Lifting her sandwich, seated beside her loving husband, Velvet opened her mouth - that was, until a movement to her left caught her eye. Celestia knows how long she’d been trying to eat her lunch, but she’d yet to even taste her midday meal. Forcing a smile, looking over to the pair of beaming ponies approaching her, she waved.
The duo - a couple, she presumed - drew to a halt next to the picnic table. Clearing his throat, the stallion stepped forward. “Are...are you two -”
“Yes, we’re Twilight’s parents,” Velvet responded, having heard the question no fewer than a dozen times that morning.
“Star, I told you it was them!” the stranger bleated, triumphantly grinning at the mare beside him. “We hate to interrupt, but I thought I recognized you two from the papers! I bet you two are super proud of your daughter!”
“Mmmhmm,” Velvet hummed, keenly aware that her husband was allowing her to deal with the situation. “It’s all been very exciting.”
Twilight’s coronation had been exciting, for a time, but the pomp had quickly lost its luster. Having their son marry the Princess of love had brought them plenty of attention, having an alicorn grandchild had garnered them yet more, but having their only daughter promoted to the premier Princess of Equestria had elevated their humble lives to near-celebrity status.
Being stopped by passersby and random ponies had been an interesting development for the both of them - that was, until it lost its novelty. Being harried while trying to get groceries, pay bills, or run errands eventually lost its luster, becoming more of a bother than anything else. It wasn’t that they minded meeting new creatures while out and about, yet having some time without being bothered would have been lovely.
Nearly a year after Twilight took the crown, hoping to give themselves a break, Velvet had procured tickets to Hippogriffia for herself and her mate. It had been ages since they’d treated themselves to an honest to goodness vacation, wholly content with their quaint little life, but the promotion of their daughter had pushed them to the breaking point - heck, they couldn’t even go to the park without getting pestered by folks!
Sadly, as they were quick to discover, their trip held no reprieve for them - if anything, things had gotten worse than ever. Not only had tourist ponies periodically poked and peppered them with questions, but the hippogriffs themselves had been very keen on talking to the parents of the Twilight Sparkle and the Shining Armor. What had been meant to be a week of rest and relaxation was quickly shaping into a rousing game of guess how long until somepony introduces themselves.
“I’m Glider, by the way,” the stallion announced, stepping forward and extending a hoof. “And this is my marefriend, Star. So what brings you two to the island?”
“Oh, you know, we just thought we’d get some fresh air, see the sights, and maybe enjoy the surf,” Velvet responded, doing her level best to sound chipper. Glancing over at her mate, noticing that he’d nearly finished his meal, she grit her teeth. “Right?” she huffed, elbowing him in the side.
“Oh - uh - yup! We’re just here to relax!” Night Light finally croaked. Throwing one foreleg around his wife, he beamed at the younger couple. “It was all this little lady’s idea, so go ahead and ask her anything!”
Clenching her jaw, Velvet figuratively bit her tongue. She loved Night to death, she really did, but he was absolutely the worst when it came to dealing with strangers. The stallion would almost always let her order the food, address questions, or shoo away anypony who happened to begin chatting with them. He was a sweet stallion, good father, and loving to a fault, but he’d never been all that assertive, which led to another point of frustration - she’d been hoping a change of scenery would inspire him in the bedroom.
As they’d gotten older, their lustful shenanigans had gradually ebbed to a degree - that being said, she still had her marish wants. He would indulge her, if she asked, but that was another issue in and of itself. Even before they’d had Twilight and Shining, she’d almost always been the one to initiate any hanky-panky; it wasn’t usually an issue, although she wished he’d be a bit more ambitious from time to time.
“I’m sure my husband would do just fine answering any questions you happen to have!” she chuckled.
Before anypony could say anything, she grabbed her sandwich and took a rather exaggerated bite; be darned if they could expect her to chat if she was slowly and methodically masticating her sweet chili tofu hoagie! Listening to the couple talk at her husband, noticing his pained expression, her gaze drifted down his body.
