Twilight's Second First Time

Chapters

Putting a Bun In the Oven
Following Protocol
Blue Bloodlines
Exhibition
Premature Dissemination
Interlude - Star Tracker
Delight of the Moon
Shimmering Heat
Life is So Grand in Our Town
We're Always Filled (with Cheer)
Interlewd - Rarity
A Tough Act to Swallow
If You Fail to Plan...
... You Plan to Foal
Cream Horns
National Emerge and See

Putting a Bun In the Oven

Sugar Belle levitated the empty pastry plate as she trotted off toward the kitchen, tail flagged and wafting the pungent scent of a desperate mare's heat across the store. Starlight Glimmer stood up from the table to help clean up. Twilight Sparkle stayed at the table, a contented smile on her face and her head propped up on one hoof. Big Macintosh had already fled upstairs to the living area of the store, trying desperately to hide his raging erection from their guests. Despite his efforts, Twilight had gotten an eyeful. And she liked what she saw.

"Macky and I are going to get ourselves freshened up," Sugar Belle said. "Feel free to use the washroom and come on back whenever you're ready. Don't take too long, though. I don't want to second guess myself and ruin everything."

Twilight didn't respond, staring dreamily off into space.

"Equestria to Twilight?" Starlight waved a hoof in front of the daydreaming alicorn.

Twilight shook her head and blinked, looking up at Starlight.. "Huh? What?" She glanced quickly around before registering that Sugar Belle had been talking to her. "Oh, uh. Yes, thanks, Sugar Belle. I'll do that."

Sugar Belle smiled, then turned down the hallway and disappeared up the stairs.

As soon as Sugar was out of the room, Starlight turned to Twilight. "Are you alright?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean your wings. I've lived with you for a decade now, and I've never seen you with a wingboner quite like this, even when I catch you reading those trashy romance novels."

“They aren’t trashy! They’re artistic works of fiction that... “ Twilight glanced to the side, her growing tirade suddenly dying into silence. Starlight was right: her arousal was as plain as Big Macintosh's, and her wings were so stiff it was almost painful. "Okay, to be honest, I've never been this turned on in my life," she whispered. "I don't know what triggered it, but I just keep picturing Big Mac's penis penetrating me, over and over again until he fills me up completely and I collapse from exhaustion. I want to be filled to the brim with his semen. It's the most intense..." she trailed off, imagining it again as she said it. Her hoof started drifting toward her honeypot before she caught herself.

"Starlight, I don't know if I'll be able to control myself once we're in their bedroom. If I lose it, I know I could overpower Sugar Belle and hold Big Macintosh down and just... well, you know. But Sugar Belle wants me to do this. She trusts me, and I'm supposed to be doing this for her.” Twilight sat in silence for a moment, and then looked up into her friend’s eyes. “Can you come up with me? Then you can step in and take over if I start to lose myself."

"Wait, you want me to go up there? So I can help? You do realize I have no interest in getting involved in the sex lives of my friends?” Starlight stepped back from Twilight, shaking her head. “This entire evening is already far more awkward than it has any right to be. We were supposed to just be coming for a visit."

"Huh? You mean you don’t want to help? You seemed pretty disappointed a moment ago when they asked for me instead of you."

"Well, yeah, but that’s because they chose you for your talent. Obviously, if either of us was going to have to do it, I wanted them to pick you. But… I just didn't like being passed over, you know? That's all."

"Please, Starlight? I don't know how I ended up this horny, but I'm really worried I'm..." Twilight trailed off, and then gestured at her groin. "Well, look."

Starlight rolled her eyes. “I’d rather not,” she sighed. “This is already way too weird.”

Twilight stood up from the bench she'd been sitting on. A powerfully sweet smell erupted from her nethers, spreading throughout the lobby. Despite her better judgment, Starlight looked, and saw feminine juices dribbling down Twilight's inner thigh, and a crotch-shaped imprint of wetness right where Twilight had been sitting, glistening in the lamplight.

"Sweet Celestia, Twilight, you're drenched." Starlight took a sniff of the air. "Are you in heat?"

“That’s impossible," Twilight replied. "I'm horny like you wouldn't believe, but alicorns don't have heat cycles.”

"It wasn’t a question, Twilight," Starlight said flatly, sniffing the air again. "I know a mare in heat when I smell it, and you are in heat."

“I haven't been in heat since I became an alicorn a decade ago," Twilight replied dismissively. “And with all the years I've known them, I've never seen Celestia, Luna, or Cadance in heat, either.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Cadance told me herself; Alicorns don’t go into heat. You're just smelling Sugar Belle. She's been flitting about here all evening with her tail flagged and spreading it everywhere." Twilight glanced back at her own nether regions. "But I definitely need to go wash up. I don't want Sugar Belle thinking that I'm doing this for my own gratification."

"I'm pretty sure it's a bit late for that," Starlight grumbled. “She’s not blind, you know.” Then, as if it were an afterthought, she added, "Besides, if alicorns can't go into heat, how did Cadance get pregnant?"

Twilight rolled her eyes and carefully worked her way toward the washroom, trying not to drip her own arousal on the floor. "There are plenty of things without estrus cycles, Starlight. They reproduce just fine."

"Clearly, you aren't one of them," Starlight muttered to herself as Twilight disappeared through the door. She shook her head and trotted up the stairs, toward the bedroom. "Why am I doing this? I hope things don't get too crazy up here…” She paused in front of the slightly ajar bedroom door, her hoof against it. “Oh, who am I kidding..."

She pushed the door inward.

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"Nnngh," Big Macintosh moaned. "Sugar, honey, stop! I'm close, but... Twilight!"

"Hmm?" Sugar Belle replied around the spear in her throat. She looked up at Big Macintosh with her big, fuschia eyes as she continued to slowly bob her head up and down. Then, reluctantly, she released his throbbing hard cock from her mouth with a pop.

"I want you to put a bun in me so badly," she murmured with a smile. "But since we have to wait..." Sugar Belle leaned back and spread her hind legs wide, revealing her dripping cunny to her husband. "...why don't you preheat the oven?"

Big Macintosh didn't hesitate. Leaning forward, he ran his tongue up and down along her inner thighs, starting with her right leg, and then down her left, and back again. Sugar Belle gasped and squirmed with each touch of his tongue as he continued to tease around her flower; always brushing against it as he passed, but never quite giving it the attention she truly desired. She could feel herself winking uncontrollably, and the heat throughout her body continued to build under his teasing ministrations until she could bear no longer, clamping her thighs around his head and forcing him to remain in the center.

"Lick me, Mac," she commanded. "No more teasi-ah~!"

His tongue darted forward, brushing over her winking clit, and followed its retreat into her folds. His muscle pushed beyond, plunging as far into her depths as he could reach. Sugar Belle sighed in pleasure, the barest hint of blissful satisfaction, only to come up disappointed as he withdrew.

Again he traced circles around her opening, sending electric chills up her spine. Her legs clamped down even harder as her horn ignited with magical energies. She grabbed his head with her magic and pulled him closer until his muzzle was slammed against her vulva, where she--

"You do know he needs to breathe, right?"

Sugar Belle looked up to see Starlight Glimmer standing in the doorway. She hadn't even heard the door open! With a quick magical shove, she pushed Big Macintosh away and closed her legs, jumping off the bed. Big Macintosh reeled from her sudden magical thrust and collapsed to the floor before he stood up again.

"A bit rough, hon," he chastised, his turgid stallionhood softening.

Sugar looked back at Big Mac sheepishly. "Sorry, Macky. I know that they’re going to be in here with us, but… I panicked for a moment."

Starlight nodded. "Look, Sugar Belle, this is going to be awkward for us both, so I’m going to try and be as invisible as possible. But you should continue where you left off," she encouraged, moving over to the corner. "I don't know if you've ever taken a horn in there before, but they have no natural lubrication at all. And Twilight's horn is a bit longer and thicker than most. You really need to get yourself warmed up for it.“

Sugar Belle grinned sheepishly and climbed back onto the bed. "I am almost afraid to ask how you know so much about it."

Starlight smiled. "I've done my fair share of experimentation with another unicorn."

"Uh, Princess...?" Big Mac asked, glancing down at a sudden intruder between his legs. "What are you doing?"

Twilight Sparkle inhaled deeply, her nose buried in Big Macintosh's scrotum. She moaned with happy satisfaction before pulling back and fixing her gaze on him. "Your penis needs to be near my horn when you orgasm or this isn't going to work," she said, matter-of-factly.

Sugar Belle’s horn flared to life, dragging Twilight far enough from Big Macintosh that she could put herself between them.

“Now, hold on, Princess. I can tell you are really wanting to get into this, but before we begin, let me make one thing absolutely clear!” Sugar pointed her hoof at Big Mac’s erection, “That is mine. Because you need to be physically close to it when he finishes, you may give him oral if you wish,”

Twilight whined.

“No whining, or I’ll just have him stroke himself off” Sugar Belle cautioned. “You suck him off and you will do absolutely nothing else. This is my husband. If you think you need to get off that badly, your roommate is right over there and she’s not doing anything. That is, if that’s your thing.”

“It’s not,” Starlight called from the corner.

“Now, have I made myself clear?”

Twilight couldn’t help but frown. It’s not like Sugar’s request was unreasonable, but for some reason it made her irritable. “I understand.”

With the ground rules laid out, Sugar Belle climbed up on the bed and laid back, presenting herself to Big Mac. Without hesitation, Big Mac dove back into her crotch, washing it with his tongue. Sugar's sweet voice moaned out lewdly in response. Twilight took that as the go-ahead to resume her own oral ministration.

Big Macintosh’s tongue ran across Sugar Belle’s nether lips. As he lapped up her honeyed secretions, he felt his balls sink into a warm enclosure. A throaty moan drifted up from behind him as Twilight Sparkle lightly suckled on his left testicle. Big Mac couldn’t help but let out a moan of his own, the low vibrations of his voice increasing Sugar Belle's writhing pleasure even more. Twilight's tongue swirled around, shifting from one testicle to the other, back and forth and then slowly drawing up the length of his shaft. Big Mac groaned loudly into Sugar Belle's snatch.

"Macky, don't stop, please," Sugar cried out.

Trying his best to ignore the Princess slathering his shaft with her spit, he forced his muzzle into his wife’s waiting hole and began dancing his tongue across her winking clit, lashing at it with abandon. The close proximity to the scent of his wife’s estrus was intensely powerful, and his erection nearly doubled as he inhaled a lung full of her essence.

A hoof started stroking his shaft gently as his member grew. "Oh, Celestia, yesssss," came the Princess's voice from below. A moment later he felt the entirety of his shaft engulfed in a warm, wet place as Twilight took him entirely into her mouth, her nose pressing all the way to his crotch. He would never have imagined the Princess able to take the entire thing, but there she was, bobbing up and down with wanton abandon, her nose tickling his ballsack with each return.

Despite the distraction, Big Mac had still managed to continue servicing his wife. In just a few moments, Big Mac’s low hum of his moaning had pushed Sugar over the edge. She squealed with pleasure, spraying fluids all over Big Mac's face as she rode out her first orgasm.

"Macky~," she groaned as she came down. "I need it in me. Please, give it to me! I need to feel you inside."

"Ugggh, can't," Big Mac panted. "I gotta... Twilight…” His eyes shot open wide. “Twilight! Princess! I'm...! I’m gonna...!"

Big Macintosh’s glans flared and Twilight yanked his throbbing cock from her mouth just in time to hose herself down. With some effort, she managed to maneuver her horn into the torrent, his sticky essence providing a strangely satisfying warmth upon the normally insensate pillar. With a flare of purple light, Twilight immediately cast the sustenance spell on the sticky mess.

And then there was silence, as if the entire room paused in the afterglow of the married couple’s orgasms.

"Twilight?" Starlight coached, concerned that the Princess had stopped moving. “You still have to…”

""I can't see," Twilight interrupted. “It’s in my eyes, and it stings bad."

"Oh! Oh, no!" Sugar Belle shouted. "No, we need to get it into me as soon as possible. Macky, pick me up and put me on her head."

Starlight raised a hoof. "I really don't think that's a good idea! You don’t want your body weight pressing on her skull! If you get internally pierced by her horn, we're going to have some much bigger problems."

"I don't care!" Sugar retorted. "I want this foal, and I won’t give up this chance!"

Even though Twilight couldn't see, she felt Big Mac’s chiseled muscles press her backside against the bed and forced her upright. Blinded and unable to do anything to help, she focused on keeping her spell going, but the smell was overwhelming her senses. Instead, she settled for desperately trying to lick any of Big Macintosh’s essence near her lips, while one of her hooves reached down to explore her other lips.

A sudden weight on her head told her that Big Mac was trying to get Sugar Belle into position, followed by a strange and foreign feeling throughout her entire mind as Sugar Belle's crotch slid all the way to the base of her horn. Twilight and Sugar Belle both let out pleasured groans at the new sensations.

"Now what?" Big Macintosh asked. "Is that it?"

Starlight nodded. "In theory, that should be sufficient, but we need to make sure as much semen as possible gets off Twilight's horn. It won't do any good if most of it is still stuck to her horn when she pulls out."

"So, you mean I just need to..." Sugar Belle rocked herself slightly, sending an electric sensation down Twilight's horn.

"Oh, Celestia..." Twilight cooed. "That feels amazing."

“I know,” the baker agreed. She continued to rock herself back and forth a few times before lifting herself up and dropping solidly back onto Twilight's head. Both mares cried out in unison.

With a bit of help from Big Macintosh, Sugar Belle found a rhythm and continued to bounce upon Twilight's horn. With each fall, the spiraling ridge of Twilight’s horn ground against Sugar’s clit, taking her to further heights of pleasure as she rode upon the Princess’ spire.

Twilight’s mind had already blanked. She had heard that horn stimulation was amazing, but this was beyond compare to anything she’d ever imagined. An indescribable pressure began to build in Twilight’s head, completely obliterating any rational thought.

"I'm ... gonna ...!" Twilight managed to groan out between panting breaths.

"Do it," Sugar Belle begged. “Give it all to me!”

Twilight's entire body went rigid as her horn fired off an uncontrollable burst of static energy. Sugar Belle screamed, her pussy clenching down on Twilight's horn, and her orgasm flooding over Twilight's head before she collapsed against Big Macintosh.

"That was amazing," Sugar Belle murmured, still impaled on Twilight’s horn. "We need to do that more often."

Twilight blinked several times, Sugar’s marecum having washed the stinging stallion cum from her eyes. Even though she’d just had the most intense orgasm (and first horngasm) of her life, she wasn’t satisfied. “I’m so sorry, Sugar Belle,” she murmured. “I just… I need more.”

Bracing herself against the bedframe, Twilight carefully rolled Sugar Belle onto the mattress - and away from Big Macintosh. Immediately, Twilight stood and turned on the stallion, shoving him down to the floor with her magic where she began straddling him.

"NO!" Sugar Belle shrieked. "No, Princess! That isn’t what we agreed on!"

"You don’t understand, Sugar Belle. I really need this in me,” Twilight begged, raising herself into position over Big Mac’s member. “I need it! Right now!"

Suddenly, there was a flash of light, and the Princess was gone.

Sugar Belle blinked and looked around the room. Big Mac lay on the floor, his erection still waiting for the mare that had disappeared. Both Starlight and Twilight were nowhere to be seen.

"What…?” Sugar wondered aloud. “Twilight? Starlight?”

Her husband groaned.

“I... I guess I can still use this," Sugar Belle murmured, climbing down from the bed and straddling Big Mac’s member.

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"What the buck, Twi?” Starlight hissed, setting the sex-crazed Twilight onto the couch with her magic. “What were you thinking? You can’t just do that to another mare’s husband!”

Twilight looked groggily around the once-familiar room of Starlight’s own Our Town cottage. It had changed dramatically since her last time here.

"I… I don't know,” she droned. “Something just… suddenly I... I needed it in me so badly... and it was right there."

"Twilight, I told you, you're in heat. And you've got it bad."

"That can't be what's going on, Starlight,” Twilight yelled, her anger rising. “There's got to be something else, I just know it."

"And how could you possibly be so sure?"

Twilight pointed her hoof at Starlight. "It was more than just a desire, or just being horny, Starlight. It was completely surreal, it was almost like I was compelled. Like a magical… aphrodisiac or something."

"... Are you seriously accusing Sugar Belle of drugging us into fucking her husband?"

"... I... Well... Maybe?"

"Okay, let’s ignore the fact that you’re proposing something that makes no sense at all, and think about it for a moment. Sure, there was a plate full of pastries, that Sugar Belle made for us. They could have been drugged. But she didn't divide them up; we each chose our own pastries, and she and Big Mac took the ones that were left. And besides, you were the one who suggested going into the bedroom with them afterward."

"I..." Twilight paused for a moment and then gave a heavy sigh. "I suppose you're right. And besides, you ate some, too, and you didn't seem to have any problem controlling yourself in there. I think I need to go talk with Cadance. She’s basically the expert on sex. If anyone has any insight as to what is going on, it'll be her."

Following Protocol

Twilight touched down just outside the gates of the Imperial Castle. The flight had been rather difficult with her wings so sore from her previous arousal, but at least it was a mercifully short distance. She silently thanked Starlight Glimmer for putting a stop to things before she’d done something she’d really have regretted.

The snow was coming down lightly in this frozen land, and Twilight welcomed the cold sensation of wind and flake against her swollen sex. After stopping for a few moments to calm herself and catch her breath, she began walking the remaining distance to the gate. Two Crystal Pony guards snapped off quick salutes as she approached.

"Greetings, Princess," the mare said before stopping with a pained expression. She leaned over to her stallion partner and whispered something to him before turning back to Twilight. The other guard quickly trotted off. "I apologize for our lack of preparedness. We don't have records indicating you were coming to visit. To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit today?"

"Oh, you know," Twilight replied, gently fluffing out her sore wings. "Just... here to visit my sister-in-law and talk. About Princess... things."

The guard raised an eyebrow. “This isn't an emergency, is it?"

Twilight hesitated. "It's... not a national emergency, no. More of a ..."

Several huge crystals hummed to life around them, signalling an impending announcement. "Attention, castle staff", a voice boomed from them. "An emergency Protocol White is now in effect. Repeat, all personnel: Protocol White is now in effect."

"...Personal one," Twilight finished, looking around in confusion.

In reaction to the announcement, a clamor erupted as many of the Crystal Pony guards rounded up several groups of civilian Crystal Ponies socializing throughout the courtyard and gave them instructions, leading them off into the castle, and several guards abandoned their posts and disappeared into the castle as well. For each guard that disappeared, a different guard came back to take their place.

The guard before Twilight put on a strained smile. "Oh, I see. Yes." She clopped her hoof three times on the ground, and another mare quickly trotted up to her.

"Yes, ma'am?" the junior guard reported.

"Please report to the Captain and let him know that Princess Twilight Sparkle desires to speak with Her Majesty personally."

“Aye aye, ma’am.” The junior guard set off toward the castle at a brisk trot.

"That wasn't really necessary," Twilight mumbled, flustered. "Like I said, it's a personal issue. I can wait until her Day Court is adjourned, umm..." Twilight looked the guard up and down, desperately trying to remember her name.

"Oh, sorry! Lance Corporal Sapphire Silk," she bowed slightly. "Please, allow me to accompany you into the castle." Sapphire Silk immediately did an about-face and started trotting toward the castle.

"Uh, thank you, Sapphire." Twilight followed the guard, glancing nervously around at the now nearly-abandoned courtyard. Only the scant few guards remained. "Umm... may I ask you a question?"

"I wouldn't dare decline, Princess," Sapphire replied. "What would you like to know?"

"What was that announcement about? What is Protocol White?" she asked, giving a nod to the two mares guarding the grand doors that led into the main castle hall. Both of them bowed low as she passed.

"Ah, yes, well ..." Sapphire Silk hesitated briefly, glancing down the eastern and western wings before continuing. "The castle staff are trained to perform different tasks depending on the needs of the kingdom. Protocol White is one such protocol we use for visiting foreign dignitaries, so as to put our best hoof forward in accommodating them. Normally, such protocols would be engaged long before you arrive, but... well, you have arrived without any advance warning."

"I see.” Twilight nodded. “Sorry, I didn't have an opportunity to send an advance notice. But you don't all have to do all this for me! I would hate to have the entire empire roll out the red carpet just because I want to visit my family."

Sapphire tittered nervously. "Yes, well... they are called protocols for a reason. I'm sure you understand that policies are policies, and we, as both castle staff and as military personnel, are required to follow them."

“I understand,” Twilight conceded. “But I’m going to have a talk with my brother about this.”

Sapphire stopped as they arrived at the doors to the audience chamber. The two guardsmares on either side of the door stood staring straight ahead until Twilight came to a full stop in front of the massive doors.

The guard on the left turned to Twilight. "Her Highness is awaiting you, Princess," she announced. Sapphire Silk stepped aside as the two other guards opened the grand doors, allowing Twilight inside.

The audience chamber was strangely subdued. Normally bustling with activity from the various Crystal Pony nobles, instead, only a few scattered guards stood at their posts around the perimeter of the room, and apart from Princess Cadance herself, not a noble in sight.

"Cadance!" Twilight shouted, seeing her old foalsitter standing in the middle of the red carpet that bisected the room.

"Twilight!" The two dashed to each other, bouncing on their hooves.

"Sunshine! Sunshine! Ladybugs awake! Clap your hooves and do a little shake!" The two alicorns went through their usual greeting ritual with equal enthusiasm, but the moment they were done, Twilight flushed fiercely, planting her butt firmly on the floor.

"Twilight?" Cadance wondered aloud, "Are you..."

Cadance trailed off, scrunching her nose. Her horn flared up, and without so much as a warning, Twilight found herself teleported elsewhere for the second time that day. A quick glance around her new environment revealed that it was Cadance and Shining Armor's personal bedroom.

"Why are we in your room?" Twilight wondered aloud.

"For actual privacy,” Cadence said matter-of-factly. “It’s no wonder we're on an emergency Protocol White. You have it bad, Twilight." Cadance heaved a heavy sigh, sitting on the edge of her bed. "But we all just sorta hoped you would have somepony to help you with it by now."

"Who thought I would find who to help with what, now?" Twilight asked, sitting down on the cold crystal floor. The cool sensation helped quite a bit.

"Your heat."

"My heat? Alicorns can't go into heat. You taught me that yourself!"

Cadance grimaced. "I may have also kinda-sorta... lied about that. A bit.”

Twilight stared.

“Okay, a lot."

Why would Cadance have lied to her? And how is it that she only just now was coming into season after so many years?

"But how?” Twilight blurted. “It’s been years since I was given my wings. And I've been around you and especially Celestia for my entire adolescent life, even in places that would have otherwise been private. I've never seen either of you in heat! Surely, I would have noticed it before!"

"It's complicated..." Cadance replied, her hooves fidgeting with the heavy quilt that served as the top layer of her bed.

"What do you mean?"

"Twilight, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Are you changing the subject?"

"No."

"Then go ahead."

"Where were you in your estrus cycle when you became an alicorn?"

"W-what?” Twilight sputtered with frustration. “I-I-I don't remember. It's been several years, and since I thought alicorns never went into heat, I didn't really have a reason to keep track."

Cadance leaned back and stared at the ceiling, refusing the meet Twilight’s stare.

"Alicorns absolutely do go into heat, Twilight. We just have a dramatically different cycle than other mares. At the time, it had been so long since I’d ascended that I didn’t even remember what a normal mare’s cycle is like, but there’s a world of difference between them. I hid the truth of Alicorn estrus from you because I didn’t want you to come to me for advice when you started having your normal estrus cycles.

“But I can’t hide it from you now. Dealing with Alicorn estrus is nothing like your usual estrus. For starters, instead of having a cycle every 28 days, we have one cycle roughly every ten years.”

“Every ten years? But Celestia never had--”

“No ‘but Celestia,’” Cadance interrupted. “When's the last time you ever noticed your mother in heat?"

"Huh?” Twilight blinked several times. “Uh... several years ago, I guess. I mean, I don't really spend much time with her since we don’t live close to each other anymore, and I’ve never really just talked casually with her about that, but I would think she's old enough that she stopped having them."

"And exactly how old is Celestia?"

"... I see,” Twilight murmured, then after a moment she stood back up and levelled an accusatory hoof at Cadance. “So you're saying Princess Celestia used to go into estrus?"

Cadance smiled, pushing Twilight’s hoof down. "It frequently caused a complete government shutdown while things were restructured."

Twilight went silent. Too silent. For much longer than Cadance was comfortable with.

"Is everything okay?" Cadance urged.

"Sorry," Twilight replied, blushing. "I'm just having a bit of trouble processing the thought that Celestia has hit menopause."

Cadance giggled. "Her hot flashes had interesting effects on the sun. Researchers are still baffled as to what caused those 'solar flares'."

"You mean solar flares were a real thing?!” Cadence nodded, and Twilight’s jaw hung open for a moment before continuing. “From what I’ve read, most researchers had come to an agreement that they were the result of a faulty spell matrix used in the equipment of the time."

Cadance’s giggle turned into a full-body laugh. "It was an interesting time, let me tell you. But we're getting off the subject.” Her mirth subsided as she levelled her gaze on Twilight again. “There’s no doubt in my mind. You're very clearly in the beginning of an Alicorn estrus, so you're going to have to make some tough decisions soon."

"Tough decisions?"

"Just as our cycle is slower than a usual mare, the effects are magnified in the same way. While you may have felt a little bit horny with your estrus cycles before, as an Alicorn, estrus will drive your libido so high you'll jump any stallion you can find just for a bit of relief. It also has a heightened effect on those around you; prolonged exposure to your scent will drive most stallions completely crazy. Protocol White is designed for exactly that reason."

"Isn't it just intended to greet foreign dignitaries?"

"A half-truth. Protocol White was originally used for my own protection if Shining Armor were ever out of the country at a bad time. I'm the Princess of Love, after all: The effects of my heats are unbearably strong, for both myself and stallions around me. But we also use Protocol White any time a prominent figure from outside the Crystal Empire arrives during their estrus. All male personnel are given paid time off for the duration of Protocol White, and are required to leave the castle grounds until the protocol changes. It's a program designed to prevent, er... 'problems'."

A light bulb went off over Twilight's head. "Ten year cycles... You were foalsitting me just so you could fuck my brother?"

Cadance smiled. "You always were the smart one. But, you know, he never complained."

"How did I never notice?"

“We had to be extremely careful. You were the nosiest little filly, and you almost caught us several times. Of course, that just made it so much more exhilarating. Your dad walked in on us once, and afterward he frequently let me in late at night when everypony else was asleep. He never did figure out the estrus part, since I don’t think he understood that it was so different for me, but he knew I was really horny all the time and was using Shining for my outlet. Disguising myself as a teenager helped drive that narrative - you know how teens are. Your father’s a good stallion. To my knowledge, he never told your mother, and he also understood without any prompting that it would affect Shining’s future significantly if he just let it be.

"Of course, the biggest problem with hiding estrus is the scent, but with the right spell you can mostly mask it. I had to keep it up at all times or every stallion in Canterlot would have been jumping me, or at least trying to. Unfortunately, that didn’t do anything for my unbearable horniness. If I didn't get any for a few days, things would get really bad.”

“What led you to choose my brother?”

“I could see the potential in Shining Armor even as a colt. Celestia had already taken you on as her personal student, and everypony knew you had incredible magical potential. He was your older brother - and unless there was some tomfoolery going on in your family, that means the same genetic stock. Genetics play a strong role in magical prowess, so it seemed reasonable that he’d be able to get the job done.

“Sex - more specifically, a stallion's ejaculate - provides a temporary relief for alicorns, but it lasts perhaps a day at best before the urges come back. Getting pregnant is the only thing that helps. I wanted a baby so that the heat wouldn’t last, and I needed somepony that could actually do the job.

“Of course, I'd seen him always wanting to emulate the guards every time your family was around the castle to visit. There was a spark there - a passion that I really admired. And he was cute; a bit young, but younger colts have an appeal all to themselves.

“So, knowing my estrus was coming soon, I went to your parents and offered to tutor him three times a week. Since I was willing to do it for free, and your parents weren't about to tell a Princess she couldn't tutor their son, I started coming over to teach Shining Armor some fundamentals of 'defensive magic'. As I had expected, his magic was strong. I was somewhat surprised to find him lacking in practice, though, and so we worked to bring out that potential. In fact, the very first spell I taught him was one of the most basic shields: a contraceptive. He was very excited for the practical demonstration.”

"You and my brother-- Wait, is that how he became Captain so quickly?! Are you saying Shining slept his way into the Royal Guard? With you? "

"Twilight, think about your brother for a second. He's a doofus, and if I’m being honest, he’s kind of a wuss. He would never have made it to Captain of the Guard purely on his own merits. He's got drive and determination, but if his magic was disabled in a real fight, he'd get whupped by almost every other pony in the guard. And that held especially true when he first got started."

Twilight had to concede that Cadance had a point there. “I... that does makes sense.”

“It was actually Celestia that encouraged it.”

“Wait, why would she do that?”

“She knew I was planning on using your brother to deal with my heat, but she also knew that if I was pregnant without being married, it would be a huge scandal. It was absolutely unbearable for that heat cycle; every night I wasn’t with your brother was suffering, and I wanted a baby desperately. But, due to some stupid drama a few centuries ago, an noble who gives birth to a baby is required by law to marry the father, and Princesses are technically the highest of nobles. If I was pregnant without a pre-existing husband, there would be chaos among the nobility, and that has rippling effects throughout the entire economy of Equestria.

“On the other hoof, Celestia and I both knew that if I married just some random stallion with no status, there would be a massive uproar from that, too. Changing the law right before getting pregnant would have seemed suspicious and sets a bad precedent, so Celestia hatched the plan to get him into the guard and climb the ranks there. It was pretty easy to encourage him, since he already had the desire, and Celestia began pulling strings in the background to make it happen faster. Unfortunately, it didn't happen fast enough for that heat cycle, and I suffered through the whole thing.”

Twilight stewed on those revelations for a moment. The ‘perfect’ relationship Cadance shared with her brother seemed so… artificial with this newfound information. And none of this information would really help her situation. She still didn’t have a solution to her own problem.

"Okay, so you and Celestia planned the entire thing in advance. But I haven’t been looking for any stallions to court. Nopony has been helping me and I don’t even know where I should begin. So, what do I do? Do I just hole up in my castle and wait it out?"

Cadance shook her head. "You can try, but I wouldn't recommend it. The entirety of your cycle is proportionally longer, including the amount of time it lasts."

"... That’s ridiculous," Twilight huffed, running numbers in her head. "That would be... two and a half years! You slept with my brother every night you could, for two and a half years?"

"Exactly," Cadance confirmed. "There is a reason I volunteered to foalsit you on top of our tutoring sessions. I sought out your brother at every chance I had, and for that time, he was the happiest young stallion in all of Equestria. Of course, there are other approaches than simple courtship. While I chose the approach of finding a husband, Celestia and Luna have rejected that idea, each going their own ways. And I can't say that I disagree with their reasons."

"Which are?"

"It's really not my place to say, Twilight. Their private lives are theirs to share. Perhaps you should ask them yourself."

"I can’t just go to Celestia and ask about her sex life!" Twilight objected.

"Suit yourself. But whatever you do, you need to do something about your heat, quickly.”

“What do you mean?”

“Magic can mask your scent for a little while, but a spell can only mask the smell, not the pheremones that come with it, and the pheremones have a much more subtle impact. Stallions will get turned on with prolonged exposure to your presence; they can’t help it, and the longer they’re exposed, the more self control they’ll need. On top of that, if you haven't gotten any in the last few days, your tail is going to start flagging without conscious thought unless you're actively suppressing it"

Twilight grimaced. Flagging one's tail was basically the strongest invitation for sex there was; the thought of unconsciously inviting every stallion to mount her was... less appalling than she'd expected it to be, but that might have been the hormones talking.

"The Crystal Empire is the only place in Equestria that has something like Protocol White to keep stallions away. Of course, your status as a Princess will deter a lot of stallions from making a move for quite a while, but there is always that one stallion, and as your heat progresses, your body is going to scream to be bred and you’re going to find it progressively harder to resist their advances. Furthermore, thanks to the various stupid laws and restrictions about relations among nobles, a lot of the nobles in Canterlot have messed up sex lives. Some are badly pent up, and most of them act like entitled assholes. You need to be doubly careful if you go there or you’ll create a major incident."

Blue Bloodlines

Twilight popped back into existence right in the middle of Canterlot castle, startling several ponies who were gossiping nearby. Her olfactory senses were immediately assailed by raw, unconstrained stallion. She lingered for a moment, briefly considering dragging one of them to a guest room before shaking the thought from her mind and teleporting again elsewhere in the castle.

After several poorly considered landings, Twilight gave up and teleported herself straight into Celestia's chambers. She found herself facing the wall, and the frantic sounds of a pony behind her caused her to instinctively flag her tail for a moment. Forcing her tail back down, she turned around to see one of Celestia's pegasus maids, Downy Feather, who was startled from her task of laying out Celestia's supper and scrambled to prostrate herself.

"G-G-Good evening, Princess Twilight," she stuttered. "Princess Celestia has not yet finished lowering the sun, but she should be here shortly. Shall I let her know you are waiting?"

"Yes!" Twilight shouted.

"I mean, uh... yes," she repeated in a calmer tone. "I would appreciate that very much. Thank you."

Downy Feather nodded. "Can I get anything for you?"

"If you could bring me a st--" Twilight blurted, almost without thinking. Realizing what she had almost said, she scrambled for something else. "A... uh... a stalk. Of celery. With nut butter.”

Downy Feather flushed bright red. "Um, do you mean peanut butter?"

"Yes! Isn't that what I said? It's so gooey, and the way it sticks to everything ..."

"Uh... I'll... I'll go and get that for you, then, right away!" Downy slammed the doors to Celestia's bedroom open.

"...especially the roof of your mou... hey...!" Twilight had never seen one of Celestia's servants literally fly away to take care of their duties, but Downy took off down the hall like a bullet. "Huh. I wonder why she's in such a hurry."

With a quick flash of magic, Twilight had shut the door. No sense in risking the scent of a stallion near Celestia's chambers, where there was a nice... fluffy... bed...

No, no, no. Twilight shook her head. She absolutely could not - and would not - defile Celestia’s bed in such a way. She stood stock still, trying to avoid stimulating herself with her tail on accident and impatiently wondering when Celestia would arrive. A quick glance out the window revealed that the sun had indeed been brought below the horizon and the moon was now high in the sky.

"Auntie?" Even through the closed door, Twilight heard shouting from down the hall as the sound of galloping hoofsteps approached. "Auntie, are you there? One of your maids is flying in the hallways!"

Great. Prince Blueblood. Hide.

Twilight quickly jumped into Celestia's closet, slamming the door closed behind her and casting a spell to seal herself inside... and the air outside.

There should be enough air in here to last me at least an hour if I need it, Twilight reasoned to herself. Oh, of all the ponies who might approach me in this condition...!

The doors to Celestia's chambers burst open as the hoofsteps slid to a stop. Twilight peered through the crack in the closet door, hoping Blueblood would leave quickly.

"Auntie Cele--! Oh, she's not here." Blueblood glanced around the room. "And this room is a mess! There's even a spill on the floor! What even is...” Blueblood bent down and inhaled deeply. A snarl crossed his face. "That... That whore. She's in heat! She should know better than to serve Auntie while in heat. And not cleaning up after herself, either?"

Twilight reached down hesitantly and touched her nethers. Oh. That's why Downy had been so flustered. Like Cadance had warned her, the spell hadn't done anything to stop her from dripping fluids all over the place. She should have stopped in a washroom or something. Twilight flushed red, realizing she’d even flagged her tail at the poor pegasus.

"Why, when I catch that maid, I'll have to teach her a lesson myself,” Blueblood declared. “And I'm going to enjoy it."

"Enjoy what?" a very familiar voice asked.

"Oh, hello, Auntie... just a little chat with some of the castle staff. Did you know that one of your servants -- Downs is her name, I think--”

Even through the tiny crack in the closet door, Twilight was able to make out Celestia’s eyebrow twitching.

“--was flying in the castle halls? Auntie, you cannot let this go unpunished. When you see her again, send her to my manor for re-education."

"Why are you in my room, Blueblood?"

"I was looking for you!"

"And is it customary to barge into my personal bed chamber without being invited?"

Celestia glared at the closet door for a moment before returning her gaze to Blueblood.

"Err... no, Auntie. I will show myself out."

"You do that. And Blueblood?"

"... Yes, Auntie?"

"Mind your own business. I shall discipline my own maids, thank you."

"Yes, Auntie."

Celestia heaved a great sigh as Blueblood's hoofsteps faded away. The great door clicked shut as if it were much smaller than it actually was. Celestia craned her neck down to examine the wet spot on the floor momentarily before standing up straight again.

"It's okay, Twilight. You can come out now."

Twilight allowed her seal on the door to falter and flopped out onto the floor where she lay, gasping for fresh air. Masking her scent hadn’t stopped it from saturating the air in such a small space, it just prevented smelling it.

Celestia stepped back in faux-surprise before her usual, practiced smile spread across her face. "It is nice to see you have come out, my faithful student, but I'm afraid it won't suit your needs."

"What?" Twilight gasped.

"Never you mind, Twilight,” Celestia chuckled. “I am simply an old mare entertaining herself. Come, now. What is bothering you that you would violate my most personal space without permission?"

"N-n-nothing!” Twilight lied. “I just had some... questions."

"Questions?"

"About you, Princess... and Flurry Heart, I suppose."

"Me and... Flurry Heart?" A look of genuine confusion crossed Celestia's face. "I'm more than willing to answer any question you might have, but there's very little connection between your niece and I. Wouldn’t Cadance be a more appropriate target for your inquiry?"

“I’ve already spoken with Cadance,” Twilight snapped before she could catch herself. She slapped a hoof to her mouth.

Celestia frowned. “Is something the matter?”

Twilight stared at her hooves for several long seconds, trying to gather the courage to say what was on her mind. She didn’t have the courage to look up as she asked it. “Flurry... Why did you and Cadance manipulate my brother?”

Celestia reached out her hoof and pulled Twilight’s face up to look at her. “Is that what she told you?”

“Not in those exact words, no.”

“Oh, my precious student. Cadance and I may have hatched a plan, but we never manipulated Shining. You were too focused on my lessons to even notice, but Cadance and your brother had already been spending copious amounts of time together before ‘the big plan’ came to light. And while he was young and didn’t have any real input into the plan itself, we kept him involved and he never complained about it. ‘The plan’, as it was, wasn’t about manipulating Shining at all, though I confess it was about manipulating your parents.”

Twilight spent several moments processing that.

“I’m not sure that’s any better, Princess.”

“It’s a serious matter, Twilight. But even if other ponies can’t understand, you will soon enough.”

Twilight shifted uncomfortably.

“Now, you didn’t just come here to ask about your brother’s relationship.”

"Well, I was wondering. You've lived..." Twilight inhaled sharply, unsure if this would be taken in an insulting fashion. "You've lived a very long time. So long, in fact, that written history doesn't even mention where you come from."

"Yes, that much is true. Go on," Celestia urged.

"Well, when Cadance had Flurry Heart, you said no Alicorns had been born in Equestria before, but it made me wonder… Have you ever had children? Ones that were mortal, I mean, not alicorns."

Celestia paused, stunned into silence. After a moment, Twilight looked up and saw tears welling up in her teacher's eyes, threatening to spill over. None came, however, as Celestia regained her composure and blinked them away.

"That... is a very difficult question, Twilight. Surely you are aware that a mare's magic protects her eggs from insemination?"

Twilight nodded wordlessly. Silence reigned for a few moments while Celestia allowed that to sink in.

"I wanted children," Celestia finally spoke again, her words strangled with emotion. "I wanted them. More than anything. We didn't know how magical power related to conception in the early days, but not even Starswirl at the height of his power was able to provide an heir.”

"Wait, you had sex with Starswirl?" Twilight asked incredulously.

Celestia choked out a smile as she wiped a tear from her eye. "You already know he was my teacher and mentor in all things, Twilight. But all things means all things, and there are some things you can only learn in a bed."

At Twilight's stunned expression, Celestia chuckled and continued her story. "Luna and I were very young when we became alicorns; Luna hadn't even had her first estrus when it happened. Because of the way time seems to ignore alicorns, for centuries we thought Luna was barren, since she never did have her heat. On the other hoof, my every estrus would come and go without an heir to our kingdom, in spite of all of my efforts. Nopony knew how long alicorns would live, so there was always concern over what would happen if Luna and I passed without one. Centuries passed without any change. Then finally, one day, Luna did have her first estrus. She celebrated it. And the kingdom celebrated with her."

Celestia took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, eyes focused somewhere only her mind’s eye could reach.

"I had been too intoxicated with the possibility of Luna’s estrus to really stop what happened, but I would never have approved of it had I known. Still, it was quite the celebration, if you could call it such. We still don't know who the father was; Little Dipper was Luna's pride and joy, but afterward I couldn't bear myself to be around my sister or my niece. And Luna continued to celebrate every estrus the same way despite my disapproval, bearing more and more foals.

“As the years passed, my connection to the sun helped my magic become ever stronger, and unbeknownst to me, it was taking me further and further from my goal of motherhood. Luna's magic, however, had stagnated. And over the centuries, Luna grew jealous of my magical ability, just as I grew jealous of her womb."

“I had experienced hundreds of heats, with no child of my own to show for it. Eventually, I stopped trying to conceive. Then, after the connection between magic and fertility was discovered, I renewed my pursuit. It was not hard to find the most powerful mages in the land and bed them; afterall, who wouldn’t accept my invitations? But it still had never borne fruit. Eventually, after scouring Equestria for a partner with no success, I gave up on my dream of motherhood.

“Not long after, a teenaged pegasus named Cloudfall who was so disconnected from magic that he could not manipulate the weather came for an audience, seeking citizenship in Canterlot as he couldn’t survive well in Cloudsdale. Of course, in my questioning, I found he had always dreamed of being a father, which is why he wanted to settle down and find some good earth pony mares to herd with.

“I offered to have doctors examine him, and he hesitantly agreed. The doctors confirmed what I thought: he had no magic whatsoever. It was quite unusual.

“I met with Cloudfall in private after that, explaining that he wouldn’t become the father he wanted to be. He told me that he had read literature on the subject and already suspected that, but it didn’t stop him from dreaming of it. I sympathized this him and laid my own problems bare before him. It was an emotional moment for both of us. Eventually, he asked if he could hug me. I, perhaps foolishly, asked if I could kiss him. Things... escalated.

“Our inability to foal was a shared misery, but my dedication to him broke Equestria from the herds of old: The nobles, wanting to emulate me (as they are wont to do), created the institution of marriage, and begged me to formally marry my mate so that they could have their ideas validated.

"So I did. We were wed, and soon the nobles joined thereafter. But, in seeking monogamous relationships, the nobility started to splinter. No longer was it socially acceptable to lay with any mare or stallion one would wish. Those limited few who carried Luna's blood always saw themselves as superior - and others found themselves unable to rebuff that growing sentiment: Luna's children were all powerful mages within their own rights. This new social division made them extremely selective about their mates, and completely changed the face of Canterlot nobility as those with Luna’s blood were pitted against those who did not share it.

“Within only a few centuries, the division had gotten so bad that Luna even stopped holding her 'estrus celebrations'. She did not like how her descendants behaved, and though she wanted more children of her own, she could not police the behavior of literally thousands of her children's children's children acting like spoiled brats."

"So, Blueblood really is your ..."

"Narcissus is my distant nephew, yes.”

“Narcissus? Like, the flower?”

“Yes. That is his actual name, you see. Prince Blueblood is actually his noble title, given to the pony who has more of Luna's blood than any other living pony. And all of the nobles treat it with respect. Ironically, since Luna no longer provides them with fresh blood for their unions, and because they now stick to monogamy instead of the herding of old while obsessing over Luna’s bloodline, they are now so in-bred that they are of poor genetic stock, magically speaking, and Blueblood is no exception. Their power today primarily stems from financial empires that their ancestors built on Luna's reputation, not through any particular magical talents, as it had been in the past.”

"Why doesn't anypony know about this? If these nobles prided themselves on being Luna's own children, shouldn't such knowledge be widespread?"

"Twilight, what happened to Luna?"

"She…” Twilight paused for a moment. “...she became Nightmare Moon."

"Precisely. When your entire claim to power is through a blood relationship to a malevolent force that tried to destroy Equestria, it's time to start re-branding yourself. And that's what they did. It took them a few hundred years, but eventually, only a few of their own kind knew. Even the most studied historians of today have no idea, because the nobles themselves took action to stamp it out from memory."

Twilight nodded slowly. "I guess I wouldn't want to advertise my relationship with Nightmare Moon, either."

"Well, you never have before. There's no reason to start now."

"Wait, you mean... me? I'm related to Luna by blood?"

