Body Swapping and Mutual Clopping

"How nice of you to come by, honey!" Twilight Velevet smiled, gesturing with a hoof for Spike to come in. Not that he was Spike right now, he was Twilight. From her coat to her hooves to her mane to a pair of purple contacts he'd picked up in Canterlot, he was Twilight through and through.

"Hey, mom," Spike smiled, giving her a kiss on the cheek as he walked in. Cheeky, but it helped to sell the lie. Something about him felt bad as he did that, as if it was taboo to be pretending, but ah well, this was gonna be fun. "How have you been lately? Have you heard from Shining and Cadance much?"

"Oh, your brother's been very busy over in the Crystal Empire, I doubt I hear any more from him than you do! Must be difficult for them, what with Flurry Heart growing up and Cadance and him still trying to establish relations with the changelings and yaks." Before she had a chance to dwell on the subject, she waved him further in. "Come on, your father's in the kitchen, he'll be glad to see you!"

So, there was his target. Spike had given a little consideration as to how he was going to go about this on the way over, and he had concluded that the best thing to do would be isolating Night Light. For that, he'd have to either hope that Twilight Velvet went out for a while, or somehow lure Twilight's father away. Of course, he'd have to keep in character the entire time.

He'd left the remote at the castle, not seeing how it could help him with with this without potentially making things worse, and he only hoped that Twilight didn't do something silly with it while he was gone. Not that he didn't trust her, just that when she found out about this...

It was a risk he was willing to take just to see her face, and part of him was curious about what he'd do next when she discovered just how far he'd gone to one up her. Walking in slow, gentle strides, Spike made his way to the kitchen with his supposed mother, seeing Twilight's father stood at the far side of the kitchen, flipping a pancake in a frying pan.

"Sweetheart!" he said, laying down the pan and walking over to give her a nuzzle, resting a hoof over her back. Spike inhaled his mane, he couldn't help it. Something about this body made male scents so enticing, so irresistible, he just had to smell each one he came across. He'd wondered if there was any way to amplify his own scent, and even considered casting a spell, but he imagined that if Night Light's nose worked anything like his, he'd realise when his 'daughter' was getting turned on.

"How have you been, dad? Still eating well, I see," Spike said with a grin, gesturing to the pan and the stacked plate to the side, five glistening pancakes sitting atop. "Fancy making a couple extra for your favourite daughter?"

"You're my only daughter, Twilight," Night Light laughed, nonetheless nodding at the question.

"Doesn't change the fact of the matter, does it? I'm still your favourite," he purred, his tone a little more sultry than usual, a wink punctuating his statement.

Night Light seemed to freeze up at this for a second, and Spike could swear that if he had a collar, he'd be tugging at it right now. "R-right, two extra pancakes it is."

When he turned around, Spike tried to get a glimpse to see if his bedroom eyes had been enough to get him going, but he still seemed to be firmly sheathed. Maybe this wouldn't be so easy after all.

Spike used the time he had as Night Light cooked to carefully consider his next step. He'd only have a couple of hours to seal the deal, so he had to act fast. Otherwise, Twilight would wonder where he was this evening. He nodded and said the occasional 'yes' to Twilight Velvet as she rattled on about some random thing, but if it wasn't for how he knew that going after Twilight's dad was the best bet, he'd be ogling at her.

Like Twilight, her mother was smoking hot. She had the same body type, she'd barely been affected by age, and her colour scheme was downright beautiful. Getting in bed with Night Light was a gateway to fucking both of them, so he knew that his work would pay off, but first he had to work out how.

"—and we were thinking of converting your old bedroom into a study in future, if you don't mind? I know you've always said we can use the space however we want, but I still wanted to ask if you were alright with it. What do you think, Twilight?"

Hearing Twilight's name pulled Spike back into the conversation, and he paused mid-obligatory nod, something clicking into place in his head as he realised how he could turn this situation to his advantage. "Sure," he replied, a small smile on his lips, "but would it be alright if me and dad went up there and saw about what I wanted to keep first? We could box some stuff up to move over to the castle, maybe."

