Under the early morning sun she looked like she was glowing.
“Two more laps!” Shining Armor roared across the field, adjusting his cap to better keep the sun out of his eyes while the team of ponies he was training thundered around the track.
This was no race. There was no “faster”, “position”, or “showing-off” here, this was training. All there was was “harder”, day after day, hour after hour, the sole motivation here was building on what they knew and growing stronger. That’s what training was. Competition was for exhibitions and contests. There were rivalries, and the drive to outperform each other, but the only time the numbers really mattered was when a competition was closing in. There was no need to try and outrace the others during training, and there was no need to show off.
Yet she stuck out from the rest of the group. She was faster than them. He could always pick her out from the rest, even if she wasn’t running ahead. Small framed, young mare, lovely manilla coat, gorgeous scarlet hair, just broken through adulthood and ready to leave a hoofprint in the history of Equestria. She was built small and lithe, long and compact. She was mostly leg, yet had a powerful barrel of a chest and thick tummy muscles. Most of the other trainees were a whole head taller than her, but she was still better.
Shining knew her off the track. She was energetic, aggressive, wired and ready to go. He met her when she fought her way into his office to prove she was the best of the best. She jumped onto his desk and stuck her snout nearly into his and demanded she’d be given a chance. Despite not exactly meeting the height requirements, Shining relented.
It must have been her looks. She was a young heart-breaker for sure, she had all the makings of a model pony but all the drive of one of his little sister’s best friends. The way she bat her eyes, the teasing smile, the way she carried herself was intoxicating. She flipped her hair just right and Shining felt his heartbeat increase.
Even now, watching her fix her determined gaze on the finish line ahead, Shining could feel his heart hammering. Every time she passed, he got a glance at her muscle-swollen flank and the sweat flying off her body. In the early morning sun, it made her glow.
He felt those stirrings again. It always happened when he trained her and the other new runners. Standard pony modesty kept it well hidden, but he still felt it. He shook his head as the runners, one-by-one, slid across the finish line and fell into various states of rest. Some flopped to the ground, some wandered over to the water cooler, but not her. She stood strong on shaking legs and beamed to her trainer.
“How was that, captain?” she asked. Her normally flat mane was sticking up in places, and her manilla-colored coat was wind-streaked and gleaming from sweat. Shining moved forward. They measured each other up, as they usually did when they met. Shining Armor was a peak of stallion power, having gone from being the Head of the Royal Guard in Canterlot to being the King of the Crystal Empire, as well as its General. He never let his body relax for too long, he stayed with his daily regimen of physical training and eating well, and he enforced the same on his recruits.
“Impressive as always, but do you have to run ahead, Baton?” Shining Armor chuckled. His training had obvious effects on her. She was small, but she had serious muscle. Her chest had broadened in the past three months they’d worked together, her legs were more like columns than the spindly, windy things they’d been before.
Baton cackled, her body shaking so much even her tail began to wiggle behind her. She gave her trainer one of those heart-stopping smiles. “This group of slackers need some motivation and goals,” she stated, then turned around and lifted her tail. Several other stallions and mares, including Shining stared as her plump rear shook a mere foot from Shining’s face. He gulped. “I thought I’d give them something to set their sights on and chase after.” Baton flicked her scarlet tail at Shining’s nose, making him shiver and force an easy-going smile.
Celestia almighty he felt like a colt again, watching his little sister’s baby-sitter do the Sunshine Shake with Twilight. Back then those stirrings were a phenomenal thing to explore by himself, and they only grew in intensity as he and Cadence grew closer and closer, but when they consummated their relationship in the most physical way possible and headed towards a steady marriage in the future, those childlike feelings of wonder and lust turned into a much more personal affair, lacking the sort of taboo and adventure to be replaced by a common and expected thing whenever his beloved wiggled her shapely rear.
Here? This was taboo. This was bad. He was perving on one of his own student’s lovely backsides, while his wife was in her office. This was a mare he barely knew, a mare he taught, and a mare that was a passing satellite to his actual relationships.
Celestia almighty he was so turned on.
“I suppose I can’t deny the results,” he ventured, earning a clever eyebrow from Baton, her tail shaking behind her, high and idle, letting his eyes roam across the muscled mounds of her butt, letting a certain scent hit his nose. It didn’t help that he clearly turned her on as well, a private victory for him. Ever since he got his wedding band, he missed being “hot”. Stallions and mares looked, but they didn’t flirt, they didn’t come closer, they all knew who he was. “Very well. Why don’t you all go hit the showers?” he called, and there was a chorus of agreement as ponies slunk their way inside.
He watched them with idle pride that they were on all fours now instead of having to help carry each other, but he was interrupted when he felt heat against his leg. He glanced down. Lovely, glowing Baton had backed up against his foreleg and pressed, and he shivered as he felt the warm dew of arousal slide down his leg to his hoof. He grit his teeth, and for a moment he let go, allowing his own pheromones fill the air, making Baton gasp in delight. The two stared into each other’s eyes, a heated moment passing between them, and then they both smiled and took a step back.
Baton began to saunter away from the gym, heading for the town, her backside shaking in obvious heat as she called over her shoulder to him, “Tell your wife I love her garden! And pull her mane this time, mares like that!”
Shining Armor gave her a full, toothy grin as he felt a thickness in his groin, and he knew he had only a few minutes before the feeling either passed or he could no longer keep himself contained. “Tell Soft Dough we need the cake by Thursday, and keep your hair rustled, he’ll like that!” he called back to her.
He didn’t go join his team. No, he started prancing towards the castle, that naughty, dirty feeling in his gut and groin causing him to think of some unspeakable acts. Yes, he would give Cadence Baton’s full regards. Oh they made for such a dirty pair. It was a game they positively loved to play now that they had the ground rules laid out.
They never kissed, their genitals never touched, they rubbed, they teased, they even made some very dirty threats to each other, but all that did was stimulate them for the real show: getting home to their loved ones. Shining knew he had a lustful crush on Baton, there was no denying that anymore, but he would never stray from his wife.
Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, the single most gorgeous mare in all of Equestria. She didn’t work out like Baton, she didn’t have the same body-type, but she had a personality that cleared every other candidate off the field, curves that made an hourglass blush, and sexuality that would set colts and mares aflame. His wife was a dirty, dirty mare beneath her public image. That was why she sanctioned his flirting with Baton, because he always came home with the most playful snuggles, the most heated wants, and some of the dirtiest ideas the two lust-stricken ponies could ever think up.
He ran up the steps in the Crystal Palace to the top floor, and walked down a hallway to the very end. He didn’t register much more than that he was alone right now, and he was glad for that. The door opened with a flash of magic and he trotted inside. “Cadence!” He called excitedly.
He stared at the empty chair on the other side of the desk with confusion. This was Cadence’s office, he could smell her perfume and could see a few traces of pink fur and feathers shed around the desk. There was just no Cadence. Shining Armor felt a tiny bubble of panic slip into his belly: he was horny and he really wanted his wife right now, but more pressingly, he had no idea where she would have gone. She didn’t even leave a note on her office door.
Shining Armor hesitantly stepped back into the hallway. Maybe one of the servants would know. They usually had a few maids who kept tabs on where either one was at all times. He just had to go find one and ask—
He was off his hooves in an instant, and found himself pressed against a wall a foot off the ground. His eyes rolled around frantically, and then a soft voice whispered, “You know, anything with a nose could have smelled you coming from a mile away.” Shining relaxed immediately, and Cadence suddenly appeared out of thin air, a smutty smile on her face as she leaned forward and smelled her husband’s chest. “You’re so aroused right now I bet every mare in the empire is feeling a little tingly,” Cadence crowed.
“H-hey babe.” Shining whispered, watching his wife excitedly. Cadence looked up to him with a pleased grin, her eyes sparkling before she leaned back down. Shining allowed her to keep him pinned to the wall as her snout traveled does his chest, over his stomach, and then to the normally ambiguous sheath that held his stallionhood. She gave a long sniff, sucking in his scent and letting it linger in her nostrils before letting it out with a puff of air and a soft, fluttering sigh.
“Mmm, Shining...” she whispered, her eyes clouding as hormones took her mind over. She nuzzled against his chest, then along his foreleg, sniffling at the trail of female arousal left there by Baton, and her tongue flickered out to lap it up. “How was training today?”
Shining watched his wife with a potent mixture of awe and arousal, and it took every muscle in his body to keep his shaft from thrusting out in want. “G-good. All of my rookies are g-getting be-etter.” His eyes closed when Cadence leaned up and kissed him, their chests brushing together. He omitted a particular rookie, the one that got him like this in the first place, but it wasn’t as if Cadence didn’t know. They were sharing her taste anyways, a cocktail of sex, pheromones, and female lust being passed from tongue to tongue.
He had to admit, his wife’s mouth and his student’s lust made for a winning combination.
Cadence pulled her tongue back, and rest her hooves on Shining’s shoulders as her wings reached their full extension. She smacked her lips and hummed in thought. “I taste her all over your leg, but not in your mouth.” Cadence noted as she wiggled her eyebrows at her husband. Shining’s cheeks burned red as Cadence let out an amused giggle.
