Rule of Three

Chapter 2: One Age Spell...

..and a Few Weeks Later-

WHAM! The front door slammed shut behind Night, rattling dangerously on its hinges.

“Damn it.” He set down the bags he’d been carrying, turning around to check and see if he’d broken anything. Fortunately, he hadn’t. At this rate, he was going to have to replace the whole blasted frame. “Keep forgetting to hold back…”

He’d just returned from a trip to the store. Normally, it took him about a half-hour to make the trip (on a good day), but he’d just made it in less than twenty! Heck, he wasn’t even winded by it! This was great!

“Stars, I love this.” Night picked the bags back up and went to the kitchen, setting them down on the table so he could put things away. He’d picked up a few things his doctor had recommended to help with conception, and seeing as Velvet was going to be in heat any day now, he wanted to be ready to do his part. Magic could help a little bit this kind of thing, but really, it ultimately came down to doing things the old-fashioned way.

Night snickered. Not that that was a bad thing.

Whistling, Night used his magic to float the groceries into the cupboards. He couldn’t believe how much easier this was! His mind was clear and sharp as a knife. His magic came at his beck and call. All those little aches and pains that plagued him were gone. That thrice-blasted chill in his limbs had vanished, and even the soreness in his left shoulder, a remnant from an old sports injury, had healed! The old giddiness of his youth was racing through him again, making him feel invincible, and all he wanted to do was take Velvet in hoof and challenge the whole world.

Night paused. Speaking of which, where was Velvet? She’d been in the study when he’d left, but now he didn’t hear the furious tika-tik-tik of her typewriter. She hadn’t been in the living room when he’d passed, the bathroom door was open, the basement door was closed, and they didn’t go upstairs much these days. He doubted that she was outside, either, so that only left—

Sniff… sniff-sniff...

Night stopped dead. He’d just caught a whiff of something—somethinggood. Curious, he closed the kitchen cupboards and looked around, but he didn’t see anything of note. All there’d been was a passing hint of the aroma.

He raised his head and inhaled deeply...

…and got blasted by it full force.

“Niiiiiiiiiiightyyyyy~” Velvet’s voice suddenly sounded from the hallway. “Oh, Niiiiiiiightyyyyyyy...”

It was a familiar, tantalizing scent, sweet, warm, and lingering. It permeated Night’s brain and punted logic right the fuck out, rerouting his blood and sending a clear message to his loins. Almost on autopilot, Night heeded Velvet’s call and followed his nose, walking down the hallway and heading towards the master bedroom. When he got there, he saw that the door was open a crack with a dim light beyond, and the heavenly scent was coming from within. He took another deep whiff and nudged the door open, and when he did, his eyes went wide and dilated from what he saw.

A youthful Velvet was lying leisurely on their king-sized bed, sipping at some wine while looking straight at him. Set in her mane was a violet—the flower he’d given on their first date—and she was swishing her tail back and forth, fanning the scent of her heat with a come-hither stare. She was wearing a pair of azure panties emblazoned with his cutie mark; and a small fan was going with a steady whirr, its gentle breeze directed at the door. Enchanted candles were lit all around the room, and the air was warm, like a midsummer evening.

“Hey,” Velvet said in a soft voice.

Night’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. Velvet’s mane was full and shiny, the deep purple streaks the same color as the flower she wore. Her neck was thin and shapely, a compliment to her round, elegant muzzle, and there wasn’t a wrinkle anywhere on her to be found. Her silvery coat was healthy and thick, complete with a soft, fuzzy tuft on her chest, and her overall frame was as curvy as he remembered.

And her hips. Sweet Celestia almighty, if those things could be weaponized, she could conquer nations. Combined with the effects of the Age spell, her motherly form had given Velvet a look that just flat-out screamed fertile, and if that wasn’t enough, her lovely hourglass form ended in an amply-cushioned rump that could turn heads a mile away.

“H-Hey,” Night managed back. He’d seen her many times in the last few weeks, of course, but never like this. He continued to ogle her from the doorway, dumbfounded, a greedy look creeping into his face. “Uh… wow. Erm, H-Honey… I mean, just… wow. Ahem, you uh… heh-heh… stars almighty… looks like it happened, huh?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Velvet stretched languidly on the bed, revelling in her rejuvenated form. Even her voice sounded younger. She wiggled her rear enticingly, inviting for him to approach. “It always did sneak up on me...”

As Night came closer, he could see just how worked up she really was. Her face was flushed and rosy, her lips parted as she panted for breath. Her coat glinted with a light sheen of sweat, and she kept licking her lips when she stared at him, her gaze hungry and yearning.

