Time Reversal
By Naughty_Ranko

Night Light was tired after a hard night's work, but he felt good about himself. The Night Court had gone well and all was quiet in Canterlot's throne room. These short hours of the early morning were always the most peaceful.

Princess Luna had already left to prepare for lowering the moon and Night Light was left alone in the dark hall to finish up the paperwork that had accumulated. Stowing away another file in the cabinet by his desk, he stretched and yawned. “Wonder what Twilight is up to these days.”

She was probably sleeping soundly, unless she had once again spent the night on a study session of some kind or another. He chuckled. It was a trait she had no doubt inherited from him.

Just as he was about to staple another set of documents together, an icy chill blew through the throne room. “What's going on?” he asked out loud as a weird feeling took hold of him. Magic was crackling in the air and a mysterious sphere materialized in the corner of the room.

Was it an attack? Could it be the Changelings, Discord or some unknown enemy? With the possibilities racing through his mind, a figure emerged from the vortex of energy and stood on the magically scorched floor. “Twilight?”

The mare that stood in front of him was indeed his daughter and yet it wasn't. Her mane had a weird cut, almost as if it had been singed, and she was wearing a full-body black latex suit that was covered in cuts and tears.

She shook her head as if to clear a momentary disorientation and looked around. When she spotted him, a relieved smile crossed her face. “Dad!” she cried and threw herself into his embrace. “I'm so glad I found you.”

“I don't understand. I mean, I'm happy to see you, but what's going on?” He was thoroughly confused.

Twilight broke the embrace and made a serious face. “Listen, dad. I don't have much time to explain, but you have to help me.”

“Of course,” he said automatically. He would have done anything for his daughter, after all.

She nodded and magically made a piece of clothing appear out of thin air. “Good, I need you to put this on and buck my brains out!”

“ … WHAAAAATTT?” Night Light's scream could have probably been heard across all of Canterlot. He looked in stunned disbelief at the clothes, which turned out to be a maid's uniform, a FEMALE maid's uniform and then at his daughter again. “What did you just say?”

Twilight sighed. “I knew I had to explain it. But we don't have much time until sunrise, so listen closely. I've come from the future to prevent a catastrophe that is threatening all of Equestria.”

“Wha … You mean like some kind of epic pony war in the distant future?”

“Yes, exactly,” she said happily, glad that he understood at least that much. “I've come back in time to prevent it.”

Night Light looked more closely at her face, noticing the cloth wrapped around her head. “Twilight, did you hit your head or something?” Only then did he see the eye-patch. He had been too distracted by the rest of the weird get-up to notice it until now. “Oh dear Celestia, what happened to your eye?”

She groaned and lifted up the patch momentarily to reveal a perfectly good eye. “This isn't a bandage, it's a bandana and my eye is fine. I'm just wearing this, because it makes the bots afraid of me in battle.”

“Who are the bots?”

“They're the enemy soldiers, controlled by the trolls. Try to keep up, dad. A few hours from now a force from another world called the 'Internet' is gonna invade Equestria. The barrier between our realms has been weakening for years due to a thing called memes.”

Night Light smacked his face with his palm. “I don't understand. What's a meme and what does it have to do with this Internet place?”

Twilight scrunched up her face, trying to find the right words to explain. “Alright, you know how everypony's been saying 'sooo awesome' in Rainbow Dash's voice lately and with that exact same face, even though it has nothing to do with a given situation?”

“Yeeeeees,” he answered dubiously.

“That's a meme and every time somepony does it, the fourth wall gets a little weaker, allowing the forces of the Internet to cross over into Equestria and they get stronger and stronger, because they suck all the love and tolerance out of us.”

Night Light scratched his head, trying to wrap his brain around all the new words. “But how can we prevent that? We can't make everypony stop saying awesome all of a sudden.”

Twilight nodded. “That's why we have to fight memes with memes. In my time the war is almost lost and Equestria is in total chaos. Even Discord, who fought on our side, couldn't hold them back. But Pinkie Pie managed to break through the shattered fourth wall and infiltrate the Internet. She made contact with a resistance group known as the 'Bronies' and relayed this back to us. If we can come up with a meme that is so horrible, so disgusting that nopony would ever consider repeating it, we might be able to turn the attention of the trolls away, so the fourth wall can never break, because there is no love and tolerance for it.” Twilight looked down and clenched her fists. “Pinkie died, bringing us this information.”

Night Light was shocked. One of his daughter's best friends was dead? “Twi … “ he said with a sympathetic tone.

