A Night With Night

by Dj Br0n3

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Porn, Sex, Profanity, Random, Slice of Life, Original Character
Length: 2594

A circus performer and a backstage helper get together for a night of fun....

Ponies had been afraid of NightTerror for as long as he could remember. But tonight, something special makes it possible for him to be truly loved by a mare.

Published 2019-11-23 21:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-11-23 21:40:01 UTC

What a night!

Author's Note

I regret nothing

What a night!

It had been a long day at work, and NightTerror had at this point, finally been pushed beyond his limit. Ever since he had started working at the Traveling Pony Circus, ponies, zebras, and the animals alike had been afraid his unusual name, his stoic personality, and his dull coat and mane color combination.

His coat was a monotonous grey, seamlessly blended with his pitch black mane. His cutie mark was a pair of fangs, meaning his talent was taming wild animals such as lions and tigers. But everypony else just thought it meant he was a blood-sucking vampire. He always shrugged it off. He didn’t care what other ponies thought. He kept to himself as much as possible, and would only open up if his job demanded.

The sun was now beginning to slowly descend behind the mountains of Canterlot, which towered over the small town of Ponyville in which Night was currently residing. The traveling Pony Circus had been here for about a week, which was the maximum limit of how long it could stay in a single town or city at a time. After all, it wouldn’t be a traveling circus if it didn’t travel.

“Hey, um ...NT?” a female voice asked from behind him. NightTerror spun around in surprise. It was Tightrope, one ofthe, big surprise, tightrope walkers. She was wearing the regular uniform for the Wandering Walkers, the name of the tightrope walkers in the circus. The style was similar to that of the Wonderbolts, the flying wonders of Equestria, but somewhat different.

The Wonderbolts uniforms were full-body, skin-tight, breathable, one piece suits. The Wandering Walkers uniforms were more like cheerleader outfits, with a simple chest piece combined with a shameless skirt that extended out to her flank. Her mane was tied into a ponytail to prevent it from getting into her eyes while she was balancing. And even if she did fall, there were always pegasi on guard to make sure nopony got hurt. That was why Night was there. That was why he had had enough. The ringleader had the Walkers perfecting a new routine today…...that they had just learned. There was going to be an early morning show that would happen right before the Circus left town. Everypony in Ponyville was going to be there, which made it imperative that there be no screw-ups.

“Hi?” Night asked inquisitively, as he was instinctively suspicious of anyone making social contact with him, even if he had been working with the pony for many years. “I was wondering…” Tightrope started, pawing her white hoof at the ground. She looked embarrassed. She was hiding her face behind her white and pale blue mane. Her unicorn magic had undone the hairband that kept her mane behind her head, letting it fall onto her face. “You know that I’m not afraid of you ……...right?”

Not afraid? Of him? What would change her from being the pony that hid behind the nearest thing to get away from him, to not being afraid? What was she up to? This wasn’t normal, and in Equestria, abnormality was usually something bad. But he decided to play along.

“Not afraid? Why? I mean it’s not like you should be afraid, but everyone else is, so how come you aren’t?” he said as she walked closer to him. So close in fact, that he could smell her perfume. It smelled natural, as if it were made from flowers, but it wasn’t a light flowery scent, it was too strong.

“I realize that you couldn’t help the fact that your name is NightTerror, or that your cutie mark is a pair of fangs, or that……” Night stopped listening for a while because he was too focused on Tightrope’s perfume. It was almost overpowering. It took him longer than he would have preferred to realize that the scent wasn’t on Tightrope, but rather Tightrope herself!

‘Oh no,’ Night thought to himself, now understanding the situation he was in. “Hey Tightrope?” he asked carefully, interrupting her tangent run of words. “Yeah?” she asked back, curious. “Are you in heat?”

Tightrope’s face had completely changed color. Her normally pale white face was now flooded with a sea of red. She had also lost her tongue. She stood there for many seconds without uttering a word. The reluctance of her answer could be heard in her voice when she finally did answer. “.......Yes……..”

‘I knew it.’ Night thought, trying to resist the overwhelming scent in the air that was emanating from the mare in front of him. He now knew what the scent was, and it was stealing his self-control.