“It’s j-just teasing, love,” Shining tried to excuse as Cadence sniffed his arm again, and sighed quietly.
“Oh I know, I just worry you two are bottling all this lust up for the wrong reasons. You two should just get it all out of the way.” Shining Armor opened his mouth, but Cadence kept going. “That way you two can fix all your lust problems in one go, and Soft Dough and I can play with each other while we watch!” Cadence paused, giving Shining a teasing grin as he stared in an uncomprehending way. “That’s a lovely idea, we can do partner swapping! While you’re giving it to Baton for all it’s worth, Soft Dough can learn how to please the Princess of his empire.” Cadence hummed thoughtfully as Shining’s jaw fell slack. “Mmm, I can already feel the bulging cock of some commoner rutting in me, whilst I watch I my royal husband take his own student with thought to the wind—”
Cadence froze up and glanced down. A long, black mottled shaft was pressed into her belly, and a blush sprung to her cheeks. She glanced up, meeting her husband’s embarrassed eyes. “I was kidding!” Cadence squeaked.
“I know,” Shining said hoarsely. Then a small moan escaped him, and Cadence felt a spot of warmth against her belly.
“I didn’t know you were into that!” Cadence cocked her head, eyes shooting down the hallway quickly. Nopony else was here...
“I didn’t either,” Shining admitted with a weak shrug. Their eyes met. A moment of shared understanding ran between them. Then they broke out into laughter. They kissed, sucking in deep breaths between kisses, giggles, and cuddling. Shining Armor cast his own spell, and he fell to his hooves, their mouths barely leaving the others’ throughout.
“Shall I call the two up and invite them?” Cadence joked, getting pushed to the opposite side of the hallway as Shining Armor kissed her desperately.
“Hush,” he ordered as he leaned down and suckled at her neck. He smelled his wife, tasted her skin and listened to how she giggled. Each tiny noise made his prick jump, neither one worried about the trail of spunk leading across the hallway.
“But Shining, why wait? We should strike while the iron is—”
“Cadence,” Shining spoke up, his voice level, authoritative, almost condescending. Cadence crushed her lips together and gave her love a smile as he gave her a quick peck on the nose. “I love you, I really do. They can wait,” Shining whispered, and a girlish giggle escaped his wife.
Yes, this was the sort of thing he expected. He came home to it daily, and had been for the last three years since he’d first proposed to her during his coronation party as the Captain of the Guard. He’d gotten used to sex with her. He knew every weak spot, he knew just how to flex and how fast to thrust, he knew what she liked — or so he assumed — and he’d worried he’d one day grow tired of it.
Every day she would flirt and giggle, tease him and nip at him, they’d kiss and a fire would start in his chest. He knew what to expect. He hadn’t grown tired of it. This was his mare, his destined mate. “Turn around baby,” he whispered, and Cadence spun swiftly, playfully brushing her mane across his face. Her marehood was puffy and prominent, winking at him in anticipation. Baton was forbidden and new, but their relationship would never match this one.
Cadence pressed her head against the wall, her eyes closing as she felt her husband’s tongue delicately trace her opened folds. His inquisitive tongue ran from one thigh to the other, barely rubbing the edges of her slit before he gave it a long, slow lick. Cadence’s back legs quivered and she spread them to keep her balance. Shining’s tongue slid into her folds, letting her dew slide down his tongue as he flexed it around, rubbing everywhere he could but where it would make her scream.
He did this partially to keep their anonymity in this open hallway, and partially because he loved to hear his wife’s whimpers of distress when he set her on edge.
Cadence let out several deep breaths, keeping her cool despite the rising cry in her chest. He was doing this just to mess with her and it was working but she could keep quiet. Then his tongue slid out from between her legs, and Cadence let out a relieved gasp. It was short lived as Shining’s tongue and lips found her pearl.
The tiny squeaks from his love forced Shining to slightly widen his stance as his thickness bounced against his stomach. He took deep breaths through his nose between tiny licks to Cadence’s bud, taking in the animalistic-scent of her heat. Cadence’s aroma was a surefire way to make his member stand at full mast instantaneously. Even after a long, tiring day of running through rain and mud, the slightest whiff of her arousal brought an energy to him that could only be described as a gift from the divine. He loved what her natural body could do to him, her magic was nothing compared to the mare that wielded it.
She chomped down on her lower lip and had to stop herself from head-butting the wall as her beloved gave her sensitive button a quick twirl with his tongue, then wrapped his lips around it and tugged gently. Cadence opened her mouth and looked to the ceiling in despair, wanting desperately to scream as he worked her carefully to climax.
“Mm,” Shining hummed between her legs before running his snout up, his tongue trailing along her body, running along her honey-pot and then her asshole before he kissed the lower base of her tail, causing her to shudder. “Sweetie, you taste good.” His voice was low and reverent, and Cadence couldn’t hide a squeak as he started nibbling on her flanks, licking her cutie marks, left and right, bathing her plush rump in attention.
The whole while, Cadence could only think two things: when would he get on with it and make her cum, and how could he stand torturing himself this long? He could lay between her legs for hours, stiff as a board underneath his carriage but never complaining as he brought her to orgasm after orgasm. Except that, now, he was going to give himself some early relief.
Stiff heat bounced between Cadence’s legs. Cadence felt a quiver in her limbs as expectation filled her. Her husband’s meat delicately stroked along her folds, collecting her juices as lubrication while he leaned forward and pressed his snout to the back of her neck. He cooed, taking in her heady scent before aligning himself. His flat-tipped member pressed against her, and Shining took a short, but thoughtful moment to admire his luck.
The perfect mare, his wife. The alicorn of love, his wife. His little sister’s sexy babysitter, who’d he’d been crushing on since he first met her, his wife... his hot, sexy wife. Cadence sucked in a deep breath as he worked himself in. They’d done this so many times, but the feeling was more welcoming than ever. Every new little discovery they made refreshed their coupling, making it feel new, yet still experienced.
The first stroke was the sweetest. He pressed himself in, his hips meeting his wife’s, and the two were lost in the moment. Shining recovered in time to feel himself carefully sliding backwards, his thick mast sliding along each inch of her walls, drawing out their pleasure before he swiftly thrust in again.
Cadence let out a yelp of pleasure, her whole body turning red at the loss of control. Shining gave a small chuckle, feeling victorious. “Cadence...” he whispered her name as if he was caressing it, making his mare shudder. It had been like a bolt of lightning. His bulk was, not to brag on his behalf, impressive compared to many stallions. When he pushed in, it touched every nerve along the way, causing her whole backside to lose control as pleasure washed her mind away. It took everything in her to answer.
“Shining...?” she whispered back. She turned her head and his lips found hers. He moved in slow, easy thrusts, their kiss even more hot than the sex. Small whimpers of pleasure escaped them both, their eyes closed as their lips and bodies guided them, all the while widening their stance or shifting so Shining could stroke at a slightly different angle, renewing Cadence’s moans.
Then, Shining got an idea. He broke the kiss, Cadence opening her eyes to watch her husband’s horn glow as he took her multi-hued mane and carefully twisted it into a single, long rope of hair. She watched with curiosity as he tightened it, and then he gave her a tiny smile. “Does this hurt?” He asked, giving it a testing tug.
Cadence’s head was pulled back, but she just grinned. “Not really. Why? What are you thinking?” she whispered. He then closed his teeth around her mane, and among the fleeting worries that he was going to give her split ends, her heart hammered as she realized what he was doing. “Shining...” she whispered in near disbelief, but the smile never left her lips as she turned to face the wall.
He pushed himself higher, resting his hooves on the bases of her wings as he cocked his head back, moving his mouth down the tightened cylinder of mane he’d created until he could pull all the slack out. Then he thrust, and pulled.
Cadence’s head was forced backwards, her eyes rolling into her head as the tough follicles in her scalp roared in protest, but were drowned out as she was held like a rodeo bronco with the entirety of her husband’s manhood in her. He pulled out and leaned forward, letting her ease her head against the wall while Shining kept the bunched mane in his magical grip and smiled down at his wife excitedly. “W-was that okay?” He asked heatedly.
“Oh fuck...” Cadence mumbled in a daze, making Shining freeze up. His wife never cursed unless it was something good. ’Oh, Baton, look at what you did!’ Shining thought as his teeth clamped back around Cadence’s mane, and he thrust again, pulling her back. There was no stopping her this time, she let out an ecstatic cry as she was forced to stare at the ceiling and pressed into the wall at the same time.
Careful gyrations of his hips quickly turned into rapid thrusts, his legs sidling up between hers as he kept his aim careful and true, pumping his wife as he tugged her mane, no longer letting go between thrusts but only when he felt she’d had enough. He knew she was probably in some pain, but her hot eyes, her giggles and moans kept him pulling.