"That sounds like a delightful idea!" Velvet nodded, looking to her husband. "Night Light, honey, would you mind going to the bedroom with Twilight after we've finished eating?"

Night Light didn't seem to have his head in the conversation up until that point, as he looked rather flustered when he turned around. "To the bedroom?" he repeated, looking at Spike as he smiled sweetly in his direction. "What for?"

"Twilight's old bedroom," Velvet explained, realising that her wording might have confused him. " She said that she's happy for us to convert it, but wants to pack away some of her things. You don't mind helping her with that, do you, dear?"

"Oh, of course not!" Night Light beamed, his body seeming to relax. "Let's get these pancakes down our necks first, and then we can look at sorting that out for you, alright, sweetheart?"

"Great! Thanks, dad, I really appreciate it." Spike leaned back in his chair, exposing a little more of his alicorn body as he spread out his wings. "Is everything still up there? Even the bed?"

"Yes, nothing's been touched, but disassembling and packing away the bed sounds like a lot of work on the full stomach. Do we need to do that right now?"

"Oh no," Spike grinned, shaking his head. "The last thing I want to do is put the bed away right now..." He let those words hang as once again Night Light seemed to become rigid, and Spike wondered if he was finally beginning to catch the undertones of his apparent daughter's words.

"W-well, I suppose we could leave it up. Were you planning to stay the night?"

"No... but it still might get a little use," Spike grinned, her eyes narrowing, seeming to look Night Light in place as he fumbled for a response, the sizzle of lightly burning pancakes in the background not distracting him from his daughter's gaze.

"Whatever do you mean?" Velvet interjected, looking a little confused.

Oh, shit. Spike had completely forgotten they weren't alone in the room. "Uhh, I might have a nap a little later, that's all! You guys wouldn't mind, would you?"

"Oh, of course not, honey. It's still your room, after all! Might as well use it while it's there."

Spike planned to, just not in the way Velvet had in mind. His mind started to race as he imagined pulling Night Light in there, sucking and fucking him, and then sending him to fetch Velvet to finish him off, all the while neither of them knowing that it wasn't even their daughter all along. Would Twilight tell them, he wondered, or would she own it as if she had done it herself?

He was distracted from his pondering by a pair of pancakes being placed in front of him, syrup draped on top of them. Spike licked his lips, looking down at the plate. "Thanks! Say, have you got any nice garnets that I could put with this?"

"Garnets?" Night Light repeated, befuddled. "You mean the gemstones?"

"Garnishes!" Spike all but yelled, realising his mistake. Ponies didn't eat gemstones, dragons did. "Sorry, like I said, tired."

Luckily, it seemed to wash, as neither of them had inquisitor's stares on their faces. "Do you know if we have any blueberries left, dear?"

"I'll go and look now, two seconds."

Turns out that they did have blueberries. No gemstones, but it was still a nice touch. Night Light was as good a cook as Spike remembered from when he had lived in Twilight's childhood home, and that meant to say that the pancakes were scrumptious, every bite only a subtle invitation to take another. He was glad that he only had two on his plate, even if they were quite fluffy and thick, because the last thing he wanted to do right now was overfill. Well, not on food, at least.

The three of them ate in relative silence, though every now and then, Spike brushed his tail against Night Light's leg under the table. He looked at him once or twice as if to question it, but each time, Spike feigned ignorance, acting as if he didn't know why Night Light was looking at him in such a way.

Eventually, he got a little more adventurous, and did the same thing with a hoof, slowly rubbing it up and down her father's hind leg, obscured from Velvet's view. Again, he gave her a questioning look, perhaps slightly alarmed, but the fact that he didn't say anything when he very well could have was testament to the fact that he was enjoying it, and that told Spike a lot.

Night Light wasn't an idiot, after all, just as you'd expect from someone who raised a pony like Twilight, and surely he was beginning to piece together just what his daughter wanted, even if it blew his mind, even if it was something he had never even considered before now. Spike knew that the moment he went upstairs with him, it would be with the knowledge that his daughter was being extremely affectionate towards him. That meant if he did go ahead with it, rather than making some excuse, he wanted things to progress.

