One Night At The Barn

Summer in Ponyville wasn’t summer in Appleloosa. And winter in Appleloosa surely wasn’t anything like winter in Ponyville. Appleloosa, being hot and dry, never changed too much albeit it was spring, summer, fall or winter: It simply remained hot and dry – hot in the sense of hot for anypony that was only a guest and not a local. Ponyville’s weather was different and certainly blessed by the weather ponies. It could be hot, cold, warm, lukewarm, dry, humid, freezing, cloudy, sunny, rainy, or everything together (The type of weather Pinkie Pie enjoyed the most). Still, day and night had an effect; weather ponies or not. And so it came to be that coldness was slowly creeping through town, the Everfree Forest and Sweet Apple Acres. Only at one place, it definitely remained “hot”.

Sweat was dripping from the ceiling. It smelled of body liquids. In the middle of a tiny barn, four ponies gathered: They were lying in a circle, facing each other’s backside and pleasuring one another. The strong stenches that made the air thick and stuffy only encouraged them while they drifted off into another dimension, tasting the salty liquids both in- and outside of them, their tongues lapping coat, drenched in sweat and cream-filled cavity; their minds driven wild while they made their way to a land of absolute pleasure. Too blind to see, they used their sense of taste and smell while every touch brought them closer and closer…closer to the best night ever.

***

Lucky snuffled and concentrated back on the rimming lesson he was forced to take. The tears on his face weren’t dry yet, but for the most part he was alright. What he could taste was good; perhaps too good since he shouldn’t be tasting stallion. Right now, he should be tasting mare just like he did for his whole life. That was over now. Sorta over: He had been blackmailed. Shining was the one being most furious when he found out that Lucky joined this little group of stallions just to do Big Macintosh a favor, while Wild Fire had let him go all by himself, innocent as she was. Braeburn thought this was just sa-weet and called him dirty names. But Big Macintosh thought through this, did some fancy mathematics and deliberated on the little problem with his cousin and came to a conclusion that’d make everypony happy. Everypony? Did Lucky cry tears of joy when he heard the news? It didn’t matter so much now. All he had to do is…well, not running away would be a start. If he spoiled the secret, this would be the end for him and his girlfriend – even worse things would happen to Shining Armor. There was just this one condition that really made him cry since this was all so wrong but felt so right. He tried to explain, repeated that he was married, pleaded, sobbed, cried for help, and still they got their way. Now he was lying here, feasting on donuts with cream filling. Blackmailed to do everything the other three said, unable to refuse – he sold his body for total privacy that at least two stallions in this room desperately needed.

***

The Twilight Sparkle Show was up and running. Candidates had to suffer in this glorious piece of TV production while the game master got all the prizes and the applause. Said game master was busy laying down the rules right now…

“…and only talk when you get the permission from me. Good? Good. Let’s get started.”

Twilight rubbed her hooves, her left ear twitched. She didn’t blink during her last two minutes of explanation. She needed answers. A-N-S-W-E-R-S. Seven letters, two of them vowels, the s appeared twice because of the use of plural; otherwise this would be a perfectly nice word that lacked of repetition, and even perfecter, which isn’t a real word but a word Twilight just came up with, would this word be if it didn’t contain a W – Twilight hated that letter.

“Welcome, welcome, welcome to the Twilight Sparkle shooooow! And heeeere are our star guests!” she snickered and turned to the first “candidate”. All three of them had been tied to a chair during the last 30 minutes. It was obvious somepony was having a serious breakdown and while Spike usually knew how to help, he was rendered helpless this time…

“Spike! Why are you holding a poker party in my house?”

The baby dragon remained silent.

“I said Spike! Your time to talk!”

“Yes! Yes, Twilight. Uhm…I didn’t hold a party exactly…”

“That. Doesn’t. Matter.” Twilight whispered the words into Spike’s perky ears, breathing after every single one.

“Carry on, Spike; everypony wants to hear your answer!”

The baby dragon gulped. He had no other choice than to confess.

“Well alright! I was holding a poker party at your house and Spitfire got invited. The other ponies just joined, that’s not my fault. If it makes you happy, I could get you some ice cream to make up for this mess?” Spike was sweating and struggled for something else to say since two purple eyes were still piercing through him, indifferent that he had already finished his little speech. “And…and…and I’m gonna clean this room all by myself!”

“Deal!” The game master offered her purple hoof. A purple hand sealed the deal.

“Yeeeeeeeeeeah!” Spike faked excitement. “Hit it big, Twibro!”

