Mothy & Screwy: Night of Magic
Author's Note
My first story, no one had done this yet, I thought I'd be the first.
Tell me if you ship these two.
Night of Magic
It was a peaceful night in Ponyville, the stars shined across this magical land, and the peaceful ponies were enjoying the sweet sound of harmony.
Within the nicest restaurant, one of the more… peculiar couples were enjoying a night out. Screwball and Mothball had only been married for a month, marriage life was still kind of new to them. But they tried to keep things simple, not taking any big steps yet.
During dinner, Mothball was looking into his wife’s eyes; those beautiful lollipop eyes would always make the boy sigh. Screwball would never get over how funny her husband looks; with his cobweb hair, swish-cheese legs and the beetle shell on his back that his see-through wings were attached to.
“You look wonderful tonight, Screwy.” Mothball commented. She was wearing a beautiful red dress that she had bought from one of her aunt Rarity’s shops, her hair had been tied in a bun and she was wearing a hair band. The compliment made the earth-pony blush, even though he said stuff like that all the time.
“And you look very handsome tonight, Mothy.” Screwball replied. The former Changeling prince was wearing a dark-blue tuxedo; bowtie and everything, even a little napkin in the chest pocket.
The couple talked and laughed all throughout their meal, when desert came; Screwball thought it was about time to talk more about a topic they had been putting off for some time.
Screwy started with, “Mothy, how long have we been married now?”
“About, a month.” He replied as he took a sip of his drink. “Why’d you ask, Screwy?”
“Well, it’s just; Daddy never let us do anything….physical, while you were living with me in the castle. But now that we’re married and are living on our own; I thought it might be time we visited this topic.”
Small particles of sweat begin to fall from Mothy’s brow, he mutters, “What topic is that?” secretly he knew, but the thought of it made him nervous. “Because if it’s about what I think it is, I don’t know…”
“Sex, Mothy; I’m talking about sex. We all learned about it in school; granted I didn’t like it at the time, but now I know what it’s used for.” She reaches over the table to caress his hoof. “It’s to show the pony you love, just how much you love them.”
Mothball was really warm now, he pulled his collar to let the steam out; he remembered how Discord warned him if he did anything like this, Discord would kill him. “I don’t know Screwy, it’s not that I don’t love you, but I just think that something like that should be discussed more.” He turned the hoof that she was caressing around and let her’s fall into his, they were now holding hooves.
Screwball’s cheeks were red, she muttered, “But Mothy, what if I want to do it? What I want us to try and have sex?”
The Changeling thought about it, she was right about something’s; married couples are expected to do it at some point, and there was no Discord to stop them. Mothball breathed in a heavy breath; then said something he knew he wouldn’t regret, “Okay.”
“What?” Screwy asked.
“Let’s get the check, go home and give this ‘sex’ thing a go.” He smiled awkwardly when these words came out of his mouth. His wife seemed a little excited, she raised her hoof to call the waiter for the check; he couldn’t believe this was actually about to happen.
Once the check was paid for, Screwy hailed a taxi-cart and they were on their way home.
When the Changeling-Pony couple returned home from their night out, they gave each other a smile before walking up to their bedroom.
Once they were inside the small bed chamber, Screwball used her magic to close the door and hang a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door knob. She sat on the end of the bed, looking at her husband with those spiral eyes; she patted the spot next to her, saying to him ‘sit down’.
Once the colt had sat next to his wife, he turned to her; both the cheeks were bright red, they didn’t know where to start. They figured the best place to start was kissing each other; so Mothy looked his wife in the eyes and took the dive.
They both closed the gap between them and shared a long passionate kiss, Screwy wrapped her arms around his neck; he did the same to her. As they kissed, they felt gravity slipping; they both fell onto their bed, with Mothball on top of Screwy. The two of them never stopped kissing; but when Mothy felt her hooves trying to take his jacket off, he stopped kissing and sat back up.
Screwball got up as well, wondering why he broke the mood; Mothball sat on the edge of the bed again and put his face in his hooves.
“Mothy, what’s wrong?” Screwball asked as she sat next to him, rubbing his back with her fore-hoof.
He turned to the mare he loved and replied, “I’m sorry, Screwy. But the thought of us doing this, it makes me feel guilt.” She tried to understand what he meant, he explained, “You’re so innocent, Screwball; us doing this will take the innocent mare I married away, I want you to stay the way you are.”