Spike was silently hoping that he'd rub him back already, but no such luck. While he sat there and took it without a word, even seeming to sigh and relax into the gentle caress, he made no actions in return, whether from worry or respect for his wife.

Spike would get him over that eventually, it was only a matter of time.

Plates were cleared, and everyone appeared to be satisfied with their meal, Night Light especially so, who wore a healthy glow. "That was lovely," Spike announced, pushing his chair back and moving to stand, being sure to very briefly expose himself just before he stood, knowing his 'father's eyes followed. "Thanks very much for dinner, daddy."

Maybe he was pushing it now, but he didn't care. Night Light's face had a touch of crimson to it as he stood, and there was no hiding the semi-erect cock he now fostered, much bigger even at that level than Spike had expected. There was no question about it, if you teased a stallion enough, he'd get hard, whether you were his daughter or not.

"Y-you're welcome, sweetheart." He hid behind a blush, his eyes shifting away from her and over to Velvet as if to say 'your mother's in the room!' but Spike barely took heed. He was almost having too much fun to care, but he did need to be careful.

"So, if you're ready, did you want to come up to my room with me?" Spike tried to keep his wording as suggestive as possible without overtly saying anything, just enough for Night Light to get the hint but all of it to float straight over Velvet, and it seemed to work.

"Y-yes, we should probably get to that now."

Gosh, he was like putty in his hooves! It was almost too easy, the stallion being reduced to a stuttering horny colt from just a little effort on his part; he'd have to awaken the stern father he knew he could be, but that meant misbehaving a little first...

Spike made sure to take to the stairs first, Night Light behind him, and now that Velvet was out of the picture, her last words a shout of 'you two have fun up there!', Spike didn't have to worry about taking it slow, raising his tail and giving Night Light a full view of his slick pussy, surely shining in the light as he prowled up the stairs with bounce after bounce of his ass, aware that his 'father's eyes were on him the whole way.

Spike reached the bedroom, heading inside and finding that Twilight's father quickly followed, still staring at her body as if he was obsessed with it all of a sudden. "You see something you like?" Spike asked, wiggling his hips as he looked back at Night Light. "Come on, you can tell me..."

"It's wrong, Twilight. You can't be acting like this around me, I'm your father for crying out loud! What would your mother think?" Night Light didn't really raise his voice, even when he was angry, just adopted a scolding tone that would make most ponies tuck their tails and apologise. Unfortunately, this wasn't Twilight he was speaking to, and Spike was no pony.

"Oh, so you just followed me up here to tell me off? And is that why your cock's hard, too?" Spike pointed with a hoof, causing Night Light to turn to the side, obscuring his view.

"Enough about that! You kept rubbing me at the table, what do you expect?"

"Oh?" Spike smirked. "You're sure it isn't my young pussy that's got you so interested? I still look like I did when I left home, don't I, daddy?"

"It most certainly is not that! You're beautiful, Twilight, but I don't look at you that way, and I never have." He said so with his lips, but as Spike stretched out his body, showing himself off, his cock tapped against his stomach in protest. "Now, if you'd stop behaving so terribly, I'd be very appreciative."

"Behaving badly?" Spike questioned, rubbing a hoof against his chin as he gave Night Light the cutest eyes he could muster. "Oh, I could be much worse..." He took a few steps towards him, intent on touching him for the first time, but at the last moment, another idea took hold, and he turned his back.

Climbing up onto the nearby bed, Spike began to slowly bounce, making sure to keep his tail lifted as he jumped around. "Is this bad behaviour, daddy? Do you remember when I used to do this as a filly when I was meant to be sleeping? Except back then, I didn't have this big, full ass to jiggle around, and it's not sleeping that I wanna do..."

"Honestly, Twilight, I don't know what has gotten into you..." Night Light trailed off, gulping as he watched the rise and fall of his daughter's ass. He took a couple of steps closer, then faltered.

