Birthday Party in the Bedroom
Author's Note
Final Warning: The following story you are about to read contains M/M sex in which the mare has arranged it all. This story is also currently unedited. Viewer discretion is strongly advised.
Birthday Party in the Bedroom
Twilight Velvet hates doing this sort of thing. It’s not so much of hopping on a train towards Ponyville was anything she disliked, rather the sole fact that her husband, Night Light, has any idea that she was going down there, to begin with. Then again, she’s not going there for her daughter either who happens to live there. If anything, this whole trip is a secret that she had told absolutely no one about.
She even took pains to disguise herself, to make her as inconspicuous as possible. The weather thankfully gave her the excuse as it was raining in the chilly November air where she had a black raincoat and an umbrella that both hid her face and kept the rain off of her. Every so often, she would stop to check the map to be absolutely sure that she knew exactly where she was going. Although a Canterlot unicorn, she wasn’t afraid of getting her hooves dirty in the mud as she was heading towards her destination: Sweet Apple Acres.
After trudging through the mud, she came up to the door to which she knocked on it. A moment later, an orange mare with a blond mane answered it. “Yes?”
Velvet folded up her umbrella, “Hello dearie.”
She blinked, “Twilight Velvet? What are you doin’ here on a day like this?”
“I’m running an errand… uh, Applejack, isn’t it?”
“Uh-huh. So what can Ah do ya for? We don’t have fresh apples this time of year, Ah’m afraid since we’re gettin’ ready fer winter. But we do have stuff in jars that-”
“Actually, I’m looking for someone,” the unicorn interrupted. “Your brother, I think. Macintosh isn’t it?”
“Ya mean Big Mac?” she nodded, “He’s in the storage part of the house. Why?”
“I just want to ask him something and then I’ll leave. I just need five minutes to speak with him about something.”
Applejack raised an eyebrow, “That bein’?”
“Something to do with a birthday coming up, it’s just a question I want to ask of him and then I’ll go.”
The orange mare told her okay, even though Velvet could tell that she was a little bit suspicious but she did let her go while giving her some direction. After unfolding her umbrella, she walked around the farmhouse until she came to the side of the house where all the tools were kept with the barn doors creaked open. Inside, hoisting bales of hay onto a pulley system was the scarlet stallion that she was looking for. It was evident that he had been working in the barn for quite some time as he was sweating and wiped his brow.
“E-Excuse me,” Velvet began, getting the stallion’s attention. “Are you Big Macintosh?”
“Uh…” he tilted his head. “Do Ah know you?”
“Unlikely, but you probably know Princess Twilight Sparkle?”
“Yeah, she’s a friend of mah sis.” He said as he sat back against a bale of hay.
“Well, I’m her mother, Twilight Velvet,” as she folded her umbrella again she walked in and closed the door as she entered. “I know that this is unexpected, but I wanted to come by to ask you something. It’s eh… rather embarrassing to be honest.”
Macintosh raised an eyebrow, “How so?”
She had a touch of pink on her gray muzzle, “Well,” she began. “I’ll say that pretty much everything I know about you come from my daughter. We write as frequently as we could, you see, to catch up on what was going on with our lives and whatnot. Anyway, before I ask you a very big question, I have to know a few things first. Personal things for sure, but there is a reason why I’m asking them”
The stallion tilted his head, “How personal is personal?”
“Very. So to start off, are you in a relationship with somepony?”
Big Mac stared at her for a moment, “Not really?”
“Have you caught anything that might be contagious?”
“Mrs. Velvet, what’s all this about?”
“I’m getting to that, but please humor me for a moment, are you at all sick in any way?” He shook his head. “Okay… good…” she nodded her head as she walked forward to him. “Now onto the big question, but given how personal this is, do keep in mind that you can outright say no anytime. In fact, you don’t even have to-”
“What exactly are ya tryin’ ta ask?”
The unicorn mare stopped and breathed in deeply. “Big Macintosh, would you be interested in having sex with my husband for his birthday?”
