Sharing With the Family

Chapters

Part One
Part Two
Part Three

Part One

Shining Armor loves having a babysitter.

Once or twice a week, his parents go out for date night, and rather than leave Shining and his little sister Twilight alone they hire a sitter to watch them.

For a while, Shining’s best friend Carpenter filled that role: an older colt from school that was fun to play with, that hung with the cool ponies, and that didn’t care if Twilight thought he was rude or mean or kind of a loser (she thought all of his friends were losers, after all). But having his best friend enforce his bedtime got old really fast.

Then one night, without warning or explanation, Cadance—not Princess, she insists, just Cadance; never mind the horn and wings—shows up to sit them instead. And it’s clear that Carpenter is never gonna sit them again. Shining’s parents adore her and treat her like a second daughter. She plays with Twilight and helps her learn to use her teekay. His friends are jealous that he gets to hang out with a real, honest-to-Princess Princess.

And she is so, so pretty.

His mom and dad are careful to remind him that she’s only babysitting Twilight. He’s a grown colt, after all, while Twilight is still young and tends to get into trouble if left alone. Cadance is only a few years older than he is. But Cadance might as well be his babysitter. Shining still has to follow her rules, and she still feeds him and watches him and makes him do his homework. He even has a bedtime.

Which is awesome.

Having to go to bed isn’t so bad. Cadance doesn’t mind if he stays up and reads for a while, so long as he’s asleep when his parents get home. She’s cool like that.

But Shining would still whine about having a bedtime at all, except that then Cadance wouldn’t tuck him in. Shining complains out of habit to his parents every time they leave him with Cadance, and he’d never risk letting his friends find out, but—

Shining Armor loves having Cadance tuck him in.

He’s on the couch one night, acting casual and reading the comic book that Cadance brought for him. Cadance and Twilight are tackling the dirty dishes. It’s good practice for Twilight, who’s just learning how to control and manipulate her teekay. Their happy singing is an amusing backdrop to the high-flying action and gripping suspense of The Mighty Maverick, Shining’s newest favorite superhero.

The fillies finish their song and giggle, just as Maverick gives a decisive kick to this issue’s villain and sends him flying. Twilight prances into the living room, dishsoap bubbles in her mane and a big smile on her face.

Cadance watches her with an exasperated smile. “Alright, Twilight. I think it’s time for bed.”

“Can I have a bath, first?” she asks, as bubbles drip down her forehead.

“I guess. Hurry up!”

“Yay!” Twilight rushes for the stairs to draw her bath, practically vibrating.

Shining rolls his eyes. Twilight loves her baths and getting ready for bed. Having Cadance help her brush her teeth and comb her mane and read her a story is the highlight of Twilight’s night. If Twilight knew what Cadance did with Shining every night afterwards, she would be so jealous.

Cadance watches Twilight scamper up the stairs, then turns to Shining.

“And you, mister,” she says, daring him to argue. “When I get back, time for bed. Got it?”

Shining nods and tries not to shiver with anticipation. “Got it.”

The sounds of a bath being drawn float down the stairs.

“Good.” Cadance follows Twilight upstairs.

Shining peeks over the back of the couch and watches her leave. Cadance started sitting them right around the time Shining started to notice fillies, and Cadance is an especial filly. Her tail bounces as she climbs the stairs, drawing his eyes over her cutie mark across her nicely shaped butt to her smooth, long legs. He’s pretty sure Cadance knows he likes to ogle her: she always gives this little flick of her tail, and doesn’t exactly hurry to follow Twilight.

Sigh.

This part is the hardest, trying to be patient while Cadance deals with his little sister. Cadance always takes her time with Twilight, since she’s younger and needs more attention. Their nighttime routine usually involves reading and giggling and even some lullabies, and it takes forever, and it’s torture.

Shining reaches for his comic book, but he can’t focus. He can hear a low murmur, both of them chatting quietly so he won’t hear their girlish secrets. Splashing water. Shrieking and laughing. Gasping and gossiping. Filly time.

Shining realizes he’s reread the same page three times. Urgh. How long does a bath take, anyways? The waiting!

It’s almost half an hour later when Cadance returns. Shining listens to her hoofsteps traveling down the stairs, coming for him. His heart races, and it’s impossible to relax. At least he can act natural.

The hoofsteps stop on the first floor. He tenses. But she turns and walks into the kitchen. He hears her magic moving some leftover dishes and cleaning the counters. What’s she waiting for? He wants to check over the top of the couch, but doesn’t dare. Shining flops sideways on the couch, reaches for his comic book, and tries to remember whom the Maverick is fighting this time. He needs to be casual. Cool.

“Shining.”

Shining squeals like a filly, throwing his comic book and nearly falling off the couch. She’s looming over him, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

“Uh, yeah?”

“Don’t Uh, yeah me, mister,” she says, pointing at the stairs. “Gallop.”

Shining gulps. “Is Twilight asleep?”

Her eyes narrow ever so slightly. “Almost. So be quiet. I don’t want you waking her up.”

He nods frantically. “F—fine. Can I just—”

Her horn ignites and tugs on his tail, yanking him off the couch with a startled cry.

“Ow! I’m going! I’m going.” He scrambles to his hooves and turns to the stairs.

“You know,” she says, collecting his comic book and following him upstairs, “your little sister is so much more well behaved. Why do you have to be such a brat?”

“I’m not a brat,” Shining pouts.

“Are you sure?” Cadance asks, close behind. Shining is very aware that she’s eye level with his rump. His erection, annoying at the best of times, is already slipping free for her to see. He can feel her hungry eyes on him, and because he isn’t paying attention he slips and stumbles, almost falling backwards. So much for acting natural.

She puts a hoof on his rump and shoves. “Come on. Quit stalling! Or you’ll have to tuck yourself in.”

Shining rushes up the rest of the stairs and skids into his room. Inside it’s messy and dark. His bed is unmade. His school things are spread out over the floor. He has to dance around the mess to make it to his bed.

Behind him, Cadance stands in the doorway, illuminated in silhouette by the hallway light.

“Well? In you get, mister.”

He jumps onto his bed and turns to face her. Is she going to come in? Sometimes she doesn’t. Those nights are the worst. She does it to keep up the suspense, she says, and to keep him from getting too greedy. She still has to make him behave. But really, Shining thinks she just likes to tease him.

Cadance’s horn ignites again, and the lamp beside his bed begins to glow. She stalks into the room, places his comic book on his desk, and stares him down.

“Bed.”

He nods, and slips under the covers.

She smiles and steps up to the bed. “Good night, sweet Prince,” she says, bending down to kiss him on the forehead, right below his horn.

“Good—ugh,” he shudders. It’s probably a coincidence when she just happens to exhale onto the sensitive ivory. “Good night, Cadance.”

She stands and turns to leave.

“Um—” he hesitates, gripping his blankets. If he asks, she’ll say no, but if he doesn’t— “Aren’t you gonna—”

She steps up to the door and pushes it shut. The door’s latch bolt clicks loudly into its strike plate. “Aren’t I gonna what?”

He gulps. “Um—”

“Aren’t I gonna . . . read you a bedtime story?” She turns around to search his dresser for a book, flicks her tail out of the way to show off her butt. Her smell is intoxicating, and she’s already wet. Turned on. She bends lower to check the lower shelf, wiggling her hips. Oh, sweet sisters. He can’t look away, and when he doesn’t answer she looks over her shoulder at him, sees him gawking, grins.

“No? Then, aren’t I gonna . . . sing you a lullaby?” She sits beside the bed, leans her mouth beside his ear, and starts to hum. Her breath tingles, sending little shivers down his spine.

He gulps. “Please—”

“Oh, I know,” she says. “Aren’t I gonna . . . molest you?”

Her horn ignites. Shining feels her magic spread over his chest, a tickle of warmth that glows from under his covers. He tenses as it hits his ticklish spots and gasps, feels that nervous excitement that’s been building all evening.

Her magic slides down his stomach and grabs his erection for just a moment. “Oh, Shiny. What’s this?” Her magic lifts the blankets from his body, and she gasps. His cock is erect, flopped onto his stomach.

She eyes it for a second, breathing hard, then whispers, “Aren’t I gonna climb into bed with you?”

She hops onto his bed, stands over him, her forehooves on either side of his shoulders.

“Shining,” she mutters, looking supremely disappointed. “What did I tell you about getting hard around your babysitter?”

He stares up at her, gawps. It’s hard to breathe. She’s so imposing, so much larger than he is. So majestic. Cadance is his whole world.

Her magic squeezes him.

“Ah! Um . . . Don’t let Twilight find out?” he guesses.

Her cheeks curl up in a grin. Her horn lets go of his dick, and she asks, “Aren’t I gonna ride you like a dirty, naughty colt, and come all over you?”

Watching him squirm, she slowly lowers herself onto his body. He gasps. She’s so soft. So hot. She’s all curves and angles and muscles and gorgeous, achingly beautiful eyes. She cocoons him. And the way she squeezes him everywhere—the way every inch of her is hugging every inch of him—

“Cadance!” he cries out, crunching his hips against her, grinding his erection into her stomach.

“Well?”

“Ahh!” he gasps. “Yes! All of that!”

“Shh,” she coos, even as she slides back and forth, rubs her stomach over his dick. So soft and warm! “If you’re gonna keep making so much noise, I’ll have to stop.” What a tease. She wants him to make noise. She makes just as much noise, sometimes more. And Twilight never wakes up. “So, are you going to do as you’re told, and be quiet?”

He clamps his hoof over his mouth and nods frantically.

She smiles. “Good choice, my little Prince.” She pulls his hoof away and kisses him.

Shining’s breath is blown away in an instant. Cadance doesn’t give him a quick peck. She forces her lips onto his, pressing his head into his pillow. He struggles to kiss back, barely able to keep up, much less take the lead. Her tongue is inside his mouth suddenly, tasting his tongue and his teeth and probably his tonsils too.

When she breaks the kiss, Shining gasps. “Oh, Celestia—”

“Shh,” she pants, kissing him again. “What did I tell you?” Another kiss, and she arcs her back and squeezes his dick between their stomachs. “You’ll wake up your sister if you’re not careful, and then you’ll be in so. Much. Trouble.” She licks his cheek, then ducks her head into the crook of his neck and bites him.

He gasps again, pants for breath. Oh, Princess. She’s in a mood tonight. Sometimes it’s just for fun, but not tonight. She never leaves any marks for his parents to discover, but some nights she’s so ferocious that he has to clean up a mess of torn pink feathers before his mom can find them. Some nights she has to wipe him clean so he doesn’t smell of horny filly. Some nights he can’t help himself afterwards, and strokes his dick until he comes all over himself, even though he’s not supposed to. Tonight’s going to be all three.

She trails her lips down his chest, leaving little nibbles as she glides down his body. Her hooves grab at his hips and rub his cutie marks. Her mouth hovers over his erection, and something hot and wet and rough presses up against it. Oh, Celestia. She licks his shaft, humming gently, and slips the head of his dick between her lips.

“Cadance! You can’t—” he groans, pressing his hips against her face. His hooves slide across the bed, pull at his sheets.

She looks up at him, her eyes soft and teasing. She looks just like Twilight does when she’s about to unleash some magic he won’t like. Like she’s going to get Shining in so much trouble. If she makes him come, and his parents find out, it’s bad news. They barely get away with this as it is. And Cadance knows this, so of course she’s started pushing further and further. Such a tease. One of these nights she’s gonna cross the point of no return and it’ll be all over. Even if it’s so worth it.

Cadance smiles and squeezes his dick between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, gently sucking. Shining has to grip the sheets to keep still. He bites his lip and tries not to cry out. Her tongue is magic, her mouth wet and hot.

Cadance hums gently, the same melody as the song she sang with Twilight earlier, and slowly bobs her mouth over his dick. Her hips sway side to side. Her wings prop up his blankets. She’s getting into it. Staring up at him with those eyes. And he’s staring right back. She’s his whole world. His heart is racing. Please, let tonight be the night. He’s so close—

With a slurp Cadance pulls back and lifts herself from his body. He groans, “No! Don’t stop,” and reaches for her. “Please!”

She swats his hoof back and says, “Now, now, Shiny. Only foals beg. You’re not a foal, are you?”

He shakes his head. “No!”

“Good.” She grins down at him, but the teasing, impish look is gone, leaving only raw desire on her face. She’s past playing. She needs him. Cadance scootches up his body and straddles his leg, squeezing it between her thighs. One of her knees presses between his legs, touching his sack. Her pussy squeezes his leg, and she starts to bounce up and down.

He gasps and stares at her crotch, rubbing across his thigh. She’s hot and sticky, leaves a smear along his leg as she slides up and down.

“Ugh . . . uh,” she grunts, eyes clenched shut and her tongue poking out. The blankets slide down her back, piling behind her, leaving just her amazing body towering over him. The bed starts to squeak.

