Liquid Pride

Princess Celestia looked out into the darkness of the early morning from the raised steppe of her terraced gardens. The ancient stone patio, along with the very foundations of the palace itself, was the very first structures of the city that would one day become Canterlot. Though many hundreds of years ago, Celestia remembered the day clearly. It was shortly after the fall of the Castle of the Royal Pony Sisters, which had been destroyed in the battle with Nightmare Moon. After the banishment of her sister, Celestia hid the Elements of Harmony there and enchanted the Everfree Forest to reclaim the ruins in dense foliage, to be lost forever to the grasp of time.

Or so she thought.

Celestia placed her golden-clad hooves on the compass rose keystone at the center of the patio, its edges perfectly aligned with the geographic cardinals. She should know. She was there, levitating a shovel and an iron pick, the day of the ground breaking, at the founding of Canterlot. She placed this first, perfectly etched, stone slab. It also marked the intersection of two major Ley Lines: powerful channels of naturally occurring magic, crisscrossing the landscape. They provided a powerful boost of energy to those properly attuned to, and able to tap into, them.

Ponies encountered these lines all the time, yet seldom understood their experience. Pegasi or Earth ponies crossed a line and felt a slight tingle. Their fur would stand on end for a moment, as though a chill had run up their spine. At places where lines intersected, the feeling was more pronounced. It made a pony feel nauseated, or just a general sense of unease. The place may have just felt creepy but ponies could never articulate as to why.

Throughout Equestrian history, these Places of Power had been discovered and marked across the land. Avoided by most and worshiped by a select few Unicorns. Sometimes, great monuments would be erected at these sites. Their purpose lost, long ago, to the indecipherable symbols etched into the ancient stone. Celestia marked her claim with her city.

Canterlot: the city of magic.

In these 'modern' times, ponies crossed the lines in droves, too busy with their daily lives to give nary a second glance to a place that gave them a chill. Canterlot became a focal point for the magically gifted to come from all across the land and hone their craft. Few would ever come to understand why it was so much easier here, in the city of magic.

But Celestia never forgot.

She straddled the intersection of the two largest Ley Lines in her world. The energy ran up her hooves in electric waves, like a warm flow of air from a floor vent. She reveled in it, feeling it run along her extremities, to the long flowing hair of her tail, the light, feathery tips of her wings, and the alabaster tip of her horn. She watched as Luna's moon obediently slipped beneath the horizon. The Great Canterlot Clock Tower chimed the hour.

She was ready.

Her every fiber charged with power, she ascended into the dark sky, bringing forth the dawn with her, bathing the land in its warm glow. Cresting the horizon was always the hard part. Once the brilliant orb cleared the ground, she set it on its path. She landed gently back on her hooves, watching with the sun rolling high in the sapphire sky on its great and endless round.

Celestia walked down from the steppe, letting the excess energy seep from her hooves back into the ground as she crossed the small stream of water running through the garden. Running water was a natural ground for magical energy. One of the first lessons taught at her School for Gifted Unicorns. All around her, the air filled with the sounds of the birds waking, chirping to greet the new dawn.

"Happy Tuesday." She whispered, as she made her way across the Palace grounds, cutting a shortcut through the Canterlot Archives to her Day Court duties. In the hallway, Celestia caught a familiar scent on the air.

Sniff sniff

"I smell a Twilight."
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Spike ran to the library window. "Twilight! It's over! It's officially Tuesday morning." Twilight scrambled through the aisle of books to the window.

"No! Tuesday morning? The disaster! Incoming!" She screamed, pushing Spike aside and ducking for cover from whatever catastrophe would befall them. But none came. Spike poked Twilight with his finger.

"I dunno Twilight. I don't see any disasters. It looks like a pretty nice day." He said.
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At the sound of Twilight's scream, Celestia poked her head into the doorway of the Starswirl the Bearded Wing. She was struck with two emotions simultaniously. One, Twilight was okay, and two...