She understood his thoughts, but then she explained something to him, “Mothball, us having sex, or making love, or whatever you want to call it. I won’t change us, in fact, some say it brings couples closer together.” When she was done, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Let’s try this again, but we’ll take it slow.”
Screwball cupped Mothball’s face and their lips came together again; this time they weren’t forcing each other down, just gently kissing. When their lips parted again, they felt more at ease; so they decided to start the… activities.
Screwy used her magic to begin unbuttoning Mothy’s shirt, and undoing his bowtie; he did the same, his horn lit up and the zipper on the back of her dress began to unzip. When Screwball had finished unbuttoning, she felt inside his shirt and began pushing it off, along with his jacket. Mothball brought the zipper all the way down, he then used his hooves to push the dress off her shoulders. They both stood on the floor to let the clothes fall off them; once their things were piled on the floor, Screwy levitated the hair band of and undid the bun in her mane.
Once her mane fell down to her shoulders, they both looked into each other’s eyes; the both blushed at the fact they were both naked, even though this was how they usually saw each other. Screwball crawled back onto the bed and placed her head on the pillow, pulling the quilt over her body.
Mothball walked to his side of the bed, he moved the covers out of the way and crawled in next to her. He had his head against the pillow and the quilt over his body, he was just staring at the ceiling.
For a whole minute, the both just lied there, neither of them saying a word.
Screwball was tired of waiting, so she turned to her husband; she propped her head up with her hoof and said, “Well, are we doing this or are you just going to lie there?” Mothball didn’t want to disappoint her, so he turned to his wife and began.
The couple met in a passionate kiss to start things of; as they made out in bed, Screwy began to pull Mothy on top of her. The two of them never stopped kissing, until Screwball felt something against her thy; she asked, “Mothy? Are you..?”
He pushed himself up slightly so he could look down, when he saw what had happened; he gasped, “Oh my.” His cheeks were as red as roses, he didn’t know what to say; until Screwball took control of the situation.
He reached down and began to caress Mothball’s stallionhood, he had mixed feelings; it felt good, strange, uncomfortable and different. The two of them returned to their make out session, all while Screwy kept playing with Mothy’s private parts. She waited until he was nice and hard before going into the main event, she needed to be sure they were both ready.
They stopped kissing and looked into each other’s eyes, Screwball asked, “You ready, honey?” he replied by breathing quickly, then nodding his head.
Screwball grabbed his stallionhood again and moved closer to her marehood, she gave him the ‘okay’ signal and he pushed into her. They both let out a soft moan of pleasure, then breathed in and out before continuing.
Slowly, Mothball began to thrust his hips; they both moaned as their bodies moved in sync, Mothball trying his best not to let it end too quickly. He went into this thinking it wouldn’t end well, but he was actually quite enjoying; the pleasure he was feeling was better than anything he’d experienced before.
Screwball was enjoying the moment, ever since she’d learn about this in school, she never wanted to do it. But it wasn’t until she met the right colt that she finally let herself embrace the moment and give this a try; and she loves it. She loves the feeling, and she loves the colt she’s doing it with.
While Mothball kept thrusting, they started kissing again; their tongues locked together, like thumbs in a thumb-war. Screwy wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck, kissing him more deeply. She suddenly felt an instinct takeover, they both rolled over; now Screwball was on top, but Mothball didn’t stop pleasuring her.
When the two stopped kissing, Screwy lifted herself up; she placed her hooves on Mothball’s chest for support, she moved her hips in sync with Mothy’s thrusts, they both moaned more frequently now. Mothball had a perfect view of the mare he was making love with, her beauty made the moment all the more magical.
He suddenly felt something building up in his stallionhood, like something was about to burst; he then remembered what this was, and he thought it was time.
He looked up at Screwball, and muttered, “Screwy, I’m close.”
“Me too, let’s finish together.” She replied.
The two kept thrusting until the sensation came; they both moaned as they unleashed their loads to each other. Screwy sprayed his stallionhood with her liquids; while Mothy filled her with his changeling seed. When they had finished, Screwball lowered herself forward, resting her head underneath Mothball’s chin.
In soft words, she asked, “So, are you happy we did it?”
Mothball replied, “Yes, I’m just happy I did it with you.”
Their eyes then met in a passionate gaze, they’re love was magical; quite literally. The two of them were now tired from their date and love session, they just fell asleep in each other’s grasp; not before sharing one more passionate kiss before they drifted off to sleep.
All I can say is, Discord would have a heart attack.