“Time foooooor my next question! Luna!” Twilight squinted just for a second to keep her eyeballs from drying out before she continued to madly stare at her new “candidate.”

“My dearest Princess, please tell us why you disappeared though you were told not to! Are you a…fraud?”

“This’ a lie! We got invited by Miss Pinkamena Diane Pie to join this little event here! We stayed because we found it entertaining, while the pink one left! We thought about you the entire time since we didn’t want to hurt the Element of Magic! You got to believe us!”

The insane pony shrugged Luna’s reply off. She was here for something else, not for apologies from royal family members.

“And last, but not James Last! You! What’s your name exactly?”

Twilight turned to the third pony in the room, which was wearing a bolo tie.

“A-A-A…Apple Spl-l-it!”

“A-A-A-Apple Split? Who gave you such a ridiculous name? 4 A’s, your parents got to be mentally retarded!”

“N-No, miss…mah-ah…name’s…Apple Split!”

Hadn’t Twilight tied poor Apple Split down so well, his whole body would have been trembling right now. But she did, so all that was shaking was his voice.

“I see.” Once again, Twilight rubbed her hooves. “Are you a member of the Apple family then?”

“Y-yes?!”

“Good, good…” Twilight started to untie her poor victim that she was interrogating while she continued talking.

“Have you been to Sweet Apple Acres recently?”

“Th-this night, miss. Ah…ah’m staying there!”

“Good, good…” She magically summoned an orange. “Orange?”

“Nnnnn…nah…not f-f-f-for me!”

“Oh right. I forgot. Then…not! Say, do you know Braeburn and Big Macintosh well?”

“Uhm…ah…ah do, y-yes! They’re mah cuz-cuz-cousins!”

“Would you mind? Would you mind stop shaking?”

“Ah…ah’ll try!”

“Neato. Well, pretty sure you know what your cousins are doing right now. Do you? DO YOU? DOES ANYPONY IN HERE KNOW?” Twilight shouted so loud, everypony in front of her house fell silent.

***

Cum spurted all over Shining Armor’s coat. He threw his head back, clenched his teeth and kept giving himself and his vis-à-vis a clopjob, hungry for a second time. The night had been long so far; countless mugs had been emptied and countless orgasms drove Shining far over his edge. He was hungry for more. More. He wanted more of this cum. He wanted to milk himself and the pony with endless stamina dry.

A short glimpse to the left told him that Big Mac was currently teaching Lucky how to give head. Combining it with Sex Positions 101, the two ponies were 69ing each other.

Shining concentrated back on himself and stared into Braeburn’s eyes, where he got lost. Braeburn’s eyes! It was the eyes. The eyes that made other stallions gay, gayer than ever just by being there. The eyes that made him kiss the pony that tasted exactly like his namesake. Muzzle and muzzle locked into each other, cock on cock stroked together: This was the thing, the stuff, that certain something every stallion was waiting for. This was sex with Braeburn.

Both reached another climax. Shining Armor sucked up the smell of fresh semen with his nostrils and kept going, hungry for his third time. This was far from over.

***

“Ya see, this is pretty easy. Just imagine you’re 2 years old again and put it in your mouth. That’s all the advice I can give, the rest is just practice. Don’t fear you could do something wrong, I’m here to help you. And if you just imitate my movements, I don’t mind. Ready?”

Big Mac realized he couldn’t see Lucky. Unfortunate, since he was too shy to speak. Simply taking the silence as a yes, Big Macintosh hid Lucky’s shaft deep in his throat. Gagging noises told him that Lucky was currently trying the same. He would have told him that Lucky didn’t have the experience for this yet, if this wasn’t much more fun…slowly, he released thick meat from his mouth. Lucky sure hid something beautiful between his legs, as a plus he was also well-endowed – his girlfriend had picked the right guy. As the red stallion had worked himself back to a comfortable length, he started to thrust back and forth and was rewarded with a spasming Lucky that started to go crazy by the slightly unfamiliar pleasure. Wild Fire hated to give head and always did a bad job – this was the best blowjob he ever had in all these years! How did Big Mac do that? Like…this?

The sensation crawled through Big Mac’s body. It felt like he had been a good teacher so far, his partner adapted fast. Now it was time to bring some tongue in, he was curious if Lucky could do that too. A few laps later, he realized that this had been a tad too much for the poor, straight stallion that was trembling so hard that the strong applebucker had problems keeping Lucky under control. Reaching climax, Lucky’s cock flared to maximum thickness, choking Big Macintosh on the other end that eagerly sucked down every drop of hot, fresh semen spurting down his throat.

