>You are Anon.
>As of right now, you are helping little unicorn Twilight Spergle with a spell.
>Yeah, unicorn. It’s not like she’ll ever sprout wings and become a princess or anything, right?
>As of right now, Spike’s off on some ‘royal business’ that’s apparently too important for Twilight to tell you. Even though she called on you to be his replacement slave for today.
>It’s not that bad, actually. Aside from the occasional order she gives you, most of the time it just consists of sitting and listening to her droning on and on about whatever’s on her mind at the moment.
>Right now, she’s trying to teach you how the spell works.
>Hah. Like you’ll ever understand that nerd stuff.
 
>”...and as you see, this spell will allow the user to release magic from whatever hard surface bla bla bla...”
>Release. Hahaha.
“Yup, yeah, yeah. Sounds great, Twi.”
>You lean back on hind legs of your chair, closing your eyes and tilting your head backwards.
>Suddenly, the ongoing drivelling stops. Curious, you peek an eye open.
>Twilight gives you a disapproving look.
>”You know, that’s really dangerous, Anon. You could fall over backwards and hurt yourself.”
>You close your eyes again.
”Uh huh. Yeah. Sounds great, Twi.”
>She gives an exasperated sigh. Soon, the clinking of rocks and the sound of turning pages continues, minus the talking.
>Perfect.
>”Now, Anon, I’m gonna need you awake for this next part.”
“Uh huh.”
 
>”Anon!”
“I’m listening!” you shout back, opening your eyes and righting your head. The front legs of the chair slam into the floor at the same time as your feet, and you sit at attention.
>”I’m just making sure.” She levitates a rock off her desk, floating it over to you and letting it hang in the air just in front of you. “I’m going to need you to hold this.”
>As you take the rock, the aura around it dissipates. It’s oval-shaped with a broad, smooth face on each side. Etched into one of the faces is a really cool-looking pattern.
>”Now, I’m going to need you to point the side with the markings on it towards me.”
“Oh, cool! Are these like, runes or something?”
>”Yeah, something like that,” she says dismissively.
>Hmph. Stuck-up geek.
>Despite her attitude, you, being a very kind and helpful Anon, do as she says.
>Still in your seat, you hold the rock out to her, marking side first.
>”Uh, Anon? I said I wanted the markings towards me.”
>Oh, fucking Anon.
 
>You check the rock and are about to turn it around, but realize that you had it right in the first place.
>What the fuck?
>You shoot an annoyed glance at Twilight, who just puts a hoof to her mouth and giggles.
>”I was just having fun, Anon. What, can’t I joke sometimes, too?”
>Fuck you. No wonder nobody likes you, you purple conehead.
>Seeing your scowl deepen, she seems to get nervous. Avoiding your gaze, she quickly buries her face in book, her horn lighting up as she begins to charge a spell.
>A few minutes of this goes by. You’re still holding the rock straight out in front of you, and your arms are starting to burn.
>You figure you can rest for a moment, and begin to lower your arms. However, the little purple unicorn’s head pops up just as you’re about to do so.
>”Okay, Anon. I just need you to hold it for a few seconds longer, and we’ll be done here.”
>You groan. This better be quick.
 
>Twilight begins to close the distance between you two, walking towards you with her glowing horn pointed precariously at you.
>Oh, and her eyes are closed.
>Wait.
>Her eyes are closed?
>Seeing the pointy purple lance approaching you, you start to feel a bit apprehensive.
“Hey, Twi? Why are your eyes closed?”
>”I’m trying to concentrate,” she says, eyes still shut.
“Uhh, mind opening them? I’m a little worried for my safety here.”
>”Oh, pipe down. I know what I’m doing.”
“You sure? ‘Cause you have a cute little horn and all, but I don’t exactly want it inside of me…”
>”Don’t worry.” She continues to walk towards you as she talks. “I assure you, I calculated all of the variables, down to exactly how far I would need to walk. I calculated everything from both the sine -and- cosine of the angle of my horn, down to how many steps—”
>It’s at this moment that it happens.
 
