It was a splendid day in Canterlot, and Twilight couldn't have been happier, walking among the singing birds and blooming flowers of the Royal Canterlot Gardens. Of course, what really made the whole thing so wonderful was that she was walking hand-in-hand with Flash, her fingers tingling where she touched his and her tail swishing playfully under her skirt. The decorative hedges and the impressive statues – some of which she knew weren't originally made of stone – passed by in a rosy blur. What mattered was being together. Flash Sentry just seemed to be meant for her, and never mind that he sometimes reminded her a lot of her brother. That had nothing to do with why she liked him so much.
Flash squeezed her hand just a little bit tighter for a moment. “Are you sure you're ready?”
“Mm-hm.” She nudged a little closer to him so their shoulders bumped together for a moment. “It's the whole reason we made this trip to Canterlot in the first place, isn't it?”
“I just mean, it's a really big step and all, and you shouldn't feel like you have to do it just for me. I don't mind if—”
“Oh come on!” Twilight stopped walking and turned him sideways so she could look him in the eyes. “You showed me off to your family when we'd barely been dating for a week! And now it's been, what, almost a year? It's crazy that my parents still don't know about you.”
He glanced away, not able to meet her gaze. “I know, but are you doing this because you want to, or just because you feel like you should?”
For a moment, Twilight thought back to last night ... and really, the weeks leading up to it. She'd been so nervous about this – without even knowing why – that she'd barely been able to sleep. But now ... now it felt right. It would be a big new step in their relationship, and instead of making her break into cold sweats, it only brought a deep warmth somewhere down inside her. Warm and a little bit tingly and...
Biting her lip a little and darting closer before he could object, she reached around behind him, grabbing a nice big meaty handful of his ass through his trousers.
His tail flicked against her hand. “Twi! We're... We're out in public here!”
She didn't let go. Even though he worked out as much as any of the other guards, Flash had no business having such a tight round ass. She just couldn't get enough off it.
“Twi!” he said again.
“Come on, there's hardly anypony else out here today.” She leaned slightly upward, kissing him. She was tall for a mare, especially since her alicorn-induced growth spurts, but he was still slightly taller. And she loved the feeling of tilting her head up slightly, melting into the kiss with him.
Even though he returned the kiss eagerly and heatedly enough, even though he grabbed her hips and pulled her close ... when their lips parted and they just rubbed their muzzles together, he quietly said, “But there's still some ponies out here.”
She slid her other hand between them, running it up and down the front of his pants until she found the wonderful bulge there ... already growing nicely. Blatantly, she grabbed his stiffening cock through his pants.
When one of his hands slid up from her hips, his thumb sliding up under her blouse along her toned belly, Twilight knew she had him. She let go of his cock for a moment in order to grab his wrist instead, pulling his other hand down under her skirt, then up...
He gasped when his fingers touched the soft little bump in her panties where they stretched around her pussy lips. When he began rubbing her there, she realized she'd gotten even wetter than she thought. These panties were soaked. She'd have to choose between going back to the guest suite at the castle to get a fresh pair or just going without for the rest of the day after this...
But for now... She stretched up as high as she could on the tips of her hooves and whispered into his ear, “Come on, let's find a little alcove somewhere...”
* * *
Finding somewhere to hide hadn't been difficult. The Royal Canterlot Gardens were practically designed for this kind of thing. In no time at all, they'd found a secluded little alcove surrounded by tall and fragrant rose bush hedges that featured a stone bench in the center of it, covered by an arched bower with even more fragrant jasmine vines.
Twilight gleefully turned Flash around and pushed him down on the bench.
He winced at first, but when he landed softly on the bench and even bounced slightly, he looked up at her in surprise, running his hands along its surface. “Woah. I could have sworn this thing was made of marble. But it's actually nice and soft.”
“It is marble,” Twilight said, full of the smug satisfaction of knowing something that somepony else didn't. “It's just under a partially deactivated transmogrification enchantment that decouples its molecular structure from its material properties.”
Flash stared up at her for a long moment, his face blank. Eventually, he shook his head. “Crazy unicorn stuff.”
