Sparkle, Shimmer, Shine [Night Light and Twilight Velvet]
Twilight Velvet yawned, pushing the entrance to her elaborate Canterlot home open with a single small burst of magic from her horn. The large double oak front doors swung open slightly, and Velvet blearily trudged into her foyer.
“Night Light, dear? I’m home! I’m sorry I’m so late, the book signing ran about an hour longer than I anticipated, and then one of the publishing representatives wanted to meet with me about a new deal, and I tried to tell them I had somewhere to be, but—”
Velvet stopped talking when she noticed the atmosphere of her home, which was noticeably... dimmer than usual. Looking around, all the lamps had been extinguished and the blinds had been drawn. However, many candles stood on various stands, tables, and banisters, spread out to bathe the expanse of Velvet’s visual with a shadowy gold illumination.
“And what’s this?” she murmured to herself as a red gleam caught her eye. Trotting over to the kitchen table, a single heart shape boxed surrounded by flickering white candles exuding the faint but noticeable scent of vanilla. A smile crept over Velvet’s visage as her horn lit, her magical aura slowly removing the top of the box.
“Oh, you devious stallion, you didn’t...” she said softly under her breath, her eyes sparkling as she looked over the contents. “Oh, you did!” A single white candy shot up from the box and popped into her mouth, which she chewed with gusto. “Mmm! Shetland Kisses! Oh, and with extra caramel... Night Light, you know your mare well.”
Velvet helped herself to a few more of the marshmallow and caramel treats, moaning softly each time one of the sticky sweets passed her teeth and alighted her tongue. It wasn’t until she had gorged herself on her fifth Shetland Kiss that she noticed a small pink note taped to the inside of the lid.
“If you thought those were sweet, just wait until you see what’s upstairs.” Velvet placed the note back on the table and giggled to herself, placing a hoof to her chin. “Oh my...”
Not one to waste time, Twilight Velvet trotted briskly to the winged staircase that lead to the upper level of her home. As she passed by a veritable parade of candles, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, the vanilla scent lifting her mind a few inches above her head. Alighting the top of the stairs, Velvet was practically skipping when she reached her bedroom door. Said door was open just a crack, and the candles had stopped at the top of the staircase, allowing a suitable darkness for the flicking light beyond the doorway to penetrate. Velvet smiled to herself as she gently pushed the door open.
She had no idea what she had imagined would be waiting for her beyond, but it certainly wasn’t what she laid eyes upon. Her husband was laying on his side, head propped up by his hoof. His mane was slicked back, and in his mouth, he held a single rose between the teeth in his evocative grin. His golden eyes were at a half lid, and his eyebrows waggled up and down as he eyed his wife.
“Oh, you cornball,” Velvet said softly, looking around at the various candles placed strategically about the room. “How long have you been waiting for me?”
“Three hours,” Night Light said between the rose and his teeth. “I’m frozen in this position.”
Velvet giggled. “Oh, you.”
“I’m not kidding.” A single tear slipped from the corner of Night Light’s eye. “I’m in so much pain.”
“Oh dear.” Velvet chewed on her lip, concern sneaking over her face as she walked over to her husband. Gently, she rubbed her hoof into his back, up and down tense and knotted muscles. “Here, I know just the way to loosen you up.”
“Oh?”
“Mmmhm.” Velvet nodded as she moved her hooves closer to his plot, and gently towards his dock, pressing the tips in circular motions all the way. A small groan escaped from Night Light’s frozen lips.
“Mmm, you like that, don’t you?” Twilight Velvet asked sultrily, playing with her husband’s tail with one hoof while her other massaged his cutie mark.
“I would be nodding, but I can’t move my neck.”
Velvet tsked as she moved her hooves upward to her husband’s neck. “Let me take care of that for you...” Gently, she placed her hooves flat against the back of his neck, one on either side of his spine, and began to rub into his sore flesh. She went slowly, and softly at first, her hooves gliding softly across his coat. However, she soon began to apply more pressure, sinking into his tense muscles. She draped herself over her husband, pressing her chest against his back, her legs straddling either side of his. Continuing to massage his neck, she gently leaned her head around his, taking the stem of the rose in her mouth. Gently, she removed it from his jaw’s grasp, and laid it to rest in front of Night Light.
“Feeling less tense, sweetheart?” Velvet breathed softly, nibbling on his ear. Night Light responded with a simple nod, although this was followed by a quiet groan. “Hm, guess you still need a bit of work...”
Velvet nipped his ear once more, and moved her lips down to his cheek, kissing it gently. “Don’t worry, Velvet’s gonna take care of you...”
“Wasn’t worried for a second,” Night Light chuckled weakly as his wife planted a kiss right next to his lips. “Mmnh...”
Velvet connected her lips with his, delivering a tender kiss with her both lips around his upper one. She nibbled on it for a moment before breaking the kiss, smiling at Night Light.