“Oh, Shiny. Shiny! You’re—” she gasps, gulps a mouthful of saliva. “You’re so bad! Taking advantage of—Uh!—of a nice girl like me—Ahh! Fuck!” she squeals. “What would your parents say? You’d be in so much trouble!”

He grips the sheet, now trying to keep from bouncing right off the bed. “Shh!” he hisses, eyes wide. Twilight’s gonna hear this time, for sure. “Cadance!”

Cadance doesn’t care. “You’re gonna make me come! Such a bad colt!”

A shot of pride blooms through him, mixing with the fear of getting caught and the thrill of doing something bad, and it’s wonderful. Shining is on top of the world. He’s about to make the most beautiful, wonderful filly in Equestria orgasm.

And after so many nights together, he knows a couple tricks. “Ye—yeah,” he whispers. “You’re gonna come all over your little brother—”

Cadance tosses her head back and cries out, making more noise than Shining ever does. Her hair fans out around her head and her wings flair wide, surrounding her in pink and yellow. She slams her crotch down on his thigh and yelps in pleasure.

“Shit! So good. Just—Ah!—just hold still!” Her legs spasm around him, and he feels her juices trickle out, wetting his leg. “Oh . . . Oh, fuck!”

With a whoosh, she collapses onto his chest, panting, squeezing his cock between their bodies. He clenches his jaw, trying to hold back. The smell of her orgasm is so strong. He needs to come. “Cadance—” he croaks, grinding his cock into her belly fur. “Please!”

Cadance ignores his pathetic, needy whines, just sighs happily and nuzzles his chest. “Oh, Shiny. That was wonderful.”

She props herself up onto two shaky forelegs and looms over him, her thighs still wrapped around his leg, casually grinding herself against him. She’s so beautiful, a pink goddess, tending to a mere mortal like Shining. Even though he’s younger than she is—even though he has no experience with fillies—even though she must have so many other choices—

“Mmm . . . Shiny, I’m beginning to think you enjoy taking advantage of me. How cruel! A big stallion like yourself, up against a helpless little filly . . . ” She reaches down and touches his sensitive cock, strokes it gently. “ . . . how awful. You’re a beast.”

“Ah!” he grunts, thrusting up into her hoof.

She pulls her hoof back and tastes his precum. Smiles. “But I like it. You know just how to take care of me.”

She’s looking down at him with such adoration. A wall of emotion hits him and all he can do is stare up at Cadance. She’s so lovely. Oh, wow. How has he not realized it before? Crap. And he’s going to say something. His mouth opens, and he can’t stop it. Say something else. Flirt. Be cool!

She leans close and whispers, “And don’t think I didn’t catch that little brother thing, mister. That’s so wrong.”

“Cadance . . . ” he whispers, staring into her eyes. Don’t say it—“I think I love you!”

She pulls back, blinking, and for a heart-stopping moment he thinks he’s screwed up, made her angry. Crap. Crap!

“Oh, Shiny,” she says, biting her lower lip. A smile spreads over her face. “Shiny. You’re so wonderful. And I just know you’re gonna grow up into an amazing stallion.” She leans down and kisses him, then whispers, “You know, if you wanted to call me Big Sister . . . I wouldn’t mind.”

His heart races forward, making up for lost time. He hugs her, and she hugs him back, rubbing her soft chest against him. Who cares if she didn’t make him come? She likes him!

“Now, Little Brother. I’m going to get you cleaned up, and then—” she pokes him on the nose “—it’s really time for bed.”

Cadance returns with a hot cloth and wipes him clean, paying extra attention to his crotch. “There you go. Your secret is safe with me, Shiny.”

He nods, still beaming and wiggling and making happy Shining Armor noises.

“I won’t be here when you wake up tomorrow, but I’ll see you next time.” She kisses him on the cheek. “Now get some sleep, Prince.”

Then she’s gone.

Get some sleep? Yeah, right.

Shining is wide awake, trying to burn this evening so deep into his memories that he’ll never forget. He’s never gotten a blowjob before! And it was exactly as amazing as he’d heard. He’s so distracted that for a minute or two he doesn’t notice his parents talking downstairs. They’re back from their date night. Well, his dad calls it date night, even though they’re married. His dad always says it’s to keep things spicy, while his mom always blushes and shoves him playfully. Gross.

Their voices are too faint and muffled from downstairs, but Shining can hear Cadance talking as well. The three of them laugh and chat for a few minutes. A sudden fear grips him, like it always does: What if Cadance tells on him? She never does, of course, and he knows it’s silly. His mom may be a master of squeezing somepony until he confesses, but it’s never happened before.

And she would hit the roof and wake the whole neighborhood if Cadance told on him. Instead, all he hears is gentle conversation, the clinking of glasses. Their voices are relaxed and a little giggly. Not the voices they use when they’re about to punish him.

But tonight is different. He said that. What if—

No! Cadance loves being with him almost as much as he loves her back. If his parents ever found out about them, Cadance would never be allowed to sit him again. There’s no reason for her to tell, and if Cadance doesn’t get him in trouble, his mom will never know.

Still . . . if he can’t hear what they’re saying, he can’t know what’s going on—

Shining rolls over, rubs his thigh where Cadance humped him, and sighs. It’s gonna be a while before he can fall asleep.

More glass clinking downstairs, and a sudden shriek of laughter. Cadance still hasn’t left. She normally leaves when they get home—at least, she’s never there in the morning—but tonight they stay downstairs for quite some time, chatting and laughing. Cadance must not be in a hurry to get home.

Maybe she’s waiting for his parents to go to sleep, so she can sneak back into his room. Wouldn’t that be a treat? Cadance would crawl into bed with him, wrap her soft body around his, and whisper delightfully naughty things into his ear.

He sighs, and slides his hooves down his body, under the blankets. He’s still hard, still horny and tense.

She would let him crawl atop her, and kiss her, and nuzzle her soft chest. She would stare with wonder as his hooves and mouth and tongue explored her body, touching her everywhere.

He grunts, squeezing his dick.

And then he’d crawl between her legs, and press his cock against her pussy. And she’d be the one pleading, she’d be the one moaning and gasping and trying to keep quiet—

There’s a squeak of wood as a pony steps on the second stair from the bottom, the one that always squeaks.

Shining freezes, watches the door. There’s enough of a gap between the door and the floor that some noise gets in. He can hear his mom’s lighter hoofsteps climbing the staircase, followed by Cadance’s and then his dad’s. All three of them. Climbing the stairs.

Oh, no.

Cadance finally caved and told his mom and dad what Shining did. What he said. A lump falls in his stomach. Oh, crap. He’s going to be in so much trouble!

He gulps, tries not to panic.

The hoofsteps stop halfway up the stairs. He hears another squeak—this time from Cadance, not the stair—and then a quiet grunt. His mom saying something as she climbs the rest of the stairs. More squeaking, and a grunt from dad. And a repeating thumping sound from the stairs. A hoof scraping down the railing.

What—

His mom’s hoofsteps stop in front of his door.

Oh, shoot! He flings the blankets over himself and rolls to face the wall just as his door creaks open.

“Shining?” his mom whispers.

He freezes, holding his breath. There’s no way he’s fooled her. She always knows. This is the point where his mom tells him, in her gentle but firm mothering voice, that they need to talk. He hears Cadance from the hallway, and it sounds like she’s whimpering. Whatever’s happening out there isn’t normal. He should just fess up and get it over with.

But he can’t bring himself to say anything. His mom waits for a moment, then sighs and says, “Get some sleep, Shiny. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

The door clicks shut. Even though they both know he’s awake and hasn’t fooled her, Shining waits a few moments just in case, then exhales and looks back at the door. He can see her hooves silhouetted in the sliver of hallway light.

She walks back to the stairs, and says, “Cadance, dear?”

Cadance squeals, then says, panting, “Uh, yes? Ma’am?”

“Why are your feathers covering my son’s floor?”

Shining’s heart stops. Sure enough, there’s a sprinkling of purple-tipped pink feathers sitting in front of him. Stupid! He ignites his horn and starts picking them up, one by one, even though it’s far too late.

Cadance answers something, but her voice is muffled.

“What was that, dear?”

“I . . . I can explain—”

A slap of flesh, and a muffled yelp.

Shining drops the feathers in shock. Did mom hit her?

“I’m sure you can,” mom says lightly. “Come on, Nighty. We’ve got plenty of time.”

Shining winces. Oh, crap. They’re really mad.

A few more seconds, then Cadance and dad continue up the stairs. Cadance’s steps are uneven and mixed with his dad’s. They walk right past Shining’s door, and he can hear them clearly: Cadance grunting, her wings thumping against the walls and rattling their family pictures. Another groan. Cursing. Cadance’s steps unbalanced and uneven. His dad grunting out: “ . . . ha . . . your coltfriend doesn’t . . . ” and his mom wondering: “ . . . did you two have fun tonight?” and Cadance whimpering: “ . . . me, please, oh, shit, don’t . . . ” and his dad again: “ . . . can’t walk tomorrow . . . ”

Shining gulps. They’re going to discipline Cadance? Instead of him? It’s not her fault! He’s the one that begs her to fool around with him.

After a few more grunts and thumps they stagger the rest of the way down the hall, past Twilight’s room, to his parent’s bedroom. One of them slams the door shut, rather loudly.

Cadance cries out. She needs him! He leaps out of bed and rushes to the door, determined to save her.

Then his parents’ bed starts squeaking.

Oh.

Shining grips the doorknob for balance and gasps for breath. His heart is racing. He can feel his face flushing, his eyes watering. When he manages to hold his ragged breathing for a whole second he can hear his dad grunting and Cadance squealing and his mom moaning. Urgh. Now he’s going to be sick.

His parents are having sex with his girlfriend. They’re fucking her. And he’s pretty sure they know she’s with Shining, unless his dad was referring to some other coltfriend. They’re not being particularly quiet. If Shining were the one having sex behind somepony’s back, he’d be paranoid, trying to make as little noise as possible. His mom and dad don’t seem to care about anything other than making her moan louder.

She’s not fighting back, of course. Except for when she plays with Shining, Cadance is a true princess. She’s polite and friendly and accommodating enough that she’ll allow two grown adult ponies to molest her without complaint. And his parents are nice ponies, too. In fact, they’re so nice that Cadance can’t help but agree with them, and thank them, and beg them for more.

But what really hurts is that he’s not angry. He should be. He knows he should be yelling and cursing. His dad is betraying him. Cadance is betraying him. But listening to his parents both teasing and satisfying her, imagining them curled around her, abusing her body, imagining her helpless from pleasure—He hangs his head and spies, between his legs, a throbbing, dripping erection. Traitor. He doesn’t want to yell and curse at them. He wants to watch. He wants to come.

He stares at the wall. Even through two closed doors she sounds beautiful. He may not be the one doing it, but her voice is like a symphony. Shining presses his ear against the door, imagining exactly what they’re doing to her. Trying to figure out how to make that same music, so she won’t need them anymore. But she won’t even give him the chance to try.

He sniffs, turns and slumps back against the door, knocks his head against it.

The door knocks back.

Shining yelps and leaps away, falling on his rump. He clamps one forehoof over his mouth, pulls a pillow over his erection with the other, and holds his breath.

“Shiny?” Twilight’s voice hisses.

Twilight? What’s she doing up at this hour? Can she hear what their parents are doing? Of course she can. Twilight’s room is between his and his parents’, and their squeaking bed is surprisingly loud. Go back to bed! he thinks as loudly as he can.

“Shining, can I come in? I can’t sleep.” She waits a moment. “I know you’re up.”

He gulps. “Ye—yeah.” He wipes at his eyes, trying to act natural.

Her magic wraps around the doorknob and Twilight lets herself in, closes the door behind herself. “Thank Celestia,” she mutters, yawning. Twilight walks past him without a glance and hops atop his bed, sits against his pillows. “It’s much quieter in here. Can you believe them? It’s—” She glares over her shoulder, thumps on the wall, and yells, “It’s a school night!”

“Twilight!” Shining hisses, aghast, staring up at her.

His parents and Cadance don’t seem to notice or care, judging from the muffled sounds coming from their room. Unsurprisingly; Twilight’s room is between them.

Twilight rolls her eyes. “Hmph. Did they wake you up too?”

Shining shakes his head.

“Oh? Normally you’re asleep by now. Why are you still up?” She looks over at his desk. “I know you weren’t studying.”

Shining looks away. “I dunno. Couldn’t sleep.”

Twilight yawns and leans forward, drapes her forelegs off the edge of the bed. “Were you thinking about Cadance? Hmm?”

He inhales. “No!”

“Uh huh.” Twilight cocks an eyebrow, and points at his waist. “So that boner you’re trying to hide is from mom and dad, then?”

He squeaks and holds the pillow tighter. “Twilight!”

“And those feathers?”

“Oh, crap!” He lunges forward, tumbling over his pillow trying to collect them.

