Late Night

by Shakespearicles

Rating: mature
Tags: Twilight Velvet, Shining Armor, Sex, Death, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Night Light, Romance, Tragedy
Length: 7248

After Night Light's untimely death, his ghost comes back to make love to his wife one last time. But to do so, he must first possess somepony's body.

Halloween 2020

After Night Light's untimely death, his ghost comes back to make love to his wife one last time. But to do so, he must first possess somepony's body.

Written for Brony Wan Kenobi's Halloween Clop Contest

Totally expecting a bit spooky and weird with some clop. Did not expect all the feels that came with it. [The] use of forbidden magic long forgotten was a nice gateway. Night and Velvet's conversation between all the clop elicited so much more passion, eyes glued to every morsel. Late Night is a lovers last passionate fling that surprises till the last word. - Nozimo

Tags: A stallion's ghost possessing his son's body for the sole purpose of making love to his widowed wife one last time so... kinda incest?

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Published 2020-10-31 16:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2020-10-31 16:00:02 UTC

Paranormal Activity

Night Light trotted into his home with a plain brown paper bag. "Guess who just got home from the apothecary?" he sang into the house.

"I'm upstairs!" Twilight Velvet's voice sang out from their bedroom.

Night Light quickly discarded the bag and trotted upstairs. Getting to the bedroom, he showed off his purchase. "Neighagra," he said, showing off the iconic blue vial of stallion enhancement potion.

"Night, you don't really need that," Velvet said. "You're hooves and tongue are all I need."

"It's our anniversary!" he said. "I want to make love to you like the young stallion I used to be!" He popped off the cork and swallowed the potion. After a moment he felt a rush of blood run into his dick, making it swell to a turgid full mast that he hadn't had in years. He felt euphoric. But mostly a little dizzy.

"Night?" Velvet asked in concern. The room spun around Night Light as he began to experience an unsafe drop in blood pressure, and he collapsed on the floor. "NIGHT!?" Velvet leaped out of bed and rushed over to him on the floor.

"I just- wanted- to make- love- to you- one last time," he wheezed. His breaths were coming in short, shallow gasps. It felt like an elephant was standing on his chest. His heart bounded in his chest, beating erratically faster and faster until-

"Night!" Velvet screamed. But the darkness was already closing in around the edges of his vision. He was gone long before the paramedics even arrived.

~

At the funeral, the kind words of her friends and family gave no comfort to the inconsolable widow. That night, Velvet's bed was far too large for just one pony. The portrait of her late spouse stared at her from her nightstand. She flipped it to face down, unable to bear looking at it any longer. She howled out her woes into the empty home until she cried herself to sleep.

She awoke in the middle of the night to a noise coming from the kitchen, downstairs. Without a stallion in the house, she felt terribly vulnerable. She quietly walked downstairs, with her magic at the ready to defend herself against a home invader. But as she looked around, she saw no sign of forced entry. The doors and windows were all still closed and locked. The teleportation wards were still intact.

A tiny piece of glass crushed under her hoof. She looked over the kitchen floor and saw the remains of the broken potion vial. She thought she had thrown it away, but perhaps she had left it on the counter and it rolled off. "It must have," she reasoned to herself, grabbing the broom and dust pan to sweep up the broken bits of glass.

She turned off the kitchen light and went back upstairs. She turned on her nightstand lamp to settle back into bed. Night Light's portrait stared at her. She had flipped it down earlier, she was sure of it. Perhaps she flipped it back up in the middle of the night when she wasn't fully awake. "I must have," she told herself. She flipped the picture frame down again and went to sleep.

In the morning, the picture was upright again. She remembered waking up to clean the broken glass, but nothing else. Though she couldn't really trust her own mind in her emotional state. She put the picture away in the nightstand drawer.

But it would not be the last time she saw it. That evening, when she went to bed, it was back out on the nightstand. Velvet felt a chill run up her spine. She had been awake and home alone all day. She knew she hadn't done it. It had to have been somepony else. She checked all the doors and windows again. They were all still closed and locked. The teleportation ward was still intact. Nopony had teleported in or out of the house that wasn't on her whitelist. And that was only three unicorns. Herself and her two children.

She messaged Twilight Sparkle and Shining Armor to come see her as soon as possible. Just two days after the funeral, they came at once to help their grieving mother. But instead of a weeping widow, they were met with a mare scorned. And Tartarus hath no fury like it.

