The most epic, familiar ballad sings through cafe speakers, making an overpriced black coffee the most perfect fuel to kickstart an anxious day. You sip the scalding, over engineered brew and review a weathered black notebook. 9 o’clock, get coffee. You sip from the paper cup, enjoying the morning Ponyville sun and move on, ahead of schedule. At nine thirty, chew some minty gum and freshen up. Ten is the press conference outside the new Palace of Friendship, where her highness herself will address Ponyville and the world about what will come of the Tirek incident. His feeble, skeletal form fleshing out, aging in reverse as he stole your magic still haunts your memory.

You sip down some black lava and move on. Noon, the princess scheduled a lunch break. At two, she agreed a private talk just for you, just for an hour. You tap your feet and try to conquer your anxiety. She’s still Twilight Sparkle, you tell yourself. It had been four years. Were four long years enough to bury the pain? She was so special, it hurt more than any pain you had known when she left. But, of course, she had her reasons. And, of course, there were other women. None, no, no woman could ever replace the beautiful prodigy known as Twilight Sparkle.

A throaty sigh escapes your expressionless lips. You fix your tie and look over your discussion notes. Officially, the College of Canterlot wanted some insight on the unprecedented power of Twilight Sparkle’s magic. Unofficially, the second most senior researcher of destruction magic, previously an alteration major, wanted to learn how big of a toll the magic and Tirek had done on the princess.

Celestia, she’s a princess! This was going to be a long morning.

“Good morning ladies and gentlemen,” the violet-haired goddess among women announced over a crowd of thousands. She looked apprehensive at first, biting her lip and scanning the crowd. Even with an early appearance, it was almost entirely standing room only below the crystal balcony. You bite your own lip, amazed at how much yet how little she had changed. Her dress was simple, blue and beautiful. The tree-shaped palace was brilliant in the morning sun. The clear cut angles of crystal were astounding, incredible. Only magic could have sculpted such intricate, yet such natural and asymetric shapes. “I’m sure you all have many questions, which I will try to answer after my short speech. That speech, I hope, will answer most of them before they are asked.

“To start, the great tragedy that befell our nation by Tirek’s evil is over: that vanished with his re-imprisonment. His hold on Discord, as I and my friends have decided after his actions during the battle, prove his dangerousness. Still, after committing such an egregious crime as treason, Discord is officially back on probation, as he was after flooding, then freezing, most of Sweet Apple Acres.

“Secondly, the restoration of the Golden Oaks library inside the new Palace of Ponyville is underway. Public access is limited to tourism; you can look, but you can’t touch. Priceless, rare, out of print, and even unique, one-of-a-kind books were destroyed, and the specimens that were not are currently being restored. The library will be open within a month with hard work, I hope. Please, bear with us during this trying time.”

The address went on for some time, mostly about the condition of Ponyville, Equestria, and the world. Nearly no talk of the battle was had, just references in her other major points. At last, questions were allowed. Almost everyone raised their hands high, including you.

“There, in the white dress,” the Princess announced. A gold-armored man swooped in and held a microphone to a blonde woman’s mouth.

“What about Scorpan? Is he in custody, or still at large?” she asked, her nasally voice rushing Twilight for an answer.

“Well,” the beautiful princess began to answer. “I’ve only heard of him. Tirek is being questioned in Tartarus for now, so I can only hope he will-”

“What about Cerberus?” a male, only a few shoulders away from you asks with much throat. “What’s to keep him on guard?”

“What about the rest of Equestria?”

“How can we trust the princesses after letting such an evil creature do so much damage?”

“Can we get a peek at your rainbow powers again?”

Dozens of questions were fired at the stressed princess, swiftly blocked by her rainbow-haired friend. “Enough!” she shouted into the microphone, silencing every person. Her wild mane was styled rather professionally into a neat bun; it did not fit very well at all. Her slender frame was tied up in a Wonderbolts dress suit and pants, merely one ribbon on her left breast. “Twilight was answering the one about Cerberus, and no other question! Let the lady talk. Princess,” she resigned, bowing and stepping to the side. It was hardly formal.

Twilight plucked the microphone from the stand and thanked “Rainbow Dash”. She cleared her throat and continued. “Cerberus is still on guard, as is a squadron from the Royal Palace, not to diminish the effectiveness of the guard there. My close friend Fluttershy herself is there at the moment, training him.” Rainbow Dash leaned in for a moment. Twilight’s face grew just a shade red, visible from only the first few rows. “I mean, training her. Next question,” she said punctually, finally choosing you. “In the red tie. What is it, sir?”

You wet your lips and feel adrenaline rush throughout your body, a million eyes weighing on you. Calmly, you bend to the microphone. “Princess,” you address, testing the volume. “What happened to you, during the battle, and have there been lasting changes?” People an arm’s length away and more nodded and hummed with agreeing noises.

Twilight looked down at herself, blushing, and smiling timidly. “Something rather amazing, more amazing than anything I’ve ever experienced. As many of you know, Tirek had the ability to absorb power from others. He was absolutely evil, and affected all of Equestria, except at least four people: the other princesses, and me. The others, Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, and my sister-in-law Princess Cadance all gave to me their own power. And with it, I managed to stalemate Tirek. He, however, held my friends, even Discord, hostage. I gave up that immense power for my friends, and they helped me triumph. Together, we utilized our harmony and vanquished him, restoring Equestria to its former glory. The only permanent change, beyond the scarring of the landscape and the emotional casualties experienced by those affected, was my home. If Tirek destroyed your home, please, send me a letter. Personally. Address it to this castle. Contact your mayor. Tell your neighbors. Equestria will survive through harmony, and always will, as long as we persevere!”

The crowd cheered, deafeningly, shouting and clapping and hollering and whistling and crying. Tirek was unlike Discord in one facet: where chaos was sewn to disrupt harmony, violence and hate drew itself as an enemy of harmony. The people from here on out, you know inside, will not be torn by pettiness as a nation. Equestria was stronger than ever, in its roots.

“Thank you, sir,” the princess addressed, looking right into your eyes, her lavender oceans still perfect to drown in. “But, to answer your question a little more thoroughly, I was transformed by both the Princess’ magic and the Tree’s. After the battle, however, I was still the same old Twilight Sparkle. No huge rainbow hair, no extra-powerful, mountain shattering magic, nothing. Although I should be glad: that hair would be expensive to maintain.”

The crowd remained silent, save a few coughs. The princess blushed again, oblivious to Rainbow Dash rolling her eyes.

“Next question, please.” The standing crowd exceeded the interview time by well over an hour, the princess tiring only after answering a tabloid’s question about the next Grand Galloping Gala. She declined respectfully, directing the columnist to another of her circle for that answer.

Twilight pulled a stray lock behind her ear and smiled warmly. “Thank you, Ponyville and Equestria for your questions. I hope that I answered enough for today. Our future, as it always was, is in our own hands. So go out, help your neighbors rebuild, and let us renew our spirit of harmony. I have seen what disharmony can bring. I have seen strangers hate one another, friends grin at others' misfortune, and family disown each other. I despise disharmony. The future will look back on this age and admire us for our efforts, our triumphs will be carved deep in stone for our children to see. In this age we must sow the seeds of greatness by striving for it ourselves with hard, good work. Goodbye, everyone.” She curtsied gracefully and turned away from the cheering crowd. She waved warmly before shutting the door. It was difficult to see, but you think she made eye contact as she disappeared into her castle.

The crowd cheered for a solid minute, finally ushered out by the guardsmen. You leave early and rush to the appointed meetingplace. The mid-summer sun reached its peak and commenced its descent, warming Ponyville and Equestria further as the afternoon began.

The guards at the comparatively small castle’s doors greet you with a smile and allow you entry, hand cannons securely holstered. Security in Equestria was like a rollercoaster. After the Tirek incident, it seemed officers needed artillery.

Once inside, you tell a cute young woman your name and she invites you into the foyer with a friendly smile. The girl shows you around the common areas, and although her mint-green ponytail is inviting, you merely nod and smile with her. You see the foyer, an impressive entryway with staircases flanking the central area leading higher up into the tree. You are led first to a small waiting room with chairs and an adjacent restroom. She offers refreshments in the next room, but you decline. At the end of the short tour, you take your seat in an impossibly comfortable crystal chair. How a rock could be so nice to sit in is a mystery. You skim your notes again, a low, steady level of adrenaline making your heart dance. The time is one-thirty when none other than Princess Twilight Sparkle arrives in the crystal doorway.

She smiles and bows mildly, prompted by your own. There is no fanfare or announcement. You stand tall and fix your tie again. “Good afternoon, Tyler,” she says, smiling wide. Her fancy dress was gone, replaced by a long skirt and, of course, an argyle sweatervest with a white blouse underneath, the cuffs rolled up halfway her forearms. She had to wear the sweatervest. “It’s been so long,” she said, struggling to keep blood out of her face and in the rest of her body. Your face feels warm as well.

You gulp, taken back by her sheer beauty. Her long hair was absolutely gorgeous, let down, yet still pampered for the morning address. The way her straight bangs were styled, magnificently framing her flawless face was a wonder in itself. “Afternoon, Princess,” you reply as humbly as possible. “How, um, you’ve done… well.”

Twilight smiled, brushing her bangs back over her ear. She was a murderer. “I try,” she said in her familiar shy rasp. “Thank you. I’ve received a lot of praise, and you know how I deal with that.”

“With humility and poise?” you reply, biting your tongue. Being a smartass is the last thing that needs doing. You decide to let the comment hang, hoping to change the subject to the interview, or to her, or to the relationship you, the two of you, let dwindle.

Twilight blushes harder. She looks at you and sighs a reply. “You’re not helping.”

She giggles, and you laugh back. The exchange was awkward, but the silence that came with eye contact was welcome. It was almost like only a week or so had passed, not four long years. You take a step closer, and she perks up, her body seems less lithe than it did in college. Her thin frame has filled out with appetizing touches; her hips seem wider, her thighs fuller, even her breasts seem heavier.

Suddenly, within an arm’s reach, you catch yourself and look up. Her deep lavender eyes flick up to meet yours. You smile with her again, laughing shortly with just a breath. You can smell her and her breath, sweet and fresh. You cannot hold back a beaming smile. On an impulse you grab her hand, the two of you jolt at the spark of touch. It’s Twilight who moves in for a deep embrace. She wraps her arms around your shoulders and pulls her body against yours. You bury your face in the long, wavy hair behind her and breathe deeply, hugging her body tight. You feel her moan and breathe, unable to squeeze her closer. Twilight’s cheek flattens your ear, her breasts are against your chest.

You release the gorgeous princess and hold her close, staring into her eyes. “I’ve missed you, Twilight,” you quietly say into her lips, just out of reach. She smiles softly, moving to speak, but subsides. Twilight sighs and touches your face with her hand, her thumb feeling the no longer close shave on your chin.

She is beyond intoxicating. Twilight’s short breath steals yours. Minutes pass, nearly kissing. At last, she returns to her role as Twilight Sparkle, the try-hard awkward genius. “Come on, then,” she quietly starts, her voice cracking. “You have some things you want to ask, don’t you? Let’s go to the library atrium and we can talk all we want.”

Just thinking about a warm, sunny spot to be with the most beautiful girl in Equestria, inside and out, makes your heart flicker.

You follow her, wishing she would lead by her soft, delicate hands with amateurishly-painted pink nails. Four flights of stairs and a few hallways later, all cathederally decorated with stained glass and sharp, strong arches and angles, reveals a round library inside a hexagonal chamber. The grand library is below, encircled by balconies of concentric balconies, narrowing with each level, five total, the highest with a gap in the center no wider than a dozen feet. Blue crystal and yellow tapestries contrast to cast an exceptionally academic air about the large room. People and guards mill about below the top ring you are led across, carrying things from boxes to ladders to posters to chairs to books. You keep most of your attention on the beauty ahead, all five and a half feet of her.

Atop a half staircase between two oaken bookshelves is a modest, stout door of dense wood. Twilight holds her forefinger and thumb out in an L shape, and with a drop of her pointer, pink magic sparks out and unlocks the door’s old-fashioned-seeming skeleton key lock. A click opens the door on silent hinges. “I think you’ll like this,” Twilight says, holding the door open to a reader’s heaven: perfectly lit and symmetrical, the vaulted tower-ette is lit all along the outer wall by tall windows with new, heavy curtains drawn back. A set of four comfortable chairs circles a small wooden table. “It’s by far my favorite room in the entire tree. It’s nice and warm, being so near the apex of the structure, but a vent above lets air circulate, so it’s never stuffy. The light couldn’t be more perfect, and it’s natural! The best kind of light. I’ve considered dragging up a loveseat up here so I can recline, but that’s definitely on the back burner.”

You sit in a chair and embrace the room with a smile. It’s cozy, with quite a view: Ponyville stretches from one side of the bay window to the other, bordered by a looming forest on one end and rolling hills on the other, covered with a more inviting apple tree orchard.

“The view is incredible,” you say, looking back at the princess as she closes the door.

