A Night Out for Night Light

Laughing and shaking his head, Night Light looked back and waved as he pressed out into the cool Canterlot night. “You colts have fun!”

Raucous laughter saw him off while he turned and trotted down the sidewalk. It was relatively rare that he got to hang out with his old friends, the few that were still living in or close to Canterlot, and he constantly told himself that he should do so more often, but it was hard. Even with Twilight and Shining having moved out ages ago, it wasn’t like he could drop everything and go out whenever he wanted! Trotting by a closed shop, he turned and glanced at his reflection.

He wasn’t as young as he used to be - sure, he was still in darn good shape for his age, but time was starting to take a toll on him. He’d put on a bit of weight, he tuckered out quicker than he used to, and - well, his life just wasn’t that exciting anymore. Now that his son and daughter were out of the house, and with Velvet staying busy with her hobbies, he found himself repeating the same routine over and over again.

Shaking his head, he continued onward in the direction of his home. He knew he should have been nothing but grateful for his circumstances, having a loving wife and two children who’d either married into or outright become royalty, yet it was hard not to feel wistful sometimes. As he rounded a corner and stepped past a figure lingering by an intersection, a low, sensual hum caught his ear.

“Out all by yourself, handsome,” a lilting voice inquired.

Night barely slowed, intent to get back to his house and shower before crawling into bed. Mares of the night weren’t uncommon in this part of town, and this was hardly the first time he’d been propositioned. Stepping foot off the sidewalk and onto the street, he glanced back when he heard a quartet of hooves come up behind him.

“Sorry,” he sighed, “I’m not…”

He trailed off the moment he saw who was following him. Tall, sleek, and with a luscious mane and tail of flowing, golden hair, the mare smiled invitingly at him. Most ponies of her persuasion weren’t anything to write home about, although she appeared positively immaculate. Taken aback by her looks alone, he suddenly struggled to find his voice.

“Not what?” she coyly pressed. “Not by yourself? Because - I mean, I’m not seeing a cute mare or wife hanging on your shoulder.”

Adorned in metallic turquoise leggings and little else, she was a sight to behold. Many stallions may have been somewhat intimidated by a taller mare, particularly one of her stature, yet her angelic face, done up with just enough makeup to elevate her natural beauty and complement her ruby-colored eyes, more than made up for her imposing height. Only eventually coming to his senses, he pinched the bridge of his snout.

“I’m married,” he grunted.

Her seductive smile didn’t waver as she inched closer. “Doesn’t mean a big, strong stallion like you can’t have fun.”

“I…” Night hesitated.

Sweet Celestia - that assertion hit the nail on the head. On the increasingly rare occasions when Velvet was willing to let him get any action, there was perilously little passion involved - so little that he was starting to think that she viewed it as a chore. He still loved his wife dearly, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her, but his sex drive hadn’t been as severely impacted by age as hers had.

To make matters worse, the last time he’d been feeling particularly frisky, Velvet had shot him down entirely and told him maybe he should find somepony who could tend to his stallionly needs. At the time, he’d been hurt by the somewhat spiteful comment - now, facing a mare who may be willing to help him with his lack of intimacy, he felt torn. On one hoof, fooling around behind his wife’s back would be utterly audacious - on the other, the thought of using his magic or a forehoof to get relief for years to come was exceedingly disheartening.

Turning away and flicking her tail, shaking him from his stupor, the streettrotter sauntered away with a sway in her hips. “Can’t blame me for trying. Hope you have a good -”

“Wait,” he murmured.

She stopped in her tracks and peeked back at him with a glint in her eye. “Yes…?”

“H…how…” he stammered and licked his lips, “how much?”

“Depends on what you want, hun,” she purred. “If you want, we could go back to my room to discuss my rates - that is, if you’re interested.”

Buck - this was bad. Maybe it was the cider speaking, or perhaps the revelation that he wouldn’t get his dick wet for Celestia knows how long - in either case, he was very, very tempted to hear what she had to offer. Spinning around to face her, he met her gaze.

With her smile broadening, she gave a small, amused snort. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Night swallowed hard as he tagged along behind her. Though he couldn’t see her that well, considering she was only lit by the sparse number of streetlamps dotting the road they were beside, he was extremely curious to get a better look at her. As he trailed in her wake and kept what he presumed was a respectable distance, his eyes rarely wavered from her rear.

She didn’t have the biggest ass in the world, but her legs - holy heck, she had legs for days. Forcing himself to glance to the side, he took a slow, measured breath and exhaled. There was no sense in getting ahead of himself, especially since he hadn’t committed to anything. All he had to do was keep it cool, hear what she had to say, and figure out what, if anything, he was going to do - that’s it.