Velvet scolded them, "One of you is playing a prank on me, and I find it to be in very poor taste!"

Twilight and Shining were both equally confused. Velvet explained what had happened. About how the picture kept returning to her nightstand.

"Maybe you are doing it in your sleep?" Twilight suggested.

"That was what I thought, but it happened during the day when I was awake, too!" Velvet said. "I've searched this house from attic to basement. Nopony broke in, or teleported inside. The doors and windows are locked and the ward is still up! And you two are the only other ponies on the ward white-list! One of you must have snuck in and messed with the picture to prank me! And it's not funny!"

"How could you!" the siblings both accused each other. "It wasn't me!" they both denied.

"Mom, you must be imagining things," Twilight said. "You... are getting older-"

"Do not patronize me, Twilight!" Velvet snapped. "I may be a grieving widow, but my wits are as sharp as they've ever been. This isn't the onset of dementia! I am being messed with and I will not stand for it!"

Twilight sighed. "Alright, look, I'll add a modification to the ward. So that the next time Shining teleports in here-"

"It wasn't me!" he defended.

Twilight continued. "The next time a certain somepony teleports in here, their cutie mark will appear on the refrigerator. Okay?" Twilight's magic manipulated the ward. She walked outside and locked the door behind her. She teleported back into the kitchen. Sure enough, her cutie mark appeared on the front of the refrigerator.

"Neat," Shining remarked, doing the same thing. Sure enough his cutie mark appeared on the refrigerator.

Velvet did the same, marking it with her own.

"If anything else happens, please let me know," Twilight said. "But remember, we're on your side, Mom."

They both hugged her and left by the front door, leaving Velvet's mark upon the fridge.

Velvet went back upstairs that evening and put the picture back into her nightstand drawer. For the last time, she imagined.

~

It was just after midnight when Velvet's head popped off the pillow with a start. Her heart was racing like she had just awoken from a nightmare she could no longer remember. She looked over at the nightstand. Night Light's portrait looked back at her. She slapped it away in anger and stormed downstairs. A chill ran up her spine as she was struck with a horrifying thought. What if she was wrong? What if when she got down there, her cutie mark was still on the fridge? What if she actually was losing her mind?

She walked into the kitchen and froze in her tracks. Her eyes went as wide as dinner plates. The kitchen felt as cold as the frozen north. Her breath appeared in front of her as puffs of fog as her trembling voice whispered into the room.

"Night Light?"

The cutie mark of her late husband lay emblazoned upon the fridge.

Twilight Sparkle and Shining Armor stood with their mother in her kitchen the next morning. They arrived by her specific instructions not to teleport inside. Neither of them scarcely able to believe their eyes. The cutie mark of their dead father was on the refrigerator.

"Maybe you flubbed the spell?" Shining asked.

"No way. It's a simple ward modifier," Twilight said. "This is impossible."

"Maybe it's really him!" Velvet said with hope.

"Mom, I was at the funeral," Shining said. "I buried Dad myself."

"Maybe it's his spirit," Velvet said. "I could swear I felt his presence last night!"

"Mom, you know there's no such thing as ghosts," Twilight said.

"Do you remember when I told you there is no such thing as Windigos?" Velvet said. "And what you told me?"

Twilight sighed, recalling the memory. "Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence." Twilight's mother stared at her, resolute in her conviction. "Fine," Twilight huffed, "I will go to the library and see what I can find out."

Twilight and Shining combed through the spell books in Celestia's library, but turned up nothing. Most books about death were self-help books about coping with loss. "I'm not surprised," Twilight said. "Most magic concerning the dead is outlawed black magic."

"Yeah, but we're not trying to do necrophilia," Shining said.

"You mean necromancy," Twilight said.

"Why? What did I say?" he asked.

"Uh... never mind," she said.

"My point is, we're not trying to bring Dad back from the dead, we're just trying to talk to his ghost," he said.

"Well there isn't any spell books about either of those," she said.

"What about in the restricted section?" he asked.

Twilight shot him a look. "How do you even know about-"

"Cadance told me," he said.

Twilight huffed and rolled her eyes. "Fine, we'll check."

Twilight led Shining to the secret entrance at the back of the library. She had only ever been in the restricted section a couple times before when Princess Celestia had shown her where it was. The books within were ancient at the youngest. Most were older than the castle they were housed in. Some were older than Canterlot itself. Some were older still, from a time before recorded history. A dark time of barbaric savagery and wild magics. The books were bound in the tanned bovine skin. Twilight was afraid to even touch them.