“This lesson ain’t over yet!” said Big Mac after he had freed himself. “You don’t pass an oral exam if you can’t satisfy me too!”

Big Macintosh grabbed Lucky by his mane, rammed his so far unsatisfied member down Lucky’s throat and gave him a thorough ride. His victim had no chance to protest as he was pushed into his position, gasping for air. Lucky tried not to choke, tried to concentrate on something else, tried to enter a happy place while somepony mercilessly continued to give himself the time of his life, completely ignoring how Lucky was feeling. He was glad when Big Macintosh finally came and, just like he had been told earlier, made sure that Lucky swallowed every last drop. Still dizzy-feeling Lucky forced a smile on his face after he got up again and looked Big Macintosh into his eyes. He looked pleased and patted Lucky’s head.

“You passed. Though it was only a B+.”

Big Mac’s ridiculous statement made both laugh and relieved the gray stallion quite a bit. Hadn’t that been just peachy? Maybe he’d do this again at some point. It wasn’t even half as bad as he had imagined it; being at the giving end…

A thought startled Lucky. Was he…turning from a straight stallion into somepony else? Was he…getting into stallions?

***

Spike, still tied to a chair, tried to free himself – too bad Twilight read up on knots and tied every knot so tightly and safely that it became impossible for the baby dragon to escape. All he could do was sit and wait and watch. He sighed. Next to him sat Luna, as helpless as he was…why was this Apple Split freed and not Twilight Sparkle’s #1 Assistant? What did this guy know about mental breakdowns? Huh? Not a single thing! Spike on the other hand had read a book about it, secretly of course, whenever Twilight was away – he’d be able to help Twili…if he wasn’t tied up, of course.

Apple Split and Twilight were standing besides the door now and were having a little chit-chat about the world famous Apple Family. It just wasn’t the crop they discussed; it wasn’t the quality of the family’s apples, not the generosity and also not her dear, honest friend Applejack. The topic of their current conversation was the socially inappropriate behavior of a certain pony that obviously had only one reason to visit Ponyville. As both were not talking too loudly, Spike had to strain his ears to hear them.

“So you are telling me that Braeburn visits Ponyville for the sole purpose of hitting on other ponies?”

“Yes, miss. Indeed.”

“And you are telling me these ponies he’s hitting on are…”

“…stallions. It’s plain to see, actually. Ain’t wearing this leather jacket for nothin’, ya know?”

Twilight, having her mood swings at the moment, went from slightly sane; the state she had reached once she untied her poor victim back to sort-of-insane-but-not-quite-like-before and zoned out for a moment. She was thinking; Spike always saw Twilight frozen to the spot when she was thinking heavily. A floppy ear was sending her back, down to Equestria and she opened her mouth just to say nothing for another minute. Then she broke the way too awkward silence.

“You know what? You are a wise pony, Apple Split. I once read this book about homosexuality and you are definitely right about Braeburn. I’d go even farer and say that you’re so right; I realized that you had some sexy time with him as well before. That stallion just has this effect on every male member of the Apple family.”

“Uh…ah-ah-ah…” Apple Split remained speechless and tried to look away as his cheeks grew redder and redder. Twilight didn’t wait for a reply and continued her speech, ignoring how embarrassed her counterpart became.

“Let’s connect the dots, shall we? Big Mac and Braeburn are spending private time together. That kind of confirms all the rumors about incest in the Apple Family! And you’re the second example! Every line is going back to Braeburn, but you don’t see the evident – Braeburn is gay after all, so his family is free of any children that’d make others suspicious. Still…this stupid pony doesn’t focus on his family alone. Right?”

It took Apple Split a moment to realize that it was his time to talk. “Uh…yes…?!”

“Excellent! My investigations are leading me into the right direction. I just need one single thing to bring me to the solution. Pinkie said…and Rarity said…then you said…hmm…”

“No, Twilight! Don’t! Stop thinking. Spikey-Wikey is here for you, just please stop thinking! You’ll get hurt! You…” As much as Spike tried to use his telepathic skills on Twilight, he couldn’t do anything. It was already too late.

“SHINING ARMOR IS HAVING SEX WITH BRAEBURN!” she blurted and repeated the same statement when she realized that she shouldn’t shout.

“Shining Armor is having sex with Braeburn? But then…then…my big brother is…wah…WAH!” Panic overtook the usually calm mare as she started running in circles, desperately trying to think of a way to fix this. It wasn’t too late. It wasn’t too late. She’d come up with something. Something. Something…

“I know just what to do!” Twilight triumphantly blurted after her 42nd circle. “And I’m gonna do this all alone…” She looked around and glared at every individual in the room.