When she turns around, her cheeks are rosy again. “I think so, too,” she says, smiling at you in your seat. She joins you, looking out over the growing town. “I’ve missed you, too, Tyler,” Twilight says, moving her hand to yours.

You cover her hand with your other, grasping softly yet firmly. You impulsively move forward and peck her cheek, breathing deeply as you pull away, your heart pounding its way up and out of your chest.

She touches her cheek with her free hand and blushes deep crimson, lips spreading as she smiles. "I know I probably hurt you when I left," she says, looking away. "It was hard for me, too. Thank Celestia I had so much work to do to keep my mind busy. Literally." She scoffed and shook her head, looking away. "Tell me, what was it like for those four years?"

"Hard," you copy, wincing at using her words. "I only had freshman year to keep me occupied. I, I'm not proud of how I coped with losing you to the Princess. I don't blame you, Twilight. I never did, I knew a great-um, I knew what you had ahead of you and got attached anyway. I signed on for it, but I followed you, didn't I?" You look down at her hand in yours. "I drank, a lot. I worked, I studied, I earned the scholarship I was given and now I'm close to getting my master's. Some nights early on I thought life was meaningless. But, thank Celestia, literally, I heard how you beat Discord, the Changelings, even saved the Crystal Empire. If one pretty girl from college could do that with the help of friends, I could get a stupid degree. With the help of friends, of course.

"Twilight, I was down and out without you, and I don't admit that to everyone. I was, I was bad, very... very bad. Skies were black and food was bland without you. I missed class and almost-"

She stopped you with a kiss, and those trembling memories went behind the door where they belonged. Not locked away forever, but at least out of sight for a little while.

Twilight broke the kiss for another, holding your head gently in both hands. She broke away and panted softly into your lips, her forehead resting on yours. She sniffled and sat up.

Twilight took a deep breath and looked over Ponyville. "Time is a funny thing," she whispered through wet sinuses. She sniffed and grinned as you touched her lower back. You scoot your chair close and hold her gently from the side. "I found spells to travel through time, you know. Just once, and it didn't change anything, not really. Funny story, actually."

You kiss her cheek again and hold her hand, listening and absently looking over the town.

"I wanted to see you again," she said, with a shudder and a smile. Mascara began to smear down past her eye liner. Makeup fit Twilight like the bun fit her friend and bodyguard: well, yet poorly at the same time. "I learned, however, that traveling back in time doesn't change anything. You'll just set in motion a series of events that have already happened."

"I think I understand," you reply gently, studying her hands now. “If you did use that magic to come and see me, things would not have been different, right?”

"Tyler," she sighed, smiling as she buried her face in your shoulder. "I never realized how much I missed you."

You want to agree, but can't, not truthfully.

You hold her for a few minutes, letting tears fall onto your suit jacket and unable to shed any yourself. Anger, resent, regret, lust, hate and more, all held for this wonderful woman for years, are drowned by a few minutes of love. Not washed away, not yet, but cooled by the flood.

Finally, the choking lump in your throat grows small enough to swallow. When you do, you find something to say. You take one last breath of her fantastic hair and speak. "I've got to take something back to Canterlot, Twilight."

She nods and wipes her eyes, smiling up at you. She kisses your lips and sniffs again. You offer a clean handkerchief. The princess, Celestia, she was a princess, takes it and looks embarrassed to return it. You take it back with a smile, and wipe her smeared cheeks with a clean corner. She thanks you, smiling, her dimples melting your heart more.

"So," she says with a sigh, touching your arm. "What does Doctor Tyler want to know?"

You roll your eyes and shift the chair to face her. You pull your notepad out and open to a page with a simple title: "Twilight Sparkle". Listed are all the questions you plan to ask.

You take a deep breath in through your nose and let it out through your mouth. Twilight's legs cross, she laughs when you catch her eyes. You do, too. "Princess," you begin, smiling wide. "Alteration and destruction are two of the most occupied schools of magic. Destruction attacks and alterational shields were seen during the battle, of course. Magical power you wielded against Tirek had nearly no recorded precedent. To defeat Discord, the tried and true harmony rainbow was seen, and the blast that departed the Changeling queen was an enhanced version of your brother Prince Shining Armor's shield spell. When you took our Princesses' power and added it to your own, did you experience physical changes? Right away, within hours, as you used it? Anything from height or weight or pain or changes to your features or senses?"

Twilight smiled warmly as she recalled. "Since I was bestowed the title and power as Princess, I've grown three inches in height, as well as other dimensions you won't write down. When I absorbed the others' powers, though, all I got was charred fingertips and a nasty migraine. It went away after a few hours, but needless to say that was the least of my worries at the time. During the fight, adrenaline was flowing so much all I felt was... honestly, fear, anger, more anger, and fear. My life, the lives of my friends was at stake. Is, is that good enough?"

"I'm sure Doctor Alcove would like to hear about you sprouting wings and a tail and growing a third eye, but this will do." You jot down in sloppy shorthand her major points, making sure to mark a "Dimnsns" in the margin with a little hourglass above. "We'll come back to the growing part, your tallness."

Twilight sputtered and stomped her foot. "Tyler!" You laugh with her and at her red face.

You flip back and read the next question. "Have you used any of the spells seen prior to the battle, excluding the raising of the sun? I hypothesised, and bet a decent amount of pride and a tiny amount of money, that you had not."

The princess, visibly slouching, tapped her foot and looked up as she thought. "No. Well, I suppose the whole 'rainbow magic' was new. But, that was some freaky harmony stuff. The blasts, those were never that powerful, and the barriers were strong enough to withstand me being blasted through solid granite. That was new. Think you won?"

You jot down what she had said. "Maybe, it depends how Alcove interprets my interpretation. Anyway, not writing this down," you say, slapping the leather book shut. "What are your measurements?" You ask, looking her over openly. "I definitely noticed your chest looked larger."

Twilight's face grew from her beautiful natural glowing olive tone to a deep, sweet cherry red. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, looking down at her body with an insecure smile. "U-um," she breathed deeply and touched where her bra bridged her beautiful breasts. "Thirty-three, twenty, thirty-six, dress size six, cup," she bit her lip. "This bra is, um, I think thirty-three C, but it's not, uh," she paused, smiling girlishly. "I wanted to look good for you."

"You could wear a sweatshirt and cargo pants and I'd still want to take pictures, Twilight. But you do look absolutely gorgeous." Was that the word? Cuddleable? Cute, sexy, smart, someplace that combines all that with stunningly beautiful, surely.

Twilight rolled her eyes, but she was still sweetly red. "Tyler," she laughs, smiling from ear to ear. "Come on, easy with the praise."

You lean forward and look into her eyes. She leans back, but relaxes, some of that red lightening to a rosy pink. "I'll tone it down," you say, sighing and looking her over. "Thirty-three twenty thirty-six, though. Holy shit."

"Stop!" Twilight laughs. You look at her slender legs and grin, flipping your notebook open.

"Back to the doctorate stuff. Have there, or were there, side effects, temporary or lasting?"

"Aside from unending questions about it?" Twilight paused and bit her finger. "I was exhausted mentally and physically, not to mention sweaty. My head ached for days after all that magic."

"Headache. Next, when did the alteration spell from the tree chest wear off, the one with the glowy hair that gave me my magic back? Did your hair shrink back to normal, or did it sort of shed?" You look up and baulk. "No, really, what happened?"

Twilight Sparkle sighed and looks into your eyes, her purple making your neglected heart race. "My friends and I split up and went where the magic took us for hours, but we didn't restore any magic. We merely showed Equestria they had it back. Regardless, the wave spread about as fast as we did, and it only took four or five hours. When I saw my hair go from yellow, pink, blue, whatever back to my normal lavender, I was back in Ponyville, in front of the new castle and my friends were back to normal. Also it, blinked away suddenly. It was strange, but when the magic wore off, so did its manifestation. So, if you know a thing or two about alteration magic, it makes sense well enough. As much as magic does when it comes to harmony."

"I should have brought a microphone," you mumble as you struggle to keep your notes fast and legible enough. "Okay, finally, are you free tonight for dinner? Maybe, around seven?" Twilight flushed the instant she registered the question.

She turned her head and smiled, bobbing her foot up and down. Her rosy cheeks darkened again. "As long as it isn't fancy," she said with a wink. "Rarity spent two flipping hours on my hair this morning, and I refuse to do it again."

"...do it, again. Got it. So, Twi," you begin, flipping your pen around. "Where do you wanna go?"

At thirty seconds until seven, you knock on the Castle’s door. Still guarded by one sentry, he looks straight ahead with a stone glare. His eyes followed you on the steps, but that was all. Twilight was expecting you, of course. Still, creepy.

In no time, the heavy oak door is pulled back to reveal a brand new princess. Twilight Sparkle, casting a shadow from the great chandelier in the foyer, illuminated with a smile as bright as day. Her perfectly white teeth stand out until she takes a step back, holding her arm out gesturing you to enter. “Tyler!” she says brightly. “Come on in.”

“Twilight, you look amazing,” you reply walking in, admiring her openly. She shuts the door and hugs you close, careful not to fuss up her hair. She steps away and stands, shyly. You cannot keep your eyes up. Her body, so much more voluptuous and fit from years ago, was wrapped in a tight, pale blue shirt that covered her perky breasts down to her curvy hips. Her modesty was kept with slim fitting capri pants, black. It matched her too well: casual, sexy, smart, and cute.

She does it again, pulls her hair behind her ear. “Thanks. Is that the same suit from earlier?” she asks, touching her hand to the sleeve, opening her stance a little. Her bare shoulders are asking for a firm rub.

You let her take your arm. “No, this one is my best three piece. I know you said nothing fancy, but if I want to look as good as you, I’ve got to pick up the slack somewhere.”

That got a giggle.

“Okay, flatterer. Now is the time for some good news, and bad. Bad news first. You have to meet my friends.”

The news is sudden, and you’re not sure how to react, or how she wants you to react. “What’s the good news?”

Twilight kisses your cheek. “They’re going to love you. Come on, Ty. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can go. I’m hungry.”

“Where are we going for dinner?” you ask, walking through the same room you met Twilight in, following up a set of stairs.

Twilight smiles and hugs your arm closer, escorting you. “A neat little place on the eastern side of town, away from the busy shopping district. It’s called Mikal’s, a Germane place. Do you like beer?” she asked, hand on the door to the “throne” room.

“Love it,” you reply, sneaking a kiss from her shiny lips. You realize there was just a touch of lipstick on them, shading her pink lips magenta.

The door opened suddenly, the knob ripped from her hand with the same pink painted nails.

“WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?!” a harsh woman with the bubbliest pink curls challenged. She pressed her accusing finger into your chest, her bright blue eyes scouring you for any incriminating detail.

You stand and reply: “College of Canterlot, I grade papers and tutor when I’m not working on my post-grad.”

“HOW DO YOU KNOW THE PRINCESS?!”

“Pinkie.”

“Went to the school for gifted magicians together just before college.”

“FAVORITE COLOR?!”

“Purple, then green.”

“SHOE SIZE?!”

“Thirteen.”

“Wow, kinda jealous, Twi,” Pinkie, her name was, said with a wink. “You’re lucky, Ty! You passed the patented Pinkie Pie Perfect Partner P-, um, pa, uh… test. Darn, I thought I had a ‘P’ word for test.”

“Probing?” another girl asked from across the room. You couldn’t tell if it was the blond frowning, leaning on her throne anointed with apples, or the rainbow-haired girl, nose-deep in a book, hanging upside down in her chair.

“Good one, Dashie! Oh well. Hi! Great to meet you!”

“Likewise, Pinkie,” you reply, shaking her hand heartily. She pulls you into the room and steps to the side, as if showing you off, on stage, to a crowd of auctioneers. Four other girls besides Twilight and Pinkie Pie occupy the room. The girl with the rainbow hair read beside another, blonde standing sternly, leaning on the same throne with her arms crossed under her breasts. Two thrones, one with a magical star, then three apples, were between those two girls and another woman. She sits, in her own throne adorned with three narrow diamonds, with her legs crossed and sitting upright, her expression warmer but no less calculating than the blonde. The next throne is facing away, and from behind it sheepishly spies the last woman. Her hair is bright pink, but that is all she lets you see.

Your eyes return to the reader. “Dashie, is it?”

The girl with the rainbow hair looked up, or down, from her book, as she was sitting inverted in her chair, legs in the air. Her ponytail fell down to touch the floor as she stared daggers at you. “Not to you. Name’s Rainbow Dash, and only she can call me that,” she said, gesturing to Twilight. “Got it?”

You nod.

“Good. Now,” she started, then flipped backwards upright onto her feet. “Let’s start off on the right foot. Nice to meet you, Tyler,” Rainbow said, walking to you. She’s a few inches shorter than Pinkie Pie, whom is nearly your height, and quite a lot less busty.

“Likewise, Rainbow,” you reply. “You were looking pretty sharp, being Twilight’s personal bodyguard.”

She cocked her hip and raised an eyebrow. “Some girl’s gotta swat the flies off Twilight. So, Twilight tells me you’re an egghead, too.”