As she expected, the storage part of the farmhouse became dead quiet, the only sound that could be heard was the rain outside and tapping against the roof. Besides his eyes that had grown three times their size, the stallion’s expression remained unmoved. As if he was processing what he just heard as he was sticking a hoof in his ears to see if something was blocking them.
“Uh… Beg yer pardon, miss,” he finally said. “Maybe it’s mah ears or the rain, but could ya kindly repeat that one more time?”
Now there was no doubt that she was blushing. “I know this is a lot to ask of anyone, and really, I don’t blame you at all. But I came down here to see if you’d be interested in having male on male sex with my spouse.”
Another long, awkward moment, “Why?” questioned Big Mac.
“Here, let me explain,” she sat down on her haunches. “First thing that you need to know is that I love my Night Light – more than anything in the world with all my heart. We’ve been together for roughly twenty, breathtaking years. He never once cheated on me and I with him. Night is a wonderful stallion to be around. In bed he’s incredible and he still is. But here’s the thing: I knew that he is Bisexual since day one, he told me right up-front. As much as all the things he’d done for me, both in and out of bed, he had been doing nothing but give and he’d expected nothing in return. But I for one don’t think that’s fair at all, especially when it comes to our sex lives.
“I have been thinking for years of how I could not only repay him but show how much love I have for him. That is when I learned about you. Twilight had written to me that you came out… a year ago, wasn’t it?” he nodded. “Now while I know that you’re gay, I don’t exactly know if you would be comfortable with something like this. In fact, it’s the reason why it has taken me this long to come down here at all because I had such doubts about it. I mean, is this something you would want to do?”
Big Mac averted his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah… Ah don’t know… Obviously, nopony has asked me anythin’ like this before…”
“One last personal question Big Macintosh, have you had a sexual partner before?”
“Well… Ah ain’t a virgin, if that’s what yer askin’. But it’s been so long ago and all that…” He shook to clear his head as Velvet could see the pink on his cheeks. “But what about yer husband? Does he know that yer here and all?”
“Not really. I wanted this to be a surprise for him on his birthday. I know what you’re thinking, and don’t worry about coming between us. Trust me, we have done plenty of weird things in bed before, so this should be nothing. However, you would probably be the first stallion for my husband in who-knows-how-long, and I wanted this to be special. But I won’t dare force you into this at all. I know this is a personal thing so I won’t have you do this unless you are two-hundred percent sure about it.”
Another pause before the stallion asked, “And what about you? Where do you fit in all of this?”
“If it’s okay by you, I kinda interested in watching it.” She said meekly, “I admit, it’s been a long fantasy of mine to see someone as handsome as Night to be going at it with a stallion. So would it bother you or…?”
Big Mac sighed, “Oh boy… this is… Ah mean it’s… Look this is… Could Ah at least think this over?”
“Absolutely,” Velvet nodded. “If anything, I encourage it. But do keep in mind, his birthday is in ten days, so I’d like a reply of yes or no, along with the assurance of if you’re coming if you do decide for it.” Here she lit up her horn and from her raincoat, she levitated a card over to him. “That’s our mailing address. But in the meantime, think it over for a bit.” She was about to open her umbrella when a thought came to her, “One more thing, do you have any questions for me?”
The Apple farmer looked between her and the card he was given, “Just one,” he said, “What’s he like? Ya know, age and all.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-four.”
Velvet smiled, “He’s twenty years older than you, still handsome as ever and the nicest stallion you’ll ever meet. Now then, it’s time for me to get back home before Night notices. Though I do hope I’ll hear from you, Mr. Apple?”
Big Mac stared at the card. “Sure… Ah jus’… need some time.”
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“Are ya sure that havin’ this thin’ on is necessary?”
Velvet peaked his head through the door of her and her spouse’s bedroom. “Yes of course! It wouldn’t work for his birthday if you didn’t. Now you stay right in here while you lie on the bed and I’ll go get him. When I start singing, you know what to do. But keep quiet until then, he’s almost to the house.” And with that she closed the door and carefully but briskly walked over the rose petals from their door, down the stairs, and to the front door, listening as her husband’s hoofsteps approached the door.
“Hey hon,” her husband said as he stepped through the door and gave her a nuzzle. “I’m so glad to get out of work early. Do you have any idea what are we doing tonight?”
