Twilight Sparkle #1
Anon in Equestria
Twilight Sparkle #1
Special thanks for collaborating with me on this goes to A Brony Life 42
Based on the artwork of Cold Blooded Twilight (Warning, NSFW)
The new cover art was done by Cold Blooded Twilight! I asked her if she could do it, and she did! I'm so happy!!!
Back and forth, the lavender mare paced through the nature derived library, her mind continuously racing with the chants of a newly researched spell. Curiosity grew into Spike’s mentality as he gawked at the mare whispering words and chanting to herself like somepony who belonged in an asylum. She knew something was missing, something everypony needed in order to perform their daily tasks: rest, energy and seclusion.
For three tireless days, she had been working on this. Spike, the thorn in her side would continuously poke at her studies, interrogating the unicorn more and more with every refused response. Finally, Spike decided to ask, "Awe C’mon, Twilight! Why won't you tell me what you’re working on? Give me a hint or... ugh, something!" The purple mare blocked out his question with the sounds of flipping pages, returning to her rigorous studies and research. “Twilight?” the baby dragon cried out once more.
“Spike, I told you,” the mare retorted, finally fed up with his begs of attention. “It’s none of your concern!”
The purple dragon rolled his eyes in frustration and reluctantly gave up. Twilight, who was now sitting a book down on the table asked, “Why don’t you go over to Rarity’s place to… I don’t know, help her stitch some fabrics, or maybe model for one of her outfits?”
Spike grunted and said, “But, she doesn’t work on Tuesdays! She’s usually at the spa with Fluttershy. This spell of yours must be pretty complicated. Maybe I can help.”
Twilight, still burying her eyes in the pages said, “No, Spike, you can’t help. Please… just leave me be on this one.”
As Spike left the upstairs room, he grunted, “Well… I guess Rarity might need some assistance today, but I doubt it. I’ll go see if she’s home.”
Twilight stopped him by saying, “I’ll go with you. Maybe some fresh air will help me with this.”
Hopefully, she’ll have a lot of orders to fill, and distract Spike long enough for me to complete my spell. Twilight thought as she and her dragon left.
On the way there, Twilight’s mind was incarcerated with the spell she wished to perform once she was all alone, and no distractions were present. When she entered the Carousel Boutique, the purple unicorn narrowly avoided a heap of clothing that were floating in every direction. Twilight saw Rarity looking around, examining fabric, making modifications to her newest attires and mumbling to herself. She was greatly focused on her work, but once she saw Spike, the white as snow pony smiled intensively. “Ah, Spike, you’re just on time!”
With that, Twilight figured he’d be a while. “I guess you’ll take him off my hooves for a bit?” Twilight questioned.
“Oh, of course! I mainly need him for multiple designing reasons though.” As usual, Spike didn’t argue with this. Twilight resisted the urge to jump around in excitement, and calmly proceeded to return to her house to finally test her spell.
Scrolls and books loftily levitated in the air once again, most of which showed odd, biped beings on the covers, something like minotaurs, but less hairy and obvious missing horns. They all said the same kind of title; anonymous assistants. Thanks to intense curiosity, the mare was working on a summoning spell that would create a being for her to command with little complaining. For the past week, she had been researching ways of performing this marvelous occurrence, which was originally thought impossible, and she was just recently getting into experimentation. Through her studies, she learned that everything and anything can be achieved with magic.
Soon, she put her documentations and Intel down, preparing to see if her studies finally paid off. With excitement, the purple unicorn felt her front legs wobble a bit with the ominously strange, mumbled words she chanted. "гเรє Ŧг๏๓ tђє ﻮгєคt ยภкภ๏ฬภ, คภ๔ ๒є ๏ภє ฬเtђ tђเร ฬ๏гl๔! Ŧг๏๓ ภ๏tђเภﻮ, เ ςคll א๏ย ๏ยt Ŧг๏๓ tђє ש๏เ๔, คภ๔ เภt๏ tђє lเﻮђt!"
Flaring, purple lights of dancing intensity that flooded from the spell weaver's horn loomed about, occupying the walls with bedazzling colors, bringing life with it to the entire room. After what seemed like five minutes or so, a shimmering, radical orb appeared, growing in size. Bigger and wider with every second, it finally reached the size of a pony, but only a bit taller. It wrapped itself into solid, humanoid form and dimmed in luminosity until the man with a question mark blocking his eyes appeared, kneeling before Twilight. His hand left the knee and as he stood, Twilight’s eyes fell upon his glossy and relatively soft shaft. His chest seemed silky smooth, and his blond hair spiked a little, but these were the only main features.
He looked at the mare with his shielded eyes, and blushed. “Oh, my god… I’m naked! Uh, quick, give me a towel!” he complained. With no such coverage in the room, and Twilight making him embarrassed from her intrigued stares, the man was forced to grab a nearby book and place it on his man-handle.
Twilight immediately grabbed her personal possession while exclaiming, “That’s my book! Don’t let your... deh, penis touch it!”