“Maybe someday. I’m a postgrad student up at the university we both went to as freshmen, I double majored in illusion and destruction. Twilight looks like she tackled all five schools and founded a sixth. I just hope that-”

“You don’t bore me to death?” Rainbow cut in. “Sorry, but a lot of that magic stuff just flies over my head.” You bite the inside of your cheek. You hadn’t even gone into any spells or even theory! Was it that hard to hear about magic? “Anyway, my girl Twilight’s gotta have a guy that can handle himself. You work out, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” you reply honestly.

“You’re not just a machine mom, are you? Tell me you at least do some free weights.”

You cross your arms and hope your suit looks a little tighter. Since freshman year at the C of C, you’ve been introduced to the gym with a close friend and classmate. The basics were pretty simple, and since, life has improved. Beyond better sleep and more energy, you’ve been satisfied with your body in it’s prime. “My best friend was kicked out of the royal guard for a skin condition, but he was a fitness coordinator for a time. He got me on protein years ago.”

“Flex,” she ordered. Pinkie and Twilight and the other girls all looked closely at Rainbow squeeze your bicep in her first finger and thumb. She smiled and nodded at Twilight. “Works for me. Treat her gentle, champ.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Twilight gives you a little side hug and you see her look at the girls pleadingly. “Come on, he’s strong, smart, handsome, and real. Can we go, now?”

“Of course not!” The woman with violet hair answered. Twilight groaned, but honestly, the attention was a little nice. She rose to her feet and gracefully fixed her playful purple skirt. “Tyler has a keen eye for beauty in you, Twilight, but I need to know if he’s truly right for you. You said you were a college student?” she asked redundantly, closing the gap on her modest red heels.

You agree with a nod, pulling your free hand out of your pocket.

“What are your means, darling?”

“I tutor, for the most part. I do odd jobs and help out with seasonal work like shovelling snow and raking leaves and mowing the campus lawns. Keeps college money circulating internally, keeps students fed. But, once I’ve got my doctorate, I plan to apply what I’m studying to the energy industry. With alteration magic, there’s millions of untapped ways to power Equestria and I plan to find them.”

She nods absently, and you realize she has been studying your shoes far more than your words. Twilight grips your arm and your eyes meet. She has a proud look, and you can’t help but smile. The urge to kiss her is monumental. “Hmm yes, sounds like you have quite an interesting path,” Twilight’s friend replies. “Now, do you shine these yourself? They are in quite good condition.”

“Yes, most of the time. I had my ex-guard buddy give them the spit shine this time, though.”

“And this suit isn’t the same one from earlier, is it, Tyler?” Twilight asks, stroking the fabric.

“No, no this is my going out suit. You saw my business one.”

“I’d agree,” the purple-haired girl agreed. “Istallion-style, especially the shoulders. Naturally slim fitting, very alluring. The tie is a diagonal knot, no?”

“Oui,” you reply, glad she noticed the extra touch. “Not many people know anything beyond the half-windsor or pratt.”

“Please,” she began, studying your suit closely. “Tie knots are male fashion 101. I wonder if I can nail down just who designed this three piece. Canterlot, canterlot, Istallion, silk tie-” she snapped her fingers. “Threadcount! Oh, he’s such a genius when it comes to suiting up men. It’s one of his, is it not?”

“Oui it is,” you say in disbelief. “Okay, now I’m impressed, miss…”

“What, did I miss something?” she blurts rather unladylike.

“You didn’t introduce yourself,” Twilight whispered behind a hand. That made the woman nearly jump out of her skirt and blush red.

“Oh my stars! I do apologize, I am Rarity. It is wonderful, just wonderful to meet you at last, Tyler.”

“Thank you, Rarity, that really means leaps and bounds, coming from such a beautiful woman.” You look down at Twilight, only to get another view of her rolled eyes. You wink at her, getting to see her rosy cheeks again.

“Is that everyone?” you ask, ready to leave.

Twilight lets you arm go and begins walking toward the last girl. “Almost. Fluttershy,” she says, standing near the girl behind the chair. “Fluttershy, do you want to meet him, too?”

She pokes her head out, then hides again. You hear her say something but it’s too quiet. Twilight lowers her voice, and you hope she’s being gentle and not secretive. Something she says sticks, because the girl behind the chair comes out. Her sweater shows she’s gifted, maybe even more so than Pinkie.

“U-um, hello,” she meekly says, hiding behind her hair. “P-please be nice to Twilight. If something were to happen to her, I, I don’t think that would be nice.” Her voice is so soft, it’s hard to make out.

“Don’t worry, Fluttershy,” Twilight says, holding her hand. “He’s really sweet. I promise. You’ve seen how he behaves under stress.” She had a tone of resentment in her voice, obviously annoyed her friends were being so critical.

Fluttershy pulls her hair back and looks into your eyes with hers, teal. They’re soft, but something about them demands obedience, and not just from pity.

“Okay, girls. We’re going to dinner, now. We’re leaving, we are egressing,” Twilight continued on, stepping towards the door, taking you with her, almost like a hostage. “We’re going, we’re going…”

“Wait just a tic,” the blonde girl said lowly and seriously. You and Twilight stop, and the other girls, smiling, traverse deeper into the castle with a tone of importance. You think you see Pinkie gesture with both hands above her head, like showing how big a fish she caught was, hands wider than her shoulders.

Twilight sighs and leans back on her own feet, her grip on your hand tightening. “AJ, we talked about this.”

“I know,” she said, her southern drawl bordering on caricatural. “But I remember you talkin’ about this snake a few years back at RD’s birthday party. What’s ta say you ain’t gonna up and leave Twilight here with a broken heart again?”

“AJ,” Twilight began. “I left him, we talked-”

“I know what we talked about, and he can speak for himself. Answer the question, squirt.”

You take a breath and look over the blonde girl, AJ, and look to Twilight. “I’m not a student anymore, not entirely. I’m a grown man. I was stuck in Canterlot devoted to work there, but now that I’m pursuing my own, I’ve got freedom. I’m free to choose to pursue what makes me happy. Twilight Sparkle makes me happy, happier than I’ve ever been. I like to think I’m pretty smart, but I can’t think of one reason to screw that up. Can you?”

AJ looked nearly hurt, but she smiled anyway. Twilight squeezed your hand tighter than ever. A few seconds passed, the strong, curvy girl in a tight plaid shirt studying your face. You do your best not to smirk or smile or show any emotion.

At last, she looks down and nods. “Alright, then. Tyler,” she says, gripping your shoulder painfully hard, barely reaching up to do so. “I know ways to make you hurt and I’ve got kin who can do it better than me. And if you even think of hurting our Twilight, I’m gonna learn you every single one.”

What was there to say to that? You grab AJ’s hand on your shoulder and grip it firmly. “You have nothing to worry about.”

AJ turned away quickly. “Good,” she said over her shoulder, standing still for just a second. “Good.”

With that, she left.

Twilight groaned deep the second the door shut behind her friend's tight denim. “Finally. Sorry. Applejack gets a little protective sometimes, especially during cider season. Come on, let’s go before Rarity decides to dye your hair a new color.”

"I like it," you tell Twilight as you unbuckle your seatbelt. "Thatch roof is a nice touch."

"Yeah," Twilight replies and steps out of her car and drops her keys in a small purse. "Mikal's is one of my favorite places to eat in Equestria. The food is so good, and they've won all sorts of awards for having the best beer."

You hold the door for her, and gladly notice her perfume again. “I think I’ll like it here just fine, Twi.”

Following close behind, you smile at the hostess, a somehow familiar girl. Was it the hair? “Two tonight?”

“Yes, miss,” Twilight answers, looking back at you with the cutest grin. You take her hand and smile back.

The hostess, who can’t be much out of high school, turns and beckons you with leather menus. “Right this way.” She seats you at a booth in a quiet corner of the restaurant. “This month we have domestics, of course, and Clop Top IPA on tap, and the beer list is on the last page of the menu. If you know what you’d like to drink, I’ll bring that right out for you.”

“IPA, please,” you reply without even looking at the menu.

Twilight seems to think on the matter, but declines for water. “IPA and water, coming right out. Berry will be with you shortly, she’s your waitress tonight. Enjoy your night!”

“Thanks,” the two of you reply.

Taking Twilights hand, you ignore the homely, foreign and festive decor for a more pleasing sight. You kiss her fingers gently and stare back into her eyes. “Twilight, how did I get so lucky?”

She smiles and rests her head on her other hand, leaning forward. “I’m no good with rhetorical questions, Tyler. As much as I want to make googly eyes with you, and believe me I do, why don’t we talk about something? Like, what kind of research you’re doing?”

You fix your slouch and look around the restaurant. “Well, for starters, I chose my majors and wrote about changing matter from one useless form and into a useful one, and that’s not new. The first alteration spells were exactly that: desperate survivors trying to relight burnt, wet wood in a cave. They transmuted the water’s oxygen into carbon and managed to light the log again, and they lived to tell the tale over a thousand years ago.

“Or so the story goes. So, it’s a mystery as to why the same technique, the same principle isn’t being applied to power plants and central heating.”

“Uh-huh,” Twilight replied, leaning forward some.

“So, I did my thesis on that, and basically hypothesised on the potential fuels that could be used in the effluent for my destruction major. I kept running into the same problem. What to do with the smoke, and how to capture it. I skirted the issue for the paper and got a ninety-seven for it, but I knew that was a real problem to tackle later.”

“Which you are?” Twilight asked, slipping out of her small black leather jacket.

You nod, watching her shoulders, bare, glow in the dim lamplight. “I was stuck on different filters and fan arrangements, but then I realized: why bother? Why not instead of taking burnt fuel like petroleum, and start experimenting with stuff batteries? Or even nuclear fuels?”

Twilight’s eyes, her beautiful purple eyes, widened at the thought. You continue, smiling despite yourself. “Batteries were tough. Anything to alter just the electromagnetic properties or nuclear properties and not both is tough.”

“I’ve never even tried.”

“There’s almost no reason to. Simply rejuvenating the soot of a coal plant could yield some recycling efficiency, but separating charges of a battery? Fusing heavy elements for fission, or fissioning lighter elements for-” You are interrupted by the lovely sound of glass landing gently on wooden tabletop. You lean back and see a lovely sight.

“Clop Top for the sir,” a much smoother female voice than before says. “And water for the miss. My name is Berry, I’ll be your server tonight. Have you two taken a look at our menu or would you like a minute?”

Twilight touches your hand reaching for the amber beer, the foamy head minimal and dissipating. “We haven’t even looked, sorry.”

“That’s fine,” Berry says, and you look up at her. Busty didn’t do the lady justice. “I’ll come by after a minute, take your time. Daily special is on the first page, Säsekase, my personal favorite.”

“Thanks, Berry,” Twilight says quickly, smiling. She was pretty to the point where it was distracting.

You grip her hand back and smile at your girlfriend. “Where were we?”

Twilight picks up her menu and opens it. “Right about the part where I’m actually pretty hungry. Let’s pick it up in just one teensy second, okay?”

A rumble reminds you of your hunger as well. “I forgot, sorry,” you laugh. “Get me talking about magic and I never want to stop.”

The first page of the simple menu shows appetizers, you think. The language is not Equestrian, that’s for sure. The descriptions are, thank Celestia. You glance over the fare, grateful for your student budget nothing is over thirty bits. “Kart of flen puffers. Space kaiser, sachair vom rind, or store fillet? They all look pretty good.”

Twilight giggles at your butchering. “Kartoffelpuffer, fancy mashed potatoes. Good, serving size is huge for me. If you’re hungry, that’s not a bad way to go.”

“I’ll defer to your expert opinion, Twi. What are you gonna get?” The way her hand pulls her hair behind her ear is adorable.

She hums, flips the page and reads on. Your mind buzzes with infuriatingly erotic and intimate ideas suddenly. Thoughts begin with massaging her bare shoulders. She doesn’t look up, hopefully not noticing. You let your mind wander as blood flows to the south pole. You stealthily aim your growing erection down your leg and undress Twilight with your eyes. Her blue top would be very sexy pulled up over her breasts to bunch up about her lickable collarbone. You use imagination to see through the table and undo her little purple belt and black bottom. The button and zipper open slowly, your hands cup Twilight’s tight, round, grown butt as they slip her pants down her squeeze-thirsty thighs. Your mouth waters as you toss her pants aside and kiss her legs. Slowly, you work up her hot skin to her-

“Tyler?” She asks, her foot gently brushes your calf.

You look up from her perfect, round breasts to her face, some blood rushing up to make yours red. “Hm?” you ask. “Miles away, Twi, sorry. See something you like?”

Twilight bites her tongue cutely and taps the side of her foot to your shin rhythmically. “Just a slice of hot beef.”

“Oh, the rind something?” you ask, looking over the front page again. “I’m a meat and potatoes kind of guy, I might just change my mind-ow!”

Twilight giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. “Come on, Tyler. I thought I was bad at flirting.”