>You don’t know how, but the little klutz manages to trip over her own hooves.
>You watch, quite amused at first, as she takes a few frantic and vain steps forward before losing her balance and flopping unceremoniously onto her chest.
>Haha, looks like her chin made a zero degree angle with the ground.
>Her horn, however…
>You watch in abject horror as her horn fires off whatever spell she’d been charging.
>A purple beam of magic shoots off the tip at a gazillion miles an hour.
>Directly into your crotch.
>Pain. Pain is all you’ve known, pain is all you will ever know.
>The blast itself sends you flying backwards out of your chair and onto the ground.
>But you don’t care. You just curl up into a little green ball, trying your best to hold what little must remain of your manhood.
 
>Oh, what a world. What a cruel, magical, painful world.
>”Anon!”
>Twilight is by your side in an instant. She hovers over you, nervously prancing in place.
>”Oh no, oh no! Are you okay, Anon?”
>Even through the pain, you manage to give her a look that gets the point across quite clearly.
>”Oh, yeah, of course you’re not…”
“Help… me…”
>”Oh! Of course!’ She hesitates for a moment, as if unsure of herself. “Uh, where did the magic bolt hit you? Perhaps if I could have a look at the area...”
>You uncurl yourself just enough for her to see what where you’re holding. She stares in confusion for a moment, until her eyes widen.
>”Ahh…” She blushes. “Well, uhm, *ahem...* The spell itself didn’t contain any particularly harmful elements, but… We’d better be safe.”
>Is she saying what you think she’s saying…?
>She looks the other way, doing her best to avoid looking at you. Her voice becomes really quiet and choked-up, and cracks midway through. “I’m going to need you to remove your pants, Anon.”
>You look up at her, wondering if she’s serious. She continues to look the other way, her face redder than a hillbilly at a family gathering.
 
“A-Alright…”
>You concede, starting to undo the button on your jeans. The pain has subsided enough so that you can focus now, but you still get that ‘kicked in the nuts’ aching feeling.
>It feels like your balls are being sucked up into your stomach
>You see Twilight’s eyes flicker to towards your crotch before they resume looking anywhere but there
>You unzip, feeling fresh, cool air blow onto your startlingly hot groin
>Jesus H. Christ. What the hell did that spell do to your manhood?
>Your pants come down, leaving your underwear as the final barrier between little Anon and the outside world.
>By now you’ve recovered enough to be able to sit on your butt. Twilight has gone from purple to scarlet, and you have to admit that you feel your cheeks heat up as well.
>From embarrassment, of course.
 
“Alright, uh…”
>Damn, you’re feeling a bit self-conscious right now.
>Twilight seems to notice your discomfort, as she reassures you, “D-Don’t worry, th-this is all done as a m-medical precaution. Th-This is completely professional, and c-coc-confidential.”
>Right. Well, you don’t really see any other way.
>You pull your boxers down, doing so slowly so as not to irritate your sensitive member.
>You close one eye and peek the other one open, slightly afraid of what damage may have been done to your pride and joy
>Surprisingly enough, your junk appears to be undamaged.
>What a relief.
>Twilight, you realize, has just been staring this whole time.
 
>”I’ve… never seen a…”
>Before you can question her, she quickly shakes her head, apparently snapping her out of her trance.
>”So, um… *Ahem* I think we just need to rub- RUN! -Run- some tests!”
>You raise an eyebrow.
“Twilight, are you feeling alright?”
>”I’m perfectly fine, thank you!” she blurts out rather defensively. You decide not to push the issue any further.
>She trots forward. Stopping just a few feet away from you, she lights up her horn.
>”Now, Anon, this might tickle a little bit. It’s just a routine check to make sure that nothing’s been damaged.”
>Heh heh. Twilight’s gonna tickle your balls.
>Not really. Don’t think like that. What if you popped a boner or something?
>She lowers her head bringing her horn- but more importantly, her face- mere inches from your flaccid dick.
>When you squint your eyes, it kinda looks like she’s giving you a blowjob.
>Keep thinking like that, and you may not be flaccid for long…
>For awhile, you just sit there with your junk hanging out while Twilight just does some glowy stuff with her horn. You don’t feel anything, and actually start to get bored.
>You start to wonder, when is this going to be- ohhhh LAWD
>It takes all your effort not to jump. You feel something tingling at the base of your dick. It takes you off-guard, but a few seconds later and you feel all the aching you’d previously felt melt away.
>And then...
>Oh Celestia… this feels fucking awesome.
>The tingling is a akin to a vibrator. A vibrator that vibrates your dick from both the inside and outside. It’s really weird, but holy fuck…
>The sensation moves from your dick down to your balls. You feel one nut being picked up and engulfed in the sensation, and the other one seemingly being picked up and moved up and down, as if she were weighing it.
>It feels as if she’s playing with your balls.
 