“Relax, Shiny,” Twilight teases, plucking a couple of Cadance’s feathers with her magic and suspending them just out of his reach. “I don’t care if you and Cadance fuck.”

“Twilight!” he admonishes without thinking.

She rolls her eyes. “Sorry. What meant is, I don’t care if you and Cadance have special mommy-and-daddy time.” She gathers up all of Cadance’s feathers and drops them on his head.

“You . . . you know what we’ve been doing?” he asks, messing up his hair to get the feathers out.

“Shiny, everypony in this house knows what you and Cadance get up to.” She taps the wall behind her. “I can usually hear you two.”

“Oh, crap,” he hisses. Cadance is going to kill him. “I told her I’d keep it a secret. Wait—How do mom and dad know? We don’t, um, do that when they’re home.”

Twilight snorts. “She obviously tells them. You think mom and dad can’t tell? You keep ogling her and sneaking glances at her when you think no one will notice. And we all notice. It’s cute, really. I think mom just doesn’t want to embarrass you, so they don’t say anything when you’re around. But you are disgustingly adorable together. I bet you two fuck like cotton candy tastes.”

Shining leans way back, stares at her. This isn’t his sister. She’s been replaced with some other Twilight that swears and talks about boners and isn’t grossed out by the thought of Shining and their sitter sleeping together. The only part this imposter got right was Twilight’s annoying persistence. “Twilight!”

“What? You are.” She stares down at him, head tilted. “You do, don’t you?”

Also, the real Twilight’s always right. Not this one.

He gulps. “Of course, we, uh—” He’s terrible at bluffing. “No, we haven’t, um, done that. I mean, we fool around, but—” Oh, crap, this is so hard. “I had kinda hoped we could . . . lose our virginity . . . together . . . ” he trails off, looking at the floor, unwilling to see Twilight’s disappointed face. He feels embarrassed just saying it. Feels like a loser. It’s a dead dream. His parents are taking her virginity as he sits there, feeling sorry for himself. She clearly wasn’t saving herself for him. What an idiot. Why, she might not even have been a virgin before tonight. He never even thought to ask.

He blinks, wipes his eyes, takes a deep breath.

Twilight doesn’t say anything. When Shining looks up she looks shocked. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I know it’s wrong, I just—I think I love her!”

Twilight slowly shakes her head. “Shiny . . . Cadance isn’t a virgin.”

He scowls. “Thanks. I kinda figured that out already,” he says, waving at the wall. “You don’t need to rub it in—”

“Oh, Shining,” Twilight says, sliding off the bed to sit beside him. Ignoring his erection, she leans against his shoulder and wraps her hooves around him. A surprisingly gentle sister hug, given how cranky she is. It’s nice, and for a moment he doesn’t think about Cadance or his parents or sex. He sniffles. She squeezes harder.

Then she says, “Shining, mom and dad have been fucking Cadance since she started sitting us. I thought you knew.”

Oh.

She rubs firm, reassuring circles on his back. “You didn’t know? Really?” She leans back. “Shining—they’re not exactly quiet.”

“I didn’t know,” he mumbles. “I thought—”

“Shining,” she says, flatly, “You’re a little brother to her. She doesn’t love you. She’s really nice and friendly and fun to play with and I know she cares about you but she’s actually kind of a whore.”

Shining gasps and shoves her out of the way. “Don’t say that! You’re lying!”

Twilight scowls. “What? She is. Listen to her.” Twilight points at the wall, through which they can hear their parents’ bed squeaking. Every few moments one of his parents does something and she cries out. “Does she sound like a Princess to you?”

Of course she does!

Shining looks at the floor. Twilight seems to know everything that goes on in this house. He taps his hooves together. “How long have they been . . . ”

“Fucking Cadance? Like I said, I’m pretty sure it was the first night she was over. ”

His jaw drops, and he stares at Twilight. “The first night?!”

Twilight gives him a sad smile. “Yeah. And probably every night since. I’m usually asleep, so I guess I don’t really know, but Cadance likes to share. I got to hear all about it. They came home late, drunk and giggling after their date, and started flirting with Cadance, and—”

“Yeah. I get it,” Shining says, hoping he sounds disgusted instead of fascinated.

Twilight’s eyes narrow. “Do you?” she presses.

Oops. “Of course. They probably kissed a bunch, and touched each other, and . . . had sex?” he winces. Shining needs to stop falling for her traps.

Twilight grins, but it’s a menacing grin.

“Oh, yes. They had sex. But you don’t want to know about that, right? You wouldn’t want to hear all the gross, nasty details about how dad and mom fucked your sweet, young, wide-eyed fillyfriend into a sloppy whore—right?”

No. Not even a little. It’s bad enough that Shining can’t be Cadance’s first. But having to hear about his own parents having sex with the mare he adores? About his lover choosing other ponies to satisfy her needs? Narrated by his little sister? What a ridiculous—“Celestia, yes! Tell me.”

“I thought so.” Twilight climbs back onto his bed, settles against the wall, and pats the bed for him to join. “Well, let’s see . . . ”

Part Two

Cadance’s ear flicks as a pair of voices walk up towards the front door. It’s later than Night Light promised he and Twilight Velvet would be back, but not by much. And it’s not like tonight has been especially difficult or tedious: Twily and Shiny are so adorable and cute and eager to please that she’s going to be sick. She can’t wait to sit for them again.

With a smile on her face, she gets up to greet them, but before she can reach the door Velvet’s magic sizzles it unlocked. The two of them hurry in, giggling like schoolfillies.

“Cadance!” Velvet exclaims, smiling huge, and slams the door shut behind herself. “We’re back!”

“Shh!” Night hushes her, far too loudly and obnoxiously to be serious. “The kids are in bed. They are in bed, right?” he asks Cadance.

Cadance nods. “Yes, Sir. About an hour ago. I gave Twilight a bath and read her a story,” she reports. “Shining whined a little but went to bed just after I put Twilight down.” She grins. Job well done.

Night Light looks at her, an eyebrow cocked. “You don’t have to call me Sir. I’m not that old,” he teases, heading into the kitchen.

Cadance nods. “Yeah, sure.”

Velvet floats a small sack of bits onto the table beside the door. Cadance’s payment. “So tonight was uneventful? I’m glad. Not that I’m surprised, of course. And Shining would complain about getting presents if he didn’t think he had a choice in the matter. Thank you,” she says, reaching a foreleg around Cadance’s shoulders and hugging her. Her mane tickles Cadance’s ear. “And,” she whispers, loud enough for her husband to hear her, “thank you for giving me a night out with my Nighty Wighty. Any chance for some alone time is much appreciated.”

Cadance can practically hear her wink, and the two of them giggle.

“I heard that, dear.”

“Night Light is thankful too, even if it looks like he’s only interested in the wine.”

“Speaking of,” Night says, walking back into the living room with three tiny wine glasses and an opened bottle of wine. “Would you care for a drink before you head home?”

“Well—” Cadance hesitates. She’s supposed to be home soon—Night and Velvet had not planned on being out quite so late, and she has school tomorrow morning—but she lives nearby, and she’s not particularly tired. And these two look like nice, fun ponies. Velvet isn’t stuck up or overbearing like the other moms she’s sat for; she’s kind and loves a gentle gossip. And Night Light is a funny flirt, without being an obnoxious creep.

Velvet gives Cadance a gentle squeeze.

“—yeah, sure. But, um, only a little.”

Night Light starts pouring, displaying an impressive teekay dexterity. “Velvet?”

“Are you trying to get us drunk, dear?” Velvet asks, accepting her own glass. Her magic mingles with his for a few seconds, sparking and sizzling between them. She hmms pleasantly.

“You? Of course. But our guest is far too young for that sort of thing—isn’t she?” he asks, giving her a nudge on the shoulder.

“I mean—” she stammers, stuck between them.

“Oh, no, don’t let him tease you, dear,” Velvet says. Her hoof, once holding Cadance, is now slowly stroking her shoulder. “He doesn’t know when to stop.” She shakes her head disapprovingly at Night Light.

Cadance exhales. He is teasing her, and worse, she’s letting him. Relax. They’re just having fun. She can have a glass of wine and head home.

Night Light sticks his tongue out at Velvet, then hovers Cadance’s tiny glass of wine for her to grab. Her own parents are excessively polite about not letting their teekays touch—most Unicorns are—but not Night Light. He watches her as theirs mix; it sends a pleasant tingle down her horn and a shiver down her spine, just for a moment. She plucks her wine from his magic, ducking behind her hair so they can’t see her cheeks flush.

“There you go. And if you want more, just ask.” He clinks his glass against hers, and takes a sip.

Cadance eyes her wine, and sips it as well. The wine is bright and crisp, and a little dry. Delicious. “How was your date?” she asks.

“Oh, the usual. Music. Drinking. Socializing,” Velvet says, pulling her hoof from Cadance’s shoulder and waving dismissively. “Not that it was boring, of course.” She sips her wine and hmms. “Actually—” Velvet looks at Night Light, who shrugs and waves her forward. “Actually, Night Light and I met a very fun mare tonight. Very cute.”

Night Light nods.

“Oh!” Cadance giggles. “Were you two out—um . . . ”

“Cruising?” Night Light suggests. “Well, we weren’t really looking for anypony in particular, but we don’t say no when an opportunity presents itself.”

Velvet takes another sip of her wine. “I’m glad we didn’t. She’s fun. Pretended to be this professional, proper young filly at first, but she loosened up.” She nudges Cadance with a smile.

Cadance nods. “You went dancing?”

Night Light looks like he’s trying to decide how much to share. “I guess you could say that.”

Oh. “You—you slept with her? Just after meeting her?” She peers at them in wonder. They’re married! Cadance looks from Night Light to Velvet, also grinning like a thief, and breathes, “You too?”

Velvet leans close and explains with a satisfied smirk, “Night Light and I are very open to making new friends, no matter who they are. Sometimes—”

“Dear,” Night Light chides, glancing at Cadance.

“No, it’s cool,” Cadance insists. She doesn’t need another set of parents treating her like a child. “I mean, it’s alright. I want to know.” She smiles, looking sheepish. “After all . . . love’s supposed to be my special talent,” she admits.

Night Light looks at her cutie mark.

Velvet shrugs. “Sometimes my loving, wonderful husband helps me get laid . . . ”

Cadance inhales. Night Light tears his gaze from Cadance’s flank and puffs himself up with pride.

“ . . . and sometimes, being the loving, supporting wife that I am, I help him find a special mare or stallion to take home. But the best nights are when we find somepony fun to share,” she whispers, right in Cadance’s ear.

Cadance gulps. She hadn’t noticed Velvet was so close.

“Wow, that’s—” she clears her throat, trying to be cool about it “—that’s really, um. I mean—my parents are way too boring to, uh—”

Velvet laughs. “Sleep around? Swing?”

“Exactly!” Cadance can tell these two are about as far from her parents as she could get; and now she can’t help wondering exactly what a night of fun is like for these two. How do they find and seduce a pony in a single evening? “Was she into it?”

“She really was, though I was worried we’d come on too strong. She seemed nervous.” Velvet paces around Cadance and Night Light, and sighs. “Not that that’s a bad thing. Most ponies we meet are so . . . so matter-of-fact. Like they know we’re going to have sex, and it’s almost boring for them. It’s refreshing to meet somepony who’s a little nervous.”

Night Light nods. “It’s one of the reasons we wanted to hire you.”

“It is?” Cadance squeaks.

“Night Light!” Velvet chides, elbowing him. “He means our previous sitter was a bit boring. But I like you. You’re not boring at all. You’re fun.”

“Oh! Thanks. Um, who—who was she? This nervous mare.”

Velvet hmms, and says, “Would you believe we never got her name?” She threads her hoof through Cadance’s mane, then strokes her shoulder, slides her hoof down Cadance’s foreleg. “All I know is she was a gorgeous, wide-eyed Unicorn mare, with long, curling hair, a cute little horn, and the smoothest legs.”

Cadance tries not to giggle. She’s sensitive there, on the inside of her foreleg. It’s ticklish!

Night Light runs his hoof through her wing on the other side, and clicks his tongue. “No, no, dear. You must be thinking about some other pony. This was that sexy little Pegasus filly. With the stunning wings and the soft chest fur—and the filthy sense of humor, remember?”

Night Light probably doesn’t know that a Pegasus’ wings are very sensitive. She really ought to tell him, but she doesn’t want to interrupt their story, and it’s not like it hurts.

Velvet steps around Cadance and stomps her hoof in mock frustration. “I’m telling you, dear, only Earth Pony mares have a body like hers. And the stamina—not to mention her ass.”

She touches Cadance’s cutie mark, pressing against her rump. If it were any other pony, Cadance would complain that she was being groped, but Velvet is a touchy-feely kind of mom.

Night Light nods, joining Velvet behind Cadance. “I see what you mean.” He rubs at her other cutie mark, then twirls his hoof through her tail. “I can’t wait to see her again.”