Even after many, many years, he was quite the catch. Well built, witty, handsome face, and his stallionhood still packed quite the punch. She felt sorry for mares with less functional lovers, she really did, but that wasn’t a concern of hers - well, not after she got her hubby a bit worked up. Night was still very capable of pleasing her, yet that wasn’t the tricky part - the tricky part was actually getting his engine going.
Over the course of their relationship, it had taken more and more to get him riled up. Back when they’d first started dating, shortly after they’d graduated, so much as an errant wink or smile would set them off - now, it wasn’t nearly as easy. To sufficiently get him in the mood, Velvet would employ negligee, lustful promises, and even some rather cheeky magic from time to time, yet there’s one play she’d been secretly dying to test out on him.
Biding her time, lazily eating her lunch, she occasionally chimed in with an answer or comment for their unwanted guests. Snuggling up to her husband, she pressed her body against him. If he thought she’d let all the times of having her deal with fawning and/or inquisitive creatures slide, he was going to be in for a rude awakening. As the young couple finally trotted off, waving their goodbyes, she fought back a grin.
“They seemed nice,” Night blissfully noted, watching the pair move towards the surf.
Slowly turning her head from side to side, Velvet scanned their surroundings. “They sure did,” she apathetically responded, spotting an elderly hippogriff tottering away from them.
The location they’d chosen for their lunch was effectively a beachside picnic area. Several large tables and benches rested atop a small dune, giving the sight a picturesque view of the beach and rolling waves. Though the spot lacked any natural shade, they’d made sure to pack an oversized umbrella for their little outing - as well as their meal, drinks, and a tablecloth, of course.
Looking towards the sea, she knit her brow. There were several families lounging or playing in the rolling waves, but they were some distance off and seemed rather preoccupied - which was perfect. Extending one forehoof, she gingerly caressed her lover’s upper thigh and hip. While she could enact her brazen and salacious plan, she couldn’t help but give him a final chance at redemption before her little surprise.
“Got any plans for the rest of the day?” she sighed, steadily working her hoof towards his groin.
Levitating errant sesame seeds from his plate, apparently apathetic with her coy suggestion, Night shrugged. “Not really. We could always go back to the hotel room and take a nap.”
Velvet tried to shrug off his disinterest or woeful ignorance of her subtle advance, as her frog glided to the supple flesh of his inner thigh. “Nothing you’d like to do before a nap?” she pressed, hoping he’d take the rather blunt bait.
“You want to go fishing?” he abruptly asked, wholly missing what his wife had been driving at. “If you do, you’d have to put the bait on for me.”
The comment was the straw that broke the camel’s back. She was tired, frustrated, and sitting on some premium dry-aged puss - for buck’s sake, she’d sired two of the most well known heroes in all of Equestria, was darn good looking for her age, and she was pretty sure that the bellhop at their hotel had been sneaking glances of her behind, so why was her hubby so indifferent about plowing her fertile valley at every opportunity?! Glowering at her mate, she slid to the side.
There’s something she’d been wanting to try out for ages, yet she’d never been brave or foolish enough to try it. Without saying a word, locking eyes with her husband, she lifted the tablecloth and eased herself off her perch. Anypony who saw her frustrated expression would have likely thought she was angry, which was partially true, though she slipped under the mantel and out of view. The last thing she saw was her mate’s face, confusedly watching her disappear beneath the sturdy piece of furniture.
Utterly concealed, Velvet stooped low. Stepping around to face her lover, she took stock of her surroundings. There wasn’t much room to maneuver under the table, but she didn’t need all that much for what she had in mind. Delicate fabric surrounded her on all sides, sheltering her from the outside world; from an outsider’s perspective, it would just look like a stallion was seated by his lonesome, but that was far from the case.
As she shuffled into position, peering at her hubby’s hind legs, she ignited her horn. His lack of ambition was regrettable; fortunately, she had more than enough for the two of them. Prizing his thighs apart, peering at his package, she licked her lips. Though she’d just had a light lunch, her appetite was far from sated.