>You can’t help it now. It’s just too much.
>You feel the blood rush to your now rapidly-growing member. A magic aura surrounds both your entire nutsack and your dick, and you can no longer resist.
>Your boner rises, inching its way towards Twilight’s face. You expect her to say something, to berate you for dirtying the professionalism with your arousal or something.
>But she doesn’t seem to notice. She doesn’t even fucking notice.
>You realize her eyes are closed. Again.
>The irony isn’t lost on you. You consider letting her know that her nose is inches away from your throbbing penis, but a renewed pulse of magic changes your mind.
>You decide to let yourself to enjoy this moment. She’ll find out as soon as she as she opens her eyes or something. Maybe that’ll teach her not to magic with her eyes closed.
>The thought occurs to you that Twilight’s basically giving you a magic blowjob, and is completely unaware of it. The idea of it turns you on even more, and soon you’re straining not to buck your hips.
>Imagine poking her eye out with your dick. Things would be pretty awkward for awhile after.
>You groan. This is just so good… maybe not as good as an actual pussy, but getting there. You start picturing lewd things involving Twilight, and accidentally let out a groan. You’re getting close.
>”It’s okay, Anon. It’ll be over soon, don’t worry.”
>You grunt loudly. Twilight seems to take it as your response.
 
>About a minute of this passes by. Your hands are now clenched up into tight little balls.
>You know you’re gonna pop off at any second now. Time seems to stretch on into forever as you try your hardest to hold it in for just a little while longer.
>”There we go,” she says, her magic dissipating and the tingling going away. “I believe that-”
>It’s just now at this perfectly incredible moment that your body moves of its own accord. Your hips buck upwards and you thrust your penis into her mouth.
>She makes a confused choking noise as your tip touches the back of her throat. As if on reflex, she closes her lips, engulfing your entire manhood in her warm, wet mouth.
>Her tongue slides around, feeling up the foreign object. Your erection twitches against the roof of her mouth, and just when you think it couldn’t get any better, she pulls back on your stick and runs her tongue against the very tip.
>That does it. You feel the adrenaline surge through you as the pressure builds up for one final time, and spews cum into her mouth. She immediately attempts to pull of your erupting hard-on, but only succeeds in getting it all over her face.
>You close your eyes, leaning back and letting yourself enjoy the moment. Your heart thumps in your chest and you let the afterglow take hold of you.
 
>You hear Twilight coughing and spluttering. This goes on for a few seconds, and a silence follows for a few more.
>”Wha… ANON!”
>Ahh, yes, you just remembered. You came all over Twilight.
>You open your eyes, expecting to see an enraged purple unicorn staring at you. However, by some strange twist of fate, you’re wrong.
>Before you sits Twilight, sure. But instead of being covered in white sticky spunk and staring daggers at you, she’s covered in a funny blue, sparkling liquid, and is looking more confused than anything.
>You’re also very confused. You just spurted cum all over her. Not blue stuff.
>...
>A trip down south confirms your fears. You still have a partial hard-on, but that’s not important.
>A little bit of the blue liquid pools at the tip of your dick. You stare at it for a moment, mesmerized.
“Twilight… What in Celestia’s tits did you do to me?”
 