Night stopped at the edge of the bed, simply absorbing the moment. Everything about Velvet, from the way she fidgeted under his gaze, to the way she kept touching her stomach. He wanted to remember it all. Velvet’s panties were drenched with arousal, the blue cloth soaked through and revealing her winking marehood. There was an intensity about her, like a coiled spring ready to explode; or a wild animal waiting to pounce. It was all utterly intoxicating to him, and all he wanted was more, more, more, more—

Night snapped out of it. There was that giddiness from before, that youthful energy that felt like helium in his chest. It was ordering him to fuck Velvet six ways to Saturday, and it was rather hard to ignore.

BE AGGRESSIVE, it said. TAKE HER... TAKE HER TAKE HER TAKE HER TAKE HER DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT NOW NOW NOW

SHE’S YOURS YOURS YOURS ALL YOURS

SHE WANTS YOU

MAKE HER SCREAM YOUR NAME

Night didn’t move a muscle. Even with his dick throbbing and twitching and his instincts trying to break free. He simply locked eyes with his wife, appreciating her as if she were a work of art, burning this image into his memory.

“This is surreal,” Velvet said, her voice breathy and strained. “Isn’t it?”

Night smiled. “Our lives are surreal. All we can do is take things as they come.”

Velvet chuckled despite herself. “Like we always have.” She moved over a bit, letting Night climb onto the bed. She shivered as the mattress sank beneath his weight, his very presence making her wetter. She watched as his corded muscles flexed and slid beneath his azure coat, toned and firm once more like they’d been in decades past. Even a simple movement like laying down next to her was so damn sexy. His dry, masculine scent was ambrosia to her sensitive nose. and once he’d settled, she buried her face in his chest, inhaling deeply, like she could get high on him.

Night wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled Velvet into an embrace. He stared off into the darkness, stroking her back while the warmth radiated from their bodies.

“You’re shaking,” he noted.

Velvet pressed her muzzle deeper into his fur. “I know.”

Night squeezed her a little tighter. Without saying a thing, he held her close and stroked her back, nuzzling and cuddling her, staying like that for as long as she needed. He could feel her heart pounding, fast and furious, so much so that he felt it in his ears. Velvet was holding on to him like a vice, gripping him as if she feared he’d float away.

Velvet looked up into Night’s eyes. Gently, she pressed her forehead against his, crossing their horns with a click. The buzz of their mixed magic fields made their minds grow fuzzy, almost as if they were drunk. They closed their eyes and savored the feeling, their hot breaths mixing and swirling together like eddies in a current. They’d done this so many times: sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes with passion, sometimes with feeling, and sometimes just because. Each time was special and had a meaning, but this time...

Velvet’s thoughts were abuzz with what-if’s. Worries, doubts, and expectations on what they were about to do, how they were going to do it, and what kind of challenges they were going to encounter. So many things could go wrong. This could all end in disaster. Already the pressure was starting to keep her awake, and at this rate she wasn’t sure if—

 —and then Night was kissing her, and nothing else mattered anymore.

She couldn’t hold back her moan. Night’s warm, gentle lips were like a soothing balm, pressing softly against hers while he petted her mane. He began sucking and on each of her lips in turn, the quiet smek of his pecks sending a thrill through her. She tilted her head and opened her mouth, relishing his hot, wet exhales brush over her tongue; and she ground against him on impulse, his stiff, sticky stallionhood soaking her fur.

“Ah~” Velvet gasped, her head swimming. She slid her tongue inside Night’s mouth and licked his confines, exploring every inch of him with practiced ease. He started sucking on her tongue, puckering his lips tight so he could keep her in longer. She pressed her head harder to his, her motions gradually getting more fevered. Night flared his magic and wrapped his tail around hers, sending a pleasant jolt through them.

Velvet’s shivers gradually faded. She started pushing harder into his kisses, her excitement spurring her to pick up the pace. This stallion was hers. HERS. Eagerly, she swiped her tongue along the smooth, polished surface of his teeth, her hooves creeping up to cradle his head. Night let out a throaty growl, thrusting hard against her, his own hooves drifting down to her godly hips. Inevitably, he put more force behind his efforts as well, and for minutes their kisses rolled leisurely back and forth, making a game of it as they rediscovered each other’s bodies.

Eventually, Night pulled away. He met Velvet’s eyes for a fleeting moment, then started licking her neck in long, weighty swipes. Velvet’s breath was like a hiss, tensing from the electric thrill of his raspy tongue on her throat. She started nibbling and sucking on one of his ears, tugging the lightly-furred skin just the way he liked, and she felt him twitch and go a little bit faster. She went to his other ear and did much the same, but then, feeling playful, she nipped the very tip...

