Midnight and the Prince

Prisma had apparently spent well over a million bits on a useless house of gold. All of the “state of the art” equipment of the time, all of the VR headsets, controllers, competition grade computers and immaculate, luxury facilities, all of it was a big hundred ton paperweight. What they ended up calling Chaos Studios, because Prisma settled on the name and was the sole owner, had been purchased for what was going to be the primo team on the Equestrian Gamers League.

This worked for a brief period, but once egos got in the way, mothers got fatter and fingers began to point at one another, it all boiled down to one single solitary deal. Out of nowhere, Ember offered her what she paid, plus some interest and her lower jaw hit the floor. Even with all of the power on the minimum and the facilities only housing a couple of people, Vera correctly calculated that it would take a little over 800 bits a day to manage. Ember handed over the digitally delivered bits and told her she was invited over anytime.

Their stuff wasn’t going to be there until the next day, their car was filled to its capacity with necessities and comfort items. Ember and Vera turned on the light to the lobby. There were nine on the switch panel, but he only clicked on one. He showed her to the kitchen that was supposed to feed nine or ten people in the cafeteria and they remembered gaming with the team while also having all night snack and party sessions.

Vera even remembered when she met her girlfriend and the two of them hit it off rather well. Then she remembered just flat out losing contact with her. There were fights, but there was nothing to suggest that they were going to break up or that she was unhappy. In the end, though, Vera couldn’t help but think that her hippogryph girlfriend would be climbing the walls with jealousy at that point.

Now she had a boyfriend that was her entire world. She needed him on something of an unhealthy level, especially when Ember started to nibble on the side of her neck. He was so strange, but then, so was she. He treated her like a loved one, someone who needed to be treated with respect but that also needed very deeply. All of the years of feeling like the lesser of the triplets or feeling like she didn’t really belong anywhere in particular, they haunted her, but he helped in so many ways.

“Vera, did you happen to see where I packed my dirty underwear from the trip?” Ember remembered that they would need it if they were going straight from the convention to the studio. The blue bat pony girl was not very physically able, but her endurance and ability to work long hours was something to behold. They made the trip back from Manehattan, cleaned out his and her things from Fable’s, Night’s and Grem’s houses, had them sent on a mover’s truck, packed up their car and made to the studio, all within three days.

She plopped the plastic bag next to him, full of his laundry. “Here, I wasn’t smelling the latest boxers or anything like that.” She made the offhand comment and then went back to her luggage. Vera was having a great deal of trouble with her clothing, both the ones she had on and the ones in her luggage. She was finally able to pull out the pajama pants, but now she was having all of the trouble in the world with her bra. “For fuck’s sake.”

“Here, I’ve got it.” Ember said as he came up behind her and took the bra strap from her, making her sputter.

“I could have gotten it…” She whined and he hummed.

“I know you could have, but you’re overly tired and we just got off the road. There.” He unclasped her bra and she pulled his hands onto her breasts to feel their warmth. She had some boob sweat and she smelled very heavily of the day, taking turns driving. He indulged her for a moment, but then directed her over to the bed.

The room was a director’s office of sorts, but it was so huge that it very comfortably fit five ponies. It was going to be a bedroom from the beginning, but Prisma Silver thought it would be hers. Now, Ember took the reigns and began to lead Vera over toward their lovely cushions. She started to strip naked, but that was when Ember pulled the covers out for her and set her a place for sleep.

“Ember, I want your dick in my pussy.” Vera whined but he shook his head.

“Vera, you are way too tired and that will only wear you out for the morning.” Ember said this and she exasperated.

“But Ember, my pussy wants nice hot cum inside it so I can sleep better.” She began to lick his lips as he attempted a small kiss. To her surprise, he latched on in a passionate, open-mouthed kiss while his hands began to caress her tits and explore her lovely, slightly plump body. “Please?” She asked in a big-eyed manner while her arms squished her boobs together in an ample show of their bulge.

“Here, let’s try this…” Ember got on top of her, but then went down and wrapped his arms around her waist as his face was softly placed against her vulva lips. “Soft little stimulations…” Ember whispered and Vera broke out into goosebumps. That was when she felt a warm, wet tongue give her pussy little licks and laps.

“Ember, you’re teasing me. I love pussy licks. Kiss my little petals. Suck me. I’m getting so wet!” Her hands gripped the back of his head and her breath began to catch in her throat as his speed and pressure increased little by little and soon, he was following her instructions and sucking on her pussylips. His tongue began to grind against her inner labia and swipe up and down her clitoris, making her squeal in a high pitch as her orgasm built up very soon after that.

