Airships, Sandskiffs, and Locomotives

Stepping down from the airship ramp onto the tarmac was like walking into heaven. Night Light breathed in deeply, the scent of summer filling his nostrils. All around the runways and hangars were thick trees, their rich green foliage turning even the airport environs into a thing of beauty as they rustled in the warm summer breeze. The sky above was a pure, cloudless cerulean.

Together with his wife and Candy, Night Light followed the temporary signage that had been erected on the tarmac toward the nearest gate of the airport, where they would pass through customs and finally begin the vacation part of this whole ordeal. Beyond that building waited the grand city of Maris, Griffrance’s great multispecies metropolis.

The sun-kissed air brushed gently through Night Light’s mane, bringing a grin to his face. “Well, it took us long enough.”

Candy released a low, soft sigh. “Ah, sweet Maris,” he whispered, using the Griffrench pronunciation. “It’s good to be back. I haven’t seen the city in a long time.”

Velvet’s smile was bittersweet. “I guess this is where we part ways, Don. You’re heading home now, right?”

Candy’s eyes closed wistfully. “Yes, I am.” Reopening his eyes, he gave them both a grateful look. “Thanks to you two.”

“The thanks are ours,” said Night Light. “We’d never have made it this far without you, Don.” He offered a hoof.

“Aw, don’t mention it,” said Candy, blushing and shaking it. “So, what are you two going to do first? See the cathedrals? Hit the beaches?”

Velvet pursed her lips, half-smiling. “We might check out the grand promenade before we go to the hotel tonight, but the main order of the day is shopping.”

“Oh! Well, there’s plenty to buy here. There’s this wonderful little boutique I know of in the—”

“Don,” said Velvet gently, “Your wife has to miss you terribly. You shouldn’t keep her waiting.”

He nodded with a reluctant smile. “You’re right. I’ll definitely be home in time for our anniversary now, though.” He took a deep breath. “Then I guess this is goodbye. Maybe we’ll see each other around, eh?”

Night Light grinned. “Stop by if you’re ever in Canterlot. We’d love to have dinner with you and Marietta.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” said Candy with a wink.

A minute or two of walking later, they reached the airport gate. Candy held back, blinking. “Well, I’d better find another way around. I wasn’t on the passenger list, after all.”

“Need a disguise?” asked Velvet, her horn glowing.

“No, I’ll be fine. There’s a guy here who owes me a favor…” Candy gave them a cheeky grin and waved as he walked away toward another gate.

The Sparkles watched him go, giving farewell waves of their own. Velvet sighed with evident melancholy. “I never thought I’d miss him, but it’s going to feel awfully quiet without his plumbing stories as background noise.”

“He does grow on you. Must be why Marietta married him.” Night Light took one last breath of the outdoor air. “Come on, now, let’s not get all weepy right when we’ve finally arrived! Let’s go see if this city lives up to its reputation.”

* * *

They passed through customs with merciful swiftness, and emerged from the airport as the barest hints of pink crept into the sky. Hailing a griffon-drawn air-cab at the terminal, Night Light gave the drivers the address he’d memorized back in Canterlot when preparing this trip, and soon they were flying above the city.

Velvet sighed, leaning against him and looking out over the sprawling city. Glittering edifices and gleaming towers jutted up into the early twilight, already flickering with artificial light. The grand river whose shores the city surrounded wound aimlessly through it, crossing under bridges and weaving toward the distant ocean.

“Look,” said Velvet, pointing with an excited glint in her eye. “I think that’s the Hoovre.”

Night Light craned his head over the side of the flying carriage and squinted at the distant building complex. The unmistakable glass pyramid rose from the central courtyard, confirming Velvet’s guess. “We’re still planning to spend a day there, right?”

“Yep! Looking forward to that ancient Pegasus statuary.” Velvet rested her head on his shoulder. “Professor Quillfeather from the classics department insisted that we check it out when she heard we were going.”

They spent the next few minutes trying to spot more landmarks, pointing them out with delight. The distant Eiffeline Tower, the magnum opus of the famous griffon architect Ser Gustave, was an easy one to spot; but they caught glimpses of others like the Arc de Triumph Ancienne, a relic of the formidable Gryphan Empire, and the grand cathedral of Notre-Lionne de Maris.

The sight of so many noble architectural marvels was nearly enough to distract Night Light from the more earthly delights that they were after tonight, but he was steadily reminded by the warm brush of his wife’s breath on his cheek as they took in the view together. He rubbed his cheek against her horn, smiling softly.

When their griffon cabbies began to circle around and descend, the two unicorns grabbed their bags and prepared for the landing. After a short, exhilarating drop, the cart settled onto the cobblestones with a jolting rattle, rumbling forward as the griffons bled momentum from the touchdown.

“We ‘ave arrived, monsieur et madame,” said one of their drivers, doffing his cap with a dramatic sweep.

Night Light paid their fare and tipped the cabbies as Velvet got out of the cart to stretch. When finished, he hopped out onto the street, hauling his bag with him. “Thanks for the lift.”

“Of course, monsieur. Enjoy the city!” The griffons both waved goodbye, flapping their wings as they took flight to return to the airport.

Night Light looked around the street, glancing at the hundreds of shops that lined the thoroughfare. “Want to grab dinner at that little café half a block down?”

“Later,” said Velvet. “Come on, we’re on a mission, remember?”

Grinning, he hefted his bag over his back. “Yes, ma’am.”

Their destination was just across the street from the restaurant he’d pointed out. The windows bore the store’s name, Voyage au Désir, along with a tremendous array of nightwear and lingerie that was pushing the limits of what could be displayed on a public street—a few articles of which made Night Light’s pulse quicken a little. It was a classy-looking establishment, though, far from that seedy little shop he’d picked up the hoofcuffs and the plug in.

His opinion of the place only improved as they stepped inside through the glass double-doors, passing another unicorn couple who were on their way out. The store’s lighting was white but warm, the floors clean and the windows polished. It could have been any upscale clothing outlet from Canterlot, were it not for the massive—in multiple senses—collection of dildos lining the shelves to their right.

A lady griffon who was stocking one of the shelves paused her work and swept out to greet them with a beaming smile. “Bonjour! Je peux vous aider?”

He glanced aside at his wife. Normally she’d have been blushing intensely at this point, but apparently after the last week she was long past being embarrassed. Velvet winked at him, and leaned close to whisper in his ear. “I think I’d rather browse a bit first, hm?”

Night Light returned the wink with a smile. Velvet turned to the griffon and shook her head.“Merci, mais pas maintenant.”

The griffon’s beak twitched with a badly concealed smile at Velvet’s accent. “Ah, Equestrians! Welcome to Maris. Just let me know if you need ‘elp finding anything.” She returned to her task, nonchalantly lifting a cardboard box full of condoms to resume filling the shelf.