You laugh with her. “Wow. Sorry, Twi.” You try to will some blood to flow away from your face, but it won’t, and you can tell from the heat that you’re blushing more than her. The worst part: your hard-on begins to fade. “The fastest way into my heart is through my stomach, but the fastest way into my bed is through my pants.”

Twilight laughed again and bit her tongue, her eyes dropped. “Wow,” she said softly. “I can’t believe you’re the same guy from years ago.”

You cock your head. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

The sexy princess flipped her hair with a hand. “What do you mean ‘what’s that supposed to mean’? You’ve grown a lot. A big strong man, with all this initiative and interest in the arcane, sharp dresser, future doctor, gosh.”

“I’ve changed?” you retort. “Princess. I don’t even think I need to go on, but you know I will.” You look her over and growl. “It’s like you went through another puberty, Twilight. I know that sounds weird. But just look at you. Your breasts are much larger than I remember, your hips, too. And you’re taller. You know, Celestia’s well over six feet, and she’s hauling what- double H cups?”

“Oh I know,” Twilight said, rolling her eyes, her cheeks thoroughly rosy. “I’ve been close with her for years. She’s the one who made me a princess, after all.”

You nod, resting your hand on hers and rubbing her leg with yours. “You don’t like the flattering, I know that. Can I still do it, but keep it in a journal or something? I just want to write epics about how beautiful and smart and talented and generous you are, Twilight. I, I’m sorry, I’ll stop.”

Twilight does something magical. She lifts your calloused hand and touches the palm to her cheek. “Thank you, Tyler. You’re so wonderful, too, I- I don’t even know how to express it. Thank you, thank you so much. Really,” she says, kissing your hand again, eyes wet. “It means the world to hear you say that, because I know you mean it. You can get blunt when you mean something. Remember that time, back at your dorm? We ordered pizza for us and your roommate and his buddy. When it took the driver an hour to find the campus, you tore him a new one.”

“Oh, I remember,” you reply, holding Twilight’s hand tight. “Celestia, I was such an asshole to that guy.”

Twilight laughed, and you did too. “School was so easy back then,” she sighed.

You nod and look at her. “I like this better.”

The princess opposite you looks absolutely kissable. You lean in a little, and she does too. Your smile fades just a little as you look at her full lips. Were they that large back then? You see her blink slowly, tasting her breath now. You shut your eyes, and-

“Make up your mind, Princess?”

You roll back into the booth and look up, your tie suddenly uncomfortable. “Um, yes, Berry,” Twilight says, all but fanning herself off. “Kartoffelpuffer für meine Freunde und das Späsekase für mich.”

“Sehr gut, Prinsessen-”

“Berry, bitte,” Twilight interrupted, smiling wide. “Sagt mir Twilight, oder frauline, oder Frau! Freunde sollten nicht gegenseitig solche Namen nennen. Ich bestehe darauf, bitte.”

“Es tut mir Leid, Twilight,” your waitress said, a little red. “So, eins Kartoffel, und eins Späsekase. Super! Noch etwas, anything else?”

“Um, just lessons, please,” you reply fixing your tie.

Berry laughs as Twilight quickly rolls her eyes. “After hours, I charge by the hour. Cash only, bitte.” The mauve-haired, curvy woman winks, then apologizes instantly with her body language. She probably made great tips with her cleavage and open demeanor. “Another beer?”

You look down and realize you barely took one drink. “Oh, no no, I barely touched it. Thanks, though.”

Twilight smiles, it was so precious. “Sehr gut, next time you’ll see me, I’ll have food for you. Tschüs bis dann, you two.”

“Auf wiedersehen, danke,” Twilight warmly replies, sitting back, her hands crossed between her legs. She probably didn’t know her breasts pressed together when she did that. More to indulge for now.

Berry left, and you return to Twilight, who sighs. “That’s getting old, huh, Twi?” you ask, resting your foot on the bench next to Twilight’s leg.

She grabbed the toe and wiggles your foot back and forth. “Yep. And it’s been nearly two years! It’s not like people don’t know I’m a princess.”

“Well,” you reply, “maybe that’s why. ‘Oh, the most beautiful woman in all of Equestria is here, Princess Twilight, bust out the good china.’”

Twilight giggles, dismissively pushing your foot around. Her hand reaches around and grabs your calf. “I suppose. The recognition is fine, but I don’t like being seen like some sort of celebrity. I’m not royalty, or, I guess I sort of am, now. Sheesh, I never asked for this.” Twilight buries her head in the crook of her elbow on the table.

You stroke her hair gently. “I can help,” you say quietly, seriously. Twilight rolls her head and looks up at you, her face questioning. You just wink, and she smiles, biting her lip.

The beautiful princess sits up and looks into your eyes again, not saying anything. You just stare at each other for a moment or two, not saying anything. There was endless flirting to do. You want to talk about transmutation and alteration magic more, but there is no rush.

A minute or so of quiet passes comfortably. The din of the restaurant remains steady and low, a few clinking dishes and murmurs of dinner conversation of happy strangers do not detract from the view.

Finally, you remember your beer and take a break from Twilight’s eyes to drink. She leans forward and rests her head on her hand, smiling so contently. The IPA is fruity and bright, delicious and strong. You take another gulp and burp behind your fist. “Scuse me,” you say, sipping again. “Mmm, that’s good! Want a drink?”

Twilight shakes her head, rocking back and forth on her hand. “No, thank you,” she says softly. “I don’t like beer, never really have.”

“Right, you like vodka, don’t you?”

Twilight giggles and nods, rubbing her cheek on her palm. “Gosh, how can you remember that night?” she asks, looking up in recollection. “I’ve never been so drunk.”

“You were the life of the party, until you had to pay your respects to the porcelain goddess.”

The princess and former college student flips her hair and sits upright. “Ugh, enough about vodka. Never again.”

“Twi, it’s been years, have you really never drank since then?”

“Well,” she starts. “A few times for special occasions. With Pinkie Pie, Tuesday’s a special occasion, though. No, really, for two months straight, she would use my library to throw random ‘Tuesday Appreciation Celebrations’.”

“She’s a real firecracker, huh?” you ask, taking another drink, slowing down to appreciate the drink and company.

Twilight nods again, smiling wide. “You said it. Pinkie’s pretty intense. But, it makes me appreciate a quiet night out that much more.” Her hand, the paint on her nails beginning to come off, moves to rest on yours. You cover it with your other. Her lips look kissable when they relax from her laughing smile to one of lovestruck content.

“You said it.”

Food came in no time, the smell distracting you from addicting eyes. “Cheese soup for miz friendship,” Berry interrupted gently, placing a hot bowl of delicious looking brew where Twilight’s arms had been. “And Kartoffeln for the sir. Anything else, you two?” she asks as the understanding chaperone that wants you to score some points in the game of love.

Twilight shakes her head, and you say: “No, thank you, ma’am.”

Berry smiles brightly and leaves to restock the bar with unimportant things. You look at Twilight and follow her gaze to dinner. Suddenly, you realize you are hungry, and open your napkin as you look over your plate. The inset did not do the entree justice. Freshly mashed potatoes concealed a spicy, hearty wealth of beef and flaky pastry sodden with mouth-watering broth. The side of brussel sprouts was a surprisingly happy accident. You carefully dive in, making every effort to keep your freshly pressed suit spotless.

When you look up from your first bites, you see Twilight stirring her meal, a delicious looking piece of pumpernickel laying on the edge of the bowl. “There a fly in it or something, Twi?” you ask, cornering some carrot peelings between reddish beef chunks.

She laughs and looks at you, fork in mouth. “No, my food looks great. Yours must have, too.”

You chew and nod, careful to not talk with your mouth full. “Sorry. I’m used to hurried lunches, and I suppose I forgot how hungry I was. Seriously, though, this stuff is fantastic. You gotta teach me some Germane so I can get this if I ever hop the pond. But,” you pause to swallow. “Why aren’t you eating?”

Twilight smiled, showing white teeth. “I’m sorry, I just got a little distracted by my thoughts.”

“They worth a penny to you?” you ask, scooping up some potatoes with the pastry.

The princess finally lifts a spoonful of soup to her mouth and gently blows over it. “I was thinking about how much you’ve changed, Tyler.” She sipped and savored her food, seeming to genuinely like it. “Mmm. I mean grown. As a person.”

“Likewise,” you counter, trying to slow down. The food was just too good.

She brushed her hair back and ate a little more, making you feel a bit more comfortable. “I was also thinking about just how much you’ve stayed the same, too.” Twilight giggled and gave a wink. “Some things should never change.”

“No questions here, Twi.” You grin and hope she’s talking about what you think she is. A few bites later, you decide to change the subject. “What do you think about my ideas, Twi? Which sounds the most interesting?”

“Well,” Twilight says, swallows. “Which do you think would be the most satisfying?”

You nod, returning her smile. “Taking trash and turning it into useable stuff sounds great, too; broken computers and electronics into mercury and gold and silver, rusted auto bodies into useful steel, radioactive magic waste into perfectly potent gems.”

Twilight ate another bite and nodded, smiling. “You’d be doing the world a favor with that. Is it hard?”

You nod again, looking into Twilight’s painfully gorgeous eyes. “Extremely. It’s a long process, but to get the biggest yield, it takes a lot of effort. When I tried to get the biggest load ever, I was sweating and out of breath after hours of concentration.”

“Oooh, tell me about it. Was it worth it?”

You grin wide. “You bet. I got gallons of stuff. It’s hot, though,” you continue, taking a sip of beer. The girl across from you is resting her chin on her hand again, biting her lip. She must love magic. It was her thing, after all. “I wonder why. I suppose just entropy involved in transmutation.”

“Mmhmmm,” she replied slowly. “I want to see that, feel it too.”

“Mercury is poisonous,” you counter. “Well, to the bare skin. I suppose if you wore gloves or something. Anyway, that type of thing takes too much effort I was burnt out for over a day after that.”

Twilight giggled. She is infatuated, or at least you hope so. “What other things are on your plate, Tyler?”

You take another drink and lick the foam from your lip. “Well, rejuvenating burnt cellulose isn’t too hard, actually. If there was a way to teach that to amature alterationists, that could have widespread benefits.”

“I like that,” Twilight says with a pondering tone. “Wood that you can use more than once? I’m sure everyone would enjoy what they could do with that. I know I would, my bedroom got pretty cold during the winter. Just think. I could have a cozy bedroom for weeks with one thick, hard hunk and stay in bed.”

“Exactly what I was thinking,” you say. “Home heating bills could disappear if we got people to revert to wood stoves. Offices and such, well, that’s a problem for a different engineer.”

She begins to touch your leg with her foot, her teeth biting her tongue. "Celestia, that's fascinating. You mentioned reactivating spent fuel, too, right?" Twilight asked, stirring her soup some, then taking a spoonful. “So you’re saying you’re able to increase things’ endurances?”

“Sure,” you reply, thinking. Never a dull question from Twilight Sparkle. “Recharging batteries, lead acid or lithium or whichever could be invaluable. Just think about space travel. Or submarine travel. That, combined with the aforementioned rejuvenation to restore nutrients to lab-light grown food could mean indefinite stays in a confined environment.”

Twilight visibly reacts. “Mmm,” she softly moans, distracting you from your meal. “And you’d always have energy,” she quietly agrees. “Fascinating. You know, I have actually studied some spells on that subject.”

You sip your beer and realize there’s just a gulp left. You finish that off and belch quietly. “Oh really?” You ask, intrigued. “We need to spend some time and discuss that in depth.”

Twilight nods. “I agree completely, Tyler,” she concurred, rubbing her foot along your leg again. “It may get long, and hard, but together, we’ll work out the kinks and the result will be satisfying.”

“One can only hope,” you reply quietly, leaning in a little further.

A check appears at the edge of the table during the time you undress Twilight with your eyes again. Some time passes with near silence, Twilight looking over you appraisingly, you eyeing her with high hopes.

Twilight finally picks up the receipt, but you stop her hand with yours. “Twilight,” you begin to protest. “I got it-”

“You’ve got student loans and mountains of other stresses. Let me help you out in both pages,” she replies, factually and intimately. You don’t feel ashamed at all: Twilight truly understands.

You subside, your reactive hand clasping more lovingly and gently. Twilight’s skin is soft as silk and pleasantly warm to the touch. “Of course, Twilight. Thank you. Thank you very much.”

Twilight giggles and pecks your cheek. “It’s the least I could do. You traveled all that way, and all. Do you have a hotel?” she asks, slapping the faux leather receipt book shut.

“I do, there’s a budget place on 6th avenue, right by the park.”

Twilight’s reaction again is visible. “No, no no,” she says shaking your head, clasping her hands around yours. “That’s the only bad part of town, I swear. Come on. There’s plenty of room in the castle. We’ll stay there tonight. It will be a million times better than that dump.”

You sit up and smile. Twilight needed another kiss. “Thanks! Wow, thank you so much, Twi.”

“After all,” she says, her eyes wandering. “You have been drinking. We can’t have you driving to that cop-infested area. I insist.”

