Twilight Night (Anon-Pone x Twilight Sparkle)


                                            SET IN THE FUTURE, IN AN ALTERNATE TIMELINE, FOR FUN...


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                                            >You're currently in Golden Oaks Library in Ponyville.

                                            >Beside you is your longtime best friend and wife, Twilight Sparkle.

                                            >Both of you are standing in the front doorway and waving goodbye to your pride and joy as they head off for a sleepover at one of their friends' houses for the weekend.

                                            >The -whole- weekend.

                                            >"Bye, sweetie!" Twilight shouts with a warm smile. "Have fun at Bell's!"

                                            >"Bye, mom! Bye, dad!"

                                            "See you later, buddy!" you holler.

                                            >With a pep in his step, and a bunch of goodies stuffed in his little satchel, your son heads off for his friend Bell Packer's house, which stands all the way across Ponyville.

                                            >He's grown into such a strong young colt in recent years, that you and Twilight trusted him well enough to make it there on his own now.

                                            >And after the last two months, he's more than deserved that burst of freedom.

                                            >The front door squeaks slowly shut, and Twilight flips the sign on the front from OPEN to CLOSED.

                                            >Though the library wasn't meant to close for at least another two hours, being only 6PM, tonight was gonna be different.

                                            >"So," Twilight began, "We're -all- alone."

                                            "Yeah... we are."

                                            >The two of you stared at each other for what felt like forever, until the air itself became quiet.

                                            >A moment later, all the windows were blinded shut, most of the candles were extinguished, and the two of you were on the living room couch in an instant.

                                            >Twilight sank into the couch while you towered over her and began pressing your lips against hers.

                                            >It was unknown if you initiated it first or if she did, but to be honest neither of you cared.

                                            >Or at the very least, she cared a whole lot less given the enthusiasm she was letting off.

                                            >Your hooves drifted all over her body before your right hoof came to rest against her belly, kneading and massaging it just the way she liked it.

                                            >She didn't have another bun in the oven, but she never seemed to lose the weight she gained during her pregnancy. It was never all too important to her.

                                            >So for the last eight years, she's been your dorky, nerdy, pudgy little unicorn wife.

                                            >And by Celestia and the Gods, did you love her.

                                            >I mean, you'd still love her the same regardless. She was beautiful no matter what.

                                            >Your eyelids lit up momentarily, and you opened one eye to see Twilight light an oil lamp on one of the nearby stands (which was shatter-proof, so there was no worry of knocking it over and burning down the house).

                                            >You returned your glance down to Twilight as you pulled away from the intense makeout session.

                                            >Her face, though dimly lit in the near-darkness of the living room, was visible and looking up at you with subtle yet obvious desperation and unconstrained horniness.

                                            >It served only to turn you on more than you already were.

                                            >"Alone," Twilight repeated softly, "all alone, just you and me. Nopony else. No Rainbow, no Rarity, no Pinkie, no Copper, nopony but you and me and -you-..."


                                            >As she said that and giggled, you felt a familiar sensation growing down below, and you quickly knew Twilight was using her magic to get you hard.

                                            >"All those nights helping Copper study, all those nights testing and quizzing him time and time again, and just hoping Celestia accepted him..."

                                            >Copper Flare, if it wasn't already obvious, was your son who'd only just left no more than two minutes ago.

                                            >For some context, he'd recently been given the opportunity to become a pupil under Princess Celestia, just as Twilight used to be before you met her.

                                            >Celestia went beyond this time to make this test much more challenging than the last one, so Twilight—being the good pupil and mother she is—spent the last two months training him and quizzing him on everything that would be necessary for the final test.

                                            >That meant no sex for two straight months... which you were actually perfectly fine with.

                                            >Your son's future was far more important.

                                            >Despite most of those nights being spent alone or with a wife who passed out as soon as she hit the mattress, you still did everything you could to support both of them.

                                            >Whether that was victory breakfasts, backrubs for Twilight, maybe some belly rubs here and there, or just to be her pillow for a couple hours, it didn't matter.

                                            >Your job was to be a husband and make sure your nerd wife didn't accidentally kill herself stressing over this.

                                            >Half her words, half yours.

                                            >And luckily, it all paid off, as Copper passed the test with flying colors and was to begin his studies here in town in two weeks time.

                                            >And what better way to celebrate than with some old-fashioned husband-wife copulation?

                                            >"I'm sorry."

                                            >But first, -consolation-.

                                            "Hey," you whisper as you rest a hoof against her cheek. "Don't be sorry. I'm proud of you. Both of you."

                                            >"But... I kept neglecting -you-—"

                                            "—to make sure our son had the perfect education. That's a big fucking achievement, you know."