“I’m gonna crash their little private party and catch Shining Armor before the act! Get it? Before the act; not in the act! Twilight Sparkle, you’re so brilliant…”

In annoyance, Spike rolled his eyes. Sometimes, he just didn’t know what Twilight was thinking of herself. This was like the lamest pun he had ever heard! And her plan was even worse. But who was he to judge? He was just a baby dragon and an assistant! No, Spike, you don’t know such things. Too young, not smart enough, not important. Yes. For sure! When this was all over, Spike would comfort himself with ice cream. But all alone, nothing for Twilight! He had enough of her for today.

***

If Chrysalis would have been present at the barn tonight, she had feasted on enough love to make her too fat to fly. Likewise, all four ponies would have been drained of their “love”. And most certainly, one of the four stallions was feeling that empty and drought at the moment – even without the help of a Changeling, or a Changeling Queen. Lucky never had so much sex before. Nor gay sex. He just wished that this night was coming to an end. To be fair, this was all nice and it made him question what he was dating a mare for, but it was simply tiring to reach climax after climax. It was surprising that he wasn’t bleeding out of all of his holes yet. Almost as incomprehensible was this constant stream of pre still oozing out of his tip: Shouldn’t he be dry for the next few months already? How did his body manage to do this? Tired and thirsty, he filled his mug with fresh cider for the umpteenth time. “To the longest and best night of my life”, he thought and gulped everything down as fast as he could. “Am I finally losing it? Woah…dude, you’re seriously drunk…better stop…oh well…some more can’t hurt, can it?”

“Lucky, have you ever heard of A2M?”

It was Braeburn that interrupted his thoughts, smirking as if he was up to something. His time had come: Lucky was so drunk, he wouldn’t even notice what Braeburn wanted to do to him right now. Without waiting for a reply, Braeburn went ahead to finally get what he wanted.

“It’s the greatest thing in the world, trust me…” said Braeburn as he lifted Lucky’s tail. His backdoor was still wet from earlier this evening: Shining had the brilliant idea to introduce Lucky to all the different toys Braeburn owned and shoved everything that he could find inside Lucky. Back then already, Lucky had been unable to fully realize what he was going through and was just lying there obediently. A little ass-to-mouth action would be nothing compared to this…Braeburn really needed it. No matter how drunk the gray guy was now, he’d make Lucky scream and drain the last bit of his virginity out of him. Would this night be life-changing for Lucky? Would this mean he was turning gay? Was that possible? Braeburn had no idea, but decided to try his best to achieve the potential goal when he thrust forward.

***

With bells on a dress, it wasn’t too hard to be seen. Still, ponies blocked Twilight’s way and she had to constantly scream at them to give way because of an emergency. The small group of ponies that soon followed her (volunteers to help with whatever emergency this might be) she had to run off as well. The whole world was once again against her; nopony ever listened to her and her needs…

After what felt like an eternity Twilight Sparkle finally reached the long-awaited edge of Ponyville. The crowds had grown less dense with time to finally break apart here, where ponies only loosely gathered. In the bushes for example, were quite a few couples hoped for a quiet, private time. Less intimate, but still quite “out there” was this circle of ponies she ran past that was exchanging “herbs”. The worst she spotted though, the one thing she didn’t like at all were all these ponies lying around: Most likely passed out from the alcohol, some just from tiredness. She just didn’t get that…what were these ponies thinking when they drank that much? Didn’t they know when it was time to stop? Some ponies couldn’t be helped, ok…Twilight thought of Berry Punch. It was just…what she was seeing here would mean hundreds of Berry Punches existed! Not a pleasant thought.

Soon it grew so dark that Twilight didn’t see anymore where she was going. It was weird; she left town and everything went dark and it started to be so quiet; it seemed to her as if she had just entered another dimension. A simple spell and her horn started to glow – like a glowworm that had lost its way, she continued her walk; strictly sticking to the path in front of her that was supposed to send her to Sweet Apple Acres. Though she knew it wasn’t the quickest way, she didn’t want to take the risk of getting lost somewhere in the dark. Every hoofstep was carefully chosen – she had stopped running a while ago as tiredness overwhelmed the panic inside her. Still, she had no time to lose. She was on a mission. She’d find Shining Armor and she’d rescue him from some lame country dude that knew no manners and seduced every stallion he met. He better watched out, this Braeburn! She didn’t read the Art of Fighting for nothing.

