Twilight's Return (Neglected Anon sequel)


                                            [copied from https://pastebin.com/eUXHT07S ]

                                            [original author MnMFiM ]

                                            the sequel of Neglected Anon (https://ponepaste.org/3782).

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                                            >You are Anonymous.

                                            >You are a prince in the land of Equestria, and the ex-husband of the famous Princess Twilight Sparkle.

                                            >You also on occasion go by the title ‘Destroyer of Cunts’, but that’s not important.

                                            [spoiler]>What is important is what you’re going to do.[/spoiler]

                                            >A little over a year, you left your wife, and chose to be with your best friend instead, after she neglected you for six months, and basically completely ignored you for five.

                                            >Unlike your relationship with Twilight, your relationship with Lyra was still going strong, even after the two of you got married a couple months back.

                                            >You had your doubts going into the marriage, fearing that it would be a repeat of your last one, but you were happy to report that wasn’t the case.

                                            >In fact, your relationship with Lyra was stronger than ever.

                                            >”Anonymous.”

                                            >The voice of your bro shook you from your thoughts.

                                            “That’s my name.”

                                            >You glanced up from your lunch, eyeing stallion the sat across from you with a raised brow.

                                            “What’s up?”

                                            >Blueblood took a small sip from his chardonnay, before opening his mouth to speak.

                                            >”How is Canterlot treating you?”

                                            >Oh right.

                                            >You moved to Canterlot with Lyra a couple weeks ago, since neither of you wanted to be separated from the other while your wife was in college.

                                            >You blinked, remembering the stallion who was waiting expectantly for you to answer.

                                            “It’s… uh... alright, I guess.”

                                            >Your half-hearted reply earned a snicker from your friend.

                                            >”You’re more full of it than I am, Anonymous.”

                                            >You rolled your eyes, before flashing Blueblood a warm smile.

                                            “Fine, I’ll humor you. I fucking hate Canterlot. The ponies here make me want to gouge my fucking eyes out.”

                                            >Blueblood snorted in amusement.

                                            >”How delightful!”

                                            >You found yourself relishing in the prince’s amusement.

                                            >Literally the only upside of living in Canterlot was you could spend time with Blueblood any time you wanted to.

                                            >The two of you were practically neighbors now.

                                            >”How’s it treating your wife?”

                                            >You shrugged.

                                            “She’s not the one stuck at home jacking off all day, so, I imagine she hasn’t even noticed the difference.”

                                            >The stallion cracked a smile at your comment.

                                            >”Quite.”

                                            >He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hoof as he eyed you down.

                                            >”I must say, even if you might not like it here, it is nice to have you around. My life is rather boring and uneventful whenever I’m not in your company.”

                                            >You felt a smile tug at the corners of your mouth.

                                            “Yeah, I feel the same way, bro.”

                                            >You took this moment to take a quick peek at your watch, noting that it was just a little past three.

                                            >Shit, you were gonna be late.

                                            “Hey bro, I gotta bounce. I have to go meet up with Lyra.”

                                            >Blueblood seemed disappointed by your words, but smiled and nodded regardless, rising from the table as you did so.

                                            >He quickly finished off his glass of chardonnay, before approaching you, extended a hoof to you.

                                            >”Farewell, Anonymous.”

                                            >You flashed the prince a condescending look.

                                            “Get that gay shit out of here, Blueblood.”

                                            >You grabbed the stallion’s hoof, and pulled him into a tight, brotherly embrace.

                                            >The prince seemed surprised by your actions, but was quick to reciprocate.

                                            >A few seconds later, you separated from each other.

                                            “I’ll see you around, man.”

                                            >You waved good bye, left some bits on the table to pay for your food, and made a beeline for the door.


                                            >You rushed home at speeds that would shatter the land speed record.

                                            >The last thing you wanted to be is late to meet up with Lyra.

                                            >You wouldn’t be a very good husband if you kept your wife waiting, would you?

                                            >After almost trampling half a dozen ponies in your rush to get home, you spotted the luxury apartments where you lived in the distance.

                                            >Picking up the pace, you zoomed through the building and only narrowly managed to catch the elevator.

                                            >You shot your hand out towards the floor panel, but noticed that the button for your floor had already been pressed.

                                            >...?

                                            >Upon realizing that you were not alone in this elevator, you looked over to figure out who you were sharing the elevator with.

                                            >You caught a glimpse of your wife’s pearly whites as the aquamarine unicorn approached you, nuzzling up against your side.

                                            >”Hey honey, what’s the rush~?”

                                            >You took a moment to catch your breath and regain your composure, before smiling down at the mare.

                                            “I didn’t want to be late.”

                                            >Her grin widened slightly, as she jumped up onto her hindhooves, wrapping her hooves around your neck, leaning into you to avoid falling over.

                                            >”You didn’t need to tire yourself out for me, Anon.”

                                            >She eyed you with a sultry half-lidded gaze as she leaned in, whispering softly into your ear.

                                            >”At least, not until tonight.”

                                            >You felt your cheeks flare up as she pressed her soft, moist lips against yours.

                                            >You were quick to return the favor, wrapping your arms around her back as the two of shared a soft, sensual kiss.

                                            >After a few long moments, the two of you separated, a trail of saliva still keeping the two of you connected.

