“The House Always Sins" by AJ Aficionado
“Rest and relaxation are the virtues of the old and tired.”
Night Light recognized the voice immediately. Of course, she’d be the one to say that. It’d taken the promise of ‘adventures in the Everfree Forest of Ponyville’, whatever that means, to get Twilight Velvet to move out to Ponyville when more sensible reasons like quiet living and a big backyard hadn’t worked.
“Rest and relaxation are the virtues of the old and retired, Velvet,” Night Light corrected, never bothering to look up as he sipped at his cracked-open coconut from a straw levitated by his unicorn magic. “The move here was exhausting and we’ve only now unpacked everything. How about joining me in my quest to retrieve the mail once it shows up?”
“Hmph!” Velvet scoffed. “The champion of the tabletop RPG reduced to non-player character status in a game of Ogres and Oubliettes.”
Night Light chortled. “Nonsense, my love. I’ve still got an excellent game. Let me show you.”
The stallion clopped his hooves. Around the yard, he could hear dozens of sprinklers come to life, loosing loud, intermittent hissing streams of water onto the garden path approaching the front door.
“Haven’t you always wanted to do that, Love?” Night Light took in a big gulp of fresh country air and settled deeper into his lawn chair with a satisfyingly crunchy, stretchy sound. “Only comes on specifically when I clop for it. Wait until we get the water bill and see all of those savings…”
The sound of a strange pump brought Night Light up short. Like air and water being vigorously and repeatedly forced into a tighter and tighter space coming from the direction of his wife.
He turned towards the sound and opened his eyes, wide in surprise. His beloved wife and mother of two was leveling what appeared to be an enormous scoped rifle at his face from the front step of their home, suspended in her own unicorn field of levitation — her icy blue eye fixed down the barrel at him with evil intent.
With only time to react, Night Light rolled off of the chair, his coconut sent flying, as the first beam of high-pressure water sailed harmlessly over his head followed immediately by her second shot — only just shielded by the chair he’d quickly tipped over on its side with magic. His horn still glowing, Night Light wrapped an extra layer of blue around his spiraled horn, opening the door to a nearby shed to summon a similar-looking water cannon to the one Velvet was using, into his waiting forelimbs. Propping the barrel up on the fallen lawn chair, he looked through the scope back up at his wife who he could see was grinning like a movie madmare, eying him back through her own scoped weapon of mass hydration.
A standoff ensued as the two leveled their guns at each other. Velvet was applying just enough pressure to the trigger not to shoot. A trickle of water oozed from the barrel of Night’s gun as he looked down the scope — Its crosshairs meeting directly at the base of her horn.
“Look at you! Lying there all smeared in grass and mud.” Velvet said in a teasing way. “I find you completely at my mercy and you still manage to turn the tables.”
Grinning, Night Light shifted his position slightly, the barrel of his weapon braced by the fallen chair, never taking his eye off Velvet. “What’s my name, dear?” He finally said, a fleeting glimpse of a smile on his face.
Velvet remained silent, but a tremble began to flow through the aura holding her water gun aloft.
“Come on, honey! Humor me!” Night teased.
“Prepare to be soaked… Mister D-20!” Velvet pulled the trigger.
Having projected the move, Night was able to fire once before he felt his grip on the water cannon instantly fail, sending it flying out of his grasp. He heard the weapon strike the ground hard with a thud somewhere behind him as his own shot struck home at Velvet’s horn, disrupting her aura and sending her weapon flying up into a tree. It impacted the trunk, releasing the cap on the ammo feed and sending pressurized water shooting into the air like a geyser — the watery stream landed on their heads seconds later.
Night chuckled and began to laugh. Across from him, Velvet was doing the same, brushing her soaking bangs from her eyes.
“Night, have you been stashing weapons around the yard all day when I’m not looking!?” Velvet shook her head in apparent disbelief. “No wonder I’m still married to you.”
“Heh. You called me Mister D-20. I was wondering if you’d forgotten my name!” Night grinned and retrieved his water cannon, placing it back in the shed before picking up the garden hose and spraying the grass off of himself.
“I never knew what that name meant for the longest time…” Velvet said, wistfully. “When the stallions called you that in school, I used to think it was referring to your measurements.”
“My… measurements?” Night arched an eyebrow at his wife.
Velvet winked and began wiggling her eyebrows back at Night.
“Ohh!” Night covered his cheek with one of his hooves like an embarrassed filly. “A twenty-inch dangler. A D-20. How lewd! How can you possibly imagine an old steed like me even thinking about sex when there are ogres in need of slaying?”
Velvet’s eyebrows lowered as she leaned her chin forward onto her upturned hoof. “Well, I don't know dear. It might have something to do with the army of young, fertile mares you’ve plowed your way through before and after we got married…”
“All for the love of the game, honey. I assure you!” Night conjured up a stack of dry towels and offered half to his wife who accepted them without comment. “A true O&O player never breaks character, even after she cums.” The pair began drying off with summoned towels from their washroom before Velvet opened her mouth to speak again.
Night gave the bushes a critical look as she couldn’t seem to immediately find the words. May as well trim the hedges while I’m up on four legs again, he thought to himself, though he knew he was just telling himself that to have something to distract from the direction the conversation was going.
“They’re begging me, you know…” she said in a hollow voice.
“Nonsense!” Night waved a dismissive hoof, withdrawing a pair of shears from the tool shed and directing them at the nearest hedge, snipping at the protruding twigs in a slightly frenzied manner. “Ponyville can’t possibly know about all my, uh, ‘game sessions’ back in Canterlot.”
Velvet lifted her chin off of her hoof and she began to glare back at him. “Night, you know you’re full of it right now. You have more respect for the ponies living here than to think they never leave town and talk to others.”