“For me and my BBBFF!” she shouted as she started to run again. “No time to lose!”

***

A small change of plans kept Lucky in a different predicament right now than Braeburn intended; being spit-roasted by the Apples, Braeburn still taking him from behind while Big Macintosh joined the fun at the other end, cracking another joke about another oral exanimation he had planned for Lucky. Poor Lucky couldn’t say no to that! Not because he had this little deal going on, but because he just wanted to feel Big Mac inside him again. Shining Armor was lying in the corner, just observing the three. He was still feeling high – high on sex, high on Braeburn, which was simple the best type of apple in the world. The unique taste of Braeburn was something he’d never forget! Convinced by this, what was left in his mug at the moment he just pushed aside; this didn’t taste like Braeburn at all! Cider, probably not even made with Braeburn apples, was nothing compared to the real thing. Too bad his favorite treat was busy at the moment…Shining already was working on a plan to solve the issue.

Sloppy, repetitive sounds that surrounded Lucky, while he felt as full as he had never felt before in his life, finally sent him off to Neverland. He gazed into infinity, not moving a muscle. Not even breathing most of the time. A moment ago, he had been a pony. What was he now? What? What didn’t breathe and had lots of sex? Lucky was thinking harder than ever, though this was the only thought going on inside his head right now…

…he knew it! He was a condom! Condoms don’t breathe, they’re used for sex and they’re filled with cum! How could he not have seen that? The minutes passed as he thought about this question, taking him even longer to find the answer. As he found out a condom doesn’t think, he even gave up on thinking and gave himself away fully to the act of love that was being performed on him.

“Do you mind switching, cuz? I can tell you, you’re missing out if you don’t try Lucky’s tight ass tonight. I thought he would have loosened up over the night, but he’s still as tight as a virgin!”

Big Mac knew what Braeburn was up to. Even though Braeburn did everything in every position, he always liked blowjobs the most. On the receiving end of course, who was he? And an unwritten rule kind of forced Big Macintosh to accept the request: Braeburn always got what he wanted – that never changed.

“Sure. I don’t mind. Watch out, he bites!”

Big Macintosh chuckled. His cousin raised an eyebrow.

“Just kidding. He loves to swallow!”

***

Who knew that nights could be so dark? Despite Luna’s beloved moon and clear skies, Twilight wouldn’t have been able to see anything without her glowing horn. It seemed as if all light only shined for Ponyville, while the area surrounding town was simply dark.

It wasn’t the first time by now that Twilight crashed into a fence. At least this reminded her she was on the right path to Sweet Apple Acres! Stupid Shining Armor, why didn’t she hover over him? This night could have been perfect; instead it turned into this nightmare Twilight was unable to wake up from. She still couldn’t believe her brother would be doing it with just some random hillbilly, but it was Braeburn she was talking about and apparently this guy was full of pheromones or something. Something was making him appealing to other stallions and rendered them more or less helpless. Fascinating, yet dangerous. Something worth studying, if only somepony would let her.

Twilight’s journey through the dark came to a halt as a light in front of her flashed up. Somepony was awake! This was AJ’s barn! She looked around as things started to look familiar until she realized where she was standing right now and where she had been walking. This was great! Whoever was up there, she’d be able to get help from this pony. Excited, she knocked at the barn door. A sleepy Apple Bloom opened the door.

“Twalai’? It’s in the middle of the night!”

“Oh praise Celestia, it’s you, Apple Bloom! I need your help.”

“Help? At night? At Sweet Apple Acres?”

“Yes, please tell me you got a flashlight at home!”

“A…what now?”

“Just give me something that produces light. Like this candle!” Twilight pointed at the candlestick Apple Bloom had been carrying around with herself.

“Are ya sure ‘bout that? This’ the only thing we got handy right now! Besides, ah still gotta pee as bad as I had to when I woke up a minute agoooooooo…” Apple Bloom whined and fidgeted in front of Twilight.

“Oh! Sorry. Just tell me, do you know where Big Macintosh could be? I’ve been looking for him everywhere,” Twilight Sparkle started to get really nervous when Apple Bloom gave her a confused look, “…because of cider! Yes! We need more cider!”

Twilight’s lie was rewarded with a smile and the answer she wanted: “Well, I ain’t tellin ya too much, I hope…Ya know, there’s this very small barn, just walk west from here on. It’s behind the last hill. Big Macintosh’s secret barn, I discovered it once all alone. He’s hangin’ out there once’n a while.” She squinted at Twilight. “This stays a secret, right?”