Celestia smiled. "As much as any other pony, certainly. Luna birthed over 200 foals across oevr two thousand years. Nearly every pony in Equestria today is related to her if you go back far enough."

"I suppose that makes sense. It would be silly to start calling her my granddam."

"Oh, you definitely should!” Celestia giggled. “I'm sure her reaction would be priceless."

"I think I'll pass," Twilight replied with a wry smile.

"Alas, it's well past time I retire to my bed, for the sun must rise in the morning. You should go into town and find a nice stallion, Twilight. Even if you don't conceive, it helps immensely."

"What do you mean, even if I don’t conceive? You think I wouldn't be able to? Like you?"

Celestia shook her head and grinned. "No, Twilight, I mean you need to get laid. Preferably tonight, before you lose complete control of yourself. Alicorn estrus is no laughing matter. Trust me, I know. I’ve had more of them than any pony alive.”

"W-what?" Twilight sputtered. "But that’s not…! I'm not in heat! Who said I was in heat?"

"Oh, my precious student... I wasn't born yesterday, you know. Far from it, in fact. While you may have masked the smell, the spell itself is as plain as day to me…” Celestia pointed a hoof behind Twilight. “Also, you’re dribbling all over my carpet. Go now; run along and find a stallion. You'll thank me in the morning."

Exhibition

Twilight turned off the faucet, using some paper towels to dry herself after washing up. She glanced up in the mirror and the rest of the familiar restroom reflected back at her. Nopony else was there.

“You need to get laid,” Twilight mimicked to herself. “You’ll thank me in the morning.”

She stared intently at her reflection. Her mane was a mess, her pupils dilated, and her eyes somewhat bloodshot. She desperately tried to fix her mane with a bit of magic, but had little success.

She gave up and turned away from the mirror, sauntering over to the doorway and exaggerating the movement of her hips. She frowned, placing one hoof against the door.“I’m not that kind of mare, Princess. I can’t just...“

The memory of Big Macintosh’s throbbing erection shot to the forefront of her thoughts. She shook her head. “What is wrong with me…?” Twilight let out a sigh. “I’m supposed to be a princess. I should be better than this.”

The door swung open with a soft creak as Twilight pushed, revealing the Canterlot Museum atrium. It was a place of comfort for her; one of her favorite places to visit growing up, and a place she often went to sulk whenever she’d gotten into trouble with her parents. Perhaps it was no surprise that she had found herself here.

The only pony in sight was the receptionist behind the counter, Reliquary, who looked up with a genuine smile at Twilight’s appearance.

“Welcome, Twilight!” Reliquary chirped. “I didn’t see you come in. It’s been quite a while since we’ve seen you around here.”

Reliquary was one of Twilight’s oldest acquaintances, and one of the few in Canterlot who never bothered with her title, even when it got her in trouble with her boss.

“Sorry, Relic,” Twilight replied, using the mare’s old nickname. “I had an emergency and I teleported straight into the fillies room.”

Reliquary stepped out from behind the counter with a frown. “You aren’t sick, are you?”

“What?” Twilight replied, momentarily confused. “Oh, no, no. Not that kind of emergency. In fact, don’t worry about it. Everything is perfectly normal.”

Reliquary’s warm smile returned. “Twilight, I’ve known you since you were a filly. You always did come here when you were feeling down. You know you can always talk to Auntie Relic. Is it about a stallion?”

Twilight paused. Did she know? “It’s a personal issue. I’d really rather not talk about it.”

Reliquary took Twilight’s brush off in stride. “Well, we are in the process of closing up for the evening, but I’ll gladly let you browse around if it will help take your mind off of things. In fact, there’s a new exhibit going in that we’re putting the finishing touches on, if you’d like to get a sneak peek.”

Twilight hadn’t actually intended to stay at all, but perhaps taking a look at the new exhibit would help distract her from her problem. “Sure, I’d love to check it out.”

“It’s over in wing C. I’d take you there myself, but I’m busy closing up here. Do you remember the way?”

“I do. Thank you, Reliquary.”

“Any time.”

The sound of her hooves against the tiled floor echoed up and down the empty halls as Twilight trotted along, stopping to read some of the signs with feigned interest as she passed.

Wing A: Equestria at War

Exhibit 1: The Nightmare War. Luna and Celestia hated that exhibit.
Exhibit 2: The Great Crystal War. Cadance had helped build that one.
Exhibit 3: The Battle at Canterlot. Twilight had actually been there when it happened.
Exhibit 4: The Zebrican Conflict. More a trade war than a militaristic one, really…

Twilight moved on. She’d memorized all of the signs years ago, but there was some comfort in knowing that everything was still normal despite her little problem. The marble pillars that lined the hallways beckoned her deeper.

The entryway to unit C-3 was a massive marble archway and Twilight trotted right on through without a second thought. Wing C was the Ancient History wing, and Exhibit 3 used to be a paleontology exhibit. There had recently been some new discoveries that completely upended all existing thinking about many of the (artificial) creatures and (not-so-artificial) fossils that had been discovered, and Twilight was reasonably confident that the exhibit was probably being replaced to update everything to the more modern understanding.

… So, while she expected she wouldn’t be greeted by the giant skeleton of the Tyrannotaur that she remembered, she didn’t expect to see a giant statue of Celestia and Luna fighting right inside the entryway.

Twilight looked up at the colossal statue in awe. The details were remarkably accurate. The Elements of Harmony Celestia wielded were perfectly modeled, and even the minute details on the Princesses themselves were pin-point accurate, right down to the length of their eyelashes and the size of their wings. The sculptor must have been immensely talented, with both an eye for detail and a vivid imagination.

As Twilight circled the fighting pair, she noticed a vaguely familiar stallion standing on a ladder, paintbrush in mouth, putting the finishing touches on Celestia’s cutie mark. His coat was a dark blue-gray tone, contrasting sharply with his blonde mane and tail. His cutie mark was three horseshoes leading to a star. She couldn’t immediately place where she’d met him before.

He waved at her and carefully stowed his painting tools before sliding down the ladder. Great, Twilight thought to herself. A stallion. This will help keep my mind off things. Thanks, Relic.

“Princess Twilight Sparkle!” he shouted. “It’s been a long time since we last met - Iron Will’s zeppelin cruise, if you remember.”

Star Tracker. The last time Twilight had met him, he was still a teenager - an awkward one with no sense of personal space. Though he’d at least been respectful enough to back off once she’d blown up at him for it, which is more than most other obsessive fanboys had done.

“I remember,” Twilight muttered, the unsavory memories flooding back.

“Welcome to our newest exhibit!” Star Tracker gestured around himself, oblivious to her mood. Twilight took notice of a number of other sculptures scattered throughout - each area of the exhibit had at least one statue of one of Equestria’s princesses, sometimes with other related ponies, such as one with both Cadance and Shining Armor. And each one had the same remarkable attention to detail that the Celestia and Luna statue in the front had.

Star Tracker continued to ramble on about the exhibit while Twilight tried her hardest to ignore his presence and focus instead on the statues themselves. She approached a sculpture of herself and her five friends wielding the Elements. Something about it was off.

She stepped closer to read the plaque on the statue. Star Tracker cautiously walked behind her. His rambling was cut off as she whirled on him.

“Is there a problem, Princess?”

“The plaque here says this is supposed to represent when my friends and I used the Elements of Harmony to banish Nightmare Moon. But that happened before I was a Princess.”

“Well, yes, this is the History of Princesses in Equestria, and that was an important moment for both you and Princess Luna, don’t you think?”

“Why does this depiction of me have wings if I wasn’t a Princess?”

The stallion looked at the statue, then back at Twilight, and then back at the statue. “I never even thought of that. I’ll have to have Chipcutter re-do that one.” He frowned, pawing the ground with a hoof. “Oh, but that will be expensive, and it will delay the opening of the exhibit. The boss is not going to be happy.”

“You aren’t the sculptor?” Twilight had assumed he was, but she wasn’t sure why she had.

“My special talent is in researching celebrities, not sculpting. I did all the writing and research for this exhibit. Chip’s sculptures are impressively detailed, but he can’t paint to save his life. While painting bodies is easy enough, getting the details on the eyes, manes, tails, and cutie marks takes a steadier hoof.”

Twilight looked at the statue of Rarity immediately next to her. Her cutie mark was painted with remarkably clean lines and the colors were perfect. Between the painting and the sculpting, Twilight was pretty sure that if the statue had been life-sized instead of huge, she would have thought it was her real friend frozen in time.

“So you painted these?” Twilight asked, looking to Fluttershy’s butterflies.

“I’ve been painting figurines as a hobby since I was young. This is like painting big ones. It’s actually quite a bit easier since the scale is larger.”

Twilight couldn’t see his fierce blush as her gaze moved from Rainbow Dash’s cutie mark to the representation of her own, but then she frowned. Her cutie mark had too many stars - the smaller ones arranged in a perfect hexagon. With a quick glance around at other exhibits with depictions of herself, she could see that it was incorrect on all of them.

“Star Tracker?” Twilight muttered, tapping on the offending mistake.

“I’m honored that you remember my name, Princess. Is there a problem there?”

“The stars on my flank have to be technically accurate. My cutie mark has five white stars, not six!”

Star Tracker looked at the cutie mark on the statue for a moment, then trotted over to grab the ladder from his previous work. Then he brought the ladder over and started climbing up next to the Twilight statue.

He only went up five rungs, but Twilight couldn’t help herself. She stared at his scrotum swaying back and forth with each rung. And when he stopped partway up the ladder, he was just over her head, giving her a perfect view of his sheathed glory. After just a few moments, he hopped down off the ladder, entirely oblivious to the tantalizing view he’d just given her.

Why am I doing this? Twilight wondered internally. This isn’t… Twilight groaned in frustration.

Star Tracker didn’t fail to notice it. “Is something wrong?”

If she played her cards right, she could just stare at that glorious…

It’s not that I want it, it’s… Celestia’s instructions! Yes! I’m just following orders.

“It isn’t just this one.” Twilight pointed at the sculpture depicting her coronation. “It’s wrong on every single sculpture here!”

“Well, yes,” Star Tracker said. “They’re all the same, like cutie marks should be. Clearly, I was working with a bad reference.”

Twilight looked up at the ‘fixed’ cutie mark. It still wasn’t right. All he had done was change them from a perfect hexagon into a perfect pentagon.

“They’re not supposed to be evenly spaced, either,” she replied. ”And they all have slightly different angles and sizes.” Please stay up there, she thought, silently hoping that he wouldn’t notice where her gaze kept lingering.

Star Tracker shrugged apologetically. “I’m sorry, Princess. But, you do know that photos of Princess plots are illegal to publish ever since the cake incident? Finding descriptions is easy, but actual pictures are hard to come by. I’ll have to find a better reference sheet.”

“Star Tracker?”

“…Yes?”

She levitated him off the ladder, floating him over to herself. He closed his eyes and his hooves flailed around as he tried to find the ground below him until he finally found purchase. He heaved a sigh of relief when she released him.

“Your reference sheet is right here.”

His eyes opened, muzzle inches from Twilight’s cutie mark. He didn’t move, mouth working up and down silently as he tried to process what he was staring at. After his brain finished grinding to a halt, his eyes lit up and he dashed over to his bag and started rifling through the contents. Finally, he pulled out a sheet of waxy-looking paper and a pencil and dashed back over to her.

“Here, let me just…”

Curious what the stallion was up to, Twilight watched with horny scholarly curiosity as the sheet of paper came down over her cutie mark. Immediately, he began tracing over her cutie mark with a pencil. The gentle feel of the pencil teasing her fur made her shiver slightly.

Each stroke of the pencil was like a soft touch. As he continued tracing and teasing her, her tail and wings started to rise slightly, and she could feel a building moisture between her nether lips. After a minute or so, even Star Tracker was no longer oblivious to the movement, falling away quickly with a blush roaring across his face. The pencil and paper dropped to the floor.

“I-I-I’m so s-s-s-sorry, P-P-P-”

Twilight turned and put a hoof over his lips. “Shhh! Why did you stop?” she asked in a sultry voice.

“P-P-Personal space! I’ve always had problems with personal space, remember?!”

“Did I ask you to stop?”

“N-n-n-n-n…”

Twilight guided his tracing paper back to her flank with her magic. “Please, continue where you left off. It felt nice.”

“I-I-I-I-I--”

“It’s alright,” Twilight replied, watching him intently. Much to her delight, his stallionhood had dropped from his sheath and was slowly hardening. “I want you to get my cutie mark right.”

Star Tracker was barely able to function, his nerves shot and his body shaking like he was seizing, but he slowly adjusted the tracing paper on Twilight’s flank with unsteady hooves, teasing her fur as he tried to get it placed properly. He brought the pencil down on the page and tried to resume his tracing, but the pencil dropped to the floor as his teeth started to chatter from sheer nerves.

He bent down to pick it up, getting an eye-full of Twilight’s winking, desperate clit as he did so. His eyes went wide and he whimpered as he scrambled back from her flank, falling on his rump. His hooves shot over his erection, trying to hide his problem.

“I d-d-d-don’t think I can do this, P-P-Princess,” he stammered.

Twilight advanced on him. “Do what?” she asked. “All I’m asking you to do is trace my cutie mark and fix the mistakes on my little stars.” She nodded at his erection, pulling his hooves away with her magic. “Or maybe it is a different Little Star causing a problem?”

Star Tracker’s eyes bulged out as Twilight leaned in to take a whiff of his aching erection. “W-w-w-what?” Her tongue flicked out, giving him a tiny, teasing lick.

What in Tartarus am I doing,Twilight wondered. It’s like I can’t even control myself, but…

She opened her mouth and engulfed the tip of his member, swirling her tongue around and teasing his cockslit briefly. His musk assailed Twilight’s senses, forcing her wings out wide and her tail into the air.

But I need it!

Star Tracker squeaked as Twilight’s tongue continued to tease his member. His biggest idol was licking him in ways he’d only ever dreamed. His erection solidified into a marbled pillar that could have held up a building as his gorgeous Princess teased him. “Uuu…” he moaned, unable to form any coherent words.

A dollop of precum formed as Twilight slowly worked her mouth up and down his baby rod, immediately spreading the lubricating substance down his length. Coming to his medial ring, she felt his tip at the back of her tongue, forcing her to come back up so she didn’t block her airway. She brought herself back until just the tip was still engulfed and then she cast a quick spell so she wouldn’t need to breathe as quickly.

Star Tracker was momentarily blinded as Twilight’s horn flashed mere inches from his face. Before he could see again, he felt his entire cock sink into the warmth of Twilight’s oral ministrations, no longer hindered by trivial things such as his medial ring or her need to breathe. Instead, he felt his ring plugging her throat, his member massaged by an intense rippling of her esophageal muscles as she tried to swallow the entire shaft. His vision returned to find Twilight had taken him all the way to the base, her horn nearly piercing his chest as she came down. He leaned back to protect his vulnerable stomach, propping himself up with his hooves.

Twilight inhaled the divine musk as her nose reached his crotch. Her pussy winked uncontrollably with the desire to be stuffed full of that rod, and Twilight couldn’t help herself as she pistoned her throat up and down on his entire cock with wanton abandon. She swallowed around his cock repeatedly, desperately trying to get a taste of his cum.

The rippling sensations on his shaft were too much for Star Tracker’s virgin mind to handle and he found himself rapidly approaching his climax. He was still reeling from his attempts to process the situation he’d found himself in when the sensation of an impending orgasm struck. “Pah-- haaaaaa-- mmmm…” his attempts at warning the Princess were incomprehensible as he groaned in ecstasy.

The tell-tale throb of an oncoming ejaculation gave Twilight pause and she grinned lewdly around his member as he fired jet after jet of semen right into her stomach. His volume was immense and the pressure on her stomach was too much. She pulled his still throbbing erection from her mouth with a sudden pop, coughing while his dying spurts of cum sprayed across her muzzle. After her coughing fit subsided, she played with the cum on her tongue, savoring the taste. She swallowed it down, hoping to give Star Tracker a sexy display, but Star Tracker wasn’t even paying attention anymore.

Instead, he was flat on his back, laying in post-orgasmic bliss. His glazed eyes stared at the ceiling as he wondered if this was really happening or if he was just having a strange wet dream. His shell-shocked gray matter was unable to come to any reasonable conclusion.

Twilight’s aching sex was not satisfied, and she wasn’t about to let his refractory period get in the way. She turned around and ground her labia against his rapidly shrinking erection, hoping for even the barest hint of penetration. Each time it rubbed against her private sanctuary, an electric chill went up her spine, but he wasn’t stiff enough to penetrate her walls anymore.

Realizing this wasn’t working, she tried desperately stroking his cock with her magic, hoping to coax it back to full strength -- with little success.

Star Tracker stared down at what she was doing, mouth agape.

“Is this really…?” he wondered aloud.

“Mmhmm,” Twilight groaned. “I need you in me.”

“But I can’t go again this quickly,” he replied, not even sure if he was complaining.

Twilight stopped her grinding, an idea coming to her mind. She turned her backside to his muzzle and dropped onto his face without warning, his muzzle pressing into her canal with an immense pressure. And then, she released the spell holding back the scent of her heat.

Star Tracker’s eyes shot open as the smell of a desperate, fertile alicorn made his cock shoot back to full mast. Almost without thought, he began humping at the air above him as the scent took hold.

“That’s better,” Twilight cooed, standing up and turning back around. His face was now thoroughly drenched in her love juices as she looked him in the eye. He no longer seemed to be thinking rationally, his eyes darting about her form wildly, drinking in her details. “Now,” she continued, “I need you inside.”

Twilight slowly lowered herself onto his still thrusting shaft. It kissed her lips and she closed her eyes, lowering her herself onto his spire. She mewled in pleasure as she felt her walls part to admit the thrusting member. Then, Twilight allowed herself to drop all the way, not bothering to support her weight at all.

Star Tracker cried out in ecstasy as Twilight’s hindquarters slammed into his hips. His gentle rocking escalated into desperate attempts to thrust into the mare above him, but her weight prevented him from moving much.

The droning desire in Twilight’s mind escalated to a scream as she felt his tip kissing the entrance to her womb. With an almost mindless drive, she slowly lifted herself and dropped herself down again, fucking herself against Star Tracker’s stallionhood.

“Oh stars,” Twilight moaned. “I need you so badly.”

Star Tracker could scarcely believe what was going on as he continued to assist with her slow cock ride. The warm, wet sensation on his dick was like nothing he’d ever experienced before and the overpowering stench of the Princess’s heat was driving him ever more crazy. He needed to move faster; he needed to take control.

Without warning, he propped himself up on his forelegs and rolled himself forward, forcing the Princess to fall on her back, spread eagled, but still impaled on his spear. Twilight grunted as she hit the ground, the fall cushioned by her wings which were forced out widely to the side as she landed on them.

“Oh, yes!” Twilight cried out, grasping longingly for his body with her forehooves. “Give it to me.”

He paused as she wrapped her hooves around his neck. “Is this real? Am I dreaming?”

“Does it matter?” she whispered. “Make your dreams real.” She pulled him closer, grinding her winking pussy against the base his cock.

He leaned in and kissed her as she grasped him tightly. Twilight’s eyes shot open in mild shock as his muzzle reached hers, his puckered lips brushing against her own. She closed her eyes, pressing her own lips back into his and kissing him wildly as their hips continued to buck against each other. Her tongue danced against his lips, seeking an entrance that was swiftly granted.

Their tongues danced as Star Tracker began moving in earnest, thrusting harder, stronger, and faster. His spire of flesh speared into her desperate cunt repeatedly, hilting himself to the base with each thrust, the tip of his cock brushing against her cervix.

Make your dreams real. Her whispered words echoed in his mind.

“I want you to have my babies, Princess!” he cried out, thrusting wildly and erratically.

His words drove her over the edge. Her entire body convulsed in orgasmic bliss, her wings thrashing against the floor and her horn glowing with unfocused energies. Her walls clamped down and rippled upon his cock, her body trying to milk the shaft within as her honeypot squirted a torrent of marecum all over Star Tracker’s chest. “Mmmmm--- yes,” she cried out. “Breed me! Make me your mare!”

The thrashing Princess drove him beyond his limit, her words echoing in his mind as he unloaded a second torrent of his seed into Twilight’s waiting, fertile womb. The sheer volume of his ejaculate, driven by her alicorn heat, filled her up completely, with the excess oozing out around his shaft as he pulsed and throbbed within her.

Twilight felt a sudden surge of relief as Star Tracker’s semen splashed against her womb; the desperate burning of desire fading into a desperate burn of relief. She closed her eyes and inhaled slowly, trying to calm herself as her pulse brought itself back to normal.

Star Tracker pulled Twilight over to the side, cuddling with her on the cold tile floor of the museum exhibit and nuzzling into her mane in a post-orgasmic stupor. His wilting erection slowly withdrew from her canal as Twilight’s mind raced.

Had she really just fucked a near-total stranger in her desperation? She was reasonably confident he wouldn’t be capable of actually fathering a child with her, but was this what she really wanted? With him, of all ponies?

“I love you, Twilight,” Star Tracker mumbled, slowly fading off into dreams right there on the museum floor.

Oh, no.

Author's Note

Couple days later than I wanted, but this one ran a bit long.

Premature Dissemination

Starlight Glimmer wanted to go back to bed. It was 1:30 in the morning; any sane pony would be sleeping. Instead, she was sitting in front of the Cutie Map, rubbing sleep from dark circles under her eyes, and levitating a fourth cup of coffee to her lips.

“So, you went to both Cadance and Celestia for help, and they told you - literally - to get bucked,” Starlight summarized, taking a sip of the life-giving beverage. “A completely typical experience in politics, I might add. But there’s one thing I don’t understand. Why didn’t you go speak to Princess Luna?”

Twilight’s ears drooped. “Because I’m not sure Luna can relate. According to what Celestia told me, she usually dealt with her heats by having some kind of orgy, I think. At least, that’s what it sounded like.”

Starlight quirked an eyebrow. “So? What’s wrong with an orgy?”

“N-Nothing, I guess,” Twilight conceded, resting her chin on the map. “I mean, I fantasized about gangbangs when I was younger, but they were nothing but fantasies. It doesn’t seem like the sort of thing I would be able to follow through with.”

“So it’s like a rape fantasy?” Starlight asked.

Twilight stared at her friend across the table, confused. “I’m not sure I follow.”

“You know, where you fantasize about being raped? It seems so hot in your fantasies, but when you actually think about it happening in real life, you realize you don’t want any part of it.”

“I'm not sure if that's the same thing.”

“I think you should think about it. You were literally engaging in a threesome just the other night, and you seemed to be getting quite a bit of enjoyment out of that.” Starlight pointed at Our Town on the map. “And from there, an orgy is really just a small leap. Maybe you should give it a shot?” She gestured at Canterlot.

Twilight’s eyes widened as she followed Starlight's hoof along the map, her bloodshot eyes practically bulging from their sockets. “In Canterlot?" She shook her head, clearing the thought from her mind. "You act like you've been involved in them before,” she muttered.

Twilight looked up to see Starlight's reaction, but the deadpan expression she received caught her off-guard.

“What, did you think Our Town attracted ponies with promises of brainwashing?" she asked. "The truth is, I don’t actually get the appeal of it. But it turned out that spreading my legs was what it took to get what I wanted, so it was what I did." Twilight stared at where Starlight's hoof rested on Our Town. "It also helped with flagging morale when times were hard."

Twilight tilted her head in confusion. “But I thought you only had eyes for Sunburst?”

Starlight rolled her eyes. “I do, but sometimes you just do what has to be done.”

Do what has to be done. Twilight thought back to her encounter at the museum and slowly nodded. “I guess so.”

“Also, I blindfolded myself,” Starlight continued. “That way, I could at least imagine it was Sunburst every time." Starlight leaned closer. "And let me tell you," she whispered in Twilight's ear, "being blindfolded actually made the whole experience… kinda hot.”

Twilight laid her head down on the table, pondering Starlight's revelation. Would an orgy be all that bad? Could she follow through with it if she were blindfolded? And if she did decide to do it, who better to talk to about it than Luna? “Maybe I will go see Luna,” she conceded.

Starlight brightened. “Y’know, I think that would be a great idea. She actually likes to be awake in the middle of the night.”

“Not tonight, though,” Twilight replied, waving her hoof dismissively. “Tomorrow night. I'm way too tired to make a trip to Canterlot right now. Besides, that burning need to throw myself at stallions is gone. For the moment anyway.” Twilight stood up from the table, sluggishly plodding toward the hallway.

“Speaking of stallions, what about Star Tracker?” Starlight called after her. “You just left him there?”

Twilight stopped. “Like I told you, I panicked.”

“Aren’t you concerned about that? What if he tells other ponies what you did?”

Twilight shook her head and resumed her trek to the bedroom. “I wiped his memory before I left.”

"You do realize that's illegal, right?"

"Like you would have done anything better," Twilight snapped, moving to a trot.

Starlight wanted to argue the point, but she knew Twilight was right. She hardly had any room to criticize another pony for using mind-altering magic. Still, she felt the need to fire back. "It's not like anyone would have believed him if he told somepony!"

“I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, either. But I’m telling you, the Princess is secretly in a relationship.”

Featherweight, the editor-in-chief of the Canterlot Tribune, stared at the stallion he’d called a friend for most of his life. “Alright, Chip, you’ve got my interest.” Featherweight replied, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Depending on what you’ve got, we might be able to make an article out of this. But what evidence do you have?”

Chipcutter grinned. “You remember how you asked me for photos of the new exhibit for an article in the paper? Star Tracker was supposed to be done putting the finishing touches on the paint, so I figured it was a good time to snap some photos. But as I got closer, I could hear something that sounded like… well, y’know. At first I thought maybe Star and Reliquary had some weird thing I wasn’t privy to, since they were the only other staff in the building, so I quietly hovered into the room. Imagine my shock when I saw Star Tracker balls deep in Princess Twilight Sparkle. The exhibit had good enough light, so I turned off the flash on my camera and took a few covert shots. Hovered around to get some juicy angles, too, and then bolted before they had a chance to notice me.”

“Wait now, hold up. You have pictures of this?”

“Uh, yes. I mean, I haven’t developed them yet, but...” he held up his camera sheepishly.

Featherweight sat up straight so quickly his kitchen table toppled to the ground. “This might be the biggest story of the year,” he shouted, wings twitching with excitement. “Come on, Chip! We’re going to the darkroom.”

Rarity entered the Ponyville Post, pulling a loaded cart behind her. Much to her delight, there was no line this morning. The mailmare at the counter smiled with her usual chipper attitude as Rarity dragged her cart to the counter.

“Good morning, Rarity! What can I do for you today?”

“Good morning to you, too, Miss Hooves,” Rarity replied, levitating each of the parcels from her cart and onto the counter. “I have a number of orders that are ready to ship and I simply must get them out of my shop and into my customer’s waiting hooves!”

“Right away!” the pegasus chirped, seizing the first of the packages and looking up the postage rates.

Rarity sat patiently as the vision-impaired mare struggled to read each address, look up the postage rate for each delivery, and then add them all up. As she waited, several bundled stacks of newspapers caught her eye.

“Anything interesting in the news today?” she asked aloud.

Derpy Hooves looked up from the postage chart. “Oh, sorry, I don’t know. I haven’t had a chance to read it yet, but my boss said the front page article of the Canterlot Tribune was about Princess Twilight and he expects to do a lot of extra newspaper deliveries today.”

“Oh, well, I suppose I do need to be on top of the latest gossip. Especially if it involves a friend. Might I purchase a spare copy to read while I wait?”

“Sure! I’ll just add it to your total when we’re through!”

With a practiced flick of a wingtip, one copy of the Canterlot Tribune slid out of the bindings and dropped in front of Rarity, the ever-socially-conscious unicorn. Rarity glanced down at the front page.

PRINCESS TWILIGHT’S SECRET SUITOR REVEALED!

Photographic evidence of romantic rendezvous at Canterlot Museum reveals all

The headline would have made her spit out her drink, were she drinking anything. Rarity’s eyes glanced across the page repeatedly to make sure she had read it correctly, but no matter how many times she read it, the words did not change. After levitating the paper, reading further into the article wasn’t helping - somepony had taken covert photos of the Princess engaging in the activity like a common harlot!

But there was no way these photos were legitimate. Twilight would never do something like that. They had to have been doctored!

“This is libel!” Rarity exclaimed. “It’s slanderous! Oh, no, no, no! I must go warn the Princess right away! I do apologize for the hasty departure, Miss Hooves, but I simply must buy all of your copies of the Canterlot Tribune before they go out.” She dug out a hefty bag of gemstones, dumping them out on the countertop. “That should more than cover all of my postage and the newspapers!”

“But…!” Derpy tried to interrupt, but Rarity raised her hoof.

“No buts, Darling! I’m taking these stacks of newspapers and I’m going to dispose of them. I can’t let anypony read it! And then I’m going straight to Twilight to let her know that someone is trying to manipulate her!”

Without any hesitation, Rarity levitated all of the stacks of newspapers from the countertop into her cart and headed right back out to the street.

Derpy Hooves stared at the pile of gemstones on the countertop with one eye while the other stared at the pile of parcels Rarity had brought in. The gems were clearly worth far more than the postage or the newspapers - or both combined. But how in the world was she going to make change? She had no idea how many newspapers Rarity had just walked off with.

This needed a supervisor. With a nod, she spun around and disappeared into the hall behind the customer service counter, weaving around the extra stacks of newspapers that had been brought in from Canterlot. “Boss?” she called out. “Rarity brought too many gems again!”

Rarity pounded her hoof on the massive doors of Princess Twilight’s castle. “Spiiike?” she called toward the kitchen window, certain that he was preparing breakfast. “Could you be a dear and please hurry?”

The stomping of the teenager’s feet could be felt even from outside as Spike approached. The door swung inward and the purple dragon came into view, clad in an apron and holding a spatula. He stood at eye level to Rarity now - time had done him that favor, at least. Sometimes Rarity almost regretted letting him go, but Smolder made him happy, so…

“Hiya, Rarity!” Spike greeted her, snapping out of her brief thoughts. He waved her in, stopping briefly to stare at the cart full of newspapers. “What are you doing with all that newspaper?”

Rarity grabbed one copy off the stack. “Could you be a dear and burn the rest of these?” she asked, unhitching the cart in the middle of the atrium. “I need to consult with Twilight as soon as possible. Where is she this morning?”

Spike shrugged and blew a gout of magical flame into the cart, quickly consuming all of the paper into a wisp of green smoke. Rarity watched with satisfaction as the last of the newspapers disappeared, and then followed Spike as he returned to the kitchen.

“I haven’t seen anypony come out of their room this morning, so she’s probably still in her room,” he explained as he walked. “But since I’m making breakfast, would you like some? It’s haycakes!”

“I do appreciate the offer, Spike, but I shall have to take a raincheck! I have far more pressing matters to deal with.”

Spike shrugged, flipping a haycake on the stove.

“Even if it means waking Twilight from her beauty sleep,” Rarity muttered, trotting off toward Twilight’s bedroom.

Spike realized, in hindsight, that Rarity had asked him to burn the papers, not send them. He shrugged as Rarity disappeared into the hallway. Either way, it was too late now.

“Twilight, dear?” Rarity called through the door to Twilight’s room. “May I come in?” After a moment’s silence, Rarity pressed her ear to the door, listening intently for any signs of movement. There were none. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door with her hoof. “I am coming in!”

With a light push from her magic, the well-oiled hinges swung the great door inward to reveal the modest and unassuming bed - hardly fit for a Princess - that Twilight had insisted on using. Blackout curtains covered every window in the room, making it difficult to make out the sleeping purple Princess snuggled tightly under the covers in the limited light spilling from the hallway, but the soft snoring gave her away.

Rarity seized the sun-facing curtains and threw them open. A cascade of light fell upon the bed, causing the Princess to stir slightly. “Mmmgh,” she moaned rolling away from the window. The snoring resumed almost immediately.

“Good morning, Princess,” Rarity announced, waving the newspaper around with her magic. “Something important has come up that I think you need to know about. Come along now, get up!”

If Twilight heard her at all, there was little evidence of it. Instead, the slumbering figure pulled the covers up over her head, snuggling tighter into the warm embrace of the bed.

“Very well then, you leave me no choice!”

If there was one thing that Rarity’s magic was adept at, it was manipulating fabric. With little more than a thought, Twilight’s comforter was pulled away from the bed. The sleeping Princess whined, rubbing her eyes as she sat up.

Rarity stopped, dropping the newspaper in shock as she processed the sight before her. Twilight was drenched in sweat. Her mane and tail were stuck to her coat and her feathers were disheveled. And between Twilight’s legs was the all-too-familiar stain of a stallion’s essence. The potent stench of sex hit her right after. Twilight had been with a stallion.

Could the newspaper be right?

“Twilight Sparkle!” Rarity exclaimed, furious at the sight before her. “Do you realize what you’ve done?”

Before Twilight could even rouse herself to a fully conscious state, Rarity’s magic pulled violently on her ear. “Ow, ow, ow,” she cried out. The pain forced her to roll to the side, slipping off the edge of the bed and onto her hooves. She tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes as she stumbled along with the ethereal force dragging her off to the bathroom.

“Whu… whozz… huh? What’s going on?” Twilight mumbled. Blinking away the sudden brightness of the bathroom lights, Twilight was finally able to make out her assailant. “Rarity? What are you doing here?”

Rarity unceremoniously shoved Twilight over the lip of the bathtub without a word and turned on the shower. Twilight jumped back to her hooves immediately and spun around as the frigid water struck her, the stream shocking her fully awake. She glared at Rarity, but the intensity of her friend’s eyes glaring right back at her caused her to shrink back against the far side of the tub. Rarity’s hoof pointed toward Twilight’s face, and then the front of the tub in an unspoken command. Reluctantly, Twilight turned away.

Twilight suffered the cold water against her rear in confusion, waiting for it to warm. “Is something wrong?” she asked. Any sane pony would have warmed the water before stepping into the tub, but…

“We need to talk,” Rarity replied. She stepped into the tub behind Twilight, using her magic to redirect the stream of the shower over her friend’s sweat-soaked form.

“In my bathtub?”

“Your hygiene is atrocious! You cannot simply march around with dried… stuff in your fur! It needs to be scrubbed out!” Rarity’s voice was dripping with what seemed to be frustration and anger. She pushed Twilight forward in the tub to make room.

Twilight reluctantly inched forward, unable to understand her friend’s attitude. “This seems more than just a little personal, don’t you think, Rarity?”

“Well, it’s a personal problem,” Rarity explained, seizing a sponge and soap with her magic. ”Besides, you are a Princess and you need to act like one! Your public image is an important part of your responsibilities!”

“It’s not like I was planning on going out like this!” Twilight argued.

Rarity was silent, bringing the sponge to Twilight’s neck and scrubbing at her coat. The frigid water in the sponge elicited a yelp and a glare from the Princess.

“What are you doing?!” Twilight demanded.

“Helping you clean up,” Rarity replied, continuing to scrub.

“The water’s cold!”

“Cold water is better for cleaning up proteins. I’m certain you know that much.”

Twilight paused to process Rarity’s statement. What proteins? As she wondered what Rarity meant, the sponge dipped down from Twilight’s neck to scrub across her shoulders. Twilight shuddered as it brushed against her wings, sending an electric pleasure up her spine.

“It’s not that cold, dear.”

“Huh?”

“You were shivering.”

Twilight shook her head, not wanting to admit to the pleasure, but remained quiet. She didn’t want Rarity to think she was getting off to this.

The sponge moved further back along Twilight spine, right between her wings. It took all her concentration to keep them from springing outward in a pegasus mating display.

Why was Rarity here, again? Oh, right. “You said we need to talk.”

Rarity redirected the sponge again, this time against Twilight’s flanks. Twilight squirmed slightly under her firm touch. “We could talk about how you apparently have a coltfriend, yet haven’t bothered to tell your best friends about him,” Rarity declared.

Twilight’s cheeks puffed out as she blew a frustrated sigh. “I don’t have a coltfriend. If anything, having a coltfriend would solve my problems.”

“I don’t appreciate being lied to,” Rarity growled. The sponge brushed against Twilight’s dock, sending another chill of pleasure through her.

“I’m sorry Rarity, but can’t I do this myself?” Twilight whined.

Rarity’s eyes were momentarily drawn to the dried mess on Twilight’s thighs. “If I let you do it yourself, you might miss a spot,” she seethed through clenched teeth. “Besides, you’re changing the subject.”

Twilight could tell from Rarity’s tone that this wasn’t an argument she was going to win, but she had to admit, the light teasing of the sponge against her thighs felt… good. And even though she knew it was wrong, she didn’t really want it to stop.

“I don’t have a coltfriend,” Twilight repeated. The sponge stopped moving, much to Twilight’s relief… or was that disappointment? Twilight cringed as the sponge suddenly pulled away and slapped harshly across her nethers, then fell to the water pooled below with a splash.

“Will you really lie so brazenly to me, Twilight? If it is not your coltfriend, then what - or who - am I cleaning up after?!”

“This can’t possibly be the reason you’re here,” Twilight argued. “You didn’t even know about this until you pulled my covers off!”

“I…” Rarity’s face flushed crimson as she realized how this all must have looked to Twilight - she’d simply barged into her friend’s room, thrown her in the tub, violated her personal space, and then started washing…

Rarity sat back on her haunches with a sigh. “I’m sorry, Twilight. This is incredibly inappropriate of me. I’ll just… let you clean up after yourself.” She began climbing back out of the tub.

Twilight was torn. She’d been enjoying Rarity’s touch - perhaps a little too much. And she knew Rarity was trying to help…

“Wait!” Twilight cried out. Rarity stopped, one leg already out of the tub. “You don’t… don’t have to go,” Twilight mumbled. “It may have been a bit sudden, but it…” Twilight paused, searching for words that wouldn’t incriminate herself. “... Even if it is coming from a place of anger, it’s nice to be tended to by someone who cares. ”

“Are you absolutely sure about this, dear?” Rarity slowly pulled her legs back into the tub. “I should never have done something so insensitive, especially without permission!”

“It’s fine,” Twilight nodded. “I don’t mind. Really.”

Rarity swallowed hard, then fished around for the sponge and cautiously brought it to Twilight’s other thigh. Slowly, gently, she pressed the sponge against Twilight’s fur. Twilight shuddered slightly, her entire body slowly going limp as she relaxed under Rarity’s touch.

After a few moments of silence, Rarity pulled the sponge away from Twilight’s thigh. She couldn’t just go and scrub Twilight’s vulva clean, could she? Rarity stared at the thick meat of Twilight’s marehood and shuddered. The taint of dried semen on Twilight’s puffy lips taunted her. She couldn’t finish the job if she didn’t, but… she wasn’t really going to go that far, was she?

Wait, why was Twilight’s tail flagged? Rarity bit her lip as the smell of Twilight’s heated sex hit her. Rarity couldn’t help thinking about the stallion that must have planted that seed. Perhaps Twilight was remembering last night. How it must have felt? Rarity wasn’t in heat herself, but the thought of it was making her feel a bit warm in the nethers.

Rarity’s hoof began to shake. She needed something else to focus on. “Was Star Tracker good?” she asked aloud, seizing Twilight’s shampoo and conditioner.

Twilight’s head shot up and she craned her neck to face Rarity. “How did you know it was him?”

Rarity levitated the dropped newspaper out of the bedroom and over to Twilight as she lathered up Twilight’s tail. The water cascading onto Twilight’s shoulders spattered against the page, causing it to wilt slightly as Twilight read the front page.

“What?!” Twilight exclaimed aloud. Her entire body flushed with embarrassment as she recalled exactly what she’d done the night before. And now the entirety of Equestria knew about it? This was the worst possible thing that could have happened! It was terrible! It was horrible! It was…

It was...

It was… really hot. In fact, Twilight found herself incredibly turned on at the thought… but was that her heat talking, or was that perhaps just a side effect of Rarity’s delicate touch? She shivered slightly and peered back at the fashionista, who was pouring shampoo into her hooves.

“Honestly, I don’t know if he was good or not,” she confessed as she watched Rarity work with her tail. “I was so horny, I’m pretty sure the worst lay in Equestria would have gotten me off.”

Rarity had a delicate touch that Twilight could never hope to replicate, and it felt amazing. An electric burst of pleasure shot down her spine as Rarity’s hoof accidentally brushed against her marehood.

“Hmm,” Rarity hummed. “That sounds like a bad heat... but didn’t you tell me that alicorns don’t have heat?” She turned the water toward Twilight’s tail and began rinsing out the shampoo.

“It seems I was wrong,” Twilight squeaked her arousal as the water splashed against her sex. “And I have it bad.” A spasm erupted from her nethers.

Rarity stopped. “Twilight, dear?” she asked flatly. “Did you just wink at me?”

Twilight hung her head in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Rarity! I can’t…”

“You can’t...?”

“...I can’t control it.”

Rarity rolled her eyes, resuming her work, this time with the conditioner. “Nopony expects you to be able to control it, dear. It’s an entirely involuntary reaction.”

“I don’t mean that! I mean my imagination...” Twilight trailed off with a whisper.

“Your fantasies, you mean?” Rarity’s ears perked up. “What kind of fantasies?”

“Well, first of all, the thought of all of Equestria knowing that I had sex is really turning me on. I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Well, I can’t say I’ve had any such fantasies myself, but from discussions with other mares at the spa, exhibitionism hardly seems uncommon. What else?”

“Well, you keep brushing against my pussy--

“Twilight!” Rarity gasped. “Language!”

“--and honestly, I just want you to stop teasing me.”

Rarity dropped Twilight’s tail. “I’m sorry, darling, but are you propositioning me?”

“Yes!” Twilight shouted. “I mean, no! I know you’re not into mares, and I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, but…”

“But you wouldn’t complain if I was?” Rarity finished. “Honestly, Twilight, I’m flattered. But you’re absolutely right. I’m not into mares. All that aside, right now, I think in light of your situation it’s better that I let you… erm… ‘finish’ yourself. And then we need to work on a plan for damage control before that newspaper article does any more harm than it’s already done!”

Interlude - Star Tracker

The bed was wet.

Reliquary opened her eyes with a stretch, squirming slightly as the femme-cum-soaked sheets rubbed into her fur.

Wet and cold.

Though she really only wanted to go back to sleep, the cold wetness wasn’t going to let that happen. She threw the bedding off of herself, wincing at the overwhelming smell of her own sex as the trapped fumes exploded outward from the opened sheets. With a clatter, her hooves struck the wooden floor and she assessed the situation.

The clock read a hair past noon - she’d slept in. She’d also masturbated herself to sleep, with the evidence as plain as day; the sheets needed to be washed. More important, she needed to wash herself. And the sheets.

Her stomach growled, loudly complaining about the lack of attention.

She should just get breakfast and worry about the rest after she’d eaten.

She levitated her bedding into the laundry basket and then picked up the basket and started toward the kitchen, dropping the basket in the laundry room as she walked past.

Her thoughts wandered as she walked. Last night had been… strange. Twilight had appeared at the museum out of nowhere, visiting for the first time in several years. Then, as Reliquary had moved to kill the lights in the various exhibits, she’d found…

A blush hit her cheeks as she recalled the Princess’ aggressive lovemaking - to her coworker no less! Star Tracker had always said he loved Princess Twilight, but she never would have believed it was anything but a distant crush! Did they actually share a relationship?

A burning in her loins flared up. Just thinking about it was turning her on! She hadn’t been so horny in years! If only her husband was still…

No. There was no sense in dwelling on things that couldn’t be. She should just… eat breakfast. Then maybe slip in the bath and tease herself a bit.

Reliquary staggered into her kitchen and filled a glass of orange juice, sipping from it as she cooked up some blueberry pancakes. After several minutes, they were a perfect golden brown and she flipped them onto her plate.

Her typical breakfast routine set in as she left her breakfast on the table and went to retrieve the daily newspaper. She would read as she ate, just as she did every morning.

The newspaper floated in front of her as she slowly chewed on the first bite of pancake.

She did a double-take at the front page article. Somepony else had seen the lovers, too? And taken pictures?

A quick glance through the article revealed that a reporter had searched for Star Tracker for an interview but hadn’t found him at his home. Reliquary smiled, glancing at the living room. She’d cleaned up the evidence - no thanks to the neurotic Princess of Friendship - and lugged his nearly lifeless body all the way to her house where she could still hear him snoring away on the couch.

She continued eating her breakfast as she idly studied the pictures. A surprisingly erotic spread of photos for a mainstream paper, but print media was struggling and something like this would definitely be getting eyes back to the pages for a while.

As Reliquary gazed upon the pictures longer, they came to life in her mind’s eye. The sights! The sounds! The smells! The Princess and Star Tracker making love right there in the museum. The fire in her loins came back with a vengeance… and some of the smell was not just imaginary. Her own sex was dripping onto her chair!

Leaving her breakfast half-finished, she threw her chair away from the table and dropped to her hooves, cantering toward the bathroom as fast as she could go. She needed that relaxation session. She threw the bathroom door open and began drawing a hot bath, throwing herself into the tub before the water had even had a chance to rise, and furiously rubbing at her aching slit.