He found himself slowly walking towards Tightrope, who flinched in concern, but otherwise stood still. Night advanced until he could feel Tightrope’s breath on his face. “You smell really nice,” he said softly, unaware that his nose was not the only thing that found her smell pleasing. It took him a moment to realize that his sword was coming out of its sheath. He instantly blushed but hid his embarrassment by locking his lips with Tightrope’s. Her eyes widened to impressive sizes, but she did not resist.

Night drew away from Tightrope, now feeling even more embarrassed. ‘Why the fuck did I just do that?!’ he mentally yelled at himself. Even though Tightrope’s horn hadn’t glowed once, Night could swear she had cast a spell on him, in addition to his loins. “No, don’t,” Tightrope muttered, loud enough for Night to hear. “Don’t go. Please,” she begged. As he stared into her eyes, those amber eyes that were pleading for him to stay.

This time, Tightrope was the one to lean in to kiss NightTerror, which meant it was his turn to be surprised. He tried to back up to escape her, but she threw her hooves around him, capturing him in her embrace. The sudden feeling of her touch made the warmth between his legs grow warmer. He couldn’t resist any longer. He also threw his hooves around her, closed his eyes, and kissed her passionately.

After a few minutes of kissing, NightTerror finally drew away from Tightrope. Night wasn’t even sure if the affection was really Tightrope, or if the need to be held in a stallion’s embrace was because of her hormones. Looking into her eyes, he could see what she was asking for, as well as the sincerity of her pleading. There was no doubt in his mind now. Tightrope wanted to be fucked.

“NT, I want you to know I really do love you, and this isn’t just because I’m in hear,” Tightrope explained as she let go of Night, turned around, and bent over. Now, Night smelled yet another scent. This one coming straight from Tightrope’s rear. “Like what you see?” she asked. He did. He both liked the sight and smell. The light blue fabric that separated Tight’s flank from Night was drenched in what smelled like an even stronger variant of what he had been smelling ever since she entered the room.

“Yessss……….” he said in a daze, mesmerized by the smell of Tight’s panties. “Then have a closer look!” Tight exclaimed suddenly, pushing her flank back onto Night’s face. Night didn’t have time to react, and before he knew it, he was on his back with Tight on top of him with her face suddenly at his crotch. He suddenly remembered he wasn’t wearing any pants.

Tightrope grinned like a Wolf about to catch it’s prey as she stared at NightTerror’s stallionhood. She stuck out her tongue and began licking along the length of his shaft. Night did nothing to stop her as she started coating the base with her saliva, slowly reaching the tip. Closing her eyes, she licked up and down his shaft, much to his delight.

She repeated the motion several times, licking up and down his shaft until the entire rod was coated with a thick layer of her saliva. After a while, she stopped, much to Night’s dismay. Tight looked back at Night, who had still not understood the implication she was making with her hips. “Did you like that?” she asked him. He gave his response with a soft moan, which gave her underlying permission to continue. “Then you’re going to love this.”

Night didn’t know much of what she was saying anymore. He had shifted his focus back to what she had been doing. But this time, she- HELLO!

His thoughts trailed off again, and he looked back to his crotch. Tight had now started enveloping his cock with the walls of her mouth. For an embarrassingly middle-aged virgin, this was unlike anything Night had ever felt before. As Tight slowly went down on his shaft, Night could swear Tight’s panties were getting wetter and wetter by the second.

Seeming to realize Night hadn’t figured out what she wanted him to do to her, she pulled her head up and took Night’s cock out of her mouth. As she pulled the tip out of her mouth, pre-cum leaked from it. Night reflexively bucked his hips upward, hoping to regain the sensation of being in the mare’s mouth. Tight grinned at the hopeless gesture.

“You’re not getting any pussy until you start licking mine,” she said simply. His already hard member leaked more pre-cum. The stallion was on edge. With every second that Tight restricted her lust, Night’s became more and more unbearable. So much in fact, that he started again to buck his hips to try to forcefully re-enter Tight’s mouth. It was hopeless. She had positioned herself so that her mouth was just out of reach of Night’s cock. It irritated him how much she was toying with him. Tight saw the desperation and decided to halt her torture on the pent-up stallion.

“You want me to make you cum?” Tight asked playfully. Night’s groans of pleading were answer enough, but he still hadn’t done his job. Luckily enough, the stallion finally realized the heavy implication Tight was making. He leaned forward, bit the edge of Tight’s panties, and pulled down.

