In all of my eagerness to bring Swirly inside and, well, work my magic, I'd completely forgotten about the fact that Cadance was there taking care of Spike in my absence.

It was kinda awkward, to be honest. Fortunately, I'd become really good at lying.

Cadance's guards greeted us at the front door, and there was one other on the inside: my BBBFF. That didn't really surprise me after seeing the guards outside, but I think Swirly felt a little out-of-place, being my guest and all.

We found both Shining and Cadance up in Spike's room, something I was more than happy to furnish with all of his favorite things. The newest Superpony action figures, a little squid plushie he loved to stack in a pile with several other plushies of various animals like his own little cotton-stuffed hoard...I'm sure he would've had a hoard of comics too, if he were old enough to know how to read. I mean he was getting there, he could talk semi-coherently and he used some big words for his age, but still.

Currently, he was being held up in the air by a giggling Princess, both forehooves playfully pumping him up and down in the air while he laughed and stayed laying face-down atop them. Shining was standing between them and the door, off to the side so he could keep an eye on them as well as the room's entrance. I simply enjoyed Spike's laughter from the doorway, before remembering that I had a guest behind me. I quickly stepped inside and let her in.

Shining looked good in his armor, I had to admit. I didn't see him in it very often, and I totally expected him to look like a dork, but he really made it work! He was still a total dork, but I guess Cadance was into that sort of thing.

I'd caught them making googly-eyes at each other on several occasions when they thought I wasn't watching. I teased him about it incessantly whenever he was around. I wonder if I still have that wig from the last Nightmare Night I used to really mess with him? 'Oh Shining, my DARLING Knight! I cannot deny it any longer! Kiss me, you courageous brute!'

Then I threw my forelegs around his neck and he smacked me upside the head and knocked the wig off. Didn't stop him from blushing though~! Pretty sure Cadance was upset too, but she was blushing even harder than he was.

"Hey, Twily!" Shining said to me, that infectious smile of his sparking one on my face as well. "You're back early. What happened?"

It was at that moment he noticed Swirling Breeze. He knew who she was, he was the Captain of the Guard after all, it'd be a bit odd if he didn't know each of the Princess's attendants. Still, I could see the clear confusion on his face with her being there in the first place.

"Ah-heh...something embarrassing," I tried to say with as straight of a face as I could. "I kiiinda ran out of my suppressants, and then went to my scheduled time with the Princess without factoring in the withdrawal effects."

"She saluted the Princess." Swirly chimed in, much to my mortification.

It only took a few seconds for what Swirly was actually talking about to sink in for him, and shortly after, I could hear Cadance laughing with Spike on her belly. Spike took notice of me almost immediately once he no longer had Cadance's absolute attention, and he hopped off of her and started running over to me.

"Mama Twileh!" he called out to me, his little claws held out towards me, eager to be lifted up on my back.

I didn't deny him. Despite my embarrassment, my son's happiness came first at the moment, and instead of using my magic, I sat down, motioned him closer, and wrapped my forehooves around him when he got close enough. He squealed and flailed a little in my grip as I lifted him up high into the air.

Both Shining and Cadance were laughing at me now. Even Swirly was laughing a little, though I'm fairly sure that was because of my pouty-face rather than my predicament. She probably got her chuckles out when she went to pick up my suppressants.

I put Spike on my back, the little drake nuzzling into my mane and wrapping his short limbs around the sides of my neck. He was such an affectionate little guy, totally willing to give anyone a hug as long as they were nice to me. If they weren't, he tried putting those razor-sharp teeth of his to use.

It was a strange and recent development, one I'd had to take thorough steps to curb as best I could, and that included spankings. There were the more standard punishments, but sometimes he really got a bit of a temper in him, and I needed to make it clear that Mommy disapproved if taking his gems away for a time or removing his 'hoard' from his room didn't get the message across.

Apparently this was sort of a dragon thing, if the books Celestia gave me access to were telling the truth. Dragons could be brutish in how they kept their children in line, even to the point that if a child proved too unruly, they might just eat the poor thing. Obviously I'd never eat Spike, but I guess they have a habit of testing their place in the family hierarchy against each other. Lacking any brothers or sisters to test himself against, Spike's instincts had encouraged him to test himself against me.

I can guarantee that he's learning his place. I suppose the part that bothered me was that this sort of thing started at such an early age. Not to mention, it was kind of unnerving as a natural prey species to have a small dragon that's bitten a chunk or two out of me in the past just waddling up to me, bringing me books a few minutes later after I've practically shouted him down and used my magic to teach him a lesson. If I'm being honest, it felt absolutely awful the first few times, I felt like I was abusing a little puppy that didn't know not to bite at my fetlocks.

He actually roared at me a few times, and it legitimately unnerved me, even though it sounded more like a squeak than a roar. I think it was the shiny sharp teeth being bared at me. I just want him to get past this stage of his life so I don't have to worry about him biting a hole in my neck. He had at least learned that his teeth could really hurt me and other ponies, and he was a nice enough little dragon to stop trying to use them. I think his desire to not hurt anyone overrode his desire to fulfill his instincts. At least, that's what I'd like to believe as his Mother.

I'm sure I had a few scars under my fur from the bite marks he'd left in me those few times, but it was no big deal.

Ah, but I had more important things to be concerned about in that moment. For example, Cadance was still laughing at my misfortune.

"Ah-hah, oh my gosh, did you really Twilight?!" she asked, wiping a tear from one of her eyes with a hoof. "You gave my auntie a fifth-leg salute?!"

Oh sweet Celestia, she actually said that. I couldn't facehoof hard enough.

"Fith leg sahwoot!" I heard from my back.

Of all the things he could learn to say!

"Cadance!" I sharply barked, mostly in surprise and some small amount of amusement...you know, with a healthy dose of indignance. "Look what you did!"

I could hear Swirly snickering off to the side, remaining mostly quiet through all of this. My brother wasn't even trying to hide how much Spike's recent lesson in crude language amused him, and Spike was laughing right along with him, repeating it over and over.

"I'm going to enact my vengeance upon all of you, I swear." I muttered to myself, slowly shaking my head.

Cadance at least was apologetic, while Shining was on the floor laughing. Swirly quickly scolded him for his behavior, considering he was a Royal Guard. Not exactly proper for a guard to be rolling around on the floor in his armor. Actually, they're supposed to be stoic as fuck. He was failing miserably in that regard.

Once that was all over, they questioned why Swirly was there. The answer was simple of course, she'd just escorted me home after that understandably unnerving experience at the castle, and I invited her inside since she was given time off after she did what she was told.

Cadance gave us both a funny look, but she didn't say anything, she just went with it. I didn't bother to push the matter. I kinda had other possibilities on my mind, even with those suppressants in my system. Besides, it's not like I was lying! I fully planned to treat Swirly to some lunch, if she so desired.

Both Cadance and Shining left shortly after that. Really, Cadance did babysitting as a favor to myself as well as my brother, though I'm sure it's because she wanted the D he was hiding away. You know, if she didn't already get some of it already. She wasn't exactly what you'd expect from a Princess. She could be regal and kind and exactly what most would expect, but in reality, outside of that role she plays, she's eager to drink, have fun, party and get to know new ponies. Very easy to get close to if you know how to approach her.

Plus, Cadance was unique compared to Celestia. There were no historical documents about Celestia ascending, and she confirmed, whenever asked, that she was born as an alicorn. She was hesitant to talk about much else (like her parents, much to the consternation of every historian ever), so ponies just learned to kind of live in the now.