Velvet took the lead, and Night Light followed. The two took a leisurely stroll through the aisles, looking over potential purchases with curiosity. Some of the items were exciting, some fascinating, and more than a few verged on terrifying—the two brushed past the small rack of metal-studded flails with wide eyes.

They shared raised eyebrows and giggles at a few of the more outré objects, like the enormous silicon mass in a box labeled Le Derrière de la Reine du Soleil, a disembodied pair of buttocks bearing the unmistakable symbol of Celestia’s cutie mark on either cheek. “Goodness, I wonder if the princess has ever seen these,” muttered Velvet, prodding the box with a dubious hoof.

Trying to stifle a fit of laughter, Night Light did his best to keep a straight face. “Who knows? Maybe they got her to model for them.”

“Oh, dear, and there’s a Luna variant…” Velvet eyed him with a wicked grin. “Oh, too bad, honey, I don’t see one for Cadance.”

Blushing, Night Light coughed. “Hey, I haven’t brought up Flash Sentry.”

“Fair enough.” Velvet’s eyes suddenly crossed. “Oh, no, I hope they don’t make one of these for Twilight.” She made a gagging noise.

“Gah,” said Night Light, wincing. “Thanks for that image. She’s not very famous outside Equestria, so hopefully not. Let’s move on.”

Eventually, they found their way to the lingerie section. Velvet raised an eyebrow. “My, my, some of these look fun.”

“I’ll say…” Night Light grinned, pulling a pair of elaborate lace black panties up against their hangar hook. “The thought of you in these is downright enticing.”

“Say, how much wiggle room do we have—”

“Not much, in these.”

“—in our budget?” Velvet finished, rolling her eyes with an unwilling smile. “If we can spare the cash, I wouldn’t mind picking up some new clothes…”

She nearly laughed as her husband’s face lit up like a foal on Hearth’s Warming Eve. Dropping the panties back to their hook, he swallowed with badly concealed excitement. “You mean it?”

“Oh, yes,” said Velvet, suddenly wearing a dastardly grin. “Tell you what. You pick out the clothes, I’ll pick out the sizes.”

Giddy, Night Light began hoofing through the racks, pausing momentarily to glance at her flank with a bit lip and lust in his eyes. Velvet obliged him with a sultry smile, putting her hind leg out in a fair semblance of a catwalk strut.

Oh, goddess, he thought, put that mare in stockings and I think I’ll have a heart attack.

When he’d decided on a few items, he pointed them out to Velvet. She flipped through the rack toward the back end. “Hm, let’s see. Small, medium, medium… they’re calling fifteen a medium!? I guess we know where Cadance buys all her clothes... Ah, here we go, thirty-two large.”

Night Light blinked in confusion. “A large?” He did the laundry often enough to know his wife’s clothes were nowhere near that big.

“Oh, you know,” she said quickly, “these things shrink terribly in the wash. I’d like to be able to wear it more than once.”

He tilted his head. “Uh, if you say so.”

“Anyway! Let’s go check out that last aisle. I bet our prize is buried in the expensive stuff.”

Walking around the shelves to the final area of the store, they spent another few minutes oohing and aahing at the higher-end merchandise before Night Light’s stomach reminded him with a grumble that their last meal had been before noon. “It’s getting late, honey.”

“Yes… I don’t see the F3000 anywhere.”

“Well, let’s ask that griffon. I want to get out of here and grab some food.”

“Done browsing? Oh, all right,” said Velvet with a wistful sigh, tracing a hoof along the shelf below a very expensive set of glass beads. “After all,” she added with a faint grin, “we want to get to the hotel in time to try it out tonight.”

They found the griffon employee again, who was now sitting behind the register with an inventory sheet and a quill. She looked up at their approach, smiling congenially. “‘Ave you found what you were looking for?”

“Not everything,” said Night Light. “Where do you keep the, uh, Fornicatron 3000 models?”

The griffon whistled. “Ah, you ‘ave good taste. I bought one of those to try out with my husband… but I’m afraid I just sold the last one we ‘ad in stock less than an hour ago.”

There was a long, silent beat. Velvet made a noise like air escaping from a balloon. Night Light felt a tremble in his chest. He blinked slowly, his lips trembling.

“Ha… haha!” He quivered, his mouth curling up into an irrepressible grin. “Ahahahah,” he laughed, doubling over. “They’re out of stock!”

The griffon gave him a concerned look, but it was too late to stop now. Night Light placed a hoof on the counter to steady himself, great, big, unstoppable guffaws rumbling up from his belly.

Velvet’s head thudded to the counter. “Don’t tell me it was that unicorn couple who left right before we got in.”

The griffon cleared her throat with an anxious glance at Night Light, who was still caught in the throes of desperate, despairing mirth. “I am afraid so. Lovely folks, though. Said they ‘ad been having an ‘ard time of things this last week; apparently there was some mix-up with their train tickets… they were so happy to ‘ave something go right for them.”

Night Light made a noise halfway between a snort and a snarl. “The Sporkles!” More giggles burst forth. “This is all punishment for that damn hotel room, I know it.” He gazed beseechingly up at the ceiling. “But do we deserve all this?”

“I am sorry,” said the griffon, frowning with sympathy. “We will get more in next month.”

“But we’ll be gone by then,” said Velvet mournfully. “And they don’t ship them over the border…”

The griffon shrugged helplessly. “Well, I do not think any other stores in the city ‘ave our inventory selection, but you could try Jeanette’s down on 332 South Street.”

Night Light had checked that out in detail when making travel arrangements; this was the only store in Maris carrying the luxury item in question. He shook his head with a sigh. “We’ll keep it in mind, thanks. At least we can get these…”

He placed the clothes on the counter, and the griffon began to ring them out. Turning to Velvet, he stretched a hoof toward the door. “Well, honey, I think I could use some wine and a few black truffles. Let’s go get dinner.”

Crestfallen, the two left the store behind, crossing the street toward the small restaurant. Ponies and griffons still filled the streets, even though the daylight had faded to the creamy pink of sunset.

They placed orders inside the restaurant, then retired to one of the outdoor tables to wait for their food to arrive. Setting his bag down with a thump, Night Light relaxed on one of the seating cushions and rested his hooves on the table. “It’s a gorgeous night out.”

“Yes…” Velvet leaned her head on one hoof and sighed. “I can’t believe that after all this trouble they were out of the darn things.”

“The important thing is, we made it. The whole city’s ours to explore. A week in Maris, not a care in the world… that’s better than any toy, no matter how elaborate.” A waiter appeared with their drinks. The two thanked him and took their wine glasses.

“Mmm…” agreed Velvet, taking a sip. “You know, this reminds me of our honeymoon.”