Star Tracker tossed and turned on the uncomfortable and unfamiliar musty couch as a ray of light shone through his eyelids. Turning away from the rogue sunbeam, he pulled the ratty old blanket closer around him. After a few minutes of struggling to get comfortable, it was clear that it was too late: he was awake already, and nothing was going to fix that. With a yawn, he opened his eyes.

The old gray couch he was laying upon was well used; nothing like the furniture in his own home. Two rickety wooden chairs sat on either side of the couch facing toward a large bay window. Wallpaper peeled off of the walls around the window frame and the ceiling sagged slightly near one of the corners. The hardwood floor had several pieces cracked and broken, revealing the underlayment beneath. Star Tracker wasn’t sure where he was. Was this even Canterlot?

He tried to remember the events of the previous night, but it only resulted in a sudden headache. Nothing came to mind, as if a fog descended upon his memory when he tried to think about it. In fact, he couldn’t remember anything past lunch.

Wait, what had he eaten for lunch? His stomach growled as he thought about it. Maybe he should find some food.

He inhaled for a big sigh. A musk invaded his nostrils. His eyes snapped open and his senses went to high alert. It was then that he noticed a familiar stickiness matting his fur down below.

...Another wet dream? That would be the worst possible thing to have in someone else’s house. He let the blanket slide to the floor. As it dropped, the smell of something unfamiliar and exotic hit him. His morning wood throbbed painfully in response - hopefully finding some food would distract him long enough for it to go down.

He wandered into the hallway. There was a kitchen was to his left, and a short hallway extended to the right, with two doors. Probably a bathroom and a bedroom. Whose house was this?

Now that he was moving about, the familiar pressure of a full bladder prompted him to find somewhere to relieve himself. His dick was desperate for two forms of attention now. Surely, whoever’s home this was, they wouldn’t mind if he used their bathroom. Perhaps he could handle both problems at the same time.

The bathroom was well-lit from the noon-day sun pouring in through a high window. Dust motes danced in the beam of light, which shone down right on the low toilet. A sink with a cracked mirror stood to his left and a large tub sat to the right with the bath curtain drawn. Though the rest of the house had seemed shoddy and poorly maintained, it had at least been clean, and the bathroom was no exception. Star Tracker breathed a sigh of relief and closed the door behind him.

But his efforts to urinate were thwarted by the intensity of his erection. The strange and alluring smell from earlier intensified in the closed room, thwarting any attempt to force his dick down. He would have to take care of that, first. Giving up on urination, Star Tracker sat down on the toilet and began slowly stroking his stallionhood with a hoof. It was still sticky from his wet dream, but the smell…

He brought his hoof up to lick at the stickiness. That scent was definitely coming from his crotch, but it wasn’t a smell he was familiar with — but what was it? His nostrils flared out, trying to absorb as much of the smell as possible. A throbbing pulse began in his loins, as if an orgasm was ready to blow already. Without a thought, he began stroking himself furiously, desperately trying to find release.

Reliquary heard hoofsteps just outside the bath curtain, and then the bathroom door clicked shut. She’d been living alone for far too long; her eyes snapped open as she realized she’d left the bathroom door unlocked -- Star Tracker was in her bathroom!

Much like the rest of her abode, the bathroom wasn’t exactly in pristine condition. There was a small tear in the shower curtain - one that sometimes leaked water onto her bathroom floor while she showered. Now, that tear served as a peephole through which she could see Star Tracker standing before her toilet, his rock hard erection swinging beneath him. Her breath hitched and she froze up. He hadn’t noticed her yet, and she didn’t dare reveal her presence now!

His cock flexed several times as she watched him trying in vain to urinate. She looked on in curious fascination as it bobbed up and down with the tightening of his pelvic muscles. An emptiness formed in the pit of her stomach as she stared. If only she could have that cock in herself the way that Princess Twilight had had.

She slowly became aware of a building scent in the air - an aroused stallion… and the unfortunately now-familiar scent of Twilight Sparkle’s heat. That same smell that had been rubbed into her coat all night, leaving her to masturbate long into the wee hours of the morning - was now growing stronger again as the Princess’ lovemaking dried upon his fur permeated the small bathroom with its potent stench.

Breathing deeply, she savored the heady aroma in the air, and her clit winked madly in the warm bathwater, desperately grasping for the cock that was just in front of her.

Then, Star Tracker grunted in frustration, spinning around and seating himself upon the seat of the toilet. Had he decided he had to…

Ew.

It was bad enough she would have to smell it, she didn’t want to see that. She averted her eyes, slowly and silently sinking back into the water. Her sex demanded her attention, but the motion of her hoof would make too much noise. Maybe she could use her magic? Carefully. Subtly.

A light caress of her magic against her clit was enough to send her pleasure into overdrive and all of her muscles tightened up. She snuffed out her magic immediately to stop the rapidly building orgasm - there was no way she could do that without making noise. She lay there, frozen in place, trying not to let herself go and desperately choking back a moan.

Maybe watching him… do the thing she didn’t want to think about would kill her desire? Oh, Celestia, she hoped so - the stress was going to kill her at this rate otherwise.

She cracked an eye open and peered through the hole in the curtain again, but what she was was not what she expected. Star Tracker was leaning stiffly against the back side of the toilet, hoof working his shaft rapidly. She stared, entranced by the flesh of his fuckstick gliding up and down with his hoof’s touch, and wishing she could be there to catch his emission.

His other hoof came down to cup his balls as he tried to coax his seed out. Reliquary salivated at the thought. After several moments, the first sound let loose from his lips; a groan of pleasure.

Reliquary watched as the aura of his magic came down to join his hoof upon his shaft, stroking it softly and ticking at his flare. His hoof stopped, and the magic continued stroking on its own.

“What?” he said aloud.

Reliquary froze at the sound of his voice and the magic around his cock dissipated.

Star Tracker wasn’t a unicorn. She’d just started masturbating him without his consent!

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath.

Star Tracker had heard that. He turned to look at the shower curtain. Reaching out with his hoof, he pulled the curtain aside. Reliquary met his gaze, inhaling the scent upon his hoof as it held the curtain inches from her face. As if compelled by the scent, one of her hooves snaked down to touch her clit.

Sparks flew as her orgasm hit her like a freight train - her entire body convulsed powerfully as she felt her insides clamp down on a non-existent intruder, giving her more of the release she’d been craving all morning and all night. Slipping further under the water, a throaty groan escaped her lips as her body let loose a few last twitching agreements.

“Reliquary?!” he shouted, inches from her face. If she weren’t lost in the throes of orgasm, she might have cringed at the sheer volume of his outburst, but she felt too good and couldn’t even put up a token complaint. “What are you…?” His eyes traced down her body to where her hoof moved frantically between her thighs. “... oh.”

Despite his dark fur, a blush radiated from his cheeks as he processed what was going on. “Was that… an orgasm?” he asked tentatively.

A dopey smile crossed Reliquary’s face. “Mmmhmm.”

“Because of... me?” he asked.

Reliquary only nodded, her entire body limp. It would take a few seconds before she could do anything but be a pool of jello in a warm tub.

“The smell has been driving me insane,” she complained.

“The smell?”

She gestured at his still stiff member. He suddenly became very self-conscious, trying to cover his maleness with his hooves.

“I’m sorry!” he blurted out. “I didn’t mean to!”

“There’s no need to apologize,” Reliquary reassured. “I enjoyed watching, but…” she glanced at where his hooves failed entirely to protect his modesty. “I don’t think Princess Twilight would approve of this.”

Star Tracker stared at her in confusion. “Were you under the impression we’re in a relationship? Because I can assure you, she doesn’t care.”

Reliquary gazed into his eyes, searching him for any sign of deception - and found none. Despite what she’d seen the night before, it seemed he was telling the honest truth. Or he was very good at masking it.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s just that, with how much you talk about loving her, I thought--”

“Wishes and fantasies, Reliquary, that’s all.”

Once again, she found herself searching for any sign of deception, and again she found none. It seemed unlikely that the Princess would have chosen him for a Friendship With Benefits scenario... yet, before last night, it had also seemed equally unlikely that they were in a relationship of any kind.

“I see…” Her attention was drawn back to the intense musk radiating from his crotch. “Then, you wouldn’t mind if I... helped you out?”

Star Tracker swallowed thickly. He’s never been so directly propositioned by a mare before… and he was a virgin! Sure, she was older than he imagined his first would be, but he’d heard that older mares are often more exciting; more skilled. Was this something he really wanted to do?

His throbbing erection called out to him, begging for release. That was all he needed. He nervously pulled his hooves away from his cock, allowing it to proudly present itself under Reliquary’s lustful gaze. Uncertain of what to do, he simply leaned back, allowing her a close-up look at his maleness.

Reliquary wasted no time engulfing his entire shaft into her warm maw, swirling her tongue around his medial ring and teasing at the tip. A small dollop of pre coated her tongue as she went, slickening his entire length as she slathered her tongue upon it.

She could feel that he was nearing his limit - he’s clearly been worked up from the stroking earlier - but that wasn’t enough for her. She needed more. An old spell came to her mind - one she hadn’t used since the death of her husband several years prior - An orgasm denial spell. All she had to do was keep her magical focus on it, and he wouldn’t be able to finish. With a thought, her horn lit up as she went to work.

The warmth and wetness of her mouth was like nothing Star Tracker had ever experienced before. He felt himself held at the edge as Reliquary went to town on his cock. His entire body was tense and begging for release - he was like a boat at the edge of a waterfall that stretched ever higher, with all of nature’s forces pushing him - commanding him - to go over the edge. He felt his entire body tense under her ministrations, frozen at the moment of climax, but unable to actually do so.

Reliquary doubled her pace as she felt him tense up - she knew from experience that he was now nothing more than putty in her hooves, and she could release him at any time. She relished the sense of power and control over him, her clit winking madly and demanding that she be serviced. She would give him his release, but not until she was completely, utterly, and wholly satisfied.

She pulled off of his cock with a light pop and peered up at his strained expression. It was too cute - she couldn’t help but tease him.

“So, am I as good as Princess Twilight?”

Star Tracker whimpered cutely, which she took as an affirmative, before diving back down on his majestic shaft. Bobbing up and down on his cock, he continued to whimper and moan before finally he managed to squeak an answer.

“Uhh… ohh… aah… I--- dooon’t … know,” he gasped. Reliquary paused and rolled her eyes up to peer at his face. Given a merciful moment to compose himself despite the pleasure, he gasped out the rest of his thought. “She’s never... “ *groan* “sucked me off before.”

What.

Reliquary froze as the words snaked their way through her cognitive functions, but almost immediately she felt his flare expand in her throat and she knew she’d made a mistake. She’d lost focus on her spell. Instantly his cock throbbed and pulsed with his release, firing load after load of fresh spunk straight down her throat. Reliquary started swallowing desperately, his now-flared tip making it impossible to pull off of him.

The undulating muscles of her throat only urged his orgasm further and Reliquary’s eyes began to water as she desperately swallowed the endless baby batter, and trying to get air around the titanic cock in her throat. Dizziness set in and her vision began fading as she gulped over and over again. His orgasm had subsided, the flare shrinking down and she ripped her head away from his cock, gasping for fresh oxygen. The dizziness caused her to topple backward into the tub, slamming the back of her head against the edge, and everything went black.

When she came to, she was in her own bed. Her head throbbed painfully as she stirred. The uncomfortable, cold sensation of an ice pack nipped at the back of her neck as she moved.

Star Tracker hadn’t remembered his blowjob from Princess Twilight? There was no mistaking what she saw last night, though. She’d never even lost sight of him before she was lugging his nearly-corpse-like body to her home in the wee hours of night, so it had most definitely been him. And there was no way it was anypony but Princess Twilight.

The memory of the night before replayed in her mind vividly. Star Tracker had mumbled something to Princess Twilight that Reliquary didn’t hear and then he almost immediately passed out. The Princess had gotten irritated - either at what he said, or at his falling asleep right after sex, and then … she had cast something before teleporting away.

The spell. The Princess had cast a spell on him! A memory spell?

If she was right, this was bad. She needed to find Star Tracker!

She sat up.

...But Star Tracker was sitting in a chair nearby - one that he had clearly taken from the kitchen. The newspaper was spread open in his lap. He stared at it with a glassy-eyed expression. A bottle of wine - mostly empty - sat next to him on her dresser.

That bottle had been full yesterday. Why would he have…

...had she made a mistake? Did he regret what they did, and only here because he felt bad for what happened? Would he leave the moment he realized she was awake?

His head swung listlessly up to meet her, his eyes barely focused. “Yooooour allll kay…” he murmured.

Yep. He’s sloshed, Reliquary thought to herself. This is very bad.

His head flopped back to the newspaper, and Reliquary saw tears forming in his eyes. “Allkaaaaaay…” he murmured.

Reliquary levitated the wine glass away from him, polishing off what little remained in it before sliding out of the bed. Clearly, they needed to talk about what just happened. She trotted up to take the newspaper from his lap, but hesitated as she noticed the picture in the spread.

Oh. Right. The photo. Of Princess Twilight. Impaled upon Star Tracker.

This was beyond bad.

She levitated the newspaper away from Star Tracker. He looked up at her, and she could tell that he had been struggling with his tears. “Yooou knew,” he accused - with surprising coherence for his apparently inebriated state. “Allllll along.”

Reliquary hesitated, sitting down on her haunches before nodding. “I saw it,” she whispered softly. “Most of it, anyway.”

“I don’t… ‘member…” he mumbled.

“She wiped your memory,” Reliquary mumbled.

He looked back down at the floor. “Why?”

Reliquary struggled to come up with something to say, but she her mind struggled to focus. She could still taste his seed from when he’d been pulled from her throat, probing the back of her thoughts and reminding her that she hadn’t been satisfied yet. She forced that thought away - now was hardly the time.

“My first-,” Star Tracker continued, his head dropping to stare at the floor. “... first time. Don’t remember.”

Reliquary smiled a fake smile. She knew it was fake - it felt fake and foreign upon her face. But it was what she felt he needed right now. “It’s alright, Star,” she reassured him, lifting his chin to face her again. “I think she…”

She paused. What could she say that wouldn’t complicate things?

“You think she...?” Star Tracker’s voice was strained and hoarse.

“She chose you,” Reliquary replied, hoping it was the right words. He only stared at her - or perhaps through her. “I don’t know what is going on with you two,” she continued, “but, whatever reason she did what she did… she chose you.”

“...Why?”

Reliquary hadn’t thought that far ahead, but she knew one thing. “Because she was in heat. I know you stallions don’t really understand estrus all that well, but she needed a stallion. She had it worse than any mare I’ve seen in my entire life.”

Star Tracker shook his head. “But I barely even know her! Why would she have come to me?”

Reliquary thought back to Twilight’s sudden appearance from the fillies’ room - flustered, nervous, and trying to get her mind off of something. Was it just her heat, or something else? It seemed too extreme for just that...

“I don’t have all the answers, Star,” she confessed. “I’m sorry.”

Star Tracker slumped back in the chair, pondering Reliquary’s words. Despite his raging emotions, just thinking about rutting the Princess stirred his loins and he felt himself growing harder. He felt angry at himself for that. Angry that what should have been one of the best experiences of his life had been robbed from him. Angry that he couldn’t remember while now seemingly all of Canterlot and beyond knew about it.

But that anger conflicted with a strange sense of pride. Twilight was literally the mare of his dreams, and she’d claimed his virginity. As Reliquary had pointed out, the Princess had chosen him for her activity - whatever her reasons, he was her target. Out of all of the ponies she could have picked, it was him.

But why? Why did she pick him, and why couldn’t he remember? Was he truly angry at her, or was he just angry at himself? He couldn’t be sure.

“Are you going to be okay?” His thoughts were interrupted by Reliquary.

“It’s just so confusing,” Star Tracker confessed. “I don’t know how to feel. It seems like now every pony in Canterlot knows about an amazing sexual adventure I had. Every pony except me. If I hadn’t read it in the paper, I wouldn’t even know. ”

Reliquary nodded. “I imagine it’s the talk of the town right now. It’s okay, I don’t mind if you lay low here for a bit.”

Star Tracker had tried to piece everything together in a way that made sense. But date rape? Or something similar to it anyway. That made as little sense as the rest of it, no matter how he tried. Why would Twilight have gone that far? It’s not like he would have objected if she’d asked.

A sudden thought came to his mind. “If I had sex, but I don’t remember it, am I still a virgin?”

Reliquary frowned, her eyes darting back and forth between Star Tracker’s face and his half-stiffened member. “If you really can’t remember anything about the experience, I would say you are. Is it that important to you?”

Star Tracker remained silent for some time. “It probably shouldn’t be, but... I’m 25 years old; I feel like sex is something I should have experienced by now. The blowjob you just gave me is the only sexual experience I’ve ever had. I never had the courage to approach most of the mares I’m attracted to, and it seems like I screw up any time I actually can muster it up.” He closed his eyes and leaned his head back in thought.

“Ever since that stupid Zeppelin trip. I got a little excited about the Princess being so close on that trip, and I didn’t know how to handle my stupid teenaged self. She blew up at me, and I’ve been really self-conscious about every interaction with mares ever since.” He dropped his fork against his plate with a clatter. “And now I can’t even remember the one time I apparently didn’t screw up, and with her, of all ponies!”

The sound of hoofsteps led him to open his eyes. Reliquary was now standing right next to him. “Star, let me be honest with you,” Reliquary whispered. “Seeing you with the Princess last night left me so horny that I tucked you into the couch and then I went into my room and masturbated for hours. I haven’t felt the touch of a stallion since my husband died, and it has taken a toll on me. I wasn’t giving you a blowjob for your own sake - It is heat season. I wanted you to plow my field and sow your seeds.”

Star Tracker gulped nervously. “Um…” he replied, unable to respond in any coherent fashion.

"I won’t force it on you. I’m not the Princess,” she continued, glancing down at his stiffening cock. “But if you want to have an experience that you can remember, I have absolutely no problem with giving you one. Just let me know.”

Delight of the Moon

Author's Note

Caution: This chapter is not particularly detailed or graphic, but it does contain violence in a sexual context. Reader discretion is advised.

Delight of the Moon

“The crowd outside is getting a bit restless,” Rainbow Dash observed dryly. “If they weren’t so busy fighting amongst themselves, they could probably push right past Yona.”

Rainbow Dash was perched on one of the rafters of the Friendship Castle’s throne room, keeping an eye on the uproar outside. Down below her, Applejack, Twilight, and a very pregnant Fluttershy sat at their respective thrones around the Cutie Map.

“I never knew I had so many crazed fans,” Twilight muttered to herself. “Not sure why they care so much that I have sex.”

“I could have warned you,” Fluttershy replied. “Some fans are just the worst ponies. They act like they own your body, and freak out at the implication of bodily autonomy. They will only be happy if they are the ones who get to do you.”

“What are you talkin’ about, Sugarcube?” Applejack wondered.

“She did have that short-lived modelling career a while back,” Rainbow Dash reminded her. “I’m not surprised she’s had to deal with over-zealous admirers. Not gonna lie, she was pretty sexy!”

“She still is,” Twilight snapped. “I’d say she’s even prettier than she was back then,” she added, blushing.

Fluttershy tried to hide behind her own mane, but with little success. Her own friends were masters at embarrassing her. “It’s okay,” she squeaked. “Angel is a wonderful friend. He and the other animals have always helped deter the creepers from getting to close. And if my animals don’t work, I always have Discord to set them straight.”

“As long as he doesn’t set Rainbow straight, I don’t care what he does,” Applejack joked.

“Not helping, Applejack,” Twilight chastised. “Can we please try and focus on the topic at hoof?”

“Whoa, heads-up!” Rainbow Dash called down. “Princess Cadance coming in hot! Like always.”

“And must you comment on the appearance of every mare you see?” Applejack complained.

“I wasn’t talking about her looks, cowgirl. Besides, you know you’re the only mare I love, Applejack. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to window-shop.” She tapped the window for emphasis. “Though, now that you mention it, she does have really nice tits.”

“Uh-huh,” Applejack grunted.

“Loyalty, remember?” Rainbow dropped down from the rafters and kissed Applejack on the cheek. “There’s not a mare in existence you can trust more than me,” she whispered before flying back to her perch.

Applejack heaved a sigh. “That doesn’t…” she began, before stopping herself. “Oh, horseapples. I should know better than to argue with a hard-headed bird-brain like her,” she muttered under her breath.

“You married her,” Twilight whispered back. “No one to blame but yourself.”

The doors to the throne room slammed open as Cadance made her entrance. Her mane and tail were completely askew from her flight and even her feathers were in disarray. Cadance had clearly rushed to get to Ponyville as quickly as she could. And even Flurry Heart was clinging desperately to her neck, eyes wide. “Twilight!” Cadance shouted.

“Auntie!” the small filly burbled, her head turning to lock onto Twilight. The filly flapped her wings a few times, flitting over to Twilight. Despite over a decade passing, Flurry had only aged a little over two years in the intervening time, both physically and mentally. It had thrown a lot of the medical community into a tizzy trying to understand it, as it matched neither normal pony development, nor the expected alicorn development models proposed when she was born.

Twilight smiled at her niece. “Flurry Heart! Nice to see you!”

“Auntie!” the filly repeated. She dropped to the floor and hugged Twilight’s foreleg.

“Twilight, we need to talk,” Cadance said, drawing Twilight’s attention away from the baby. “You’re causing problems.”

“I’m well aware of the problems I’ve caused, Cadance,” Twilight muttered, sinking into her throne. “Celestia’s already sent me a strongly worded letter. I don’t need you to mother me, too.”

Cadance tilted her head in confusion. “What? Celestia sent you...? No, I mean problems in the Crystal Empire.”

“The Crystal Empire?” Twilight repeated, confused. “How did I cause problems there? Wasn’t the entire point of Protocol White to avoid that?”

“It’s complicated,” Cadence replied, frowning. “Every single mare you interacted with has been hopelessly excitable - they have all entered estrus early this year. Your heat seems to be affecting mares in some way. The Crystal Empire is much further north than the rest of Equestria, and we don’t get a lot of sunlight up there, so heat tends to come late, not early! Though those with husbands are not complaining, the ones who are single are having a rough time of it.”

“That’s silly,” Twilight argued. “Starlight hasn’t been affected, and she was…” Twilight stopped just short of blowing her own cover on her role with Sugar Belle and Big Mac. “Well, all of my friends seem to be just fine, anyway.”

Cadance shrugged. “It may be only a matter of time.”

“Maybe the masking spell she’s using is why we’re not affected,” Fluttershy wondered aloud.

Twilight shook her head. “No, Fluttershy. The spell only masks the scent. It dampens the effect of the pheromones when there isn’t an olfactory part to the equation, but it would still affect you. I mean, you, specifically, should be immune to the effects due to the baby, but...”

Everypony shifted uncomfortably at the mention of Fluttershy’s pregnancy. It was an unspoken rule that you were not supposed to bring attention to the unusual nature of her gestation. Neither she, nor the unborn child, seemed to be in distress about it, and the doctors said the baby seemed perfectly healthy, but Fluttershy had been in a stuck in an apparent late stage pregnancy for three years.

Applejack coughed, breaking the awkward silence. “What about me and Rainbow Dash?”

“Obviously we’re immune because we’re lesbians,” Rainbow Dash sang mockingly.

“But I’m bi...” Applejack began to protest, but immediately corrected herself. “Consarnit, RD, we still have heats,” she reprimanded.

Rainbow Dash cackled madly, her laughter echoing around the chamber.

“‘T’a’int funny, Rainbow!”

Cadance rolled her eyes as the two mares began bickering and turned her back on them. “So, what trouble did Celestia write you about?” she inquired.

Twilight rubbed the hoofrest of her throne idly. “I… may have forced a stallion to mate with me.”

“Forced?!” Cadance shouted, horrified. “Twilight, that’s rape!”

“He agreed to it!” Twilight countered. “It wasn’t really forced forced. He just… doesn’t remember any of it.”

Cadance tilted her head in confusion. “What?”

“I wiped his memory afterward,” Twilight confessed.

Applejack whirled about, stopping her argument with Rainbow Dash mid-sentence. “Now, wait just an Applebuckin’ minute!” she demanded. “You never told us any ‘o that!”

Twilight slumped back into her chair. “It was a mistake,” she cried. “He said he loved me! I didn’t know what else to do!”

Applejack stomped her hoof, the thunderous stroke of her hoof against the crystal echoing around the throne room. “Now, it ain’t my job to tell ya who you can buck, Twilight. That’s between you ‘n them. But you can’t just wipe a pony’s memories all willy-nilly. Poor fella must be in a world of confusion right about now.”

“Applejack,” Fluttershy spoke softly, “you don’t need to make her feel worse.”

Twilight shook her head. “No, Fluttershy. Applejack is right. I panicked and did something foalish without considering how another pony would feel about it. I would reverse the spell if I could, but...”

“Reversing the spell would require finding him,” Cadance concluded. “Do you know where he is?”

“No,” Twilight groused. “I can’t even look for him. If I so much as step a foot outside, I wind up with dozens upon dozens of journalists all wanting to know everything about our relationship.”

“The newspaper!” Fluttershy exclaimed, horrified. “He probably already knows! Oh, he must have found out in the worst possible way!”

Twilight cringed in her seat. She honestly hadn’t even considered how Star Tracker would feel about the circumstances - not that she had given it too much thought. At the time, she wasn’t expecting he would ever actually find out. Unfortunately, Fluttershy was right - there was no way he hadn’t found out by now. “Ohhhh,” she groaned, resting her head in her hooves.

“Cain’t you just tell off the news reporters?” Applejack demanded. “How can you just brush this off because it’s inconvenient?“

“I’ve caused enough damage right now, Applejack,” Twilight muttered into her foreleg. She looked up and met Applejack’s glare. “I will go apologize to him once this all blows over, I promise. But right now I need to find a way to get my urges under control before I cause an even bigger scene.”

“You done made a mistake, Twilight, and ya need to make it right.” Applejack fumed. “Go see the poor colt! Who cares about some high falutin’ newsponies! Let them have their news; answer some questions and then ignore ‘em. They already got the juicy bits anyway. You’re just stalling. Equestria ain’t under attack, Celestia ain’t called for ya, and the Cutie Map ain’t ringin’ yer flank, so why wait?”

Twilight Sparkle stared at the Cutie Map that sat in the middle of the six thrones. The wondrous device had often been used to find and resolve friendship problems all throughout Equestria. Which meant that - somehow - this device could see ponies all across Equestria, and could sense their emotions.

The spark of an idea came to her mind.

“Applejack, you’re a genius!”

Applejack stepped back in confusion. “Uh, say what, now?”

“The Cutie Map can find him! I’ll be able to search all across Equestria!”

“Isn’t he in Canterlot?” Fluttershy inquired. “Couldn’t you just look up his residence?”

“Not Star Tracker!” Twilight shouted, giddy with anticipation. “The stallion that would be best to solve my problem! My perfect stallion!”

“Uh, perhaps you should talk to my sister about finding the perfect stallion, sugarcube,” Applejack said. “And you can ask Big Macintosh - or, for that matter, any other pony in town - how that ended.”

Twilight shook her head. “I already tried Big Macintosh.”

“Say what, now?” Applejack blurted, eyes widening in confusion.

“Big Macintosh can’t get me pregnant.”

“Say what, now?!” Applejack repeated, louder. “You slept with my brother?! Did you wipe his memory, too?!”

“No, I only…” Twilight trailed off, realizing to whom - and what - she was about to confess to. Applejack’s wide eyes burned with a righteous fury, just waiting for Twilight to say one more wrong word. Twilight swallowed thickly and chose her next words very carefully. “What I mean, Applejack, is that I have tested Big Macintosh’s magical prowess before, and his magic wouldn’t be strong enough to get the job done even if I tried.”

Applejack squinted at Twilight. “I know a lie when I hear one, Twi. Somethin’ fishy’s going on here, and you ain’t telling me the whole truth. Ah’ll get to the bottom of this.” She turned on her hooves and started toward the door. “C’mon, Rainbow Dash. We’re gonna go pay my big brother a visit.”

Everypony in the throne room fell silent as Applejack’s hoofsteps clattered across the room, the farm pony muttering about ‘magical testing’ and ‘ethics’, disappearing out the door.

Rainbow Dash dropped down from the rafters. “I’ll just go… make sure she doesn’t do anything foalish,” she explained, slipping out the door behind her wife.

“YAK SMASH!” Yona could be heard yelling just before the door slammed closed, echoing throughout the chamber.

“Boom!” Flurry Heart shouted happily in response to the loud sound.

An uncomfortable silence followed.

“That was awkward,” Fluttershy concluded, putting voice to the thoughts everypony was sharing. “I think I’m going to go ahead and use the fillies’ room.” She patted her stomach with a smile. “As much as I love him, I think he’s trying to hug my bladder.”

“I completely understand,” Cadance giggled.

“Flushay!” Flurry chirped. “Stinky?”

Fluttershy smiled down at the little filly. “Do you need a new diaper, Flurry?”

“Uh-huh!”

Fluttershy turned to Cadance. “I’ll take care of her for a bit,” Fluttershy said, taking the diaper bag that floated over to her. “It sounds like the two of you need to talk. Holler if you need me.”

“Thank you, Fluttershy,” Cadance and Twilight said in unison.

As Fluttershy left the room, Cadance turned to Twilight. “So, what are you going to do?”

“It seems I’m having a negative effect of everypony around me, so… I think I’m going to find a stallion.” Twilight perked back up. “Applejack was right about one thing: The Cutie Map isn’t calling me. But if I can get it to call somepony else…”

Cadance stared at Twilight with concern. “Are you sure modifying the map for your own use is safe?” she asked. “What if there’s a friendship problem that it can’t warn about because you messed with it?”

“I’m having a friendship problem, Cadance!” Twilight whined. “A friendship with benefits problem! Surely, of all ponies, you would understand that? Or do I need to have a talk about you and Shining?”

Cadance flinched at that. “Alright,” she sighed. “What can I do to help?”

“Your magic can tell if two ponies are compatible with each other, right?”

Cadance nodded.

“Alright, let me just…” Twilight concentrated on the map, willing her essence into it. She felt her magical energies open up, flowing freely between herself and the cutie map. Ribbons of light flashed between her and the location of the Friendship Castle on the map.

“...there. Now, if my theory is right, you just cast your spell on me and try to test my compatibility against the map itself. Then, the spell should radiate through the Cutie Map and search all through Equestria!”

“If you say so,” Cadance murmured, concentrating on Twilight. A swirling beam of sky blue energy released from her horn, shooting toward Twilight. The ribbons of blue split and formed a shell around Twilight briefly before coalescing around her horn and joining the energies Twilight’s horn was channelling into the map. Twilight felt the familiar sensation of the magical map calling her as her flank radiated warmth.

“Did it work?!” she shouted excitedly, cutting off her spell.

The two mares stared at the map. Two cutie marks hovered over Ponyville on the map. One, a barbell. The other, three slices of carrot cake. The spell had worked!

“Bulk Biceps and Mr. Cake?” Cadance said, somewhat awed that the experiment had worked. “That’s perfect! They’re right down the street!”

Twilight frowned. “Carrot Cake is already married!”

“My magic doesn’t understand legal and social constructs, Twilight. Were the two of you to date, my magic says there is potential chemistry there - that is all.”

“But Bulk Biceps?!”

“I’m sorry, Twilight. I cannot explain what chemistry the magic sees.”

Twilight sighed, defeated. “Either way, we only found two ponies. And they’re both less than a block away. I expected it to search a lot further than that. I guess it takes more magic than I thought to power a search so big. If there was a spell that would let me tap into the Cutie Map’s innate magic, I could probably do it. Without that spell, I don’t think we will ever have the range to reach beyond Ponyville, much less all of Equestria.”

“Such a spell does exist,” Cadance replied. “It is how Sombra corrupted the Crystal Heart when he captured it. It is forbidden magic, though, and I am not familiar with how to cast it myself. I’m not sure where one could learn such things, either.”

Twilight frowned at the map. Having a personality-compatible stallion to sleep with throughout her estrus would be ideal, but compatibility of personality wasn’t enough. She shuddered at the thought of trying to flirt with Bulk Biceps; even the perfect stallion was pointless when Twilight was so terrible with relationships. The most personable stallion in the world wouldn’t be able to do the job if they didn’t like each other after the first couple of weeks passed

But maybe that wasn’t necessary - if she got pregnant right away, a one night stand could do the trick, too, couldn’t it? Of course, then she needed somepony with enough magical prowess to solve her heat problem more permanently. That way, if she screwed up the relationship part of things, she’d at least have another decade or so to find the right stallion. Luna seemed to at least have done something to find powerful ponies in the past. Maybe she knew a trick or two?

Then again, If she followed through with that, it would mean getting pregnant. Pregnancy was a pretty big deal. But so was losing control and molesting other ponies against their will! Neither was a truly ideal scenario.

“Augh!” Twilight yelled in frustration. If Cadance noticed, she didn’t seem to respond..

Twilight’s thoughts wandered over to Flurry Heart. Though she was almost a teenager by age, her body still hadn’t matured past that of a typical infant. Cadance hadn’t even yet managed to wean her, breastfeeding for the last decade - an unpleasant thought at best. Cadance and Shining had discussed adopting a second foal that would mature more quickly… for Shining Armor’s sake.

And even if they didn’t adopt, it’s not like Twilight hadn’t already raised one baby. And she would have more than enough time to decide what to do with the foal after she got pregnant.

“I might have an idea,” Twilight finally said. “And maybe Luna can help narrow our search, too.”

The realization that she had just made a decision to intentionally get pregnant by an unknown stallion struck her like a freight train, and she smiled. A younger version of herself would never have understood.

The cool night air blew through Twilight’s mane as she glided over the walls of Canterlot. Luna’s big, beautiful full moon hung low on the horizon, its light reflecting off of the various pools and fountains of the high class neighborhoods of Equestria’s capital. The light of the moon made Twilight more visible than she wanted to be, but the late hour meant most ponies would be sound asleep.

It did not take long for her to touch down on the balcony of the Moonspire - the tower dedicated to the Moon. The balcony wrapped all the way around the tower, allowing an observer to view the sky from whichever direction she pleased, and there were no walls separating the balcony from the rest of the tower. Instead, the capstone of the tower was supported by several dozen stone pillars that circled the edge. The lack of outer walls allowed the cool night breeze to pass through unimpeded.

In the center was a round, walled section with openings on four sides, shielded from the wind by a magical charm. Within was a modest office that Luna had claimed for her personal use, and the top of a spiral staircase that led down into the tower proper. The office itself was furnished with several large, fluffy cushions, a desk, and a tall chair for Luna to sit in, as well as numerous expensive pieces of night-themed artwork.

Twilight was not alone on the balcony; Luna stood across on the other side of the tower. She gave no indication that she had even noticed Twilight’s arrival, her gaze fixed upon the heavens. As Twilight crossed the tower toward Luna, she couldn’t help but notice how the deep, ethereal blues of Luna’s mane and tail blended into the night sky, the tiny flecks of light in her fine strands of hair twinkling just like the stars beyond them.

“Do you ever stop and look at the stars, Twilight?” Luna asked as Twilight approached, shattering her belief that she had gone unseen.

“I’ve been known to indulge in my telescope from time to time,” Twilight replied, trotting up to Luna and looking up in the direction Luna’s gaze was fixed. The black canvas of night - broken only by the full moon and the pinpricks of the stars shining down upon them - was the same beautiful tapestry Twilight had always gazed upon. A tapestry of Luna’s own design.

Luna said nothing in reply, and the two princesses stared up at the sky in silence for a while.

“Gemini,” Luna finally said, raising a hoof to point at the stars. “Libra. Orion. Aquarius.” Her hoof shifted as she pointed at various places in the sky. “Do you ever wonder what they are?”

Twilight tilted her head, picking out each of the constellations Luna had mentioned in turn. “They’re the constellations - the only stars in the sky that you leave in place from one night to the next.”

Luna nodded. “As academic as ever,” she replied. “They are the only unchanging part of my night sky. But have you ever considered what they mean?”

Twilight pondered on that for a few moments, but couldn’t come up with anything. “I didn’t think they had any special meaning,” she confessed. “I thought you kept them there to help guide sailors at sea and pegasi above the clouds.”

“Though that is certainly a benefit, it is not the reason I keep them in place.”

A moment of silence followed. Twilight was about to ask why, but instead Luna let out a heavy sigh.

“It is to be expected, I suppose. There was a time when all of Equestria knew of my grief.” Luna finally turned her gaze away from the sky, looking Twilight in the eye. “Each of the constellations represents one of my children who has passed on from this world. The tears I have shed for my cherished ones, immortalized in my night sky.” She shook her head sadly. “Whenever I miss them, I find myself spending hours gazing upon the stars.”

Twilight hung her head. “I’m sorry. I never knew.”

“Do not worry,” Luna replied. “It is a burden that is mine to bear, yet also a pain long dulled by the passage of time. I do miss them, but I no longer mourn for them.”

“I see,” Twilight said quietly. “But Celestia told me you had hundreds of children. While there are several dozen constellations, that is a far cry from the hundreds Celestia described.”

Luna smiled warmly. “That much is true. My constellations number ninety-two. My children number four hundred and seventy four. I tried to love each and every one of them the same, but it’s hard not to have favorites amongst such a rabble.” She chuckled softly to herself. “There were some bad apples in the bunch, too. You know the type - the kind only a mother could love. And they love me in return.”

She returned her gaze to the sky. “On calm, clear nights, I can still hear them speak. They want for me to be happy,” she said solemnly.

“...The stars speak to you?” Twilight replied, bewildered.

Luna nodded. “The very spirits of my children live on in the stars,” she explained. “And they do still maintain some semblance of their will. It was them who brought me out of exile, releasing me back to Equestria.”

“The stars will aid in her escape,” Twilight recited with dawning realization. “I didn’t realize the prophecy was so literal.”

“I am not even sure how such a prophecy came to be,” Luna confessed. “I have never known anypony to be so clairvoyant. And yet, much of the prophecy came to fruition. And I have you and your friends to thank for the rest.”

Twilight pondered the implications of what she had just learned for several minutes, gazing upon the stars alongside Luna. Eventually, Luna turned away and slowly walked back toward her office.

“Do you come out and stare at the stars every night?” Twilight wondered aloud, following Luna into the office.

“I find myself gazing upon the stars more often when sky is prepared for more.”

“Prepared for more?” Twilight cocked her head to the side, confused.

“More stars. More constellations,” Luna clarified. “More children. Like you, Twilight.”

“But you’re not my mom,” Twilight objected. “N-n-not that I think you wouldn’t have been a great one, but-”

Luna placed a hoof on Twilight’s lips with a giggle. “I am prepared.”

Realization flashed across Twilight’s face. “You mean you are in heat?”

“Yes. And I desire to be a mother again.” Luna sat down at her office chair.

Twilight dropped onto one of Luna’s large cushions. “I can understand the physical desire,” she quietly agreed. “But how does one go about finding the right stallion?”

“I have never concerned myself with finding the right stallion before,” Luna replied, waving her hoof. “Relationships were never my strong suit. Celestia spoke with you about my children, but did Celestia tell you how they were sired?”

“She said you had a celebration during your first heat, and that you do not know who the father of Little Dipper was. She did not say much else.”

“Celebration is not really the word that I would use,” Luna countered. “But no, I never did learn the identity of her father. It is unlikely he even lived through the events of that night.”

Twilight’s eyes went wide. “Didn’t live through the night?! What did you do to him?!”

“Nothing. In fact, I was so confused as to what was going on, I barely moved for several hours.”

“Then, what happened?”

“It was my first heat. Thanks to Celestia, I knew what estrus was like for her, and I knew it was far worse than any ordinary mare - but at the time we did not know if I would ever go into heat, and even if I did, we did not know if it would be anything like hers. We didn’t have a clue.

“We were in the middle of a formal ceremony, though the reason for the ceremony was entirely forgotten in the wake of what happened that night. What is important was the later discovery that somepony had spiked the drinks with an aphrodisiac to inspire an orgy. It is believed to have suddenly accelerated my naturally blossoming estrus. And with the drug in my system, the symptoms came on very quickly indeed.

“I didn’t even know what was going on. I was feeling a little ill, and some cramping that I thought was related to that, when suddenly I started feeling an insatiable itch near my tail. Celestia was in the middle of a speech and had everypony’s attention, so I tried rubbing against a table discreetly, hoping nopony would notice my unladylike behavior.

“Getting that itch scratched even for a moment was heavenly, and I began grinding harder against the table. Eventually, I got so into it that the entire table toppled over, and several large desserts went crashing to the floor. The entire party turned to face me, my sister included.

“I heard one of the bakers rush over, shouting angrily at me for ruining his masterpiece. I wasn’t even facing him, too embarrassed by the sea of ponies staring at me. Urges that I didn’t understand had been awakened, and my tail flagged involuntarily. The baker stopped short in his ranting as he caught up to me, and suddenly I felt his muzzle under my tail. A lick caressed my virgin sex.

“My forelegs gave out at the sudden stimulation, and moments later, he had reared up and climbed on my back. His stallionhood missed its mark, and before he even had a second chance to thrust, a different unicorn stallion had gored the unfortunate baker with his horn.

“The baker’s blood sprayed from the wound, coating everypony nearby. The room descended into chaos, fueled further by the aphrodisiac coursing through everypony’s veins. In the ensuing melee, many stallions became overwhelmed by my scent, attempting to breed me even as they fought. I did not know why they fought - if it was jealousy, to defend me, to impress me, or in some attempt to show dominance.

“But it was frightening. Terrifying. Exhilarating. I cannot describe in words how much it made me feel desired. It was no secret that nearly every stallion in Equestria wanted Celestia - lusted after her. I had always played second fiddle to her in every aspect of my life, and though I had some admirers, I had never felt wanted. But in that moment, ponies wanted me. And they wanted me so badly they were willing to die for it.

“While I was nearly catatonic with the intense feelings and desires, driven mad with lust, I presented to any stallion who approached. Stallions mounted me over and over again, plundering my treasure. My tailhole was no stranger to the intrusions, either, and a daring few even went so far as to risk their stallionhood in my mouth during the battle. I took pleasure in all of it.

“And with every thrust, with every injury, I only wanted more. I lost track of how many stallions tried to plant their seed in me that night. Most did not finish before being cast aside by others. Few of those who succeeded even survived the bloodshed, and most of the survivors suffered grave injury to stake their claim.

The distant look in Luna’s eyes faded as she looked back at Twilight’s horrified stare. “For Equestria, it was one of the bloodiest days of our history. But for me, it was the hottest day of my life, and I look back upon it with both disdain and longing in equal measure.”

“But-” Twilight squeaked. “But that’s-”

Luna shook her head. “I am not proud that I delighted in the bloodshed, Twilight. But the unfortunate truth is that we are shaped by our experiences...”

Twilight continued to stare at Luna in horror.

“Still, it is not the same for me as it once was,” Luna conceded. ”A thousand years on the moon - nearly one hundred heats with no stallion in existence to save me from my own biological clock. It takes a toll on you.”

She sat back in her chair, staring up at the giant crescent moon painted on the ceiling.

“The urges for what used to exhilarate and excite… the urges are not just for a stallion to satisfy me. It is that urge, that carnal desire for bloodshed. Blood shed in my honor, for my benefit and my claim.” Luna’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Now? Now it frightens me, Twilight.”

Twilight tilted her head, surprised at the sudden shift. “Why?”

“After my first heat, I knew what I craved. Like most mares, I get horny outside of my heat cycle as well - especially back then, when my hormones ran high and hot. But I knew that what I truly craved would harm others. I knew I needed a stallion who had fought and bled for me. So I made a plan. A grand tournament.”

“It was the only way Celestia would agree to it. By arranging it as a formal tournament instead of an impromptu melee, at least no ponies would come to harm without consent. Any stallion who thought he had a chance was allowed to participate. And with my womb as the prize, there was no lack of participants.

“The battles were chaotic. For the first several centuries, there wasn’t any real structure to them. I would chain myself down in the center of the Great Colosseum by my own free will, waiting for them to descend upon me and claim me as theirs. And they fought around me, over me, above me. The battles would be halted once too few ponies remained standing, and those that remained would become the Night Congress.”

“Wait,” Twilight interrupted. “Night Congress? They were granted political status?”

Luna chuckled. “Congress used to have a different meaning, Twilight. It was that old meaning that was important. The Night Congress only grew into a political entity as they began petitioning me for my favor. In fact, that is the only way Congress came to be a political concept at all. The original Night Congress would serve as my own harem; and they would continue to battle one another for the privilege to sate my lusts between heats.”

