Princess Celestia punctuated with a deep breath to emphasize the gravity of the moment, the golden circlet hovering tensely over Twilight's ears like a halo of exaltation.
"And therefore, as supreme ruler of Equestria, I hereby crown you Princess of Friendship, Twilight Sparkle."
She set the marvelous band down, planting it carefully atop the newest alicorn's head.
Twilight raised her chin with pride to the mass of ponies below the balcony and splayed her wings. "I promise to govern for the betterment of all Equestria and bring the grace and dignity to this title that it so demands."
The new Princess waved as the crowd broke into cheers and thunderous applause that seemed to shake the whole city.
Night Light held up his sobbing wife as they and the Elements of Harmony looked on from behind.
Celestia drew Twilight into a warm embrace. "It's been a long road, Twilight but Equestria has never seen a more steadfast and level headed leader, of that I'm certain."
When the accolades were over, the festivities began. There was a city wide celebration across Canterlot but Twilight and her inner circle attended the formal gathering in the castle's ballroom, a proper and poised affair with a champagne fountain and live string concertos, appreciated most of all by Rarity. Twilight didn't know everyone there but the ponies who mattered most to her were all in attendance and dressed in refined attire, even Rainbow Dash who was uncharacteristically cooperative, biding her time until the real party.
Rainbow barged into the group and tapped her very popular friend on the shoulder. "Hey, are the other princesses coming to the thing?" she whispered.
Twilight screwed up her face as she recalled. "Cadance is coming but Celestia and Luna can't."
Rainbow rubbed her chin in thought. "Oh… too bad." - - -
"Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!"
Rarity rolled her eyes behind her glass. "Of all the brutish savagery."
Pinkie Pie sat upside down on the couch with a tube trailing from her lips, swallowing a deluge of cheap beer funneled in by Soarin and Applejack.
"Like you never get wasted?" laughed Rainbow over the Sparkles' blaring sound system.
"I don't get wasted," huffed Rarity. "I get… ostentatious… but in the most dignified fashion possible, with a glass and a good vintage." She swirled her glass in her magic like a visual aid.
"Always so prissy. I wanna see you try the bong."
"Unlikely," she grumbled obstinately.
"Come on. We can dump champagne in it. You'll love it; Everyone will love it."
"I would already need to be quite inebriated."
Rainbow shrugged. "I'll ask you again later then."
The coronation after party was planned as a more intimate and decidedly less formal gathering at Twilight's parents' house with just close friends and family. It got knocked down a few pegs more once it became known that the diarchy wouldn't show.
The living room exploded with cheers as the bong tube went dry.
"That's it?" giggled Pinkie. "Your brother makes me swallow bigger loads than that!"
Applejack glared down at her and dumped the remainder of her drink in the pink mare's face, sending the onlookers into fits of laughter.
"Your friends are a little crazier than I was expecting," muttered Velvet, wandering into the kitchen.
"It's a momentous occasion," shrugged Twilight from the table. "This kind of thing happens once in a lifetime. Everyone should be able to really cut loose for once. And while we're on that topic, Mom, why don't you do shots with me till someone drops?"
Shining stood over the table, already preemptively pouring some kind of liquor into a row of shot glasses with a giddy snicker.
"I don't know," frowned Velvet, tempted to start on the pile of dishes. "I was kind of hoping to keep things-"
"Please?" begged Twilight. "For my special coronation after-party."
"Oh, alright," she sighed. sitting down. "But you know I've been out of form since college and I've been pregaming."
"Oh, like I haven't?" laughed Twilight.
"What are we playing for though," asked her mother.
Twilight stroked her chin. "Hmm… How about… a kiss from dad."
"Okay," Velvet giggled at the silly and wholesome trophy.
Twilight turned to her father who stood alone in the corner with his drink and plate of horderves. "Is that okay, dad?"
"Sounds good," he agreed absently with a mouth full of pretzels.
"Alright, let's go." Twilight floated a glass in the air and quickly knocked it back. She sighed with a wince, flipped the empty vessel over and slammed it down on the table.
