Night Light had always hated the duality of beds. Sleeping and sex were good. Anxiety attacks and existential crises in the long, dark hours were not. The nervousness was the worst and the creeping fear that perhaps this was happening because of his inadequacies as a stallion in whatever area he might have neglected. He was always certain that if given enough time to fret over something, the answer would have to manifest at some point. There was nothing like rummaging through every filing cabinet in your brain just to avoid having an uncomfortable conversation with your wife.
Velvet flopped on the bed with her back to him. It was now or never. Night draped a foreleg over her shoulder and scooted in to spoon her. He ran his hoof lightly down her side, making her shiver. He stopped on her flank and stroked her, his caress meandering to her rump. Then he kissed the back of her neck slowly and sensually. She tucked her head in a shrug with a giggle, the way she did back when they were dating and for a moment he thought he had her. She was going to roll over and they'd lock lips and then it was off to the races… or whatever passed for 'the races' anymore. It would be something and that was all he needed. Something… Anything…
"Not tonight, Night" she breathed flatly. "I'm just… tired."
Night sighed and slowly returned his wandering hoof to the sleeping position around her barrel.
He should have bluntly propositioned her after dinner. It wouldn't have changed the outcome but it would have saved him from the disappointment and indignity of making an effort only to get hit with the cold water bucket.
It's not me, he thought. It's… She's just tired, like she said. Can't fix that. But… it had been so long, almost three months. It was always something. If she wanted to, they'd find the time. She couldn't be happy with this amount of sex… Unless she was getting it from somewhere else. The idea stuck in his brain like rotten leaves in a rain gutter.
Why would she do that to me, he wondered, already jumping to worst case scenarios. He could see faces of other stallions, most likely candidates to stab him in the back.
Where did I fail her? He was back in the filing cabinets again. His wife snored softly in his absentminded grip as he laid there, contemplating the temperature of love. He was right up against her and she felt like a glacier. - - -
"Is there any reason I shouldn't enact something like that?" pondered Celestia with a hoof to her chin.
Night rubbed his eyes with one hoof, ruing the bright light of the princess' throne room. "Actually I think that would conflict with the San Palomino town charter," he began. "And you did say on a podium in recent memory that you'd recognize all standing local laws designating religious and cultural sites. If I recall, that would make the town exempt entirely."
"I did say that,"she sighed, deflating in her seat. "Equestria-wide uniformity would make this so much easier though." She tapped a meditative hoof on the foreleg rest.
"Well, let's take a look at the verbage they used in the charter," suggested Night. "Maybe I'm remembering some details wrong or perhaps you can craft something that circumvents it."
Celestia nodded in agreement. "Very well. Take your time; I'm having an early lunch."
"Your highness," he bowed. Then he teleported to the Royal Canterlot Archive where he was free to let out his yawn without breach of decorum.
The archives had the single largest collection of important legal documents from all over the nation and even parts beyond. Most of them were simply transcribed copies but it was an invaluable resource for a ruler… and it was darker than the throne room, typically vacant and even quieter than the library. If he wasn't careful, he might curl up on the floor and fall asleep.
Night shambled past row after row. Each stack was two stories tall and consisted of wooden cubicles stuffed with all manner of scrolls, tomes and loose leaves.
Just tall enough to reach without the ladder, he reared up where he thought the copy of the charter should be and began shuffling through the mess of papers with his magic.
"Hello, Night," came a familiar voice.
He turned with a start to see Raven Inkwell surprisingly close at his side. "Oh, Hello, Ms. Inkwell. You working on something here too."
"You might say that." She ran a hoof down the frame of a cubicle. "You're still calling me that."
"What?"
"Ms. Inkwell," she clarified with a drawn out s like a hiss of disgust.
Night scratched his head. "Well… I'm just-"
She adjusted her glasses. "You've known me for years now," she sighed. "I would have thought we'd be on a mutual first name basis by now. It just feels cold and impersonal."
"If… that's what you'd like," he offered warily.
"It is."
