Dinner finished without too many incidents, which—for these ponies—was saying something. That being said, Blaze was still told he had to take a bath before bed, and Vela got yet another reminder not to hit ponies during dinner.

Although the look of embarrassment on Aurora’s face when she realized that it had been Starlight that hit Blaze with the sandwich and not Vela was all too funny for everypony involved.

Throughout dinner, Taz found his lap was rather… occupied by another hoof that wasn’t his own. Three times he had to force Nighttide’s hoof from his lap. Each time the mare would just grin at him and wink seductively at what was to come after dinner. After the third, he started to scarf down as much as he could and drank four glasses of water in a row. The stallion had a feeling he’d need his energy and liquids for what was to come that night.

And he was right.

Radiant was the first to retire, followed closely by Aurora. The mare stretched her beautiful blue wings and yawned. “Big day tomorrow, I think we could all use our rest.”

“You’re not going,” Vela said. “How do you have a big day?”

“I get to watch over all seven of you. I’d say I have the biggest day possible.” She chuckled at her daughter. “Son, you ready for bed?”

“But...“ Little Dayspring looked longingly over to his sister.

“She’s sleeping in her own bed this week, aren't you, Vela?”

“Yes, Mom…” Vela said, downcast.

Her brother looked back longingly at his sister as he walked up the stairs behind his mom. It was an action that just made Vela feel worse about the whole thing. The three of them had shared their mom’s bed ever since the passing of their father. In a way, it had bonded them closer as a family, as such; this was just as much her brother’s punishment as it was hers.

“Are you going to be okay?” Flash asked.

“Shut up.” Vela scowled at him, causing the pegasus to almost jump back.

“Damn, sorry for caring.”

“Yeah, well, no one told you to care now, now did they?”

“Vela,” Twilight said, causing the hippogriff to flinch.

Vela shut up, but still glared at the princess.

“We should get to bed too,” Rainbow replied as she nudged Twilight’s side.

As Twilight got up, she saw the obvious look of hurt on Flash’s face, which sparked another memory. “Oh, before I forget, Starlight, would you mind going to the bat-pony barracks and requesting some armor and weapons for everyone?”

“Umm… sure,” Starlight said as she pushed her chair back and jumped down.

“Thanks,” Twilight replied as Rainbow and she started up the stairs. The twitch on the pegasus’s flank as she tried to wrap a wing that wasn’t there around her wife went all but unnoticed.

“I think we should go to bed too, don’t you agree, Taz?” Nighttide asked with a grin.

“Yeah, like you two are going to get any sleep,” Flash replied with a roll of his eyes.

“Who said anything about sleep?” Nighttide stated, flashing the pegasus a wicked smile.

As the two lovers made their way out of the room, Blaze noticed the look of envy on his brother’s face. “Jealous?”

“No.”

“Methinks thou doth protest too much,” Ataxia said with a wicked grin.

“Shouldn’t you be getting back to Night?” Flash blew her a raspberry.

Ataxia gave him a look before glancing up at the clock. She sighed, knowing that he was right. “Yeah, you’re right about that,” Ataxia replied, getting up to leave.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?” Blaze asked as he got up as well. The colt had an appointment with the shower.

“Maybe,” Flash replied sheepishly as he got up as well.

Dayspring Gleam watched them go. The light-purple unicorn looked around the table as his eyes came to rest upon the one remaining occupant in the room: Ana. “Tell me, did you at leas have a little fun today?”

Ana looked up at him. “Maybe,” she said with a blush.

He got up and walked around to her. “I’m proud of you. I just want you to know that. I know how rough it can be to see somepony you love end up with someone else.”

“Wait… who did you—”

“Goodnight, Ana. Don’t stay up too late, okay?” Dayspring said as he nuzzled her once and started to walk up the stairs.

Ana was frozen in her place. She had no idea how to react to that revelation.

Starlight quickly made her way to the Night Guard’s barracks. She may have never walked this way before, but she found her way pretty well, as all the towers and barracks were designed with the same layout.

As the barracks were a bit away from the main rooms of the castle, Starlight had time to reflect on some of the stories she had heard about bat-ponies. Luna always told stories about how bat-ponies and normal ponies simply didn’t get along on the best of days. Rainbow’s stories were more about endless nights and wild parties.

As soon as Starlight opened the door to the hallway that led inside, she feared that Rainbow was right. Everything was alight with loud music booming through the hallway. With steady hoof-steps, she closed the gap to the door at the end, which seemed to vibrate with the music.

Tensions had been high and discipline a little lax after what happened with Princess Luna. The Night Guard commander had told the princesses in no uncertain terms that they were not happy about being left out of the Tartarus raid.

Even though they wouldn’t have been able to help, every one of them had sworn a duty to defend the Princess of the Night with their lives; a duty that had been stolen from them with Twilight's brash raid into Tartarus, at least in their book anyway.

Starlight reflected upon that now as she made her way to where the armory should’ve been. She knew the layout and had studied the palace’s designs more times than she cared to count.

I suppose we should be lucky they stayed around at all.

The bat-ponies were never the most welcome of species, even taking into account Equestria’s nature. When Luna returned, one of her first acts was to reestablish real relations with them and start rebuilding that trust.

Relations that are now in danger of being completely destroyed, Starlight thought as she rounded the bend.

There was one bat-pony still on duty, “on duty” being a relative term here. The bat-pony was leaning on a stand behind her, whipping her head to loud music as she held a glass of apple cider that was filled to the brim. It smelt more than familiar to Starlight.[1] Starlight was sure that the mug was filled with cider that was a bit more than regulations would allow her to drink on duty. The-bat pony didn't seem to notice Starlight, her black and purple, unkempt mane was still flowing to all sides with the music. Her grey coat seemed to gulp down all light, making it shimmer slightly. Her black armor cutie mark seemed fitting, since she was in the armory.

“Umm, excuse me,” Starlight said, clearing her throat.

She wasn’t anywhere near loud enough to get this mare’s attention. The mare just kept lightly head-banging, enjoying the music.

“Excuse me,” Starlight said more forcefully.

Again, the mare flat-out ignored her.

“EXCUSE ME!” Starlight yelled.

“It’s not a volume issue,” the mare replied, still refusing to stop what she was doing. “I’m purposely ignoring you.”

Starlight was flabbergasted at that. “W-what?”

“I heard you coming in; smelled you too. Luna you stink, when was the last time you bathed?”

“Umm, excuse you‽”

“No, I’m good. I think you mean excuse you.”

Starlight’s jaw hit the floor. “Do you know who I am?”

Finally the bat-pony stopped rocking her head back and forth. She opened her eyes and stared at the blue unicorn mare in front of her; taking in her green eyes and constellation tree cutie mark. “Hmm, based on the ‘how dare anypony not kiss my flank’ look you have on your muzzle, and your rainbow mane and tail, you’re—Princess Something or Another.”

