Twilight looked out her window, beyond the balcony. Judging by the music, the celebration was still going strong. For her, though, she’d had enough. Her coronation had proven to be one of the most hectic, emotionally exhausting days of her life, and she still wasn’t positive whether she’d wake up to find that it hadn’t even been real.

As a firework streaked into the sky, she smiled. Even if this was a dream, it had been a good one, and she hoped she wouldn’t forget it when she woke.

She finally turned away, drawing the windows thick drapes shut with a spell and lifting her crown to its new resting place with another. Tired as she was, she wasn’t eager to try out the vastly oversized bed just yet. Besides, after all that had happened that day, she needed a quick shower at the least.

She was just steps from the bathroom when a knocking sounded against her bedroom door. The alicorn stopped in her tracks and sighed. She wasn’t ready to be at Equestria’s beck and call just yet. With any luck, it’d be one of her friends.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Twily. I didn’t catch you asleep, did I?”

Twilight blinked. She certainly hadn’t been expecting her brother to still be there, but she wasn’t about to complain. She’d barely gotten a chance to spend time with him or Cadence during the party, and no amount of fatigue would stop her from doing so now.

Her horn flickered, and the door opened to reveal Shining Armor in all his Prince-Consort splendor. Given, the skewed party hat did take some of the gravitas out of his look, but Twilight thought it was an overall improvement. “Shining!” she exclaimed, trotting over to give him a hug. “I’m so glad you stopped by! I felt terrible that I got to see you and Cadence so little.” She pulled away hopefully. “Is she here too?”

He smiled wanly. “Nah, she and Flurry Heart left right after Raven Inkwell stole you away. She wanted to talk too, but,” he shrugged, “you know how it is with Flurry.”

Twilight giggled. “Sure do.” She levitated a pair of cushions from her tea table and flopped onto one. “So, how are you two?”

“We’re awesome, Twi,” he declared, grinning his dorky, easy grin. “With all the work you’ve been doing to make good relations, the Crystal Empire’s never been better. It’s been a lot of work to keep up, but the tourism business just keeps growing. There’s even been talk of building a big casino theme park.” He deadpanned slightly. “Never gonna happen, but it’s cool that ponies are talking about it.” His expression became somewhat more serious. “All that said, I was actually hoping to talk about something specific, if that’s alright.”

She frowned, but nodded. “Of course. What?”

“You,” he said seriously. “How are you, Twilight? Without the royal-speak.”

Twilight opened her mouth, but it was a moment before her speech caught up with her. “I’m terrified, Shiny. I still don’t feel ready to lead Equestria. I don’t know if I’ll ever feel ready.” She set her jaw. “But I’m ready to try.”

Shining Armor slowly smiled, pride written all over his face. “Look at you. My little bookworm sister, ruling Equestria.” He rose to his hooves. “I know you’re probably tired of hearing this, but I want you to know that I believe in you. Not just because you’ve saved Equestria like a hundred times, not just because you’ve defeated all the worst villains we’ve had for the last thousand or so years, and not just because you’ve helped make the world the most harmonious place it’s been since forever, even though those are all pretty crazy and awesome. I believe in you because I know what an amazing pony you are.” He moved in, nuzzling her gently. “You’ve got this, sis, and if you ever need me, just call, and I’ll come running.”

Twilight pulled him into a hug, trying not to cry as warmth bubbled wonderfully in her chest. She felt so safe in his embrace, so loved and protected and warm, and she didn’t want it to end. It was in moments like this when, just for a second, she could pretend they were even closer, and that it was okay that she wanted to share herself with him the way she did.

“I, uh, I also wanted to talk about you being attracted to me.”

Twilight could feel the blood drain from her face, and could swear she heard a record scratching to a halt as she opened her eyes. She drew back quickly, her face a portrait of shock. A million questions and as many fears raced through her mind, though one towered above all the others, rising high on wings of shame. He knows. . . Oh, sun and stars, he knows. . .

She nearly missed it as he said, “Twilight?” She blinked uncertainly as a firm, unyielding hoof pressed gently against her cheek. “Twilight!”