Cadance, however, was born a pegasus. No if's, and's or but's about that. Ponies had actually witnessed her mysteriously disappearing for what had seemed like no reason. There was only a mark in the ground in the shape of her cutie mark and nothing else. Then when she returned, descending from the sky, she was a reborn mare, and an alicorn to boot! Of course ponies wanted to know her secret, but she was just as confused and lost as they were. Then Celestia showed up and whisked her away to Canterlot. I think she was...I believe ten at the time? Somewhere around there.

Now it was just me, Swirly, and the adorable Spike nestled in atop my back, yawning and curling himself up to get more comfy. He sure did sleep a lot. Then again, most toddlers did. I had made sure to ask Cadance if Spike had eaten yet, and she said yes, so I supposed he just needed to settle in and doze off before I put him in his crib.

While he got comfy, I invited Swirly to the kitchen for something to drink. Nothing alcoholic of course, it wasn't even noon yet, and I was underage. Besides, I'm pretty sure my Father would geld me if I gave his whiskey to anyone, even an acquaintance from the castle.

Strange that my thoughts immediately jumped to tea before all of that. The Princess was influencing me more than I thought, it really seemed like it was all she drank when I was around.

"So! He's a cute little guy." I heard her say.

I glanced back at Spike and smiled, the sleepy dragon perking up a little when he realized he had someone's attention. As I'd taught him, he calmly lifted an arm and waved at Swirly, before closing his eyes and nestling her head more into the back of my mane.

"Yeah. He's had a rough patch recently, but he's calming down. Dragon instincts and such."

"Seems like he'd be a bit dangerous, what with those sharp teeth."

I bristled a little at that, but didn't let it get to me too much. "I've taught him what's acceptable and what isn't! He knows better than to bite ponies."

"Huh. Guessing you have some experience with those teeth?" she asked, looking around the kitchen for a moment.

Our kitchen was a really simple thing. Nothing about it particularly stood out, at least, not in comparison to the rest of the neighborhood's ridiculously-sized homes. Polished mahogany cabinets and cupboards lined the walls above marblestone countertops, with a single large refrigerator in the corner. Seriously, we had a ridiculous amount of counter space, what the fuck, was this designed to be a party house or something? Enough room to make food for forty or something? We even have one of those islands in there!

I moved over towards the island while my magic floated two cups out of one of the cupboards, while she sat on one of the stools. Couldn't really sit down myself because Spike was on my back, and his claws were being very clingy with my mane.

"Yeah, he's been a little terror here and there, but what can you do? Don't have any scars, he never bit me too hard, so I didn't let it get to me. I just had to be a bit more careful."

I avoided mentioning the rather heated shouting/roaring matches he and I got into...and the few times I swatted him around. Not really a buck or a kick mind you, more like a firm push with my hooves to make it clear how much stronger I was compared to him, but that didn't stop me from feeling absolutely awful about it. I just don't have that dragon mentality. I'm not a fan of abusing kids...even though some nobles think it's the only way to teach their spoiled brats discipline.

"Well that's good," she said, turning a little on her stool to face me better. "Bet he's gotten you a lot of attention with the nobility!"

"Kinda!" I exclaimed, motioning to the cups. "Anything you want to drink?"

"Juice?"

"Sure."

I reached over to the fridge with my magic and pulled out a half-empty bottle of apple juice, and poured both of us a glass. Personally I preferred the cider the Apple Family made, or perhaps the brandy one of their more entrepreneural family members manufactured exclusively with some fresh-picked apples from Apple Family orchards. Still, I suppose some juice was a decent substitute, given the situation.

"I mean, dragons are inherently vicious creatures, even at his age," I said, downing some of my juice. "He's given me quite a few problems. Dragons think and function very differently than us ponies do. For one, they usually hatch in a clutch, if they're well taken care of."

She shifted a little on her seat, taking a sip of her juice as well. "Oh? I recall reading a few things once he'd been hatched, mandatory reading from Celestia and all that, but only the essentials. What to do in emergencies, stuff like that."

"Mmmhmm. Problem is, since he has no siblings to quarrel with, he goes for me instead."

"Yeesh...yeah, sounds rough."

The light sound of snoring from my back made me smile, and I glanced back at the curled-up baby.

"Yeah, but he's mine, and I've learned to love him. Better outcome for him than it is for a lot of newborns," I muttered, setting my cup down. "In any case, I need to put this little guy to bed. It's about time for a nap."

"Alright! I'll just be right here," she told me, swirling her cup idly in her magic. "Take your time. I don't have a kid of my own, but I had to take care of my little sister a lot growing up. I know how it is."

I gave her a quick nod and headed upstairs, taking each step semi-slowly so I didn't jostle Spike around too much. It had become almost reflexive for me to cup his body with my magic when going up the stairs to make sure he didn't fall off. Sure, dragons were hardy creatures, but I still didn't want to drop him for any reason.

Another fun fact about dragons is that their scales are extremely magic-resistant. The first few times I tried to pick him up with my magic, my telekinetic grip just slid off of him like he was coated in oil, or something of equal or greater slippery consistency. A lot of unicorns didn't even have the arcane strength needed to get a good grip on him, my own Mother included. It made him the perfect option for exercising my horn, arguably better than any of the enchanted exercise equipment they have available for the Royal Guard.

He tends to enjoy being bobbed around in the air, though I have to make sure I don't make him sick. Advantage of young dragons: they don't get nauseous very easily, unlike newborn and young foals. Disadvantage: enough jostling can make them spontaneously throw up regardless. First time that happened, I had to go to the hospital to make sure I didn't get any crunched-up gem bits in my eyes. Yes, it's as disgusting as it sounds. I never saw it coming until he was suddenly gurgling, then spewing from over my head. He thought it was hilarious.

I turned on his night-light since his room lacked any proper windows and headed back to the kitchen downstairs. My hindleg protested going up and down the stairs, but it was something I'd just learned to deal with. I had my own painkiller prescription that I chose not to fill as often as I should. Proper daily exercise of the limb and some aspirin usually makes it tolerable. The pain sucks, but pain provides important context.

I took a brief moment to stop in the downstairs bathroom to get a couple aspirin before the ache got too bad, then headed back to the kitchen. She was sitting exactly where she'd been when I'd stepped out, but she'd undone her tie and laid it on the countertop along with unbuttoning her shirt. She dressed like a consummate professional much like myself, minus the pants, but she went for a more dark blue color to contrast with her natural, lighter fur and mane colors.

Personally I liked her better with the top on, but maybe that could be dealt with later.

"Everything alright?" she asked me, glancing at the aspirin floating in my magic.

I shrugged. "Yeah, it's fine. Hindleg's just bothering me. Some days it's fine, other days it's like I don't exercise it at all."

"Right, you usually take a few days a week to spar with the guards, don't you? Celestia's mentioned it before," she said to me, putting her cup down. "Real interesting hobby for a scholar."

"Mmmhmm. Well, not everything I do can just be reading books and doing experiments, unfortunately. Besides, I like to fight."

"Something you picked up when you were younger?"

"Yeah," I muttered, looking over at my cup of juice before pulling it over with my hoof and drinking some more of it down. "I liked wandering around when I was younger, still do. Guess my parents lucked out with the fact that I made an effort to keep my grades decent while I did so, huh?"

