Twilight Velvet's Night In
Twilight Velvet's Night In
"Are you ready, Nighty?"
To say he was ready would be perhaps the biggest understatement of Night Light's entire life. He was almost quivering with anticipation at the coming night's events. It was all he could think about during work. And now, the time was arriving, and, just like every other time the couple had done something like this, Night couldn't wait.
That's why he found himself pacing the length of his bedroom, waiting for Zed to finally arrive. His wife was lounging on the bed behind him, her excitement matching his. Though Twilight Velvet was quite a bit more reserves than Night for the time being, he knew that wouldn't last for too much longer.
"Of course," said Night, pausing his pacing and tapping his hoof on the floor. "I wonder what's taking him. He said he'd be here by 7:30, it's almost 8."
"He can show up whenever he wants to," Velvet reminded him. "Remember who's calling the shots here tonight." Night nodded, his heart thumping as he felt his wife's gaze intensify. "I want to hear you say it. Who's in charge tonight, Nighty?"
"H-he is." After so long of them keeping this arrangement up, with so many of their friends, Night would have thought he'd be used to the domineering, almost emasculating tone Velvet sometimes took. He had never been happier to be wrong before in his life.
“Good boy.” A series of hard, heavy knocks stole Twilight Velvet’s attention from her husband, bringing a grin to her face. “Ooh, that must be him!” Night took a step for the door, only for a magical grasp on his tail to stop him. “You stay here. I’ll go greet him. Don’t move.”
Night pouted slightly, but made no effort to argue as Velvet left the room. He didn’t want to leave Velvet alone with her friend, not for fear of what they might do, but for fear of what they might do someplace he couldn’t see. Every second Velvet was gone sent a new pulse of anticipation and desperation through Night’s body. Seconds ticked into minutes, easily longer than it should have taken for Velvet to let Zed into the house. Night Light quivered as he imagined what might be taking them so long, mental images of another stallion’s lips on his wife’s driving him mad, in the best way possible.
Finally, after Night had begun contemplating disobeying his wife’s instructions, he heard approaching hoofsteps. He didn’t have to wait much longer before the two spilled into the room. While Velvet was certainly eye-catching, and never failed to steal Night’s attention from whatever he was focusing on, his eyes fell first on her friend.
Zedria, or Zed, had been working with Twilight Velvet for close to two years by now, but this would be the first time he and Night had met. He was a young, talented zebra, having been sent from his country to assist Canterlot University in translating some ancient tomes that had roots in a language that was unfamiliar to Equestria. He was a spry, energetic, exotic stallion, roughly ten years younger than the married couple. His mane was in many thick braids, all bound together with a gold band into a ponytail of ebony and ivory locks that were striped much in a similar way to his coat. He seemed cautious, intrigued, as if trying to figure this whole situation out.
“You must be Zed,” said Night. He shook the zebra’s hoof, fighting with all of his might to keep himself together for the time being. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Only good things, I hope.” From that first sentence, Night could instantly understand why Velvet had chosen him. With just that simple response and a bright smirk, Zed conveyed such a smooth, confident, charismatic personality, one that had would have no trouble seducing even a married woman.
“Mostly good things,” said Velvet with a giggle. “Of course, I had to tell him about what happened at dinner.” Zed scratched his head sheepishly, smiling a bit awkwardly.
“Sorry about that. I didn’t realize she was spoken for,” said Zed. “You have a very beautiful wife, Night Light. You’re incredibly lucky.”
“Oh, he knows. But enough about that, there’s a few things we need to discuss.” Twilight Velvet grinned, gesturing for the bed. The two stallions before her took a seat while Velvet dove into their closet. She emerged shortly thereafter with a moderately sized chest, the contents of which bustled and bumped inside of the mahogany confines.
“What’s in the box?” asked Zed.
“We’ll get there. But first… Rules.” Velvet set the chest down beside Night, watching his gaze bounce to the treasure with excitement. “This is supposed to be fun for everypony involved, especially Nighty. So we have a safe word in play. If, at any point, anypony becomes uncomfortable or unhappy with what is going on, all they need to do is say the safe word, Albion, and then we put a hard stop on things until we figure out a solution. If things don't work, we stop altogether and go back to being just friends and colleagues." Her gaze lingered on her husband more so than Zed, as if she was talking mostly to Night. “Understood?”
“Yes. But, I’m curious. Why Albion?”