“Uhm…sure! And thanks! I just gotta keep walking west?”

“Exactly, ya can’t miss it.”

“Thanks, Apple Bloom. Have a good night. You’re really good as gold!”

With these words, Twilight ran off, leaving Apple Bloom behind, all happy to hear how well she behaved in Twilight’s eyes.

***

Still craving for an apple, Shining got up from his spot in the corner of the barn. Maybe he wouldn’t get some more Braeburn for tonight. Maybe also no Big Macintosh. At least there was still a chance he’d get some of this Irish Luck. A four-leafed clover sounded almost as delicious as an Apple…not as juicy, but sure great tasting! His hazy mind kept Shining from moving all too fast towards spit-roasted Lucky, now with a slightly different filling at each end. While watching the scene in front of him, the Captain of the Royal Guard grew hard again; forgetting his wife and his duties. He wanted clover. He wanted some luck.

“Say, cuz…” Braeburn broke the silence to have a casual conversation while he satisfied his sexual needs. “Where did you find such a well stallion? Just look, he doesn’t even know who or what he is anymore! He just lets it happen.”

“That’s a big secret.” Big Macintosh grinned wide. Always being the reserved one, he felt right now like he had to crack some jokes. The moment seemed right; everyone slowly lost his mind in here and he probably was no expection…so why not jokes?

“I’m meaning it. How do you know Lucky?”

“Uhm…that’s sort of a longer story, but let’s say his girlfriend…perhaps ex-girlfriend by now…” He laughed at his own joke while Braeburn stared at him in annoyance.

“Go on?”

“Yes, so…Wild Fire is friends with Rainbow Dash who is friends with Applejack who’s my sister. Do you get that? I guess you do.”

“You’re so funny tonight, cousin. I can hardly believe it”, remarked Braeburn and rolled his eyes before he concentrated back on the muzzle in front of him. He wasn’t quite done yet.

“Ah, the cutie mark!” thought Shining Armor as he recognized three green things in front of him. How far had he come that he didn’t even know how clover looked? This was going to be his last orgasm for tonight...he had to draw a line somewhere after all, he was a responsible stallion!

The clover didn’t taste as good as he expected. Not that he had ever really tasted a cutie mark, but couldn’t a cutie mark taste like the real thing? No? Well, he knew something almost as good as clover. Shining gave the cutie mark one last lick and crawled under Lucky, where a fully erect horsecock was waiting for him, preeing the same way as it did the whole night so far. Without hesitation, Shining got to work, only to wake feelings in zoned out Lucky again.

***

At the last hill that belonged to Sweet Apple Acres, Twilight had a magnificent view over Ponyville, which looked like a miniature of itself on a very busy day, and its surroundings. As she had presumed, all light gathered indeed in Ponyville, where everything looked as bright as if it was a sunny day. She was convinced this had something to do with magic. It must have been Luna that concentrated the moonlight and the glow of the shining stars on Ponyville! She was definitely a strong mare if she was able to perform a type of magic so powerful over an extended time, like, in this case, a whole night! For a moment, Twilight felt sentimental. She sat down in the grass as the glow that her horn had emitted throughout her odyssey to a barn that probably didn’t even exist slowly dimmed itself. Darkness embraced Twilight while she started to lose herself in thoughts. It didn’t take her long to remember though why she was here. In her moment of realization that her brother might be lost already (Twilight had lost completely track of time during this evening), she noticed something odd behind her – nothing more than a faint shimmer, but enough to assure her that she was where she wanted to be. That was the barn, right next to her! Just down this hill and she couldn’t miss it. Completely forgetting to make her horn glow again, she galloped, no, fell down the hill and landed in front of the barn door; one inch away from where her brother was hiding.

***

Cider was nothing for men. Men drank cum. Convinced by this statement, Shining milked the liquid he was thirsty for out of Lucky; watched him squirm as Lucky got back to life and shot loads of cum down Shining’s throat. More and more, Lucky felt uncomfortable in his position: The pleasure was nice, but since he had realized he was stimulated from every end, worry grew deep inside himself. What was he doing here, filled from every end to the max? Gagging on Braeburn that had his member buried fully inside him, the perverted stallion started to be rougher with him. Lucky choked hard, but couldn’t free himself; locked at the other end into position by Big Macintosh, the strongest pony he knew that wasn’t quite as insensitive, yet demanding what he wanted. This night had been…odd, to say the least and he terribly regretted doing Big Mac “a simple favor”. The only thing he really enjoyed was Shining underneath him. He had been his Shining Armor, got him back to sanity. Just…how did he get into this position? He couldn’t remember anything about the last minutes…or hours? Lucky couldn’t tell.