Starlight wanted to yell, to berate her for daring to talk to her like that. She had several, good retorts to counter the bat-pony’s impertinent attitude, but she found herself tongue-tied by the mare’s piercing lavender, cat-like eyes.

“Equestria to Princess Stick-In-Her-Ass, you there?”

Starlight blinked. She forced herself to look down at the desk as she said the next part, “Who do you think you are?”

“Me? Private First-Class Echoside, ma’am!” Echoside gave a very sarcastic salute.

Starlight glared. “I do hope that you know the consequences of talking to a princess like this.”

“Consequences? No, thank you. I only take commands from Luna or her children, just following our law,” Echoside said snarkily.

“You’re under the command of every princess!”

Echoside laughed. “Nuh-uh, Princess Stick-In-The-Flank. We only take commands from Luna, her family, or her children. And you’re not related to her.”

“Then at least take this order from Princess Twilight!” Starlight yelled, seemly furious now.

Echoside glared at her, unimpressed. In the end, she simply shrugged. “Well, if it gets you out of my mane that much quicker, what does she want?” Echoside murmured before reaching for a note.

“We need armor for three colts and two mares,” Starlight told her as Echoside haphazardly acted like she was scribbling it down.

“Alright, I'll get to it when I get to it, but I wouldn’t hold your breath.” The mare chuckled before going back to her former position, continuing to enjoy the music.

Starlight wanted to scream at Echoside, to ask what the hey her problem was, but she forced herself to calm down. It seemed Rainbow and Luna were both right after all.

“Stupid bat-pony,” Starlight muttered as she practically stomped out of the barracks and made for her room.

Taz considered himself lucky, Nighttide actually waited until they got to their room before throwing him down upon the floor. He had seen the mare horny before; hell, he had seen himself just as horny, but this was taking it to a new level even for her.

Not that he’d complain about it, of course.

It came as no surprise when she pulled herself off him and glared lovingly into his eyes with an ‘I’m about to fuck you’ look.

“Damn, what’s gotten into you?” he asked.

“You, soon enough,” she replied, still smiling.

“No. I mean: I had to fight you off three times before you gave me a hoof-job under the table.”

“Yeah, what’s up with that anyway, you’re not going soft on me, are you?” Nighttide asked with a raised eyebrow.

“What? No…”

“You’ve never complained before.”

“Nighttide, last time I had to sneak back down and clean cum off the underside of the table.”

“You should've just asked me, I’d have licked it clean,” NIghttide said as she sat down upon his stomach.

“Not to mention that walking upstairs with a black coat and a huge white stain on your groan is not exactly a pleasant experience.”

“So what? Let them look and know that your mare takes good care of you,” she whispered seductively.

Her kisses started next. Taz moaned as she started leaving a trail of licks, kisses, and bites up and down the side of his neck. “Mmhmm…”

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked playfully. “You want me to, and I will, just say it.”

“Mmhmm…”

“Is that a yes, or a no?” Nighttide said as she stopped kissing his neck to look him in the eye.

“Well… it’s not too bad, I guess,” Taz admitted, the blush on his black coat could be seen from a mile away.

“Even going around with cum-stains in your fur in front of your family?” Nighttide pressed her advantage.

Taz glared at her, and then, using his greater bulk, flipped her over with him on top. “Even that. Besides, if you don’t mind going to lunch with my seed leaking out of you, why should I mind the occasional mess?”

“You do know that I love it when I'm full of you, leaking or not,” Nighttide whispered huskily, lightly nipping at his muzzle.

“All night?” Taz asked.

Nighttide just smiled as she focused on her shadow, splitting off a small section of it, she used it to shut the door behind them. “All. Night. Long. And I have something special planned for tonight.”

Taz grinned as he went back in for a kiss. Black met blue as their lips came together. He loved the taste of her, the feel of her lips, and even the scent of her sweat. There wasn’t a single thing about the mare he wanted to change, especially when he felt her hind leg move up and start lightly rubbing the side of his already expanding cock.

When they broke, they were both smiling at each other. “Mmh, you are eager tonight,” Taz said.

“I just want to get the quick one out of the way.”

Taz nibbled on her ear before saying the next thing. “I ain't that quick.”

Nighttide smirked. “Who said I want you to be? I want the foreplay to be over.”

“Who said we need foreplay?” Taz asked and slightly bucked his hips, causing his erection to lightly hit Nighttide between her legs.

“Mhh I love that feeling,” the mare replied huskily.

“I agree,” Taz mumbled as he felt himself push against her already dripping entrance. There was something about when he first entered her, when he first spread her wide and she invited him in that he absolutely loved.

Taz had been right; there was no need for foreplay. The pegasus was already dripping wet, waiting for him. He felt his head press against her slit; it was practically pulling him inside of her. He pushed, ever so slightly, his large member piercing her wide as he did so.

Nighttide’s muzzle hung open when he did. She loved this feeling as much as he did. Taz was a large stallion, both in physical size and down there. His girth would make most stallions envious; and it was all for one mare and one mare alone.

Nighttide wrapped her hooves around his back and pulled her chest close to his. She wanted him; she wanted him mind, body, and soul. She could feel his heart pounding away in his chest; she could sense the heat coming from him, and from inside of her.

Every time they made love, every time they fucked in their room, kitchen, dining room, wherever they could get away with it, she returned to this feeling. It never got old or failed to excite the passion she had for the stallion, the drive; or the pure, unadulterated lust in her loans.

“Make me yours, take me,” Nighttide whispered as she held onto his body, already knowing what would happen next.

In one go, Taz pushed half of himself into her. His member spitting Nighttide wide as a full eight inches pierced the mare all at once. Nighttide’s head shot back and she let out a long, pleasurable moan in response. “Ahh, buck yes…”

Taz simply grinned and started to slowly pull out. Her pussy, her waiting hole, it was gripping on him; it was so tight, so warm, he felt like he could burst even now after just getting started.

He wouldn’t since he had more than enough self-control for this, something five months of experience had helped him develop into a fine-tuned skill. The stallion only pulled his hip part of the way out, ensuring that he grinded his cock on the upper side of Night’s pussy the entire way.

For Nighttide, every moment, every second felt amazing. She loved that he now knew what he was doing, that he knew all the best ways to please her. It was simply a sign that he cared about her enough to learn, to know how to give her pleasure.

Taz only pulled out two inches before thrusting back in eight.

“Ngggg, I know you’re bigger than this,” Nighttide panted, “No stopping at this point today.”

He grinned and kissed her again. Most stallions wouldn’t have this issue since the cervix was far deeper than their length could ever reach. Then again, most stallions didn’t have a sixteen-inch dick either.

Taz kissed her again and again. Then, when he felt Nighttide relax enough on his touch, he pushed in hard. His cock easily made it past her cervix, making Nighttide gasp loudly; her tongue lolling out of her muzzle.

