Twilight Domination


                                            >The sun is shining and ponies are out and about, enjoying the weather and the company.

                                            >But you don’t have time for such frivolities.

                                            >You had an appointment with a certain book horse. Something about sociology lessons of the like.

                                            >Honestly you couldn’t care less for the curriculum.

                                            >But the mare teaching it, that was another story.

                                            >The small pony was curvaceous and cute and so nerdy it was adorable. But her plump butt made your day.

                                            >It wasn’t as big as some mares, but you’d gotten a better look at it than most during hours of book searching and cleaning up.

                                            >You were 99% sure she had no clue how you felt, but that didn’t keep you from whacking it to the thought of her locking you in her library and riding you into the ground.

                                            >There was one hiccup with that though.

                                            >The other day when you went over you caught her pawing at a hump under her belly button, and when you angled to get a better look, you could’ve sworn you saw a taunt ballsack behind her tail.

                                            >You shrugged it off, it was probably just her teats getting squished the wrong way…or something.

                                            >But when you went home that night you couldn’t get the thought out of your mind.

                                            >Perhaps the most surprising thing was your own reaction.

                                            >That being: it didn’t change a thing.

                                            >In fact, you nutted harder than you ever have that night to the thought of her dominating you, asserting her position with her penis.

                                            >But as you reach her door, you shake the thoughts off.

                                            >They were just teats. After all, there was no way a mare so obviously feminine could have that kind of equipment.

                                            >You knock.

                                            >No answer.

                                            >Snapping out of your daydream you see a note on the door.

                                            “Anon, I’m off running errands feel free to wait inside.”

                                            >Ok…

                                            >You step in and find a seat in the empty room.

                                            >You place your books on the floor and patiently wait.

                                            >The air about you was pleasant…lavender. But it also smelled heavily of something else. Something deep and pungent, in fact, if desire had a smell, you’d imagine it smelled like that.

                                            >Must be some new candle or something.

                                            >“It’s not like her to be late.”

                                            “No, it isn’t.”

                                            >The mischievous voice comes from behind, it sounds familiar, but vaguely.

                                            >The voice comes from the shadows on the staircase, and you can’t see who it is.

                                            >“Are you uh…waiting too?”

                                            >A few more hoof steps descend the staircase.

                                            “Not anymore.”

                                            >Suddenly, an aura of magic surrounds you and suspends you in midair. It vigorously yanks you onto the floor and you land face first.

                                            >”Ow! What the heck? Who are you—“

                                            “—Shutup!”

                                            >The power behind her assertion makes you comply.

                                            >You try to get up, but magic keeps you down as she approaches.

                                            >She doesn’t stop until she’s standing over you, purple hooves plant next to your head and hips. Hot breath blasts your neck.

                                            >Purple? is that…”Twilight?”

                                            >You hear a malicious laugh.

                                            “I suppose it was a bit obvious, but still. It would’ve made it a lot easier if you had just kept your mouth shut.”

                                            >The tone of her voice changes back to normal.

                                            >What has gotten into her?

                                            >Her hoof gently rests on the small of your back, and you start to smell more of the musk you did earlier.

                                            “Now I’m just going to have to make sure you’re won’t be able to tell any pony.”

                                            >”What are you talking about? Is this some kind of game?”

                                            “Hahaha! You think this is a game?!”

                                            >She drops her hips and something hot and heavy presses against your neck. The smell gets mind-numbingly heavy and you peek off to the side to see twelve inches of bobbing, pink…cock?

                                            “You think this…” She thrusts past your face, “…is a game?”

                                            >Her voice comes out lower and more menacing. She pushes harder into you—smashing your face against the floor with the force behind what you can only assume to be some testicles.

                                            >So she does have stallion bits. That’s…hot.

                                            >How did she keep such a huge thing hidden for so long?

                                            >”Uhh…isn’t it?”

                                            >Heavy breathing.

                                            “Aaaargh!”

                                            >The force of magic flips you over and you’re suddenly facing the underside of her erect cock.

                                            >It bobs silently with anticipation above two loose, grapefruit sized testicles. A drop of dangling pre-cum drips from her tip and you look up just in time for it to hit you in the eye.