Cadance watches their hooves over her shoulder. She should probably say something, right?

Velvet sighs, still groping Cadance. “I can’t wait to bring her home.”

Night Light tugs on Cadance’s tail, pulls her off balance. “I can’t wait to fuck her.”

“I can’t wait to eat her ass,” Velvet breathes, right on her dock.

Two sets of teeth bite.

“Ahh!” Cadance jumps, dropping her wine glass. It clatters on the floor, spilling wine across the carpet. She whirls around, clamps her tail between her legs.

Velvet grabs Cadance’s wine glass and clicks her tongue. “Careful, dear. The kids are asleep.”

“S—sorry,” Cadance stammers, squeezing her hindlegs together.

“She’s right, Cadance. Twilight and Shining both have school tomorrow.”

Velvet floats her glass over her shoulder into the kitchen. She doesn’t even have to watch it. “I think that’s enough wine,” she says, even though Cadance had barely touched hers. She’s not drunk; actually, she feels far too aware of her faculties and her mind is racing far too fast. It’s Night Light and Velvet who are making her dizzy. If anything she needs another glass.

Velvet nuzzles her husband, and both of them watch Cadance squirm. Then she frowns. “Cadance, dear. You look so warm. And you’re out of breath. Are you feeling okay?” She touches Cadance’s forehead, and slides her hoof down her face to cup her cheek. Cadance nuzzles her hoof without thinking. Velvet leans close, eyes flicking from Cadance’s lips to her eyes and back. Oh, Celestia. Her breath on Cadance’s face is sweet and hot. No, please—Her lips open fractionally. Don’t—

Velvet kisses Cadance’s forehead, longer than a peck but short enough that she’s done before Cadance can even react. “Hmm. Maybe we should keep you overnight, just to be safe.”

Cadance shivers. Opens her mouth. Says—

“Mom!”

Shining’s awake.

Velvet pauses, her lips almost touching Cadance’s. She and Night Light share a glance, then she says, “Oh, dear. I’ll be right back.” She kisses Night Light, nuzzles his cheek, then turns and climbs the stairs. Cadance watches with rapt attention. Velvet doesn’t take the stairs very quickly; instead she sways her hips side to side and flicks her tail out of the way, giving Cadance plenty to watch and plenty of time to do so. “Coming, sweetie,” she calls.

“Cadance, dear. You woke Shining.”

Cadance yelps, spins around. Night Light is right beside her, looking at her wings, and her body. “Oh! Oh. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Velvet will have him in bed in no time at all. Unless he needs her to read him a bedtime story. Then she might be a while.”

Night Light’s presence is overwhelming when his wife isn’t around to temper it. He’s watching her like a predator watches his prey. He’s very close.

But he’s not blocking her way. He’s waiting for her to make the next move. She could easily leave. They’ve already paid her. All she has to do is walk out the door.

“What—” she gulps, looking at the door. Night Light and Velvet are mistaken. Her life is boring. She closes her eyes and asks, “What did you do with this filly?”

“We fucked her until she came.”

She gasps, staring at him.

“We touched her all over, until she was dripping and trembling. She let me slide my hoof up between her legs and rub her pretty little cunt. I made her come right there, while my wife watched. She was so sensitive, and so embarrassed. But she wouldn’t let us stop. Then she sucked my cock and my wife ate her out. Velvet says she tasted like a delicious wine.”

“Did the mare like it?” Cadance squeaks, imagining herself squeezed between both ponies.

“Well . . . ” Night Light touches her chin, smiles, and kisses her. She freezes. Oh, Celestia. This can’t be happening. She closes her eyes and after a few seconds opens her mouth, feeling his tongue rub against hers. Her saliva drips down her lips, runs down her chin. His, too. The last colt that made out with her knocked their teeth together and snorted all over her face. Night Light is patient, like he’s sipping more of his fancy wine.

He finally pulls back, licks his lips. “She loved it,” Night murmurs finally. “Enough that she asked for more.”

“Haa . . . ” she exhales. It’s hard to get enough air. “Did you play with her wings?” she asks, trying to be casual.

“When she would let us touch them,” Night Light says with a laugh.

“And did you—” Celestia! “Did you . . . suck her horn?”

His eyes flick to her horn for a second. “What do you think, Cadance?”

She nods, lips pressed tight. Velvet and Night Light are probably the type of ponies that would be depraved enough. “I hope so,” she admits, looking at him. Wondering why he isn’t touching her yet. Wondering what’s taking Velvet so long. Cadance can’t be alone with him. She knows he’s going to do something to her, and she knows she won’t stop him. She needs help. “I, um. She probably hasn’t ever gotten her horn sucked. And nopony’s ever played with her wings before. They get really sore. I think.”

“That’s very insightful. I can tell love is your special talent. Velvet and I should find you the next time we need somepony to fuck. When it’s not a school night, of course. Would you like that?”

“Eep!” she squeaks. So much for casual.

Night Light kisses her brow and says, “Stand still.” He looks relaxed as he saunters around her, but his tone is firm and commanding.

Oh, fuck. “Yeah. Sure.”

“Yes, Sir,” he corrects her.

“Yes . . . yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Like she’s a pet, performing a trick. His praise is demeaning, and embarrassing, and it makes her feel cute. He sits behind her and reaches for her ass. “Oh, Cadance,” he says, groping at her rump. “I hope I’m not being too forward when I say that you are absolutely beautiful. So sexy.”

“Eep!” she squeaks again, trying not to shrink or twist away. She can feel the weight of his stare, can feel him ogle her. “R—Really?”

“Gorgeous,” he says. “I could play with your ass for hours and never get bored.” Night Light trails his hoof through her tail, twisting it around his foreleg, then slides his hoof over her rump and down her leg.

She whimpers, watching him over her shoulder. She’s in this strange house, alone with this stallion she barely knows, and she’s letting him—letting him molest her! Inviting him to stroke her legs, play with her tail, nuzzle her rump. Practically begging him to fuck her. She’s not sure if she can obey his order to stay still. She wants to, she certainly tries, even as he strokes her inner thigh. She’s ticklish there!

He teases his hoof away, rubbing up and down her leg, then pushes against her knee, pressing her stance wider and her hips forward. But when Night Light’s hoof slides up towards her crotch she squeals and clamps her knees together, gripping his foreleg in place. Nopony’s touched her there but herself.

“Sorry—” she pants. “I just—”

His teekay presses down on her rump from above. “Open up.”

Cadance grits her teeth and spreads her hooves apart, releasing his foreleg. Before he can reprimand her further she lifts her tail, flicks it up onto her backside. While her front half is shivering, embarrassed and humiliated, her rear is only aching for more.

“Good girl.”

“Thank you,” she breathes.

He leans forward to bite gently at her rump, then he slides his hoof up and presses against her cunt.

“Hrng!” she grunts, trying to keep stock still for him. It’s hard, especially when he starts rubbing her, spreading a thick layer of her juices around her crotch. Her wings are quivering. Her lungs are panting. Her heart is hammering, and she’s not sure if it’s panic or arousal. Both. And his hoof is everywhere it needs to be. He pushes, and gropes, and squeezes, and strokes. For a minute or so he even holds his foreleg still, letting her grind her cunt exactly how she likes it. Making her show him how she likes it, and admit that she wants more. Cadance feels that rush, that sensation bloom through her. That guarantee that she’s going to come, without forcing it, spreading down her legs, so long as she doesn’t stop.

Night Light pulls his hoof back.

“Haah!” Cadance exhales, her head hanging between her forelegs. She blinks. There’s drool on the floor. Her drool. She’s drooling. Cadance wipes her mouth, panting. “Wait!” Too late she backs up and tries to find his hoof again so he can finish her off. He’s supposed to make her come!

Night Light steps in front of her and tastes his hoof. It’s the one that was between her legs, molesting her cunt. The hoof that’s shiny with her juices. He hmms, then lifts it to her lips. Avoiding eye contact, she opens her mouth and licks it. When he presses a little she kisses his hoof, lets just the tip between her lips. She tastes hot and wet and dirty. “Oh . . . Sweet Princess . . . ” With each breath she inhales her own scent. As she licks it more and more of her drool slides down his foreleg.

He pulls his hoof back. She looks up at him, her mouth still open, whinnies quietly. She’s having trouble breathing. He isn’t even panting. This is nothing for him. If it wasn’t for the intensity in his eyes and the cock that’s hanging below his barrel—Cadance can’t stop gawking at it—then she’d think he wasn’t interested. That he’s just playing with her for fun. But he is. More than interested. He wants to fuck her. Oh, fuck. She needs help. She can’t do this on her own. She needs Velvet to stop him.

“Please,” she whimpers, pathetically, without knowing just what she’s pleading for.

He smiles, and rubs at her cheek. “Don’t worry. My wife and I were hoping we’d get to play with you tonight. You’re going to come plenty. But, before that, Cadance—”

Night Light rears back, standing upright. He’s a little wobbly at first, but he manages to find his balance on only his hind legs. His cock bobs in front of her face. She crosses her eyes, it’s so close. It looks huge, and very hard. He’s turned on—and for all she knows he’s only a touch away from coming. It’s like having a blazing horn pointed right at her.

“I’m really horny. My wife has been teasing me all night. There’s this other stallion, you see, and she really likes when he fucks her. And when she makes me watch. So I really need to come.” He waves her forward, and like he’s pulling on a leash she shuffles closer until she’s nose-to-dick. He rests a foreleg on her withers for balance. “Do you want to suck my cock, Cadance? Before I fuck your pretty little cunt? It might get a bit messy.”

She’s not sure how or if she answers, but she can’t really say no, no matter how messy it might get. She’s desperate for something. He steps forward, pressing the head of his cock against her cheek. Smears precum across her lips. His cock is so firm that it doesn’t flex, just presses her cheek in before sliding to the side. She gulps, inhales a lungful of his musk, then turns her head fractionally, licks at the base. It’s cleaner than she thought it would be. She licks again, along the length of his shaft. There’s already precum dripping down its length. When she reaches the top she opens her lips just a bit, enough to kiss his cock.

The truth is, she does want to suck his cock, before he fucks her pretty little cunt.

Night Light doesn’t come immediately, thankfully. And he doesn’t grab her head and shove his dick down her throat. He just sighs and wobbles on his hindlegs and lets Cadance go at her own pace.

She licks over the tip, then does it again, spreading her saliva over his dick. Feeling its shape and firmness. Feeling how it presses against her cheeks when she nuzzles it. How wide it is, how hot it is. Imagining how it will feel when he eventually slides it inside her pussy. She kisses the head of his cock again and it’s just natural to open her lips a little more, suckling the tip, tasting his precum.

“Good girl . . . ” Night Light sighs, his muscles relaxing. She’s doing something right. Smiling, Cadance closes her eyes and lets some of his cock inside her mouth. There. Not so bad—

A voice right behind her startles Cadance so much she almost bites his dick clean off.

“Shining’s asleep again. He just wanted some water.”

Cadance stares up at Night Light and panics. Oh, fuck. Velvet’s standing right behind her, watching Cadance suck her husband’s cock. How must this look? When Velvet left the two of them were talking, but after only a few short minutes Cadance already has his dick in her mouth, flagging like some—some floozy, and begging to come! A wife is supposed to freak out if she finds her husband getting blown by another mare, right? Cadance tries to pull back, needs to apologize, or maybe just run, but Night Light holds her shoulder firm for a second. Just keep going, his hoof says.

“Mmm—” Night Light grunts, as she slides her lips back down his cock, starts bobbing her head. “That’s good. He’s usually out like a light by now.” He reaches for Cadance’s mane and plays with it.

“Still, I know you like to yell when you come, dear,” Velvet says. It sounds like she’s leaning over Cadance from behind, getting a closer view. “Try to keep quiet.”

Do they expect Cadance to make him come? They’re talking like she doesn’t have a choice, or rather like they know what choice she’d make.

Night says, “I’ll try. But our babysitter is great at sucking cock. It is her special talent, after all.”

Cadance feels a rush of heat as they talk about her. Like she's some pet of theirs. And he’s a liar. She has no idea what she’s doing.

“She also tastes really good.”

“Did she come already?”

“Not yet. Would you like a taste?”

Cadance can’t see but she’s sure Night Light is reaching his dirty hoof for Velvet to taste. Sharing her intimate taste like she’s a snack before a meal—or a brand new bottle of wine.

Instead Velvet grabs her hips and breathes over her rump.

Cadance freezes, looks up at Night Light, even as Velvet lifts her rump into the air, pulls her hindlegs into a standing position.

“Come now, dear,” Night Light chides. “I thought you wanted to come, and there’s nopony better than Velvet at eating out beautiful young fillies.”

Cadance whimpers. Unable to argue without letting Night Light’s cock slip from her mouth, she has no choice but to comply. She flicks her tail out of the way, up and over her back, letting another stranger see her pussy tonight.