The sudden end of this night was close. Somehow, everyone sensed it; including Twilight Sparkle in front of the door, about to open it. Deep breaths calmed her down, the cold night air added to that. This door parted her BBBFF from her. This door would fix everything just by being opened. Everything was down to this door; the entire night depended on it. Twilight gulped…and knocked, as polite as she was, before she unlatched it.

***

Braeburn pulled himself free in a split second. Lucky coughed; his face covered in sweat, tears, drool and cum summed this night up perfectly. Every normal pony would have helped Lucky out of his misery now, would look after him and ask if he got hurt during the last minutes…or hours. Nobody could say for sure how long he had been in this position. Unfortunately, it was Braeburn who had tormented him, even on purpose after he started to squirm, spit, cough and choke; and so, poor Lucky was just left in his position. Big Macintosh was still taking him from behind, forgetting to thrust as he, as well as Braeburn, heard three knocks outside.

A whisper would have been too loud for this situation. Everypony froze to the spot and tried to be as quiet as possible. A familiar sound of the latch being opened could be heard. Panic started to rise inside each of the four stallion. The whole situation screamed: “Busted!”

One pony knew exactly how to fix this situation. It hadn’t been the first time he almost got caught; all these stallions he banged had taught him the one or other thing…

***

“Shining? BBBFF? Are you-?”

A deep silence fell. It was the third time within a few seconds. Three knocks, the sound of the latch, a few words that stopped abruptly along with a few jingles from a creation by Rarity – Twilight wouldn’t be able to remember any of this as everything suddenly went dark.

***

“What in the world has gotten into you? Are you nuts? You can’t just knock out every single innocent pony that wants to enter our barn!”

“Well sorry cuz for being so smart to keep us from being busted! You know what? I’m done with you for today! I don’t need this!”

A dominant nature was a pride one and didn’t want to accept that it was wrong. When talked down, a pony with this type of personality left. Big Macintosh wished his cousin wasn’t so pigheaded, but Braeburn was just being all himself all of the time.

“Thanks a lot”, muttered Big Macintosh as he watched his cousin run out of the door. At least he had time to fix this without witty comments this way...

“Ok! No need to panic! Lucky. You first. You look like a wreck and probably are one right now – may I suggest you just lay yourself to sleep? Or maybe you could start tidying up this room. It looks like somebody dropped a bomb in here…”

Obediently, Lucky trotted off and started to pick up things from the floor.

“Now who do we have-TWILIGHT?” Since Braeburn had knocked out the gatecrasher for tonight, Big Macintosh didn’t find the time to take a closer look at who it was until now. Of all ponies, he didn’t expect Twilight here. She should have been busy organizing things for tonight; instead she was lying inside this barn and had taken this long walk from Ponyville to here although she was the only one responsible for tonight’s event. Applejack didn’t know anything about organizing, so she had left all of this to Twilight. Hesitantly, Big Macintosh scanned the purple mare for injuries, unsure what to do in this situation.

“She’s ok. His attack might not even leave a bruise. Oh, I’m really glad Braeburn didn’t hit her on her nose. Any idea what we should do with her?”

Shining Armor had a hard time to believe that his sister almost had walked in on him. He owed Braeburn, didn’t he? Then again, his sister got hurt by him. Shouldn’t he hate him for that? This was quite conflicting. But what to do with Twilight now? When Shining looked around, he saw a small messy room, an exhausted pony trying to tidy it up and a “bed” made of hay, still more or less intact. He couldn’t leave with Twilight right now, yet he had a plan what to do with her while they were here.

“Do you think she’s waking up again? I mean…sure, she got knocked out, but usually Twili’s asleep at this time and she had a busy day. So if she stayed asleep, we could just put her in your bed. Is that an idea?”

Big Macintosh thought for a moment before he nodded in agreement. “But you take the risk, alright? I don’t wanna be the pony doing the explaining in the end! Might get out of your outfit too, in case she wakes up…”

Together, both stallions put Twilight into the soft hay. She was breathing regularly and showed no sign of alertness. Shining Armor checked himself; while his coat was soaked and sticky, his clothing was practically fine, just the usual stains that spoke of a rough night. Big Macintosh helped Shining Armor out of his outfit and put it next to Twilight so Shining wouldn’t forget it later. Cleaning was next; both ponies helped Lucky to clean up the mess they made. Opening a door proved to be a mistake, though the air was refreshing it was too chilly to make the three stallions feel comfortable.

