Cadance lay in the bed, her whole body aching. The night had been rough on her. The sheets were scattered across the room, while she and Night Light lay on the bare mattress. The mattress would have been ruined if not for the mattress covers that Night and Velvet owned. The cover, though, was covered in fluids from the both of them. She glanced at a little red spot by her nose, unsure of if it was blood from one of his possessive “nips” or cooled candle wax from the damned toy. A light touch with her nose confirmed that it was wax. He’d groomed most of the wax out of her fur with his teeth, at least.

Most of it. Some of the patches had been hot enough to leave little welts, and little red dots peppered around her still sensitive pussy lips. Of course, the welts hadn’t stopped him from fucking her. Nor had it stopped her from enjoying it. Cadance wanted to roll over, but she was still pinned by his dick. He was buried, balls deep in her ass while she had an entirely different rubber toy still buried in her pussy.

He was deep in her gut, the only lube his own cum mixed with hers. She shuddered, glad that it was pretty damn good lube. Night was nibbling across the base of her wings, occasionally muttering and sometimes giving her a “nip”. She’d grown to like the nips.

Anal was painful, it seemed. She didn’t mind. The pain kept her somewhat focused. Somewhat in this world and not in that strange blind euphoria she’d sometimes retreat to when he fucked her pussy. Although, she liked that very much. It actually scared her how much she liked that. At least with Anal, she’d come down occasionally. And the nips…

“Oooh… fuck….”

The nips helped her stay right where she wanted to be.

Her pussy weakly flexed around the oiled toy, finding the firm filling sensation comforting as she clenched around it in a mild, wonderful euphoric bliss.

As the world faded in and out from her eyes and her body weakly shuddered, she idly wondered how many hours had it been? How many times had they… done… stuff. She stared blankly at the red dot of wax, the only thing she could see with her blurry eyes even as her tired mouth gasped for air.

They hadn’t just had sex. They’d touched, they’d kissed, they’d licked, they’d parted, they’d penetrated, and then they’d done it all wrong and backwards and upside down and that had been even better. She quivered as he moved his lips over her horn, feeling him drawing up her magic again.

It was his magic now. It had been all night. He’d used her horn to cast spells on her almost relentlessly once they got to the bed. Some to rejuvenate them, some to make her feel blinding bliss, and some just to show that he could. His lips on her her horn just felt so right. She could sink into this feeling forever, relinquishing her casting point to him entirely.

The idea that she’d never shared it before tonight felt so wrong to her. In his lips, it felt like it belonged. He knew how to use it like any other part of her body. Cadance shuddered as the magic welled up again and her eyes rolled back.

“Night… Yess….” She moaned, feeling his dick press even deeper into her gut. She squeezed him with her ass. He belonged there. It felt so good when he was inside of her. It felt so right when he was on top of her. Cadance tried to scream as the magic bubbled over, Night stealing the spell from her horn like an apple from a tree. Willing and sweet, the now familiar sensation of Night’s euphoria spell soaked into her. The magic oozed down her head and he dipped his hoof in it before slopping the plasm over her clennched pussy.

She really did scream as she came again, her body unsure how to even process the continuing bursts of ecstaticy that ripped apart her nervous system.

With a soft coo, the spell settled and she sunk into the mattress. Night settled on her, pressing deep and groaning as he burst through the sealing ring’s enchantment one more time. His warm seed painted her insides, coating her with yet another obscene layer of his essence. He marked her once again, and the warmth flooded her gut.

Sighing deeply, she settled into the bed. This wasn’t just nice, this was some kind of tortuous heaven. Some kind of horrible, awful, wonderful afterlife. He pulled his sopping, spunk covered dick out of her, and she moaned.

“You’re one hell of a fuck toy, princess.”

She rolled over, kissing him deep and squeezing out the rubber toy with a lewd wet slurp before answering. Her smile was an easy, confident grin. God, she felt so good right now, so sure of herself. “I sure as hell am.”

He wrapped her in a warm embrace, something loving and sweet. Cadance returned it, enjoying the intimacy of the act, being belly to belly and face to face with him was easily her favorite position—dick or no dick. She just loved kissing him so much.

She looked into his eyes, his gorgeous amber eyes. “What’s next, Night?”

