> Bucking Anonymous > by Sahelanthropus > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > The One Where Twilight Gets Dicked Down at the Gala > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was meant to be the best night ever, Twilight thought morosely, yet for all her hopes of being able to spend quality time with her beloved teacher, she instead found herself here, in a random deserted balcony that overlooked the castle gardens, with a stunning view of the night sky. Luna had outdone herself today, Twilight noted with approval, for in spite of the brilliant lights that shone from within and around the castle, the stellar bodies sparkled fair and bright amidst the cloudless sky. A perfect night for stargazing, Twilight mused to herself. Come to think of it, didn't Celestia have a telescope of her own? Perhaps she'd allow Twilight to use it for a bit. Maybe she could then try and get something productive done of this otherwise disastrous night. But no. Not unless he let her go anytime soon. An unlikely scenario, at least not with the way those fingers of his clutched at her mane. She turned her watery eyes to Anonymous, or rather, the part of him currently abusing her throat. Granted, Twilight could not get a proper look. Not with the way he thrust back and forth, burying his cock deep within her throat with each rhythmic motion. She considered telling him to hurry up and get it over with, but judging by the obscene gurgling sounds that came from her, this was a dicey proposition at best. Indeed, the mere attempt caused strands of saliva to drip freely from the sides of her mouth. It had better not get all over her dress, or there'd be hay to pay! Twilight knew full well she couldn't just wait him out. Well, she could, but it would likely take all night. No, if she wanted to get out of this situation soon, she'd have to do something to help speed up the process. She then resolved to call on her magic. A not unimpressive feat. Spells required concentration, after all, and Anonymous did not help in this case, what with the way he filled up her airway almost in its entirety, leaving Twilight short of breath. Thank Celestia, at least she didn't have to worry about her gag reflex playing into it. Anonymous had long since ruined it, the smug bastard. And then there were his pheromones! Dear Luna, those pheromones. They spilled from his body without restraint, filling her senses, leaving Twilight a light-headed mess. It was a miracle she could muster the needed concentration to call on her magic. Her horn surged with power, and Twilight could see the familiar aura of her magic lighting up beneath Anonymous' throbbing dick. He practically growled as Twilight fondled his balls with her power. It was more than he deserved, really. She'd even made sure to not accidentally crush them, though she applied more than a little pressure, just because. Let him get a taste of being at another's mercy. But his cock then pulled out in its entirety, so abruptly that Twilight closed her watery eyes and was overcome by a coughing fit. Coughing, sputtering, and gasping for breath all at once, Twilight recovered to the point she could open her eyes. Anonymous' hand gripped his turgid length, stroking furiously. How considerate. He actually had the decency to finish himself off for once. Just as well. Her mouth was starting to get sore. Her eyes were fixed upon its tip, in spite of herself. Even after all this time she still couldn't get over how different it was from a pony's. She'd almost laughed the first time she laid eyes on it, looking as if it sported a silly little pink helmet. Come to think of it, maybe she did laugh at it. Twilight swore she could see its veins pulse. Probably about to climax and... ohhh. This meant one of two things was about to happen. He intended to cum all over her face -- a possibility that caused her eye to twitch, violently. Getting his spunk out of her coat, nevermind her mane, was a major pain in the flank. And then there was the risk of it getting all over her dress. She didn't even want to imagine the fit Rarity would pitch if she found out her creation had been defiled in such a manner. Or, he intended to simply cum upon the royal and incredibly expensive gold and marble flooring. Probably wouldn't bother cleaning it up either. As his cock and balls twitched in an all too familiar manner, Twilight knew she was left with no other choice. She lunged forward, used her magic to force his hand out of the way and promptly opened her mouth, impaling her throat upon his meaty, throbbing erection. Eagerly accepting the perceived invitation, Anonymous' hands roughly grabbed her mane (her hairstyle all but surely ruined now) and hilted himself upon her begrudging mouth. Twilight groaned as she felt his cock pulse inside her, pumping her throat full of his seed. So much, so thick. Just where in Equestria did he keep it all? Just swallowing it was already difficult enough, but swallowing without allowing any single droplet to escape her lips and soil the pristine floors? It wasn't fair! It was supposed to be the best night ever, so why was she debasing herself like this? Why did she even keep indulging his perverse desires? And why did his cum have to taste so good?! With eyes shut tight, Twilight swallowed as best she could. She pulled back gradually, suckling at his stallionhood, keeping her mouth sealed tight around it so as to not allow a single droplet to escape. When at last satisfied she'd done a passable job, Twilight freed her mouth from his slackened-but-still-quite-solid cock and doubled over as another coughing fit overcame her body. Anonymous chuckled and patted her on the back and Twilight felt a new wave of indignation rise within her. He'd be gloating about this for weeks to come, surely