>Twilight stares at a drop of blue jizz hanging running down her snout. You watch in fascination as she laps it up with her tongue, smacking her lips together.
>You’re not sure what to think of this. If anything, you feel a fresh pint of blood rush to your dick.
>”Hmm. This is… odd.” She dabs her hoof in a bit stuck in her mane, and stick her hoof in her mouth. “It tastes like blueberries.”
>You’re oddly conflicted here. On the one hand, cum isn’t supposed to taste like blueberries. You’ve never tried cum so you don’t actually know what it tastes like, but you know it shouldn’t taste like blueberries.
>On the other hand, your dick is now a lollipop. No further explanation needed.
“So… What does this mean? I jizz blueberry juice now, or what?”
>She stops in the middle of lapping up another drop of your cum, as if suddenly remembering that you’re in the room. She blushes, wiping the last bit on her hoof off on her coat.
>”I… Uh… I really don’t know,” she admits. “I only checked you for injuries, not for magic presence or anything like that.”
“Well, why didn’t you?”
>”Well, I was -going- to, but then you ejaculated all over me!” Just as she says this, a little bit drips from her mane.
“Heh heh, yeah… Sorry about that.”
 
>”Ugh.” She floats a towel over, attempting to wipe it out. All she succeeds in doing is rubbing it in. “Listen, I’m going to run another test on you, alright?”
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“Wait, really?” you ask, unable to keep the excitement out of your voice.
>She catches it quite quickly. ”You can’t go and ejaculate again, alright?”
“Twilight, you can’t really ask that of me. I didn’t have much control of it last time.”
>You gives you a skeptical look. “Really, now? You just -happened- to stick your dick out right as you-” She blushes at the words coming out of her mouth. “So you’re saying that your, uh, ejaculation and thrusting both coincided with me opening my mouth?”
“Pretty much.”
>She scowls. “Can’t you at least try, Anon?”
“Well, I guess I could. But it would be really hard.”
>You smirk. She gives you a look of utter disappointment, and magically slaps you.
>You deserved it, and you know it.
“But really, it doesn’t work like that,” you explain, rubbing your sore cheek. “Your magic honestly feels good. Like, really good.”
 
>She blushes. “Hah. Really?”
>You nod.
>She seems to contemplate something for a moment. Then, her horn begins to glow again.
>”Okay, Anon, I’m going to try another spell. This one shouldn’t be as... arousing as the last one was, but just let me know if you feel the need to release again. Okay?”
>You nod, preparing yourself for round two. Once again, your penis is engulfed in a purple aura. Just as she said, the feeling is the same as before, just not as strong.
>Not much happens boner-wise. You’re a little bit spent from the first time, so while the magic feels good, you don’t really get aroused.
>That is, until she starts playing with your balls again.
>Your member begins to rise from its halfie-state. Twilight notices, and a rosy tint comes to her cheeks.
>”Heh, heh. You know, you’re a lot different-looking than most stallions.”
“I’m sure you know all-l-l-l about that.”
>Her eyes trail off to the side. “Not really, admittedly…”
>You eye the little pony in front of you. She looks a little dejected.
>You’re about to say something about it, but her eyes suddenly come to life.
>”I’m detecting high levels of magic in your genetalia, Anon!”
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“What are you talking about, Twi?”
>”Well, do you remember the spell I was trying to cast earlier?”
“Yeah, how could I forgot? It hit me right in the balls.”
 
>”Aside from that. Do you remember its function?”
“Not really.”
>She gives you an unamused stare. “Were you even listening when I was talking to you, Anon?”
“Nope.”
>”Ughh! Why do I even bother with you?”
“Because I get all hot and bothered around you?”
>You wiggle your eyebrows.
>Twilight turns a deep crimson. “I… Anon, that’s really…” She clears her throat. “Well, the spell I was trying to cast was supposed to give the rock the ability to retain magic.”
>A smile finds its way onto your face.
“Are you saying I have a magic dick now?”
>”I was going to say so in less vulgar terms… But it’s very possible that you’ve gained the ability to absorb and release magic, if the spell worked.”
>Haha. Release.
>”My question is, how did it work? It was only supposed to take effect on the rocks I assigned…”
“Well, maybe it worked on my rocks too.”
>”You say one more thing like that, and I’m ripping them off.”
>You feel the blood drain from your dick.
>”What? But- how?”
>You start to wonder why Twilight’s so distressed at your de-rection, but realize that she’s not even looking in your direction anymore.
>”The magic is receding! I don’t get it! One moment I’m detecting almost enough magic to be a unicorn’s horn, and the next it’s almost all gone.”
 