Night looked up from her face and across the room. “Well, I since you liked the candle and my little love bites so much, I was thinking about getting the paddle. You’ve been a very bad princess, and it’s about time for some… comeuppance.”

She shivered. The candle had been nice. Very nice. She was learning so much about herself. It turns out that Night had been right about a lot of things involving her. She wondered how the paddle would feel across her already stinging ass. How it would tingle across the wax marks. How it would shock her when it glanced across her already tender pussy lips.

Night kept talking as his eyes drifted towards the window. “But it looks like the sun’s coming up. So I guess it’s up to you. How are you feeling, my little fuck toy of a princess? Are you feeling like a good, honest mare?”

Cadance’s mind blanked. Fuck.

Night turned to look down at her and pressed into a soft kiss. “Or are you a bad little princess who’s had the honesty fucked right out of her, and might need some beat back in?”

She glanced out the window, watching the rays of the rising sun, a growing frustration in her gut. Reluctantly, she pushed his face away from hers. She took a breath, looking inside to see what she felt.

The little voice was silent.

She opened her eyes, staring deep into Night’s. Fuck he was still handsome, even with dark, sleepless bags under his eyes and covered in splotches of their filthy adventures. If anything, the tired look of degradation only made him more beautiful. She rolled her eyes and groaned, torn by whatever was happening between her heart and the rest of her.

He always knew how to pull her apart.

Why was this happening to her? She was a princess. Princesses should get what they want. She angrily pulled him into another kiss. “I’m sure you have curtains, Night.”

Night quickly kissed her, and she closed her eyes and soaked into the kiss.

His horn lit up, and his hair floated gorgeously around his head as he closed all the curtains at once, blocking out the sun’s light. He pulled out of the kiss and looked at her with intense, twinking amber eyes.

Those were the hungry eyes she needed. She shivered and squirmed under his cruel gaze.

“Curtains it is, my bad little princess.”

The train cart bumped, waking Cadance from her memories. She blushed as she looked around the interior, hoping no one had noticed her heavy breathing. That morning hadn’t exactly been her best moment as the princess of love. Luckily, Shining and Velvet hadn’t come home that night either.

Cadance had practically crawled out of that bedroom after almost two full days of decadent debauchery and sin, and the only witnesses had been her co-conspirator, Night, and a completely oblivious Twilight who had absentmindedly thanked her for the lovely visit and the cookies from behind an over sized tome on the history of pegasus architecture. Cadance had not brought, nor seen, cookies.

She’d spent a week rationalizing it. Trying to come to terms with what she’d done. What Night had “made” her do. She’d met Shining once during that week, and almost felt better about everything. He didn’t treat her any different, and she didn’t treat him. Even their hug felt the same at the end of the evening. Still loving, and still wonderful. She’d almost forgotten, at least until the next week rolled around.

It was a small solace that she managed to leave as the sun came up after her next tie with Night; and almost every re-match after. Cadance shifted her knees awkwardly as her tail swished into the seat cushion. Flurry and Shining were absorbed in their comic books.

Her heart calmed slightly as her eyes settled on her family. They’d love her no matter what. She was confident now that her relationship with Shining was, in fact, strong enough to survive the reveal. But she still wouldn’t do it to him. He loved his father and her so much. She could literally feel the love from him. Cadance wasn’t cruel. There was no need to hurt him.

At this point, she didn’t even really feel guilty about it. It may be taboo, but the dark secret was more of an annoyance than anything. Velvet truly wouldn’t care, assuming the years of stories that Night had shared with her by now had any inkling of the truth to them. Literally the only ponies left that the truth could hurt were Shining and Flurry; and she loved them with everything she had. So she kept up the lie.

It wasn’t truly a lie, either. She really did hate Night Light, with a unique passion, and she was fairly certain he didn’t like her all that much. That’s probably why he enjoyed fucking her so roughly. Once upon a time, she’d struggled to identify what they were to each other. She’d eventually settled on enemies with benefits.

He was an absolute dick, mostly to her, but she still had to admit that he was handsome. Almost mythically so. Even as he got older, he only seemed to grow more distinguished, like a wine aging in a cellar. Cadance growled, shifting uncomfortably in the seat. Her thighs were warm.