It felt fantastic to the stallion. He felt her grasping his head like nothing else he could ever imagine. It took all this strength, all his willpower to hold right there, to not just start bucking her madly. He knew this was painful to her. Experience had taught him that much; but, if he waited for her to adjust, she’d enjoy it just as much as he did.

As with the times before, Nighttide raised her head back up from the floor and smiled at him, her body already adjusted to the pain; to the extra… him, that was as deep inside of her as it was possible to get. She stretched her neck up and kissed him again, a clear sign to continue.

Taz began moving in and out in slow rhythms. Already surprised with how far they had taken it and knowing that this was nothing more than just the warmup. He knew Nighttide was special, that something in her body had allowed this to take place; but, he wasn’t dumb enough to question it. He loved it, she loved it, and that was good enough for both of them.

Nighttide flexed her wings and wrapped them around both her and her lover. She arched her back, enjoying the feeling of being penetrated by the stallion she had so grown to love. Somehow, his simple touch made her feel better, his words had a way of reaching past her own horrible memories and right to her core, to the diamond he swore she was.

She started to flex and squeeze her flanks, throwing him off balance and causing him to almost blow his load right then and there. He looked down at her, shocked and smiling in equal measure.

“What? You think I don’t know some tricks?” Nighttide replied, seductively.

“Just surprised you took that long,” he teased lovingly.

“Oh, you!” she said and kissed him. “Just wait, this is nothing compared to what we're going to do tonight.”

“Ten seconds?” he asked.

“Ten seconds,” she confirmed.

It was their favorite game, try and make the other cum in ten seconds. If you lasted longer, you got to pick the next activity.

To date, there’s yet to be a real winner. Tonight was no exception. Taz started first, he increased his speed and his grinding, pounding at the mare with reckless abandon.

Nighttide told herself to be ready for it. She mentally prepared herself for this maneuver, but it’s hard to prepare yourself for a sixteen inch long, four inch wide dick to suddenly start rampaging your pussy. She lost her grip on his body, her jaw practically hanging open as he went buck-wild on her.

Three seconds into it, she could already feel herself fast approaching orgasm. That knowledge gave her the strength to fight back, to raise her head and start to squeeze her vaginal muscles together, forcing Taz to work even harder to get her off before he came.

It was a double-edged sword. Doing so also increased the friction Nighttide felt from each of his movements. And it wasn’t like her stallion would let a little thing like extra work slow him down anyway.

As soon as she did, he looked down and nipped the side of her neck, biting into it with a large amount of pressure before letting go. Nighttide yelped from the sudden, unexpected shooting pain in her neck, causing her to lose focus and Taz to once more pull ahead. He pulled almost the entire way out before thrusting close to fifteen inches of meat directly into her, one inch easily breaking her cervix again.

Nighttide’s wings flared out. She knew she was dangerously close to losing now, one more of those and she’d definitely be the first one to cum.

I have to use it.

Taz grinned, knowing she was close, very close if the signals of her body were anything to go on. Yes, technically it’d be a tie, again, her cumming would no doubt cause him to as well, but he’d still have the victory of having made her cum first. Which was a win in and of itself.

He quickly pulled back, readying himself for one more push that would finish her off and end the game in a tie at the six second mark. However, when he pushed in, something very unexpected happened.

In less than a second, Nighttide had somehow managed to force a portion of her shadow-self in his rear and pressed it against his prostate. The action was so strange, so sudden, so unexpected, and so good that when Taz pushed himself in, he blew his first load on the way inside. “HOOOLLLY….”

Nighttide was right behind him; the feelings of her stallion ejaculating inside of her as well as the rapid speed he was moving pushed her over the edge. Her moans quickly joined his as their bodies erupted in simultaneous pleasure at their actions.

Somehow she actually managed to tighten her wings around him as they came; she felt squirt after squirt deposited directly into her womb. Had she been in a different state of mind, Nighttide would have wondered if the sheer volume he deposited into her would make her stomach distend.

The mare wasn’t thinking about that. She couldn’t think about that. Her entire body—her entire being—was focused on the wave of pressure that was flowing over her very self, exciting her like only this ever could. It was a tsunami of joy started by her love.

Taz was the first to come down. He could still feel her holding onto him. He could still feel her pussy wrapped around his cock, milking him for all he was worth. It took all his strength to stay on his hooves, to not collapse on top of her.

Her heart’s beating a mile a minute. The thought made him smile. It was like he could literally feel her pleasure in just holding him. Not that the heat and grip she had on his dick was anything to sneeze at. That felt amazing as well, but just a different kind of amazing.

Eventually, he felt her grip loosen. Taz raised his left hoof and caught her head before it fell back upon the ground. With care, he gently laid it down, letting her arched back come to rest upon the floor of the bedroom. He looked down to where they were still connected. He could see himself already getting—somewhat—soft, but he wasn’t worried. He’d be more than ready to go again before he was all the way out of her; experience had taught him that much.

There was so much cum though, more so than he had ever remembered seeing before. His juices were mixing with hers and spilling out around the gaps between the two lovers.

She opened her eyes and grinned at him. “So, who won?”

Taz opened his muzzle to answer her, but he hesitated. I’ll give her this one. “You, my love.” He smiled after his pause and closed the gap between their lips, kissing her deeply.

“I can decide what we do next‽” Nighttide cheered.

“Yes, you can,” Taz chuckled at her open adorable display.

“Oh, what do I want to do?” Nighttide asked herself, humming in thought.

The grin on Nighttide’s face as she came to a conclusion made Taz excited and worried in equal measure.

“Why’s Ana acting so bad?” Blaze asked his brother when he got out from their shower. As per usual, the pegasus had taken his sweet time in the restroom, so much so that Flash had almost fallen asleep before he came out.

“She’s not bad, you should be nicer than that,” Flash said.

“Yeah, she is, she’s acting bad; she’s a bad Ana.”

“Don’t say it,” Flash grunted as he held his pillow to his head, already knowing what would come next.

“She’s a banana!” Blaze giggled, and then laughed.

“Ugh, you said it.”

Blaze broke into a full-on laughing fit. Flash threw his pillow at his brother’s head in response. “Hey! We don’t hit!”

“I didn’t hit you, the pillow did,” Flash replied. A tittering built up in his throat.

“Oh, I guess that’s okay.”

Flash sighed extremely dramatically. “You’re impossible sometimes, brother.”

“Hey, I’m your brother, that’s how I’m supposed to be,” Blaze said as he threw the pillow back to Flash.

“Yeah… no,” Flash replied dryly, just to be surprised by a rather forceful knock at the door.

“Who the hay is that at this hour?” Blaze questioned.

“I don’t know, but look.” Flash pointed at a note that had been slid under the door.

