It’s the middle of the night, and Lux is supposed to be in bed. She has school tomorrow. Instead she’s flying towards the Capitol building, intent on finding Twilight. Sneaking out doesn’t concern her. Her parents are passed out; Lux assumes they’re exhausted from arguing with the Princess. She knows this town like she knows her own wings. The Gendarmes couldn’t catch an intruder even if they were given notice. And she has a pretty good idea where to find Twilight’s quarters. It’s what she has to do once she finds the Princess that concerns her.

She likes Twilight. And she wants to keep liking Twilight. But after tonight’s dinner . . .

She hovers in place and glances inside various windows. There! Quickly, before she can be caught by the otherwise inept Gendarmerie, she knocks on the glass.

Twilight spins around, looking for the source of the noise, before eyeing the window. “Lux? What are you doing?” Her voice is muffled through the glass but she sounds shocked.

“I snuck out,” she says, as loudly as she dares. If somepony finds her she’ll be in no end of trouble. But she feels a hint of pride just saying so.

“You snuck out.”

Lux shrugs. “What? It’s not hard. So long as I’m back before morning they never notice.”

Twilight floats up to the window. She looks impressed. “Do you want in?”

Lux taps the window frame, and frowns. “I thought they’d open,” she admits.

“It’s more of a fancy prison than a guest house,” Twilight says. “Hold on.” She flaps down to the floor and talks to her Guard.

As Lux waits she watches the night sky around her. At any moment a flash of gold and red could descend upon her and she’d have to explain to her parents why the Gendarmerie found her outside the Princess’s quarters in the middle of the night. She gulps. Please hurry!

Down below Twilight nods at her Guard, then flaps up to the window. “Let me come get you.”

Lux watches as Twilight spins in place, then collapses in a pile of feathers. “Princess?” The pile doesn’t move. “Princess!”

Somepony taps her from behind and Lux nearly falls from the sky. “Oh! Okay. You just—you exploded! Into feathers!”

“Hold on. It’s a little weird.”

Midair, like in so many cheesy romance novels, Twilight reaches for Lux and pulls her close. Face to face, with Lux nearly falling into Twilight’s warm eyes, Twilight wraps her wings around Lux and hums gently. Then things get a little weird. She feels stretched, itchy all over. Then they’re inside, hovering in midair. Lux doesn’t want to let go.

“Ahh! Let go!” Twilight yelps, unable to untangle herself from Lux before gravity reasserts itself. They collapse onto the floor in a pile of feathers and tail and mane. “Urgh. Being a Pegasus is hard,” Twilight groans, rubbing her shoulder.

Lux leaps to her hooves, stepping a safe distance from the Princess. They’re inside. She just teleported! “Wow . . . ” It’s much warmer in here, and it smells of flowers and soap. Like Twilight has just taken a hot bath.

“Welcome to my cell,” Twilight jokes.

Lux tries not to ogle too obviously as Twilight saunters back toward the middle of the room, rump swaying, and climbs onto her Princess-sized bed. When Twilight faces her she tears her gaze away and looks at the bed. It’s easily as large as Lux’s whole bedroom, decorated in warm blankets, plush pillows, and—she walks up, trails her hoof over the bed—inviting, silky smooth sheets. “For a prison . . . It’s not so bad.”

Twilight smiles. “No, not really.” She motions Lux close and whispers, “It even comes with a handsome servant. Guard?”

Twilight’s Guard, now wearing only his leisure attire, approaches from the en-suite. He still looks official, but without his shining armor he looks more . . . pony. More approachable.

Twilight settles onto her front, props her face on her hooves, and says, “Not that I’m complaining, but you did interrupt us. You don’t mind—do you?”

Lux stares as the Guard climbs atop Twilight’s bed and crawls over her. Twilight shifts and stretches her legs out behind her. If Lux looks between his legs she can see—

“No?” Lux squeaks.

“Good. I pulled a muscle earlier, getting some exercise.” Without prompting the Guard grabs a small bottle of lotion and resumes rubbing the Princess’s thigh.

Oh. Of course. Apparently part of his responsibilities include rubbing down the Princess. It’s just a massage. It’s not like Twilight and her Guard would just start . . . going at it. In front of Lux. That’s . . . that’s just silly.

“So?” Twilight asks, interrupting Lux’s reverie. “Are you going to tell me why you broke your parents’ curfew, flew through restricted airspace, and invaded a Princess’s sovereign bedroom? Surely you didn’t come just to see me. Did you?”

Lux tears her gaze from her Guards’ hooves. “Oh, uh . . . Well—”

“Is it the Guard?” she teases, motioning over her shoulder. “He is very strapping.”

Oh, crap. Face to face, she’s not sure she can do it. “It’s just—” She gulps. “Uh . . . I missed you! And I had a good time today so I just wanted to . . . Uh . . . ”

Twilight’s smile fades. “Lux, what’s wrong?”

Just do it!

She looks at the floor, almost ashamed to make such an accusation: “Twilight? Um—did you—did you . . . sleep with my father?”

“Why do you think that?”

“It’s just—” Oh, great, now her mouth is sticking shut and all her carefully prepared points are nowhere to be found. “Just some of the things you and he were saying. At dinner. And he never talked about what happened in Ponyville. And you basically called him a pervert earlier. And mom sounded so mad at you after you left. I’m not naive, Twilight. I can read between the lines.” Something heavy falls in her stomach. “And you’re not denying it. Oh, Celestia. You did, didn’t you? When he was in Ponyville.”

Twilight nods. “Yes, I slept with your father.”

Lux sits back with a thud. No lying, no trying to weasel out or change the subject. Twilight wouldn’t lie to her. She respects Lux enough to be honest. “Shit. Oh, shit. Why? What about Mom? Does she know? Is that why she was mad?”

“That’s not why she was mad. I don’t know if she knows. Maybe? I wasn’t about to bring it up. I’m surprised Wind Shear said what he did at dinner. If I were married like he is—”

Lux stands and marches up to the Princess. “Why?” she demands. “Tell me!”