“Oh fuuuuck meee I’m so-ooo close!” Cadence squealed as the force of Shining’s thrusts pushed her closer and closer to the wall, until her chest was pressing against the crystal while Shining pulled her back. He didn’t speak, but he didn’t relent. He was grunting, low and forceful, primal noises the proper stallion never made in public. Every definition of the word sensible, and polite and caring to a fault, he never made an animal of himself in front of others, but in the company of his wife, she got to see the wrathful, lusty side of him that ached to just growl and roar.
“More!” Cadence begged loudly, losing all pretenses of staying quiet as Shining slammed her into the wall, his hooves wrapped around her chest now as their pendulous consummating barely kept them balanced. Shining suddenly pulled her head back hard and sunk deep into his wife, a long, low rumble escaping his throat as a flood of seed spilled into Cadence’s pussy.
There was no stopping it, Cadence, staring at the ceiling at the far-side of the room let out a long-awaited scream while her entire body shuddered and contracted, squeezing around her beloved’s stallionhood as her own orgasm spilled into the mix. Her scalp was on fire as Shining tugged harder, the mixed, bestial feelings of pleasure and pain driving her from sentience into the wild beast waiting beneath...
“Milady!” A voice rung out from down the hallway.
Shining Armor’s eyes shot open and he turned quickly to face the frozen service mare as she stared at the private scene before her. His mouth slackened instantaneously, and Cadence barely had time to register as her face fell full-force into the wall.
Shining twitched and looked quickly at his wife, who was now muzzle-deep in the supposedly indestructible palace.
“Tsssshh...” he and the maid both sucked in a breath between their teeth. “Ooooohhh....”
Author's Note
I wrote a porn.
Why.
”SPIKE!”
It was your normal morning in Ponyville.
”HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY HAVE LOST ALL EIGHT COPIES OF ‘THE MAGIC OF THE STARS?!’”
A normal Monday morning in Ponyville.
”OF COURSE I DIDN’T HAVE THEM! I ASKED YOU TO MOVE THEM DOWNSTAIRS!”
Which was assignment day for the newly crowned Princess, Twilight Sparkle.
”WAIT! Maybe they’re still in my vacation bags!”
The day everypony knew to give Golden Oaks Library a wide berth.
“Ah-hah!”
Spike watched with wide eyes, then hopelessly stuck his arms up as eight books, eight heavy, wide, thick tomes landed on his tiny outstretched arms, and he immediately sunk to his knees under the weight as Twilight ran around him. “W-why all eight?” he wheezed loudly as Twilight pulled out more books based on the stars.
He suddenly found himself face to face with a near manic Twilight. “Each of those eight copies was printed at a different time and reviewed by different editors! Each one could have different or even contradicting information, and if I’m going to be a Princess then I’m going to need all of the information I can on the astral cycle! Even the slightest bit of information could change the grade on my report!”
Spike groaned under the weight of the books, and when Twilight ran back to the shelves, he helpfully let them collapse to his side. “I thought Princess Celestia said she was doing away with grades now that you’re a Princess?” he pointed out while eyeing Twilight’s new wings. They stuck out at full length in a panic, fluttering every time she ran to provide that extra lift.
A lot of things had changed since Twilight’s princesshood. For one was she now had the ability to fly without magic. For two, her assignments were getting a lot more “worldly”. History, economy, politics, all of it super boring but Twilight took everything the Princesses gave her seriously. For three—
”My quill set’s gone!” Twilight shrieked in horror.
“Maybe it’s upstairs by your bed? Where you were writing letters when you could have been sleeping?” Spike deadpanned.
— Twilight was a lot more neurotic.
“Of course!” Twilight sprinted upstairs. There was a loud thud and painful sounding crash, and Spike delicately pressed his clawed hand to his forehead. More work for him, it sounded like.
It was at that moment, there was a polite, though insistent knock on their front door. Spike looked up at the top of the staircase Twilight had disappeared from, then shrugged. They still had a job as a library, and Spike knew how to perform it well enough. He walked to the door and opened it up. “Hey there, welcome to the Golden Oaks Library, Twilight’s busy right now so—” Spike froze as he looked at who it was. The tall white stallion with his blue striped mane was unmistakable. The little dragon gasped, then broke out into a large smile, “Shining!”
Shining Armor looked down at the tiny dragon, and gave him a pleasant grin. Immediately he wrapped his foreleg around Spike’s back and shared a very quick hug. “Hey little bro, what’s this about Twily being busy?” he asked, letting Spike go as he strode in.
Spike kept up by his side, not noticing the door suddenly shutting behind them. Shining Armor stood in the center of the room looking nervous. He looked at the stacks of books and left out scrolls, then glanced towards the kitchen. The pots and pans used for breakfast hadn’t been washed out yet. Unusual for his normally clean little sister.
“It’s assignment day, and Princess Celestia has her studying the stars. Twilight always gets a bit crazy on days like these.” Spike hummed a little.
“Sounds like her,” a feminine voice piped up.
Spike looked up quickly and glanced to Shining Armor with an odd look in his eye. “Did you say that?”
“Say what?” the colt asked, suddenly looking a bit nervous. “You know, maybe I should just go see the princesses if Twilight’s so busy?” he offered up, but he stumbled to the side a bit and gulped, then nodded. Spike stared at him, very confused. “You think she has a few minutes for me?” Shining asked Spike with a twitching eye, and the dragon shrugged.
“I don’t know if she does, but she’ll certainly try to make the time.” Spike glanced at the staircase again. The door to the bedroom flew open, and Twilight came racing down the stairs with dozens of quills floating behind her.
“Okay Spike, I got all my best quills and even a few spares so when— Shining Armor?!” Twilight slid down the next few steps, barely catching herself as she spotted her older brother. Quills flew all around her, at the whims of the wind as Twilight slowed herself down and nearly rolled over her hooves down the stairs.
“Twily!” Shining Armor leapt forward, offering his broad chest for her to crash against, stopping her frantic descent as his horn flashed, and the many pointed feathers froze in mid-air, and carefully flew towards them both. He let out a relieved sigh, then let out a laugh when purple forelegs wrapped around his neck.
“Shining Armor!” Twilight squeaked, her wings flapping behind her, stirring the air around them and lifting her off her back hooves for a moment. They smiled at each other, and Shining wrapped one foreleg around Twilight and squeezed her closer.
“Hey li’l sis, good to see you,” he said with a pleased sigh. There were two mares in his life he put on the same level of importance as his own wife, and even he put this one above his own mother. He couldn’t say that his little sister was his closest or even his best friend, he’d made a number of very good pals while going up the ranks in the Equestrian Military, but Twily was his most consistent, and most favorite.
It wasn’t because she was so talented or even solely because she was family, if she’d been another tiny filly who’d just wrapped herself around his leg every time he came home he’d feel close to the same affection. They listened to each other, fixed each other’s problems where they could, and both of them were excited, talented unicorns. He taught her most of her beginner’s magic, and in turn, she taught him a lot of advanced magic.
Not to mention there was just something silky sweet about having a mare so completely devoted to him in a non-romantic way. It was comforting.
Shining let Twilight go, and the mare immediately pressed her cheek against his neck with a low sigh. “Sorry for the mess.” She mumbled, drawing a low chuckle from her brother.
“Assignment day, huh?” Twilight bobbed her head against his chest. “You know, back when I was under another pony’s hoof, assignment day meant we had to be extra clean.” He snickered, teasingly stroking Twilight’s back.
Twilight’s wings flapped in annoyance, and she all but melted against him. “It’s just so hectic! I’m learning to be a princess and Princess Celestia’s wanting me to learn all sorts of new things that I’ve barely even touched on before! I have so much to learn and—”
“And I was going to send her a letter asking if she could give you a short break.” Spike and Twilight looked up quickly. There was no other woman in the room who could have made that voice, but then Shining’s horn flashed, and in the glowing light, Cadence appeared, wings comfortably folded, with a bandanna wrapped around her head and an odd, foam cone around her horn.
“Cadence!” Twilight’s shriek made Shining’s ears ring, and when he recovered, he saw his little sister and his wife cuddling. The two mares snuggled for a moment, then both took a step back. Shining and Spike both watched as the two immediately broke out into their song.
Sunshine sunshine, ladybugs awake~
They clapped their hooves, and Shining’s favorite part, did a little shake. Shining put on a stupid smile as he watched his wife’s rear wag in the air, and Spike offered a tiny clap when the two finished.
“What do you mean ask her if I can take a break?” Twilight asked the moment they were finished, in Cadence’s forelegs again before the older mare set herself down with an incredibly nervous look.
“Well, Twilight, you and I are both Princesses, right?” Cadence started slowly, the bandanna around her mane sliding down to sit low on her neck. Twilight finally fixed her eyes on the cone around Cadence’s horn. She’d never seen one of those in person, but had read they were used to protect a damaged horn from the elements.
“Oh, Cadence!” Twilight gasped, staring at the styrofoam guard.
“Yeah.” Cadence sighed deeply, and Shining rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I was hoping that, from Princess to Princess, you could help me with my little predicament?” Cadence lowered her horn, and Twilight stared at the object nervously. Shining stepped forward, and he used a levitation spell to carefully slide off the guard.