Blaze got to the door and picked the note up, glanced at it, and then at his brother. “This is for you.”

Flash got up out of bed and took the note, confused, noting in big letters ‘Flash’ on its front. He opened it to find some rather clear words.

My room. Now.
Vela.

“Buck me, she’s still pissed,” Flash said.

“Who is it, who is it?” Blaze asked.

“Vela. I think she’s still mad at me,” Flash replied as he folded the note back up and stuck it under his wing. “She wants to see me in her room.”

“You’re… you’re going to go?” Blaze asked, wide-eyed.

“It’s Vela, if I don’t go she’ll blast the door down and drag me to her room.”

“You sure she’s that bad?”

“Do you even have to ask?” Flash countered before leaving the room. “Remember when she knocked my front teeth out?”

As Blaze watched his brother leave, he gulped at that. “Good luck…”

“Thanks, I have a feeling I’m going to need it,” the pegasus said to himself as he walked down the hall to the hippogriff’s room.

Every step he took felt like a death march as he recounted every way he bucked up today. Flash had thought he was doing her a favor, that after she wanted to hold his hoof at breakfast this morning they had formed some kind of bond.

The girl’s undeniably a stubborn, egotistical hothead; but she’s cute when she wants to be. Wait… where did that come from?

He shook that off and chose to concentrate solely on putting one hoof in front of the other. His eff up was obvious on him. Sure, he had the best of intentions warning her about Ataxia’s attack, but that warning almost caused her to lose her father’s spear. That alone earned him a spot on her ‘pissed off at’ list.

Flash considered bolting, going to his father’s room, going back to his own room, or even hiding out with Twilight and Rainbow.

Sure, it wasn’t my intention to get her in trouble, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t my fault… even if there were… extenuating circumstances.

His hooves betrayed him. They carried the pegasus right to Vela’s door. He paused, wondering how he found it so easily being that the girl hadn’t slept in the room for almost six months, and also wondering why he felt more nervous than on his first day of school.

Steadying his resolve, he knocked twice, forcefully. Say what you will, I’ll never back down from facing the music.

Every part of his being wanted to run. He hoped against hope that no one would answer the door, that Vela would not be back yet, and he could return to his room knowing he did everything he had been asked.

That small hope vanished when he heard the doorknob turn and the door opened in front of him. What he saw almost caused his jaw to fall to the floor.

Empress Princess Vela did indeed open the door. However, that wasn’t the surprising part. Around her dark-blue fur she had on a set of bright-pink pajamas that hugged tightly to her frame.

“You coming in or do you just want to stare at me all day?” she asked him and stepped to the side to let him in.

He gulped; she looked, in a word, girly. With every nerve in his body on edge, the pegasus stepped inside, not knowing if the sight of her was the last thing he’d ever see, or if she was just screwing with him in the worst possible way. “I-I got your message,” he managed to say after she shut the door and locked it. The sound of the bolt closing was like a jail cell door slamming shut.

“Duh, otherwise you wouldn’t be here. Now sit down, we have to talk,” she replied and got to her bed, motioning to her side for him to sit down as well.

Flash quickly looked around and then right next to her. His mind warned him to sit anywhere but there, but his hooves started to move on their own, causing his mind to go into panic mode.

Vela watched with a scowl as the pegasus took his sweet-ass time about it. “SIT!”

He yelped like a beaten dog and scampered to the bed. Within seconds he had sit down, his flank parked firmly on her bed sheets. “Vela, I-I-I-I—”

“Nope,” she replied, “now is not the time for talking, now is the time for listening. I will do the talking, you will reply by nodding your head in agreement, understand?”

He looked at her, wide-eyed right before he went to open his muzzle.

“UNDERSTAND‽” Vela shouted.

Flash firmly shut his muzzle and nodded his head viciously.

Part of him noticed that she hadn’t given him the option to shake his head no, but he—wisely—said nothing about that little factoid.

“Good, I’m guessing you’re wondering why I asked you here.”

Flash nodded his head.

“Well…” she looked hesitant to say the next part. Flash saw something in her green eyes right then, something that looked... sorrowful.

He made the bravest choice he had ever made in his life; for, at that moment, he placed his hoof on her claw.

She looked over to his hoof and did something really strange to the stallion, she smiled. “I can’t sleep alone.” The words came in a mumble.

Flash’s ears perked up that. He cocked his head inquisitively at her.

She noticed. “Ever since dad… you know, I’ve slept holding my brother, being held by my mother. We’ve been that way for almost six months now. When mom punished me like this, I thought it wouldn’t be a big deal. Sure I’d miss sleeping with Day, but, I’m a big girl, right?”

Flash nodded.

She looked down at that. “Or so I thought, I laid here for almost two hours, even tried on these PJ’s my mom gave me before... you know. But I’m just not tired. It’s like... something’s missing.”

“Like what?” Flash asked, not even caring that he broke her no-talking rule.

Rather than be pissed, Vela actually smiled at that. “I think I’m just used to holding someone, you know?”

Flash took another glance around the room, looking for a stuffed animal or something the hippogriff might hold, but there was nothing. It then dawned on him just why he had been called to the room.

“You… want… to… sleep with me?”

She turned away from him, fuming, but the blush on her face was impossible for him to miss. “Y-you don’t have to if you don’t want to. You can leave—if you want—of course I’ll kick your ass if you ever mention this to anyone.”

Somehow, Siro’s Vengeance picked that moment to almost sing out from where she had it propped up against the wall. Flash’s eyes darted to the spear and then back to her.

“Why not Starlight, or Ana?”

“Starlight’s too logical, she’d never understand this. Heck, I don’t even understand this. Ana’s being a bitch, and before you ask, your brother is a big baby, and all the adults know I’m being punished, so they’d never let me sleep with them.”

Flash gulped. The way he figured it he had two choices: His first was to bear with it and hope he might actually fall asleep at some point tonight, even if it would be beyond awkward, and might lead to him being punished for breaking her punishment. The other one was to quickly flee out of the room and never face her again. His life, his mind, his body, his very being told him to flee, to fly away in a flash as fast as his wings could take him.

There was just one problem with that plan, one small little teeny-tiny-detail: Vela. It wasn’t that she’d hold it over his head; it wasn’t that she really would kill him if he ever told anyone ever about this, but rather, it was that she seemed really hurting because of this.

The brash, arrogant, punch-your-teeth-out-hippogriff had put everything on the line, she had put herself out there to be… rejected? Flash thought.

He simply couldn’t do that.

“Okay.”

“W-what?” Vela asked, looking downright puzzled. It had been a fool’s hope, and yet…

“I said okay,” Flash said as he gave her a warm smile, well, as warm as he could make it when his mind was trying to shut his muzzle. “I may not get any sleep tonight, but if it’ll help you get to sleep, I’ll do it.”