Princess Celestia had seen to it herself that the very worst spell books were destroyed in the Great Purge, lost to the sands of time and memory, when the first laws of magic were laid down at the dawn of a more civilized age. Twilight was normally against the destruction of books and knowledge. But she was wise enough to understand that some things should best be forgotten forever.

Knowing this steeled her nerves. The fact that these books had not been turned to ash centuries ago meant that they couldn't be that bad. Shining just shuffled his hooves and waited while Twilight flipped through a few of the books. Twilight's Oldé Ponish might be a little rusty, but his was non-existant. To him it just all looked like scribbles.

"I think... I think this might be it," Twilight said.

"You found a way to talk to Dad?" Shining asked.

Twilight squinted as she read through the dead language. "This.. would be the spell," she said. "I doubt it will work, but I think I know a way around it."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well, we need to so a séance," she said. "Like a... magic ritual to talk to the dead. And as the caster, I would act as a medium. Er, like a mouthpiece for the ghost to speak through."

"So Dad would be talking through you?" he asked.

Twilight read over the passage again. "Yeah... that's how it supposed to work. But..." She trailed off. And then her eyes lit up with an idea. "But even if it doesn't work, I could still pretend that it worked, and talk to Mom for Dad and tell her whatever she needs to hear to help her!"

Shining scratched the back of his head. "I don't know Twi. You saw Dad's mark on the fridge."

Twilight shook her head. "Yeah. And just because I haven't thought of a reasonable explanation for that, doesn't mean there isn't one. For all we know, Mom could have tampered with it herself."

"You really think Mom would do that?" he asked.

"Mom isn't herself right now," Twilight said. "She's in mourning. Maybe she's doing this subconsciously to try to get some form of closure. Maybe it's a cry for help, or attention. And if you play along with me, we can help her with this. Besides, what's the worst that could happen?"

In the room full of forbidden spell books, the candles flickered and dimmed for a moment. Shining felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up from a cold chill running up his spine. "Are you really going to say that in this room?"

Till Death Do We Part

That night, Twilight cleared off the kitchen table in her mother's home. Twilight, Shining and Velvet all sat around the table with candles set up and the runes on the table formed in salt lines.

Twilight opened the book to the page of the spell. "Okay, Mom. I'm going to begin. After I finish the spell, Dad will be able to talk to you through me. It will be my voice, but his words. Understand?" Her mother nodded. Twilight gave her brother a surreptitious wink and they all held hooves as Twilight began to read.

To Shining and Velvet, the words sounded just as gibberish as the scripture had appeared to them. But Twilight was able to correctly read the spell. The 'targeting' passage was a little smudged but she was able to make it out well enough. Velvet looked convinced as she looked on. Twilight would simply finish reading the bogus spell and then tell her mother whatever she needed to hear from Night Light.

Twilight completed the spell, but before she could pretend to be her dead father, sparks shot from her horn and her eyes went iridescent white. Her head whipped back and her mouth gaped as though she was screaming, but no other sound came after the sparks from her horn fizzled out. She stayed that way, still as a statue mid silent scream, with glowing white eyes.

"Velvet?" Shining said. Velvet turned to look at her son.

"Shining, what?" she asked.

"No, Velvet, it's me! Night Light!" he said. Velvet looked at him. It was her son. And it was her son's voice. Twilight was putting on quite a lightshow, but Velvet was every bit the skeptic her daughter was.

"Fine! Tell me something only you would know!" Velvet demanded.

"The first time you gave me a blowjob you puked on my dick," he said.

Velvet balked. "Shining! I can't believe your father told you that!"

"Velvet, I never told anyone that, you know that!" he said. "Shining doesn't know! He's not going to remember any of this."

Velvet looked over at her daughter. "What about Twilight?" she asked.

"She won't remember either," he said.

"Is she... okay? We should help her," Velvet said.

"Kiss me!" he said. "Kiss me to complete the spell!"

"Night, no! Even if it's you, you're in our son's body! I can't look at him while I kiss you!"

"Then close your eyes," he said.