His face snapped back into focus at the shout. It was hard, but not angry so much as determined. “Twilight, listen to me,” he rapt out seriously. “You’re not a bad pony. Nopony thinks that you’re a bad pony, and don’t you dare let yourself believe that you’re a bad pony. Don’t you dare think that way. Do you understand?”

Twilight’s horror gave way to confusion. How could he. . . “What?”

Her brother let out an exasperated sigh and looked down. “I still don’t know if this was great timing for this, or the worst timing ever, but here we are.” He took a centering breath. “I know you’re attracted to me, Twilight. Cadence knows too, and neither of us are upset. Okay? Neither one of us.”

Twilight’s confusion remained, but shifted rather drastically. “You’re. . . You’re not?”

“No,” he assured, sounding relieved at a likely averted breakdown. “Not at all. Frankly, I’m sorry that I never saw it. Cadence had to point it out to me.”

“Cadence?” Twilight murmured, uncomprehending. “She’s not mad?”

“No, Twilight. Cadence isn’t mad. She’s the princess of love, remember? All types of love, and while even she would tell you this isn’t exactly normal as love goes, as long as it’s done the right way, she respects it.”

Still unable to fully wrap her brain around what was happening, Twilight mouthed silently for a moment before asking, “Right way?”

“No kids between family members, and no cheating,” he said succinctly. “As long as those things are taken care of, it doesn’t bother her.”

“But. . . But even then, you’re her husband! She’s your wife! How could she not care that I. . . feel that way about you?”

His expression became serious again, but the intensity of before was absent. “Cadence is the most important pony in the world to me, Twilight. She always will be, and she knows that.” He reached forward, wrapping a comforting hoof around her own. “Would you ever try to replace her as the most important pony in my life?”

“No!” she shouted, shaking her head violently. “No! I’d never want to come between you two! You’re perfect together! You have a foal together! I couldn’t live with myself if I messed that up for you two. I love you!”

His smile finally returned, warm and gentle and familiar. “And that right there, Twilight, is why we’re not upset. No matter how you feel, you’d never do anything if you thought it would break us apart.” He let go and swept his hoof out wide, inviting her to hug. “C’mere.”

As she pressed into him, she wept, but wasn’t fully sure why. One of her greatest, most secret shames had been laid bare, but. . . it didn’t hurt the way she thought it would. If anything, she felt better. It was almost as if a wound, buried deep and left to fester, had been opened up, and the pain was just the beginning of letting it heal.

She wasn’t sure how long she clung to him, enjoying his warmth, the comfort of his presence, but eventually the moment ended as he whispered, “Now, what would you do if you knew it wouldn’t mess anything up?”

Pressed against him, Twilight became suddenly aware of his scent. It was like the rest of him: warm, familiar, and most definitely masculent. Much as she tended to prefer mares (her Cadence fantasies nearly rivaled his own), she’d always had a proclivity for the smell stallions, and Shining’s personal aroma had always been her favorite.

“Uh. . .” she swallowed dryly. “What do you mean?”

He pulled away. His expression was one she’d never seen before. It almost looked sly, like his just-pulled-a-prank look, but more. . . alluring. “I mean, if you could do anything you wanted with me, right here, right now, what would it be?”

Twilight gaped like a fish out of water. “You. . . you’re not serious.”

“Oh, I’m a hundred percent serious,” he said plainly. “I wanted to come, but Cadence cinched it. She said, and I quote, “This is probably the scariest night of her entire life, Shining, and she needs somepony to comfort her, no matter what that means,” and she was right. As usual.” He suddenly gave her a faux nervous grin and added, “She also said she’d geld me if I was too harsh with you, so maybe let her know I was nice?”

Twilight stared at her brother for a long moment. “Let me get this straight. You and Cadence both know how I really feel about you, and in spite of that, Cadence told you to come here and comfort me, even if it meant. . . that?”

Shining sat and gave her a sidelong nod. “Pretty much.”