“Because I wanted better weather for Ponyville. Because he wanted to fuck a Princess. And . . . because I wanted him to.”

“No . . . ”

“Yes,” Twilight says, simply. “Your father and I had sex. A great deal of it, actually.”

“No.”

“You saw how he was looking at me tonight. You know he’s attracted to me.”

“Stop!” Lux hisses. Her heart is racing. “You don’t even care, do you? How could you do this to my mom?”

“I didn’t do a thing to your mom.”

“But she loves him—”

“Lux.”

“I can’t believe this.”

“Lux!” She’s standing on the bed suddenly, glaring down at Lux. “Enough. Listen to me.”

Lux ducks her head.

“Your father’s an adult. He’s more than capable of making his own decisions. I doubt love factored into it at all. He wanted sex, and I wanted sex. It was pleasant, it was fun, and afterwards we went our separate ways. Okay?”

No, it’s not okay. “I guess,” she shrugs.

“Lux. Wind Shear and I didn’t make love. We had sex. They’re not the same thing. It was fun, and if the opportunity arose I’d probably do it again. That doesn’t change who he is or whom he loves. He still loves you the same as he did before. Same with your mom. Look. When you’re older, you will start to understand more about romance and sex. Have you ever heard of swinging? Herds? Or open relationships? It’s when two ponies—”

“I know what it means,” Lux says. “You’re saying my dad and my mom are . . . having sex with other ponies?”

Twilight shrugs. “I don’t know, and I didn’t ask. It’s not my responsibility to make your father behave, and I’m not about to pry into their personal lives to do so. I didn’t cheat on your mom.”

So Dad almost certainly did. And if so, it’s probably not the first time. They’re supposed to love each other. Oh, great. Now she’s getting emotional. She can’t get upset. She didn’t come here just to get upset, just to yell at the Princess or cry in front of her. Did she?

Twilight reaches for Lux and pulls her into a hug. “Are you okay?”

Lux sniffles. “Yeah.” She takes a deep breath and leans into Twilight. She can always ask dad if mom knows about it. Or maybe she will just pretend tonight never happened and hope everything turns out okay. Her parents certainly seem to love each other. Lux simply doesn’t know how married ponies are supposed to act in private. Twilight’s right. It’s just sex, right? She gulps. “I’m fine. Sorry. For acting like a child.”

Twilight shakes her head. “Caring about your parents hardly makes you a child. Maybe you lack the wisdom and experience you get from having sexual relationships, but many other ponies could stand to be more like you, Lux.”

It’s like Twilight can read her mind. “Does—do you think my mom and dad still love each other?”

Twilight pulls back and slides underneath her Guard. He resumes massaging her as if they hadn’t been interrupted. “You tell me.”

Lux thinks about the frosty atmosphere after dinner. About the warm dinners before tonight. Evenings at the theater. School performances. Trips. Arguments. Date nights. Holidays.

She smiles. “I think they do. I hope so. They argue a lot. But they work together, too. I guess—I just didn’t think of my dad as having sex at all.”

And Twilight snorts. She actually snorts. “Yeah, Lux. Your dad has sex. Pretty good sex, actually.”

Lux gasps. “Ew! Gross! Don’t tell me that!”

Twilight laughs. Her grin turns sly and she motions Lux closer, whispers, “Do you want to know what we did?”

“What? No!”

“First, I flicked my hair, like this.”

“Twilight! Stop! I don’t want to picture it!”

“He gave me this wink, and snuggled up against me—”

“Ack! I’m leaving!”

“I closed my eyes and puckered my lips. We made disgusting kissy noises.”

“No!” Lux shrieks with laughter, covering her ears so she doesn’t have to listen to Twilight slobber over her own foreleg. “I don’t want to hear it either!”

Twilight unsticks her lips with a sound like a suction cup. “Well, would you rather hear about some other sex I’ve had?”

“N—” Lux’s laughter catches in her throat. Does she? So far when she imagines Twilight she has a hard time with specifics—she only gets to kissing and rubbing her before it becomes hazy and intimidating. Her imagination could use some inspiration. But she’s not sure she won’t get jealous of Twilight’s other lover. Or lovers. Probably lovers. “Um. Have you had much sex?” she asks, tapping her forehooves together.

Twilight winks. Of course she has. She’s gorgeous and headstrong. Sex with Twilight must be amazing. And terrifying.

Lux shakes her head loose. She’s not a filly. Sex shouldn’t scare her. She’s just . . . inexperienced. And this is what her friends do during sleepovers, isn’t it? They talk about colts they like. “Yes,” she says, in a tiny voice. “Just—not my dad.”

“Not your dad . . . Hmm. Okay. There’s this apple farmer in Ponyville. A strong, strapping Earth Pony. Good friend of mine. Very friendly. Needed help a couple years ago. An apple tree had caught stump rot and needed to be removed before it could spread. Now, the Apple family doesn’t really have time to chop down and uproot a tree, so they call me over, and ask me if I can use my voodoo Unicorn witch magic to deal with it. No, of course they didn’t call it that. They’re very polite. So I go, and I pull it out. Yep, like a weed. Roots and all. Takes two minutes, but I save them about three days of hard labor. The farmer was very impressed.”

Lux thinks she knows where this is going. “And to thank you, he . . . takes you back to their barn and . . . kisses you?”

“Well, yes, but actually, no. She took me back to the barn.”

Oh.