“Hey, I didn’t mean it like that, sweetie!” Night banished the towels into a nearby basket which he floated into the cellar through a pair of opened wooden hatches. “Now you’re making me feel bad! I was laying here feeling great with my perfectly cut lawn and my sprinkler systems and now you’ve come trying to make me feel like some sort of… I dunno… a mare assassin?”
Velvet snorted loud enough to wake the dead, following along behind her husband. “And just what happened to all that ‘love of the game’ horse hockey you were just talking about?”
Night lowered his ears, chagrined. “I left the game back in Canterlot, Velvet.”
Velvet leaned back on her haunches, folding her forelegs against her chest and looking away. “Why?”
“Why? Velvet, do I really…”
“Yes, you do!” Velvet cut him off with a hoof bump to his chest. “You don’t mind me having a coltfriend but you can’t have a marefriend? This never got in our way of seeing other ponies before!”
Night raised both of his forehooves up in front of him like a shield. “Velvet, I like Triton. I would never ask you to turn him away! Also, I mean, I think he’s pretty hot too. If I was a mare, I totally would. I could just bury myself in his leathery wings and live there forever!”
“Stop making me laugh while I scold you, darn it!” Velvet clutched at her heaving barrel before forcing her face into a more serious expression. “And there’s no reason you can’t be a mare with him — if you want a threesome with him later, just say so!”
“I’ll think about it,” Night muttered as quietly as he could, turning to face the hedges with his face aflame, the pruning shears suddenly missing their mark repeatedly as they continually cut at empty air. “But you were just disciplining me for my shameful lack of female companions.”
“Oh right,” Velvet muttered behind Night’s back. “As I was saying… I think we need a more balanced relationship…”
Night unsuccessfully tried to drown it out with the sound of trimming hedges. Topiary had always been a hobby of his. And with dragons on his mind from the O&O discussed earlier, he figured a dragon standing atop a castle tower’s machicolation would make for an excellent three-dimensional visual.
“...It just so happens that I have a solution to our problem.” Velvet continued to ramble. “I know you don’t want to embarrass our daughter while she’s Princess of Friendship. I respect your feelings and that’s why I’d like to keep this as discreet as possible for the both of us…”
Night gave up and sat the shears down. “Discreet? In this small town? And with our daughter’s Friendship castle in view? I don’t know what you’re planning but I think we have zero chance of keeping me a secret from the town if I’m going around rutting everypony.”
“If you’d been listening, I already told you the secret is out!” Velvet hissed. “Mares are begging me to share you, and I really want to share you!”
“But that’s…” Night felt a sudden warmth and weight beneath his belly.
“Aw, look who came out to play — it’s my lovely D-20! How’s it hanging, not-so-little buddy?” Velvet prodded at Night’s jet-black bulging erection, causing it to leap up and slap at his belly as if in response to the praise. “Still hanging quite well, I see! Ready to start filling some prime teenaged tail?”
“The answer is no, Velvet!” Despite his denial, his stallionhood only continued to fill out as visions of Twilight’s friends filled his mind. How his daughter had managed to wind up befriending the hottest mares in town a mere day after arriving in town was beyond him, but he’d fantasized about taking each of them one after another more times than he could count. And the only thing that had stopped him from trying was not wanting to cause problems for Twilight herself.
“Night’s answer is no, but D-20’s answer is a clear yes! Isn’t that right dear?” Velvet continued talking to his erection as if it were a beloved pet.
Night swallowed and nodded, bowing his head in surrender — there was no point in denying it, given his own rapidly rising phallus and the fresh fantasies of mares it fed him. “I-if Twilight is okay with it and it’s what you really want, I guess I could maybe talk to another mare. Just as long as she doesn’t get in the way of us, Velvet.”
Velvet nuzzled Night’s cheek. “You’ve given me thirty years, Night. I won’t let you get away so easily. Trust me.”
Night pecked his wife on the lips. “I trust you. What’s your plan?
“My plan is to let you relax for the rest of the day.” Velvet kissed Night’s horn, causing him to discharge a shower of pink sparks. “And tonight… you’re coming with me and Triton into town.”
“But bingo night isn’t until tomorrow!” Night held a hoof up to his temple. “And don’t tell me we’re going ziplining! That’s not until next Saturday.”
“Oh, you and your lists!” Velvet rolled her eyes. “You sound just like our daughter. Live a little! But that wasn’t what I had in mind.”
“Don’t leave me in suspense, love! Where are we going?” Night asked eagerly.
“A double date… with us!” Velvet gave Night a lopsided grin.
Night withdrew an abacus from the open window to his house and started moving the beads. “That doesn’t add up, dear. That only makes three of us. Who’s going to be our number four?”
“I leave that for you to decide, dear,” Velvet said airily. “If you’re really going to settle for just one lady, that is.”
Night’s erection began to throb.
“I see you like that idea! Ponyville has a lot of young mares here if you’re willing to go out and look for them,” Velvet continued. “Country mares and their huge families. Leaves so many ladies wanting the company of an older experienced gentlecolt who can treat them right.”
Night slapped his erection against his belly with a meaty thwack. “O-oh really? And where might these ‘ladies’ be hiding?”
“Fret not, Nighty! I’ve been doing some scouting and found just a place. A house maintained by some out-of-towners where the lonely ladies like to hang out.” Velvet straddled up to Night and hissed the base of his ear. “Does that sound like a good place for you and D-20, honey?”
Night slapped his erection against his belly again, his tail swishing from side to side in response. “Yes!”
“Then it’s settled! I’ve got my money on you finding a filly in there, D-20. Don’t let me down!” Velvet smacked his rump with her tail before walking into the cellar, leaving Night to stew in his impossible erection that he didn’t dare relieve before evening.