“Shiny,” she sighed, putting her head in her hooves. “I don’t want you to. . . do those kinds of things with me just because Cadence said you should, or because you feel like it would comfort me. That’s really, really-”

“Not why I’m offering,” he interrupted. “Cadence told me to be here for you, but I’m not doing it because she told me to. I’m doing it because she was right, and I’m not gonna let you face this crazy coronation thing alone. As for comforting you, that’s why I came. If you’d rather we just wrestled, or read comic books all night, great! We can do that. I only offered sex because I know you want it, and because I think we’d both enjoy it.”

Once again, Twilight felt her brain go into overload. She was a bit impressed that she hadn’t passed out yet. “Huh? But. . . Huh?”

“You sure are repeating yourself a lot tonight,” he teased, earning a sputter of protest from the princess. “Look, Twilight, tonight’s about making you feel good. I’m gonna have fun no matter what we do. If you want a good rutting, awesome, let’s do it. If not, awesome, let’s grab some popcorn and bad sci-fi movies. What would make you the happiest?”

Twilight was flummoxed. This sort of thing just. . . didn’t happen. Her eyes began wandering down his body, lingering on the muscles that his jacket only accented, and she blushed.

A chuckle brought her gaze back to his. He was wearing a knowing smirk as he nodded. “Alright. Sounds good to me. This’ll be a lot of fun.” His horn lit, and the jacket began to work itself loose.

Twilight gulped as her brother’s toned body became visible, bit by bit. He’d always been athletic, and she’d always admired that, but never in a setting like this.

As his chest became visible, a terrible sense of inadequacy came over Twilight. He was a perfect specimen as stallions went, and Cadence was beyond perfect and into divine territory. Compared to that, she was outright unattractive.

Before she could bury herself in the thought, a hoof on her cheek interrupted her. “Hey,” he said bluntly, “I know that look, and you need to stop that kind of thinking right now. I’m not about to sit here and let you cut yourself down because you don’t think you’re pretty.”

“But I-”

“Stop it,” he said flatly, shaking his head. “Do I need to come out and say it, Twilight, cause I will. You’re hot. You’ve done a lot of growing up since you moved to Ponyville, and I’ve definitely noticed. Take if from me, being a hero keeps you in good shape no matter how much time you spend reading. . . or, uh, not reading. Plus, you’ve got the alicorn beauty and grace coming in. I know it’s still pretty subtle, but it’s there. Finally, you’re freakin’ adorable. If someone brings up something you’re interested in, look out! You turn into the most upbeat, enthusiastic mare in Equestria.” He gave her a grin. “You’re pretty much the perfect cute nerd, and if you were just some mare I’d met at the marketplace, I’d definitely have a thought or two about what was under your tail.”

After another round of praise and another cloud of warmth expanding in her chest, Twilight could only look at him in hope and gratitude. “Really?”

His smile grew. “I guarantee it.” Taking the initiative, he tossed his jacket aside and stepped forward, pressing his lips to the mare’s and getting a shocked squeak in return. He held the kiss until he felt her return it, then held it a bit longer before pulling away.

Twilight was panting like a dog in the badlands, still not sure how all this had happened, but her brother’s next words made it difficult to care. Nipping at her ear, he purred, “Do you wanna show me, sis? Do you wanna show me what’s under your tail?”

Twilight spun as quickly as she could. It was a struggle. She was shaking so badly that her limbs threatened to give out beneath her. Before her turn was even complete, she felt a warm droplet fall against the inside of her legs. She was already soaked, and her brother was about to see it.

With a final push, she finished turning around and, gulping loudly, flagged her tail.

He didn’t disappoint. “Damn, Twi. Look how wet you are. Guess this was the right call, huh?” He hummed in approval. “Spread it a little. Give me a show.”

Twilight’s knees nearly gave, and she could barely focus enough to use magic, but she still had the wherewithal to light her horn, pulling one of her nether lips slightly aside.

This time he didn’t hum. He growled. Twilight had never heard him make such a sound, but the resulting shivers nearly made her collapse yet again. “Fuck. . . you look tight as Tartarus, Twi. This is gonna be awesome.” She heard him move forward as he added, “I can’t wait to fill you up, sis, but there’s one thing I’ve gotta do first.”