"That's the problem!" Spike whined, waving his tail back and forth as he bent down low on his forelegs. "Nothing's gotten into me, and I want something in me... Something long and thick, something that created me..." Spike didn't know where this was coming from, but fuck did it seem to be doing the trick for both of them, him only becoming more wet as Night Light was gradually won over, walking closer and closer to the bed as his resistance crumbled.

"Twilight..." Night Light panted, shifting from one hoof to another. "What about your mother?"

"Would she really mind sharing with her daughter if it made me happy?" Spike asked, batting his eyelids as he looked back at Night Light, gesturing for him to come closer. "Come fuck me, daddy. You know you want to, I can see it in your eyes..."

"I..." Night Light reached the foot of the bed, reaching forwards and putting a hoof against Spike's ass, giving it a light jiggle and admiring the give. Spike could understand it, too, there was a lot to admire. "You're a very bad girl, Twilight."

"If I'm such a bad girl, then why don't you punish me, hmm?" Spike swatted his face with his tail, leaning back and pushing his ass closer to Night Light. "Go on, give me a spank. I deserve it for being so naughty..."

Spike was partially surprised by the fact that he didn't have to ask twice, but most of his shock came from the force of the blow as it resounded against his ass, the flesh gently shaking as he felt his pussy throb from the vibration. For such a gentle pony, who could have guessed the Night Light had such a hard smack?

Again and again he bared down on her ass, the sharp sound of hoof meeting supple flesh ringing out as he left a red mark on Spike's cheeks, eventually desisting and opting to run his hooves over her bodacious curves, feeling every inch of her as if for the first time.

"You've always been so beautiful..." Night Light whispered in her ear, another lighter smack jostling his body as he began to feel over his barrel, moving up to his withers. "I can't believe you're doing this to me..."

"Seems like you're—smack!—doing this to yourself—smack!—d-daddy..."

"Right, that's enough out of you..." Night Light towered over Spike, drawing closer to him as he pushed him further onto the bed, keeping his ass lifted in the air. "You want to be fucked like a dirty little slut, Twilight? You can have what you want."

"Yeah, fucking give it to me..." Spike was enjoying being in character so much that he was starting to wonder if he even was in character. Maybe this was a facet of his personality come out to play, when he'd never been able to fully experience in his own body, but under the right circumstances and stimuli felt completely right to him. Right now, Spike was a slut that was about to experience a hard cock in his pussy for the first time, and he couldn't fucking wait.

Another smack, hard and true against the red mark, but this time it wasn't Night Light's forehoof, but his cock. "Language..." he growled in her ear, using his magic to line up his cock with the entrance to Spike's pussy, pushing it against it and then slowly teasing her folds by rubbing it up and down, smearing it in her juices. With how wet Spike was, there was no way they'd need lube, but being broken in by such a thick cock was a little scary, even if it was an exciting anticipation.

Even so, Night Light didn't push forwards, only teasing him by hovering right on the edge of entry, even rubbing his tip against Spike's clit and gently nibbling at his ear as he pushed down hard against the button, hard enough that he would have slid right into her if he'd been angled against his slit.

He pulled back, and before Spike had a chance to voice his impatience, he felt what he'd been waiting for all along. Inch by inch, Night Light pushed his way inside, filling Spike almost completely with cock as he bucked his hips, not taking it nearly as slow as he should have, either due to his impatience and anger or eagerness to just fuck her already. Spike couldn't help but cry out, the feeling pleasure and pain mixed into a cocktail that he couldn't drink enough of, a light twitch of his pussy against Night Light's cock reminding him that he had a little control too.

He decided to test that, clenching his pussy and waiting for Night Light's reaction, only to hear a groan in his ear as he began to fuck into him, keeping a steady pace as his hooves dug firmly into the mattress, Spike splayed out and barely able to think, let alone speak as his tongue lulled from his mouth, his eyes half-lidded as he received his first pounding, his pussy being repeatedly filled with cock and sending fireworks through his body.

Any care or consideration Night Light might have had for either his wife or his daughter seemed to go out of the window as he worked himself into a rhythm, the only thing on his mind fucking and dominating the naughty filly that had wound him so tight, making her his. It showed with how he slammed into Spike, how he held his head down to muffle his moans as he broke one of the oldest, worst taboos.

