It's her first time, will you be gentle?


The obvious solution is having a long study session with SciTwi.

And experimenting. For science. I mean, deflowering a virgin is itself a release of magical power, and it's literally having your first time be with a magical girl. Screw up your first screw and you might end up with a literal semen demon.

No pressure, right?

>You never thought a girl dappled with biosensors would be that attractive. Then again, you never expected that's all they'd be wearing under a nightie.

>Or that Sunset Shimmer would be in the room next door with at least three Crystal Prep labs worth of monitoring equipment.

>you are Anon, and you've been Sunset Shimmer's "cooler" for the past few months ever since that crazy day with all the magic and holes and monsters and stuff

>the more magic that leaked through, the more side effects on Equestria High's all-horsey-squad kicked in...

>including the birds and the bees, equine-style
>turns out combining a magical estrus cycle with teenage girl libidos is a little ridiculous to handle without help
>it also turns out magical alicorn girls who sneeze during orgasm can blow a hole in your car roof, but you just told the insurance guy a meteor hit your back seat
>it wasn't too far off from the truth
>Sunset was kinda hoping it wouldn't spread to the other girls, but Twilight?
>apparently magical not-horse-but-horsey girls also have the same issue
>you're the only male around that's ever dealt with this and Flash apparently jumped town for a security gig with some "Cadenza" chick, so...

>Yeah. Mostly naked very nervous barely legal highly magical girl in a granny nightgown that goes down to her knees. And lots of sticky purple spots.
>Someone might fap to this, but it probably would be you. You know "bombshell" isn't just a nickname for Rarity's bras when it comes to girls like this.
>That would be because most people wouldn't willingly stick their dick in a power socket
>Poor Twilight looks...well, she looks like she stuck a fork in the same plug
>hairs sproinging out in odd places, wild-eyed behind the glasses from all the hyperventilating
>maybe that's from the estrus, maybe it's because she's about to lose her virginity for science and sanity
>the room looks like a Saddle Arabian harem
>big pillows, fuzzy silky throw blankets, bean bags the size of a small boulder
>and a decent sized TV plus speakers
>there's relaxing music playing and that new Bill Neigh show still going on the screen
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g-_HKOcYBK8
"H-hi, Anon! I mean, hello and thank you for being my research assistant!"

>You're wearing no shirt and a comfy pair of lounge pants. Rarity confirmed most of the romance novels Twi "borrowed" under her bed featured the same sort of thing

>she goes for the handshake
>it's like she strapped a joy buzzer on each finger, but you're used to the tingle from when Sunset's been without all week
>another few hairs end up at right angles to Twilight's head
>she's been "without" for almost a month now with no signs of stopping
>"I'm very happy to help one of Sunset's friends, especially one who manages to pull off white lace with purple EKG monitors like that."
>A few hairs actually settle back down as she giggles, even if she's having trouble stopping the giggles.
>Or the hugging. When did she start with the hugging? Or the butt grabbing?
>Hello, Little Anon. Good morning, try not to drill a hole in her belly button when you get up.
"He's so warm, Sunset! Is he always this cuddleable?"
>Sunset's voice replaces the music briefly
~"Anon, remind me to tell you about a quaint Trottingham tradition after this."
>You'd say something, but Twilight Sparkle is too busy attempting to map out your gluteal structure with her fingers.
>And your chest. With her nose. And lips.
>"Um, Sunset? You might want to start recording."
~"Already on it. You owe me an all-night cuddle session for having to watch this, you know!"
>Like the Anon does Twilight Show is gonna be that bad a show for her to watch, you've seen her bookmarks
>whoops, hands have breached the underpants zone! Danger! Danger!
>you bodily pick up the now drooling Twilight and carry her over to the beanbag
"But....but.....BUTT STUFF!"
>"Butt stuff soon, Twilight Time now."
>the beanbag dimples as you add your weight to the fluffy lovesack, curling almost protectively around Twilight in a full-body snuggle
"Mmmm...."
>You can tell the difference- Sunset is more like getting into a hot tub a little too fast, but Twilight makes your skin feel like you're standing under a waterfall
>she's just as bad a cuddle slut, though
>you just hold each other for ten minutes or so, getting into a curled up spoon while trying not to poke her pert yet padded backside too much, making small talk and getting a rogue adhesive patch reattached
>your ears "pop" a little as you can feel the magical pressure equalize a bit after finding an outlet
~"Ready for a little erogenous zone testing, Twilight?"
*squeak*
>Either Fluttershy snuck in or Twilight needs to lubricate her vocal cords
>You did make sure there was sports drinks for afterwards. And lube. For other parts.
>"We're going to start from the top, Twilight."
>and with that, you nose aside a few purple strands of hair and nibble on an ear, the faint scent of otherworldly ozone tickling your senses
>her hands grab onto one of yours for dear life and locks it firmly against her thinly-clad waist
"Ahhh....Anon!"
>she's about ten degrees warmer as her skin flushes down to her neck and probably beyond
>you just rest your lips behind one ear and reach up for what you expect to find...
>...yep, second set of pony ears on top, just like Sunset
>your free hand works it's skritching magic, and Twilight loses coherency as you double-team her with ear nibbles on the first set and a gentle pressure on the second
>long practice chewing gum and walking at the same time proves fruitful in ways you never imagined in elementary school
>a few minutes of your work has Twilight Sparkle puddled next to you, babbling occasionally in words that might be your name and possibly moving again next geological period
>"Twilight?"
"Mmmrhm? No stoppy with the ear thing..."
>"Can I have my other hand back?"
"No. Mine."
>"You asked for it..."
>your hand curls into it's dreadful form and five spears of power stab into Twilight's soft, vulnerable belly
"GHEEEHEEHEHEHEHEEEEE*SNORT*EEEEEEEE!"
>Twilight in a tickle-fit dances spastically, all four limbs not quite ever coming close to co-ordinating as she fails miserably to escape your clutches
*wheeze* "Haaaaaaaa~"
>She's not exactly as fit as Sunset, either. A minute and a half is enough to get her flopping like a beached trout, gasping for breath
>she's too busy finding out about the sweet joys of air when your hand switches from cruel claw to stroking it's way down her leg, and you crook your head a bit awkwardly down to nuzzle into her collarbone...and then nibble on the side of her neck for good measure
>Twilight, as it turns out is definitely into being petted. And something is flicking you in the belly button...
>...you used to wonder if they had really good prosethetic tails before you started hanging out with Sunset, but the wiggling one trapped between you is definitely attached, veiling Twilight's slightly chubby butt even as it lifts her nightie in search of freedom.
>It's all that's keeping her decent down there, because Twilight is most definitely commando. And perky. A tad bit nipply. Not that Sunset's aren't loveable, but...

