Go Big or Go Home
“Gotta say, I think I was more comfortable in Klugetown,” Tempest wryly chuckled.
Rolling her eyes, Twilight snickered. “Come on, it’s not that bad.”
“I mean, between the monkey suit and all the uppity ponies, yeah, I’d say it is,” Tempest insisted as the corners of her lips turned up.
Twilight smiled and shook her head. She could see Tempest’s point, but it was hard to think this was the worst thing her friend had ever been through. Sitting back as a waiter walked up and placed on the table, she drank in their surroundings. The Cheval de Fantasie was definitely one of the nicer restaurants in Canterlot, and it was going to set her back a decent amount of bits - that being said, given the nature of the outing, she wasn’t going to pull any punches.
Turning her attention back across the table, she found Tempest peering over at her. “What?”
“Nothing,” Tempest coolly mused. “It’s just a little surprising that the Princess of Friendship would ask the very mare who’d hunted her across Equestria out on a date.”
“I…” Twilight began before quickly clamping her mouth shut. “And I’m a little surprised that you not only accepted but showed up in a two-piece suit.”
Her remark worked wondrously. Tempest’s cheeks darkened and she averted her gaze, if only for the time being. While she was a bit stunned that the imposing mare had actually agreed to go out with her, she couldn’t afford to get flustered and end up on the ropes - not now in any case. This evening was going to go well, and she’d be darned if she was going to let anything or anypony, much less herself, sabotage it.
She’d be the first to admit that she was woefully inexperienced with courtship, never having had a coltfriend or any meaningful romance in her life - fortunately for her, she had several amazing friends and the Princess of Love to help her prepare. Rarity had fashioned her dress, Cadance had coached her for hours on how to conduct herself, and even Fluttershy had given her a couple pointers for her big night. There weren’t many ponies on the planet she’d actually try to impress, but Tempest was one of them.
Besides the obvious fact that Tempest had tracked her down, captured her, and nearly sealed her fate at the hands of the Storm King, the battle-hardened unicorn had a number of unique traits. For starters, she was a veritable warrior goddess, tall and with a powerful build - secondly and far less obviously, she had a secret that almost nopony knew about. Though she was a mare, she had a bit of extra equipment.
“So - ahem - is there a reason for all this?” Tempest inquired, waving a hand to the dining area around them. “Correct me if I’m mistaken, but you don’t usually ask villains out for dinner.”
“Former villains,” Twilight promptly corrected. Turning her head, she shifted slightly and sighed. “I just figured it might be a fun change of pace for the both of us.”
She kept her eyes on the door while staving off the temptation to glance over at her date. Everything about her, from her attire to her tone and subtle movements, had been painstakingly calculated. Was she nervous to be out on an honest to goodness date? Of course she was nervous! Would she let her anxiety get the better of her? No way in Tartarus.
Waiting for a handful of seconds, she peeked over and bit back a grin. Tempest’s gaze rested squarely on her exposed cleavage, just as she’d hoped, and it sent a shiver up her spine. It was anypony’s guess as to whether or not the evening would amount to anything other than a meal and a friendly chat, but she had plans that should - should all but guarantee her success.
She turned back to her friend and stretched her arms above her head, naturally but quite deliberately showing off her chest. “So what’s the formidable Tempest Shadow been up to lately?”
“I - uh…” Tempest faltered, shrugging and rocking back in her chair. “Honestly, not much. Had a few consultations with the royal guard about lapses in their patrols, was contracted as a security consultant in Griffinstone a few months ago, and I participated in the Yakyakistan national wrestling competition back in the fall.”
“Do tell!” Twilight hummed, leaning in and resting her chin on her laced fingers.
Tempest licked her lips as her eyes shot down to the Princess’ bust. “It…it wasn’t anything special. I probably could have won, but I d…didn’t want to hurt Pince Rutherford’s feelings.”
