Sharing With the Family

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.