Sniggering a little to herself, Twilight turned around and sat down on his lap – making sure to lift her tail and her skirt along with it, so that it would just be her panties against the front of his trousers. “You know you love crazy unicorn stuff.”
He ran his hands down her folded wings before sliding them around to the front along her belly. “And especially crazy alicorn stuff.”
Twilight leaned back against him, just far enough that he could get his head over her shoulder and give her a sideways kiss, briefly touching their tongues together. The bulge in his pants had shrunk a little as they searched for a convenient alcove, but it was quickly reviving now that she was rubbing her ass all over it ... and especially as he ran his hands up her blouse, squeezing her modest breasts through the soft fabric. She hadn't worn a bra of any sort, and he had to be feeling that. And while he kept one hand busy touching her through the blouse, his other hand moved over and started working at the buttons.
Reaching behind herself, she ran her hands down his body, feeling his abs through his plain white shirt, lower and lower ... but she couldn't quite reach all the way down in this position. She'd have to do something about that.
She had to get up and leave him for a moment in order to do it. His hands slid down over her body as her chest came up out of his reach. But when she turned around, she was already undoing the rest of the buttons. By the time she got back on his lap – straddling him and facing him this time – she'd gotten her blouse completely unbuttoned, hanging in two separate pieces in front of her.
Flash was quick to slide his hands up under her blouse, cupping each of her tits and gently squeezing just the way he knew she enjoyed, then teasing her nipples between his fingers. She kissed him again, so fervently that it made their other kisses so far seem chaste. Desperate for him, desperate for the feeling of his tongue against hers, she wrapped her hands around the back of his head, running her fingers through his mane. Her hips rocked back and forth, rubbing her soaked panties all over the front of his trousers. She was probably leaving noticeable stains there ... and she didn't care. She wanted him. Oh how much she wanted him right now!
Despite how close they were, despite Flash's hands in the way playing with her tits, she managed to squeeze one hand down in between them, fumbling for the button on his pants, then the zipper. A moment later, she had him. The unmistakable warm, firm feeling of a cock filling her hand. Flash's cock. Breaking the desperate kiss for a moment, she looked him in the eye, panting and flushed.
He knew what that look meant, and this time he didn't look away. Leaving her breasts for a moment, he slid his hands down, then up under her skirt, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her panties, getting ready to—
“I say, my dear, is that jasmine I smell? Do you think it's blooming already?”
“Well, it has been quite a warm spring this year. It's certainly possible.”
For one heart-freezing moment both Twilight and Flash stayed perfectly still and stunned. Then they rushed into motion. Twilight hopped off of Flash's lap, sitting down next to him and desperately fumbling for her blouse buttons. Flash had to tuck his tip under his shirt and barely managed to button his pants, completely ignoring the zipper. Scarcely getting most of the buttons fastened – and not in the correct holes – Twilight hastily crossed her legs, hiding her soaked-through pink panties.
And just in time. Before she could even run her fingers through her mane or catch her breath, a couple Canterlot nobles came around the bend in the hedge maze.
“Oh, and just look at this!” the dark grey stallion said, taking the monocle away from his eye for a better look. “It's Princess Twilight Sparkle! Wasn't I just telling you how you never know who you'll run into out here?”
“Quite.” The mare – a tall and slender blue unicorn – gave Twilight and Flash a knowing look and a coy little wave. “But we shouldn't intrude, don't you think?”
“Oh, um...” The stallion's eyes darted over both of them, finally seeming to take in their disheveled appearance and hastily refastened clothing.
“Ever so nice meeting you, Princess.” The mare smiled sweetly and tugged on her stallion's hand, already beginning to turn away.
The stallion's eyes lingered on Twilight before he finally allowed his mare to pull him away. “Yes, um, quite so, quite so.”
“The pleasure's all mine,” Twilight said ... almost automatically. Her royal etiquette lessons were taking hold pretty firmly these days.
As the couple disappeared again, Flash's arm came around Twilight's waist, holding her and pulling her close, even though both of them were breathing heavy as if they'd just run a race. “That was close,” he whispered.
Still staring at where the nobles had disappeared around the bend in the path, Twilight slid her hand down over Flash's body, closing it over his tip through his shirt. She licked her lips. “You're still hard.”