The rest of the day seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Filled with nervous energy, Night had deep-cleaned the whole house, assembled a Horsehammer 40K figurine and was starting on an airship in a bottle when a knock on the outside door made him whip his head up and look out the glass-domed window above his bedroom. Countless stars were now shining down on him through it with a waning gibbous moon staring down upon him with her silvery gaze.
He inhaled deeply, exhaling with a puff into the cool night air, his extremities tingling with anticipation. Voices downstairs caught his attention; a deep male voice spoke and his wife giggled like a grade-school filly.
But he put it out of his mind as he was forced to grapple with his feelings for the hour that had come.
“I feel like a high schooler again,” Night Light muttered to himself, running a comb through his blue-gray mane, proud of how full and thick it still was after so many decades of life. “It actually kind of… stinks.”
Velvet moaned with pleasure. “Never one for patience, that fellow,” Night said to himself with a knowing smile, balancing a bowler hat atop his horn before walking downstairs.
“Triton, not now. Hah! You are a bad batty!” Velvet cried out as Night approached, her chin resting on a cushion at the end of their sofa. Behind her, hind legs resting on the opposite side, her tail was flagging wildly behind her, thrashing against the hems of her hula skirt as she cooed with delight.
“Oh, don’t mind me, you two!” Night gave Triton a nod as the virile young bat-pony withdrew his face from the inside of Velvet’s skirt. He licked his face, shimmering and glistening in the cold light of the moon, with his unnaturally long tongue, revealing two long white fangs in the process. “You should really finish her off before we head off for the night. I do appreciate seeing my wife squirm like that!”
“You two are insatiable!” Velvet scolded the pair, though she didn’t sound convincing to Night. “Batty, you can feast on my fruit basket once we’re at the party!”
“My, Miss Velvet and Mister Light!” Triton dabbed at his face, still clotted with fragrant cream that filled the room with the scent of sugar cane. “She was lying in wait for me in that dress!”
Night nodded sympathetically. “I completely understand, son. I was eighteen once just like you! Seeing her laying there like that would make any red-blooded stallion take immediate action to please her.”
He patted the young bat pony stallion on his firm back, caressing his powerful wing muscles. Triton looked up at him, his eyes wide and folded leathery wings twitching from the contact — a deep red streak forming across his thin muzzle. His eyes were wide and he seemed incapable of speech but made no attempt to step away. “Especially a handsome stud like you from ?”
Triton nodded eagerly.
Night could swear he could hear the sound of his something slapping against the colt’s belly. Well, my wife is the hottest mare around. Who would blame him? he thought to himself. “I suppose if my wife insists, guess we’ll have to go then, eh? Lead the way, you two!”
And so they did, the pair leading him out into the warm, muggy summer evening down the long driveway to the main road. They must have been walking for almost an hour until they reached the very edge of Ponyville city limits along the deserted highway. The two had known exactly where they were going, cutting down forsaken side roads. Night didn’t even know the names of half of them when they stopped near an opening in the forest off the highway, connected to it by a dingy-looking trail. It did have its own official street name though: Green Hue Ln.
I suppose if Ponyville knows the road exists, chances are we won’t be ambushed by Ursas. I hope! Night thought to himself. “So… this is the place, huh. ‘Green hue’? At least it’s truth in advertising.”
“Oh yes. This is definitely it. I see that look on your face, dear! No, you’re not going to be ambushed by Ursas. That’s not until next Saturday, remember?” Velvet winked at him before disappearing into the forest. The path entering it was so overgrown that no two ponies could pass one alongside the other so Triton had to follow along behind her.
“Riiight…” Night muttered more to himself than in response to his wife as he heard the sound of underbrush crunching beneath his hooves. At least the pathway was lit up by firefly lamps on either side of the path so they could see. They had walked in about a hundred yards when he spoke again. “Velvet… I’m going to hold you to that no ambushing ru-AHHHHHHHH!”
He couldn’t restrain a yell as a creature jumped out at the trio from the forest and onto the road, blocking their path. It was dressed in what appeared to be a camouflaged ghillie suit, artfully disguised with overgrowth sewn into the fabric that Night had seen military ponies wear. They were complemented by a very un-military pair of pointed-toe faux-leather boots an old-timey bard might wear in merry olde Trottingham, covering all four of its hooves.
Its face was covered with an ivory, heart-shaped white mask, streaked with bright red paint across its grooved surface molded into the shape of a large bird. A cloak of secondary feathers covered most of the bird pony’s breast, bracken in appearance like the feathers of a great horned owl. To cap off its avian appearance, a pair of light-brown primary feathers dangled from its equine ears. It appeared to also be armed as well or possibly a musician, drawing a long wooden tube from its back with holes carved into it, pointing it vaguely in Night’s direction.
Maybe it just wants to play us a merry tune? Night swallowed loud enough that Triton and Velvet turned their heads to look back at him.
It said nothing but regarded them silently, head tilted to one side like a confused dog.
“Oh, don’t be such a craven, Night! It’s just the welcoming committee,” Velvet said in an amused air, turning her back to the ‘guard’ before bending over. Not the best move to present one’s backside to the enemy, Night supposed, but all seemed copacetic as the bird-pony stepped back into the forest, giving the three a happy owl-like hoot as they continued forward.
“All’s well that ends well! Right?” Night laughed nervously as they continued down the path. He could make out what looked like bonfire light as they turned a corner in the path and saw flickering light blotting out the stars above it. “Say, why did that owl-thing move aside when you bent over for it?”
“She showed her the sigil of Sylvian and now we get to pass through!” Triton called back. “Just like she showed me earlier. Sylvian opens many doors.”