Vela showed a genuine, bright smile and leapt at Flash, hugging him so hard he could've sworn he heard his bones cracking. Despite the bone-crushing hug, Flash couldn’t help but feel the pajamas the mare had on were silk. Each spot it touched on his coat felt like it was softly caressing him, almost like his mother used to....

As quick as it began, the hippogriff let go of him.

“If you tell anyone about this, it’ll be the last thing you do,” she said coolly before moving away to remove her pink pajamas.

“Vela?”

She grunted in response.

“Could you leave those on?” Flash mumbled.

Vela looked up, puzzled. “Why?”

“Because… umm…” Flash was more than blushing now, something that was quite obvious on his white coat, “you look rather… cute in them.”

Did he just call me cute? Vela’s blush was intense as she turned her head away. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence she whispered, “Fine,” before turning off the lights.

Flash gulped and crawled up the bed, waiting for Vela to tell him what to do rather than acting first and getting her angry by doing something wrong.

“Now lay down on your side.”

The pegasus did as he was told. He laid down on his side, facing away as she gestured. That was the easy part; the hard part was trying to get his tensed body to calm the buck down; an action that was made nearly impossible as he felt Vela move closer to him. Before he was ready for it—something he didn’t know if he could ever really be as this whole experience was far too surreal for him—she was pressing against his back. He gulped loudly and hoped she didn't hear it.

Whatever nervousness Flash had, Vela was the exact opposite. To say Flash was bigger than her brother would be an understatement, as Flash was significantly bigger than Dayspring. Still, without the slightest bit of hesitation, she wrapped her left claw under his body and with her right, pulled the pegasus’s body right up against hers.

Flash didn’t fight it. He was too afraid to. Right now he figured his role was to act as a big stuffed animal and so that is exactly what he became. However, when Vela’s front was pressed against his back and she wrapped a blanket over them both, he felt that fabric again, pressed against him.

To say the least, it was amazing. Even from the small amount he could feel against his wings, the exquisitely smooth, soft texture of her PJs were cool to the touch, and the material seemed to dance across his fur like a whisper on a summer's breeze.

He could only imagine, neigh, only dream of what it must feel like to sleep in such clothes.

His embarrassment was kicked up a notch when he realized she was resting her head against the back of his own. He could feel her soft breathing upon the nape of his neck. The gentle rise and fall of her stomach as she took slowing breaths in and out while pressed against him.

They lay like that, making Flash tense up while Vela simply enjoyed holding someone close to her. Flash realized that all his life he had seen her as this girl to be feared, the one that knocked his teeth out for standing up to her, but in the end, she was no different than anyone else.

“Umm… Vela?”

“Hmm?”

That’s good; at least she didn’t bite my head off for talking.

“Those pajamas, they feel amazing, what are they?”

“Clothes, dummy.”

“I know, I mean—”

“I don’t know. My mom had them already made in Warclaw. She gave them to me one day when, dad…” there was a noticeable pause before she kept talking, “was away on a training exercise. Mom said they were made by someone called, Rarity.”

“I’m sorry,” Flash said, “I know how it feels, I miss my mom too, and my grandma.”

She squeezed him tighter. “Now quiet, you big dork; I want to sleep.”

Despite himself, he chuckled a little at that. “Yes, Vela.”

As the seconds ticked by to minutes; Flash found himself lost in thought, unable to sleep. His mind was trying to connect Vela—whom he’d known for most of his life as a rude arrogant brat that would’ve destroyed the palace today all over a stupid training exercise—to this new Vela, the girl that was pressed up against his back. The girl that needed somepony to hold so she could sleep.

It was a connection made all the more difficult by the feeling of that wonderful fabric pressed up against his back and wings. He could lose himself to that feeling, it felt, it felt...

Suddenly, her claw shifted ever so slightly. Vela’s right claw moved in what he assumed was her sleep. It fell slightly down his chest as her grip upon him relaxed and gravity did what it always did. Which in and of itself wouldn’t have been a problem. It wouldn’t have been save for the fact that the back of her claw was touching something Flash hadn’t even been aware was out until contact was made with it.

His eyes grew as wide as dinner plates as he realized that, at some point, he had gotten hard. Whether it was just his nerves, her holding him, or the feel of those pajamas pressed up against his back, he simply didn’t know. What he could say, right now, without any doubt, was that the back of Vela’s claw was touching the side of his stiffening dick.

He tried thinking of anything other than what was happening, of concentrating on any memory, any feeling other than the feel of her claw against his member.

The poor fourteen-year-old colt didn’t have a prayer. The only thing he could think of was the feeling of his member being touched by someone else, touched by the girl holding him in bed. The more he tried not to think about it, the more he thought about it; and the more he thought about it, the harder and hotter it became.

Please don’t be awake, please don’t be awake; please don’t be awake.

The pegasus counted his lucky stars when she didn’t stir. The hippogriff simply continued to lightly breathe while pressed against his back.

He relaxed a little—most of him relaxed a little anyway. His cock felt rock-hard and started to pulse a little. He knew he was in trouble, he knew that if she woke up, she’d rip his dick off for daring to get like this while they shared a bed. Or at least, his brain knew that. His cock, well, that didn’t get the memo.

That brain only felt another touch it, a girl touch it. That brain was fully concentrated on the external stimulation it was getting from Vela’s claw, the feel of Vela’s PJs pressed against his back, and the heat coming off the girl herself.

As more minutes ticked by, one brain was winning out against the other: the brain where the blood was pumping to. Flash started to focus on the heat coming from her body, the feel of her claw against his stiff, painful member.

I’d give my wings to get to the restroom right now.

It was only twenty hooves away, but to the fourteen-year-old, it might as well have been on the other side of the planet for all the good it did him.

He didn’t want to do it, he didn’t mean to do it, but he did it all the same. Flash tightened his flank muscles, pushing his member along the side of Vela’s claw ever so slightly.

The feeling was like charged lightning shot directly into his brain; his eyes widened, his pleasure centers overloaded, and—unfortunately—the smallest amount of pre came leaking out of his tip.

In and of itself, it wouldn’t have been a problem, it was so small that even if it got on the sheets or blankets, it’s doubtful anyone would have noticed; or if they did, they would’ve simply written it off as a food stain. Sadly, it was a big problem. When Flash relaxed his flank while mentally berating himself for what he’d done, his member moved back as well, transferring the small amount of pre to the back of Vela’s claw.

The heat between the two was incredible. Vela, in her PJs, cuddled up with Flash in her claws, under the blanket, had never felt more relaxed or warm in her life. Her body was at the final stages of falling asleep, blissfully unaware of anything happening, that anything that might be wrong.

Or it was until a small amount of a cool liquid-like substance transferred to the back of her claw. The dichotomy of heat and cool immediately alerted her mind that something was strange… different. That something required her conscious attention.

“Flash…” Vela said groggily as her mind woke itself up.