“But the intensity of my heats were too much for the Night Congress alone to handle. Whenever the heat came, I would raise a Blue Moon, signalling the beginning of yet another grand tournament, and the cycle would continue. Often, the current Night Congress would lose early in the tournament, as the passing of a decade’s time left them weaker than the fresh blood who had trained for that moment, but some persisted through the years. One particularly persistent Earth pony, Long Spear - a fitting name, I might add - remained in my Night Congress for seventy-six years until his death, which was unusual also because so few Earth ponies ever earned my Congressional honor. He was one of four.

“Of course, I was used and abused by thousands of ponies in the colosseum over the years, and accidental fatalities were commonplace. The tournament gained more structure as Celestia clamped down more and more on what she saw as unnecessary violence. And after the nobles of the court passed that ridiculous law, it became necessary for genetic testing to determine which stallion had given me a child so I would be wedded to him.

“I agreed to marry each of them on the condition that they understood I was not to be sexually monogamous with them, which technically satisfied that rule of law. They were also aware that the marriage would be considered void if they did not ‘win’ the next tournament. And so, just as Celestia was responsible for the institution of marriage, so did I create the institution of divorce.

“That is my legacy, and the legacy of my children. And I desire for more. I can feel the urges overwhelming me even now, begging me to raise the Blue Moon again. But it is a call that would go unanswered. Today’s Equestria does not know the importance of the Blue Moon, nor the call to arms that it represents.”

Luna fixed her gaze upon Twilight. “The problem of finding a suitable mate was never one I had to struggle with before. It was decided for me, by a process of elimination that was left to fate. The powerful would naturally be victorious over the weak, and thus my mates never struggled to overcome my magical resistance.”

Twilight gulped. Luna was proving to be a less useful - and far more disturbing - source of information than she had originally hoped.

“Still,” Luna continued. “An estimate based on performance results suggested that approximately five percent of stallions were at least capable of inseminating me.” Luna’s horn lit up, and Twilight felt a strange energy pass through her. Twilight shivered as an image of Luna was momentarily burned into her mind.

“Curious,” Luna said, finishing the strange spell. “It would appear that your latent magic reserve is stronger than my own. I cannot be certain if that is because I have just expended some recreating the night sky, but... Perhaps 5% is too optimistic.”

Twilight perked up. “Wait, you can measure latent magic?” Another spark of inspiration shoved all of Luna’s tragic story to the side, taking center stage in her mind’s eye.

“Not, strictly speaking, no,” Luna replied. “It is a thaumic field comparator; it doesn’t give measurements in absolute terms, but it can tell you which pony has a larger reservoir to draw from, and while there is a strong correlation, it doesn’t translate directly to magical aptitude. Some ponies never learn how to properly tap into it. Others use it very efficiently and can achieve great things despite having a smaller reserve to tap into.”

“But that is the same reservoir that infuses our sperm and eggs!” Twilight yelled, excitedly. “Can you teach me that spell? Oh, you have no idea how useful this will be with the Cutie Map!”

Luna stared at Twilight. “... what?”

Shimmering Heat

The door to the library groaned on its hinges as the orange pony leaned into it. A librarian glanced up at the new pony for a moment before returning back to a ledger she was poring over. Nopony had said anything to her yet -- So far, so good.

“This is a really bad idea,” a voice whispered from within her red and yellow mane. “What if we get caught?”

“It’s fine,” the pony hissed back. “Nopony has any idea what’s going on.”

She slowly worked her way to the back corner of the Canterlot Royal Library, deliberately choosing rows that would keep her from crossing another pony’s path; the last thing she needed right now was questions. She had a singular destination in mind - a single shelf she needed to access. Unfortunately there was a pony browsing books on a shelf next to it.

She darted back behind another bookshelf and waited.

“This is really, really awkward,” whispered the voice near her head. “Inanimate transformation is already hard enough without your emotions going haywire.”

“And it’s going to get even worse for a little bit,” the pony whispered back. “Sorry about that.”

“Why did I agree to this?”

The soft sounds of hoof falls sounded against the carpet on the other side of the bookshelf, moving away. The pony peered around the shelf again to ensure the other pony had left. She carefully walked over to her destination, looking around intently to ensure nopony was watching. When the area was clear, with a very quick burst of magic, she pulled on two specific books on the shelf, triggering a hidden mechanism. With an eerily silent grace, the shelf slid to the side, revealing a narrow passageway.

She slipped into the passage quickly before pulling a lever on the other side. The shelf slid back into place, sealing her in the tunnel. She looked down the spiraling staircase, a very faint light illuminating the passage ahead.

“I can’t feel my magic. What’s going on?” The voice sounded distressed.

“This is the passage that leads to the restricted section of the library. Long ago, an anti-magic field was put into place to protect it from intruders. That’s why I needed your help in the first place. I couldn’t just teleport in here.”

At the bottom of the stairs, a vast room opened up in front of her, massive shelves towering over thin aisles that wove between them. A grand table sat in the center of the room, flanked on either end by tall, throne-like chairs, clearly designed for the larger frames of the Two Sisters. Smaller chairs ran up and down the length of the table. A surprisingly large stack of books was piled on the center of the table; an unusual sight, since books in the restricted section of the library were supposed to be returned to their shelves before departing.

As the pony approached the table, the subdued sound of a book clapping shut echoed through the silence, and the familiar form of Sunset Shimmer walked out from behind the stack, book in hoof.

“Oh crud,” the small voice near the pony’s head hissed. “What now?”

Sunset tilted her head. “Do I even want to know what in Tartarus you’re up to?”

The pony chuckled nervously, trying to come up with an explanation for the strange encounter. “I, uh…”

Sunset rolled her eyes. “Look, Twilight, I know it’s you. You can drop the act.”

Twilight reached into the mane of her Sunset Shimmer disguise and pulled forward on the neck, peeling the body suit off of her head, and then cautiously stepped out of the suit and onto the carpet. A potent musk billowed out from the collapsed suit.

The real Sunset Shimmer stared, her mouth agape, as the nearly perfect replica of her form crumpled to the ground in a hollow pile of latex rubber.

“You have a latex body suit... That is a replica of me? And judging from the smell, you were getting off on it? What the fuck, Twilight?!”

“I can explain!” Twilight cried out quickly. “She’s a changeling!”

“Hi, Sunset!”

Sunset Shimmer nearly jumped out of her skin as the body suit greeted her cheerfully. She took a few deep breaths to calm the heart hammering in her chest, before replying. “Uh… Nice to meet you?” She looked back at Twilight. “That still doesn’t explain the smell. Do you have any idea how fucked up this is?”

Twilight nodded. “I’m in heat, and it’s really bad. I’ve been trying to disguise the smell, but...” She gestured around the room and tapped her horn. Then, pausing, she pointed to the pile on the ground. “Sunset, this is Professor Ocellus.”

“Unfortunately, the anti-magic field won’t let me take my normal form right now,” the body suit apologized. “I would really appreciate it if we could hurry things up. This isn’t exactly comfortable.”

“Right,” Twilight nodded, starting toward one of the bookshelves.

“Okay, but why did you need to disguise yourself as me?” Sunset asked, following Twilight toward the shelves.

“I guess you haven’t read the Canterlot Tribune,” Twilight replied, browsing the shelves. Sunset shook her head. “Every news reporter in the country wants to talk to me right now, and I don’t have time to deal with them. There’s no way I could have gotten here without it, and I’m trying to avoid any further incidents.”

“But, why me?”

“Because everypony who knows me is being constantly harassed by reporters as well. Out of all the ponies allowed in here, you stand out the least. Most ponies don’t even know who you are, and those that do would never guess that you would actually be me.”

Sunset frowned. “You don’t sound anything like me, though.”

“I didn’t need to sound like you,” Twilight replied. “Like I said, ponies don’t know you. I just needed to not sound like me. So I let Ocellus do all the talking.”

“Laying here is getting really old,” Ocellus interjected. “Find what you came here for so we can get out of here.”

Sunset glanced at one of the books on the shelves. “Wait, this is the section on forbidden magic. What are you looking for?,” Sunset asked.

Twilight glanced around at the massive bookshelves and nodded. “I need any information on interfacing spells with powerful artifacts. Specifically, I’m hoping to find the spell Sombra might have used to tap into the power of the Crystal Heart, but any similar enough spell might work. Cadance told me that spells like that are forbidden.”

“Isn’t that still against Equestrian law?” Sunset wondered out loud. “I got myself in a lot of trouble casting forbidden spells when I was Celestia’s student.”

“It is,” Twilight conceded. “But I don’t care. I need relief.”

“Relief from what?”

Twilight explained the alicorn heat situation to Sunset as they browsed through books, with Ocellus chiming in here and there to fill in gaps in Sunset’s knowledge that Twilight overlooked.

Sunset slumped into a chair at the table. “Well, I still don’t think it’s a good idea, but clearly your mind is made up.”

“If anypony can pull this off, it would be me.” Twilight struck a hoof to her chest. “But I do have one question: Why are you here?”

“Something similar, to be honest. Do you remember when I wrote to you about how we found the Geodes that have allowed us to use a degree of Equestrian magic in the human world?”

Twilight nodded. “The Element of Magic did the same thing at the Fall Formal.”

“Yeah… don’t remind me.”

“Sorry.”

“Anyway, I’ve been having a problem. It’s a relatively easy one to fix here in Equestria; I can just cast a spell. But the Geodes don’t provide a generic source of magic I can draw from - they’re merely capable of channelling magic in a specific form. I’m searching for a way to use the artifact magic in a more directed fashion. We might even be looking for the exact same spell.”

“I thought you were okay living without magic?”

“It’s not like I desire living without magic. Originally, it was just a way to get away from Celestia’s overbearing presence. I got the worship I wanted from the other students at CHS, which was what kept me there. I eventually just got used to not having magic. But it’s not like I don’t want to use magic.”

“And the Geodes aren’t enough?”

“Apart from the general flexibility of having more magic at my fingertips, which would be nice… well, like I said, it’s similar to your problem. Hormones from my heats cause havoc on the human form. Humans experience estrus quite differently--”

“How so?”

“--They actually don’t have estrus, exactly. For normal human mares, it lasts a few days and occurs every few weeks, and the physiology of it is something far less pleasant. My physical hormonal responses remain that of a human -- including the unpleasantness that comes with it -- but unfortunately for me, my hormonal cycles still give me the erotic impulses of a pony, even if I don’t look like one. So I find myself rampantly horny and desperate for a pony stallion instead of a human one.”

“But that’s just a normal part of heat,” Twilight objected.

Sunset nodded. “For us here, sure. But on the other side of the mirror... They are supposed to have an elevated libido that isn’t quite in sync with their ‘estrus’. Completely different, actually - it’s all related to their conception cycle. And they crave their fellow humans, not their stabled horses.” She cringed at a resurfacing memory. “Let’s just say my world’s Applejack has gotten… upset with me.”

“Excuse me?” the latex body suit on the floor shifted slightly. “I don’t understand. What’s a human?”

Twilight and Sunset shared a laugh at the Changeling’s expense.

“It’s complicated,” Twilight replied. “Ask me about it later.”

“Oh, okay!” came Ocellus’ chipper response. “But could you -- that is, Sunset -- put me on and take me out of here so I can return to normal? You can get back in here without arousing suspicion, but Twilight and I cannot.”

Sunset stared at the deflated body on the floor and pulled her lips back in consternation.

“I’m not keen on the idea of wearing myself as a bodysuit,” she confessed. “It was weird enough watching Twilight climb out of it.”

“It probably won’t fit perfectly, either,” Twilight added. “She sized herself to fit my body snugly, which includes space for my wings.”

“I have no musculature to work with in this form, so I can really only constrict my entire form by leveraging the properties of the latex. Which means I’d be squeezing your entire body.”

“My… entire body?” Sunset repeated. “That sounds-”

“Kinky?” Ocellus offered.

“Ocellus?!” Twilight shrieked.

“What? She’s an adult. She understands sex.”

Sunset shook her head. “Actually I was going to go with uncomfortable. But thanks for making it really awkward.”

“Sorry,” Ocellus replied, “but I do have classes I need to get back to in Ponyville. I can’t lay here all day, and I’m not exactly helpful to the two of you like this.”

Sunset sighed, carefully picking up the changeling-turned-bodysuit in her hooves. “Alright, alright, I’ll do it. But the moment we get out of the anti-magic field and out of sight, I want you off of me. And try not to grope me too much.”

Starlight Glimmer stared at the proposed field trip in front of her, eyes glazed over with sleeplessness. The clock in her office ticked away in the background, providing a steady cadence to her wandering thoughts as she pondered absolutely nothing about the field trip and absolutely everything about going back to bed - or, more specifically, the thing that had kept her from getting proper sleep.

Like most mares at this time of year, the itch was coming. But this time it was hitting hard and fast - much more than in previous seasons. She was reasonably sure it had nothing to do with Sugar Belle or Twilight or Big Macintosh. Okay, maybe Big Macintosh. The stud’s musk was potent, but…

With a frustrated shout, Starlight stood up from her desk, knocking the proposed itinerary to the floor. No matter what she did, the entire day her thoughts were muddied with thoughts of soft pillows and hard dicks, and she wasn’t sure which one she wanted more.

Starlight stomped her way out of the office, slamming the door shut behind her. She needed to talk to somepony… And there was only one pony good for that.

Two students left the counselor’s office, excusing themselves as Starlight walked past. Upon entering the office, she was greeted with Trixie sitting at her desk, hind hooves propped up on the desk and her forehooves clasped behind her crest. A smug grin rested on her face.

“Indeed, Starlight, it is true!” Trixie declared. “The Great and Powerful Trixie has resolved yet another student dispute! Was there ever any doubt?”

Yes. Yes, there was. Though, Starlight had to admit, Trixie wound up being a better counselor than she ever thought possible. While Trixie may have lacked the sensitivity of a more traditional counselor, her brashness allowed her to tell the students what they needed to hear without concern for their feelings. The students loved her for it. Most of them, anyway.

“Hiiii~~~” Starlight sing-songed. “Bestest friend! How are you!?”

Trixie rolled her eyes. “Do not play games with Trixie, Starlight. You cannot fool Trixie with your fake greetings. You want something. Out with it.”

Starlight nodded, sitting down on the couch. “I don’t need anything. Not from you, anyway. That is, unless you’ve sprouted a dick I’m not aware of.”

Trixie brightened. “Ah, it is that time of the year, isn’t it? Let me tell you, that colt yesterday was quite the catch. I had such a lovely time last night, I was seeing stars.” She twirled her hoof through her the end of her mane, deep in thought. “Sadly for you, not even the Great and Powerful Trixie knows a spell to give herself a new wand. Still, if you need it so badly, why not talk to Sunburst?”

“Pfft,” Starlight scoffed. “I practically beg him, year after year, time after time. He still brushes me off. I know he likes me, but something seems to be stopping him from committing.”

Trixie glared at Starlight. “You’ve been repeating this lament every heat for 12 years. It’s getting old. It was old the last time Trixie told you that, and it was old the time before that, too. And probably the time before that, but Trixie thinks she was drunk that time and might be remembering wrong.”

“I know, but--”

“No buts!” Trixie interjected. “You need to be direct! That’s how it works with the students. Why? Because the Great and Powerful Trixie is amazing! But also because some ponies - colts especially - are really quite obtuse and need the most direct approach possible.”

Starlight’s jaw dropped. “You’ve been giving relationship advice to my students?! You’ve never had a stable relationship in your life!”

Trixie’s eyes narrowed. “Trixie believes stallions are not worth tying yourself down to. The carnal lusts of lovemaking are more than enough love for Trixie. But that does not mean that Trixie cannot help students with relationships. What more is romance but a close friendship with a bit of sex sprinkled in? And Trixie does know how to be friends. And when students come to Trixie with a problem, Trixie helps.”

“Okay, that’s…” Starlight shook her head. She was both too tired - and horny - for this discussion right now. “Can you help me?”

“Trixie believes she just told you she doesn’t have that kind of equipment.”

Starlight rolled her eyes. “I mean with Sunburst. I’ve tried everything, but he continues to ignore me. If you’re so good at helping students, then let’s see if you can help me.”

“Starlight, I don’t think it is you that is the problem here. It is Sunburst.”

Starlight collapsed onto the couch. “The worst part is that I know he wants to be with me. His mother tells me that he constantly complains that he can’t be with me. And yet he turns me down every time.”

“Starlight, this is the same discussion we have had every year. Trixie is not having this discussion again. Stop trying to drop hints. Be deliberate. Be blunt. Go to him, spread your legs, and command him to mount you. Use your magic and force the issue if you must.”

“I can’t do that!” Starlight protested.

Trixie tilted her head. “And why not? What good is magic if we do not use it to further our own causes? You already know he wants to do it. So why not use a bit of magic to encourage him?”

“But…!”.

“Enough!” Trixie announced, pulling up a sheet of paper. “Trixie has an appointment with another student in five minutes. Trixie has given her advice. What you do with that advice is up to you.” With a burst of magic, Trixie shoved Starlight roughly out into the hallway.

Starlight returned to her office dragging her hooves the whole way and pondering what Trixie said. She knew that Trixie used a spell to lead her admirers on. Her weird relationship with her fans was… unsavory, in Starlight’s mind. But Sunburst did like her - it was plainly obvious. His mother said he even loved her. Would it really be so bad to force the issue? Of course, she needed an excuse to spend time alone with him, first.

The magical gong that announced lunch time reminded her that she was also getting hungry. She looked at the door separating her office from his. She could join him for lunch; that would work. But… doing anything at school meant taking a privacy risk.

… Food. She could invite him to breakfast! Then he would be alone with her, and she would have time to figure out her next move before he arrived.

Several hours passed while Twilight and Sunset had scoured the archive for something that would help them out. It had been a grueling task with her estrus reminding her constantly - and with growing insistence - that she really needed to get fucked. Sooner rather than later. But eventually, Twilight had found what she needed.

Unfortunately, the spell was Ancient Magic. While Twilight knew how to read the old runes, Ancient Magic was cast entirely differently from modern magic - knowing the runes wasn’t sufficient. She would need the help of a pony that could actually cast it, and not even Cadance knew how to use Ancient Magic. Only Celestia or Luna could help now. It was clear who to talk to.

The library was closed by the time she left, allowing her the freedom to step out of the hidden passageway without cover. No stallions to service her - a mild disappointment; though she knew that was her hormones talking again.

One quick teleport later and Twilight found herself on the balcony of the Moonspire again. Unfortunately for Twilight, the Lunar Princess wasn’t out on the balcony tonight.

“I certainly hope Luna’s here,” she murmured as she pushed the balcony door open. There was a smell of musk in the tower, and it was extremely potent - no doubt the result of Luna’s own heat. Even though that musk was clearly feminine in origin, a warm wave of desire washed through her, causing the cool night air to bite into coat that much harder. She shivered and stepped inside.

Twilight’s ears flattened as she peered around the large, mostly empty chamber that was the spire’s top. She carefully stepped into Luna’s central office, hoping not to disturb any ongoing meetings.

“And she’s not here,” Twilight muttered to herself as she stood in front of Luna’s empty desk. “Wonderful! How am I supposed to find her now?” She sat upon the cold tile floor, thankful for the chilling sensation upon her sex. “Think, Twilight. Think. You can’t just wander around the castle in this condition. You might assault another pony, and that’s caused enough problems.”

“It is unusual for Princess Luna to receive unannounced visitors,” a voice said from Twilight’s right. She swiveled her neck around, looking for the source of the voice.

One of Luna’s own Night Guard stepped into the room from the stairwell door, dark coat shining softly in the pale moonlight filtering through one the myriad of windows in the spire. Twilight looked the guard up and down trying to ascertain their gender, but was unable to find any distinguishing feature. This was normal for the guards in Luna’s employ: the enchanted armor that turned an ordinary pegasus into a bat pony were designed to obfuscate gender.

“You sounded distressed. Is something the matter?” the guard asked. The voice was just as ambiguous as the appearance.

“Er… no!” Twilight replied abruptly, shifting to face to guard directly. The shifting caused the floor to rub up against her clit, making her eyes bug out as a burst of pleasure coursed through her. “Nothing at all,” she squeaked. “I was just talking. To myself.”

The guard raised an eyebrow. “Are you alright, Princess?”

“Yes,” Twilight panted, fighting an urge to attack the Lunar Guard and find out what equipment was under their equipment. “Please, you’ve got to find Princess Luna. I need help- I mean, I need her.” Twilight shook her head violently, trying to clear off the intrusive thoughts. “It’s a personal issue,” Twilight gasped.

“I will retrieve her right away, Princess.” If the Lunar Guardspony caught on to her predicament, there was no sign of it. The guard immediately turned back toward the stairs, and Twilight caught the briefest glimpse of the guard’s tail as they disappeared into the stairwell. Despite knowing it would be fruitless, she found herself straining to try and make out the pony’s gender through the armor.

As soon as the tail moved out of sight, Twilight stood up from the floor, remaining conscious of what had happened in Celestia’s bedroom before. It didn’t matter if she was maintaining the spell Cadance taught her if she left her fluids on the ground.

She glanced down at the wet spot she’d left and sniffed. The odor mixed with the musk already permeating the room, but now it was so strong she could practically taste it. Was there something nearby she could use to clean it up? Or maybe nopony would even notice with the other smell in here?

Twilight glanced around the office, but couldn’t see anything at all useful. She stepped back out into the larger chamber. There were some light curtains bunched up around each of the supporting pillars, designed for closing off the top of the tower from passing pegasi eyes when Luna wanted privacy. She could apologize to Luna later, couldn’t she? She was sure Luna would understand.

Approaching the curtains, Twilight suddenly felt a gust of wind passing through the tower, sending her tail askew and tickling her sex with the strands of hair. It was too much; she was far too sensitive right now.

Convulsing in a weak orgasm, Twilight collapsed against the pillar. Leaning against it and gasping for air, she closed her eyes, trying to will her rising libido away, but to no avail. She tried to steady her breathing, her hooves limply dropping into her lap.

A sudden commotion erupted from the office doorway; the clanging and clanking of an entire squad of guards barrelling up the stairs. Six broad-shouldered stallions burst through the doorway, galloping over to the fallen Princess and forming a defensive perimeter around her, each of them facing away from her.

“What seems to be the problem, Princess?” the squad captain murmured in a low voice. “A stalker?”

Twilight glanced around at the six hefty pairs of testicles presented to her: a delectable feast. Reaching out, she softly stroked the sack of the stallion in front of her while she fondled all of the remaining sacks with her magic.

“Princess...?!” the stallion immediately gasped, eyes wide.

“Hmmmm…?” Twilight hummed, slowly running her tongue along his scrotum.

“W-w-what are you d-d-doing?” he stuttered. The other five guards had now turned to face her, sitting and presenting their stiff erections as they ogled her Princessly form.

“Inspecting your equipment,” Twilight replied. “Guards should be fully prepared for any engagement.”

“And is our equipment to your satisfaction?” one of the guards behind her asked.

“No,” Twilight groaned. “The edges of your weapon have been dulled. What is your name, soldier?”

“Lance Hammerbush, ma’am,” the stallion replied.

“Well, then, Lance…” She flagged her tail at him as she began stroking the turgid cock in front of her with her magic. “Come, sharpen your blade upon my whetstone.”

“The stone is definitely wet,” Lance mumbled softly as he reared up and mounted his Princess without hesitation. Thrusting his weapon at his target, his spear struck true, and Twilight moaned in satisfaction as she was impaled upon the majestic tool.

“Mmmm…more! I need more!” Twilight cried out blissfully as the stallion on top of her began thrusting away. She took the cock in front of her into her mouth as each of her forehooves reached out for the cocks of the guards on either side, and she began stroking them in time with the thrusts behind her. Her wings reached out for the guards behind, where she lightly teased them, tickling their shafts with her feathers.”

One of the soldiers she was giving a hoofjob to stiffened up as his dick began to throb and pulse. A thick rope of cum shot from the tip, landing across Twilight’s cheek as she continued to fellate the other spire of flesh in her mouth.

“Breed me,” she commanded around the thick meat in her mouth. “Fill my every hole!”

“As you wish, Princess!” Lance lifted her up with his mighty forelegs, pulling his shaft from her and flipping her on her back. Twilight whined at the empty feeling in her core and the stallionhood in her mouth was forced to disengage with a pop as her body was lifted away. Then Lance laid himself on his back, pulling her back down on his shaft.

Twilight groaned in satisfaction as his thick namesake filled her again, sliding all the way to the hilt. With each of his thrusts, the tip of his flare kissed the entrance to her womb. Twilight cried out in ecstasy, gazing up into his alluring green eyes as he pounded into her with wanton abandon.

She resumed her fellatio as the tip of another guarded pressed against her tailhole, with growing insistence. Twilight squealed out in pleasure at the new intrusion as a third shaft entered her, pistoning against her flanks every time the fleshy spire in her drooling cunt drew back; a constant pounding against her nether regions that drove her to new heights.

“Princess!” Lance groaned. “I’m going to~!”

“YES!” Twilight screamed. “Give me your babies!”

Twilight’s release gushed out around her hoof, trickling into a small puddle on the floor.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

Twilight’s vivid imagination disappeared back into the depths of her mind as her eyes popped open. Luna’s big, azure eyes peered back at her - close enough she could feel the other Princess’ breath.

“Princess Luna!” Twilight shrieked, quickly pulling her hooves away from her crotch. A brief line of slick fluids pulled away with them before snapping. Twilight quickly scrambled to stand up, losing her footing in the small puddle she had created. “This isn’t what it looks like!” she blurted, trying desperately to keep her balance.

Luna backed off to a less-personal distance, stifling a giggle with her hoof and steadying the younger princess with her magic. “Tell me, then, Twilight. What do you think it looked like?”

“Like… uh...” Twilight’s cheeks burned as she hung her head. “...Masturbating,” she squeaked out quietly.

“There’s no need to be modest with me, Twilight. Consider what you were told last night about what I have done, and then remember that I have been around for thousands of years, and I have spent many nights peering into ponies’ dreams to give them guidance. Take a moment to ponder what I have seen. I can absolutely assure you, I am not bothered by a simple bit of self-pleasure.”

Twilight stared down at her slickened forehooves in silence.

“Of course,” Luna continued, “you have come to me again for help. What do you hope I can provide that I have not already provided?”

“I’ve been losing control. I’m sure you’ve seen the paper. I can’t even trust myself anymore,” Twilight mumbled. She raised her eyes from the floor. “So I made a plan, but I can’t do it myself. It involves Ancient Magic.”

Luna nodded. “Then perhaps we should start by going somewhere a bit more private. Let us journey to my bedchambers. Come.”

“I wish I could,” Twilight murmured glancing back at the puddle she had made on the floor as she followed Luna back down the stairs.

Luna cracked a knowing smirk. “I believe you just did, actually. It is unfortunate for you that the art of self-pleasure does little to help. Trust me, Twilight. All of us have tried, but nothing will satisfy you except the ejaculate of a real stallion. And even that relief is temporary if he fails to give you foal.”

“So I’ve been told,” Twilight replied. Twilight plodded along further in silence, eyes glued to Luna’s mesmerizing tail, until they finally arrived at Luna’s bedroom. The doors swung open at Luna’s touch, and then sealed shut behind them.

“Now,” Luna announced. “We may speak freely.”

Life is So Grand in Our Town

The train line that serviced Our Town was owned and operated by a large mining company. Not many ponies wanted to travel out this way, but there was enough demand that every train would have at least one passenger car. On this particular trip, the train heading to Our Town only had the one passenger car, and only two mares were in it.

Despite her burning desire to ravish Rainbow Dash, Applejack remained in her seat as the occasional pony would wander up or down the length of the car. It was a shame that they didn’t have privacy from the train’s crew.

“Hey, Rainbow?”

“Yeah?”

“You ever think about having a foal?”

Applejack shifted in her seat, waiting for an answer. A wait that was accompanied only by the rhythmic ‘click-clack’ of the massive wheels on each segment of the track as the train meandered northward. Eventually Rainbow spoke up. “You mean, being pregnant? Getting all big and round? Giving birth?”

“Uhh… yeh.”

“Not really.”

Applejack frowned in confusion as she considered Rainbow’s response. “Uhh... Is there another way?” she wondered aloud.

“Hm?”

“To have a foal. Instead of getting pregnant.”

“Uh, yeah? Adoption.”

“Oh... right.”

Even though Spring had arrived, this far up in the mountains mounds of snow still dotted the landscape where it had fallen from the trees, not yet fully melted off after the harsh northern winter. Rainbow eyed the stray spots, briefly wondering how the weather managed to function at all when the pegasi didn’t keep it under control.

Under control.

Rainbow Dash glanced at Applejack. Her tail was raised slightly, with a hint of her spring heat teasing the air around them. The arousal that came with it was maddening. The tension between the two of them was thick enough that you could feel it in the air. It was unsurprising that the various train workers that did come in rushed through quickly every time.

Either that, or it was because the lavatory was in the train car behind them.

“What about you?” Rainbow asked.

Applejack turned away from the window - and away from Rainbow Dash - and laid down on the bench. “Dunno. An’ maybe it’s jes’ the heat comin’ on, but… Twilight’s got me thinkin’. I did always want to have foals of my own.” She tilted her head back to glance at Rainbow. “An’ don’t get me wrong. I love you, Rainbow. I don’t regret what we have. But sometimes I wish we could...” Applejack turned her head forward again, idly studying the floor as she became lost in thought.

Rainbow gazed at her wife, eyes softly tracing the lustrous wave of Applejack’s mane as it fell from beneath her ever-present hat, flowing along the curves of her barrel. The firm muscle tone of her body that stood out beneath the mane, a chiseled roughness that went all the way back to the base of her golden wheat tail. Rainbow truly loved all of Applejack. With all her heart.

Would it be so bad?

“We could adopt,” Rainbow offered.

Applejack shook her head, her long, beautiful tresses shifting back and forth softly. “S’not the same thing, Rainbow. I want to raise a foal of my own blood. And of yours.”

“You know that’s impossible, right?” Rainbow objected.

“I know.” Applejack let out a long sigh.

Rainbow rested a hoof on Applejack’s flank, and Applejack turned to look up at her. The two wives shared a passionate kiss for several seconds before Rainbow pulled away and returned to her seat, gazing out the window.

Applejack is wrong, Rainbow Dash thought. There is a way. But would everypony agree to it?

Our Town loomed up on the horizon and the train started grinding to a stop.

Applejack sprawled out on the bench in Sugar Belle’s little pastry shop, one foreleg draped across her forehead. She’d come all this way in a fit of rage to confront her brother about Twilight Sparkle’s… comment? Twilight hadn’t exactly said that she slept with Big Macintosh. But there certainly was a strong implication, and that was what she had come to… do what?

She shook her head. Now that she had come all this way, there was no way she could just confront her brother about it. What was she supposed to say that wouldn’t put his relationship at risk?

Heard ya might have a side fling with the Princess of Friendship - how’d that go?

That would go over about as well as a flaming bale of hay in the middle of the hay field in harvest season.

“Are you alright, Applejack?” Sugar Belle asked. Applejack glanced up at the mulberry-maned mare standing over her with a tray of apple turnovers. Rainbow Dash and Big Macintosh were both outside working on something in the orchard, and Rainbow had specifically asked Applejack not to help. Applejack hadn’t been feeling great with her heat, and readily agreed to stay inside.

“It’s no big deal,” Applejack muttered in the closest thing to a lie she was capable of. “Jes’ a bit confused.”

“Is there anything I can help with?”

Applejack lowered her leg and looked up at the mare. Sugar Belle’s smile beamed wide, and Applejack could practically feel the mare’s desire to help with whatever she could. Sugar Belle definitely wouldn’t be interested in helping Applejack if she knew what she wanted to ask, but then again, maybe a few well-placed probing questions could solve the riddle without spilling the seeds of truth all over the floor.

“Uhh... I heard Twilight Sparkle dropped by for a visit recently,” Applejack replied, trying to sound casual as she sat up on the bench.

Sugar Belle immediately stiffened, her eyes growing slightly misty. The tray of pastries unsteadily clattered against the table as she lowered them with her trembling magic. The baker settled carefully into the bench across from Applejack and locked eyes with the farm pony.

“She did,” Sugar Belle replied tersely. “That was supposed to be a secret. How did you find out?”

“Educated guess,” Applejack replied truthfully. “She said something about Big Macintosh and pregnancy and certainty.”

Sugar Belle’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as tears welled up in her eyes. “It didn’t work,” she choked, trying to keep her emotions in check. “Even after I let them do the... the horn thing, and the…”

Applejack’s confusion rapidly changed into a fury reignited with a vengeance - this time directed not just at Twilight, but at her brother, too. How could he have willingly cheated on his wife like that?!

“You let them?” Applejack shouted. “Sugar Belle, Twilight Sparkle’s heat isn’t anypony’s problem but hers.”

“No,” Sugar Belle replied, banging a hoof against the table. “It wasn’t her. It was for me.”

Applejack deflated, her rage cooling into a state of utter confusion. “Say what, now?” she blurted.

Sugar Belle took a deep breath to calm herself before continuing.

“Your brother and I cannot have a foal. We called Princess Twilight and Starlight Glimmer over to see if they knew any magic that might help us…”

Big Macintosh stared at the small cluster of apple trees. With their northern latitude, spring had arrived in Our Town much later than in Ponyville, and the barest hint of sprouting flowers were starting to appear on the branches. He closed his eyes and focused on the green earth beneath his hooves, willing his Earth Pony spirit to help the struggling trees. Verdant green energy flowed from the earth and up into the tree in front of him. The trunk glowed softly; leaves turning greener; flowers growing bigger.

“Wow,” Rainbow Dash murmured. “I’ve never seen Earth Pony magic in action before.”

Big Macintosh nodded, moving on to the next tree. “Without magic, the apples can’t grow properly up here. Spring’s too short and cold. Without it, the fruit doesn’t have time enough to grow and ripen before the early frost of autumn ruins it all.”

“Why doesn’t Applejack ever do that? Is her magic too weak?”

““N-no.” The large stallion balked momentarily, a sad frown on his face. “Her magic is just fine, but the apples in Ponyville don’t need it. That’s why we could grow so many apples there - no need for extra work to sustain them.” He gestured to the extremely limited number of trees around them. “But there’s only so much magic I can give up here.”

There was the angle. The opportunity she needed.

“And what if Applejack moved up here and helped? Could you raise more apples?”

Big Macintosh moved on to the next tree. “And why would Applejack do that?”

“Because the father of our child might be here.”

The life-giving flow of magic stopped as Big Macintosh turned to face Rainbow Dash, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly as he sought the right response. But only three words worked their way to his lips.

“Say what, now?”

“...but when the doctor scanned my womb to check for a pregnancy, there were no signs of life.” Sugar Belle sighed, seating herself across from Applejack.

“Huh,” Applejack muttered. “Never knew any of that stuff about magic potential and foalin’. Learn somethin’ new everyday, I guess.”

“We want children quite badly. And your brother has very strong feelings about it, too. I’m willing to adopt, but Macky… he isn’t so keen on it. He doesn’t trust himself to love a foal that isn’t his own.”

Applejack grimaced. “Well, I can understand that. I don’t want to adopt neither. I want to raise a foal that’s mine and Rainbow’s.”

“That’s impossible,” Sugar Belle pointed out.

“I know. I married Rainbow Dash because I love her, even though it’s always been my dream to be a mother. It’s been… hard.”

Sugar Belle nodded and rested her chin on the table. “I find it quite strange that neither you or Mac want to adopt,” she mumbled.

“Huh? Why’s that?”

“Well, the three of you were orphans, right?” She rolled her head to look at Applejack. “Doesn’t that make you want to help children avoid that fate?”

“I certainly understand why you’d wonder about that. But truth be told, we really aren’t like other orphans. After Ma and Pa died, Granny raised us like her own. I was so young when it happened that I really didn’t even understand it, and Granny stepped up right away.” Applejack shook her head sadly. “Unlike other orphaned children, we didn’t really have a period of time where we lived with a crushing uncertainty for the future. If you’d asked me to name my mother, I’d tell you Pear Butter in a heartbeat, but she’s not the mare who raised me.”

Sugar Belle nodded softly. “I suppose…”

“I do think it’s important, though, for foals to have a parent. Apple Bloom does wonderfully with her foals.” Applejack turned her head to see Sugar Belle’s hoof raised to her mouth in shock.

“I wasn’t aware that Apple Bloom had foals! She hasn’t come up to visit ever since she and Tender Taps started touring a few years ago.”

Applejack nodded. “Eight rambunctious little foals.”

“E-eight? But how?”

“Yep! Three colts, five fillies.” Applejack’s lips pulled back into a thin line. “Not supposed to tell folks this, but all of them are adopted.”

“... they are?” Sugar Belle paused, and then let out a sigh of relief. “I guess it would be hard for her to have eight foals of her own in such a short time frame.”

“Right,” Applejack agreed. “Apple Bloom ain’t never been pregnant with her own. Not even one of ‘em.” Applejack tapped her hoof on the table in thought. “I dunno, maybe I shouldn’t be so averse to adoptin’. But it’s just not… the same.”

“Somepony studded my sister?”

“No!” Rainbow Dash huffed. “‘Our child’, not ‘her child’. And, no, I haven’t been... ‘studded’…” Rainbow smiled lasciviously at the stallion. “... yet.”

Big Macintosh swallowed hard as Little Macintosh attempted to make his presence known. “I… uh… I… thought you…” He tried to keep himself focused on Rainbow’s face, repeatedly catching his own wandering gaze. “...didn’t like… uh… stallions.” He always did find Rainbow Dash to be incredibly attractive, even if she wasn’t really his type. He took a step backward as Rainbow advanced on him slowly.

She could tell she was having the desired effect on him. She flagged her tail slightly, allowing her own spring heat to tease the stallion. “I don’t, really. I’ve never been with a stallion, and quite frankly, I’ve never wanted to be. But Applejack wants to raise a child. Our child. That’s impossible, of course, but...”

A watering hose snagged Big Macintosh’s hoof as he tried to back away. He fell backward on his rump. “B-b-but…?” He trembled as Rainbow Dash continued to advance, his erection now standing tall in front of her.

Rainbow Dash took a few slow steps forward, gazing at the foreign sight that was his stiffened member. It didn’t seem appealing at all. “The closest thing to her foal that I could have…” She tore her gaze away from it, taking a few steps forward so that she was straddling him. “...is your foal,” she whispered in his ear. She lowered herself onto his member.

Applejack and Sugar Belle cringed as the shrill sound of a stallion in pain tore through the air. Moments later, the door slammed open and Big Macintosh swiftly limped in, with Rainbow Dash right behind him.

“I said I’m sorry,” she shouted. “I didn’t know!”

“Macky!?” Sugar Belle rushed to his side. “What’s wrong?” The stallion pushed past her, gritting his teeth and seething in anger as he ran upstairs and slammed the door. “Mac?” She looked back at Rainbow Dash, her eyes narrowing. “What did you do?”

Rainbow Dash hovered in the air nervously. “Uh… I was trying to solve a problem, but I didn’t know what I was doing, and think I almost broke something.”

Applejack raised an eyebrow. “Dash, we’ve been married for far too long. You know you can’t pull the wool over my eyes so easily. C’mon now. Spill it.”

“I was just trying to help you!” Rainbow Dash glared defiantly at Applejack. “I didn’t mean to hurt him!”

“...help me?” Applejack sat back, confused. “How were you going to help me out there?”

Rainbow Dash mumbled something too quiet for Applejack to hear.

“What was that?” Sugar Belle asked, still glaring angrily. “I couldn’t hear you.”

“I said ‘I almost broke his dick.’”

Sugar Belle’s eyes went wide. “What?!”

“I think the better question is ‘how?’, Applejack replied. “As in ‘How were you trying to help me by breaking my brother’s dick?” The thought of Sugar Belle’s ‘extra-marital agreement’ with Twilight ran through Applejack’s mind. Maybe she was ‘helping’ by staying loyal? “He wasn’t coming onto ya, was he? I’ll go break it myself if he--!”

“NO!” Rainbow shouted.

“Then, what happened?” Sugar Belle asked. “If it was just an accident, I promise, I won’t be upset.”

Applejack nodded. “Right. Let’s just talk this out.”

Rainbow looked between the two mares, then hung her head with a sigh. “I’m really sorry. I bucked up. I just had this feather-brained idea, and… I really should have talked to the two of you first.”

Sugar Belle and Applejack shared a glance. “Tell us about this idea,” Sugar Belle pressed.

“Well, Applejack wants us to raise a foal of our own. And I thought that… well… Big Mac is the closest equivalent, so...”

“What?!” Sugar Belle shrieked, seizing Rainbow Dash’s mane with her magic. “You tried to buck my husband?!”

“I wasn’t thinking about that; I just wanted to do something special for AJ!” Rainbow looked at Applejack with pleading eyes, begging for help. “Besides… I didn’t get it in anyway! Penises are weird.”

Sugar Belle growled angrily, dragging Rainbow Dash outside with her magic’s grasp on her mane. “Out of my house!” she yelled. “Get out!” The door slammed shut behind them.

Applejack stared after them as the sounds of exchanged shouts filtered through the doorway - too muffled to make out, but certainly not pretty, and growing more distant as Sugar Belle continued to drag Rainbow away. Applejack only stood there in uncertainty. Her wife - the very Element of Loyalty herself - had…

Cheated on her? ...For her?

To have a foal? …To make her dreams come true?

The dream of being a mother. Applejack nodded to herself and headed for the stairs. They needed to talk. Sugar Belle was probably beyond reason right now, but perhaps her brother…?

She glanced at the doorway at the top of the stairs - muffled groaning could be heard just beyond it.

I should go make sure he’s okay, she thought to herself, heading up the stairs.

Without a full-sized farm to keep under his watch, Big Macintosh had made sure the house was in perfect condition: the door to the bedroom swung open quietly at her touch, the well-oiled hinges masking Applejack’s approach. Big Macintosh was sitting on the floor by his bed, his back turned to the door, his body seemingly shaking with tears of pain.

She softly trotted up behind him, but as she got nearer it suddenly dawned on her that the shaking was not pain. Her brother was masturbating! Right next to her!

Applejack swiftly turned around and headed back toward the door, her hooves no longer staying silent as she panicked.

“Wait.”

Applejack froze. “Sorry, Big Mac. I didn’t realize you were… uh…”

She could hear the sound of him standing to his hooves. “Please don’t go. I’m sorry ‘bout what you just saw. It’s just...”

“Rainbow Dash?” Applejack guessed, turning to face him. She tried not to stare at the massive dick that was still hanging under his barrel. She’d seen it plenty of times before, so why was it so distracting right now?

“Eeyup,” Big Macintosh admitted, trying to ignore the strange looks Applejack kept giving him.

“She’s in heat,” Applejack offered dryly.

“Seems that way.” Big Macintosh nodded. “Sugar Belle, too, but… she’s not doing well.”

Applejack decided it was best not to point out that she herself was also in heat. “You know she wants to raise a foal with you, Big Mac.”

Big Macintosh sighed and climbed up onto the bed. He shifted a little bit as he laid down, hoping to hide his erection. “But she can’t,” he mumbled as he tried to get comfortable. “And now, after all this stuff with Twilight, she’s been really down on herself. She won’t even sleep with me.”

“It’s only been three days,” Applejack pointed out.

“Three days?” Big Macintosh was getting mad, his voice rising. “These three days have been the worst days of my life! I’ve never been so…” he trailed off suddenly, his lip trembling.

Applejack crawled up beside him on the bed, laying a comforting hoof on his shoulder. “It’s okay, Mac. Your little sister is here to listen. I promise, I won’t say a word to anypony else. Just let me know what’s going on.”

Big Macintosh swallowed his pride. “I’ve never been… like this.” He nodded toward his hindquarters. “I’ve never had a mare in heat make me so horny before, but Sugar… ever since Twilight came over, Sugar’s heat has been driving me mad with desire - more than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. But Sugar Belle won’t…” He gestured awkwardly.

“And so you have to masturbate,” Applejack finished for him.

“Eeyup…” Applejack had never heard him so dejected when he said that - like he was ashamed of himself. “Twilight, when she came over… she… we…”

“Ah know,” Applejack interrupted. “Sugar already told me. About everything.”

He nodded. “Whenever I... rub... myself, I can’t stop thinking about it.” Applejack nodded softly, encouraging him to continue. “Watching Sugar Belle on Twilight’s horn. It was the hottest, sexiest thing I’ve seen in my life. I can’t stop imagining it. And I’ve been rubbing myself off every day, multiple times a day, like a horny teenager, only worse!”

“But you said you were thinking about Rainbow just now…?”

“Just now… Well, Rainbow Dash was trying to straddle me, and…” Big Mac hung his head. “She was talking crazy. Said she wanted to have my foal. Said it was the closest thing to having a foal with you.”

Applejack’s eyes went wide, stunned by the sudden realization of what Rainbow had meant. “She said she was trying to help me…”

Her brother tilted his head. “I don’t know how that’s helping anypony, but if she hadn’t sat so awkwardly on my dick, I don’t know that I would have lasted long enough to shove her offa me.”

