Twilight's Second First Time

“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?