"Mine, your slit is so wet." Velvet leaned in, nuzzling around the puffy flesh, earning a whimper from the mare. She opened her mouth and pressed her fang-tips to Twilight's flank. Not biting down, she slowly raked the tips backwards and drank in the absolute bliss the mare was feeling. But there was more to taste here. "Night, please come over here."

Night Light's eyes widened, he had been perfectly happy with a rear-on view of his wife being screwed by the changeling but he couldn't deny their host would probably have something better in mind. "Yes?" He trotted over, eyes wide and showing excitement.

"I can be a bit clumsy at times, please be a dear and use your magic to guide me into her." Velvet watched as surprise registered on the stallion's face and that extra taste ramped up. He nodded to her and with no further warning to either, she mounted Twilight Velvet.

Twilight was almost overwhelmed, the strange feeling of her 'not husband' lover combined with the knowledge that this wasn't going to be the only time this would happen to her.

'She is huge,' thought Night as he reached out tentatively with his magic, wrapping it around Velvet's long, thick black shaft. He got her lined up but the mare didn't buck herself into his wife.

"Why, Night, you are very good at that. Done this before?" Velvet drank in the pleasure that Night was engulfed in and, as she bucked forward, she did the same for Twilight.

The first thrust into the overly aroused and ready mare was more than she could handle and she whimpered in bliss as her body tried to clamp down around the intruder. But the changeling on her back seemed more than up to the task of dealing with her conquest. Twilight felt the teeth of the mare squeeze at her neck, the long fangs piercing the flesh. Desperately, the mounted mare tried to relax her muscles that spasmed again and again, fighting her own orgasm to be a good mare.

Velvet felt Twilight's tight grip relent but she didn't let up on her neck. Lessons were meant to keep on teaching. She started to buck her hips, driving the thick stallionhood into the mare. "Mine to breed…" For a pony who worked as she did, it was a unique request and one she would be so very happy to fulfill.

Night watched the changeling savagely screw his wife. Watched her tight grip on Twilight's neck become a tight breeding bite. His magic changed targets, wrapping his own shaft and stroking. He didn't look down at himself, he couldn't pull his eyes from that huge black shaft going in and out of his mate.

When Velvet finally found her end, she bucked hard and pressed her groin flush against Twilight's rump. Pulling back with her mouth, she made very sure the mother of two royal ponies would not be getting away from her before she had been filled.

Twilight was heaving. She had lost count of her orgasms, she had ended up bracing her legs as well as she could and just letting the pleasure rush through her, again and again. When the thick shaft finally pulled free and she felt Velvet's weight leave her back she let her legs flop and she crashed towards the floor. Green magic grabbed her before she hit. She turned to look back at the changeling, watching as Velvet's horn glowed. "Now now, we need to be a little more careful. Maybe some kind of stand will be needed… I have just the thing, but that will be for next time."

Velvet retrieved the lockable toy, floating it over and pressing it into the mare's sopping wet hole. With a twist of the key the thing swelled up, locking her closed with all the changeling's seed inside. "Mine." Velvet patted Twilight's plot possessively.

Night painted the floor again, watching as his wife's silken folds were now denied to him. A mixture of lust and sadness filled him.

"Don't feel that, Night." Velvet, drinking the stallion's emotions, moved to comfort him. "We still have your wife's request. You can even have a choice of which end you can claim, but don't say, we are going to go over there," she pointed to an ornamental, upright screen, "so she doesn't know which of us is where." Velvet couldn't stop from leaning down and kissing Night, letting her fangs rub against his lips.

"Does it matter that it isn't ours?" Spike was relaxing on the couch with Stormwalker. The slight bulge in her belly was more noticeable if he actually rubbed her belly, so he did. That the mare made content sounds every now and again was completely incidental.

Storm made just such another sound. "Nope, I am carrying a foal, I already love them to bits. Does it matter to you?"

"I didn't even think of parenthood. I mean, I am still young… ish." Spike kept his hoof slowly rubbing the mare's belly while his horn lit, taking one of her hooves and gently massaging the frog. "But no, after all that mess if anything I am thankful. It is going to be so awkward in a few years, with, well, lots of little, new versions of me around."

"It won't be versions of you. I mean, look at your mom, is she anything like her father?" Stormwalker tilted her hoof just so, letting the unicorn work at it easier. "But remember one thing, Spike. Unless the mare wants you to be, you shouldn't try to intrude at all."

"Pfft, fat chance of that. Somehow I managed to get with all the unattached mares in town. Like, all of them." Spike had another hoof thrust to him and got his magic working on that, too. "My own downfall is being nice. You know I have been meeting with them, I like them, Storm, they are nice and they like me too. It is almost like my dick created a social club!"

"Foals. Dicks help create foals, not clubs." Storm leaned up and kissed Spike's hoof where it was rubbing her belly. Just then, the door opened and closed, Cloud getting in. He looked shocked and with good reason, he had only left for work an hour earlier. "Done already?"

"The darnedest thing." Cloud trotted in, taking off his sweatband and tossing it in the laundry basket. "Dash had… well, a clone of herself, but not really. And another alicorn. Both of them learning on the job, or so she said. Told me I don't need to be at work today."