“Sylvian…” Night muttered to himself. And then he remembered —“Sylvian!” His heart began to pound as the word registered. “I had no idea those sorts of ponies were… How long have they been here, Velvet?”
“Ever since the beginning, my love.” Velvet pressed herself against Triton who unfolded one of his vast wings and draped it over her back like a leather coat.
Night began to tremble. He felt his throat go dry. “H-how long have you been… one of them?”
Velvet laughed. The hair on Night’s back stood up. “Since Canterlot. But I never once shared myself with anypony without your permission. You trust me, right?”
“I always have dear. You know I always have!” Night choked back at her, his voice suddenly unsteady. “But I never knew you’d gone this far. Sylvian is… dangerous, dear. You can become lost in the act of lovemaking forever!”
“Lies! Cadance seeks only to limit our romantic expression with her teachings!” Velvet shouted vehemently back at him, her blue eyes glinting in the lamplight. “The old ways will never die, Night. Not so long as the Princess of Life lives on in the hearts of the faithful!” She stopped walking and cleared her throat. “Um, sorry. I got a little carried away there.”
“A little, yeah…” Night replied, finding his proper voice and sounding much braver than he felt.
“My apologies for yelling, dear. I just really love Sylvian! A-and you can love her too and come here whenever you please!” Velvet must have caught something in his expression because she slumped her shoulders and seemed to deflate right in front of him. “At least give this a chance. I think you’ll be surprised at the caliber of some of the ponies who come here. We’re not all kooks and weirdos!”
“And the pony back there?” Night tilted his head back down the trail.
“She’s a sweetheart once you get to know her!” Velvet smiled sweetly. “Takes her job a bit seriously, though. The number of ticks I’ve had to help pull off that poor mare…”
“I’d rather not think about… that,” Night grumbled softly. “Velvet… my love… my everything. If you trust these ponies, then I… urk! I… trust you as well!”
“That’s the spirit, Night!” Velvet cooed joyfully. “Every day you remind me why I married you. You’re a wonderful stallion!”
“Aw, shoot! ‘Twas noth-AAAAAAAAA!” Night jumped backwards, stumbled over his four left hooves and collapsed into a heap on the road. Staring down at him as he cowered in fear was another monster, this one swathed in black leather with a pair of long false rabbit ears sticking out of the top of the cap covering its unicorn-horned head.
“My dear! Are you alright?” the monster spoke. “That was quite a nasty spill you took!”
“R-Rarity!?” Night knew there was no mistaking the sound of her posh affectation, honed over years of practice. Night once more found his confidence and his erection — his stallionhood dropping from its sheath as he remembered why he’d come.
His mission for the night, to breed an eager mare with his wife’s blessing.
“In all of my splendor, darling!” Rarity regarded the well-endowed stallion, before giving her black leather rabbit ear a dainty flick of her hoof and turning to face his wife. “Mrs. Velvet. Did you not warn your husband before you brought him here that it wasn’t going to be your typical soiree? For shame!”
Velvet gave a full-throated guffaw as Rarity dusted her husband’s haunches and hind legs off with her light-blue aura. “You don’t give my husband enough credit. Yeah, he may look scared but he’s a stallion who fears nothing! There’s nothing he won’t do. He’ll be alright.”
That’s only because I’m normally too scared not to let you make me do it! Night told himself.
“Yeah, I’m alright. Thank you, Miss Rarity.” Night knelt like a gentlecolt and took her wrist in one hoof to kiss it.
Rarity tittered, her pale face slowly turning a shade of pink. “Oh, my dear Night Light! You are every bit the charmer I imagined!”
“And you are every bit the Lady my daughter always said!” Night replied, hoping he sounded the part of the smooth, confident consort even while trying and failing not to stare at her false ears. Why bunnies of all things? Night Light wondered. Is it in connection with breeding? Fertility? Rarity has no foals I’m aware of. Do they eat them? Oh, Celestia, I don’t like where my imagination is going!
Rarity made an exaggerated sigh. “Oh, that Velvet! Bringing you here without so much as a warning. You must think us to be quite eccentric.”
Ask me if I think you’re fat while you’re at it too! Sheesh! Night considered his options. Rarity knew he was terrified and that he had already formed a negative impression of all ponies — and potentially monsters — present. Telling her the truth about how unsettling the environment was might come off as crass to the cultured mare or worse, he may be perceived as a threat to the potentially dangerous weirdo cult.
On the other hoof, offering criticism along with praise or “horse apple sandwiches” as colts of his generation called them, would be instantly detected by the shrewd mare who Night knew from reputation was far more intelligent than she let on. This also meant deflecting the statement like a politician or offering self-deprecating humor like a second-rate comic wouldn’t work either.
No, his only way out was to capitulate entirely and gauge her reaction.
“I am… terribly sorry about my, er, awkward entrance.” Night prayed to Luna that Rarity hadn’t detected the affected hesitation as he rarely found himself at a loss for words in situations where sex was on the line. “Could we reintroduce ourselves, perhaps?”
Rarity smiled. “Given present circumstances, that seems best for the both of us. Shall we?” Rarity gestured toward the covered patio where a number of whispering ponies in silhouette looked on at them both. Night found himself scanning the area for his two escorts, but Velvet and Triton were nowhere to be seen, perhaps to allow Rarity the chance to break him in gently.
At least, I hope that’s why. Looks like I’m on my own, come what may. D-20 is my only hope for a happy ending now! A more confident stallion than Night now stepped into his shoes and gave Rarity a nod in the affirmative. “Lead the way, Lady Rarity.”
And so she did, her backside revealed to be completely bare, the leatherlike suit Rarity was clad in stopping around the middle of her belly. Kinky! That might be helpful later, Night couldn’t help but think to himself, letting her take the lead as the two walked together up the over-illuminated path.