It was such an old lie, one that worked pretty much all the time. The teachers may not have approved, but I did my homework and studied in my free time. What exactly did they have to complain about outside of my attendance records? I suppose I was getting really good at telling that lie at any given moment without a hint of falsification, given how many ponies ate it up like cupcakes.

In any case, I popped the aspirin into my mouth and knocked back the rest of my juice, setting my empty glass down on the table while clearing my throat.

"Yeah, I guess so. Rumor has it you really know how to fight though," she said, smirking at me. "I'm guessing you did a little more than just travel?"

I just grinned. "Hey, had to get my love of fighting from somewhere!"

"Taught and raised at the Hard Knock Academy!" she said, reaching over to pat me on my wither. "I am so sorry."

"Eh, it wasn't anything I didn't go out looking for. Besides, plenty of ponies had it worse than me! There was one time..."

I poured myself another glass of juice while trying to think of something to do about my current situation. I wasn't joking when I said that I don't really have guests over. I had a few friends in school, but they distanced themselves from me once I stopped being around often enough to keep up with what was going on with them. Because of that, I had absolutely no idea what to talk about or what to do to properly entertain my very attractive guest.

Still, she seemed very interested in what I had to say. That was a plus, at least. For all of my street-savvy and book-smarts, I really lacked more advanced social skills, especially when it came to flirting. I got as much action as I wanted, mind control is like a social life-hack in that regard, but the idea of using something like that on Swirly just seemed wrong. Well, that and dangerous, but mostly wrong, like I'd be weak if I relied upon it right now.

Yes, I'm aware of how amoral using mind control to get sex is, but it sounds worse than it is. See, before I became the Princess's student, I could afford to be a bit of a slut here and there if I wanted, no one batted an eye. After Celestia took me in though, I had to take precautions when I got in that sort of mood. A little ambient perception alteration (far more reliable than illusion magic), shifting the memories of my playmate in the morning so they remember taking a fine non-descript stallion or mare to bed instead of me...you get the idea.

It's not exactly hard to land a mare or stallion in the seedier parts of Canterlot. I mean really, it isn't. Ponies that haven't experienced that life before either don't know or can't seem to fathom it, but there are a lot of loose mares and stallions hanging out in less reputable clubs and bars. They'll put out in seconds as long as you can blend in with them, and I'm not talking about prostitutes or anything.

Some ponies think it's sad that anyone could just give themselves up to others like that willy-nilly. I say that those 'whores' are more honest with themselves than most. Modern society just frowns on slutty behavior, especially when it comes to the higher classes.

But Swirly? She was in an entirely different league. Classy, well-off, smart, experienced...I hadn't a single clue how to even start approaching this mare! What was I going to do, try to seduce her with a lecture about arcane application of advanced physics or something?

How fortunate that she wasn't always so high up on the social ladder over the course of her life. Well, for me, anyways.

"...And I'm just standing there like 'Hey what? No, you attacked me! Why would I apologize?!' You know why he demanded an apology, making a big scene out of it?"

I couldn't help but grin as she giggled and tapped her hoof against the counter. She really was adorable.

"Oh, I need to hear this. What was his reason? I just know it was something stupid." she said, her empty cup long forgotten.

"Oh it's great, just-okay," I said, waving my forehooves in front of myself a little. "He thought that I bumped into him...four or five blocks back, and he followed me all that way before getting in my face about it!"

"Seriously?!"

"Seriously! Needless to say, he was shouting, making a big scene, but he was all talk. You know the type," I said, puffing out my chest and sitting up straighter and deepening my voice. "I'm a big tough ghetto colt, who you think you talkin' to like that, little filly?! I oughta lay yo' ass out!"

A sudden burst of laughter from her caused me to join her, both of us enjoying a moment of joy together, my forehooves curling around my middle while tears gathered in the corners of my eyes. I blinked them away while wiping the corners with my fetlocks, a wide smile on my lips as well as hers.

"Wow, just-wow, have you really run into ponies like that?" she asked me, leaning her weight against the counter, bracing with a foreleg.

"Yup! Plenty of 'em. Anyways, he only got that one good hit in on me before I knocked him on his ass," I muttered casually, waving it off as if dismissing the memory itself. "I think he was a bit drunk anyways, and I'm pretty sure he underestimated me because I walk with a limp."

"Bet he left a shiner on your face though."

"Eeehh..." I said, rolling one of my hooves back and forth. "Kinda-sorta."

She heh'ed and went quiet for a moment. "...You're definitely different from what I expected. Kinda surprises me that you're the same mare that ponies talk about in the castle," she said, grinning a little. "You know, quiet and studious and all that stuff."

I just shrugged at that and rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I'm one in a million."

"Oh, so humble too!" she said, giggling for a brief moment before something occurred to her. "You know, with how outgoing you were, it seems strange that you don't have more friends."

My smile faded almost immediately. I had friends once. It was awesome. Real friends like Moondancer and Minuette, Lemon Hearts and Twinkleshine...not the kinds of 'friends' you find wandering the streets, gangbanging (not in the sexual way, get your minds out of the gutter) and urging you to do the same. Nor the ones that'll gladly stab you in the back if the pay's good enough. Movies and books really romanticize it too much: loyalty's at a premium between criminals.

I slumped a little in my seat. "Yeah, well, I told you I never get the chance to entertain guests. This is sort of a first! Really, I'm out of my element here."

I could feel her hoof come to rest on my shoulder, and I smiled as she patted me.

"C'mon now, no need for that! I mean, I don't know you all that well either," she said to me, then blushed a bit. "I certainly didn't know you were hiding such a big secret all this time!"

"Uh," I stuttered, grinning a little while quirking a brow. "Phrasing?"

She just gave me a sly smile and pulled her hoof away, relaxing a little in her seat. "Oh, I know what I said! I believe they refer to it as a double entendre."

I just blushed and looked at the empty glasses, trying to gather my thoughts. What should I say? What should I do? I wasn't incompetent enough to believe that just diving in with zero subtlety or caution would've been a good idea, but then without that what exactly was I supposed to do? Was this easy for other ponies or did they have some kind of secret teaching that I was woefully lacking in?! Gah, I should've read up on this stuff!

I settled for clearing my throat and moving the empty glasses to the sink. I'd deal with them later.

"Soooo, you're saying my dick's big?"

Well, balls-to-the-wall it is then! Good job, Sparkle. Sometimes, for all the vast intellect I seem to have, my brain utterly fails me at the worst possible moments.

"...I'm fairly sure that's what I just said, among other things." she stated quietly, a shy smile making it clear just how nervous she was.

Whoa wait what. There's no way....

I stared at her for a moment, then coughed into my hoof and felt my cheeks begin to burn as well. "You...know that I'm underage, right? Not by much, I know, but...yeah."

"Yes, I know. You're just, well, very mature for your age," she said, nervously pawing at the countertop with her hoof. "Does that matter to you? Your age, I mean. It's not like you're twelve or ten or anything like that...."

No fucking way! Really? It was-no, no way. It couldn't be this easy. Well I mean, not that I'm calling her easy or anything, but certainly easier than I was expecting. I was almost expecting her to ask for flowers, maybe going out to dinner or something like that before we even broached a topic like this.

I couldn't help myself. I had to push it further. At this point, I was more curious how far this could wind up going before it went too far rather than purely desiring to get under her tail.

"You know, you must've been looking pretty hard at it in that short span of time to decide whether it was big or not," I muttered, nervously shifting in my seat. "Or something like that."

The change in the room's atmosphere was almost jarring. She was looking at me in surprise, but with how her tail was swishing with such excitement, I get the feeling she wasn't just shocked. I'm guessing she expected me to turn her down, or worse.