“She had spent the whole day flirting with me, and I had made it look like I was just exhausted, like it was terribly costly magic, so by the time I finish she’s very thankful. I wink at her and nuzzle close. She kisses me. It’s not the first time she’s kissed me. She’s never been afraid to be intimate. Presses me back into these bales of hay and climbs over me. Groin to groin. Legs between mine. Hooves all over. She’s licking me, nibbling my ear, tail flicking everywhere. And she’s teasing me, saying she has all this free time to fill. Mmm. She presses her knee up between mine and rubs my crotch. She’s a good multitasker. I can barely keep up, it’s all I can do to breathe, much less take care of her. She’s holding me tight, too. So intimate. Soon she pushes me over the edge and I come all over her leg. Then she rolls me over and crawls around in front of me, tells me she’s been practicing, and starts sucking my horn. It’s the first time she’s done that. I don’t know if you know this, but sucking a Unicorn’s horn is super dangerous. So I’m distracted, trying to keep still for her. And that’s when he joins in. Yeah. I was shocked too. What I hadn’t noticed was Little Sister had lined me up on a hay bale, ass in the air. I feel a pair of hooves on my withers, his weight on my rump, and bam. Turns out Big Brother and Little Sister like teaming up to take down big bad monsters like me, and Big Brother’s weapon is his huge cock. Basically bludgeons me with it. And I can’t move or protest or do anything because she’s got my horn in her mouth. Fuck. This fucking specimen just walks up and fucks me, doesn’t ask or anything, and I can’t stop him or fight back. I know! Not that I want to. He and his sister work together like clockwork, and I come right when they want me to. And they don’t stop. Oh, fuck. Right there. Little Sister says she knows when somepony’s lying. Says they’ll make me properly exhausted. And they did. They must’ve fucked me for an hour straight, Lux. They took turns using me. Passed me back and forth. Like a doll. They groped me. Came on me. Came inside me. Fucked me like an animal. I’m pretty sure. At some point. Big Brother was fucking Little Sister. But don’t tell anypony.”

Twilight sighs and wiggles her rump. Lux looks up from Twilight’s blushing face and yelps in shock, almost falls off the bed. Twilight’s Guard has pulled her rump in the air and has his face buried in her ass, casually licking between her thighs. Twilight groans and spreads her knees slightly, arches her back and points her rump at him.

It takes a moment for Lux to regain her breath. “And—” Lux gulps, unable to look away. “—and you let them use you like that?”

Twilight shudders. “I certainly didn’t want them to stop.”

Lux doesn’t want them to stop, either. She gulps down more saliva. She knows what Twilight is doing, telling her such a lurid, sexual, physical story. Having the Guard eat her out in front of Lux. And it’s working. She’s turned on. She wants him to fuck her. She wants to fuck her . . . “Wow, that’s—” she clears her throat, trying to be cool about it “—that’s really sexy—”

“You wanna know what the best part is?”

“There’s more?” she squeaks.

“Once they were finished, they brought me inside, bathed me, fed me dinner, and took me to bed. The three of us made love, and I fell asleep covered in pony. That family has so much love for each other that it overflows into all their relationships.” She groans. “All in all, it was the sweetest, messiest thank-you I’ve ever had.”

“Wow.” Lux has never had a friend cuddle her to sleep. Not since she can remember. Hers aren’t the kind that cuddle. “That sounds really nice—”

“Lux,” Twilight pants. She’s looking right at Lux. “I don’t think my Guard is going to stop. If you . . . if you want to leave, you’d best do it now.”

Leave?

She thinks Lux wants to leave?

How could she leave now? No way. Twilight wouldn’t want a scared little filly as a lover. Twilight wants ponies who take. Bold ponies who know what they want and go for it. And Lux knows what she wants. She climbs onto the bed, crouches in front of the Princess.

“Lux?” Twilight asks, eyes dazed.

Lux touches Twilight’s face, then grabs her chin, holds it in place, closes her eyes, and kisses Twilight.

Twilight groans into Lux’s mouth. Her breathing snorts through Lux’s mane. “Oh, Lux,” Twilight moans, when Lux pulls back for a breath.

“You’re really not gonna make me leave?” Lux asks.

Twilight shakes her head. “You’re a grown-up. And I like being watched.”

Lux gasps. Brave enough or not, she’s got no choice now. “I’m—I’m not just going to watch,” she says, hoping it sounds more like a growl than a squeak. She pulls Twilight in for another kiss, and doesn’t stop, tastes Twilight’s tongue and saliva and a hint of expensive wine. Twilight’s breath blasts across her face in snorts.

Lux leans forward, reaches out to balance on the bed.

Twilight gasps. “Ow!”

Lux jerks back. Her mane! “Oh, sorry! I didn’t—”

“It’s okay. She likes it a little rough.”

Lux yelps. She’d forgotten Twilight’s Guard was even there. Suddenly she feels exposed, even with a naked, moaning Princess in front of her. She looks up, over Twilight’s shoulder. He’s got his chin on his forelegs and his forelegs crossed over her rump, watching them kiss.

“Don’t worry about her mane. She hates having to take care of it. Making it messy and tangled is fun.”

“What do I do?” she asks him.

“What do you want?” He slips to the side and crawls forward, trailing his hoof up the Princess’s back. “You can keep kissing her. You could get her to preen you. You could preen her.”

He settles beside her, propped on his side, facing Twilight. Somewhen along the line he’s slipped off his casual wear. His erection flops over his stomach, up past his navel. Lux spends a few moments gawking at it then quickly looks at his face, but he’s watching the horny, moaning Princess in front of them.

“Do you want to explore her body? Or maybe you want her to explore yours?”

“I—uh . . . ”

“She’s a bit overwhelming, isn’t she?” he asks, stroking that same hoof up Lux’s foreleg to her shoulder.

Lux nods, leaning into his touch.

“Alright. Lean back against those pillows.”

Lux scooches back and hesitates. Twilight is watching her warily, like prey watching a potential predator. Lux has never felt like a predator before.

The Guard watches her. “Now, spread your legs.”

She hesitates. He’s already exposed, and doesn’t seem too ashamed. Lux knows she can’t become one of Twilight’s lovers without the lover part. And there’s something a little daring, a little bit naughty about flashing Twilight’s guard. She wants him to look.

Lux gulps, then spreads her legs and, after a few moments, flicks her tail out of the way. The Guard isn’t shy about ogling, as he takes in her body. He likes what he sees. Then he gestures at the Princess.