Following her into a hotel and past a sleeping receptionist, he scrunched his snout. For as charming as she appeared, she certainly hadn’t chosen the nicest place to conduct her business. He’d known there were some seedier places downtown, but this place took the cake. With cracked plaster on the walls, creaky floorboards, and a somewhat unpleasant smell that lingered in the air, the establishment was anything but upscale.

Halting by a door, she retrieved a key from over her ear. “And here we are,” she noted. Seeing herself in and leaving the room open, she waved back at him with a wing. “Make yourself at home.”

The suite, while having the basics, left much to be desired. As Night’s eyes drifted from one side of the room to the other, appraising the unmade bed, rickety dresser, and a vanity with a cracked mirror, he grimaced. The place was far from romantic, he’d say that much, but at least it gave him and the charming mare a space away from prying eyes.

“So,” she began as she looked him up and down, “what were you thinking?”

“Well, I - wait,” Night coughed.

Squinting over at her, he furrowed his brow. Now that they were somewhere well lit, she seemed familiar - too familiar. Her mane, eyes, aquamarine coat reminded him of somepony he’d met before. His mind raced, sailing through memories in search of her, until something clicked. The realization was so absurd that it couldn’t have been possible, yet the similarities were too uncanny to deny.

He shied back and looked at her - no, his face, as his eyes widened in disbelief. “Zephyr?!”

“Here!” Zephyr giggled like a schoolfilly while holding one wing aloft.

“H…how…what…” he wheezed, unable to comprehend what was happening.

Zephyr Breeze, the brother of Fluttershy, one of his daughter’s dearest friends, was not a mare - nevertheless, everything about the rangy stallion screamed refined femininity. He’d seen and experienced some wild stuff in his day, yet he could never have predicted he’d discover that a former royal guard was one of - heck, the most alluring femcolt’s he’d ever laid eyes upon. Shifting uncomfortably, he anxiously licked his lips.

Brushing a bang away from his face with a wing, Zephyr smiled. “You like the new look?”

“I - uh - w…well - Ahem,” Night coughed into his forehoof while trying to regain his composure. “If you d…don’t mind me asking, what inspired all this?”

Strutting over to the bed, Zephyr sat down on the foot of the mattress. “Ok, so you know how I was job-hopping for a while?”

Night slowly nodded. “I think I remember hearing about that, but I thought you were working as a manestylist.”

“I was,” Zephyr tittered, “until I had the most charming customer. Does the name Hoity Toity ring a bell?”

While Night continued to nod, his thoughts sailed to the stylish designer and the rumors revolving around him. Hoity Toity was one of the premier fashionistas throughout all of Equestria, practically a household name, although he wasn’t just known for his tastes in haute couture. If the rumors were right, the stallion had a penchant for svelte, attractive stallions that many found disquieting.

With his curiosity piqued, he shifted in place. “Yeah, I’ve heard of him.”

“He’s so incredible,” Zephyr softly replied. “I’m not the kind of mare to go into the juicy details, but let’s just say he gave me a new appreciation for real stallions.”

Night couldn’t say what Hoity had done with or to Zephyr, but it was abundantly clear that the experience or experiences with the couture had unearthed something within the willowy pegasus. Did Fluttershy know what had become of her brother? What about his parents? Had he lured other unsuspecting stallions with his downright gorgeous aesthetic? Taking a small back, he cleared his throat.

Zephyr shifted and peered over at him. “You know, this might sound kind of funny, but you’re just my type.”

“I ~ pardon?” Night croaked.

Coolly rolling to his side and off the bed, Zephyr sashayed over and nonchalantly brought a wingtip under Night’s chin. “Mature, good looking, hot - everything I could ask for and then some.”

Conflicting feelings raged in Night’s mind while he tried and failed to suppress an excited shiver. He wasn’t into stallions in the slightest - at least, up until a few minutes ago, he felt sure he wasn’t. Zephyr’s dulcet tone, gentle caress, and the promise of a good time, paired with the drinks he’d had and the lack of action he’d been getting in the bedroom, made him question more than just his fidelity. Through sheer willpower alone, he backed away from the seductive creature.

“How could I look Twilight in the eye knowing I had a fling with her friend’s brother?” he weakly protested.