“It was… Our honeymoon…” murmurred Night. Velvet giggled, sending a chill down her husband’s spine.
“Oh, what a wonderful time that was… In any case, I don’t have much in the way of limits. I can take a bit of a thrashing, you can rest assured,” continued Velvet. “Obviously, nothing dangerous or that may cause any lasting, visible damage. A hickey or two beneath the collar is fine, but I can’t exactly go to work with a black eye."
"Not that I have any intention of damaging a mare as beautiful as yourself," remarked Zed. Twilight Velvet giggled, both at the compliment and at the way Night reacted. She saw his leg twitch slightly, no doubt trying to keep his erection hidden.
"Oh, he likes hearing other men call me pretty," said Velvet. She neared her colleague, her patience and resolve running thin. "Any questions before we get down to business?"
"Just one. I don't completely understand the situation," said Zed. "Your husband is a lot more… Well, he seems to be enjoying this more than I anticipated."
"Well, it was all his idea."
"Really?" Zed raised an eyebrow curiously. "You have this beautiful mare all to yourself and you willingly choose to offer her to others?"
"Yes, sir. I'm afraid I can't… do her justice," said Night carefully. "And she deserves better."
"Normally, Night is a good little cucky and finds some hung stallion to bring home to me," said Velvet, clambering onto the bed. She straddled in Zed's lap, grinding her hot, winking pussy against his slowly hardening, unsheathing cock. "But when I saw a young, handsome, exotic zebra like yourself… I couldn't resist."
"I see. Well, luckily for you, Mrs. Velvet, I believe I will be able to 'do you justice' as you put it." Zed glanced over to Night, checking one last time to ensure that nopony was having second thoughts. When Night gave him an excited, almost desperate nod, Zed took that as his cue to latch his lips onto Velvet's.
Night felt himself grow harder and harder as he watched his wife make out with a man he had never met before. She moaned into her lover's mouth, their tongues exploring one another, while all Night Light could do was watch. Soon, the two tumbled over, Zed rolling until Velvet was on her back and beneath him.
"You know, in my country, the amount of suitors you could have depended on your family's social standing," said Zed, pulling away from Velvet. He dove in again, kissing and nipping on her neck, the married mare moaning beneath him. "My tribe was quite wealthy, and so I had a rather sizeable harem of mares, each the most beautiful and desirable that their tribes had to offer. Over a dozen suitors, and I satisfied them all." Zed nipped a little harder on Velvet's collar, earning a yelp from the older mare. "I would be honored to add you to my herd, Mrs. Velvet."
"W-what do you think, cucky?" Already, Velvet's voice was shaky, quivering with desire. "Do you want him to make me another zebra whore in his pack?"
"Yes… Please, sir, take my wife." Night couldn't help himself anymore, finally reaching a hoof between his legs and rubbing his unimpressive length. "Make her yours…"
"Based on how wet her pussy is, I fear she may already be mine." Zed may have started apprehensive, but it seemed as though he was a quick learner. "If you watch closely, you may get to see how a stallion should please a mare."
"I can't wait anymore…" moaned Velvet. She wiggled her hips enticingly, but Zed did a very good job of keeping her panting, begging for more. She couldn't even see his cock yet, although that seemed to be about to change. "Please…"
"Is this how wives in Equestria behave? Thirsty for another man's cock? asked Zed. He reached his hoof between Velvet's legs, rubbing her hot, juicy cunt. "You must be desperate to invite someone so much younger to give you what you desire."
"My husband… He just can't keep up," panted Twilight Velvet. "I need a young stallion's cock to satisfy me…" Twilight Velvet felt Zed's weight rise from her, freeing her from her pinned down position for the time being. She attempted to sit up, just for Zed to grab her up and toss her over onto her stomach with very little effort. Before Velvet could muster up a response, Zed positioned himself before her, taking her breath away with what he was packing.
Compared to her husband, Zed was massive. Ten inches long, and who knows how thick, his hard, dark rod absolutely put Night Light to shame (something that was not lost on Night himself). Velvet's eyes went wide, unable to tear her eyes from the twitching, pre-dripping, perfect cock just a scant few inches from her muzzle.
"You seem shocked, Mrs. Velvet," said Zed with a grin.
"You're huge…" breathed Velvet.
"I warned you, did I not? I'm not particularly fond of some of stereotypes, generally. But the one they say about zebra males?" Zed winked before pushing his hips forward, smearing Velvet's nose with pre. "I'm afraid that one is spot on."