“Grab her hair. She wants you to do it.”

Lux licks her lips, then leans forward and grabs a hoofful of Twilight’s mane. It’s so soft, even if it is tangled and messy. She tightens her grip and pulls.

“Ow!” Twilight whines. “Stop it.”

Lux freezes, looks at the Guard. He shakes his head. “She’s a powerful magician. If she wanted to stop you, she would.”

“Fuck you,” Twilight pants.

He ignores her. “Make her do what you want her to do.”

“I don’t want to be mean—”

“Lux,” he says, patiently. “She acts like she’s in control, like you should follow her. She has to. Ponies look to her for guidance. But deep down . . . ” he mutters, leaning close and kissing Twilight’s shoulder. “Beneath all that, she’s just a mare, with all the needs and flaws anypony has.” He kisses her neck. She ignores him. “Twilight wants you to do this.”

Twilight looks away, face unreadable. She doesn’t deny it. It makes sense. Somedays Lux wants to lash out, wants to disobey her parents and act like a brat. Why wouldn’t Twilight?

And, really—the thought of ordering around a Princess is appealing.

Lux looks at the tuft of mane in her hoof. “It’s going to be okay, Princess,” Lux mutters. It really is. “I don’t judge. I’m here for you.”

Then she pulls. Twilight grunts and curses, but complies nonetheless. Lux moves Twilight into position, feels Twilight’s aroused, heated breathing on her thighs.

Twilight tilts her head to the side, putting up a token resistance.

“Do it,” Lux orders, heart racing, without really knowing what it is, and presses Twilight’s face against her crotch.

Twilight reaches for Lux’s hips and licks her tongue against Lux’s inner thighs.

“Oh, fuck!” Twilight’s tongue is hot and wet and alive. She licks over Lux’s abdomen and up and down her inner thighs. Lux grips her mane tight—not like Twilight is going to escape. She can’t decide if she wants to spread her legs wider or trap the Princess between her thighs, so they flop awkwardly. Twilight sticks her tongue right in Lux’s belly button, so dirty, then kisses her way down to Lux’s crotch. “Fuck!”

The Guard smiles and slinks up beside her. Beneath the roaring in her ears she hears him saying something, can’t tell what. Twilight’s tongue is lapping up and down her cunt, and it’s slightly distracting. He gently turns her head to his and kisses her. She kisses back eagerly, groaning into his mouth. He’s so different than Twilight. His face is harder, his breathing deeper. Where Twilight is a mess, he’s in control.

She feels like she’s melting between them. She’s the one getting the royal treatment. Lux presses Twilight into her cunt with one hoof and pulls him closer with the other. He leans over her, pressing chest to chest, keeps kissing her. He tastes like Twilight. And he’s so hot. He’s taller than she is, and muscular, but still a Pegasus. A really, really hot Pegasus, making out with her and feeling her up and grinding his big dick against her hip. While a Princess is eating her out. Oh, fuck. Lux can feel herself about to explode. She arches her back, spreads her legs as wide as they’ll go, and presses as much pony against her as she can. It’s too much. It’s not enough. She can’t—She’s going to—“Mmph! Mmm!”

Twilight’s tongue and the Guard’s tongue press inside her and she comes with a whimper, twitching and groaning and squeezing them close. Her abs clench and unclench, she can’t control herself, can’t tell what’s going on, can’t think. All she knows is that their Guard is still kissing her, and that Twilight is licking all over her groin and inner thighs, trying to hold on as Lux shakes. Stars dance in her vision and she twists her head to the side, breaks the kiss and gasps for breath. “Fuck. Fuck!” she squeaks. She throws her head back and tries to fill her lungs and regain control of her limbs. Her forehoof hits her Guard in the side. She grabs his shoulder for balance, feels like she’s falling, and scrambles back, trying to fend off Twilight’s tongue.

“Sweet . . . sweet fucking . . . ” she pants. “Oh, wow. Fuck.” She realizes she’s been holding Twilight’s mane and lets go. The Princess’s muzzle is sparkling wet, and there are drips down her chin and neck. Lux realizes her own thighs are drenched, and the bed is wet. What—

“Do you always squirt when you come?” her Guard asks, breathing in her ear.

Lux gasps. “No? Oh, Princess, that’s so embarrassing,” she says, covering her face. She just came on the Princess. It’s so dirty!

“Want to see if you can do it again?”

Lux peeks between her hooves. She may be dazed, and still high on the flush of chemicals in her body, but she knows what he means. He wants to fuck her. She’s going to have sex. Panting, she looks down at his cock, still pressing against her barrel. Not-so-little Guard is drooling, throbbing and angry.

And he wants to fuck her with it. She gulps, reaches down and touches it, holds it, slides her hoof up and down its length. The Guard closes his eyes and thrusts his cock past her hoof, grunting into her ear. If she keeps this up—If she lets him, Twilight’s Guard will come all over her stomach and flank. He probably comes a lot. She will be covered in it. If she twists just a little and bends down to suck it, like some of her classmates claim to have done, he’ll come in her mouth, and possibly on her face. And if she spreads her legs for him—

Oh, fuck. She wants to. She really wants to. She’s still simmering from Twilight’s tongue. Fondling him isn’t enough. Having him fondle and grope her—she groans as his hoof rubs her stomach—isn’t enough.

But that’s okay. Twilight’s watching them both, and wouldn’t let anything bad happen to Lux.

Lux turns her head and kisses him. It’s hot, having an audience. Twilight must be so jealous, watching his hoof rubbing Lux’s abdomen instead of hers and his cock drooling over Lux’s hip instead of hers. Keeping her eyes locked with Twilight’s, she lets go of his cock and licks her hoof. “I want you to fuck me,” she moans, and it’s only partly for show. When Twilight whimpers Lux knows she can’t stop, doesn’t want to anyways.

