“No.”

The radiant spark of hope which had shown so brightly in Isha’s eyes was gone, now that she had thought out the implications.

“No, no, no, we can’t. If that would satisfy her, she would have said so. I have served our holy lady long enough to know that if there was a way to make this work, she would have commanded me and I would have obeyed with my whole heart. If all I had to do was to love Tanna’s husband as much as I love Tanna, I could do that.”

Isha reached across the table and took Twilight’s hands.

“After seeing how much Tanna loves you, how could I not love you too?”

“I wish I could welcome you into our relationship so that Tanna would never lose your love,” Twilight replied.

“But Isha is right,” I said. “If there was a simple solution, Aphrodite would have said so.”

“You know,” Twilight said dangerously, “once we get back to Equestria, I could beat Aphrodite in a fair fight.”

“Twilight O. Sparkle! You will do no such thing. I met cousin Aphrodite back when Eris and I were having our little thing and I will not have an alicorn of Equestria fighting against a good god.”

“It isn’t your call Discord.”

“I’ll tell your mother.”

“No fair!”

“Uh, Twilight and Discord have been opponents in the past,” I explained to Isha. “Even if they are friends now, they do have a certain shared history of mutual antagonism.”

“AndI’ll tell Celly, too,” he amended his threat.

“Double no fair!”

“So, I see,” Isha acknowledged. Frowning, she asked Twilight, “Could you really?”

“I could, I really could. I am that powerful on my own turf. But Discord is right. I cannot lift my hoof against a good deity, and I pray she forgive me for even thinking about it.”

“Good. If I were to betray Aphrodite by consorting with one who had striven against her, then I would be unworthy of any love in the universe, especially yours and Tanna’s.”

“And if I were to attack the god you’ve both served, my love would be worth nothing. To either of you.”

As quickly as the possibility of our three way love flowing like an eternal golden braid had sprung up, it was gone again.

“I guess they don’t call you Discord for nothing, do they?” Isha asked the Lord of Chaos. “You sure rattled us up.”

“Honestly, I thought my suggestion would have brought you together in perfect order.”

“Order? You?”

“I believe,” he said, “that the three of you would have been an unbreakable triangle, a caltrop under the hooves of reality herself!”

“I see,” said Twilight, “you were willing to create a little order, in order to crash the universe down on our heads?”

“Oh, maybe a little sumpin sumpin like that,” he admitted self-deprecatingly.

“I’m telling Fluttershy. And Celestia.”

“No fair! I didn’t actually do it!”

“Twilight,” Isha said, “don’t you think you can give him a pass, this time? Even if it would have broken reality, he was trying to help the three of us find something wonderful.”

“Well—”

“Aw, come on. No rat?”

“Please?” I joined in.

“Okay, no rat,” she concurred. “Since you both ask so nicely.”

“Thank you, priestess, for your intercession. The Lord of Chaos does not forget his debts.”

He bowed deeply.

“No biggie, it’s not like I saved your life or anything.”

“You might have,” he smirked. “Not everypony approves of my methods.”

“Glad to help a friend ou– ou– out.” She stifled a yawn. “I’ve done my good deed for the day, it’s time for me to crash.”

“Agreed,” I said, “Discord, let me show you were to find blankets and stuff…”

After doing what I could to enable my guests’ comfort on their respective sofas, I followed Twilight towards our bed.

I had plans for her.

—

“Are those two going to be okay out there?”

“Huh?” I was swapping out the batteries in one of my favorite vibrators, something a little more industrial powered than the erstwhile alligator stick. “Of course not.”

“What‽” Twilight would have sat up in alarm, if she could have.

“Did you notice the way they set up the sofas?”

“Back to back - what about it?”

“Did you notice the gap between them?”

“Uh-huh, so?”

“Think about that gap and think about the size of our daughter.”

“Oh, Celestia, they’re doomed! Somepony’s gotta do something!” Again she tried to sit up – it still wasn’t working.

“Got it under control.” I wielded the vibrator like a magic wand and used it to turn on the sound suppressor.

“I see,” Twilight said, mentally leaving Isha and Discord in the Hooves of Fate, or perhaps the less merciful Hands of Gloam. “What is that thing? It looks like some kind of technological wiener.”

I held the vibe in front of my pussy, sticking out like it was in fact a wiener and thrust my hips, grinning lasciviously.

“Ummm, are you going to put that in my butt? It’s bigger than your fingers.”

“Only if you ask very nicely. I prefer to keep it clean for use in other places.”

“Other places?”