>You look from her to your floppy disk, and back to her again. You don’t know about Twilight, but you think you’re starting to see a connection here.
>You close your eyes. You start thinking about things. Sexy things. Things like magic blowjobs, and actual blowjobs from Twilight.
>Instantly, you feel yourself re-bonering. Just as you suspect, Twilight makes a ruckus.
>”Oh my gosh! It’s coming back, stronger than before! This is a magical miracle! Are you controlling it somehow?”
>You open your eyes, and Twilight is right up in your face. She’s as giddy as a filly on Hearth’s Warming Eve.
 
>She stands between your legs with her forehooves planted on the ground just south of your crotch. She leans forward, her eyes alight with excitement as she awaits your answer.
>Smirking, you point downwards with your finger.
>Her eyes slowly trail down your body until they come to rest on your not-fully-erect-but-almost-there penis. She stares at it for a moment, seeming conflicted.
>”But… that can’t be…” Her faces rises to meet yours again. She looks distressed. “So, the magic levels in your… -genetalia-... rise and drop in tandem with your erections?”
>You shrug.
“I dunno, you’re the scientist here, Twi. All I know is that you always seem to get excited at the same time little Anon does.”
>For the zillionth time today, she blushes furiously. She tries to say something, but her jaw just wordlessly moves up and down like a gasping fish’s. Again, conflict races through her mind, until she tepidly seems to come to a decision on something.
>”Anon… J-Just r-remember, what’s going to happen next is p-purely for science.”
>Huh?
>You watch, somewhat divided between curious and afraid, as she takes a step back. She touches your penis with her hoof and pushes on the base of it a little until it’s pointing directly towards the ceiling.
>At least she’s considerate enough to touch it with the soft part of the hoof rather than the rough edges.
>She brings her head downward, her face coming inches from the head of your dick. She sniffs it. You groan inwardly, her hot breath on your member sending electric jolts all up and down your spine.
>What a cocktease.
 
>She stares at it for a few seconds, her eyes cutely crossing to compensate for the closeness of your dick to her muzzle. She sticks out her tongue, and lightly touches the base of your appendage with the tip of her own.
>Her hoof, having held your penis in place for the past minute or so, gently lifts off, allowing your rod to snap back into place.
>This sends it smacking into Twilight’s warm, wet tongue. You hold your breath, anticipating what comes next.
>Twillight’s eyes meet yours. Then, slowly and deliberately, she begins to lick, sliding her fleshy muscle against the surface of your aching erection.
>All the while, half-liddedly making eye contact.
>You ball your hands up into fists at your sides, clenching your teeth together. Just as she’s about to reach the end, she gives a last flourishing flick to the tip of your cock, nearly sending you over the edge with that unexpected move.
>She must be more experienced than you’d previously thought. You would have never expected that to come from the awkward, nerdy purple bookworm, but here she is almost making you cum with her tongue alone-
>”D-Did I do it right? I-I read that in a book somewhere, I’ve never received the opportunity to practice put my technique…”
>Is she serious?
>You give the purple unicorn what you think is an astounded look. In response, her ears fold back and she looks the other way nervously.
>Holy shit. She’s totally serious.
“Y-Yeah Twi, you’re doing… really good, actually. J-Just keep going, alright?”
>You manage to get out between breaths.
 