Lux could be a good daughter. She could spend her evenings studying and preparing for her summer internship. She could be learning about the important ponies of Cloudsdale. Instead she’s going to be bad. She’s really good at being bad. She sneaks out at night. She seduces Princesses. She lets handsome Guards rub her pussy, and licks their hooves when pressed against her lips. And she’s about to let one fuck her. This must be what her dad feels when he’s negotiating. Or what he felt when he slept with Twilight. The thrill of victory right within her grasp. All she has to do is take it.

So she does. Lux guides the Princess up and beside her, twists her head and kisses her. Twilight tastes hot and wet—so, Lux tastes hot and wet. And dirty. She feels the bed shift under her butt. There’s the Guard, smiling at her, crouching between her knees. His face is flushed and he’s panting. She did that to him. She nods. “I’m ready.”

He leans over her, places his forehooves on either side of her head. With smooth, easy motions he pushes her knees apart and presses his cock at her entrance. He smiles at her, then grunts and thrusts inside. She cries out. She’s really wet but he’s so big! The hormone rush and the sight of him clenching his eyes shut is intoxicating. She’s having sex. With two amazing, wonderful lovers that care about her so much.

She whimpers, and Twilight holds her hoof, helps to keep the young Pegasus grounded.

Her Guard builds up a steady, easy rhythm, keeping eye contact with her as he fucks her. She doesn’t have to do anything, can’t think straight enough to try even if she did have to. But he knows what he’s doing. He presses tight and grinds his pubic bone against hers. He leans forward and nips at her chest, her chin, her forehead. He pulls out almost all the way, then slams back inside. He presses his free forehoof down on her crotch, squeezing her groin between it and his cock. He even notices her staring at him and smiles. She tries to wink back but she’s pretty sure she just looks like some mooning, lovestruck mare who’s about to pass out.

He smirks at her. “Do you need me to slow down?”

She scowls. “Just shut up and . . . shut up and fuck me.”

He grunts, “Yes, Your Highness.”

And he does. It’s raw and physical. He puts his whole body into it, pressing abdomen to stomach to chest. She can’t think or move or do anything other than pant and whine and moan; he doesn’t do anything but thrust and snort and growl. Just when she thinks she has a handle on it, he goes and twists—or angles—or squeezes differently and it’s suddenly a whole new thing that she has to figure out.

And he’s so much bigger than she is. He fills her whole world, especially with his wings flared out and his hooves pressing down beside her cheeks. When he leans down and kisses her she feels cocooned by his maleness. It’s absurd, and so obscene. She feels an orgasm building, flushing through her whole body. She’s gonna come again, going to squirt all over him, and there’s nothing she can do about it. Trying to hold back only makes it loom larger. She whimpers. It barrels down on her like a freight train.

“Twilight . . . Twi . . . I’m—I’m gonna come. I’m—Ahh!” she cries out, shaking. Twilight holds her as she twitches and trembles and yelps. Her back arches. She reaches for the sheets, for Twilight, for something to grab onto. His cock pushes her through her orgasm, doesn’t let her rest. She whimpers. He hasn’t come. Is he even close? How long can he keep going?

“Lux,” Twilight breathes into her ear. Maybe she can read Lux’s mind. “Oh, Lux. I never let him get on top like this. Once he gets going he turns into a monster. You’re so brave.”

She gasps. Was Lux supposed to do it some other way? Why didn’t the Princess stop her, then? She’s not sure she could handle another orgasm. The solos she’s used to are nothing like these. She needs help.

“Don’t worry,” Twilight says, loud enough for him to hear. “He’s a just a big bully, who can’t handle being bullied back. Isn’t that right, Bully?”

“Yes, Your Highness,” he grunts.

Oh, Celestia, they’re teasing each other. Lux can barely form a straight thought. She’s grossly out of her league. “Help me,” she whines.

“You’re going to have to make him come,” Twilight sighs. “You can do it. I believe in you.”

Lux pants, licks the drool from her chin. She hadn’t expected this to be work! Um—She’s pretty sure if she told him to stop, he would. Eventually. Maybe. But Twilight’s right. She should try to make him come. Twilight believes she can do it. She can’t let the Princess down now. And it’ll be better—sexier—if she can make this stallion hers. Assuming she can do it before she loses her mind.

She licks her lips. “She’s—” Lux starts. “She’s right. You—you are a big bully.” She tries to focus on him and not what he’s doing to her. She won’t let him win. “You think just because you’ve got a big cock that you can fuck young little fillies like me?”

He nods, grunts, “So young.”

“Well—” she gulps. “You can. You can fuck me whenever you want.” Oh, Celestia, what is she saying? “When we’re alone. When—Oh, fuck—when my daddy has you guarding my bedroom. When you’re angry at the Princess, or some nobles, or your Guardsmates. Just find me and—and pin me down and fuck me!” Shit. What if he actually does? “Crawl under my blankets—Ooh, wow!—and wake me up in the middle of the night. Or when I’m home alone after school. You don’t have to ask. And I won’t tell my parents. It’ll be our little secret.” This is supposed to be turning him on, not her!

He gasps, snorting in her hair. His thrusts are erratic, out of order. He’s slipping. It’s working! So she keeps going, because with every filthy thing she says he slips a little more. Not at all because she likes imagining it, because it makes her hot. Of course not.

“Just—just take me!” she whines. “Push me down. Mount me. Make me—make me suck your cock. I’ll do it, I swear. Just—Please, mister. Come inside me. I need it!” She looks up at him with the saddest look she can manage, reaches up to stroke his cheek. Then, in a flash of inspiration, she moans, “Breed me.”

He whinnies, flaring inside her. He presses his hips against her so hard she thinks she’ll snap in half. His hooves dig into the sheets, slide backwards. Lux can feel his cock throb and pulse and splatter her insides with cum. He doesn’t stop thrusting, just grunts and tries to squeeze her between his body and the bed, tries his damnedest to touch her navel from the inside. Each thrust shoves more cum inside her, so much that it’s squirting out between them. Her groin and thighs are hot and sticky. It’s disgusting. It’s so hot. A stallion is shooting his spunk deep inside her, filling her up so much it’ll have nowhere else to go—Her orgasm hits her and knocks the wind out of her. She clenches her gut and groans and twitches so hard that he slips free. His cock flies towards her head, splattering her chin and chest with cum before she can react. It’s hot on her body, soaks into her coat.

