Two hours after dinner, an exhausted Shining Armor made his way to the bathroom to take his shower. He wore a black bath robe with his cutie mark engraved on the front right-hoof side while levitating a bath towel that had his name stitched in silver on the very bottom. Shining took a breath, feeling relieved that the stress from the conversation they had at dinner began to fade into the back of his mind. With each step, every claim that his mother and father made in order to have him become a faux coltfriend to his little sister started to fade with time. His little sister was of no help due to the fact that she was egging them on with made-up facts of how her marrying her older brother could ultimately lead to a more harmonious relationship. And things only became even worse as his father revealed that he would be writing letters to a ten-year-old filly in Ponyville.

Shining's mom was livid as she stared at him with the intensity of a category-five hurricane. Twilight was no better as she proceeded to beat him up with the Smarty Pants doll, screaming on how she thought that he was the only mare for him. His father continued to sit and watch the comical scenery unfold as if he was merely in a lawn chair with a drink in hoof, watching the world as it incinerated around him until nothing remained but that of a searing pile of red-hot ashes and forgotten dreams with a smile on his face and a giggle caught in his throat. Shining's mother harshly scolded him for his stupidity, telling him that he should not be writing to those that he didn't know too well. She also made a side comment on how mares are being taught early on how to cuff-a-colt before the estrus season occurred, to which he dismissed with a quick breath. His sister just merely kept calling him a 'big, mean-old, two-faced, dummy stupid head' as the hits continued to pile up.

Soon after that, Shining made his way from the kitchen to his bedroom to finish up some of his studies. In mere minutes, he finished his final assignment of the weekend as he packed up his books and notes for school tomorrow. As he was packing, he would occasionally find that Twilight was standing in the doorway, looking at him as he packed. As soon as he approached the doorway to confront her, she would throw the doll at his head, hitting him squarely in the face while calling him a 'big-old dummy face'. Shining dismissed his sister's antics as he continued to arrange his books accordingly for the classes he had in the morning and afternoon. An hour later, he finished packing and cleaned his room until the dust itself had sparkled clean. Walking into his closet, he opened up the door to grab his towel and his bathrobe, placed the bathrobe upon his muscular figure and proceeded to walk to the bathroom.

As he reached the bathroom doorway, he magically turned the knob to the door and entered the bathroom. As the door quickly opened, he found a small-framed figure in the steam, holding a bar of soap and a rubber duckie. As the steam cleared, the figure was revealed to be his younger sister. Shining blushed as soon as he identified the dark blue and pink mane. Twilight merely looked at him briefly before she wore an expression of fear and embarrassment. She screamed at her intrusive brother and Shining ran out of the bathroom in response, but not before she threw the bar of soap at his head and insulting him.

"AAHHHHH! You pervert! Get out!" "

"Ouch! Was it really necessary to throw a bar of soap at my head?" Shining asks as he massaged the red mark left by the impact of the ballistic toiletry.

"GetoutGetoutGetoutGetoutGetoutGETOUT!!!!!!!" Twilight screams as she finds more items to throw at her older brother, including the Smarty Pants doll.

"Dear Luna, What did I do to deserve this?" Shining asks himself as he retreats to the safety of his bedroom, his sister following him and throwing items at him as they ran.

Twilight stopped in the middle of the hallway, watching her brother run. She turned around to make her way to the bathroom, mumbling to herself as she walked. Shining made his way to his bedroom to find that the door was open. He looked at the door, trying to clarify whether or not he left the door open as he exited. He assumed that he left his door closed before he made his way to the bathroom, but there was a voice that called him into the room.

"Shining Armor, come in here."

Shining looked inside of his room, scanning the area until he saw that his mother was sitting on the bed. She was obviously angry but she did not wear any expression on her face as she looked to her son. Shining acknowledges his mother's order and obeys as he slowly walks into the room.

"Close the door." She commanded as she pointed to the door. Shining obeyed, fearing that his mother may have found out the truth of the events that unfolded during the past weekend. He stood before his mother as his heart began to beat faster. Violet merely scooted to the far end of the bed, patting an open space right beside her as she signaled for him to take a seat. Shining gulped as he took heed to his mother's signals, sitting on the mattress beside her. The sound of the bed creaking under the weight shift was all that was heard until the two became still. Silence ensued as a faint ticking can be heard coming from the wall. Seconds chipped away as the silence became suspenseful. Shining began to fidget with his hooves until his mother finally spoke.