Night fidgeted a bit, doubtlessly feeling her magical grasp on him, but she was undeterred. If he wasn’t going to sweep her off her hooves, bring her back to their room, and show her a good time - by Celestia, she’d stoop to some dirty pool. Stepping forward, bringing her muzzle to a hair’s breadth of her paramour’s loins, she deeply inhaled.
The earthy, pungent aroma of the stallion’s unwashed loins flooded her sinuses, setting her heart aflutter. While she hadn’t planned to clandestinely torture Night that day, she’d intentionally had them skip their morning shower together. Surreptitious shenanigans or not, she absolutely adored his natural scent. Leaning in, pressing her muzzle to his loins, a contented sigh escaped her.
Though he’d never been all that aggressive with carnal affairs, his endowment more than made up for his rather reserved amorous side. The fleshy folds of his dark sheath gave a tantalizing glimpse of his stallionhood, which rested just above a pair of weighty, pendulous balls. Lifting a forehoof, she gingerly fondled one of the twin orbs.
There was a reason they had two healthy, happy children. On the two occasions when she hadn’t used contraception, she’d been knocked up almost immediately by her remarkably virile lover. While she wouldn’t have minded another foal, she’d eventually thought better of it; rearing two kids had been hard enough and, as she and Night had gotten older, they realized it wouldn’t have been any easier a third time around - still, she held his virility in exceedingly high regard.
Drawing her tongue up his balls, savoring the salty, earthy flavor, she felt the stallion shift. Be darned if he was going to get away, not after she’d only just started having some fun with him. Strengthening her arcane grip, keeping him firmly planted in his seat, she clandestinely worshiped his divine package.
Kissing and licking her way up his succulent nuts, she brought her muzzle to his sheath. As she’d expected, his semi-flaccid length was slowly revealing itself. Stealthy or not, there were perilously few stallions who could withstand the loving ministrations of a skilled and pent-up mare. As she breathed hotly upon the bloated tip of his shaft, feeling him quiver in her sorcerous grasp, she stifled a snicker; if only he knew what she had planned for him.
Though Night likely assumed Velvet wished to please him with the occasional good morning blowjob, the truth was a bit more complicated - sure, she did like to wake him up with a bit of oral, but she secretly loved the sensation of his stallionhood against her tongue. Bobbing her head, she steadily worked him into her snout. Humming contentedly, as her eyes drifted closed, she committed herself.
Slowly, relishing the moment, she worked him deeper and deeper into her muzzle - that was, until he bumped against the back of her throat. A younger mare may have been intimidated, given that she’d only managed to fit roughly half of his length into her maw, yet she felt nothing but inspired. Taking a deep breath, filling her lungs with air, she forced her head forward.
As Night’s meaty cock crept into her gullet, she heard the faintest sound of a gasp above her. It was cute, really; after all the time they’d been together, her skills still managed to impress him. On and on she went, while her lips stretched around the girthy lower portion of his tool, until she hit his medial ring.
The fleshy band marked the root of his dick, just above the final few inches of his shaft, which meant she was in the home stretch. Steeling herself, keenly aware of the uncomfortable sensation of her lungs, she pressed onward. It was a bit of a shame that he couldn’t enjoy the view, watching his tool disappear into her face, but she wasn’t that bothered - if nothing else, she’d have an excuse to reenact the experience in their room.
It was only when her nose bumped against his abdomen, with his balls resting against her chin, did she open her eyes. Sure enough, the only thing she could see was the tablecloth draped over his upper legs. She would have sighed, if she could have breathed at all; peering up at his face, while his cock was lodged in her gullet, was a favorite of hers. Gradually retreating, clearing her airway of his stallionhood, she paused.
Freezing in place, her ears swiveled to the left. It almost sounded like a voice from outside, though she couldn’t be sure. Given the sand beneath them, as well as the softly rolling waves in the near distance, it was hard to place noises. With the very tip of his cock in her snout, teasing his glans with her tongue, she waited and listened.
“Are you Night Light?” somepony asked from beside the table.