>This seems to give her some of her confidence back. “Oh, really? Well, um… all of the romance novels and dating guides I’ve ever read have always suggested plenty of foreplay, so… Here goes!”
>She then turns her head sideways, manages to burrito half of your dick in her long pony tongue, and slides it up and down, all the while anxiously looking to you for approval.
>It’s hard to tell her how much you’re enjoying this through all the dopamine clouding your mind, but you do your best to grunt your approval. She seems to understand, becoming more and more confident with her strokes.
“Twi… Twilight,” you say, grabbing her attention.
>She stops stroking and just stares at you for a second from her sideways view, before slowly unraveling her tongue from around your aching member and slipping it back into her mouth.
 
>”Yes, Anonymous?” she asks in a singsong tone, fluttering her eyelashes at you.
>Damn that nerdy, awkward, sexy pony…
“Come here,” you say, patting the ground next to you.
>She does as you say, trotting over and standing by your side.
“Turn around.”
>Her eyes widen with the realization of what’s happening. All that confidence seems to drain out of her as she shakily obeys, turning around with her tail pinned between her legs.
>”A-Alright… Just b-be gentle, okay?”
>For a moment, you just stare at the pitiful sight. Her legs are quivering, and you can see that she’s clenching her eyes and biting her bottom lip in fear.
>Damn. You couldn’t feel good about doing this. Not while she’s like this.
“You’re nervous, aren’t you?”
>All you get is a whimper in response.
“It’s alright, Twilight, it’s not going to hurt. I’ll be really careful, I promise.”
>”Okay.”
>She’s still shaking, and despite being soaked to the bone in her arousal her tail is still clinging to her marehood.
>Goddammit. You’re still painfully aroused, but your conscience won’t let you enjoy this if she’s acting like this the whole time.
“You know, Twilight, if you’re uncomfortable with-”
>”I’m fine, okay?! Just do it already!”
>She said that whole thing with her eyes still closed.
>Damn, you can feel your hard-on starting to wear off...
>You get an idea. You lightly nudge the inside of one of her legs, encouraging her to spread them. With an audible gulp, she does so.
>You keep pushing them apart until there’s enough room for your body to fit between them. You slide yourself through, legs first, until your face is under her arousal. Well, it would be, if you could see it through her tail.
>She spreads her front legs as well, allowing you to fit all the way through. She seems a bit less scared now and more curious.
>”Is this a sixty-nine, Anon?”
You don’t answer that directly. “Just keep doing what you were doing earlier. When you’re comfortable, just let me know and I’ll start.”
 
>She lets out something between an embarrassed chuckle and a relieved sigh.
>”Heh, heh. I thought you were gonna stick it in me…”
>The way she says it sends you into a fit of laughter. She scowls, blushing, and turns her head around to admonish you.
>”Don’t laugh! It’s not funny!”
“Hee hee, I thought you said you studied this shit or something.”
>Her frown deepens, as well as her blush. “No, they were just romance novels and… dating guides.”
“I thought you said that foreplay was important or something. What did you say, Professor Twilight?”
>”You wanna know what I said, Anon?”
>Before you can answer, the front half of her body lowers down, leaving her cute purple rump sticking up in the air. Starting from the tip, you feel your cock slip into her maw, instantly sending shivers up your spine and making you rock hard again.
>She stops halfway down, and with a sloppy slurping sound, pulls off until you’re almost out and slips back down again. Immediately, your hands fly to her cutiemarks, grabbing as much ass as you think you can without hurting her.
>She lets out an audible moan, softly vibrating your dick. Seeing how this gets a response from her, you begin kneading her asscheeks, which gets various pitches of moans and grunts from her.
>You hadn’t realized it before, but Twilight really does have some nice hips. It’s usually the earth ponies who have big thighs and asses, and pegasi who have sleek, overall toned bodies, while the unicorns aren’t left with much in those terms.
>Twilight, you’ve noticed, has a little bit of a belly pudge, but it’s not gross. If anything, most of her pudge seems to have been assigned to this pillowy ass you’re squeezing. Maybe she just got lucky.
>Or you did. Heh heh.
 