Pretending she didn’t notice the errant glance at her breasts, Twilight cocked her head to the side. “I bet that was super hard…”
“Yaks are strong, even stronger than me, but they lack finesse,” Tempest replied. “Take my word for it, if you go hand-to-hand with a yak, submission holds are your friend.”
“Makes sense,” Twilight noted. “Maybe you could show me a few of those at some point.”
Tempest stiffened, possibly in more ways than one, and it took her a moment to collect herself. “As…as long as I don’t get hamstrung for roughhousing with a Princess, I guess I could.”
Seizing the initiative, Twilight reached across the table and rested a hand on Tempest’s wrist. “Trust me, I can handle a little roughhousing.”
“Even if I get you pinned?” Tempest countered.
“Especially if you get me pinned,” Twilight whispered, feeling her marehood seize.
Their eyes met, a spark passed between them, and her heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t be sure, but she’d bet her bottom bit that she was being flirted with - actually being flirted with! Emboldened and feeling more confident than ever, seconds from making a comment about compromising positions, she started when a figure stepped up to the tableside.
“Are you mares ready to make your order?” the waitress asked as she looked between the pair.
Twilight sat back, annoyed that the moment had been broken, and scrunched her snout. “I’ll take a house salad and the tofu kebabs.”
“Steak,” Tempest stated, “medium rare with sweet potato fries and a caesar salad.”
“Very good,” the server intoned, scribbling down the order on a notepad. “I’ll have it out to you shortly.”
Paying the waitress little mind, Twilight peered over at Tempest in disbelief. “You eat meat?”
“Old habit,” Tempest responded. “If you spend enough time around storm beasts, you tend to develop a taste for it.”
Twilight wasn’t upset with the revelation, nor was she put off in the slightest - on the contrary, learning that Tempest had carnivorous tendencies only fanned the flames of her lust. She’d faced danger on more occasions than she could count, ranging from megalomaniacal fillies with a penchant for world domination to literal demigods that could bend reality to their will, yet nopony - nopony had come closer to defeating her and toppling the Equestrian empire than the mare seated across from her.
She’d been terrified at the time, watching Tempest effortlessly dispatch Celestia, Luna, and Cadance at the Friendship Festival, yet fear from that chaotic exchange and her subsequent flight to Mount Aris had gradually metamorphosed into something altogether more intriguing. Having never had much interest in affairs in the heart, too busy with her research or saving Equestria to do much else, it had come as a shock when she’d found herself musing over her past captor. Maybe it was because she’d been subdued by Tempest, or perhaps it was because Tempest’s brooding temperament and intimidating physique - regardless of exactly what lay at the root of it, she ultimately made the decision to act on her desires.
With a question about steak on her lips, she lifted a finger and paused. “Be right back. I gotta use the little mare’s room.”
She didn’t wait for a reply as she pushed herself back, got to her feet, and turned towards the restrooms. Buck it - it may have been a little early, and she was already going off script, but she couldn’t help herself. With her purse hanging under one arm, she saw herself into the lavish lavatory, locked the door behind herself, and gave a slow, shuddering breath.
This was bad. They’d only been at the restaurant for less than half an hour and her panties were already drenched. Shaking her head and clearing her thoughts, she crossed to the sink and the mirror mounted above it. While she had checked herself several times before leaving her home and teleporting to Canterlot, it couldn’t hurt to make sure she looked her best.
The cocktail dress she wore was a far departure from her typical fare. Form-fitting and fashioned from a glittery, mauve fabric, the garment walked the line between modest and revealing. Adjusting one strap to straighten the window over her chest, maximizing the view of her cleavage, she gave a snort of approval.
Her nails had been painted, her mane was done up in a bun, and her attire was gorgeous, but there was something she could do to gild the lily, something she’d practiced for just this occasion, and it was her ace in the whole. Checking to make sure she’d locked the door, that she wouldn’t be walked in on, she closed her eyes and shunted magic into her horn.