He found his eyes watering as he did so. Powerful crystal floodlights facing away from the house left him nearly blind to the finer details of the house itself, but he could see that it was no shack but a huge three-story building. Night estimated the home’s dimensions in his head, coming up with between eight to fifteen bedrooms and four to eight full bathrooms possible, not accounting for the possibility of a fully finished basement. Such a place would require a full dragon hoard of bits to buy in Canterlot…
“Night,” the stallion’s heart skipped a beat as he was pulled out of his realtor fantasy by the sound of Rarity speaking. “What can you tell me about Sylvian?”
He blinked, trying to recall what some ponies considered the slightly sacrilegious legend around her. “Well… some say she was the creator of all magical life who lived long ago and believed ponies were the most beautiful beings in all of her creation,” Night recited from memory in a tone of measured neutrality as if he were doing a report for class. “But Sylvian herself was so hideous to mortal creatures, they were stricken with insanity upon seeing her.”
“Because mortals lack a pure love only an eternal being such as her can possess,” Rarity finished saying for Night. “You know more than most of the Ancient Divinity, Night!”
“I hate to brag, Lady Rarity, but Twilight did get her love of reading from me. Her love of vanquishing Equestria's ancient enemies, on the other hoof? That she got from her mother!” The two laughed as Rarity led him inside.
The smell of sex hit Night immediately.
The door led into a single enormous room filled with couches upon which ponies, thestrals, and zebras both male and female, engaged in all manner of sexual acts without regard to tribe or gender. Stallions upon mares, mares upon mares and stallions with stallions. None took any notice of the two but continued their frenzied lovemaking, the cries of pleasured ponies echoing off the white marble stone walls, surrounding Night in a sarcophagus of orgiastic sound.
But it wasn’t the sight of equine bacchanalia that captured the stallion’s attention but the faintly glowing symbol, apparently written in chalk, that covered the center of the room. A symbol he’d seen only once before in his life, inscribed to parchment older than Equestria itself and left forgotten in Canterlot Library, banished so that none would discover its secrets amidst the endless rows of arcane knowledge.
An ‘opened eye’ the parchment had described it as; one that just so happened to perfectly resemble a mare’s vagina:
The Eye of Sylvian.
Night wrinkled his nose and snorted involuntarily, trying to expel the heady scent of sweat and mingled sexual essences without success. Heat and hardness beneath his hind legs throbbed with each beat of his racing heart until twenty inches of mottled masculine meat he’d managed to fill effortlessly dangled beneath his belly.
“How is this possible?” he asked in a hushed tone.
Rarity said nothing but pointed to a brightly-hued earth pony mare with enormous ears and stallion spunk-covered cutie mark of a single red rose taking thick, exquisitely rigid shafts in both her mouth and marehood from a bat pony and zebra.
“Of course…” Night whispered reverently. “She once spoke to me of her ancestor who bore over two-hundred foals during her unnaturally long life. I would have never guessed that she’d been a follower of the Old Ways. Much less that the tribe she founded would still hold to them after living in Equestria for centuries.”
“Night…” The stallion felt a pair of lips brush up against his swollen apples, Rarity’s breath tickling their graying hairs. “Will you share your love…” Rarity inhaled deeply and moaned in apparent satisfaction “...with somepony in need?”
“Rarity…” Night whispered back to her. “I want you badly. Ever since Twilight introduced you to me all those years ago. But… I’m not sure if I can have you like this.”
“Night…” Rarity trailed kisses up the length of his hardness, starting at the base. “Just because Sylvian is hidden from you doesn’t mean you can’t celebrate the life she created. This is why we’re here tonight. We give our love freely to each other so that she may feel loved through us.”
The other ponies did seem to be enjoying themselves quite a lot. Though one bat pony mare, in particular, did look to be in some discomfort from the anal sex she was receiving from the much larger zebra stallion thrusting into her. She must have been at it for a while! Night thought.
“And you’ll be with me, Lady Rarity? I-I will not face Sylvian alone?” Initially fearful, Night’s confidence bolstered with each syllable.
Rarity withdrew herself from beneath his legs, the tips of her rabbit ears brushing the fine hairs of his belly. “Sylvian is not an enemy to be faced, my dear Night! You will face me and me alone…although, there is a marginal chance — quite trivial really — that she makes herself known to you by manifesting physically in the breeding chamber…”
Night gaped, his eyes bulging at Rarity.
“... But that’s only so she can bestow upon you her mark and blessing!” Rarity explained with a reassuring smile. “‘Tis an honor, really to be visited by her.”
“I’ll go completely insane!” Night’s voice cracked with emotion.
“Oh, you’ll be fine! We haven’t had a case of insanity since… Well, no matter.” Rarity flashed the older gentlecolt her trademark smile. “She doesn’t reveal herself fully these days anyway. We have a deal, you see. We can’t just have ponies walking around with their minds addled. What would the neighbors say?”
Rarity turned her back to Night, lifting her elegant coiled tail and resting it on his back. “And I, dearest Night, have a deal for you as well. One you’ll find… quite persuasive!”
Night found his forehooves drawn to her ivory rump as if pulled by marionette strings. They were soft to the touch, which was no surprise; a proper lady such as she was above such things as manual labor. Rarity’s tail twitched slightly where it rested on his back, drawing his gaze to the single bare patch of fair skin on her tail. A pair of icy blue diamonds pierced the dock of her tail joined in the middle by a solid silver bar.
Her tailhole was puffy, betraying her hidden love for anal action — the defined ring of muscles around her unmentionable entrance sufficient to grab any stallion fortunate enough to plumb its depths, able to provide an even tighter and sweeter experience than any novice could ever hope to give her lover.
