Author's Note

Someone Familiar, but New

With a swirling burst of rich purple that swaths light across the room, Anon and Eclipse land on their bed with a heavy cushioned thud.

The quiet room is quickly brought back to darkness as the light from Eclipse's magic dissipates.

"Hmm..." Eclipse mutters, her horn glowing softly. Just enough to light up her, and Anon's face. He can't help but reach up, stroking her cheek with a hand while kissing the other side of her face, distracting her. She makes a bemused huff, before finally finding what she's feeling for.

Several candles throughout the room flicker to life, hosting small, eerily slow-burning violet flames. Long shadows are cast, creating a comfortable, low light. It's a large bed, built for a fully-grown alicorn, sized like Celestia. Which meant it was one of the few beds in Equestria Anon felt comfortable sleeping in. The room itself was, obviously, lined with reading material, an entire corner dedicated to Twilight's light experimenting. Heavy experimentation was locked to the basement only. Soft, lavender curtains gently sway in an unfelt breeze, the entire room seemingly tingling with magic.

Flat on his back, Anon feels magic start to grasp at his shirt. Button after button quickly pops free. Twilight had gotten very good at dressing, and undressing him, for very... well, the Mare had a niche interest in being taken in very particular places.

His shirt is pulled off, thrown aside as Eclipse's barrel is pressed against his chest, her legs curling up beside her. She's incredibly soft, her chest fluff tickling him. She practically purrs.
"You're... a lot warmer than I expected."

"Telling me you've been thinking about that kind of thing? Thought you were busy planning how to overthrow Equestria from the inside." Anon teases, softly raking his fingers through her fur as he scratches her back. Fingers trace over her withers, and dig into the base of her wings, where they meet with the shoulder.

"I have Twilight's memories. A fair amount of them are of you. This includes your... interactions." She mumbles, words pacing out under the duress of the massage.

"More than happy to help you relive some of them; or make some new ones." Anon returns, looking Eclipse over.

"Mmm..." She hums, not terribly against the idea. "I could get used to this."

"And what about this?" Anon asks, before driving his thumbs firmly between the base of her wings. They unfurl, twitching open on their own from the stimuli. Hardest place to reach on a Pony; doubly so for any Pony with wings. When he wanted Twilight to melt, that was the place he aimed for. And it seemed all the same on Eclipse.

Another throaty purr escapes Eclipse, her neck now leaning forward to rest her head atop Anon. Buried in faded-lavender fluff; if he closed his eyes, it felt, in every sense, like Twilight. Just... super-sized.

"You keep this up, and I might have the matter of marriage pushed into priority." She mumbles.

"What do you mean?" Anon asks, confused. The words give him pause, but a flick of Eclipse's tail against his leg spurs him back to massaging.

"You are... hm." She pauses, finding words; she nods to herself. "I'll go with that. You are our Coltfriend. Twilights, and Mine. Two sides of the same bit, as you said. And now, you are dating royalty. So either, you ascend to the rank of Prince; or you remain some form of... Consort. And we won't be having that." She explains, her voice low. Haughty, even.

Was Anon into this?

He was kind of into this.

Twilight had tried the commanding role, even dirty talk before. It usually ended with both of them busting a gut laughing. Eclipse, however... Twilight's feelings, straight to the point.

"And I thought Luna was the only Pony I'd hear the royal 'We' out of." Anon deflects, teasing. His hands are working down her sides now, massaging close to the haunches.

"I find you may be correct in your assessment; that unlike the 'natural'-born Alicorns, and their forms... Twilight and I's existence may differ. It brings into question if Cadence could perform something similar... though, she has a remarkably high stress capacity. I doubt her Alter-Ego would ever show." Eclipse theorizes, planting a quiet kiss on his head. "So, the use of 'We' actually has more credence to it than Luna's usage of it ever did."

"Ha. Oh, question." Anon asks, twisting his head to look up at her.

"Mm?"

"What was with the glasses? When I first came in."

"Ah, those... glasses infused with a spell to enhance comprehension." She explains, after a pause.

"They looked good. Put your hair up in a bun, put those on; you sell the mature librarian look." Anon teases.

"Oh? Mature, hmm? Should I refer to myself as your Mother or something? I remember that conversation between you and Twilight about kinks." She teases back, nudging him with her snout.

It seems the two both remember the time Twilight and Anon tried to incorporate... certain types of play into their personal time. It always ended with one of them breaking, and both falling into a bout of laughter.

Eclipse hums, her wingtip slowly tracing over Anons bare chest.
"...So many of the memories between you two are enjoyable. Even the worst, you figured things out together. I commend your relationship."

Anons hands gently cup Eclipse's face, pulling her close. He tenderly kisses her lips -- she goes to search for him with her tongue, but finds her mouth shut tight, forced into a kinder, gentler make-out.

They part lips, Anon giving her a surprisingly serious look, still holding her face.
"Our relationship. To love Twilight, is to love you. You're as much a part of this as 'We' are." Anon affirms, surprisingly sternly.

Eclipse looks at him for a long moment. A snort escapes her. Then a giggle. It worms its way up to a chuckle, before she's laughing loudly.