                                            >”Gah!”

                                            >Your hands are yanked above your head before you can wipe your eye, magically bound to the floor above you.

                                            “I thought I told you to shutup!”

                                            >Suddenly, her hips are on you—pressing her genitals to your face.

                                            >You barely have time to express your excitement before your vision and breathing are consumed by Twilight’s presence.

                                            >Hot, soft, and furless flesh mushes into your face. Your parted mouth gets filled with her salty taste and your nostrils inhale a quarter inch of her excess sheath skin.

                                            >”Plfft!”

                                            >You try to breathe past her smothering crotch, but she stops that by putting the rest of her weight on you.

                                            >The spot from the base of her shaft to her testes was damp with sweat and whatever else her cock sheath emanated.

                                            >Her body odor was incredibly strong, so much that it made your head spin and threatened to knock you out from exposure alone.

                                            >Odor wasn’t enough to describe it, it was a stench. A heady stench of sweat, dried sex fluids and smegma.

                                            >Based off the fat wrinkles of skin in your mouth, she kept herself clean as best she could.

                                            >But there was only so much a horny mare could do on a summer day.

                                            >She grinds her stinking flesh on your face—permeating your pores with her sexual pheromones.

                                            “I thought-ugh! I told you-gah! To shut-ng! UP-ngaaah!”

                                            >Each hump pulls her cockskin taunt on your sweat slick face. She holds the final thrust for a second as more pre dribbles from her flaring head.

                                            “Gaaah! I’ve wanted to rub my cock on your face for so long!”

                                            >She keeps humping as the pre streams down her cock and gets rubbed all over your face with her balls.

                                            >She draws back to let you breathe just as you’re about to pass out.

                                            “Lick it.”

                                            >You gasp at the throbbing pink cock above you, then, two more globs of pre patter your eye.

                                            “What part of ‘Lick it’ don’t you understand!”

                                            >She pushes her fat tip into your cheek and smears it with some pre.

                                            >Your hands stay fastened to the floor so you’re forced to use your neck to reach her.

                                            >You start licking her salty cock rod. First, lapping her smelly, veiny length, past her medial ring. She staggers forward to let you lick her base.

                                            >Then, you travel back up and she backs up accordingly.

                                            >With a bit of strain you get in front of her cock head and pucker your lips on her urethra.

                                            “Haha! You want my cum that badly huh? Well it’s not gonna be over that fast!”

                                            >The salty yet sweet siphon gets yanked from your face—leaving a trail of saliva from her tip to your outstretched tongue.

                                            >”Please princess I want-*gaak!“

                                            >She gag you with her bulbous cock head.

                                            “Do you think I care what you want? Do you think that’s why I’m shoving my—“

                                            *thrust

                                            “—Cock down your—“

                                            *thrust

                                            “—Throat!”

                                            >Your legs push to gain purchase, but she notices and locks them in place as well.

                                            >Twilight gave you no choice, and as much as you wanted to be all over her, you weren’t happy with her thick meat being forced down your airways.

                                            >“Bleh!”

                                            >You gag hard, but the relaxed throat muscles let her slip deeper.

                                            >”Uurk!”

                                            >You feel her cock head ridges hook around the back of your soft pallet and suddenly, you can no longer gag.

                                            >Its not that you didn’t feel the need to, her pulsing cock was physically preventing you from making the movements.

                                            >A forehoof moves to brace the back of your head.

                                            “Ahh…that’s better, go ahead and gag and spit as much as you need, I don’t mind.”

                                            >Just as you get accustomed to it, she tests a short thrust.

                                            “Agh! It’s just like I imagined it’d be!”

                                            >You take deep breaths through your nose as she starts facefucking you.

                                            “Come on use your tongue!”

                                            >You do as she says and lavish her sex pole with your tender muscle.

                                            >But soon, even that’s not enough.

                                            >She leans forward, and your head, still relatively immobile due to your bindings, pushes back.

                                            >Soon, her cock is vertical pushing the back of your throat against the floor.

                                            >She looks back and you see her sweaty face for the first time.