Velvet didn't want to be kissed romantically by her son like that, even if it really was Night's spirit. But she wanted to be kissed by her husband more. She closed her eyes before she even realized it. He leaned over and kissed her. She recoiled at first. But the way he kissed her, the way he held her with his hoof in the small of her back in just the right way he always did, she could feel him. She could feel her husband's presence. She felt his tongue rush out to her. She met his with her own and they danced together, sliding over one another with such instant familiarity that it could only be him! It was her Night Light!

They broke the kiss at last and Twilight's glowing eyes dimmed and went out. Her mouth closed and she slumped down into her chair, groggy from the experience.

"Best to not tell her," he whispered to Velvet.

Twilight sat up in her chair and rubbed her eyes. Her whole head hurt like a bad hangover. She groaned and looked across the table at her mother and brother. "Ugh, what happened?" she asked.

"I think your horn backfired," he said. "You put on a heck of a light show. But I think that's all the convincing your mother needs to see that there's no such thing as ghosts."

Twilight gave him a sideways look. "My mother?"

"Er, uh, sorry. Old habit from talking to Flurry Heart, who is my daughter," he said.

"I know that," Twilight said. "Why are you talking to me like I just woke up out of a coma?" He stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry at her. Twilight laughed. "Okay weirdo. Anyway, I need to get back to the castle and bring this book back to the library. Mom, are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah," Velvet nodded anxiously.

"Oh Twilight," he said. "Can you send a message to Cadance and let her know I'm going to be here for the night."

"What? Why?"

"Uh, well, you know I can't resist a good ghost hunt," he said.

Twilight snorted. "Fine, I'll tell her. But if you leave Cadance alone again to take care of Flurry for the night, you might be seeing Dad a lot sooner than you think."

"Thank you, pumpkin," he blurted.

Twilight cringed. "Yeesh. You really are turning into Dad, aren't you?" she asked, heading out the front door. "Good night!"

As soon as Twilight left, Velvet grabbed Shining's face with her hooves and looked him in the eyes.

"Night, is it really you?" she asked.

"Yeah Vel, it's really me," he said.

"Well then you owe Shining an apology," she said.

"For what...?" he asked nervously.

"For this..." Velvet slapped him across the face hard enough to send him tumbling out of his chair. "YOU STUPID SON-OF-A-BITCH! I TOLD YOU THAT YOU DIDN'T NEED NEIGHAGARA!" she screamed.

"I'm sorry, honey," he groaned, getting back to his hooves.

"NO! FUCK YOU! 'SORRY' DOESN'T FUCKING CUT IT THIS TIME, YOU ASSHOLE!"

"Yeah... I know."

Velvet rushed at him swinging her hooves at him wildly. He caught her with his hooves and just held her as she beat her hooves against his chest. "You stupid, stupid stallion!" she cried, hitting him until she ran out of energy. "You idiot!" She bawled into the fur of his chest "I missed you so much!"

"I missed you, too." He just held her as she collapsed, and slowed her fall as her legs gave out and they sat on the floor together. He just ran his hoof through her mane the way he always did when she got like this. He just held her while she cried it all out. After a few minutes, when she had no more tears left, she looked up at him with her red, puffy eyes. When she looked at him, she saw Shining. But when she closed her eyes, she could feel her husband's hooves around her.

When Twilight first explained the séance, Velvet had made a list of questions in her mind to ask her late husband. At he very top was the most pertinent one. "Night, why are you haunting me?" she asked.

He gave her a weak smile. "Do you remember what was the last thing I said to you?" he asked.

Velvet snorted. "You said that you just wanted to make love to me one last time."

He held her hooves. "And I still do. That's why I came back."

Velvet's smile vanished. She pushed him away and stood up. "But- but you're in our son!"

He shrugged. "Details, details."

"No! We can't do that with him!" she said.

"I told you, he won't remember any of this," he said.

"But I will!" she said.

He sat down in the kitchen chair again and sighed. "I'm sorry. Trust me, he wasn't my first choice. I didn't think Shining was going to be here for the ritual. I figured Twi would have brought that nerdy friend of hers... What's-his-name, Sunblast, I think?"

"You were going to fuck me as Sunburst?" she asked.

He shrugged. "Either that or Greenhoof."

"Our neighbor!?"

"He would have been the closest stallion to the ritual," he said. "But instead..." his hooves motioned to himself.

"Night, I don't think I can," she said.

His shoulders slumped. "Well, the spell only lasts until midnight. After that, I'll pass on into the great hereafter, or... whatever awaits me after I've had my chance to complete my unfinished business. And then Shining will wake up and think that he had been sleeping the whole time."