“Fuck!” he yelps, losing his balance. His legs wobble and he tumbles to the side.

Now Lux can see what he did. She whimpers. Her body is covered in cum, and she can feel more oozing out from her pussy. Her thighs are soaked. The sheets beneath her butt are soaked. She squirted again, big time. It’s so messy. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Princess . . . ” she breathes, looking at Twilight. “I shouldn’t’ve . . . I—” She can barely breathe. Everything’s spinning.

Twilight wraps her forelegs around Lux and squeezes tight, kissing her and smearing cum between them. Lux latches on for dear life. “Breathe, Lux,” Twilight hums. “Just breathe.”

Lux nods, forces herself to breathe through her nose.

In and out. Careful, deliberate breathing.

Gradually the room stops spinning and she gulps her mouth clear, manages a deep breath.

“There you go. Easy,” Twilight says.

“I’ve . . . I’ve never come like that before,” Lux admits, shivering.

Twilight hugs her tight. “It was really sexy. Watching you let go like that. Listening to you. I hope I get to see that again. Don’t worry about the bed. Now. Let’s get you cleaned up,” she whispers, then slips off of the bed and trots out of sight.

“Wait! Where are you going?” Lux worries, reaching out. Then she realizes she’s exposed, in front of a stallion whose name she doesn’t even know, and she’s covered in cum. She curls into a ball and pulls a pillow in front of herself. “Twilight!”

“Relax. I’m right here. Just getting a cloth.”

Twilight returns, carrying a steaming washcloth. She floats Lux to a dryer part of the bed, unrolls her, then carefully wipes her down, slowly and gently against her sensitive bits. The hot cloth leaves a cool, tingling trail all over. It’s calming. Like her mother would do when she was very little. Twilight looks so focused, so concerned for Lux. She cares so much.

And Lux was so mean in return.

“I’m—I’m sorry,” Lux whispers. “For pulling your hair.”

“Oh!” Twilight shakes her head. “He wasn’t lying. I do kinda like it. And . . . yeah. Sometimes it’s really nice to just let somepony else make decisions for me. Even if it’s a little mean.” Twilight tosses the cloth back into the ensuite and reaches for Lux’s hoof. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. It’s just . . . wow. I wasn’t expecting . . . all of that. But . . . yeah. I’m . . . wow. And tired.” It’s an understatement. She knew it would be physical and intense, but Lux hadn’t expected Twilight and her Guard to be so debaucherous. So degenerate. So casual. It’s a lot to handle.

Twilight smiles. “Good. You had me worried.” She leans close. “He’s a bit overwhelming, isn’t he?”

Lux snorts. He’s right there, watching them gossip about him. Wild. “He’s not—he’s not actually going to—”

“What? Bend you over when you’re alone?” Twilight laughs. “Of course not. And, if he tries, he’ll have to answer to me!”

Lux giggles. Twilight looks so serious. “Thanks.”

She takes a deep breath. Maybe it’s the high, maybe it’s the hormones. Maybe it’s the intense cardio. But she feels like she could sleep for days. She thinks back to her tiny bed. “Do I have to go home now?” she asks, dreading the answer—not only does she not want to leave, but she’s not sure she can make it home on her own.

Twilight shrugs. “Well . . . I don’t want to send you home, but I don’t want you to get in trouble. And I don’t want to get myself in trouble either. Besides. How are you supposed to convince your parents to let you come and visit if they find you in bed with—not only a visiting Princess—but an adult stallion as well?”

“Visit you? In Ponyville?” She stares at Twilight. “Really?”

Twilight shrugs. “Why not? You can meet all my friends, explore the town, help some ponies learn about friendship—and at night,” Twilight grins a wicked grin and pokes Lux in the stomach, “maybe we snuggle, maybe we kiss a little. How does that sound?”

It sounds amazing, and fun, and not at all what the apprentice to the Senior Clerk would do. A huge, beaming smile breaks out over Lux’s face. Yes. She’d like that a lot. “Still . . . I wanted to cuddle. You made it sound so lovely.”

Twilight puts her hoof to her chin and thinks. “Let’s see . . . If they discover that you’re missing—”

“So I just have to sneak back before they wake up. It wouldn’t be the first time. You can wake me up early enough. Please?” she pleads, activating the sappiest, poutiest, wide-eyed-iest face she has in her arsenal.

Twilight flops onto her bed. “Urgh, fine. You win. It’s always the eyes . . . ” she scowls.

Yes!

Twilight opens her forelegs wide and Lux happily crawls in, wraps her forelegs around her Princess and nestles close. Twilight’s so warm and soft—it’s like she’s hugging a fluffy purple chinook. She feels giddy.

“Hey,” Lux says over her shoulder. “You too.”

The Guard slides into bed behind her, spoons with her. He’s tall enough that they fit together perfectly. Twilight kisses her on the forehead. Their Guard reaches over her hip and presses her down into his lap. Wings and bedding blanket her and she wiggles happily. She gets to fall asleep covered in pony after making love. She crashes off her adrenaline high, feels like she wants to cry and laugh all at once, and a wave of exhaustion—

He’s about to doze off when he feels Twilight pull herself free of Lux and fill the void with a pillow. Wary of waking the filly, he simply looks over her sleeping form at Twilight and waits. She’s got her back to him, sitting at the side of the bed, but she knows he’s awake.

Eventually she looks back at him and gestures. He’s just gotten comfortable, with his cock squeezed between her thighs, pressing against her cunt—tiny, young Lux fits in his lap like she was bred for it, and he was looking forward to waking her up with his dick inside her—but he extracts himself, holds back a groan, and stands before his Princess.

Twilight has never bothered lowering her voice when her Castle Guards are sleeping but she has a soft spot for Lux. “Do you think you can get her home without being seen?”