"You're so much bigger than my husband. Come here, cucky, get a nice good look before it's inside of me." Night nodded, then shimmied a bit closer. Velvet was right, of course. Night didn't need a visual reminder of just how physically inferior he was, but he was more than happy to receive one. "Oh dear, he's going to ruin me! Do you think I'll even be able to feel you in me after this, cucky?"
"N-no… He's going to stretch you out so much." Velvet leaned over and kissed her husband, trading some of the sticky pre-cum that was on her nose to his cheek. "Thank you for letting me watch, honey."
"Yes. Watch. Just watch." Velvet's voice went a bit more sinister, her from growing at her husband's shocked, bordering on horrified expression. "Hooves off of your little dicklette, cucky. In fact… I think it's time to put on your cage." Night gulped, as if to swallow his heart, but nodded obediently nevertheless. He raised the chest from the ground and popped it open, revealing the multitude of dildos, vibrators, strap-ons, and, most pressingly at the moment, a little steel chastity cage.
Night had to use his magic to sort of force his erection down, but once he was successful in doing that, he slid the cool, hard metal cage around his little dick. Next came the ring, which he slipped on just at the base of his shaft, behind his meager balls. Then, it was just a matter of sliding the two pieces of the device together, locking the tiny padlock that kept the cage in place and, Night's favorite part, handing the key to his wife.
"Here you go, honey." Night already felt so horny, so denied. Nothing got him harder than seeing his wife go to town on a thick cock (except for maybe being caged while she did so), and it was already torture for him to be unable to touch himself. Velvet took the key, which was attached to a small loop of thin, gold chain, and slipped it onto her left hindhoof, keeping it as far from Night's cock as possible.
"Maybe if you're a good cucky, we'll let you out tonight." Velvet locked eyes with her husband before she gave Zed's waiting cock a slow, savoring lick from its base to its tip, slurping up the little bead of pre-cum it produced. "Not that I need your little cock. Not when I have this tasty thing in front of me. So big and strong…”
There was nothing Night could do but watch as his wife finally parted her lips and took the big, thick zebra cock into her mouth. She moaned at the taste of masculine flesh, her eyes fluttering closed in unabashed ecstasy as she took as much of Zed’s rod as she could. Night let out a little whinny, his heart thumping while he watched another stallion recieve pleasure that should have been his.
“Spirits above,” groaned Zed, grabbing Velvet firmly around the back of the head and slowly forcing her down even further. “Your wife is excellent. She certainly knows how to properly service a cock!”
“I wouldn’t know,” said Night softly. “I can’t remember the last time she let me put my dick in her mouth…”
“You’re missing out, my friend.” Zed pushed Velvet down as deep as she could take, groaning as his cock hit the back of Velvet’s throat. He pinned the married mare down for a moment, relishing in how she choked and gagged on his length, before pulling back to give her a much-needed breath. Twilight Velvet gasped, choking down breaths with an almost drunken daze in her eye, her open mouth connected to her bull’s flesh via sloppy strings of saliva and pre.
Unsatiated, Velvet set her sights lower, bringing her lips to the zebra’s hot, heavy balls. She tongued at his skin, slurping on the fat spheres and savoring the salty, earthy, masculine taste, a taste she just couldn’t get from her husband. Velvet moved like a starved beast, burying her face into Zed’s flesh in an attempt to get as much zebra essence as she could. Zed’s cock, still slick from her throat, swiped across Velvet’s face as she worshipped her new lover, covering her muzzle and matting her hair with a thin sheen of sticky, slimy fluid.
“You’ve starved this mare for too long,” said Zed, amazed by Velvet’s gusto and enthusiasm. “She’s craved this for too long. You should have brought me sooner.”
“Yes, sir. She deserves better.” By reflex, Night reached for his cock, whining as his hoof hit nothing but steel. Seeing his lovely, pure, dignified wife devolve into this sex-crazed whore was exciting enough, and that was before her lover started scolding him for failing her as a man. Night Light could think of few things more exhilarating. “Show her how a stallion ought to treat a mare. Give her what she needs.”
“I believe that’s his coy way of telling us that the foreplay is done with.” Zed pulled Velvet away from his balls, beyond amused by her whine of protest. She was clearly none too pleased to be pulled away from such a perfect specimen, although Zed was willing to bet that she wouldn’t be complaining for long. “What do you say, Mrs. Velvet? I’d like to claim you properly now.”