thinking Twilight could not get enough of his jizz, but what else was she supposed to do? Earlier that night, upon excusing herself to use the restroom, Twilight returned to Celestia's side only to see Anonymous standing there, flirting with her. Her! Celestia! The most important pony of them all, and there he stood, bold as brass, shamelessly coming on to her. Her mouth slackened in outraged astonishment, Twilight could scarcely believe her eyes as Anonymous leaned in to whisper something in Celestia's ear. And she laughed! Her! Celestia! The most regal pony of them all! Whatever lustful designs he planned for her teacher, Twilight knew she had to step in, and so she did, bringing him here to this deserted balcony, eager to vent her frustrations and give him a piece of her mind. Anonymous, the cocky bastard, had other plans. And now she stood here, disgraced, with naught to show for her troubles but a sore jaw and a belly full of his cum. On the other hoof, she wasn't hungry anymore... Maybe she should just cut her losses and regroup with her friends. Twilight doubted their respective evenings fared any better, at least not from what she'd seen, but they could at least cheer each other up. But once again, Anonymous had plans of his own. He'd circled behind her at some point and pawed at the skirt of her dress, carelessly throwing it over her back, exposing her supple flanks to the cool night air. "H-hey!" Twilight cried indignantly, looking backwards to see his turgid length stiffening before her eyes, and not for the first time did she theorize it must be possessed by some foul sort of magic. Seriously, this couldn't be natural! He couldn't be natural! He was a freak! A menace! A danger to mares everywhere! Some sort of unholy fertility demon from the vilest pits of Tartarus sent to personally terrorize her! Oblivious or simply uncaring of her inner spastic ramblings, Anonymous gripped her firmly by the hips, raising her flanks so as to line her marehood with his raging erection. Twilight heaved a long, suffering sigh as she resigned herself to her fate. There was no stopping him when in this state, and she did not dare to imagine the calamitous ruination he would visit on some poor, unfortunate mare should his unnatural lust go unsated. No, even worse, he might well turn his lustful gaze on Celestia herself! His cock rubbed at her wet and slickened marehood or rather, he shifted her hips up and downwards to coat himself in her fluids, but then released his grip, leaving Twilight moderately confused as her hooves touched back down on the floor. She was too short for his cock to line up with her marehood, after all. Twilight then flinched as she felt him prod at her butt, prodding for access at her backdoor. She turned her head to look at Anonymous and affixed him with the most loathsome, scathing glare she could muster. He sighed and, rolling his eyes in resignation, gave up his attempts. Honestly, he could be so pushy! And why the anal fixation? He'd been angling to get her to try this new 'experience' for ages now. What a weirdo. Being denied his prize, Anonymous followed their well-practiced routine, grabbed on to her hips, lifted, and lined himself up with her marehood. Twilight grunted as his familiar warmth slid inside her, switched her brain on 'standby mode' and let herself be carried off by the carnal deluge of sensations his thrusting effected upon her. At least he was good for something. Too good, if such a thing existed. She'd not missed the envious glances the Ponyvillian mares (and some stallions) shot her way when they thought she wasn't looking, as to Twilight's chagrin, whispers of Anonymous' sexual prowess began to circulate some time ago, fueled and spread by the lightning-fast rumor mill that only a small, close-knit community could be fostered on such a town. Goodness knows how it even happened. While not a prude, Twilight considered such matters should only be known and discussed by the parties at play, and even Anonymous insisted he'd not been the one to spread such rumors, thought Twilight wasn't sure whether to take him at his word. It did seem like the kind of thing he'd boast about. And truth be told, Twilight would be lying if she said she didn't find the mares' envious looks the slightest bit satisfying. There then came a pop, a bang, and the night sky lit up with the sparkling lights of fireworks. How nice. This meant the Gala neared its end. Once the two of them finished here, Twilight could then meet up with the girls and maybe try to salvage something out of this night. Anonymous thrust, grazing a sensitive spot inside her, and Twilight could not stop a small moan of contentment. She closed her eyes, head hung low. For a while she heard only her own ragged breathing, Anonymous' own, the wet slap of their bodies joining, the crack of the fireworks, and the faint voices of the straggling revelers that echoed somewhere below the balcony. Twilight shuffled her hooves. The awkward angle at which Anonymous held her, combined with the force of his thrusts, inadvertently caused her body to pitch forward a bit with each rhythmic action. It happened again, then again, and once more for good measure. Actually, she lost count. Her muggy brain swam in a thick soup of lust and hormones. It made intelligent though difficult. Something bumped against her cheek. Something smooth, cold and hard. Twilight opened her bleary eyes to see it -- one of the vertical marble columns that were fastened along the balcony's railing. Goodness, they really did move quite a bit, didn't they? One of her forelegs snaked around one of the columns for support. From this vantage point Twilight could see well into the gardens below. Most attendees seemed to have left by now, and now only scattered pockets of ponies could be