>You notice that her tail isn’t wrapped around her vagina anymore. In fact, her tail appears to be slightly raised, allowing you full view of her little pink pussy.
>Guess that’s the signal.
>With your right hand, you grip the inside of her asscheek, close to her marehood. You stick out first a thumb, and then a forefinger, and begin tracing around the edges of her labia. She stops sucking for a moment.
>Her hind legs begin shivering. You start to wonder if she’s getting scared again, but she resumes her motions again as if she’d never stopped.
>Being on the cautious side, you decide to take it slow anyway. You play the game of getting your fingers as close to the inside of her pussy as you can without sticking them in, lightly rubbing the edges of her winking slit as teasingly as you can.
>A few minutes of this, and despite being spread, her legs are nearly knocking together. It creates an almost hypnotic ripple in her plump as cheeks, which nicely accentuate her swollen, sopping wet lower lips. She’s also whining more than a lost puppy.
>Finally, you both hear and feel her pull off your cock. With a drop of slobber hanging off her lip, she throws her head back and screams, “OH, fucking TARTARUS, Anon! Just STICK IT IN, ALREADY!”
 
>You jam a finger into her vagina, and she screams something incomprehensible this time. Her pussy, you can tell, has never been touched by anything other than a hoof. Your finger slides in easily enough, but it’s just a finger; if it were your dick…
>Just the thought almost makes you bust a nut. You almost feel bad for touching it with your unclean hands; you think about being careful to preserve this pussy, being nice and gentle until the time comes when you get to jam your oversized cock into it.
>Nah. She’s held out against your teasing for pretty long, she deserves more for being such a trooper.
>A second finger slips in and Twilight lets out a high-pitched whine. She buries her face into your side, taking a small pinch of skin in and rolling it between her teeth.
 
>She begins leaning backwards into your hands. At first, you try using your left hand to support her. Your hand sinks further and further into her marshmallow cheek as she puts more and more weight on it.
>Your arm starts to get tired. You realize that soon enough, she’s going to be putting practically her whole weight onto you. You need to make a decision soon: continue being this purple goddess’s personal seat, or save yourself from a horrendous cramp and soreness?
>Why not both?
 
>You grip her ass as hard as you can; probably hard enough to make a mark, but you don’t really care at this point. The tips of your fingers are almost swallowed in her plush.
>She lights out a high pitched squeak, pulling away and escaping your grip.
>Still in a funny squatting position with her pussy towards you, she turns her head to look at you.
>Again, she looks angry, but it’s quite funny because now she’s all red and sweaty.
>She barely has enough breath to lecture you.
>”Anon… *pant* don’t... *pant* do that!” She does her best to scowl at you. “That really hurt…”
>You just smile, playfully smacking her booty. She tries to fix you with an even sterner glare, but all her fuzzy puffed-up cheeks and furrowed brows do is make her look cute.
“Come here, Twi. Let’s try something else,” you say.
>She suddenly switches to apprehension again, though she doesn’t look nearly as bad as she did last time. “This feels really good, though… Can’t we just keep doing this?”
>You place your hands on her hips, and slowly start to direct her downwards.
“Trust me, Twilight. This is going to be even better.”
>You’re no cunning linguist, but you’ve been told your tongue game is pretty strong. Twilight reacted to just one of your fingers with screaming; you’re dying to see how she reacts to being eaten out.
>Again, you find yourself supporting her as she nervously lowers herself onto you.
>”A-Am I going too fast? I don’t want to hurt you, I know that I’m a little… heavyset. How will you be able to breathe through my gross tush?”
“Twilight.”
>She looks down at you, intent on hearing what you have to say.
“Shh.”
>Her ears fold against her head. “Okay.”
>Soon, her tush is right up in your face. The musky scent of her arousal is overpowering, mixing with the smell of sweat and a flowery coat shampoo.
>Even if exercise isn’t much of a thing for this girl, at least hygiene is.
>When she’s almost on top of you, you decide to mention one last thing.
“I wouldn’t worry, by the way. You have a great ass.”
>You can literally feel the embarrassment embarrassment through her haunches. You think you hear a faint, “What?” but you’re already face-deep in sweet Twilight tail.
 