Without much thought, Velvet downed hers with a grunt and discarded the glass.
Twilight licked her lips and drank another one. Her mom reciprocated with measured slowness this time.
"Don't hold back now," declared Shining. I'll make a prairie oyster for the loser."
"Prairie oyster's not a thing," scoffed Night over his glass.
"For hangovers? It is too," insisted Shining vehemently. "Most ponies just don't make it right. I got this recipe years ago in the royal guard and it totally works."
"What's there to make right?" shrugged Night. "Just eat an egg."
Shining shook his head defensively. "No, there's a lot more to it than that."
Night rolled his eyes. "Okay, fine, Shining. If you're still here in the morning, I'll be first in line for your miscreant cooking show."
Velvet did another shot and grimaced as the full effect began to hit her "Whuziz this stuff?" she laughed, looking down at her little procession of glasses in waiting. The liquid inside them was cloudy and silver gray, not quite opaque.
"Mudwash," answered Twilight exuberantly. "Traditional drink in Yakyakistan. It's supposed to be a hundred and twenty proof but I don't think anything's an exact science over there so who knows?"
"Huh… Pour me one, Shining," said Night intrigued, still eating in his corner.
Twilight and Velvet exchanged another round of shots to make it six a piece.
Velvet clenched her eyes shut as her head began to swim and the kitchen moved in strange ways.
"Shining," blurted Cadance from the other room. "Your turn to change Flurry."
"Ugh, can it wait?" he frowned.
"Nope," she replied with a curtness that implied impending disaster.
Shining groaned and plodded from the room. "Should have got a sitter," he muttered.
Velvet braced herself as she struggled to maintain her levitation spell on the next glass. She dumped the mudwash in her mouth and choked it down. The shot glass fell to the table. She prodded it about, trying to right it with her hoof. It felt like she had lead weights strapped around every limb. Her body sagged clumsily over the table. She couldn't figure out which tipped over glass was the real one, so she gave up and suddenly it was her turn again.
Velvet didn't even try to use her magic. She grabbed the next shot in her hooves and brought it shakily to her lips. The liquid slid into her mouth and she even swallowed it but as her head nodded back down, everything went black. She slumped face down on the table with a thud and a groan, sending her empty glass spinning away into Twilight's lap.
Twilight threw up her forelegs in triumph. "Woohoo!" She stumbled from her chair, almost wiping out on the kitchen floor in her excitement. "Time for my prize; pucker up, dad." She stood before him in the corner, wobbly, face blushing with intoxication. She pursed her lips and closed her eyes.
Night leaned in and pecked her chastely on the cheek, the way he'd done back when she was a filly.
Twilight's eyes fluttered back open and she snorted derisively. "Hold on," she smirked. "You wouldn't have kissed mom like that if she'd won. I want that kiss," she growled with a lecherous edge.
Night swallowed and looked to the living room door, then his unconscious wife licking the table. Well, it was just a kiss but they'd still have a lot of explaining to do if someone saw. They were both drunk; that was an excuse. She was more so than him but she was also a princess now. It was really bad optics.
"I'm not sure you should be-"
Before he could finish, his daughter had pressed her lips to his with a form less than refined. If Night protested, it wasn't for but a half second. He opened his mouth, allowing her tongue to slip in and mingle with his own. He moaned softly as their kiss continued with careless passion.
Finally Twilight pulled away, finding it more difficult to keep oxygenated in this state. "Now that was better," she sighed, shaking off her dizzy spell.
Night gasped, his eyes flicking over to the door and then his wife again. No one had seen. That took care of that. "Alright, well, I should take your mother-"
Again, Twilight interrupted his sentence, teleporting the two of them from the kitchen. Night blinked to find himself in his dimly lit upstairs bedroom, muted dance music booming from down below.
"Tell me the truth now, dad," she began slyly. "I can keep a secret… Ever do it with an alicorn?"
Night returned a wrinkled smile at the brazen question. "No," he shook his head. It certainly wasn't from lack of opportunity. He'd been close to and alone with every alicorn in the kingdom for almost two decades.