“Oh, my,” Velvet gasps. “You’re so wet. It’s so messy back here. You poor thing. Nighty Wighty really is mean sometimes, isn’t he?”

Yeah, he is, actually.

Velvet touches her pussy, slides her hoof up and down her slit. Spreads her lips apart. Leans close to sniff her. Cadance winces. She must smell gross. But Velvet doesn’t seem to mind. She holds herself up with one hoof while her other hoof gently rubs between her legs, spreading her juices around. Groping at her rump. Tracing her cutie marks. Velvet even turns her head and nuzzles her ass, sighs with satisfaction. When she pulls back Cadance tries to follow her, but the moment she does Night Light taps her on the head, beside her ear. He’s waiting. Cadance takes another deep breath and slides her lips down his cock, not too far. She doesn’t want to gag on his dick. She presses her tongue against his shaft, squeezing it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, and suckles gently.

Night Light sighs, and strokes between her ears. “Keep that up, dear. I’m loving it.”

Fuck. The next time one of her parents pets between her ears, or praises her for a job well done—

Velvet holds her rump for balance and dips her head, bending low to lick up her thighs. Cadance’s tail flicks her in the face. When Velvet presses her face into her ass and licks up her cunt, Cadance groans, spreads her legs, and tilts her hips. Fuck!

Velvet’s tongue slides up and down her pussy, sending little tingles and heavy shocks through her body. She’s discovering just how aroused Cadance is, from their teasing, from making out with Night Light, and from being caught with his cock in her mouth—and still not stopping. This must be her punishment for waking Shining.

Velvet kisses her pussy, with lots of tongue, sending little shivers and slow waves through her body, then smacks her lips and sighs. “Delicious.” Her ass is cold, all of a sudden, as Velvet’s saliva evaporates. She whimpers, shakes her rump to try and get Velvet’s attention, but again Night Light taps her on the forehead. Reminds her to focus. Cadance has no say over what they do to her.

But she’s not helpless. She tries squeezing his cock with her tongue. Twisting her head. Dipping her head slowly, and bobbing quickly. She pulls her lips back all the way to the tip, and kisses his cock. She looks up, making sure he’s watching her, then plunges her lips as far down as she can. His cock throbs against the back of her throat, threatening to make her gag.

“Fuck, Cadance!” Night Light groans. “I thought this was your first cock. Do the teachers at school give you lots of practice?”

Her eyes narrow, and she does it again, then again. Kisses the tip, then tries to kiss his crotch. When she pulls back he grunts and squirts precum over her tongue. And when he tries to thrust into her mouth she leans back, staying in control. Ha! He’s not so intimidating now!

“Urgh,” he groans. “Velvet, dear. I need an assist! She’s wily.”

A weight lands on Cadance’s back, scrambles to find balance. Cadance gasps, clenching her hindlegs to hold Velvet up. Velvet’s humping her back, and leaning her weight forward. She rests her forehooves on Cadance’s shoulders, and balances between her flared wings. Like she’s a foal and Cadance is about to fly her around. Cadance looks up. She can see a puff of purple and white hair at the top of her vision.

“Don’t move, dear. This part’s tricky.” She grabs Cadance’s head and holds her still.

What—

A mouthful of hot saliva surrounds her horn. Cadance squeals around Night Light’s cock. Nearly comes. Still nearly shish kabobs Velvet, even with the warning. But Velvet doesn’t stumble, just starts fellating Cadance. Showing her how a real cocksucker works. Tongue. Hot pressure, then suction, then cold breaths. Long, languid licks up one side. So much drool that it slides down her horn, soaks into her mane. So many conflicting sensations that she’s shorting Cadance’s brain.

Night Light’s cock touches the back of her throat, then slides back out. He thrusts in and out of her mouth, now that she can’t stop him. Starts fucking her mouth. She whimpers, trying to hold back, trying to get free, but the two of them are past teasing. They’re fucking her. His big cock spreads her lips wide, as he squirts more and more of his delicious precum in her mouth, enough that she’s drooling some down his legs. His balls tap under her chin. Every breath she struggles for is thick with his musk. This. This is her punishment for waking Shining. If so, she’ll wake him every night.

And Velvet humps her spine, slapping her rump on Cadance’s back. Like she’s mounting Cadance, even as she tries to suck the magic right out of Cadance. Her orgasm presses up against her, a solid weight threatening to crush her. Fuck. She’s gonna come. She’s gonna come. She’s gonna come in front of these two ponies whom she barely knows—gonna drool all over one’s balls and skewer the other’s throat and squirt all over the carpet and then quite likely pass out.

She hears Night Light saying something—probably teasing her, or romancing his wife—but she can’t hear him over the roar in her ears. Her horn is throbbing, like Night Light’s cock. Fuck. Fuck! She’s gonna—

Cadance comes with a whoosh. She twitches, skidding her hooves across the floor. Almost collapsing under Velvet’s weight. Her core muscles clench and unclench. Her cunt spasms, squirting everywhere. Her orgasm burns outwards from her groin and forehead and wings, all across her body, flooding her veins with hormonal chemicals and pure pleasure. For a few moments her whole world is cock, cunt, and mouth.

After a while, she hears Night Light asking, “ . . . you still with us?”

She opens her eyes. Her vision is dizzy and full of dark blue abdomen. There’s a cock in her mouth, still, somehow. Lazily thrusting in and out of her lips, just a bit. She looks up. Night Light is looking down at her, concerned. He’s blushing, finally. Panting slightly. She can feel a tingle under her chest: somepony’s magic, supporting her weight. Keeping her neck comfortable, so she just has to hold her mouth open for him to fuck.

And the weight on her back is gone. Velvet is nuzzling her rump, carefully licking around her sore pussy. Cleaning up what must be a huge, slick mess. Along with her wine, and all that drool, she’s making a disaster of their carpet. This whole night is a disaster.

She smiles around his cock. Ce-lestia, she feels good.

“Cadance?” Night Light asks.

Cadance gulps a mouthful of saliva and precum and manages to groan, “Mmm hmm?”

“Good—” Night Light grunts. “That’s good. Velvet can be—Mmm—can be very focused when she wants to.” He jerks forward and squirts more precum over her tongue. “And watching you come—You’re so hot, Cadance. You don’t understand just how much I want to fuck you. If your mouth is this good then I cannot wait to fuck your tight little cunt.”

Her tight little cunt that Velvet is licking again. She’s getting fucked from both ends.

“Mmm hmm . . . ” Cadance groans, as his cock slides across her tongue. She meets so many stallions who want to fuck a Princess, but she’s never met one who might actually do so.

She swallows another mouthful. Night Light groans, then grabs the tip of her wing with a hoof and bites it, gently. Correction—she’s never met a stallion who’s definitely going to fuck her. Every night she sits for them, from now on, if she can manage it.

He grunts, holds his breath for a moment. “Fuck, Cadance. I love your mouth. I’m gonna come,” he pants, clenching his eyes shut. “I’m gonna come. So much. Where do you want it? In your mouth? Maybe on your face? Or do you want to lay back so I can fuck you? Hurry!”

Cadance snorts in surprise, her thoughts finally catching up with reality. She looks up in alarm.

Velvet grabs her rump and presses her forward, shoves her face into his crotch, making the decision for her. She struggles, but it’s too late. It’s gonna be her throat. Night Light grabs her head and holds her in place, thrusts into her mouth, again and again. Fucking her mouth, splashing a disgusting mix of saliva and precum all over the floor. His cum-filled balls smack against her chin. He’s gonna come. How much does he come? It must be a lot. All that spunk, boiling and eager to fill her mouth and flow down her throat, or splash over her face and down her chest, marking his territory. Or fill her cunt to the brim and then some, until it’s dripping down her legs. Fuck. Her earlier orgasm wasn’t enough. Just a sampler. She won’t be satisfied with swallowing his cum and having her horn sucked. She needs more. She needs him to fuck her.

“Don’t move!” he grunts. “Just—” Night Light grabs at her mane, and pulls her close, shoves his cock to the back of her mouth and his crotch up against her nose, blocking her air. “Just take it like a good little filly!”

Cadance stomps at the floor, desperate for more than just a gasping breath. Velvet stops pretending and simply presses on her backside, holding her in place. Cadance is trapped between Velvet’s mouth and Night Light’s crotch.

Cadance feels his cock swell, feels his balls pull tight.

Night Light grunts, exclaims, “Oh, fuck!”

And Cadance discovers her parents have failed to warn her that Unicorn spunk is heavy with teekay.

A jet of warmth splashes against the back of her throat, hot and tingling. He jerks, shoving her head back until his cock is nestled on her tongue. Another flood of cum, this time filling her mouth and covering her tongue. Crackling with teekay. Like she’s drinking a hot, thick, fizzy drink. She has to keep gulping or else she’s going to choke. But each swallow seems to conjure more spunk for her to drown in, splattering over her tongue and inside her cheeks. She can’t swallow fast enough. Cum dribbles out from the seal her lips are making with his cock, runs down her chin. She tries to shove him away, leans back, and loses her balance. Night Light’s dick slides free of her lips just in time to squirt a gooey mouthful of spunk at her face, coating her nose and cheek in it. Coughs wrack her body. Velvet grabs her shoulders, holds her still, keeps her from falling on her back. Cadance slumps back in her hold, watches him loom over her body. His cock spits a rope of cum clean over her head, splashing against her horn and dribbling into her mane.

“Argh!” he groans. “Fuck.” He grabs his cock and teases out the last bit of his orgasm directly onto her belly. It just keeps coming. “Fu-hu-huck.”

With a sigh Night Light drops back onto all fours.

Cadance coughs and rolls onto her side, panting for breath. Her whole body is tingling. She can feel it running down her face and dripping onto the carpet, can feel her own cum trailing down her legs and matting her tail. Disgusting. She wants more.

Night Light and Velvet stand over her, staring at her like starving workhorses before their meals. Night Light’s erection throbs between his legs, still angry and drooling cum all over the floor. And there’s a sparkle of wetness slicking Velvet’s inner thighs. There’s even a shiny hint of semen in her hair—she was right behind Cadance when he came. Oh, Celestia. They’re both so—so hot. So messy. So deviant. The two of them violated her without a second thought. They could devour her if she gave them the chance.

“Please,” she whimpers, sliding her hoof down her stomach to rub her cunt.

Night Light watches her lewd spectacle. For a moment he looks ready to fuck her after all. Then he looks up at something outside of Cadance’s admittedly limited field of view and clicks his tongue. “Cadance, dear, I think it’s time we took you home.”

She whines, “No! Fuck me. Please. I’ll be good. I promise.” She’s so horny. Pathetically desperate. And she hates that she sounds this way. “I’ll—I’ll let you come inside me!”

Night Light cocks an eyebrow. “Let me?”

She blanches. “Er—I didn’t mean—”

“Cadance, dear,” Velvet says, shaking her head. “That would be far too irresponsible of us. It’s a school night, and you need your rest. If you stayed here—” she smiles, showing a mouthful of what should probably be fangs, “—you won’t get any sleep at all.”

Cadance groans, arching her back at the thought. Night Light and Velvet probably could fuck her all night. Could probably fill her and stretch her and kiss her and fuck her and fuck her and fuck her all night long. “You—you can’t make me leave,” she begs. “Not now.” Panting, she pushes herself up into a sitting position and says, “What . . . what about Velvet?” She stops rubbing her pussy to point at Velvet. “She didn’t come yet!”

Night Light and Velvet share a look. “Is that so? And you think you can help?”

“Of—Of course! It’s my special talent!”

Velvet smiles gently, and cups Cadance’s cheek. “You’ve never gone down on a mare before, have you?”

Cadance slumps. She looks at the floor and shakes her head no.

“Oh, that’s okay!” Velvet says. “Don’t worry. I’ll be happy to teach you.”

Velvet leans close and licks Cadance’s cheek, cleaning away some of the cum. Cadance twists her head, kissing her. Velvet’s tongue licks at her lips, and she eagerly opens her mouth. Her lips are hot, and taste like fruit. Everything about her kiss is overwhelming. The slow, relentless pace she sets. The tongue licking up all the cummy saliva in Cadance’s mouth. The way she leans over Cadance, pushing her back. It’s like she’s fucking her with a kiss.

Cadance reaches up to grab her, but Velvet backs away from Cadance, turns and flicks her tail up. Cadance stares, ignoring even the weight of Night Light grabbing her hips and settling his chest on her back. Velvet looked so perfectly composed from the front. Her cunt is dripping wet, down her legs, and she smells so turned on, so warm. Cadance has never been face-to-cunt so closely before.

Cadance doesn’t wait to be told what to do.

Part Three

Twilight explains, “The next time she sat us, after putting us to bed for the night, Cadance bent herself over the dining room table, started hoofing herself, and waited for mom and dad.”

Twilight sighs, eyes closed, and slumps against Shining’s pillows. “That time I was awake. I heard everything. I think mom finally walked her home sometime after midnight. Though carried might be more appropriate.”