“Does anypony know what time it is?” Shining Armor asked when he took a look at the night sky before closing the barn door.

“Nope, sorry. Why do you ask?” Big Macintosh apologized.

“It’s pitch-dark outside. There are stars, there’s the moon, but it seems like no light is emitted by them. And I’m a bit worried, it could be close to the break of dawn and we all haven’t slept! Plus there’s my sis right next to us…I just…don’t know what to do. This is hard to process.”

“I hear ya there. Come on, let’s sit down together. I can fix this all by myself later; you really don’t have to help. Let’s talk about tonight and our plans for tomorrow.”

Big Macintosh had already sat down before he finished talking. Lucky joined him, but still kept quiet, just like he did since he had been blackmailed by the others. Not having a better idea, Shining finally sat down too and perked up his ears – light snoring assured him that Twilight had faded from her unconscious state into a light slumber. Relived, he turned to the quiet one in the group.

“Lucky…I don’t know how you’re feeling right now, but I feel sorry for doing all this to you. I had no other choice than to push you into this; assuming you had permission from your girlfriend rather than asking you about it was foolish of me.”

“I can only second what Shining Armor said. I’m sorry that I asked you for doing me a favor. I bet you knew what you were up to when you agreed, but you were really scared tonight. I hope we can stay friends. Oh, and please say something. You didn’t say anything tonight since our little incident.”

Lucky opened his mouth, but no words came out. He coughed. Coughed again. Then he started to speak with a soft voice: “I’m thankful for your kind words, but I think I’m alright. This was sort of…interesting to do. I’m just…feeling so weird. Sore. I’m parched. I feel really dry and empty inside. This is all a bit much for me right now.”

“Do you have an idea where you are going to stay tonight?” Big Macintosh seemed worried about his friend that still looked as miserable as he did shortly before this all had ended.

“Sadly…no.” Lucky regretted not thinking this day through properly. He had expected everything to be different, now he was left unprepared.

“Gotcha’. I’ll spend the night with you then, we can share a bed. I’ll spirit you away in the morning when it’s time for you to go. You can also wash yourself at my place. Does that sound nice?”

Lucky silently nodded; talking just didn’t feel right to him tonight.

“Let’s not worry about Braeburn; he’ll do whatever he wants anyway. So, what had just been said: Lucky’s coming with me for the night. Tomorrow, I’m getting him out of the house so he can get on his train and head back home. What about you, Shining?”

Shining Armor had to stifle a yawn before he could answer. As tired as he was, he wasn’t sure if he would get sleep tonight.

“I think it’s the best if I go home and take Twilight with me. Thankfully, she fell asleep so maybe I find a way out of this tomorrow…not sure how much she is going to remember and how well I can lie to her. She shouldn’t know about this, I think you understand. She’s my sister. That’s like…Applejack walking in on us!”

Exactly like Shining had thought, Big Macintosh cringed when he heard the name of his sister. “Speaking of sisters…” thought Shining to himself and took a look at Twilight that just lay there, still breathing slowly, probably dreaming of something nice…so he hoped at least.

“Well, I better get going! I need to put my sis to bed! Thank you for this quite special night.” The three stallions exchanged hugs before Shining put his saddle back on, saddled Twilight up with the help of his two friends, grabbed the lingerie he got from Rarity and headed to the door. He stopped before he opened it and turned around one last time.

“Before I forget it, Big Mac…would you mind if I brought Lucky to the station for you? I gotta do that with Luna anyway since Twili’s gonna be still asleep by the time she leaves. That’d be nice, I guess. You do the barnwork, I sent Lucky back home. How does that sound to you?”

“Sounds just fine, Captain.” Jokingly, Big Macintosh saluted. “Here’s hoping you return next year!”

“Haha…” Shining Armor looked over his shoulder as he left the barn and winked at Big Macintosh, “…maybe!”

Cold wind was blowing over Sweet Apple Acres. It was a pitch-dark night though the stars were shining bright. A pony was trotting through the darkness, heading back to Ponyville. The sleeping mare on the back of this pony with shining, white coat snored softly – though she was given a good shaking, nothing disturbed her quiet slumber right now. Like two western heroes, both ponies descended from the last hill and reached Ponyville. As the sun rose behind them, the air started to feel fresh and moist: It was the feel of change.

The feel of new beginnings.

The feel of the end – the end of the best night ever.

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