The two of them paused, letting the odd moment soak in. It was a simple enough request but was strange to think about in practice. He always used titles and surnames while on the job; if he just suddenly started calling her 'Raven' it might raise some eyebrows.
"What are you looking for today?" she asked curiously.
"Oh, uh… charter," he muttered, trying to collect his thoughts. He peered back in the box, inhaling the scent of dust. "I need to have a look at San Palomino."
"Oh, well it wouldn't be there, Night," she laughed, good-naturedly.
He screwed up his face in puzzlement. His eyes fell on the tiny alphanumeric plac denoting the box's content. It looked correct to him and the documents he was sifting through looked relevant to his query. There were many things in each cubby and it wasn't an exact science but it usually didn't take too long to find what one was looking for if they knew the system. And yet, the document didn't seem to be there.
"Where is it then?" he shrugged cluelessly.
She cocked her head to the side. "Come. I'll show you." She grabbed the nearby rolling ladder with her magic and pushed it alongside her and down the aisle. She paused and looked back as if to make sure he was still with her.
"Right up here, I think." Raven ascended the ladder a few ponies high.
Night looked up, curious about where exactly the charter copy had apparently been misplaced and why Raven knew about it. He instead got a flash of her marehood as her tail swished far to the side, then to the other side like a pendulum.
Before he could stop himself from open mouth gawking, he saw her cast a smirking eye behind. He quickly looked at the floor and cleared his throat, knowing full well he'd been caught… but so had she.
"Ah, here it is." She declared after a short search. She climbed back down and turned to him with a rolled up scroll in her mouth. If there was any question that this was a ruse, Raven had just squashed it. Adult Unicorns didn't use their mouths to carry; it was such foalish behavior.
Raven Inkwell was always professional when it counted which was why ponies that didn't know her well were surprised by her naturally uncouth impishness off the clock or behind the scenes. For years Night had been an easy target for her pranks and mischief but something about this felt different.
What was she trying to pull, he wondered. She was always candid and sometimes borderline inappropriate with him but she knew he was married and respectfully drew the line there. This felt like a move, and for it to happen right now… It was like she could smell the dissatisfaction on him and knew his resolve was weary and weak and he was ripe for the picking. But was she just screwing with him or was she seriously coming onto him? She'd just intentionally shown him the goods while sober; it was the latter.
Raven waited there expectantly for him to receive the sought after document.
He sighed through his nose and tried to take the scroll with his magic but it was stuck fast between her reluctant jaws. A sly smile spread across her muzzle and she took a step closer. Night swallowed, now understanding her expectation of him.
He leaned in, mustering a casual and confident facade, trying not to make it a sensual moment. Then he wrapped his lips around the rolled parchment, less than an inch from Raven's own lips, so close, he could feel her heat. She released it to him slowly, forcing him to linger there in her space. Finally he pulled the document loose and backed up a half step.
Heart pounding, he took the scroll from his own mouth with magic so that he could speak.
Raven leaned against the stack and batted her eyelashes. "Anything else you might be looking for?"
Her question hung over him like a pallet of sandbags on a fraying rope. He'd be lying if he said he'd never looked at her like that but he'd never actually considered the possibility… but now that he had to, if he was going to cheat on his wife with somepony, she'd be high on the list. He'd take her right here, up against a stack. It would be a violent affair, her forehooves smashing important documents as he pounded her with reckless abandon from behind, the smug smile never leaving her face because she knew all along.
Then she'd fix her mane and glasses and they'd go back to work like nothing had happened. They'd be stealing glances at each other for the rest of the day, reliving that wild moment while plotting to make it happen again.
Why was she doing this? Did she always have a thing for him or perhaps she just got her kicks seducing vulnerable married stallions. Did he care either way? He might have been exhausted from sleeplessness but he knew that if he caved to his biological urges, he'd find the energy and would not disappoint her. Maybe… that was the allure.
He smiled cordially. "No, that'll do for now. Thank you, Raven."