>It’s like being hit in the face by a waterbed.
>You can feel it ripple around you with every movement she makes
>The smell of sweat and arousal is overpowering from here. The upper portion of your face, including your nose, is being smothered in her ass cheeks. Her clitoris, however, rubs against your upper lip, and her winking pussy drips mare juice all down your mouth and chin
>She sits nervously on your face, seemingly unsure of what she should be doing at this point. You decide to guide her in the right direction by grabbing the meaty insides of her legs and spreading them
>She tentatively obeys, soon moving on her own accord. With her legs spread and you having a little more space to breathe, you poke your tongue into her warm slit
>She moans, her warm folds quickly clamping down on the tip of your tongue. You slip it in as far as you can go and then withdraw, licking her puffy lips before inserting yourself back in
>She arches her back, pressing herself against your face as much as she can.
>So much for breathing room
>Your hands wander all up and down her sides, oftentimes floating downward and finding themselves on her ass. She’s grinding against you without even the least bit of subtlety now, making it a little hard to do your job
>You reach up and grab her by the shoulders; ponies being as small as they are, this isn’t hard to do. Her rhythmic motions slow down at your touch, the numerous squelching sounds no longer covering up her panting
>Your face is fucking soaked right now. She’s having a good time, it seems
 
>However, your mind goes back to your own twitching member. It’s just been sitting there, full-mast and catching every breeze, not receiving any attention
>You guide her down to your manhood by the shoulders. She’s a smart mare, and again immediately figures it out. She lies prone on top of you
>You feel her warm, soft body push down against you. Your shirt’s still on, likely preventing you from getting the full effect, but it’s still kind of a nice feeling
>A tongue slides up your dick, starting from the base and slowly working its way up to the tip, where you feel her finish with that same flourish thing she did a few minutes ago. Your hips buck; you’re getting close again.
>Not wanting to be outdone, you set to work on her pussy. You manage to squeeze a hand in under all that rump, and begin fingering her buttcrack
>She yelps, tensing up--something you can tell by the vice grip she has on your finger. You wiggle your little snakey appendage inside of her, wanting to see how she reacts
>She lies there for a moment, and starts shaking again.
>She must be an anal fan. You smirk, knowing you have her in the palm of your hand.
>Or the tip of your finger. Hehe
 
>It’s now that she turns this around on you. She deepthroats your entire meaty cock in one gulp, pulling back with a resounding slurp and going back down on you again
>You didn’t expect it. You couldn’t have. With a powerful thrust of your hips, you release into her mouth
>Its a bit muffled through Twilight’s buttcheeks, but you hear something akin to an explosion. This is followed by Twilight immediately flying over your head and landing somewhere out of your vision with an audible thud
>You’re extremely confused, aroused, but most importantly, still in the middle of cumming. You look down at your penis as it erupts a second time
>What looks like a giant rainbow laserbeam explodes from your urethra,  sending another blast of sound all around the library. The windows rattle, the floors shake, and the mare falters at the power of your mighty cum
>No, seriously. You may have just killed Twilight. You should go check on her.
 
>As your orgasm dies down, you sit up. After pulling your pants back up you turn around, afraid of what you might find
>Twilight’s in a crumpled heap on the ground. Unmoving
>fuckfuckfuck you killed her
>No, wait. She just twitched
>Ohhhhhh thank god
>"An... Anon..."
>Your eyes widen. She's awake?
>You scramble over to her withered form. She's on her side, her legs all pointing different directions
>...Thankfully, generally natural directions
>"Anon... roll me... onto my back..."
>You obey, rolling her onto her back and cradling her head
>"Anon..." she croaks
"What? What do you need?"
>Oh god she really is dying isn't she?
>"I... I need..."
"Anything, Twilight. Just name it."
>"I need you..." she weakly holds a hoof out
>"...to put it in me."
>That hoof lands on your crotch
>wut
>The purple pony then passes out.
 
Chapter Two here -----> http://pastebin.com/QquSNY8s