Applejack smiled. “I know you, big brother. And I know you’ve been eyeing her flank like a piece of candy ever since you were a colt.” She leaned in to whisper in his ear. “...And believe me, I know that flank is just as sweet as it looks. I don’t blame you one bit.” She pulled back and laughed as her brother flushed a deep red that showed even through his coat.

“T’ain’t funny, Applejack,” Big Mac hissed. “I could have accidentally studded you.”

The laughter stopped abruptly. Applejack glared at her brother, locking eyes with him.

“Uh, I mean your wife,” he finished, tearing his eyes away from hers.

She stole a glance at his hindquarters as he looked away, terrible thoughts coursing through her mind. She knew it was this consarned heat, but… he was a stallion. And it really was the worst heat she’d ever suffered. Would it be so bad?

She shivered. What the hay was she thinking? Was she seriously considering getting studded by her brother?!

It would be wrong. He was her brother. Besides, what would Sugar Belle say? What would Rainbow say?

… Rainbow. Who had already tried to… without even asking. ...For her.

She shook her head. That was just sidestepping the point - Applejack couldn’t bear her own brother’s foal! What would everyone in Ponyville think!?

… Fluttershy could probably be convinced it was okay. She was already well outside ‘normal’ borders when it came to that sort of thing. And Pinkie Pie was a massive proponent of ‘free love’ - she would buy ‘I don’t know who the father is’.

And Starlight, Rarity and Twilight wouldn’t care. Unicorns didn’t seem to find anything wrong with that sort of thing.

Applejack sighed and shook her head. Big Mac turned back to her, his expression one of silent concern. Applejack waved him off with a hoof, but he didn’t move.

…Sugar Belle was a unicorn.

Her mind hadn’t moved either.

Applejack swallowed hard. If she had her brother’s foal… Sugar Belle and Big Mac could raise it. It would solve the issue of Big Mac raising his own. And Sugar Belle was ready to adopt, wasn’t she? Was that a fair trade for Rainbow Dash?

Big Macintosh shifted uncomfortably in the silence, unknowingly flashing his erection momentarily as his weight shifted to one side. Applejack caught a glimpse of it and continued to stare, hoping to catch another. If Big Macintosh noticed, he wasn’t letting on.

“Would you?” Applejack finally blurted. “If Sugar Belle was okay with it?”

“Would I what?”

“Stud…” Me? Applejack checked herself, biting her tongue. “Stud... Rainbow Dash?”

Big Macintosh stared at Applejack, uncertain he had heard her properly. “Say what, now?”

“Get down here!” Sugar Belle demanded.

Rainbow Dash was perched atop of one of their apple trees. Sugar Belle didn’t have the Earth Pony strength to buck the tree and knock the pegasus out of it. And while her magic could easily seize the pegasus and remove her forcefully, the tree would likely be damaged if she did.

“I said I was sorry!”

“You tried to buck my husband! You can’t just say ‘sorry’ and expect me to be okay with that!”

“Why not? You let Twilight do it.”

Sugar Belle gasped in shock. “How… how did you… did Macky tell you?!”

“Wasn’t hard to guess,” Rainbow offered. “Twilight almost spilled the beans herself, and you guys haven’t exactly been discrete.”

Rainbow Dash could almost feel Sugar Belle’s seething rage radiating off of her, but the unicorn said nothing. Instead, Sugar Belle sat down on the cold earth and just glared up at Rainbow.

“... Look, I’m an idiot,” Rainbow Dash confessed. “It was a stupid, spur-of-the-moment idea anyway. I should have talked with you first. And Applejack, too.”

Sugar Belle snorted derisively.

“... and Big Macintosh,” Rainbow Dash finished.

“What, exactly, were you trying to do?” Sugar Belle demanded. “Big Macintosh told me you were a lesbian with no interest in stallions.”

Rainbow Dash fidgeted on the branch she was resting on. “I am a lesbian. And I don’t have any interest in them.”

“Then why my husband?”

“Well, you see…”

By the time Rainbow finished, Sugar Belle’s anger was giving way to deep thought. Rainbow sat in the tree, waiting for any kind of response from the unicorn, who had remained almost completely silent as Rainbow explained the harebrained plan she had come up with on the train - including the plan to move up to Our Town and help out with the trees.

“Okay,” Sugar Belle eventually decided. “Okay, we can talk to Macky about this. I haven’t been...” Sugar paused as she searched for the right word to explain the situation. “Putting out, I guess. My heat’s been intense, but… I’ve been so devastated by everything going on that I haven’t been able to get in the right mood for it.”

“We talk to him?”

Sugar nodded. “He needs to find release. He’s been ‘helping himself’ every day, multiple times a day, ever since Twilight left.” She smiled up at the pegasus in the tree. “I admit, I’m not really keen on him being with another mare, but… you’re not into stallions. Which means that with you, there’s no need to worry about you running off with him. But if I let you do this, I do have one request...”

Rainbow Dash tilted her head. “A request? For what?”

“You and Applejack can have your foal. But when it’s done, you do it again. And we raise the next one.”

Rainbow Dash’s stomach turned. The idea of being pregnant, not just once - which was already something she didn’t really want to do - but twice? And having sex with a stallion both times?

“But… Applejack,” Rainbow muttered.

Sugar Belle saw right through Rainbow. “You haven’t even told her? What’s wrong with you?”

“A lot of things, probably.” Rainbow confessed. “Look, I.... I’ll do it. For Applejack. And for you. But we’ll need to talk to her about it first. A-and Big Macintosh, too! And then, if they’re okay with it… I’ll do it. Fair?”

Sugar Belle hesitated momentarily, and then nodded in agreement.

No more surprises.

Everypony gets what they want.

“Fair,” Sugar Belle declared.

Author's Note

Sorry for the wait and the tease, but you won't be waiting long for the next chapter; I'll be posting it tomorrow night.

We're Always Filled (with Cheer)

“And done!” Luna’s horn faded as the shield took effect. The clamor outside immediately calmed as the spell took hold. Celestia vanished from sight.

“Well, that debunks one of my suspicions,” Cadance mused.

An unspoken admission passed between the two alicorns.

“Yes, that particular attraction is certainly one-sided,” Luna confirmed, refusing to address the implication.

Twilight tilted her head, scowling at the other princesses, her horn glowing ever brighter as she strained against the door.

Cadance giggled and terminated the spell binding the door. With a horrible wrenching sound, the door was torn entirely off its hinges and fell to the side with a mighty boom.

“Yes!” Twilight squealed as three stallions immediately stormed into the chamber.

Twilight flagged her tail and bent her forelegs in the classic head-down-ass-up position. One of the three was a tall, lanky stallion Luna didn’t recognize. He walked straight to her, his frame towering over her as he wordlessly mounted her and began poking at her asshole with his massive tool. The second, a rather plump fellow, crawled under the first, lying on his back and thrusting immediately up into her love canal. The third trotted around to her front and sat, his erection standing tall in front of her. Twilight’s horn ignited, stroking his shaft lightly.

Luna could feel herself winking at the sight before her -- she almost wanted to jump one of the stallions herself.

The door to the northern hall slammed open. Starlight Glimmer stormed into the throne room, her teeth clenched in a rage.

“He teleported,” she seethed. “Which one of you did it?”

Luna tilted her head in confusion. “Which one of us did what?” she asked.

“Sunburst! We were…” she stopped and gestured at Twilight awkwardly. “And then he disappeared! I could smell the magic in the air, and I know he literally couldn’t teleport to save his life. So, who did it?”

“That… might have been an accident,” Cadance offered. “We cast a spell to keep ponies who weren’t interested in Twilight out of the castle. He should be… wherever he last dreamed.”

Starlight glared at Cadance as her horn brightened, and with a pop, she was gone, too.

“Auntie Luna?”

“Hmm?”

“If Starlight is still here, does that mean…?”

Luna shook her head. “We cannot know for sure -- she lives here in the castle, which is within the shield. Since this is where she last slept, it would create an infinite recursion loop if she were teleported. When infinite recursion would happen, a spell simply fails to operate on a target.”

“Ah,” Cadance mused on that for another moment. Twilight gasped and moaned in pleasure next to them before suddenly gagging on a stallion’s intruding member.

It was going to be a long day.

“I think it’s time for you to return home. The fervor has moved on,” Reliquary observed idly.

Star Tracker peered out the window. The news hadn’t printed anything more about him, though it was still printing articles about Princess Twilight, and judging from the commotion in the street, there was an entirely different kerfuffle going down in Canterlot now, though he couldn’t make out what it was about this time.

“Yeah, okay. I’m sorry for…” he paused, gesturing around the house. “For everything.”

“It’s not a problem,” Reliquary replied with a smile. “I can’t blame you. You have a lot on your mind, and it’s not like you owe it to me.”

“Thanks,” Star Tracker replied, his hoof on the door handle. “Can we try not to make things awkward at work?”

“Unless you want to change your mind and have a quickie in the staff room,” she joked. “I think we’ll be fine. It’s not the first time I’ve been turned down by a coworker.”

“Um… thanks.”

Star Tracker nodded and stepped out into the street. It was fairly early in the morning, but he could hear a considerable commotion coming from up ahead. A crowd was coming down the road, straight toward him, and he could see the uniform of a Canterlot Tribune reporter. Glancing around quickly, he saw a stack of crates next to a nearby fence. He deftly hopped the fence and took cover behind the crates.

He could barely see the street from his hiding place, so he hoped no one on the street could see him. The clattering of hooves on cobblestone grew louder as the ponies approached, and from his hiding place, he could see three of the Wonderbolts: Spitfire, Soarin, and Thunderlane, if his memory of the Wonderbolts exhibit was accurate. They trotted alongside the reporter and a small crowd was gathered around them.

The reporter’s questioning started to become clear as she hollered over the noisy rabble. “Everypony wants to know, why did you abandon your performance? What does Princess Twilight have to do with this?”

“We’re gonna fuck Princess Twilight,” Spitfire replied.

“I have to breed Princess Twilight,” Soarin agreed.

“But the latest reports suggest that Princess Twilight is already seeing somepony else,” the reporter argued.

“Doesn’t matter,” Thunderlane replied. “She will consent. And if he gets in the way, he will be removed.”

The crowd erupted in gasps. Star Tracker tried to make himself as small as he could, hoping nopony would see.

“Are you saying you’ll rape the princess?” the reporter continued, seemingly stunned by the response.

“If that’s what it has to be,” Soarin replied.

Star Tracker froze. Twilight had done something horrible to him. At least, that’s what he thought he was supposed to feel, but he still wasn’t sure if he did. Yet now somepony was plotting something horrible against her. Even if what she had done was horrible, no one was deserving of that. He would never be able to live with himself if he allowed that to happen.

He glanced down the road -- the train station wasn’t far. They would be in Ponyville in three hours, plus however long it took for the train to depart. There was no way he could possibly warn her in time -- the train line was his only option.

He glanced up the road toward Canterlot Castle. The street was nearly empty. The crowd had nearly passed him entirely, and nopony seemed to be following behind.

Celestia or Luna would help if he could convince them. It was the only chance he had! Steeling himself, he dashed out from behind the crates and straight up toward the castle, his hooves clattering loudly against the stone streets.

If anypony in the crowd behind noticed, they didn’t chase.

Applejack stood at the bottom of the stairs, rubbing her aching pussy against the upright of the banister as she debated what to do. Big Macintosh had remained upstairs, and neither Sugar Belle nor Rainbow Dash had returned yet.

The banister spread her pussy lips ever so slightly as she ground against it. The rounded wood was far too thick to do anything more than rub, but the little bit of teasing she could get was helping with the itch - even if it wasn’t going to help at all in the long term.

The door pushed open, and much to her surprise, Sugar Belle and Rainbow Dash both returned, seemingly in good spirits. Applejack slowly sat, trying to mask what she had just been doing as she slid her nethers down the wooden post of the banister. She was thankful it had a proper finish; no risk of splinters and the smooth, cool finish glided along her labia wonderfully. The other two mares sat down at one of the shop’s few tables and beckoned her over.

“Applejack,” Rainbow Dash commanded, trotting to one of the tables. “We need to talk.”

Applejack swallowed hard as she stood back up and stepped forward, leaving a sticky trail between herself and the banister. She knew Rainbow Dash like no other pony did. And that was a tone of voice that was to be unquestioned. Applejack joined Rainbow at the table.

“Uh, is everything alright, Sugarcube?” Applejack asked.

Not one to waste time on explanations, Rainbow Dash blurted out what was on her mind. “I want Big Macintosh to stud me so we can raise a foal.”

Applejack stared at Rainbow Dash in stunned silence.

“Perhaps you could have phrased that a little bit more delicately?” Sugar Belle suggested as she brought over some wine glasses and a bottle of apple wine. “Applejack, I’m sorry. She didn’t explain--”

Applejack raised a hoof to silence Sugar Belle. “No, it’s okay. I’ve been doing some thinking and came to a similar conclusion. I was actually going to ask her if she was willing to do it. That is, uh, if you are okay with it, Sugar Belle.”

“I do have one condition,” Sugar Belle replied, pouring out the wine, “and I’ve already spoken to Rainbow about it, and she has agreed.” Applejack looked at Rainbow Dash. Dash looked back sheepishly and nodded. Sugar Belle continued,“But we still need to talk to Macky.”

“I, uh… kinda... already have,” Applejack confessed. “Like I said, I already had the idea myself. He said he was willing as long as you are there, Sugar Belle. He wants to make sure you are okay with it. And, if you want it, he wants you to get some action as well.”

“But… how could I?” Sugar Belle asked, confused. “There’s only one of him and he’ll be--”

Applejack and Rainbow both laughed as Sugar Belle stared between them in confusion. “I don’t...” she began protesting, but then it dawned on her. Big Mac did say he loved it when Twilight had… “Oh, my.”

A clattering came from upstairs. The three mares looked up at the staircase as the door gently opened.

Big Macintosh stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at the three of them. Their synchronous gaze made him slightly uncomfortable. “Uh… should I not be here?”

“We need to talk,” Sugar Belle replied, a no-nonsense tone in her voice. “Come here.” Big Macintosh tucked his tail between his legs and trotted down the stairs, terrified of what his wife might be so upset about.

As he approached the table, Sugar Belle thrust a hoof out at Rainbow Dash. “I believe she has something she needs to say to you.”

Big Mac turned to face Rainbow Dash, expecting some sort of apology for her brashness that almost cost him his dick. Instead, what she said nearly floored him.

Rainbow Dash fluttered her eyes at him and smiled sweetly. “Would you please fuel my foal factory with your baby batter?”

Applejack’s drink sprayed across the table as she burst out into a fit of laughter.

Rainbow glared at Applejack. “What? I’m trying to be serious here!”

Her desperate attempt at denial put Sugar Belle into giggles as well, forcing Big Macintosh to talk over their noise.

“That was trying to be serious?” he asked.

Rainbow glared at him, and he recoiled. Seeing his response, she softened. “I am being serious,” she said. “Isn’t that how dirty talk is supposed to work?”

Applejack’s laughter redoubled.

Big Mac’s eyes darted between the two mares who were trying to get their laughter under control. “You… really are okay with this?” he asked nopony in particular.

“Mm-hmm.”
“Sure.”
“Yes.”

Three answers nearly simultaneously. Three affirmative answers. Big Macintosh sat on his haunches, searching for any sign of dishonesty or tomfoolery. There was none.

He nodded. “Well, okay, then. When?”

“Right now,” Rainbow replied. “It’s the best timing - the Wonderbolts season will end right about the time I’ll be getting too big to perform, and then I work off the baby weight while I prepare for next year.”

Big Macintosh couldn’t help but notice Applejack and Sugar Belle were almost giddy with excitement. Rainbow Dash was verbally consenting to the act, but Big Macintosh wasn’t so sure. She was a lesbian -- there was no way she really wanted to have sex with him, and he wasn’t entirely convinced she really wanted to go through with it just for a baby.

“I…” Big Macintosh didn’t even know what to say. There were so many questions running through his mind. He settled on, “Are you sure you want to be with a stallion?”

“I can’t say there’s a real desire for your dick, no. But I want to do this. For Applejack. Besides, I’m no stranger to strap-ons.” Rainbow Dash nodded toward Applejack. “It can’t be that much different.”

Big Macintosh glanced at his sister, who was flushed in embarrassment. That was one thing he didn’t need to know about her.

“Strap-ons aren’t quite like real...” Applejack began arguing softly, but if Rainbow Dash heard her, there was no indication as Rainbow Dash plowed forward with her idea.

“But, just to be sure, I was thinking Applejack and I could grind against each other while you’re doing it, so I can close my eyes and pretend it is her.”

Sugar Belle and Applejack exchanged glances.

“How exactly are you proposing that works with, um, positions?” Sugar Belle asked.

“Like this!” Rainbow Dash replied, shoving Applejack prone on the bench.

Applejack fell on her back, suddenly finding herself face to face with her wife - who was rapidly coming in for a kiss. Applejack parted her lips, pressing them against Rainbow’s and darting her tongue into the mare’s mouth. The taste of the apple wine mixed with Rainbow’s familiar lips helped Applejack relax and she went limp in her wife’s embrace.

It wasn’t long before Rainbow began grinding against AJ, the rainbow tail teasing against her clit and giving Applejack some of the relief she’d been so desperate for. Something she’d needed ever since they had left...

… Twilight’s castle.

“Every single mare you interacted with has been hopelessly excitable -- they have all entered estrus early this year. Your heat seems to be affecting mares in some way.”

Cadance’s words rang through Applejack’s mind. She had been incredibly horny ever since then.

And thinking about it was only making it worse. Applejack reached out with her forelegs and pulled Rainbow Dash close, grinding herself against her wife, closing her eyes and trying to lose herself in the sensation. It wasn’t exactly the pleasure she wanted -- this was hardly the ideal angle for grinding, but it was something.

Rainbow Dash let out a squeak as Big Macintosh came up behind her. Rainbow’s eyes were clamped shut and Applejack could feel Rainbow tense up.

“It’s alright,” Applejack whispered in her ear. “I’m right here.”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Rainbow replied. “Just new to this.”

“Just relax,” Applejack encouraged.

“Nnngh,” was the only response Rainbow groaned out as her folds were slowly parted by Big Macintosh’s endowment, her heat providing lubrication for his entry. Rainbow Dash had stopped moving, her body frozen. Applejack grinded against her wife again encouragingly, just a little harder this time.

After a moment, Big Macintosh started to rock slowly. Rainbow Dash’s eyes fluttered open as he moved, immediately locking her gaze onto Applejack’s. “Are you sure you’re okay, sugarcube?” Applejack asked softly.

“Yeah,” Rainbow Dash whispered. “Just… keep looking into my eyes. I want to see you. I want to be thinking of nothing but you.”

The two mares held each other close, occasionally kissing lightly, but mostly just gazing into each other’s eyes as Big Macintosh moved. Applejack couldn’t feel what Rainbow Dash was feeling, but her wife’s soft little grunts and moans left her envious.

“I love you so much,” Rainbow whispered.

“I love you too, Dashie,” Applejack replied.

With each thrust, Rainbow Dash squeaked ever so slightly. Applejack could help but love how cute she sounded. They smiled at each other, and then Rainbow’s eyes closed and her lips locked with Applejack’s. Their tongues writhed around in the dance of the lovers kiss, even as Rainbow exhaled ever so slightly with each of his thrusts.

“Need to go... faster…” Big Mac grunted.

Applejack opened her eyes as two large red hooves came down on either side of her. She looked over Rainbow’s shoulder and saw Big Mac lowering himself down over Rainbow’s back into a proper covering position. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and when he began moving again, it was not with the slow, gentle strokes he’d been doing only moments before.

She was stuck now. Because of the position they were in, every thrust caused her brother’s massive balls to slap against her labia, and the power of his thrusts rocked her as if she was being rutted herself. And each thrust elicited a cute little grunt from her wife on her chest - the voice that always turned her on so much. But now it was combined with the heavy, masculine breathing of the stallion over her.

Rainbow had released her lips and curled her body up slightly, her head buried in Applejack’s chest. Applejack wrapped her forehooves around her wife again, holding her tightly. But now the worst part was that his head stuck out above Rainbow’s prismatic mane, where she could see his face contorted with pleasure; each stroke giving him the wonderful sensation of exploring Rainbow’s tight canal. His quiet grunts filled her senses. All she was getting was the tease of his balls against her pussy, but from where she lay it was almost as if he was rutting her himself.

Applejack swallowed hard and tried to focus on Rainbow Dash. She could feel the warm wetness from her wife’s heat spilling down onto her thighs. She tried to focus on that warmth, but the slapping sound of flesh against flesh accompanied with the sensations of his balls; the adorable sounds Rainbow kept making; the staggeringly sexy grunts of the stallion above her --

She shouldn’t be imagining this. She shouldn’t be desiring this.

There had to be something she could distract herself with. Where was Sugar Belle?

She turned her head from side to side, but couldn’t see Sugar Belle anywhere. Had the poor mare fled?

Something hard brushed against her dock and she tried to glance down, but with Rainbow on top of her she couldn’t get a proper look. A flash of mulberry mane told her that Sugar Belle was down there, however. The delicate, hesitant touch of an inexperienced mare’s hoof began grinding into her pussy. Applejack gasped at the unexpected caress, squeezing Rainbow even tighter.

An electric thrill ran up and down her spine and she groaned out with satisfaction. Then, she made the mistake of looking up again. Big Macintosh was above her still, but now his eyes were open as he thrusted. He was looking at her. She looked back at him. Their eyes met as the room was filled with a chorus of satisfied, happy moaning. Was he having the same bizarre wish that she was?

No, Applejack. Stop thinking about it. It’s wrong.

Judging from his expressions and the way he was starting to speed up, she was fairly certain Big Macintosh was getting close to his limit, and yet their eyes stayed locked together. The hoof down below continued unabated.

He was being such a gentlecolt. The way he seemed to move only when Rainbow was ready. The way he maintained eye contact...

I wish the mare he was studding was me.

The thought came to her mind, entirely unbidden. A smile came to her lips. And he smiled back.

Suddenly, Rainbow’s head shot back up, obscuring the sight of her brother again.

“Something…~” Rainbow gasped, writhing against her. “Getting bigger!”

“He’s just flaring,” Applejack whispered. “It’s almost over.”

A long groan from Big Macintosh followed almost immediately afterward, punctuated by a couple of softer grunts -- the telltale sound of a stallion breeding his mare. Applejack felt the hooves around her nearly crushing her ribcage.

Then the room flashed brightly for the briefest of moments, and Applejack had to blink away the light. The hoof on her nethers stopped. Rainbow Dash groaned, her hooves suddenly scrabbling at the bench.

“Twilight,” Dash moaned. It was a strangely erotic moan.

“Twilight?” Applejack blurted.

“Twilight,” Sugar Belle echoed.

Applejack let go of her struggling marefriend, who wriggled away and immediately moved toward the door. Sugar Belle followed right behind her.

“Wait, what? Where are you going?” Applejack called.

“I have to see Twilight,” Sugar Belle replied.

A prismatic contrail of light was visible through the door - Dash was already gone. The door slammed shut.

Big Macintosh had fallen backward onto his haunches, his shaft receding as he watched the two mares go. He was still panting and gasping for breath, staring at the door in wordless confusion.

“Did they both suddenly change their mind?” Applejack wondered aloud.

Big Macintosh didn’t even seem to notice her, his head hung low. “Don’t know,” he replied. Applejack winced - the tone of his voice sounded… wounded. She could tell he was overwhelmed with guilt over what had just happened. She went over to embrace him, but he held up a hoof.

Applejack stopped. “Big Mac… Is everything okay?”

“Eeenope,” Big Macintosh said softly. “I…”

“You…?”

“I was… imagining…” He suddenly looked up at her, anger, hurt and fear all mixing together in his trembling voice. “How could you even look at me?”

Applejack continued to gaze softly at her brother’s grief-stricken face. All concern for the other mares’ sudden departures was gone. “It’s okay, Big Mac. I told you it was okay. I’m not upset with you. And even if I was, it was Rainbow’s--”

“It’s not about her,” he yelled, but almost immediately became withdrawn again, his anger short and hot.

“Then, what…”

“I opened my eyes. And I saw you.”

Applejack swallowed thickly. She really didn’t want to have to admit what she was really thinking in those moments. “I’m sorry,” Applejack murmured. “I should have looked away.”

“You were looking away,” he clarified. “Your mane was… splayed out. You were rocking with my body. It was like I was rutting you. And…”

“It’s okay, Big Mac. You weren’t rutting me.” Applejack smiled softly and leaned in to embrace him, but once again he stopped her. As she fell back again, she noticed his erection beginning to grow again - was that why he kept pushing her away? She tried not to stare.

“But I was imagining it!” he blurted. “And then you… you looked back at me. And you smiled. And that smile was the most beautiful thing. So I smiled back, and we gazed at each other and suddenly…” He stopped, mouth moving wordlessly.

“... And suddenly?” Applejack wondered, encouraging him to continue.

“... I had to.” He replied. “I had to fill… you. I had to give you my seed. And before I knew it, I was unloading into you.”

“But you weren’t,” Applejack pointed out. “It was Rainbow Dash.” She tried to restrain herself from getting too excited. This was not the right time. Not the right place.

“I know that, but…” He tapped his head with his hoof. “That wasn’t what was going on up here.”

He was having similar thoughts.

Applejack withdrew from him. She knew it was something she shouldn’t be even thinking about, but her body didn’t care - her marehood was winking wildly behind her. Fortunately, she didn’t have to do anything to hide it like he did. “… Was it good?”

“What?”

Tarnation, Applejack, what are you doing?

“Did it feel good to… cum in your sister?”

“Applejack!” he shouted. “You can’t seriously be asking-”

“I can. And I am,” she retorted.

Even despite his efforts to hide it, his erection was now clearly visible. She tried to pay it no mind, but could tell she was failing. He shuffled uncomfortably.

“... Yes,” he finally confessed. “It was… incredible.”

Applejack nodded to herself. She now knew what she …

What she feared?

What she suspected?

What she desired?

It was her turn to confess. “You know, I actually wanted it,” she replied with a wry smile.

His jaw hung open, his eyes darting between her face and her nethers and wherever else he could look that wasn’t incriminating.

“When you started thrusting, your balls would brush my clit with each thrust. It drove me wild.” Applejack sighed, briefly reliving the scene in her mind. “And the rocking back and forth… I was wanting a stallion to rut me so badly. And then I looked up, and saw you. And you looked so.... Handsome. Gentle. Compassionate. And I realized that you were treating Rainbow Dash with so much care. So I smiled. And our eyes met.”

She couldn’t take any more. She leaned into Big Macintosh’s chest - and this time, he did not rebuff her advance.

“And I kinda wished that you were treating me with that same gentle love and care.” She snuggled into his chest and closed her eyes. His massive forelegs came down and hugged her tight.

“I love you, Applejack,” he whispered in her ear.

“I love you, too, brother,” she replied. She could feel her marehood going crazy, but … right now, it didn’t matter. His embrace was enough.

They sat there for several minutes. Big Mac occasionally would shift uncomfortably, but Applejack didn’t mind. When she finally opened her eyes, her brother’s shaft was mere inches away from her face - and still rock hard. Without a word, she caressed it softly with her free forehoof. She could hear him suck in a breath above him. But he said nothing, so she continued. And it seemed to grow even bigger in her hoof.

It has been a long time since she had been with a stallion. She wasn’t sure if she even had the technique anymore, but that didn’t matter to her anymore. She lowered her head slowly to his shaft, her mouth parting to take in the wide girth of it.

Big Mac let out a breath slowly through his teeth as her warm lips wrapped around his length. She slowly withdrew until she had nothing more than the tip remaining, and traced the edges of his glans with her tongue. He shivered, but did not stop her as she plunged slowly downward again, taking it as deep as she could go.

“Oh goddess,” Big Macintosh groaned.

Applejack smiled around his length as she went deeper. His head reached the back of her throat and she felt a gag surfacing, forcing her to withdraw again.

“You didn’t…” he breathed heavily. “You didn’t get to finish, did you?”

Applejack shook her head gently, making sure not to hurt the pillar of love in her mouth.

Suddenly, she was lifted up by his strong hooves. His dick popped out of her mouth as he pulled away, and she felt herself come to rest with her back on a bench. His mouth was down near her nethers now, and he wasted no time, his tongue tracing her labia and teasing her clit as he came around the top. Her clit winked so powerfully that she felt it through her entire body.

His tongue worked up and down her folds, darting in and out; teasing her clit every time she winked. Applejack gasped and squealed with each touch. She could feel her entire body tightening, begging for release as he continued.

She raced closer and closer to the edge, and just when she thought she would pass that moment of no return, he stopped, his tongue tracing up to her teats. He latched on, suckling on one teat and teasing the other with a hoof. Applejack’s head dropped back to the bench as she cried out in ecstasy and desperation. He switched teats after a moment, and a hoof began exploring her marehood again.

She shouldn’t be enjoying this. Why was she letting him do this?

… Why wasn’t she making him rut her until she couldn’t walk?

He withdrew from the second teat and began licking up her chest slowly, planting kisses as he rose. He reached her neck, nipping at the sides of it. Applejack shuddered at his touch. He continued upward, kissing at her cheek, and licking softly up to the base of her ear. Her ears twitched at the tickling sensation.

“I want you, AJ,” those lips whispered.

She grasped his head and pulled him down into a deep kiss. He shifted slightly, clambering closer but not breaking contact with her lips. She could feel the head of his cock at the entrance of her love canal. She pulled her lips away.

“Fuck me,” she begged.

He pushed forward. She felt the searing hot warmth of his shaft part her lower lips as he leaned into her. Her pussy winked uncontrollably as his shaft slowly pressed deeper and deeper, finally resting against her needy cervix. He withdrew just as slowly, that sweet compassion he had held for Rainbow Dash just as present now, in this moment of closeness.

He continued to move slowly and cautiously, but right now, that wasn’t what she wanted. Her body was begging for something else.

“Harder,” her voice croaked out between groans of pleasure. “Just like you imagined, Big Mac. Stud your little sister.”

He withdrew again. “Eeyup,” he whispered.

When he thrust forward again, it was no longer gentle. It was the bucking a wild stallion who had lost all sense of control. She felt him slam into her pussy, again and again - his thick shaft grinding against her winking clit.

The cliff that she had nearly gone over moments before was rapidly approaching again, her entire body screaming out for climax -- and then the cliff was gone, lost somewhere in the distance behind her. Her body clamped down on the intruding flesh, squeezing and milking his shaft, begging him for something more. Her fluids gushed forth, soaking his balls and her tail with her emission, and yet he did not slow. His hips continued to slam forward, dragging her orgasm out for nearly half a minute as she convulsed, moaned, and cried out his name until his thrusts grew more and more erratic.

He groaned and grunted. “Applejack!” his voice sounded out, shaky and desperate.

“Big Mac!” she replied, nearly screaming his name.

“I want to raise your foal,” he rasped, still pounding away relentlessly.

Time seemed to stand still, and her entire world was nothing but the hulking stallion above her, slamming into her cunt with abandon. Her mind told her this was wrong, but the fire in her chest demanded relief.

“I want nothing more,” Applejack groaned. “Give me a child.”

Almost immediately, he slammed himself to the hilt. She felt the head pop through her cervix, swelling up wide. Her love juices splattered against him as she immediately seized up in a full body orgasm, clenching down on the throbbing, swollen shaft inside of her that was kicking and pulsing as it flooded her womb with seed.

The swelling of his flare drove her over the edge again as she came for a third time. Her hooves grasped him and pulled him close, kissing him deeply as she nearly crushed him with her hug. The kicks and spurts of his cock slowly stilled inside of her, and her grip relaxed.

Clarity flooded her mind as she came down from the orgasm.

What had she just done?!

She looked up at her brother. His expression was equally conflicted as he dismounted her, his cock pulling out with a sucking *pop*. A gush of their combined fluids spilled out and soaked her tail, audibly dripping down from the bench and onto the floor.

“I…” Big Mac’s voice was trembling. “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have…!”

“No!” Applejack countered. “I wanted it. I know it’s wrong, but…”

“I wanted it, too.”

Their eyes met. Applejack shook her head.

“What are we doin’, Mac?” she cried. “How are we gonna explain this? Not only are we married to other ponies, we’re siblings.”

His reply was delayed, and when it finally came out, there was a hint of sadness in his voice.

“Eeyup.”

Author's Note

We're almost to the goal line, here. One bonus Rarity chapter, one or two regular chapters, and an epilogue remain. I'm hoping to have the story finished before mid-August so I can go finish other things.

Interlewd - Rarity

Rarity was laying in her bed, blissfully enjoying a brief moment with her preferred toy, when somepony knocked on the door of the boutique. She froze, hoping the visitor would simply leave, but after a few moments, the knocking happened again - this time louder. It was her normal business hours, but she had closed the shop for several days now because of her heat, and she hadn’t been outside even for a moment.

But there were several ponies who wouldn’t take a closed door as anything but a challenge. Rarity set her toy aside and stepped out into the hall. The window in the hall overlooked the front of the Boutique, and she peered out the window just in time to see and hear Apple Bloom pound on the door for the third time. Her husband, Tender Taps, stood right beside her.

“Apple Bloom!” Rarity called down. “The Boutique is closed right now. Is there something else I can help you with?”

Tender Taps looked up at Rarity and tipped his hat. “Oh, howdy, ma’am. If you please, we have an emergency job that needs to be done. I’ve got a performance tonight in Manehattan, and I’ve ripped my leotard while practicing and I must have a new one. I apologize, seein’ as you’re not lookin’ to work right now, but it shouldn’t take a talented seamstress like yourself more than a few moments of your time, and I promise, we will pay you far more than your normal rates.”

“Pleeeeease?” Apple Bloom begged.

Tender Taps had gotten into theater and had helped Sweetie Belle get into the entertainment industry via his own connections. Sweetie Belle had taken that opening and gotten into film, where she was now one of the most successful ponies in the movie industry. Rarity did feel a debt of gratitude toward Tender Taps for that.

She sighed heavily. She might in heat, but she wasn’t a mad mare - she could control herself around a stallion for just a short while. “Alright, fine,” Rarity replied. “But only because I owe you a favor.” A moment later, she was at the door letting the young couple inside.

“Thank you, Rarity!” Apple Bloom beamed, throwing her forelegs around Rarity’s neck. “Oh, it’s so good to see you again.”

“Likewise,” Rarity replied, hugging the young mare back. Tender Taps just stood idly to the side, smiling handsomely.

Don’t make eye contact, Rarity chided herself.

“There’s a problem with the designs of these leotards,” Apple Bloom continued. “You see, they’re stretched skin tight. I keep telling them that they need to account for arousal with stallions, but they never listen.”

Rarity’s eyebrow twitched. “I beg your pardon?”

“During my routine for this show,” Tender Taps cut in, “the leotard rubs against ‘im if you catch my drift. And he comes peeking out.”

“He’s very well endowed,” Apple Bloom explained matter-of-factly. “So when his dick comes out in the middle of a performance, it puts a huge strain on the fabric around there.”

“But it’s a leotard,” Rarity argued. “The fabric should be designed to stretch.”

“It does, ma’am, but it also holds me in a vise-like grip throughout a performance, and sometimes it, uh…”

“He blows his load,” Apple Bloom finished. “And you know what a stallion’s dick does when he finishes? Well, Tender’s grows a bit too much, and it sometimes splits the fabric right in two.”

Rarity blinked at the pair, trying desperately to control her winking clit as she processed what they were saying.

Apple Bloom smiled broadly. “I was thinking if you could add just a bit of material so that there’s more room to stretch, he would stop having quite so many ‘accidents’ on stage.

“Um, alright. Ahem,” Rarity cleared her throat and swallowed the copious drool that was traitorously pooling under her tongue. “Tender, if you would, please step up on the podium. I’ll need to take some measurements.”

Tender Taps stepped up on the raised platform as Rarity floated over her measuring tape. The seamstress immediately got to work, trying to stay as professional as possible in her current state, but as she went to measure his barrel, she was given pause at the sight of his massive dong, standing at attention beneath him.

The smell was heavenly. The size was majestic. Rarity could feel her marehood winking as if it were screaming to be filled. She shook her head violently. Stallions can’t always control that, she reminded herself. It wasn’t uncommon for them to be aroused during measurements.

“It needs to be skin tight even when he’s aroused,” Apple Bloom reminded her. “Don’t be afraid to measure it so you can account for it.”

Rarity closed her eyes and inhaled sharply, trying to will her thoughts away, but the intense musk that filtered through her sinuses was driving her mad. She held her breath, forcing herself to think about anything else.

Apple Bloom’s lips brushed Rarity’s ear. “You’re winking,” she whispered. “It’s okay. Go ahead and take him for a ride.”

“But you’re married,” Rarity immediately objected.

“It’s okay,” Apple Bloom said softly. “I like to watch. Especially when it’s a new mare.”

“And I don’t have time to raise children,” Rarity continued. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m in heat!”

“Yes, I noticed,” Tender Taps replied, his normally tenor voice now low and husky.

“Rarity,” Apple Bloom chimed in. “Have I ever asked you to make a maternity gown for me?”

Rarity cocked her head to the side, thinking. “Well, no… but...”

“I have several children already,” Apple Bloom continued. “And I want more.”

“Then why don’t the two of you--”

“Can’t,” Tender responded almost immediately. “Apple Bloom can’t carry her own foal.”

“You… you can’t?” Rarity gasped.

“Remember when I got real sick after high school?” Apple Bloom asked. “Turns out they found several massive cysts that were going to eventually kill me if they weren’t removed.”

“Bilateral oophorectomy,” Tender Taps said. “Her ovaries were surgically removed.”

“It is heat season,” Apple Bloom continued. “I’m not a fool. But I think you could benefit from it more than you know.”

“Benefit from what?” Rarity replied, confused.

“Being pregnant. You could offer a new line of maternity clothing, tailored to your own experiences. And you could model them yourself!”

Rarity shook her head. It was crazy to even consider it, but she was considering it all the same.

“Besides, he’s ready to fuck,” Apple Bloom continued, gesturing at Tender Taps. “Just look at that thing! And when he flares out would be the perfect time to get his measurements, too, so you can account for all of the stretching!”

I want to taste it. The thought came to her mind unbidden.

Rarity bit her tongue. “I really don’t think this is such a good idea,” Rarity replied, fighting her baser instincts.

“If you won’t fuck him, I will,” Apple Bloom replied. “It’s fine. But you clearly want to watch at the very least, so why don’t you help him out yourself?

Rarity’s body burned for attention. The object of her needs was right in front of her. Her heat had never been this bad before and she couldn’t stop staring. “Then I will help him get off so I can take the proper measurements at the proper time. But that’s all!” She could scarcely believe the words coming out of her own mouth.

Tender Taps shuffled to the edge of the platform, giving Rarity room to stand under him comfortably. Now that she was right in front of it, Rarity looked up at the sheer size of his breeding tool in awe.

Taste it, her body screamed at her. Take it all.

Ever so gently, Rarity softly licked the tip of his cockhead, a tiny bead of pre spreading on her tongue. The taste was marvelous. Her tongue spread the slick substance across and around the stallion’s ridges as her tongue wrapped his tool in a delicate embrace.

I’ve missed this.

It didn’t take long before Rarity wrapped her lips around the end of his shaft, slowly taking it in. Deeper, deeper, testing her limits. She could hear Tender Taps heart thumping above her, and she could feel the hitching in his chest as he breathed unsteadily under her ministrations.

She pulled off of the mammoth rod and heard a soft, wet sound behind her. She peered back to see Apple Bloom masturbating furiously. Her yellow hooves slowed as Rarity stared.

“Don’t mind me, Rarity,” Apple Bloom moaned. “Just keep going!”

This is so weird, but… if she really wants a show...

Rarity returned to the spit-slickened shaft in front of her, taking it fully into her mouth again. She peered at Apple Bloom out of the corner of her eye, and then took a deep breath, sinking more and more of Tender’s titan into her throat, which visibly bulged out as she went further and further down. Rarity pressed forward slowly, savoring every inch as she showed off her oral skills. After a moment, she felt Tender’s balls tapping softly against her chin - a sign that she had taken the entire thing. “Holy f----” Tender groaned out above Rarity, punctuated by the gushing sound of a maregasm splashing against the boutique floor.

Rarity’s jaw hurt; despite her practice, this was still the biggest, longest dick she had ever taken. It was incredible. She slowly began to withdraw as she could feel her need for air rising. As she let off his dick with a pop, a soft, warm sensation rubbed against her tailhole.

She glanced back to see Apple Bloom tonguing her ass. Her legs grew slightly wobbly as she melted under the younger mare’s touch.

That’s dirty.

Rarity suddenly yelped and turned on Apple Bloom, a flash of anger immediately defused as Apple Bloom seized her lips and kissed her deeply and passionately. Rarity’s eyes went wide, expecting the taste of her own ass, but instead could taste only fresh semen - the young farmer had clearly just finished sucking off somepony before their visit.

More, her body reminder her. That taste was what she craved.

Rarity wasn’t into mares at all, but right then she was too horny to even care. She leaned into the kiss, desperately trying to get more of the taste from Apple Bloom. Apple Bloom did not kiss like a stallion, she idly noticed. It wasn’t what she was used to, but her tender kiss was so much more… delicate. Refined. Gentle. Everything she never expected a kiss to be, and certainly not one from an Apple.

Tender climbed over her, his hooves clambered onto Rarity’s back. She felt his cock brush between her teats as he thrust against her, teasing but not penetrating. He peered down at her as the two mares continued to kiss, and Rarity opened her eyes to meet his gaze.

MORE.

Her body was begging again. Yearning to be filled. She knew what he wanted, and she knew what her body wanted, too. She nodded ever so slightly, not letting go of Apple Bloom’s lips.

With a slight shift of his body, her folds parted. A slick, warm shaft heated her insides as he drove deeper and deeper into her depths. Unable to keep from crying out, she pulled away from Apple Bloom and gasped loudly.

“Mmmm, fuck…” she groaned in an unladylike fashion as his cock met her cervix. It had been far too long since a stallion had taken her that deeply, and she had never met one that could do it quite so easily. “Fuck … me…” she moaned.

Tender Taps was all too eager to oblige, but the feeling of emptiness when his girth withdrew was incomparable to any she’d ever felt before. She pushed back, desperately trying to hold him inside but to no avail. He withdrew until nothing but the tip remained before thrusting forward quickly, driving his spire to her cervix again.

Rarity never knew that having a stallion knock on her door would be so amazing. She mewled and tensed as he continued to strike at it again and again. Her teats bounced with each stroke until a warm mouth began teasing at her nipple - Apple Bloom was below her now, mouth on one of Rarity’s teats. The young mare was mashing her own clit with one hoof as the other reached up to play with the other teat.

The world was nothing more than bliss. Lightning shot up Rarity’s spine as an orgasm overtook her. She clamped down on the incredible cock spreading her cunt lips and filling her depths. Tender Taps didn’t slow as Rarity’s entire being seemed to try and swallow him up. Her womb itself begged for more as she came, allowing Tender’s tip to poke through her cervix as he pounded away. Shorter thrusts - more erratic. He was close. She felt him flaring out. Warmth flooded her core in a way she’d never felt before as his colossal stallionhood jerked and jumped within her.

Tender Taps remained inside of her, unmoving. Rarity gasped and panted. It had been the most amazing sex she’d ever had, even if it was a little on the quick side. Apple Bloom continued to thrash at her own canal with a hoof, while her lips continued to tease at Rarity’s teats. Clearly, the mare was not finished yet.

“Are you alright?” Tender asked above her.

“I’m more than alright,” Rarity purred. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Tender replied. “I’ve got plenty more where that came from.”

And he began to move again.

Rarity couldn’t be happier.

A Tough Act to Swallow

“Oh, goddess. Twilight, you are so fucking beautiful.”

“Oh, Night! Yes!” she cried out. Twilight Velvet was spreadeagled, all four legs chained to the bedposts with hoofcuffs as her husband, Night Light, pounded away at her cunt, his gyrations becoming more and more frantic as he neared his limit.

Twilight squealed in anticipation of his warm seed, lost in the wonderful melodies of his labored grunting. She writhed against the chains that held her down, wanting nothing more than to feel the rhythm of his pulsing emission inside of her.

A sudden flash filled the room. “Mmm, I’m going to put a foal in Twilight!” Night Light shouted.

It was an empty threat now that she was no longer capable of bearing foals, but she loved it when Night Light talked dirty like that. His words brought her to climax, her eyes closing as she cried out in marital bliss. Her vaginal walls clamped down on his member as her entire body convulsed, all four limbs pulling at their chains -- but a strange feeling of emptiness overcame her as her fluids gushed out onto the bedding below. A feeling like he wasn’t there anymore.

She opened her eyes, gasping for breath, just in time to see Night Light walk out of the bedroom.

“Where are you going?” she called out, still breathless.

“I’m going to put a foal in Twilight,” Night Light repeated, his voice growing further distant in the hall.