"Princess?" Twilight exclaimed, noticing her imposing presence.

"DAAYNUM GIRL!" Celestia thought to herself very loudly seeing Twilight in a tight, black, latex catsuit. She prayed that she did not, indeed vocalize the lascivious thought. Celestia quickly recovered her composure, a skill she was quite adept at.

"Good morning, Twilight! Love the new hair style! Well, happy Tuesday!" Celestia rattled off quickly before excusing herself from the room in a hurry. She made her way back out into the hallway away from the sight of anypony as her strained wings sprung open at last. It had taken all of her willpower to restrain her wing boner at the sight of her faithful student clad in such a provocative outfit. The regal Princess scurried through the halls like some depraved deviant, willing her wings to relax. She mentally scolded herself as she made her way outside. She was always so good about this sort of thing. She would have to do better in the future.
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Twilight was suprised herself. "Why isn't anypony surprised to see me sneaking around in here? Is it possible there never was a disaster? That I've just been making myself frantic over nothing?"

"I don't get it." Spike groaned. "If Future Twilight wasn't warning you about a disaster, then what was she trying to tell you?" Twilight looked at her disheveled self and giggled.

"I don't know. But I do know one thing. I look ridiculous!" She laughed. Spike joined her laughter.

"Yeah, you do." He added.

"And it's all because I couldn't stop worrying and let the future handle itself." She said. "Well not anymore. From now on I'm going to solve problems as they come, and stop worrying about every little thing."

"That's great! Does that mean there won't be anymore late night pacing?" He asked

"No more late night pacing." She answered. "If only I'd learned this lesson a week ago, we wouldn't have had to go through all this."

"Twilight! Twilight!" Pinkie Pie called out from another book aisle. "I found something!" She said as she held up an ancient spell scroll. Twilight took it in her magical grasp, levitating it over to her. "It doesn't stop time, but it lets you go back in time. It says you can go back once and it only lasts for a few moments. Does that help?"

"Pinkie! You're a genius!" Twilight adulated.

"Woohoo!" Pinkie celebrated.

"Now I can go back and tell Past Twilight that she doesn't need to go berserk with worry about a disaster that's never going to come!" Twilight said, as she focused on the spell. The loose papers in the library began to swirl around her in the magical wind as the room became awash in brilliant white light, culminating in Twilight vanishing in a flash!

Only to reappear a moment later.

"... waste your time worrying about..." Twilight trailed off as she reappeared. She face-hoofed, groaning. "I can't believe I just did that!" She huffed, as Pinkie Pie moved to her side to greet her back.

"Did you tell her about the cool birthday present?" Pinkie asked, minding her priorities.

"Remember last week when future Twilight came to warn me about something? That was me trying to warn myself not to worry so much! Now I'm going to spend the next week freaking out about a disaster that doesn't even exist! Ugh!" Twilight groaned.

"Aw, don't worry about it. It's Past Twilight's problem now." Pinkie comforted.

"He he, I guess you're right Pinkie." Twilight said.

gurgle

"Oh, my stomach!" Spike groaned. "I- I think it's all that ice cream. I thought the stomach ache would be future Spike's problem. But now I am future Spike. Oh." Twilight and Pinkie shared a cheap laugh at the small dragon's misfortune.

"Come on future Spike." Twilight said, levitating him onto her back. "Let's get you home." As they were about to leave the room, Twilight looked back at the shelves of books and scrolls. She'd never turned down an opportunity to check out a new library before. Well, certainly not new, but at least one that she hadn't been in before. "Pinkie, do you think you could take Spike home? I kinda want to look around a bit."

"Sure thing Twilight!" Pinkie said as Twilight levitated Spike onto the party pony's back. She knew better than to come between Twilight and a library odyssey, so she made her way back to the Canterlot train station.
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It was Shining Armor's second day back on day shift. He'd just finished morning role call. His best chance to talk to her would be just after sunrise. He sped up his pace to make up for lost time. The Great Canterlot Clock Tower had already beckoned the dawn. The Sun was already in the sky. He was too late to see her at the garden patio. He could still try to intercept her at the archives. As he ran through the hall, he noticed the door to the Starswirl Wing was ajar, and any guard ponies absent.