                                            >"I know," she agreed, only for her ears to droop, "but it still doesn't excuse me not spending at least a little more time with you."

                                            >You just sighed and gave her a kiss on the base of her horn, earning a brief pleasured whimper from her.

                                            "You're an amazing mother and an amazing wife. I don't want to -ever- hear from you saying otherwise. You got that?"

                                            >Twilight grew teary-eyed; she never wanted to admit she was as good as she was. She always felt like she could do better, even if she was doing better than anyone ever could.

                                            >But this time, she didn't protest a word of what you said. Instead, she just smiled through her tears and nodded silently.

                                            >You took your hoof and wiped away the tears that slid down her cheeks before you reached in for another kiss.

                                            >She quickly wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you in. Her tongue started to push past your lips and you let it in without much resistance.

                                            >Another sound of magic was heard and then you began hearing some... interesting music on the record player.


                                            >That was quickly followed by a deep whoosh that coursed through the living room.

                                            >You pulled away.

                                            "What was—"

                                            >"Sound-proof spell. Nopony's going to hear us."

                                            >Twilight placed a hoof behind your head and pulled it forward to press your forehead against hers, being careful with her horn.

                                            >She was shuddering and grew intensely warm already.

                                            >"Fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Please. I want to beg. I want to -scream-. ... Please, daddy."

                                            >And there it was.

                                            >Back in the very early days of your relationship, Twilight was quick to obtain a 'daddy' kink.

                                            >It was a typical slip of the tongue the first time.

                                            >Then it happened again and again and again.

                                            >And you never stopped her... because you -didn't want- to stop her.

                                            >She still gets embarrassed whenever she says it, but you're sure that only added to her arousal.

                                            >Such a sweet little mother, and yet so fucking dirty.

                                            >By now, your cock was hard and ready.

                                            >You rubbed it against her stomach in a gentle back and forth motion, one that made her shiver into the couch and goosebumps to form beneath her fur.

                                            "You want daddy to fuck you?" you asked her softly.

                                            >She bit her lip briefly and nodded, her face as red as you've seen it in years.

                                            >Twilight's left hoof pressed gently against your side, as if she was trying to guide you either in her or keep your current motion going.

                                            "Can you help daddy?"

                                            >Twilight's breathing grew shaky, saying nothing but whimpering silently and nodding her head when asked a question.

                                            >Like a good little filly.

                                            >You pulled your cock away from her belly, leaving a small drop of pre-cum, and let Twilight's hoof guide it to her entrance.

                                            >Before it even touched the folds of her pussy, you could feel the heat emanating from it.

                                            "Just like that. That's it..."

                                            >It didn't take long for Twilight to successfully line up your dick with her aching pussy.

                                            >With one hoof on her shoulder and the other hoof firmly grasping the top of the couch, you pushed yourself into Twilight without any effort.

                                            >She took it all in an instant.

                                            >Twilight's eyes shut tightly and her mouth opened in a silent scream, before her head flew back into the pillow behind her.

                                            >She cried in pleasure.

                                            "Good filly. I'm proud of you."

                                            >You started pulling out about halfway, only to push back in a moment later.

                                            >Within a few seconds, you were already thrusting into her at a steady rhythm, which was sending Twilight's brain into overdrive with the way she was panting and clenching her legs.

                                            "A good filly like you always deserves a treat. You like your treat?"

                                            >You were probably already overdoing the whole daddy-esque talk, but Twilight wasn't saying anything yet.

                                            >She was just nodding and struggling to let out a moan.

                                            >Her left hoof returned to your side, while her right stood pressed against your cheek, and her eyes stared into yours.

                                            >She was struggling to keep focus.

                                            >Still got it.


                                            >"Daddy..." she mewed weakly, drowned out by the sound of your thrusting, fur and skin slapping repeatedly, the intensifying creaking of the couch, and the pants that emitted from both of you.

                                            >You even forgot there was music playing.

                                            >The fact it sounded so depressing, while you were doing something so erotic, made it all so funny in your head.

                                            >But you didn't dare stop.

                                            >"Faster..." she moaned before burying her face against the back of the couch.

                                            >You leaned in and kissed her against the spot between her neck and cheek, then picked up your speed.

                                            >The creaking of the couch grew in volume and intensity; you started grunting with every few thrusts, while Twilight let out desperate whines as you pumped into her relentlessly.

                                            >"Mmmh! Mmmmh! D-Daddy...!" she moaned into the couch.

                                            >She eventually removed her face from the back and sunk her head back into the pillow, which moved back and forth along with her as her moans and shudders slowly turned into wails and cries of passion.

                                            >You lifted yourself up, not breaking your pace, and looked down at the blubbering mess of pleasure that was your wife.