“But I am Twilight,” she called. She laid there in a post-orgasmic haze of confusion for a few moments before the meaning of his statement sunk in. She teleported straight to the kitchen despite her confinement, but Night Light was already halfway across the living room, the front door already open.

A shrill whistle of a train could be heard, signaling its imminent departure. Night Light left the door open and rushed into the late morning sun.

“What is going on?” Twilight Velvet asked, following him out the door and kicking it shut behind her.

“Putting a foal in Twilight,” he repeated as he sped up to a full gallop.

Memories of Night Light helping with the younger Twilight’s heat came to her mind. Sexual education in their home had been a group activity, and their ‘family times’ were some of her most cherished memories - watching her stud unload into another mare was one of her most desired kinks, but something she could only rarely partake in.

“You mean our daughter?” she yelled behind him, trying to keep up.

“Yes, Twilight.”

No matter which way she interpreted that, it meant the same thing. She followed her husband all the way to the train station, just in time to see the caboose leaving the train platform. A flash of magic and Night Light disappeared, popping into existence again at the back of the train. Twilight did the same, barely catching the metal bars that kept ponies from leaping off the train and onto the tracks below. Uproarious applause erupted back on the platform.

“You can’t leave me like this!” she begged, gesturing to her hindquarters, still dripping from her orgasm.

“Twilight first,” Night Light replied.

His erection was hard and throbbing. Twilight seized him by the neck and slammed him to the floor of the caboose. “Twilight first,” she echoed, sliding her pussy back down on his rod.

“Where is my good-for-nothing son? Spoiling our plans again, no doubt,” Stellar Flare complained as she wandered the halls of Sunburst’s home.

“Maybe he’s finally with my daughter for once?”

Stellar snorted. “I doubt he would have the courage, Firelight. It seems like he’s terrified of having a relationship with her.”

Firelight frowned. “He does love her, though, doesn’t he?”

“Grandfoals, Firelight. I plan on spoiling my grandfoals before I grow old! And those two are not doing me any favors on that front. It’s still early; maybe he’s slept in again.”

The door to Sunburst’s bedroom opened at her touch. The two ponies peered inside. His bed was neatly made and the room was clean of any debris or trash. A somewhat seductive picture of Starlight sat on his nightstand. And no Sunburst in sight.

“I wish Starlight could clean up like this,” Firelight muttered, looking about the pristine room.

Stellar scoffed. “When he was a teenager, it was quite different.” She trotted over to the bed and hopped up on it, tail lashing irritably. “Ugh! We came all the way from Sire’s Hollow to visit and he’s not even home!? We’ve been planning this trip for a month! Where is he?”

“Well, we didn’t exactly tell them we were coming, did we?” Firelight reminded her. “You’re the one who planned for the announcement to be a surprise.” He sidled up next to the bed, a goofy smile on his face. “But you know, we could have a bit of fun while we wait for him to get back.”

She frowned and shook her head. “Not right now, Fire. I don’t want to make a mess of my son’s bed. Besides, what if he comes back?”

“Oh, come on,” Firelight begged her. “You’re an adult mare. He knows you have needs. And besides, we’ve done it in Starlight’s room back home already! I’ll clean it up any messes we make by myself. I promise.”

“No, it’s not that,” Stellar said with a chuckle. “I’m really just making excuses. Believe me, Firelight, I absolutely would love for you to light my fire. And I mean, really, absolutely fucking me until I can’t walk for a week. Unfortunately for both of us, I’m in heat, and while I want to spoil a grandfoal, I don’t plan to raise one.”

Firelight grinned. “I mean no offense, dear, but aren’t you a little old for that?”

“Probably soon,” Stellar replied dourly. “It was far less intense two years ago, and I barely even noticed last year. I wouldn’t be surprised if this was the last time.”

“Well, then.” Firelight nosed under Stellar’s tail, inhaling her scent. Stellar swatted at him with a hoof when she realized what he was doing, but it was too late.

She glared at him. “I told you, I’m-” she trailed off as she saw the condom Firelight was holding up with his magic.

“A gentlecolt always comes prepared,” Firelight said with a grin, climbing up onto the bed next to her and holding out a hoof. “I’m no fool, dear. I know you aren’t that old.”

She reached out for his outstretched foreleg. “Oh, c’mere you!”

The two middle-aged ponies wrestled about on the bed like much younger lovers, kissing and fondling each other relentlessly until Stellar Flare pinned Firelight’s head down at the foot of the bed and stole the condom away with her magic. Still levitating the condom, she made a show of opening the wrapper with her teeth, and then drew the rubber into her mouth with her tongue.

She shuffled around on his chest, leaning down over his rock-hard cock with the condom in her mouth. Ever so slowly, she rolled it onto his shaft with her lips, teasing all of his most sensitive spots as she went, and not stopping even after she had finished the job.

Firelight groaned as he felt his medial ring caress the back of her throat, but Stellar Flare was not done. She pulled away just far enough to take a deep breath before taking him as far as she could, swallowing around the spear of flesh in her throat several times. Firelight gasped as his cock was constricted in intense, undulating waves, but they were short-lived as Steller came back up. When his cock popped out of her mouth, he was fully sheathed in the condom.

“My stars, Stella, you are simply incredible,” he whispered.

She smiled at him seductively and then climbed up to ride on his erect shaft, sliding down until he was fully sunken into her velvet depths. She began to rise and fall slowly over him, loving the little grunt every time she came down on his chest again. “You’re amazing, too, Firelight,” she moaned, trying to coaxing more of that sound out of him. She began riding him just a little faster, utterly satisfied each time she fell upon his hips again, wholly disappointed in the emptiness that followed as she lifted herself up before dropping down again.

Faster and faster, Stellar Flare groaned in ecstasy as her orgasm approached. Her legs were trembling, forcing her to slow down slightly so she wouldn’t bounce herself off of his pleasure rod entirely and put his stallionhood at risk.

“Don’t stop, Stell,” Firelight groaned. “I’m--”

“--Cumming!” Sunburst screamed, popping into existence right in front of his mother. He fell backward, his entire body shaking in uncontrolled bliss as his cock, flared and throbbing, slung a jet of semen right toward her face. Simultaneously, Firelight’s love stick convulsed in her chasm below. Stellar Flare’s legs seized and her frantic riding stopped as she was caught completely off-guard by this sudden appearance, basking in the throes of her own orgasm as her son’s semen sprayed across her face.

One pulse. Two. Three.

Both cocks continued their throbbing ejaculations. Her eyes had closed just in time to prevent being blinded by cum, and she didn’t dare open them again just yet.

Four. Five.

She opened her mouth to catch some of the spunk, not yet fully cognizant of what was happening but reveling in it all the same.

Six. Seven.

She could feel Firelight tapering off, gasping for air below her, but the cock in front of her had no such inhibitions.

Eight... Nine… ...Ten.

She wiped her face with a hoof as the pulses stopped, pulling away several sticky strands of cum. As if by instinct, she licked the sticky white substance off of her hoof before gazing up at her son - or more specifically, his massive, throbbing member standing, fully flared, only inches away from her muzzle. A tantalizing stream of semen dribbled down the underside of it.

“Uggggh… That was amazing, Starlight,” Sunburst groaned.

Stellar Flare stared at the towering cock in front of her, a burning need in her nethers. This was the problem with using condoms - they didn’t do anything to help rid you of your heat. She raised her hips up and slowly lowered them back down again, appreciating the sensations of Firelight’s stallionhood in spite of the rubber barrier between them. She glanced up at Sunburst’s blissful expression.

A brief memory from when he was young surfaced - the first time he had learned about sex in school. She had taught him to use his magic to stroke himself off then, but she had no idea he would grow to have such a majestic tool.

“Hmm… I might have to adjust my plans,” she purred, leaning forward ever so slightly more each time she rose from Firelight’s slowly shrinking stallionhood.

Sunburst still didn’t realize what was happening as he laid back on the bed, spent, exhausted, and still trying to come to terms with his senses. A soft touch caressed the crown of his cock and he shuddered with delight. “Oh, sweet Luna’s moon! Starlight, that’s amazing! Don’t stop!” His whole body quivered with nervous energy.

She glanced up at Sunburst’s serene face as she began to stroke the shaft gently. Certainly he would have more endurance than Firelight.

The soft pop of magical energy sounded from behind her.

“Dad, what the heck are... SUNBURST?! What the fuck?”

Star Tracker approached the castle swiftly, but the entire route was uphill and even with his earth pony stamina, he was panting heavily as the castle gate came into view. He wasn’t used to this kind of exertion, and his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest at any moment, but he wasn’t about to let that stop him.

As he crossed the drawbridge, he noticed a distinct lack of guards. That was unusual but he didn’t stop to question it. Besides, who would he ask?

His hooves echoed loudly off of the marble floor of the massive eastern antechamber. The grand doors to Celestia’s throne room were closed and the castle was far quieter than usual, with only a fraction of the usual ponies. Some, clearly castle staff, shuffled about doing their usual work with hurried steps and not even the slightest exchange of words. Each one held a look of grave concern, and none of them paid him any mind as he shuffled up to the towering doors.

A guard stood in front of them, eyeing him warily. His spear was at the ready - a most unusually aggressive stance for any of the castle guards, much less one right in front of the throne.

“Her highness is not to be disturbed!” he growled. “Court has been canceled for the day.”

“Please, I have to talk to her,” Star Tracker begged.

“No exceptions!” the guard yelled, clacking the end of the spear against the ground menacingly.

“It’s important. Princess Twilight is in danger!”

The guard paused for a moment, eying Star Tracker up and down. “You… you’re the kid from the newspaper, aren’t you? Her boyfriend, right?” The guard had not lowered his voice at all.

Star Tracker cringed inwardly. “Y-y-yes, I suppose I am, but there may be some--”

“Wait here,” the guard commanded, slipping quietly into the throne room.

“Inaccuracies in the article…” Star Tracker trailed off. Several of the nearby castle staff were staring at him now, their attention clearly drawn to him by the guard’s announcement. He wanted to run away before anything else happened, but…

He needed to do this. It was the right thing to do.

“Are you really him?” one of the maids asked. “The stallion who slept with Twilight?”

Star Tracker broke out into a cold sweat as he tried to ignore her question. Fortunately, he was saved as the guard poked his head back out from behind the door.

“The Princess will make an exception for you. Please, enter.” The door pushed open just wide enough for Star Tracker to pass, and then the guard stepped past him, once again guarding outside the chamber, and the door slammed shut behind him.

Star Tracker had been in the throne room once for a presentation several years prior, but the room hadn’t looked so imposing before. Without the throngs of ponies scattered throughout the room, the sheer size of it became much more apparent and it made him feel very small.

A clicking noise echoed throughout the room - the sound of Princess Celestia’s regal shoes on the engraved stone floor. She was pacing back and forth, deep in thought. Star Tracker approached slowly and cautiously, looking up at the much taller mare as he came near. “Um, excuse me? Princess Celestia?”

The Princess stopped and gazed down at Star Tracker with a sad smile.

“Welcome, Star Tracker. I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced.”

“Uhh… yeah,” he sputtered. “Oh goddess, where are my manners.” Star Tracker prostrated himself before Celestia, hoping he had not offended her. “Please help.”

“That is an unusual introduction,” Celestia said, a smile on her lips. “Raise your head. There is no need to be so formal with me, especially with nopony else here to witness it.”

Star Tracker looked up trepidatiously. “I’m sorry,” he blurted. “Princess Twilight, she’s in trouble.”

Princess Celestia snorted, a peal of tittering laughter that bounced off the walls and ringing in his ears. “Pray, tell me, how is Princess Twilight in trouble?”

The twinkle in Celestia’s eye told him that she wasn’t taking this seriously. His sense of duty was faltering. “The Wonderbolts,” he blurted. “They, uh… some of them… were going to Ponyville to… well, one of them said he was going to rape her.”

A puff of hot air escaped from Celestia’s nose and washed across Star Tracker’s face. “You cannot rape the willing,” she replied with an unenthusiastic sigh. She met his gaze and held him there until he fidgeted and broke eye contact. “Twilight will be just fine. She is with Luna and Cadance.”

“I’m sorry, b-but--”

“Star Tracker.” It was a sharp statement. One that commanded attention. Star Tracker stopped talking immediately. “There is no room for apologies here,” she continued. “In fact, it is me who must apologize to you. Princess Twilight has done a foolish thing, and because of her actions, your name has been dragged through the mud by the press through no fault of your own. But she came to you that night only because I told her she needed to find relief in a stallion’s bed.”

Princess Celestia was apologizing to him? Why? Star Tracker simply stared up at her. She was so imposing up close like this. His lips trembled in fear. The Princess dropped onto her knees next to him, and then fell to her side, laying down comfortably before him - like a friend who just came over for tea. Of course, she was still Princess Celestia; her long, beautiful neck still held her head at eye level with him. Her hoof came up and touched his chin. “I am sorry. Can you ever forgive me?”

“Yes, Princess,” he said, averting his gaze and pawing at the floor with his hoof nervously, “but I don’t think you did anything wrong.”

Celestia sighed heavily and looked up at the massive stained glass window that represented Twilight’s coronation. “What Twilight did to you was a terrible thing,” she said distantly. “Of course, she had her reasons, but she still--”

“What reasons?” Star Tracker blurted suddenly. “I don’t understand or remember anything that happened. You say she’s done a terrible thing to me, but what ‘terrible thing’ has she done? Is it because she wiped my memory?” He was taking gasping breaths between sentences as he got further worked up. “So what?! If the newspaper hadn’t run that stupid story, what harm would it have done?! I would have never known! Even now, in a week’s time, who is going to even remember my name?!”

Celestia tilted her head, a slight hint of a frown on her face. “She used you for selfish gain. In wiping your memory, she has retroactively removed consent. I cannot stress the importance of this enough: She raped you.”

“I’ve seen the papers,” he spat. “I’ve seen the pictures. Look at them yourself, if you must!” He pulled Reliquary’s copy of the newspaper from his bag and threw it on the ground in front of her and thrust a hoof at the photos on the second page. “Does the stallion in the papers look like a pony being used?”

Celestia’s gaze followed his hoof, scrutinizing the photos closely. “Well, no,” she conceded. “But--”

“But nothing, Princess.” He thrust his hoof at the paper again. “You said it yourself: you cannot rape the willing. And when I look at that pony in the paper, I don’t see a Star Tracker who has been used or wronged. I see a pony who is …”

He stopped, unable to bring himself to finish the statement. Celestia simply rested her gaze upon him, waiting for him to finish.

“Who is… not me. I don’t… I don’t know how I feel about the paper,” Star Tracker admitted. “I don’t know if what Princess Twilight did was wrong, or improper, or even if what she did was perfectly normal.”

He locked eyes with Celestia. “But what I do know is that the Star Tracker who lived that day in the museum loves Princess--” he stopped. “No, not Princess. Just... Twilight Sparkle. He loves Twilight Sparkle. And maybe that’s foolish. Maybe he was just an idiot who deserves all of the mud he can be dragged through. But he loves Twilight Sparkle, and I can say without any shadow of doubt that there is no way she could have possibly raped him.” He looked up at Celestia, tears streaming down his face.

“And that pony in the paper is still me,” he continued, choking up. “I’ve loved Twilight Sparkle since the day I met her those many years ago on that zeppelin cruise. The day she set me on the right path, and inspired me to do better. To be a better pony.”

Silence. Just as Celestia was about to reply, he seemed to find a second wind. “So I’m not going to be bitter that Twilight used me!” he announced. “If anything, I am bitter that I don’t remember being used. She was, and is, the pony that I love. And she took that experience from me.”

Celestia said nothing, looking the conflicted stallion up and down as if studying his very soul. Star Tracker stood defiantly under her gaze, staring her down as her eyes wandered.

“It is clear, even if you don’t fully understand your feelings, that you feel very strongly about her. However, I would caution against believing it to be love,” Celestia warned. “You have only met her a scant few times, and what ponies show in public is often not who they really are in private.”

A wan smile fell across his features. “I do not mean to offend, but you are wrong, Princess. Love can be more than just a feeling or an emotion. Love can also be an action. I love Twilight Sparkle because I have chosen to love Twilight Sparkle. And I can choose to love her even in spite of - or even because of - her flaws and mistakes.”

“Can you really?” Celestia asked. “Do you know all of her flaws? All of her mistakes? Do you really, truly know Twilight Sparkle? Do you even know where she is now?”

He balked. “...You said she was with Luna and Cadance.”

Celestia shook her head. “While that is true, that is not a place. Right now, Twilight Sparkle is at her castle. And right now, she is likely being rutted by dozens of ponies, stallion and mare alike, willingly and repeatedly, all in a desperate bid to have a foal.”

“Have a foal? Is that why she did… what she did?” he asked quietly.

Celestia shook her head.

“Then why?” Star Tracker asked.

And Celestia answered. Thoroughly. She told him about herself and the history of alicorn estrus. She told him about Luna’s crazy blood orgies, and about the coliseum they spawned. She told him why Twilight had taken him and wiped his memory that night. And she told him all about how Twilight had gotten desperate and had now turned it all into something of her own design.

Star Tracker was stunned. He’d never known anything of alicorns before, and he wasn’t sure he truly understood it. He’d been so sure of his love for Twilight just moments before, but now he truly understood that Celestia was right - he didn’t know Twilight Sparkle at all.

He was just in love with the image of her he’d built up in his own mind.

But one thing was crystal clear to him: Twilight was a victim of circumstance. She’d never asked for any of this, and nothing she had done was because she was somehow malicious or uncaring.

“If everything you said is true, then I need to see her,” he said solemnly.

“Why?”

“Because… she needs to know that I forgive her. Even if she doesn’t care for me, I do believe Twilight Sparkle is a good pony. And I can’t let her live with that guilt.”

“Star Tracker?” He looked up at Celestia. Tears were streaming down her face as she smiled down at him. “I am proud to have you as one of my little ponies.” She sniffled a little. And her horn began to glow.

Stallions and mares littered the floor in various states of exhaustion. Cadance looked out over the room and tried to count the bodies - a task that was complicated by Luna desperately trying to convince them to join with her.

It had been four hours since Twilight tore the door off of its hinges, and now the smell in the room was absolutely horrid. What once was the musky smell of mares in heat had transformed into the raw stench of stale sex as bodily fluids coated the floor, the walls, and every pony in the room - to one degree or another. There was even some cum on the ceiling, where Twilight and a trio of pegasi had gotten particularly adventurous.

By Cadance’s count, Twilight had serviced 23 stallions and 11 mares already - a few of which had recovered and taken a second round - and Twilight was showing no signs of slowing down. Rivulets of semen continuously leaked from her abused holes, staining her hind legs from crotch to hoof, and her mane, tail, and feathers were caked in cum.

Now she was currently sprawled out on her chest across the massive barrel of Rockhoof while Flash Magnus was thrusting furiously into her muzzle, grunting and groaning as Twilight’s magic played with his balls. Snails was buried deep in her ass, his tall, lanky form straddling over the massive stallion beneath her. Rockhoof himself was hilting repeatedly into her snatch, grasping her body with his forehooves and wildly pounding her as she grunted and shrieked around the cock in her throat.

Snails tensed up, his long, slender cock disgorging deep into her bowels. At the sensation of the deep warmth within her, Twilight came for the fifty-third time, milking Rockhoof’s cock intensely. Snails came down off his high, collapsing to the ground beside them and joining the throng of exhausted forms scattered about.

And yes, it was fifty-three. Cadance was counting. There wasn’t anything better to do but be thankful she wasn’t in heat herself.

A mighty roar echoed through the chamber as Twilight’s convulsing sex brought Rockhoof to climax next, his thick slab of fuckmeat spasming uncontrollably as cum practically sprayed from her overstuffed pussy. His hooves went slack and fell to the floor. Flash withdrew from Twilight’s mouth and took up a position behind her.

Already warmed up from Twilight’s oral servicing, the moment Rockhoof withdrew, he slammed into her purple pussy, his dick soaking in the warmth of her canal and Rockhoof’s emission. Flash proceeded to blow his load immediately, letting it mix with Rockhoof’s before pulling out and staggering away.

“More,” Twilight begged. “I need more!”

Movement in the window caught Cadance’s eye. Dozens of ponies had been running into the shield at regular intervals for over three hours now - more mares than stallions, which was unsurprising given the conditions of the shield. Some of those who lived local had been sighted on over a half-dozen occasions, but every time they would cross the threshold, they would teleport back to their homes only to try again. What attracted Cadance’s eye was the three new ponies approaching the castle, moving fast.

Wonderbolts.

In a flash, the two stallions in the group swooped in and immediately mounted Twilight while Spitfire landed in front of her, grinding her snatch into Twilight’s face. Twilight immediately started licking furiously at the proffered pussy as the two stallions pistoned in and out of her holes. Cadance raised an eyebrow questioningly as Thunderlane and Soarin seemed to have their own rhythm, switching holes after a certain number of strokes, as if it were a rehearsed activity. Twilight seemed to enjoy it, her own fluids gushing ceaselessly from her marehood as they moved.

In short order, Spitfire cried out in bliss as she sprayed her juices all over Twilight’s face. Her erotic cries had a seemingly powerful effect on her wingmates, bringing the two of them to a immediate and simultaneous climax. The stallions fell away as Spitfire lay panting helplessly.

Twilight, no longer being mounted, ignored her most recent partners and began trying to rouse nearby stallions, desperately trying to find one that was ready to go again.

Cadance was so occupied with the Wonderbolts’ weirdly synchronized act that she didn’t notice the two new ponies that walked through the door until they were already in the room.

Oh goddess, that’s not right, Cadance thought to herself. I can’t let her… no.

But it was no use. She knew that if a pony could enter the castle, there would be no stopping them from getting it on with Twilight. Twilight had proven that she would make sure of that, which Luna had already learned the hard way as her increasing desperation for the stallions in the room had resulted in Twilight unleashing her full magical potential on her ‘rival’.

But Cadance knew it would be wrong for Twilight to mate with these ponies. At the very least, she couldn’t be allowed to know what was happening. And she could use some relief of her own, as the situation had gotten her a little bit worked up anyway.

With a quick flap of her wings, Cadance hovered over Twilight’s head and landed in front of her, shoving her own pussy into Twilight’s face. and jumping slightly as Twilight dove into her drooling muff with gusto.

“What in Tartarus is going on here?” Twilight Velvet wondered in awe as she entered the room. Cadance clamped her legs around Twilight Sparkle’s ears, hoping to muffle the sound.

“It’s hard to explain,” Cadance replied. “She… uh… f-f-f-fuck,“ she moaned out, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back in bliss.

Night Light wasted no time, trotting directly over, rearing up and mounting Twilight Sparkle from behind, pounding away into his daughter’s pussy. Twilight gasped and moaned into Cadance as the once familiar cock explored her flooded depths. Night Light groaned in pleasure, his load already primed from Twilight Velvet’s insistent attempts to ride him the entire trip to Ponyville.

Looking up again, Cadance could scarcely believe her eyes as she was watched Twilight’s own father spilling his seed into his daughter’s womb, only to stagger away from her and drop to the floor. His wife followed him, immediately bending down to lick her daughter’s juices off of his member. “Can you go again?” Twilight Velvet begged. “I really need this.” His glazed eyes simply blinked at her in confusion, and looked like she was about to cry from her desperation.

Taboos were always Cadance’s biggest weakness, and watching Twilight’s own father fucking her drove her wild. She threw her head back as she came all over Twilight’s face, begging Twilight to keep going. Why hadn’t she already taken a turn? This was incredible.

New hoofsteps entered from the doorway, but Cadance wasn’t even paying attention anymore. She felt hooves land near her as another stallion took up position behind Twilight.

Twilight Velvet began drooling involuntarily as she watched the mammoth dark blue cock split her daughter’s folds. She had resigned herself to not getting anything from Night Light, but now her hoof immediately dropped to her crotch and she began masturbating furiously at the incredible sight before her - one that she had always enjoyed, but hadn’t seen in many years.

Cadance opened her eyes as the new stallion grunted. A grunt that was all too familiar. She looked down into the glazed eyes of her own husband, desperately fucking his own sister. It was disgusting. It was wrong. And as far as Cadance was concerned, Twilight should never be allowed to know.

And then Twilight came hard. She shrieked loudly into Cadance’s pussy, crying out for her brother - as if her body knew who’s cock was inside of her, even though she couldn’t see him. As if it was familiar.

And even though it was wrong - even though it should never happen - just hearing Twilight call out her brother’s name as her husband fucked his sister silly was enough to slam her own climax into overdrive. “Holy shiiiiiit,” Cadance screamed as a roaring tide of perverted lust rolled through her body. She collapsed on the side, and with her giant pink ass out of Twilight’s way, Twilight immediately put her head down and shoved herself back onto Shining’s dick.

At the sound of his wife’s cries combined with Twilight’s forcefulness, Shining began thrusting erratically. “Fuck, Twiley, you sound just like my wife,” he moaned. “We need to try some cosplay next time. Can you try and do Celestia, too?”

“Yes!” Twilight screamed, slamming backward onto his cock one more time. “Yes!”

“It’s coming!” Shining yelled. “Here it comes!”

“YES!”

A small shimmer of magic popped at the side of the room, barely audible beneath the two siblings’ voices echoing off of the walls. Cadance glanced toward the noise and was surprised to see an earth pony.

An earth pony teleported? And why was he so familiar?

If You Fail to Plan...

Twilight closed her eyes and pushed back against the warm, thick flesh that parted her folds. For now, Bow Hothoof was the only stallion rutting her as the others lay about the throne room trying to recover. His heavy balls swung forward and tapped against her clit as he gently stroked in and out of her, his medial ring stretching her ever so slightly as it popped in and out of her sanctum.

MULTIPLY. FOAL.

This spell was almost a curse. The voice in her mind had not stopped screaming at her, setting her neurons on fire every time her needy cunt was emptied, but she was physically worn out and her body was enjoying the slower pace of Bow’s tender loving. She looked back at him and parted her lips. Bow Hothoof leaned down and kissed her passionately, his hips never resting.

She was long past the point of exhaustion, but the spell continued to hold her in its grip, not letting her stop. It was a good thing alicorn bodies were effectively immortal because a normal pony might have died from overexertion. As it was, she was feeling weak and dehydrated from the unbelievable amount of gushing of her fluids, and yet somehow there always seemed to be more.

Bow parted from the kiss and nipped at the nape of Twilight’s neck. A chill went down her spine and her whole being shuddered in pleasure. His hips moved slightly faster but still moved with a loving tenderness that made Twilight uncertain how close he was to his climax. His balls brushed her clit again, this time just as it winked.

Her pussy exploded with her fluids again, her entire body convulsing as she clamped down on the shaft inside of her. Her brain lit up with pleasure, stripping her of any ability to focus on the sights and sounds around her.

BREED. BIRTH.

The only clear thoughts she had throughout the orgasm were the compulsive commands of the accursed spell. And though she hated the complete control it held over her, against all reason, she still enjoyed every moment of her ordeal.

She could feel the slow expansion of Bow’s flare inside of her, scraping against her insides as it slowly throbbed and pulsed in ejaculatory bliss. Unlike most of the others, he did not withdraw immediately. Instead, she felt a budding relief as he started preening her soiled wings, pulling the stuck feathers apart as his dick slowly throbbed to a stop and then receded. After a few moments, his cock had retreated far enough into his sheathe that it popped out of her, and he dismounted.

SIRE. FIND.

As the emptiness in her nethers overcame her, the voice once again demanded her compliance. She put her head down and her ass up, flagging her tail, but none of the stallions moved. Gazing about the room, it seemed everypony was worn out. The Wonderbolts - who had been her most prolific performers yet - lay on the ground in a triangle, gasping and panting in sync with each other, still subconsciously working in perfect formation.

Nearby, Luna gently licked her father and brother’s cocks clean while her mother - seemingly the only pony here not singularly focused on Twilight herself - serviced Luna folds with her tongue.

Across the room, she spied Cadance, standing next to a familiar earth pony stallion. A stallion that had not tried to breed her yet. A stallion that would not be already exhausted.

CLAIM. TAKE.

The spell’s incessant command took over again and Twilight began to crawl toward him. The stallion was holding eye contact with her, a sad frown on his face and tears rolling down his cheeks.

A blur of rainbow color came to an abrupt halt in front of her, blocking her view. Rainbow Dash immediately spread her legs for Twilight.

DESIRE. SERVICE.

Twilight stepped straight into Rainbow’s open invitation, dipping her tongue into Rainbow’s waiting folds. The salty taste of semen touched her tongue, and the fire in her mind flared up again. Rainbow trapped Twilight’s head between her hind legs, writhing in pleasure as Twilight’s needy exploration of her folds went deeper, her tongue desperately seeking more of the deposit hidden within. A small part of her mind fought back, wondering why Rainbow would have a stallion’s cum in her snatch, but she was unable to think with any clarity under the spell’s effects. She only knew she needed to get deeper.

Something long and hard touched her folds, and she pressed back into it instinctively, groaning into Rainbow’s cunt as the new sensation in her nether lips sent sparks of pleasure through her body. The intruder was not at long as the other stallions, but it was far more rigid, pressing against her walls firmly. Twilight humped against it anyway, with short, hard thrusts. A high-pitched voice moaned behind her as the hard rod penetrated her slick canal over and over, grinding against her clit with each thrust.

It did not take long before Twilight came again, desperate for the new intruder to release his spunk. Her head raised up from Rainbow’s lower lips as an orgasmic scream. Whatever this strange stallion was doing felt amazing, and she slammed her hips more forcefully against him, desperately wanting him to throb and swell inside of her. Instead, a mare screamed as a tingling sensation shot through Twilight’s entire nervous system, sending her into immediate convulsions.

Her legs gave out and her body collapsed to the floor, her eyes landing right in front of Rainbow’s pucker. Some of the semen had drooled from Rainbow’s pussy down onto it. The compulsive desire to consume all of the semen she could reach took over and she took a long lick across Rainbow’s asshole. The pegasus responded with a torrential spray of love juices from her pussy, obviously having been pent up for hours, and then melted into a quivering pile of rainbow mane and tail.

Twilight continued to lick Rainbow’s back door until she felt herself lifted off of the ground by a unicorn’s magic. Before she knew what was happening, she was on her back, still floating as Starswirl the Bearded gazed down upon her, his horn alight with magical energy. The elderly stallion wasted no time before driving her down onto his flesh with his magic, jackhammering into her as deeply as any other stallion, yet with no movement of his own. Twilight threw her head back, screaming in bliss as the old stallion, relying on his mind and magic, performed better, faster, and deeper than any young stallion could need to keep up with.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d been repeatedly impaled upon on his cock, but Starswirls’ endurance had lasted far longer than the others, and by the time he finally unleashed a potent storm of cum into her depths, many of the other ponies had recovered.

Starswirl lowered her down onto Rockhoof’s chest again, where the titanic earth pony seized Twilight’s frame and impaled her ass on his titanic dong. She shrieked in both pleasure and pain as the largest cock she’d ever had in her ass threatened to split her in half, followed by a pleasured whimpering as he thrust in and out. Rockhoof paid no mind to her mewling, nor did he seem to notice when another stallion climbed over the top of him and claimed her cunt.

Princess Twilight Sparkle laid on the stallion, a circle of other horny stallions and mares standing around her. Shining Armor had climbed up and was once again pounding away at her pussy as Cadance growled in frustration. Sugar Belle was grinding against Twilight’s horn beneath her, while Spitfire laid on top of Sugar Belle with legs spread open before her, Twilight’s tongue lashing and whipping around her pussy and ass. The remainder of the ponies were patiently waiting their turn, stroking themselves in varied states of arousal and exhaustion.

Star Tracker watched the proceedings with a heavy heart. While he knew her heat was partially responsible for this mess, according to Celestia most of the blame lay at the malfunctioning spell that affected her. He understood that on an intellectual level. But it still hurt his heart to watch.

“Hey,” Cadence said, tearing her gaze away from her husband and walking over to Star Tracker. “I think I’ve figured out where I know you from. You’re Star Tracker, aren’t you? The one from the newspaper? Didn’t we meet on Iron Will’s zeppelin cruise?”

Star Tracker said nothing. Cadence wasn’t even sure he had heard her at first. He simply watched with subdued horror as Shining Armor finished with Twilight and Night Light immediately stepped in to take his place.

“Yeah,” was his eventual reply.

“But you haven’t approached Twilight, so you aren’t trying to breed her, are you?”

Star Tracker finally tore his gaze away from the proceedings and looked up at Cadance, a scowl on his face. “You’ve seen the papers.”

Cadence nodded. “I’ve seen the papers, and I know what she did to you afterward, but that doesn’t really answer the question. The shield hasn’t ejected you, so there’s obviously some level of desire to be with her.” She raised a hoof and gestured to the sex-massacre spread out in front of them. “And I know you’re not in a relationship with her, otherwise we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“Please don’t go blaming me for this,” he said somberly. “It is not my fault.”

Cadence raised her hooves in surrender. “Sorry, that’s not what I meant to imply. I only meant that if she would have just settled down with you, this could have been avoided. Instead, she freaked out.”

Twilight? Settle down with him? Star Tracker wasn’t sure how to reply to that, so he kept his mouth shut. He looked over at Twilight’s ongoing orgy again.

“So, did you come back here for more?” Cadence asked. “That’s all I was asking.”

“More of what?”

“Another go at Twilight Sparkle. Maybe one you’ll remember this time,” Cadence clarified. “I wouldn’t blame you. If you haven’t noticed, she’s open to literally anypony who will oblige her right now.”

Star Tracker frowned. “You mean I could walk up and mount her right now, and she wouldn’t stop me?”

Cadence extended her wing to the ongoing orgy. “Isn’t it obvious? Between the scent of two alicorns in heat and the spell, I’m actually surprised you haven’t already.”

“The spell Celestia told me about? No, I’m not anywhere near her magical potential. Why?”

Cadence shrugged. “Well, other than her mom, you’re the only pony here who isn’t.”

“Yeah, why is her mom here?”

“To try and suck off my husband, as far as I can tell,” she sighed. “I don’t understand unicorns and their incest thing.”

“What about you and Luna?” he asked.

“Seriously?” Cadance said, shooting him a glare. “What makes you think I’ve ever done anything sexual with my aunt?”

“N-no!” Star Tracker backpedaled. “I mean the spell. You two don’t seem to be affected.”

Luna perked up immediately from where she was trying to coax another tired stallion into giving her a ride. “That is a good question,” she announced. “Why aren’t we affected? Shouldn’t we also be trying to mate with Twilight?”

Cadence hadn’t thought about that. She put a hoof to her chin, pondering the question for a moment. “Well, the baseline comparison for the spell was Starlight Glimmer. I would not be surprised if I simply am not as powerful as Starlight. Yes, I have the power of an Alicorn now, but we all know I’m the weakest of the four of us. Remember, I was only a pegasus before, and not a particularly powerful one.”

Luna frowned. “I suppose that makes some sense. Comparatively speaking, it is easy to forget that you were ever a pegasus when you have been one of us for so long.”

“But what about you?” Cadence wondered.

“Perhaps I am immune simply on account of participating in the spell,” Luna suggested. “But otherwise I do not know. The bigger question is regarding my sister. She is unfathomably more powerful than you or I, and she certainly would be more powerful than Starlight, yet she was also unaffected.”

I saw an image of Twilight flashing through my mind - a rather saucy one, I must admit - and it came with a nearly overwhelming desire for sex.

Cadance considered Celestia’s words from earlier that morning. “I don’t think she was, actually,” Cadence replied. “She mentioned seeing a sudden image of Twilight in a provocative pose in her mind. I didn’t get a vision like that, which means something affected her but not me. I guess it may be simply that she really does have that much control over herself, or maybe the spell couldn’t compel her the way it does other ponies, precisely because of how powerful she is.”

“That is true,” Luna agreed. “We don’t even know the full extent of her power, as none have ever been even remotely comparable.” She turned to Star Tracker. “Speaking of my sister, she is the one that sent you here, did she not? I can sense her magic upon you.”

Star Tracker nodded, his attention still focused on the ongoing orgy. He hadn’t been able to smell anything since his arrival; something he was silently thankful for, as he was certain the room smelled terrible.

Why couldn’t he smell anything? This room ought to reek terribly, he wondered silently.

“Why did she send you here?” Cadance asked. “After what Twilight did to you, that seems cruel.”

He shrugged. “I told her that Twilight needed forgiveness.”

Cadance’s emotional awareness could feel a sad affection swelling from Star Tracker as he gazed upon Twilight. “I don’t think she could have chosen a worse time,” she responded, laying a consoling wing across his back. “I am sorry for her lack of sensitivity in the matter.”

“What’s wrong with the timing?” Star Tracker asked.

Cadence nodded toward the pile of ponies clambering over Twilight’s desperate form. “Do I really have to explain it?”

“No, I suppose not,” he said with a sigh. “But I was somewhat warned in advance. It’s just a little jarring to see it happening.”

The orgy continued unabated as he stood and watched. A small part of him wanted to join in - to put her willingness to the test. But a much larger part of him did not want to take advantage of her in her current state.

After several minutes of numb observation, Star Tracker was suddenly blinded by a massive flash, and a deafening crack filled the chamber as the entire castle shook. Star Tracker blinked several times, and when he could finally see again, the massive stone table next to him had a crack running down the entire length of it.

And the Cutie Map faded from the table’s surface.

Twilight stood upright on shaky legs. Confused voices erupted throughout the chamber. Several ponies stood up, shaking their heads and looking around as the spell ceased. Two mares and a stallion shrieked and bolted from the castle in tears. Others still lay on the ground, moaning and completely exhausted.

One of the stallions who had been waiting patiently didn’t seem to be fazed by this sudden turn of events and tried to mount Twilight, but she gently rebuffed him, no longer compelled to allow all possible mates. Sensing the opportunity, Princess Luna quickly trotted over and presented herself to him before he could cause trouble, encouraging him to rut her. He mounted her without hesitation and Luna hissed in satisfaction as she finally claimed some relief of her own. Another stallion approached Luna from the front. Star Tracker looked away just as she began to lick and suck at the stallion’s tool.

Twilight was limping toward Cadance, barely able to walk. “It’s done,” she gasped. “I think one of the stallions finally… done.” She collapsed face-first onto the throne room floor. Another stallion approached, apparently intending to take advantage of the collapsed mare, but Cadance shoved him away with her magic and he took the hint, getting in the short line for Luna’s breeding.

Cadence and Star Tracker waited patiently while Twilight breathed heavily on the ground in front of them. The majority of the ponies in the throne room had come to their senses and wandered off, apart from those who stayed to service Princess Luna in their own celebratory orgy. A few others were simply engaging in a small orgy of their own - no longer controlled by anything, but just simply enjoying themselves anyway.

Twilight eventually pulled herself up to a sitting position. “You’re… Star Tracker,” Twilight huffed, still trying to catch her breath. She broke eye contact, hanging her head in shame. “I owe you an apology. I did a horrible thing to you, and then I wiped your memory of it because I couldn’t live with the guilt. And now you had to see this. I’m sorry.”

“No,” Star Tracker responded, reaching out and brushing some of the cum-stained mane plastered across her face to the side and out of her eyes so she could see better. “You just made a mistake. Several mistakes. But you didn’t do anything horrible to me. Really, it’s okay.”

Twilight sniffled a little bit. “I’d been meaning to find you after all this. I feel terrible about what I did, and I’m sorry I couldn’t bring myself to apologize before. I can reverse the spell, but I don’t know if I should. I don’t know if you even want your memory back.” She finally met his gaze again, her pleading eyes watered with tears. “Do you?”

Star Tracker ran his eyes up and down the form of the cum-stained mess that was Twilight Sparkle. Doubts galloped through his mind. Maybe Celestia was right. Maybe he really didn’t know the Princess.

“I…”

He had been so sure that he was in love with Twilight. He had spoken so surely before Celestia, and Celestia had cast all of those feelings into doubt. But now that she was in front of him - after what he had just seen. After what she had just done.

“I don’t.”

Twilight Sparkle sniffled as tears of guilt welled up within her. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. Then she turned away from him, nodded to Cadance, and started walking slowly toward the north hall. After a few steps, she stopped and turned again. “... Can you at least explain to me why?”

“Because you’re a princess, and I’m… a sappy nopony who wears his heart on his neck,” he replied. “We have no future together, I know that. You weren’t thinking clearly that night. It’s not like you really wanted me. And that’s why I don’t want to be stuck with the memory of something between us that didn’t mean anything.”

Twilight didn’t move. She didn’t speak. Her eyes darted between the floor and Princess Cadance - and on occasion, she even met Star Tracker’s gaze again.

“Star Tracker…” she began hesitantly. “I’ve been nothing but cruel to you.”

“Celestia already told me everything. I can’t blame you for things you cannot control,” he replied. “And I want you to know that I forgive you.”

“No!” Twilight cried. “Stop that, please! Stop being so nice!”

“Because,” he continued undeterred. His hoof lowered to her chin as he brought her face up to meet his gaze again. “Even if we have no future together. Even if I don’t know who you really are deep down, I know that underneath all of this is the pony that set my life on the right path. And that pony is you. So I forgive you. I can’t do anything but forgive you.”

With that, Star Tracker turned away. “And that’s all I really came here to say,” he said, and headed toward the eastern wing, his eyes set on the great doors to the outside beyond.

“Cadance?” Twilight whispered. “What happens if I don’t want to wed the father?”

“What?”

“The father of my foal. The law requires that I marry the father of my foal.”

“There’s nothing in the law to address your wants, Twilight.”

“Then, please. Tell me what I need to do to rewrite it.”

Cadance bristled. “Without the law, Shining and I--”

“What if...” Twilight interrupted, her mind desperately searching for a loophole. “What if the law says I have to marry a stallion, but doing that would take him away from a wife that loves him? Wouldn’t you agree then that the law is wrong?”

“The law makes sure that a child is properly cared for,” Cadance replied. “You can’t raise a foal on your own.”

“I’ve already done it,” Twilight retorted. “But just because I can doesn’t mean I plan to!”

“What is your goal here?” Cadance demanded.

Twilight looked out toward the castle exit, conflicted.

“You’re interested in him, aren’t you?”

“I think he deserves a chance,” Twilight mumbled.

Cadance took Twilight’s hoof in her own and pressed it against her own cutie mark.

“Do you know what this represents?” Cadance asked.

“Your special talent,” Twilight responded automatically.

“Exactly. You know my talent, Twilight.” Cadance smiled. “The two of you have real potential. Don’t be afraid to pursue it.”

Twilight smiled back at Cadance and then disappeared in a burst of purple mana.

Sunburst’s eyes opened wide in confusion as his orgasmically addled mind tried to process the chaos around him. Starlight was screaming. Her father was screaming. His mother was screaming. And he was in his own room, for some reason.

“Get off my coltfriend!” Starlight snarled.

“I made him!” Stellar argued. “I’ll do what I want with him.”

“That’s not how this is supposed to work!” Starlight argued. “That’s not how any of this is supposed to work!”

“Oh, sugar bun, you are adorable when you’re angry!” Firelight interjected.

Sunburst’s dick still stood proud and tall in front of him as chaos erupted between the three remaining ponies. Still reeling from his experience, he began stroking it idly.

Starlight whirled on her father. “And you!” She yelled. “Quit it! I told you, I don’t want any of your childish nicknames!”

Firelight raised a hoof to his chest, “Aw, come now, pumpkin, you wound me. You know your papa loves you.”

Stellar Flare crawled up into Sunburst’s lap as the other two continued to bicker and fight, slowly lowering herself onto his shaft. She stifled a moan as he bumped her cervix, and then began to carefully gyrate against him.

“Mmm…”

“...Mom?” Sunburst managed to mumble.

“STELLAR?!” Starlight screamed again, her horn igniting. A sharp pain tore through her skull as her father slapped her horn with his hoof. “Ow, what the heck, dad?!”

“There is no magic in arguments,” he said sternly. “You know the rules.”

If looks could kill, Starlight’s glare would have earned her an inheritance. It only lasted for a brief moment and Starlight lunged onto the bed, grasping for Stellar.

Stellar kicked Starlight’s hooves away, continuing to rock herself on Sunburst’s pillar.

Sunburst, still completely unused to the sensations of a real vagina on his cock, erupted a second time - this time into his mother, instead of onto her. It was a weaker orgasm this time, but it was enough. His head fell back and his eyes closed, nearly catatonic after the second ‘real’ orgasm of his long and lonely life.

“Oh, finally,” Stellar sighed. “Relief.”

Starlight looked on in horror as Stellar leaned forward and dismounted Sunburst, a trail of cum stretching between their respective sexes.

“RELIEF?! What about my relief?! He’s supposed to be mine!” Starlight yelled, throwing Stellar Flare off of the bed and to the floor. Stellar rolled to face Starlight, laying on her bad.

“Y’know, I kinda like playing rough,” Stellar said, parting her legs slightly with a perverse grin. “If you want my son so badly, why don’t you come and get it.”

Starlight looked down at the cum leaking from Stellar’s folds. “No no no no,” she begged. “It’s supposed to be mine.”