He slid one hand up her thigh, parting her legs slightly as he pressed higher. “And you're still—”
Twilight kissed him again, preventing him from finishing whatever silly thing he'd been about to say. Instead of making quips, he could tell her what he really meant to say ... in the language of hot lips against her desperate muzzle. She twisted around, never breaking the kiss, to straddle his lap again, and she didn't even break the kiss as she reached down and unbuttoned his pants.
She did have to pull away from his lips as she began to slide down his body, though, lasciviously kissing every bit of him along her way down.
And of course Flash knew what she meant to do. “Are you sure, Twi? Out here in the open?”
Pausing with her lips on his shirt just above his belly button she looked up into his eyes, giving him the best 'I want it now' look she could manage.
“But what if somepony—?”
Her mouth against his warm tip shut him up instantly. Twilight was rapidly getting past the point where she cared about anypony seeing them. More and more, she was feeling full of hot joy at the thought of making her relationship with Flash official. Meeting the parents meant that. And it meant that she'd be keeping him as long as she wanted. She'd be keeping this! Slowly and luxuriantly, she stroked her fingertips down the slightly curved length of his cock, reveling in the firm contours of it and the deep abiding warmth coming from inside.
Every time she touched him, she remembered their first furtive time hidden away in the dark in the back of the Ponyville theater. Her status had afforded them one of the only two private balcony booths in the back. And even though he was officially only a personal bodyguard at that point, they'd made excellent use of that privacy.
And now, even without much privacy, Twilight didn't care. She was ready for the world to know. Let passers-by see her kneeling down here between Flash's outspread legs! Let them see!
Flash shuddered and groaned as she ran her tongue up and down his length, as she hugged it against her cheek, as she reached down into his pants and traced her fingers over the brimming curves of his balls. And Twilight smiled to herself, knowing that was only the beginning, only a hint of what she could give him.
After all, she'd been practicing.
At first, Flash just ran his fingers through her mane and smiled in his innocent way down at her while she stretched her mouth open around his tip. But when she began to plunge down, down, and down, his jaw dropped and he gasped. “T-Twi!”
Focused on her task, Twilight ignored him. All that mattered was bobbing her head on that lovely warm cock of his up and down and down. His tip slid into her throat, and unlike other times in the past, she didn't choke or gag. Not in the slightest. Her eyes rolled up into her head a little as she felt it stretching her throat open on its way down.
She couldn't make it quite all the way down. He was a little bit bigger than the toy she'd been practicing with. But when she heard flash half speaking, half moaning, “Holy fuck, Twilight... That feels, that feels... How did you learn to...?” she knew it didn't matter. All that mattered was the way his cock twitched harder inside her, the way his hand trembled as he stroked his fingers over her cheek, and the way his legs stiffened.
Giving herself over to it, Twilight bobbed her head eagerly on his cock, following the suggestive motion of his other hand on her horn. She willingly let him fuck her throat, awash in the satisfaction of pleasing him in a way few mares could. She'd give him a treat for being so patient with her, for letting himself be kept as a dirty little secret of hers for far too long. With one hand, she stroked the little bit of his length she hadn't been able to fit ... and she slipped her other hand down the front of her panties, teasing her clit through the gooey sheen of her own slick juices.
Soon, though, it couldn't go on any longer. Flash's tip swelled deep inside her throat, flaring out wide as he got closer and closer. The toy she'd practiced with hadn't done that! It was too much! Choking, she finally yanked her head up off of his cock. His tip – swollen more than twice as wide as the rest of his cock – popped free from her lips with a struggle and a wet plop.
“Oh Twilight,” Flash said, his chest heaving. “I'm ... I'm so...”
Twilight stared at that flared tip, at the little bead of pre-cum seeping up out of it. And even though she knew she shouldn't, she knew she needed to. Something deep inside of her burned for exactly that. Her hands were pulling her panties down her legs before she even realized it ... but even when she did realize it, she didn't stop herself. Goddess, she wanted this so badly!
“Twi!” Flash said, his breath catching in his throat as she climbed back up onto his lap again. “I... I didn't bring a condom!”