Zephyr snickered, leaned in, and blew hotly on his ear. “I won’t tell if you won’t - besides, you can just pretend I’m Fluttershy’s sister if you want, daddy…”

Though it couldn’t have been more than happenstance, that last word chipped away at Night’s resolve like few things ever had. As his stallionhood slipped from its sheath, dropping and gradually growing, his heart thundered in his chest. Nopony, not his friends or even his wife, had the slightest idea that simply hearing the word daddy in a sensual context thrilled him beyond belief.

With the utmost difficulty, he reluctantly retreated from the siren. “S…sorry, it’s just -”

“What’s wrong daddy?” Zephyr sulked. “If you’re mad at me, you can always punish me and tell me I’m a bad mare.”

Night lifted a hoof and went to object, yet the words died in his throat when Zephyr spun away from him. The logical part of his brain told him he was looking at a stallion’s ass, although the primal, depraved portions of his subconscious demanded he relish the spectacle unfolding before him. With his mouth starting to water, he gazed longingly at the beautiful tush just out of reach.

“Go ahead,” Zeph cooed, “you can touch me if you want…”

Drifting forward and lifting a forehoof without even realizing it, Night froze. Was he really considering risking his marriage over a stallion - then again, could he really consider Zephyr a stallion at this point? Zephyr sounded like a mare, acted like a mare, and sure as heck came off as a mare - moreover, he’d even referred to himself as a mare. Irrespective of what the effeminate pegasus had between his legs, it was obvious that he was interested in being on the receiving end of things - as such, would it really be that bad if he indulged in a quickie and broadened his horizons?

Swiftly kicking the door closed, Night frowned. “Listen, before anything happens, I need you to swear - swear that nopony will ever know anything about this,” he grumbled. Seeing Zephyr run a forehoof over his lips, he closed his eyes. “Alright, so what would we even do?”

“What wouldn’t we do?” Zephyr gleefully countered. Closing the gap between them, he caressed Night’s shoulders with his wings. “Let me make you feel special for the night, daddy, pretty please…”

Sinful, unspoken promises dripped from Zephyr’s every word, sending blood surging to his loins. Buck it - buck all of it. In her youth, Velvet would often tease him about being a bit more adventurous, opening himself to new experiences, and now he was going to follow through with it. Lifting his head and peering into Zephyr’s eyes, he chuckled.

The corner of Zephyr’s lips turned up as he withdrew his wings. “How about you go lay down while I freshen up.”

Night could only watch as Zephyr wheeled around, pranced into what he assumed was the bathroom, and closed the door behind himself. Was this really happening? Was he about to step outside his marriage with a femcolt of all things? Eyeing the bed, he lazily made his way over and crawled onto the mattress.

Pensive couldn’t begin to describe the tumultuous mix of feelings swirling around in his head. Excitement warred with trepidation, lust grappled with antipathy, and anticipation fought with shame while rolled onto his back and pulled a pillow under his head. What Zephyr was doing was anypony’s guess, although he was given perilously little time to dwell on it.

After no more than a hoofful of minutes, his eyes shot to the restroom when the door cracked open. He’d expected Zephyr to come out looking no different than before, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. His mane had been brushed, his leggings had been replaced with fishnets, and his full, pouting lips glistened cherry-red in the light overhead.

“Hope I - oh!” Zephyr gasped. Holding a forehoof daintily to his snout, he stared at Night’s loins. “Is that for me, daddy?”

Confused by the statement, Night followed Zephyr’s gaze and peeked down at himself. At some point or another, his libido had gotten the better of him. His stallionhood stood proudly at his groin, swaying ever so slightly. He may have had reservations about what was about to happen, although his body most certainly did not.

With his mouth going dry, he shifted his focus back to Zephyr. “Y…yeah…”

Zephyr crawled up the bed and gingerly spread his hind legs. To see somepony - anypony other than his wife so close to his loins was thrilling as all get-out, and it brought him to a stark crossroads. There was still time for him to change his mind, to go home and pretend none of this had ever happened, although that choice was all but taken from him when a warm, wet tongue glided up the underside of his shaft.

He groaned and writhed, beset by the incredible sensation. It had been ages since Velvet had sucked him off - even then, the blowjob she’d given had been halfhearted and lackluster. Slipping his forehooves behind his head, and with his indecision withering away, he savored the adulterous moment as Zephyr’s lips wrapped around the tip of his length.

Zephyr didn’t just look good, his oral skills were amazing. His tongue danced over the most sensitive parts of Night’s length, he hummed quietly while bobbing his head, and he invitingly wiggled his tush from side to side. He might not have been a mare, not an actual one, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Peering down at Zephyr’s upturned tush, Night pursed his lips as he was reminded of just what he was doing. It would have been bad enough to have a tryst with an alluring mare, although that wasn’t the case. As he caught the faintest glimpse of something hanging between the pegasus’ thighs, an entirely new and unexpected conflict waged in his mind.

