It's a warm summer night not very many years ago. Night Light and Mama Twily have left Canterlot for the weekend to visit Night Light's cousin, taking little Twily with them, and young Shining Armor has just become a stallion.

I'm laying on top of him, reveling in the feel of his body against mine, the steel of his guardpony-cadet muscles under the velvet softness of his coat. I'm listening to his panting breath and low moans, breathing in the primal scent of a rutting stallion's sweat, watching his beautiful young face scrunch up in unbearable pleasure while I slowly, softly move back and forth, back and forth on his rock-hard stallionhood, making sure that he can feel every single fraction of an inch moving inside me, and out, and in again...

I've been waiting for this night for so long. Shining feels so incredibly good inside my hungry marehood and I want nothing more than to let loose and just pound him with all my strength until I collapse. I've been keeping both of us dancing on the edge for twenty minutes now, and I'm not going to stop for a while yet.

I whisper naughty little nothings in Shining's ear, and hear him beg me to let him cum in return. Poor Shining is completely immobilized: I've made sure of it. If I weren't holding him down with my magic he would immediately grab me with those powerful arms, flip us over to trap me underneath him, and rut me like a wild beast. He wants to do it so badly, he's straining against my magic with all his strength, and even though it would be deliciously fun, it would be over so quickly. I can't have that.

Not tonight.

Not for my Shining's first time.

I'm going to make sure tonight is special.

And when I'm done, he'll never look at another mare in his life.

Besides, he's young, and strong, and we have all night long... Later on, I think to myself, I'm going to let him decide: I'm going to let him do whatever he wants to me. I wonder if he'll just take what he wants, grab me by my mane and force my mouth down on his stallionhood, or if he'll be nervous and ask, hesitantly, with that adorable blush he gets... Either way, I can't wait to taste him. I sigh blissfully. Just thinking about it sends a shiver running from my horn through my body down to my clit, and I tighten around him and he gasps my name.

I immediately stop moving completely to stop him going over the edge, and his moan has an edge of desperation. My pussy isn't very happy with me either right now, but I force myself to ignore it. Instead I focus on the feeling of control. I look down at the pleading face of the Royal Guard's most promising cadet, his eyes consumed with lust for me. I feel like a cat with a mouse between its paws: it's cruel, but I'm just having so much fun...

The tips of my wings are gently pressing against two points on his sides: two nerve endings he didn't even know he had. A little pressure on either one of them would do nothing, but both together set his muscles buzzing, like a little internal massage that sends pulsing waves of pleasure through his body. He has no words to describe it, but I know how it feels. I have so many little tricks that I can use to make him feel pleasure unlike anything he could get from any other mare.

Eventually my own resolve begins to wear thin, in the face of the dual protests of my lover and my marehood, both begging for release. I decide I've tortured him with pleasure enough for one night, and speed up my movements, watching him intently as I do so: I want to see his face as his mind goes blank. I speed up my movements, raising myself up and tilting his head so we're looking into each other's eyes. His eyes are closed: that won't do at all. “Have you ever seen a mare cumming before?” I pant. Not really a question: I know he hasn't. “Look at me, Shining.”

He pins his eyes open, eager for the sight. I grin, licking my lips. At the same time I gently begin to massage my clit with my magic: I'm seconds away, and if I've timed it right, he will just have time to see my face as I cum before his own orgasm hits.

“Ah!” I let out my first high-pitched squeal as I cum, a shockwave of intense pleasure shooting through my body and driving every thought from my mind. All I can do is hold on to my lover, looking up at me in amazement as he gets his first ever up-close look at a mare caught in the throes of ecstasy: my mouth hangs open as I tighten around him, my tongue sticking out and my eyes are rolled back in my head as I moan dirty and delicious things at him. He gasps and moans as I tighten and writhe on his stallionhood, my muscles squeezing him with incredible force. It only lasts a few seconds before his face suddenly contorts, as the sensations overwhelm him and his much-delayed climax finally releases.

I grin as his head slams back into the pillow. His eyes have lost all focus. He kicks his hindlegs for purchase and thrusts his hips instinctively, sending fresh waves of pleasure through me as I push myself down, seeking to fill myself with as much of him as possible. Inside me, our juices mingle as he shoots jet after jet of his seed at my womb.

We lay like that, riding out our pleasure until both our bodies are at peace again, listening to each other's heavy breathing, breathing in the smell of sweat and love. I stroke his mane and plant little kisses up and down his muzzle.

“If you're good,” I whisper into his ear in a sultry voice, “I'll make you feel this way every night.”

He murmurs his assent and I roll us over so we're lying side by side, cuddling while we wait to recover our strength for another round. In the meantime I let my pleasure-dazed mind drift, and I catch myself thinking of dear Twilight in two distinct ways.

The part of me that's still resting on lovemaking wonders if I could bed her along with Shining when she's older... sister and brother, sharing me. The thought sends a shiver up and down my spine. The only thing that could be better would be twins.

I have always wanted to try twins. In a locked drawer of my desk, back home in the palace, I have a notebook. It's filled with experiments and recipes for fertility treatments, every possibility I've dreamt up or uncovered to increase the chance of getting twins. None of them have ever worked.

Fortuna, just once I wish I could get a pair of twins. Stallions, mares, one of each, doesn't matter. I could do amazing things with them either way.

The other part of my mind, the one that always looks ahead, is reminding me of Celestia. I wonder what her plan is for Twilight, and how long it will take. I need to find her a mate, and that poor, wonderful filly is so shy and reluctant to open up to new ponies that the sooner I can start the better.

But that thought can wait for another time: Shining's hoof is down between my legs, touching and teasing and exploring. He's very enthusiastic but needs guidance, and I gently lead him to my favorite spots as I nestle my head in the crook of his neck...

Author's Note

Next time: The Bond.