The man covered his body with swinging arms, squealing at Twilight’s apparently angered gazes, but soon, Twilight’s face began to relax a bit, calming as she continued to stare. The expression was the kind she got when her interest and curiosity piqued. For some odd reason, the man felt his schlong harden. His lips opened to apologize, but nothing came out. He just kept watching Twilight stare at his member.
“Uh… who are you?” the man asked.
Twilight came closer and said, “My name’s Twilight Sparkle… uh, nice to meet you.”
The man looked away and said, “I could use some clothes.”
“Yeah, yeah… I… uh…” The mare just kept staring at his third leg, mesmerized by it’s slick and shining head. the sides almost glimmered in the light that poured in rays and onto the magic made masterpiece. Suddenly, she felt his hand whisk by her ear, scratching it softly. Her small, cute moans, blissful and sweet to the man were all he needed to know this would be one hell of a visit, even though he still didn’t have an explanation for it. “So uh, Twilight…” he asked. “You wanna try something new? Assuming there aren’t any humans like myself here, that is.”
Twilight returned to her angered self and stepped back. Her lips were bitten by her growling teeth. “Listen here,” she complained. “I summoned you, and you’re my assistant! You’re to do as I say. Is this understood?” The man nodded his startled head with worried eyebrows. “Good.” Twilight finished. Though she didn’t intentionally wish to experiment with a different breed of species, she did however read about them still performing requests of the sexual nature for their master or mistress. Not only that, but they were also remarked as excellent servers in the erotic sense. Looking into his eyes, she could see he really didn’t mean any harm by the suggestion. “I don’t usually do this sort of thing,” Twilight said. “but I think you could help me out with cooling off... Follow me.”
She left the room and entered her sleeping quarters. As the man walked in, he saw her lying on her bed with a levitated book. He walked up the stairs and sat with her while She began explaining his predicament thoroughly.
“You see, I know you don’t remember anything except morals, and of course how to speak and think. It’s because you’re an Anon, or Anonymous… They’re a type of assistants who take a different form compared to ponies. instead of hooves, you have these things that ancient magicians called hands and feet! This book here told me about you, and how I might be able to summon you, and it worked… but I didn’t expect for you to be so… uh…”
“Attractive?”
Twilight giggled at having the words stolen right out of her mouth and continued. “Yes, attractive… I was originally going to use you as a special assistant when my dragon, Spike left for Canterlot tomorrow, and I still am, but I’ve been working so hard on getting you here, I’m worn out, and could use some… relief. You wouldn’t mind… would you?”
Anon chuckled and said, “I’d be more than happy to help.” His arms wrapped themselves around Twilight’s neck and brought her in for a kiss, though unannounced to the assistant, this ended up being extremely distasteful. His head pulled back as the scent of hay and flowers entered his mind. Grunting in sheer revolt for the flavor, he coughed a few times while Twilight looked very insulted.
“What’s wrong?” she asked in an annoyed tone.
“Your mouth! It tastes like hay and flowers, that’s what’s wrong! It was horrible!”
“I AM a pony. What else did you expect?!”
Anon shrugged his arms back and said, “It’s all right, just no kissing… sorry.”
Twilight giggled and lay down with the book on her chest while asking, “So, what talents do you know?”
“Well, I’m fairly strong, so I can lift lots of heavy things, and I can-”
“No, that’s not what I meant.” The confused guest looked at Twilight and saw her making the cutest face. She blinked and said, “You see Anon, I’d love to see your more… pleasurable talents!”
Anon grinned and crawled up to her legs. As he spread them open, he asked, “Well, why didn’t you say so?”
Curling his hands around the purple forelegs, he yanked her in and gave one big, sloppy lick right up the lips. As soon as Twilight felt this, her moan of delight shivered his ears. While he continued to lather her pussy with his tongue, Twilight pet his head with her hoof. Her soft to the touch and serenely furry palm moved the blonde follicles away from his eyes so he could concentrate on his meal. The constant, slow streaking of his tongue’s very summit effectively relaxed the mare, allowing her to rest her head upon the plush pillow. Like a slow song, the tempo at which he sampled the sweet, tantalizing taste of Twilight stayed at a moderate pace, but after a few minutes of his enjoyment, Anon began to dig deeper, making Twilight even more indulged with pleasure.
While his licks began to get deeper with every gliding trace of his tongue, Twilight could Soon feel his fingers enter and solemnly stretch her out, but only a little to fit more of his tongue in. Her grunts of amusement told him he was doing a fine job, so he continued to chow down and drink the sweet nectar that was coating his face freely. Up and down his licks went; in and out. Every slurp forced Twilight into pants with furtive chills that ran up her stomach and arms. Eventually, she found it hard to hold back and said, “A-Anon… I’m… gonna cum!”
His mouth recreated while his two fingers continued to stimulate her. “Already?” he asked. “Well, go ahead. I’d love to see the face you make when you jizz!”