Suddenly, the familiar sensation of a stallion mounting her caused her to flag her tail - an old habit from when she hosted orgies back in Our Town. She lowered her head instinctively, driven partially that habit, and partially by her heat.

A warm, fleshy shaft split her open. She groaned as the tip of the cock kissed her womb and then withdrew, only to come back again. Stellar seized Starlight’s head with her hooves and pressed Starlight into her snatch. “Come now, have a taste,” she whispered in Starlight’s ear. “It’s fresh.”

Starlight stuck out her tongue, briefly brushing against Stellar’s lower lips. She moaned slightly as the stallion behind her slapped into her ass again, plunging his root into her garden. Visions of Night Glider’s glistening twat filled her mind - that mare had been the most sexually aggressive bitch Starlight had ever met.

The orgies of Our Town may not have been something she craved, but in the throes of her heat, her body gave in to the pleasure. She pushed back against the stallion riding her as she dipped her head down into the honeypot before her.

Sunburst finally opened his eyes as he found the energy to sit up. A broken condom lay on the bed next to him, and just to the side of the bed, Firelight was plowing into Starlight, who was… going down on his mother? He shook his head in sad confusion. This whole day was clearly all a dream - the weirdest wet dream he’d ever had. He laid back down in his bed and closed his eyes, confident that when he woke up, everything would be back to normal. The kind of normal where he silently cried himself to sleep thinking about Starlight.

He rolled on his side, trying to get comfortable as tears welled up in his eyes. From there, he saw Firelight’s head thrown back, hollering incoherent noise into the air. Sunburst rolled the other way, and, exhausted from his orgasms, closed his eyes, and drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

Star Tracker kept his head held high as he left Twilight Sparkle’s castle behind. He knew he had made the right decision, even if it hurt. There was no sense in looking back; no sense in dwelling on strange goings-on that he’d rather forget, or worse, cause him regrets.

Just outside the castle, he realized he didn’t know the layout of Ponyville at all. Uncertain of which way to go, he looked around and spotted a mare he didn’t recognize approaching at high speed on a scooter. He raised a hoof to get her attention, and she skidded to a halt in front of him, kicking up dirt and grass into his face.

“Need somethin?” the mare asked curtly.

Star Tracker spit some dirt out of his mouth. “Could I get directions to the train station?”

“Sure! Just zip right on down main street there until you see Sugarcube Corner on the right. Then, take a left and go straight. Can’t miss it.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem. Sorry about the dirt.”

He’d expected the mare to disappear as quickly as she came, but instead, she set her scooter against a nearby tree and took her helmet off, gazing up at the blue sky above.

“You just came from inside the castle, right?”

“Yeah,” he replied despondently.

“Was Rainbow Dash there?”

“I didn’t see her.”

“Damn. Alright, thanks.” And in the blink of an eye, she was gone again.

“Right on down main street,” he repeated to himself. “Alright.”

The Sugarcube Corner was a strange gingerbread structure he’d never seen before, though he knew the name. Its reputation was known even in Canterlot. The door was ajar, but a sign on the door announced ‘Back in One Hour. Sorry for the inconvenience.’

“Turn left when Sugarcube Corner is on the right.” He turned toward the left.

And with a poof of magic, Twilight Sparkle stood in front of him, panting heavily. “Star Tracker,” she gasped. “We need to talk.”

He looked around quickly. There were far too many ponies here. “Not here,” he whispered into her ear. “Come on.” He darted into Sugarcube Corner, and Twilight hurried in behind him.

“Why in here?” Twilight asked aloud.

“Look at yourself!” he hissed. “You can’t just walk around in public like that!”

Twilight followed his instruction and quickly examined herself. “I forgot,” she sighed. “You’re right, I’m a complete mess. Come on.” She headed toward the stairs.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Just follow me,” Twilight replied, pushing open the door at the top of the stairs.

Star Tracker followed her into what appeared to be the hallway for the living quarters of the strange building - likely home to the owners, who had stepped out.

“What are we doing here?” Star Tracker wondered. “I don’t think we’re supposed to be up here.”

“Somepony might have come inside,” Twilight explained. “But customers won’t wander up here. We’ll be fine in here.” Twilight beckoned to him before stepping through one of the doors.

Star Tracker followed. It was dark in the room, and he bumped into Twilight almost immediately.

Her horn glowed, and the door latched shut behind him, plunging the room into darkness.

“What?” Star Tracker looked about in the darkness, confused. “Where are we now?”

“The bathroom,” Twilight replied, clicking on the light.

“Why am I here?” he blurted.

“Because I’m a mess. And I think we need to talk.” She turned on the bathwater.

“Why do we need to talk?”

“I just wanted to say thank you,” Twilight replied, stepping into the tub. “You have kept a remarkably level head throughout the last week. I’ve done a lot of things to hurt you, and yet you haven’t run away, and even came back to tell me that you forgave me.”

“Uh…”

Her magic levitated some soap and a sponge as she stepped into the tub. “That takes a big heart,” she continued. “And now I want to offer you something in return.”

The soap and sponge floated over to him. He stared at them, confused. “You’re giving me soap and a sponge?”

Twilight giggled. “No. I just want to get to know you better. And while this isn’t exactly how I envisioned our conversation going, I think we can work with it. Would you please help me wash up while we talk?”

Star Tracker’s jaw worked up and down silently, his lower appendage swelling slightly as he processed her words. “Help you wash up?”

“I can’t see to make sure everything is clean back there,” she said, nodding toward her hindquarters.”

He glanced at her cum-stained flank, and then back at the supplies floating in front of him. “I can’t,” he said, pushing the floating sponge away. “Your heat is-”

“I understand your concerns,” Twilight interjected. “But, thanks to whoever sired the new life inside me, my heat is gone now. I assure you, unlike that evening in the museum, I am thinking clearly right now. And I want to let you do this.”

His gaze went from her hindquarters to her face, to the proffered sponge and soap, and back to her hindquarters again. The thick lump growing in his throat was swallowed down as, with a shaky hoof, he wordlessly reached out for the sponge.

Twilight extended her wing in front of him. “Will you be gentle?”

Her wing was a mess of cum-stuck feathers and broken pinions. Star Tracker had no idea where to start, but Twilight wasn’t offering any guidance, so he took the sponge and dipped it into the hot water. Once the sponge was thoroughly soaked, he put some soap on it and then, holding the tip of her wing in one hoof, carefully ran the sponge down the length of the feathers there.

Twilight shivered at his touch. Out of all of the intense rutting she’d received over the last several hours, her wings had never been given any attention as anything but a target for their excess lust. They’d remained stiff from her arousal throughout, and a mild burning sensation came from her joints as she stretched them out, but the gentle touch of the sponge on her feathers was heavenly.

Star Tracker gingerly moved down the length of her wing as Twilight crossed her forelegs on the end of the tub and lay her head down, sinking slightly into the rising water and humming in peaceable relaxation.

“So, you wanted to talk?”

Twilight tilted her head so she could see him with one eye. “I did. Would you care to join me for dinner tonight?”

“Y-you mean like a date?”

She didn’t answer, laying her head back down on her crossed legs. Star Tracker continued to work his way down her wing, hoping she would speak again, but she merely continued her humming. He reached the base of her wing and felt her tense up. He looked down at his work.

Her wing was still riddled with broken feathers from her mistreatment as it was in desperate need of preening, but it no longer looked like it had literally been treated as a cum rag for the horny stallions in the throne room. He smiled and gently released the wing, allowing Twilight to fold it back into her side.

“Can it be more than a date?” Twilight finally replied, looking up at him.

“I’m not sure I understand.”

Twilight turned around in the tub, briefly showing off her abused nethers, and then she settled in on the other side of the tub, once again crossing her forelegs and laying her head down. She extended her other wing for him.

“The kindness, patience, and compassion you have shown me in spite of my actions, not just today, but even back on the zeppelin cruise, are traits that I would love to see instilled in my own children. You have kept a remarkably level head throughout the last week. And I’ve done a lot of things to hurt you, and yet you haven’t run away. Do you understand now?” She lifted her wing and lowered it again.

Star Tracker stared at her wing stretched out in front of him. “Y-yeah.” He shifted to get a better angle to work from. He brought the sponge to her wing again.

Soft humming reverberated in the small bathroom as Twilight happily rested her head. She didn’t want to admit it to him, but the sponge running across her sensitive feathers was starting to really turn her on again, despite how sore she was. She tried to ignore the building desire - a task made easier each time the sponge caught a broken feather.

After a time, he reached the base of her second wing. she tensed up and her humming stopped as the sponge passed lightly over one of her most sensitive places. “Oh, sorry,” he mumbled, notice her tension. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“N-no,” Twilight breathed. “It’s okay, it didn’t hurt. Really.” She withdrew her wing and turned to face him, lowering her chin so her horn was pointed right at him. It began to glow as she brought him a bottle of shampoo. “My mane?” she said with a happy smile. He took the shampoo and she crossed her legs on the side of the tub facing him, resting her head again.

Her mane was even more of a mess than her wings, having taken hundreds of salvos from her partners. Not a single strand was loose, clumped together with sticky goop that had run down the length of them until reaching the end and falling or soaking into her coat. Star Tracker squeezed some of the shampoo into his hoof and began gently massaging it into her mane, taking care to avoid tangling it up where he could. He knew she was going to have a rough time brushing it out when she was done.

His gentle touch nearly lulled Twilight to sleep, her exhausted body begging to rest. She startled as his hoof gently touched her chin. She looked up at him.

“Close your eyes,” he said softly.

Was he going to kiss her? She raised her chin and obliged.

A soft, circular scrubbing gently caressed the fur around her eyes. “Your face is a mess,” he replied, continuing onto her cheek.

He wasn’t kissing her. Twilight’s heart sank. It felt like he’d stabbed her heart with a knife, and she was afraid she might start crying as he continued his gentle washing. The sponge pulled away as he turned the showerhead on low and gently rinsed her mane and face.

“There we go,” he said. “You look beautiful again.”

And immediately her heart soared. Though her eyes remained closed, Twilight’s smile beamed at his words. She was glad her face was wet from the showerhead or else he might know she was shedding tears.

He began scrubbing her neck without prompting; not so gently, anymore. Most ponies understood that the coat needed - and could handle - a more aggressive scrub. He finished up with her neck quickly, and then Twilight turned to the side again, letting him scrub down the side of her barrel.

Then he reached her wing again. She lifted her wing - almost too quickly, thanks for her arousal - and let him scrub beneath it. She slowly sucked in a lungful of air and then held her breath. Star Tracker noticed, and the sponge stopped.

“I’m sorry,” he replied. “Is that too much?”

“N-no,” Twilight replied. “It’s just a little strange to be touched there.”

His cheeks turned a rosier shade. “I’ll just … uh …”

“No, please. Continue.”

Star Tracker stared at the raised wing and slowly put the sponge back to her side. Twilight gasped again as he made contact, but he tried to ignore it. Her wing raised ever so slightly more as he began scrubbing again, but soon he had moved past and on to her flank.

He spent a little bit of time dwelling on the flesh of her cutie mark as he washed her, and then slowly headed down her hind leg, cleansing the side facing him, but very clearly avoiding the other.

The sponge stopped. “Okay, other side.”

Twilight nodded and turned, this time turning so that they would see each other. Her head drifted past his. They locked eyes. She stopped, mid-turn, gazing into his eyes, unable to deny that she was becoming completely infatuated with this gentlecolt of a stallion. She smiled softly at him as their faces passed. He smiled back, and then she continued turning.

The sponge dipped into the soapy water again before brushing up against her shoulder. Star Tracker slowly worked in a circular fashion as he washed down her foreleg to her hoof, slowly removing the dried cum stains. Then he started massaging her barrel, slowly working his way back. She no longer needed to consciously lift her tired wings as the arousal alone was sufficient now, and once again, the tingling pleasure of being washed beneath her wing caused her to tense up

No words were exchanged this time as he reached her cutie mark, and again he stopped to give it some extra focus. Then, he continued down her hind leg, once again washing only the outside of it.

He reached her hoof, and then pulled away. Twilight was lost in bliss for several moments before she even realized he had stopped.

“What’s wrong?” she said, opening her eyes.

“There’s nowhere else to clean,” he replied. “Except, uh…”

“It’s alright, Star Tracker,” Twilight replied. “It’s okay, you can continue.”

Star Tracker began to visibly tremble, his nervousness stemming not just from the difference between his status and hers, but also from his utter inexperience. He was starting to think he should have taken Reliquary up on her offer so that he’d have more confidence.

“Look,” Twilight continued. “Follow my lead.”

Twilight shifted in the tub, pressing her back against the tub and spread her legs open wide. Then, she gently took his hoof in hers, and pressed it to her upper chest, gently moving in a circle. “Just start here,” she said. “And work your way down as you feel more comfortable.”

“O-o-o-o-o-okay,” Star Tracker stuttered. Princess Twilight Sparkle, the prettiest mare in Equestria, was exposing her teats to him and asking him to…

Her chest had been ‘generously’ coated throughout the day, and the off-white stains on her fur were nearly ubiquitous. He gently scrubbed them out, steeling his nerves as he moved lower and lower on her chest. It did not take long before he had reached her teats.

His hoof withdrew. “S-s-sorry!” he yelped, dropping the sponge.

Twilight simply levitated it back to his hoof, holding it there until he took it again.

“I told you, it’s okay. I want this.”

“R-right.” His hoof shook violently as he once again placed in upon her chest, this time right over her teat. He pressed down firmly, willing his leg to stop shaking, and then the soft sponge gently moved as he eased up, caressing Twilight’s nipple. His courage slowly built up, and he eventually brought the sponge over to touch her other teat as well.

“Mmm,” Twilight hummed, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. Her wings extended just a little bit more as she relaxed. Her vulva was winking furiously, obscured from Star Tracker’s sight by the sudsy water.

When he pulled the sponge away again, she looked down at her chest - he had managed to scrub clean every part of her that wasn’t submerged. She lifted her hind leg out of the water and presented it to him.

“You didn’t do my hind legs,” she replied.

“I did,” he replied.

“Not the inside,” Twilight chastised.

“I didn’t want to… uh… g-g-give you the wrong idea,” he replied, his voice still shaking a little. “When I got t-t-t....”

She smiled softly at him. “I don’t think I am getting the wrong idea at all. You are. Do you want to continue?”

Star Tracker traced the contours of Twilight’s leg with his eyes. The hoof, the lower cannon, the knee, her upper cannon, her hip, right where it joined with the rest of her body, just under the surface of the water. A just beneath the surface would be…

The sponge came down on the frog of her hoof, gently working back and forth. Star Tracker’s eyes met Twilight’s as he rubbed softly in and around her hoof, and then he began slowly working the sponge into the fur of her lower cannon. Then he was at her knee. Her upper cannon.

Twilight lifted herself from the water, interrupting his subtle intrusion, rolling over back to her hooves. Then she lifted the leg up and held it out at an angle, giving him better access to her inner thigh.

And the most amazing view he had ever seen in his life. Her belly was slightly swollen from the sheer amount of fluids that had been pumped into her, accenting those perky teats which came together just in front of the dark flesh that formed her vulva. Her nether lips were puffy and swollen from the abuse they had suffered, but that didn’t stop her clit from winking every few moments, still spraying a bit of the spunk left inside of her each time. The pink interior of her pussy peeked out from between the swollen lips, tantalizing him with a view of the place beyond where he should be able to see. Above that, the slightly agape pucker of her asshole drooled a thin line of white cream.

It was sexy, alluring, and yet somewhat revolting all in equal measure - a painful reminder of what he’d witnessed not an hour before. He averted his gaze.

“I’m sorry Princess. I can’t do this,” he murmured.

“Why?”

“Because. There’s no future here. When I spend my entire life comparing every mare I ever meet to what you’re offering me in this moment? It’s not fair to them.”

Twilight felt a warmth in her chest, a swelling love that he would care so much for his future wife. She drew herself up to her full height, standing just taller than Star Tracker, and turned to face him.

“That is incredibly sweet of you, Star. But I don’t think you’re understanding what I am asking,” she replied. “What I am asking is for you to raise my children by my side. As their father.” She swallowed hard, steeling herself for what she was about to say.

“And as my lover.”

Star Tracker’s mouth hung open, speechless. The sponge fell into the water again.

“B-but… how will you ever be happy with me? Celestia told me everything. And I know the next time you’re in heat, I won’t be able to get you pregnant. I could never satisfy you like…” His eyes drifted toward her hindquarters - the place where, just moments before, he had seen the fluids of literally dozens of stallions flowing freely. “Like them,” he said sadly.

Twilight shook her head. “An alicorn in heat doesn’t need to be pregnant to be satisfied. And we definitely don’t need an orgy,” she said quietly. “That was my mistake.”

“B-b-b…”

Her hoof pressed over his lips, silencing him. She leaned in close. “All an alicorn needs from her lover during her heat is a regular rutting.” His eyes went wide. “Every. Single. Night.”

Star Tracker swallowed nervously as the blood heading to his dick felt like it was going to make it explode. This was a massive departure from what he had expected. “I-I-I don’t know about raising your foals. And I don’t know about being your l-l-l-l-lover, b-but I would certainly like to get to know you.”

“Then we can start with dinner.”

“Y-yes, dinner.”

“But!” Twilight interrupted. “I can’t go to dinner until I’m done cleaning up, so…” She turned to the side and raised her leg again.

He tried not to stare as he continued the work up her leg, trembling intensely from his now-shot nerves. The sponge brushed her vulva and immediately fell from his shaking hoof, splashing into the sudsy water again. Fishing it back out, he continued washing her until he had completely removed any evidence of her previous activities from her leg. Twilight turned to the side, her flagged tail passing just in front of his nose. The smell of her heat still clung to the strands, and he inhaled a lungful of the sweetest air in the universe. His eyes opened wide as his jaw fell slack for a moment, but she continued past him, raising her other leg for his service.

She could see the impact she was having on him as his throbbing stallionhood stood out from its sheathe, pulsing in the steamy bathroom air. Her wings stiffened painfully as she closed her eyes and dreamed of impaling herself on it again.

Star Tracker had been inexperienced and awkward, but her experience with him was still one of the better sexual encounters she’d ever had, driven largely by how sweet and sensitive he was to her needs. She was hoping to coax more of that experience out of him. An involuntary shudder ran through her body as the sponge caressed her other thigh. She had to adjust her wings to keep her balance.

“C-C-Can I…”

Twilight opened her eyes again. Star Tracker was staring at her marehood, eyes crossed. She wasn’t even sure exactly what he was asking but judging from his behavior, there weren’t many options.

“Please,” Twilight whispered, fully expecting him to mount her.

Instead, his warm tongue touched her sore lips. The gentle touch was sensual and slow as he savored a moment he never believed would have ever happened to him. His tongue traced the top of her folds, just below her pucker, sliding slowly down the meaty, inflamed lips, until he reached her winking clit. He brushed over it with his tongue as it came out to greet him, and Twilight’s wings shot out to full extension.

Star Tracker continued licking up the other side, reaching the top again, and then coming straight down the center of her folds, slowly sliding deeper into her as her fluids slowly trickled from her aroused canal. However, the combination of her fluids mixed with dozens of loads of stallion cum tasted terrible. He raised his head, letting the slimy mixture drip off of his tongue and into the bathwater.

Twilight’s sultry gaze met his. Star Tracker grinned sheepishly and brought the sponge down to wipe away the cum stains around her pussy and asshole.

“Star, please,” she growled lustfully, bending her head down and flagging her tail. “I want you inside of me.”

Author's Note

The next chapter will finally close out this journey. Thank you to everyone who has followed the story thus far, especially to those in my various Discord hangouts who have provided pre-reading and editing assistance.

... You Plan to Foal

1 Day After the Incident

Sunburst opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. Had yesterday really happened? He glanced down at Starlight, cuddled up to him on one side. On the other, his mother was in a similar pose. Light snoring filled the room.

He sat up slowly, careful not to wake the slumbering mares. His normally clean room was a disaster area. Half-dried streaks of cum covered the walls in various places. The covers they were collectively sleeping under were similarly stained.

The last day had been a blur where each hour of passion and pleasure blended into the next. It was almost surreal to see that it hadn’t all been a dream. He slowly wiggled himself out of the grasps of the two mares in the bed and crawled to the floor at the foot of it. The mares groaned and mumbled, reaching out for him in his absence, each finding the other and cuddling into each other.

Sunburst smiled, and then he went to go drain his bladder. Much easier said than done with his raging morning wood. Even harder to do when he opened his bathroom door to see Firelight standing there, drying himself off with a towel.

“Hey, there, Sun.”

Was that Sun, or Son? Sunburst wondered. “Hey, um. About yesterday…”

“I can’t believe you nearly fell asleep,” Firelight laughed. “But, wow. I had no idea you had it in you.” Firelight paused. “Well, I mean, you didn’t. You had it in her. Maybe ‘them’ is the best word. But man, that was one hot display you put on.”

Sunburst briefly re-lived the moments of the day before as Firelight talked. He shook his head. “I think we need to talk about all this. I’m not exactly proud that I… fucked… my mom. And I still don’t know how I feel about seeing you fuck the mare I’ve been pining for my entire life.”

“But it was great to watch, wasn’t it?”

Sunburst didn’t say anything for a moment, staring at himself in the mirror. His lack of glasses made it hard to make out his own features. A fitting moment, as he wasn’t sure how he saw himself in light of the last twenty-four hours.

“You, uh… you don’t regret it, do you?” Firelight asked. “I’m sorry if it bothered you. Her musk was just… Well, you know. I don’t want this to get in the way of your relationship with my daughter. She really does love you more than anything in the world.”

“I know,” Sunburst said. “And I’m not mad at you. Not really. More disappointed in myself than anything. How didn’t I see that kids weren’t the most important thing to her? I thought I knew her better than that.”

“Listen, Sun. Love makes us do stupid things, and it often makes us blind to the obvious things that other ponies can clearly see. Watching you and Starlight make love last night? Now I can clearly see what I never saw in you before. You’re a good stallion, Sunburst. And I’m glad that I’ll soon be able to call you my son.”

So he hasn’t been calling me son. “Yeah, I’m still a little confused, to be honest. You’re planning on marrying my mom, and then I… had sex with her. And you’re just… okay with this?”

“I’ve been a swinger my entire life. I certainly don’t mind watching my mare being taken by another stallion. As long as there’s no intent to humiliate me, I’m down to watch any day. In fact, there’s a well-known couple right here in Ponyville whose foals might actually be mine. Don’t ask, don’t tell.”

“Then, is Starlight even your daughter?”

“Oh, absolutely. That is not even a question. Her mother didn’t start getting freaky until after she was born.”

Sunburst stared at the sink, focusing on calm breaths and trying to find a place of meditation. “They were both in heat, weren’t they?”

Firelight ran a hoof through his still-wet hair. “Yeah, they were,” he said cooly. “That might be… problematic. Your mother doesn’t want foals.”

“It’s true that I said I didn’t plan to have a foal of my own,” Stellar replied, pushing open the door. She walked up right behind Sunburst. “But sometimes plans can change,” she whispered in his ear.

Starlight walked into the bathroom, closed the door behind her, and sat against it. It was starting to get crowded.

“Why is everypony in here?” Sunburst cried out.

“Well, there’s a lot to unpack here,” Stellar said with a dreamy sigh.

“That’s an understatement,” Starlight said, a slight smile in her voice. “Sunburst, we need to talk.”

“No, we don’t! I need to pee!”

2 Weeks After the Incident

“I’m sorry, Twilight,” Celestia sighed. “The Senate refuses to budge on this. The law says you must marry, and I no longer have the authority to overrule them.”

“It’s a stupid law,” Twilight replied. “Why is it so important to them?”

“Because it protects their status. Too much of their status is bound up in how much of Luna’s blood they carry, and if a noble has a child out of wedlock, then the lineage becomes uncertain. With how they’ve structured the hierarchy, that causes the whole thing to collapse.”

“Certainly they’ve had cases where a child’s parentage is called into question. What about a married couple where the wife has an affair?”

“The illusion of hierarchy is more important than the accuracy.”

“Great,” Twilight said with a sigh.

“Oh, Twilight. You should just be happy the paper ran a piece about you and Star Tracker. Even if you’re not married, you don’t have to hide him from the public! Believe me, it's rough.”

5 Months After the Incident

“Sister, look at this picture!” Luna said excitedly. “You can see my baby bump!”

Luna levitated a picture over to Celestia.

“I don’t see anything,” Celestia replied.

“No, you see, look at the picture. And then look at me!”

Celestia squinted at the photo and then peered over at Luna’s belly. There was a difference there. Probably not one large enough without a photo reference, but…

“Horseapples,” Celestia cursed.

“What?” Luna asked, crestfallen. “What’s wrong?”

“Remember Prince Blueblood?”

“What about him?”

“If he finds out you’re pregnant, he’s going to be livid. He’ll probably try to turn the entire Senate against you.”

“Why on earth would he do that?”

“Because none of them can claim to be of purer blood than one of your immediate children. His title will be stripped and given to the foal.”

Luna’s jaw dropped. “I… I didn’t even think about that! But, what do we do?”

“Hopefully, they won’t notice.”

“Sister, what makes you think they will not notice a full-term pregnancy?!” Luna shouted, stomping her hoof on the floor.

Celestia furrowed her brow. “You’re right. This probably isn’t as simple as I’d hoped.”

11 Months After the Incident

Thanks to the effect Twilight had on the mares everywhere she went, the population of Equestria was expected to increase by nearly 15% in the coming weeks, and the maternity wards all across the country were full to overflowing. As a result, all of the princesses had agreed to convert large parts of their castles into additional hospital space, but it was at the Friendship Castle in Ponyville where all of the most important births were taking place.

One room in the Friendship Castle had been converted into a massive waiting chamber. Thirty-one stallions sat on, at, or around the room on various benches and tables, or just on the floor itself. Low voices permeated the room as they talked.

“Who the hell wrote this script?” Spike asked the guard at the door.

“I don’t know,” the guard replied. “It was given to me by Princess Cadance.”

Spike flew over to a podium at the head of the room and cleared his throat. “Welcome, gentlecolts,” Spike announced. “I’ve been asked to gather you all here in the name of the Crown.” The murmur died as all of the stallions turned to him. “As you all know, the last time you were all in this castle together, you were running a train on Princess Sparkle.” One of the stallions cheered.

“And I’ll remind you,” Spike said, glaring at the offending stallion, “before you cheer about that again, you might want to consider that that’s my mother we’re talking about, and I breathe fire.” He spat a bit of fire out to emphasize his point, and then cleared his throat, looking down at the paper again. “And that’s why you’ve been brought back again today. She’s currently in labor, with not one-- not even two-- But three foals! And among us in this room today are up to three ponies who sired them.”

Spike paused to read the room. There was dead silence among the gathered ponies.

“And some of you also made the choice of mounting Princess Luna after the fact, completely of your own will,” he continued flatly. “That’s four new fillies for the royal family. For those of you who aren’t aware, the law requires that any pony who impregnates a noble - and I doubt I need to remind you that there isn’t anything more noble than one of the Princesses - is required by law to marry her. Even if that means divorcing your spouse.”

Several gasps were heard throughout the assembly.

“But!” Spike roared over the rising voices. “The law doesn’t have a way to account for multiple fathers. And that’s a problem, because it is quite unlikely that all of Twilight’s foals have the same father, and there’s also a possibility that Luna and Twilight might share a sire between them. The Senate, as usual, has proven completely incompetent and is incapable of resolving this conundrum!”

A low rumble of agreement rippled through the ponies.

“So, Celestia has asked for you all to come to an agreement, for which I will be the arbitrator. If the Senate will not find an answer, we will do it ourselves!”

Two hooves shot up.

“Yes, Thunderlane?”

Thunderlane stood up. “Uh, so I don’t know about the rest of you, but I love my wife. And I would recommend that if any of the fathers are married, but one of them isn’t, we should let the single stallion wed her.”

“Hear, hear!” several stallions shouted.

A grey hoof slowly raised.

“Starswirl?”

The elderly stallion stood up on shaky legs. “I’m not certain that it would be wise for me to wed the young Princess. She looks up to me as a mentor, not a lover, and I would feel very awkward having any romantic entanglement with her. If it turns out that I am the father of one of her foals, I would prefer that responsibility fall to a different pony.”

“Old codger, you’d probably die of a heart attack halfway through the consummation!” one stallion shouted. Laughter echoed through the chamber.

“So, is there anypony else who would like to recuse themselves from consideration?” Spike asked aloud.

Night Light stood up. “Well, as you know Spike, I married her mother already!” he announced. Another chuckle. “I’ll confess that upgrade is certainly tempting. The new version is pretty and young, and I won’t pretend that I didn’t enjoy the test ride, but at the end of the day I like the old model. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Night Light stepped toward the door to where he knew Twilight would be giving birth, but a guard blocked his way.

“My daughter is having three babies,” he declared to the guard. “Get out of my way.”

“Sorry, sir. The Prince has ordered that no one leave this room until the results of the test are announced. Recusing yourself does not mean you can leave.”

“Well, Captain Prince can go choke on a dick,” Night Light growled. “Where even is he? He was there, too. He should be in here with the rest of us.”

“Sorry, sir. Even if he wasn’t my superior officer, I have no authority over a Prince.”

“Let me through,” Night Light repeated.

“Perhaps if you revoke your recusal, you’ll be a Prince in a few minutes,” the guard said with a crooked smile. “And then I won’t have any choice in the matter. Until then, you stay here.”

Raucous laughter erupted from the room as Night Light stomped back to a nearby bench.

Twilight was on her back, her hind legs in stirrups, grunting and groaning as she pushed. She was assisted on all sides by several nurses, including the still very pregnant Fluttershy. In beds on either side of Twilight were Applejack and Rarity, holding on to Twilight’s outstretched hooves as each nursed their own newborn foals, and on the opposite side of the room, Rainbow Dash, Stellar Flare, and Starlight Glimmer had their own beds. Rainbow held a sleeping foal on her chest, while Starlight and Stellar’s bellies were still swollen, waiting for their bodies to decide the time was right.

“Okay, Twilight. You need to relax and breathe for a moment,” Fluttershy said, standing at the head of Twilight’s bed.

Twilight gasped for air, sweat foaming on her coat. “How does any mare do this?!” she yelled.

“That’s not relaxing, Princess,” Redheart chastised.

Applejack squeezed her hoof. “It’s okay, Sugarcube.”

“You’ll get through this, darling,” Rarity added, squeezing her other hoof.

Twilight took a deep, pained breath.

“And it’s time to push again!” Redheart announced all too cheerfully.

Twilight’s strained screaming could be heard from out in the hallway, where Celestia sat, waiting patiently. Discord sat in a chair across the hall from her, uncharacteristically ignoring the chaos around them while smoking a pipe the issued bubbles instead of smoke and wearing a tan trench coat with a popped collar. His reptilian leg was crossed over the other leg as he used it to prop up a comically large newspaper.

Celestia had tried to engage him in conversation already, but - as usual - it had backfired spectacularly, and she was now content to just ignore him, choosing instead to look up at the crystal formations on the ceiling above.

Hooves clicked on the stone floor as Cadance and Shining Armor approached. Celestia turned to greet them.

Cadance pulled Celestia into a hug. “We came as soon as we heard,” she whispered.

“How’s she doing?” Shining asked with the stony gaze that Celestia knew from experience meant that he was nervous.

“Not well,” Celestia replied with a sigh. “A mortal mare would never survive a natural birth of triplets, but she is adamantly refusing surgery.” She shook her head sadly. “I fear she is going to have a long recovery.”

Cadance tilted her head. “Auntie, why are you out here in the hall? You’re one of the most important ponies in the world to her. You should be in there with her!”

“There’s not a lot of space in there right now, and I take up a lot of space,” Celestia admitted. “Nurse Redheart kicked me out.”

The Royal Canterlot Voice boomed from somewhere else in the castle. “DON’T TELL ME HOW TO GIVE BIRTH! I SWEAR TO MY SISTER, I HAVE SPENT MORE HOURS IN LABOR IN MY LIFE THAN YOU HAVE SPENT BREATHING, AND IF YOU DON’T GET THIS FOAL OUT OF ME RIGHT NOW, SO HELP ME I WILL LOWER THE MOON ONTO YOUR HOUSE!”

Celestia sighed and rolled her eyes.

“You know, given that she’s the mare who holds the record for the most live births, she certainly seems to hate the process,” Cadence quipped. “Who do you think the father is, anyway?”

“For which foal?” Celestia groaned. “Starlight, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Rarity won’t even talk about their ‘mystery donors’. I have my suspicions for most of them, but they either won’t say or don’t know. And if you mean Luna, Twilight, and Pinkie Pie? I don’t even have a clue. It seems the only father I do have a reliable answer for around here is for the one pregnant mare not in labor right now.”

“Oh, my…” Fluttershy gasped. “Nurse Redheart! I think… I think I’m finally having contractions!”

“Celestiadamnit,” Redheart cursed.

“Believe me, I’m working on it!” Celestia shouted back through the door.

“Wait, hold on. Can we back up a second? Pinkie Pie is pregnant?” Shining blurted, confused.

Discord gestured to the full-size page printed ad on the back of his newspaper. “Well, it says here, Pinkie Pie Presents ‘The Premier of the ‘Perfect Pink Pony Panacea to Placate your Problem Provoked by Penis-Pleasured Purple Princess Pussy to Proactively Procure Potent Procreation Product and get Pregnant via Prepared Precious Proteins Processed in Prostates’ pity-party!”

“What does hell does that even mean?” Shining asked.

“It means that she decided to give herself to all the stallions in Ponyville who were disappointed that they didn’t get a turn with Twilight,” Discord concluded.

“If that newspaper is eleven months old, why are you even here reading it?” Celestia growled.

Discord looked hurt. “Now, now, my wife’s been complaining that her back hurts for nearly four years now. I thought it might be time to give her a rest, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.”

Voices on the other side of the door were getting louder again.

“I can see the head!” Redheart shouted. “Keep pushing, you’re almost there!”

“See, sugarcube? Everything’s fine.”

“Yeah, except for the whole ‘two more to go’ thing,” Rainbow blurted.

“Rainbow Dash!” Rarity chastised. “We are supposed to be encouraging Twilight!”

“IT IS AN ALICORN FILLY?! OH, HAPPY NIGHT!” sounded the voice down the hall again, drowning out the bickering sounds.

“It’s a what?!” Cadence and Celestia both shrieked, abandoning their places and tearing down the hallway toward Luna’s ward.

Shining Armor stood next to Discord awkwardly as the two mares left.

“So,” Shining said. “What are you hoping for?”

Discord lowered the newspaper, peering at Shining through thick librarian’s glasses that hadn’t been there a moment before. “I’m sorry, but I don’t believe I understand the question,” he replied.

“Fluttershy’s uh… baby?” Shining scratched the back of his head with a hoof. “She said she was having contractions, didn’t she? So are you, y’know, expecting a pegasus? Do you want a filly, or a colt?”

“Oh, I’m hoping for maybe a sphinx. Perhaps a manticore. Just as long as he’s not like me; that would be just awful. I can’t compete with such good looks!”

“Y’know, I think I’m better off not knowing,” Shining decided.

In a matter of moments, an absolutely furious Cadance came storming back up the hallway, right toward Shining Armor. “YOU HAVE A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO DO, MISTER!” she commanded. It was rare that Cadance ever invoked the Royal Canterlot Voice, but when she did, Shining knew he was in trouble. Cadance seized him by the ear with her magic and headed back toward Luna’s ward, dragging him behind her as he stumbled on his hooves.

“Help?” he begged Discord, scrabbling his hooves against the stone as he was dragged away.

“Oh, that sounds like a good idea,” Discord replied, floating into the ward Twilight was in.

“HELP!” Shining screamed.

“Fluttershy!” Discord called out. “I’m here to help you!”

Fluttershy looked up at her husband, clearly distressed. Her legs buckled underneath her as a nurse tried to help her into a bed. Discord snapped his fingers and Fluttershy teleported instantly onto the bed, her swollen belly suddenly back to her normal size, and a bizarre-looking foal cradled between her hind legs, nursing at her oversized swollen teats.

“Now that’s just cheatin’!” Applejack huffed.

“Oh, he’s adorable,” Fluttershy replied, completely unfazed by the sudden change in circumstances. “... But, what is he?”

“I assure you, dear, I…” He looked down at the bizarre creature. “I actually have no clue,” Discord replied truthfully.

“Would you all SHUT UP!?” Twilight shouted as she started another push. “Aaaaa~~~”

“~~~!

“Ah!!!!” she screamed, finally running out of air as a massive release of pressure and relief flooded her senses.

“Okay, that’s one!” Redheart said, immediately placing the newborn foal on Twilight’s chest. “Now, let’s try and take a short break. There’s two more to go.” Redheart leaned in and stuffed a hoof into Twilight’s abused canal, helping the next foal get into proper position.

Twilight got to hold the tiny foal in her hooves. She had never held such a tiny body before. She gazed lovingly at the little unicorn colt. A unicorn! Twilight smiled at the tiny life in her hooves - and it was short-lived as another nurse swept him away from her after only a few moments.

“Alright, round two!” Redheart announced. “Come on, Princess. You’re doing great. Stay with me here!”

“I’m gonna go kill him,” Cadance announced.

A doctor stood nearby, documenting the result of the paternity spell. The door to Luna’s room slammed shut, startling him. The pencil and clipboard clattered to the floor.

Luna stared at the filly in her hooves, not paying attention to anypony else around her. The filly’s coat was as black as night, and her horn completely straight. Her wings had feathers that carried just a hint of blue when the light hit them just right, and her mane and tail were a platinum silver that shone like the moon itself. Literally. The foal was illuminating the room.

“Oh, little one,” Luna cooed, booping the filly’s tiny snoot. “I think I’ll call you Kuu. And just you wait. For your tenth birthday, the Blue Moon will return, and we’ll get you a playmate.”

“Kuu, huh?” Celestia said wistfully, sitting beside the bed. “Alright.” She gazed up at the decorated ceiling above; a mural of the Elements of Harmony. All six of the elements would be mothers - if not already, then soon. She wondered idly if their children would be as instrumental to Equestria as they had been themselves.

“It is strange,” Luna murmured. “Though I have had many children, I have never had an alicorn foal before. I’ve always known I would outlive my children before, but now… I scarcely know what to do.”

“Shining Armor is the father…?” Celestia mused.

“Yes, that’s what the test result says,” the doctor replied.

“... I wonder…”

In another room, Mudbriar, Cloudy Quartz, Igneous Rock and all of the Pie sisters stood in a circle around Pinkie’s bed. Pinkie Pie was sprawled on the bed, holding two grey-coated pegasus fillies to her chest as they snored away.

“Why do you have two?” Maud asked flatly.

“Because I had to make up for not being in the fic, silly!” Pinkie replied. “You can’t have a Main 6 tag if you don’t have all six of us! Look!” She held up one of the fillies to Maud. “They look just like you!”

“Actually, they look like Marble,” Mudbriar interjected.

“I heard the Wonderbolts were involved,” Maud continued.

“Well, duh.” Pinkie put a hoof to her chin, her face suddenly looking very serious. “Who do you think the father is?”

“Not Marble.” Limestone growled.

“Oh, you’re probably right!” Pinkie replied cheerfully. “Wow, Limey, you’re really good at this game.”

“Having foals is not a game, Pinkie,” her mother chastised.

Twilight was sure she no longer had the energy to keep pushing. The second foal had been birthed several minutes earlier - a little earth pony filly with a dark purple coat and a lilac mane. She’d had precious little time with her daughter before it, too, was taken away. And now she was in an incredible amount of pain as her womb’s contractions seized, trying to push out the last of her foals. Her weakened and exhausted muscles were not pushing well enough to make any progress.

The health of the Princess’s unborn foal was now the highest priority. Several doctors and nurses had flooded the room, bringing medical devices that required them to wheel all of the beds for the mothers who had already foaled out into the hallway, leaving only Starlight, who had only just begun having contractions herself, and Stellar Flare, who held Starlight’s hoof reassuringly.

A glass of half-melted ice sat next to a tall bottle in the castle kitchen. Star Tracker rested his head next to it, tears welling in his eyes. He’d excused himself from the maternity ward shortly after Twilight went into labor, not wanting to hear the results of the paternity test when the inevitable moment came.

After all that had happened, and all the time he’d had to prepare for it mentally, he still wasn’t keen on Twilight’s impending marriage. Or the consummation that would have to follow when she was healed enough to do so.

They already had an agreement that he would be Twilight’s first and only love, in spite of the wedding. The marriage was to be one of political necessity, after all. But it still didn’t sit well with him. He’d already suffered through seeing her bred by dozens of other stallions while his heart bled for her on the sidelines, but at least then, it was the result of a compulsion - something irresistible that he could place the blame on.

This time, no magic would be involved. She would sleep with another pony soon. She would do it with full cognizance of what she was doing. And it wouldn’t be him.

He tried to pour another glass, but the bottle proved empty. He threw it in the trash next to the other one, and staggered across the kitchen to get another.

After the rest of the mares’ beds had been crammed out into the hallway, another nurse had carted them off to other rooms, and Fluttershy had been separated from the rest of the girls.

Sugar Belle moved down the hall at a quick trot, and turned sharply into the room the other mares were in, shaking with nervous excitement at her first chance to finally see the tiny foal she would raise as her own.

Rainbow Dash gasped out as the commotion of the new arrival caused her foal to stir and latch on to her nipple, nursing on the swollen teat. It was nothing like the suckling Applejack had done during the later stages of their pregnancies; less sexy, but oddly relaxing as she felt her milk let down. She beamed down at the little violet earth pony filly and her still-damp three-toned mane. No part of the baby stood out as distinctly Big Macintosh at all, but the red, yellow, and blue mane certainly was reminiscent of Rainbow Dash herself.

Applejack and Rainbow Dash had been worried that the filly would look nothing like Rainbow, but now Rainbow was more concerned that Applejack’s traits wouldn’t show in the filly. Though, considering the kicks the little fighter gave while still in the womb, there was little doubt that the tiny life in her hooves was an Apple to the core.

“What should we call you, huh, Squirt?” Rainbow asked, smiling.

“How about Chromatic Sky?” Applejack replied.

“That sounds like a cute name,” Sugar Belle agreed.

Rainbow Dash tilted her head to look past Sugar Belle, focusing on her wife in the bed next to her. Applejack cradled a tiny colt in her forelegs. “Do we really want both of them to be nicknamed ‘Roma’?” Rainbow asked.

Applejack glanced down at the sleeping Apple Aroma. His mane was cherry red and his coat a golden-rod yellow, just like Applejack’s sister, with a tiny horn poking out from beneath his mane. Unicorns were unusual in the Apple bloodline, but not entirely unheard of.

“I dunno,” Applejack replied. “They’re half-siblings, technically. I don’t see anything wrong with naming them like siblings.”

“I think they’re closer to three-quarters siblings,” Sugar Belle clarified, gently lifting Aroma in her magic and nuzzling the little foal. “I’m still not particularly happy about that, by the way.”

Applejack averted her eyes. “I’m sorry you feel that way, Sugarcube. I honestly didn’t mean for it to happen like this.”

Sugar Belle tapped her hoof on the railing of the bed in thought. “Big Macintosh told me the new house will be ready for the two of you to move in by the time we get back. We’ve been talking a lot about everything that happened. And the big question we want to know about is… Are the two of you interested in doing this again?”

“What, you mean both of us?” Rainbow Dash blurted. “Like… with him. Again?”

“I… I know you aren’t into stallions, but… you did agree once before,” Sugar Belle whispered.

Rainbow Dash looked from Apple Aroma, to Sugar Belle, to Applejack, and then down at Chromatic Sky (name pending), in her hooves. “I… really don’t know,” she confessed. “I had thought you would take Applejack’s and then I wouldn’t have to… do it. Again. But, if...” Rainbow Dash met Applejack’s soft gaze.

Applejack leaned in and kissed Rainbow passionately on the lips. “I reckon we’ll have to discuss that together,” Applejack said, pulling away from her love. “And I mean all of us. As a family.”

Rarity listened quietly to their exchange, a soft smile on her lips. She clutched her own foal close to her chest. Lost in thought.

Another foal? She wondered if she was losing her mind as she rolled the thought around in her head. She knew this one wouldn’t be hers for long, but she was starting to reconsider giving the little filly up. The Element of Generosity would never renege on an agreement, of course, but the thought was there. The cream-colored earth pony sleeping in her forelegs was simply adorable, and Rarity wanted to hold her forever.

It didn’t hurt that her line of maternity gowns had been incredibly successful, thanks to the huge spike in pregnant mares in the wake of Twilight and Starlight’s little stunt, and Rarity had grown quite accustomed to wearing them. And by extension, accustomed to being pregnant.

It had been somewhat cathartic to be able to stop watching her figure as closely with her swollen belly, and she dreaded having to go to a much stricter diet once the foal was weaned. She knew another pregnancy wouldn’t last forever, but perhaps with a bit of time... she could try again. And again.