Spike was finding it difficult to hold on, wondering if he'd cum or pass out first, paying close attention to the now familiar burn of his horn as he began to worry about what Twilight had mentioned before, the very real possibility of firing a dangerous beam during orgasm. That wouldn't happen to him, would it?

Eh, it wasn't like they were keeping this room anyway, and what was he going to do about it now, with Twilight's father on top of him? He was going to lay there and get fucked, rather than caring about the ramifications, that was what.

The mental picture of it all was so filthy, and Spike only appreciated it fully when he caught it in the bedroom's mirror, seeing Night Light thrust into the perfect image of his daughter, watching them screw, watching the way he gyrated in Twilight's body, listening to their harmonic moans of pleasure. If he kept watching that, he might just be brought to the edge...

"You like it, daddy?" Spike asked, determined to play with this situation a little more, slipping a hoof under his belly to rub against his clit as he felt Night Light hitting the furthest walls of her pussy. "You like my tight little cunt?"

"Mmf... fuck, Twilight..."

"That's it, daddy. Say my name, tell me how much you love fucking your little princess, your little Twilight..."

"Y-yes, I love fucking you, Twilight..."

Spike started to push his ass back against Night Light's cock, milking him for all he was worth as his voice took on a growl. "Hmm, you say that to mom though, don't you, daddy? Don't say 'Twilight', call me daddy's little girl..."

On command, he responded as he was told. "I love fucking my little girl, fuck..."

"Yeah... that really did it for you, didn't it?" Spike grinned, slowing down and allowing him to take control again, feeling him bottom out as he began to increase his pace; the rhythm and accuracy of his thrusts deteriorated in favour of speed, but each one of them hit their mark in some way or another, all dissimilar sensations that Spike constantly had to adjust to.

"It really did seem to do it for him, didn't it?"

That... wasn't Night Light. Spike spun his head, seeing Twilight Velvet stood at the doorway, a small grin on her lips. "I did tell you to have fun up here, seems you took my advice very literally... think there's room for one more?"

"M-mom?!" Spike gasped, though Night Light only continued to thrust, seemingly past caring at this point.

"You think I didn't see you flirting at the table earlier? Your mother isn't as clueless as you think, honey. Besides," she said, hopping up onto the bed beside the pair of them and spreading her legs, "I thought your idea was wonderful, so I was hardly going to intervene. Something like this really spices up your sex life, doesn't it?"

...Who would have thought that Twilight Velvet was as fucked up as Spike? Definitely not him, but as his shock began to fade, it was replaced by appreciation. Seducing the pair of them just got a whole lot easier. Part of Spike wondered if Twilight had ever known that her mother was so perverted, or that her dad was capable of fucking her like he was now, and most of all he wondered what she'd do with the knowledge when she had it.

Slowly, Velvet placed her hand over her husband's cock even as he continued to fuck Spike, slowly pulling him out, much to his chagrin. "Has our daughter been speaking naughtily to you, dear?"

"Damn right she has," Night Light panted, his cock twitching without anything to fuck.

"Why don't you go wash her mouth out with cum, then? I want a turn on her pussy..."

And like that, Velvet was on him, lapping at his folds and sucking on his clit as he shouted out louder, no longer caring about how much noise he made. Not only did everyone in the house know what was going on, everyone in the house was fucking him.

Velvet ate pussy so well that it can't have been her first time, and as Spike felt her speed up, pushing her tongue deeper inside, he opened his mouth to vocalise his enjoyment, only to have any sound cut off by the huge cock being placed in his muzzle, soaked with his pussy juice.

Spike didn't get a chance to protest as Night Light began to thrust into him, holding him in place and fucking his mouth as Velvet continued to work his pussy, pushing him closer and closer to the edge with each tantalising rub until he was bordering on the edge of release, the feeling of being totally objectified by Twilight's parents, of reducing them to this so dirty and incredible that he lost himself in it, his only care at this point how much he came, how much he fucked.