"Well, not as close as I would've liked..." she said, the uncertainty in her voice clear as day.

I let my hindlegs drift apart more as things began to wander into a realm of familiarity for me. Regardless of how you reached that point in a relationship, sex is sex, and some things about it are fairly universal. Already, there was a clear bulge in my pants that her eyes seemed drawn to, and I capitalized on the opportunity.

"A lot of this is outside of my comfort zone, as I said before. But if you really want to, you can have a closer look," I said to her, trying to get more comfortable in my seat, but at the moment I felt rather energetic. I think I just wanted to pounce on her like an animal. "I'm always eager to learn more."

Now, there were many things that I was expecting in that moment. Nervousness getting the better of her and making her reconsider, fear of getting caught stopping me from really getting into it, those sorts of things. After all, this was illegal for us to be doing together. What I did not expect was to find her slipping out of her seat, and stepping close to me until she was very much in my personal space.

Maybe it was stupid to not expect that, but still, she was quick!

However, she didn't just dive in. Instead, her hoof hesitated a scant few inches away from my crippled hindleg, and I braced against the side of the countertop while resting my foreleg on it, opening myself up to her more.

"You're, uh...you're sure about this, right?"

I just grinned. "Heh, yeah! Why wouldn't I be?"

The relieved sigh she let out made me smile, and I relaxed as her hoof rubbed over the inside of my hindleg, teasing towards my crotch.

"Good! It's been a while for me," she muttered, her horn glowing and popping the button on my pants. "Is your hindleg okay?"

I glanced down at it and noticed that it was twitching a little. I shrugged it off.

"It's fine, don't worry about it," I said, reaching down to idly massage the strained muscles with a hoof. "It happens sometimes."

We stared at each other for a brief moment, a pause in time that was only made slightly more awkward by the fact that she was undoing my fly with her magic. Fortunately, that lone moment didn't last long.

It doesn't take me long to get hard. Really, it doesn't, especially when it's obvious what's about to happen to me down there. My cock was already popping up from under the band of my underwear, and if the way she was looking at it was any indication, she didn't plan to just jump right to the main event.

I felt a shiver rocket through me as her hoof touched it, gently rubbing over what was already revealed to her, while her horn lit up and began to loosen my tie and slip it off of my neck. Given that she couldn't see the countertop, I was kind of surprised to see how neatly she laid my tie down and smoothed it out. My top was next, the buttons easily coming undone within her magical grasp. I spread my forelegs out and let her ease me out of it, watching as she once again folded my garment up and set it down on the counter.

"You're really good with your magic." I noted idly, squirming a bit as she planted a kiss on my belly.

What? I'm ticklish there. Of course she noticed, so she immediately gave me another one, which almost made me wiggle right out of my chair! I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment and indignation while she simply laughed at me. The sudden sensation of the flat of her tongue licking over the equally flat head of my shaft settled me down though.

"Ticklish, huh~?"

I could practically feel that cheshire grin that spread across her muzzle, the wicked intent that she held for my midsection making me quickly lower my forelegs to guard my belly. She gave me a small pout and stepped back, and I sighed in relief. I looked down at myself and realized that I was standing fully at attention, my pants seeming almost entirely useless in containing my girth.

Without saying a word, I slipped out of my chair and began to light up my horn to remove my pants. Before I could even lower down onto four legs though, she beat me to the punch and caught me, turning us so my back was to the counter. I could feel the soft fur of her belly rubbing against my own, the gentle sensation of our bodies grinding together mingling with the tingling touch of my shaft being ground between us. I'm fairly sure she was doing it on purpose.

She used her magic to tug my pants and my underwear down until they crumpled at my hooves. I stepped out of them while she pressed a heated kiss to my lips. The gentle caress of soft flesh quickly drew me in, and for a moment I lost myself in the feel of her body against my own, hooves brushing over fur and through her mane. She was downright ferocious! I wouldn't have blamed someone for walking in and assuming she was trying to eat my face. Not that I was complaining.

I could feel her weight press against me more, her forelegs circling around my withers and locking us together. I gripped her tight in return and ran my hooves down her sides, feeling over the curve of her hips. She tensed when I reached lower, and I gave a quick smack to her cutie mark with a hoof, which made her jolt and squeak in the most adorable way.

Funny thing about cutie marks is, not all ponies have sensitive cutie marks. For example, my brother doesn't. I do, and sometimes when I'm walking around, the fabric of my pants gets to me. You get used to it though, kind of like how stallions that wear clothes growing up just sort of naturally adjust to having some kind of fabric rubbing against their junk all day.

"Ooh! Sensitive cutie marks, huh?" I teased, grinning wickedly and giving it another smack.

She jolted and gave me a mock-angry glare, the upward curve on the corner of her lips giving her away.

"You're being very naughty for such a well-behaved mare!"

"I'm a teenager. Being naughty kind of comes with the title," I muttered, rubbing my hoof more firmly over her cutie mark. "Got a problem with that?"

The slow sashay of her hips and the sensitive trembling of the muscles in her flanks made me quiver with primal delight. I slipped my hooves back up to her hips and pulled her closer, grinding my own arousal against her belly more.

"No problem at all, hun...speaking of which," she muttered, pulling away to look down at the precum that I'd stained her fur with. "Looks like you've got a problem that needs taking care of."

I certainly did. I was almost painfully hard right now, and my youthful eagerness was on full display. She slipped out of my grasp as she kissed a trail down my chest and stomach, causing me to fidget more and stifle some small laughter as she drifted closer to my stallionhood.

"You alright standing on your hindleg like that?" she asked, her muzzle inches from the base of my cock.

I nodded quickly. "Yeah, it's fine, just...don't worry about it."

I tried to keep the aggravation out of my voice, but when everyone asks if you're okay just because you've got a jacked-up leg, it tends to start grating on your nerves. Would I be standing up on two legs if it did bother me? No? Then don't bring it up! Besides, if you really think a little leg pain is going to stop a horny teen from getting a blowjob right then and there, you clearly don't remember or realize what priorities most teenagers have.

She had this cowed look on her face, like I'd hurt her feelings. I sighed and shook my head, quickly giving her a brief apology. Of course, she apologized as well, but really, it's something I've come to expect. I think it just got to me in that moment because I was getting impatient. I mean c'mon, I'm throbbing here!

The first lick put my mind at ease, and the second made my dick twitch as soft lips met my sack and suckled one of my nuts into her muzzle. I could feel her tongue sloshing around it, lapping at the tender flesh and teasing what was already a pretty full testicle just to get it to produce more. Then she switched to the other, and I glanced down at her.

The look on her face was priceless, so focused, so dedicated to taking in the taste of my sweaty skin and pleasing me...I reached down to run a hoof over her mane, my dick twitching against the top of her snout and the side of her horn. I felt her warm breath wash over the base of my shaft as she licked my nuts clean, not that they were all that sweaty to begin with, I make a habit of showering when I wake up and before I go to bed. I wasn't exactly at the castle long. Then again I was totally freaking out and really horny...

My train of thought, as often as it can derail even if I have something to focus on, quickly found the tracks again when her muzzle opened wide and she ran her tongue up the belly of my shaft from base to tip, every nerve ending lighting up with gentle pleasure that made me coo in delight. I felt her hoof grasp the base of it, and a single stroke made me twitch and soak the end of her snout with more of my pre.