With a little clean up with a rag he had handy for just such an occasion, he pulled the sheets over the two of them. He wiped the sweat from her forehead and made sure that she got enough air, but soon she could only attempt to speak before she finally drifted off.

There came the sound of drums, then a bass, which was soon followed by multiple guitar and rock band sounds. Both of them even recognized the voice of none other than Dusk. They were very good. Even with bags under his eyes, filthy breath, redness in various places and no energy to speak of, Ember had to give it to them that they had a lot of talent. However, at just five hours of sleep on top of a fifteen hour day’s trip and everything else, he was in little humor.

Vera scowled.

“Vera, remember, it’s important to—not do what you are about to do!” Ember shouted as he tried to catch her but she grabbed the gun and ran before he could catch her. She was always so fast for someone so short. She ran down the hall, across the lobby, then into another hallway that was long.

As Neon Sol, Dusk, Night Moon, Sparky and Strawberry played their instruments in their designated studio spot. Each one of them had a booth, chair and little table for snacks between them. They all had headphones on and they were each connected with the possibility of going soundproof from one, as all of the booths closed.

However, all of the booths were wide open as Vera smashed her way into the door, making all of them widen their eyes. With a fury in her eyes, she pointed her gun and began to fire paintballs at all of them. This caused all of them to cry out in panic and close their booths, though not before Dusk took two in the chest, Sol took one in the arm and Night Moon took on in the shoulder. Vera fired at rapidfire full blast!

Ember grabbed her in the seven seconds it took her to accomplish this massacre. “Vera! Come on! That was excessive! At least use the pistol that doesn’t use gas power!”

“Alright, guys, that sounded good.” Gloaming Flare said from his small soundbooth, making all of them eye him as he gave the thumbs up. “Can we pick up from when Vera crashed into the room? Vera, I didn’t get a loud enough scream from you and Sol, your bass was off when she shot you in the arm. I know that was a given but I just wanted to mention it.” He smiled as she very gladly gave him the finger.

“Alright, I’m guessing the two of you were sleeping, judging by the very large bags under her eyes. Not to mention she’s still naked and dripping.” Dusk observed as Vera caught her breath, coming down from a peak of anxiety with a haze of angst hovering over her blonde mane.

“As astute an observation as any, dearest brother from another mother. I’m guessing this was yet another unscheduled practice session that just couldn’t wait because you had another awesome song in the works?” Ember eyed Sparky who shrugged, who was now on the rhythm guitar. “Wait, Strawberry, when did you actually start showing up to practices?”

“When Neon Sol threatened to kick me out of the band.” She put a sour note on her keyboards as she glared toward Sol, who also, very gladly, gave her double for her trouble. “Plus, I heard you bought the place! That’s exciting.”

“Yes, I did recently purchase these facilities, and now that I am calling this place home, I think it is important that we start setting a few ground rules as to the hours of operation and the sound levels therein.” Ember was very clearly holding up a front of control, and a morning wood that would shame a very heavy burrito on a generous day. However, it was clear, by his inflections, that he was in very little humor on the matter. “Now, unless you are here to join in on attempts to go back to sleep or lie around silently, as these are partially your facilities as well, then feel free to join us. Until then, band practices are hereby on hold until we work out a schedule. Are there any questions?”

“Yeah, when did you being the big brother make you such a huge dick?” Sol asked this and it drew a puzzled expression from Ember.

“Are you referring to me being rather edgy from fatigue or the fact that my penis is very erect at the moment?” Ember asked with a surprising hint of genuine curiosity.

“A little of both?” Sol grin at him and Ember rolled his eyes as Vera poked his penis from the side, having clearly come down from her anger.

“Sorry about that, Ember.” Night Moon said as he got up from his drums.

“Yeah, well, I’ll hang around, but mostly because Final Cut is about to bring in her stuff for the studio. She said she also wanted to talk to you, Ember. You don’t really need to get dressed for that, either.” Sparky admitted this as she noticed that Ember and his father had more than one thing in common.

“If she’s willing to get comfortable in front of a fireplace, guess what, come one come all. So long as we can sleep.” Ember announced to all of them and Vera nodded with a very heavy, dismal sigh.

“Poor Vera.” Sol said with a surprising lack of sarcasm as she came up to the purplish blue bat pony. They were both rather short, so Sol simply curled up into her as the warm blonde girl clung to her with a smile and a kiss. Ember found this acceptable as he began to make his way back to the room and they started dismantling their setup.