He began to back his ass up onto his would-be mother's muzzle as he was forced to suck daddy's cock, pleasuring it with Twilight's tongue for the very first time as Night Light's inhales became increasingly sporadic, his motions juts and crashing thrusts as he used his daughter to get off, intent on plastering her face with his seed, on shoving it down her throat and making sure she swallowed it like a good little girl.

Spike's pussy was twitching like crazy, contracting and squeezing around Velvet's tongue as she rubbed his cutie marks, licking and slurping at her insides before nibbling on her clit, gently pulling at it as she finally sent Spike tumbling over the edge, his body erupting in a torrent of chaotic perfection.

Heat billowed inside him and burst over the edge as he squirted Twilight's essence into her mother's waiting maw, letting her sit there and lick it all up like the whore she was, even while Night Light finally approached his own orgasm, his moan as loud as thunder as he pushed Spike's head forwards, choking him on his cock as he filled him with burst after burst of his seed, only pulling back to shoot the last of it all over his face.

Meanwhile, Spike was lazily rubbing at his clit as he felt the dying throbs of his pussy's latest climax, a magnificent thing that seemed to never truly end, a sensation that coursed through him but never truly died as he continued to rub it away, sating the burn of his insides.

Night Light tapped his cock against Twilight's cheek twice, looking down at her. "That... will teach you not to misbehave."

Spike had to pant a few times before speaking, his mind still not fully recovered. "And what if I need another lesson?"

"Then I think I'll let your mother teach you," Night Light snickered, looking over to Velvet. "She seems eager enough."

"You've still got a favour to return to me, when you're feeling up for it." Velvet winked. "You any good at eating pussy, Twilight? Don't worry if you're not, mother knows best..."

Spike couldn't believe his ears, nor that any of this had worked out for him in the end. This was a fucking score. Not only had he managed to get both of Twilight's parents to fuck him, they still wanted to after the first time? Oh, jeez, Twilight was going to be so pissed when she found out about this... or would she?

Spike had to imagine that on some level, she'd feel betrayed about him going behind her back and doing what he did, but even still, he'd just made a pretty damn interesting discovery. Well, interesting to him, at least. The question was whether Twilight would be disgusted to know that her parents would be willing to do that with her, or whether she'd be excited by the notion?

Knowing Twilight, and what she planned to do with the Crusaders next, if her actions were to be believed, Spike imagined it was the former. He raised himself to his hooves, finding it a little difficult to stand properly as he waddled to the edge of the bed, then down onto the floor, being sure to take his time. Even with Velvet's nurturing tongue, Spike's pussy felt pretty sore; he'd never imagined that the phrase 'fuck you so hard that you can't sit down for a week' could be so literal, but he was starting to suspect that it was so.

He looked back to the pair of them, and there they were, having a cuddle on Twilight's old bed. They looked so sweet together, in all honesty, that Spike started to wonder if what he had just done was even a bad thing. Maybe it was positive meddling, maybe it would bring Twilight closer to her parents.

Or maybe he was just trying to excuse himself from doing a bad thing. Either way, it had been pretty damn fun, whether it was justified or not.

He walked to the en-suite to wash himself off, brushing the cum out of his coat before towelling his face, eventually walking
back into the bedroom. The sight that was waiting for him only excited him again, and he'd only finished a minute ago.

Twilight Velvet and Night Light were softly kissing one another, a gentle embrace of lips that swirled and danced before Spike's eyes, igniting his own senses. How was it that a mare's body was ready to go again that quickly, and why was this turning him on so much?

Pulling away, a small string of saliva connecting their lips, Velvet motioned over to Spike. "Well, then, dear? Are you going to show me what you can do?"

"Right now?" Spike gulped, unsure if he'd actually be any good on the giving end of things.

"That's right, honey. Mothers need their pussies eaten too, it's only fair."

Night Light turned to face him too, his voice the same husky sternness that Spike was beginning to associate with great sex. "Listen to your mother, Twilight. If she asks you to eat her pussy, then you do as you're told."

Well, it was starting to look like he had little choice. Spike clambered back onto the bed, ready for another round with the pair of them that he was sure he wouldn't soon forget.