Anon kiss Twi's ass by Anon


                                            copied from thread:https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/20727096/#q20727096

                                            original author is Anon

                                            prompt:


                                            >"Anon, I'm a princess now. That means, when I tell you to kiss something, you do it."

                                            >"If you won't, I have the magic to make you do it anyway, AND not even remember. Your choice~"


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                                            >Magicdom, Twi, ass kissing


                                            >Uhh what? Did Twi just threaten you with magical bondage if you didn‘t put your lips somewhere the sun didn’t shine?

                                            >You search her face for the truth, and the thin wolfish smile upon it, suggests she may be serious.

                                            >Applejack had given you a vague warning before locking herself away in her room, a day or so ago, to stay away from mares for the first week or two of spring, but you hadn’t thought much of simply returning a book to the library, and grabbing yourself another.

                                            >A fresh book or two would help you pass the days while you holed up, right? Right.

                                            >You decide to ignore her words, instead holding up the book you still held in one numb hand: Gryphonia: Legends and Fables.

                                            >Maybe if you just pretended not to hear, you could get this conversation back on a normal course.

                                            “I just came to return this book, and, maybe get a couple others?”

                                            >“Of course!” Twilight says cheerily, sounding more like her normal self.

                                            >The book alights in your hand, floating out and smoothly snuggling into an empty space on a shelf across the library.

                                            >“I think I know just the book for you, Anon.”

                                            “You do?”

                                            >You say, feeling a little relieved that Twilight has dropped that weird request. The hard, steady thud in your chest eases just a little.

                                            >“Mhmm~” Twilight purrs, turning to go seek it out on a nearby shelf, and the sweet sashay of her tail gently swinging with each step of her hindquarters makes your heart jump back up; you’d be lying if a nervous little something wasn’t stirring south of the equator.

                                            >She crouches down, low on her front hooves, apparently eyeing up the bottom shelf and raising her purple behind high, and damn if your traitorous brain doesn’t hone in on the pose like an animal.

                                            >A pose like that makes her look like a beast in heat, begging--

                                            >Twilight’s voice breaks you from your trance.

                                            >“So, Anon?”

                                            >She says, not looking back at you.


                                            >“Before I give you your book, have you decided? Will you give your princess a little kiss?”

                                            >She wriggles her hips, and again that tail sways like a silky, violet pendulum, teasing at what lay behind it.

                                            >Oh. Oh fuck. Forward was one thing, but this? This was too much.

                                            “Uh, I-I don’t know Twilight, I--”

                                            >“Wrong answer.”

                                            >Purple light under you.

                                            >Purple light that sweeps your feet out from under you, putting you on your back, making you gasp, and pulling.

                                            >You see Twilight’s tail sway one more time, but this time without a movement from her cutie marks.

                                            >No, this was catlike; pompous and excited.

                                            >You reach, grab for anything at all that might stop her from pulling you.

                                            >Your clawing hands chance upon a table leg belonging to a heavy oaken table, one covered in heavy books.

                                            >Your hand jolts, but you hold on, and you stop. The table is too heavy!

                                            >You suck in a relieved breath, but it comes out in a whistling gasp as a heavy screech fills the room, the table scraping along the floor as it is pulled with you.

                                            >A particularly hard tug and your grip is yanked loose.

                                            >Twilight hums softly now that that little annoyance was done with. The purple light creeps up your body as you’re dragged, and the alicorn princess spreads her legs, all four of them, welcoming you between them and under her.

                                            >Gulp.

                                            >You feel blood rushing to your face, straddled by Twilight Sparkle, your head laying directly in the sitting zone should the princess decide your face would make a good seat.

                                            >Her tail still hid her cleft, but she’d lifted it just a little, to keep it from being in your face.

                                            >Your first reaction is to grab her hind legs, and shove her off you.


                                            >Foolishly, she isn’t expecting it, and she gives a yelp as your size and proportionate strength have her moving easily--

                                            >HAD her moving easily.

                                            >“No no Anon, that’s not how this is going to work.”