He should have been repulsed by doing something that was admittedly gay, yet the taboo somehow added to his arousal. Purely on a logical level, it made sense; mares were left to rely on input from a stud, whereas a stallion inherently knew what felt nice. Hoping to distract himself, he turned his attention back to Zephyr’s gorgeous face.

Closing his eyes and filling his lungs, Zephyr lowered his head and throated the rigid cock in his muzzle. Stars above - it hadn’t taken Night long to understand that the promise of a good time wasn’t hollow, but this was phenomenal! Fighting the urge not to buck his hips, he gave a shuddering sigh as his length was effortlessly throated.

The snug confines of Zephyr’s gullet, paired with the tongue and lip service, left absolutely nothing to be denied. Little by little, bit by bit, uncertainty about the unplanned exchange was drowned out by bliss. Though he wasn’t the youngest stallion around, it was nice that somepony finally gave him the appreciation he deserved.

Zephyr only withdrew after fully hilting Night in his snout, but he was far from finished. Bobbing and gently torquing his head from side to side, he spared the older stud no expense. Even from an outsider’s perspective, somepony who was merely observing the bawdy display, it was clear that his time with Hoity had been well spent.

With his hips twitching, Night succumbed to his impulses. He wouldn’t dare do anything rough with Velvet, having been thoroughly chastised on the occasions when his libido had gotten the better of him, although he wasn’t currently with Velvet. As he planted his hind hooves and thrust upward, Zephyr shuddered and groaned.

He couldn’t explain it, but seeing and hearing Zephyr’s pleased reaction kindled a passionate fire within him. It had been far too long since he’d been able to really cut loose, and he was done holding himself back. His horn flared to life, his stallionhood throbbed, and he set his jaw as he started bucking his hips.

Zephyr’s eyes widened for the briefest moment before going heavily lidded. The look on his face was perfect, just the sort of thing Night dreamt of while face-fucking somepony, and his muted gags sang a sinful symphony. If through treatment bothered him in the slightest, he was doing a darn good job hiding it.

Having to eventually rein himself in, Night breathed hard. At the rate he was going, it wasn’t going to take long for him to reach his limit. While blowing a load down Zephyr’s throat was inevitable, this was about more than getting his rocks off. If he was going to get frisky with another stallion, he was sure as heck going to prove his studly worth.

Zephyr took the merciless treatment like a champ. Night had only imagined being so domineering with somepony before, inspired by stories he’d heard from his friends, although his fantasy was brought to an end when a wing frantically patted his thigh. Just like that, practically at the drop of a hat, everything came to a screeching halt.

“S…sorry,” Night muttered, dispelling the aura that had prevented Zephyr from pulling away.

Throwing his head back and clearing his gullet, Zephyr weakly coughed and cleared his airway. “Sorry?”

Night cocked his head as Zephyr wiped a cocktail of saliva and pre-cum from his chin. “You know, for going overboard?”

“Overboard?” Zephyr repeated while shaking his head and snickering. “Honey, I didn’t stop you because of that!”

Seconds from asking for clarification, Night was given an answer for his unasked question. Zephyr rose to his hooves, stepped over his supine frame, and squatted down. It wasn’t that he was about to be ridden that gave him a moment for pause, it was the utterly monstrous package that hung before him that left him speechless.

There was no eloquent way to put it - Zephyr was packing some serious heat. With a stallionhood so massive that it couldn’t properly stand under its own weight, and a pair of balls that made Night’s look downright sad in comparison, he eased himself down and impaled himself without saying a word. As he sank lower and lower, only stopping when he’d fully hilted his lover, a gout of pre-cum oozed from his hoof-sized cock-head.

Reclining and propping himself on his outstretched wings, Zephyr lifted his hips and began to move. “Just relax, daddy, I’ll do all the work.”

Night dumbly raised and lowered his head while his eyes stayed locked on the immense length flopping against his sternum. What the hay was happening? He wasn’t small by any means, actually having a stallionhood that was slightly larger than average, but Zephyr’s endowment dwarfed his by an order of magnitude!

Being in completely uncharted waters, Night wasn’t sure what to think. There was a nagging sense that he should feel offended that Zephyr was younger than him and had a bigger dick, although he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t kind of hot - actually it was really hot. He reached out with trembling forelegs, beholden to his bestial urges, and warily smirked.