"What the hay?" He wondered as he looked inside the room. Papers and scrolls had been scattered all over the room. It was an even bigger mess than usual. "Who was responsible for this?" He thought, scanning the aisles, his magic at the ready for any intruders. He rounded the corner of the last aisle. There, at the far end, Twilight was rummaging through the bottom shelf searching for something, her flank high in the air. The black latex of her suit was stretched taught across her behind, leaving nothing to the imagination.

"DAAYNUM GIRL!" Shining felt his heart jump and the air leave his lungs. Thankfully it prevented him from making his surprise audible. His mission to track down Princess Celestia that morning vanished from his mind. His every thought was consumed by the feeling of his rapidly growing erection trying to break free from the confines of his guard armor plating, leaving him somewhat hindered in his movement with the suddenly-tight fit.

"Shiny!" Twilight called out, looking up from her search. She rushed over to embrace him. She caught him off guard, knocking him back a step. He reared up to regain his balance and hug her back. His armor shifted, causing Little Shiny to rub against the fine wool lining of the plating. It was never meant to feel sensual for the wearer, but now...

"H- Hey kiddo. What are you doing in Canterlot? I thought you were going to be in Ponyville for a couple months." He asked, as she released him and he dropped back down to all fours, causing his member to shift again.

"Hmm? Oh, I came up here to find a spell to stop time to prevent a disaster, but it turned out there wasn't one, so I'm just browsing around before I head back to Ponyville. What about you?" She asked. He motioned to his uniform. "Oh, right. You're working." She answered her own question. "Well, I'm glad the guards and the Princess don't mind me being in here." She continued. "There's so much literature in here about Equestrian history and magical spells. I could stay here all day!"

"Wait, the Princess? Did she come though here?" Shining asked, suddenly remembering his purpose that morning.

"Yeah, she was just here a couple minutes ago." She answered. "She headed that way." She motioned toward the Palace's inner entrance. He turned to take off. Twilight teleported beside him, halting his hasty exit. "Hey!" She closed her eyes and leaned in to give him a quick peck on the cheek goodbye.

He turned to her at the last moment, accidentally meeting her lips with his. She recoiled at the unexpected contact, if only briefly. After only a split moment of hesitation, she leaned in again, kissing him on the lips again. Though, perhaps slightly longer than was proper for a sibling. It felt like it lasted forever. Each waited for the other to pull away first, in a sort of twisted version of chicken. But after a short moment, Twilight breathed, "Go on. You don't want to be tardy now do you?" She bopped him on his helmet, waking him from his sudden stupor. The obedient solider did as he was ordered and took off, running on military autopilot, trying to track down Princess Celestia.

It wasn't until his hooves hit the grass outside that the reality of the moment hit him like a truck. Half of his legs wanted to stop in his tracks at the realization, the other half wanted to run faster from it. The result was a sort of controlled tumble that he quickly recovered from, thankful that nopony saw him. His 'excitement' had thankfully retreated as well, giving him some much need mobility.

Dammit, I forgot to tell Twilie!

There was no time now. He had to find the Princess. He could come back later and tell her afterwards. No doubt she would still be there for hours. It was urgent that he bring Celestia this information as soon as possible. He arrived at the royal throne room. It was still another half an hour before her day court started. The door guards nodded to the Captain as he passed by. Inside, the regent throne was vacant. 'Where is she?' He ran to the back of the room to the door of the Princess's antechamber. He was about to knock when he heard the faintest noise from within. He froze, straining his ears. Was it a starting-the-workday groan? A grunt of physical exertion? He put his ear to the door.

"Oohh..."

A moan of pleasure? Was Princess Celestia clopping right before day court?