Though she couldn’t see it, she could feel the aura of her magic surrounding her torso. Had somepony told her she’d ever use her nigh-unfathomable arcane might for something so self-serving, she would have laughed in their face - still, unusual times called for unusual actions. As the cloth over her chest grew stifling, an amused giggle escaped her.
Spellwork, regardless of its purpose, required precise concentration - as such, she willed herself to concentrate. A bit too much or too little power could turn everything on its head, the last thing she needed at this moment, so she couldn’t afford to get distracted. She silently counted off in her head while metering out just the right amount of energy until she exhaled and stemmed the flow.
“Alright,” she murmured to herself.
No sooner did she cautiously crack one eye open than she beamed. Her dubious use of sorcery had worked flawlessly. Ordinarily speaking, her bust was respectfully sized, neither gratuitous nor flat, but now her sweater puppies strained against the front of her dress. Placing her hands behind her head, she twisted her torso from side to side.
She’d never considered herself ostentatious in the slightest, even after she’d been crowned a Princess, yet she looked nothing short of regal. Her figure was accentuated by her dress, magnifying her curves, and the hint of makeup she wore had been meticulously applied. The shy, timid recluse who preferred the company of books was gone - replaced by a beauteous alicorn with a very, very generous bust.
Her breasts weren’t necessarily spilling out of her dress, but they had far less room than they had minutes prior. Running her hands over her tits, she shuddered when her fingers glided over her erect nipples. If Tempest hadn’t noticed she’d forgotten to wear a bra before, she was definitely going to know it very, very soon.
Yeah, this was going to work beautifully. Considering she’d already caught Tempest eyeing her goods once, she couldn’t wait to see what her date’s reaction would be to her added curves. She straightened her dress once again, put a slight sway in her back, and unlocked the door. If she was lucky - like, really lucky, the not so little handicap she’d given herself would be just the thing to tip the scales in her favor.
With her head held high and a spring in her step, she strutted out and moved past the tables in the dining area. A few ponies looked at her, likely surprised to see a Princess in their midst, but she kept her eyes locked on her table and the unicorn seated there. So help her, if all the effort, stress, and long nights of second-guessing didn’t pay off, she was going to drown herself in a tub of ice cream or bottle of cheap wine.
“Sorry I took so long,” she lamented, pulling out her chair. “Just had to…”
She couldn’t finish the excuse she’d concocted as she sat. She’d expected - hoped Tempest would ogle her, eyeing her like a love-struck youth, but the mare’s expression was nothing short of priceless. With her eyes wide and jaw hung slack, nearly resting on the table, the normally menacing amazoness was totally and unabashedly spellbound.
Slipping into her seat, Twilight wormed one forearm under her bust and hefted them ever so slightly. “Just had to make a few adjustments…”
“I…h…how did…” Tempest sputtered.
“How did what?” Twilight innocently inquired.
Tempest knit her brow and squinted directly over at her. “You know good and gosh darn well what…”
Feigning ignorance, Twilight held a hand to her chest as if she’d been stricken. “I don’t have the slightest idea what you’re talking about, Tempest! Is there - Nnnnph?!”
She clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle herself, but it was too late. The noise she’d let slip was wholly unbecoming, bordering on outright lewd, and she blushed reflexively because of it. In her haste to show off her enhanced figure, she’d failed to calculate just how tender her breasts had become - worse still, she’d made herself the center of attention for the entire restaurant. The servers, patrons, and even a lone buscolt peered over at her in dismay, confusion, open arousal, or a combination of the three, but there was one pony who was unlike the rest.
“Smooth,” Tempest breathed. “Thought you were pretty slick with that ~ eh?”
“I…I…” Twilight stammered.
The tables had been turned on her, although she wasn’t about to throw in the towel. Placing her elbows on the table, and her head in her hands, she gave the mare a picturesque view of her chest and forced herself to smirk. Tempest was very much a predator, both lethal and bewitching, and she’d seize hold of any advantage presented to her - including any sign of weakness.