"Do you know why I came in here?" Shining remained silent as she continued from her previous question. "I felt as if you needed to be reminded of the circumstances that you've managed to get yourself into... What I am talking about is this filly that you're writing to." Shining's eyes grew with anxiety as his mother carried on. "Your father told me about her kissing you on the forehead as she was leaving. Now I know that you are a growing boy, and boys such as yourself do have urges."

"Mom, it's not like tha-"

"Let me finish. Now, I hear what you're saying. And I comprehend that you have no desires to engage in a relationship with this filly. But my question to you is this: If you started writing to her now and this continued for some time then what do you think she would feel in the not-so-distant future?"

Shining remained silent, knowing what that the answer was.

"That's right. She would become interested in you. Now let's say that her first estrus season starts, say... sometime next week? Yeah, let's go with that. Now let's just say that she's practically asking you for a visit, that turns out to be 'more-than-a-visit'. That 'visit' now becomes 'let-us-play-a-game'. Then that becomes 'let's-play-doctor'. Then THAT becomes a game in itself called 'mommy-and-daddy-doesn't-have-to-know'."

Shining Armor played out the visual scenario that his mother provided in his head, filling in the blanks as he went along.

"And that's not a very good image for you. That image will not only reflect upon you but also your father and I. Ponies will shun you based sorely on that image that they may not understand. To us, you would play the role of the victim because of the circumstances. But to others, you will be seen as a perverted criminal who takes advantage of young girls. And in this society, the society we live in, they would heed not to the fact that it was a consensual act but rather the fact that a grown stallion engaged in lewd and explicit behavior with one whom has not the power to give consent. Do you understand what I am saying?"

Shining nods in agreement, keeping his silence.

"Now I'm not saying don't write the letter, but I'm trying to say that you need to be careful on your approach. Fillies do have feelings and they haven't truly discovered the boundaries of how far those feelings can go with certain ponies. Take your sister for example, she said that she wanted to marry you but in the future she will not say those same words. And in the future, she may or may not try to cross those boundaries. But you have it instilled in the both of you that she is your little sister and that you would never hurt her. This filly is a similar yet different case because her attachment will be solely based on hormones and hormones alone."

"Mom, she isn't like that." He interjected, defending Rarity.

"And how would you know? You barely even know her." She rebutted, keeping a soft tone in her voice. Shining became silent, knowing that she had a sound argument. "Listen, I may be wrong, but I'm going off of what I know from first-hoof experience. So again, please be careful."

Violet hugged her son close to her as rocked and caressed him as if he was still a child. Shining understood where his mother was coming from. Despite the fact that she can be a bit protective over him, she only wanted what was best for him in the future. He returned his mothers hug as she rubbed his head lovingly, stroking his mane as she whispered that he was something so precious to her. Twilight, who eavesdropped on the two in the hallway, knocked on the door to inform to Shining that the bathroom was free.

Meanwhile in Ponyville, Pearl and Rarity were in the young filly's bedroom. Rarity rambled on about all the things that she and her prince accomplished today. Pearl listened to her with a smile as she personally thought about how gentle and passionate he was. She even blushed when she thought back to the times that her 'prince' shared in the bedroom. Becoming sidetracked, Pearl quickly shook her head and tried to evacuate the pervasive thoughts from her mind as her daughter continued her praises. But Pearl looked at the clock and knew that Rarity had to go to school in the morning. She alerted the ranting filly, letting her know that it was past her bedtime.

"Sweetie, I do believe it is time for you to get to bed."

"Aww, five more minutes??? Please?" Rarity pleaded as she held her hooves together.

"I'm sorry dearie, but you do have school in the morning and we can't let you be tired in class, ok?"

The filly groaned and placed herself beneath the covers, as her mother tucked her in. Pearl wished her daughter pleasant dreams as exhaustion took her into the world of dreams. Kissing her forehead, she looked to her daughter who quickly started snoring lightly. Rarity wore a smile on her face as she imagined that her prince would one day come to her again. Pearl walks from the bedside to the door, closing it softly as she left. As the door to Rarity's room closed, the front door of the home opened downstairs. Pearl quickly made her way to the front room, finding a stallion of a large build, walking into the room.

"Hey sweetkins, I'm home." Magnus calls out embracing his wife for the first time in many days.

