Twixie: I've seen what you like to do to your plushie. *blushes*
But I"m more curious to know what you'd do with her if you were actually with the real pony. :3
Actually, the messy things I've done with brushable figures you've seen are things I'd never do with my Twilight plushie. I did cum on my plushie once and quickly learned that minky fabric is just insanely difficult to clean. I did manage to get her perfectly clean again, but it took about four and a half straight hours of careful meticulous cleaning work to do it. After that I swore I'd never get even so much as a drop of pre-cum on her again, and I've stuck to that. I do still make love to her a few times a week, but all that involves is cuddling and kissing her while I clop and rubbing my cock back and forth between her back legs while gently squeezing them together (you have no idea how good minky fabric feels against your skin if you've never tried it). I always pull her off me before I cum though (I like pulling her up onto my chest and kissing her while I cum) and I'm extremely careful about keeping her 100% spotlessly clean through the whole process.
So in spite of what you may have thought I actually am extremely careful about making sure my plushie never gets even the slightest bit dirty. ^_^
But to answer your actual question, what I'd do if I ever got to be with Twilight the real pony...
I'd definitely want to keep it very sweet, gentle, and romantic. I'd love to spend a good long time cuddling and kissing with her, stroking her mane and treating her very lovingly before we got to the actual sex. Once things got a bit more intimate I'd start off by laying her down on her back, kissing all the way down from her mouth, to her chest, then her tummy, and finally making my way down to her sweet purple and pink flower. I'd spend what would seem like a small eternity licking her out, pleasing her with my tongue as much as she wanted and making sure she came at least once before we took things any further. The challenging part would just be trying not to drool all over myself the entire time, as I'm sure she'd taste absolutely wonderful. Like lavender and honey with a hint of vanilla I've always imagined. I'd swallow and cherish every single drop of her sweet mare juice as she got wetter and wetter throughout the experience. I'd also love to slide my tongue down and twirl it around her plot hole here and there during my affectionate oral administrations, but whether or not I did would depend entirely on whether she enjoyed that or not. My primary goal the entire time would be nothing but bringing her as much pleasure as I possibly could. Whatever Twilight wanted she would get.
Once she had gotten all the licking she wanted it would be up to her what position she was in when I slid myself into her tight (but hopefully loosened just a touch from all the licking and her first orgasm of the night) little furnace of marehood. If she wanted to keep resting on her back so she could just lay back and enjoy it that would be wonderful, but I think I'd enjoy it the most if she decided to climb on top while I rested back so she could ride me at just the depth and speed that felt best for her. Either way I'd stare lovingly into her beautiful purple eyes the entire time, watching them glaze over with pleasure as we both worked each other closer and closer to climax. Then when the moment finally came I'd embrace her tightly in my arms, kiss her with the intensity of a thousand collapsing stars, and finally crumple down onto the bed together in a entertwined pile of spent sweat drenched pony and human. I'd lay there with her, still staring into her eyes, and whisper softly to her how wonderful she was. Enjoying the deep earthy scents of our love making still hanging heavily in the air. Running my fingers up and down her body in all the spots she loved the most and making her feel the most peaceful and content she's ever known, until we both drifted off to sleep together. And I would know bliss like few ever will.
I have an online friend who is kinda crazy over the Monkees too.