Summoning her courage, she leaned in. “Kinda bold there, Tempest - ya know, since you were practically drooling a few seconds ago…”
“Touche,” Tempest clucked. “Well I - oh.”
Presenting herself once again, the waitress lowered a tray to the table. “Your salads, ladies.”
Twilight accepted her starting course, gave thanks to the server, and picked up her fork. The little interruption was a bit of a mixed blessing. On one hand, she’d just been given some time to think and digest everything that had just transpired - on the other, she yearned to see where the conversation would have gone. Lifting and spearing a cherry tomato with her fork, she left the ball in Tempest’s court while helping herself to a bite of greens.
Their salad was exquisite, the main course was even better, and the conversation, as most conversations are wont to do, drifted from one topic to another. While both she and Tempest behaved themselves, merely chatting about whatever came to mind, there was a subtle, almost imperceptible undercurrent of sparks passing between them. Anypony passing them by would have thought they were just talking, but it was much, much more than that.
Fleeting glances, the way their tone would shift when referring to one another, how they’d smile and occasionally meet eyes. The game was afoot, even if the restaurant’s staff and patrons were ignorant to it, and it only grew more heated as time gradually passed. With their meal concluded and plates cleaned, the waitress reappeared to clear their table.
“Can I interest either of you fine mares in a dessert?” the server chirped.
Twilight didn’t look at the waitress, too interested in the mare seated opposite from her. “Thank you, but I’m fine.”
“I’d like some dessert,” Tempest purred, holding Twilight’s gaze, “but it’s nothing on the menu.”
Biting her bottom lip, Twilight ground her thighs together. Sweet, merciful Celestia - if Tempest wanted her as a final course, she’d be more than happy to offer herself up. As the server gave a quiet snicker and departed, doubtlessly aware of the innuendo of the brazen answer she’d been given, she struck.
“I’m guessing you’re full?” she sighed, reaching beneath the table.
Preemptively snatching her wrist, Tempest wolfishly grinned. “Not as full as you’ll be if you try to pull a fast one like that, Princess…”
Twilight went to reply, to make some half-baked joke about getting a hard drink, but the words died in her throat when her hand was guided to Tempest’s groin. As her palm glided up the mare’s leg, sensing fabric over muscular thigh, her thoughts went absolutely haywire when her fingers graced something long, hard, and wickedly hot. It would have been impossible for her to count how many times in her life she’d been aroused, and an onerous task to sort them by severity, but she’d be darned if feeling what could only be the rigid stallionhood in her date’s pants wasn’t the most titillating thing she’d ever experienced.
“Here’s the big question:” Tempest continued, “do you wanna get out of here and find somewhere a little more private to continue this little exchange…”
Knowing Tempest had said something, but not having the slightest idea of what, Twilight ran her hand over the unmistakable imprint. Simply knowing she’d turned on somepony so deadly and stunning would have been enough to get her worked up, but the fact that she was surreptitiously rubbing said pony’s cock, having only a thin tablecloth between her naughty endeavors and the public, strained her sensibilities to the breaking point. As the tip of her fingers caressed the tip of marecock, she swallowed hard.
“Equestria to Twilight,” Tempest laughed, shaking the Princess back to reality. “You kind of zoned -”
“Check please!” Twilight shouted, withdrawing her arm and thrusting it into the air. Scanning the dining area, she spotted a nearby server and waved them down. “Hey - um - can you get our check? Something came up unexpectedly.”
Reclining in her seat, Tempest pinched the bridge of her snout. “I wouldn’t say it was unexpected, but -”
“Thank you so much!” Twilight chirped. Sorcerously snatching the bill from the approaching waitress’ hand, she scanned the slip of paper, jammed a hand into her purse, and grabbed a fistful of bits. “That should cover it!”
Slamming more than enough tender on the table to cover her bill, she bolted to her feet, seized Tempest’s wrist, and pulled her date up. To Tartarus with it - there was only so much a mare could stand, and she’d been pushed well past it. Her mind raced while she marched to the exit and all but dragged her date along behind her.
