The Family Cygnet

He was in his room, responding to the letter Cadance had sent. The magical missive had popped in just as Night and Velvet got home. At first they were confused to see Twilight in the sitting room. Then they asked about the kitchen. Then they asked about her situation with Rarity. Then the shouting had started. Velvet and Twilight had been going at each other with a variety of exclamations that boiled down to “It’s none of your business!” responded to with a whole variety of language that distilled to “Yes it is! I am your mother!” for about half an hour of aggressive back and forth.

Shining was relieved when Night had brought them both down with “Nopony wants to hear this, especially not Shining and I. Let him work on his letter in peace.”

They were still arguing, but he at least couldn’t make out the words. He could finally focus on his wife’s letter.

The letter wasn’t what he expected. It was an emergency of sorts, but not a pressing one. Flurry had asked to spend the evening with her coltfriend. With no chaperon.

Cadance had been against it. Flurry had tried to sneak out, but had been caught by the guards.

The reason the letter had been sent was that Cadance wanted a united front with Flurry. She and Shining needed to be on exactly the same page, at least when it came to parenting their daughter.

It was just one of the many things about her that he loved.

Cadance didn’t want to punish her too harshly, but also didn’t want a repeat performance. The filly was still too young to get up to any tomfoolery like that, and if her coltfriend had put her up to it, then there would be serious repercussions for him.

A pang of empathy shot through Shining, imagining the poor lad caught up in this completely unknowingly. A helpless victim of another aggressive mare. Then again, if he had tried to corrupt Shining’s daughter, there was going to be hell to pay. Apparently, to Shining’s mild amusement, his spymaster had even ordered the colt investigated. Woe to those that dare date his daughter.

The arguing had finally ended, and Shining managed to sign his response. He didn’t want to ask Cadance about Twilight just yet. He wasn’t completely sure. He was pretty sure, but not completely. More to the point, Cadance was probably struggling to deal with Flurry. She didn’t need a further weight on her mind.

She’d signed the letter with “Your loving wife forever and always, Cadance.”

He’d signed his response “Your loving husband, Shining.”

The letter had given him time to think, and now it was too late to be reasonable. The silence in the house indicated that Twilight had probably gone to her castle home, and his parents had retired for the evening. He decided to do the same.

He’d already made up his mind. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted her. She was kind. She was honest. She was gorgeous. They loved each other already.

It really wasn’t much more. Just a little nudge.

A little nudge over a steep cliff.

Shining smiled warmly as he began to fall. Her tongue had been warm. Her embrace had been firm.

What would she look like when filled her needs? Would she moan? Would she kiss him again? After, would she want to cuddle?

He imagined all three of them, Twilight, Cadance, and Shining, curled up together sleepily and contently. The image made him happier than he thought it should. A warmth spread through his stomach, and through his hooves. His heart raced. The warmth went a little lower, and so did his hooves.

He licked his lips, wondering if he should have kissed her back tonight. He fantasized about how she really, truly would have let him. Let him was the wrong word. She would have loved it. She had all but said she craved it. He had been one kiss away from… exactly what he was imagining.

Visions of violet, purple, and soft pink lips filled his mind while he pretended his hooves were her body. His face flushed, his heart quickened, and the fall was complete.

It didn’t have to be a fantasy. It almost wasn’t. Shining was in love with two mares, and he was decidedly okay with that.