A line had been crossed and there was no going back - bearing that in mind, he did the only reasonable thing he could do. Clutching Zephyr’s hips, he drove his hips upward. Darned if he could say why he was so worked up, but the fires of his passion hadn’t burned so brightly in years. Tightening his grip, he grinned.

Could he have ever predicted he’d end up balls-deep in a stallion half his age? No. Was that going to stop him from blowing off a bit of steam? Absolutely not. The die had been cast, there was no turning back, and accepting that allowed him to relish the heavenly sensations Zephyr afforded him. As he moved in tune with the femcolt, his eyelids fluttered.

This was a first in any number of ways. For starters, Velvet had never let him try anal, despite him repeatedly asking her to try it for years on end - secondly and even more alarmingly, Zephyr’s ass felt as good or better than any pussy he’d ever had. Wracked with exotic bliss, he set his jaw and hastened his pace.

“H…harder, daddy,” Zephyr huffed.

Once again, a thrilled bolt shot through Night. He’d heard stories about submissive stallions who practically lived to get railed out, preferring to get plowed over using their equipment to get off, and it certainly seemed as though Zephyr was one of them. Altering the angle of his thrusts and aiming for the well-hung femcolt’s p-spot, he was rewarded with a deep, guttural moan.

The subtle change drove Zephyr into a frenzy. Mewling and quaking from head to hoof, he worked his ass like a jackhammer. His tremendous stallionhood leaked like a broken faucet, continually drooling pre-cum onto Night as he thrashed and screwed himself with reckless abandon.

Night had initially presumed that having sex with a guy wouldn’t be anything spectacular, yet he was proven completely wrong on that front. If Velvet was even half as energetic between the sheets, he wouldn’t have had to resort to this! As he thought back to his wife, his mood darkened ever so slightly.

Though he wasn’t proud of what he was doing, he didn’t quite feel guilty either. Zephyr was one of, if not the best lay he’d ever had, including the small number of mares rutted before getting hitched, and that alone was food for thought. Glancing from the femcolt’s face to his huge, flailing cock, he faltered.

Gyrating his hips, Zephyr whimpered. “K…keep going.”

Night wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t seen it - even then, it seemed inconceivable. Zephyr’s stallionhood flared, its head nearly tripling in size, and his backdoor spasmed wildly, leaving no room for doubt. As unimaginable as it was, he was about to literally fuck the cum out of somepony.

Pulling out all the stops, Night pounded against Zephyr’s prostate. All he’d wanted to do was get off, go home, then get into bed, although his priorities had turned on a dime. Now with the prospect of doing something that shouldn’t have been possible, making a stallion cum from anal alone, his mind was overcome with a burning, lecherous desire to do the impossible. On and on he went, inching closer to the limit himself, until it happened.

Zephyr threw his head back and brayed. Torrents of river shot from his twitching, colossal cock, painting Night’s chest, shoulders, and face in river’s of thick, creamy foal batter as his climactic wail echoed throughout the small room. It was one heck of a raucous orgasm, the sort that would probably tell anypony in the hotel exactly what was happening, and it was almost instantly joined by a second, resonant bellow of unremitted ecstasy.

With sparks flying from his horn, Night clamped his eyes shut. The rapture coursing through him was beyond compare, robbing him of his strength and making it impossible to think. Unable to do anything other than heave air into his chest, he grunted when Zephyr fell forward and collapsed atop him.

Even if he could have talked, he wouldn’t have known what to say. There he was with his dick buried in a stallion’s backside, covered in seed, and having just cheated on his wife of many years. The entire situation was absurd, from the pulsing stallionhood twitching against his abdomen to the femcolt laying on him, yet he smiled all the same. Heaven help him - if he’d had the faintest idea that stepping outside his comfort zone would be so fantastic, he may’ve been way more experimental when he was younger.

Kissing his way up Night’s neck, Zephyr wriggled contentedly. “Was it good for you, daddy?”

Good? The question struck Night as ludicrous. The sex hadn’t been good - it had been a revelation. Chuckling softly to himself, he pecked Zephyr’s cheek. There was no way in Tartarus he was ever going to breathe a word of this to anypony, but he couldn’t have been happier with how things had turned out.

“Better than good,” he breathed.

Zephyr stirred, lifted his head, and planted a small kiss on Night’s lips. “Well just wait until we get to the real fun?”

“Real fun?” Night chirped. While he’d freely admit that he was a bit tuckered out, the notion of going a second round invigorated him and caught his attention. Giving a small grunt as Zephyr shakily stood and hopped off him, seemingly unbothered by the mess they’d made and the virile load marinating in his tush, he lay motionless. “What kind of fun?”

