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Twilight's Plush Husband

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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“Ah… It's good to be home."

Twilight Sparkle smiled as she walked back up into her castle, the crystal walls flickering lightly with magical energy. She never felt like she was alone there, not when there were so many memories surrounding her.

Yet it was good for the pony to have some alone time too, of course, after visiting the exciting Crystal Empire. Oh, it was a bustling city – and growing too! The crystal ponies were all doing so well under Cadence's rule and Flurry Heart was growing up so quickly. It reminded the alicorn of her foalhood days, though getting to play “Sunshine sunshine" with Flurry Heart warmed her heart.

Still, she hadn't seen Mica in a week and trotted up the stairs to her bedroom, quickly washing up in the shower. The hot water streamed over her, magically heated, and her horn glowed faintly as she enjoyed the wash of it tickling over her coat. It was so nice to be able to relax into it, taking a breath and half-closing her eyes. Yet she wanted to get back to her plush husband sooner rather than later.

The benefit of him being a divinely soft plush, however, was that Mica would wait for her. She didn't have to worry about that, though her hooves ached to, once again, be back in his warm, loving arms.

In the shower, she took her time. There was no rush, as much as she wanted to be back in his arms, to feel the weight of his arm resting over her side. He was so soft to snuggle into and just being away for a few days had left her missing him dearly, like an ache in her chest that could not be filled by anything else.

“Mmmm…"

She murmured softly to herself as she let the hot water rush over her, turning it up just a little as she gave a little shudder under its fall. Everything was right the way it was as she settled there, soaping up in a froth of lavender-scented bubbles, ensuring every last inch of her was clean. Twilight even took the time to clean under her tail and around her sex, wanting to be as fresh as possible for her husband. Their reunion, after she'd been away, was often heated, after all… And she wanted to be ready for it as her tail twitched back and forth, hanging a little more heavily with the weight of the sodden fall of hair there.

The shower did the trick to warm her up and a spell took care of any remaining moisture from her coat and mane as she paced lightly through to her bedchamber. A spark of her horn set up some relaxing, classical music – though it had a bit more of a “punchy" tone to it. In a sense, it perfectly set the scene for her, a warm tingle flowing through her body.

“Hello, hubbo…"

She slipped up on to the bed with her plush husband, nuzzling into his neck and sharing kisses. His soft fabric brushed against her nose as she nudged into his cheek, giggling as her lips brushed his and she trailed her nose down.

“I see you were all comfy up here, Mica," she murmured, nudging his T-shirt and gesturing with a hoof to his comfortable pyjama bottoms too. “I'm glad you're well-rested. Oh, honey, I missed you so much."

Yet Mica could not reply to her, not then, but Twilight knew just how dearly he adored her too. She slipped into bed with him and lay with him, side by side, with Mica spooning her. One of his arms lay over her side so he could hug her and Twilight snuggled back into his touch, relishing in the feel of his soft body against hers. His shirt caught and tugged a little, though that was of no real bother to either of them.

To be there with her lover simply was the best thing in the world. So much so that they simply did not need words to communicate such a thing to each other. She took a breath, her exhale coming more slowly. Oh, it would have been so easy to drift off to sleep right there and then, where she belonged in her plush husband's arms. The covers were mostly pulled over them, leaving her foreleg and his shoulders exposed, though her magical temperature controls, of course, maintained the bedroom temperature at the optimum level for them both.

Everything in her castle home was designed for their comfort, for they were the only two that mattered there. And that was just one more thing Twilight Sparkle loved about coming back home to her castle and husband: just how much it allowed her to slip away from the rest of the world, forgetting that anything troublesome had ever existed in the first place. Of course, being with her family had not been worrisome at all to her, but coming back to sweetness and comfort was exactly what Twilight had needed after a whirlwind of a few days.

“Hm…"

She wriggled, glancing back at him and lightly fluttering her eyelashes, though the mare failed to keep a smile from pulling wickedly at her lips. She rolled over against him, kissing his lips and slipping down a little to nuzzle into his neck, face to face again.

“Sweetheart…" She breathed, her need rising along with that of her plush husband. “You're hard… Did you really miss me that much, darling?"

Of course, he did. Twilight could never question that, not as she imagined him poking her belly and teats with his hard length. Unfortunately, that was not really something Mica could do, but the power of her imagination had never failed her before – so why would Twilight Sparkle ever think that would change?