"Night, I want to, but..." she motioned to her son's body, "not like this."

"Can we at least go upstairs and cuddle?" he asked. "I miss our bed."

Velvet smiled. "Yeah... Yeah, we can do that."

He stood up and picked her up in her hooves. She yelped. He just beamed with a smile. "Ah, youth!" he cheered. "I feel incredible!" He carried her all the way upstairs just like he did on their wedding night. He laid her on the bed and crawled in with her. Laying beside her he reached over to her nightstand and fixed his portrait. "This stays up, okay?" he said. She nodded.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"It's okay." He leaned over her to kiss her. She pulled away and winced again. "What?"

"Let me just..." Velvet turned off the light. "There."

He leaned over to kiss her. She kissed him back. In the dark, with her eyes closed, it felt just like him. The way his lips felt against hers, the way his tongue danced with hers, the way his hoof ran down along her body.

"Night-" she chided as his hoof moved between her legs.

"Shhh," he hushed her as he felt the warmth of her pussy against his hoof. "Don't tell me you haven't missed my touch." He pressed the tip of his hoof into her pussy, easily finding her clit.

"Night!" Her chiding objections had melted into breathy moans. He kissed her again and then slid down, kissing his way along her body. He made a pit stop to pay homage to the blessed teats that fed her foals. He went back and forth between each of her teats' nipples, giving them each a few tender, sucking kisses.

After a few moments, his mouth moved on to join his hoof between her legs. His hooves gave only the slightest pressure to her inner thighs to prompt her to let them fall open for him. In the dim moonlight, he drank in the familiar sight of his wife's marehood like it was his first time seeing it.

"Your body has never lost its magic to me," he said. "You've always been so beautiful and sexy to me." He leaned in and brought his nose to her pussy, taking in her scent before lapping with his tongue, reveling in her flavor.

Velvet's hooves ran through his mane and held his head as he went down on her. It was something she always loved him for doing. And he always obliged her, from when they first started dating, to long after he started having erectile dysfunction. A gentlecolt through and through, he always saw to her pleasure first.

Velvet writhed in the bed as his tongue licked up and down along her marehood, darting into her and probing her depths. It was all she could do to just lay there, moaning his name over and over again. She reached over and grabbed the other pillow on the bed. The faint scent of the late stallion still lingered there among the dried tear stains of his widow. As she breathed and moaned into it, a terrible thought gripped her.

"Please let this not be a dream," she whimpered. She pulled his pillow from her face and looked at the silhouette between her legs. He was eating out her pussy like it was his last meal. And, in a lot of ways, it was. But his fur was too light, and there was a streak of color in his mane. It wasn't what she wanted to see. She closed her eyes again. "Tell me about our first time," she said.

He looked up at her and took a break from licking her to speak. But his hoof kept pace on her pussy while he spoke. "It was the night of the Gala. You came downstairs and crashed the barracks party to find me. You wanted to complain about the gala, your date, and your dress. By the stars, you hated that dress." Velvet smiled. It was Shining's voice, but undeniably Night Light's words. "And I agreed that it would look much better on your bedroom floor."

He gave her pussy another long lick. "You had that sweet, tart flavor of a virgin mare. It was a shame I had to ruin that."

She didn't have to look to know he was smiling before he went back to licking her in earnest.

"Yes, shame." Velvet agreed with equal sarcasm. "And Shining was the result."

He paused briefly. "But I did right by you. We got married before you even started to show."

"Till death do we part," she said. He stopped suddenly and looked at her with sad eyes. She looked back at him. "Sorry. I didn't mean to ruin the mood."

"It's okay," he said. "I love you. Nothing could ruin this."

Her hooves reached out to him for a hug. He lifted himself up to lean over into her hug. They held each other tightly. She was just so happy to feel him against her. His strong hooves around her, his breath on her neck, his warm body against hers, his-

"Night!" she gasped, feeling his excitement against her abdomen. He lifted himself back up and looked down at himself.

"Hot damn!" he cheered, looking at the erection he was sporting. Part of him felt like it should be weird to be looking at his own son's penis, but it was drowned out by his overwhelming pride. "Look at the size of this thing! Cadance is a lucky mare!"

Velvet blushed and tried to avert her eyes. "Night, come on!"