“C-Careful honey, my mouth’s a bit sore from the rose, one’ve the thorns was digging into my lip for those three hours...”
Velvet snorted, shaking her head slightly. “I honestly can’t tell if you’re Equestria’s sweetest or stupidest stallion.”
Night Light turned his head so that his gaze met Velvet’s wincing slightly before giving her a seductive grin. “I could be both...”
“Oh, I believe it,” Velvet purred, nuzzling Night Light’s neck. “You feel like you can move now?”
Night Light stretched his back legs out slowly, his tail flicking up and intertwining with his wife’s. “I think I can manage.”
“Good.” Velvet rolled off Night Light’s back, laying down against the bed, her legs spread. “Because it’s about time we truly celebrated Hearts and Hooves day. Amidst all the setbacks, I’m beginning to get worried we’re too old to have some good old fashioned fun in the bedroom.”
“Hardly,” Night Light said with a smile. “Just because you had to work four hours late and I ended up getting full body cramps doesn’t mean we’re ‘old’.” He paused, his muzzle scrunching slightly. “Dear sweet Celestia, we’re old.”
“As if it matters,” Velvet said, placing her hooves on her pudgy belly. “Come on, your mouth can’t be too sore for your favorite part of the foreplay...”
“Honey, you know that even if I got kicked in the muzzle and had all my teeth knocked out, I’d still jump at the chance to bury my snout between your legs,” Night Light purred suavely, waggling his eyebrows for extra effect.
“Night Light?”
“Yes, dear?”
Velvet hooked her hind hooves around the back of Night Light’s neck, and dragging him face-first into her crotch. “Stop talking.”
“Yffmmf,” Night Light grunted in response, grinding his muzzle against Velvet’s lower lips. He puckered his own pair, gently giving his wife’s clitoris a kiss, and then opened his mouth up wide enough for his tongue to snake out. Tilting his head slightly, he licked her puffy outer labia, dragging his tongue along the edge of her entrance.
“Ah, that’s it...” Velvet moaned, rubbing her hooves against her belly. “Yes, Nighty, mmm!”
Night Light chuckled to himself, rubbing his snout against Velvet’s upper crotch, his muzzle directly planted in a patch of pubic fur. He opened his mouth, extending his tongue forward, but stopped as he felt something hot and soft press against it. He smirked, pushing his tongue hard against his wife’s winking clit, his hot breath sending chills down Velvet’s spine as it followed the sensation of his tongue.
“Come on, you can be more adventurous than that,” Velvet said, her voice barely above a sultry whisper. “You’ve explored deeper reaches than this in your day.”
“Thaf ig tru,” Night Light said, lapping gently on the underside of his wife’s button. Pulling his muzzle up slightly, her curled his foreleg around Velvet, resting his hoof on hers. “Want me to get really adventurous?”
“How adventurous are we talking?” Velvet asked, her lidded eyes shining slightly. “‘Spicing up the second honeymoon’ adventurous, or ‘celebration sex for when Twilight became Celestia’s protigé’ adventurous?”
“‘In the bathroom during Shining’s tenth birthday party’ adventurous,” Night Light said with a grin, licking his teeth and clicking his tongue as he did so. Velvet blushed heavily, her clitoris winking even more furiously than be before.
“Oh, Nighty...”
Night Light chuckled, and dipped his muzzle once more, flicking his tongue downward against Velvet’s clit. The tip of his tongue barely touched her sensitive organ, and the near graze elicited quite the heady moan from the aching mare. Night Light slithered his tongue southward, pushing it between Velvet’s folds as he did so. He was just beneath her clit, probing his tongue deep inside her for all it was worth. His efforts did not go unrewarded; a slightly acrid taste tinged his tongue as he pushed it forward, and his lips curved upward into a smile.
“Ah, hit the mark, my adventurous colt,” Velvet cooed, her legs squeezing against the sides of his head. Night Light grunted a muffled affirmation, his tongue gently prodding Velvet’s urethra. He gently moved his mouth meat to the side, stretching Velvet’s tiny opening just that much wider.
Velvet’s blush was so intense that she felt as though she could fry an egg with the heat radiating from her cheeks. “Mmnh, sweet Celestia above, it’s like my stomach’s being tickled and boiled at the same time!”
Night Light looked up into his wife’s eyes, his eyebrows raised curiously. Velvet grunted, grinding her teeth together and pressing her warm thighs against her husband’s head harder than before. “You better not stop, dammit!”
“Og kurs,” Night Light mumbled into Twilight Velvet’s vagina. He could sense that his wife was closing in on her first trip over the edge, so a change in tactics would be necessary. He pressed his tongue flat against her folds, and then pulled it straight, forming a soft point and practically jamming it into her urethra. Velvet groaned lewdly, throwing her head back and her eyes rolled up in their sockets.