But she shook her head. “No, it's okay. If I'm successful, this will never even happen and the Pinkie you and my past self know won't have to die. That's why I can't let her sacrifice go to waste.”

As a father he could feel her determination, but the maid outfit in front of him still made no sense. He pointed at it. “So this is the solution you came up with?”

Twilight nodded. “Not just me. A royal summit was convened to discuss our counter-meme. Princess Celestia, Luna and Cadence all helped coming up with our last hope: Reverse Maid Service Incest! It's an idea so low that if it ever were to hit the Internet, it would lead the denizens of the Internet to immediately lose interest in Equestria as a whole. That in turn would lead the trolls to seek out memes from other places.”

“Gah … “ Night Light's lower jaw had dropped a few inches. “The Princesses came up with that?”

“Yes, I've already tried it with Shining Armor, after Cadence suggested it. But it turns out there are trolls who are actually into this kind of thing, they call it sis-con, and it only strengthened them. The battle afterward brought us to the brink of total destruction.”

“Hm, I see,” he considered that new information. Then the full implications of what she had just said came crushing down on him. “WAIT! Your brother wore that?” He gestured wildly at the maid dress and then at Twilight. “And then he … you … you both did … ?”

Twilight blushed and nodded.

The unicorn stallion was furious. His whole body shaking, he declared in a voice filled with holy anger: “Oh, he is SO GROUNDED!”

“Dad, please,” Twilight said, putting her hands on his shoulders. “You are our last hope.”

“Twilight, you're my daughter. How could I? It's so wrong!”

“Yes, that's exactly the point,” she said desperately, tears standing in her eyes. “It's stupid, morally repulsive and totally out-of-character for the both of us. That's why you need to put on women's clothing and hammer me like a bent nail! Do it for Pinkie Pie, do it for Equestria … do it for me. Please.”

He looked at her helplessly. “I … can't.” How could he even consider doing this to his one and only precious daughter, whom he loved more than life itself?

Twilight sighed and hung her head. “I see. I was hoping I didn't have to do this. But I got no choice.” She looked him straight in the eyes. “I'm sorry, dad.”

Her horn began to glow in that purple hue he knew so well. His muscles tightened and an icy chill went down his spine as he was frozen in place. “Twilight … what are you doing?” he managed to say.

“I'm sorry,” she replied. “But this is the only option I've got left. It has to be this way or Equestria is doomed.”

Another spell was cast and Night Light could feel his clothing dissolve and be replaced by the frilly maid outfit. He winced. “Even the underwear?” He could feel his stallionhood being squeezed in the small panties and the back was riding up his ass uncomfortably.

Twilight nodded, having run out of words to say sorry. “At least you don't have to wear a bra,” she said as if it was any consolation. “Speaking of.” While turning her face to the side with a blush, she pulled down her skintight bodysuit, revealing her perfectly shaped breasts.

Night Light gulped at the sight, remembering a time that didn't seem too long ago in which he would take baths together with his daughter. “Please don't make me do this.” But his pleas fell on deaf ears as his body began to move on its own. He had enough control to close his eyes, but his outstretched arms connected with his daughter's chest nonetheless.

“Hngh,” Twilight bit her lower lip with a moan that would have otherwise been very cute. “It's alright. You don't have to blame yourself, so it's okay to look.”

He shook his head, but the feeling alone was enough to assault his senses. They were so soft and his fingers sank into that soft flesh without effort. Under different circumstances he would have enjoyed this sensation to the fullest. For now he could only passively endure it as his hands began rolling the orbs around.

“Kyah!” Twilight let out a surprised yelp as his thumb brushed against her nipple. But it was followed up by a soft moan. Seeing her father cringing and keeping his eyes firmly shut, she drew him towards her, kissing him full on the lips.

He looked at her in surprise and saw his daughter's purple eyes. What he had feared the most, that look of disgust at what they were doing, to his surprise wasn't there. In a movement that was less forced and more natural, one of his hands slid down along her body and came to rest lightly on her bottom.

Twilight broke the kiss and stroked his cheek gently. “I'm not gonna hate you for this, so please don't hate me either.” She hesitated. “If it makes things any easier, just pretend that I'm mom.”

He nodded and gave in. Fighting the movements of his own body had exhausted him. So he conjured up a mental image of his wife and left his body to the mind control spell. This time he initiated the lip contact and was slightly more aggressive than she had been. Twilight didn't show any sign of resistance or revulsion, letting him suck on her soft lips and allowing his tongue entry into her mouth.