Twilight cocked an eyebrow. "Really?" She sounded surprised, even a little skeptical but it was the exact answer she wanted from him. "Well, don't you think it's way past time? Her eyebrows shot up in faux revelation. "Hey, I know… You should be the first to break me in right here, right now."
Night laughed nervously. Well, of course this was coming. Why else would she bring him here? "That was a one time… two time thing," he corrected himself.
"So make it a three time thing," she shrugged dismissively. "Mom's passed out hard; she's not gonna find out. She's probably not even gonna remember the coronation," she laughed.
Night's face wrinkled as he weighed his options. He wanted to smash her again, more than he'd like to admit to her or even himself. Even as his lustful vigor of their previous encounter years ago left little mystery on that front.
"Well… it's just… right here? In my own bed? Seems kind of-"
"Doing it where you and mom do it is half the fun. Come on," she pouted. "It's for my coronation. I'm a princess now so you gotta do what I say. You want me to issue my first decree in your bedroom? I'll do it."
Night scratched the back of his neck hesitantly as he thought about his wife staggering back to their room while they fucked inside with wild abandon.
Twilight raised her hoof with regal formality. "I, Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship, hereby decree that Night Light will fuck his his daughter senseless for her very special coronation after-party or face imprisonment."
Strangely, Night felt his reservations quickly melting away with her apparent removal of his agency in the matter. How could he possibly deny a royal decree and for his own daughter's coronation party?
"Now what do you say?" she smirked.
Night was largely unfamiliar with this side of his daughter. Was it the alcohol, her newly vested powers or some combination of the two?
"Will there be reading?" he asked only half in jest.
She took a step toward him, the perverse smile on her face growing ever wider. "No reading. Just… violent… penetration…"
Any reservations over the risks or continuing his little game of playing hard to get fell by the wayside as he lunged forth with unchained lust.
Twilight caught his lips and kissed back with an exaggerated moan as if she'd been saving it up for him since the moment she grew wings.
Her knees wobbled and she stumbled back into the wall. Night advanced, not wanting to lose her lips. He was swept away by the very same thrill that had possessed him before and made him a slave to his passion.
Twilight wrapped a foreleg around the back of his head and stood up on her hind legs as they collided at the speed of drunken lust. He followed her upward, dragged by his lip in her teeth. Standing tall against the wall, Twilight moaned again as her father nibbled her neck. He held her hips in his hooves as he lavished her with his lips.
Twilight's parted lips curled into a twisted smile as she felt his hoof slide across her thigh and wriggle in between her legs. Night forced his tongue inside her mouth as he began to rub her down below. She widened her stance to allow him more room to caress her already wet snatch. Returning the favor, she squeezed a hoof between their soft undersides to stroke the stallionhood that had sprouted betwixt their heaving forms.
Night autonomously rocked his hips into her grip, feeling her hoof pump out of time with him and their fur smearing with his precum. Enough. He needed to be inside her now.
Twilight yelped in delight at her dad hoisting her up by her thighs. She wrapped both forelegs around his withers for balance as picture frames clattered off of the nearby bureau. Between her welcoming thighs, he pinned her to the wall with the heft of his body while he resituated. With one hoof curled around her ass cheek, he used his other to pop his tip into her exposed marehood. They let out a communal gasp as he found his target and anticipated what came next.
Night went back to double hoofing her supple flanks. Then he let her slide down his shaft as he pushed up into her with insatiable eagerness. She squealed in his ear as gravity hilted her on his cock. They groaned in unison as she reflexively squeezed him in her thighs. He wasted no time slamming into her with unbridled fury. The wooden bureau beside them rattled again, caught in the crossfire of their careless passion.
Twilight pulled him into another deep kiss as she gyrated her own hips to meet his. Her back rubbed roughly against the wall as he kept her suspended above the floor with lustful brute force.