“Yeah.” Night Light sighed, smiling. “That Dromedarian pyramid tour was something special. I’ll never forget that view from the top level.”

Velvet gave a nostalgic purr. “Funny, the part I remember best was when we snuck off behind the Sphinx to play hide the obelisk. There’s just something about big, rock-hard monuments that stirs me up.”

Night Light snorted. “Is that why you want to go see that statuary exhibit?”

“What can I say? All those big, well-muscled pegasi, posing heroically, mmm. I’m just terribly fond of large… stiff… stallions,” she said, running a hoof along his hind leg under the table. She leaned over and kissed him.

As they broke apart, Night Light spotted the door of the store across the street opening. The griffon employee emerged, carrying a bag with the store’s name on it. “Hmph. That lady said she bought one of the last F3000s, right? Looks like she bought it today.”

“I can’t blame her for not giving it up,” said Velvet, shrugging. “She said she wanted it for her husband. We’re just some random customers.”

Nodding absently, Night Light’s eyes flicked down the street and widened. “Wait a minute… is that—it’s Candy!”

Velvet twisted to look. “Well, well!”

The salespony was trundling down the road on the opposite side of the street with his trunk in tow, whistling a tune. Night Light was about to wave a hoof to get his attention when suddenly Candy’s eyes lit up and he broke into a swift canter. Night Light paused, thinking that he’d seen them—until he noticed that the griffon was racing toward Candy with equal vigor.

The two collided not far from the Sparkles’ dinner table, hugging each other. “Oh, Donald, mon amour,” cried the griffon, encircling him with her wings. The other passersby didn’t even pause; apparently this sort of thing was common in Maris.

Night Light tilted his head in befuddlement. “Oh.”

“Unbelievable!” said Velvet. Night Light turned to see his wife fuming. “All that talk about his anniversary, and he was really just trying to get out here to see some Marisian mistress.”

“Er, mistress? What makes you think—”

She gave him a very dry look. “Does Don seem like he’s Griffrench to you?”

He shrugged. “Well, no, but—”

“Then why is a local is calling him mon amour? Clearly he’s got some hussy on the side that he sees while he’s on sales trips.”

The pony and the griffon were having a rapid, hushed discussion, staring doe-eyed at each other. Velvet gave a furious snort. “Who knows if she’s even the only one? I’ve got half a mind to go over there and…” She stood abruptly, rattling the table.

Night Light stood with her, sucking in a breath through his teeth. “Honey, it’s really none of our business…”

It was too late to reason with her. With another angry huff, she set off across the street toward Candy and the griffon. Night Light followed her, dismayed.

Candy and his paramour were now locked in a very deep kiss, completely oblivious to their approach. Night Light noted with a detached interest how one had to turn their head at almost a right angle to kiss someone with a beak.

“Don Candy!” shouted Velvet.

Candy and the griffon broke apart, startled. Candy’s eyes shot wide open as he saw the two of them. “Velvet! Night Light!”

There was a brief pause. Night Light could see his wife’s jaw twitch as she gathered verbal ammunition, yet it was Candy who fired the first shot. With his trademark wide, beaming smile, he lifted a hoof to gesture at the two of them. “Marietta, these are the two I told you about! We’ve been through a lot together.”

The griffon blinked in surprise. “Oh!” She let her wings fold to her back and stretched out a claw. “You are the Sparkles! Donald mentioned your names in a letter this week, but I did not realize when we spoke, earlier—it is a pleasure to meet you both!”

Velvet looked quite blindsided, her hoof still lifted in now-aimless accusation. “You’re… you’re Marietta?”

Night Light swept in to the rescue. “We’ve heard a lot about you,” he said, shaking her claw with his hoof. “Although when Don said you worked in retail, that wasn’t quite what I’d pictured…” he gave a small laugh.

Marietta laughed in return. “You are not the first to be surprised. Ah, and on the other claw, whenever I tell anyone that my husband works in plumbing, they think I am using a euphemism.”

“It’s—it’s very good to meet you,” said Velvet, offering her own hoof, which Marietta shook. His wife was blushing fiercely, Night Light noted with amusement. “Your husband’s been a huge help to us both.”

Candy looked absolutely delighted at the unexpected meeting. “How have you guys been enjoying the city? Our hometown can be a bit of a maze if you don’t know your way around already.”

“Don,” said Velvet, now recovered somewhat, “you never told us you were from Griffrance!”

“Well,” he said sheepishly, kicking the cobblestones, “I didn’t want you to think I was just trying to bum a ticket off you. Like I said in the mountains, I never wanted to be a burden.”

Night Light blinked, still surprised. “You don’t have even a trace of an accent.”

“Oui, oui,” said Don, winking. “I’m from Fillydelphia originally. I met Marietta here on a sales trip ten years back. Since I spend most of my time on the go anyway, it wasn’t hard to uproot and move out here to join her.” He clapped his hooves in excitement. “We’ve got to show you guys around town!”

“Well let’s finish dinner first,” said Night Light, laughing.

Marietta nodded, smiling. “May we join you? I would like to hear about this marvelous journey Donald tells me you ‘ave ‘ad.”

“Of course,” said Velvet, still rosy-cheeked at her initial error. “And dinner’s our treat. Like I said, we owe Don for getting us here.”

As the group crossed the street, she leaned closer to Night Light and whispered, “Next time I start playing Love Cop, please shoot me.” He snickered, and gave her a reassuring wink.

She led them back to the table, and the four took seats. The waiter returned, a bit flustered at the addition of two guests to the table, no doubt throwing off the simultaneous delivery of their entreés. After the two newcomers had ordered, he raced back inside toward the kitchen.

The Sparkles regaled the Candys about their misadventures over the past week, glossing over or leaving out the more private episodes. Even without those, it was a wild tale, he realized. The kids weren’t going to believe them when they heard about it.

Marietta was doubled up in laughter by the time their food arrived. “Oh, oh,” she gasped, “it flooded the whole building? Oh, goodness…”

“Yeah,” said Night Light, rubbing the back of his neck. “And we’ve been paying for it ever since, I think.”

She wiped a tear away, shaking her head. “Ah, Donald, you simply must help those poor souls at the hotel on your next trip.”

“Definitely on my list,” said Don, tapping his chin. He smiled as the waiter appeared, bearing trays on his back and in his hoof.

The quartet dug into the food, and the conversation continued sporadically throughout the meal. By the time they were done, the sun had long set and the crescent moon had risen high in the sky.

Sitting back, full and satisfied, Night Light patted his stomach. “Ahh, now that’s what I call a meal.”

“Oui, our cuisine ‘as no parallèle,” said Marietta, making a kiss blowing gesture with her claw. “We must take you to my sister’s restaurant this week. She makes the best onion soup you ‘ave ever tasted. Simply divine.”