“Look down.” Puzzled at first, her spouse glanced at the rose petals on the floor, noticing a trail that went up the stairs.
“Oh. It’s that kind of birthday, huh?” Night Light smirked. “Not that I’m complaining, of course.”
“If you don’t mind sweetie,” Twilight Velvet wrapped a foreleg around her husband’s neck, guiding him along the flowery trail. “There are some things I’d like to do something new in the bedroom tonight.”
“Should I be concerned?” He snickered as they climbed the stairs.
“Oh? Concerned? What gave you that idea,” the mare giggled.
“I mean, no offense dear, sometimes your thrill-seeking ideas in the bedroom can make the Marquis de Sade look like a Puritan in comparison.”
She rolled her eyes, “Oh relax, it’s not going to be that extreme – just something that both new and old at the same time for you.”
“Is that a riddle, dear?”
Now at the top of the stairs, the couple walked over the trail of roses towards the front door of their bedroom. Velvet turned around to face her husband, eyes lowered. “So love, are you ready for me to give you your present?”
He was responded with a smile.
“Happy birthday to you,” she began, kissing him quickly before slowly walking backward. “Happy birthday to you,” as planned, her husband followed her, kissing her back with lust in his eyes. “Happy birthday, dear Night Light…” In that instance, she lit up her horn to open the door of their bedroom.
“Happy birthday to you!” At first, Night Light was taken aback as a third, much lower voice sang the last line until he looked over to the side to see, to his surprise, a red stallion lying on their bed in a rather seductive pose, and was wrapped with a comically large red bow that was tied around his hindquarters. Just as soon as he saw him, he lit his own horn to slam the door.
“Uh… Velvet, sweetheart?” the blue stallion began. “Are you aware that there’s a stranger in the house? In our bedroom? On the bed?”
An eye roll later, she opened the door again, “Hon, this here is my present. His name is Big Macintosh Apple, and he has agreed to be yours for your birthday.”
“Mine?” he asked as the two of them crossed over into the bedroom where the ruby stranger was by now getting up, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Wait a sec, I don’t understand. Who is he and what does he want?”
“He’s the brother of one of Twilight’s friends. You know, the Apple farmer one? This is the same brother that has come out about a year ago. And he’s also agreed to be your entertainment for the rest of the evening.”
Night Light glanced between him and his wife before asking Big Mac, “Okay, how much did she pay you?”
He shook his head, “Not a bit, sir.” Mac responded in his country drawl. “Ah mean, truth be told, she did come ta me, but only fer you. Ah agreed to come since Ah’ve been somewhat lonely for a while, but mostly because she wanted this ta happen.”
Night turned to his wife, asking her if this was true. “Dear, I get that everyone has a sexual itch that they’ve just gotta scratch. You’ve gone out of your way to scratch mine on more than one occasion, so I thought that it was time that I do the same with yours.”
“But… are you sure about this? With somepony else that isn’t… well… you?”
She walked up to him and kissed him, “Would I have gone to arrange this if I didn’t? Night, just for tonight, give yourself into the other side of your sexuality that you haven’t used in years. If anything, I trust you with him. Do whatever you want, kiss him, blow him, rut him senseless or vice-versa. All I want is to watch and have fun too.” Velvet winked at him.
“But… it’s been so long…”
Another kiss, “Stop doubting, it’s a mood killer you know.” They chuckled. “So then, how about you go into the bathroom to ready yourself while I get out the toy chest, hmm?”
Velvet nuzzled her once more, “You are the best wife of all time. Thank you for trusting me with this.” And with that, he waltzed right into the bathroom that was attached to the master bedroom.
“Uh, excuse me ma’am,” Big Mac raised a hoof. “Toy chest?”
“Here,” she lit up her horn to take out a key that was hidden within one of the posts of the bed. Out of the closet, she dragged out a chest in which she let it rest next to the Apple Farmer. “I think that it’ll be better explained if I showed it to you.” After undoing the lock, Big Mac peaked inside in which his whole face turned bright pink.