She could really feel him, his need matching hers as her breath hitched. It was all so real and it allowed her to slip deeper into the moment as she pressed against him, letting him grind against her a little more insistently, though the push of him came more from the shift of her own body. It was a kind of rhythm, however, that they both knew well.

“Oh… Mica…"

She moaned lightly as she arched back against him, wanting to show her plush husband just how much she wanted him – that she needed him just as much as he needed her in that moment. His “hardness" bumped into her belly and slipped up between her teats, though it would have been beyond Twilight to slip even deeper into her own mental world. Mica was right there with her and she wanted more of him.

“Mmm, Mica, you always know exactly when I'm in need. Babe, please…"

There was no doubt at all in her mind about their shared connection as she gave him her best “come hither" look and nuzzled down his front, slowly using a spark of her magic to undress him. Slowly, his shirt came up over his head, lifting his plush arms to slide them out of the sleeves, though she took care of the pyjama bottoms and eased them all the way down off his feet. The bedsheets shifted along with her and eased off his body, exposing every inch of his delectably soft, plush form.

Mica was as large as she was – well, he would have been six-foot if he was standing. Unless she used magic to support him, his plush body was not quite solid enough to stand alone, though neither of them minded that in the slightest. With gentle eyes, he drew her in to him, though she couldn't help inhaling slightly. The lightest whiff of cologne, one of her favourites on him, caught her nose as she breathed in. Of course, that was something Twilight applied for him, so Mica always smelled divine, but she adored that natural, plush scent too. It was inherently him and she wouldn't have wanted to change that either.

“I know you waited up here just for me, handsome," she breathed, though the pony had only one thing in mind as she gently fixed a harness around his hips and thighs, ready for a toy to be slid into place. “Mmm… I want you, sweetheart. It doesn't feel right without you."

She moaned and nuzzled down to his crotch, though her plush husband, currently, was not anatomically correct. Maybe that was something she could think about later, but Mica was perfect the way he was – at least for her. Yet she imagined she could feel him twitching and grinding against her as she kissed and nuzzled tenderly over his crotch, letting the tip of her tongue sweep down to his inner thighs.

She could imagine just how sensitive he would be to her touch, though her tail flagged and lifted, exposing her sex. Oh, she was in need, though Mica would take care of her, she was more than sure about it. As he warmed to the heat of her body, she turned around on top of him, lifting her tail even higher and presenting her mare-sex to his face.

With a little magic, she propped him up slightly so that his torso was lightly raised and his head was up against the pillows. It put Mica at just the right position for her to gently grind back against his face as he gave her “oral." Of course, there was no tongue within his mouth and only the lips on his face, but it was everything she wanted. Moaning, she rolled her hips back against him, luxuriating in the press of his teasing caress on her twitching folds. Her clit swelled, pushing out at the bottom of her folds, making it all the easier for him to give her all the attention she craved from him.

“Ah… Yes, Mica… Yes…" She moaned, her tongue pushing lightly out over her lower lip, saliva cooling on her lips. “Just like that… Oh, love… Yes… That feels so good!"

She arched her back a little so she could push her hips up a little more, her tail flicking back and forth about her husband's head. How did he always manage to hit just the right spots with her? Twilight could not help but be forever in awe of that, but, then again, she wouldn't have wanted to be with anyone else but him.

She panted heavily, nostrils flaring as she pulled in needy breaths, her flanks heaving as she drew in all that she could. He did such wonderful things to her and she couldn't do anything other than grind back at him, the gentle brush of her long tail hairs flicking over his head. Sometimes, she wondered exactly what Mica felt from her when they were together, wishing she could experience everything they did together from the other side. Maybe there was somewhere in another world where she was a plush wife and Mica was a husband to her still, just like that? She giggled faintly, though it was hardly any time for her mind to wander like that.

Twilight, however, still wouldn't have had things any other way, for it was her life and her world: her lived experience.

“Mmm, Mica… That feels nice… Mmm…"

She hummed happily as pink magic sparked from her horn, fluttering her wings against her back. She sometimes forgot about them when they were there, but the soft feathers still added an extra note of sensation that grounded her in the moment. Still, nothing could have taken the pony away from her plush husband and the sensation of his soft, gentle lips teasing against her cunny.

Her folds twitched and pulled up, winking in that fashion that was decidedly equine in nature. There was simply nothing else in the slightest it could be compared to, though she enjoyed the sensation. It was such a physical demonstration of her need that it had her biting her lower lip less than delicately, digging her teeth into it. Yet she did not press down hard enough to break the skin, relishing in the pressure for only a few moments longer.