She pressed one finger against his lips, and with her other hand, she pulled his swollen and spit-slick tip up against her pussy. “Sssh... We'll pull out, just this once.” Her skirt fanned out around his lap, hiding what they were doing from anyone who might pass by.
“But I'm already—”
“I need this, Flash.” She pressed herself down on him. At first the huge flat bulge of his tip just smashed against her pussy lips. But slowly, gradually, they spread open, coating him in even more slippery juices as they did. His tip squeezed down, and her entrance stretched ... and pop – with a shocking suddenness, he was inside her.
A jolt ran through Twilight's whole body. This heat, this firmness, this fullness inside her ... yes! This was exactly what her body had been craving, just what she'd needed. Both of them moaned, their muzzles tenderly rubbing against one another's, as she slid the rest of the way down his shaft in one smooth, slick motion. His cock seemed to swell into her more than it ever had before, the heat of it blooming inside her and spreading much farther than his actual cock could reach. Her whole body seemed full of it, and yet she was keenly aware of the delicious feeling: his bare cock hotly sliding along her inner walls, her pussy lips pressing against his sheath, his broadly flared tip coming to rest right up against her greedy womb.
It didn't stay at rest for long, though. As she began rocking her hips on top of him, stirring the heat inside her with his shaft, it moved and rocked along in time inside her. And every little motion was an ecstasy. It made Twilight's whole body tingle, made her fur stand on end. She held the back of his neck with one hand, twining her fingers into his mane, and with her other hand, she touched her own belly through her hastily buttoned blouse. She could just imagine him inside there, that wonderful big cock of his ... and it felt even bigger as her pussy clenched down around it, quickly drawing closer and closer to—
“We...” Flash struggled to breathe through clenched teeth. His whole body was strained stiff as stone. “... have to pull ... out!” He gasped again. “Can't ... hold it...”
“Don't! I'm so close! Don't stop!” Twilight shouted, heedless of who might overhear. She rocked herself faster and faster on his lap, her whole body straining toward that magical release.
With one last desperate moan, Flash threw his head back, staring up at the sky. His cock pulsed, throbbing inside of her, and the gooey wet heat of his cum surged deep inside of her again and again.
Twilight froze in place, pressing herself as firmly against him as she possibly could, his cock as deeply inside her as it could possibly go. A new kind of fullness – a new kind of warmth – filled her, deep deep inside. Every thick stream gushing into her nudged her just a bit closer, until finally... Finally, she too burst, suddenly hunching over and pressing her face against Flash's chest. The warmth pooling deep inside her seemed to explode outward in waves, propelled along by the rhythmic squeezing of her pussy around his shaft. It filled her completely until she thought she must be surging fire from her fingertips, filled horn to hooves with the glowing, sparkling heat that poured into her again and again.
She felt his hand stroking along the back of her neck, and as she trembled through the last little bits of her orgasm, she looked up. He was looking back at her, right into her eyes, connecting with her even more deeply than either of their orgasms had been able to touch.
There was no thought. It was just instinctual. Leaning toward him a little, she kissed him. A slow, deep kiss, not frantic and needy like before. This was a way to thank him ... a way of showing him how deeply, impossibly satisfied she felt.
That slow kiss lasted a long time ... long enough for Flash's cock to soften inside her and eventually fall out as it retreated back into his sheath.
Twilight felt the warm surge that followed under her skirt almost as much as he surely did. Both of them rushed to get up ... but it was too late. A huge sticky-white stain was slowly soaking into his trousers.
She looked down at herself. She might be able to smooth down her skirt, straighten her hair, and work the wrinkles out of her blouse ... but there would be no hiding the tell-tale mix of juices and cum soaking into the fur of her thighs, already working its way far down below where her short ruffled skirt could possibly cover.
Flash didn't even bother buttoning his pants back up. He sat there, legs outspread, his still-bulging sheath and cum-spattered balls out in the open for anypony to see. “Well, crap...” He looked up at her. “I'm sorry – I didn't mean—”
“It's okay,” Twilight said before he could even finish his apology. “I'm sure it will all wash out, and I can just teleport us back to the guest suite. Nopony will see us, and we can get all fresh clothes – and maybe a shower, too – before we go visit my parents.”