I could feel her starting to put her tongue to better use, and my eyes slid shut so I could relish the sensation of her firmly lapping over the head of my cock, cleaning up what little mess I'd made of it thus far. I cracked an eye open to peek at what she was up to, only to catch her pursing her lips around my unflared head. I stuttered out a moan as she suckled firmly at it and roughly rubbed her tongue this way and that against the end of my tool, making it throb and twitch rapidly in her grasp while I writhed and arched where I stood, helpless under the wondrous assault on my senses.

Then she went deeper. Oh sweet FUCK-!

You have to understand that I've been deepthroated before. Quite a few times, actually. It's nothing new to me. But the way Swirly moved with such purpose, the way she made her tongue flick and lap at the underside of my cock while inch after inch disappeared between her lips...there was something so much more intense about it.

I felt myself bump into the back of her mouth, and I figured that was it, not even to the medial ring, but then she took a deep breath and lunged smoothly forward on me! My eyes clenched shut again and my hoof smacked at the countertop as I tried to brace myself, my hindlegs trembling beneath me as I slid into the infinitely tighter confines of her throat. Every muscle in my body tensed as she swallowed around me and pushed down until her lips kissed against my sheath.

My breath hitched and my free forehoof moved to rest over the top of her head, caressing through her mane while she looked up at me with a smoldering gaze that made my entire body tremble with desire. She twisted her head left and right, and I could feel every little motions her muzzle and her throat made around me. It felt like I was trapped, and I never wanted to escape!

It actually usually took a lack of caution, or a certain level of trust to slip a pony's cock down your throat. When that flare thickens? Yeah, that thing's there to make sure all of that cum stays inside of your partner, and we ponies tend to be fairly voluminous compared to most others. Only zebras really out-produce us in that regard. Combine something designed to plug a hole with someone's throat and, well, yeah. Problems could arise. Very embarrassing and life-threatening problems.

I can just see the obituaries now. 'Swirling Breeze, 25, death by asphyxiation via underage penis.' Mind you that sort of thing's not guaranteed, it's not a perfect seal, but it can really make someone's gag reflex kick in, and if it's a particularly large flare then yeah. You get the idea.

In any case, she didn't give me much of a chance to catch myself. It was mere seconds before she began to move, pulling back until I was just barely out of her throat once more and plunging back down on me. The slight gagging noise was like music to my ears, and I reflexively pushed my hips forward when I felt her lips on my sheath again, that primal desire to get as deep as possible taking control of me in that brief instant.

She gagged again, and I quickly apologized, but she just gave a small shake of her head and pushed towards me more, her eyes clenching shut as she forced herself down just a bit further for my satisfaction. I grunted and my cock pulsed in her throat, and she just smiled up at me.

For obvious reasons, I didn't last long. I'd lost track of how long she'd begun to bob up and down on my shaft, the lewd slurps and dirty gagging noises joining a symphony of moans from myself that I did my best to keep fairly quiet for fear of Spike hearing us from upstairs, but I really couldn't help it.

By the time I was close, she was in her own little world, all cozy between my legs, hunched up a little and rapidly bobbing her head back and forth on me, forehooves resting on my hips and holding me there while she quite literally tried to milk me for everything my balls had to offer. I had to warn her before I flared up too much, I knew that, but I was having a really hard time finding my voice...!

"I-I'm-ahh...!"

Yes, quite eloquent of me. Fortunately, she got the message, and with no hesitation she kept on going, much to my surprise. Was she not worried? I found myself lacking the mental capacity to care or think about it, as a welling pleasure quickly began to overwhelm me. I could feel the juices of my slit trickling down over my balls and soaking the fur around the back of my thighs from my arousal, slit winking out of sight while my tail swished erratically back and forth.

I felt her pull back at the very last moment, my back arching and a hot, loud groan escaping me as I flared up in her mouth and shot the first of several thick ropes of rich, sticky seed. I had expected her to pull off the moment it hit her palate, cum generally didn't have a pleasant texture or flavor, but she just cupped my balls with her hooves and gently rolled them around while swallowing every last drop of what I had to offer her. Her tongue flicked at my cockhead and her muzzle twisted this way and that, prolonging my release and making me have to shuffle my hindlegs just to keep myself upright. I braced some of my weight against my forehoof on the countertop while the other held on to the back of her head, trembling with each kittenish flick of her tongue.

My entire body felt like crumpling to the floor when my release was finally over, but Swirly, ever playful, decided to tease and lick at my sensitive shaft a few more times before letting it go. I legitimately thought my hindlegs were going to fail me before her lips pulled off of me with a noisy wet pop.

She cleared her throat and winked at me. "Wow, you were pent-up! I almost couldn't swallow it all."

Fffuck, she swallowed my load. That fact didn't register immediately, but once it did...let's just say, I was starting to go soft. Not anymore. Her eyes widened a little as she felt my dick throb to life once more, her hoof idly stroking over it.

"Huh. Still hard, too. Usually stallions are spent, at least for a little while." she mused, looking at my cock as if it were some kind of science specimen to be studied.

I couldn't help a small laugh. "Spurt of youth, maybe?"

"Hermaphrodite, more like," she said, letting me go and getting to her hooves once more. "I've heard about the kind of stamina your kind have."

"Yeah, but I'm on suppressants. They tend to help make my hormones a bit more regular," I replied, my horn lighting up and surrounding her with my magic. "Buuuut, enough about that..."

She yelped in surprise as I spun her around, moving down to all fours and stepping in behind her, my hoof brushing up the back of her hindleg, up her haunch and under her tail. I pressed my hoof under the base of it and pushed upward, forcing it into the air.

"You have something I want. Judging by your scent, you want what I've got too," I spoke casually, leaning my head down under her tail. "I think we can come to a mutually beneficial agreement...!"

"Little warning next ti-hi-hi-hoooo, yeah...!"

My tongue had found its way to her slit, licking from her clit up towards her tailhole firmly and slowly, parting those lips gently apart around that dextrous muscle. I don't know how it got there, I swear! Pretty sure she didn't have any complaints regardless.

I pulled my tongue back and grinned. I didn't even have to hold her tail up anymore now, she had that sucker up and she was already starting to wink at me down there. Guess she just needed a little stimulation.

"Hey, you got a sample of me! My palate was sorely lacking a taste of the mare so sweetly satisfying my stiffy," I said, hearing her sudden bark of laughter at my alliteration. "I didn't feel like being patient."

"H-how very much like a young pony! Patience is a virtue, you know!" she said, looking back at me out of the corner of her eye and wiggling her flanks at me. "Well? What're you waiting for?"

"So does this mean you're not virtuous? Also, last I checked, you were still plenty young-"

My head jerked back a little when she pushed her flank back against my face, letting out the cutest little whine! She shut me up pretty damn quick, doing that. I gave the back of her thigh a playful nip with my front teeth, kissing a trail up her flank and under her tail, my muzzle inches from a very hot, very wet hole that I couldn't wait to do several lewd and crude things to.

Seriously, fuck the nobility. Pussy is one of the sweet delights of life! How can you be all stuck-up and snob-nosed about stuff like this?!

I decided that my muzzle had better uses than speech at the moment, so without any warning I buried my muzzle against her slit. My lips parted against hers and I gave a long, deep lick from bottom to top and down again, the sudden taste of horny, needy mare attacking my tastebuds.