“Please.” Even Velvet seemed surprised at just how desperate she sounded. She needed this more than she realized. Though shaky and uncoordinated from her excitement, Velvet still managed to clamber into position quickly, turning on her back and splaying her legs to show her hot, mature cunt. “Please, put it in me! I need you…”
“I know you do, Mrs. Velvet. But, before I make you mine…” Zed slapped his cock firmly against Velvet’s cunt, rubbing against her lower lips. Velvet giggled almost hysterically as she saw just how long Zed was in comparison to her own body. It would ruin her, and she could hardly wait. “I want to hear your husband ask.”
Night Light froze for just a moment, taking in the scene. His wife, legs spread for another man, with sweat, pre, and spit smeared all over her beautiful face, looking more like a Canterlot streetwalker than the mare he had fallen in love with. Above her, a stallion that was physically superior in every single way. Younger, quicker, stronger. A stallion he had never met, a stallion who had come into Night’s home to claim his wife as his own while Night himself could do nothing more than watch, unable to even pleasure himself. Any sane man would refuse. They’d find some courage, stand up and throw Zed out for daring to defile his mare.
Night saw the look in his wife’s eyes, the hunger, the desire, the need for cock, and his decision was made for him.
“Please, sir. Please fuck my wife,” begged Night Light. “Stretch her out. Ruin her. Give her what she needs.”
Zed grinned, apparently satisfied by Night’s grovelling, and slowly pressed his length to Velvet’s needy pussy. The flared head of his cock slowly, agonizingly spread Velvet, the sheer girth appearing at first to be too much for the married mare to take. But Velvet was no quitter, and she gave the nod for Zed to push harder, forcing his thick, solid cock and finally popping into her pussy, splitting her cunt and earning himself a long, satisfied moan for his efforts.
Never one to rest on his laurels, Zed quickly got into a rhythm of bucking his hips, drilling deep into Velvet. Each thrust sent a spike of electric pleasure throughout her body, her hooves twitching as she gripped her bedsheets as tightly as she could. All the while, Twilight Velvet’s eyes remained trained not on her lover, who was doing his best to abide by his vow to claim her as his own, but on her own husband.
“F-fuck… Come here, cucky.” Velvet beckoned with a hoof, and Night enthusiastically obeyed, scampering closer to his wife. He could see the joy in her face, the genuine, unabashed satisfaction of feeling a dick that wasn’t his. “Kiss me.”
Once again, Night took a moment to absorb the situation, to admire his wife’s face. In a strange, perverted sense, she was prettier this way. She seemed more at ease, happier. Her tongue hung from her mouth as she tried to swallow shallow, shaky breaths. Her face and mane matted with the results of her earlier worship. This was what Twilight Velvet was, at her basest level. An insatiably cock-hungry slut, not above fucking another man with her husband watching. Anything to get her fix. It’s what Night found so attractive about her.
He dove forward, latching his lips onto Velvet’s. Twilight Velvet pushed forward with her tongue, as if trying to force the taste of Zed’s cock into her husband’s mouth. She moaned, both at the power she had over her husband and at the thick, throbbing cock that was threatening to split her in two. The married couple finally broke apart, staring into each other’s eyes. The pleasure, the ecstasy, the pure bliss in Velvet’s eyes was everything Night could have wanted from the night, and he gently grabbed her hoof with his own.
“Are you going to be a good wife and cum for our guest?” whispered Night. Velvet gave a shaky giggle, nodding before diving in for another quick kiss. “Don’t hold back on him, honey. Show him how much you appreciate him.”
It was hard for Velvet not to show her appreciation, each buck of Zed’s hips stealing a moan from deep inside her. Twilight Velvet wasn’t even aware of all of the noises she was making, her brain too clouded by lust and desire. She had never taken a dick quite so big, able to reach deeper inside of her than she ever thought possible, stretching her to the limits. Velvet couldn’t have fought it even if she wanted to; she let out a squeal, her hips bucking and jerking violently as she came. Twilight Velvet’s eyes rolled back as she convulsed in pleasure, her pussy winking and begging Zedria for his cum.
“Fuck…” Zed groaned with pleasure, amazed at how tight and, for lack of a better descriptor, velvety the older mare felt. “You Equestrian women are something else…” He grunted as he picked up his pace, slamming his hips forward, rocking the entire bed with the force of his thrusts. “I’m afraid my time is drawing near. Shall I pull out, or…?”