Flash gestured vaguely toward her body. “No I mean, um... I...” He gulped. “I came inside.”
Feeling her cheeks heat a little bit, Twilight touched herself down low on her belly. She could still feel it in there, all gooey and sloshy. Her whole insides felt like they were made of hot, soft butter. “It's... I'm sure it will probably be okay, just this once. What are the odds that the very first time would do it?”
“Still, um... Let's get a test crystal, just in case, okay?”
Twilight smiled. “I actually know the spell to make one. Come on. Button up your pants, and I'll teleport us back to our room.”
* * *
Once again, Twilight walked hand-in-hand with Flash ... this time down Canterlot's busy Market Street, on their way down to their parents house. Despite feeling fresh from her shower and prim from the crisp new clothes she'd changed into, the gooey warmth deep inside her remained.
In her other hand, she held the crystal that told her the reason for that abiding warmth. When she'd first made the pregnancy test crystal, it had been perfectly clear. If she'd touched it against her belly and it turned opaque white, that would have meant that she and Flash had gotten away with it. But it didn't. It turned pink. She was pregnant ... with a filly.
Flash had taken it well, all things considered. The moment he'd seen the crystal turn pink, he'd just kissed her, deeply and passionately.
Remembering that, Twilight leaned over and gave him a little warm peck on the cheek, even as they walked through the crowded street.
“Aren't you worried somepony will see?” he asked.
“Let them.” She smiled like a cat who'd just drank a whole bottle of cream.
“And, well, you're sure you're ready to tell your parents about this? About all of this?”
Her smile grew brighter and lighter. “Uh-huh! They loved it when they found out my brother and Cadance were having a baby. I'm sure they'll be excited to hear about ours, even if it is kind of a big surprise to drop on them all at once.”
“Wait...” His pace slowed. “Your brother is married to Cadance?”
“Uh-huh. I thought you knew that. Why's it important, anyway?” She looked over at him quizzically.
“I... I don't quite remember. My mom said something about Cadance being a distant relative of mine now.” He shook his head. “I guess I wasn't really paying attention. At that point, I was already set to transfer out of Cadance's personal guard anyway, so it didn't seem important.”
Twilight smiled and shrugged. “Well that's neat! I can't wait to introduce you to her!”
“I was on her personal guard detail for years. We've met.”
“You know what I mean!” She punched him playfully in the arm. “Come on, we're almost there – it's that house down at the corner!”
Flash froze in his steps. “Your parents live there?”
“Uh-huh!” When he still didn't follow, she looked back at him. “What's wrong?”
“Uh... n-nothing...” Walking as if in a daze, he let Twilight drag him into the house, leading him by the hand.
She walked right in without knocking, as she was accustomed to doing. Even though she hadn't lived here since she was a filly, she still thought of it as her home as much as her parents' home. And by the time the door closed behind flash, Twilight Velvet was already coming down the stairs.
“Twilight!” she said with a huge smile. “It's so good to see you!” She crossed the room in only a few hoofbeats, rushing up to give Twilight a huge hug. “I'm so glad you came!”
“Um ... hi, Missus Velvet,” Flash said, rubbing the back of his mane with one hand.
That seemed to make Mom finally notice him. “Oh!” she said in genuine shock ... then her expression darkened and she pulled away from her hug. “And you brought him...”
Twilight looked between the two of them for a moment, at the sour little frown on her mom's face and the ashen grim expression on Flash's. “Um ... do you two know each other?”
Before Mom could answer, Dad came bounding down the stairs. He ran straight over to Twilight just like Mom had. “Twilight! My favorite filly! You finally took me up on that invitation, hm?”
Twilight hugged him back, and almost before the hug ended – before she could lose her nerve – she said, “Hey Dad, Mom... There's a little something I've been wanting to tell you. Some really good news. A couple somethings actually...” Her cheeks heated a bit as she thought of just how to tell them ... especially about the crystal hidden in her hand.
But Dad wasn't done yet, apparently. As soon as he'd pulled away from her, he went right over to Flash and hugged him just as warmly. “Hey, my boy – how's it going? I haven't seen you in ages!”
Twilight's jaw dropped. “What? How is he 'your boy'?”
Mom snorted derisively and rolled her eyes.