I've always found that I have a thing for being in control. Whether I'm giving pleasure or receiving it, on bottom or on top, it doesn't matter. I need to have a sense of control over what's happening in that intense and very intimate moment, or I just...I don't know, it doesn't feel right for me. I'm not a control freak, don't get me wrong, I just don't trust ponies with my body unless I'm giving it to them on my terms, be it my muzzle or anything else.

A choked-off squeal from her only drove me to push my tongue further into her, my nostrils flaring and taking in the heady scent of a very horny, very needy mare. Ponies always shied away from things like this because it's such a dirty thing to do, but that really depends on the pony. Still, that powerful feminine musk was filling me with those animal urges that I'd become so used to repressing, and she tasted...clean. Well, compared to previous instances of carpet-munching I mean.

I'm not shy, nor am I a prude, and I quite like making ponies squirm. I just don't do it as often as I'd like to. Not enough room in my schedule for hunting down some tail anytime I want. As such, I've picked up plenty of curious scents from my partners, many of them nowhere near as clean as Swirly here. She tasted lovely, that unique tangy flavor of pussy that was without a doubt an acquired taste, but there was a vast lack of bitterness. Oh it was still there, it usually is, but it didn't overpower my senses the way it did with certain...other partners.

Then there were those ponies that bought those pills that can make your sexual fluids taste like a wide range of things. Me, I prefer things au naturale. I don't want to lick a mare down there and taste raspberries, I want to taste her. I mean...oh, how to explain it? I've tampered with my senses so much over the years, my sense of smell was just the beginning, it's just natural for me.

Imagine, every time you inhaled, with enough focus, you could smell everything in your immediate vicinity. The brass on your quill, the ink on the paper in front of you...now imagine stuffing your snout against a mare's slit and getting a good whiff of her. To most ponies, she simply smells like an aroused mare, appealing and exciting. To me? She smells like Swirling Breeze, and no other mare can possibly smell exactly the same as she does like this.

I could smell her arousal from across the room right now, let alone having my tongue shoved up her cunt. Considering our sense of smell is closely related to our sense of taste as well...yeah. You get a general idea.

Mm, and at this moment in time, I was having my senses filled with everything Swirling Breeze, and I had no intention of stopping! I sat down behind her and grasped her flanks with my forehooves, every little sound from the lovely mare pushing me to lick her faster, press against her walls and grind my tongue along them in firm, smooth laps that tantalized me as much as it made her moan.

Oh she tried to keep her voice down, really she did, but when I get enthusiastic about something, I tend to give it my all. To say I get enthusiastic about eating a mare out, well...that's an understatement.

I brought a hoof up to tease the edge of it over her clit, teasing at it every time her slit winked at me, my muzzle getting soaked with her juices the longer I worked her over. Soon she stepped forward, panting softly and raising up to rest her forehooves on the counter in front of her, opposite the one I'd been leaning on earlier, one hoof moving up to brace her weight against the overhead cabinet.

She was dripping on the floor now. I took pride in that. I tucked in closer to her and pressed my forehooves against those tender cutie marks of hers, rubbing and toying with them and making every muscle in her backside quiver in delight in the process, getting a front-row view of the sensual display.

"C'monnnn...!" she whined out at me, the almost desperate tone of her voice making me giddy for what was to come.

I mushed my snout against her winking slit and plunged my tongue deep, tasting her juices and letting them trickle down my tongue and stain my palate even further. I licked and lapped noisily and sloppily at her, soaking my muzzle even further in her nectar, lower lip grinding and rubbing at her clit constantly while my hooves kept themselves occupied with her cutie marks.

I could feel her walls clenching, tightening around me while her voice hitched and her body began to tense in my grasp. I lapped at her faster, my tongue starting to feel the burn of fatigue as I fought against her squeezing inner muscles to get as deep into her as I possibly could.

With a sudden loud cry, she pushed her ass back against me, almost knocking me over onto my back in the process, and a series of whimpering, squeaking moans filled the kitchen while wet, oily marecum soaked my face. I didn't dare stop, my lips pursing around her clit and suckling firmly, pulling back on it and grinding my tongue over it while one of my hooves moved to rub between her slitlips in smooth, constant motions.

I wanted her ecstasy to last, and I was rewarded with a second, smaller release from her just as she began to come down from the first, her entire body undulating as I suckled at that decently-sized pleasure button of hers without mercy. I felt her push back against me, and I pushed forward in kind, giving her something to grind against while she rode out a rather explosive duo of orgasms.

By the time she was done my tongue felt sore and exhausted, but seeing her backside slump down, seeing her mane slightly damp from sweat and hanging down over her face while she braced her upper body against the countertop...oh yeah. Twilight Sparkle knows how to make the mares melt! My pride's riding high, literally and figuratively!

She eventually joined me on the floor, slumping down and sitting in a small puddle of her own juices, my cock jutting out from under me, eager for action. Still, I think we both needed just a little time, and after that I felt like some water was a good idea for me. I used my magic to grab one of our empty glasses and put it in the sink, turning the cold water on while scooting in against Swirly's back, embracing her from behind.

"You made a mess of me as well as the floor," I teased, kissing along the side of her neck. "I should make you clean that up."

She was still panting a little, but the look she gave me was nothing less than smoldering hot. I could tell she was hungry for more, but even she seemed to need a small breather. I filled my cup with water and shut the tap off, bringing it down and taking in a mouthful of the refreshing liquid.

"Yeah, heh, you could, but then you'd be a terrible host!" she said, twisting where she sat so she could give me a kiss on the cheek. "Bleh. You're soaked. I really did that?"

"Yup! What, not a fan of your own juices?" I teased, licking my lips to take in just a bit more of her. "I think you taste fantastic."

"Yeah well I don't, so maybe you should wash your face?" she suggested, motioning to the sink.

I didn't argue against it. Some ponies were skittish about that sort of thing, who was I to tell them otherwise? Fortunately, I had just the spell to deal with this, honed over long hours of washing 'accidents' from my fur while taking care of Spike.

I set my cup of water on the counter and stood up, my horn glowing with arcane power and spreading over my face, working into my fur and under the fluids clinging to me. I lifted the slick fluids up and off of my body, enveloped in a small bubble of magic that I floated over to the sink. I released the bubble and flicked the faucet on, quickly washing the unwanted liquids down the drain.

"Better?" I asked, a slow inhale letting me know that her scent was still heavily lingering in my fur.

She had turned around and moved away from the wet spot on the tiled floor, discreetly using a paper towel to clean herself up just a bit down there. Well, dry off at least, I don't know about cleaning up. Curiously, she had a cup of water in her magic that I quickly realized definitely wasn't hers...and she was chugging its contents down.

"Hey," I said, my magic reaching out to caress over her own, both of us holding the cup now. "That's mine."

"Mmmmmmhmm," she hummed, her lips around the rim of it. "Your point?"

"Gimme."

"Nuh-uh."

"Yuh-huh," I said, stepping over in front of her. "I'm thirsty."

She pulled the cup away from herself and grinned a little as she gave it over to me, her magic fading as I took hold of it. "Still? Well, I guess you were lapping at me like I was an oasis in a desert...."

I just rolled my eyes at her and finished off what was left in my cup, carelessly tossing it into the sink while grabbing some paper towels and putting them to work scrubbing at the floor. It wasn't a full clean-up job, but if anyone came home unexpectedly, they at least wouldn't have to live with the embarrassment of breaking their legs slipping on some mare's release. I also wouldn't have to deal with the fallout of my family finding out I was sticking it to Celestia's aide.