She was turning to look back when she felt the tongue run up her slit. That was all it took. One lick from her wonderful, perfect, sexy brother, and her whole body seized up in ecstasy. Her back arched, her wings shot open, and her vision went hazy as the orgasm roared through her like fire, burning in all the best ways.

As she sunk to her knees, she could hear him chuckle. “Already?” He scoffed good-naturedly. “Well you’re in for a long night, Twily. Here, let me clean that up for you.”

Her knee jerk worries about oversensitivity were groundless. He was very delicate, lapping her clean with a gentleness she would never have expected from the cavalier stallion. Of course, by the time she was “clean”, his ministrations had nearly driven her over the edge again, and she heard him sigh barely thirty seconds later, though it was difficult to make out over her own squeals. “You know if you keep going off like this, we’re never gonna get to the main event, right?”

“S-Sorry,” she gasped, trying in vain to stand up straight. “Just f-feels really good.”

On her fourth attempt, she managed to get her wobbly legs beneath her and turn around. The sight awaiting her nearly made her efforts pointless.

Shining stood there proudly, his smug grin smeared slightly by the fluids on his face. Beneath him, the dark length of his cock jutted out just as proudly. He held the pose for a moment before murmuring, “So how do you want to do it?”

Twilight didn’t respond at first, entranced by the image of Armor’s lance. It wasn’t her first time seeing it, of course. Growing up together, accidental walk-ins happened, and puberty had seen her sneak a few extra peeks as well, but now she didn’t have to sneak. Now she didn’t have to apologize. Now it was all hers, and a look was the least of the things she wanted.

“I-Is yours big? It looks big.”

The unicorn’s cheeks bulged, and he blew a massive raspberry which quickly devolved into laughter. When it subsided, rather than answer, he moved forward and pulled her into a kiss. She could taste herself as she melted into him, yielding to his invading tongue with a moan. His oral barrage was quick and thorough, and by the time he pulled away her legs were giving out again.

“How about this, Twily. I’ll let you decide if it’s big, but only once every inch is inside you. Sound fair?”

She moaned her agreement, sinking to the floor. Her legs had finally hit their limit and refused to support her anymore.

Shining frowned and bent down, placing a delicate kiss on her nose. She suddenly felt dizzy, weightless, and the voice that spoke wasn’t his. “Your legs are strong, Twilight. They’ll hold you for as long as you want them too.”

Twilight blinked hard, shaking her head slightly. Shining looked back at her, his concern vastly eclipsed by amusement. “Maybe that line was a bit much. You okay, sis?”

Her eyes immediately dropped to the fleshy shaft, and she began panting again. “I’m okay,” she answered, her voice rather higher than usual. “Really, really okay!”

He nodded. “Good.” As he took a step back, his eyes shut halfway, and his voice dropped seductively. “You want it?”

Her chest heaved as she nodded rapidly. “I want it. I want it more than anything.”

Her brother smirked and nodded at the ground in front of her. “Turn around.”

Twilight did as she was told, feeling pleasant jitters dance along every muscle in her body. At this point, she couldn’t stop her tail from flagging if she tried.

His snort sent a jolt of aroused anticipation through her. “Now bend over.”

Twilight’s body acted on autopilot, assuming the position she’d taken in so many secret, shameful fantasies. Her legs spread, her back arched, and front half drifted down. She felt as though she couldn’t quite catch her breath, but it didn’t feel like suffocating. Indeed, it felt more like she’d had too much salt, but without the dulled senses.

Every breath became a whimper of desperation as she felt his weight settle onto her hips. She looked back, and nearly came as her brother’s supple shaft slid along her belly, smearing a bead of pre into her coat. A new scent, more male and more him than ever invaded her nostrils, and she couldn’t stop the feral whinny from escaping her lips.

Twilight watched the flared head withdraw, and barely held in a scream when she felt it slide against her mound. She whined with every stroke, not wanting it to stop but craving more. Her brother obviously caught on, chuckling and moving even slower.