Her eyes betrayed disappointment but also titillating satisfaction at hearing him call her by her first name. If it were too easy, it wouldn't be fun.
"Perhaps another time then." She vanished, wearing a faint but knowing smirk.
Night breathed a sigh of relief but also frustration. He'd much rather be in a position where turning down another mare's advances was easy and filled him with a sense of moral victory. He knew what she was doing and while he'd told her no, thank you, he didn't tell her to stop. Was that a victory? If she thought he was just being thick, her next proposition could be even more brazen.
He carefully unfurled the long rolled paper in the air and skimmed over the title. "This… is not even a charter," he muttered. - - -
Night came home exhausted but hornier than usual thanks to his colleague. The starting, the stopping, the intrusive thoughts and pervasive fantasies that haunted his mind though the day left him frazzled and primed to explode.
Shining and Twilight were in the living room so he caressed his wife's ass as she cooked over the stove.
Velvet closed her eyes and almost spilled the stir fry as he nibbled down her neck.
"We should do something fun in the bedroom later," he mused unabashedly.
"Mmm… Good idea."
Despite his amorous diversions, they did finish cooking.
Shining had already smelled the food and excitedly sat himself down at the table.
"Twilight," called Night. "Dinner's ready."
He finished setting the table while Velvet bussed the food over. They were all but ready to eat but their daughter was still absent.
"Twilight," he grumbled, teleporting to the living room. He found her there, laying on the rug, engrossed in a book propped up in a book rest.
"Twilight," he called impatiently, but the filly gave no acknowledgement of his presence. Night approached and patted her on the head but her eyes continued to gaze vacantly into the pages. He frowned and tipped the book back, breaking her line of sight with the words. Twilight blinked in surprise and looked up at her father.
Night cocked his head toward the kitchen. "Dinner's ready. C'mon." - - -
Night's stallionhood was already out in anticipation when he closed the door to their bedroom. He'd been imagining all the things he was going to do to her since she gave him the green light at dinner.
Despite his obvious excitement, Velvet laid meekly on the edge of her side, curled up like she was about to go to sleep. He turned out the light and braced for a mild but much appreciated encounter with his wife.
He scooted up against her in a patch of moonlight, making his erection known by grinding it across her rump. She rolled over to face him but not for the reason he was hoping. Instead of giving him bedroom eyes, she grimaced in shame.
"I know I said we would but I have a headache tonight."
"Of course you do," he sighed irritably.
"What does that mean?" she retorted aghast.
He buried his face in his hooves. "Velvet, do you know how long it's been since we did it?"
She pressed her lips together. "Well, it's been… I don't know about a week? I'm not keeping track."
Night laughed weakly. She was totally clueless. "Try many weeks, almost three months."
"It can't have been that long," she protested doubtfully. "What about when we did it on the couch just last-"
"That was in February," Night Interrupted. "Remember? I came home early because Princess Celestia had left for the summit in Saddle Arabia and I couldn't join her right away because of a dental appointment the next morning. We literally haven't had sex since I came back from Saddle Arabia." That was to say nothing of the drought before that.
"Oh…" Her face withered in cold realization. "That's right."
"It feels like physical intimacy is not a significant priority for you anymore. There must be some reason." He didn't want to sidetrack the conversation by coming at her with paranoid suspicions of cheating or pointing out how absent and passionless her lovemaking had become. He just wanted her to understand and admit that there was a problem.
"I don't know, I hadn't really noticed until you brought it up."
Night wasn't sure if he could believe that. She didn't used to be like this. Two years ago if their roles were reversed, she wouldn't have let him get away with it. "Are you not attracted to me anymore?" he asked bluntly.
"Yes. Yes, of course I am." She placed a forehoof on his chest. "I know it's been a while but I just haven't been in the mood."
"For three months?" he scoffed.
"Maybe it's hormonal and I should ask my doctor?" she shrugged.
"I'm not you but it doesn't sound hormonal; it sounds like a bunch of excuses… for something."
Velvet's face fell and he knew he'd overplayed his hoof.