“Got - heh - q…quite a grip there,” Tempest uneasily joked when they passed through the foyer and into the cool night air.
Twilight slowed, only then coming to her senses, and released Tempest. “S…sorry.”
Rubbing her arm, Tempest smirked. “Oh that wasn’t a complaint. If you’d put some of that strength to use when I apprehended you all those years ago, I might have been in a tight spot.”
Tight spot - Twilight could think of another type of tight spot Tempest might enjoy. Stepping back and allowing a couple to pass by, she brushed a lock of mane from her face. She’d been so eager to leave, to get away from the crowd, that she’d failed to think of what she was going to do.
Tempest stepped over beside her, leaned her back against the front wall of the restaurant, and folded her arms beneath her bust. “Thanks…”
“Thanks?” Twilight repeated. “Thanks for what?”
“I dunno,” Tempest muttered. “Thanks for everything, I guess. Giving me a second chance, stopping me from becoming gravel, taking me out on…”
Holding a breath and waiting fruitlessly for the mare to continue, Twilight eventually exhaled. “On the date?”
“Yeah,” Tempest whispered, peeking over at her. “It’s been fun…”
Bathed in the warm light of the street lamps, with her eyes twinkling like two aquamarines, Tempest was, in a word, magnificent. The suit she wore, her mohawk, the prominent scar on her face, her powerful physique - somehow, as inexplicable as it was, she was a fine balance of stallionly might and marish good-looks. Anypony with a sense of taste would kill for a mare like her, and Twilight wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip through her fingers.
Closing the gap between them, she craned her head upward and pinned Tempest to the wall. There was only one thing she could do to prove her intentions, so she did just that. As she stood on her tiptoes and closed her eyes, she locked lips with the tall, beautiful mare who’d earned her respect and slowly won her heart.
Tempest tensed and sharply inhaled, unprepared for the show of affection, but she reciprocated with startling speed. Slipping one arm around Twilight’s back, she returned the kiss with a passion all her own. The world around them faded away, everything and everypony else all but slipping from reality as they allowed their desire for one another come to the fore.
Sensing Tempest’s hand slip lower and to her backside, Twilight abruptly broke the kiss and pulled away. “C…come on…”
She held Tempest’s hand as she walked away from the restaurant and down the sidewalk. It was one thing to kiss somepony out in public, but it was quite another for a Princess to be seen hotly making out with one of the most capable combatants on the continent. Making a beeline towards the castle, completely content to use one of the guest rooms while addressing any of Celestia’s questions later, she was nearly yanked off her feet and pulled to one side.
“If you think I’m going to wait after that little stunt of yours, you’re dead wrong,” Tempest huffed, hauling the Princess down a backstreet. With sparks sputtering from the fractured base of her horn, she spun and all but slammed Twilight against a wall. “Now that you’ve got me, what are you gonna do, Princess?”
Twilight looked up at the unicorn. Tempest may not have been able to use magic properly, but her sheer size and martial prowess was unparalleled - so much so that she could and on occasion did pit herself against some of the best combatants in the land for sport. Taken completely off guard, she trembled in a heady mixture of fear and excitement as Tempest loomed over her.
“Well?” Tempest pressed, inching closer. “Don’t tell me all the big talk and getting handsy was for show…”
“I…” Twilight croaked, utterly at a loss.
Though she’d heard that dickmares could be exquisitely assertive, particularly once they’d gotten fired up, she’d been unprepared for this. For the last hour, Tempest had come across as flustered and reserved, excluding the casual bit of groping, but now she was acting more domineering than ever! It was like a switch had been flicked, turning the unicorn into a lustful beast, and it turned her on like few things ever had.
Lowering a hand and boldly fondling Tempest’s package, Twilight flashed her teeth. “I think I’m ready for that dessert.”