The princess tried to be patient, but it was a battle quickly lost. Shining was only five thrusts in when she screamed in frustration, taking hold of his cock in her magic and shouting, “Just rut me already!” before yanking forward, forcing him into her eager depths.

The world shattered like brittle glass, each shard outlined by blinding, blissful agony. Twilight could feel herself screaming, but couldn’t actually hear it, and stars burst before her tightly shut eyes. Her body quivered with distilled ecstasy for what felt like hours, but couldn’t have been more than a few seconds, and even as it dulled, it didn’t fade away, coming and going in spikes like the lines of a heart monitor. As her senses returned fully, she realized the cause.

Shining’s thrusts weren’t exactly slow, but they weren’t fast either. He lingered at the bottom of each thrust, allowing her a split second to savor being filled before withdrawing. She couldn’t really say whether it was a normal technique or not, but she could quite confidently say that she didn’t care either way. It was incredible.

He paused slightly, reaching a hoof down to massaged one of her teats as he grunted, “You with me again, Twily?”

She gasped, nodding between each thrust and whining, “Y-Yes! I’m with you.”

“Good.” He groaned and resumed his pace. “Ngh, fuck. . . you’re really tight, sis. Hah, gods. . . you feel so good.”

She cried out in bliss, trying pitifully to thrust against him. She couldn’t express in words how good it felt to have her brother’s powerful warmth inside her. All she could do was let him know that she wanted more. “D-Deeper! Please, Shiny, p-please go deeper!”

The stallion let out a strained chuckle. “Whatever you say, Twily.”

The ensuing time lost all meaning for Twilight as the world was condensed into a carnival of pure sensation. When she thought he’d hit the limits of his speed, he rutted her faster. When she was certain he couldn’t possibly put more power into his thrusts, he fucked her harder, and when she felt what must surely be the limit of his length, he took hold of her hips and thrust so strong and deep that she felt him kiss her womb.

Orgasms ceased to be things that had a beginning and an end. One would tumble into another, and just as that one started to peter out, a brush of the clit or nip on her ears would set off yet another. Slowly but surely, any remaining composure that the princess had was pounded to rubble beneath her brother’s relentless assault, and eventually she’d been reduced to soaked, boneless mess, unable to do anything but moan and drool as her face was pushed into the floor. It was probably the most incredible feeling of her life.

When Shining said her name, it took her several seconds to respond. “Huh?”

Her vision cleared to reveal he brother, soaked in sweat and panting like a marathoner, gritting his teeth as he slid out of her. “I said I’m close. Where do you want me to cum?”

“Inside!” she said, her voice weak but frantic. “Definitely inside!”

He nodded, giving her a weary smile. “I was hoping you’d say that. Before we finish, though, I was wondering if we could switch positions.”

It took the alicorn far longer to process his words than it should have, and she shook her head, genuinely trying to clear it as she replied, “I guess that’s okay. Why?”

She beamed at her. “You’ve been amazing, Twily. Your marehood feels spectacular, and watching you enjoy yourself like this made it even hotter. The only thing that could make this better was if we finished face to face. I want to see all that pleasure on your face when we cum together,” he winked, “because we will.”

In spite of her drooling, sweat soaked state, she blushed slightly. “I. . . I don’t know.”

“C’mon, Twi,” he said gently, brushing her cheek. “This has been wonderful, but you’re a beautiful mare, and getting to see how good you feel written all over your face would make it perfect.”

She scoffed quietly, but placed both hooves against his and hugged it to her face. She remained that way for a long moment before grinning and giving him a small nod. “Okay.”

Shining Armor beamed, stealing a kiss and hoisting on to her shoulder with a goofy, “Awesome!”

Twilight couldn’t help but giggle, which persisted as he tossed her gently onto the bed and climbed up after her. She distance between them shrunk as he slid over her, his warm length pressing against her stomach as he leaned in to kiss her again. “Thank you, sis.” With a final grin, he shifted his hips back, lined up, and gently pressed into her.

Twilight moaned, feeling her hips buck instinctively against the invader and driving it deeper. For his part, Shining groaned, gritting his teeth as he gradually began to speed up. “Fuck, Twi, I’m not gonna last long.” He withdrew. “You feel too good.”