“!!!”

...and suddenly she was on her back, with Night looming over her, snorting like a mustang.

“N-Nighty!” An even heavier blush crept into her cheeks as Night’s wild eyes drilled into her, abruptly making her feel like she’d been caught. Adrenaline ripped through her, and it suddenly felt like there was a fire in her belly. “Oooooh, Nighty… Nighty, yes…”

She’d forgotten how sensitive his ears were in years past. She was getting a good reminder now.

Night made a nickering noise and ripped off her panties with magic, revealing her delicate, desperate flower. His thick, strong hooves pinned her in place as he kissed her again, this time hard and forceful. In a flash he broke away and started sucking on her horn, running his teeth along the grooves and snaking his tongue around the spiralling tip. Velvet squeaked and went rigid, going cross-eyed as waves of pleasure crashed against her mind. Suddenly she became aware of the pre falling from his length, dripping steadily and overflowing her navel.

“Nnnightyyyyyyyyy,” she cooed. “Mmmrrrrrhhhh…”

Night puckered his lips and hummed, a low, guttural sound that sent delightful vibrations straight into her horn. Velvet felt herself wink, twice, her inner muscles spasming, trying to clamp down on the dick that wasn’t there. Her tail thrashed back and forth on the mattress, attempting to hike itself up nice and high, so much so she thought it might lift her off the bed. That fiery spring inside her was burning, hotter... hotter, always hotter…

“GUH!” Velvet ground against his dick, sandwiching it between them, a boiling rod of steel just for her. She could smell his musk now, earthy and familiar, and it was the last straw for her. Her trepidations blanked out completely, turning her into a being of need, and she cried out two words in a stilted, cracking voice.

 “D-DO IT!”

Night didn’t need to be told twice. He released her horn with a wet POP and widened his stance, pulling back so he could align himself. For a moment she felt him at his entrance, poking, swaying, moving with his subtle motions, her nether lips kissing his very tip. Night swooped down for one last frantic kiss, and then with smooth, practiced ease, he pushed his dick inside her cunny.

Velvet was beyond words. Stars danced before her eyes as she was penetrated with a loud schlick, that blazing, agonizing urge replaced with delicious, blessed satisfaction. Night’s long, broad girth was spreading her like she hadn’t been fucked in years, and his initial thrust alone sent shocks racing along her spine. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever been this tight, not even in her maiden days, and the look of disbelief on Night’s frazzled face suggested he thought much the same. It felt like his dick was tickling the back of her throat, but even still, her inner muscles were trying to devour his entire length, and her tunnel was stretching, stretching, stretttttccching, to accommodate him.

Night grunted through his teeth. Snug. Soft. Wet. Those words repeated over and over in his mind like a broken record. Velvet lips were parted in awe, moving soundlessly as she took gradually more of him. Her eyes were fluttering and rolling into her head, lost in the feeling of him inside her. It was a good look on her. He thrust a second time, harder, his medial ring slipping in with an audiblesquelch. Her mound bulged with his size, stuffed full with his girth and still swallowing more, and he watched fascinated as his shape gradually disappeared in her fertile depths.

Night was almost in all the way. His sack was but a few inches away from brushing against her rear, and he could feel his balls stirring, sensing what was to come. He didn’t push at all now, he just let her pliable marehood be molded around him, and he planted love bites on her shoulder as a few inches became one… then one-half… a quarter… a sixteenth...

...there.

Night and Velvet lay still, gasping for breath. They looked into each other’s eyes once more, sharing a tender kiss as their hearts beat as one.

“Hey,” he whispered.

Velvet reached up and stroked his cheek. “Hey.”

Their sweaty manes were stuck to their necks. A rosy tint colored both their faces, and their pulses were racing a mile a minute. Their entwined bodies were primed and set, ready to go on a hair trigger, and in that moment, nothing else existed but them.

Night nuzzled her and murmured in her ear. “I’d swear you were a virgin if I didn’t know better… you’re so freaking tight… soft, too... no wonder they call you Velvet—GAH!”

Velvet squeezed down on him even harder, her powerful muscles kneading his shaft like she was milking it. A long, loud groan escaped Night’s lips as the pressure rose in his loins, and that wild, bestial look seeped back into his eyes, the one that made Velvet feel like prey.

“Eager to be knocked up, are we?”

Velvet wiggled her hips. “Shut up and fuck me.”