“No, please. Cum inside,” asked Night, giving his wife a glance. It was hard to tell who was more excited by the prospect. “Fill her to the brim. I want you to knock up my wife.”
“Well, I’d hate to be rude…”
Zedria doubled his efforts, a feat thought impossible by those present, drilling through Twilight Velvet in a way she had never experienced before. Each movement sent waves throughout the sensitive mare’s body, each twitch and pulse causing her to wink and convulse, adding to the milking sensation Zed was experiencing. Finally, the pleasure came to a head, and Zed could hold back no longer. He grabbed Twilight Velvet’s hips and fiercely slammed himself forward, burying every last inch of his thick, hard rod into the married mare’s cunt. He groaned with satisfaction, his cock throbbing and pulsing, shooting thick spurts of cum into Velvet’s womb. Each pulse of cum sent a wave of pleasure throughout Velvet, the sensation of being filled so thoroughly something she very rarely got to experience. Even among her many, many other bulls, Velvet wasn’t sure she had ever been with somepony who produced as much hot, thick cum as her current zebra lover.
“And, just like that… You’re mine now,” said Zed with a laugh. He pulled his cock from Velvet, watching his thick load drip and ooze from Twilight Velvet’s used, gaping pussy with satisfaction. “Your wife has a truly fantastic cunt, Mr. Light. One I intend to use again, if at all possible.”
“Busy tomorrow?” Velvet struggled to sit herself up, her body still rocked from pleasure. “I have off all day, but Nighty won’t be back until 5. We could have some fun and tell him all about it.”
“For you, Mrs. Velvet, my schedule is always clear. Unfortunately, I must depart now. Some work from earlier that needs doing. But I will see you tomorrow at, say, noon?”
“I’ll be waiting,” giggled Velvet. She reached her hoof between her legs, scooping Zed’s escaping cum back into her. “Bye, Zed, dear. Cucky, say goodbye.”
“Goodbye,” said Night with a wave. “Thank you for letting me watch.”
“It was my pleasure, Mrs. Velvet, Mr. Light. Until tomorrow.” Zed waved, turning for the door.
“Wait!” called Velvet, to the surprise of both stallions in the room. Zed turned, curious, while Twilight Velvet lit up her horn. “Since you’re going to be coming back tomorrow anyway…” The target of her magic soon became evident; the key that Velvet had placed around her ankle slowly floated away from her hoof, levitating forward until Zedria caught it. “No sense in letting him out now, is there?”
“Honey…” Night felt his chest pound. He had always wanted her to give his key away to somepony, but she always felt nervous. Even though they had two spare keys in the back of their freezer, frozen in ice, Velvet always seemed reluctant to risk it. Now, she seemed to be singing a slightly different tune.
“Don’t complain, cucky, or else I won’t unlock you tomorrow, either,” said Velvet, kissing her husband yet again. “Zedria will be back with your key tomorrow and, if you behave, we’ll even let you jerk off while he fucks me. Sound fair?”
“Yes, honey. Thank you, honey.”
“Marriage in Equestria is… strange,” chuckled Zed. He slipped the key around his forehoof for the time being, wearing it like the gold bangles that were common in his homeland. “Very interesting. I hope to learn more with you two.”
“We’ll be more than happy to teach you,” Velvet assured him. The zebra laughed and bowed farewell before making his exit, leaving Twilight Velvet and her cuckold husband alone. “So, you just let another man cum in your wife. You better clean me up, or else I’ll get pregnant.”
Of course, Night Light knew that was impossible. Happy with their two children, they had long ago undergone a multitude of magical contraceptive procedures. Twilight Velvet could be creampied by a hundred stallions without getting pregnant (a claim she seemed to want to put to the test). Even still, Night nodded, scurrying between his wife’s legs. Besides the fact that the fantasy of her potentially being impregnated by somepony who is essentially a stranger was incredibly hot, Night knew that he’d be lucky to get out of his cage tomorrow. This would be the only way he’d be having sex with his wife until then, so he may as well treasure it.
“Yes, honey. I love you,” said Night before diving into Velvet’s muff, tonguing and slurping up as much cum as he could from her gaped, well-fucked cunt. Velvet giggled, rustling her husband’s mane and sighing in contentment.
“I love you too, cucky,” sighed Twilight Velvet. “I love you too.”