"Welcome back. How was it dearie?" Pearl asked, kissing him fully on his lips.

"Well, I managed to break the record for most rushing yards in a game, our team managed to clinch a playoff berth, a few offers from some major companies, I've got a charity drive that I have to be at come tomorrow afternoon-"

"Tomorrow afternoon? But I thought that you said that tomorrow would be your day for us." Pearl interjected as she held worry in her voice.

"If you would have let me finished, I was going to tell you that I cancelled that in order to clear my day. My agent was really furious about that." Magnum added as he held Pearl close to him.

"And you told your agent-"

"To go fuck himself. I haven't had time with you two for a while and I think that it would be best if I started to balance out my life a little." He said as he kissed Pearl on the neck, teasing her and tickling her with his beard.

"Oh dear me, if there is anything that can never be imitated is the fact that you know how to make me melt the instant you touch me." Pearl gasps as she cuffs her hoof around his neck as he teased her from behind.

"Where's Rarity babe?"

"I just tucked her in maybe about ten minutes ago."

"Good, then maybe I can go on ahead and repay you for lost time."

Pearl pulls his head to hers and drives her lips into his. His hoof wanders to her teats beneath as their breathing increases in pace. "Ooooh, what do you have in mind baby?" She purrs as he continued his advances.

"You see that table over there?" He asks, pointing his free hoof to a table in the dining room.

"Haa-aah, yesss." She pants as the room begins to heat up. Her body temperature feels as if it is about to skyrocket to fevered heights.

"Mmmmph, I want you on it!" He roars as he picks her up and slams her to the dining room table, forgetting that Rarity is still sleeping. Pearl gasps, lost in a lustful state before she scorns him for his recklessness.

"If Rarity wakes up, then you won't be able to repay me until later."

"I'll keep that in mind. But the only talk I wanna hear is from your lips, now spread those legs." He answers as he pushes his muzzle into her winking bud.

Pearl moans softly as she writhes in agonizing bliss, trying to keep her mind from shattering from the volcanic surges of carnal pleasure. She loses the battle as Magnum licks her clit, sucking on it as he flicked his tongue across her swollen flower. He backs off as he feels her inner walls close around his tongue, removing himself all together. Pearl grunt's in protest as he giggles at her misfortune, licking his lips slowly as a means of teasing her of what she longed to have, of what could have easily finished her. Her blissful high denied, she turned to the one thing that she knew that would finish her off. But before she could activate her magic, he placed a hoof on her horn and magically bound her against the tabletop.

"Arrgh! You're so evil!" She spits at him with a mix of pleasure and disgust from her orgasm denial.

"Sorry, but you gotta move the chains before you can reach the goal line." He chuckled as he watched her squirm in her position, her hind legs splayed open into the air as she tried to grind against a force that was now absent from her leaking slit.

"I was in the Red-Zone, you fuckwit!" She grunted out as she felt herself come from the apex of her pleasure.

"Hey, the defensive line made a stopping play. Now you really gotta work for it. Red-Zone defense, remember?" He chided as he slapped her curvy flanks, causing a small but noticeable ripple to travel from the point of impact to the rest of her backside.

"How can I earn it?" She pleaded, wishing for the torture to end. Magnus took his hoof off of her horn to drag her body off the table and onto the floor. He landed on top of her as he grinned devilishly, his mind forming an idea.

"Remember when we were back in high school, where I used to eat you out under the bleachers during P.E.?"

"Oh how could I? You tried to make me scream while I tried to be quiet. You wanted us to get caught and we almost did that one time."

"Remember our little wager?"

"If I could be quiet the entire time, then you promised that you'd hike up my skirt and mount me under the bleachers during halftime at the football games."

"I let you win the first time, but name how many times you won after that."

"...Fuck you."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"...Well played."

"I'm all about the plays babe. On and off the field. In speaking of fields..." Magnum lowers his face to the region of her body that created a pungent aroma. Her lips winked as a white fluid leaked from within. "This field looks as if it needs a little bit of maintenance."

"Oh, so you do landscaping now?"

"Heh heh, I know a good field when I see one. I got the tools to clean up." He teased as he licked his lips before he blew a cool breeze against her soaking wet, heated mound.

"Enough wordplay landscaper. Now clean me up."

"Satisfaction guaranteed or... fuck it." He lost his creative flow but now he applied his creativity to the canvas beneath his muzzle.