seen here and there, huddled in their own little cliques -- mingling, laughing, chattering and whatnot. Oh, and her friends were there too. All five of them, clustered near a fountain, where they nibbled on apple-based treats from a nearby cart. Indeed, they all appeared disgruntled to some degree. I really should finish here soon, Twilight thought. As if privy to her thoughts, Anonymous sped up. His cock plunged deep within her. Faster, more forcefully. She could hear it in his grunts and heavy breaths. He was close. Good thing, too. She'd be nearly free of his clutches. Just a bit more. Her own marehood dripped with excitement. She, too, neared her climax. Already she could tell, this would be a good one. Anonymous, as annoying and pushy as he could be -- taking her and using her body to sate himself when the mood struck him (nearly daily) -- sure knew how to scratch her itch. Ah, and Celestia was there too. Twilight watched as she approached her friends. Celestia had an inquisitive look about her, and after exchanging words, her friends shook their heads, then looked about their surroundings, as if searching. Searching for Twilight herself, no doubt. Aw, ponyfeathers! Her absence had not gone unnoticed, and now her friends scattered off, Rainbow and Fluttershy taking flight. Looking for her, surely. Twilight clenched her inner walls, milking Anonymous in that way she knew he liked. Hurry up, already! As if sensing her own peaking climax, Anonymous adjusted his grip on her hips, then moved a hand to stimulate her clit. Twilight moaned. He knew just how to touch her. That bastard. He picked today of all days to be considerate. It almost became a race between the two to see who could make the other cum first. Her marehood clenched, greedily sucking him in. His cock touched her deepest parts and his fingers worked deftly, rubbing with just enough pressure, rewarding the human with her own squeaky whines of pleasure. It really wasn't fair, what with those fingers of his. Their rutting resulted in Twilight's body pressed firmly against the marble columns of the railing, her head well and fully sticking out so that if anypony were to look up, they'd catch upon the peculiar sight of Twilight herself, her eyes half-lidded, her teeth clenched as a stream of saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth and into the grounds below. Amidst their frantic fucking, a clear thought managed to pierce the hazy veil of lust and hormones and Twilight came to a harrowing realization. She was a screamer. Always had been. The lustful bastard currently plowing her marehood into obliteration made it a point of pride to reduce her into a squealing, screaming ball of pure ecstasy in their near daily sessions. But surely not... Surely he wouldn't do the same here, in the palace, in this very public setting where the attendees, her friends, and Celestia herself could see them in all their shameful, carnal glory with but a raising of their head? Chancing a glance back, Twilight caught his eyes. That knowing, shameless smirk. He knew! The bastard knew and still he intended to make her scream! Twilight pressed a hoof to her mouth, bit her lip. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She wouldn't... Twilight found herself rudely yanked from her awkward position between the railing, yelping and kicking in reflex as her hooves sought purchase. Anonymous held her, still inside her, with her back to his chest. He grabbed a fistful of her mane and roughly pulled. His teeth nibbled her ear. His fingers pressed her clit. A pop, a bang, the crackle of fireworks as the sky was bathed in shades of gold, green and red. Twilight opened her mouth and screamed. Her body spasmed and jerked, overcome by the immense orgasm. Anonymous grunted and filled her with his hot seed, and Twilight's scream went higher still. Stars and planets swam before her eyes, and after... well, what came after came as a bit of a blur. When she came to, her hooves were back on solid ground, her forelegs draped over the balcony, cheek resting against the railing. His hand trailed down the back of her mane. Sweet Celestia, she wanted to sleep. And thank Celestia! The crack of the fireworks seemed to have drowned out her lustful cries, as nopony below glanced in her direction. Thank goodness. For a moment there she was positive she'd be dying of shame ten times over. Oh, and speaking of... There stood Celestia, regally arching an eyebrow as she looked Twilight in the eye and... "BUCK!!!" As one, all eyes turned upwards and Twilight froze as the color drained from her face. Anonymous laughed and waved. Her friends' jaws might have touched the ground. Yet Twilight's gaze remained fixed onto her teacher. This was it. It was all over for her. Celestia would disown her and she'd be forced back to magic kindergarten. Hot shame flooded her system anew, and Twilight knew she could no longer be part of civilized society. She'd have to move and eke out a living in the wilderness like a cavepony, and, and... and why did Celestia look oddly calm? Not just calm. She appeared almost... mirthful? The corner of her lips twitched, turning upwards into a smile, then a wink, and Celestia proceeded to help herself to the apple-based pastries on the nearby cart. Anonymous laughed. He laughed long and hard, renewing the accusing stares. Twilight's hooves gave out as she all but melted into the marble and gold floors, now stained with both their fluids as they leaked out of her. And through this all, the source of her shame laughed harder still, flippant and uncaring to the situation they both found themselves in. As the sheer shame threatened to overwhelm her, Twilight cursed the object of her misery, the harbinger of her embarrassment, the herald of her downfall. Buck him! Buck Anonymous!