Twilight watched with wide-eyes. Cadence’s long, perfect pink horn was covered in tiny cracks. It didn’t look like it was about to fall apart, but the miniscule, unnatural breaks along the normally tough appendage was painful to look at. “Oh... my goodness,” Twilight whispered, making Shining and Cadence both gulp nervously. “How did that happen?!” she demanded, covering her mouth with her hoof.
“Ahem.” Shining cleared his throat and turned to Spike. “Spike, take a quick letter?” He asked. Spike shrugged, and grabbed a blank piece of parchment and a quill. Twilight and Cadence both watched as Shining spoke. “Dear Commander Celestia, this letter is coming from your most faithful Captain of the Guard, Shining Armor. Cadence and I are visiting Twilight for family reasons and were hoping you would understand if she could take a break from her studies to tend to some delicate issues. We will hopefully not take too long, and she can return to her studies the instant things are resolved. We both thank you for understanding, your grateful subjects, Shining Armor and Princess Mi Amore Cadenza.”
Spike rolled up the scroll and let out a puff of green flame, which quickly consumed the scroll and sent it to the Princess. Shining nodded his head in thanks towards Spike, and Cadence spoke up. “Thank you very much Spike, now go to your room,” she ordered motherly-like.
Spike’s eyes widened, and he gave Cadence an odd look. “Why?” Twilight couldn’t help but wonder the same thing as Cadence let out a low sigh.
“We’re about to talk about some adult things and we’d like it if you weren’t here for them,” Cadence said sternly. Spike nervously balled his claws into fists, but nodded and trudged upstairs. Twilight felt a bubble of panic in her tummy. Adult? Didn’t want Spike there?
As soon as the door upstairs shut, Twilight turned to Cadence. “Are you dying?!” she shrieked, making Cadence and Shining both wince as Twilight threw herself around Cadence’s neck and squeezed. “Oh Cadence! I’ll do anything for you, please!” Twilight sniffled, her eyes growing heavy with water as Cadence nervously smiled and rubbed her little sister’s back.
“No, Twilight, dear, I’m not dying.” Cadence made Twilight look up at her, and delicately kissed her cheek. “Please don’t cry, I’m not dying, it’s just...” Cadence gulped heavily and glanced up to Shining. Her husband had a look of fire in his eye and he shook his head. “It’s awkward, you know?”
Twilight wiped her eyes with one hoof, and tried to stop herself from frowning. “So, you’re okay?” Twilight sniffed. Cadence nodded. “Then... what happened to your horn? Why can’t you go to Princess Celestia?” Twilight’s worried look soon turned to one of curiosity as she eyed her sister-in-law’s cracked horn.
“The, uh, circumstances surrounding the accident are a wee bit awkward, and I feel less—” Cadence chewed her tongue for a moment in thought as she tried to come up with the right word, “nervous asking for your help.”
“And we were hoping we could get it fixed with few questions,” Shining interjected. Cadence rolled her eyes, but Twilight spoke up.
“Well what happened? I know it requires a lot of effort to leave even a small mark on a unicorn’s horn.” Twilight’s magic enveloped Cadence’s head, making her lean down so Twilight could inspect her horn more closely. “And judging from the way this one is, it looks like faulty magical output.”
“Err, what makes you say that?” Shining sounded almost relieved as he spoke.
“The number of cracks and the placement are almost random. Blunt force trauma would have deeper and more consistent cracking in a single area.” Twilight grabbed a quill and a scroll, and started sketching the broken horn carefully.
“Oh, so, you can fix it?” Cadence asked hopefully, and Shining let out a long, low, relieved sigh.
“Correct, though I will have to trace it back to the original spellwork that damaged your horn so I can undo any lingering effects.” Twilight’s magic carefully wrapped around the horn, and Cadence groaned.
“It wasn’t a spell.” The taller mare admitted, lifting her head up, away from Twilight. “It was blunt force trauma.” She said, shrugging off her nervousness. Twilight was a grown mare, she could handle being told the truth.
“What?!” Twilight, pressed a hoof to her chin in thought as Shining strode forward. “But- what could cause that much damage?” Twilight looked up at the horn, her quick, powerful mind going to work.
“I fell face-first into one of the walls back in the Crystal Palace.” Cadence smiled awkwardly as Twilight hummed thoughtfully.
“An Alicorn’s body is well-known for being highly durable, that would explain the lack of facial markings—”
“That was actually me.” Shining admitted with a shy chuckle. “I picked up on some healing magic for my track team.” Twilight nodded at that and kept writing.
“However, a unicorn horn is especially hard to repair, and that goes double for something as unknown as an Alicorn.” Twilight paused as she wrote, then looked up to Cadence. “By my calculations, it would have required immense physical force to do that much damage to your horn. What were you doing?”
“She slipped!” Shining spoke up suddenly, but got an instant glare from his wife.
“Shining!” she hissed. “Twilight, see, I was—”
“Carrying too much and she didn’t see the wall!” Shining interrupted, his voice high and nervous as he gave his little sister an awkward look. Cadence rubbed her forehead with her hoof.
“Shining...” she groaned. “No, see, Shining and I were—”
“Practicing for the Equestrian Wife Throwing Contest and I missed!” He was suddenly shouting, frantically hopping from one hoof to the other.
”Shining!” both Cadence and Twilight shouted as one, making Shining simmer down and gulp loudly. “Go on,” Twilight told Cadence.
“Right, well, you see—”
“You see Twilight,” both mares turned to give Shining a serious glare as he spoke up, “When a colt and a mare love each other very much, sometimes they like to have a little fun, and we kind of—”
“He was fucking me,” Cadence said dryly.
”Cadence!” Shining squeaked. Cadence shot him a glare, then leaned down and got eye to eye with Twilight.
“He was fucking me hard, and it was good. He stuck his tongue up my vag first and then railed me against the wall like the dirty bitch I am. He tugged my mane so hard he was pulling my hair out, and it hurt so good that I came all over his dick like a nasty slut, and he let go by accident and I smashed my horn against the wall,” Cadence told her in a low, dark, triumphant voice as Twilight slowly leaned back with a dawning horror.
”CADENCE!” Shining wrapped his forelegs around his face, hiding his abysmal terror as Cadence snorted, prancing towards her husband.
“She’s a full grown mare, Shining, and we’re married! She’s bound to have figured out we’re both active!” Cadence pointed out heatedly as Shining dropped to his hooves, giving his mare a look that was a cross between sorrow and anger.
“She didn’t need to know! We could have left it at ‘you ran into a wall’!” he shouted, and Cadence gave a low growl.
“She deserves to know the truth! She’s the one helping me!” Cadence’s voice rose to match Shining’s. The two narrowed their eyes and stared defiantly.
“She’s my little sister!” Shining retorted loudly, his voice breaking a little.
“So, what?! She never had ‘the talk’?! After all that you do to me, I never thought you could be such a prude!” Cadence flipped her mane as she stormed around in a small circle.
“Ew...”
“She’s my little sister! I love her and I know what’s good for her, she doesn’t need to know a thing about what we do in private!” He looked to Twilight nervously.
“And she’s my little sister now too, and on top of that, an adult! You can’t hide her from sex, how do you know she hasn’t already—”
“Don’t you even dare suggest that some pervert dirtied my little sister!” Shining Armor’s nostrils flared and his eyes widened dramatically.
“... Ew!”
Both Shining Armor and Cadence looked over at Twilight. Her eyes were very big, and her jaw was hanging near the floor as she stared at her hooves. Cadence suddenly relented, and gave a tiny gulp.
“Twilight, I’m sorry I—”
“Omigosh eeeeewwwww!” Twilight pressed her hooves to her face and shuddered. “Ew ew ew! Eeew! I hugged you!”She suddenly turned and pointed at the two of them. “I hugged the both of you!”
Cadence turned to face Shining, both feeling very very small as Shining covered his eyes again.
“You’re both nasty, dirty ponies! Omigosh I can’t— ew ew EW! I can feel it on me!” Twilight’s wings flapped nervously, carrying her as she barely kept balance on her back hooves, while her forehooves ran all over her body. “Nasty nasty nasty! Ew! I need a shower! Goodness I need a shower! Clean! CLEAN!” Twilight sped into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
Cadence and Shining were both left in her living room, awkwardly staring at the floor and each other. Cadence idly rubbed one hoof against the other, and looked up at Shining. “Shining, my love, you were right, and I’m sorry.”
Shining Armor suddenly flopped to the floor, covering his eyes, and mumbled his own apology.
Cadence and Shining had both decided the best way to make up for their little fight was to clean everything within sight. Scrolls were placed in alphabetical order where they belonged, books were placed in the proper shelves ordered by their author’s name. The kitchen was spotless, other than a teapot and several cups of tea.
Cadence and Shining Armor both sipped at their tea while making little eye-contact. Cadence couldn’t believe how quickly things went pear-shaped. She figured the magic of friendship would have at least included the magic of friendship-with-benefits, she couldn’t believe her little sister would have such an aversion to sex! After all, she was surrounded by five gorgeous mares who probably got plenty themselves...