“Mmmm…"

She put a little more of an arch into her back, lusting for the feel of his lips against her pussy. He kissed her down there so gently and her cheeks flushed, a simmering heat spreading deliciously through her body. With a needy little moan, she blushed harder and turned her cheek to the bed, though there was no denying the warmth of her body, how desperately she wanted to share that greater intimacy with her.

Yet her need was great and she didn't want to stay there for too long. It didn't feel right that she was the only one getting pleasure when he lay there under her. That had never been the kind of relationship Twilight had wanted, always caring for her partner as much or more than they cared for her.

“Sweetheart…"

Twilight just wanted to make Mica feel good too, to let him know exactly how important he was to her and how much he meant to her. That was the very least she could do for him, although she was sure Mica would never fully know just how much he had changed her life.

Nothing would have been the same without him.

With the harness in place, they were ready for more, though she almost begrudged sliding the dildo into place, locking the base in at the front of the harness. It cut off his body from her touch, ever so slightly, and she just wanted to feel the full length of him pressed against her, with no distance at all between their bodies. Yet the dildo and harness helped them be closer too, so she allowed it. They could always find other ways to play if that didn't feel right to them at any point.

Within the dildo was a cum tube also, which allowed her to add an extra note of reality to the experience that didn't require her magic. She rolled her head lightly from shoulder to shoulder as she tried to regain a little of her senses, coming back to some manner of control in herself.

Not that she truly needed it, for all her attention was on her plush husband as she kissed his stomach tenderly and worked her way back up again. There was no point in nuzzling into the dildo, for it was not truly a part of him, but a way in which they could become closer still. Like much else in their lovemaking, it was a tool that benefitted them when they were together.

The cum tube also was a little something extra that would have a wonderful end for her, imagining his seed racing deep inside her. Twilight huffed hotly, lips parted and her tongue pushing out softly over her lower lip, as she straddled him, her mind already racing.

How hot would it be if they were actually able to have a foal together? Her thoughts flickered wantonly through her head as she ground back against the dildo, feeling the hard length grind against her folds, pushing up against the dock of her tail. She could almost imagine just how his sperm would swim through her womb, seeking her tubes and the egg on its way down to her womb. Maybe “seeing that" in her mind's eye with a kind of X-ray vision wasn't the sort of thing every pony would get off on, but her enjoyment was purely her own in that case.

“Mmm… Oh, Mica!"

She moaned and raised her hips a little, using her magic to angle the toy so the rounded head teased against her folds, lightly indenting them. There was nothing about the moment that demanded rough play and Twilight felt more than free to take all the time she needed as she slowly sank on to the shaft, as her plush husband pushed inside her.

“Ohhhh!"

Her moan echoed lightly off the castle walls where there were fewer wall hangings, though Twilight was too caught up in the moment to mind or care. She rocked her hips, riding on top of her sweetheart as she pleased them both. There was little to think about in terms of the mechanics of sex, though her heart surged to be so close to her partner all over again, her heart pounding as she ground down a little more.

“You feel so good inside me, stud," she whispered breathily, though she could barely raise her voice with all the emotion clutching her throat. “I want more… Please. All of you, everything."

Yet he was there for her as she rocked her hips, slowly and lustfully impaling more and more of her pussy on his shaft. Seeing her brother and his family had made her wonder just what it would be like to have all that for herself too, the sweetness of seeing a little filly or colt grow up big and strong. She could pass on so much of her magic to them and her learning – and, of course, teach them all about friendship!

That was something, through her intense focus on her studies, that she hadn't had in her foalhood. And it would be amazing to bring the magic of friendship to a little one that was her own – hers and her husband's, of course.

“Mmmph…"

She shuddered, ears twitching. Words wanted to leap to her lips, but Twilight just didn't have the presence of mind to give them life. Her mind swirled, pleasantly foggy as she rocked on his shaft, grinding all the way down to the base as her folds stretched around it. Her pussy hugged his length sweetly as she rose and fell on him, enjoying the moment as she angled her hips to grind a little more against her G-spot.

“Ohhh!"

She didn't want to stop herself from crying not, not even like that. Mica just hit all the right spots inside her and she ducked her head, trying to contain herself as she rocked through too many emotions. Need flared within her and her horn sparked off with errant magic – magic that even she didn't want to control. Why hide just how good her lover made her feel when he was buried deep inside her?

And there were other sensations at play too as she pushed all the way down, her rump resting against his soft, plush body. Made from minky fabric, he was so very soft and even the light brush and tickle of him against her rump had her shivering, adding yet another note of sensation to an already delicious encounter.