He’s so busy digesting her story that it takes a couple moments for him to notice that she’s slowly rubbing her crotch. “Twilight!” Shining yelps, looking away. “What the hay!? Stop it!”

“What? Urgh. I’m horny. Maybe if I come I can get some sleep. I know you are, too. What’s the problem?”

“I’m—You’re my—” he stammers. “You don’t—”

“I don’t what?” she demands. “Masturbate? Get off? Please. I’m not your baby sister anymore, Shining. Ah . . . ”

For a few moments the sounds of their parents fucking his crush mix with Twilight’s little grunts and whimpers. His mom moans and says something. Twilight gasps and nods her head, muttering under her breath. His dad laughs.

It’s awful. Listening to his parents molest his little sister is even worse than listening to them molest his fillyfriend. And if he can’t find the will to stop Twilight, how is he supposed to handle Cadance the next time she sits them?

He looks between his legs. Once again his dick is betraying him. It used to be his best friend.

“Oh, Shiny,” Twilight groans, following his gaze. “Are you getting turned on again?”

“No!” He whirls around so she can’t see. “No, it’s not—it’s not like that.”

“Poor Shining Armor. Do you need help? I can make it all better,” she sings. “It must be so hard being the only pony in this house that Cadance won’t fuck.”

She crawls up behind him, drapes her forelegs over his shoulders. He can smell her pussy juices on her hoof. She says from right beside his ear, “You’re not the only one she plays with. And almost every night. She’s a real pervert. Unfortunately she doesn’t have a dick, but she’s real good with her tongue, and her magic. And she’s so soft . . . Have you ever run your hoof through her chest fluff? I have actually fallen asleep on her chest. Too bad mom and dad never let her stay the night.”

Cadance has never let him cuddle with her. Well—he’s never asked.

Twilight sighs. “We talk about everything. You know, filly talk. When you’re not around. I bet I know exactly what mom and dad are doing to her.” Twilight shuffles them to the side so Shining’s facing where his parents’ bed is.

Cadance is on their bed, on her back, according to Twilight. Her hips are over the edge so dad can fuck her. She’s got her knees spread wide, giving him all the room he wants. He needs it. He’s really rough when he fucks her. It’s how she likes it. He puts his weight into it. The only reason she isn’t yelling is because mom’s sitting on her face, facing dad. Twilight bets their parents are making out, when they’re not saying such naughty things about Cadance. Or maybe one of them is sucking the other’s horn. Oh, yeah. Ponies can do that. Cadance does that to Twilight sometimes. It’s really good.

“Do you want me to suck your horn, Shiny?” Twilight asks, in the same sweet voice she uses when she asks Cadance to read her a story, or help with homework. “Or do you want to suck Cadance’s horn? She’ll let you, I bet. You just need to tell her.”

Shining clenches his eyes shut, but he can’t block her voice or the sounds from down the hall.

And if she’s not on her back . . . Cadance must be kneeling between dad’s legs, giving him a blowjob. Ha! Those lips that kiss Shining good night are busy kissing dad’s cock good night, too. Sometimes she finds a way to suck his cock before he and mom leave for the night. Shining has probably tasted his dad’s cum, only a few minutes old, once or twice. She’s really good at it. She can fit most of dad’s cock in her mouth but there’s still a little bit that’s dry, that she can’t manage. Dad’s got a huge cock. Of course he does. Shining has to have seen it once or twice. That’s why Cadance loves when they fuck her. And if she’s buried her face in dad’s lap then mom must be eating her out.

Twilight’s hoof is on his dick, somehow. Stroking him. She’s got her weight on his back and her chin on his shoulder, and is slowly hoofing him. He grips the sheets beneath his butt and tries not to cry out. He’s so horny. He can’t bring himself to stop her, no matter how wrong this is. He’s too weak. And she’s taking advantage of his weakness to . . . to do what? Tease him? Torment him?

Get him to fuck her?

She nuzzles his cheek, licks him, and whispers, “Kiss me.”

“What?”

His little sister grabs his chin, turns his face, and kisses him.

“Mmph—Wait. Stop!” he yelps, pulling himself free. He whirls around to face her and her smug smile. “Stop. Why are you acting like this?”

“Don’t you want to?”

“That—” he splutters. “That doesn’t matter. I can’t. You’re my sister.”

“It’s a little too late to be playing big brother, big brother.” She cocks an eyebrow. “And you’re one to talk.”

“Well—Cadance is different. She’s—” How is it different, again? “She doesn’t take advantage of me!”

“Uh, huh.” Twilight rolls her eyes. “Oh, Shiny. You’re right, you know. She’s so gentle, so caring. Sometimes I want that, too. But listening to her and mom and dad, thinking about what they’re doing to her right now . . . I really miss getting fucked.”

He slumps. Of course. “Who?” he asks, afraid of the answer. It’s not dad, and not him. Some colt from school? A Unicorn friend of hers? A professor? Whoever it is, Shining will beat him up. “Who?!” he demands.

“Carpenter, obviously.”

Shining’s jaw drops. “No . . . ”

Twilight nods solemnly. “It’s true. He used to rape me. Over and over . . . Every time he sat for us. When he put me to bed . . . when you weren’t home . . . or when you were sick, already asleep in bed, or just plain not watching out for your little sister’s well-being—”

“No!” Shining exclaims, pointing at her. “You’re—you’re lying!” She has to be. He wouldn’t. She’s never liked him. And if she’s lying about Carpenter, then she must be lying about Cadance, and his parents too. Maybe tonight really is Cadance’s first time, and—and maybe he still has time to save her. “He wouldn’t do that! How could you?!”

“Hmph,” she scoffs. “Well, fuck you, too. You make it sound like it’s my fault he fucked me.” She shrugs. “Well . . . eventually it was. I guess. I did beg him, once or twice. Towards the end, before Cadance showed up. Because, Shiny—maybe you didn’t know this, but Carpenter fucked me so good. Over and over. Night after night. Every time he sat us, whenever he could get me alone. He made me suck his dick. He grabbed me by the hips and fucked me. He sat me on his lap and hoofed me while I pretended to read some tedious picture book. He came on my face and in my mouth and all over my cunt and even in my tail. It’s why I started taking so many baths. And his cum tasted so good. Thankfully, since I drank it almost every visit.”

“No,” he whispers. “I would’ve seen it. I would’ve noticed!”

She laughs. “All you ever noticed was whether he paid attention to you or not. You didn’t notice when he took me to the bathroom for twenty whole minutes. Or when he sent you outside to do some mindless chore, and got really mad when you finished early. Or all those times he invited his real friends over. Besides, I bet you would’ve watched, if you’d known. You just found out your fillyfriend is getting railed by other ponies, and your only response is to be quiet and listen. You would have acted all upset and betrayed, but you would’ve sat and hoofed yourself to the sight of your best friend fucking your little sister senseless.”

She looks pointedly at his cock, proving her point.

He covers his cock with a foreleg and points at her with the other. “Why—”

She sighs. “Oh, Shining . . . I was just starting to like other ponies, and there were all these confusing changes going on in my body . . . You don’t know what it’s like, being a young mare, Shiny. Sometimes your body wants things it really shouldn’t want. Like diiiiick~” she sings. “Have you ever seen a large stallion and wondered how his gut would feel pressing you down, face first, into the ground? Have you ever wanted a pony to pull your hair and bite your neck? Have you ever woken up, sore and flushed and too horny to think? I have. Carpenter didn’t intimidate me. I’m not scared of some simple colt. I’m scared of my own body. So, no, I didn’t stop him. Once I figured out what was going on—once I realized it wasn’t what babysitters did, that it wasn’t right, that I could stop him—I didn’t even want to. I let him rape me. Use me. Oh, I kept fighting him. I couldn’t really tell him I wanted his cock in my mouth and his balls on my face and his cum splashing down my chin. Or that I wanted him to bring his best friend back so they could both fuck me senseless and drown me in cum. So I teased him. Sometimes I’d let him find me reading a book on my bed, lying on my stomach, with my legs spread and my tail flicked out of the way. Or I’d find some reason to bend over for him. I spilled drinks, knocked things over, and even backed into him accidentally. When he tried to rape me, I’d struggle just enough to make him mad. Once I grudgingly told him mom needed me to take a bath, and that he had to draw one for me, and could he wash my mane for me, and maybe between my legs? We made such a mess that night. There was bathwater everywhere, and I swallowed so much cum. We almost got caught so many times. It was so hot. And sometimes, Shiny—sometimes I was just so mean. I feel bad for Carpenter. He was just as helpless as you are, and it was all my fault.”

She slinks toward him. Shining tries to back up but hits the wall behind him. Trapped. He gulps.

Twilight doesn’t notice or care how he feels. She touches his cock, grabs it lightly, and starts stroking him absently. “The nights he didn’t rape me were worse than the nights he did. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t concentrate. I was whiny and irritable and bratty—just like you are most of the time. Sure you are. Even Cadance thinks so. You complain when she can’t come over, or when you have to go to bed, or when you think mom and dad treat me too nicely. Life must be really hard for you, Shining Armor. But I’m a filly going through puberty. It sucks for mares. All you colts get are boners that you can’t hide, and nopony blames you for those. I’m so jealous.” She looks at his cock, licks her lips. “Oh, if all I got were boners I’d never stop hoofing myself. I’d spill my messy, sticky cum all over the house. I’d drown Cadance in spunk. Heh, you'd probably start waking up to my dick in your mouth. Instead everything hurts, and it’s so hard to get myself off. The last couple months with Carpenter, I was the one raping him. Can you imagine that?” she whispers in his ear.

Shining shudders. He can imagine it. Twilight is . . . stubborn. Driven. Good with a hoof. And so cute, if he can stop denying it to himself for a moment. Yeah. He can really imagine it.

Twilight lets go of his cock and sighs. “I had everything I needed. Stress relief. Attention. Distraction. A stallion to fuck me through puberty. It was perfect.”

Twilight smiles pretty at him, then strikes the wall beside his head and glares at him.

“And then you complain once—once!—about how you don’t want him to babysit you anymore. And Carpenter goes away, replaced with this bimbo whore,” she spits, “who gets way more dick than I do. Who’s skinny and beautiful and sexy without trying. Who breezed through puberty with the grace of a swan. Who won’t stop gushing about all the stallions that fuck her, now that mom and dad started introducing her to their friends. Who’s an actual fucking Princess! When we’re together stallions stare at her, and I’m just this tiny little filly in her shadow. You don’t even notice me anymore. Neither you nor dad. You only care about Cadance! Well, lucky you. What am I supposed to do, huh?” She grabs him and shoves him against the wall. “Tell me!”

“Ahh!” Shining hisses. “Twilight!”

Twilight releases him, breathing hard. “I’m sorry. I know it’s not your fault. I’m sure this is all so strange. Cadance is a whore. She doesn’t really love you. It’s probably mom and dad’s fault. Finding out had to hurt. But you need to grow up, Shiny. You need to make it up to me. You need to help me. What should I do? I really don’t know. Should I just pretend to be normal again? That colts are yucky, and that all I care about are books? I don’t think I can do that. I need a stallion, Shiny. Maybe it’s time I stop mourning Carpenter and start looking for somepony else. It can’t be anypony at school, or else they’d all call me a slut, and Princess Celestia would never accept a slut as her apprentice. I’d ask you—” she laments, “but you’re too proud and squeamish to help your little sister, and anyways you’ve got Cadance to fuck you when you need it. Oh, wait, she doesn’t fuck you, does she? She fucks me. Whenever I ask. But she’s lacking a vital piece of equipment. Well, whatever. Maybe I should ask daddy for help?” she wonders, touching her chin and pretending to think real hard about it. “It sounds like he knows how to treat little fillies. Can you believe he’s still fucking her? And unlike you, he loves me. He wouldn’t stop until I was really helped. He wouldn’t be squeamish. He and mom would move Canterlot to help me. But I don’t think I can put up with their judging. So—maybe I should just go to daddy’s work and meet the stallions he marshals. Surely some of Celestia’s Castle Guard would want to fuck me, right? I’ve always liked a stallion in armor. It looks so powerful. So strong and brave and grown up. I bet it wouldn’t be too hard to find somepony who’s into little fillies like me. But what if it’s not just one of them? What if a bunch of those sweaty, disgusting Guards decide to fuck me at once? I’ve never been in a gangbang before. Do they hurt? Can you say no? Can you stop when you’re done?” she asks, then leans close and whispers, “I hope not.”

Shining gulps. It’s too much. “Please, stop,” he says.

“Hey, Shining. Don’t you want to be a Castle Guard one day? What would you do if a filly my age wandered into your barracks, turned around, and flashed her tiny filly pussy at you? Would you fuck her? Would you hurt her?”

“I, uh, I don’t—”

She scowls. “Yeah, I know you don’t know. You don’t know anything. If something isn’t presented on a silver platter you don’t know what to do, do you?”