“Don’t rush me now, we’ll get there.”

“Should I be scared?”

“No, you should not. But if you would like a safe-word…”

“I’ll pass. ‘Do with me as thou wilt’.”

“I shall, beloved, I shall.”

I turned the vibe to remote-control mode and nestled it against the base of her penis, just above the forward edge of her scrotum. I had her tied securely enough that she was unlikely to dislodge it. Twilight looked confused; she would find out what a serious vibrator could do momentarily.

With a wave of my hand I set the lights to dim and started music playing, a curated set of the most sultry tunes recorded from the radio waves emanating from Gallop’s sister planet.

I began to gently sway to the music. As the bass line started, soft vibration began against Twilight’s cock. Surprise and then pleasure shew on her face. The controller was keyed to the deep notes of the music and to my heart rate – once I got into my routine my pulse would dominate the vibration and tie us together.

“Oh, would I fain,” I sang, trying to mesh my words with the alien tune “on the pinnacle thy lofty tower, alight my tenderness…

As I whirled I got only glimpses of Twilight, her expression transfigured with need, her erection a strained exclamation of urgency in the midst of tight purple curls. I needed her in me. But the song wasn’t over and the dance held me captive as surely as my knots tied Twilight to the bedframe.

As I danced the vibrator shook itself away from Twilight; I should have taped it in place. Remotely, Bear turned it off. Without missing a step I spoke to Bear in our private language of hand gestures: acknowledged, gratitude.

Judging from the intensity of Twilight’s gaze, staring at my body, she was plenty stimulated without the vibe.

“Iä, iä, i-iä,” I broke again into extemporaneous song as the music built up “fill me with your precious come!”

The music had reached passionate intensity and it swelled to a crescendo of sexual energy. Rising up with the music, I stood on my toes, arching my back, hands squeezing my breasts together. My eyes were pressed closed and my lips pursed into a hungry pout. Slowly I opened my eyes ready to pounce upon my beloved and take her hardness deep within myself.

Instead I froze at what I saw.

Silently, her entire body rigid in her bonds, Twilight was ejaculating. I stared as semen fountained from her cock, dripped back down its length.

With a groan of release she passed out.

Laughing silently, I carefully slipped the knots which held Twilight’s ankles and wrists. She didn’t budge as I freed her and cleaned her, nor did she wake when I pulled a blanket over.

Carefully, I kissed her cheek; her breath still smelled of minty toothpaste.

—

Grabbing a shirt and popping into the kitchen for a drink of water after my dancing exertions, I found Discord moping at the kitchen table. It didn’t take much effort to guess who he was thinking about.

“Congrats on your engagement, buddy. I bet ‘Shy is so happy!”

“Thanks,” he said flatly, unwilling to be cheered. “We are both ecstatic. Sorry you missed the party, we couldn’t wait.”

“No worries. I heard that you had a couple of party crashers,” I tried to draw him out.

“I know you’re very loyal to the throne, but I think her Highness deserved what she got.”

“You guys got off easy, she just crashed your engagement party. Celestia crashed our consummation.”

“Pfft! It wouldn't have been a marriage to consummate if she hadn’t been there to declare you wed as you fornicated.”

“Logical causality?” I peered at the Lord of Chaos. “You really are an agent of Order, aren’t you, Discord?”

“Moi? Order? Ha, ha, now that’s a laugh, wait until I tell Flu—oh.” His face fell; not literally as one might have anticipated from the idiom. “She’s not here.”

Discord’s gloom returned at full power after only milliseconds in abeyance.

“Do you doubt her ability to take care of herself for a little while?” I asked.

“No, I know she is a strong mare.”

“So male up and stop whining.”

“You’re one to talk of masculinity, o vaginatious one. I simply miss her. What of you? You assure me that ‘Shy’ll be safe, but what of your own safety while you were alone?”

“I was not safe, my Lord,” I said demurely.

“So suddenly I’m ‘my lord’ again?” Discord demanded, “what happened to ‘buddy’?”

“A chaoist cannot lie to the Lord of Chaos. You probably know already know.”

“Your bearing tells me more than I want to know. I could tell you were sent into danger, but it’s not like I can predict the future – doesn’t work.”

“What doesn’t work?”

“The future. If I see it, it breaks. Why else do you think my old flame, Sunbutt, forbids me from seeing the books of prophesy?”

“I don’t know anything about that.”

“Well, see that you don’t tell me about whatever prophesy has got her ethereal tail tangled, or the worst version of it will come true.”