He squashed a little, however, as she ground down against him, losing herself more and more to her fantasy of being taken by him truly. Yet his body always sprung back up against hers and the bed creaked under them, even though it was magically reinforced so Twilight never had to worry about it breaking in the night. That was one of the silly fears from her foalhood days that, honestly, had never really gone away.

But she relished in the moment, her tail flicking back and forth as she languished in the moment, needing only that. She only needed Mica, her sweetheart, and she moaned open-mouthed as her eyes fell half-lidded.

She wanted him, but she wanted more. His seed, his essence: flowing up inside her body, seeking her eggs. It was so very easy for Twilight to lean back into that fantasy, imagining just how easily he could impregnate her. It would change the entire course of their lives together and she leaned down against him, her legs on either side of his hips and thighs while she rested her bodyweight on top of him.

“Mmmm… Mica," she breathed, ever so slightly dizzy with arousal. “I want you so much… You do so much for me, you are everything to me. I want you to take me, to fill me… Even to breed me!"

Oh, that sounded like such a naughty word for her – and yet it could still have been a technical one from one of her textbooks! Their bodies fit perfect and she huffed hotly through flared nostrils as she snuggled down into him, taking a moment to shiver and compose herself. Nuzzling into his neck, Twilight whimpered and squeezed him between all four of her legs, hugging her plush husbands as close to her as she could get him. That was one more benefit of the dildo too and the harness: they could experience that intimacy, both revelling in the throes of passion that were hard-placed to secure otherwise.

It was so nice to have him fully pressed up against her, her body stretching down against his, from crotch to chest. It really felt like they were perfectly sized for one another, though Twilight would have gone even further as to say that they were made for one another. She nickered a little, letting out something more of a pony-like sound, wishing her husband could wrap his arms around her as tightly as she wanted him to.

Still, she squeezed her legs around him, kissing his lips and pressing deep, savouring the push of his shaft inside her. Her sex drooled her own arousal around it, easing and slickening the path for his length, though her excitement grew. Such fluttering need inside her could not be set aside so easily and Twilight rose a little higher, once more, with a moan.

Standing over him once more, even though her legs mildly trembled, she rocked and ground on the shaft, though she was still close enough to his face for her to kiss and nibble tenderly at his lips. Letting out soft little grunts and groans, Twilight pushed her hips down and forced herself to flex her hocks, just so she could get him a little more deeply inside her.

“Yes… Yes, Mica," she breathed, ears twitching as her tail lashed the air. “That's right, that's the spot!"

She bucked her hips more furiously, letting love simmer along with lust. There was nothing quite like a pony's raw need, after all, and her plush husband would already have been more than aware of that. His shaft dragged back and forth inside her with every buck of her hips, although there was no stopping the grind of his length over her G-spot, making sparks of pleasure shoot through her nervous system.

Every nerve ending in the mare's body tingled as if had been electrified, though Twilight Sparkle wouldn't have had it any other way. There was no one, after all, who could make her feel just as he did – and she had everything exactly the way she wanted it. She always had him, her sweet husband, to make her feel better and to give her something no one else in the world possibly could.

So, she moaned as she worked herself up near into a frenzy, panting heavily as her flanks heaved with every breath she snatched into her lungs. Pumping her hips up and down, her fluids clung to the dildo as she pounded it deep into her pussy, clenching around it. Yet she was not privy to the delightfully slick sheen marking the toy, even as she readied her hoof on the pump that sent cum down the tube.

Not quite yet, however. She drew out her pleasure a little more, her clit pulsing faintly as her pussy tried, even then, to “wink" around his shaft. Losing herself, all Twilight could think about was how fervently his sperm would seek the egg within her, how he would seed her and take her – only to have her belly swell with their foal in the months to come.

“Ohhhh… Yes!" She moaned, lips parted, not even able to close her mouth as she rocked back more and more desperately. “Yes… I need… Need…"

But Twilight couldn't get the words out she wanted to as she cried out sharply, her head flung back. She trembled on the edge of orgasm, grunting in the back of her throat, and she moaned through it, riding out the moment. For it was the precipice of that devout pleasure that she yearned for almost as much as orgasm itself, knowing that it was only her plush husband who could make her feel that way.

Mica, her sweet Mica.

Her pussy clenched hard around him and rippled, as if she was trying to milk that cum from her sweetheart. Yet that was the very thing that would set her off as she rocked her hips and, finally, pressed down on the pump that would unleash the creamy fluid, straight down the cum tube and into her pussy.