His mouth grew closer still to Rarity’s treasure box. He rested a manicured hoof on the thick lips of her vulva and stroked the delicate pink folds that sat betwixt a toughened mound of labial tissue as blue as her sparkling eyes. Night inhaled deeply and sighed; coaxing the tender mare with his tongue until her lips parted, revealing a small pink button of a clitoris peeking restlessly from its lair.
He would groom it, relentlessly. As he must for such a venerable young mare, savoring the taste of her blueberry muff in the process.
“Got your attention, have I?” Rarity said haughtily. “You can have all you want once we arrive downstairs.”
Night vaguely muttered his assent before continuing to lick and tease the adorable pink creature having taken up residence in the most hallowed hallway in all of Equestria when the creature and its owner began walking away across heavy oak-planked floors, down a particularly long flight of stairs, and into a surprisingly cool and damp cave-like room at the bottom — the ensorcelled stallion stumbling and licking from her gently weeping petals the entire way.
Rarity moaned blissfully, finally coming to a stop. “Night, your princely dedication to a lady’s needs is both noted and desperately in need of recompense!”
Night shook himself from his nectar-filled reverie at the sound of chains clanking. Briefly alarmed, he looked up relieved to see it wasn’t himself in need of entrapment but Rarity herself who appeared to be hooking herself into some sort of full-body restraint.
So that’s what she’s into, eh? I have to admit the Sylvian cultists really know how to have fun! Getting to rut a mare in restraints will be the most normal part of tonight if this plays out the way most of my frat parties did back at CU. “Careful, those chains look like they could hurt! Let me help with that.”
“You’re a sweetheart but I’ve got this, Sir Night,” Rarity replied gently. “It takes a while to learn the ropes…as it were. I can teach you how to tie everything up all nice and pretty another time. She adjusted, detached and reattached the velcro strap until it met her approval.
As Rarity continued to work, Night took stock of his surroundings. “Wow!” He found himself inside the home’s massive basement, but rather than being surrounded by basic concrete, the foundation was lined in green marble streaked with what appeared to be flakes of gold, lit by an overhead chandelier giving dimension to just how far underground the basement went.
“This room is… it’s wonderful!” Night felt like he was soaring through some unexplored nebula of which only Luna could name. An illusion only broken by the pale glow of white beneath him framed by a much larger version of the Sylvian Sigil.
“All finished, dear. So how do I look?”
Rarity had climbed into, or rather entombed herself in, what appeared to be a full-body suit of medieval armor that immobilized her body entirely but allowed access to her most vulnerable and desirable rear portals. A long chain bolted to the ceiling with a carabiner clip at the end, fastened to another clip attached to an uncomfortable-looking metal assembly coiled around her tail, forcing the mare to expose herself to him. A small puddle of blueberry-scented bliss had already formed on the floor beneath her hind legs.
“You look… a little tied up at the moment.” Night made a goofy smile.
“Quite.” She gave the chain holding her tail aloft a gentle shake with her aura. “And now that the ritual has been prepared, there are two rules you must follow.”
“I’m listening,” Night replied, his muzzle buried in marshmallowy softness.
“First and foremost, your part in this ritual must be to express your deepest desires for me, not simply to make yourself look honorable or to please me.” Rarity hesitated before continuing. “Such dishonesty would be an affront to Sylvian, and Applejack wouldn’t approve either were she here!”
“Are you sure about that Rarity? I don’t mean to brag but, I’m substantially larger than the average stallion, and can keep going for quite a while. I’d rather you not end up in the hospital!” Night remembered his wife telling him before they married that he was going to have to get at least one marefriend to empty his loads into as a condition for them to marry after a memorable thirty-hour straight rutting session that left her sore for weeks. And with no less a mare than Rarity offering herself to him, he wasn’t going to lose hardness any time soon.
“My Darling Night Light, there’s no limit to sex besides what boundaries you put in your way!” Rarity said airily. “You will not stop until you’re physically unable to proceed. In other words, you must give your full concentration, regardless of anything I might say. That is the second condition by which you can receive Sylvian’s blessing — and mine — for this shared act of worship.”
Night slapped his belly again with his restless erection, snorting loud before licking the rim of Rarity’s tailhole and teasing the diamond-studded bar on her dock — the latter eliciting out a filly-like shriek of pure passion and pleasure as it was gently tugged by the stallion’s teeth. “I’m afraid I don’t care much for the affairs of deities, Lady Rarity. However, your terms are more than acceptable. So if it’s all of me you wish, rutting with absolute abandon until neither of us can see straight or stand... then you shall have it!”
“That’s the spirit, darling!” Rarity replied breathlessly as Night straddled the smaller mare, barely twenty years old and aesthetically lean, even by the petite standards of the unicorn mare compared to the other pony races. “Now make me your mare and do the Great Sylvian proud!”
“Your wish is my command…” Night gave her marehood an experimental prod and was delighted to see it give to his advances so easily. Warmth and wetness embraced his stallion pride as Rarity moaned in approval. “Though you will forgive me for saying that with such a beautiful and desirable young mare before me, it is you I wish to do proud!”
“So generous!” Rarity whispered back to him as he pressed himself through studded folds of undulating fragrant flesh that nipped gently at his foreskin. He could feel her heart beating faster and faster as he buried himself to the hilt, which turned out to be eight inches into her when he was stopped by the cervix. “And so deep!”
“Not deep enough…” Night slowly pulled out, Rarity’s body trying unsuccessfully to pull him back in. “For you to take my full length, I have a different hole in mind, my Lady!”
“Oh my!” Rarity replied excitedly, her tail flagging hard against its restraints; the sound of clanking chains echoing off the walls as Night Light positioned the tip of his organ against the dark sapphire-hued sphincter. “Then fill it! And by the favor of Sylvian, fill me!”