Captain Armor quickly retreated. It would be his ass on the moon if he disturbed her now! He went back out into the main hall, ignoring both of the pegasi guards and just staring at the wall for a minute. The sun was still only just barely above the horizon. This was already too much for his Tuesday. He paced the hall for a few minutes, giving the Princess ample time to 'take care' of herself.

After all, she's a mare with needs too. Right?

He walked back into the throne room, closing the large doors loudly. "Princess Celestia!" He called out. She emerged from her antechamber less than a moment later, discarding a small handkerchief and donning her golden horse shoes once more. She took her place on her throne. Shining bowed before her hooves.

"Your Majesty, if I might have a brief audience with you before you start your day?" He asked.

"You may." She answered with a soft smile. Shining detected a subtle afterglow in her expression from her earlier activities. And perhaps the faintest remnants of her musk on her hooves, barely detectable if his nose was not seeking it. Clearly, efforts were made to mask it.

"Your Highness, I come before you to make a most humble request..." He began. Her eyebrow raised slightly. Just tell her. Just tell her. His mouth went dry. His mind went blank. He had rehearsed this speech a hundred times and now he was lost. Every beat of his pounding heart in his ear was a doomsday clock counting down.

"Yes Captain?" Celestia asked, urging the words from him.

"I- I uh," Shining felt his hooves breaking out in a cold, clammy sweat. The room was closing in around him. He had faced down certain doom against dragons and other deadly foes of the crown in the past. The fact that he was still breathing today was a testament to his bravery. After fighting for his very survival, the other things in his life tended to get the volume turned down.

"Captain?"

"I uh, I came to ask for your blessing..." He took a nervous knee. "That I might take your niece's hoof in marriage."

"Princess Cadenza?" Celestia asked in surprise.

"Y- Yes ma'am." He nodded.

"Marriage?" She asked, putting a hoof to her chin. "Seems a bit... sudden, don't you think? I would have started with asking for my blessing to at least court her first."

"She uh, Princess Cadence- er Cadenza did not want it to be public knowledge that..."

"That what?"

"That we've been courting now for some time." He said, wincing, prepared for those to be his last words in this world. He prepared for his banishment. None came. He opened an eye cautiously. She was waiting patiently for him to recover himself. She looked at him. Speaking at last.

"Well then, she is a grown mare after all. She ought to be free to court whomever she chooses. She needn't seek my permission. These are modern times after all. I suppose you needn't either." She relaxed, sitting back into her throne. "Smile Captain! This is a happy occasion. And there is much to be done. Now go on and get started!" She said dismissively.

"Wait, so does that mean...?"

"Yes. You have my blessing. I was just surprised. I just always thought that you only had eyes for..." She trailed off. "No matter. We have a wedding to plan!"
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Twilight gathered up the books and scrolls that she wanted to study, placing them in her bag. In a flash, she teleported away to the train station for the next trip to Ponyville.

"Twilie! I have great news sis! I... Twilie?" Shining called out as he ran back into the Starswirl wing. But she was already gone. He needed to get back to Cadence and give her the good news. Twilight would just have to find out with everypony else when she got the wedding invitation. He wanted to tell her in person but... oh well.
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In the month leading up to the wedding date, Shining tried time and again to get the news to his sister in Ponyville. He'd gone into town several weeks ago. But she, and a couple of her friends, had gone off to secretly follow her dragon on some kind of personal journey of self discovery or some such nonsense.

The week after that was a wash too. The entire town of Ponyville was swept up in the annual Cloudsdale water replenishment at the Highland Reservoir. It was a mandatory assignment for pegasi, but Twilight had gotten herself involved with her annie- anna, a mom meter, or whatever the hay it was called. Her wind meter. But he had no idea where she was at the time he was in town, and no unauthorized ponies were allowed near the reservoir during the tornado.

His weekend off after that was a waste too. Her entire tree home was surrounded in a giant magic force field and she had sequestered herself inside all on account of some libelous fillies. He didn't have time to wait around for her to emerge. He still had a wedding to plan after all.