"Well I don't exactly know any techniques, all I've ever been able to do is experiment, and outside of a few constants, every mare's different...er, not that I've been with tons of mares or anything!" I said quickly, clearing my throat. "Just...maybe six or seven?"

"Well! 'Just' six or seven, huh?" she said, giving me a playful shove with her hoof. "Stud."

"Pff, not really."

"I dunno, that's a pretty decent number for your age," she said, humming a little. "And you think you don't know anything?"

I shrugged at that. "I'm sure I know a few things, but it's not like anyone's ever sat down to teach me. I have a copy of the Kamare Sutra, but I've never really met anyone who's willing to really experiment with that stuff, let alone teach me."

She hummed in thought for a moment, giving me a more evaluating glance. "Are you suggesting something, Lady Sparkle?"

"Depends. What do you think I'm suggesting?" I asked, unable to help the sly smirk at the corner of my lips.

"Well it sounds to me like you're suggesting that you need a teacher in the sexual arts," she said matter-of-factly, a wicked grin spreading across her muzzle. "I thought you already had a teacher though? I would think she teaches you everything."

My brain froze as the mental image of Celestia rubbing my pussy off while instructing me on how to work my muscles to achieve maximum orgasmic release hit me. I shook the offending image away quickly and grimaced a little.

"Yeah, let's not mix sex and Princess Celestia...I just can't picture her ever doing that sort of stuff."

That was a lie. Thankfully I was already hard or my fifth leg would've given me away.

Swirly just shrugged at me and filled her cup with more water from the sink. "Well, if not her, then perhaps you're suggesting that I teach you?" she said, the lilt in her voice followed by a small giggle. "Aw, it's sweet that you hold me in such high regard already! I suppose I could teach you a thing or two..."

I gulped as she stalked up to me, both of us only inches apart as she took another drink of water, then offered her cup to me. Not thinking, I simply downed some of it, my thirst only just now starting to be sated for the time being. I was sure that by the time she was done with me, I'd be feeling parched once more.

"But first, you need to show me what you can do," she teased, lightly booping the end of my snout with her hoof. "You've got a muzzle on you, but I wanna see what this thing can do to me!"

The sudden feeling of her rubbing her hoof over the head of my cock made my magic grip on the cup waver, the water in it sloshing a little because of it. I quickly set the cup on the counter and moved forward, locking her in a hungry kiss while wrapping my forelegs around her withers. She didn't resist in the least.

Our tongues mashed together between our lips while her hooves curled around my back, the two of us pulling at each other as the minutes ticked by. When we finally broke apart, we were panting and out of breath, but we both knew exactly what we wanted.

I nudged under her chin with my snout. "Upstairs. Now. My room."

She murred at that and stood up, turning her side to me. "Woo, getting pushy now, huh? Not very lady-"

"Now!"

I genuinely didn't know what came over me in that moment. I was impatient and eager and she was being a playful tease and I wasn't having any of it! I darted in next to her and gave her cutie mark a firm nip, the sudden squeal of surprise from her only bolstering my behavior. Judging by how she flicked her tail excitedly around in the air afterwards, I don't think she had a problem with it.

I was thankful for the aspirin working for the time being, though the stairs in the foyer did still make my bad leg hurt. As with any other time, I paid little attention to it aside from confirming that it did indeed hurt. My mind was likely going to be occupied with far more situationally important things in a few moments.

Every little squeak she let out as I nipped at her flanks on the way upstairs was just the most adorable thing. She seemed flustered by my sudden aggressiveness, and the way she nickered and jolted forward whenever my teeth gave her cutie marks a little nip made me satisfied in a way that I can't fully describe. It was a primitive thing, nipping at a mare's flanks like ponies from ancient times once did, but that didn't stop me.

Her tail flicked up into the air more than once as I playfully chased her down the hall, past Spike's bedroom and into mine. The moment the door was shut, she spun around on me and gave me a rather sloppy, tongue-filled kiss that pressed my rump back against the door.

"You-" she uttered between the flurry of kisses she showered upon my muzzle. "-are an evil bitch-" More kisses. "-and I swear if we didn't get in here as quick as we did I'd be presenting out in the hallway right now."

This was more within my scope of experience, dealing with a horny, excited mare that wants nothing more than to get right down to business. I broke the kiss and tilted my head to the side, my chest bumping against her and pushing her back, forcing her onto her haunches while I wrapped one foreleg around her barrel. She squeaked and haphazardly grabbed at my withers as I began to force her to sit back, my teeth suddenly finding a nice soft spot on the side of her neck to firmly bite down.

She went rigid and her tail flitted back and forth excitedly behind her, and the quiet whimper that escaped her throat only made me attack another spot on her neck, closer to her collarbone. It was instinctual, especially for a prey species like us. We feel teeth on such a soft vulnerable part of us, we instantly have warning sirens going off in our heads...but she also knows she's not in danger right now. For some ponies, that's enough to make them cum! For her, it just made a damp spot in my carpet.

"Fuck! What-mm!-what got into you all the sudden?" she huffed out, her entire body trembling as I trailed kisses along the side of her neck to her jawline.

I just grinned and nibbled at her jawline, toying with that spot just between her jaw and her neck. A dim glow of a spark from the tip of her horn made my cock twitch just a little at the thought of just how excited she must be to start losing control of her magic already.

"Oh you know, just the thought of fucking you senseless," I whispered, raising my head to nip the tip of one of her ears. "Get on my bed and show me how you want it."

Oh, how she did. She trotted over there while I lit my horn and cast a veil of silence over the entirety of the room. If we got loud I didn't want us waking Spike up. Good way to totally kill the mood.

She laid on her back on the bed while I moved to join her, crawling up onto it and shifting over her, pressing my snout down into the fur of her belly and taking a deep breath. There was excitement, the scent of wetness between her legs, but also sweat, nervousness and anticipation for what was coming.

I looked up to meet her gaze, the older mare squirming a little as I lightly lipped at her fur, teasing a trail up her barrel and chest to her throat. She tilted her head back as I kissed along her throat to her chin, able to feel her swallowing in that familiar mix of excitement and eagerness that I was becoming more adjusted to the more I felt her body beneath mine.

She gripped my withers with her forehooves as I laid down against her, our lips meeting in a far more restrained kiss than she probably expected. Didn't stop her from being enthusiastic about it, though. She pulled at my withers while I squeezed my forelegs against her sides, embracing her while we made out.

Under normal circumstances, a mare as horny as her would already be tail-up and getting pounded into my mattress...but I held myself back. I wanted to please her, impress her even. Bring my A-game, you know? I felt like anything less would've been doing her a disservice. She's not some gutter-tramp I picked up in a bar, she's Celestia's aide and a more high-class mare than anyone else I've ever been with!

Of course, that didn't change the fact that my throbbing, twitching member was resting between us, the belly of it pressing down against her slit and slowly rubbing back and forth between her netherlips. I slowly pumped my hips to tease her more, and soon little moans began to swap between our muzzles, her hindlegs squeezing around my hips and bucking up against me as well.

We fell into a pleasing rhythm, grinding together and getting my dick soaked in her juices. Seriously, she was one wet mare down there! I'm surprised she wasn't more of a squirter...but then, I didn't really give her much of a chance to squirt, I had my muzzle buried in there! Eh, I'd find out later, probably.

I slowly broke the kiss and nosed at her neck, nuzzling my snout along her throat. "Face-to-face? Most ponies go for missionary."

"According to dragons and minotaurs, this is missionary-AH!"