“With pleasure… both mine and yours!” Aided by Rarity’s love juices, the siege was brief as Rarity’s tailhole admitted the head of his meaty mare massager. Her restraints shook with both the trembling of her body and the great force he was exerting on her to push himself deeper, but they held the elegant devotee in place, allowing the father of her friend to guide himself in further.
He moaned, and so did Rarity. He couldn’t help it — her tail was so much tighter on account of her puffy ring, but no marehood could ever offer the sweet, sweet friction the tail could, squeezing and massaging the full size of his throbbing phallus within her.
Rarity whimpered and trembled but said nothing further, increasingly lost in her sensual sensations as her rear continued to slowly swallow her erotic invader. Unable to speak, she could only moan in increasing urgency as her anal opening continued absorbing inch after illicit inch of Night’s girth.
For his part, Night Light felt increasingly enveloped by the magnificent mare before him, amazed at not only her ability to take all of him there, but his own irresistible desire to take her tail so hard and so deep that no other stallion could ever satisfy her again. His passion building to its inevitable outcome, Night lolled his head back and groaned in satisfaction when he finally embedded the last of his twenty inches into his new mistress. He swore the edges of his vision were turning green when he pulled back partially only to promptly shove himself back in with a satisfying smack of his sack against her backside, but the pleasure was too great to deny.
The slow rhythmic thrusting intensified as the stallion accelerated his pace into Rarity’s now fully-surrendered form. She leaned into the restraints as he hammered her faster with every piston-like drive of his hips, savoring not just the feel of her rear wrapped around his shaft but the natural scent of her sweaty body — so much more honest than the scented perfumes and soaps one usually would expect from the class-conscious avowed socialite.
Now I know why Twilight likes her! She’s a genuine girl who’s anything but shallow. She’s in fact quite deep! So deep, so good, and so… He lost his train of thought as he felt not just his inevitable orgasm but something far more primal and powerful welling up within him.
An odd shade of the most verdant green he’d ever seen pressed in on his vision tighter and tighter but despite his coming climax, Night felt neither dizzy nor faint. As it felt anything but bad, he closed his eyes and continued his act of carnal worship, celebrating not only the amorous act’s rapture but the simple joy of living it gave them both.
Velvet was right. Why did I fight this? This is who I am. This is who WE are! And THIS is what ponies are meant to do and be! He had no sooner had the thought when, as if in response to the simple statement of sexual liberation, he recognized a third, far more powerful being already in the room.
It made no sound nor had any sort of physical manifestation, but it was definitely there; a presence on the periphery of his magical sense. He might have been alarmed by And yet, it didn’t bring him fear but fertility. As well as an overwhelming desire to state the truths his heart and soul were all but bursting with. “Rarity… I’ve wanted you for so long… of all of Twilight’s friends, you were always my favorite!” Spots of brightest emerald green burst behind his eyelids as the rapturous release of multiple bursts of stallion seed overcame all sense and reason within him.
Night opened his mouth to let out a victorious nicker-like roar but felt a soft, leathery something wrap its way around his eyes and muzzle. “Mphf!”
“Green in my vision… a blindfold on my eyes! She is here! She is here!” Rarity cried out repeatedly as more tentacles wrapped themselves around Night Light’s body, both blinding and restraining him. With Rarity’s words, Night Light recognized that they were impossibly in the presence of Sylvian herself, sensing instinctively that his vision was blocked to make sure he didn’t see her and go mad.
Lost in his own still-surging climax, he couldn’t have resisted her even if he wanted to. He knew the potential danger, and yet, far from being afraid, Night felt his body relax and felt his legs give way to the ethereal creature's grasp, letting it guide his actions and heighten everything he was feeling to unimaginable levels of erotic rapture.
He came hard, emptying himself into Rarity repeatedly, and yet, even when it finished, he found himself ready to go again immediately. And even more astonishing, compelled to do so with triple the passion, sensation and intensity than before.
This must be what eternity feels like! Night thought to himself as the pressure in his sack began to build again. His body and urges no longer fully his own, he saw nothing behind his shielded gaze but a green haze through which bolts of light shot that coincided with particularly powerful bursts of pleasure, like magical sparks traveling along a horn from a held spell.
It was more incredible and potent than any sensual sensation he’d ever experienced before, though, charging him up to unheard-of levels of passion and virility. All now aimed squarely at the squirming, squawking mare before him.
“Ah-ah-AHHHH!” Rarity shrieked from beneath him. “I simply did not sign up for this level of generosity!”
Ah, but you did, Miss Rarity. A female’s voice entered Night’s mind; one the captured stallion instantly realized that Rarity could hear as well. And now you must play your part as promised.
Lifted off the ground by the magical presence in the room, he felt all four hooves hit the floor once more as his legs began to expand, seemingly augmented by its power to gain more size and sinew. His newly massive muscles tensed, feeling on the verge of tearing until they felt like a bubbling liquid beneath his skin and yet he felt no pain. His stallionhood, still firmly embedded into Rarity’s rear portal, doubled in girth as the sack beneath his sheath expanded three times in size.
“M-My word! P-perhaps the other hole would be a b-better fit, dear!” a shaky Rarity suggested, her voice cracking like that of a foal’s as she shuddered beneath him, struggling to accommodate his still-swelling stature. “Stretched so far… I d-don’t know how much more I can take…”
The tendril around his eye was abruptly withdrawn, seemingly melting away. The diving presence of Sylvian now safely inside of him where she could not be seen, Night opened his eyes and saw the helpless mare shivering beneath him, covered in sweat which rolled from her alabaster body and onto the floor — so delicate yet hardy as she still took every enhanced and exquisitely engorged inch of him into her body, causing her belly to bulge all the way up to her sternum.And yet, given his new size, she only held half of him. Which he knew instinctively from her presence was insufficient for Sylvian’s purposes
No matter what she says, Night grimly reminded himself of Rarity’s warning not to stop. Though, he doubted he could stop even if he wanted to as he began to thrust anew, futilely trying to press his now greatly enlarged medial ring into the widening gap as gouts of stallion seed squirted with surprising force from the stretched sphincter around it, slowly filling the beveled, sunken symbol in the floor with white lava that glowed bright green in his vision if not in actuality.