Ember’s face hit the bed once again, and the pillow was chilled, much to his liking. As he did this, he felt three more figures hit the bed along with him. There was Strawberry Chocolate, his pink pegasus sister with a beautiful black mane and baby blue eyes. She was from the same parents, but she was also the child that their relationship ended on. Certain toxic entities needed to be removed from the equation, but in the end, only a bit of therapy was needed to assure Strawberry that she was not an unwanted child.

Ember opened one eye to see Strawberry was part of their little cuddle pile. Sol pulled a blanket over the three of them and then eyed her brother. “You know, you don’t need to lie there alone. If you’re uncomfortable with being naked…” She remarked as she pulled her clothing off and sat before all of them as a very red, female representation of her father. She was very sexy in her own way, and Sol wasn’t afraid to flaunt it.

“Why would you think you being naked would make me more comfortable with being naked? And you know I’m fully capable of getting dressed. I just don’t feel like it.” Ember began to pet Vera’s mane and she turned a beaming smile toward him. Both Strawberry and Sol looked at this with some strange sense of wonder, but they didn’t find it unfavorable.

“If you want, I could play a lullaby… I think I know one from Steam Horse.” Sol said, reaching over for her bass guitar, which was leaned onto the side of the bed.

“I think cuddles will do. They’re working so far.” Vera leaned her head into Sol’s chest, starting to give her nipples little kisses.

She was rather well endowed, though she couldn’t boast anything more generous than a D cup. Sol looked down at Vera with burning cheeks and joined her in nuzzling Ember’s hand.

“Don’t be a prude, Ember, you can feel up my boobs. Just don’t get too much of a hard on.” Neon Sol chuckled a little bit at this and he snored very loudly. As the fireplace lit ablaze all the sudden, all three of them looked at it. Strawberry Chocolate had to wonder at the size of this room and just how amazingly ambience it was. It was wooden floor with a paneling wall, much like older houses, but it also had very large windows and a bit cleaner of a sheen.

“He’s still hard.” Strawberry observed with a rolling of her eyes. “Does he know about you and—”

Sol shook her head very slowly with a very mean look on her face, especially when she eyed Vera. Strawberry’s eyes widened and they both looked at the bat pony.

“Why don’t we go cuddle by the marshmallow meadow over by the granulated sugar section…” Vera muttered before drifting off. Both of them sighed a very deep sigh of relief.

“No, Strawberry, and I’d like it to stay that way if you don’t mind. I’m a little fuzzy on why I told you in the first place but right now I’m regretting it a little.” Sol scowled at Strawberry as she whispered. “You’re very lucky our father claims you.”

“Charming, as always, dear sister. I don’t suppose Dusk knows about all of this?” She asked and Sol finally plopped her head onto the mattress and sighed.

“Let’s just go under the assumption that the choices I’ve made were all the wrong ones. I’m not going to say what I’m doing is right, but I will say that he has the cock of a God.” As soon as she said this, Strawberry’s mouth clamped up tight as she gazed at Sol. “Not to mention, he also eats me out and knows how to make me cum really hard.”

“Sweet weenies, girl! What has he done to you?” Strawberry asked this but Sol just shook her head, leaning it downward. “Hey, you know I don’t think less of you, right? It’s strange, but we’re still sisters and I still love you.” She pulled Neon Sol’s head into hers and leaned their foreheads together. They shared a nice moment together before the two of them ended up cuddling with Vera off to the side so she could sleep.

They cocooned themselves onto that enormous bed with a nice thin blanket as the sisters kept their cheeks together in front of the fireplace. With Vera and Ember finally huddled together on the top end, both Strawberry and Sol started to catch the heat coming from the flames on the wood. They weren’t sure where Prisma thought to get a brick fireplace, but after just dozing off in front of one, they could see the merit.

The pink mare ran her hand over the red pegasus mare’s fur. “You have such a beautiful coat. It’s like dad’s only a bit more…”

“Electric, vibrant, I’ve heard a few adjectives. I’d like to think it’s why he named me what he did. I’m a rare case where mom couldn’t think of a name for me. Weird to think she was the one who bought me the bass. She said it was because I mimed the guitar.” After Sol said this, Strawberry had to think for a moment.

“Wait, what? She saw you playing air guitar and so she got you a bass guitar?” The pink mare asked and the red mare nodded.

“Yeah, she said all the greatest bassists air guitar first. I don’t know.” She shrugged and Strawberry giggled. Sol strummed a few chords and Strawberry thought for a moment.

“Well, I think you turned out to be a great bassist. I can play the keyboards but I was wanting to do something a bit more exotic, like the mandoline or the accordion.” She paused for a second before looking at her and shrugging. “Dad got me into some weird music. Are we still going to see Two Lost Ponies?”

