Disposing of the Evidence

As Shining came deep inside of Twilight's snatch, he collapsed to the bed. He was exhausted, but very satisfied. He didn't even have the energy to wish his sister a good night before he passed out. Pulling herself off of his shaft, Twilight helped Cadance rearrange his body so he would wake up more comfortably before snuggling up with each other, ready to go to sleep.

"I suppose, given the circumstances, it's a good thing Flurry was out with her friends tonight. I want to see her before I return home, but had she been around, I don't know if we could have done as much as we did tonight."

"Probably not," chuckled Cadance, rubbing Twilight's hips. "I know you love your niece very much, so if she's not back by daybreak, I'll send out a squad to collect her. I know she won't take a lot of convincing to come back. She's always looking forward to your visits."

With a smile, Twilight craned her neck to give Cadance a cummy kiss. "Good night, Cady."

"Good night, Twily."

As they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, neither was aware of the open door leading out into the hallway. It wasn't wide open, merely cracked. There was enough clearance for somepony to spy on all three of them, and enough left over for a camera lens to slip through. The reason the door was open this far was because a camera had been slipped through, and it had taken several pictures of the trio. Now that they were done for the night, the camera had been removed from the room, and the perpetrator was furiously masturbating with her panties around her knees. She was smart enough to have sound-proofed to door, keeping the whole castle from hearing what she was watching, as well as keeping her elders and superiors from hearing her or anyponyelse that came along. It was, after all, an open hallway that was regularly patrolled by guards. She was almost finished now, just a few more seconds...

"Princess? What are you doing back so early?"

The guard had approached silently, and was standing right next to her by the time he spoke. This caused Flurry to jump, and as she did, she closed the door. She grabbed the guard by the jaw, shoving her sticky, wet fingers into his mouth.

"Do not sneak up on me like that," she commanded, angry. "If you saw me when you rounded the corner, you should have either continued on as planned, or made your presence known before approaching. What's wrong with you?"

"I hath ongy hongerig hy ou er keekig ing ong ouhr karenks," replied the guard, his tongue pinned down by Flurry's fingers.

"Don't worry about what I was doing," instructed Flurry. "Let's focus on what you should be doing. The way I see it, you have two choices in front of you. You can continue on your way and forget you saw me here, or you can escort me back to my room, eat me out, and then return to your guard duties and forget that you ever saw me here. Your choice."

The guard was silent and unmoving for a few moments, then lowered his upper lip, sucking on her fingers.

"Good choice," smiled Flurry slyly. She pulled her fingers from his mouth and picked up her camera, pulling up her panties in the interim. "If you do a good enough job, I might even ask your name..."

As the guard stumbled out of Flurry's bedroom, his left leg twitching a little bit, she stood in the doorway, watching him. "Back to your patrol, Dust," she smirked, seeing his discomfort. She'd made him wear her panties out, and they were both a size too small and soaking wet. She had kept his boxers.

As he disappeared around the bend, she closed the door. She had much left to do, especially if she was going to sleep tonight. She opened the camera and pulled out the film reel. She had a small darkroom set up in her bathroom cupboard. It was just a hobby, so she didn't have a room set up specifically for developing pictures. She was good enough at it, but clearly no expert. Still, one could look at the pictures and see what was going on clearly. She worked quickly, but made sure she had everything done right. Blurry photos or unclear pictures, while still usable, were not so effective at what she was planning to do.

As soon as she was done, she stored away the negatives in the usual place she kept them. She wanted them to remain hidden, just in case something happened to the photographs, and she had to make more. Those negatives were her insurance.

When the photos were done, she placed them into her hidden album, a large binder filled with a lot of images of raunchy things going on between ponies in bedrooms. Some of it she was keeping as her personal spank bank. These were the pictures she took the time to make sure were perfect. Some of them reflected the voyeuristic side of her collection, but others were ponies posing for her to take lewd photos. After all, what self-respecting stallion wouldn't want to drop his pants and show the princess just how big his cock was? What mare wouldn't want to show off how big, bouncy and soft her breasts were? Especially if Flurry was willing to do mouth and hand stuff after the photos.

Finally, after the binder was put away safely, it was time for her to flop down and go to bed. It was almost four in the morning, and she'd been up all night. Now it was time to sleep. Or nap, as it were. She would have to be awake soon, and if she could keep Twilight around one more night, she could begin her plan in earnest.

That made it all the more difficult when she was woken up at eight, after less than four hours of sleep. As she groggily dressed herself and dragged her body down to breakfast, she had to put on a giddy smile and a happy tone. "Good morning, Auntie Twilight!" she shouted, rushing forward to hug her favourite aunt. "I heard last night that you'd come into town, and I rushed back to say hello, but it seemed that you were already asleep."

Twilight smiled and hugged her niece. "You didn't think I'd leave without seeing how my favourite niece is doing, did you?

"Oh, please, aunt Twilight, can't you stay one more night? I would love to spend the day with you!"