                                            >Her legs were lifted into the air and bouncing back and forth, far more violently than the rest of her body.

                                            >But her belly took the brunt of the pounding, jiggling about even though it wasn't really all that big.

                                            >Gods, nothing would make you happier than to blow your load all over her like this, really drench her.

                                            >But you didn't dare decide that yet.

                                            >"D-Daddy... I'm gonna cum..." she whimpered and whined.

                                            >Without anything else needing to be said, you took that as your cue to finish her up nice and good.

                                            >Your thrusts barely slowed, but you almost immediately began forcing yourself into her hard.

                                            >It was never enough to hurt her; maybe make her sore, but you were -very- careful not to harm her.

                                            >Her entire body shifted up and down the couch this time. You had to hold her shoulder again firmly just to keep her in place.

                                            "Cum for me," you grunted. "Cum for daddy."

                                            >Twilight stared at you with embarrassed euphoria, before inevitably clenching her eyes shut and gritting her lips together.

                                            >"DADDY...!" her voice came out at a pitiful whine, but that's what made it hot.

                                            >Twilight forced her head against your chest—still mindful of her horn, of course—as her first orgasm in two months struck her with unrelenting force.

                                            >All the air in her lungs escaped at once into a series of sobs and sighs, while her body instinctively clenched up and tightened itself around you.

                                            >Had she not been in the position she was in, Twilight probably would've strangled you here and now.

                                            >Not that you would've minded, anyway.

                                            >Twilight's body shook against yours for several moments, but even then you didn't stop thrusting as you felt your own orgasm for the first time in two months approaching just as quick.

                                            "I'm gonna cum," you announce to her in a grunt.

                                            >Twilight just cries into your chest.

                                            >"Give me another baby...!" she sobs.


                                            >With nothing holding you back, you fuck your wife into the couch with wild abandon.

                                            >It doesn't take long for the feeling to overwhelm you.

                                            >You roughly pull Twilight's head back and bring her in for a kiss, to which she blissfully accepts, as your cock erupts inside her.

                                            >After a few thrusts, you hold yourself in place, as warm ropes of cum plaster her insides and threaten to explode onto the couch.

                                            >Eh, wouldn't be the first time.

                                            >You pull your lips away just for a moment to nibble hers.

                                            >Twilight's breath escapes her throat in continuous shudders as she feels you fill her for what felt like forever.

                                            >With one final thrust, you collapse onto Twilight and try to catch your breath, as she does the same.

                                            >You let your lips drift against her bare neck for a few seconds before you begin nibbling and kissing it at random, to which Twilight lets out a few post-orgasmic mews.

                                            >After a couple minutes, you have just enough strength to pull out of Twilight, which is followed by a small stream of cum that drips down her butt crack.

                                            >Before it manages to touch the couch, Twilight weakly levitates a nearby towel beneath her butt.

                                            >"Better safe than sorry," she says softly with a giggle.

                                            "Good filly," you say as you kiss her again.

                                            >The kiss lasts for a few extra moments, both of you seemingly unwilling to pull away from the other.

                                            >But eventually, you had to if you wanted to breathe.

                                            "I love you," you tell her softly.

                                            >"I love -you-," she emphasizes just as much.

                                            >You nuzzle your nose against hers for a moment before sighing.

                                            "I think you really needed that."

                                            >"Mmmh... so did you."

                                            "Maybe, but... not as much as you. I missed making you cum."

                                            >She was embarrassed, but still clearly flattered at your statement; she let out a small giggle a moment later, and you joined her.

                                            >"I missed making you cum too."

                                            >There were plenty of awkward times like this over the years. After two months without it, you were never going to take them for granted ever again.

                                            >You let out a quick huff and lifted yourself up slightly.

                                            "Think you can make it to the shower?"

                                            >"... Mmmmaybe...?"

                                            ...

                                            "Want me to carry you?"

                                            >"Yes, please."

                                            >With a playful roll of your eyes, you pull yourself off Twilight and lean over to stand up.

                                            >You're still severely weak and tired, but you're able to support yourself just fine.

                                            >Twilight wraps the towel around her bottom half to prevent any stains, while you lean down just enough for her to hop on top.

                                            >"To the shower, my noble steed," she says while pointing to the stairs.

                                            >You turn your head back to sneak a quick peck on her cheek, to which she giggles again.

                                            "As you wish."

                                            >With newfound strength, you begin an exciting journey to the bathroom, as your wife lets out happy wails on top of you.

                                            >"Anon, slow down!" she laughs playfully.

                                            >You missed having moments like this.

                                            >Thankfully, you have the whole weekend to catch up.


                                            END