She paused herself at that thought. She was imposing her own beliefs on a group of mares she barely knew. They might have similar aversions, just as Twilight did. She was so enthralled with her own sex-life and the sort of attentions she and her husband brought to themselves she sometimes forgot that even the younger generation had a few that weren’t interested in the more carnal side of things.
A true pity. She sipped at her tea cup, and opened her eyes as she felt something against her tail. She glanced down, and found Shining’s tail rubbing against hers. She looked up, and found her husband still looking out of sorts, but with a small smile. “You, uh, heh. You remember Canterlot Uni’s library?” he asked tenderly.
Cadence had to suppress a chuckle. She returned his smile. “Big, open, dark, lots of floors, lots of tables, almost nopony around when it wasn’t time for finals.” She hummed as she set her tea on the coffee table, Shining doing the same.
“Uh-huh.” Shining nodded, glancing to some of the chairs Twilight had around the room. He brought two over, and climbed onto one. Humoring him, Cadence did the same. “You, uh, remember the day we got together?”
“Of course.” Cadence answered as Shining also brought over a table, covering it in blank and used pieces of paper that had been organized a few minutes earlier. “You finally came and told me you wanted me as your girlfriend.”
“Happiest day of my life,” Shining admitted playfully.
“You vomited.” Cadence sighed wistfully, and Shining’s cheeks burned red. “Twice.” Cadence began to giggle as Shining rubbed his hooves together. “You did it right as Nightshade was asking me to the dance.”
“You said yes,” Shining pointed out almost vengefully, his hoof running along Cadence’s back. “And he was a jerk!”
“He only wanted me for my body. You knew me though.” Cadence leaned over and kissed his chest. Shining Armor gulped and wrapped a foreleg around his wife’s neck. “You wanted me because—...”
“—because you were the most beautiful mare in Equestria. Smart, sensible, caring. You were my best friend, and my biggest crush.” He tenderly kissed her horn, then sighed pointedly. “You still told him yes.”
“I’d heard he had a big dick,” Cadence said idly, and squeaked as she was crushed against Shining’s chest. “I’m kidding!” The pink mare giggled, and Shining rolled his eyes. “I already knew he did, measured it myself!” She squealed as she was suddenly pulled onto his lap, and amid the rapid spanks to her bottom she cried out, “Kidding! Kidding!”
Shining finally let her go, and Cadence carefully lowered her reddened posterior back on the chair, a big blush on her cheeks as Shining grinned and licked his hoof. “We didn’t go to the dance that night,” she mumbled as she leaned against his side. Shining shook his head and chuckled. “I didn’t want to share you with anypony that day.”
“Me neither.” Shining Armor’s hoof carefully traced up his wife’s neck, then along her jawline. “I finally had you. I didn’t care what anypony said, I had the mare of my dreams.”
“So we went to the library, to talk, and to study,” Cadence murmured, her eyes suddenly lowering, tracing down Shining’s chest and stomach. “I’d been waiting so long. I had hormones aplenty but I didn’t dirty myself for any other pony. I wanted our first time to be special.” Cadence’s hoof slid between Shining’s thighs, and he grunted at the touch.
“And yet, the very first time we did anything was you sucking me off in the library.” Shining gave her a big, toothy grin, and Cadence shook with laughter.
“Oh, goodness I couldn’t contain myself! I’d been waiting for so long I just had to do something!” Cadence shook her head and snuggled against his side, her hoof tracing the head of his hidden shaft. “I wanted you to know I was ready.”
“Mmm, and you did.” Shining kissed her head. “You felt so good, I was worried somepony else got the treatment before I did.”
“Hm, no, you were my first, but we were both new to it.” Cadence snickered a little. “You let out everything. You told me how beautiful I was, you called me so many cute things and told me I was your life’s dream.”
“And you just kept going further and further, I don’t know how I didn’t mess up.”
“And when you finally released, goodness the musk, it didn’t feel real anymore!”
“You refused to let a single drop escape.” Shining giggled.
“Then you lifted my chin and kissed me, through a mouthful of your own seed.”
Shining Armor sighed wistfully. “And then the librarian caught us when I threw up over the balcony.”
Both of them grinned, then laughed as they snuggled together, Cadence taking her hoof away from Shining’s genitals to hold it to his face. He sniffed, then gave a disgusted grunt and ruffled his wife’s mane. Cadence giggled and licked her hoof.
“I’m sorry I got mad at you,” Shining whispered, holding his love close. Cadence closed her eyes as the last half hour went through her head. She hadn’t expected Twilight to react so adversely towards the mention of sex, though she did lay it on a little thick.
“I should have listened. I thought you were over-exaggerating.” Cadence rolled her eyes and turned over, resting on Shining’s legs as he lovingly rubbed her chest and stomach. “I thought ‘any pony in this family has to be as big a perv as he is’.” She stuck her tongue out.
“Well, surprise, Twily isn’t even close to perverted. I had to help her all the way through sex ed. because it grossed her out so much.” Shining snorted, then let out a low sigh. “I just didn’t want her to think of me as any less for, you know, being ‘active’.”
“Why don’t we talk with her later?” Cadence offered up, and Shining froze up at the thought. He grimaced and shuddered as memories of having to tear through a pillow fort to catch his horrified sister so he could send her to school after it showed its sex education movie resurfaced. “No?”
“We can... try.” Shining shook his head gently. “She’s delicate about the whole thing.”
“Well, one day she’s going to—” Cadence stopped as she felt a sudden wave of anger roll off her husband’s body, and she took a deep breath, “—have sex or be in a position with a pony she loves to have it.”
”Over my dead body.” Shining answered with a voice that would have made Nightmare Moon shake.
“Shining...” Cadence said in a warning voice. Shining Armor calmed down, and buried his face in his wife’s tummy.
“‘kay...”
The bathroom door opened gingerly, and Twilight stepped out, her mane done up with a towel in a beehive. Cadence sat up, her and Shining Armor watching Twilight carefully as the lavender mare unwrapped her mane and tossed it back. Both of their eyes tracked the long, purple mane as it rose into the air, offering them a very short look at Princess Twilight looking haughty of all things, before it settled on her back. A comb followed Twilight out, and she began to straighten her hair while her wings extended, throwing a few droplets of water around.
Cadence had to clear her throat and hide a silly smile as Shining Armor gave his wife a perturbed glance. He had to admit, it was an attractive display... for any other mare. Since it was Twilight, whom he had shown that particular move when she was little, all he saw was his baby sister drying her hair.
“Well, now that I feel clean,” Twilight began, whipping the towel in the air to straighten it, then rolling it up before floating it back into the bathroom, “We can continue.” Twilight kept a perfect mask of disinterest as she straightened the last of her easy, practical manestyle out, and sent the comb back too.
“Twilight,” Cadence spoke up while sitting straight. “I would like to apologize—”
“No no, we are not talking about that.” Twilight huffed heavily, giving them both a very low glower. Cadence and Shining both flinched at the look. Despite their long-time experience with the mare they both called their little sister, they’d never gotten such an adult look from her.
“Actually, Twilight,” Shining Armor spoke up, bringing her look straight to him. ’You’re a big boy Shining, she’s just your little sister. Be straightforward.’ He took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “I wanted to talk to you about that.”
Twilight immediately sucked in a lot of air to puff up her chest and put the full force of her displeasure in her eyes, but said nothing. Shining Armor gave a tiny cough as he wilted under her now excessively childish reaction, and looked to Cadence. His wife took her cue. “I want to apologize,” Cadence began as she stood up and beckoned Twilight over. Twilight stared at the extended leg wearily, and Cadence sighed. “I took a shower Twilight, Shining and I are both clean. I want to apologize for being so vulgar, I was trying to prove a point to your brother and took it a step too far.”
“And she was wrong,” Shining spoke up. Cadence’s and Twilight’s eyes bore into him, and he squeaked what may have been an apology before sliding behind his chair to hide.
“But what we said was the truth. However, I think we need to talk.” Cadence offered her foreleg again. Twilight watched it, her big brain buzzing with a dozen neuroses... and relented. She grunted and walked into Cadence’s hold. Her older sister lead her to the couch and the two sat. After a quick jerk of Cadence’s head, Shining joined them both on the opposite side of Twilight. “Now Twilight, I know you’ve been through this academically, but I think we should talk about sex.”
“No!” Twilight suddenly butt in, then wrapped her hooves around her face, much like Shining did. She let out an audible groan of disgust, and her brother and sister both exchanged a worried glance. “I’ve already heard about sex from school, I don’t need to hear more about that sort of...” She wiggled her hoof and drew her lips in, as if holding back a particularly vile curse, “That stuff!”
“Twily.” Shining Armor leaned down and nudged her with his shoulder. “I’ve been to those school sex ed. classes too,” he reminded her, and Cadence bobbed her head.