"I'm sorry," he breathed. "You have a headache. We should stop talking so you can try to feel better and go to sleep." He grudgingly rolled over and closed his eyes and realized what he'd meant as a sincere apology sounded like callous derision but he'd heard that same basic recycled line so many times now.
He soon felt a tender, pleading hoof on his shoulder, "Wait, Night. Please… I'm sorry. Why don't we do something special this weekend instead?" suggested Velvet. "Shining will be on the campout. We'll get Cadance to watch Twilight, go out to dinner and when we come back, it's just going to be Twilight and Spike in the house and you know how she is if you just give her a book. We can do whatever we want and after she goes to sleep, we can do it till we pass out."
Night rolled back over to face her and put a foreleg around her. "That sounds amazing." - - -
The rest of the week went by quickly now that Night had something great waiting for him at the end. He spent his workday dreaming about the moment he'd throw Velvet on the bed and climb atop her with unbridled lust. He felt empowered to navigate around Raven's flirtation without lingering regret that he was missing out on something he could and should have.
He slid his desk drawer shut for the final time and rubbed his hooves together.
"Hey, something's come up," were the first words out of her mouth when he returned Friday evening. "You know my old university friends?"
"No," he grumbled, his entire demeanor imploding like a snowflake hitting a bonfire.
"Gold Scale, Berry Cream, Sandalwood," she offered with obnoxious ardor.
"No," he glowered. He definitely did not want to hear the rest of this story, whatever it was.
"Well I ran into them today after years and they're all going to a sold out concert in Vanhoover over the weekend and they have an extra ticket and they invited me."
"And you told them, 'sorry, I have plans already?'" he droned mockingly.
"Well, no," her voice faltered in apparently the first realization that she was on thin ice. "I said I'd have to pull some strings at home but I'd be there-"
Night saw no need to continue the conversation; he'd heard enough. He teleported to his bedroom and laid on the bed in the sulking position, planning to skip dinner in protest.
Velvet apparated at the end of the bed shortly afterwards.
"You're angry with me."
"Yep," he replied flippantly without looking at her.
"I'm sorry, I just haven't seen them in such a long time and it was such an amazing opportunity. But I will make this up to you; I promise."
"Uh-huh," he agreed with dismissive sarcasm.
"It's just going to be you and Twilight over the weekend though," she mentioned as if it were some sort of consolation. "It's a great opportunity to spend some quality time together." Her face fell with sadness. "I have to leave right after dinner. Will you please come down?"
They kissed woodenly after the meal and then she vanished. That night would have been a good one to rail about having sex, leveraging her coming absence and last minute broken promises but it was just as well that she caught the night train and left town with her friends. At the moment, he didn't even want to sleep in the same room as her. He fell asleep alone but thinking about Raven Inkwell. - - -
Night slept in, feeling too gutted to care about anything. What was even the point of the weekend now? He still had to take care of Twilight though. Needing to check on her is what got him out of bed. He went to the kitchen to find his daughter at the table, surrounded with papers and open books, not leaving so much as a swatch of open wood to sit at.
"Hi, dad."
"Hi. Guess it's your house now. Did you eat anything?"
"Um… no."
Night made them brunch but he ate his standing at the counter where there was still room to set food down.
"Want to go into town with me?" he muttered in between bites.
"Yeah, well, actually… maybe tomorrow would be better. I wanted to get a head start on my advanced transfiguration project and I was planning on spending most of the day on research and note taking."
"Alright. let me know if you need help." Unlikely, he thought, departing from the room. Night went to the den where he put on some worldbeat vinyl, uncapped a new bottle of brandy and resumed work on his ship in a bottle. It proved a suitable distraction. Three albums later, he was slowly spinning a complete model of a sleek black scooner in a corked ale bottle.
He returned to the kitchen to make them a late lunch only to find Twilight hadn't moved from her spot. The little filly was dwarfed by the organized chaos she'd wrought upon the table.
"You really should take a break," he chided, opening the icebox.
"What time is it?"
"One twenty-two," he grunted.