                                            “Good, you can still breathe. You’re gonna need it.”

                                            >Oh boy.

                                            >She leans further forward until she slips off her hind hooves, her rear legs splay out and her cock shoots down your throat as her pelvis lands on your forehead.

                                            >Your vision is obscured by two loose testicles.

                                            “Ohohooooh!”

                                            >She cries out in pleasure as she humps your face.

                                            >You can’t help but salivate all over the appendage as it invades your tastebuds with a raunchy residue.

                                            >After what seems like minutes, she finally finds strength in her hooves and pulls out.

                                            >The hot, wet cock drags across your face and smears your cheek with spit and pre.

                                            >Once she clears you, she pops back to attention, smacking her belly with her erect cock.

                                            “That was a *huff, a good warm up.”

                                            >Suddenly, you feel a tingling magic band tug your pants down to your ankles.

                                            >Twilight slowly circles you, unabashedly examining your erect cock and body on display in front of her.

                                            “You have no idea how hard…it is to be an aileron.” she pauses at ‘hard’  to lift a leg and flex her cock.

                                            “Day after day, month after month, princess this and princess that. All the while I’ve got this penis that keeps popping out of it’s sheath every time I get a whiff of a stallion!”

                                            >She pauses to lean in and inhale your musk.

                                            “Uuuuugh…” She lets out a pleasureful yet frustrated grunt.

                                            >Her cock visibly pulses and twitches out a glob of pre.

                                            “Just look at it!” She stops to lift her leg again, “Look at my genitals Anon!” Her fiery attitude demands obedience, “Just look how bucking hard you make me! It gets like this every time you come over here for your stupid lessons! And I have to go splatter my load all over some pillow when you leave!”

                                            >You had no idea she had this reaction to you.

                                            >”I-I’m sorry.”

                                            >Her eyes go ablaze.

                                            “Sorry? Can you smell this!?” She backs closer and grinds her cock under your nose, “That’s what alicorn pheromones smell like! You made my heat come early you bucking idiot!”

                                            >She sees your own cock throb and leak pre.

                                            “Oh so now you’re horny for me. You didn’t think to tell me that yesterday WHEN I PRESENTED TO YOU!?”

                                            >So that’s what she was doing.

                                            >She leans back in to sniff at your cock and she can’t help but test a lick.

                                            >She throbs hard and obviously enjoys it, but she doesn’t give you the pleasure of verbalizing it.

                                            “You know I haven’t bathed in the past two days?”

                                            >So that’s why she smells so strong.

                                            >Another sniff, another lick.

                                            “I did it because I wanted every pony to know I rutted you. I want them to smell my cock on your face and my spit on your balls!”

                                            >She spits on your testes and starts rubbing it in with a hoof while looking back at you.

                                            “I want them to keep away from you, because you’re mine.”

                                            >”Y-you coulda just asked…” You reply timidly.

                                            “Well you had your chance to rut me and you blew it, now I’m going to mate you whether you want me to or not!”

                                            >You gulp as you feel your magical bonds spread your arms and legs apart.

                                            >You may be able to overpower her physically, but magic negated all of that.

                                            >Besides, you kinda wanted to see where this would go.

                                            >She wastes no time aligning herself and soon you feel her engorged cock head pushing between your asscheeks.

                                            >”Agh!”

                                            “Oh quit complaining!”

                                            >She thrusts again, but the saliva on her cock was too tacky to slip in you.

                                            “Gaaah! Why can’t I just buck you!” She exclaims before going down on you.

                                            >You feel a hoof pull your cheek back and a ticklish wet tongue starts licking your anus.

                                            >You bite your tongue lest she thinks you enjoy it and stops.

                                            >The velvety muscle laps up and down your crack before she leans back and spits on her protruded phallus.

                                            >She rubs it around with a hoof before mating back up with you.

                                            >You feel a mild burning sensation as she slips in inch by inch.

                                            “Oh yeah!”

                                            >She powers in the medial ring and finally hilts and collapses on you.

                                            >You can feel her cock head flaring and receding right underneath your belly button.

                                            >It kinda tickles.

                                            >Then she starts fucking you.