“Then how can you just go around doing it?!” Twilight spoke loudly. Cadence idly wondered if Spike could hear them. I should let him out to play before he feels too cooped up... She politely excused herself and stood, leaving Twilight alone with Shining Armor, who was signalling broadly for her to not leave and back him up. She shrugged as head upstairs. “I mean, what if you catch diseases or something?! You saw those pictures!”
Shining Armor sat still, frozen in place as the memories assailed him.
”If you have sex, then you will catch this!” Miss Purity Ring announced dramatically as the slide changed in the projector, displaying the next picture on the wall.
A number of gasps rang out, several ponies screamed, some poor pony that was seated right in front of it fainted. Shining sat there, watching in pure terror. Cadence had been too busy doodling on her paper to notice.
“Or even this!” The next slide came up, and a scream died in Shining’s throat as the rest of the class roared in protest. “You all see what sex does to you?! If you have sex, you will catch these diseases, you will get pregnant, and you. Will. Die.”
Shining Armor coughed, calmly excused it as a sneeze, and spoke up. “Twily, like I said, I was in those classes too, and I have, you know, had sex,” Shining admitted, making his little sister flinch away from him. He pulled her back. “Listen Twily, I won’t say I’m an expert, well, except where Cadence is concerned, but I’ve been with her for a long time, and we have had sex.” He pursed his lips as Twilight grimaced. “We’ve had sex a lot, and both of us are fine. No warts, no weird fluids, no burning, itching, or anything.”
Both paused as Cadence came downstairs, Spike on her back. She opened the door and let the little dragon out, waving him away before shutting the door behind her. “Right. Shining and I have been perfectly fine. I cast a regular anti-pregnancy spell so I’m at no risk.”
“It may have been just a couple times but—”
“Not a couple.” Cadence suddenly smiled, giving her husband a look that made him blush. She turned her little smile to Twilight. “We’ve been having sex for nearly seven years now, nearly day-to-day, and some days we do it more than once. We’ve never been with any other ponies so we’re at no risk of diseases. I’ve had my share of yeast infections but that was my mistake and it was easy enough to clear up, and we took a break until I was okay.”
Twilight nearly gagged at the thought, and Cadence settled next to her again. “But, the teacher—”
“Was wrong, Twilight.”
Twilight put on a completely bewildered expression. Shining Armor nodded. “We should know. She was just trying to scare you, but trust us, we’ve been fine.” He tossed a foreleg around Cadence’s back and earned a kiss for it.
Twilight stared down at her hooves and winced. “But still, all those fluids and nasty things about it! I mean, my—” she glanced down between her legs and shut her thighs together immediately, “That’s my special place!”
“We know,” Shining grunted.
He turned his head as Cadence brought Twilight in close, making the smaller mare blush. “But look, take this from the Princess of Love, okay? Sex can have its downsides if you’re careless and stupid, but if you’re careful it can be very fun. It feels good, and there’s a lot of different ways to explore it. It’s not something that gets old, and with somepony you really really love, it can improve your relationship.”
Twilight sighed. She had to admit, her studies in sex had been limited by her own preconceptions about it, but there was so much about it that felt wrong. It touched on a lot of personal phobias, from being touched, to being confined, to being dirty, to being violated... yet, the Cakes had to have children somehow, her own parents hadn’t passed on anything disease-worthy to her, and Shining Armor and Cadence were speaking rather glowingly about it. This would require study... but before that, she had a job.
“Okay, okay, I believe you.” Twilight pulled herself away from Cadence and rubbed her forehead. This was a lot of information she really didn’t want right now. “And I’ll look into it later. For now, I should check on fixing your horn.” She hopped off the couch.
Shining Armor deflated, pleased, but Cadence rubbed her chin in thought. “Twilight, how about I teach you more?” Cadence offered, standing with her little sister. Both Shining and Twilight whipped their heads to stare at her like she’d offered the full spit-shine to her. Cadence rolled her eyes. “We can have an actual talk about sex, with all the, y’know, sciency stuff and the reality about it.”
Twilight cocked her jaw, and let out a hot breath through her nose. She shook her head. “I-I guess it couldn’t hurt, but that’s not why we’re here.” Twilight pulled out a book on unicorn horns and started flipping through it. “So let’s not get distracted.”
Cadence nodded, and lowered her horn for Twilight to inspect the cracks. “Great! I’m all yours.”
Shining stared at his wife, then groaned. They came here to fix Cadence, he really hoped they didn’t break Twilight.
That was a bit odd.
Big Macintosh stared back at the door where the big pink mare had been. He could have sworn he’d seen the Princess of the Crystal Empire there. Maybe he was seeing things?
Big Macintosh took a deep breath of fresh air, but coughed a little as a weird smell hit him. It wasn’t bad, not even close, it smelled a little bit like a spring morning, freshly growing crops, cinnamon and spices, a fresh pumpkin pie, and a number of other things all mixed together in a lovely concoction that had caught him by surprise.
He liked that smell! He sniffed the air again and let it clear his mind. It was delicious and fantastic, it made him close his eyes and imagine running through the apple orchards and playing ball with his sisters. It was a magnificent aroma that made his mouth water and his hooves pick up higher.
“Isn’t it a nice day?” Mrs. Cake asked him as he passed by, and proudly he declared his answer.
“Ee-yup.”
“Have a good day, Big Macintosh!” Mrs. Cake waved him off, and the big red colt could already feel it was going to be a lovely summer morning. Heck, maybe even the afternoon too. Why not the whole week? Whatever he smelled made him feel great!
Other ponies took deep breaths of the air, simple smiles turning to full on grins as the sun seemed to turn itself a shade brighter. “Do you smell that?” somepony asked in the crowd.
“It’s magnificent, whatever it is!”
“It makes me think of my mom’s house.”
“It makes me think of Manehatten’s food market!”
Big Macintosh couldn’t agree more. Whatever this aroma was that was making its way through town was putting everypony in a good mood. He began to trot, the wagon of repaired tools bouncing with each playful step.
He did so the entire walk home. The smell stopped just outside the market surrounding the library, but its memory stayed with him. He wanted to do something today, but he didn’t know what. He wanted something fulfilling, he wanted something active, he wanted to pour his heart out but he didn’t know how. His predicament puzzled him while he walked the dirt road leading to Sweet Apple Acres.
He waved to his sister as she bucked apples out in the orchard, and Applejack waved back. He smiled at his Granny as she bent straws of hay into baskets, and she beamed back.
Her smile reminded him that he needed to go find her dentures.
He walked past the farmhouse and towards the barn, but slowed his step as he saw two mares laying on a picnic blanket a few yards behind the building. He carefully unhitched the wagon from his shoulders and watched.
“Okay Applebloom, just a few more questions.” He heard her voice and suddenly his heart began to beat a little faster. “What is thirty-two divided by two?”
Big Macintosh stood still, watching the two mares. Little Applebloom pursed her lips in thought as she stared at the texbook in front of her. The local school teacher, Cheerilee, laid by her side. “Sixteen?” Applebloom ventured.
“Very good Applebloom!” Cheerilee looked delighted. The smile on her face brought a small, comforted one to Big Macintosh. She was always able to make anypony smile with her irrepressible optimism, but just the tone of her voice made him feel good. “Now what’s thirty-two divided by sixteen?”
“Oh! Uh, that’s...” Applebloom worked her jaw. Big Macintosh hid a small smile. The Apple family wasn’t necessarily known for their smarts, but their dedication was something to be admired. “Oh yeah! That’s two, miss Cheerilee!”
“Oh, Applebloom, see?” The teacher leaned over and smiled at the little mare, making the excitable filly bounce to her hooves. “You are not dumb, no matter what anypony says to you. You just need to pay attention.” Cheerilee stood. A simple act, putting her forelegs forward, setting her hooves down, before pushing herself up onto her back legs as well.
Very simple. It left Big Macintosh with a stunned expression. He got to see the way her legs flexed and extended, how her chest expanded with a deep breath from the rising motion, how her mane flipped behind her with a toss of her hair.
“Can I get some more questions?!” Applebloom asked excitedly, hopping as Cheerilee picked up the textbook and carefully set it on Applebloom’s back.
“Of course dear! Why don’t we move inside so we can get something to drink.” Both mares turned, then paused to regard the silent, still Big Macintosh. “Oh, hello Big Macintosh! Applebloom said you were out, I was hoping you’d be home in time to talk to me!”
Big Macintosh felt a strange energy enter his limbs, but he forced his face to remain neutral. It didn’t work. The small, caring smile crossed his features in an instant as he took a few steps forward. Cheerilee watched his smile, an odd one of her own materializing. “That so?” Macintosh asked as he stood before her. “Well, ma’am, what can I do for ya?” he asked, his drawl soft, his voice deep.
Cheerilee gave a small, flirtatious giggle, causing Applebloom to cock her head in confusion. “Oh, listen to you! Calling me ‘ma’am’.” Cheerilee gave him a playful smile, and it sent Big Macintosh’s mind somewhere around the moon. “It’s Cheerilee, Big Macintosh, you know that.”