The stallion all but eeped at the sound of her voice. “Y-yeah?”

“Did you just, did you…” her brain asked the first question it could think of, “did… did you just pee on me?”

Flash’s thoughts screamed at him. Say yes!

“No…”

You fool!

It was then that Vela realized that something hot, long, and rod-shaped was against the back of her claw. Her groggy mind finally connected the dots.

Needless to say: She wasn’t tired anymore.

“What the...” Vela started, just to be cut off by Flash.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold it! Don’t hurt me!” he yelped, quickly trying to get a gap between them and hide his hard cock.

Vela scowled as she stood up and went for the door to switch the light on, revealing a quivering mess of wings trying to hide something, or rather, trying to hide somepony.

“What the buck, Flash‽” Vela yelled, her eyes darting from the back of her claw, to the spear resting against the side of the wall, and finally to the quivering mass of feathers and fur that yelped at hearing his name.

In his desperate attempt to hide his shame, Flash was trying to overcorrect, trying, and failing. Vela’s eyes could make out his meatstick even through his feathers. She sighed, loudly. “I can still see it.”

He withdrew his wings and reached for the blanket, shoving it over his cock in a foolhardy attempt to hide it, just to have Vela laugh loudly at the tent poking up under it.

“I can still see it,” Vela giggled.

Flash tried everything: sheets, laying on it—which proved to be rather painful—and covering it with his wings again. Every single attempt made the hippogriff laugh louder and louder.

The pegasus blushed and turned his head away. “I… I think it’s time I left.”

Vela stopped dead in her tracks. His expression was hurtful, and somehow, for some reason, him leaving was the last thing that she wanted.

“Flash, it’s okay. I’m not mad,” she said.

“You’re not?” he blinked, surprised.

“Mom said for stallions, it’s like… involuntary or something?” Vela said. “Like it just kinda happens at times.”

“Well… yeah, at times.”

“Does…” she went to ask, then stopped.

“What?” Flash asked, grateful to have something else to talk about, somewhat anyway.

“Well, I’ve seen a griffin’s before, you know when they walk around sometimes, so I was just wondering if a pony’s looked different?”

“I thought you saw it?”

“Not close up,” Vela replied. “Just behind your rather… humorous attempts to hide it.”

“I don’t know, I’ve never seen a griffin’s so I can’t tell you if it looks different.” He played with his hooves a little, the rather big mountain of blankets he had wrapped itself in made itself known when his cock pulsed once more, the pain remind him that while the conversation was… something, he had another thing to take care of. “If you want me to stay, I… I need to use the restroom first. To, you know, take care of it.” Flash gulped.

“I-I… um…” Vela found herself torn; she really didn’t want him to go, even to a quick trip to the bathroom. She was too worried he wouldn’t come back.

“Hmm?” Flash looked questioningly at her.

“I… what about…”

“Spit it out already.” The pegasus giggled, it was… unusual for Vela to be tongue tied.

“Do-you-want-my-help?” Vela blurted out quickly, making it nearly impossible to understand.

“What?” Flash asked, perplexed.

Vela glared at him. “I mean… um…” she sighed, loudly, before finding her resolve. “Do you want me to help you?”

Flash’s jaw dropped. “Y-y-y-you want to…”

“Only if you’ll stay though,” Vela said through a stiff upper beak.

“Umm…”

“Unless you really want to jerk yourself off in the bathroom that is?”

“No, I umm… sure.”

Vela grinned. “Well, first you’ll have to pull those blankets off.”

That made him second-guess himself. Although the second she said it, his cock pulsed in agreement. It had heard everything and firmly agreed with Vela on this one. Flash didn’t have a clue what to think, so he went with the only option left to him: not to think at all.

His hooves acted upon their own accord. With care, he started removing the bunched up blanket from around his dick. Every single time he did, he felt himself twitch, grateful to be free. “Have you… umm, helped a lot of stallions?”

WHY THE BUCK DID I ASK THAT‽

“Two, but that was a few years ago,” Vela replied as she walked up to the bed. Her eyes focused on the mountain of blankets that was fast disappearing.

Somehow, that didn’t make him feel any better. What did; however, was when he pulled the last bit of the blanket away.

“Wow,” Vela said as she scooted closer, eying every inch of his meat standing tall in front of her. It was a lot darker than his coat, almost greyish-black in coloring. At first glance, she’d guess it stood to almost eight inches. The flared head on top shone with a clear liquid coating it. Half way down the length was a ring, after that it increased in girth until it reached the stallion himself.

“What… what’s it like?” Vela asked.

“I thought you said you had helped someone before?”

“I did, but I didn’t really ask questions,” Vela said as she lightly touched it with a claw.

“Well… right now it hurts a little,” Flash admitted.

“Hurts?” Vela asked.

“It’s like… umm… flexing your muscles. When it stays hard like this, it’s like doing that for a long period of time, it hurts after a while if you don’t take care of it.” Flash’s face was in danger of turning red with the size of his blush. And Vela poking his penis with her claw wasn’t helping things.

“Well, it’s different from a griffons, at least in size and shape. Yours is wider and...” Vela replied before lightly touching the ring, “what’s this?”

“It’s called a medial ring, I guess it forms a seal when you have intercourse.”

Vela looked up. “You’ve never had sex before?”

Flash shook his head. “Have you?”

“Yeah,” Vela replied, her eyes going back to the standing rod.

“Ohh... okay,” Flash said. He knew she had ‘helped’ stallions before, but this…

Vela sat down at the edge of the bed, gesturing for Flash to move to the edge. The pegasus gulped as he moved over and hung his hind legs off the side. “Let’s see if I remember how to do this,” she teased, releasing the look of fear in his eyes.

“You need me to—never mind,” Flash stated as Vela wrapped a claw around his member. That made the hippogriff smile, and almost caused the stallion to blow his load right then and there. The touch of such an unusual appendage wrapped around his meat from a girl was nearly enough to send him over the edge.

Vela smiled at him as she started to lightly move her claw up and down his shaft. She noticed the liquid leaking from the tip and used that to help lube up the stallion’s road.

Flash only lasted five pumps, “Vela, I’m gonna!”

Remembering her last time with a stallion, she looked around real quick for something to catch what was about to come out. There was nothing in range though, so, thinking quickly, she simply took the head in her mouth, it being the lesser evil of getting covered in it, or having a huge mess to clean up.

The feeling of her tongue touching his dick was enough to send Flash into overdrive. He grunted and squeezed off one, two, three loads that shot out with more force than most of his orgasms combined. This had been quick, really quick, but already put everything he had done himself to shame in terms of sheer pleasure.

Vela had to fight back her gag reflex when the first load hit the back of her throat. She angled the cock slightly to the left and caught the next few in her beak. However, the volume took her completely by surprise. The stallion pumped her beak almost completely full of cum.