With a wry expression, Dad backed up a little and shook his head slowly. “Well, um... I don't like to talk about it much because it upsets your mother.” He glanced over at her. She'd crossed her arms over her chest and looked away, but didn't seem likely to interrupt, so he kept going. “But I guess you deserve to know.”
“Know what?” Twilight eyed her dad suspiciously.
“Before I met Twilight Velvet – a long time before – I was with another mare. Sunset Glow. We ended up separating for personal reasons. Not my choice, and she went on to have a whole other family too. She’s had a couple kids after me, a filly and a colt, I think. Named the filly after herself, of course. That’s the kind of mare she is. But the important thing is by the time we separated, Glow and I already had one foal. And, well ... that was Flash here!” Dad gave Flash another winning smile. “And as much as I'm sure your mother would like me to, I won't say that I regret it. Flash was a great colt ... and now he's a great stallion! I'm so glad the two of you met each other. Really, what are the chances?”
Twilight felt herself going numb. Her mouth hung open. No... No, this couldn't be right. No way this was possible!
Dad smiled at her. “So, Twilight? What's the great news?”
Twilight glanced over at Flash. He glanced back over at her. She could see the same panic and worry she felt reflected back at her. With a trembling hand, she reached down and touched her own belly. Flash hid his face behind his hands, sucking in deep breaths through the gap between his fingers.
She gulped and bit her lip. Both of her parents were staring at her now, desperate to hear it. She had to tell them sooner or later... “Okay, well, um... First of all, I really wish I'd known that a little bit sooner...”
Mom's eyes went wide, her mouth dropping open in horror. “Oh Goddess! You didn't! Please tell me you didn't!”
Awkwardly, Flash rested his arm over Twilight's shoulders. “Yeah, um... We didn't know. And we've been kind of, um ... dating.”
“And Dad,” Twilight said, forcing herself to spit it out before she could come up with excuses for why she shouldn't. “Well... You're about to be a grandpa.”
His face lit up into a huge smile. “Really?” The bad news didn't seem to have gotten through to him yet. He excitedly held his hands together in front of his chest, then pointed rapidly back and forth between the two of them. “A new grandfoal!” Still, he glanced back and forth between them. “Which one?” There was just the slightest hint of manic denial in his eyes ... a little bit of trembling at the edge of his smile.
Twilight sighed. “Both of us.”
His jaw dropped open, and he let out an incoherent little squeak. “Two new grandfoals? Oh my gosh! I can't believe it! This is so wonderful!”
Wincing, Twilight shut her eyes, but she forced herself to say it. “No, Dad... Just one. She's, um... She's going to be a girl.”
For a long moment, he stood there, staring at both of him, his eyes oddly unfocused and his face still frozen just the way it had been. Eventually, he mumbled out, “Wait... Did you two say you were ... dating?”
A long moment of silence passed. Twilight nodded slightly.
“As in dating ... each other?”
With a resigned frown, she nodded again.
“So...?” With wide, trembling eyes, he pointed at Flash, then over at Twilight ... then looked up at her with a desperate, inquisitive stare.
Holding each other close, Twilight and Flash gave each other one long, uncertain look, then turned back to him. Both of them nodded. Twilight held out her hand and opened it, the pink crystal glinting on her palm.
For another long moment, Dad didn't move at all, almost as if he'd been turned to stone. Then slowly, ever so slowly, he keeled over, landing on the floor with a thud. Out cold.
Flash looked down at him and winced. “Should we, um ... get him some water or something?”
Stepping nonchalantly over his collapsed body, Mom went straight for the cupboard on the far wall. She rummaged inside it for a moment before pulling out a big crystal bottle full of something clear. “I think he's going to need something a bit stronger than water.” She unscrewed the cap and took a big glug of it herself, straight from the bottle. “Me too, for that matter.”
Twilight screwed up her face into a wince that felt like it might be permanent and held Flash close. Even if she wasn't sure she should hold him like that anymore, his warmth was still a comfort amidst the wreck that had just unfolded in front of her. “Well...” she said, to nopony in particular.
Flash patted her comfortingly on the back between her folded wings. “We'll ... figure it out, I guess.”
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