In a last ditch effort, the week before the big event, he took another train ride back to Ponyville. He was determined to bring her the news in person. There was a commotion at the Ponyville station regarding an over sized pastry being loaded onto the train. Upon arriving at Twilight's library abode, her dragon informed him that she and friends were accompanying said pastry on that train back to Canterlot.

He caught the next line back to Canterlot some time later. He visited his parents home to see if she had stopped in there. She hadn't. Apparently she'd escorted her friend to the Canterlot Pastry Competition, hosted by none other than Princess Celestia herself. By the time he managed to catch up to her trail, the event was already being shut down, the palace janitors clearing the area.

"But I thought the event went until five!?" He pleaded to the older pony he recognized as Sweeps McBroom.

"Sorry sir, apparently the pink one ate the bulk of the pastries, so they had to cut the event short. She and her friends all left to go back to the train station shortly after." Shining didn't stay long enough to catch the end of the sentence. He went into a dead sprint across the city. He'd found himself doing so with alarming regularity these days. He'd memorized all the best shortcuts and alleys. He broke his old speed record and got to the train station just in time.

... to watch it pull away from the station.
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He'd used up the last of his personal days for the fiscal quarter. It would be another two months before he could take any more time off. He sulked at his desk. The past few weeks had been among the most stressful of his life with the disappointment in Ponyville, coupled with the tasks of booking reservations, getting invitations out, getting his uncle's uniform tailored to fit him, and about a thousand other things.

"Hey Glummy McGlummerson." Shining looked up to see Lieutenant Sea Cay in his office doorway, flanked on either side with a couple of the guys from the squad. "Why you look so glum? You glum or something?" He continued. Shining stared at him with tired eyes.

"Wow. You must be like, a detective or something." Shining grumbled. His irritable mood was out on his sleeves.

"Aww I think he just realizes that he's getting married next week and his life will be pretty much over." Camisa Roja piped up from the back of the growing group of guard ponies at his door. The others joined in with uproarious laughter.

"Come on Cap! It's Friday! And me and the guys are treating you to a night out!" Sea Cay said, stepping in to drag Shining away from his desk. He pulled on Shining's hoof, rolling him and his chair across the office to the door. Shining yanked his arm away.

"No! I don't want to go out. I don't want to do anything. I just want to go home and go to sleep!" He snapped, scooting himself back behind his desk and crossing his hooves defiantly. The group just stared at him. Smiles slowly crept across their faces. "What?!" He asked angrily.

"We were hoping you'd say that." Sea Cay said in an eerie tone. "It'll be more fun this way..."

"GET 'EM BOYS!"

Before Shining could even react, his office was flooded with guard ponies, each one grabbing at his hooves and legs and carrying him out the room.

"AHH! Get off me!" Shining screamed. "This is assaulting a Commissioned Equestrian Officer! It's punishable under article-"

"Stow it, Cap! We're doing this on higher orders." Sea Cay shouted at him. "We're calling you out on your Stallion Card! Which you're gonna lose if you don't go to your own BACHELOR PARTY! WOOO!" They carried him out through the barracks past the commanders office.

"Colonel! Colonel you've gotta help me! Stop them!" Shining cried out. The commander watched the mob pass by with their prisoner.

"Stop them from doing what Captain Armor? I don't see anything." He mocked, winking before covering his eyes with his hooves. They dragged him out to the waiting chariot. "Hey, make sure you bring him back in one piece, okay guys?" He shouted at the mob.

"YES SIR!" They answered collectively as they headed off toward the Canterlot Red Light district.
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PSST

Sea Cay held the can of hard cider in front on Shining's face. "Drink up bud! Tonight's on us!"

"I think I'll pass, thanks." Shining argued in vain.

Sea Cay chugged the can of cider himself, crushing the can against his own skull. "YEAH!"

PSST

A private passed the Lieutenant another can of cider. "Drink up Cap. Don't make us get the funnel." Shining looked behind him at one of the other privates holding a funnel and tube menacingly.