For a moment he truly felt like it was actually Velvet in his arms. Twilight had gotten so much from her mother, her intellect, her curiosity and aptitude for magic, things he was truly grateful for. And apparently she had also inherited her mother's seductive body. “You know,” he said, when their lips parted again. “When your mother and I are doing this, she's usually the one wearing the costume.”

Twilight giggled. “Oh, I know. She's told me all about it. The maid thing was her suggestion as a matter of fact.”

Nigh Light sighed. “I should have known.” The spell on his body now compelled him to move further down. He nibbled at his daughter's neck and gave her nipple a playful lick in passing. To his astonishment it was already hard. He reasoned that it must have been due to the coldness of the air.

His tongue trailed a circle around the rich mound and stopped at her belly button on the way further down. Twilight shivered in delight as he playfully licked around the area. Then his hands grabbed onto the suit that was already pulled down to her waist.

When it had been pulled down completely, Night Light looked up at his daughter's naked body from his kneeling position. “You've grown up.” It was a simple statement that nonetheless carried with it all kinds of mixed feelings. He couldn't pretend like she was his little girl any longer. But as he drank in her radiant beauty, despite the messy mane and strange look, he was hard pressed to admit that she was incredibly attractive.

As a father he felt guilty, but as a stallion he was a little happy to see her like that. Gathering her up in his arms, he carried her over to the throne and sat her down. He spread her legs and could now see her marehood clearly.

“Please don't stare,” she said with a flushed face. “It's embarrassing.” Though she had resolved to go through with this, it didn't mean her natural awkwardness was gone.

“It's not like I've never seen this before,” he said reassuringly. “I did change your diapers, after all.”

“Oh, nice way to keep the mood, dad,” she said, trying to overplay her nervousness with sarcasm.

“Sorry, you're right. You're a grown mare now and should be treated as such.” With that he planted a kiss on her lower lips.

“Ahnn.” A cute moan escaped her mouth and she bit her knuckle.

Night Light found himself following the prompting of the mind control spell more readily as he screwed his tongue into her. He licked around her insides, exploring the grown-up body of his daughter fully and liking the taste of it.

“Hic,” he could hear a sob from Twilight and looked up at her, despite the urge to keep going. She was crying.

“I'm sorry. This must be hard for you.”

She shook her head. “That's not it. I'm just happy to see you, to hear your voice, even though we're forced to do this.” She made a pause, obviously contemplating whether or not to tell him what she knew of the future. “From my perspective, you've been dead for seven years.”

Dead? He was dead in the future that she had come from? He wondered how it had happened. Had he died during battle? Perhaps protecting his family? He didn't dare ask for details, not wanting to open old wounds for her. Instead he redoubled his efforts and pinched her clitoris.

“You broke your neck, falling down a flight of stairs while doing paperwork for the princesses.”

He groaned inwardly, judging that he would have been better off not knowing. Fighting against the mind control, he managed to get himself up and brought his face close to hers and gave her a gentle kiss. “I'm here now.”

“Yes, I know,” Twilight replied with a smile. “I can feel you pressing against my stomach.” To reinforce her statement, she wrapped her slender fingers around his throbbing stallionhood, which was sticking out of the panties underneath his skirt.

He hung his head in defeat. “I'm a horrible father, getting excited while doing this to my daughter. And she's crying in front of me, too.”

Twilight angled his member towards her wet pussy. “It's fine, dad. I won't cry anymore. Seeing you again has made me very happy, so please enjoy our reunion.”

He pushed his hips forward and entered her slowly. The sensation was incredible. “Twilight, you're so tight,” he panted.

“Guh, you're so much bigger than Shining. I don't know if I can take all of you.”

Shining Armor! For a brief, irrational moment he was actually jealous at his son. “To take your sister's virginity. I wanted to do that!” As his lust broke like a dam to overcome his morality, he thrust himself forward and buried himself deep inside of her.

“Ahh!” Twilight moaned. “You're all the way in, dad. You're hitting my deepest spot.”

There was no going back now. He had done the unthinkable, so there was no longer any reason to hold back and he began to pound into her pussy.

Judging by Twilight's screams, she was enjoying it as well. She wrapped her arms around his back and kissed his collar bone. “Yes, that's it. Make love to me, dad.”

The last bit of rational thought in his mind asserted itself. “Can you really call it making love, if I'm under a spell?”