The hippogriff figuratively held her nose and swallowed, not knowing if this would be the worst thing ever or surprisingly good. What she had in her mouth tasted salty, and just a little bit bitter, not a good combination. What she got was somewhere in between them. It wasn’t a good taste, but it wasn’t bad in any definition of the word.

Flash laid back on the bed, his young mind blown by his first orgasm at the hooves—claws of another in his life. “Oh… wow…”

Vela licked him clean before pulling back, noting that his rod was already starting to shrink. “That better?” she asked.

Flash actually started laughing at that, an action that caused Vela’s eyes to dart over to the spear. “Vela, that was hooves-down the best thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.”

She looked back to him, relieved mentally, and, strangely, emotionally. “So, we can go back to bed now?”

He sat up, his eyes wide at her casual dismissal about what they’d just done. “But, I mean, w-what about you?”

“What about me?” Vela asked with a scowl. Unsure what he meant but not liking the implication of that comment one bit.

“Hey, hey, calm down. I meant… what about you? Want me to return the… favor?” Flash asked, mumbling the last word.

“W-what?” Vela stammered, her anger forgotten.

Flash sighed and collected everything he had for a last, brave question. “Do you want me to return the favor? You helped me, so it’s just fair that I help you as well.”

“Have you… um… helped a girl before?” Vela asked.

“Well, no, you’d be the first. But I’m willing to learn if you want to… you know, teach me?”

Vela felt her heart start to beat a mile a minute at those words. Somehow, the thought of being Flash’s first… “I, um… okay.”

Flash smiled and jumped down, indicating for Vela to take his spot on the bed. The hippogriff suddenly knew exactly how he had felt. With nervous apprehension, she got up on the bed, her hind hooves hanging off.

“Umm, you want me to take your bottoms off?” Flash asked.

“W-what?” Vela stammered.

Flash gestured to the pajama bottoms she was wearing.

“Oh, okay, sure.”

The pegasus was nervous. At first he thought about pulling them down with his teeth, but in the end, he used his wings. Gently, softly, and slowly, he pulled Vela’s pajama pants down, revealing more and more of her fur. He held his breath until more came in sight. Flash gasped as he took a glance at a rather wet spot between Vela’s legs.

She… she liked helping me...

Part of him wanted to stop there, while a part of her wanted him to stop there. He didn’t. Flash kept pulling with both wings, concentrating on pulling down the pants. Vela helped by lifting her flank up in the air, allowing the pegasus to completely remove the pajamas from around her waist.

There’s something… hot about him undressing me. Why do I feel this way? Vela’s thoughts were in turmoil.

Flash had them all the way down before he pulled his wingtips out of the sides. For this last part, he had to get the leggings over her hooves. Grasping the side with his teeth, he pulled one leg past hers and then the other. At that, the pajama pants were free, lying on the floor in a crumpled heap.

Vela’s eyes were glued to him. What took him almost a minute to do she could have done in two seconds, but there was something about how he did it, something that made her… hot.

Flash smiled before looking down between her hind legs. What had just been a small wet spot looked wetter now then if he had spit water over it. “Okay… umm… so I just…” he stammered. It wasn’t the first time he had seen a vagina, but it was the first time he had seen one like this.

The smell. She smells amazing.

“You just lick, here and here feel the best,” Vela said, pointing at two distinct areas on her slit.

Flash hesitated, taking a deep sniff of her smell before diving in; extending his tongue to touch exactly the places Vela told him to.

The hippogriff lost herself in the touch and moaned loudly. A pony's muzzle was always amazing to her. It was soft, pleasing her in new ways as Flash nuzzled her pussy deeply, licking her special spots better than she thought he would.

She had to fight the urge to close her eyes and toss her head back. She wanted to look at him, and see him with his head buried between her hind legs. There was something about knowing it was him, knowing that Flash’s head was between her legs that simply excited her to no end.

Flash had no idea what the hay he was doing. He had barely paid attention when his grandmother had tried to teach him anatomy one day, something his mom immediately put a stop to by saying he was far too young for that. He knew his own anatomy well enough, but a girl’s was an enigma to the stallion.

That being said, he kept his eyes and ears open. Listening to her, watching her as she bit her claw a little when he licked up and to the left. Or how she’d almost fully stop when he went too far down. That’s not to say he wasn’t enjoying it himself, far from it. If Vela had smelled good, she tasted fan-fucking-tastic.

Every time his tongue pushed inward, he was rewarded with more and more of that tasty-tasty liquid. Flash was quickly growing to love the taste as it danced upon his tongue.

Never in a million years had the young stallion ever dreamed of even imagining doing something like this with Vela. But now that it was happening, tonight was quickly becoming the greatest night of his life.

There was just one little problem, one problem he had never encountered before as he had never been in this situation before: with his muzzle buried in Vela’s snatch, licking her juices, smelling her sex, his stallionhood was starting to react all over again.

“Ahhh.” Vela couldn’t fight it anymore. The situation was simply too good, the feel of the stallion’s tongue licking her felt too amazing, and it had simply been far-far too long since she’d last done anything like this. Vela cried out as she felt her own pleasure increasing in her loins. “D-don’t stop!”

Stopping was the last thing Flash wanted to do at that moment. As far as the stallion was concerned, he could die there, and it would have been a life well spent. Whatever it took to keep her making those noises, all so he could continue to taste her like he had been.

As such, it came as a surprise when she almost twisted his head off with her hind hooves; his tongue work, while crude, had been more than made up for with raw enthusiasm. Vela found herself pushed over the edge as she came. In the heat of the moment, her hind legs wrapped around the stallion’s muzzle and she twisted to the left, taking him along for the ride.

He yanked back, shocked and with a small crick in his neck, “Vela, what the—” He paused, seeing the look of utter contentment on her face.

Well, my neck hurts, but she looks… beautiful.

When Vela recovered she was greeted by the smiling idiot’s face. Somehow, it made her smile too, a smile that quickly turned back to lust as she noticed his stallionhood at full mast again. “Well, somepony’s excited again.”

He looked confused until his eyes followed her own. Looking down he spoke in shock. “Crap, It doesn’t normally do that!”

“Well, it was also your first time pleasing a mare, and let me say that, you did a great job for your first,” Vela giggled. “But now we should take care of your problem again and…“ The hippogriff hummed. “I think I know exactly how.”

The way she pronounced the last word made Flash’s cock pulse, his excitement was raising more and more at the sight of the beautiful hippogriff and her still dripping folds.

“Um… how?” Flash asked.

Vela just smiled. With one claw she gestured for him to get up on the bed with her.

Flash made to do just that, jumping up to her side. She held out a wing to stop him. “No, just your front hooves, place them on either side of me.”

Unsure, he did exactly what she had told him to. He placed his front hooves up on the bed, to either side of Vela. It was then he noticed that his member was pressed against her body. “Umm, sorry?”