                                            >The purple light races up your arms and into your hands. Smooth as butter, you release her legs through no will of your own.

                                            >She repositions, her tail reaching, dipping to brush and tickle at your face, making you sputter at the silky strands.

                                            >She chuckles at your sputtering, and you gasp as two mounds of princess posterior plop onto your chest. She wriggles the warm mounds of bookworm fat on your chest, her tail still lazily draped over your face, but no longer tickling, only filling your vision with violet hair.

                                            >“Anon, listen to me.” She begins, as if lecturing a small child.

                                            >“You’re going to kiss whatever I tell you to.”

                                            >She grinds her rear into you a little harder, giving you a not-so-subtle hint at where you’ll be putting your lips.

                                            >“If the next words out of your mouth are not, “Yes princess Twilight,” you’ll do it anyway and walk out of here with a couple books and no memory of anything else. Okay?”

                                            >Your heart pounds so hard in your chest you’re positive she must be able to feel it in her behind. You should have taken the warning from AJ more seriously; the idea of magic doing anything at all to you made you damn nervous, so with that in mind, you say

                                            “Yes.. Princess Twilight.”

                                            >You can’t see it, but you can feel the enormous grin spreading on her face.

                                            >“Good.”

                                            >She stands up, gets off you, and lets you up to your knees, but when you try to stand, a ethereal feeling presses your shoulder, not letting you up.

                                            >She backs up until she’s so close you can smell the lilac shampoo she washed her tail with. She backs up until her butt is nearly pressed against your collar, and when you raise your hands to stop her, they’re roughly yanked aside by purple light.


                                            >She’s so close now, you can feel the warmth radiating from her, thick and high, feverish almost. Your head is level with her back.

                                            >“Left one first.” She says, turning herself ever so slightly to make the left flank more accessible.

                                            >Your heart still pounds. You’re nervous, but you do as she says. You lean down, and give her a soft, quick peck on the flank, right above the highest point of the star that was her cutie mark.

                                            >The quick peck over with, you lift your head and peer down her back.

                                            >She doesn’t look back, nor does she say anything. You quickly realize how thick the atmosphere is, how thick with her disappointment it is.

                                            >She sighs in disapproval.

                                            >“Right.” She says, not bothering to keep the irritation from her voice.

                                            >She turns to give you access to righty.

                                            >You lean down and give her another kiss, a matching one for the right cheek. Just a quick peck, the bare minimum to spare your dignity any more injury. But when you lift your head from her cheek, the air grows thicker, moody even, and you notice that she’s standing stock still.

                                            >Her tail swishes once against you chest, a quick twitch of movement, and you sense her utter disdain for your performance. Knowing that a mind wiping might soon be imminent, you panic.

                                            >You dip back down, pressing your lips to her right flank, more forcefully this time. You feel the softness of her right cheek give beneath your lips, and you kiss, breathing in the faint scent of lilac as you kiss the warm flesh about her cutie mark. You don’t dare stop. You kiss again, and again, kissing the three small white stars closest to you.

                                            >She doesn’t say a word, but turns herself, her silky tail brushing against your face before she sticks her left flank in your face again.

                                            >You kiss it, insistently and without prompting. Once, twice, three times. You kiss until you lose count, hoping it will be enough.


                                            >“Ooh~” Twilight coos. “That’s better.” You hear her horn begin to hum, and it makes you afraid, but nothing seems to happen.

                                            >Twilight quivers at the sound of her glowing horn, loosing a soft groan, but she doesn’t stop you. She lets you kiss, occasionally shifting her hips to let you kiss the other cheek when she feels it being neglected.

                                            >This goes on for a few minutes, and you wonder when she’ll finally be satisfied. Princess or no, you don’t think there’s any royal duty that includes “royal ass kisser,” and you’d like to be done and go home and have a cold shower. Trouser Snake was wide awake, and didn’t seem to care about the indignity of all this, the pervert.

                                            >A hint of when she might be satisfied drips onto your knee with a soft patter. You touch it, and your fingers come away slickened.