Twilight grinned mischievously, bringing her lips to his ear. “You haven't been under the spell, since you carried me over here. Sorry for deceiving you, but for the meme to work you needed to do this by yourself.”

Night Light was stunned and stopped his movements momentarily. Sure enough, he was in control and had been for the past several minutes. That meant his actions hadn't been taken under hypnosis, but by his body's instinct with the perceived mind control acting as a justification for his brain. “Buck. You tricked me.”

Twilight nibbled playfully at his earlobe, all the nervousness and doubt lifting from her voice now that the deception was no longer necessary. “Like you said. I grew up. Now what are you gonna do about it?”

He grimaced and twisted her around, so she was now braced against the throne and sticking her ass out towards him. “I'm gonna finish this. And I'm gonna punish my naughty daughter.”

He grabbed her tail and pulled at it as he once again began to pound into her. Twilight threw her head back in ecstasy. “Yes, that's it. Fuck my tight pussy with your hard cock.”

Night Light grabbed one of her tits and pinched her nipple, a little harder than he had done before. “Damn, my daughter is gonna become a slut in the future.”

“Yes, to save Equestria I've become a slut,” she admitted and then looked at him over her shoulders with watery eyes. “Do you still love me, daddy?”

That line, delivered in that adorable voice, was like an adorable weapon of mass destruction. His heart hadn't been prepared for that. He bent forward, taking her chin into his hand and gave her another kiss. Their tongues danced madly with each other for a while. “Of course I love you, Twilight,” he said. “I'll always love you and I love your sexy body.”

“That makes me so happy,” she panted.

“Just tell me one thing,” he whispered. “Whose cock is better. Mine or your brother's?”

She raised her ass, so he could slam into her even more. “Yours, daddy. So please fill me up with your love and let's save Equestria together.”

Night Light's chest swelled with pride, seeing how much his daughter was willing to give for her country. “For Equestria!” he declared and slapped her butt.

“Ahh, I can feel it.” She turned her head to see out the window. Sunrise was almost upon them. “Faster, daddy! We don't have much time left.”

“Uohhh!” he picked her up in his arms, thrusting madly into the young mare. Sloppy wet sounds echoed throughout the castle, signaling the last charge while his balls slapped against her labia. He could feel her inner walls squeezing him like never before. “Here we go!”

Twilight was still looking at the horizon. “It's here. The disaster! Incummmiiinnnggg!” She threw her head back and screamed as the hot load of her father's seed poured into her. As she climaxed a spark lit up in her eyes and her horn activated by itself, radiating a white pulse that rushed outwards.

Night Light collapsed on the throne, but managed to hold on to Twilight, who had gone limp in his arms. The orgasm coupled with the sudden release of intense magic had drained her strength. “Did we do it?” he asked.

It was a few seconds before Twilight managed to catch her breath. “Yes, I think so. We strengthened the fourth wall just in time.” Her eyes fluttered half closed as she fully enjoyed the afterglow. “That's so nice,” Twilight murmured, when the warm rays of Celestia's sun hit her face.

“Most beautiful sunrise I ever saw,” her father agreed. His cum was overflowing from her pussy, but he didn't want to pull out yet. He wanted to hold her like this just a little while longer, his precious, lovely, smart, beautiful, sexy, perverted daughter.

Then the air began to crackle. A sphere of magic appeared in front of them and a Twilight that was almost identical to her counterpart, except for the fact that she had a mechanical arm, stepped out of the light. “Twilight, you've got to listen to me. I have a very important message from the future. You need to cum with me, if you want to live.”

“But … but … we stopped Judgment Day!” the first Twilight protested, suddenly wide awake again.

Future future Twilight rolled her eyes. “No, you didn't. You only postponed it. Don't you know how sequels work? Anyway, Discord came up with a plan to fix this once and for all. One of you get down to the market. We're gonna need twenty rubber chickens, ten gallons of baby oil and three sets of scuba gear.” Then she turned on her heel and began to walk off.

“Where are you going?” Night Light called after her in confusion.

“To the Starswirl the Bearded Wing in the Canterlot Archives. I need to find a spell that can turn a mare into a stallion. Now move!”

Father and daughter looked at each other and smiled. “Don't go anywhere,” Night Light said. “I'll be back.”

“Dad!” she yelled in an attempt to stop him. “You might not wanna go out in public dressed like … Oh well, too late.”

• The End -

Author's Note

Thank you again to all of my 200 followers. This one is for you and I hope it brings a smile to your faces, messed up as it may be.