Hopping from the bed, Zephyr trotted over to the dresser and retrieved two vials from a drawer. “The naughty kind. Catch.”

Night barely managed to catch the bottle that was tossed underwing to him. Turning the vile over in his forehoof, he peaked a brow. “Pick-me-up?”

“You know it,” Zephyr hummed. Uncorking and downing the drink in two gulps, he placed the emptied bottle on the dresser. “By the way, don’t worry about it.”

“About what?” Night asked after pulling the vial’s stopper free with his sputtering magic.

“About paying me,” Zephyr tittered. “Just don’t tell anypony I’m giving you a discount ~ okay?”

Delighted, Night beamed and saluted with the bottle. “Mum’s the word!”

Heck yes - simply getting some sexual gratification would have made his night, but getting laid for free only made his evening sweeter. He’d tried a few performance enhancing elixirs in his younger days, mostly when he’d been attending the royal academy, so had a decent idea of what he was in for. Flinging the bottle back to Zephyr, he peered down at himself and laughed.

“Maybe I should clean up a little before we get back to it,” he chuckled.

Zephyr nodded and motioned to the bathroom with a wing. “Be my guest. Don’t worry, daddy, I won’t run off on you.”

“Just gimme ~ woah,” Night mumbled, nearly losing his balance when he rolled off the mattress.

Paying his wobbly legs little mind, he stumbled off into the restroom. Between the cider he’d had, the jaw-dropping orgasm, and the potion he’d just chugged, it was no surprise that he was feeling a bit lightheaded. As he drifted in front of a cracked mirror above the lavatory’s sink, his eyes darted around for a clean washcloth.

The second he got a good look at his reflection, he burst into laughter. He didn’t look as bad as he thought - he looked worse, much worse. Cum was literally dripping off his face, his mane was a total mess, and he bore a silly little grin. It was a good thing Velvet couldn’t see him, because there would have been no way for him to justify his disheveled, jizz-covered state.

Levitating what he hoped was a clean linen from over the toilet, he turned the tap and set to washing himself off. A shower would have been much better than using a damp rag, but a whore’s bath felt appropriate - plus he was eager to get back for round two. He may’ve been a bit long in the tooth, but he’d be darned if he wasn’t itching to pump another load into Zephyr’s succulent ass.

With his task complete, he turned and nearly collapsed. What the hell? He’d had a couple of drinks at the bar, and the potion probably wasn’t helping much, although that wouldn’t explain why he was suddenly feeling so off. He shook his head and steadied himself against the wall, determined to finish what he’d started.

“You ok in there, daddy?” Zephyr sweetly called out.

“J…just a second,” he rasped.

Steeling himself, he smacked his face with a forehoof. He didn’t necessarily feel bad - in fact, he actually felt pretty darn good, but it wasn’t the sort of good he was used to. The light overhead seemed brighter than it should have been, the smell of sex was overpowering, and he was tingly all over. To Tartarus with it - regardless of what was going on, he was going to have a little more fun before calling it a night.

“Mind warming me back up?” he asked after collecting himself enough to shuffle back into the suite.

Already on the bed, Zephyr scrambled back to his hooves. “Sure thing, daddy!”

Night trotted over, dragged himself onto the mattress, then rolled onto his back. All he needed was just a little time to sober up and get his act together - that was all. Kicking out and spreading his hind legs, fully expecting to get another blowjob, he did a double take when Zephyr stepped over his head.

“You mind?” Zephyr purred.

Gazing up at the femcolt’s nethers, Night shook his head. “N…not at all…”

Zephyr didn’t waste any time as he lowered himself down. “Thanks, daddy…”

Ordinarily speaking, Night adored being locked in a sixty-nine - that being said, having a gargantuan package pressed to his face wasn’t what he’d signed up for. While he squirmed and trying desperately to ignore the giant pair of balls resting against his upper snout, an intoxicating aroma tickled his sinuses.

He sniffed the air for a moment before it dawned on him. Zephyr’s scent was unlike anything he’d ever smelled before, somehow marish and masculine at the same time, and it tickled a part of his brain he didn’t know existed. Sensing the femcolt’s arousal through the monstrous, hardening length inches from his lips, he shifted his head.

Over the span of less than an hour, a femcolt had seduced him, sucked him off, and ridden him, so it was only logical that he push the envelope and get the full experience of being with a stallion ~ right? Doing everything in his power to convince himself that he wasn’t gay for what he was about to do, he gave the underside of Zephyr’s shaft a little lick, then a second and a third, until he was lazily lapping at the pegasus’ cock.