                                            >Ceasing your royal duty, you lift your hand to inspect the clear fluid slicking two of your fingertips.

                                            >Past your hand, Twilight looks back over her wither at you, but rather than look angry that you’ve stopped she sees you inspecting your hand, and nibbles at her bottom lip.

                                            >Your hand begins to glow, and then your hand presses against your face without your say so.

                                            >The slick, cooling liquid is rubbed against your face by the hand that is no longer your own. You smell it, soft and musky, essence of Twilight.

                                            >It leaves a sticky wetness on a cheek, one eyelid, under your nose and even over your lips. You lick your lips simply out of reflex, and taste exactly what you might think. Sticky, vaguely salty with the barest hints of sweetness.

                                            >“Mhm.” Twi chuckles throatily. “Like it?”

                                            >Your hand slips it’s two wet fingers into your mouth, and you suck them clean of Twilight’s fluids.

                                            >“That was just the appetiser.”

                                            >She pulls your fingers from your mouth and relinquishes control of your hand.


                                            >Her tail stirs. The bottom lifts, and it wraps silkily around your neck, stroking softly, before departing to lift all the way.

                                            >If there was any doubt of where that gooey Twilight goo came from, there wasn’t one now.

                                            >Twilight was soaking beneath that tail.

                                            >Aroused and pink, the folds of her were wide awake and enjoying the attention you were lavishing upon their owner.

                                            >Heat, musky and wet, radiated from the horse pussy in your face.

                                            >The constant humming sound her horn made suddenly made much more sense. A small bead of purple light was slowly stroking her.

                                            >The smell of her was strong with her tail out of the way.

                                            >You can’t help but gasp an aroused breath on her in spite of yourself, and she winks in response, a pink little bean exposing itself before retreating inward a little.

                                            >Ohh in spite of yourself you are positively throbbing.

                                            >“Anon?” Twilight says, as lightly as if she were waking you from a late morning sleeping in.

                                            >“Kiss.”

                                            >You don’t hesitate. Twilight gasps as, mouth open, starving, you dive for that gooey snatch, the hot, liquid flesh giving way for your lips and nose.

                                            >You lap, getting a tongueful of Twilight’s essence, straight from the source, her liquid coating your nose and mouth. You aren’t well versed on Pony anatomy, but your tongue will be a fine way to learn, and with that in mind, you gulp down the fluid and go for another lick--

                                            >But your head is shrouded in purple, and you’re yanked away from the honeypot of Twilight’s nethers.

                                            >“Not there. I can handle that just fine.” She says, not unkindly, the little bead of purple reappearing and giving you a bop on the nose, before dipping under your chin and gently lifting.

                                            >You feel a bead of cooling, liquid Twilight run down your chin, as your eyes behold the puffy ring that was barely visible in the deepest shadows of Twilight’s crack.


                                            >“Yes Anon.” Twilight purrs, making the ponut clench, winking at you. “Be a good little subject, worship your princess while she.. Mmph.” She gives a soft groan as her bead of magic gets back to work. “While she finishes up.”

                                            >Your eyes drift down, where the little bead was doing it’s work. Slowly and expertly rubbing in a way that suggests she’s had a lot of practice with this particular spell.

                                            >You hesitate. You wanted more than anything now to gobble the pony princess, but not her butt. Still you had some misgivings with that particular spot, for reasons that were obvious, but.

                                            >“Anon!” She cries. “Now!”

                                            >Hoping that it won’t be unpleasant like you fear, you kiss her crack, where the shadows began, suggesting the deepest depths.

                                            >Knowing that she wouldn’t be satisfied with that, you kiss again, on the opposite cheek.

                                            >When you hesitate for the barest moment, she begins. “Anooon, don’t you dare stop! Don’t you. Dare!”

                                            >The hum of her horn grows in urgency.

                                            >“Tongue! Use your tongue and get in there!”

                                            >You lick. You run your tongue up the cleft of her ass, performing your royal duty. She steps back, pressing her rear harder against your face, burying your mouth and nose between her cheeks, the soft, muscled mounds of fat pressing against your own cheeks.