It's a wonderful sound.

Her hoof plants itself on Anon's chest, as she leans against him, nuzzling closely.

"You..." She trails off, sighing. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Anon whispers.

The two's lips meet again; this time, their tongues find the other. What starts as a gentle, tender greeting devolves into a messy, bodies-pushing-against-each-other competition, as Eclipse begins positioning herself directly overtop of Anon, leaning her weight on him. Chest to chest, lips to lips.

Her horn begins to glow softly, and the belt of his pants begins to click open, being slid from its loops. Anon lifts his waist, as magic envelops his lower body, sliding his pants off and tossing them somewhere. It didn't matter where.

Both shift in place, until his twitching member is firmly pressed between them; Eclipse sighing at the heat, unable to stifle a giggle when it twitches. For Anon; good, lord, this Mare is fucking soft. With his manhood pressed against her stomach, the two share half-lidded stares, mixed with kisses; as Anon's hands begin to roam outside of their usual massage range.

She's larger than Twilight by a fair amount, so the usual fare won't work very well here. Instead, Eclipse puts her hooves over his shoulders, lifting from their most recent kiss. Her head is above his, looking down; biting her lip, as her waist shifts to press against his, the pair sinking deeper into the mattress.

A low groan escapes them as Anon's member presses against the slick folds of Eclipse, her hips slowly beginning to grind. She stares down at him with a need, the bed softly squeaking with the motion. One hand caresses her chest fluff -- the other roams to her hips, gripping her side.

She increases the pace. Anon can barely resist bucking his hips, surprised by how deeply he was being affected.

There's a lull in her grinding -- Anon looks up, their eyes meeting.

Wordlessly, she leans down, tapping her horn against his forehead. It glows for a short moment, a pulse of warmth seeping into his body.

"What was...?" He starts to ask. He's promptly quieted as Eclipse leans down, pressing their lips together.

Her hips raise, twisting; his twitching tip presses against her entrance, dripping wet.

Then she slowly starts to lower herself.

His tip throbs as its pressed against her, before it slips in.

Whatever she did, it's like she enhanced his sensitivity twofold. And he had a feeling she did something similar to herself.

Their hips meet, his meat fully swallowed inside of her; she bites her lip as it twitches inside.

"Buck... I have no idea how Twilight took this thing." She mutters, breathing heavily.

"Loudly, usually." Anon chuckles weakly, before a groan cuts him off.

Eclipse gives him a 'Shut up' look. She starts to grind again, their hips rubbing without anything between them now. He can feel himself squeezed against her inner walls, the soft fur of her body rubbing against his, as sweat begins to mingle.

The pace increases, Eclipse stifling a moan behind another lip-bite; right as Anon begins to buck his hips, gripping her tighter. She fails to stifle the next, their chests meeting as she falls back down onto him.

A short breather. Then, she begins to lift her hips; his member slowly slides out, before she throws her flank back down, swallowing it whole again with a wet slap.

Neither can stop themselves from groaning loudly. Without hands to grip the sheets with, Eclipse settles on pressing herself against Anon hard, her hips starting to rise again.

The plapping sound of their hips thumping against each other begins to echo throughout the open room, sprinkled with low groans, moans and gasps.

Anons hands roam wherever he can reach, and he finds Eclipse's magic doing the same. It's an odd feeling; since she's busy using her hooves for what little support she offers herself, that's not just burying Anon underneath her fur, it's like an ethereal wisp of warmth is tracing overtop of him.

She picks up speed, their hips practically slamming together. Most of the pillows have been forsaken, thrown off the bed. Eclipse's mouth hangs open, gasping heavily with every moment. Drenched in sweat, the pair grit teeth and hold on as their coitus turns rough, carnal desire overtaking.

Anons hands reach up, roughly grasping Eclipse's chest and wrapping around her. She startles, pausing in her movements.
"W-what are you--?" She tries to mumble, right as Anon shifts, somehow sweeping the Mare off her own support, and rolling her over on the bed, getting her onto her back, hooves kicking uselessly in the air. Her wings help stabilize herself as she realizes her position, the blush on her face turning much deeper as she lays exposed.

Then Anon, pressing himself into her, begins to plunge inside with a quickened, feverish pace. Hitting deeper and into new places, Eclipse's head rolls back as a low groan drones out of her, legs twitching as she's ravished.

Whatever spell she cast, seemed to do more than just multiply their sensitivity. The dull, pulsing warmth won't leave their torso's; not even after the first time Anon pushes himself entirely inside, member throbbing as he paints her insides. Her backhooves wrap around him as best they can, a panting gasp escaping her.

Anon is panting, sweat dripping down himself. Eclipse's fur is matted in several places, both breathing hard.

Anon twitches. He's still hard.
"Your spell?" He manages to wheeze out.

"...I think so. Buck." Eclipse pants, biting her lip.

"Alright." Anon nods; Eclipse watches as he begins to piston inside of her again, kicking it right back to the same speed they'd just left it at. Still in her sensitive afterglow, Eclipse nearly shouts, latching onto him.

The spell lasts for a long, long while.