“Yes, Your Highness. I will need to wake her up to get her inside her home. But the Gendarmerie won’t be a problem.”

“Ione and Wind Shear can’t find her out like this.”

“No, Your Highness.”

Twilight hugs herself. “Can Ponyville survive another year like this?” she asks.

“No, Your Highness. Not without assistance from Canterlot.”

She nods. She already knows this. “I think I know how to get Ponyville’s weather. She won’t like being used.”

“Your Highness?”

Twilight doesn’t answer for a minute or so. Behind her, Lux starts snoring.

“Okay. I’ll take her home. I won’t be long. Protect the homestead, Guard.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Oh—and I’ll need a copy of the paperwork to formalize our agreement, but with the split rating left blank. Assuming this works.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Twilight sets her face and scoops Lux up in her magic. Then, in a silent explosion of feathers and light, they’re gone.

He looks around the empty room and rubs his chin. Just how in Equestria is he supposed to find paperwork at this hour?

Lux wakes with sunlight blasting her in the face. She rubs her eyes and looks around her bedroom. She’s so sore and exhausted that it takes her a few moments to realize that she shouldn’t actually be in her own bed right now. Then the previous night comes crashing back and Lux remembers why she’s so sore and exhausted, and she alternates between shock and glee and panic. The whole day is going to be a write-off. She already knows she won’t be able to focus in school—

“Oh!” she yelps. She’s late! How did she sleep in so late? “Shit!” If her parents discover she’s still at home she’ll be in big trouble, and she’ll have to explain why she slept in, and she’s never been able to lie to her mom, which will get Twilight in big trouble, too, and it’ll be all her fault!

Right as she thinks that, she hears her mom’s voice from downstairs. Time to go!

She’s about to leap out of the window when she spies a sparkling purple envelope on her bedside table, fluttering to get her attention.

The doors close behind the retreating Clerk and Twilight is left alone with the three ponies that control her fate and the fate of her friends and family. Behind them is the might of the Cloudsdale Weather Brigade and the Gendarmerie—and Ione, a force in her own right. Twilight meanwhile has a washed out Guard, an eager but underage filly, and the well wishes of a tiny village.

Well, and the magic of friendship, she thinks wryly.

“Twilight. I hope you slept well. Have you had breakfast? Can we get you anything?”

The Ambassadors have forgone their high table, and are instead sprawled out on a couch one of them has brought in just for today. Maybe they don’t expect to do much in the way of negotiating either.

Make or break time. Twilight covers a small yawn and smiles pretty at the Ambassadors. “No, thank you. We won’t be long.”

Polaris frowns at her. “Weather Negotiations are rather complicated affairs, Your Highness. I expect them to take all day.”

“Normally, yes. But I’ve had a change of heart.”

She can hear them shift uneasily. She can’t possibly have something on them—can she, they’re wondering. No. It must be a desperate attempt to push them off balance. They’re right, of course. She hopes they don’t figure that out.

Polaris nods. “If you prefer, we can simply formalize the current arrangement and end things here, Your Highness. You must be eager to return home.” Eager to retreat, Polaris means. She points at a stack of papers in front of them. “Though we've added an additional clause: regular visits to monitor Ponyville’s weather situation. We think it’s in everypony’s best interests if Cloudsdale takes a more hooves-on approach.”

Regular visits to fuck Twilight, Polaris means.

Twilight shakes her head. “I have a better idea. I would like to hire a consultant to help oversee the construction and management of—”

Wind Shear leaps to his hooves, spreading the draft agreement everywhere. “How fucking dare you!”

“—Ponyville’s own, smaller Rainbow Factory to help Ponyville and its surroundings design and power their own weather systems and end their dependence on outside help.” She smiles at the bristling Pegasus and says, solemnly, “Ponyville is a strong, self-sufficient community. It has never been afraid to forge its own path. I am proud to shepherd it into the future—with or without your help.”

For a moment Twilight can hear one of them grinding their teeth. Then the Ambassadors start yelling over one another:

“Runnin’ yer own Rainbow Factory without Cloudsdale’s involvement—”

“You think Ponyville is the first backwater slum—”

“—recipe for disaster. Weather forces are not to be treated idly—

“I knew you wouldn’t take this seriously. You think—”

“—inclined to let’cha, just to see what happens—”

“—try and produce its own weather—”

“—just because you lift your tail for us that we’ll help you? Fuck you.”

Twilight studies her hoof and waits.

Bristle says, “Yer either incredibly stupid or incredibly naive to think you can run yer own Factory without destroying yer town.”

She shrugs. “You’re absolutely right. Only a desperate, corrupt ruler would even think of risking the safety of her town just to break your monopoly on weather marshalling—and she’d still have to find an aspiring young idealist Cloud Sculptor to run her new Factory.”

“No,” Wind Shear mutters, watching the doors open.

“Yes, Daddy. I know how mean you’ve been to Twilight. You don’t need to be friends, but you shouldn’t make a whole community suffer just to get back at her.” Lux marches right up to them. “I’m going to help Ponyville get back on track. Their farmers need me.”

“Lux, dear—where is your mother?”

Lux scowls. “She’s with that Governor again. I know how to get to the Capitol Building on my own, dad.”

“Why are you here? You should be at school.”

Lux shares a smile with Twilight, and holds up the open envelope she has brought with her as proof. “I’ve been offered a work-study position in Ponyville as a—” she frowns, hoping to get the titles correct “—as an apprentice Cloud Sculptor and weather consultant.”

“Lux, dear, I’ve already arranged for you to apprentice under the Senior Clerk this summer—”

“No, Daddy!” she says, stomping her hoof against the marble floor. “I’m sick of all this public service nonsense! How am I supposed to be happy when all I deal with are ponies’ problems?”

Wind Shear stammers, “Well—Dear, she’s—Twilight is just using you to get back at me, dear.”

Lux rolls her eyes as only a young mare like her can. “You are so petty. Can’t you see that she cares about me?” she huffs.