"Oh, yeah, I guess so," she laughed.
After lunch, they went on a walk with Spike around the block and then played board games. Twilight went back to working for a while but cleaned up for dinner, allowing them to both eat at the table for the first time that day. Then she disappeared into her room.
Night sat on the porch, drinking as the sun set behind some distant mountain range. The view from Canterlot was unbeatable. He was back to stewing over Velvet again and their stagnating marriage. He drank the last drop of amber liquid, clinking the ice as he set his cup down. Then he waited till the whole sky was navy blue before going back inside the silent house.
The lonely stallion added his tumbler to the stack of dirty dishes that had piled up in the sink since the previous night and sighed but then remembered that it wasn't his job.
"Twilight, you're on dishes tonight," he declared loudly. He waited for a few moments but received no response. "Twilight?" he shouted but it was as if he were alone in the house. "She's reading," he muttered to himself. He teleported upstairs and peeked into her room. Spike lay curled up, asleep in the middle of the bed. The filly laid on the floor, legs splooted out behind her, the book rest holding her open tome as she vegetated there.
"Twilight," he called in vain, knowing it wouldn't be enough. It didn't matter what they did; the only way to bring her out of a book was to either obstruct her view of the words or wait for her to stop on her own.
Curious, he swatted her lightly on the flank and waited but got no reaction. He slapped her, harder the next time, surely hard enough to elicit a sting and a dirty look from a clear minded pony but Twilight simply flipped to the next page with her magic and continued reading.
Night sat on his haunches. He placed a hoof on his daughter's flank and nudged her stiffly, feeling her rump give with a soft ripple. He rubbed in circles, noticing how soft she was back there. He swallowed, then he grabbed her other flank with his free hoof and began squeezing her ass experimentally in a way that could perhaps be construed as trying to rouse her from her trance. Was that what he was doing?
He paused for a moment when he realized he couldn't give himself a decisive answer. Then he noticed that his cock was shamefully out and already at half mast. He was so damn horny, it didn't take much, even… caressing his own daughter apparently. If he wanted to get her to do the dishes, he knew how to do it. If he was curious about just how out of it she was while reading, his experimentation didn't have to look like this. But… did it matter if it did?
He grabbed her tail with his magic and tugged while keeping his hooves on her backside. To this, of course, he received no reaction. He bit his lip in trepidation and slowly lifted her tail straight up, revealing her pert little fillyhood peeking out between her cheeks. Night's heart began to race. He was crossing a line here and regrettably it was also stirring a further tightening in his loins. He stared into her slit, rubbing his hooves over her rump. He pulled her apart, spreading her wide enough to see the flash of pinkness of her inner lining.
Night let her go and then pulled her back apart. He stroked her flanks in slow circles, watching as she opened and closed hypnotically in an almost beckoning manner. He continued doing it till he noticed a glistening sheen and heard a quiet squelch as he spread her open. She… was wet. He’d turned her on but she wasn’t even conscious of what he was doing to her. It was simply her body’s physiological response to his stimulation while her brain was on vacation.
Twilight flipped a page.
He let her tail fall and took his hooves off of her. His stallionhood was now aching at full capacity. They were both aroused. There was no one else in the house. Twilight was essentially comatose and she couldn’t even get pregnant yet. Spike was asleep and was too little to understand anything if he were awake. He could totally just… fuck her… right here, right now, with no consequences.
He’d craved release in his wife for months. His daughter wasn’t even conscious so it’s not like it could be a traumatizing experience for her. But it was still incest and also infidelity. Wait? Twilight was half Velvet and half him; having sex with her wasn’t real cheating… Maybe? Well… the incest though… Who was he kidding? If he could make it over the other hurdles, he could make it over that one. Clearly his body had already made its decision.
He could do it; he just needed to avoid bumping the book or otherwise obstructing her reading and he’d be fine.