“Weren’t you just prophesying about me and Twilight and Isha, earlier?”

“That was a guess; a very educated guess. I thought I was doing some Princess Cadance grade relationship wrangling, a little bit of my very own love magic. I’m sorry it didn’t work out. I thought I was setting up one of my followers for a bountiful life with both a husband and a wife.”

“Me-ow!” I grinned. “Ideally both at once! I’d love to go down on Isha while Twilight nailed me.”

“Ambitious, aren’t we? Of course in a triangle, it’s critical to rotate the positions of doing and done.”

“Of course. Sometimes Isha would eat my pussy while Twilight boned her. Oh! Oh! Just imagine Isha and me both trying to lick and suck Twilight’s dick at once, fighting over every drop.”

“Trust me, mortal, when I say there is only one fellatrix who belongs in my imagination.”

“I bet Fluttershy’s a total come-pire.”

“That is none of your business, but yes, and all the more reason to want to be back with her as soon as possible.”

“I’m sorry buddy.” I hugged him, slipping back to more familiar terms of address. “Twilight and I will get you home to Fluttershy as soon as we can.”

“‘We’?” he asked. “You aren’t a unicorn.”

“No, I’m not.” It was true in the most pedantically literal sense. “Twi’ll do the magic and I’ll keep you alive until she’s able to do it!” I sat on his lap, tugging the hem of my shirt down in the hopes that he would not notice that I wore nothing under it. “This place can get kinda hairy, you wouldn't last five minute on the bad side of town.” I poked the top button on his pajamas to emphasize my point. “But inside of a week the four of us should be safely in Equestria.”

Discord frowned at something I had said.

“I believe that I—” he started to say and then interrupted himself “—Tanna, you are getting sexual fluids on my pajamas. Eww.”

“Eep, sorry about that!” I jumped up, inadvertently flashing Discord as I grabbed at the hem of my shirt. “The autowash in the bathroom can have them clean for you in five minutes.”

“Thank you. I’ll wash everything twice. And I’ll be setting the temperature dial in the shower to ‘autoclave’.”

“If it’s any comfort, that was just quim, Twilight’s jizz all ended up—” Discord’s expression told me that he didn’t want details. “—nevermind. I’m sorry.”

At least he wasn’t moping now!

“I’m clean,” I insisted at his back as he retreated towards the bathroom.

—

I semi-woke later in the night with Twilight spooned up against me. She was hard again and I instinctually rubbed back against her cock, grinding myself against her erection.

“Tanna?” she whispered.

“Mmmm hmm?”

“I’m so sorry. For coming and just going to sleep like that.”

“Shhhh. You came just from looking at me – your lust warms my heart in ways I can’t even explain.”

“Why are those things called alligator sticks? It felt good, until it rolled away.”

“It’s not called an alligator stick, it’s called a vibrator. Lonely girls use them to masturbate. Gloam found one of mine when she was little and my brother was visiting. Without missing a beat, Eric says ‘put the alligator stick down and let’s go make cookies’. Saved me an awkward explanation I didn’t have to make until she was a few years older.”

“Did you use it often?”

“I’ve missed you a lot, Twilight,” I said, failing to elaborate on the vibe’s membership in a large collection of other devices. “I’ve missed sex with you a lot.”

“In that case…” her erect cock was between my thighs now and she was thrusting her hips “…do you wanna?”

“I’m tired now,” I whined, “I want you to fuck me but let me rest.”

I put my hand between my legs to guide her.

She started to ask, “are you sure—” but broke off with a sigh when her penis slipped into me.

“Quite sure,” I mumbled as sleep drew me back into its depths.

I dreamed of her then, somewhere between hypnogogic hallucination and reality, slow grinding, mellow and comfortable. There was a flood of warmth…

“I love you, Twi,” I said without really waking up.

—

In the morning I found Isha and Discord sitting grouchily on the living room floor. They had blocked either end of the inter-sofa-gap with cushions and they sat, leaning against the cushions, to hold them in place.

“What happened out here?”

“Shhhh,” said Discord, “Gloam attacked after you went back to bed. We finally trapped her. I think she’s asleep.”

“Unlike us,” added Isha blearily. “It was like a horror movie. Never-ending.”

“Save us…”

“Good teamwork, you two,” I said, but walked past them.

Throwing open the door to Gloam’s room I turned on the light.

“Time to get up, baby girl! Get dressed while mommy cooks you some breakfast.”

Gloam jumped out of her bed, rested and full of energy.

“I love you, mom!”

She hugged me.

Author's Note

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