"No seriously! Look at this thing!" he insisted. "I must have given him the best of my genes because I never had anything like this!"

Velvet huffed, hazarding to take a quick glance at the body of the colt she once changed diapers for. "Night, I promise, you were always perfectly adequate to give me an or-oOH MY GOSH!" She covered her mouth with her hooves in shock and quickly looked away. "I'm sorry!" she apologized, both for looking and for her reaction.

"There's no need to be sorry, Vel," he said. "You can look. I'm not jealous. You were always faithful to me in life."

"I meant more for my reaction," she said.

"It's okay, Vel. I know I was pretty much average. But I'm okay with that. It hardly matters to me now. Just like you always said. I have ascended above and beyond size envy. It's like..." He jumped off the bed and opened the bedroom closet, rummaging through the boxes that he knew were still in there. He pulled out their wedding picture. "It's like my wedding suit!"

"What?"

"Remember the suit I wore for our wedding?" he asked.

"Yes. I remember you looked quite dapper in that tuxedo," she said.

"Yes! I looked my best! But it wasn't my tuxedo. It was a rental!" he said. "And that's all this is." He reared up and bobbed his erection at her.

Velvet blushed and looked away again. "But still, it's Shining's."

"Actually, wait a second-" Night Light went back into the closet boxes. "Ah, here it is!" He opened the box of 'marital aides' and took out a particular dildo. "Were you planning on getting any more use out of this?" he asked.

Velvet looked at what he was holding. It was the casted replica of Night Light's penis that they had made together years ago for when he had to go away on long business trips. Velvet smirked.

"I almost forgot I had that!" she said.

"I remember the night we made this," he said. "It was so easy for me back then." He bought it over to the bed and sat down next to her, holding it against the live one attached to him. "Yeah, it's really no comparison at all, is it?"

"Night-"

"Hey, I told you. I'm having fun with this!" he said. He moved back down between her legs. "Ready to feel what you've been missing?" he asked, waggling the dildo at her. Her grin was all the confirmation he needed. He rubbed the tip of it against her pussy, getting it lubricated with her copious wetness. Its familiar shape and girth slid into her with relative ease.

"Night-" Velvet moaned as he worked it in and out of her with his hoof. She could feel the familiar texture of his penis inside her. The rubber phallus, while cool at first, warmed up to her body's temperature quickly. It was as hard as he had ever been in their youth. His real one could last as long as she needed. But unlike his real one, this one could last as long as she wanted.

He remembered one of her favorite tricks of his. While he was sliding the dildo in and out of her, he kept licking her pussy just above it, catching her clit with his tongue each time it winked. Velvet closed her eyes again and laid back into her pillow. Her hooves held his head again, this time finding his horn. As he continued to lick her, she slowly stroked it in time with his movements. But he already had her with a decent head start. He angled the dildo upwards into her, purposefully hitting her g-spot with the tip. On her next wink, he caught her clit between his lips and sucked.

Velvet saw stars. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth gaped as her cry hitched silently in her throat. Her back arched and her butt practically lifted up off the mattress as she came, hard. Her pussy squeezed hard on the dildo inside her. Normally that would have been it for Night Light, sending him over the edge with his own orgasm in time with hers. But with this toy, he kept fucking her right through her climax. Her pussy spurted in small squirts as she came, her usual torrent interrupted with each time the dildo rapidly pressed against her g-spot and then released.

At last, he pulled it out, letting her release a final gush of her marecum. She let out a loud moan along with the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She laid there for a long minute. The only sound in the room was her haggard panting as she struggled to catch her breath after being so thoroughly fucked. But it was only a momentary respite.

"Ready for round two?" he asked. Without waiting for an answer, he flipped her over onto her belly. In life, it had been a long time since he was able to go two rounds with her in one night. If this was to be their last time together, he was going to make it a night to remember.

Velvet gripped her pillow, still reeling from her orgasm and too heady to think clearly. She felt him pressing against her pussy again. Maybe it was the way she was laying, or the angle he was coming in from, or maybe it was how tight her pussy has gotten from coming. But by the stars it felt so much bigger! She grunted as it slid inside her. She waited for his mouth or hoof to join in on her clit again as more of its length sank into her. Instead she felt two hooves gripping her flanks. She turned her head to look back at him. The dildo laid on the bed beside them. He was behind her, mounting her with her son's body.

"Night!" she shrieked. He looked at her.