He worked his tongue around the outside lips of her heated entrance, prodding into her with every few rotations. Pearl arched her back as a small but powerful jolt of energy ran through her body. Her mouth was left open during the ordeal, trying to take in as much air as she could. Her teats began to harden as her hoof traveled to them. Magnus once again flared his magic to restrict the movement of her hooves. He wanted her to suffer under his conditions and not of her own. She whimpered as she cried for more pleasure as if it was her sustenance, the very essence of her life force. As she twisted and turned against the magical bonds that held her down, Magnus continued to lightly brush against her entrance, teasing her hidden mound with his hooves. Her cries were stifled as he brought a hoof to her mouth in order to keep her volume in check. Pearl, on the other hoof, had plans of her own.

Pearl desperately tries to keep her voice to a whisper, despite the fact that her husband was not making this any easier with his constant advances. She kept in her mind that she wanted to win this bet this time, for the first time in fifteen years. His tongue dug into her, sliding against the the walls within. The agony he inflicts upon her made her cringe as he lapped his slippery organ in upward. As he reached higher his jaw followed suit, reinforcing his movements as she bit into her own shoulder. Her teeth dug into her flesh, leaving marks as she attempted to stifle her cries of pleasure. Her vision blurred into a black hole as she approached the point of no return. Gaining an opening, she used her magic to keep him from withdrawing. Her aura wrapped around the back of his head, pushing him deeper into her. Her hips swayed in a circular motion as she pushed into him, giving him little air to breathe.

"I may have lost this round, but I refuse to go down and not take you with me." She screamed, reaching her breaking point. "If I can't cum, then you can't breathe."

"Fmmm phmmmmph, mmm fmph mmmph (Fair play, you got me)." He admits as his words are choked short.

Wasting no time due to his temporary asphyxiation, he rolled his tongue against her clit until she eased off of him. But her easing was merely a calm before the storm as she threw her head back into the table. A loud thud echoed in the room from the impact, however her pleasure superseded the pain and overrode the aching sensation. Her climax became so intense that her body continued to thrust without her say, releasing the juices that was long suppressed from her lost orgasm before. His muzzle was now buried deep between her haunches. Her hind legs carried on where her magic left off, wrapping themselves and hugging his head into her now squirting marehood. She unleashed a throaty grunt as she thrusted her hips uncontrollably into him. Her cries pierced the halls of the house but not before Magnus sent his magic to cover her mouth, cutting the deafening scream short. He gagged as he took on much of her liquid essence as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her mouth shot open as her tongue lolled from her maw.

Her body went limp as soon as her climax ended and her husband coughed lightly as he regained the privileges to his oxygen. He shook off the dizziness that afflicted him for much of the session as he retreated from his position once more. Pearl lied on the floor, jolting and twitching as she descended from her orgasm. She did nothing but whimper and pant as if she was a broken dog, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she was suspended in a state of ahegao.

"You okay, sweetiebun?" Magnus asked panting as he wiped his mouth.

Pearl did not answer due to the fact that her body began to shut down on her. Her eyelids grew heavy at the instant her orgasm completely subsided. Her breathing shallowed out into that of a light snore. Magnus giggled to himself as he whispered to her sleeping form. "Geez, I didn't think that I was gonna kill you. But I guess that's all you can handle for tonight. Goodnight sweetie." Magnus ignited his horn and levitated the sleeping mare onto his back. Afterwards, he climbed the stairs as he trekked onward to their bedroom. He opened the door and carried the exhausted body into the bedroom. But to the opposite side of the hall, a small shadow looked on as the large stallion carried the mare through the doorway.

Rarity looked on in amazement as she continued to hide around the corner, observing the actions that took place before her very eyes. A well of curiosity opened in her mind as she looked to her parents after the loud screams filled her dreams, awakening her from her slumber. A waterfall of questions filled her mind as the door closed in the distance. She wondered what it was they were doing, what made her mother squirm like that, if her dad was hurting her, why was his head down 'there', why was her mother enjoying what looked as if she was being hurt by her father.

She slowly walked to her room as she figured out how she was going to ask her prince on what she saw that night. That night, she knew that she would have to try and make Shining explain it to her.

Author's Note

I know one of the sentences looks like a run-on but I did it on purpose for the absurdity of the scene which Orion was one who just wanted to watch the world burn. Yeah he's a bit crazy.

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