                                            >Twilight slams her hips into yours with the libido of a pent up ailcorn that hasn’t the time to date.

                                            >Sweat builds on you and her from the stress of the activity.

                                            >Soon, she leaks enough pre to glide in and out freely with the sound of thick, wet slaps.

                                            >You can’t remember the last time you were this turned on.

                                            >Both her ridged cock head and her medial ring massage your prostate as she penetrates you in earnest.

                                            >You could feel the pleasure building, but it wasn’t originating from your glans like normal, it was coming from somewhere much deeper.

                                            >”G’oh! Twilight!”

                                            >Her sweet, hot breath washes your face, and you see nothing but pleasure and need in her eyes.

                                            “You like that don’t you? You like that-ngh! That feel of my dirty cock in your dirty hole.”

                                            >Her hoof opens your mouth and she leans over to dangle a wad of saliva down into your mouth.

                                            >She pushes your jaw closed,

                                            “Swallow.”

                                            >The donation is large and tasted of dry hay and other essences which could only be explained as the taste of her mouth.

                                            >It tastes good; you swallow quickly and open back up hoping she’d do it again.

                                            >She hilts in you hard, then hocks a wad of frothy spit at your open mouth.

                                            >It splatters all over your face and eyes but mostly lands in your mouth.

                                            >You swallow again.

                                            >This mare owned you.

                                            >She was the subject of your desires, thus, she controlled the pace of your pleasure…and she knew it.

                                            >She leans in as you lean up for more mouth to mouth contact, but she stops just short of your pursed lips.

                                            “You want to taste me so bad? Earn it.”

                                            >That was all the motivation you needed.

                                            >You clench on her throbbing shaft to make her wince, then you rock your hips aggressively.

                                            >Honestly, Twilight was ruining your asshole, but you didn’t care. It was hers now, its sole purpose to milk her cock of it’s juice.

                                            “Gaah!”

                                            >Her horn starts to flicker and you feel your bonds weaken.

                                            >She regains her focus just enough to strengthen them for the finale.

                                            >With one obnoxious squelch, she pulls out and cocks her hind leg up to aim at you.

                                            “You wanted it so bad-gah! Then have it! AAAAAAAH!”

                                            >Her urethra visibly dilates and you can swear you see a glint of something wet deep within.

                                            >Hot, thick, ropes of pearly semen bellow from her grossly flared glans.

                                            >The only sound you hear is the rushing of viscous fluids as she pumps pint after pint of sperm across your face and chest.

                                            >The fluid is incredibly warm but not as runny as you expected. It sticks in lumps, stringing your chin to your sternum with salty glue.

                                            >And dear Celestia was she salty.

                                            >Partly it was her diet, but it was also because she just didn’t get off as much as she needed to.

                                            >You can understand why she needed this.

                                            >Just as she starts to finish, you start.

                                            >Thinner strings of semen, much whiter than hers, arc up to splatter the underside of her reeking cock.

                                            >It drips back down to your bare belly in long, sticky strings.

                                            >Twilight stays there exuding dominance over the human she glazed with her semen while you finish below her.

                                            >Whether it was a pony thing or a power thing, you don’t know. All you know is that was the best orgasm you’ve had in your life.

                                            >When you finish, she relaxes your bonds and moves to slurp your cum that had pooled in your belly button.

                                            >Her tongue lazily travels across your belly to collect your seed and gulp it down.

                                            >For the first time, you bring your hands before you and dab at the layer of golden white slime that pooled half an inch thick in places.

                                            >She scoops up a sizable portion of her own and pushes it agains your mouth with her forehoof.

                                            >She watches with satisfaction as you lick her frog clean of her DNA.

                                            >Then, she laps up some more before meeting your mouth in a slimy, sperm-swap.

                                            >You snowball the fluid she’d pumped out of her balls for an amazing minute before swallowing.

                                            >Then, she kisses you.

                                            >Like genuinely kisses you.

                                            >The affection is short lived and she pulls back to mix her bleachy cum-breath with yours.

                                            >She finally sounds like she’s back to normal.

                                            “Ready for your lesson now?”