Night Light flinched as he felt something splatter against the tip of his tongue, sharp in taste yet delicious all the same. Pulling his head back, he lit his horn, a faint aura forming around Velvet’s clit. He furrowed his brow, and the aura brightened slightly, her clit trembling back and forth as he manipulated the fleshy nub with his magic. Velvet’s jaw dropped, her face almost completely red as she rode another orgasm, which collapsed upon the current one with full force. A small squirt of clear fluid shot from her urethra, drizzling upon Night Light’s chin.
“Oooh, somepony loved that...” Night Light said, rubbing his hoof along the top of Velvet’s, before sliding it off to rub her soft belly. Velvet was panting, her vision swimming as Night Light’s aura slowly faded from her clitoris. Her mane was plastered to her face, which was dripping with sweat and red as a tomato. Her horn was sparking weakly, her mouth hanging open, tongue lolling out. Her chest heaved up and down with each violent gasp, the fire in her belly subdued but not extinguished. Indeed, the warmth from her stomach had spread upward into her limbs and chest, and an overwhelming fuzzy feeling clouded her mind as the sensation of a freshly warmed blanket wrapped her entire body.
Night Light placed his forehooves against the bed, and pushed himself upward, laying his chest against his wife’s, gently relocating her hooves as not to uncomfortably sandwich them between their bellies. His penis had grown fully erect during his oral performance, and was presently grinding against the inside of his wife’s thigh. Gently, he rocked his hips forward, grinding his cockhead against her soft fur, slowly pushing his member forward, leaving a snailtrail of precum across her already sweat-soaked coat.
Velvet was slowly coming to her senses, the headrush and high of her double orgasm gradually fading away. Laying in a beautiful afterglow, the embers in the pit of her stomach were still smouldering. After a moment, she realized that they were being stoked by the rocking motions of her husband against her, and with each calculated thrust, sent them glowing hotter and hotter.
“Go ahead, slip it on in...” Velvet said, her voice hardly more than an airy whisper. Night Light nodded, more than happy to oblige. He thrust forward, lowering his hips down slightly, and thrust into Velvet. Unfortunately, he was slightly off his mark, and his cockhead ended up bumping in the crevice between Velvet’s crotch and leg.
“Dammit,” Night Light grunted, pulling his hips back and attempting his best to blindly align his cock. Velvet giggled, resting a hoof on her husband’s flank, rubbing it gently as he calculated the best course for intercourse.
“It’s like we’re teenage foals again,” Velvet giggled, her tail flicking back and forth on the blanket. “Ooh, as I recall, this is exactly how we spent the first fifteen minutes of our first night together...”
Night Light let out another grunt, which was soon followed by a shaky laugh. “Oh, I remember that. You were teasing me the whole time, you vixen; but once I got it in you, that put a stop to those snide remarks.” Night Light paused, lost in memory for a moment. “And words in general, actually. As I recall, you could barely vocalize moans, you were so taken...”
“It was quite the experience,” Velvet said, nuzzling Night Light’s neck. “And I suppose the anticipation did heighten the intensity.” She lifted her hips up slightly, Night Light’s shaft slapping her snatch, the body of his cock bouncing off her clit. Velvet moaned, her eyes crossing for a moment as a wave of pleasure vibrated through her body. “B-But now isn’t the time for—ngg—anticipation; this mare needs what she needs now.”
Night Light pushed his hips back once more, lifting his ass up into the air. With a determined thrust forward, his cockhead planted itself squarely against Velvet’s entrance, parting her pussy lips with a passion, and sinking deep inside her in a single fluid motion. Velvet’s eyes widened, and her mouth curled into a little “o” as she felt herself overtaken by the filling sensation of her husband’s member.
Night Light groaned in ecstasy as he pressed his body into Velvet’s, sweat dripping down his sides to intermingle with hers. His eyelids fluttered as he gripped her in a tight embrace, pushing upward so that his cock sunk even further into her. His heavy balls slapped against Velvet’s pale-grey cheeks, Night Light’s tail swatting down reflexively as he felt the warm, moist grip of his wife’s inner walls envelop his cock.
“Oh, I fucking love you,” he breathed out, bumping his snout gently against Velvet’s before opening his lips slightly in order to kiss her. The two locked lips, their heads bobbing slightly as they pushed against each other’s mouths, in that moment becoming the horny teenagers that had spent a night some twenty-five years ago locked in the same embrace in some distant land. Velvet’s mouth was open just enough so that Night Light could slide his tongue between her teeth, and up against hers. The two pressed their tongues together as they remained woven in their embrace, Night Light thrusting his hips slightly every second, each thrust in time with the one before and after it. The flat tip of his cock pushed far inside Velvet, and before long, it bumped gently off the hard yet spongy plug that was her cervix. Night Light’s response was to thrust fast, but shallower, drawing back from the end of Velvet’s vagina and instead choosing to occupy the middle ground of her canal.