“Oh… those kind of toys.” The stallion chuckled nervously, “Somethin’ you and yer spouse collected over the years?”
With a smile, she nodded, “Mhmm, you’d be surprised of often we used these to help spice things up or play sex games. Well that, and maybe a little something on our long trips away from each other. Now if you’d excuse me, I need to pull out a toy for me.” She took out from the chest a hot pink object in which it had an egg shape budge from one end and a white base with switches on the other along with one of the bottles of lubricant. The mare mused over it, “I think number eleven will do just nicely.” She said as she walked over to a pile of cushions in a corner of the room.
Out from the bathroom, Night Light was drying his hindquarters with a towel before tossing it aside. Macintosh could already notice the older stallion’s excitement that was appearing between his legs. “Okay, before anything happens,” he begins. “Are you sure that you want to do this?” With a blush on his face, Big Mac nodded. “Now keep in mind, I am rather rusty when it comes to this sort of thing and I don’t exactly know what your preferences are to this sort of thing. I mean, do you prefer to be on the giving, receiving end or both?”
He shrugged, “Ah guess I don’t mind one way or the other. You?”
“Same. And you could thank my wife for that. So then,” he put both of his forelegs on the bed, right between the red stallion who had his eyes looking downwards. “How do you want to do this?”
“Well, fer starters. Can ya help me out of this bow? It’s startin’ ta get cramped down there if ya know what Ah mean.” Night Light chuckled as he lit up his horn to untie the large ribbon and unwrap it as a foal would for a present on Hearth's Warming morning. What lay underneath it was Big Mac’s stallionhood being freed to expand upward.
The blue stallion whistled, “Oh that’s just beautiful.” He held up a hoof to feel the weight of his black, silky sack. “I take it that you’re pent up?”
“It jus’ comes that way,” the Apple farmer replied with a cheeky grin. “Still, how’d you wanna start this? You want ta suck on it or what?”
Night hummed in thought before turning towards his wife in the corner. Already she was pushing in the pink vibrating shaft a little further into her marehood. “What do you think honey? You wanna have us do some foreplay or just go right to it?”
“I say skip to the good part,” she replied between moans. “Flip a coin if either… Mmm… are uncertain who should go first.”
Taking this advice, Night Light took out a coin out from the drawer of a nightstand. “Okay, let’s do this: heads you plow me, tails I do it. And either way, if the other hasn’t finished, we switch. Deal?”
Big Macintosh nodded before the unicorn flipped the coin in which it bounces on the bed as it landed heads up. “Oh this is going to be fun,” Night commented as he pressed his member against the other stallion’s. “Mmm… And just the right size too.”
“Ya sure about this?”
The older stallion put a hoof to his lips. “Don’t doubt, it’s a mood killer. Now then,” glanced over at the toy chest and pulled out one of the bottles from it. “This here’s my favorite, not only is it edible, but it’s tropical flavored too.”
Big Mac blinked, “That exists?”
Night Light smirked, “Lay back.” The scarlet stallion did as he was told and spread his legs, letting his pride flop onto his belly. As the unicorn uncorked the bottle to drop its contents, he looked over his shoulder, “You got a good view dear?” He was answered by a moan. He chuckled, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
The midnight blue unicorn turned his attention as he made sure that his presence was good and slick before he did the same with his ponut. Once satisfied, he lit up his horn to angle the erection straight up as he climbed over him to have it point right beneath his tail. “Ready to go for a ride, big boy?”
Big Mac glanced over to Velvet as she was using her magic to move the vibrator in and out. She gave a mile-wide grin in the approval to go ahead. The Apple Farmer reached both of his forelegs up to Night’s cutie mark and gently lowered him. For a minute, his erection slid and missed his target, but the unicorn above lit up his horn to keep it steady as he relaxed himself to have his hole be spread open.
“Ah!” Night Light gasped as he finally felt the crown being slipped in, and stopped for a moment to get used to the old but not unfamiliar feeling. “Oh Celestia! He’s thicker than I thought.”
As much as the red stallion wanted to plunge in further as he felt himself being squeezed, he asked, “Ya want me ta pull out?”