Twilight pulled her lips away to take a much needed breath. She floated the freshly uncorked bottle of ale she'd brought upstairs and tipped it into her mouth while he feverishly pounded her pussy. She swallowed a sloppy gulp that made her eyes water. Then she poured another bulging mouthful and forced Night's muzzle to hers with both hooves. She began passing the ale into his mouth through their tightly sealed lips. Though he was initially surprised, he began swallowing it down, never slowing his rhythm. Still, some of the alcohol dribbled down their chins and bodies with a hedonistic excess that only served to accentuate their self-indulgent rutting and the wet slaps beating over the pulse of the music.
As the last of the drink trickled from her mouth, Twilight let out a deep moan. She hunched over his shoulder as pleasure began to overwhelm her body.
Night redoubled his efforts at hearing her vocalizations. She arched her back with open mouth and cocooned them in the downiness of her brand new wings as he continued to thrust into her. Their grunts and moans swelled quickly as they neared release.
Twilight screamed as her body went rigid. She threw her head back into the wall with a thud. Her marehood trembled with joy as her father's cock stroked the underside of her juicy clit, sending her soaring to orgasm. Her father was right behind.
Incredible heat filled Night's length and his balls clenched. He gripped Twilight's ass tight and pushed into her as deep as he could, crushing her to the wall as he erupted inside her. He grunted and shook in ecstasy as his daughter cried out, desperately wrapping every leg around him until she was flooded with his seed, until they were quietly panting and floating away.
Twilight sighed with satisfaction and lazily released him. Night set her hind legs back down and she stood on two legs again, her dad's softening member still lodged deep within her. He pulled out with a squelch and the both of them fell back to four hooves.
Night laid down on the bed, watching the room warp before his eyes. The mattress jostled as Twilight landed next to him with a cackle. She took a swig of ale and then passed him the bottle. He took a moderate drink, spilling more than he swallowed. There was a muted fear fleeting in and out of his brain that they needed to get back to the party before anyone caught them, whether it be his wife or amorous partygoers looking for an empty room.
He'd tasted her again after telling himself he wouldn't but that promise was weak, entirely based on convenience and he knew it. He wouldn't go out of his way to make it happen but he'd fold quickly if his daughter came onto him under reasonable circumstances. Why couldn't they just make this a full-blown affair instead of some kind of celebration for big life moments? He imagined himself not too far down the road, fucking her in a wedding dress, minutes before the ceremony.
Twilight put a foreleg over him and kicked his ear. Night shut his eyes as he waited for the bed to stop rolling like a raft on the ocean. - - -
Night opened his eyes in a cautious squint. His vision warbled around nebulously and before he could get a clear image of his bedroom ceiling, the morning light stung his eyes shut again.
He struggled to gather enough saliva in his mouth to swallow. Wait… morning? That wasn't good. Suddenly he felt his semi hard cock plunge between a pair of lips and straight down a throat.
He groaned but didn't open his eyes. Twilight was awake. She'd noticed his condition and was taking advantage of it. How was she still so horny? His thoughts became muddled as she began to bob her head and swirl her tongue around the underside of his girth.
Okay, he decided quickly. Just one last blowjob and then it was back to the sacred confines of an exclusive marriage.
He shivered as the wet squeaking of her lips working his base intensified. His whole shaft throbbed in delight as pleasure quickly mounted within him. This was the best way to wake up. How the hell did she get so good at this? Must have been her time in Ponyville.
He put a hoof in her disheveled mane and pushed her head down into his weak thrusts. He soon quickened his pace as his climax neared, slamming into her muzzle with both hooves on her head. Twilight accommodated his desires with a cheerful hum.
Night grunted through his teeth, holding her tight to him. He blew his load straight down his eager daughter's throat. His body relaxed back into the bedspread. He panted blissfully as Twilight squeezed and suckled the last drops of cum from his length with great care.
Night cracked a cautious eye open and looked down his body to see… a mess of pink?
Pinkie Pie pulled off of his head with a slurp, allowing it to slither back in his sheath. "Good morning, Mr. Twilight's dad," she chimed.
His insides shriveled in terror. What the hell was going on? How did he find himself in a position where one of Twilight's friends was just helping herself to his cock? This wasn't part of the trist parameters. Something had gone very wrong since last he remembered.