“I don’t—”

“You can’t even manage to operate Cadance properly. The rest of us have figured it out. Stop whining about it and just fuck her!”

“Don’t—”

“Come on, Shining. Be a stallion for once!”

“Hey!” he snaps, shoving her back. “Why are you being such a bitch? It’s not my fault you’re so fucked up!”

He freezes.

Twilight leans back, eyes wide.

“Ah!” Shining waves his forelegs, panics. “I didn’t mean that. I shouldn’t’ve—You’re not—Twilight, I’m—”

“—right,” Twilight finishes, no longer looming over him. She looks stunned. Like she’s remembering what’s going on. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” She slides off the bed, slumps, her ears flat and her posture tiny. “Good night, Bee-bee-bee-eff-eff.” Then she’s gone, gently closing the door behind her.

Shining blinks. It’s so quiet all of a sudden.

“Good night, Twilight,” Shining mutters. He’s left alone with a throbbing erection, the sounds of lovemaking sliding in from down the hall, and a burning sensation of guilt. He’s fucked up, again. Not just tonight but, if what she said about Carpenter was true, for years now. She’s not lying. Twilight’s a terrible liar. It all fits. The way she never made eye contact with Carpenter, which Shining thought was rude. The way she got so stressed when he sat them, which Shining never understood. The way Carpenter leered at her and perved on her and joked about fucking her, which Shining always tried to ignore.

After a moment he flops back, stares at the ceiling. Crap. Leave it to Twilight to make an awful night even worse and make him feel tiny and insignificant. But she’s right, of course. She always is. Shining does wait for things to be presented to him on silver platter. His dad will get him into the Guard Academy. His mom makes sure he’s well fed and entertained. They hired a babysitter that takes care of him, even if he’s too old to need one. And it’s not Twilight’s fault Shining has been acting like a naive colt.

No more. He knows what to do.

Shining slides off his bed and leaves his room, slinks down the hall. This close there might as well not be a door between him and Cadance. He can already see her. She’s riding his dad, her forelegs balanced on his chest and her wings unfurled. Or maybe she’s on her back, with his mom sitting on her face and his dad buried between her legs. They’ve been at it for so long, she’s probably come a bunch of times. And maybe she’s covered in his dad’s cum—

Wow. Shining really is fucked.

He stops, faces the door. He’s mad, but not at her. He’s mad that he was so naive. That he never noticed. That he never stood up for himself.

Shining could go back to his bed and pretend to forget everything that’s happened. It wouldn’t be the first time. It’s not like he can fix anything by confronting her. And he’s exhausted, mentally and physically.

But the next time he sees her—

No. Twilight was right. He can’t wait for ponies to make decisions for him. He has to take responsibility. He has to start acting like a stallion.

He knocks.

Twilight’s magic immediately blooms over her door and lets him in. At first he doesn’t see her. It’s dark, and she’s not on her bed or at her desk. He steps inside. Here his parents and Cadance are much louder, and much more vulgar. No wonder Twilight couldn’t sleep.

“Twilight?” he whispers, approaching the bed trying to spot her. There—a flash of pink. He climbs onto the bed and peers down at her. She’s squeezed herself between the wall and her bed, hugging herself. She always finds the tiniest spaces when she’s upset.

“If you’re here to yell at me,” she whispers, glancing at him before staring at the floor, “don’t bother.”

“I’m not mad,” he admits. “Er. Are you comfortable down there? Do . . . do you want to sit with me?”

She scowls, but lifts a foreleg. He reaches for her, helps her climb up and out of the hole she put herself in. Once she’s up she settles into her pillows and sighs. “I would be. If you came into my room and told me I was a bad sister.”

“I’m not gonna—”

“I know.”

Sitting there, Twilight doesn’t look like a monster, or a bully, or a filly who’s had to grow up too quickly. She just looks like Twilight: the smart, obsessive, and frantic little sister he’s known almost all his life. The little sister who’s always been there for him.

And he wasn’t there for her. When she got scared about her body. When she suffered under the pressure to succeed, self-imposed or otherwise. When Carpenter took away her innocence. It doesn’t matter whether she liked it or not. He should have been there for her.

“Twilight,” he croaks. Fuck. He’s about to cry. After Cadance, his parents, and Carpenter, this is what breaks him? How much he loves his sister?

When he doesn’t say anything more she looks at him. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Twilight!”

Her scowls softens. After a moment she smiles a small, sympathetic smile and reaches for him. He slides into her grasp to hug her. She’s so warm. And smooth. And kind, when she tries.

“It’s okay.” Twilight squeezes him tightly, holds him still, and rubs her cheek against his. “I love you, Shining.”

“Twilight, I’m so sorry—”

She shushes him. “It’s okay.”

“No! No. You were right,” he mumbles into her shoulder. “I let you down. I’m helpless without everypony. I’m useless.”

“Me too, you big dummy,” she whispers, kissing his forehead. “So is everypony.”

He laughs.

She nuzzles his cheek, then kisses him. He’s stunned. But it’s gentle. Caring. Almost familial, if families opened their mouths, licked their lips, and tasted each other’s teeth. She really has grown up. “Oh, Shiny,” she breathes. The stress drains from her body, as she slumps against him. For a few moments, she seems content to just kiss him. And he’s more okay with it than he had expected. It’s an intimacy Cadance has never given him. She reaches her hoof down his side, stroking his barrel.

“Twilight . . . ”

“Shh, just let me do this. Please.”

She wiggles against him, keeps making out with him. She may be his sister but she’s having an effect. It doesn’t help that he can hear his parents and Cadance still. He winces. She must be able to feel his growing erection pressing against her inner thigh, must be able to feel the heat pouring off of him.

“Are you turned on, Shining?” she whispers, shifting her weight. “From listening to them?”

He nods.

“Or from me?” she asks, poking him.

He nods.

“You poor stallion.” Twilight gently lays him back and climbs atop him, propped up on her forelegs, so she’s kneeling over his waist. His erection is jutting up between them, while her tail is flicking across his knees. “Getting off listening to your new fillyfriend fucking other ponies. From your sister making out with you. You’re such a pervert. What if your friends found out?” she teases. “What if mom and dad found out?”

“Sh—shut up,” he whines, looking away.

She giggles. “It’s okay, Shining. Haven’t you figured it out, yet?” She leans down to nuzzle his forehead. “Everypony in our home is a horny pervert. Mom and dad like young fillies and colts. Cadance is a whore. You like that your fillyfriend has somepony else to make her come.”

“Eh heh . . . What about you?” he asks nervously.

She pouts, not unlike Cadance when she’s about to do something terrible.

“I just want to get fucked by my perverted big brother, Shining,” she whines. “I’m so horny, all the time. Especially now,” she breathes, looking down at his cock. “With this thing so close.”

She shifts her weight and traps his cock between her soft thighs. Squeezes him, then slides up and down, biting her lower lip. Twilight’s already wet, slicking his crotch with her soaking pussy. She smells so good. Like Cadance does when she’s turned on.

“Are you thinking about her?” Twilight whispers, her eyes closed. Can she read his mind, or is he just that predictable? “Me too. I don’t mind if you pretend I’m her. It’s kinda hot. Like—Mmm—like I’m a Princess, actually, and you’re my Prince. Maybe one day? You could be my consort, a pony just for me. Nopony would know who you are. Wouldn’t that be naughty?”

“Ugh,” he grunts. “You have to be a Princess, first.”

“I’m working on it.” She holds onto his shoulders for balance and slides her pussy up and down his shaft. “Hmm. If I were a Princess . . . and you were my Consort . . . I would probably have other lovers. Would you like that? Would you like to watch?”

“Twilight—” he growls.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I’ll stop teasing you,” she lies. Twilight slides her hips back, goes from straddling to lying on top of him. Her smooth stomach rubs down his shaft, like one continuous soft teasing stroke.

“Oh—Ugh!” he grunts, clenching his core.

Twilight ignores his suffering and grabs his cock. “Wow,” she says. “Yours is so different from Carpenter’s. The texture is completely different.”

“Twilight!” he groans.

“Yeah, I know. He liked this, too.” She slides her hoof up and down, starts stroking him. “I’m pretty good, I think. At least, it looks like I am. I ought to be. We did this all the time.” She ducks her head and drools all over his cock. “His cock was a little thicker than yours, but he’s bigger than you are, too, so that’s normal.” She shakes her head. “Even now I still wonder how in Equestria he managed to fuck me way back then. It must’ve been so tight.” She peers closer. “I think I can manage this one.”

Shining purses his lips. He loves his sister. She can be kind and caring. She’s so smart. And she’s going to do amazing things. But sometimes Shining really wishes he could just shut her up.

Maybe she can read his mind, because she holds his cock to her mouth and slips her lips around it, swallows him whole.

“Twilight!” he yells, before slamming his forehoof over his mouth. Literally right behind him are his parents, and they’re wide awake. If he was worried about making noise with Cadance—

Twilight ignores him, just settles into his lap and suckles him. Her whole body slumps, all her muscles relax. She’s smiling, at least as much as she can with a dick in her mouth. He stares in wonder. His dick isn’t that big, but in her diminutive mouth it looks amazing. And it feels so good. Her tongue is firm against his shaft, and his cock head is drowning in a bath of hot, sticky saliva. It’s better than when Cadance did it. Maybe Twilight has more practice.

He whispers, “Do—do you really like doing this?”

She pauses, looks at him, frustrated. Shining immediately regrets asking. She slurps her mouth off his cock and rests her chin beside it. Her ear tickles the side of his shaft. “Yeah, Shining. I really do. Having a cock in my mouth is satisfying. Does that make you uncomfortable? That your little sister likes dick so much? That she wants to swallow your cum?”

“No?” he lies.

“Good,” she says, then grabs his dick and licks right up the underside. “Because if it’s not your dick, I’ll have to find somepony else’s.” She kisses it, gently at first then slowly slobbering over the tip. Drooling all over it. Getting it nice and slick. Swallows it again, suckles gently. And it feels so good. If this is all she does, he’ll come in no time.

Then she reaches for his shoulder and pulls herself up. Looms over him.

“What are you doing?” he asks, shakily.

“I’m gonna fuck you,” she whispers, crawling over him and straddling his waist. “I’m gonna steal your virginity and never give it back. Weird, huh? Because I don’t plan on keeping it.”

“Uh—” He grips the sheets beneath him, watches in awe as their bodies meet. Maybe she can’t tell, but the enormity of what’s about to happen is heavy. Despite how much he begged Cadance, he’s not ready for this. Not by a long shot.

But Twilight would never hurt him. And, yeah, she probably knows what she’s doing. It doesn’t hurt that she looks so fucking hot, propped up over him like this, her entire body exposed, her face desperate. When did his little sister grow up?

“Are you gonna stop me, Bee-bee-bee-eff-eff?” Twilight whispers, angling her hips so his dick is poking at her pussy.

Stop her? Shining’s never been able to stop her. He shakes his head.

“Are you scared?”

He nods. His heart thuds, louder than his parents through the wall.

“Don’t be. Trust me. It’s just sex.” She shifts backwards, presses the head of his cock at just the right angle, grunts, and pushes down his cock.

Suddenly he’s not a virgin anymore. He’s having sex. He’s having sex! With a filly! With his sister—urgh—who’s tight and hot and wet.

“Oh, fu-hu-huck,” she groans, quivering. Grips his shoulders with shaky hooves and settles her crotch against his. “It’s been so long . . . You know, Carpenter never let me be on top. This is so much better.” She twists her hips, exploring what must be surprising nuances and subtle differences between him and Carpenter. Shining wouldn’t know; his pleasure is pretty one-dimensional right now.

“G—glad—” he stammers. “—glad to help.”

She barks out a laugh. “Sorry. Don’t mention Carpenter. Got it.” She works her way down his cock, grunting and breathing hard, then holds herself there. She hovers her face above his. “Fuck. Uh . . . Should I tell you about the time I snuck up on Carpenter in the kitchen and sucked his cock while you were in the living room? He had to bite his forehoof to keep quiet.” She sighs. “Maybe I’ll do that to you, if you want. It’ll be a surprise. Whoa!” she exclaims, looking down at her gut. “Like that, do you? I felt that.”

Shining gurgles.

Twilight pants. “See? You’re such a pervert,” she pants. “You probably were. Before Cadance.” She reaches to wipe a strand of drool hanging off her chin. “I bet if Carpenter had stayed. You would’ve let him. Fuck you as well.”

“Twilight!”

Twilight laughs. “No, of course not. He was way too into. Little fillies to fuck you.” Her speech comes in bursts, when she’s able to speak between stuttering breaths. “He would’ve teased you. Just like Cadance.”

Just like Twilight, Shining thinks.