He was doing this to her again. It wasn’t even the weekend yet, and she was already getting uncomfortably wet. This weekend was going to be hell with Velvet around as well. Night had discretely told Cadance to pack her wedding dress, and for some Celestia forsaken reason she’d done it. Over the now decades long affair, Velvet had never let on that she knew, so Cadance doubted he planned on including her. The weekend was likely to be incredibly uncomfortable for everypony.

She glared angrily at Shining. “Shining, dear, you better enjoy this weekend.”

He looked up in daze, then smiled. “Cady? Of course! Flurry and I have it all planned out!”

Flurry nodded from behind her book, not looking up. Cadance sighed reluctantly.

Shining nudged her. “You’re still welcome to come with us, honey! We have plenty of space in the hotel room. Of course, we wouldn’t need any more space for you. You’d just share my bed, anyways.” He waggled his eyebrows.

Cadance flapped her lips in amusement, and Flurry groaned. “Don’t be gross, guys. I’m sleeping in the same room. If Mom comes, she’s sleeping in her own bed.” Flurry squinted over her comic book. “At least while I’m in the room.”

Cadance laughed at her daughter’s innocence, and a small voice in the back of her head coldly reminded her that she should do something about that. She shushed the voice. Flurry had a few years before that was a concern, and she was a far more rebellious child than Cadance or Shining had ever been. She wouldn’t need any sort of intervention.

Probably.

She kept up the happy family routine while her mind idled on that cold, horrible thought. “You’re not convincing your mom to spend the weekend surrounded by nerds and sleeping in a cold bed, thank you. I’ll just stay with your grandparents and enjoy Canterlot. I could catch up on some shopping!”

Flurry rolled her eyes, and Shining laughed.

Cadance’s mind wandered on the thought. Night had been right, after all. His fucked up, absolutely disgusting education had ended up paying dividends. Forget the endless parade of idiot wannabee pickup artists that came after her and Shining. They would have survived a few sordid affairs just fine. Night had comfortably proven that to her. No, the thing that would have broke them was Chrysalis.

Cadance’s eyes darkened as she began to brood. Night had been insatiable leading up to the wedding. The disgusting old pervert had realized that his little pet princess fucktoy was about to be a lot harder to play with once she tied the knot. She shuddered remembering a particularly dangerous family outing where he’d cornered her in the bathroom. The rest of the family had been slurping pasta while she’d slurped his dick in a bathroom stall.

Night had always been arrogant and cruel to Cadance, but somehow they had never been caught. So when Chrysalis captured her and started playing her fucked up games, Cadance had been surprised at how gentle the games turned out to be. Oh, she pretended the games were rough. She pretended she was hurt, betrayed, that it was a truly harrowing experience. But really? It wasn’t any worse than an extended stay with Night. A long weekend with no adult supervision.

And when it was over, and Shining teary eyed confessed that he’d done that and “So much more” with Chrysalis, Cadance hadn’t even flinched. She hadn’t cared at all. All she cared about was that he was safe, and they were together again. Their love was stronger than any carnal act of debauchery, any possible thing that Chrysalis could have done to the young prince couldn’t compare to losing him, and she had the perspective to fully understand that and help him work through his trauma.

Night had given her that perspective. That horrible, terrible, incredibly valuable perspective.

Cadance stared at Flurry, suddenly afraid of another monster like Chrysalis. Maybe it was time. Reluctantly, Cadance decided to assign Flurry some personal guards when she got home. She’d scour the guard for the most handsome stallions and the most beautiful mares. Cadance would personally interview them. Flurry might need the experience.

Angrily, she whipped her head down and into her hooves. That wasn’t a thought a mother should have about their daughter. Night had done this to her. And here she was, barreling along in a train to meet him, full well knowing that he’d do it to her again.

Her legs squirmed uncomfortably, as her heart beat out of tune. He was going to do it again very soon.

Author's Note

Twilight Velvet is an understanding, and loving wife. She knows Night has a mistress, or maybe two, but she doesn't pry. It's none of her business and she doesn't care. Night Light can play around and have fun, but he knows where his bread is really buttered. Besides, if she pried into his playtime, he might pry into hers...