"Ugh," grunted a gravelly voice beside him. "Pinkie, tell me ya didn't just waste mornin' wood on a blowjob."
Night's eyes widened at the sound of a second presence that also wasn't Twilight. He turned to his right to see a hatless and bedraggled looking Applejack, squinting in the morning light.
"It was my turn," argued Pinkie. "And some of us just like giving blowjobs."
"Twilight's still asleep; we don't gotta do turns. Maybe we're free now. Ya don't even know."
"Okay, fun's over. Hooves off," snarled the last voice he wanted to hear.
Night's veins froze solid as he turned slowly to his left and came face to face with his scowling wife.
"Oh… Velvet… When- when did you come in?"
She closed one eye, keeping the other in a narrow slit. "I came up here and caught you having sex with Rainbow Dash in our bed and I was going to kill you but then Twilight ordered me to… have sex with Shining," she whispered behind her hoof.
Night strained to think but he was drawing a big blank. Nothing she'd just described rang even the vaguest of bells. Last he remembered, it was him and their daughter and then the morning came.
Suddenly, Shining sat bolt upright behind Velvet with a gasp. "Twili? Twili, wake up! Please. I need to go. Cadance is gonna kill me."
Night looked across the room to see his daughter sprawled out in a chair, wearing Applejack's hat with the brim pulled low and two tiaras around the top. She stirred sluggishly at Shining's outburst.
"Shining?" came the disembodied drone of Cadance. "I'm right here."
It was unclear from the vantage point of the bed where exactly 'right here' was but it had to be somewhere on the floor.
"Oh shit," breathed Shining in fear. "Wait, if you're here, where's Flurry Heart?"
Cadance paused. "Uh… I thought she was with you."
"No. I wouldn't be up here with a baby… Wait, why are you even here? You don't have to do what Twili says."
"Neither do you, honey," she countered.
Shining's mouth hung open as he realized that she was right and he'd technically voluntarily railed his mom in front of his dad and sister and possibly even his wife, drunk though he was. "Well… none of that matters now," he mumbled dismissively. "But we should probably find Flurry."
"Um, yeah," she agreed, teleporting away without warning.
Shining soon followed to go downstairs and sift through the wreckage of the party.
Twilight pushed up her hat to find a room of hungover ponies sprawled out in every corner.
"Uh… what are you all doing in my parents' bedroom?"
Applejack threw up her hooves in disbelief. "Ya made us all fornicate like rabbits with threats o' consequences if we didn't obey."
Twilight gritted her teeth and shrugged. "Oh… Heh. Well, whatever this is… is a lot more complicated than what I had originally planned."
Applejack rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Ya don't even remember. That's great, Twi." She rolled out of bed and approached her on the way to the door. "Mah hat, please?"
"Oh…" Twilight floated Applejack's hat back onto her head but quickly realized that her circlet and Cadance's crown were hitching a ride and snatched them back.
"Last time Ah recognize your authority," muttered Applejack, disappearing out the door
Twilight turned sheepishly to the group. "Sorry, everypony." Her head throbbed at the volume of her own voice. "You're free to leave now. I promise not to punish you. Friendship lesson learned. Please don't tell anyone."
There was a great deal of groaning and complaining as ponies began to arise out of the woodwork and shuffle toward the exit.
Pinkie, still stretched out on the foot of the bed, raised her hoof with a question. "Do we have to leave?"
"Yes," hissed Velvet.
Night felt his anxiety ease a bit. The situation was mortifying, it was confusing, it was even still kind of hot amidst all of that. He'd never look at any of them the same way again but if everyone was in trouble… then perhaps no one was in trouble.
The room suddenly fell silent and the two unicorns found themselves alone on their bed.
Night turned his head slowly to his wife who laid staring at the ceiling. Her fur was matted here and there with sexual fluids and suddenly he wondered how many stallions had attended Twilight's little… event. He'd only noticed him and his son.
"Can we just… pretend this never happened?" he asked hopefully.
"Pretend what never happened?" she muttered.
Author's Note
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