If the musky bouquet was awe-inspiring, the taste that danced over his palate was utterly captivating. Never in a million years would he have guessed that a stallion, and one who couldn’t have been much older than his son, could be such a delight for the senses! Completely disregarding Zephyr’s creampied backside, he gave a hushed groan as he put his tongue and lips to work.

“Oh buck,” Zephyr whined. “Daddy, your mouth feels so good!”

Engrossed with giving Zephyr’s endowment a spit-shine, Night swooned hearing the flattery. He’d never sucked a dick himself, and it wasn’t like he’d ever had any aspirations to do so, but apparently he was doing a decent job! Emboldened and feeling better than ever, apparently shaking off whatever the heck had been plaguing him in the restroom, he grew more energetic.

Salty, exotic flavors coated his taste buds, spurring him on and setting his pulse to quicken. He was already rock-hard, yet he made no move to escape from under Zephyr - on the contrary, he found himself enjoying giving the hot femcolt a tongue bath! Lost to a blissful haze, he was torn from his thoughts when Zephyr rose to his full height.

“Sorry, I just can’t stand it anymore,” Zephyr pouted while moving to the foot of the bed. “Can we get down to business?”

“S…sure,” Night sputtered. Flipping over and getting his hooves under himself, he stepped aside. “We can just -”

“Don’t be silly,” Zephyr giggled. Batting a wing, he nodded to the center of the mattress, “it’s your turn. I’m sure you know the routine - face down, tush up!”

Night stood unmoving and askance. “What?”

“It’s your turn,” Zephyr explained while waving down at the bed.

Though Zephyr’s chipper demeanor and tone were unchanged, Night could tell that he was being completely serious. He could excuse himself for getting oral from a femcolt - heck, he could even forgive himself for rutting a femcolt, yet he couldn’t bring himself to bend over and take it up the ass like somepony’s bitch ~ could he? Eyeing the girthy log of flesh hanging from the pegasus’ groin, he gulped.

“Trust me, you’re gonna love it!” Zephyr cooed. Reaching down and plucking a bottle from near his hooves, he smiled. “Between that elixir and this lube, you’ll be howling before you know it!”

Night shifted, inched to the middle of the mattress, and turned away from Zephyr. His higher self implored him to leave and spare what little heterosexuality he had left, yet he was compelled. Languidly bending forward, he touched his chest to the bed, braced his hind legs, and said a mute prayer that he wasn’t going to regret his actions in the morning.

“Such a nice tush,” Zephyr cheerfully exclaimed. Prancing over, he drizzled lube over Night’s rear, threw the bottle over his shoulder, then reared onto his hind legs. “Deep breath!”

Exhaling through pursed lips, Night nearly yelped when Zephyr weight came to rest against his back. This was insane - literally insane. No reasonably straight stallion, especially a married one, would willingly submit themselves to this - be that as it may, the truth of the matter was that it was becoming harder and harder for him to say he really was straight. The combination of hooch, hormones, and whatever was in the potion he’d drank, coupled with Zephyr’s good looks and godly good looks had brought him to this point, and he yearned for it.

Reality came crashing back to him when he felt Zephyr’s tremendous cock-head touch his virginal hole, but it was too late. His eyes bulged, the breath hitched in his throat, and his mouth hung open in a silent scream as his pucker was driven inwards. Common sense told him that he should be in pain or in extreme discomfort from the gargantuan length gradually sinking into him, yet he was embraced by a rapture so profound that it rocked the very foundations of everything he accepted as fact.

Zephyr gently draped himself over Night’s back while continuing his glacially slow plunge. “Just a little more…”

Bang

No sooner had Zephyr’s medial ring forced its way into Night and ground over his prostate than he came - he came harder than he ever had in his life. It was a darn good thing that he’d locked his hind legs, because he lost control of his body in an instant. Ropes of jizz shot from his untouched stallionhood, spattering over the linens under him, while his marish squeal echoed in his ears.

Snickering and fully hilting himself, Zephyr lovingly nibbled on Night’s ear. “Cute - you know, seeing you cum that quick, maybe I’m the daddy in this situation…”

Night couldn’t understand, much less respond to the audacious comment, but that hardly mattered. Everypony had a breaking point, a limit to what they could mentally endure before their worldview was shattered, and he’d just been launched well past his. Surrendering fully to his wanton, carnal desires, he bucked back against Zephyr while softly whining for more.

“Poor thing,” Zephyr mockingly lamented. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t leave until you’re completely satisfied…”

With that venom-laced promise, Zephyr started to move. As he rolled his hips back and withdrew a portion of his divine stallionhood, Night pitiably mewled and clenched his hole in desperation. The tables had been turned, and only one of them had been prepared for it.