“Alright!” you concede with overemphasis. “I’ll obey her royal cuteness.”

Twilight stomped her fists on the table, her face going red. Her smile betrayed her fury. “Tyler!” she hissed, poorly holding back laughter. “I swear! I know you know how I feel about the princess thing!”

You grab both her balled fists in your hands and firmly hold them down. “I know you know you’re a princess, and forgive me if I think highly of you for earning such a magnificent title befitting an intelligent, selfless, caring, virtuous woman. I mean every word, too, especially woman.”

Her rage turned into passion and embarrassment, a fascinating mixture. You consider for the first time that her heart is beating faster than yours. “Tyler,” she begins, but her voice is weak, serious. The princess of blushing pulls her top up, her eyes dropping to anything but your face. She looks up at last. “Do you real feel like that?” she asked softly, seriously.

You lean forward and peck her cheek. “I do.”

Twilight bit her lip and moaned softly, staring at your eyes. “Tyler,” she whispered, her beautiful purple eyes shimmering like oceans in the gentle light. “Tyler,” she repeats beaming. Twilight sniffs and wipes her eyes on a napkin, smearing her makeup some. You spring to help her; any excuse to touch her must be taken. She leans into the mild touch and blinks away the final tear. “Thank you.”

“You can thank me later, Twi.” You sit and hold her hand for a long time, a dozen minutes. It seems to pass in an instant, but eventually even the romantic, emotional moment is ruined by an anatomical certainty. “Come on, Twi.” You pick up your fork. “Let’s dig in at least a little while the food is warm. We can kiss and make up for lost time all we want tonight.”

“Will,” she corrects, smiling and picks up her spoon. “Let’s.”

You watch the princess taste her food and follow suit. You eat for a few minutes with zeal, cleaning your entire plate. Twilight is nearly finished when she subsides, leaving a few spoonfuls, hardly enough to take home. “Ready to go?” you ask, wanting deeply to take her.

She nods, and leaves her napkin on the table. “I can’t wait to get back to the castle,” she says, then rolls her eyes. “Gosh, that phrase still sounds so wrong. I don’t want to live at a castle, I want to live in a humble home just like everyone else.”

“Your home is a library, forgive me for failing to see that as humble.” You tap your foot against her leg. “Come on, Twilight. You have to realize you’re a princess sooner or later. Do you think less of the other princesses for living in a castle?”

Twilight shook her head.

“Then why would anyone else? So you’ve chosen to live out your role as the princess of friendship. You’re still Twi to me.”

She smiled and hid her face. “Tyler, you know me too well.”

You hold her hand and wave at Berry when she makes eye contact. You make a checkmark in the air, and she smiles and gives a thumbs up, heading to your table to pick it up. You kiss Twilight’s face before she turns around. Before your lips part, Berry is back to pick up the bill. Twilight blushes hard and fishes in her purse. You wink at the waitress who rolls her eyes and smiles. “How was the food, you two?” she asks.

“Wonderful,” Twilight replies, returning the smile as she brandishes a checkbook like a conductor’s baton. “I’m definitely a fan of the soup.”

“I’m glad to hear that. I’ll be right back,” she says, taking the receipt book and Twilight’s card.

You kiss Twilight’s lips the moment Berry leaves, eager to bury your tongue in her mouth, but resist the urge. “Oh, Twi,” you reply, looking into her eyes.

“Tyler,” she trails off, her beautiful, gorgeous, mesmerizing purple eyes holding yours captive. “You are too good.”

“You make me so horny it hurts,” you reply.

Her face becomes red instantly, her eyes going wide as the plates Berry just took away. “Tyler,” she says.

“S-sorry,” you reply, moving back. “It sort of just came o-” Twilight silences you with a kiss, her lips meet yours and her tongue slips between your lips. You moan and meet her, licking her tongue, only to have it retreat back into her retreating mouth.

Berry is back. “Here’s your check, lovebirds. Be safe tonight,” she says, mostly to the princess. Twilight largely ignores her.

Your renewed love signs the receipt and hastily returns her card to her checkbook. “Come on, my little lovebird. The princess needs you back at the castle.”

“Oooh! Oh! Here’s her car!”

“She’s coming back right on time!”

“I hope Twi dropped him’off, first.”

“I hope she’s okay.”

“Why wouldn’t she be?”

“Look! He’s here!”

“Oh, that suit! Still sexy, if you ask me.”

“Well, no one did, so keep it to yerself.”

“I like his suit.”

“It’s okay, I guess.”

“Ohmygosh! They’re talking at the door!”

“My, they seem friendly.”

“Where’s that boy puttin’ his stinkin’ hands?”

“Oh my…”

“Sheesh, use a little more tongue, why don’tcha?”

“Oh baby, I think Twilight might get lucky tonight.”

“I just hope his suit gets hung up properly instead of thrown aside like some cheap rag.”

“I just hope that boy uses a rubber.”

“I really hope he’s gentle.”

“I hope he’s hung.”

“Dash?”

“Rainbow, dear, his shoes were huge, even for his height..”

“Seriously, you girls can’t think bout nothin’ but his pecker?

“Honestly…”

“Nope.”

“Nope-eree!”

“AJ, you saw his shoes, right?”

“I saw ‘em!”

“Oh my…”

“She’s getting so laid tonight.”

“Wow, looks like he’s a good kisser.”

"You sure we're alone?"

"Tyler, for the third time, of course!" Twilight opens the door to the annex and throws you inside, laughing as the door closes behind her. "Come on, doctor, I need a check up."

You smile and make her come over with a finger. She brings her face to yours with her hands moaning and inhaling sharply. Your lips touch, her taste is delicious. Your hands slide down her back to her jacket and move up to her shoulders. You push Twilight back by her shoulders and slip the leather off, her hot skin feels fantastic on your fingers. She moans softly as your fingers slip under her soft, tight shirt.

"Mmm, Tyler," she whispers, her neck and shoulders drooping. Her signature bangs hung to the side as she breathed heavily, your hands making her large chest heave. "Tyler, it's been so fucking long. Touch me," she whispered. "I want you all over me, Tyler!" Her little voice was intense and thick with desire. You cup her warm, soft breasts. They're heavier than last time, and maybe firmer as well. You kiss her neck and suck while your big hands make Twilight moan louder. Her shirt lifts over the silk of your shirt's forearms, and you look down from her warm neck to Twilight's black lacy bra. You are pushed back suddenly.

"This needs to come off now," Twilight hums playfully and pushes the button of your jacket through the hole, then slides her hands up your chest and the jacket falls to the floor. You stop her from taking your tie off and slide her shirt up over her head, smiling as she giggles. Her little shirt falls as she rushes forward for a kiss. Her arms wrap around your neck, yours around her torso, fingers instantly unclasping her bra. She yelps into your lips, but doesn't pull away. She hums and pulls her bare breasts to your chest and squeals as you squeeze her, feeling them squish. She finally breaks away, soft lips leaving yours. Twilight looks up and smiles devilishly. She bites her lip and slowly she slides down to rest on her knees, kissing your white undershirt. She grabs your butt and works on your belt buckle with either hand, you loosen your tie and take that off. Your core flexes as her fingers touch the muscles of your groin.

"Oooh," Twilight cooes, biting her lip. "I forgot how ticklish you were right, -here!"

You grunt and double over, reflexively holding Twilight's head to your lap. She screams and hugs your hips tight, trying to tickle with her cheek and succeeding in merely rubbing her face in your lower lap.

Twilight giggles and kisses your pubic muscles. She undoes your pants and drops them. She's biting her lip as she goes cross-eyed staring at the bulge aimed down your left leg. The topless princess pulls down your waistband, your erect penis stands up tall, the flared head bobbing at first with long arcs from rebounding, then jolting up and down with your heartbeat. Twilight's eyes pop wide open, her jaw drops with a great smile. She beams and touches the bulging cum-pipe along the underside so gently. "Look at that," she whispers. "I think it's bigger than I remember..."

Twilight trails off, inspecting your cock with her eyes and fingers, gently lifting and touching your forcefully throbbing organ. You unbutton your shirt and drop it aside. You let your white undershirt fall to the floor, too. Twilight catches your eyes and kisses the bell end, instantly melting in a closed-eye grin. She dives into the pleasure of your dick in her lips, kissing along the shaft, humming and holding your hair-free testicles. Both her hands stroke and hold your throbbing cock, loving and refamiliaraizing themselves with it. Twilight looks up often with those generous, gorgeous eyes of hers. You smile back down at her and groan as her lips wrap around a few inches of your thick cock. Twilight shuts her eyes and sucks hard, pulling back. You look to the ceiling and moan, the tingling, sharp sensations of pleasure rocking you. “Twilight,” you groan, looking back down.

“I can’t believe how much I missed this,” she says lightly, giggling, then goes back to rolling her tongue along the outside. For such a pretty, innocent looking girl, Twilight was unashamed to use her talents behind closed doors.

Twilight looks up and takes your cockhead into her mouth, cupping one of her large breasts. She moans and takes four inches or so into her hot mouth, sucking, the softness of her tongue pressing forcefully into the underside of your dick. She pulls her head back, her hair, still somewhat styled, falls around her face messily. She tosses her head around, your dick still in her mouth, and winks up as she goes down for another mouthful of hard dick. You rest your hand on her head, making her smile girlishly. She shows off her tongue, then goes down, sucking wetly, slurping up all her drool without an ounce of shame. Twilight goes down as far as she can, encouraged by your hand. She gags, but your head still presses into her throat. You hear her swallow, your dick slides down further, but the sharp angle your erection takes makes it uncomfortable.

Twilight pushes off and gags and coughs, both hands stroking your cock. She catches her breath and rushes forward to kiss the base and rub the spitty shaft with both hands and her cheek. “Oh fuck yes,” she groans. “I’m so wet, Tyler. What do you want me to do to you? Want to cum? I’ll swallow all of it, I swear.”

“You’re so eager, Twi,” you reply low and slow, gripping her head by her hair and thrusting your cock, stroking the bulging underside along her nose. Her eyes cross and stare at the rod on her face, then up at your eyes.

She smiles, kissing your dick and pressing it into her face with her hands. “I’ve never been this horny,” she admits, a little more calm. “I don’t know what it is, maybe it’s just been a while.”

You pull your hips back and let Twilight suck you off more. “Maybe. Could be anything from my cock on your face to a lack of sex.”

“Both,” Twilight agrees quickly and hugs your body closer, nuzzling her face into your lap.

You pull her head back forcefully by her hair, getting a surprised squeak. “Let me do you, Twilight.” She begins to smile and move for you, but you pull her up to her feet quickly and pluck her up in your arms by her hot thighs. Twilight groans and wraps her legs tightly around your waist as you bury your face in her neck and walk her to the table. You drop her down round ass first onto the smooth reading table and get down on your knees, quickly kissing down her hot body. Twilight coos something like praise and lays back, spreading her legs. You unbutton her pants and pull them off.

Twilight throws her head back, her big breasts lifting into the air as she arches her back. She is wearing light lavender silk panties, wet around a cameltoe. You kiss the hem, feeling the smoothness of her waxed pubis. You pull her panties aside and moan, her labia is soaked. You hold her thigh in one hand, thumb squeezing her, pulling her lips apart. “Tyler,” she sighs, short of breath. It takes restraint to not dive in tongue first. You kiss the hot, damp skin on either side of her vagina, not a single hair is there. She was expecting this. You lick along the hot lines of her skin as it folds and bends around her muscles and curves. Her legs are impossibly hot and her thighs are so well shaped and toned, her ass is prominent, even laying right on it. You drape either leg over your shoulders and hover your lips over hers, breathing deeply, tasting her pussy without placing your tongue on her. A long missed taste, Twilight’s flavor hasn’t changed.

You touch your tongue to her lower, outer labia, nothing more than a glance, but Twilight grabs your short hair anyway. “Ah!” she moans, her heels digging into your back. You smile wide and lick around her puffy, pink labia. You stare up at Twilight’s body and kiss her lips, causing her to flex and moan and move her limbs around. Softly, you lick Twilight’s labia majora, tasting her more thoroughly as you dive your tongue deeper to her minora. The lighter pink lips are much more sensitive, and she is holding your head in both hands, watching closely with her big purple eyes. You look right back at her, playfully beginning to eat her out in complete seriousness.

Your tongue flicks her clit hard without warning, causing Twilight’s thighs to clamp around your face. She almost boxes your ears in her jolting reflex, but your jaw barely saves you serious pain. Still, having her hot, smooth, now slightly wet thigh put serious pressure on one eardrum is far from pleasant. You wrap your hands around her thighs and hold them down instinctively and dive your tongue in. You drag it up and down quickly, moaning and caressing her outer lips with your breath. Twilight’s fingers tangle in your hair and her shoulders shake, she throws back her head as she screams.

Deliberately, you continue. Twilight’s clitoris is exceptionally sensitive, causing her whole body to twitch the first dozen times you give it a nice flick of the tongue. You dive your tongue inside not for pleasure, that’s just inefficient, but to feel her heat and taste her inside. Twilight’s copper-ish taste is hotter and stronger, but sweeter. She moans aloud, and you begin to take her home.