“We’d love to,” said Velvet, her embarrassment long replaced by enjoyment of the company. “We didn’t have a very strict itinerary planned. I’d love to see the sights with some locals.”

“Although,” said Night Light with a yawn, “perhaps we should start tomorrow. We haven’t checked into our hotel yet.”

“Oh right!” Candy’s head bobbed. “Of course. Where are you staying?”

“The Mareiott on 24th Avenue.”

Candy nodded. “I know the place. Not far from here, actually, we can show you the way on hoof if you want to save on cab fare.”

“Sure!”

“And we can meet you guys there tomorrow morning, if you like. There’s this beach about twenty minutes west of the city that I think you’ll really enjoy, we could make a day trip out of it.”

“Sounds like a plan,” said Velvet, smiling tiredly. “Let’s go.” She stood to leave, and the rest of them likewise got up from their seating cushions.

“Oh, I forgot to ask,” said Candy as he led the party down the road. “Did you two find whatever that thing you were shopping for was?”

The two of them and Marietta all paused for a moment, sharing a glance. “No,” said Night Light, a little regretfully, “they were out of them.”

Marietta glanced at her bag. “Ah… again, my apologies.”

Candy’s eyebrow lifted as he looked between them. “Wait a minute…” He barked a laugh, elbowing Night Light. “Oho, so that’s what you were after. Well, judging from the previous model that Marietta brought home from work, it’s definitely worth crossing an ocean for.”

“Don, please,” said Velvet, covering her eyes in embarrassment. “Bad enough that you heard… well, all that stuff in the desert.”

“Ah, relax,” he said, waving a hoof. “What’s the point of being married if you don’t get to try new things together? Good for you both.” His grin faded into a thoughtful frown. “Although you say they didn’t have any left?”

He looked at Marietta with a plaintive expression. She blinked in momentary confusion, then tilted her head with a chiding frown. “Donald, no! This was your anniversary present.”

“I know,” he said, kissing the tip of her beak. “But these two traveled a long way for this. And this is their only chance. We can always get another one later.”

“But Donald,” said Marietta, resting a claw gently against his cheek. “I ‘ave not seen you in months. This was supposed to be special.”

“Any night with you is special, ma petite plume,” he said, rubbing his nose against her beak. “And I owe them for bringing us back together.”

“Ah,” she sighed, resistance crumbling. “I ‘ad to marry the most generous stallion in Equestria.” Smiling ruefully, she looked up at the Sparkles and offered her bag. “Go on, then. And thank you for bringing him home to me.”

“W-we can’t take that!” spluttered Night Light.

“Don, that’s not—” began Velvet.

Candy held up a hoof, smiling calmly. “I’ve already gotten the best anniversary present I could ever hope for—a way back home, and two new friends to share my city with! Take it. Please.”

Night Light chewed on his lip for a moment. “Well, at least let us pay you for it.”

Marietta snorted a laugh. “I will not turn that down.”

Pulling the enormous pouch of money he’d brought with him to purchase the toy out of his luggage, Night Light offered it to the griffon. They exchanged bags, Marietta flipping open her husband’s trunk and dropping the pouch within.

“Great,” said Candy, chipper once more. “Now come on, let’s get you to that hotel.”

Twenty minutes later, they stood before the huge Mareiott building. Night Light craned his head up and gave a happy laugh. “Beats the Quality Inn, that’s for sure.”

“We will see you tomorrow morning at ten ‘o-clock sharp,” said Marietta with a smile and a wave. “Bring sunscreen. The summer sun can be fierce.”

“We will, thanks,” he said, looking over to Candy. “And Don… if you ever need a favor, just ask. We’ll help however we can.”

“Huh,” said Candy, a sly smile creeping onto his face. “I’ve never been owed a favor by the parents of royalty before.”

Night Light and Velvet wore equally startled expressions. Velvet coughed. “You know who we are?”

“Have since you first introduced yourselves. Your names have been in every paper in Equestria ever since Princess Twilight’s coronation, they weren’t hard to recognize.” Candy winked. “But you two didn’t make a big deal out of it, so neither did I.”

Night Light felt a rush of gratitude. Half of his and Velvet’s relationships had acquired an anxious level of formal distance ever since the coronation. Having friends you could relax and be yourself with was more valuable than gold. “Thanks, Don. That means… more than you might guess.”

Velvet hugged Candy. “Goodnight, Don. And thank you.”

“Don’t thank me till you try that gizmo out,” said Candy, chuckling. “All right, me and Marietta had better get going. Goodnight, you two. Try not to get too wild, we’ve got a decent walk tomorrow morning.”

With heated cheeks, Night Light nodded. “Enjoy your anniversary.”

“I already am,” said Candy dreamily. He parted with a wave, vanishing into the Marisian streets with his wife at his side.

* * *

An hour later, Velvet whistled a faint tune as she strode down the hotel hallway. Trying to remember the words of the song’s chorus, she pushed back into the hotel suite she and Night Light were staying in with a bottle of Malbec still dangling in her magical grip.

Her husband was lying on the lily-patterned bedspread, surrounded by packaging. He’d thoroughly disemboweled the box during her little wine-gathering expedition to the hotel bar, and now paper and plastic were scattered all around him. But the thing that inexorably drew her eye was the object the box had contained.

The Fornicatron 3000 hovered a few inches off the surface of the bed, apparently under its own power. It was a featureless pink sphere, looking nothing like the strange contraption she’d seen in that catalog weeks ago. I guess you have to activate it somehow, she mused, watching it for any signs of movement.

Night Light was buried in the thick instruction booklet, mouth screwed up in concentration. He glanced up as she entered the room. “How was the bar?”

“Very nice. The patrons weren’t all that observant, though. I didn’t get any funny looks.”

His brow furrowed. “Why would you get…” His eyes opened wide, and his mouth gaped a little. “You didn’t wear that down there, did you?”

In reply, she winked before turning around and lifting her tail, giving him a good view of the flared end of the plug nestled firmly inside her. “Put it in right before I left. I thought I’d get warmed up.”

Her husband swallowed, wiping his forehead. “In public? Um. Wow.”

Velvet’s horn glimmered to life, and she gasped a little as the plug popped out. “How are your own preparations going?”

Sighing, he dropped the instruction booklet on the bedspread. “Velvet… I’ve been thinking.”

She took another sip of the wine, raising her eyebrows and gesturing for him to continue.

Night Light bit his lip for a moment. “Look, I know… I know we went to a lot of trouble to get our hooves on this thing. And I know it’s the whole reason we set out, to start with. But… is this what we were really after?”