“Hnnf,” Tempest snorted as she shied back and motioned to her crotch. “Consider it self-serve - that is, until you’ve earned it…”
Barring her meetings with Celestia and Luna, Twilight had never willingly bent the knee for anypony - nevertheless, she practically threw herself to the ground. As she sank into a deep squat, with her dress riding up her thighs, her hands flew back to remove the scrunchie from her mane. No reasonable Princess would ever conduct herself in such a slatternly way - then again, she wasn’t feeling particularly reasonable.
Her hands reached out and began fiddling with Tempest’s waistband while her panties grew increasingly moist. While it wasn’t exactly what she’d call the ideal place to engage in such activity, not for the least of which reasons being that there was a very real chance that somepony could stumble on them, her raging libido would not be denied. As she pulled at the fly and unveiled a thick, almost mahogany base of stallionhood, her marehood quivered with anticipation.
She moved slowly and drank in the sight before her. Inch after incredible inch of Tempest’s length was revealed while she drew the slacks downward. She’d dreamed of this for ages, ever since she’d first seen the swell in the mare’s combat body glove, and the moment did not disappoint. Licking her lips as the she-stud’s cock sprang free, she leaned in.
Tempest’s endowment was phenomenal, impressive in size but not monstrous, yet its appearance was only one part of what made it so lovely. Ambrosial musk flooded her sinuses with every breath she took, she was so close that she could feel the dickmare’s body heat radiating against her face, and the low, almost menacing growl from the well-hung goddess overhead made her fur stand on end - in short, everything was perfect.
A part of her wanted to ask if she could indulge herself, but it was far too late for that. Beholden to her instincts, she opened her mouth, extended her tongue, and leaned in. Tempest looked incredible, she smelled fantastic, and she was rock-hard, which begged a question ~ how would she taste. Delicately wrapping her fingers around the girthy root of stallionhood, she wrapped her lips around its blunt tip and groaned.
The taste of sweat and unwashed flesh exploded over her palate, fanning the flames of her desires and erased what little self-restraint she had left. She wanted - no, she needed this, and she’d bet her bottom bit that Tempest felt the same way she did. Bobbing her head and gradually easing more of the sublime shaft into her muzzle, she peeked up when a set of slender digits weaved through her mane.
As she fully committed herself to sucking Tempest off, her hands sailed to her chest. Though it was hardly the place to show off more skin, having only a dumpster concealing her from anypony on the street, there was something she had to do. Pulling back and momentarily clearing her snout, she pulled at the fabric window over her bust and allowed her breasts to pop into the open.
Her enhanced breasts were more than just eye candy, and she was going to prove it. She flexed her legs and pushed herself up just enough so she could sandwich the sweltering length of she-stud meat between her tits before lowering her head and continuing her blowjob. Judging from Tempest’s soft moan, the added bit of tit-fucking was appreciated.
Tightening her grip on Twilight’s head, Tempest bucked her hips and drove her length to the back of the alicorn’s throat. “I’ll handle it from here, Princess. Now be a good mare and take a deep breath…”
Twilight did as she’d been told, and not a moment too soon. As soon as she’d filled her lungs and relaxed her jaw, Tempest’s cock was driven straight down her gullet. She winced and fought back a gag, yet the thrill of being used in eclipsed any discomfort whatsoever. As she was used like a flimsy sex-toy, her head moved forward and back while her throat was swabbed, her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
For a Princess to willingly be abused like this was unthinkable. She was an alicorn, one of three demigods who protected all of Equestria, and yet she was squatted down getting her face fucked like a common whore! The ignominy, the scandal, the hedonism - she adored every second of it. With her hands free, keeping her breasts clamped around the pistoning shaft with upper arms, she reached down to shamelessly knead her aching marehood.
Tempest’s chuckle and hastening pace spoke volumes, telling her that her enjoyment hadn’t gone unnoticed. Peering up with tear-streaked eyes, she croaked and sputtered while she pulled her panties to the side. It was sobering to consider how things would have played out if they were in a room somewhere, because she could already sense herself skyrocketing towards release.