Night had already gotten a taste of what Tight was, and that was only from her soaked underwear. But now that he had a perfect view of her marehood, he could not resist to start licking. Before hid did, Tight finally went back to work with his shaft, bringing the entire thing into her mouth and licking the underside of with her tongue as the walls of her moth covered the rest of the rod.

Night decided it was time he repaid her for all she was doing. He leaned into Tight’s crotch, opened his mouth, and started licking. The moment Night’s tongue made contact with Tight’s pussy, she moaned around his cock, making him shudder with delight. The taste of Tight’s marehood was unlike anything else Night had ever had the pleasure of tasting. He soon found himself furiously licking Tight’s pussy, hoping to never lose the amazing taste of the nectar that dripped out of her delicate flower. Daring a few times to even dig his tongue straight into her, which rewarded him with the inner walls of her pussy clenching around it, making him moan straight into her crotch.

While all of that was happening on his face, Tight had rapidly increased the speed at which she was now deep-throating Night’s stallionhood. Whenever she went down, her nose would tap Night’s balls, and consequently, the tip of his dick would touch the back of her throat. Never before had Night felt such a thing in his life. An orgasm had been building in Night since Tight first put his dick in her mouth. And now, he could his pent up load no more.

With a moan into Tight’s crotch, Night unleashed hot, sticky seed straight into Tight’s throat. His cock twitched and throbbed as it erupted with cum while Tight moaned in pleasure before she swallowed every bit of spunk she could coax out of his dick.

After a few moments, his orgasm died down, leaving him gasping for breath, breathing heavily onto Tight’s winking marehood. Pulling Night’s cock out of her throat, she let it soften from the glorious afterglow he was experiencing. “That was amazing……” he said quietly. Tight waited silently before whispering back. “Then why don’t we take it a step further?”

Before Night could agree or refuse, Tight used her unicorn magic to turn Night around so the two of them were face to face. Without a second warning, Tight brought her hips down quickly. The next few seconds were pure heaven for Night. His cock was now enveloped in something even better than Tight’s mouth; her pussy. It took him even longer to realize that he was no longer a virgin than it did to realize what his loins were telling him; “Fuck her.” Instead of being able to thrust his hips upward, Tight did the job for him by rising up until only the tip of his stallionhood was inside her, and then suddenly pushing herself back down, hilting Night’s cock completely.

Night was lost in pure bliss by now. He could not even utter complete sentences as Tightrope increased her speed. “Oh…….my…….god…” was all he could bring himself to say, and even then, the words were interrupted by either his moans of joy, or Tight’s moans of bliss. One thought that crossed Night’s mind was, ‘Tight sure is tight,’ and not just to make a joke. Tight’s marehood had clenched itself around his cock the moment he entered her. The amount of marecum lining the walls of her pussy helped both with the ease of Tight fucking herself on Night’s cock, and also making Night feel even better being inside her.

The both of them were slowly but strongly building their orgasms. Night couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted his sweet release. He wanted to cum inside her delicate flower. To pollinate her egg with his seed. As if reading his thoughts, Tight asked with lust, “You need to bust your nut?” to which he nodded his head rapidly. “Then go right ahead! Fill me with your delicious cum!”

Finally, she hilted herself one last time, and pushed Night beyond his limit. Overhearing the blood rushing in his head, he moaned loudly as his cock twitched again, his balls retracting, ans his load making it’s way up his rod and into Tight’s pussy. Again and again he unloaded his seed, each one like the strike of thunder, striking violently before subduing, but then quickly building and bursting once more.

At the same time, Tight had also released her pent up lust with an orgasm of her own. Clasping her vaginal muscles around Night’s cock as much as possible, she yelled in delight as she gave his stallionhood yet another coating of her nectar. After many moments of the both of them yelling from their orgasms, they finally quieted.

After many minutes of hugging in each other’s embrace, Night hadn’t realized that he hadn’t pulled out of Tight. He tried to pull away, but she held him tight. “That was so much fun. I love you NightTerror.” Without any other thought, he replied the same. “I love you too Tightrope.” The two of them locked lips in genuine passion, let the dreariness of afterglow and sleep deprivation consume them, and drifted off to Luna’s dreamland.