She reacts to the next phase exactly as planned. Twilight's throat closes up and her entire body goes stiff as you rapidly drag your tongue back and forth laterally across her labia. You move your head left, right, left, right, faster and faster, flicking and sucking her clitoris hard but briefly. She begins to shake, convulse, smile and look down, only to cross her eyes and flop back, her strong abs flex and cute breasts bounce. Twilight is weakly crying out in pleasure, then she begins to rapidly shriek. She wrenches your head harder into her vagina with both hands and you give her everything. You lap up her pussy like a bulldog, then go back and forth, up and down as fast and hard and deep as your tongue can.

TYLER!” She cries. “FUCK, AH! TYLER!” Twilight rides the razor’s edge for far too long before cumming, and you exert all your jaw, tongue, neck and shoulder muscles can before Twilight’s throat shuts again, her body convulsing violently. You use your strength and hold her still while you suck and lick her clit hard and fast, drawing out her orgasm. All of her body twitches convulses, her legs twitch and push and pull on your shoulders. You hold them tight until she tenses up, then relaxes her whole body again.

The princess goes limp at last on the table, laying on her side and cupping her pussy in one hand. “Tyler,” she pants, sweating slightly. “Were you always that fucking good?” she asks.

You kiss her thigh and stand up. “Does it matter?” you ask, touching her body. “I’ve watched films and read books on female anatomy, Twilight. I’m no doctor, but I like to think I know enough to get you off. I’m glad that you liked it so much.” You place a knee on the table, your throbbing cock touching her ass. You bend over Twilight’s sexy, curvy, ready body and kiss up her neck. You suck her earlobe gently and cup one of her squished breasts. “How ‘bout a kiss?” you ask, letting your breath grace her nose. She turns her head away, her nose scrunching up adorably.

Twilight shakes her head and pushes your face back. “Ew!” she exclaims, pushing you off her and sitting up. “Okay, do all girls smell like that?”

You shrug and straighten your back, holding your cock by the base as Twilight rests on her hands. “I’ve only ever had one other girlfriend, and that was in elementary school. You’ve never smelled your finger after masturbating?”

Twilight chortles, rolling her eyes. She shakes her head. “No, it’s gross!” Twilight laughs, taking a second to touch her lips and smell. “Is, is that healthy?”

You nod. “Of course. It’s just the way women smell, is all, sort of like copper and fish or something.”

“And you like it?”

“Love it. Because I love everything about you.”

Twilight bites her lips again, her shoulders lifting higher. “I love you, too,” she says. “Just, don’t expect a kiss.”

You share a short, awkward laugh, and you find yourself lost in her eyes. You collect yourself quickly and place both hands on her knees. “Likewise, cocksucker. Let’s fuck.”

“I hope you mean that in a good way, cuntlicker.”

“You’ve got a dirty mouth on you.”

“Yours smells worse!”

You spread Twilight’s legs wide, lifting her knees up into the air. Tossing Twilight around like a slampiece is fun, but you can’t keep it up for long. She lays back and relaxes for you, and there’s nothing to do but warm up your cock with her pussy lips. Twilight moans and watches you slip your cock around in her labia, sharply inhaling as you slap her clit lightly with the thick, heavy organ.

Your eyes are glued to Twilight’s vagina. She spreads herself around your dick, a skin-tight seal wetly accepting you inside. Twilight gasps and holds her breath, her hot walls sucking you inside. Twilight’s head falls as she is overloaded with your cock. You can’t get enough, but go slow. Twilight should feel every inch.

It takes decades, but you’re fully in her, dickhead pressing forcefully into her cervix when her lips touch your hips. You massage Twilight’s thighs and slowly draw back, groaning with pleasure. Twilight sharply inhales as you dive in again, poking her womb. She touches her belly and smiles up at you. “Nice and slow, Tyler,” she whispers. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Twilight. You feel amazing. You’re right, it’s been too long.”

Twilight smiles wide. “Can, can you do me standing? Like our first time?”

You nod your head, looking into her eyes for another moment. “Yeah, yeah let me…” You bend over and kiss her cheek, holding her face to your neck. You scoop Twilight up, hands on her ass and the small of her back. You stand up slowly, feeling her heels dig into your back, your cock still deep inside her.

Twilight is not shy about letting you hold her entire weight. She giggles playfully into your ear, rubbing her cheek into your shoulder affectionately, then leaning back. You pick her up by her tight ass and stroke your cock with her whole body. “Mmm, that’s good, Twilight. That’s thoroughly good.”

Her cute face screws up in pleasure, lips and nose screwing up into random shapes as your cock pushes harder than ever against her cervix. You pick up Twilight and drop her harder and faster, cock throbbing. You flex your groin muscles and make Twilight gasp, feeling your cock flex inside her. “Ah,” Twilight sighs and goes limp in your arms. You fuck her body harder and faster, treating her like a sex toy. Your arms begin to burn, you breath deep and buck your hips, lifting her up and down on your dick.

“Fuck me,” Twilight whispers in your ear. “It feels so good, just bang me, ah, as deep and hard as you can, Tyler. All I want is to make you feel good.” Twilight’s hands grab your hair and pull your face into shoulder. You bite her gently and grunt low, widening your stance and forcefully slamming your hips against hers. Twilight screams, but laughs in bliss. “Yes!” she calls out, her back arching as you lay into her faster. Her pussy slides around your long cock, sucking it, the sensation is the best feeling in the world.

You live in her bliss for a short time before your pleasure begins to peak. “Ah, Twi,” you grunt, forcefully fucking her supple body. “I’m starting to get close.”

“That’s good!” Twilight squeeks, body bouncing on your cock. She moans lets herself rebound again and again on your cock. She uses her feet and legs wrapped around you to spring up and down more rapidly. Somehow, the slight change causes the most intense pleasure to grow.

“Twi!” You arch your back as well, and your faces meet again. “I’m going to cum, where should I?” you ask, panting, sweat rolling down your back in small drips.

Twilight holds your deltoids with extended arms, breasts jiggling as your dick sends her skyward. “I want it i-” Twilight’s shoulders tense up and her eyes shut, biting her lip. “Mmm, in my mouth,” she moans. You rush to lay her down and pull out, your balls drawn up already. Twilight touches her reddenned pussy lips and strokes her clitoris rapidly as you aim your wet cock at her lips. She shuts her eyes and puts your cock in her mouth, moaning. Your ab muscles convulse and you double over, cumming. Your dick pumps rapid, long bursts of sperm into Twilight’s drooling mouth. She coughs and rolls her head to the side, but you’re not done. You take over, stroking quick, and finish off another series of spurts on her cheek. The lion’s share drips down onto her messy hair. Twilight holds her throat and coughs in distress, and you finally have enough self control to lift her head and body upright.

“Easy, easy,” you say, holding her from behind. Cum gets on your side from her long hair, but that’s the last thing on your mind. “Are you alright?” you ask, holding her as she coughs.

Twilight nods, holding her throat. “Wrong pipe,” she hacks, holding a fist to her lips. She swallows and coughs again, but she seems fine. You kiss her clean cheek and hold her, sort of spooning as you sit nude on the table.

“Sorry,” you reply, rubbing her tummy. “I should have gone a little slo-”

Twilight shuts you up with a kiss. You want to push her off and complain about the swapping of DNA, but she backs off before you can. “There. Now you know what it’s like to have the flavor of your gentials forced in your mouth.”

As nasty as a premonition you had about the same, you can’t complain. The taste is rather neutral compared to Twilight’s delicious pussy. You shrug. “Aside from not being able to say I don’t know what cum tastes like, I don’t regret it.” You surprise her with another kiss, and Twilight melts in your embrace. You lay her down on the table and rest your body on hers. She holds your face to hers, tongue slipping in your lips. You slide your leg between hers and gently massage her womanhood with your thigh, your sticky cock half-hard against her belly. Twilight's hands explore your back, she moans into your mouth.

She pushes your face gently back with a sticky hand. “Tyler,” she whispers, smiling wide. “My little romantic fantasy was a lot more messy than I thought it’d be.”

You think about how sticky you feel all over, her juices and your load randomly contaminating your skin and hers and the table. “Yeah,” you nod, smiling back at her adorable face. “It was fun, though,” you reply. “I love you, Twilight.”

She smiles, face cherry red. “I love you, too.” She kisses you deeply.

You touch her body some before getting up. The room is a mess, clothes strewn everywhere, the two of you splattered with each other’s physical love, the air is rank with sex. You inhale deep and sigh, appreciating the warmth the high-point and thermodynamics gives. The air is stuffy, but you appreciate how it makes Twilight sweat just a little, not enough to really stink but enough to make her skin slick. You sit against a bookcase and hold her in your lap, kissing and whispering to her ear. Her beautiful body gyrates into yours, her hot thighs resting on your legs. She touches them, and your arms as they wrap around her. “What about a talisman?”

“Huh?”

“Talismans,” Twilight repeats, turning to face you in your lap. “Just like magic gems, but they work on their own magical energy, not applied magic. Sort of like magic amulets, but instead of amplifying the wearer’s magic, they take an initial charge and use that to produce things like water, or heat, or anything, really.”

You blink and bring your brain back from thinking of ways to fuck Twilight to actual logic. “Wait, talismans?”

Twilight nods, rubbing her cheek into your chest. “Yeah. I’ve got a book somewhere…” trails off, pulling big hardbacks out of the shelves with magic. A dozen come down to float in front of her face, then go back like on an assembly line. “No, no, no, where’s the one with talismans?” Twilight checks another shelf, then another, then another, then another. She smiles as she skims twenty or so books, only to put them all back. You kiss her cheek and touch her round ass, squeezing it tight as she looks through the bookcase you lean against now.

“Here,” she says. “This should help you out with your doctorate,” she says, moaning softly as you kiss her neck tenderly. “Mmm, Tyler, you’re making it hard to think.”

“We can read that in a minute,” you say, reaching down to adjust your stiffening cock unashamedly. “Let’s cuddlefuck, just a little.”

Twilight smiles and turns in your lap, laughing softly as you hold her big breasts from behind. “We can take the party to my bed if you want. I’m a little sleepy after the long day, anyway.”

“Since we’re home alone, we should walk there naked,” you whisper into her ear, both hands firmly massaging her boobs. “Twilight, you’re so gorgeous, I just want to touch you forever.”

The princess touches your penis, pulling it to her hot lips. She pats the underside, pressing it into her pussy. “That would be hot,” she replies, then giggled. “But the castle’s a big place, and-”

You lick her earlobe and cause her to gasp. “So what?” you whisper in her ear. “It’s your castle.”

“Or I could wear your shirt.” Twilight cradles your testicles with her other hand, rolling them back and forth.

You squeeze her big tits and suck on her neck. “That’d be cute,” you breathe over her shoulder, watching Twilight's heavy, warm, soft breasts squish in your fingers. You gently pinch her hard nipples.

“Ah,” Twilight tugs gently on your shaft, watching it between her legs. “Tyler,” she whispers. “C-can you do me a favor?”

“Anything,” you reply, lips in her ear.

Twilight leans back and grabs your thigh hard. “Next time you cum, I want to try swallowing it again.”

“We can definitely do that,” you reply, licking her ear. You buck your hips, Twilight’s hand was starting to feel incredible.

She lays her body back fully against yours, doing nothing but watching your dick throb in her hand. “You just, it was so sudden and so much,” she said. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get it all down.”

“Don’t be, Twi,” you whisper in her ear, holding her body tight by pressing your forearms into her torso as you pinch harder, making Twilight tense up. “We can work on that all night if we have to.”

“Tyler!”

You let go and apologize to her nipples by placing your palms flat against them. “But really,” softly still. “It doesn’t matter if you can do every page of the Zebra Sutra expertly, Twilight. Half the fun is figuring out things by ourselves, right? And besides,” you say, kissing her neck. “Now we have some great time to get a head start.”

Twilight leans back into your embrace and touches the tip of your cock with her fingers, leaning her head back and resting it on yours. “Ah, Tyler, I’ve got a little book for us to read in my room that I’ll think you like.” Twilight playfully squeezes the tip, playing with the bead of precum as it coats her fingertip. “Come on, then. Let’s go do it,” Twi says, rolling her hips back as she gets to her knees, slowly standing up, pushing herself into you. You slide your hands over her soft, slightly sweaty skin, touching her wide hips and round butt.

Twilight stands, bent over, looking over her shoulder, biting her lip as she sees you behind her, rod stiff and aimed at her. She looks down at it and wiggles her big ass back and forth. You pull yourself to her behind and tease her slit, stroking her lips. Your cockhead is rewetted by the juices. You slip in easily, groaning with Twilight in harmony. You smile and look at her, sliding in fully. Twilight’s head dips, she touches her belly and arches her shoulders down. The sight is incredible. She rests her hands on her knees and leans back into you. Slowly, you gently stroke all the way in and out, coating all of your dick with royalty.