With butterflies in his stomach, Night got up and stood over her prone body, then gently knelt down to straddle her. Laying out atop her back but trying to keep the brunt of his weight off of her little frame, he scooted forward till his tip bumped into the crook between her legs. Once more, he used his magic to brush her tail out of the way. Then he wiggled and pushed. He held her sides between his forehooves to keep her from being jostled forward.
He grunted as his length compressed uncomfortably against her squishy nethers. For a moment he wasn't sure if he was lined up with her or perhaps he just needed to part her legs a little further but then something gave way and suddenly his tip popped in, nestling in a pocket of heavenly wetness. He'd made it; her folds had finally squeezed apart to let him in. He pushed onward, finding the resistance melting away as she slicked him down with a wave of fresh juice. It was as if her pussy were welcoming his arrival with a celebration. Once his medial ring graced her threshold, he was gliding all the way down to the hilt. Her lips locked snugly around his base as his balls squeezed into the nook of her inner thighs.
All the way in. He screwed his eyes shut and exhaled in rapture at her sheer tightness. The sensation was so new and overwhelming that he had to pause momentarily to recover.
Twilight flipped a page.
Night licked his lips, rocked his hips back and pushed into her again in a full range pump. He swore under his breath. He'd never encountered such a firm grip before. True, she was significantly smaller than him but her ass cheeks were also naturally clenched together by her pose. It was like stuffing a hotdog down a greased kitchen funnel.
He gritted his teeth and began to pound her in a steady rhythm. Wrong or right, he could not deny the magnitude of cathartic pleasure his daughter was providing him right now.
Night grunted as his thrusts became shorter and quicker. Poised open mouthed over Twilight's head, he found himself inadvertently skimming the pages of her book. Something about theoretical temporal dilation. What was a ten year old doing reading this? How was it so enthralling that she could sleep through any external stimulus, including having her body invaded by a full sized stallion as he huffed and grunted just inside the edge of her peripheral vision. She turned the page before he could finish reading. It was just as well; he should be focusing on getting off and getting out.
Night shook his head and redoubled his efforts, thrusting into his daughter with a soft clap clap. His breaths soon became labored and shaky as her pussy fiercely worked his length. His loins buzzed with accumulated pleasure and suddenly he was there.
Night's right hind leg twitched with torment as he teetered on the edge of climax. He'd lost awareness of Twilight and even himself. The only thing that existed right now was the sustained feeling of ultimate bliss about to hit him. He cried out breathlessly as his rollercoaster finally reached the loop and he felt a euphoric weightlessness rushing up from his lower half. Instinctually, he crushed his thighs into hers. He held himself there, shaking and blasting his load as deep inside his daughter as possible. His balls heaved in the crook of her legs. When the last wave of his climax had receded, his body deflated atop hers.
That was the best sex he'd had in a year and all Twilight had done was lay there and be a warm hole. That was all her mother did anymore too but the encounter had a certain inexplicable appeal and it wasn't just the power of her untouched fillyhood.
He felt a short lived rush of conquest, of male virility, the drug he'd been desperately missing in his life, denied to him. This was… synthetic to some extent. It didn't matter but amazing as it was, sense was quickly returning to his brain on a rising wind of regret. Panting, he pulled out of her with a slurp. He stood up and looked beneath her tail once more to survey the proof of just how backed up he was, how deprived he'd been. He wiped her amply oozing creampie clean with his own fetlock and teleported from the room in shame.
Twilight flipped a page.
Night did the dishes himself. He only spoke to Twilight again that night to get her to go to bed. Nothing about her demeanor suggested anything was a miss. She stretched her stiff muscles when she stood up. He turned away as his imagination assaulted him with images of his seed rolling down her hind leg should she squeeze a little too much.
He laid awake on his own bed, regretting what he'd done in principle but content that he'd never be caught and immensely satisfied with the lighter than air feeling pervading his body. He'd never tell anyone and he'd never do it again.
On Sunday, Night took his daughter to ice cream to make up for it. - - -
That evening, Velvet and Shining came home from their amazing weekends and life went on as if nothing had happened.