With every thrust, her stallion quickened his pace slightly, punctuating each thrust with a praise. “Ah, Twilight, you’re so wonderful. So amazing. So sexy.”

He snorted through his teeth as we went faster.

“You were so good, so warm, so wet and soft and perfect-”

He pumped into her like a piston,

“every sound you made so cute and sexy-”

She could feel his rhythm beginning to break, shaking along with her body

“and we can do this again and again and again as much as you want-”

Deep inside, she could feel his tip flare, and his words were reduced to frantic gasps,

“because you’re perfect, Twilight, you’re the best sister I could ever have!”

Twilight felt warmth burst inside her, and the world went white. Time froze. For an instant that lasted an eternity, she wasn’t a pony, but a vessel for all the agony and ecstasy in the universe. Then, in a flash, the moment of oblivion passed, and pleasure in its rawest form exploded through every nerve in her body. She couldn’t see, she couldn’t hear, but the bliss raging through her more than made up for the loss.

Slowly, one degree at a time, the fiery ecstasy faded, leaving wonderful, leaden warmth in its place. Twilight smiled as cozy darkness tugged at her, and as she descended, a beautiful, familiar voice spoke a single phrase that followed her down.

“I love you, Twilight.”

***

Something was pulling at her mane. It didn’t hurt. In fact, it actually felt rather wonderful. It was soft, relaxing, and familiar, and that was enough to make Twilight open her eyes.

With a strained exhale, Twilight awoke. She felt like she’d just been through a Rainbow Dash double drill. Her whole body felt heavy and sore, though her backside felt especially abused. It was mitigated somewhat, as the thing brushing her mane made another pass, prying a coo from her lips.

“Ah. I’m sorry, Twilight. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

The sound of her wife’s voice woke the alicorn up a bit more. With a groan, she forced her head up, trying to make sense of where she was.

Her bedroom stretched out before her, seemingly viewed from her bed. There was a faint hint of jasmine and roses in the air, but it was almost entirely eclipsed by an almost cloying aroma of sweat and marecum. She looked down to find her sheets in utter, soaked disarray. Her brow furrowed. “What?”

As if in answer, the memories of the night came rushing back. Rarity’s Trick or Treat. Being pleasured into blissful surrender by her wife’s Nightmare. The warm, impossible ecstasy of her brother’s comfort, and then cock. That it had all happened in a single night seemed impossible, and the mere memories made her moan in exhausted euphoria.

A musical giggle sounded behind her, and the soft brush made another pass through her mane. “Just remembering what we did tonight, darling?”

“I think so. . . but it’s so much to take in. It doesn’t seem possible.” She rolled slightly to look at her lover. “Was all that real?”

Rarity smiled gently and gave her a sidelong nod. “It depends on what you mean by real, darling. They were all just fantasies.” She leaned in to kiss the larger mare’s cheek. “I just tried to make them as real as I could.”

Twilight gazed up at her in awe. She didn’t know what to say. Gratitude, affection, and wonder swirled in her chest, filling her with warmth that nearly made her cry. She beamed tiredly at Rarity for a long moment before taking the brush from the unicorn’s hoof and banishing it to the nightstand. “They were perfect, Rarity.”

Reaching forward, Twilight pulled her wife down, hugging the smaller mare to her chest and stretching her wings down to cover her completely. If she were going to enjoy such warmth, she wanted to share it. “Just like you.”

Cuddled into her, Rarity looked upward, her eyes shining. It was clear she felt the warmth too. “I love you, Twilight Sparkle.

“And I love you, Rarity Belle.”

With nothing more to say, the lovers nuzzled deeper into each other’s embrace, allowing joy to guide them down to sleep, ending Nightmare Night with the greatest treat of all.

Author's Note

Best. Nightmare Night. Ever. Of course, now that they know just what they've got their hooves on, what's next? What kind of fantasy could Twilight concoct to repay Rarity for such an incredible experience. Will we ever find out?

Your answer is hazy. Come back later.

As always, thanks in advance to anyone who points out spelling/grammar issues, and thank for reading!