On and on Tempest went, rutting her muzzle for what felt like hours on end. While she was undeniably ruthless, putting her impressive strength to good use, she wasn’t completely without mercy. She’d periodically roll her hips back and allow the Princess a sip of air, just enough to keep her from passing out, before continuing with renewed vigor.
Toeing the line of release, Twilight gasped when Tempest stepped back and abruptly unsheathed herself. She’d been so close - so very, very close to cumming that the sudden change of pace threw her into a panic. Coughing a mixture of saliva and precum to the cobblestone beneath her, she wiped her chin and shot a wounded look upward.
“W…why’d you stop?” she bleated, her voice betraying her desperation.
Lightly slapping her dick against Twilight’s face, smearing the poor mare’s makeup, Tempest chuckled. “Get up and bend over.”
The command was electrifying. Standing so quickly that she nearly fell over, thrown off by the added weight affixed to her torso, Twilight spun away from Tempest and faced the closest wall. Her enthusiasm was rewarded by a sound smack to her tush and the feeling of her dress being pulled up her legs. She’d come this far, blowing somepony in an alley with her tits out, so going a little further wouldn’t hurt anything ~ right?
“Got it bad ~ huh?” Tempest clucked as she rubbed Twilight’s drenched pussy. “If I knew you were this desperate to get dicked down, I could’ve pulled you into the bathroom before we ate.”
“Y…yeah,” Twilight wheezed, peering over her shoulder with a wild, crazed eye.
The good news was that Tempest didn’t torment her for long, stepping behind her and getting into position after only a few seconds - the bad news was that she lost all self-control when she felt the broad cock-head kiss her entrance. Throwing her weight back and impaling herself, she unleashed a low, guttural groan of satisfaction. It may not have been the biggest thing she’d ever had in herself, having experimented with several staggeringly large toys after she’d become an alicorn, but the dickmare’s endowment hit all of her sweet spots.
Tempest fell into a steady rhythm, holding her hips while plowing her from behind, and she quickly followed suit. Throwing her ass back to meet each heavenly plunge, she whimpered and milked the magnificent stallionhood for all her worth. The weighty balls slapping against her clit, how the thick medial ring scraped against her g-spot, how the battering ram-like crown pounded against her womb - it was like they were made for one another.
Her whimpers gradually blossomed into loud incoherent mewling as her bliss mounted. She wasn’t just inching toward a climax - she was skyrocketing to one. Even under the best circumstances, when she was feeling particularly passionate, her endurance was rather impressive - needless to say, that meant nothing to Tempest. With her knees quaking and threatening to buckle, and her tail fully flagged, she crossed the threshold, threw her head back, and howled in ecstasy.
“Buck yeah - there’s a good bitch,” Tempest growled as she slid one hand up Twilight’s back.
The sound of tearing fabric joined the drumbeat of their colliding bodies, but Twilight couldn’t have cared less. Lost to her rapture, cum-drunk beyond all reasoning, it was all she could do to stay standing. A sliver of her higher-self begged her to stop, warning her that she was being far too loud, yet her primal urges had rallied in strength. While she brayed and squealed like a lucky filly on prom night, sensing herself rebounding to a second, even more powerful orgasm, her mind went blank.
She could practically imagine the depraved scene. Bent forward and braced against the brick wall between two buildings, she was getting utterly ravaged by a mare who’d nearly brought her life to an end. The irony didn’t escape her; though Tempest had ultimately seen the light of friendship, she was no less commanding than she’d ever been.
Their bodies steamed in the cool air, sweat and lecherous juices pattered to the ground beneath them, and any semblance of their civility bled away as they sought to satisfy themselves and one another. A peerless warrior and alicorn Princess though they were, they were little more than animals. Tempest snarled as she thrust harder and faster than ever, reverting to her old, pitiless ways, white Twilight’s toes curled and thighs trembled.