*PEW*

"Oops!"

>there's now two smouldering holes in her nightie and a matching pair of scorch marks on the wall
>making out with magical girls definitely has it's risks, you've decided
>Before the panic sets in...
>"And now that we've successfully discharged the nipple lasers..."
>you reach under the slightly blackened patch and get a feel for the territory
"W-w-what las Oooohmygosh."
>They're still hard enough to cut glass and hot at the tips, but this isn't going to stop you
>It's easy to cup one entirely in your hand and tease a nipple, wisps of glittery smoke puffing out from Mount Sparkle
>you murmur wordlessly behind her as you sit her up on your lap, both hands working on getting to second base for all they're worth
>Twilight's hands seem to be occupied a bit lower, but you're too busy giving her what's going to be some epic hickeys to look
>...until something soft slides it's way into your pants and, for lack of a better word, polishes your crotch like a chamois cloth to the family jewels
>you can't help the moan that escapes your lips or the way your hands clutch a bit as you realize that Twilight is a natural at giving guys a tailjob.
>Silky hairs swirl down your half-removed pants, getting slicker as they harvest the precum dribbling from your cock to lubricate the grip
>"F-fuck that's amazing!"
>your hands stay high, hers are working furiously low and you lose track of time in a haze of groping each other like only two very horny teenagers can until a shudder runs through Twilight's body and sparks fly
>Literally. From Twilight's crotch. Purple fucking sparks shower a few pillows as she leans back and wails out an orgasm. Or possibly
"Ahhhhhhnooonnnn!"
>Annnd that's the first inning for Little Anon, as her tail has your cock trapped between her thighs and it's not taking no for an answer, milking out an eruption of semen
>which then gets zapped with magical girl cum
>you'd never expected to smell your own burning semen, but it stinks as bad as you might have expected
>the two of you tumble off the beanbag as sparks and smoke begin to combine ominously
>the door pops open as the smoke alarm begins to beep and Sunset rushes in with a fire extinguisher to hose down the beanbag
>this would not be the first piece of seating you've managed to set on fire during sex
>you just hold onto Twilight while the dust settles and Sunset manages to prevent The Towering Sexual Inferno
~"Anon? Burning the bed down?"
>And you watch as she passionately kisses Twilight. No sisterly stuff here, lots of tongue and definitely a bit of slobbering, but they're both into it.
>You? Definitely into it.
~"That was the hottest fucking tailjob I have seen since I snuck Celestia's "Dock Lovers" out from under the royal mattress. I want lessons later, you sexy mare."
"M-mare?"
~"Um, woman! Sorry!"
>she ends up diving for Twilight's tonsils again
~"Not sorry! Really sorry-not-sorry-um-you-two-keep-going!"
>and with that, she drags the charred beanbag out of the door. A few minutes of afterglow and holding Twilight later"
~"All good here!"
>at least one bottle of lube is distinctly missing from the shelf. Must have been damaged during all the ruckus. Too bad, the bacon-flavored lube is Sunset's favorite...
>Fortunately, there's still plenty of big pillows. And towels. You did need a few while Twilight went into full technobabble mode with Sunset over the intercom.
>It gave you time to check for any third-degree dick burns or weird added body parts. And to check out Twilight's ass and it's added accessory
>Her tail is matted with your cum and has a few scorch marks near the tip, and you can't help getting up with a clean towel and a few baby wipes to run through the mess
"Eeep!"
~"Anon, the data shows that Twildork has a very sensitive badonkadock."
>And that's how you end up on a pillow, cleaning Twilight's sticky backside while she makes happy noises with her face half buried in another one to keep the squeeing from breaking more equipment
>every time she kicks her heels up a bit from the pull on her tail, you get a glimpse of Twilight's mound
>it's puffy under a bit of magneta fluff
>you can't help playing with her ass just to get her to wiggle some more, admiring the view
>stretching out naked next to her, you act like a decent boy toy and draw random doodles with your fingernails on her back, which becomes demands for backrub, which becomes you straddling her ass rubbing her shoulders while her tail randomly doodles across your belly and crotch
>you can't say she's a slow learner as your dick recovers from it's previous ordeal and presses itself between those asscheeks each time you lean forward
"Anon?"