“‘C-course, ma- Cheerilee,” he answered. Cheerilee took a moment to consider him; did he actually just stutter?
“Miss Cheerilee?” Applebloom looked up to her teacher, then took a deep sniff. “Y’all smell somethin’ funny in the air?” She asked, and Cheerilee stuck her snout up high and smelled. Several long breaths, and a low sigh escaped her.
“Mmm, that’s smell of—” Cheerilee froze. She actually didn’t know what that was. It was the smell of the perfume section in town, the smell of fresh steamed vegetables, just baked bread, warm butter, it was the syrup dripping off the trees and the water in the air after a rain shower, it was nice. “Hum, I actually don’t know what that is,” Cheerilee finally answered, her mind feeling... clear. Odd, but clear.
“Smells good whatever it is! Big Macintosh, we’re y’all frolickin’ in the library? It smells like old books!” Applebloom took a deep breath, and let out a short sigh. “It makes me wanna go play!”
Cheerilee fixed Applebloom with an amused smirk. “Only you would want to go play because of the way a library smelled!” The two mares giggled, and Big Macintosh found the joke a little more funny than usual. Then again, he always was brightened by the way Cheerilee laughed. “Anyways, Applebloom, if you want to study some more, go ahead and run to your room, your brother and I need to talk.”
Applebloom nodded and scampered past Big Macintosh, a half-muffled hello escaping her as she did, leaving the big colt and her teacher behind. Cheerilee looked to Big Macintosh and found herself looking away quickly.
“What’d ya need to talk t’me about?” Big Macintosh asked, his voice thick with nervousness, his country drawl singing in Cheerilee’s ears as she carefully turned her head to look again. Her eyes went right to his chest again. It was so thick with muscle, his legs so wide and long, strong enough to smash through a wall, yet delicate enough to pick her a flower. Cheerilee turned her head away again, blushing at the intruding thought.
“Oh, um, Applebloom,” Cheerilee answered. It sure smelled good out here... she turned back to face the big colt. He was smiling at her. She smiled back. She didn’t know why but she did. “She’s doing much better in school thanks to the tutoring.”
“That’s good,” Big Macintosh answered. Cheerilee’s ear flickered. He had the perfect opportunity to say his signature agreement, but he hadn’t. “She’s right proud of it too. She comes home sayin’ the nicest things ‘bout ya,” he continued.
“Oh?” Cheerilee asked, glancing back up at the huge stallion. He had such deep green eyes. He licked his dry lips and nodded.
He wasn’t lying, but how could he phrase this? “She comes home sayin’ how nice ya are, how smart ya are, ‘n how patient ya are,” he told her. Cheerilee’s blush intensified, just a little bit, and Big Macintosh took a brave step forward. “She tells us what a wun’erful job ya do teachin’ her ‘n her friends, ‘n how proud ya get whenever they do well.”
Cheerilee’s smile became as nervous as it was embarrassed. Were it from any other parent she would have just been happy that her students thought so highly of her, but this was Big Macintosh! He rarely spoke more than a word, and he was complimenting her too! How could such a big, strong, handsome stallion save such nice words for a simple schoolmarm? “Does she? Well that’s sweet of her,” she answered, idly twirling her pink hair with one hoof.
Big Macintosh took another step forward, and nodded. “She also says some other things too...” he began with a low, throbbing rumble in his voice, one that made Cheerilee’s hairs stand on end. “Ye’re a beautiful mare, so smart too, ‘n such a nice lady,” he told her.
Cheerilee sucked in a deep breath, that delicious smell causing her eyes to quiver as the words sunk in. “That... doesn’t sound like Applebloom,” Cheerilee whispered, and turned to face Big Macintosh. They were inches from each other. Cheerilee licked her lips as a dozen thoughts ran through her head.
“I-it ain’t,” he whispered back, the two of them slowly leaning forward. He could feel her breath on his snout, he could smell her breath, he picked up a faint scent of perfume, the smell of grass and a spring breeze. Both of their mouths opened the barest hint...
… and Cheerilee quickly pulled back, her entire face red as she stared across the fields on the other side of Sweet Apple Acres. A low breath escaped her. What was that?
Big Macintosh reared back, eyes opened wide, and he quickly began to wilt as shame overtook him. Did he hurt her? Say something wrong? She was a magnificent mare but... did he mess up?
“Big Macintosh,” Cheerilee suddenly spoke. It hurt to do so. She desperately wanted to kiss him, the want to had kicked in around the time Applebloom had run off. “Perhaps... perhaps I should go home, I’m not feeling myself.” She dared not look at him.
Big Macintosh felt his stomach sink like a stone as the mare strode past him, and he could only mumble a small, “Ee-yup...”
He watched her go. He didn’t even stare at her flank, he just took in the big picture of her walking off. He’d done something bad. He didn’t know what, it had all felt so right until that last moment. What had he done?
… He’d hoped for such a smart, inquisitive mare to like a big, dumb, silent foal like himself. He lowered his head and stared at the ground. What else had he been expecting? She was a gorgeous mare, the most beautiful in Ponyville. He’d always known that, he could pick her out from a crowd the whole market away. She was so smart too. He sometimes asked her questions because she always had an answer, a good one too. It could have been about anything and she would have something that’d satisfy him.
She was so good to his family too. Applebloom adored her, and he could always find the two smiling and laughing around each other. It helped his little sister was so inquisitive, and Cheerilee was so good with her, no matter how simple the question was. And of course she was a good mare around Granny Smith, always polite and taking home-spun wisdom to heart, and with Applejack the two were practically sisters cut from a different cloth, and with him...
What if he ruined their friendship? The thought hit him harder than a kick from a mule. He glanced up frantically, and barely saw her making her way through the trees. She was too good to him. He couldn’t let that go.
Cheerilee let out a low, depressed sigh as she walked between the tall trunks of the Apple family’s namesake. What was she doing? She was some old schoolmarm, she was just deluding herself. She’d resigned herself to the single-life ever since she moved back to her hometown to help teach the kids. That was fine with her, she still shaped futures, she still inspired, and sometimes, when she walked through town she could get a drunk whistle at her flank.
Somepony like Big Macintosh probably brought in mares that cast her in the shadows of obscurity. Such a simple schoolmarm, it was like she already had two-dozen foals so no colt wanted to touch her. Not even a mare shot her any passing interest. She was the local teacher, why was anypony concerning themselves with her romantic life anyways?
What a foal she was.
”WAIT!”
The voice stopped her in her tracks. It was so loud and so deep. She swivelled her head and had to stop herself from falling to rump as she saw that mass of virile stallionhood thundering towards her. She would have flinched had it been any other colt, but big, gentle Macintosh stopped himself, skidding the last few feet to come face to face with Cheerilee.
The school mare covered her chest with one hoof and gave him a startled look. “Big Mac, what’s—”
“Please don’t go!” Big Macintosh begged, not even winded from the sprint. He was too tough for that. So strong, so amazing...
“Don’t go?” Cheerilee whispered back. “Big Macintosh, I have to go. What we nearly did behind the barn...” The two of them stopped and looked away from the other bashfully. Big Macintosh’s hoof began to scrape up some dirt. “We shouldn’t. It was silly.”
“Ee-yup...” Big Macintosh agreed softly, then froze. “I mean no!” he suddenly spoke with a power in his voice that Cheerilee had never from him before. He pressed his hoof to his forehead and spoke again. “I-I ain’t good with words, miss Cheerilee. I-I’m a simple farm-colt, I ain’t no good with bookwork ‘r speakin’ much.” Cheerilee stayed quiet, and Big Macintosh continued after catching his breath. “But there’s three things I know for truthful, miss Cheerilee. My legs, my sister’s word,” he raised his hoof to cover his chest, “‘N what’s in here.”
“Wh-what do you mean?” Cheerilee whispered as Big Macintosh gulped loudly. She’d never heard him speak so much or so passionately, it made her heart flutter with each word. ’Not good with words...’ Cheerilee remembered ironically.
“I know my heart’s honest ‘bout stuff, miss Cheerilee. S’all about what I feel, ‘n there’s no cloudin’ that. It tells me...” His jaw began to quiver, and he had to swallow to keep speaking, “It tells me I want you here.”
“Here...?” Cheerilee parroted, feeling slightly dumb for the response.
“W-with me.” Big Macintosh finally got out. Then, it took every ounce of bravery to talk again. “I love you.”
Cheerilee’s heart leapt into her throat, and she had to disobey her every instinct to throw herself at the colt. “Big Macintosh...” she whispered slowly, getting the colt’s attention, “But, why me?” She looked to him with big, watery eyes. “I’m some old teacher, I run around with two dozen kids, I barely have time to take care of myself—”
“Ye’re smart ‘n beautiful ‘n a wonderful mare through ‘n through,” Big Macintosh interjected, stunning them both that he actually interrupted somepony. “Ye’re a gracious mare—”
“I’m an old nag!” Cheerilee interrupted, staring down at her hooves. “It’s okay Big Macintosh, it’s true. I haven’t dated anypony in ten years and haven’t gotten even a passing glance. I don’t mind it, I’m used to it.” Before Big Macintosh could interrupt her again, she pointed up at him. “You? You’re so young and virile. You’re big and strong and so damnably handsome! You could have mares from across the world crawling to your doorstep, you don’t have to settle for me!”