Just then the kitchen timer dinged and Spike had to leave Storm and Cloud to get comfortable on the couch. "Give me a moment." The stallion trotted off into their kitchen. "Chocolate brownies and apple danish." He was muttering as he lifted each of the delicacies out with his magic. Trotting back into the room, he found Cloud had taken up part of his job, behind Storm, massaging her wings. "Hope you are both hungry?"

Both of Spike's special someponies gasped in delight but as he set their favorite food before each they turned and looked at each other, eyes narrowing.

"What do you think he wants?" Storm didn't touch her brownie, looking up at Spike now with an appraising look.

Cloud waved his hoof in the air above his own danish. "I don't know, but it is big. Okay, out with it."

Looking from one pegasus to the other, Spike shook his head. "It's nothing! I swear! I just wanted to get you both something nice!"

"How did you know Cloud would be here?" Storm gestured to the pastry. "That takes time to make, he only just got home."

Spike blushed a little.

"Yeah and… is that zap-apple?" Cloud looked down at the fruit danish, his mouth now watering as one traitorous hoof neared the delight.

Storm tried to stop him but then she noticed something about the smell of the brownie before her. "Is… is that Sweetie Drops' chocolate?"

The former dragon let out a sigh. A small fortune in food and he had the pair distracted again, each unable to utter a single word as they slowly ate the culinary gifts.

Looking back at each other again, both pegasi gave a sigh. "Okay Spike, that could make up for a whole lot. What is up?" Cloud lamented the passing of her perfect brownie, but there was always the hope that her talented friend would make more.

"Zap apples… rich chocolate… you even got me the day off work, didn't you?" Cloud was licking the plate clean, for a third time.

"I wanted to wait until tonight… I had more planned but-" A pair of hooves pressed to Spike's mouth, silencing him.

"If there is more planned I want to see it." Cloud looked from Spike to Storm. "And I just know Storm does as well. So," the dark-colored pegasus focused his attention completely on Spike, "what's next?"

Spike lifted both front hooves and clopped them together twice, smartly. Without a word two mares rushed into the room, followed by a big white stallion carrying two massage beds. Both pegasi were slack jawed at this but didn't protest when they were each lifted up and settled onto a bed each and their own personal massage began. "Darlings, you are in the best of hooves. We start with gentle, working all those sore muscles down to a relaxed state, then we work them back up, trust us." Aloe patted each bed and moved to Cloud.

"You win this time…" Stormwalker was beyond any hope of getting upset, not as Lotus Blossom's hooves started their own special magic. "But… next time…" Words failed the mare as the earth pony proved just how much better at massaging a wing she was than Cloud Chaser.

Lifting up a scroll, Spike worked down to 'expert massage' and crossed that off the list. "You trained me well, Twilight, but now I am the master." He grinned and looked down. The massage would last a few hours, plenty of time for the two most wonderful ponies in his life to be well past their breakfast treats and be looking for lunch. A grin lit up the unicorn's face. "Perfect."

Cloud Chaser looked at the remains of his dinner. "How did he get you guys to come to Ponyville?" The waiter from the very exclusive Don Jerald's in Canterlot just smiled. Part of the deal was not to reveal anything and he valued and respected the ponies who had made it.

Seeing Cloud get nowhere, Storm had decided to just enjoy things and let it all go. Somehow Spike had managed to pull strings, strings that she wasn't sure any pony short of Celestia would hold, to get them the best of everything. She waited until her last mouthful of food was done with before sipping some water. "Okay, I doubt you could have planned that any better."

Spike was standing before them, the scroll rolled up and floating in his magic. "Oh, there is one more thing on the list. Hey, maybe you could both help me with it?" He floated the scroll over, setting it between the two. It was everything he could do to hold still, to not bolt. His heart raced in his chest.

Stormwalker worked with Cloud Chaser, they unrolled the scroll. Sure enough, the whole day had been planned by the unicorn, to every exacting detail. Scrolling down they found what seemed to be the end of the list. "Dinner is crossed out." Storm poked a hoof at the scroll, noting that the bottom of it extended further. "So what is next?"

Cloud rolled the scroll out and dropped it. Beside him, Storm was staring at the words. "W-W-W-Will you… marry me?" She dropped her side of it too and looked up at Spike in shock and surprise.

"No, that is what I am asking. You both have to answer." Spike's mouth was dry, he looked between his two beloveds, every heartbeat ending with a trembling ache that would only be stopped with two answers.

Storm closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She opened them as she turned toward Cloud. The pair gazed to each other and started to smile. Turning back, together, both ponies opened their mouths and said. "Yes."

They were shocked to see Spike laying on his side, head flat on the ground. "Spike?" Storm was up and over to her… her fiancee. "Spike, are you okay?" As she leaned down over him she saw his chest moving up and down, a big smile on his snout.

"He fainted?" Cloud snorted and lay down, lifting the unicorn's head up to rest on his side. "Let's wait for him to come back around, maybe this time he can stay awake long enough to hear our answer."

Author's Note

I couldn't help but 'daww' while writing both these two scenes. Spike courting his two loves, Velvet working her hardest to make Night and Twilight have the time of their lives? Yeah, it's a tough job, but somepony has to do it.

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