I gave a firm, long grind against her, my cock raking against her slitlips and her clit just as she finished speaking. We were both panting and each little motion of our bodies had both of us squirming against each other, fidgeting amidst our bit of foreplay, and a sudden firm grind against me accompanied a much louder moan from her. Her body seemed to tense and writhe against me, and the way her face scrunched up and her mouth lilted open in bliss was just...mmph, sexy? Adorable? Maybe both? I still don't know how to describe that particular look!

I could feel her slit winking against my cock, and I knew she was ready. Words weren't necessary in that moment. I simply moved and lifted my hips, my shaft sliding down until the flat head pressed against her slit, and I pushed slowly forward.

Her reaction was immediate. Her forelegs squeezed at my withers and she buried her muzzle against the side of my neck, muffled moans billowing her warm breath through my fur and against my skin while inch after inch smoothly sunk deeper into her. Every wink of her slit seemed to tug and pull at my cock, urging me deeper, welcoming me into her most sacred depths. I didn't resist in the least.

Restraint was the name of the game, and I was trembling with the mental effort of not giving in to my base desires and simply rutting her like an animal. I was better than that, I had to be for someone like her! Still, when I felt my balls press up against her ass and my cock fully enveloped by that smoldering, wet warmth, I couldn't help but grind forward with a soft growl, her body arching and her hindlegs suddenly squeezing tight around my waist.

She moaned loudly as I rolled my hips against her, grinding my dick deep into her and pressing down against her. Her head slumped back against the bed when I backed off, and she weakly giggled and rubbed her hooves up and down along the back of my neck.

"Ooh, yeah, it's been a while since I've felt that," she cooed, panting softly. "Feel so damn full right now...!"

"You make the cutest noises, you know that?" I muttered, grinning down at her.

She blushed brightly and hid her face against my neck. "Mmph, you hush!"

So. Fucking. Adorable!

It started so slowly, both of us moving together, just letting her get used to my size for now with small and slow motions in and out of her. Our fur ground together and I began to rock against her more, and her eyes drifted shut while her horn began to spark more against my headboard. I wasn't much better off, my own sparks joining hers and jolting together, many of them fizzling out together in a sudden arc of energy.

Soon, the lewd slap of my nuts against her nethers began to fill the room, accompanying our mutual cries of pleasure and satisfaction the more we got into it. I'd never have guessed that she was a screamer, but after that first time with her, I knew I'd have to become much more familiar with the veil of silence spell. It was practically a necessity.

She screamed for me to do her harder, to go faster, and I had no idea how long we'd been going at it by then. I could feel her pussy clenching around me, and with a sudden cry of utter bliss, she gripped me tight with all four of her limbs and came. I refused to stop even as her cum flooded around my dick, soaking my balls even more than they already were while her entire body flexed and trembled against me.

The sudden question she asked when she came down from her orgasmic high took me by surprise, and I had to slow down so she could speak.

"D-do you have-ah!-a dildo, or a vi-hmmnh~!-vibrator?!"

I didn't fully understand what she wanted it for, but I tried to settle myself down and focus enough to calm the sparking of my horn and use my magic. I grabbed a lockbox from my closet across the room and opened it, floating over a fairly large orange-colored dildo that was even bigger than I was. Swirly stared at it in awe for a moment, and I just huffed in-between my more intense panting.

"Wh-what? I like 'em big back there," I said, blushing more and lowering my ears in embarrassment. "Don't judge me."

"I'm not! Just...wow," she breathed, taking hold of it in her magic and looking it over for a brief moment. "Really thick, jeez...okay then."

I started moving again and quickly built up that hard, bucking pace we'd been at before, my own release already starting to tingle in my loins, a warning of what was coming. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on my breathing, if only to last longer for her, but she showed remarkable control over her magic in that moment, and with my eyes clenched shut I didn't see where she was moving that toy until I felt it.

With a gasp, I felt the flat head of the toy press against my own slit, teasing at it before firmly pushing into me, my back arching and my hips bucking forward on reflex, burying myself in her while she buried the toy in me. My eyes shot wide-open and my muzzle was hanging open in a silent cry, quickly followed by a choked moan and a violent full-body tremble. My cock twitched and throbbed as she drew the toy back, my slit clenching at it as it left me, only to plunge deep into me once more and make my hindlegs quiver, threatening to collapse out from under me.

I had done this while jerking off before, but this was something entirely different. I gripped her tight and hunched up against her, my hips moving quickly, slamming down against her while she clenched her eyes shut and seemed to pour all of her focus into maintaining her grip on my dildo.

I was not made aware of it until later, but apparently when I get overwhelmed like that, I make some really silly faces, and they only get sillier the closer I get to finishing.

It only took minutes, after that. The feeling of being pounded from behind while thrusting deep into Swirly, the heavy thud of the headboard rhythmically slamming against the wall, it all completely broke me down, and soon both of our horns were sparking rampantly. I didn't even ask when I began to press the side of my horn against hers, our magic arcing and sparking against one another along our horns and filling our minds with sensual tingles and jolts of energy that sent our entire bodies tingling.

I pressed into her one final time and ground down against her, my entire body tensing and arching against her while I cried out in utter satisfaction, my cockhead flaring deep inside of her just before a thick torrent of my cream fired into her. My slit clenched around that toy and she buried it all the way inside of me as my slit squeezed and completely soaked it in my juices, the dual sensation making me writhe and twist atop her, utterly overtaken with pleasure.

The sudden overpowering release made my magic billow out of my horn, our magic suddenly arcing in a powerful burst of raw energy that made her eyes roll back and her hips grind up against me in her own intense orgasm. It was a very private thing that I should've asked about before, since some unicorns still clung to the whole marriage thing when it came to arcing magic together, but I wasn't thinking clearly in that moment. I just...did it. It was a good way to orgasm together with your lover.

Her magic faltered in that instant and her grip on my dildo faded. By the time we were both spent, it slipped out of me and flopped onto the bed behind us, forgotten for the time being. We both panted heavily while we laid there together, basking in the afterglow and nuzzling each other affectionately.

We didn't bother speaking just yet, instead enjoying the comfort of one another's satisfaction, rubbing against each other and cuddling while we caught our breath.

When we finally did, she was first to speak up. "That...was so damn hot."

"Mmn, fully in agreement here..." I muttered, my eyes closed and my head resting against her wither, cheek nuzzling against the side of her neck idly. I was very much out of it.

I don't know how much time passed, but after what felt like mere minutes, she suddenly pushed against me and flipped us over, so that she was laying down on top of me instead. She teasingly ground down against me, then sat up and slowly slipped up and off of me, my partially-flared cockhead exiting her with a lewd wet slurp.

The sudden rush of my cum pouring from her soaked my lap, and I grimaced at the mess it made of me. "H-hey, what're you-?!"

She stood up over me and stuck her tongue out at me. "Better than making an even worse mess of the sheets, right? We both need a shower anyways."

I couldn't argue with that, and I simply watched as she hopped down from the bed, her hindlegs faltering a little when she landed, but she kept to her hooves. She looked back at me as she headed for the door, pausing to wiggle her ass at me, swaying to and fro slowly in a hypnotic gesture.

"You gonna join me, or what?"

Oh yes. Yes, I was.

Author's Notes:

So this took forever! Never realized how critical I could get about writing a sex scene. Still, I'm glad I did it, and I look forward to doing more!

Sorry you all had to wait so long. Hopefully next time it won't take nearly as much as it did this time around.

*glances at the word count* 14k... *headdesks*