Night didn’t argue. He pulled back with a strong motion, managing to get a little over half of himself out of her passage. He rocked back and forth a few times, teasing her with a few false starts, but then with a proper thrust, he plunged once more into the breach.

“OHHH!” Velvet’s voice rose a whole octave. That annoying empty feel had plagued her on the backthrust, but now she felt complete again. Her folds were furiously pulling him back in, trying to claim their virile prize, and Night seemed all too happy to oblige. His dick was throbbing, his balls swelling, causing more fluid to escape him and make her insides all the slicker. He pulled back and thrust a second time, this time faster and stronger, and she arched her back and gripped him with all her might, almost completely lost to desire.

Velvet lolled her head back and forth as Night rutted her. She wrapped all four legs around his barrel and pulled him in as far as he would go, his tip just barely brushing against her cervix. It seemed his size was still just right. He always did fill her up so nicely, and the way he went in at different angles to get her good spots… thank the heavens Night had always been an attentive lover, because if he only cared about ‘getting to the finish,’ their sex life would’ve gone stale long ago.

He found a good rhythm and kept pistoning away. Minutes passed as he entered and exited her with a meaty THWAP, the bed shaking in time with the sound of their hips colliding. The candles around the room flickered from the vibrations, causing their light to dance and form strange, wavy shadows. Night buried himself inside Velvet again and again, controlling his own pleasure while working to drag out hers, and he grabbed a mouthful of her mane and yanked, causing her to shout his name before devolving into gibberish.

Night’s endurance was waning. He wanted to last longer, but Velvet’s sexy noises were too much. His end was waiting in the wings, ready to burst out onto center stage, and already it was making him start to speed up his pace. Fortunately it looked like Velvet was close, as well, and in her state, there was only one thing that was going to push her over the edge.

Night’s motions became jerky and unbalanced. He was at the point of no return, but he continued on without hesitation. A snarl escaped him as his muscles tightened to the point of pain, his balls reaching their boiling point. Velvet sensed the change and voiced her approval, moving with his thrusts to ensure sure he stayed inside. That fiery spring in her belly kept getting wound up tighter, demanding release, and just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore...

“AH!” Night erupted inside her, shooting long, gooey ropes of seed into her waiting womb. He pumped load after load inside her, his twitching nuts producing more with every surge. He swiftly overflowed her pussy and soaked their crotches in jizz, but even then, he still kept cumming, his pulsing dick gushing out steady streams of stallion spunk. Velvet came as well with a joyous shriek, her pussy convulsing and trying to hold in as much as it could, but that was impossible with Night’s unexpected output. She abruptly felt like she was soaring, flying high above the clouds, and her vision went dim and floaty as that blasted heated itch was quenched.

Their twin orgasms left them both reeling. Night was the one who came down first, and it was with a loud, sticky SPLORTCH that he managed to disengage himself. For a few speechless moments, he marveled at the sheer volume of cum he’d produced; it looked like he spilled a jug of milk on the bed. He glanced down at his still-twitching package, seemingly no worse for the wear, and made a mental note to invest in some waterproof sheets.

“That…” Velvet said from beside him, her voice loopy and faint. “Was a lot…”

Night made an affirmative noise. “Doc wasn’t kidding about those supplements.”

With a weak sputter of magic, Velvet managed to collect most of the excess and dispose of it with a spell. She then scooched closer to Night, hugging him with a dreamy sigh. “Mmmm, my hero. Vanquisher of the vile heat.”

Night snickered. “My old foe.” He put an arm around Velvet and lay beside her, planting a kiss just below her horn. “And just when I thought I’d sheathed my sword for good.”

Velvet patted his shoulder. “I know you’re up to the challenge.” She closed her eyes and sank into the pillows, basking the warmth of his seed inside her. “Along with all the challenges to come.”

Night’s expression grew placid. He looked up at the ceiling with unfocused eyes, still a bit shocked as to what they’d agreed to. It was crazy enough what had already happened to them, but now this, on top of everything else? Velvet was right--it was utterly surreal! What was raising this third child going to be like? How was he or she going to be received? How would he and Velvet be treated by extension? Sure, ponies were nice to them now, but what if this third child wasn’t what they wanted? Would he and Velvet be able to protect them?

“So many questions, never enough answers,” Night said aloud.

Velvet didn’t reply. She didn’t need to. They’d talked about this for weeks.

Casting those thoughts aside, Night snuggled next to Velvet and lay with her a while, waiting until her heat flared back up and she needed another round.

“It’s going to be an interesting ride.”