Twilight stands behind Lux, giving her as much room as she needs to gesture and stomp while keeping her own barely-composed face out of sight.

“What agreement are you trying to give Ponyville, anyway? Fifty-fifty? Forty-five-fifty-five? Do they get long range forecasts? Special Event considerations?”

Wind Shear’s eyes flick down at the stack of papers strewn around him. “We haven’t finalized those particular details—”

Lux shakes her head. “You have no idea, do you? Their town is suffering because of your greed. Suffering. And I can help them! Please. Either give them the weather they need, to let me help them.”

“Dear—they’re not suffering. They’ve had mediocre weather. Yes, it could be better. But they’re hardly suffering.”

“Unbelievable. You’re really going to screw them over just to get back at Twilight?”

“Lux! Watch your mouth!”

“Oh yeah? I heard the language you use. I’ve heard what you call the Princess. You hypocrite.”

Wind Shear looks at his other Ambassadors. Polaris is grinning, a hoof over her mouth. Bristle looks ready to kill somepony. Wind Shear’s face hardens. Twilight knows cannot say no to his daughter. It’s the guilt from his incestuous fetishes mixed with good old fatherly love. Shear has to let Lux go to Ponyville if she cannot be persuaded to change her own mind.

Then Twilight spies the hint of a smile.

“Have you asked your mother?”

“Well . . . no,” Lux admits.

“If she says no then you can’t go. Go ask her first.”

Fuck shit damn! Wind Shear is a loser, sending Lux to his wife, but that doesn’t matter. Twilight is banking everything on being the only pony who can say no to Lux, but Ione has no problem saying no. And if Ione tells Lux she cannot join Twilight in Ponyville all her plans will fall apart. Ponyville cannot afford its own Rainbow Factory—not by a long shot. She tries not to panic.

“I can’t,” Lux says.

“Why not?”

Lux scowls. “Because she’s with Governor Sirocco right now, and, uh . . . I didn’t want to interrupt them when they’re—negotiating.” She hangs her head. “I guess she didn’t know I was still home.”

Twilight’s jaw drops. So does Wind Shear’s.

Lux takes a deep breath and asks, with all the strength of a child who’s learned her parents don’t love one another and desperately needs a way out, “Anyways. Can I go? Please?”

Wind Shear glares at Twilight, then takes a deep, slow breath.

“So—Dear, tell me. When does this . . . work-study position start?”

“Oh, tomorrow,” Twilight pipes up, ignoring Lux’s surprised gasp. “We’ll be leaving right away. It’s a school night.”

Wind Shear says, through gritted teeth, “Then you had better get ready.”

Lux gasps. A huge smile breaks out over her face and she spins in place. “Oh, thank you thank you thank you! I promise I won’t let you down.”

“I know you won’t. Go and pack your things.” He smiles, a generous, entirely fake smile.

Lux flies over, squeezes him in a deathly tight hug, then rockets out of the room, leaving a flurry of abandoned agreement papers in her wake.

The moment the door is closed Wind Shear storms up to Twilight and backhoofs her.

She conjures a barrier with a thought, blocking his hoof, and she thinks she hears something crack.

He gasps, tucks his hoof to his chest, and glares at her. Idiot.

“How dare you lie to my daughter!”

“Oh, it’s a real offer. Given our miserable forecast I’ve decided to finance the construction of a new Rainbow Factory outside of town. The current designs are much smaller and safer. Assuming we can get the systems working quickly enough I should have time to deal with the other small towns you’ve been taking advantage of before their current contracts come up for renewal. A new industry would do wonders for our economy.” She gestures over her shoulder at the entrance. “And there’s plenty of room in Ponyville for a young filly to integrate into the school system and finish her education. She’ll make so many friends. Afterwards I fully intend on grooming Lux into a leading Cloud Sculptor. She’ll be on track to be the first new Weather Marshall in ten years. As for housing, Lux will be perfectly safe and sound in my castle. We don’t actually have any open beds but I’m sure my Guards won’t mind sharing theirs. Of course, if you don’t want her to go, you can just tell her no. I’m certainly not about to abduct her.”

“She’s not going.”

“Fine. Let’s bring her back in and you can explain why. She’s an adult. She’ll understand. And besides, I’m sure I can find an aspiring Weather Marshall somewhere—apparently they’re as common as coffee shops. I just figured I’d help jumpstart Lux’s career.” She smiles innocently. “She’s been so kind to me already. I want the best for her.”

“Retract your offer and I’ll give you your fucking eighty-twenty split.”

“One hundred.”

Wind Shear glares. Behind him the Ambassadors are yelling at him.

“Fine.”

“I want it in writing.” Twilight already has a stack of papers ready to sign. A few pen strokes and signatures later, and Twilight has officially saved Ponyville and fucked Cloudsdale, again, and it feels good.

She turns to leave, but stops before the door and looks over her shoulder at the Ambassadors. “Next time you’re balls deep in a mare, try not to make promises you don’t intend to keep,” she says, flicking her tail and flashing them. Then she smiles and leaves. Her Guard follows her out, and the great big marble doors close with a thud.

Outside, the sun is glowing and there’s a warm late summer breeze. There’s no crowd pleading for her time, no blur of ponies who need her. Just Lux, weighed down under saddlebags hastily packed with textbooks, school supplies, some clothing, and her favorite books. She’s beaming and vibrating with enthusiasm.

Twilight exhales.

Twilight is exhausted, so she decides to take the train back home. The ride is uneventful. She wonders just how she’s going to explain herself to her friends and to the rest of Ponyville when they ask how it went.

“I got us perfect weather . . . ”

She looks across the private carriage at the young Pegasus filly, her cum-covered face smeared into the seat as Twilight’s Guard fucks her senseless, and sighs.

“ . . . but had to turn it down.”

She buries her face in her hooves, listening to Lux groan. It’s going to be a long winter.

Author's Note

The End

Oh, Ione’s going to be pissed when she finds out!

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