Continuing to struggle in their relationship, Velvet made a concerted effort to get help. Soon after, she was diagnosed with a thyroid imbalance which accounted for her chronic lethargy and sexual dysfunction. Night felt awful for his lack of support and his lapse of integrity as a father and husband that one Saturday night but could never bring himself to confess his transgression to anyone. It was best to just let it remain buried.
The Sparkles' love life rebounded after Velvet began managing her condition with daily potions. Though Night carried his dark secret, everything was back on track for the family… that is until one afternoon many years down the road.
Night sat across from his adult daughter at an outdoor cafe in Canterlot, catching up as they waited for their food.
Twilight told him about everything she was working on in her wing of the castle in a meandering spiel until she casually asked, "Do you remember that one time when I was ten and I was reading in my room and you just came in and started molesting me?"
Night choked on his drink and looked around them at the other tables. "Uh, no, I don't remember anything like that," he lied, iced tea stinging his lungs.
"Well I certainly remembered it," she laughed. "It was the craziest thing that's ever happened to me." She swirled her drink absently. "Looking back, it's difficult to put into words how formative that moment actually was. I know I never said anything about it but I kept reading in that exact same spot for years just hoping it would happen again. But it never did. And well…" Twilight looked down at the table and sighed wistfully "Since I'm leaving Canterlot soon, I was going through my stuff and I came across this book." She opened her saddlebag on the ground and floated a familiar tome up in the air. The cover read Time and Relativity.
"Remember?" she smiled. "I just pulled this off of the shelf and that memory hit me so hard. So I was thinking, since we've got time and Spike is busy, what would make a better sendoff than getting to relive that moment that I've been wanting for so long?"
Night scratched his head sheepishly, feeling like all eyes were on him. Well… if it was a sendoff request… - - -
Night moaned as his daughter aggressively invaded his mouth with her tongue. She pulled him in closer with one hoof. They stumbled drunkenly across the floor of her castle quarters, keeping their lips together. The book and the book rest floated into position on the floor without Twilight even cracking an eye open. She clumsily reached a foreleg under his barrel to feel around, just barely able to reach his throbbing tip and feel the hot, slippery precum he was oozing just for her. She quickly included that they were both adequately prepared.
Difficult as it was, Twilight broke their ravenous kiss and turned away from him, panting with newfound exhilaration. She laid down with her legs out behind her but measuredly parted for his convenience. Then she lifted her own tail and looked back at him with an expectant grin.
Night gazed hungrily down at her juicy slit. Unlike last time, where he'd had to make all of the effort, she’d served it up for him on a silver platter. He wasted no time scrambling to the floor to mount her.
Twilight gave a full-throated groan of long awaited satisfaction as she felt her dad slide all the way inside her. She shifted her ass and gave him a big squeeze with it, almost like a hug. “Ugh. It’s a lot easier this time, huh?” she laughed.
“Yeah, he grunted.”
She turned past the table of contents and began to read while Night started to thrust and pant. She’d grown some meat on her since last time, providing him with a nice cushion that clapped much louder now. Far from her catatonic like state while reading as a filly, she seemed acutely aware and responsive now, sighing and humming with pleasure as she refreshed her memory on the intricacies of spacetime.
A lovely heat began to blossom in Twilight's loins that was fast becoming a distraction to her studies. No longer afraid of crushing her or getting caught, Night rested his whole body against hers, his pumping hips the only thing moving but they did so with great eagerness.
Night sighed and ran his muzzle through her mane, rediscovering that she smelled just like her mother. His hot breath sent shivers down her spine, forcing her to close her eyes and shrug her head back with a foalish squeak. Though she was a fast reader, she didn’t make it three pages before her concentration was obliterated by her carnal desires. Her mouth dropped open and she stretched her shaking limbs, desperately trying to brace herself in the most pleasurable position. She whimpered as her self awareness evaporated too. The book flopped over backwards in her struggle and the pitch of her cries suddenly went up two octaves. Night sped up to keep pace with her growing excitement as they raced toward a finish line with no consequences and no academics.
Author's Note
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