He sat up on the bed, pressing his forehooves together. “Or was it just… variety? Novelty? A reminder that we haven’t tapped out yet, that there’s still more to discover? Maybe what we wanted wasn’t some toy, or a cruise, or even a vacation… maybe it was inside us, all along, and we’ve discovered it on our journey. I don’t think we need this after all. I think we should just… enjoy ourselves together, without relying on some silly pink toy as a crutch.”

Velvet took another sip from the bottle. “You can’t figure out how to turn it on, can you?”

He wilted. “W—well, I mean, the manual’s three hundred pages long, and it’s almost entirely in griffrench…”

Snickering, Velvet rolled onto the bed. The wine bottle hovered after her. “Here, have a taste. This is some good wine.”

Sheepishly, he took hold of the bottle with a glowing horn, and brought it to his lips. “Hey, how much of this have you had?”

“Ohh,” she said, trying not to slur her words, “a few sips here and there.”

“A quarter of the bottle? Big sips, Velvet.” Grinning, he took a drink. “Be careful, or you’ll knock yourself out before we get to the fun parts.”

“Mmm. Not tonight.” Her eyes flashed. “I’ve got something special I’ve been looking forward to since our shopping trip. But we’re both going to need a little liquid courage. Drink up.”

His second sip was a bit nervous. “Something special?”

“Here, give me the manual. I read enough academic papers in griffrench, I’m sure I can figure this out.”

Night Light pushed it across the bedspread toward her. “Have at it, honey.”

“While I’m doing this, I’ve got a request.” She inhaled, biting her lip with gleeful anxiety. Is he going to agree? This is a bit much, even with all we’ve done already. Horn glowing, she lifted the bag they’d brought from Marietta’s store, pulling out the boxes that contained Night Light’s hoof-picked lingerie. “I want to see what these look like when they’re all worn at the same time.”

He gently tugged one of the boxes. “Want me to help you put them on?”

“No. I want you to put them on.”

There was a moment of shocked silence. Night Light made a little eep sound, the anticipation on his face suddenly replaced with something close to terror. “M-me?”

“Please?” She batted her eyelashes at him. “Remember that little fantasy I told you about with Flash? I’ve always kind of wanted to see you, well…” She giggled. “On bottom. In every sense.”

“Er… and this’ll help…?”

“I really want to see you wear these, dear. Like a pretty little mare.” She kissed him. “Do it for me?”

He gave an embarrassed cough. “I… I guess if you really want, I can… I can give it a try.” He stood, looking at the boxes with trepidation, rubbing his forehead. With a pained sigh, he lifted the cover off of the box with the panties. “Oh, the things I do for love.”

“Not just for love,” she said, giddy at his acceptance. “You wear those for a bit, and I’ll let you put something bigger than a plug in this tight little booty of mine.”

That returned a bit of pep to his step, she noted with amusement. He nodded, eagerness warring with shame. “Well, I guess I’ll—”

“Not in here! I want to see it all together. Go change in the bathroom.”

Nodding with reddening cheeks, he gathered the boxes and left for the other room. Velvet rubbed her hooves, setting the wine bottle down on the nightstand before turning down to glance at the manual.

She flipped to page one and read through the introductory feature text. “Remote provided for non-magical species… direct activation through magic, there we go. Ooh, a self-sterilization function. ‘Ass-to-mouth? No problem!’ Not the most tasteful slogan…”

Her eyes scanned further down the page. “Automatic self-lubrication, interesting; I wonder how they managed to generate a liquid without reducing the mass of the toy? Fluid simulation with instant cleanup, now that’s nice.”

The manual had the disconcerting habit of always referring to the toy as The Device, but it was clear enough on how to operate the thing. Velvet began paging through the various sections, pausing to examine the settings that caught her eye. Two in particular were quickly added to her short list for the night. Her horn flickered as she powered the device on to test the magical charge, and she was greeted with a brief, low hum. The surface of the pink sphere rippled like water, little circles of texture appearing and vanishing before her eyes. Velvet peered into the depths, fascinated.

The creaking of the bathroom door drew her attention like a lightning rod. The light within switched off, and the door pushed further open. Hesitantly, a black stocking-clad hoof emerged, pressing down on the carpet. Velvet’s eyebrows rose until they threatened to jump off her head as Night Light shuffled out into the bedroom.

“Oh, sweet Sisters, you’re adorable!” she squealed.

Her big, strong stallion was wearing full-length stockings topped with lacy frills on all four legs. His back and chest were covered by a black chemise, so sheer that she could see the faint blue of his coat through it. His tail poked through a hole in the elaborate lace panties, black to match the rest of the outfit. They covered his cutie mark, but the faint shape of the moon was still barely visible underneath.

The overall effect was startling; he looked more naked than if he’d been wearing nothing. The tight black choker with the violet gem dangling from the center set the entire ensemble off marvelously.

Night Light’s cheeks were scarlet. He shifted from hoof to hoof, trying and utterly failing to look dignified, like a guilty filly caught stealing from the cookie jar. It was the cutest thing she’d ever seen.

Velvet swept a hoof across the bedspread, knocking all the packaging aside. “Come on over here, you beautiful stallion, you.”

He dragged his unwilling hooves across the carpet to join her on the bed. Not quite able to meet her eye, he sat on the mattress, sliding in from the edge, and said something in a tiny voice.

“What was that?” Velvet tried not to lick her lips at the sight of the bulging triangle of cloth over his crotch.

“I asked,” he said, voice dripping with embarrassment, “if you had any luck getting it working.”

“Yes! But it needs us both to activate it.”

He blinked in confusion. “That’s kind of strange.”

“Only for the first activation. See, for the couples’ options, it simulates our… well, our bodies. Parts of them, anyway. Exact replicas. But for that, we need to leave an imprint.” She pressed a hoof up to the side of the pink sphere. It sank slightly into the surface, but soon encountered resistance and paused.

Night Light lifted a stocking-clad hoof—Velvet felt a shiver of delight—and rested it on the sphere opposite hers. The device gave a long, high-pitched tone. The surface flashed yellow, then violet, then another tone played, before the light and sound vanished.

“Done!” Velvet set her hoof down. Night Light had barely let the sphere go when she pounced on him.

Rolling him under her, she leaned down and planted a kiss on his nose. “You look great. You’ve got a good eye for sexy sleepwear, honey.”

“Just please, don’t ask me to wear anything like this in public,” he said, still blushing madly.

“No, no… this is our little secret.” She looked downward, devouring him with her eyes. “I want you all to myself.”

His chest rose and fell shakily under the thin silk chemise, as nervous as a virgin mare with her high-school boyfriend. Velvet had the cathartic sensation of corrupting some poor, innocent youth. Payback for all the things he’d done to her back in those days. All those sweet, delicious things…

She placed a hoof on his belly and slid it up under the fabric. “How’s it feel? Comfortable?”