Returning to the love hole, he viciously ate the purple pony out, making every blissful senses trigger, and finally, just when Twilight knew she wasn’t able to stop herself, her head threw itself back while she held tightly to the pillow with one hoof and Anon’s head with the other. Her orgasm induced howls echoed off the walls and her hips rose while her shoulders stayed firmly tucked on the bed. Anon watched her trembling lips as moans and sighs escaped repetitively. Soon, he continued to gingerly swallow ounce after ounce of her juices.
Once the pleasurable experience ended, Anon left his dish licked dry, but his face was dripping with her mare cum. Twilight magically grabbed him and brought his lips up to her mouth. Once she started licking his cheeks clean, tasting her own love liquids, his mind was sent into questioning of how freaky this unicorn could actually get. After she finished, he asked “So, onto the next event?”
Instead of responding with an answer, she just turned around and laid her hooves on the pillow. Her gaze peered around with a lustful smile as she kneeled, waiting for her guest to satisfy her. Anon felt some water slip from his lips due to desperate desire for such a sexually arousing pony. Aligning his shaft with her slit, he asked, “So, how rough to you like your sex? Medium, or hardcore?”
Twilight blinked at the question, thought about it and reacted with, “Rip me apart!”
Anon smiled with joy to the reaction, but decided to take it slow first. His wand slumped in coyly thanks to her already moist insides. He pushed himself in all the way and huffed once he hit the very base. Twilight’s bliss induced face was perfectly expressed, signaling him to start moving. The tip left her back, only to slam it once again causing Twilight’s head to bop up. Choosing play time had gone on long enough, the blessed man began to pick up the pace. Coming to a steady rhythm, he forced the purple pony to groan with every thrust. Soon, he grabbed her tail and pulled tightly, giving not only him a good handle of control, but also providing rough pleasure for his mare friend. In and out his prick went, pushing her open more than she thought he could. His body bent down and his hands lifted her up.
As he stood, holding Twilight’s chest with one hand and yanking on her tail with the other, he sent his cock sliding furtively into her womb. Dominating her climax, Anon began biting her ear, just around the rim. Twilight’s eyes rolled back as the fucked silly face she gave pleased her partner well. Feeling like he couldn’t take much more of the warmth that poured on his cock and dribbled down his balls, he lowered his legs, sliding his member out. Moist and well polished, the growth was perfectly lubricated for the next event he had planned.
"You like it rough?" Anon asked with an evil smile. "I'll give you rough!"
With the final word, he ravaged his way into Twilight's plot hole. Still holding her chest, he yanked his dong back, but immediately rammed his way through, governing her squeals of blissful pleasure. With every swing of the hips, Twilight's head jolted up, but soon came back down as he backed his crammer up. He stopped for a moment to inspect the unicorns face, frowning a bit at the questionable expression she gave him. He was soon ensured his performance was appreciated, though when Twilight asked, "Why'd you stop?" He giggled and punched through once again. The repetitive onslaught forced upon Twilight continued until he could feel himself extremely close to blowing his load.
He lifted the mare up to slide his prick out of her back door and into the front. Pushing all the way in, he held her tightly with a firm grasp. A few times, he tried hopping on the bed a bit to cause a great deal of momentum for both him and his screwed silly mistress. With one final hop, the mental rejection of his own climax was allowed to pass. As soon as he made his one final landing, his tip pierced her once more, igniting her insides with cum. The mare moaned in ecstasy, as did the man. Twilight's head leaned back and rested on his shoulders while he shot spurts of his heated liquids into her warm hole. The feeling of their heavenly orgasms was unimaginable. Her soft fur rubbing on his skin, the fact that she liked it rough; it was all too much.
After a moment of the two's hot, steamy culmination, he collapsed and kneeled down to gain focus, and to prevent Twilight from sliding out. Gritting his teeth and gripping Twilight’s shoulder tightly, he gave one last thrust, spewing the rest of his jizz in her. The cum seeped through and flowed smoothly down the surface of his balls and Twilight’s hind legs, tickling her a little. His hand let go of her tail and wrapped around her stomach for comfort. Her look of ultimately delightful pleasure was the perfect sight to him, and vice versa. After what must've been a good two hours of amazingly pleasurable sex, he finally laid his companion down on the sheets, cum leaking lightly on the sheets. Their huffs and pants were almost in sync. He looked down at the opened mouthed mare, smiling blithely.
“So, will I be doing this more often?” he huffed. Twilight’s half open eyes blinked before she responded.
“Well… I think you could help my friends, including me in the future… What do you say?”
Anon chuckled at this and asked “Do I need to give the obvious answer? You know I’m going to oblige that with no complaints.”
Twilight tried to say something, but was hushed by the tuckered out, slave-like being. His finger swept up a good portion of cum and brought it up to her mouth so she could get a nice taste of his personal, zesty aroma.
Twilight’s droopy eyes shut while she suckled on his finger, and Anon rolled over to rest next to the unicorn, allowing her to enjoy her treat while he slipped in and out of consciousness. Still exhausted with what just occurred, and barely awake, he wondered how the other ponies would behave to the offering of his assistance in bed.