“Ah! Yes!"

She felt every warm shot of it ploughing into her body, splashing up against her inner walls, although it had been warmed by her own proximity to the small storage chamber in the bed. Her plush husband seemed to thrust up under her as the bed bounced, though it was Twilight doing everything. As the warm “semen" poured into her, she imagined her belly bloating out cutely from a load that was too much even for her body to hold, though that was impossible. Sadly, for Twilight, the chamber at the end of the cum tube would not be large enough to make such a thing.

Her fantasies were powerful, however, and she imagined he was impregnating her, right there in that very moment. Her belly could swell, in that case, with a foal shifting inside her womb – and she could have everything in the world she wanted with her sweetheart and more.

“Mmmm… Yes… Yes… Oh, it's so much, babe!"

Twilight groaned and rocked back – and then jolted at the very moment orgasm pummelled her body.

“Ohhhhh!"

Her cry broke into a whinny as she trembled and let climax roll through her, though her plush companion was still orgasming in that moment. With every pump, more seed still poured into her, filling her up as she dreamed about it forcing its way up into her womb, pouring by her cervix as she held all if it inside her.

The moment was for her, for them, as she rocked her hips back and groaned, her head lowered so her cheek pressed to her husband's, as close as they could possibly be. Even though there was barely any true bulge to her stomach, she grunted and shifted her hips, feeling the weight of it slosh about inside her, her body ready to receive every last drop.

“Mmm…"

She hummed softly, pleasure rolling through her in waves, though even the ecstasy of her own climax had to simmer down sooner or later. She slumped over her husband with her head on his chest as she groaned, relaxing a little more as her hind legs splayed out on either side of his legs, spreading further than they had before.

Oh, the weight in her belly was so lovely and she allowed a little of his seed to trickle from her pussy, drooling down the length of the shaft. Her magical control over her own body, however, helped her keep the rest of it inside her body, right where she wanted it. There was no better place for her to hold “his" cum, after all, and Twilight always had the final say on things like that.

“Mmm, honey," she breathed, lifting her head to kiss his lips again, though the pony was aware her hair was all mussed up, heat flushing her cheeks pinkly. “That was amazing… You make me feel so good. I hope I always make you feel as good as you make me feel, sweetheart. Always… Always and forever."

She murmured as she pressed against him, letting the dildo slip from her in a wet “pop." A little of the fluid splattered from it, though messy sex wasn't something Twilight was honestly all that worried about, considering things. She could just use a quick spell, not even really having to think about it in the slightest, to clean up any mess – and everything would be fine, all back to normal.

She liked feeling his “mess" on her, at least a little, however. It made it all the more real to her as she nuzzled down to his neck.

“I love you so much," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Always stay with me, sweetie. For I want you with me always."

Mica had little to say to her, quietly resting under her as Twilight slipped to the side of him. And yet his arm seemed to “hug" around her in just the right place as she snuggled back into her rightful place at his side, her head on his chest. Her belly shifted a little uncomfortably with the extra weight inside her, though that was an ample reminder of what had come to pass between them.

Magicking the dildo and harness away with a little clean-up spell, she snuggled in close, letting her eyelids pull down. Everything was so heavy and warm and Twilight yawned as she used a flutter of purple magic to pull up the covers over them once more. She didn't even remember pushing them down in the first place, though the pony supposed it had all happened rather naturally during the moment.

She sent out a trickle of her magic as her husband's seed leaked from her pussy, marking her folds. It was a nice sensation, but she wouldn't like to wake the next morning feeling slick and wet and messy like that: it just wasn't Twilight's thing. The spell sucked up the mess of fluids, leaving a little inside her where it would not easily drool from her in the night but brushing tenderly over her soft sex to make sure there were no sticky, drying patches left. As tiredness pulled at her, she swept the spell out over the bed too, cleaning up the residual sweat from their activities and any more cum lube that had leaked out.

The time for words was passed that night and there was no more that needed to be said. Not as she languished there, her tail flicking lightly, settling down into a deeper and deeper slumber. There was no better place to be as she sighed, her breathing becoming slower and deeper, more even with every passing moment. Luna's moon hung in the night sky, keeping quiet watch over the pony world and proceedings.

“I love you…"

The words slipped from her lips with her last breath before true sleep consumed her, her body warm and relaxed after the fun she'd shared with her husband. Safe in her castle with the one she loved, Twilight had everything in the world she could ever have wanted.