                                            >The smell of her was enormous; the lively musk of her aroused snatch drifting up from below, soft, sour hints of trapped sweat, the faint, musty smell of the pillow she had been sitting on, and the lilac shampoo she washed her tail and coat with.

                                            >All of these you could smell with every claustrophobic breath.

                                            >You could taste them even, every time you ran your tongue up the hot, moist, fleshy crack of Twilight’s ass, it assailed your senses.


                                            >Twilight begins to pant at the combined sensation of your working tongue and her magical ministrations. She bent her legs ever so slightly, and that’s when your mouth hovers over the wrinkled ring of Twilight’s asshole.

                                            >She sucks in a breath to command you, but Trouser Snake assumes direct control, and instead of a command, she looses her breath in a hot, steamy gasp, tongue lolling out.

                                            >The ring of muscle is wonderfully supple under your kissing lips, you feel every little wrinkle, and you don’t waste any time dipping your tongue into each wrinkle, running it up and down every one, tasting the depths of Twilight’s ass, the sweaty, musky, delicious essence.

                                            >You rim around the ring’s edges as Twilight moans, her horn getting even higher in pitch, and you sense her getting close.

                                            >You kiss her ponut again, but this time you suck, gently suckling the pliant bud of ponyflesh between your lips. You attack with your tongue, noisily gobbling as you poke at the center, slipping it inside.

                                            >Immediately, Twilight begins to gasp frantically, trembling, and a splurt of steaming hot liquid sprays your chest.

                                            >The alicorn wastes no time. She roughly yanks you with her magic, pulling, Twilight’s asshole being freed from your lips with a meaty pop.

                                            >Purple light pulls your head down, just in time for her to squirt you in the face, with another gush of marejuice. You’re half blinded, but you immediately recognize that taste, that delightfully hot, squishy flesh under your lips when she shoves your mouth against her.

                                            >You suckle like a calf for milk, and Twilight delivers, gasping as she unloads a third gush of syrupy, salty-sweet fluid into your mouth.

                                            >She gasps, and you, not wanting to be a hypocrite, swallow the mouthful Twilight has fed you.


                                            >You don’t realise she’s holding you with her magic until she lets you go, letting you flop onto your back.

                                            >You only lay there, looking up at her, sweaty and tail slightly dishevelled.

                                            >A stray drop of wayward juice runs down her inner thigh, another drips from her onto your chest.

                                            >Giving her an idea, she sits back on your chest, gently this time, and softly grinds herself against you, giving an almost pained whine, wiping herself off on your shirt.

                                            >When she’s dried herself off - your shirt is now wet and smells like Twilight - she stands back up.

                                            >“See? That wasn’t so bad, now was it?”

                                            >Her tail gives your stomach a little tickle, teasing. Her horn lights up, and her magic glows about her mane and tail, primming it back up, smoothing it back down to it’s no-nonsense straightness.

                                            >You shake your head, and she smiles sweetly.

                                            >“Spike is going to be back soon, so that’ll have to be all for today.”

                                            >Your dick winces in disappointment.

                                            >Perhaps it shows in your face, because she adds:

                                            >“But, if you come back, same time tomorrow, we can have another.. Lesson. Okay?”

                                            >You flash her a thumbs up, not quite trusting yourself to speak.

                                            >Twilight uses her magic to open up a couple of windows, and it’s then that you realize the library is rife with the smell of sex. Guess she doesn’t want Spike to be smelling things he’s a little too young for.

                                            >“Now,” She says, and she sounds completely sane now, same old Twilight.

                                            >Almost no hint of what just happened. “About those books you wanted.”


                                            >A couple minutes later, you let yourself out, books in hand to head home and have a cold, cold shower.

                                            >Twilight gave you a copy of Gryphonia: Legends and Fables vol. II, and another that she said you’d “really enjoy.” You flip to the book.

                                            >Consuming Passions: A History of Courtesans, Concubines and Their Modern Counterparts

                                            >You need that cold shower, right now.