>"Yeah?"
"I'm really happy Sunset found you. And you said yes."
>"I'm really happy myself!"
>Again with the girly giggles
"And...I want you to show me how you make Sunset that kind of happy. If...if you don't mind sharing?"
>"Sunset, dear? Can we pencil Twilight in for a hot threesome next Friday?"
~"Wiseass. I suppose we can fit her in if we cut our mad fillyfooling affair a half-hour short. Now, are you two gonna actually do it before I run out of batteries over here?"
>you kiss Twilight between her shoulder blades and move over to let her flip over, but-
"Anon? It's kinda scary, thinking about seeing...y'know...that...going in there..."
>This is the girl that just managed titty lasers and a vaginal flamethrower. And she's scared of you putting anything in there?
"...could you...maybe from behind so I don't get nervous about seeing it go in?"
>...you've had stranger requests. Sunset and what she does with those sugar cubes...
>"Okay. But I'm warning you first."
>A little Luna-Glide, with some time to let it warm up in your hands, and you slide one finger under her tail, letting it drizzle lube down the crack before finding it's way further.
>You give her a thorough treatment on the outside until the puffy lips are glistening and Twilight is beginning to pant into the pillow.
>A few minutes of rubbing her thighs and a bit of literal butt-kissing later, you have Twilight Sparkle ass-in-the-air with her tail waterfalling down to veil a wet, slippery-looking passage.
>You are so hitting that.
"Anon? Am I...am I good?"
>"When we're done, Sunset may even say you're best pony."
>And having lined up while Twilight Sparkle is having her last moments of virginal life, you slide the first inch or so into that hot sweet thing until you can feel what has to be her hymen pressing against the head of your condom-wrapped cock.
"Eep! S-stop!"
>Not that having just the tip in doesn't feel great, but that's not the idea here. Nor does Twilight's pussy think so, either.
"Ssssssok, a little more..."
>You don't even have to move as she presses back slowly, stretching the barrier you can feel just inside and-
"OWIE!"
>gives way to let your dick slide almost effortlessly in
>and the world seems to vanish save for the horny girl who is grinding herself against your crotch
"~ahhhhhh...."
>I mean, you're seeing bright lights and stuff but you're focused on grabbing Twilight's hips and humping her like there's no tomorrow
>the world shrinks to nothing more than two lovers, like sinking into a pool of molten lust
>then it blinks and vanishes and things get really, REALLY weird
>you're having sex on a field of stars, and Twilight isn't noticing much while you do, but you can't help but notice the only other things you can see are an orange and a purple horse getting it on in the distance
>Serious Discovery Channel shit, but Sunset had warned you might see weird things here
>So you ignore the horsefucking in favor of the woman fucking, because Twilight Sparkle is definitely a woman now, and
"More, more, mooooore! I can see starrrrrs!
>someone is gonna have serious aheago face after this, and it might not just be you
Fifteen minutes or so of plowing this field and your balls have that familiar pull that tells you it's time to pull out or nut in...
>...and you're good with the latter
>You halt Twilight's frantic pumping by pulling her tight against your pulsing cock, spurts of Anon batter being contained in it's rubber sheath
"Ohhhh, my....gossssssshh....fuuuuuuuuck!"
>Uh-oh, Twilight said a naughty word. The world might end or something.
>Orgasm three or so down the line for Twilight subsides, and you wait for the hallucinations to go away.
>I said, the hallucinations go away.
>The horses whinny as purple horse opens her wings wide and orange horse flaps furiously as he tries to stay inside, but slips out in a shower of come and various barnyard fluids
>Then you hear the voice
"For buck's sake, Flash! Our first time and you can't go two minutes AND you don't pull out?"
>"Hey, that's really funny Twilight! I didn't know you could throw your voice."
>Then you realize that Twilight is busy drooling into a miniature constellation, and the horses are looking at you.
-"Is that ANON? Dude, what are you doing here?"
>You don't know any orange winged talking horses.
"Oh sweet Celestia, did you just buck me? I mean, Twilight? I mean, the OTHER Twilight?"
>Or any purple winged talking horses. With a horn. Oh, this is getting really weird...

A WEEK LATER

"And that's when we found out you can only have sex with a virgin alicorn on the Astral Plane to prevent any magical accidents. Or if you're kinda sorta close."

END.