"We're never going to get to the bed at this rate,” Twilight giggles over her shoulder, craning her neck and pulling her long hair back to look at you.

You pull Twilight’s wide ass hard into your lap and slap your hips against hers, pushing against her cervix. “Not with that attitude, we won’t, Twilight.”

Teeth gritting and eyes going back into her skull, Twilight’s weight shifts forward so much that she begins to fall. You bend down and grab her arms, but she’s so front heavy you have to haul her back rather roughly to keep her royal face from smacking the floor.

“Sorry!” you blurt, pulling hard on her arms. You jerk Twilight back quickly and catch her in a tight embrace. “Did that hurt your shoulders?” you ask, rubbing them from behind, cock still hard deep inside her.

Twilight nods, moving them around. “Did I pass out?” she asks, leaning back, her back arched so her pussy take your dick. “You rammed me so hard, it felt so good, next thing I know I’m being fucked with my arms behind my back.”

“It was just for a split second, I swear,” you reply, making short thrusts into and out of her tight twat. You touch her breasts some more.

The princess bend over a little again. “Mmm, about that bed? Why don’t we go now before we pass out?”

You keep gyrating your hips, she feels too good. “I don’t know, Twi. This feels amazing.”

“Mmm, you’re right,” Twilight moans, pushing back against you, spreading her stance a little. “But just think about all the ways we can do it on my big, bouncy bed.”

All you do to reply is push your hard cock in fully, then draw it out, pulling an audible response from both ends of the princess. “Ah!” she moans, nearly covering up the wet noise of her pussy closing again. “Come on,” she says, balancing herself and breathing rapidly. You grab your shirt for her, Twilight looks like she’s having trouble standing, leaning against the table heavily.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” you ask, dressing her, not out of necessity but a desire to touch Twilight must not go unfulfilled.

She nods, pulling her hair out of her eyes. “Mmhmm, just a little unsteady after you fucking my brains out. Let’s go get horizontal, sweetie.” Twilight pulls you in for a kiss tongue-first. You shove your tongue into her mouth in retaliation, grabbing the first body part your hands come in contact with. You squeeze Twilight’s thighs firmly, stroking the hot skin, sucking on her tongue now. You break away and stand back. Twilight’s red face turns down to gaze at your cock, dancing with your heartbeat, throbbing strong enough to visibly bounce. “Holy… does that hurt?”

“Only when you’re not here to ride it.”

Twilight giggles and leans back on the table. “Mmm, why the hell are we in a hurry to get to the bed?” she asks, sitting on the table and spreading her legs. “You can bury that dick in me right here, right now.”

“You’re talking naughty, princess,” you tease, stepping between her knees. Unceremoniously, you pull her ass to the edge of the table and rest both hand on her knees, sliding your dick along her labia with your hips. “I love it.”

Twilight guides your head into her and throws her head back, sharply inhaling as it pierces her entrance. You can feel her wet walls spread around your hard cock, the stickiness quickly lubricating as it’s rewetted. You watch Twilight’s body tense up in its joints as you slide as deep as you can inside her. It feels better than any sensation you’ve experienced. Twilight’s vagina is tight, nearly painful, but not. It feels to wet and soft and hot to hurt. You thrust your hips around, purely pleasuring yourself with her; any good Twilight feels is a happy side effect.

She hooks her heels behind your butt and spreads her legs wide, resting on her elbows. “That feels so good,” she groans, looking down to your thick cock in her. You thrust a little harder, enough to make her whole body bounce. Twilight bites her lips and watches you closely.

Every few slow, hard, long thrusts, Twilight has to pull her purple hair back out of her face. It is long, longer that it was back in college. You tease her by going faster and harder when she does so. “Ah!” she cries out, hand reaching for her face stuck as her muscles seize up in pleasure. Her whole body is half stiff, including her wide grin. You hold her hips and use long, quick, less forceful thrusts. Her pussy slickly slides over every inch of your dick as you stroke in and out of her tight pussy. Twilight lays back fully, holding onto the sides of the table to her left and right. It’s creaking, but sturdy.

You speed up the long thrusts, now needing to breathe hard to keep it up. You can feel a little sweat on your skin, a bead rolls down your back. Your six-pack is hard, flexing to fill Twilight full of yourself. You grit your teeth and go as fast as you can, causing Twilight to squeak and stop breathing. You focus on her jiggling tits, your hips rapidly slamming into her hers. Her body is leaking as your balls stop swinging and start drawing up in your body. You take the easy cue and go harder instead, furiously ramming into Twilight. She breathes again, her lovely skin illuminated by the moonlight through the ceiling to floor window. Her body is laid back against the table, eyes between shut and open. You ram into her one last time, the pleasure almost impossible to ignore. One last thrust, and there’d be Sparkle juniors. You pull out, cum already beginning to drip from your dick, and place the fluid-drenched rod to her lips. Twilight’s waiting tongue presses into the underside of your cock, her gorgeous, smart eyes gazing up through her messy bangs at you, gratefully begging for your liquid love. She grimaces, but hard, long spurts of sperm leave her unphased. She gags and sucks her lips around your dickhead, moaning, closing her eyes and feeling you fill her mouth with cum.

You don’t say a word or grunt, you only hold your breath as you orgasm hard, likely one of the best you’ve had. The sex was, certainly.

Twilight cups your emptied sack and gently strokes your milky shaft, still bobbing as it throbs. She winks and shows her mouth to you. It’s full of white semen, pooled on either side of her tongue. She smiles and swirls her tongue around. You can’t help but groan at the incredibly hot, slutty behavior of the most beautiful princess. She shuts her eyes and tries to swallow, then again, succeeding. She grimaces and holds a hand to her throat, then looks up with a victorious grin. “There!” she sighs. “Delicious.”

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen, Twilight.” You help her up to her feet, touching her body all over, and you realize you are in a bit of a daze. The orgasm was pretty hard, and your erection remains strong. Twilight strokes it as she rests her head on your shoulder, her other hand hugging you. You hug her back, it’s hard to think.

“Come on, my stallion,” she whispers into your ear. “Let’s gather ourselves and our things and go to bed.”

“I’m not tired,” you reply, thirsty, your mouth is dry.

Twilight giggles and firmly squeezes your cock. “Good, neither am I.” She pinches your buttox and leaves you, hard and dumbstruck as she begins to pick up her clothes. You turn and begin picking up your pants, your suit jacket, your shoes and socks, your shirt-

Twilight grabs it at the same time. You look up and let her take it. She carefully sets her clothes down and slips your shirt on. “I read something about girls wearing guy’s shirts being cute,” she says, buttoning it down. “What do you think?”

The white cotton is loose, but her round breasts and stiff nipples stick out clearly. “Very,” you reply, admiring her body again. There was endless things to admire. You look her over exaggeratedly and growl. “I like.”

Twilight smiles and turns to the side, showcasing her body for you, cupping her breasts. “Thanks,” she says. “I like, too. The best part is how it smells like you.” She sniffs the collar and smiles.

You slip your underwear on, your stiff member pointing up as the waistband pins the head to your waist. You pull your pants up, button them, and leave the belt and zipper free. You carry your jacket over your shoulder and follow Twilight to the door.

“Follow me quickly,” she says. “Spike’s probably asleep, but you never know.”

Spike? You remember the little boy Twilight was tasked with caring for when she wasn’t at school. He was barely a year old, now he had to be, what, five?

Twilight pulls open the door. A flood of cold, fresh air washes over the two of you, making Twilight visibly draw inward. You place your jacket over her shoulders and get a roll of the eyes. “Come on,” she teases, drawing your jacket over her arms.

She leads you across the catwalk-like balcony to a more homely section. Still blue, the crystal living quarters are no less grand. You emerge from a staircase into a hall. One end is an open kitchen area, barely furnished with the most basic appliances. The cheap fridge seems out of place in a palace. Twilight whisks you down another way to a bedroom door with her symbol on it. She opens it swiftly, pulling it shut behind her hurriedly.

Twilight kisses your cheek and drops her things at the foot of the bed. “One second,” she says, then disappears into the bathroom. You realize that after cumming, you need to use it as well. So much for romance. You drop your pants in the same pile and rest in Twilight’s bed. This four-poster befit a princess, but not Twilight. She seemed the kind content with a comfy cot.

You look about the dim room. Moonlight flows into the room, bathing a small ottoman and a stack of thick books. You hop down onto the hard stone floor, your footsteps quieted by the rushing water of a sink running. You grab the top one and look at the title: Finding Celestia in You, the next Mysteries of Equestria’s Past, and the third, Zebra History. You reach for the fourth when as you move the third hardback to the side, a magazine slips from the pages to flop onto the cushion. You restack the books and pick up the magazine. It takes some angling to make out the title in the stylized font, but the cover looks like a simple, maybe religious piece of art. You make out “The Equestrian’s Zebra Sutra: a Guide to Intimacy”.

Naturally, you open to the dog-eared page towards the center. It shows a photograph of a muscled man’s back, supple thighs wrapped around his torso, a woman’s face on his shoulder. She’s having the time of her life, enjoying “Ascended Missionary”. The position is accompanied with a three-page explanation about the position, but it’s too dark to read anything but the title. The next bookmarked page is what looks like missionary, with the man standing and the woman laying on her side, legs closed. “Vixen’s Grip” looks like it could be particularly painful.

“Wanna try it?” Twilight says from the doorway. You look up, unashamedly holding her reading material. Her hip is cocked, her shoulder resting on the frame. Twilight’s big breasts are resting on her crossed arms, her hair is back in a ponytail.

You look down, and back up. “Doesn’t look hard.”

“That,” Twilight replies, pointing at your cock. “Does.” Twilight shoves herself off the frame to saunter to her bed. “C’mere, Tyler. We’re not done.”

You walk to the bed and hold Twilight’s breasts as she rolls onto her back, head dangling off the side. She smiles and sticks out her tongue to the tip of your stiffening member through the fabric of your underwear. You drop them to Twilight’s giggling glee. It hurts to get hard so much, but her lips feel so good. Twilight responds to you groping her breasts with both hands wrapping around your thighs, encouraging you. Slowly, you shuffle forward, standing a little straighter so she can suck more of you into her mouth.

Twilight’s legs shift as she moans and takes more into her mouth. She tries to accommodate more, moaning, sucking, her tongue extends out of her mouth to make room. You look down and watch in the darkness. She swallows, once, twice, then gags and cranes her neck. Your dick makes a defined bulge in her throat. Twilight touches it, swallows and gags wetly. She barely takes another inch or so. Her free hand zips to her womanhood and rapidly strokes her labia. She coughs and you pull your hips back. Twilight rubs her throat and pussy, then opens her mouth for you. “So hard-” she huffs before sucking deep down onto it. You breathe heavily as Twilight vivaciously fellates your cock. You bend down and take her heavy breasts in both hands. She moans on your stiffness, making the best vibrating feeling.

“Oh, Twi,” you groan. “That feels great. Keep humming like that.”

She does, stopping only to swallow your cock down her esophagus and pop the head out again. The princess hooks a hand around your hip and pulls you by the ass to fuck her face. She shakes her head and tries hard to take the whole length, stopping when she can’t breath. Twilight comes off for air, gagging noisily and coughing hard. “Gfuck!” Twilight rubs your cock furiously, stroking the underside with her lips and cheek. Twilight resumes rubbing her pussy as she sucks your dick sloppily.

She throats again, but cannot get nearly as deep down, taking maybe seven inches. “Sorry,” she hoarsely groans. “It just hurts too much, Tyler.”

“No, no,” you reply, holding her spitty face as she rolls over to sit up. “It was beyond amazing. Let me do you, baby.”

Twilight shakes her head, smirking devilishly as she lays on her back. She makes you come with one finger, and you climb up on the soft bed to straddle her chest. Twilight’s pretty purple eyes cross as she stares at the dick in her face. “It looks so fucking nice,” she says. “Really, the shape and the, um, the veins,” Twilight croaks, her voice hoarse. “Oh dammit. I knew I was going too hard.”

“It’s not that bad,” you reply, rubbing your drying cock over her cleavage. Her warm, soft breasts are too nice. “Besides, it felt so damn good.”

“Yeah, it did,” Twilight said, nostalgically gazing at the tip in your stroking hand. “It felt… so damn good.”

“I’m going to fuck your tits and cum in your mouth again,” you say to her as if it’s an order. Twilight’s eyes light up, her smile goes from ear to ear.

“Yes!” she croaks, coughing. “Yes, do that, I need some hot cum to soothe my throat, Tyler.”

“Spit on it,” you command, grabbing her gorgeous violet bangs firmly. She does, coating the whole head with plenty of hot saliva. You drag your head between her tits, and when they’re wet enough to fuck, you do so vigorously. Your testes, you realize, are still drawn up close. They must have been for some time, you reason. Forcefully, yet slowly and steadily you hump Twilight’s chest. Her bed creaks and both of your bodies bounce on the plush blankets. Her soft bed absorbs so much of the bounce, it’s something like fucking in quicksand. You go as fast as you can, Twilight’s beaming, holding her tongue out.