“I’m just out of practice a bit,” he said as he breathed deeply. “It’s not like I haven’t done this before, especially with the real thing. Just give me a sec.” Night relaxed his muscles as much as he could before he was able to slide himself down, inch by filling inch until he was at the mid-ring. “Before you ask, you feel amazing. But would you mind helping me out? I don’t wanna do all the work.” He said with a wink.
Macintosh was more than willing to comply as he started to buck his hips up at him. Both of them moaned and grunted in satisfaction as the red stallion was working in and out of that hole that was sucking him in. Urging him to go deeper, he nudged and pushed his way past his mid-ring. Once he was able to, he expected the older stallion to hiss in pain but was partly surprised to hear Night moan in earth-shattering pleasure now he was sinking deeper until he was sitting on him.
“Oh buck,” both husband and wife whispered in unison. “I can’t believe all of that fit up there,” Velvet commented as she pressed a button on her vibrator, making the humming sound more intense.
Night Light smirked, “That’s from all the practice we did, dear.” He then turned to the stallion he was sitting on. “Don’t hold back, you hear? I haven’t been filled in ages so just go ahead and be sure to finish in me.”
Before he realized what had happened, the unicorn found himself being flipped over where his back was on the bed, but his flank was in the air as the younger pony was thrusting into him. His plot was practically being slapped as the stallion above him was jackhammering into him like a desperate animal. “That’s it!” Night screamed, “Keep going!”
As this was going on, Velvet glanced over to the toy chest when a wicked idea came to her. Turning her liberator down a few notches, she took out what was known as number four, a black plug that was designed for one purpose. After lubing it up, she levitated it over to the thrusting stallion in which she prodded at his back entrance.
“Huh?” Big Mac swung his head around. “The hay are yaaaaHa!”
“Relax dear,” she replied. “You’ll love this,” she said as she pushed the plug in. The Apple Farmer held still as he felt his ponut being spread until it engulfed it at the base. “There we go,” Velvet said as she returned her vibrator to a certain level. “Continue.”
The Earth pony did, continued to buck but this time he felt a pressure on his prostate every time he moved. He moved faster and harder while the husband was screaming with every thrust that was made into him by the grunting stud. Before Big Mac knew it, he felt the build-up in his sack and the flare that was being squeezed.
“Ah ain’t gonna last long.”
“Do it,” Night ordered. “Don’t pull out!” A few thrusts later, the red Earth Pony grind up against his flank, and Night felt the warm spurts that were being shot in him. Above him, Macintosh was screaming in ecstasy as he rode wave after powerful wave as he was carried into a blissful state. “Oh I haven’t felt that in ages,” the unicorn commented. “I gotta say, the real thing is better. You need a minute?”
Breathing heavily, Mac nodded as he slowly pulled out; making Night gasp as it popped out of him, leaving streams of white flow out from it. The scarlet stallion fell over to the side of the bed. “Ah… needed that…” he said between breaths.
“How are you feeling dear?” Asked Velvet from the corner, sweat forming on her coat and the familiar scent of her marehood perfumed the room.
“I’m fine, thanks for asking,” her husband rolled over to the side of the bed. “Other than leaking a bit and felt like I’ve been stuffed, I haven’t finished yet.”
“Give me a sec,” Big Mac said as he lifted a hoof. “Ah need a breather.”
Night Light hummed in thought as his eyes were trailing over the younger stallion’s hindquarters. “While you do that,” he said as he levitated the bottle of lubricant, “I’ll get you prepared. Now lie on your back and spread your legs.”
“Again?” the Apple farmer chuckled but complied. Night slowly but gently uncorked the plug that was still in Big Mac, making the stallion gasp. “Well… At least Ah… should be a bit looser…”
After rolling his eyes, the unicorn uncorked the bottle and poured it over his taint, Night asked. “Do you know why we preferred to have our lube edible and flavored?” Mac shook his head. “So that I can do this,” and without warning, he shoved his muzzle right between his flanks and proceeded to lick. There was a cry of surprise from the ruby stallion, of course, but Night didn’t mind as he was prodding at the more sensitive areas – in particular, the fleshy ponut that he let his tongue circle around.