All but literally having her brains rutted out, Twilight had no way of knowing how much time passed. Her second climax gave way to a third, then a fourth and a fifth, until she eventually lost count of how many times she’d cum. She’d had no doubt that Tempest was a formidable lover, yet the sheer zeal and skill with which she was screwed was unimaginable.
While she was far from a virgin, having had a handful of sexual experiences in the past, every other tryst paled in comparison to this. Tempest was a mare - sure, she was a tall, well-built, and exquisitely well-hung mare, but she was a mare all the same - bearing that in mind, she knew exactly how to get a mare off. The powerful she-stud’s technique was impeccable, leaving nothing to be desired, and her stallionhood was just large enough to give her a good stretch. In a mental haze, she relished every disgraceful second of being railed out.
She only came to when she sensed the stallionhood flaring within her. The thunderous pulse in Tempest’s cock, the bloating tip laying siege to her womb, the heavy grunts and hitched breaths from behind her - they could only mean one thing. With a strength she didn’t know she had, she clamped around her lover’s throbbing length and let her intentions known.
“I…Inside!” she wailed, desperate to be filled.
Hilting her in a final, unstoppable plunge, Tempest obliged her. Scalding seed surged through the she-stud’s shaft, bathing her interior and claiming her in a way that none ever had, and she was unmade. To call what she experienced in that moment a climax would be an understatement, a disservice to the all-consuming pleasure that pushed her to the brink of unconsciousness, but Tempest was far from finished with her.
Grappling with her bliss, and fighting not to black out, she was unprepared for the grand finale. In a show of dominance, spontaneity, or something else she couldn’t conceive of, Tempest draped over her back and bit her collar. The tinge of pain mixed with pleasure was her undoing, robbing her of her senses and threatening to break her on an existential level.
Her fall was inglorious, collapsing to the ground while unceremoniously slipping off Tempest’s still-cumming cock. Ropes of jizz spattered over her back and mane, painting her and marking her as a taken mare, while she heaved air into her chest. In spite of her torn dress, the spunk clinging to her attire and fur, and the dirt on her knees, she couldn’t stop herself from smiling.
“Shit,” Tempest hissed, grabbing her arm and helping her stand. “You ok?”
“Uh…uh-huh,” Twilight dreamily replied.
Appearing less than convinced, Tempest blushed and rubbed the back of her neck. “S…sorry about that. I don’t - Mmmph?!?”
Twilight silenced her with a kiss. She’d been through worse in the past, and she’d likely go through worse in the future, so the small mess and the scraped knee was hardly a concern. Only pulling back when Tempest’s tongue pressed into her muzzle, she attempted to step back, stumbled, and was snared in her lover’s grasp.
Chest to chest with Tempest, Twilight ran her hands up the giantess hip and upper arm respectively. There was a reason that the Storm King had chosen the intimidating mare as a champion. Simply feeling the toned muscle under the she-stud’s suit was rousing, and she pined for the moment when she’d be able to undress the amazoness to fully appreciate what she had to offer.
“Wanna - cough - come back to my place to get cleaned up?” she slurred, her speech as uneven as her footing.
Snickering then breaking into laughter, Tempest shook her head. “Wouldn’t be much of a date if I didn’t walk you home, even if it’s you just teleporting us there.”
Though she was exhausted, leaking foal-batter from her battered marehood, and aching in a number of places, Twilight willed power into her horn. All she had to do was teleport them back to her castle, away from the public eye, and then they could relax - well, maybe relax. Plastering herself against Tempest, she looked up and into the dickmare’s eyes.
There were a number of things she wanted to ask, and more than a few things she wanted to say, yet she remained silent. Hope was a fickle thing, just as prone to be dashed as it was to be fulfilled, and she wasn’t about to jinx herself. Closing her eyes and evoking the spell that would bring them back to the Castle of Friendship, she said a prayer that their first date wouldn’t be their last…