Night howled and came again when Zephyr gave his first true thrust. The climax was somehow more intense than the first, standing in defiance of what he thought he knew about sex, and it dealt a ruinous blow to his sanity. Black was white, up was down, and nothing made sense anymore - still, to say he felt as though he’d transcended the physical world of pleasure would be an understatement.

Falling into a steady, unhurried rhythm, Zephyr gave a small but domineering snort. “Surprised you - Nnnph - didn’t ask for this - Huff - from the start…”

Grunting every time Zephyr bottomed out in him, Night gazed into the ether and basked in the mind-numbing ecstasy of being claimed. He’d been wrong about everything, all the stuff he’d held as the gospel about sex and what real bliss was, and merely accepting that filled him with a maddening glee that pushed him to lunacy.

“H…h…” he choked out as new life blazed within him. Throwing his ass back to meet Zephyr’s thrusts, he peeked up at Zephyr’s face. “Harder…”

Zephyr grinned and stepped closer. “My pleasure…” Transitioning from deep, steady plunges to a fast, brutal pace, he jackhammered Night from behind.

Overwhelmed with primordial ecstasy, Night screamed at the top of his lungs while enduring one orgasm after another. As horrifying as it was to consider, he was losing himself. His seed, the very essence of his virility, was being forced out of him, and there’d be no way for him to get it back - yes, he’d always make more jizz, yet a portion of who and what he was was being stripped away.

“Take it, bitch,” Zephyr growled.

Night did more than take it. Milking Zephyr’s dick for all his worth, irrespective of his inexperience with being fucked, he pined to earn the beauteous stud’s foal-batter. As the sound of flesh slapping against flesh crafted a drumbeat, his jarringly feminine voice rang out without a shred of shame. This wasn’t what he’d wanted, nor was it by any means what he’d expected to happen - no, it was what he deserved.

His stallionhood, once turgid and proud, withered and went flaccid while oozing and dribbling a continual stream of spunk and pre-cum. The loss of his erection was yet another sign of his true place. This was where he belonged, presenting himself as a tight little hole for a superior stallion, and that truth seared itself into the core of his being.

The spectacle of them would have been considered obscene for anypony. A tall, gorgeous, and marish femcolt mounting and rutting the living daylights out of a stallion old enough to be his father. Though their exchange could be viewed as disquieting to some, it was the natural order of things - after all, only the strongest and most capable males are the ones who end up on top.

Trotting the tightrope of a blissful oblivion and the waking world, Night weaved in and out of consciousness. Had he been getting rutted for mere seconds or eons? Could he ever go back to regular sex after this ~ moreover, did he want to? Had he been a bottom-bitch for his entire life without realizing it? Multitudinous questions swirled around his cock-addled mind, yet each and every one of them dissipated when he sensed Zephyr’s stallionhood violently pulse and start to flare.

This was it, he was about to get bred, and he’d never desired anything more. With a strength he didn’t know he had, he seized around Zephyr’s cock and squeezed. By Celestia, if it was the last thing he was going to do, even if it cost him everything, he was going to earn the stud’s seed.

Dipping his head and biting Night’s collar, treating the older stallion like a broodmare, Zephyr buried his throbbing shaft and came. With every buck of his hips, tides of rich foal-batter surged through his stallionhood and into his conquest. There was no way he could knock his married lover up, but that didn’t stop him from doing his darnedest from trying.

It was too much, it was all too much, and it was more than Night could bear. His legs buckled and he collapsed, falling to the mattress with Zephyr riding him down, while he gasped and panted for breath. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel and hear his distended, cum-bloated stomach gurgling from the prolific output of jizz sloshing around his depths.

“Good for you, babe?” Zephyr whispered.

“G…guh,” Night croaked.

As Zephyr turned his head and deeply kissed him, he closed his eyes. His life as a stallion was over, of that he was certain, although the profound glee that overtook him eclipsed any fear of the future. He chased his lover’s lips, desperate for more, and pouted as he peeked out at the immaculate stallion who’d shown him a new purpose for being.

“Gonna come back and see me sometime?” Zephyr softly asked with a wink.

With a silly little smirk splitting his muzzle, Night nodded. “Yeah…”

He meant it with every fiber of his being. Irrespective of if Velvet, his friends, or even his children found out about what he’d done, what he’d become, this wasn’t going to be the last time he paid Zephyr a visit. Expectantly pursing his lips, he was rewarded with a second, passionate kiss for his capitulation.