“Th-the shirt’s okay, but the, um. The p…” He swallowed. “The panties are a bit tight.”

“I guess someone’s too big for a size large,” she said, brushing the hoof up to his chest. He was sweating a little, to her satisfaction. “On the plus side, that means I might be able to wear them after a wash or two.”

He brightened a little at the thought of that. “I hope so. They’d look a lot better on you.”

“Oh, don’t be modest. You look so cute in them.” She placed her other hoof on the bulge, putting slight pressure on his hidden sheath. Night Light made a little ah sound, before covering his lips with a hoof and blushing further. “I’ve always loved how in touch you are with your feminine side, Nighty.”

“N-not that in touch,” he said, wriggling slightly under her hooves.

“Oh, plenty enough.” She leaned down to kiss his neck, right under the choker, drawing a sharp intake of breath from him. “After all, how many stallions would let their wife plow them in the ass?”

“Wh-what!?”

Lifting her head, she raised an eyebrow and smiled. “You did say you wanted to try more after our experiments on the airship.”

“Well… the plug felt pretty good, I admit, but…” He swallowed, shyly pulling his forelegs up under his chin to cover his chest. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

“You sure?” She glanced down. His cock had begun to stiffen, already poking over the waistband of the black, lace garment. She flicked the tip with her hoof. “Having you inside me is the best, Nighty. I’d love to share it with you… show you how a mare feels.”

“I, um, uh… I…” He took a deep breath. “I’m gonna need another drink.”

Velvet grinned. “A polite lady says ‘please.’”

“Please?” he asked, somehow growing even redder in the face.

She floated the bottle of wine between them, taking a sip before letting him do the same. Between them, his cock had grown fully erect, several inches sticking out of the top of his panties. The triangle couldn’t quite contain his balls, either, falling a bit short on either side.

Oh, he’s enjoying this. He just doesn’t want to admit it to himself, yet.

“Nowwww,” she said, stretching the word out in a sibilant drawl, “it’s time you get a taste of your own medicine.” She spread his hind legs apart, enjoying the way they trembled at her touch.

She’d fantasized about this sort of thing a lot, over the years. That little scene with Flash Sentry was just one of hundreds. It wasn’t so much the thought of her husband taking a thick, pulsing cock up the ass that got her sweating; it was the way his face crumbled with delight, the way all that strong, sturdy confidence melted like butter under the attention of another, bigger stallion. She’d never expected to get the opportunity to do that to him herself.

With a flash of her horn, the pink sphere behind them suddenly whizzed into motion. The sphere raced around to fly between them, smacking down between Velvet’s legs. She gasped a little as the cold material touched her skin, but it instantly warmed to match her temperature. The ball flattened against her, deforming to match the curves of her body.

With another horn flash, she activated the first setting on her list, le Réciproque. The toy twitched, a magical current running across her skin wherever the surface touched her. She looked up into her husband’s face with a sultry smile.

Night Light’s eyes widened as the unmistakable shape of a cock, rendered in bright pink, rose from the mass of the toy like it was coming out of a pool of water. He gulped. “W-wait a minute, that looks like my—”

“Mhm! That’s why we needed to imprint it.” Velvet rubbed her hooves. “Told you, a perfect copy. Aside from the color.”

She leaned over him, letting her surrogate cock rest atop his own, the pink shaft resting atop its perfect twin, already bound to his stomach by the panties. “You’re going to get to feel exactly what I do.”

His cock twitched. “How… how does it… feel?”

Velvet’s hoof crept down, tracing the line of the panties beneath the bulge down across his spread cheeks. “Shh. Be a good little mare, and I’ll show you.”

“Mmmm!” he bit down on his lip and his hoof twitched as she poked the head of her cock against the thin lace shielding his entrance. “Be gentle,” he whispered, hiding his eyes with a stocking-covered foreleg.

“Of course. It’s your first time,” she said, winking.

Her horn glowed softly, and the pink cock began to shine as the magical self-lubrication kicked in. She could hear the faint, wet squishing noises as she prodded his entrance through the dampening lace. His cock was straining against the elastic band, a little dribble of precum already spilling from the tip.

With sensual slowness, Velvet pulled the bottom of the panties aside, exposing his hindquarters. Night Light was breathing hard, burying his face in the crook of his leg. He hadn’t even looked this vulnerable when she’d had him in the cuffs.

Her pink flare pressed in between his cheeks. He was panting now, more from anxiety than anything else. Velvet placed her hooves on his belly, beginning to rub them in calming circles. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll go slow.”

With his head still nuzzled deep into the safety of his leg, he nodded. Velvet smiled, and pushed forward. As the flare met his entrance, she felt resistance, and slowly, slowly leaned into it.

Night Light gasped as the head popped inside him, and Velvet let out a shuddering breath as she felt it enter her. The toy was generating two shafts, one outside, one inside. She’d been literal about feeling everything he felt, though not in the same hole. “Ready, Nighty?”

“Yes,” he whimpered, peeking an eye out at her.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and pushed forward. Night Light let out a whine that trailed into a soft moan as she went deeper. The internal cock pulsed inside her as it slid in, just like the real thing did, and Velvet instinctively clamped down on it with a suffused murmur of pleasure.

“Oh,” Night Light breathed, letting his hooves fall unsteadily to his sides. “It’s so… big…”

“Yes, you are,” she said, continuing to rub his belly. “Don’t you love it?”

“Mmmyyyyeahhhh…” His head lolled back.

Taking that for assent, she began to move. It only took three slow pumps for Night Light to devolve into a quivering mess. He was making moans and strange noises she’d never heard before, his face still flushed with embarrassment but his mouth hanging loose with helpless desire.

Aside from the cock thrusting inside her with every jerk of her hips, she felt powerful like this. Watching him turn completely to butter was everything she’d hoped. His cock was twitching against the fabric, pushing so hard that the elastic could no longer hold it to his stomach. It wobbled with her every pump, bumping against his skin and leaving shiny drops of precum on his fur.

The chemise rode up his chest as she fucked him, exposing more soft skin for her to rub. His legs twitched constantly, curling in and dropping back over and over, warring between shyness and surrender.

“Vvvvelvet…” he managed, between soft hahs and ohs, “kiss me. Please.”

She leaned down over him, still thrusting. “Since you asked nicely…” She sank into his lips, murmuring with delight as his tongue entwined with hers. Her hips jerked forward, a little faster than she’d intended, and his breath puffed out from his nostrils. “Mmrrrmmm,” he moaned.

“You ready for me to go faster?”

“P-please… hah…”

The wet schlicking sound of the cock in his ass filled the air. “You want to get fucked like a good little mare?”

He nodded frantically, squeezing his eyes tight and failing to keep a trembling smile off his face. Humiliation had completely given way to lust, she noted with satisfaction.