Velvet’s eyes went alight, realizing what it meant. Just outside, likely a scant few feet away, somepony was standing and talking to her husband, wholly ignorant that she was beneath the table fellating him. Her marehood winked, growing increasingly slickened at the downright naughty situation. Smiling around her lover’s vascular shaft, she continued silently bobbing her head.
Forward, back - in, out; she lovingly serviced her lover like some common tart. To think she was the mother of not one but two illustrious ponies of renown was inconceivable! What would everypony think if they knew of her wanton proclivities! How would the other Princesses react if they discovered she was shamelessly blowing her betrothed on a public beach! As her pulse quickened, so did her pace, as her lips mopped saliva and pre-cum from Night’s length.
As hot as the scandalous situation was, she quickly encountered her first real problem - well, besides the fact that her mate was talking with somepony. Given her rather unique placement and stance, not to mention the exertion of her magic, she’d been unable to do a thing with herself. Hot juices dribbled down her inner thigh, lazily making their way to the sands below, as her nethers began to ache.
Considering if she should try to escape, warring with her lustful impulses to say, her decision was robbed from her. A pair of legs appeared to her right, as whatever guest Night Light was entertaining seated themselves. For the briefest flash, she panicked, but then a surreal calm settled over her. If she couldn’t leave, she’d have to stay - if she had to stay, she may as well enjoy herself…
Retracting her head, giving the head of his stallionhood a parting kiss, she carefully wheeled around in place. Mercifully, the mysterious pony was seated just far enough away to allow her to maneuver - if only just. Maintaining the magical field around her hubby’s hind legs, ensuring he couldn’t budge, she cautiously stepped back and brought her rump between his thighs.
The height wasn’t perfect, but she’d be able to manage easily enough. Splitting her arcane focus, surrounding his then turgid length with her magic, she angled his tool downwards. Guided by feel alone, she brought his tip to her sopping wet entrance. Though she would have been happy enough to sneakily suck him off in public, she wasn’t opposed to furtively fucking herself on him either.
As the battering ram-like head of his dick bumped against her entrance, she rolled her hips back. Despite the innumerable times they’d done it, in all sorts of positions over the years, the sensation of him filling her never got old. Bolts of excitement shot up her spine, compounded by the fact that only a thin piece of cloth hid her from anypony and everypony around, as her body moved in reverse.
Night’s thighs were slowly driven apart, as his wife’s ass moved to his groin. While she would have loved to hilt him, it simply wasn’t in the cards. Their odd positioning, coupled with the less than ideal circumstances, meant Velvet would have to make due. With nearly three quarters of his shaft entombed within her velvety canal, she lowered her chest to the soft sand. Celestia help him if he didn’t keep quiet, because she wouldn’t have the slightest bit of mercy if he tipped his hoof.
Easing her head against her forelegs, making herself as comfortable as she could, she nonchalantly started screwing herself on her lover. Even though she’d only managed to take most of him, he felt absolutely divine. Be it by fate, luck, or some combination of the two, his medial ring was accosting her g-spot almost perfectly. Wholly ignoring the conversation above her, she caved to her yearnings.
In spite of the fact that she was inches from being stumbled upon, or perhaps because of it, the experience was singular. There she was, a middle aged mare and mother of two, wantonly fucking her mate like some depraved filly on prom night. It was as absurd as it was obscene, fanning the flames of her passion and spurring her to move harder and faster with every passing second.
Save for the soft and oh-so-subtle Plap Plap Plap of Night’s balls slapping against her winking clit, Velvet’s refuge was preternaturally quiet. With one particularly forceful backthrust, feeling his glans kiss her womb, she gnawed her bottom lip. Had they been doing it in a bedroom, or anywhere that allowed her a more advantageous position, she would have gleefully hilted herself on him - after all, it wasn’t a worthy rutting unless her womb was getting pummeled.
Pushing herself up, yearning for more, she sorcerously hauled his lover half towards herself. Be darned if he wasn’t comfortable - by all the twinkling stars in the night sky, she would end up sheathing his entirety within herself. What little resistance he put up meant next to nothing, as she channeled her licentious wants into her arcane might. As she braced her hind legs and slammed herself back, her eyelids fluttered.