“I plan on it.” Sol thought for a little while, but it wasn’t worth the effort. That was when she rolled onto the bed and grabbed Strawberry with both of her arms. She was her older sister by about seven months and they had met at a younger age. Fable sired them through different mothers but Night Coder took them both with open arms and invited Strawberry over for every occasion, every year.

That didn’t stop Sol from rubbing around her tight ass and gripping what she could. Strawberry, the pretty pink pony grinned back toward the pink maned beauty. “What have I been hearing nonstop from you? You’re just so frustrated with your brother because he keeps hitting on you?”

“Yes, well, sometimes it wasn’t so much complaining, it was more me holding out without going all the way with it. Well, now,” Sol paused for a moment and Strawberry rolled her eyes.

“Well, obviously, with a cock like that, it wasn’t like it was a challenge from the start. Sol, you’re going to get yourself in just about as much trouble.” She couldn’t hold in a long moan as Sol began to work her thumb over the area in her pajama pants where her pussylips were kept behind very thin fabric.

“Don’t tell anyone, but I’m kind of weird.” Sol whispered in her ear and Strawberry pinched both of her sister’s nipples. “What–”

“Oh, don’t count yourself as unique.” Strawberry grinned toward her and began to rub her nipples through her shirt. She bit her lower lip and the two of them met in a kiss that lavished their tongues together.

They got their clothes off and soon latched onto each other's pussies. Without fail, Sol began to suck and lick all inside her tender folds and Strawberry made muffled moans against her petals as she engrossed herself with such lovely vaginal entrance. With a prodding tongue and a very stiff lick, she made sure that the pink haired beauty was nice and lubed before she gave up on oral fixations.

She wrestled Sol suddenly and her little sister was taken by surprise and yelped as Strawberry brought her over in something of a wrestling move. She pulled her onto her back and with a pull, brought her down. They touched labia lips. Sol’s eyes went very wide as Strawberry began to hump and grind against her.

Her gasp wasn’t the only one she heard, though. It wasn’t long before both of them eyed one another, then looked over at Vera, who twitched a bit. It was clear that she had been caught. The purple batpony looked over at the two of them with a meek expression as she revealed that she was rubbing her quivering pussy beneath the blanket.

“Sorry,” Vera looked like she wasn’t very sorry at all, and both of them caught onto it quickly. Both of them latched onto the cute little lady with the big boobs and a wet pussy that screamed for at least one of their tongues. “Oh, fuck! Don’t you fucking stop!” She tried her very hardest to keep her voice down and let Ember sleep, but that was a losing battle, so she put a pillow over her face.

Sol began to eat her pussy out and Strawberry couldn’t help but tongue her nipples while she twitched. The blonde batpony held onto Sol’s pink hair while smothering her face with a pillow, but leaning it into the side of Strawberry’s cheek. It was surprisingly comfortable for the elder sister.

They made Vera cum twice in very quick succession. The slightly plump batpony couldn’t stop loving Ember’s sisters as they tongued her mercilessly. Her pussy winked over and over again as she came a third time and Strawberry began to rub her clit as her pussy overflowed.

They finally let her plop over with a sigh.

There was a long silence as Sol and Strawberry groomed her beautiful mane and she sweated with a sweet smile on her face.

“Vera!” Dusk burst in, scaring all three of them half to death, but making Ember snore even louder. “You need to see this right now!”

“What? What’s going on? Dusk? What—” Vera sat up in bed between the two pegasi who looked at Dusk with a great deal of confusion and annoyance. Then he turned on the news and all three of them gawked in absolute astoundment and further confusion.

There was Midnight in what looked like a restaurant. She was sitting across the table from a familiar face. All of them gawked at the image of their friend and sister yelling at the camera as the one across from her frowned.

“Midnight?! Is that camera guy harassing them?” Vera asked and Dusk looked back at her with a sharp nod. His face was somewhat ecstatic for their sister, but then also quite worried.

“Prince Fraguer? Is this really for a world title? Is he the best?” Sol asked and Vera looked at her with pursed lips.

“Ember has fought him to a near standstill score in three gaming categories, but Fraguer has beaten him multiple times in first person shooters.” Vera gave her a bit of a worried look. “I don’t think he has ever beaten him in Demonhoof.”

“You saw it here first, folks! Looks like The Prince and a familiar face are going head to head in the upcoming tournament!” A young Hooftuber mare said as she started getting escorted out of the restaurant.

“You have got to be fucking with me…” Strawberry said, oblivious to the fact that all three of them were still naked. Seeing Midnight on the world news was a shock to the system and the universe seemed to make sense just a moment ago.