Velvet shoved forward, so hard that Night Light half-rose from the bed in shock, grabbing her shoulders with his hooves. The stockings felt to her like targeting lines, leading her back down to his ass as she pounded him.

A minute passed as her thrusts grew more intense. Night Light writhed uncontrollably under her assault, his hooves feebly clawing at her chest and rubbing his own, his horn sparkling with misdirected energy. “D-don’t stop,” he burbled, reaching a hoof down between them.

He pushed the panties down, and his cock sprang free. Velvet licked her lips as it began bouncing wildly in time with her gyrations. She plunged as deep as she dared, her breath instantly stolen by the massive cock shoving into her pussy.

Blinking out of her brief daze, she whispered, “You like getting fucked?”

“Yes,” he whispered back, his cock giving a sympathetic jerk.

“How’s it feeeel?” she asked, panting, “to be my bitch?”

“Oh, Sisters,” he moaned, eyes rolling up into his head. “So good.”

Velvet pulled back and slammed back inside, forcing them both to gasp. “I’m getting close, honey.”

“Me t-too,” he said, biting down on his lip. “Ffffffffffff…”

She fucked him hard and fast. Both of them made incoherent sounds of pleasure with every movement, too caught up in the new sensations to speak. Velvet pressed her chest to his, resting her head against his cheek. She humped as fast as she could, desperate for release. His cock was wedged between both their bellies, rubbing against her as she pumped. The soft fabric of the chemise was soaked with sweat.

Night Light was whimpering and gasping like a teenage filly, hopelessly lost in throes of pleasure. Velvet groaned as she buried her head in the crook of his neck. “Want me to come inside?”

He nodded, clinging to her with his forelegs. Velvet grinned. “Beg.”

“Honey, I am begging you, come inside me.” Night Light’s voice was breathy. “I want to know how it feels.”

“Ah,” she groaned, horn glowing. She managed to assemble enough concentration to send the signal to the toy before resuming her attack. The pink cock plunged into Night Light’s entrance with squishy, wet sounds, matched by the one inside her.

She felt it tremble between the walls of her pussy, and arched her back. “Oh—oh, here it comes—”

The cock pulsed, and sudden warmth flooded into her. Night Light squealed, scratching his hooves along her back. Velvet let out a low, guttural growl as the magical cum splurged into her pussy. She kept pumping, aching for her own climax.

Night Light found his first. His cock, still rubbing between them, erupted without warning. He cried out, covering his face with both forehooves. Velvet felt his sticky cum smearing across both their chests, half-smiling and half-moaning at the sensation.

Her orgasm hit her like a lightning bolt. Velvet clamped down tight on the still-pulsing cock inside her with a joyful groan, her hips shaking as the waves of pleasure wracked her body. She trembled for several long moments, eking out the last dregs of the climax.

Eventually, her pulse settled, and she exhaled heavily. Pulling out of her husband, she felt a sudden wet flood in her lap. She looked down with curiosity, seeing a sparkling white goo spilling from his ass. “Wow. This thing makes… a lot.”

Night Light had the back of his hoof pressed to his forehead. “Ah… ah… wow. So that’s… what it feels like.”

“Did you like it?”

He nodded, his face filled with bliss. “Very much.”

“Yesss! We get to do this again!” Velvet pumped a hoof. Her husband laughed at her excitement, a reluctant smile hanging on his face. She beamed at him. “You make the cutest bottom, dear.”

Pursing his lips he tugged at the choker. “Can I take these off, now?”

“If you want to… I think the stockings are sexy, though.”

“I will keep that in mind,” he said dryly, horn glowing. The choker was the first to go, unclasping and lifting into the air.

Velvet sat back as he undressed, her attention falling back to the toy. She sent the signal for it to return to neutral, trying to remember how to activate the next setting. The surface of the toy flashed green, and the cock melted back into the mass against her crotch. The cock inside her withdrew as well, shrinking out of her cream-filled pussy.

The sparkling white “cum” splattered all over the bed between her husband’s butt and her thighs flickered and suddenly dissolved into sparks of light that floated away into nothing. The load inside her remained, however, sealed in by the toy. It probably only vanished in air, or something. “That’s convenient,” she murmured. “We’re going to have some messy fun with this thing later this week, honey.”

“Later?”

She winked. “Not sure we’ve got three rounds in us tonight, and I did promise you’d get to put your real one somewhere new.” Her eyelids were heavy, the mix of alcohol and the come-down from her orgasmic high warring with her desire to stay awake. But she’d given her word, and she meant to keep it.

He grinned, pulling the last stocking off to lie in a crumpled heap at the edge of the bed. “Well then, speaking of bottoms…”

Velvet felt a sudden yank on her hips. “Oh!” she yelped as she was dragged down onto the bed, face down. Night Light rolled over to straddle her from behind.

“Now who’s a good little mare?” he asked lightly, giving her right cutie mark a little spank.

Trying not to giggle, she cooed, “I am.”

“Very good,” he said, lifting her tail. “So, that plug got you warmed up?”

“I'm hot-to-trot, sweetie. Are you?”

She heard a rustle of fabric as he dug the bottle of lube out of his bag. “Soon enough. That quivering little ass of yours is helping.” He growled under his breath.

Just because his effort to reassert his masculinity was so obvious that it was silly didn’t mean it wasn’t working. Velvet wasn’t sure whether she wanted to laugh or beg for him to touch her. She settled on wiggling her butt in the air. “I think I can get you going a little faster.”

“Oh?”

“The other mode I wanted to try out tonight is Cunnilingus Quatorze: Le Dragon.”

She heard his breath hiss out a little at that. “Ooh. That sounds…”

“Amazing, right? Too bad you don’t have a pussy, huh…” She flashed him a smile over her shoulder. “Course, I bet it works in other places, too.” Her horn flickered, and she felt the toy stir back to life.

The feeling of something thin, wet, and fleshy slipped between her pussy lips. Velvet laid her head on the pillow, breathing slowly out. “Ohh…”

She felt a sticky weight on her back as he leaned over her, pressing his half-erect member up against her. “Describe it for me.”

“It’s like a… a ribbon,” she breathed, closing her eyes. “Flicking up and down along my slit… So wet already with all that… with all that magic cum…”

“Are you controlling it?”

“N-nope, got a mind of its own…” She dragged a hoof along the sheets. “Ohhh, it just went inside.”

“That’ll do it,” muttered Night Light with satisfaction. She heard the bottle of lube pop open, and felt a cool dribble over her backside.

“Mmmm,” she mumbled. “It’s twisting.”

A thick, firm prodding drew her attention backward. Velvet spread her legs obligingly, giving him full access. Her butthole suddenly stretched as Night Light pressed against her.