“Fuck,” she mutters. She grips his shoulders and kisses him. “Or maybe he. Would’ve shared. He liked sharing me. Maybe he would let you kiss me. While he fucked me. If he didn’t have to hide. That’s hot. The two of you—” Kisses him. “—and me—” Another desperate kiss, while her bouncing shakes the bed beneath his ass. “Shiny,” she mutters, biting at his face. “I’m sorry. I don’t think I can hold on very long.”

She’s slapping her rump onto his crotch over and over, sliding up and down his cock on her own. Doing all the work, like she always does. If she doesn’t stop he’s gonna come all inside his little sister. And she’s worried about letting him down? “Me neither,” he grunts.

“Pull—” she pants.

“What?”

“Pull . . . pull my mane,” Twilight insists, tilting her head down.

Shining twists her sweaty mane around his hoof and grabs it, yanks her head back.

“Ahh! Mmm. Mmm. Mmm!” she whimpers.

He dips his head and bites her exposed neck.

She squeaks and comes, clenching his cock and twitching in his lap. Her knees squeeze his hips, holding him tight. She leans back and gasps for breath. She looks just like Cadance does when she comes: uninhibited, arching her back, all curves and sweat and juices flooding his lap. There’s even a pair of glorious purple wings over her back, flared out and majestic on either side of her mane. She’d look pretty with a crown, he decides.

Twilight groans and collapses on his chest with a whoosh. “Wow. Ce-lestia,” she groans. “That’s . . . Oh, fuck. I needed that.”

After a few moments she shifts her weight and starts humping him again. This time with his forehooves on her hips, squeezing her cutie marks and lifting her with each thrust. Her cunt is slicker, hotter. And watching her come, smelling her musk—

“Are you close?” she asks, watching him.

Shining nods, pants. “Yeah. I’m—I’m gonna come—”

“Do it,” she hisses. “Just let it happen.”

“But—”

“I don’t care!” She slams her hips down, crotch to crotch, and rolls her hips. “Please—Just this once. I won’t make you again. Promise. Just this once.”

“Twilight!” His orgasm looms, and he can’t stop it. She’s not stopping. “I’m—”

She grabs his head and kisses him.

He kisses back and clenches his core and thrusts up into her and comes. Feels his orgasm crash over him. All the tension from the evening, from Cadance teasing him and his parents fucking her to his sister growing up so fast just floods from his body. Like he’s coming the stress right out. He presses his hips up, lifting her off the bed and burying himself as deep into her pussy as he can. He can feel his spunk shooting up inside her, filling her up. And he just keeps coming. She whimpers, dips her head and buries it in his neck.

He collapses beneath her, sinks into her bed. Slowly he catches his breath, feels his heart settle. He looks down at the mass of mane on his chest, and slides his hoof up. “Twilight?”

“Mmm?” she sighs, shifting her weight, cocooning him.

“Was that . . . okay?”

She nods, nuzzles his chest. “Perfect. I’m gonna make you do this again. A whole bunch. Maybe then Cadance will realize there’s competition and start treating you better, huh?”

A little of his spunk leaks out of her, slides down his hips. He yelps, and tries to lift her off his lap. “Oh, crap, Twilight, I came—”

“Shh,” she hushes, holding him tight. She’s trembling. “Just be quiet.”

“But—”

“Shh.”

He sighs, and hugs her instead. Dips his head and kisses her forehead. She squeezes him back.

“I love you, Shining.”

“I love you, Twilight.”

She nuzzles his neck, and he feels wetness on his shoulder. She’s crying, a little. Coming down from the high. He might be too. He’s never come so hard. Sometimes he’s come more, but this is like his whole body came, not just his dick. His little sister knows just how to make him come. Carpenter probably never had a chance.

“Twilight,” he mutters, “I’m here for you. Always. If some stallion ever treats you badly, tell me and I’ll—I’ll beat him up!”

Twilight snorts, leans back to wipe her face. “You dork.” She smiles.

He laughs.

It’s quiet in the other room, finally. Their parents are gonna come investigate any moment now. “Uh, Twilight?” At the very least he ought not to get caught with his dick inside his little sister. “I should probably go—”

Twilight grips him tighter and whines, “No! No, no, please—just—” she shudders. “Don’t leave me, Bee-bee-bee-eff-eff. This is nice. Just stay here. Please.” She looks up at him, pouting, and activates her most manipulative little sister eyes. “At least until I fall asleep?”

Really, she’ll only admit to being a little sister when she needs something. If his parents get mad, he can just blame her. He’s too tired to care, either way. He smiles. “Okay. I’ll stay, Ell-ess-bee-eff-eff. For a little bit.”

SCREEEEEEEEE—

Shining wakes to a shriek that leaves him stunned for a few seconds, before he can clamp his forehooves over his ears.

THUMP

CRASH

He cautiously opens his eyes, expecting to find his family home burning and falling apart. Instead all he sees is a purple blur scrambling around her room in a blind panic, which is worse.

“—EEEEEEI’m gonna be late!” Twilight yells.

Shining groans, curls in on himself, still trying to wake up. At least he isn’t under attack—

Twilight grabs him and snarls, “How?!”

“Urgh. What?”

“How could you do this?” she demands, pointing behind him.

What? Shining cranes his neck, looks at the floor. Oh. Maybe he did knock Twilight’s alarm clock onto the floor where it has shattered into a dozen pieces. Maybe it didn’t go off in time. It’s hardly his fault. “Sorry? It’s not a big deal. We’ve still got plenty of time—”

She snarls and ignites her horn, filling the tiny room with her particular hue of crackling purple.

Shining scrambles out of her grip, falls off the bed, and leaps out of her room, landing on his backside. The door closes behind him. He listens to her tear apart her room in a madness. She’s probably going to wind up wasting more time panicking than if she’d just gotten up like a normal pony. What a weirdo. At least he’s out of danger for now.

“Good morning, dear.”

Shining freezes, then slowly looks over his shoulder. His mom is standing behind him, with a gentle smile, indecipherable eyes, and all the power of a mother at her disposal.

Fuck.

“Good . . . morning?” he says, trying not to look too guilty. There’s no way his mom didn’t see him tumble out of Twilight’s room and there’s no good reason he should have been in there so early. Of course a normal mom wouldn’t think he and his sister had spent the night together after fucking each other unconscious, but then apparently his mom isn’t all that normal. And she always knows. “Did Twilight wake you up?” he asks, casually.

“No, she didn’t. We’ve been up for a little while.” His mom smiles and reaches down to help him up. “Your dad’s making breakfast. Don’t wait too long!”

She slips past him in the narrow hallway and heads down stairs, humming as she goes.

That’s it? She’s way too cheerful for a mom who just caught her son sneaking out of her daughter’s bedroom. And far too cheerful for a pony who supposedly spent most of the night having sex.

He frowns. Usually just thinking about his parents and sex in the same thought is enough to gross him out. Now he’s just annoyed.

Whatever. He yawns, wipes the gunk out of his eyes, and stumbles downstairs, following the smell of hashbrowns and roasted apples.

Maybe his mom didn’t spend the night having sex with Cadance and his dad. And if not, there’s a chance he completely misunderstood what was going on last night. Maybe Twilight really was lying. Maybe he still has a shot with—

Cadance is sitting at the kitchen table.

Shining skids to a stop right before the squeaky stair. Why is she here? Why is Cadance still here? Didn’t she go home last night? Now he feels queasy. He was supposed to have time to sort his feelings. This feels like an ambush. But he can still escape. Turning around and going back to his own bed feels pretty tempting now.

He steps the final step, wincing when it squeaks, then enters the kitchen. His dad is standing at the stove, finishing breakfast. He’s chatting quietly with mom, who’s sitting at the table beside Cadance. And Cadance . . . Shining walks into the kitchen, finally facing Cadance.

Compared to the day before, Cadance looks like death. Her mane and tail are tangled messes. Her eyes are bloodshot. She’s staring off into space, her mouth slightly open. She needs a bath. And she’s holding her mug of coffee in her hooves, instead of using her teekay. When Shining steps up and says hi the only reaction he gets is a slow blink. Something terrible has happened.

But she’s got a real dopey smile on her face. Ce-lestia. Mom and dad really did a number on her.

A purple blur rushes down the stairs and through the kitchen, nearly knocking Shining over. “Hi, Cadance! Bye, Cadance!” Twilight yells. “C’mon, Shiny!” She’s out the door before he can answer.

“Oh, Twilight.” Mom shakes her head and smiles. “Shiny, dear, do you want some breakfast before you go rescue your sister?”

He nods, sitting at the table, and stares at his hooves. Any other day and he’d be excited to see Cadance. He’d want to tell her about his day, and talk about comics and the Wonderbolts, and maybe, when nopony’s looking, ogle her a little. Even at her worst she looks like a Princess. And so sexy. But he can’t even bring himself to look at her. There’s supposed to be this Cadance-sized hole inside him, right? Like she’s dumped him, or something. Angry. He expected to be angry. She all but lied to him. And mom and dad have kept all of this hidden from him for months. Instead he just feels resigned.

“Oh! Hi, Shiny.”

He looks up. Cadance is smiling at him. “Um. Hi.”

His dad floats a plate of breakfast in front of him. It smells amazing. “I hope we didn’t wake you up when we got home.”

Shining shrugs, carefully not glancing at his mom. Act casual. At least the food is good. More extravagant than their normal schoolday breakfasts.

“Did you . . . did you spend the night?” Shining asks Cadance. Of course she did. But he can’t bring himself to ask how late she was up getting fucked. Or why she didn’t leave like she promised.

She sips her coffee and nods. “Your mom and dad got back pretty late last night—yawn—so they invited me to stay here. How fun is that?”

“Yeah, that’s . . . yeah. Really fun. Cool.”

His dad floats breakfast down for the rest of them, and sits on Cadance’s other side. “We didn’t want her walking home so late,” he explains, rubbing Cadance’s shoulder. She sighs.

Shining gulps, quickly looks back at his food. The three of them chatter about nothing. It’s just a normal family breakfast. Like last night didn’t even happen and today is just another day. But his parents are just waiting for him to leave. The three of them are sitting together, with Cadance sandwiched in the middle, looking less and less dead to the world. More and more excited. Nervous. Mom has her hoof on her withers, gently rubbing at Cadance’s wing joints. And dad is blatantly nuzzling her.

Cadance catches him looking and smiles, like she and Shining are sharing some sort of secret. Which one? That he and she have been fooling around? Or that he and Twilight fucked? Maybe she’s trying to tell him about herself and his parents. Literally overnight his family has grown incredibly complicated.

She winks.

“I’m done,” he mutters, slipping from the table. Any longer and he’ll have to watch the three of them go from nuzzling to fondling. Or he’ll say something he’ll regret. He rushes upstairs and hides in his bedroom. Feels his heart racing. Feels out of control. Last night, when he felt out of control, Twilight helped him, in her own way. What would Twilight do?

She’d tell him to stop being such a whiny bitch, for one. To stop complaining and whining and expecting things to come to him. So he can’t tell them to stop, can’t ask mom and dad to stop fucking his fillyfriend. Twilight would tell him to be a fucking stallion for once, and to take what he wants.

And despite everything, what he wants is Cadance. It’s always been Cadance. No matter how imperfect she might be. No matter how infatuated she may be with his parents. She’s going to fuck other ponies, and may never fuck him. She keeps secrets. And sometimes she can be hurtful. But so can Shining, when he isn’t careful. He has his own secrets. And he just slept with Twilight—his little sister! He’s not so much better than she is.

He looks at the comic book Cadance brought, just for him.

Cadance isn’t some bimbo whore. She’s funny. Clever. Shares interests with Shining and takes care of Twilight. None of that’s changed.

And if he can convince her to stop letting his parents abuse her? There’s something satisfying about being a knight in shining armor—

“Oh, I get it.”

—and trying to save the Princess in peril, even if it is a lost cause.

Of course, he realizes with a smile, Twilight would also tell him to go downstairs and fuck Cadance. But he’s not sure he’s ready for that level of chivalry.

Shining grabs his homework and heads back downstairs.

In the kitchen, Cadance is sitting between his dad’s knees, the two of them squeezed together on their tiny chair. He’s whispering in Cadance’s ear and rubbing a hoof between her thighs. His mom is leaning against her, kissing her neck. Cadance is panting and wiggling in place, a thick blush burning her cheeks.

Shining gulps, then steps up beside Cadance. Ignoring his parents, he says, “Have a nice day, Cadance.” Before he can chicken out, he reaches up and awkwardly kisses her on the cheek. Then he’s out the door, not waiting to see how everypony reacts.

It’s bright outside. Up ahead is Twilight, sprawled out on the grass, dozing. She’s curled around a pile of school books. It looks like she tripped. He picks her up and plops her on his back, grabs her books with his teekay, and trots off towards school. Wonders what he’ll say when he sees Carpenter, and when Cadance will sit them next.

Just another day.

Author's Note

The End

There—the only time I will ever use a tilde to express a teasing remark. It’s like putting emoji in your manuscript.

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