"Hmm?"

"You can't- we can't do this!" she said. "Not like this! Not with Shining's-" Velvet's voice was cut off as she felt something she had never felt before. It felt like a cramp in her abdomen, but it didn't really hurt. It was almost like butterflies in her stomach. As he hilted her, the tip of his dick was pressing against her cervix. Velvet let out a very unladylike, throaty moan. Her pussy gripped at the massive dick inside her and her clit winked against the heavy balls hanging against her wanton pussy.

"You were saying?" he asked.

Velvet panted. Her body betrayed her. It felt good, she could not deny that. But she tried to not lose focus on her thoughts in her addled haze of pleasure. "It's Shining!" she wheezed. "It's our son! It's incest!"

She sighed in relief as he started to pull out.

But then he pushed it back inside, and along with it, all the air our of her lungs. He leaned over her, putting his hooves on her shoulders, covering her completely with his heavy body. He leaned down and nibbled on her ear. He knew her every weakness. The resistance and tension in her muscles melted under him. He whispered, "There is no Shining, there is only Night Light." He pulled back and thrusted into her again. "You're a unicorn. Defend yourself. If you really don't want it, push me away with your magic."

Velvet loved the way her husband used to be so dominant in the bedroom. She was a strong independent mare. Woe was the unwitting pony that had tried to mug her in a dark alley years ago. She knew very well how to defend herself. If she really didn't want this, she was entirely capable of stopping it. But part of her, a big part of her, really, really wanted this. She wanted him to dominate her one last time. Whatever objections she'd had began to crumble away.

He thrusted into her again and she let out another whorish moan, losing herself to the wonderful feeling of the dick inside her, even if it was her son's. Such details were becoming increasingly immaterial to her. He reached under her chin with his hoof and tilted her head back to suck on her horn. He was tapping into every last scrap of a lifetime's experience with this mare. He was pleasuring her in every way he knew how. And now in some ways he had never been capable of before.

"Night!" she moaned. She could feel his tongue moving up and down along the ridges of her horn as he sucked the entire length of it, bobbing his head in time with the movement of his hips against hers. Her pussy rippled and gripped him as he fucked her, making it hard for him to stave off his own climax much longer. He would not be denied giving her a final, proper rutting.

He lifted himself back upright, gripping her hips again for leverage. His long slow strokes thrusted faster now. Velvet's wetness ran freely from her marehood, dripping down her inner thighs and soaking the bedding. Their hips made wet slaps, and with each thrust his balls would slap against her clit, driving her wild.

But this was not some common whorse to be rutted for his pleasure. This was his wife, whom he loved. A proper rutting or not, he still wanted it to be making love. And he could not do that with her face buried into her pillow. He pulled back just enough to give her leg clearance and then he rolled her over onto her back again.

He hilted into her again and leaned over to kiss her. She kissed him back as he made small, little thrusts throughout. But her eyes were closed, and he wanted to see her. Really see her, her eyes, one last time when they finished.

The eyes, after all, were the windows to the soul.

"Look at me," he said. Velvet opened her eyes, but kept them squinted as much as possible in the darkness. "I want to see your eyes."

She opened them and he turned on the nightstand lamp. She grimaced and looked away when she saw the face of her son, accompanied by his voice and acutely felt his penis inside her.

"Night, I don't want to look at him while we do this," she said. He put his hoof to her cheek and turned her face back to him

"Look into my eyes, Velvet!" he demanded. "Look past the crude flesh of this corporeal matter and see the luminous being that is your husband!"

Velvet looked into his eyes. It was not her husbands amber eyes. It was her son's blue eyes. But somewhere inside, just behind them, she could see her husband. Really see him, there, in bed with her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she held his face with her hooves.

"Oh, Night," she cried. "I love you!"

"I love you, too," he said. Her hooves pulled him in for another kiss. His thrusts became faster, and more erratic as he kissed her deeply. Breaking it only to pant and moan. "Velv-vet!" His balls began to tighten and he hilted her one last time.

She felt his tip flare inside her, stretching her depths like never before, sending her spiraling into another orgasm, and making her moan again. "Cumming!" Her pussy gripped and milked his dick for all it was worth.