At the same time, Night’s ears picked up on the familiar moan and squeak from his wife; a sign that she was close. He lifted up his tail to the side to give her something to have her eyes fixate on from his dripping hole before Velvet ride out her orgasm. Soon enough the subtle hum died down along with a, “Thank you, sweetheart,” from his wife. “I think that he’s ready to go already.”
“Hm?” the blue unicorn looked up to see that, to his surprise, Big Mac was already regaining his erection. “Well that was fast,” he chuckled as he sat up and poured the lubricant on his own. “So are we ready for round two?”
Macintosh nodded as Night told him to get on all fours, he did so with his head down on a pillow and his flank rose, spread for him as he flipped his tail to the side. Before he could mount him, his wife asked: “Night, would you like to have something filling you while you plow him?”
“Surprise me,” her husband replied with a playful smirk before he mounted the farmer. While he was getting himself lined up, Velvet looked into the toy chest and picked out a red canine dildo with one of the fleshlights that had a perfect replica of a ponut. Turning her attention towards the bed, her husband managed to penetrate a few inches while Mac let out a loud moan. Velvet asked her husband how was he, “Surprisingly still tight after the plug you shoved up.” He replied as he started to move his hips deeper and looked at what she pulled out. “Ooh, number twelve and twenty-four… My favorites.”
“Yer wife is amazin’,” Mac commented while moaning.
Velvet proceeded to lubricate both toys while her husband proceeded to thrust in deeper. With the dildo, she found it easy to slip it right underneath her spouse’s tail while she took hold of Macintoshes’ erection to penetrate the toy. If anything, she found this effortless as both males were doing all the bucking both into each other and into the toys. The mare propped her forelegs up as she watched and listened to this symphony of sex with its rhythmic slapping, slurping, grunting, moaning and squeaking that was being performed right in front of her.
Night Light was in heaven as he was in love with the feeling of stuffing and being stuffed at the same time, especially with that particular toy in which his hips wanted nothing more than to be shoved up further. “Hon,” he said as his thrusts were becoming quicker. “I’m getting close. Do it.” He then felt his hole being stretched even further than ever as he felt the knot being crammed in. Velvet pushed the dildo in until it finally popped in, and once that was done, Night Light flared up in Big Mac.
“Ah!” Night shut his eyes and let his seed be poured into the younger stallion, his tail pulsating. However, even in his moment of ecstasy, he continued to thrust in harder than before. Big Mac, meanwhile had to bit into his hoof as he once again climaxed into the toy while the stallion on top of him rode him out until he too was spent.
The blue unicorn, now exhausted collapsed on his back. Mac’s hind legs were shaking at this point so Velvet gently pushed the two of them over in order for them to recover. After a moment, Night gradually pulled himself out while his wife removed the toys from them. In their daze, the mare went over to her husband and kissed him on the cheek. “Happy Birthday Night Light,” she said.
“Velvet,” her spouse replied. “I don’t think you’ll have to do anything for me ever again. Thank you so much.”
“Ah don’t mention it,” she waved a hoof. “It was rather erotic seeing you go at it. And look, you colts have made quite a mess.”
Night glanced over at the dazed stallion in his forelegs. “So… do you want to keep him around for a bit? I mean we haven’t had the cake and ice cream yet.”
“Hey, it’s your birthday, so it’s your call.”
“In that case,” he nuzzled the farmer’s mane. “Would you mind staying for the night? I would appreciate it after what you’ve done for me.”
Big Mac chuckled, “Y’all sure that Ah oughtta be the one thankin’ ya? Bein’ a while since Ah did this and what not. But ta answer yer question, Ah don’t think Ah’m needed back in Ponyville until tomorra. So Ah wouldn’t mind stayin’ fer the night.”
“Great!” Velvet exclaimed as she lifted the two stallions out of the bed. “Now let’s get the both of you a shower, we still got all night to celebrate.”
“Hey hon,” Night spoke up as he reached his neck over to kiss his wife. “I love you.”
“Oh I know,” she smiled back. “Now come on, maybe after cake and ice cream you colts could go for round three.”