Velvet bit her lip, burying her face in the pillow. He was bigger than the plug for sure, but she’d had it inside her enough times now that his presence wasn’t too much to handle. Wearing it most of their second day on that airship had certainly helped.

Her concentration jerked back down to her pussy as the dragon tongue began to flick in and out of her tunnel. “Ah,” she panted, losing the words to describe it to her husband.

He pushed deeper, and Velvet was filled with a sensation of warmth and pressure. “Ahnnnnfff,” she burbled meaninglessly. She couldn’t tell how deep he was until the sudden bump of his medial ring met her entrance, pausing for a moment before pushing past. A squeal escaped her lips.

“Oh, Velvet,” he murmured. “It’s so… tight. Way tighter than your pussy. Tighter than your throat, even…”

“Then you’d beh… better…” her eyes crossed as the tongue suddenly shoved deep inside her pussy. “You’d better grease it up a bit.”

He pulled back, almost leaving her, and more lube spilled onto his shaft and her butt. Velvet cooed with delight as the tongue moved even deeper.

“Woooow,” she groaned, rolling her head sideways to breathe. “It’s going way deeper than… than anything.”

After a moment, the slithering thing in her warm, gooey tunnel paused, apparently reaching its limit. It wriggled inside her, forcing her to bite her lip to restrain the noises of ecstasy trying to bubble up from her throat.

Night Light suddenly slammed back into her. “OH!” she gasped, her head jerking down to her chest. “N-not so rough, honey.”

“Sorry,” he said, strained. “You’re just so slippery. And tight; goddesses, this is good.”

“We’re not going to last long at this ra-ayyyyyyyy—oh!”

The tongue hadn’t reached its limit. It had reached hers. The thing itself had plenty left to go, and she felt it actually doubling back on itself, still sliding across her internal ridges through the toy's cum. It was coming into and out of her at the same time, more length spilling inside as the tip crept back toward her entrance.

Night Light was keeping his thrusts measured, to her gratitude, but he was picking up the pace. His slick shaft filled her ass again and again, the rhythmic, meaty slapping of his balls against her butt filling her ears. Velvet curled her forelegs up to her chest, trying to withstand the combined sensations of his cock and the tongue. Wet, filthy noises filled the air as both of her entrances were pummeled.

Slap… slip… slop… squish… squelch… plop… slop…

The tip of the tongue emerged from her folds, so wet she could feel it even through the existing dampness. It slid up her slit, lighting the skin of her puffy labia aflame with sensation, until it reached her quivering clit. The tongue wrapped around it, and began gently pulling on her clit and hood, like a sucking mouth. Velvet pounded the bed with her hoof. “Oh Celestia, that’s amazing. Nighty, it’s—it’s—oh, goddess…”

The doubled ribbon inside her suddenly moved as one. It began sawing back and forth, pushing in and out simultaneously, making her whimper with needy pleasure. She stretched her back, straining uselessly to escape the incredible sensations.

Night Light was stuffing her with wild abandon. “Velvet,” he said firmly, but too out-of-breath to be stern. “You called me a very mean word, earlier.”

“I’m ssssorry,” she moaned.

“I think I ought to remind you who’s the boss around here, don’t you?”

She nodded weakly, her eyes fluttering closed. “Ssshow me.”

“I’m going to come in your ass.” He spanked her hard with a hoof, and she yelped. “And it won’t be that fake stuff.”

“Goo… good…” she mumbled, putting a hoof back to rest on his stomach as he humped her ass. “The real… the rrrr...”

“The real deal, that’s right. Thick, hot cum, splurting into your ass, slopping all over while I fuck you. Dribbling down your legs… Like a big, sticky sign, saying Night Light owns this mare.”

She gave a cry of exquisite pleasure into the pillow, too overwhelmed to speak. His cock was already tensing up inside her, matched by an increasing speed from the tongue. He’d burst inside her any moment…

The thought of it tipped her over. Velvet shuddered, then gasped, then screamed in delight, every muscle seizing up at once. Orgasm gripped her pussy, clenching and squashing the slithering ribbon inside, which wriggled at full intensity. Velvet’s eyes squeezed shut so hard that she felt a tear smear across her cheek and the pillowcase.

“Nnnf!” grunted Night Light. She felt him pulse, and then a warm glob of fluid filled her in a place it had never entered before. His cum flooded into her ass, lubing up her insides even more as he continued to pump. Her butt was so tight around his shaft that she could feel each spurt running up the length, pulsing out of his flaring tip.

Velvet lay weakly on the bed as he finished, his hooves still gripping her flanks tightly. She fumbled with her magic, sending the off signal to the toy, which gave another high pitched beep before zipping out of her pussy. The entire thing jumped away from her crotch, rolling back into a featureless pink ball, and floated away to the side. It flashed green as the sterilization spell activated. The sparkling fake cum seeped out of her, dissolving into violet specks of light as it left her pussy.

Her husband pulled out at last, and a flood of real cum followed him out. Just as he’d promised, she felt it drool down her inner thigh, and she cooed with delight. “Night Light owns this mare,” she mumbled.

Night Light laughed. “Sorry if I overcompensated with the boss talk…”

“I liked it,” she said, twisting her chest sideways but leaving her dripping hole up in the air. “Gentle Nighty is nice, but sometimes I want wild stallion Nighty instead.”

He leaned down and kissed her. She put her hoof on his cheek and pulled him deeper into it, enjoying the taste of his lips. When he finally pulled away to lie down beside her, she sighed happily. “This has been a crazy week.”

“I’ll say. When I brought that catalog home I never thought I’d end up begging for you to fuck my ass.” Night Light shook his head, grinning. “I think… I think we’re going to be okay.”

“Me too.” Velvet nuzzled him. “You’re right. We don’t need a fancy toy to keep things interesting.” She leaned closer to his ear and whispered, “But it certainly helps…”

Laughing, he poked her nose with a hoof. She smirked, and let her head fall back to the pillow. Night Light laid his head down beside hers, his smile growing crooked. “Does this mean I’m going to have to start getting you off twice a night again?”

“Maybe not every time,” she said, laughing softly. “We’re not twenty anymore.” She rubbed her nose against his. “But as long as I get to make you walk funny once or twice a month, I’ll be satisfied.”

“Deal,” he said, rubbing his nose against hers.

The two lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow. After a pleasant few minutes of cuddling, Velvet stifled a yawn with one hoof, and slid the other under her pillow. “I think I’m going to take a nap,” she said. “You know me and alcohol…”

“Ohhh, no you don’t,” he said, poking her. “You’re not leaving me with all the cleanup again…”

Velvet let out a theatrical snore. Her husband sighed softly, before snickering. “All right, lazybones. But you’re wearing the stockings next time.”

Without opening her eyes, she grinned. “It’s a deal.”