Twilight purses her lips and kisses your dick as it rocks forward rapidly. The soft, wet sensation makes your orgasm come much more quickly. “A-ah, Twi,” you moan. “I’m gonna cum, baby, open your mouth for me and show off your pretty tongue.”

Twilight’s eyes widen again as she obeys enthusiastically. “Ah! F-fuck!!” You feel your cock shoot without so much as a throb for a warning. Twilight squeaks, but keeps her composure, closing one eye as it’s latched shut with a thick line of cum. She quickly recovers and wraps her lips around your red head. Twilight looks up and moans as you cum, hard, grunting, sharply inhaling through your teeth.

Twilight gently moans more, stroking your abs with her hands, feeling as much as she can. Her soft lips come off your cock cleanly save for one cummy spit bridge. She smiles and shows off before swallowing another thick load. “Mmm,” she says, surprised by a little hiccup. “Wow,” she croaks with a giggle. “Talk about a midnight snack. You’re delicious, Tyler.”

“Thanks,” you say, kneeling over her. Finally, your spent manhood seems tired enough to be anything but rock-hard. “I think that’s all she wrote, at least for a little bit.”

“Oh,” Twilight says, her body visibly relaxing. You roll off of her and smile as she rests her head on your chest. “Mm, my pussy is sort of… sore,” she admits hoarsely. “So that’s good.”

“How is your throat. Twi?” you ask, stroking her hair, hugging her tight with your left arm as she nuzzles into your chest hair, sparse as it is.

Twilight hums, you feel her hand move up to touch her throat. “Not good, but definitely worth it. I loved that.” Twilight kisses your skin. “I never knew how much I missed you.”

You sigh and shift so that more of your body touches her. You remain silent, drunk on Twilight for some time, until shortly after that another bodily need demands you take your leave. “I don’t mean to ruin the moment, honey, but I need to use the bathroom.”

Twilight huffs and groans, wrapping her arms around you. “Mmmno, need you snuggle.”

You defy her adorable, sleepy, croakey attempt at binding you to her bed by rolling over on top. Twilight smiles as you kiss her forehead. You get up, finish your business quickly and shuffle back to Twilight’s bed, finding her tucked snuggly under the covers.

“Tired, Twi?” you ask, sliding in behind her. Twilight’s soft skin is hot and wonderful to touch. You do so as you pull her fantastic ass into your lap, pushing your half-hard dick into her butt. The princess stirs, but only moans childishly as she leans back into your embrace.

“Not fair,” she whispers and giggles, pushing back into your lap. “It actually hurts, Tyler,” she says, twisting her shoulders and looking back, cupping your face in her hand. “Are you sure we can’t take just a little break? You came four times already!”

“Anything for you, Twi.” You kiss her lips and embrace her tightly. “That doesn’t mean I’m not going to tease you, though.”

Twilight begins to struggle, until your thick cock slips between her legs, the head brushing by her warm, sticky clitoris. Her royal body shivers and tenses up, her butt muscles flex and squeeze the length. “That’s not fair!” she gripes without a voice. Twilight steals your hand, the one draped over her midsection, and she holds it to her cheek with both hands. “Tyler,” she sighs, mumbling about something as she goes still. You shut your eyes and relax, yet your enthusiastic wood does not relent. Your body relaxes completely save the sentient organ between four legs.

Absently, you gyrate your hips, just barely enough to feel it. Twilight’s legs and body gently flex and twist, her hot body moving just enough to mix up the covers. You lean your head back and relax, but your hips refuse to obey. You force yourself to stay still, but it’s like balancing on one leg. You hold still, mentally cuddlefucking Twilight silently. You open your eyes and watch Twilight’s head from behind. She’s still, just like you, but there’s some motion along your cock. You look in near pitch blackness and see something stirring around Twilight’s hip. You rest your hand on her butt, finding that she’s tense, her toned glutes flexing.

“Twi,” you whisper, thrusting forward and pulling your body to hers. “Maybe some light reading could calm us down?”

She sighs and rolls over to face you, apologizing to your manhood for taking away its warm, wet home by wrapping her fingers around it and gripping firmly. “Tyler,” she groans. Twilight swallows hard. “I’ll get something quick,” she whispers, then kisses you. “Don’t be too sexy while I’m gone.”

You lay your head back and masturbate openly as Twilight leaves, her wide hips and big butt begging to get treated rough. Twilight shuts the wooden door behind her, leaving you alone to breathe in the night air. You get up and look out the window over Ponyvile. Only a few stories off the ground, the rather humble bedroom inside the extravagant tree has a wonderful view of the field beyond. Bathed in blindingly bright moonlight, the field rolls along, grass sleeping soundly in the deep night. There’s no wind, yet no other noise. No cars drumming along, no horns blaring, no frat parties or dnb or people screaming. You open the window and listen closely to the still night. Not a sound. It’s serene, the milky field. Beyond is an ominous, important looking wood, but that’s not important tonight. The air is warm, refreshing. You leave the window open and turn to the opening door, your body silhouetted against the moon.

“Ah!” Twilight stifles a rough scream. She clutches her throat with her free hand, the other holding a heavy hardback. She gulps and shuts the door. “Startled me, you scary, big man.”

“You should be afraid, little princess. I am dangerous.”

Twilight eyes you up and down, smiling. She drops the book on the foot of the bed and feigns terror. “Please, don’t hurt me. Just take anything you want, I won’t stop you.” She giggles as you walk to her, her eyes drop to your stiff dick.

You take her head in your hand, gripping her hair hard. “I think I’ll take me a beautiful princess to bed.”

Twilight faints into your arms, smiling up as you hold her. “Be gentle, you cretin.”

“I know how to deal with little delicate flowers, my lady Twilight,” you reply, swooping her up in a barbarian’s carry, her ass sticking up in the air next to your face. She laughs hard, her sore throat makes it sound painful. You drop her unceremoniously onto the bed. You climb in after and nuzzle in behind her, grinning wide as she grinds her body up and down against yours.

“Tyler,” she whispers back over her shoulder. “If you want to…”

You aim your long cock down between her legs again, feeling much more wetness. Twilight places a hand on your hip, keeping you still as she gently strokes you with her wet pussy. Twilight moans hard, shoulders hunching in bliss. “Yes,” she whispers. “Oh my gosh, that feels so good. Right into my clit, yeah.”

“Doesn’t hurt?” you ask into her ear.

She nods her head. “Mm-hmm, but I’m still so horny.”

“I’ll be gentle.”

“You fucking will.” Twilight arcs her back hard, you touch her spine with your hand and watch with your hands as Twilight slides her ass back along you. Her wet pussy deflects up and over your shaft, getting the tip and the top drenched. She pulls forward and gently presses her ass back into your lap. The royal throat closes as your thick cockhead spreads her wide. Twilight keeps her hand on your hip and gently bounces on your head, soaking it before taking it again. Twilight moans, holding her throat, and takes a few inches. She winces, sucking in air through her teeth, but she moans anyway. Her wet walls are detailing your dickhead and the pleasure is insane. You feel a hard throb and she actually holds you down as your abs flex reflexively. She giggles quietly and pushes, groaning and grunting as she slowly bounces inch after hot, thick inch inside.

“Ah,” she drops her head to the pillow and rests, breathing shortly and shallowly.

You grab her butt with one hand and hold it tight. “That hurt, Twi?”

She nods. “I’m sorry, it feels good, but,”

“Don’t be sorry,” you say to her. “Don’t ever be sorry for being too sore or too tired. Your body is a temple, right? We should listen to it.”

"G-ah,” Twilight gingerly pulls your cock out and rolls over onto her stomach. “I just wish I could satisfy you, like you did me.”

“Well,” you reply, laying on top of her fantastic ass. “Vaginal is one of many types of sex, Twilight.”

“Tyler,” she giggles. “Come on, you can’t be- mn!”

She goes silent suddenly as you press a finger against her anus and gently prod. The hotness of her little back door is enticing. “I’ve never done anything back there, before.”

“Me neither,” you whisper in her ear, biting her earlobe. “I know it feels good, though.”

“I know,” Twilight moans. She tenses up as your middle finger penetrates dryly into her asshole up to and past the first knuckle. “It’s still kinda painful, though.”

“More than your pussy?” you ask, popping your finger out and sliding it back in. The heat is addicting. You slide in deeper, feeling the weird texture. Where the first inch of her pussy was the rougher labia and then a smooth bit followed by the ribbed heaven, her anus was much more smooth, yet dry. Her anus puckered and squeezed hard around the base of your finger as you gyrated it back and forth deep inside.

“Mmm, no, not really, but… Ah, try two, but, get them wet, please. NOT with my pussy!”

You laugh and hold her tight as you bring your dirty finger to your mouth. It’s clean, as far as your eyes can tell, but the odor is there. It’s not as off-putting as it should be. You suck your first, unsoiled digit and spit on the second, getting them drenched. You hold Twilight’s neck as you spread her ass with a thigh and massage her anus with your wet fingers. They slip in so much easier, it even feels hotter. “MMMmmm, that’s better,” Twilight moans into her pillow. You kiss her ear and slowly finger her ass.

“Ah, go, go a little harder and deeper. I can take it.” You do, letting go all shame about the taboo of anal. Twilight seems like she is begrudgingly enjoying it, unlike when her pussy was fucked earlier. She would scream that from a mountain, you know it, but this seemed more uncouth, savage, unclean, something not proper for pillow talk among her girlfriends.

Your two fingers are fully fucking her with all their length and thickness, rather forcefully and extremely quickly driving a new pleasure into Twilight, and a new lust into you. You shift your weight and kneel behind her, pulling her hips up off the bed with your free hand. Twilight smiles and moans as you push your fingers into her like a kid trying to get his quarters back from a bad arcade game.

“I’m going to put it in now, Twilight looks back, beaming, and nods. “Get that behemoth wet first, and go slow, baby. Why does this feel so good?”

“Anatomy,” you flatly answer, slapping your throbbing hard cock up into her pussy lips. “Probably something with the novelty of a new type of sex? The rush of breaking unspoken rules, some form of love, too, probably, and of course the fetish.”

“Shut up and fuck my ass, Tyler.”

You spread her pussy again, soaking the drying pussy fluids on your cock. You pull out before the princess can whine and pull your fingers out her asshole. Her anus gapes a little before flexing and closing. You spread her wide open with your dried out fingers and put your dripping cock to her entrance. It’s thicker than two fingers, but the wet tip slides in forcefully anyway. The tightness in unbelievable. Masturbating while gripping as hard as you can is triple-A league to this major . Twilight moans almost as loud as you do. You push your slick dick hard into her squeezing asshole, forcing her open. Twilight’s entire body shivers and tenses and screws up and resists, but she moans and begs for more. A drumming in your head drives you a few inches deeper into her new hole. It’s as if her entire body functioned to keep this part of her body as hot as possible, too. The heat is scalding, the wetness amplifying the transfer and sensation, too. You finally pump, and Twilight bites the pillow instead of screaming. You grab both hips and thrust, gently at first, but once the head forcefully slips in, it’s easy enough. It does take more force to move, the slickness isn’t as much as her vagina and she’s so much tighter. The heat and intimacy make your balls draw up already, the bulging, softer underside of your cock is pinched, just like the rest of your cock, at the base. “Mmm, this is fantastic, Twilight,” you groan. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”

“It hurts,” she croaks, but you don’t slow down. If she wanted you out, she’d get you out with magic, or something. “But I like it. Keep going, I want to feel you cum inside.”

It doesn't take more soft dirty talk to get you to finish. You pump her ass harder and deeper, her body bouncing as she accepts you in her back door. Your cock is throbbing so hard again, and you let it come this time. No holding back and then forcing it out as hard as you can, you just shove it in, all ten inches, and let yourself cum. Your balls draw up again and you shout nonsense, grunting, cumming hard. The orgasm is painful, anything after four always is. Still, it’s mind-numbing, and when you finish, you pull her body close and lay on your side, nose in her hair, spent fuel rod buried in her ass. She’s twitching just as much as you, and the feeling makes you laugh. Twilight reaches down between her legs and massages your empty balls.

She sighs. “Done yet?” she asks with a little laugh. “If you’re not, I might just have to make some coffee.”

“I love you, Twilight.”

She cups your testicles and turns to look at you over her shoulder. “I love you so much, Tyler.”

]She kisses you, gently sucking your lips before wincing and tightening up. “Ah!”

You pull out and wince yourself. Her muscles are much stronger back there, anyone’s would be. “That was loads of fun, huh?”

Twilight giggles and rolls over, laying on top and kissing you deeply. You reciprocate, your spent cock resting snugly betwixt your bellies. She slows to a stop over a long time and you rest with her, her warm body slowly and steadily breathing.

“I love you so much."

She doesn’t respond beyond nuzzling her face into your shoulder. You pull the covers, long since discarded, over her shoulders and shut your eyes for the last time that night. Sleep takes it’s sweet time to come, but you have no quarrel with spending more time with Twilight, digesting her new body, her new self.