There it was, the sensation of having her deepest depths embrace him, and she absolutely loved it. What few lovers she’d had prior to meeting Night paled in comparison to his endowment, though that wasn’t why she ultimately married him and chose to sire his foals - sure, it was a definite benefit, but he was honestly a tender, sweet, and very caring stallion. Bucking back with increasing force, she sought to quench the roaring inferno of her carnal wants.
On and on she went, heedless of the conversation above, as she scratched her bawdy itch. His seat rocked gently, though it didn’t make a sound. Soft pants and whimpers escaped her, yet they were soft enough to remain trapped within her sanctuary. Her juices noiselessly pattered to the sand below - still, her rhythm increased. It wasn’t until she felt something brush against her tail that she even considered that something was amiss.
Peeking back, noticing Night reach under the tablecloth, she froze. Blindly fumbling around, caressing her rump, his hoof wandered to her dock and pulled. Her heart skipped a beat, reigniting her passion to unimaginable heights. Wanting - no, needing to please him, she plowed herself on him with reckless abandon. Be darned if anypony knew she was down there, or what she was doing, she had a husband to serve.
Slowly but surely, as she pistoned herself on his sublime length, an all too familiar feeling grew within her. Warmth seeped into her limbs, leaving her weak, but that hardly stopped her. His divine tool impacted against her cervix, causing her thighs to tremble, yet she persisted. She was so close, so very close to the finish, that she couldn’t stop. She wouldn’t be satisfied until they’d both met their climactic end, onlookers or not.
She couldn’t say when their uninvited guest had eventually left, too caught up with her own salacious intentions to notice, until Night’s motions grew all the more fervent. Roughly pulling her tail, his unmistakable aura surrounded her hips. Lend by his magical power, she was all but forced to move harder and faster than ever. As the pressure against her canal mounted, signalling just one thing, she clamped a forehoof over her mouth.
The mad throbbing and flaring of Night’s stallionhood lasted what felt like the blink of an eye, before a heavenly warmth flooded into her. The scalding influx permeated through her, warming her to the very core, as her marehood was claimed. Without a coherent word, biting her hoof, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her sex convulsed, and a deluge of orgasmic juices squirted from her stuffed entrance.
The ecstasy of tipping over the edge was only eclipsed by the knowledge that she’d done so in such a shameful way. Riding out her rapturous high, fully intent to milk every last drop of her husband’s precious foal-batter from his twitching, softening length, she rhythmically clenched around him. There were few things in life more gratifying than being cummed inside and, despite the somewhat unorthodox situation, she was not about to rob either of them of the experience.
“Hey,” a voice quietly called, before a hoof gently patted her rump, “the coast is clear.”
Nodding to herself, Velvet shuffled forward and unsheathed her lover from her battered, leaking depths. As his shaft slipped free, she trembled. Feeling his departure was always a tragedy - then again, she knew she’d have plenty of more chances to play with him on their vacation. Unsteadily turning and placing a forehoof on the bench, she peeked out.
“Come on,” Night tutted, offering a hoof and helping her out from her hideaway.
Awkwardly seating herself beside him, feeling a bit lightheaded from the amazing fuck-fest she’d helped herself to, she leaned against him. He really was a wonderful stallion, even if he could be a pain in the rear at times, and she loved him with all her heart. As his foreleg wrapped around her back, reciprocating her affection, an idea hit her like a bolt from the blue.
“You know,” she began, sweetly caressing the back of his head, “how about you get down there and…” She trailed off, gingerly pressing him downward.
Though it took him a minute to comprehend what she was suggesting, Night’s muzzle split in a knowing smirk. Throwing his head from side to side, checking to see that nopony was looking, he leaned over and rolled under the table. Reaching back, placing her forehooves on the bench, Velvet splayed her legs and presented her marehood for him. Feeling his cheek gliding up her thigh, creeping towards her nethers, she grinned to herself. If nothing else, she’d be able to return to their hotel satiated and licked clean…
