Disposing of the Evidence

Twilight awoke atop a pile of hay, stripped completely nude with both dogs pressed up against her. One was draped across her thighs, the other curled up by her shoulder, sleeping with his head between her breasts. Her whole body ached, not the least of which was her head.

With a good deal of effort, she pulled herself up to her feet, waking the dogs in the process. They stretched their legs and watched as she moved over to the wall. She was shaking, unable to find her center of gravity. As she pressed herself against the wood for stability, the ox looked at her out of the stall door. She didn't want a repeat of her time with him any time soon. Not without some careful preparation, at least. Nevertheless, his stall door swung open and he approached, hooking his horn under her arm. With a bit of nudging from the dogs, she managed to pull herself onto his back. He proceeded to carry her out of the barn, her magic unlatching the door.

It was the middle of the morning, the sun shining down on her crusty body. Dried cum was flaking off of her, congealed blobs stuck to several parts of her skin, and a torrent of sticky fluid dribbled out of her vagina. Despite this, Twilight was in a good mood. The sun felt nice on her skin, she was unlikely to be seen in this state, and most importantly, her contract with Flurry had been fulfilled. If she could rehydrate and bathe, she could probably deal with the aches in her body. At worst, she'd probably be a bit sluggish for the next few days.

The ox stopped at the back porch and let her slide down. She thanked him with a kiss on the forehead and pushed herself inside. Flurry was standing in the kitchen, next to the stove, cooking breakfast. She turned to the opening door and smiled. "Oh, good, you're awake." She was wearing an apron to protect herself from the oil spatter, and nothing else. "There's grapefruit juice on the table, and a towel on the chair."

Twilight was grateful for the chair to stabilize herself, and more thankful for the juice. She may have been pumped full of fluids, but she really needed to rehydrate. The glass was gone in less than five seconds, and immediately refilled twice. As she finished her third glass, the world stopped spinning around her and her headache was just beginning to subside.

"What happened?" asked Twilight, a nasty rasp in her voice.

"You passed out," explained Flurry. "Right when I was about to make things more fun for you."

"I thought that was a punishment?"

"In the beginning, but then I decided on my walk to let you off the hook and just have fun. I'm somewhat sad you missed most of it. We'll have to do it again sometime, but without the punishment first."

"What happened to the octopus?"

"Fluttershy came by to take Clyde back home."

Twilight spit out the mouthful of juice she'd taken a sip of. Fluttershy had been here while Twilight was out cold?

"Don't worry," chuckled Flurry. "He won't say anything, and she didn't see anything. She didn't even know you were here. Your secret is safe from her."

Twilight took a moment to calm down. She hadn't expected Fluttershy to show up. She hadn't told anyone she was coming here except her escorts. Nopony should have known.

She calmed down more completely when Flurry served her breakfast. Julienned fried parsnips, eggs and buttered grits. It was a hearty meal that Applejack had cooked for her several times, and Flurry was certainly not bad at it.

After a warm shower with lots of scrubbing, the rest of the weekend was peaceful. They tended to the animals together, took in the fresh air and the smell of corn, and had nice, quiet chats on the porch. They slept together in the bed, and generally had a good time. As promised, the farmer returned on Sunday night, and they parted ways, returning to their home castles. Twilight was glad to be home, as were her servants. A lot of the staff kept smiling at her and leaping to aid her at every call. After a week passed like this, Flurry called Twilight up to the Crystal Palace, with express instructions to bring her evidence to be destroyed.

"So glad you could make it," smiled Flurry, hugging her aunt. Twilight hugged back, genuinely happy to see Flurry for the first time in months. Her troubles were almost over, but for the burning of the evidence against each other. Flurry grabbed Twilight's wrist and pulled her up toward her room. "Come on, I'll show you what I've been working on."

As the lock clicked shut, Twilight's face turned serious. "I have mine," she said, pulling out a file folder with a few dozen sheets with a disposable film reel taped to the side. "Are you ready?"

"I am," answered Flurry, lighting the fireplace. "All of my evidence of you and Daddy having sex, ready for disposal." She held up a large binder, opened it up, and removed the last fifty pages, emptying them out into a big pile. She also had a big stack of film negatives, and a box full of copies. "Whenever you're ready, Aunt Twilight."

Twilight nodded and chucked her pictures into the fireplace, where they caught immediately. Flurry did much the same. When it all turned to ash, Twilight breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, she could be with Flurry on equal ground. They could finally return to normal, with the added bonus that they could sleep together.

"Now that that's dealt with," smirked Flurry, "I actually do have something to show you." She reached under her bed and pulled out a new binder, larger than the one she had just removed pages from. She placed it on the desk and opened the front cover. Twilight's eyes went wide. She was being drilled in all three holes by law students, being fucked by a horse, and gargling the balls of a mutton chopped stallion. As the pages turned, there were more and more pictures of her being fucked by dozens of stallions in the barn, including her castle staff.

"Before you complain, the deal was that I wouldn't take pictures of you and Daddy," chuckled Flurry. "Now, I think you and I should negotiate a new contract. I would hate for this to become public knowledge." As she lay back and spread her legs, an evil smile spread across her face. "Eat me out, and I'll dispose of one."