“Y-you shut up,” Big Macintosh ordered, his eyes going glassy. “I don’t need any other mare!” he suddenly announced, throwing his hoof out. “There ain’t a mare better ‘n you in the world, I dun’ want some pretty what-have-you from Prance or Canterlot, I want you!”
“You don’t!” Cheerilee tried to lie, but every word he spoke turned her hooves to puddy. She couldn’t run, not unless it was forward, into his embrace.
“I know what I want!” Big Macintosh was yelling now. “I been a dumb foal fer a long time, mistakin’ myself like this, but I have it figured out! I want you!”
“No you don’t!” Cheerilee shouted back, leaning in.
“I do!” Big Macintosh leaned in.
“You don’t!”
“I DO!”
“YOU DON’T!”
“FER PEAT’S SAKE, JUST KISS ALREADY!”
Cheerilee surged forward first, crushing her lips against Big Macintosh’s, forcing her tongue down his throat as Big Macintosh caught her, kissing back, their chests pressed together, hearts hammering together, hooves carelessly stroking the other’s body.
Applejack rolled her eyes and opted to walk to the next field.
“I-I thought I wasn’t good enough for you,” Cheerilee whispered, finding the power to back Big Macintosh up against a tree as their tongues wrestled. He tasted so musky, a hint of apple with every lick. It was delicious.
“I thought the same,” Big Macintosh murmured as he stuck his snout against her neck and took a deep breath. That wonderful smell filled his nostrils, and he had to blink out the tears of joy as he realized that she was finally his.
“I thought I wasn’t pretty,” Cheerilee whispered, peppering the top of Big Macintosh’s head with kisses, shuddering when he nibbled at the base of her neck and ran his tongue along her throat.
“Ye’re gorgeous,” Big Mac groaned as he settled onto his back, Cheerilee laying on top of him. She lifted her head up and gave him a tiny, loving smile.
“R-really?” she whispered. Big Macintosh smiled back, a genuine, earnest, loving smile.
“Uh-huh. I can prove it too,” he said, a little heat entering his voice. Cheerilee laid there, confused, until she felt something press against her belly. The hot, hard thing slid up her chest, and Big Macintosh let out a low, nearly silent moan before Cheerilee lifted her torso up and looked.
“Oh.” Cheerilee covered her mouth with one hoof, her eyes as wide as dinner plates. “My.”
Big Macintosh’s stallionhood looked unnatural on even his large body. He took a deep breath, and his tool lifted in the air, almost jet black, but with a slight, ruddy red in it. Cheerilee’s hooves covered her mouth as the shock only increased. That was for her. It was erect because of her. It was erect for her.
Oh goodness. She wanted it in her.
The realization turned her whole body red as she imagined that gigantic thing between her legs. It’d ruin her. It would wreck her chances of having any semblance of normalcy in future couplings with other stallions. Wait, she didn’t care about other stallions!
The realization sent a tremor of pleasure through her body as it finally dawned on her. She was Big Macintosh’s. No, even better, Big Macintosh was hers. She chewed her lower lip in anticipation, and got to watch how Big Macintosh’s smile turned into a comical picture of surprise as she lifted herself up and set her dripping flower on the base of his shaft.
She walked herself forward with her her front hooves, her wet folds sliding along the sincerely magnificent column of flesh between the two of them, the immense heat between the two of them nearly unbearable as she held herself just over the head of his powerful member, right before his eyes. It was a strange, lusty dream come true, the tiny touch of their bodies sending sparks of need up her spine.
Big Macintosh was in a silent awe. His green eyes stared at the space where their genitals touched, and a low, pathetic whine of submission escaped him. Cheerilee carefully worked her way back, spreading more of her aroused juices across the bottom of his cock, before she could lay flat on his member again. She kissed him, he kissed back, their tongues more ferocious than before as their let out their pent-up desires, then she broke the kiss and sucked the flow of pre from his flat tip.
The big red stallion chomped down on his own leg, muffling a hoarse roar as he watched the mare he’d been pining after drink from him like he was a water fountain. Then her flat, red tongue pressed against the bare flesh of his shaft, still coated in her juices, and began to lick him all the way down. He beat his head against the ground and let out another cry of pleasure into his leg, while Cheerilee’s rump swayed behind her.
The taste was astounding, nostalgic from her college days yet so much more. Big Macintosh wasn’t a pasty college colt who’d surfed through life on their grades, he was a true stallion of labor. His meat was thick with the taste of sweat and dirt, with the musk of a powerful stallion capable of bringing a million powerful foals to Equestria. She tasted the coppery blood that pumped beneath each fattened vein, she tasted the unwashed stink of a hardworking male, but more than that, she tasted conquest.
She finished by grasping one of his balls between her teeth and giving it a quick, teasing lick, utterly owning the stallion in front of her and solidifying her control with with a quick kiss to his overburdened sack. Big Macintosh hardly flinched, too enthralled to consider she might endanger him. Instead, his legs widened, much to Cheerilee’s delight.
“Ye-Ye’re real good...” Big Macintosh whispered, making Cheerilee blush as she slid a hoof below the base of his shaft, and lifted with a good bit more effort than she’d thought.
“I’ve had practice,” Cheerilee admitted with a blush as she pulled the massive shaft upwards. This might not work, unless... oh, wait! Her mind quickly ran through her lessons about cranes, and keeping his shaft in place, she moved to lay her chest against his. Big Macintosh seemed unbothered by the news, but curious. “I had a few crazy years in college,” Cheerilee continued as she lifted her rear up high with her back legs, her rump sliding against his cock the entire time as high as she could. “Not as crazy as what I’m about to try, though,” she admitted softly.
Big Macintosh caught on to the act quickly, and leaned forward. He was shaking from excitement and nervousness, but he used his forelegs to carefully lift Cheerilee’s rear until his flat-tipped bulk pressed against her lips. The two shared a brief look, but a quick nod confirmed they were both ready. He slid her down, his stallionhood sliding between the lips of her marehood.
Cheerilee followed Big Macintosh’s example and stuffed her mouth with her leg as a mind-bending scream erupted from her throat. It was too big. It was too long. It wouldn’t fit. It hurt, goodness it hurt! She had to stop, she had to—
She opened her eyes and stared into Big Macintosh’s. He was staring at her, no smile on his face, but a look of absolute worship reflected in his eyes. Cheerilee saw herself through those eyes, and she was beautiful.
She relaxed, her whole body turning limp as she slid down Big Mac’s shaft. She didn’t feel the hurt, it sent something new across her body. She could barely feel her own skin through the pleasure. Her cheeks dripped with tears as she came. Her whole body welled up like a cannon, and she let go all over Big Macintosh’s length, spilling her carnal fluids across his stomach and balls. The huge colt leaned up, but she pushed him down, and as their bases connected, she leaned down and mashed her lips against his.
Their tongues danced as they shared their desires. Big Macintosh held Cheerilee close, and he rocked his pelvis against hers. Their moans filled each others’ mouths, juices spilled from Cheerilee’s overly-stuffed loins, and not a care in the world was shared by either of them.
Big Macintosh’s hooves ran across Cheerilee’s back, comforting her as his mighty girth gently slid in and out of her. He felt so young and dumb as tears slid down towards the back of his head, but he didn’t care. He was with his Cheerilee, he was finally with her. They could have not had sex and he would still have been walking on sunshine, but here, loving her in the closest way they could, his whole world brightened.
“Miss Cheerilee...” he whispered to her, squeezing her to his chest.
“Enough!” she whispered, kissing him suddenly, grinding her hips against his as another mind-blowing orgasm rocked through her, her inner walls squeezing around his thick shaft as her heat spilled between them. “I-it’s j-jus-ust C-Ch-Che-Cheeril-lee...” she moaned, tears hitting his snout as she smiled down at him.
“Cheerilee...” Big Macintosh whispered her name lovingly, then suddenly thrust upwards. His climax shocked them both. He crushed his lips to hers to hide a roaring moan as his stallionhood expanded, almost locking them place as he filled her with his seed. The unbearable heat of his virility sent Cheerilee screaming back into his mouth as they desperately tried to silence each other, pushing it all back out with her grandest orgasm yet.
When the heat passed, when they could think again, when they could focus on kissing each other, they stared into the other’s eyes. The mess between them didn’t matter, just a byproduct of how much they’d wanted each other. Even the sex didn’t matter, it was just a confirmation of what they already knew.
“Ye’re beautiful,” Big Macintosh whispered.
“I love you,” Cheerilee whispered back.
“Ee-yup,” they both giggled at the same time, and locked their hooves around the other, with no intention of letting go.
Author's Note
Geddit? 'cuz he's an apple farmer.
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Well fuck you too, then!