Even as he only briefly noticed the sigil-like carving around them that was collecting his sacred seed along with her fertile fluids, Night sensed his mission:
He must fill it, and her, to appease Sylvian.
To become her newest agent and avatar in the world, meant to spread her timeless message of love and lust throughout not just Equestria, but the entire world.
“N-night? AHHHHH~!” Rarity cried out as at last the medial ring had accomplished its goal, locking itself so deep inside of her that it could not be removed from her until he softened. But it felt so good and so right that he wanted to keep his newly enormous phallus within her for all eternity, rutting her rear for the rest of time.
Admittedly, a tempting notion. But for the rest of tonight will do, my newest and most endowed agent of ecstasy, the now-familiar female voice sounded directly in his head again before he sensed the presence within him addressing Rarity next.
He was just able to make out her words through the delirium of desire he felt. Know that your tail is his — and mine — forever, to be taken at any time by whoever we wish, Rarity Belle, whether it is in your bed or even walking in a fashion show. And as it has proven most accommodating and a true treasure of tucking, we have yet to discover its limits of size and pleasure. But I look forward to finding out.
“Y-yes… my most revered and sensuous Sylvian!” she just barely managed through strained and gasping breaths. Night growled lustfully as his efforts halted, encased in erotic alabaster stone. “I am yours — and his — forever!!” She shivered violently as his newly larger form and enormous organ suspended her in the air.
Indeed you are. Fear not, you will find your servitude most enjoyable. And as for YOU, my superb stallion, it is your destiny to tuck the tail of every mare you meet. That is how you will spread my power and message. But never forget what you feel now. And never forget the glory that is Rarity. For SHE will please and pleasure you — and me —most of all! Sylvian reminded him.
“Never…” he just found enough focus to echo. “I will spread your word far and wide with my sensual spear. I will tuck every tail in your name. Starting with the rapturous Rarity herself!”
He sensed her smile within him. And with the touch of my power, be assured you will have the ability to do so regardless of your target. But I will let you discover that on your own. Nor will I object if you wish to take mares in other ways, but your preference and mine — will always remain the rear. Now claim this mare. And let two become one! The female voice spoke into his mind once more before Night began to roar with savage need, emptying his augmented apples fully into his beloved before the room began to spin. Everything went dark.
Night opened his eyes as the first rays of sun rose up over the windowsill and into his face. His legs were tangled up around somepony sensuously soft, squishy and undoubtedly feminine with a beautiful white coat in his and his wife’s bed. Then he remembered the night before. But who’s the pony holding on to me? “Wha? Where am I? W-who’s grabbing me!?
“Night, you’re awake!” the voice of his wife reached his ears.
Rarity shifted, mumbled something and also woke up, groaning in apparent pain. “My word! I fear I won’t be sitting down for quite a while. Velvet, dear, how long were we out?”
“A couple of days. I’m proud to say that my husband still has the stamina of a Zebrecan prince!” She kissed Night on the cheek.
“A couple of days!?” Night exclaimed, suddenly fully awake, the presence in him departed except an odd sense that she was never far away. “I don’t remember anything past my first climax!”
“I remember the first eight hours or so. Time does pass quickly in the dungeon!” Rarity said as chipper as if she were a senior citizen discussing the birds she’d been watching in her background. “You took my tail as it had never been before, and yet for all my current discomfort, I only want more! My word… to think a stallion would be blessed with such love-making capabilities as to earn Sylvian’s favor on his first attempt!”
“I had no doubts,” Velvet said, leaning over to kiss him before removing what felt like a cold compress on his head. “There’s a reason I married him, after all, and—” her voice suddenly trailed off as she gave an audible gasp.
“Velvet? What’s wrong, dear? Is he—” Rarity began to ask as she rolled over and propped herself up, only to fall silent herself. Opening his eyes, Night Light realized that Rarity and Velvet were standing over him as he lay on his back, staring at his forehead as if it were a laboratory experiment.
“Well, will you look at that — it’s not even hidden! I guess he’ll be needing to be wearing his hat a lot more in public now,” Velvet said thoughtfully, Rarity nodding back at her in agreement.
“A hat? Uh, why?” Night looked up at the pair, frowning.
The two mares looked at each other and grinned wickedly as Velvet picked up a mirror from her dresser and showed it to him.
“That’s why. Welcome to the club, D-20!”
“By Sylvian herself…” was all a stunned Night Light could say as beheld his reflection. Etched into his face just below his horn was a scar. A symbol said to resemble an opened eye but looked much more like a mare’s vagina.
“So then it was real! She was here, within me! And that means…” Her words flooded back to him along with his new mission to take tuck the tail of every mare he met, Night’s erection rose immediately back to a full three-foot mast as Rarity and Velvet drew closer, eyeing it hungrily. He grinned back at the two, smiling crookedly back at them as saw again both his new stature and he sensed its effect on them.
“You know what? I can think of worse fates. And since I’m now ordered to do so by Sylvian herself…” He hefted his surprised wife in his suddenly irresistibly strong aura and began to lower her onto his spear, positioning her perfectly over its tip. “You first, dear. Just don’t make me pass out again, or it’s back to the bingo hall!”
Ending S - “The God of Anal Annihilation”