"Fine! Gimmie the damn thing." Shining said, taking the can and chugging it aggressively. He was not about to be called out on his stallionhood. Especially in front of the troops like this. He finished the can in moments and crushed it against his skull.

"WHOOO!"

There are five stages of drinking.

1. Social Drinking: The sip of wine at mass. The glass of champagne for a toast. The single drink with dinner.

2. Happy Drinking: Celebrating with a couple drinks with friends because of a promotion or equally good news.

3. Sad Drinking: A significant other has left you and you are trying to drown your sorrows. (see also: Irish Funeral)

4. Angry Drinking: Everything sucks and you hate everyone! Trying to put out your burning rage with gasoline!

5: Competitive Drinking: In the Game of the Drink, you either win, or you die. (Or alternatively, you pass out and have dicks drawn all over your face in permanent marker.)

That night, Shining Armor skipped straight to stage 5.

One could follow the trail of alternating Cider and Crimson Cow cans going from the Palace barracks to the Red Light district. With two designated driver pegasi pulling the chariot, moderation was left far behind. By the time they arrived at Canterlot's most infamous strip club, The Plot Line, Shining was already bucked-in-half drunk.

Slung over his friends' shoulders, they helped him stumble inside the club. The greeter eyed the hapless unicorn who could barely keep his balance.

"Reservation for Shining Armor." Sea Cay said, trying his best not to slur, himself.

"I think he's had enough already." He said, motioning to the Captain, who, at the moment was mesmerized by his own hooves. Camisa Roja leaned in close, whispering to the greeter, as he passed him a sizable bag of bits.

"Come on, give the guy a break. He's a damn war hero for pony's sake! It's his bachelor party. We'll take care of him."

The greeter cleared his throat. "Very well. Your table is this way." He led the group inside. Once seated and served drinks, the group enjoyed the club's atmosphere. That is, the atmosphere of hot mares shaking their flanks on stage for droves of horny stallion on-lookers.

Backstage, the club owner shouted. "Thirty Four, your reservation's at table three!"

"Excuse me! THIS dancer has a name and she will be refered to as such!"

"I swear to Celestia, Thirty Four, if you don't get your flank out there right-the-buck now I'm gonna kick it right back to the curb! Now MOVE IT!" He shouted.

It had already been a long night. It was about to get a whole lot longer. She threw back another shot of Applejack Daniels. The dancers weren't supposed to drink on the job, but they were seldom sober. Those ponies giving it away up on the stage were always in some kind of an altered state. The shot of liquor didn't burn her throat anymore. It was already numb, like the rest of her. She staggered off to another bachelor party with a bunch of drunk, horny retards.

But this time it was different. She recognized the stallion from her wall at home of ponies with links to her archenemy. Shining Armor, Captain of the Royal Guard, and brother to Twilight Sparkle. Twilight. She spat at the thought of the name. She would have her revenge, starting now.

His drunk friends cheered him on as she danced in his lap. Shining, no longer in control of his senses, could only barely register what was going on around him. The dancer in front of him was shaking her flank right in his face. He could smell her strong musk. His involuntary reaction was immediate. She had no shame, grinding on his lap, rubbing herself against him, teasing to no end. Shining lapsed in and out of consciousness, his eyes doing their impression of a chameleon.

"Hey, why don't you show him a good time in the champagne room?" One of the privates whispered to her. The smell of hard cider on his breath turned her stomach. However, the large quantity of bits he put in her hooves made up her mind quickly.

His 'friends' cheered him on as she levitated him to the Champagne Room, flopping his limp form on the stained couch inside. She, along with the other dancers at the club, were prohibited from coming in to work while they were in heat. But there were bills that needed to be paid, and The Great and Sultry Trixie would not be denied good pay over a trivial little matter like biological imperative. She had planned on relieving her itch after her shift. But taking Twilight's brother right here, right now, would be a suitable alternative. Getting paid to do it was just the cherry on top.