"Gonna cum, too!" He pressed his flared tip squarely against her womb as he started to twitch and throb inside her. His cum filled the depths of her vagina, filling it instantly with the first, voluminous spurt. His hooves gripped her thighs and he pulled himself to her even harder with his next pulse, forcing his cum deeper inside her, and lining up Shining's dick perfectly with his mother's cervix like lock and key, flooding her womb as he continued to cum, pumping load after load of his seed deep inside her.

He gave his all until he had no more to give. It was all he could do to not collapse on top of her, catching himself on his elbows against the mattress as his dick kept twitching inside her, even after it had no more to deliver. Her pussy quivered around him in small spasms, and they both reveled in the aftershocks of their climaxes.

Her eyes re-focused in the light of the nightstand lamp. She looked at the two-tone blue mane adorning the white stallion on top of her. Her son's penis still firmly lodged deep inside her pussy. Once the aftershocks of pleasure had passed, the sobering reality of what they had done hit her like a bucket of ice water.

"Night! Y-you came inside me!" she shrieked.

"Mhmm," he mumbled against the fur of her chest.

"You came inside with with Shining's body! With Shining's dick!" she shouted again, shaking him with her hooves.

"Details..." he muttered. "I love you. That's what's important."

"But Night-"

Night put his hoof to her lips. "Don't worry about it," he assured her. "I love you."

"But Night-!"

"I love you, Velvet. That's all that is important right now."

Velvet realized that indeed, that was what was important. "I love you, too."

"I'm... I'm sorry our last time had to be like this," he said.

Velvet was about to agree, but it would have been dishonest. "I'm not. Yes, it was... strange. But it was nice."

He chuckled. "I bet... and big as he is, I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to carry on with Shining," he teased.

"Shut up!" she laughed and slapped him playfully, and started to cry again. "I love you. I miss you so much!"

He took her hoof with his and held it. "I love you too, more than words can say." He held her hoof to her belly. "I'll always be with you, right here."

Velvet smirked. "My heart's a little higher up than that," she said. He grinned and winked at her. The clock chimed midnight. His eyelids fluttered closed and he slumped on top of her, the dead weight of a stallion in deep sleep.

"..."

"Night...? Night?"

The stallion snored and grumbled in his sleep. "Mmm? Cadance?" he asked in his sleep and then gave a pleased hum. "Mm-hm-hm!" he chuckled, still half asleep, giving his hips a little thrust, shifting his still-firm dick inside of her.

Velvet quickly turned off the nightstand lamp before he woke up fully. She rolled him off of her onto his back and climbed off of him despite his plaintive whimpers and half-hearted humping to try to stay inside her warmth. His large dick slid out of her and flopped against his belly with a wet slap, along with a dribble of his cum. She took one last look at it, staring longer than she would care to admit, before she pulled the sheets and covers over him.

She slinked away out of the bed. "It's just a dream," she whispered, lulling him back into a deep slumber. She grabbed a spare blanket from the linen closet and went downstairs to sleep on the couch. She laid there in the dark and wondered, herself, if that was true. Was it just a dream?

"It was just a dream," she assured herself the next morning as she stood in the shower. "It had to have been. There is no such thing as ghosts." She repeated the words to herself until she was nearly convinced.

A knock at the bathroom door startled her. "Mom?" Shining Armor called through the door.

Velvet turned off the shower to hear him better. "Yes dear?"

"Did I... sleep here last night?" he asked.

"Yes sweetie. You were very tired last night after the séance, so you slept in my bed. I slept on the couch."

"Was, um... Cadance here last night, too?" he asked.

"No. Why?" she asked, probing to see what, if anything he remembered.

"N-no reason. I- I'm just going to put the sheets through the wash," he said with all the nervous guilt of an adolescent colt that had just woken up in the sticky mess of a wet dream.

"Oh, thank you dear. I'll be out in a few minutes to make some breakfast for us," Velvet said, ignoring the subtext. He just had a wet dream. It was just a dream. She repeated it to herself while she toweled herself dry. She repeated it over and over until she almost believed it. She reared up to towel off her legs when her eyes caught something in the mirror. She blinked and looked at her reflection. She stood and stared at it, scarcely able to believe what she was seeing.

There, on her lower right abdomen, just below her teat, in the crook of her thigh and crotch, was a mark. One she stopped ever expecting to see again, but it was there. A mark indicating her pregnancy. A paternity mark. The cutie mark of the father to her unborn foal. Her hooves covered her mouth to stifle her shocked cry.

It was the crescent moon cutie mark of her late husband, Night Light.