Their kiss broke, and Night Light and Velvet spent several timeless moments staring deep into each other’s eyes as Night Light continued to thrust in rhythmic timing into his wife, his cock throbbing against the constricting grasp it rested within. Whenever he breathed out, Velvet was breathing in, and in the dimming lights of the candles slowly coming tot heir end of their lives, he felt himself rise from a physical form. It was almost as if the two of them were being drawn out into the magical leylines that their horns tapped into, becoming beings of pure energy, of positives and negatives.
They were racing along some distant plane of reality, combining and dividing, coming together and breaking apart hundreds of times every second. Their constantly collisions that disrupted and combined their separate forms sent ripples of ecstasy through their beings, and he could only hope it would never end.
“Nighty,” Velvet whimpered softly, ending his sex-induced trip. “Go harder.”
“Mmrh?” Night Light licked his lips before giving Velvet a small peck on hers. “You sure? You know how spirited I get.”
Velvet nodded. “I’m a tough mare. I pushed two ten pound foals from in here; she can take a bit of a pounding, believe me.”
Night Light smiled. “Alright...” With that, he pitched his hips up slightly, and then drove them down hard. His cock slammed against his wife’s inner barrier, and every moment after it bounced off, he put more effort into pushing it back against it. His balls made a pap pap pap as they slapped against her taut plot, his tail whipping wildly this way and that. Night Light groaned as he felt a familiar tug growing deep inside him, and a pressure that promised great payoff began to rise.
“Here it comes,” he grunted, and slammed his hips down a final time. His cockhead was no longer flat, but had flared in the time it took him to press it up against Velvet’s cervix. The top of his tip had swelled outward, rounding out with something of a fleshy dome. The sides of his dickhead had spread outward as well, digging softly into Velvet’s vaginal walls. Sloppily kissing his wife, Night Light’s lips kissed more cheek than they did mouth, and his balls pulled tightly up against his body as he crashed headlong into orgasm.
His penis shuddered inside of Velvet, expanding as a new rush of blood ran through it, eliciting a low moan from the mare it was embedded deep inside. With this, a thick, hot jet of cum shot from the tip, thick semen splattering against Velvet’s cervix and oozing in the small space between the cock and her inner walls. The dick shuddered again, expulsing even more cum, the second spurt even more voluminous than the first. Velvet groaned and closed her eyes as she felt her cervix flex even-so-slightly from the stimulation, her clit pushing hard against Night Light’s belly. The combined sensation sent her over the edge for a third time that night, her body quivering as another orgasm washed over her.
Night Light was still cumming, and the third and fourth spurts of seed were a little more subdued than the first two. There was still a decent amount of cum production, but they were less sperm-laden and more fluid than their predecessors. The two happened with such little pause between them that they could almost be considered the same shot. However, there was the briefest break, as if Night Light’s member were taking a breath of air, and he certainly felt it. Two different tugs in his gut told him that they were separate shots, however subconsciously, and by the time the fifth spurt came along, it was nothing more than a watery dribble.
Night Light slumped against his wife, closing his eyes and smiling softly as the two basked in the radiance of their shared afterglow. For moments, they didn’t speak, content with the sounds of their breathing to do all the speaking that was needed of them. After what seemed like a perfect, blissful eternity that had been cut tragically short, Night Light deemed it necessary to speak.
“Wasn’t wearing a condom,” he muttered. Velvet made a noise of unconcerned dismissal, resting her hooves on his back. Night Light shifted slightly, opening one eye, and then the other. “I’m serious; you felt that, right? I definitely wasn’t wearing anything.”
“Mmm,” Velvet opened her eyes, smiling somewhat sheepishly up at her husband. “Well... I certainly wouldn’t mind another foal. Twilight’s been out of the house for nearly four years, and Shining almost twice as long...”
Night Light snorted. “Come on, that’s just the age talking; we can’t have another foal on a mid-life whimsy!”
Clonk!
“Ow!”
Night Light rubbed his forehead, and Velvet set her hoof back down on his back. “Well, there’s no guarantee that you’ve knocked me up again, and I actually agree to some extent; it’d do us well to plan things out a bit beforehoof...” she paused, smiling sweetly at Night Light before kissing him gently. “We’ll take things as they come, alright?”
Night Light sighed, returning the kiss. “Well... I suppose I have missed all the responsibilities of parenthood...”
“Hush, you.” Velvet nuzzled her muzzle against Night Light’s, and he couldn’t help but smile. The stallion kissed his mare gently on the lips a final time, before lighting his horn to drag the blanket over them, slipping off to the realm of sleep in each other’s loving embrace.