She climbed onto his lap. His erection was impressive despite his haggard state. One of his eyes drifted to a light on the wall, utterly entranced. His other eye was interested in seeing what his brain looked like. Trixie closed his eyelids. "Shhh, just relax. Let the Great and Sultry Trixie take care of you." She reached behind him, taking a swig from the complementary bottle of champagne for which the room was named. And not for any other nefarious activities. She took his mottled member in her hoof, stroking it gently with a practiced motion. In her other hoof, the bottle of booze. She began to make short work of both.

Before long, the bottle was empty and her head was swimming. It was unspoken standard practice to give a hoof job to the champagne room 'V.I.P.' and then leave. Some poor schmuck janitor would have to come through and clean the mess later. But Trixie just starred at the cock in front of her. She put her hooves on his shoulders and lifted herself up onto him. Her evident wetness from being in heat made it easy for him to penetrate her warm folds as she lowered herself onto him. She would have her satisfaction. And she got it as she felt his girth filling her hollow void.

She started to slowly hump herself up and down on his shaft. "I know a little secret." She whispered into his ear as she rode him. "I know who you are, Shining Armor." She said, as a wicked grin spread across her face. "You're the brother of..."

"Twilight Sparkle!"

Shining Armor groaned under her, unconsciously grabbing her hips. She felt him grow harder, longer and thicker inside her, as though all of the ill effects of the alcohol in his system had magically vanished.

"I know your secret." She repeated, trying to test her theory. He remained steady, humping almost pathetically at her in tiny jerky movements.

"Twilight." She spat.

"NNghh, Twilight!" He moaned, practically talking in his sleep at this point. His grip tightened as he started to thrust hard into her. She finally understood. He thought that she was her! The sicko was attracted to Twilight, his own sister! She would have that mare's life, piece by piece. Starting with her brother, tonight! Trixie rode him harder, matching his rhythm. She felt him begin to flare inside her. She knew he was about to finish and she should dismount immediately. But damn if it didn't just feel sooo good!

"I'm Twilight! I'm your sister!" Trixie said to him.

"Ngh- NGH- UHHH Twilie!" Shining gave a final thrust as Trixie felt him exploding inside of her. He gushed pints of semen into her. Her womb was a burning wildfire of heat that she needed him to douse with his stallion seed. The instant she felt him painting her insides white with his cum, her own orgasm wracked her body as she shuddered on top of him, nearly collapsing, herself.

She laid on top of him for a few moments, regaining her composure. She felt him begin to shrink, retreating, satisfied, from her moist tunnel. She climbed off of him, a substantial volume of his cum dripping from her nethers. "Come on." She said to his unconscious form. She lifted him into the air with her magic, carrying him back out to his 'friends'.

"Your friend was magnificent." She said nonchalantly as she passed him to Sea Cay. He finished his drink and checked the body. He was still alive, having not succumbed to alcohol poisoning.

"Well, that's a plus." He mumbled. He enlisted the help of the others to carry him back out to the waiting ride.
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Shining Armor's 'friends' dumped him on the front lawn. They then proceeded to spray him down with the cold garden hose, washing away the spilled alcohol, stripper glitter, and dried shame/vomit from his once-white coat. He thrashed around in the muddy grass, the cold water shocking his system. As soon as he was awake, they rang the doorbell and ran, jumping into the chariot.

Cadance answered the door. Shining Armor was a mess in her front yard. A shout came from the chariot.

"He's all yours now! WHOOO!"

The chariot pulled away. She looked down at the wrecked form of Shining, writhing around in the mud. She didn't even have to get close to smell the bachelor party on him. A fragrant confluence of cheap perfume, booze and barf. The sure sign of a good time had by morons.

"You idiot." She moaned, picking him up out of the mud. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up. Then you can give me your love properly." She carried him inside, closing the door with her magic. The lock on the door clicked shut. The green aura of magic on it faded.