                                            >That cute little smile you have grown to fall in love with crossed her muzzle as she stared you down.

                                            >”I’ve been waiting for that all day long~” she commented with a giggle.

                                            >You smiled as you felt that all too familiar warm feeling in your gullet as you went in for another quick kiss.

                                            “Kept you waiting, huh?”

                                            >”Just a bit.”

                                            >With a final kiss, the two of you separated just as the elevator came to a stop.

                                            >Your wife rushed through the sliding doors just as the opened.

                                            >”Come on, we don’t wanna be late!”

                                            >You took a moment to admire her flanks as she trotted off without you, before following after Lyra, not wanting to be left behind.


                                            >It only took you about ten minutes to get ready, managing to squeeze in a quick shower, shave, and getting dressed in a short period of time.

                                            >Of course, it hardly mattered how quickly you got ready.

                                            >Something you discovered from your first relationship with a pony was that women of all species enjoyed taking their time getting ready.

                                            >You didn’t mind, though.

                                            >You enjoyed dicking around while waiting on them.

                                            >After running to the kitchen to grab a beer, you walked back to your bedroom.

                                            >Throwing open the door, you looked about, noting that your wife was nowhere to be seen.

                                            >Must be in the bathroom.

                                            >Sneaking across the room, you made your way towards the bathroom door

                                            >Hearing movement inside, you grabbed the doorknob and twisted it, before slowly opening the door.

                                            >Your wife took notice of you as you walked inside, glancing at you over her shoulder.

                                            >”You know, it’s bad luck to walk in on mare getting dressed,” she chided you playfully.

                                            >You grinned as you closed the distance between the two of you, before kneeling down slightly and planting a soft kiss on her cheek.

                                            “Since when do I give a shit about superstition?”

                                            >You stood back up as Lyra flashed you a pleasant smile.

                                            >”Well, I mean, this is a party being thrown by my parents, so, we could do without any bad luck, superstition or not.”

                                            >You snorted with amusement.

                                            “Right.”

                                            >As your wife went back to doing her hair, you allowed your eyes to wander a bit.

                                            >You felt a small smirk cross your lips as your eyes fell upon Lyra’s luscious, exposed flanks.

                                            >Looking to keep her distracted as you inched closer to her, you continued to talk.

                                            “So, is this going to be my kind of party, or…?”

                                            >A light giggle escaped her lips.

                                            >”What do you think, Anon? It’s just going to be a get together with family and friends, celebrating us.”

                                            >You felt a smug smile spread across your cheeks.

                                            “So, what, your parents are rubbing the fact you married a prince in everybody’s face?”

                                            >She giggled softly as she responded.

                                            >”Basically.”

                                            >Glancing over her shoulder, the mare leered at you playfully as she opened her mouth to speak.

                                            >”You know, I can see what you’re doing in the mirror~” she pointed out in a teasing, sing song voice.

                                            >You blinked, and opened you mouth to speak, but quickly remembered you didn’t care if you were going to surprise your wife or not.

                                            >Before she could react, your hand shot forward at unparallelled speed, colliding with her left cheek with a loud smack.

                                            >The mare’s entire body shook and shuddered as you grabbed a handful of her glorious flanks.

                                            >She immediately turned on you, protectively pressing her flanks up against the wall, her face beet red.

                                            >”H-Hey! Down boy!”

                                            >Her face morphed into a flustered, scrunched up expression as she looked up at you.

                                            >”I can’t be getting worked up right now, Anon. We’re going to be meeting up with my parents soon.”

                                            >You were surprised by her denial, but at the same time, you kinda felt like a dick.

                                            >As much as you enjoyed teasing Lyra, you should know there’s a time and place for everything.

                                            >Especially after being married twice.

                                            >Rubbing the back of your head with embarrassment, you opened your mouth to apologize.

                                            >Only, you would have, if you weren’t suddenly yanked down to Lyra’s level by her magic.

                                            >She forced her lips against yours as she kissed you with unbridled fiery passion.

                                            >You were surprised by her actions, but you were quick to reciprocate, pressing back with an equal amount of force.

                                            >However, before you could go any further, she pushed you away, a teasing grin on her face that drove you insane.

                                            >”That enough to hold you down till after the party?”

                                            >You met her question with a cocky smirk.

                                            “Doubt it.”

                                            >She giggled, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

                                            >”The feeling’s mutual~”

                                            >She pulled away from you, giving you a pleasant smile as she continued to speak.

                                            >”Now could you let me get ready?”

                                            >You nodded in response.

                                            “Sure babe.”

                                            >No longer being held by your wife’s magic, you stood back up, and walked out the way you came in.

                                            >You paused before you closed the door behind you, looking back to the beautiful mare that you had called your wife.

                                            “Hey Lyra?”

                                            >She looked back at you over her shoulder with a curious expression on her face.

                                            >”Yeah honey?”

                                            >You shot her a smile as you spoke.

                                            “I love you.”

                                            >She returned your grin, as she responded with a cheerful, sing-song voice that melted your heart.

                                            >”I love you too, Anon~”

                                            >Satisfied, you closed the door behind you and walked out of the bedroom, an all too familiar stupid smile spreading across your cheeks as you heart fluttered in response to her words.

                                            >You loved that mare.