Oh, fuck me hard, Rarity thought to herself. I need to find a stallion to wed.

Starlight and Stellar Flare were wheeled into another room, where Sunburst and Firelight waited patiently for them to arrive.

“Hi, honey,” Starlight said softly as the nurse parked her bed. “Look.” She unwrapped a tiny unicorn colt from the little blanket it was swaddled in. “What do you want to name him?”

Sunburst looked at the incredibly small wonder of life in front of him. It wasn’t his. He knew it wasn’t his child, but the short, fuzzy mane was orange. It reminded Sunburst of himself. Meanwhile, the filly squirming toward his mother’s teats shared Firelight’s colors, giving him a sense of relief that he hadn’t knocked up his mom.

Of course, color didn’t always mean anything at all. Maybe it was all just wishful thinking.

“Looks just like his daddy,” Firelight said, clapping him on the shoulder with a hoof. “I knew you had it in you, son.”

“Dad,” Starlight said sternly. “You know that’s impossible.”

Stellar Flare giggled. “Reality is what you make of it, Starlight. It’s foolish to plan for the impossible, but that doesn’t mean you don’t make plans. Go on. Both of you. Embrace the gift that’s been given to you.”

Twilight Sparkle slowly opened her eyes, her entire body numb with pain. Above her stood Twilight Velvet, who had tiny pricks of tears encroaching on the corners of her eyes. “Oh, Sparkie,” the elder Twilight whispered, pulling her daughter into a hug. “You’re okay. You’re really okay!”

The younger Twilight hugged her mother back weakly, unbidden tears coming to her own eyes. “It’s okay, mom,” she whispered. “I’m right here.”

“I’m so glad.”

The two remained in an embrace until a quiet grunting drew the elder Twilight’s attention.

Twilight Velvet pulled away and reached down toward the other Twilight’s lower legs, carefully dislodging the squirming foal from Twilight Sparkle’s teat. The little filly cried only for a moment, calming down again after being placed onto her mother’s chest.

Twilight Sparkle stared in wide-eyed wonder down at the newborn life in her hooves. It was the same filly she’d held last - her second child. The other one, still nursing down below, was the little unicorn colt. The third one was nowhere to be seen. A sensation of dread welled up in her chest.

“Mom,” Twilight Sparkle croaked out, tears beginning to spill from her eyes. “Where’s the--”

“Shh,” Twilight Velvet hushed her daughter, tears in her own eyes. “Everything’s fine, she’s just…”

There was a momentary pause. Twilight Sparkle mentally steeled herself for bad news as Twilight Velvet reasserted control over her own emotions.

“Well... it’s awkward.”

Shining Armor stared at the three sleeping alicorn fillies in front of him, the middle one towering over her new half-sisters like a guardian angel.

“I swear on the Heart, your dick must be extra magical,” Cadence stated flatly. “Everything you make has wings, even when it shouldn’t.”

“It makes you sing like an angel, wings or not,” Shining said, puffing up his chest.

“That’s not what meant,” Cadance reprimanded, slapping him across the back of the head with a hoof.

“Yeah,” Shining said, a small grin forming on his face. “I’m thinking maybe I shouldn’t have named it,”

Cadance rolled her eyes. “I told you it was a stupid name. Who even names their dick?!”

“Lots of stallions name their dicks!” Shining argued, throwing his forehooves in the air.

“Oh, really?” Cadence demanded, her eyes narrowing. “Name one.”

“Every stallion you’ve ever met!” Shining announced. He glared at his wife, daring her to find proof otherwise.

Cadence stared furiously at her husband for several moments before turning back to the trio of fillies. “I’m not nursing these two,” she declared, gesturing to the newborn foals. “Not setting myself back ten years, nope. This is your problem to figure out.”

“They’re not even yours, why do you care so much?”

“Because one of them belongs to my aunt. My aunt who, I might add, will be your wife tomorrow, while I get left as a single mother!”

“Don’t pretend it’s something it’s not. It’s not like I’m going to go live with her,” Shining groused. “And then when I knock you up, the law says you’ll be my wife again, Luna will be divorced. She’s used to that, isn’t she?”

“You’re really missing the point here!” Cadance shrieked, pointing a hoof at the foals. “The other one belongs to your sister! And both of them are yours! I don’t care that they’ve agreed to take care of the foals, you know we’re going to end up foalsitting! Constantly!”

Shining Armor sat in confusion. “Why would we have to do that?”

“Because Luna stays up all night! You can’t just raise a baby at night!”

“Well, then maybe ask if Twilight can raise both?”

“So you think she’ll just be ‘okay’ with raising four foals at the same time?”

“She’s already going to be stuck with three, what’s one more?”

Cadance went slack, completely overwhelmed by her husband’s lack of awareness. “Oh, Moonrocks, you’re really not getting this,” she muttered.

The Prince and Princess of the Crystal Empire sat in an uncomfortable quiet.

“Y’know,” Shining finally said. “I wouldn’t have named my dick Larsen if you’d have let me name it Red Bull like I wanted.”

Cadance threw her hooves in the air and screamed.

“Shining Armor, you’re a Lunadamned moron!”

The stallions all stood around Rockhoof, engrossed in his animated retelling of the First Siege of Changeling Rock. “And only then, after the earthquake shattered the hive’s defensive layer, where the earth ponies able to finally gain a foothold. A small gap had formed, enabling several ponies to get inside the structure, where they destroyed the queen’s obsidian throne!”

Spike blew a plume of fire into the air, signalling from the podium that it was time to stop and take their seats again.

“We have the results!” he announced, waving the sheets of paper in his claw. “If you could all get settled please, I’ll be announcing the fathers shortly.”

The room stirred as each stallion quickly settled in.

“But before I get into that, first, a very special announcement! Equestria has a new Princess! Princess Kuu - a filly born to our very own Princess Luna this very night!”

The room erupted in applause.

“And the father is…” The applause was replaced by a drumroll of hooves on the ground. “Prince Shining Armor,” he announced. “That’s really awkward!”

Spike tossed that page away. “Moving on!”

“We have…” he paused, reading the page three times to be sure he was seeing it right. “We have… another announcement! A second Princess has been born tonight, this one to Princess Twilight.” He couldn’t keep the forced energy running any longer, reverting to dead pattern of speech. “She has not yet taken the time to name her children, so we don’t have any idea what to call her.”

“And the father is also Shining Armor,” he deadpanned. “No, I’m not joking. No, the agreement didn’t plan for that. I expect his life to be cut short by an angry Princess of Love by the end of the night. Rest in Peace, my literal brother from another mother.”

“The next child, a little unicorn colt, sired by Night… Light…” he trailed off. “What the fuck, dad. You, too? This family is messed up.”

“And the last, a little earth pony filly…”

1 Hour After the Incident

“I want you inside of me.”

Star Tracker dropped the sponge again, and this time it stayed in the water. Twilight’s sex was right there in front of him, winking madly. She was calling his name - literally begging for him to accept the proffered invitation.

He stood to his hooves, stepping into the tub so that the porcelain wouldn’t get in the way. Twilight turned with him, her tail flipping the other way as her muscles twitched in anticipation.

Two forelegs lifted from the water to seize around Twilight’s barrel. His erection was mere inches away from parting her folds - an act that he had never done in his own memory before. The shuddering terror of inexperience overtook him and he began trembling as he pushed up slightly more against her back.

Her head turned to his. “It’s okay,” she reassured him. “You’ll be fine. I really do want this.”

Star Tracker nodded wordlessly and pressed forward - not with intent to penetrate, but with the intent to kiss. Their lips met. Twilight closed her eyes and pressed her lips into his, his inexperienced tongue dancing around hers with uncertainty. If he had been trying, he’d missed the mark; she could feel his erection between her teats, throbbing softly with his heartbeat as they stood in their intimate embrace. Their lips parted and Star Tracker panted heavily, his warm breath tickling her ear. She shivered at the teasing sensation.

“Please,” she whimpered once again. ”Don’t make me ask again.”

“Okay,” he whispered. His head buried into her mane as he carefully repositioned himself. She felt the tip of his shaft press against her warm entrance. Then he took a deep breath, and pressed forward slowly into her.

His breath was let out slowly from between clenched teeth as he felt his cock sink slowly into the Princess that he’d longed since he was just a colt. It was wholly alien. It was entirely unbelievable. It was completely amazing. His hips met her flank and he sat there for a moment in disbelief.

All of the disgust he’d felt toward what the other stallions had done - what she’s been allowing them to do - came crashing down on him. He hugged her even closer with his forelegs as the affection he’d harbored for his entire life erupted in his heart, throwing all of that disgust away.

“I love you, Twilight.” His whisper was choked up as tears came to his eyes.

Those words again.

Those same three words he’d uttered right before she wiped his memory.

A stinging blurriness came to Twilight’s eyes and she struggled to stop herself from crying. “It’s strange,” she whispered, her soft voice cracking with emotion. “But think I might love you, too.”

And even though Star Tracker hadn’t moved at all, it felt like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. All of the guilt for what she’d done. All of the hiding to avoid him. It was all still there, but it suddenly didn’t matter the way it did before. And with that baggage no longer weighing her down, she longed for even more of his touch. Even though her sore pussy was nearly raw, she wanted him to have this. To give herself completely to him. Not because she was horny, or because he somehow deserved it. But because she truly desired it in her own heart.

And she wanted him to do it now.

She wiggled her hips, encouraging him to continue. He slowly obliged her, pulling out just as slowly as he had first entered. Then, he pushed forward again. The head of his flare went deep into her canal, kissing her cervix before pulling back. She moaned, no longer feeling a need to hold back. He grunted and moaned with her.

His cock slid out and then in again - faster and faster, the tip knocked into the doors of Twilight’s foal factory - a door which strained at the edges. His thrusting continued, each more frantic and desperate than the last, until he pressed forward again, slamming into her at the peak of his pleasure, and hilting her as deep as he could. The head of his cock squeezed through the barrier of Twilight’s womb, flaring out and sealing the exit.

Dying sperm cells littered the chamber. An egg, battered by the onslaught of the unsuccessful armies, floated amongst the fluids within her body, awaiting the moment it would be flushed out by her body’s natural cleaning processes.

The chamber shook once more; one final seismic event for the barely existent foals inside of her as two voices cried out somewhere beyond that world. The invader pulsed and throbbed as one more battalion of sperm cells raided the chamber, swimming about in an aimless search for a castle to siege.

One final battered castle wall caved under the onslaught as a lone champion slipped inside and took the throne before retiring to rest upon the uterine wall.

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Cream Horns

The little bakery in Our Town was closed for the evening, but the flicker of light inside betrayed the presence of four ponies sitting around a table. The mood was somber and uncomfortable as the little shop's owner, Sugar Belle, explained last night's activities to Princess Twilight Sparkle and her assistant, Starlight Glimmer. Sugar Belle's husband, Big Macintosh, shifted uncomfortably in his seat as his wife recounted even the most intimate of details, leaving not a single part of the story out.

"Oooookay. That's far more information than I needed," Starlight Glimmer announced, glancing back and forth at Big Macintosh and Sugar Belle. Twilight Sparkle scribbled intently on a piece of parchment, making sure to take a note of every detail.

"Eeyup," Big Macintosh muttered, eyes downcast. "You... you aren't going to publish that, are you Princess?"

Twilight ignored his question, looking up from her notes. "Is there a reason you haven't just gone to a fertility clinic?"

"Costs money," he grunted.

"A lot of money," Sugar Belle agreed. "We just want to have a child. My bakery is successful enough to pay our day-to-day expenses, but..." She looked over at Big Macintosh helplessly.

"Fertility, huh..." the big stallion murmured. "So you're saying we're not..." He trailed off, before letting out a snort. "Bits. Eeyup, it's always about bits. But the soil here ain't fertile, neither," he continued, gesturing with a hoof at several stunted apple trees outside the window. "Trees don't grow well. Farm here doesn't make money what like Sweet Apple Acres did. It's a growing town, Our Town. So I do what I can to help build new homes for the immigrants. But it don't pay great. We have enough to afford raising a child... But a fertility clinic?" He shook his head sadly. "Closest one is in the Crystal Empire. Nevermind treatment, we can hardly afford the travel expenses."

Sugar Belle nodded in agreement. Silence descended on the bakery for a short moment, disrupted only by the repetitive tick-tock of the clock on the wall. Starlight lifted a pastry from the plate on the table, taking a bite and chewing thoughtfully. Big Macintosh and Sugar Belle snuggled together, though it was more the result of habit, as neither seemed to take particular note of the other. Instead, their eyes gazed, unfocused, beyond the window and into the dimly lit main street of Our Town. Twilight read over all of the notes she had taken since they had arrived.

"You know, I've been thinking," Starlight announced. "And I'm not sure a fertility clinic would help."

Twilight turned her attention to Starlight. "Why not? Everything seems like it is... um... shall we say, working as it should. What else could there be?"

Big Mac shuffled uncomfortably in his seat.

"Well, Sugar Belle said they've been trying daily since they got married," Starlight replied. "While infertility certainly might be an issue, I don't think it is. Big Macintosh is a healthy stallion, and I don't think his physical development comes from a lack of, shall we say, working parts. But there's a very good chance he simply isn't able to overcome her magical resistance."

"What?" Twilight blurted. "Magical resistance? That... doesn't make any sense. Big Macintosh isn't the strongest Earth Pony I've met, but I've done tests on him before. His connection to magic is well within normal levels."

"Sure," Starlight Glimmer nodded, trailing a circle in the air with a hoof. "But have you considered hers?"

Big Macintosh stood up. "Could y'all explain what in the hay you're talking about?"

Starlight clopped a hoof on the table. "Just... hear me out, alright?"

"Macky, please," Sugar Belle said, pulling him back into her embrace. "Just sit down and let her talk."

Starlight Glimmer took a deep breath. "You all know what I tried to do here... before. When I had the entire village under my control. Or so I thought." Everypony at the table nodded. "I don't want to sound like I'm bragging, because I'm not, but my magic is very powerful; it even rivals Twilight's magic. No ordinary pony should have been able to overcome my charm spell. And yet-"

"I'll never have kids!" Sugar Belle abruptly shouted, realization dawning. "He'll never..." Her words faded as she broke down into tears.

Big Mac struggled to comfort her, confusion and anger flashing across his face. "Could somepony explain what in tarnation she's on about now?"

Twilight swallowed a growing lump in her throat. "I hate to even ask this, but after the things I've had to explain to Apple Bloom... Big Macintosh, did you ever have a proper sexual education course?"

"Eeenope." His head dropped and he shook it sadly. "I quit school to work the farm after ma and pa died. Only learned about the birds and the bees from the cows and the pigs."

Twilight nodded. "Well, Big Mac, you see... ponies have a... defense mechanism, of sorts. A defense that helps to ensure that our offspring are magically talented. As a filly's eggs mature, they feed off her latent magical energy and create a sort of barrier. A stallion's sperm also carries their own latent magic to punch through that barrier. Each individual sperm doesn't live in a stallion's body for very long, so it doesn't get the chance to absorb very much magic, but the sheer number of sperm that a stallion can produce means the sperm can overpower the shield by overwhelming it. The stronger a pony's latent magical prowess, the stronger these effects, mare and stallion alike.

“Now, the biology of the process heavily favors stallions, and it has generally been proven that most stallions should be able to impregnate most mares. In short, normally, this doesn't cause any issues except with a very small minority of stallions who have an extremely weak magical connection. The whole system is believed to prevent catastrophic loss of magical prowess through genetic selection, and it has worked relatively well.

"But the issue is compounded slightly by Unicorns. Earth Ponies have strong bodies, even if they don't have a strong connection to their earth magic. A pegasus with no connection to their magic can still fly away from danger, even if they can't manipulate the weather. But unicorns have frail bodies, and without their connection to magic, they're almost entirely defenseless. As a result, early evolution - back when the wilds were largely untamed - favored unicorn fillies whose eggs absorb more of their latent magic. It's one of the reasons why many fillies struggle with magic through puberty while colts seem to have no problems with it - their bodies are redirecting that energy elsewhere. It's also why there's not nearly as many unicorns as pegasi or earth ponies: while it rarely renders a couple incapable of foaling, it is harder for them to get pregnant.

“But the real problem comes at the extreme end of the spectrum. Amongst the strongest unicorns, the need for strong magic just to procreate is believed to be why unicorns have never developed a psychological aversion to inbreeding as the others did: Prior to the unification of Equestria, unicorn society was extremely insular to encourage the development of magical prodigies that were capable of controlling the moon and sun.

"But now I'm getting off topic. The magical shield around the egg is a lot like the wall of your barn. You throw enough rocks at it, it will chip away, becoming damaged, and eventually those rocks will break through. But a mare with powerful magic can end up with a wall that isn't made of a flimsy material like the wooden wall of a barn: if it's sturdy enough, you could throw billions of stones at it and it won't weaken at all. Adding more stones doesn't help. Higher sperm counts don't help. More sex doesn't help. What you need is boulders... You need sperm with more magic..." She paused, giving Big Macintosh an apologetic glance. "You need stronger sperm. And... that's not something you can force. Sperm are produced and die off in a stallion's body with regularity; they don't continue to stay in the body. Unlike a mare, who keeps her eggs in her body forever, a stallion holding back on sexual activity doesn't make them any stronger and has limited usefulness."

"So, you're saying that Sugar Belle has built a castle wall, and I'm trying to tear it down by slinging pebbles?" Big Mac looked down at the mare shuddering and sobbing in his hooves. "She can't ever have kids?"

"She could have kids," Starlight offered. "Just... not with you." Big Mac's face fell.

"STARLIGHT!" Twilight cried out. "You can't just say that!"

Big Mac raised a hoof. "No," he mumbled. "If what you're saying is true, then it's true. No sense sparing my feelings on the issue. Sometimes truth is what a stallion needs to know, even if he doesn't want to hear it." Sugar Belle let out another choked sob.

Twilight fidgeted in her seat. "There... might be a way."

Sugar Belle looked up, eyes shining with hope in the midst of a face streaked with tears. "Another way?" she squeaked. "How?"

Three pairs of eyes were boring into Twilight.

"I don't even know if it would work, but it might be worth trying." She took a deep breath. "If... if his sperm were to be exposed directly to a very strong magical source, they might be able to absorb some additional magical energy. But there are... complications."

Starlight raised an eyebrow. "Complications?"

"What kind of complications?" Big Macintosh asked, his voice quavering as his front hooves moved to protect his jewels.

Twilight blushed fiercely. "Uh, well... When I say 'exposed directly', I mean... 'in contact'... with a unicorn's horn. As they channel magic. So that the sperm might gain some power directly."

Starlight raised an eyebrow. "Twilight, you can't possibly expect the problem to be fixed just by rubbing his balls on her horn. If that was all it took, there would be no shortage of books on the subject."

"That's not it at all," Twilight interrupted. "It would have to be... outside the body."

Sugar Belle blinked. "You mean he would have to... finish... on my horn?" She blushed. “It still has to get… I’m not sure I’m that flexible.”

Twilight shook her head. "It won't attack itself. There would be no--"

"Wait, wait, wait," Starlight interrupted. "What won't attack itself? Her magic?" Twilight nodded. "You mean somepony else needs to help?"

"If she tried to do it herself, her magic would just protect the egg even more."

Big Macintosh and Sugar Belle exchanged a worried glance.

"And there's another problem," Twilight continued. "Sperm dies very quickly outside the body; the spell cast by the unicorn would have to be one designed to keep them alive as long as possible so that they can be... inserted... into... umm..." Twilight's wings were starting to stiffen slightly, and she tried desperately to will them to stay put.

"Are you saying you would have to horn-fuck me?" Sugar Belle inquired, eyes wide.

Twilight's wings shot out, fully erect. "It wouldn't have to be me," she blurted out. "I'm just saying that it might... work..." she trailed off, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"It would have to be powerful unicorn magic, right?" Big Macintosh asked. Twilight nodded dumbly.

"Then you have to be the one to do it," Sugar Belle declared.

"W-w-w-what?" Starlight stammered. "Why can't I do it? My magic is almost as strong as hers!"

"Because I'm not taking any chances with this." Sugar Belle paused to compose herself. "If... If I'm going to share my husband in bed with another mare... I want to be sure this works. The first time."

National Emerge and See

Rays of early morning light came through the windows, warming the cool air of Twilight’s throne room as dust motes captured the rays of light and scattered it about. One particular window illuminated the Cutie Map and the three alicorns around it.

Luna and Twilight stood side-by-side, flooding the room with the potent musk of two mares in heat, while Cadance stood on the other side of the map.

“So, you bind her to the Cutie Map,” Cadance said, raising an eyebrow at Luna. “And then any spell that affects Twilight is projected throughout Equestria.”

Luna nodded affirmatively. “And it will be amplified by the power of the Map.”

Cadance put a hoof to her head in consternation. “And Celestia knows what we’re doing?”

Luna fussed with her hooves nervously for a moment and shook her head. “I know she wouldn’t approve of using Ancient Magic. Though it can be used safely, it is far too dangerous when wielded improperly and she has worked hard to eliminate it in my thousand-year absence.”

“I see.” Cadance nodded to herself. Then she glanced at Twilight, who looked like she was only half-conscious, with heavy bags under her eyes. “I can’t believe you called me down here first thing in the morning for this. Have you even slept?”

Twilight shook her head sheepishly and blinked a few times. “I’ve been too worked up to sleep much,” she admitted.

Cadance knew Twilight. And she could tell that Twilight wasn’t going to be swayed from this plan. She could refuse to help, since they needed her talent for the plan to work, but ...

“Very well, then,” Cadance sighed. “Let’s get this done with.”

“Then We shall begin,” Luna declared. Bracing her hooves against the ground, her horn lit up with magical energy as she began chanting, eyes closed in concentration.

“Utenacaf luy voyepe pe. Used iteso oritihaw ibilow meve iror nato ocite sel unama: Uleni egayenuc hir iniehas di totezim. Niwatat ece nenas wiceta wo sacac ro son.”

Cadance looked at Twilight quizzically. “What is she doing?”

“The interfacing spell is Ancient Magic,” Twilight explained. “From what Luna explained to me, Ancient Magic uses verbal invocations to call upon the powers that created Equestria to effect change. Modern Equestrian magic, which draws upon our own reserves of magical energy, is much more limited as a result, but it is also several orders of magnitude safer.”

“Lebunoc eponinil gimi conie ukizey: Agesecen net nilot kicidu bor vi edoha: Gis ice nilalem. Roc hoc osa renilot lutiho. Pilag payoda se tidudad nebu demahen etenar letal sire obulerit.”

“I don’t understand a word she’s saying,” Cadance lamented.

“Neither do I,” Twilight agreed. “She says it is a dead language that only she and Celestia know.”

“Wodaf sarot ebe nuto mamare use etar yuxotot leri!”

As Luna completed her chant, Cadance felt a strange power gathering in the room - one so intense that the room seemed to dim around her as the very thickness of the magic in the air seemed to impede light. After a few moments, dense magical energies in the visible spectrum erupted from the map and engulfed Twilight, wisps of light swirling about her in varying purple and blue shades. Cadance could also feel the effects in her horn: a light tugging sensation, as if the map wanted to consume all of the magic around it and thrust it into Twilight.

Twilight relaxed, feeling the familiar warmth of Harmony around her as she cast her portion of the spell, the comparator. As she finished her part, an ethereal shell of purple light erupted from her, passing through the walls of the castle. Several moments later, a few Cutie Marks began appearing on the map - initially just at Ponyville, with Twilight’s own cutie mark as well as two other marks, but moments later a few more appeared further out. Rainbow Dash’s mark appeared over Cloudsdale. Celestia’s mark appeared over Canterlot, along with two others. When the spell had reached the edges of Equestria, there were perhaps two dozen marks.

“That’s not very many ponies,” Cadance observed.

Twilight’s face fell. “I know all of those marks,” she lamented. “And they’re all mares. I had hoped there was at least one stallion. On the other hoof, it isn’t really necessary to have a pony of my own calibre.”

Luna stopped channelling her own magic, and the warmth surrounding Twilight faded. “No stallions at all?” Luna wondered aloud.

“That isn’t too surprising,” Cadance replied. “Mares do have more latent magic reserves, as a generalization. It is used to nurture their children in the womb.”

The door to the north hallway suddenly opened and Starlight Glimmer trotted in, a broad smile on her face. Ignoring the collected Princesses, she headed straight toward the east hall, humming happily to herself.

Twilight brightened. “Starlight! What perfect timing!” Starlight stopped, turning slowly to Twilight with an apprehensive expression. “Would you be so kind as to help us with a little spell?” Twilight asked.

Starlight’s smile returned. “Sorry, Twilight,” she said, far too cheerfully. “I have a date with Sunburst this morning. There’s really not much time.”

“It should only take a few moments,” Twilight begged as Starlight continued on her way. “Please?”

Starlight stopped at the door to the east hallway, one hoof on the door. She sighed deeply. “Alright, but just for a few minutes. Sunburst is already on his way.”

Twilight took a moment to teach Starlight the comparator spell. Thankfully, Starlight was a quick study, and in just a couple of moments, Luna had begun her chant again. Starlight’s eyes widened in wonder as the room once again seemed to fade ever so slightly. A few moments later the Cutie Map once again exuded the warm energy that engulfed Twilight, and the wispy lights returned.

Cadance nodded to Starlight. “It’s your turn next. Cast the comparator on Twilight, and everypony in Equestria that has more latent magic than you should appear on the Cutie Map. Then, I can use my compatibility spell to narrow those down to ponies that Twilight might actually be able to court.”

“That’s what this is about? Good grief,” Starlight scoffed, rolling her eyes momentarily. “I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me at this point.” She shrugged “Whatever. Here it goes.”

Magic surged from Starlight’s horn into Twilight, causing Starlight to stumble forward at the unexpected draining sensation from the Cutie Map’s influence pulling on her horn. As the energy entered the Cutie Map, the ethereal wisps surrounding Twilight shifted from purples and blues to pinks and reds. A moment later, the energy blasted outward in another expanding shell of magical energy. Twilight groaned, stumbled forward, and immediately collapsed to the ground, still glowing with faint pink energies.

That was different.

“Twilight!” Cadance shouted. “Are you alright?”

Twilight writhed about on the floor, completely unresponsive to Cadance’s voice.

“Her marehood is leaking profusely,” Luna observed dryly from behind Twilight. Twilight moaned erotically in response, uttering something that Luna couldn’t make out. Luna looked up. “What did you do to her, Starlight?”

“N-n-nothing,” Starlight quickly stammered defensively. “I cast the spell just as she taught me. See?” She pointed a hoof at the Cutie Map. “It’s working as expected.”

Luna turned to look at the map. Hundreds of Cutie Marks danced across the map, all of them in motion - some faster than others. “They’re all... moving?” Luna wondered aloud. “Every last one of them.”

“What?” Cadance’s eyes widened in alarm as she saw the map. “They’re not just moving -- look!” She gestured around the map with her hoof, and then pointed right at Ponyville. “They’re all coming here!”

“I’m guessing the spell was not supposed to do that?” Starlight tittered nervously.

Luna clicked her tongue at Starlight. “No, it is not.”

The door to the east wing pushed open slightly and Sunburst poked his head into the throne room. “Hello?” he called into the room. “Starlight? No one answered the door, so I let myself in.”

Starlight grinned sheepishly, trotting over to him. “Sunburst! I’m sorry, honey, I just …”

“Honey?” Sunburst interrupted. “That’s… a little awkward, don’t you think?”

“But I thought…” Starlight looked back at Cadance briefly. Cadance only shrugged and Starlight shook her head. Then, she looked back at Sunburst and locked eyes with him, leaning in for a kiss.

Sunburst didn’t even seem to notice, pushing roughly past her and toward the center of the room. Starlight staggered to the side and fell on her rump in stunned silence. Sunburst sniffed at the air. “What is that amazing smell?” he wondered aloud. He took a few tentative steps toward Luna, almost as if in a trance. Luna planted her tail on the floor and blushed deep enough that it was visible even on her dark cheeks.

Cadance giggled. “You are smelling not just one, but two alicorns in estrus, Sunburst. You might want to take your marefriend and leave, before you grow a bit too horny to function.”

Starlight still sat on the floor, confused at Sunburst’s rejection. Was the spell she cast on herself not working? She watched as Sunburst stood stock still, his nose still in the air and taking in the smell, almost as if he hadn’t even heard the princesses’ explanations. His sheathe began dropping.

Starlight stared in wonder at the massive male organ she’d pined after her entire life. He was getting an erection!

… That was … part of the way to her goal, at least. Despondence soon took over as she realized his erection had nothing to do with her.

Sunburst continued to slowly advance toward Luna and Twilight. Luna shifted her weight back and forth nervously as he advanced, her eyes flitting over to Twilight’s prone and writhing form. Twilight simply lay there, muttering incoherently to herself as she slowly hoofed herself off, oblivious to the events happening around her.

Starlight stared at Twilight’s hoof, stroking up and down her slit. She shivered in fear with the realization that the two alicorns were desperate enough they might just… She slammed her hoof into the ground as she stood up again. “SUNBURST!” she screamed. “What in Celestia’s name are you doing?! You’re supposed to be fucking me!” Her voice cracked as despair threatened to overwhelm her, and she forced back tears.“Fuck me! Not them!”

Cadance and Luna both stared at her, eyes wide. The room fell into an near-absolute silence, spoiled only by the soft sounds of Twilight’s moaning and the shlicking sounds of her hoof against her marehood. Even the click of Sunburst’s hooves against the hard floor stopped as he slowly turned to face Starlight.

“Starlight…” Sunburst whispered quietly. “I can’t.”

“Why not!?” Starlight wailed, on the verge of losing control and breaking down in tears. “Why can you so nonchalantly approach another pony in heat - a princess no less! - and just ignore me. Me! Your best friend! I’ve wanted you for so long, Sunburst. I’ve tried throwing myself at you countless times, and every time I’ve tried, you only ignore me.”

“Star-” Sunburst began.

“And yesterday, when you agreed to come by for breakfast, I thought…” She took a deep breath. “I thought to myself, maybe! Maybe this time it would be different.” A choked sob tore its way out of her lungs as she collapsed to the floor in tears.

“All I want is to finally - finally - make love to you,” she sobbed. “I planned this entire date around it! I know you want me! I’ve always known you want me. I know we could be happy together. So… why?” She stared straight at Sunburst, her tear-streaked face red with anger and sadness. “Why won’t you just… be with me?!”

“Starlight…” Sunburst’s voice was despondent. He hung his head, staring at the floor and not wanting to meet her gaze. Not wanting her to see the tears forming in his own eyes. “I love you… but I can’t.”

“But why?” Starlight begged. “Tell me, why can’t we be together?”

“Because I can’t offer what you want,” Sunburst replied softly. “Ever since we were kids, you always told me that it was your dream to have a family.” Starlight choked on a sob wordlessly as Sunburst continued. “You always imagined us growing up and having lots of foals together. And I could tell from the way your eyes lit up - every time you told me that - that you really wanted to be a mom. And then, at Celestia’s school, I found out that I…”

“I don’t…” Starlight interrupted, barely able to choke out the words. “I don’t want…”

“You don’t want...?” Sunburst tilted his head in confusion as he tried to understand what she was saying. She didn’t want kids? “But you always-”

Starlight took a moment to regain control of herself, taking a few deep breaths before focusing again on Sunburst. “I mean, I do,” she said, finally in control again. “Sunburst, I do want to have a family with you. But I also know that it’s just a pipe dream. Back then, I was a young filly filled with hopes and dreams, protected from the harsh realities of biology, adulthood, and relationships.” She smiled at him softly, shaking with nervousness. “I didn’t know then what I know now.”

Twilight’s mewling utterances echoed through the chamber as Cadance, Luna, and Sunburst all gazed upon Starlight’s trembling form. Starlight remained silent as Sunburst took a step forward

“And I know now that I was wrong!” she finally uttered, stopping him in his tracks. “You really don’t… love me. Or want-”

“What?” Sunburst interjected, eyebrows knitting with confusion. “No, I do, Starlight. I just didn’t want to break your-”

“You don’t,” she insisted. “If you had really been attracted to me at all, you would have already been mounting me.”

“That’s--”

Starlight raised a hoof to silence his objection. “I put a spell on myself this morning. I took Twilight’s Want It, Need It spell and modified it. The first stallion that had any physical desire for me at all - the first one to look into my eyes would be unable to control himself. If you had any love for me at all, you wouldn’t have been able to resist me.” She glared at him. “But you did - you rejected me when I came in for a kiss. You walked on past me, straight for Luna. Even though…” she took a deep breath. “Even though I’m in heat, too.” She flagged her tail, finally relaxing her efforts to keep it lowered.

Sunburst stood stock still, his breathing growing shallow, eyes flicking rapidly between Starlight and the writhing Princess Twilight, straining to keep his calamitous emotions under control while under the onslaught of air thick with pheremones.

Cadance’s eyes shot open in alarm. “Wait! You put a Want It, Need It spell on yourself?!” she shouted.

Starlight nodded silently.

Luna’s ears perked up immediately. “What did you modify the spell with?”

“An aphrodisiac,” Starlight confessed. “One that would last until I was satisfied sexually.”

“An aphrodisiac.” Cadance repeated. “And you combined it with a compulsion spell?!” She whirled back to stare at the Cutie Map in horror. “And then we just…”

Luna slowly turned to the Cutie Map, her mouth open with apprehension as she watched the Cutie Marks slowly closing in on Ponyville. Starlight’s eyes went wide, suddenly remembering the draining sensation that happened when she cast her part of the spell. All of the pieces of the puzzle clicked into place.

She stood, turning to face the map when she was suddenly blinded and thrown from her hooves. A crack of thunder echoed through the chamber as Starlight hit the ground roughly. As her sight returned, yellow smoke was billowing out from a scorched circle near the doorway, and the tall, lithe, majestic form of Celestia stood in the center of it all, her mane billowing wildly about her head.

“LUNA!” Celestia thundered. “WHAT IN TARTARUS IS GOING ON HERE!”

Luna fell on her haunches and raised her front hooves in surrender. “Sister, wait, I can explain!” she blurted frantically. “It was a temporary mind control spell. We have the situation under control!”

“...what?” Celestia stopped, tilting her head in confusion at the nearly catatonic Sunburst. “A mind-control spell…? I thought it was an aphrodisiac. I saw an image of Twilight flashing through my mind - a rather saucy one, I must admit - and it came with a nearly overwhelming desire for sex. Were I still…” she trailed off for a moment before shaking her head. “It has affected several of my guards, who promptly abandoned their posts!”

Celestia looked around the room, her eyes falling on Twilight, who was furiously masturbating, seemingly oblivious to everything around her. Celestia raised an eyebrow at that but continued to survey the room. Cutie marks dotted the map next to her, seemingly dancing about the map and closing in on Ponyville. An abnormally large number of them, compared to the Cutie Map’s usual output. She moved on, her gaze falling upon Starlight Glimmer. Her eyes narrowed.

“Nevermind Luna’s use of forbidden magics. I’ll have plenty of time to deal with her later. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“WHAT?!” Starlight objected. “You have no evidence that I did anything.”

Every mare in the room delivered Starlight a flat stare - even Twilight managed to writhe her way into a strangely judgemental look, though her hoof still worked ceaselessly behind her as she muttered incoherently.

“Seriously?” Starlight complained. “Just because there’s mind control involved?!” The others continued to stare. Starlight heaved a sigh. “Fine, I did it.”

Celestia sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Starlight, you… might want to leave,” Cadance suggested.

“What?! No! I know I made a mistake, but I should be allowed to help fix it. And I will take responsibility!” She drew herself up, trying as hard as she could to defiantly stare down the much taller Celesta. “If Celestia wants to punish me… then she can do that. I accept my fate.”

Celestia shook her head. “No, Starlight. Take Sunburst and go,” she commanded.

“But--”

Luna glanced over at Sunburst. His eyes were glazed over, and his erection was dragging against the floor as his legs shook, all of his willpower seemingly going into not mounting any of the mares present. “Starlight, you have made mistakes,” Luna observed. She pointed at the stricken stallion. “And one of them can only be fixed by you.”

Starlight fumed indecisively for several moments, glancing between Twilight and Sunburst. “I still resent the accusation,” she huffed, before telekinetically grabbing Sunburst by his neck and dragging him bodily back toward the north hall. “But at least this is the issue I’ve been trying to fix.”

A clattering of hooves sounded from the east wing - several ponies were inside the castle. Luna shifted her attention to the great doors and slammed them shut, holding them firmly with her magic as Starlight and Sunburst disappeared to the north. “We have a problem,” she announced.

“The spell ends when one is satisfied sexually,” Cadance said with a frown. “Does this mean Starlight needs to be satisfied sexually, or has the spell changed?”

Celestia looked sadly down at Twilight. “Starlight’s spell was designed with her as the focus of attraction. When the spell took hold, it was Twilight that I was attracted to, so I believe it is Twilight needs to be sated. An alicorn heat combined with an aphrodisiac…” Celestia shook her head and looked at Cadance. “Has she expressed any preference?”

Twilight moaned happily and struggled to her hooves. The other alicorns waited to see what she would do. The young princess merely stood, turned her posterior at the blockaded door and flagged her tail, then her horn glowed, struggling against Luna’s magic to open the door. Further pounding of hooves on the door rang through the chamber.

Luna grimaced, but held her magic firm. “We have spoken on the matter extensively,” she replied. “Twilight would like the opportunity to form a relationship with the pony that impregnates her, but seemed to have little preference as to whom beyond that.”

Cadance nodded in agreement. “That is what I have been led to believe as well.”

Celestia looked at the map - hundreds of cutie marks were there. A significant portion of Equestria would be unwaveringly obsessed with coming here until Twilight was satisfied. She glanced at Twilight’s flagged tail and the copious lubrication running down her legs. “She needs to be bred, then.”

Twilight groaned happily, nodding her head and waving her tail back and forth. Her horn began to spark with effort as she wrenched the door harder against Luna’s magic.

“Wait,” Cadance interjected, adding her own magic to Luna’s blockade. “Even if she is okay with this, we cannot just have any pony come in and mount her. They’re under the effect of a mind-control spell. That’s... rape. On a massive scale.”

Celestia grimaced. “You are correct, of course. But surely some of them would enjoy having the opportunity to stud her? How can we determine that?” The pounding on the door was escalating to a dull roar - there must have been at least a dozen ponies now.

“I see ponies’ dreams,” Luna replied. “A large part of dreams is subconscious desire. Between Cadance’s ability to select ponies who are compatible with Twilight, and my ability to know their innermost desires, I think we can narrow down those who enter.”

“A shield bubble,” Cadance chimed in. “I could create a teleportation shield. Any pony who fails to meet the criteria will be teleported from the bubble to somewhere else.” She blushed. “Shining taught it to me, so we’ve used it a few times to have sex in public places.”

“And where would you send them?” Celestia asked. “You cannot just drop dozens, or potentially even hundreds of horny ponies at the same place. It would cause utter chaos.”

“I can ensure they go to wherever they last dreamed,” Luna offered. “That would put the majority of them in their own homes, though it is likely that they will simply wander back until Twilight is sated, or until their bodies give out and they collapse from exhaustion.”

Cadance nodded again. “And they will be exhausted by the time this all blows over, but the shield would simply teleport them a second time if they get back here.”

A loud thump sounded from one of the windows as a shadow of a pegasus slammed into the stained glass. All of the alicorns cringed at the sound.

“Then cast the spell,” Celestia urged, not taking her eyes off the pegasus who was now knocking on the window. “Quickly. And make sure it covers the entire castle, so we don’t have anypony getting hurt.”

Sunburst slowly came back to his senses as Starlight dragged him further and further from the overwhelming scent of Luna and Twilight’s heats, eventually managing to limp alongside her, even though she didn’t release her magical hold on his neck. His hooves got tangled up trying to keep pace and he stumbled.

“Come on,” she growled, continuing to drag him down the corridor.

“Look, I-I-I’m sorry, Starlight!” he stuttered, trying to get back on his feet. “I d-didn’t know how you really felt!”

“Shut up, Sunburst,” Starlight admonished. She wasn’t sure if she was more angry at Sunburst for being so dense, herself for not clearing this up years ago, or Celestia for sending her away without letting her make amends.

Her bedroom door loomed closer, and she let Sunburst fall to the floor as she threw the door open with her magic, then dragged Sunburst inside and slammed the door shut. Immediately she turned on him, seizing his cloak and stripping it from him.

“Slow down!” he cried. “I’ve never done this before!”

Starlight froze. “You… haven’t?”

“No,” he mumbled. “I… I’ve never wanted anypony else. I’ve always only wanted you, but… well...”

Starlight sat back, stunned. “You abstained because of me?” Sunburst nodded silently. “Because you couldn’t have a family with me?” Another nod. Starlight glanced at the cloak laying on the floor and heaved a heavy sigh. She know he might need some time, but the itch under her tail demanded relief. “I’m sorry, Sunburst. Just let me lead for now… please? Just lay back on the bed. I promise, you’ll have plenty of time to learn how to please a mare later. But for now… I… I really need you inside me.”

“O… oh… okay,” Sunburst replied, trembling as he climbed up onto the bed and laid down, his massive erection slapping against his chest as he settled in. Starlight couldn’t help but stare at his shaft - far longer than any she’d ever taken before, though nowhere near the thickest. She climbed up next to him on the bed.

No longer overpowered by the scents of so many mares in heat, she was finally able to savor the musk emanating from his arousal. She lifted one leg over him, straddling his member and allowing it to slide along the length of her slit. Copious lubrication smeared along his shaft as she grinded against him.

Sunburst gasped at the warm, wet sensation. Starlight used his open mouth as an invitation, pressing her lips against his.

Their tongues danced together, writhing about and around as they probed each other’s mouths. Sunburst’s technique was lacking - sucking at her face like a vacuum cleaner - but Starlight didn’t even care: she finally had him. The one stallion she’d always loved. Always longed for. Right here beneath her and at her mercy.

Not withdrawing her lips even for a moment, Starlight shifted her weight forward, pressing the tip of his throbbing member to her entrance. She could feel him begin to shudder beneath her - not a pleasured one, but an apprehensive one. She pulled away from him, gazing into dilated pupils.

“Are you really okay with this?” Starlight asked. “We can stop if you aren’t.”

Sunburst could barely contain his trembling. “I-I-I-I-I-I-...”

Starlight pressed her hoof to his lips, sitting back to let some pressure off of his chest. “Take a deep breath, Sunburst. It’s okay.”

He swallowed, nodding nervously, though the trembling didn’t let up. “I’m okay,” he finally managed to croak out. “I’ve j-j-just never done this before!” His voice cracked. “Please, uh… keep going.”

Starlight nodded, leaning forward again. She kissed his lips briefly again before stopping to line up her dripping slit to his shaft. “I’m going to start now,” she said softly. “It’s okay.”

Sunburst’s trembling only intensified as she slowly split herself upon his shaft. His eyes went wide as his shaking only worsened. He was inside Starlight Glimmer! It was that moment he’d been anticipating for his entire life! But his nerves were completely shot - he couldn’t stop shaking. And that only made him even more nervous - what if he couldn’t perform?! That thought only made him even more nervous.

Starlight wasn’t sure what to make of Sunburst’s trembling, but he had affirmed that he was okay, so she started slowly gliding herself up and down his length. A groan escaped her lips each time she impaled herself.

“Goddess, thank you,” she breathed. “This is everything I ever needed.”

Sunburst swallowed thickly, gazing down at his cock disappearing into her depths, only to reappear again. He couldn’t help but notice her pert teats bounced slightly - a sight that excited him far more than even the magnificent feeling of being inside the mare he’d loved at a distance for so long.

Starlight began to speed up, heaving herself up and down on his cock even faster. She needed to be bred - to be filled up with his semen. Even if he wouldn’t be able to get her pregnant, her physical needs didn’t know that! Copious fluids began drooling down her thighs and all over Sunburst’s crotch as she got more and more worked up.

Faster and faster, Sunburst watched with wide eyes as Starlight began mewling out her pleasure. His name escaped her lips several times as she bounced away over the top of him. He realized that he’d stopped shaking with anticipation at some point as the pleasure of the act had overwhelmed his fears. Her bouncing teats had completely enthralled him with her, and he found himself slowly beginning to thrust back up into her in time with her movements.

“Yes, Sunburst! Oh, yes! I need this so bad!” Starlight shouted, escalating to a frenetic pace. “Come for me, Sunny, please!” She could feel the tip of his cock pounding relentlessly against her womb, demanding to release its life-giving seed.

“Starlight, I’m~!”

Starlight lifted herself up. “Give it to me!” she screamed, slamming herself back down. She bounced off the bed, toppling backwards to the floor. Her head slammed backwards into the hard ground, bringing an instantaneous headache.

“Oww… why in Luna’s name did you do that?” she shouted.

Silence.

When Starlight pulled herself off the floor, Sunburst was nowhere to be seen.