Vela grinned. “That’s part of the idea.” With one claw, she held onto the tip and started moving it around.

Flash’s eyes went wide as he stared directly at her. He only felt what she was doing; too afraid that if he went to look, she’d stop doing whatever it was. He felt the tip of his head line up with her wet, moist slit.

“Now be a big stallion,” Vela whispered. “Take me.”

Instinct alone drove him to push. He gasped as he felt her resistance for only a second, and then warmth. A warmth unlike any he had ever known in his entire life. His head had popped inside of her and she was hugging it, massaging it in all the right ways.

“Mhh, that’s a good boy,” Vela cooed. “Now push in and out, slowly at first,” she breathed out.

‘In’ was something he could get behind, ‘out’ was something he thought he might fight against. There was no doubt in the stallion’s mind that if she hadn’t ‘helped’ him earlier, he’d have blown his load already. Still, he did as she asked. Every inch he went inside simply got better and better. Almost as if he was simply meant to be there, as if this was where his cock should have always called home and he was only now figuring that out.

He paused when he met resistance. His own medial ring had hit the entrance to her slit. Even if he had to stop here, he knew he’d have more than enough fun.

“What’s wrong?” Vela asked. “I know you’re bigger than that.”

He looked down. “The medial ring, it’s um…”

“Push past it,” Vela said as she laid back down.

“Umm… okay?” Flash said as he added more pressure to his hips.

Vela gasped as she felt his ring pop inside. His girth almost doubled at that point and was still increasing the further he pushed. “Oh… wow…”

“Do you want me to—”

“All the way,” Vela said as she looked up at him. She hadn’t failed her last time and she’d be damned if she failed this time.

Flash nodded and kept pushing. The coos and moans she released made him feel happy in a way he simply could not explain. It was like he took pride in the pleasure he was causing her.

Vela’s claws came up and started to rake the side of his body. Flash grunted a little as he felt her scratch him. Then, he stopped.

Vela looked confused. “W-why’d you stop?”

Flash looked down. “It’s all the way in.”

Vela shut her beak, but smiled. “Then pull back and do it again. But this time, faster,” she cooed.

Flash nodded in understanding as he pulled his hips back. As soon as he did, he realized a fundamental truth: out could feel just as good as in. His body shivered as he pulled his hips back, enjoying the feeling of her tight walls around his stiff rod and the suction that seemed to want to pull him back in.

He stopped before getting halfway out and pushing back in, noting just how warm, how welcoming she was; how… epic it felt in every definition of the word. “Ahh, Vela’ this feels amazing.”

“Faster,” Vela panted.

Flash was all too happy to comply. He pulled his hips back faster, thrusting back into her wet folds with gusto, enjoying every single feeling caused by it as he pushed his stallionhood deeper into her pussy.

He repeated the process two, three more times. Every time felt better than the last; it was more welcoming, hotter than the last. He groaned in pleasure with each attempt. He noticed that the faster he went, the more she enjoyed it. The harder he thrust, the louder she moaned.

However, it was not to last. In spite of the fact that he had cum once already, he could feel his own orgasm fast approaching. “Vela, I-I…”

The hippogriff nodded her understanding, a little disappointed, but expecting it nevertheless. After two more pushes she waited until he was half out of her again before wrapped him in her wings and pulling him to her with all her might.

The sudden unexpected movement was more than enough to send Flash over the edge. He felt his cock pulse inside of her. Again and again he shot his load as deep inside of her as he could get it. After the fourth pulse he collapsed on top of her, feeling his front hooves completely give out.

In spite of the fact that only one of them had finished, Vela actually felt pretty good. She laid her claws upon the back of the pegasus and gently stroke his mane. There was something… different about being with Flash. Something about holding him, about making love to him, something that called to her in a way she had never known before.

She could feel his heart beating a mile-a-minute, his heavy breathing as he lay upon her. But more importantly, she could still feel him inside of her. She could feel the tip of his head as it continued to leak more of his cum. She could feel the medial ring doing exactly what it was meant to do, keeping the cum as deep inside of her as it could be.

“Congrats, you’ve just had sex,” Vela said with a smile when she felt his energy starting to return.

He continued to lay his head upon her chest, not wanting to move it for the world. “Vela, I-I... I mean…”

“Still hesitant to talk to me?” Vela asked with a slight chuckle.

“Well.” Flash giggled. “I guess this is not what you do every day with the mare that usually threatens to kill you.”

“I will if you ever tell anyone about this,” Vela growled.

“I won’t… but… Vela?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we do this more often?” Flash asked silently.

Vela thought about it. How she had felt, how much care he brought out of her. It could only get better.

She giggled. “I’d love too, but not without some cuddling.”

“Of course,” he said with a smile.

“And,” Vela added.

“And what?”

“You have to be my boyfriend.”

“You mean coltfriend, but deal,” Flash said with a grin as he picked her up and moved them both all the way on the bed. The hippogriff laughed a little as she was forcefully moved into a more comfortable position with both their hind hooves up on the bed. In truth she never knew that he was this strong. But she was more than happy for it.

As Vela lay deeply cuddled against him, he nuzzled her forehead. “Good night, beautiful one.” Flash smiled as he felt the hippogriff fall deeply asleep. His own head rested upon her pajama tops, feeling the smooth silk-like fabric and her beating heart beneath him.

The hippogriff and pegasus slept better that night then they had since their parents were killed.

“You want to do what‽ ” Taz asked for the second time, gulping loudly.

Nighttide chuckled, continuing to circle him. “I want to use my shadows to make love to you,” she repeated.

Taz paled a bit. “Nighttide, I told you that your shadows are a part of you and I love every part of you. I mean that, but I don’t know about sex with them… or if we even could.”

“You know I’d never hurt you and I’d stop if you asked me to,” Nighttide cut him off.

“But I mean… I-I uhh…” Taz stammered.

Nighttide simply smiled. “What’s wrong, don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I do.”

“So then, can we?”

“Nighttide…”

“What? It’s not like I can harm you with my ability, Taz. You’re a blank when it comes to magic, you can’t be directly harmed. Of course, I can still… have fun with you with it, maybe.” Her experience earlier gave her hope it could work.

“How would that even work?” Taz asked, unsure.

“Oh, something like this,” Nighttide replied as she concentrated. Taz saw her levitate a sheet over to him, with care she ran it along his muscles, pushing and massaging in all the areas he liked best.

Taz cooed and moaned all at the same time. He understood now. His mom had warned him about this. Sure, the strongest telekinetic spells would do jack diddly to him, but nothing would stop anyone he fought from picking up a rock in their magic and chucking it through his head. This was… this was simply another version of that, albeit immensely more pleasurable.

“So, I won, right?” Nighttide asked, playfully.

“Eeyup,” Taz stated.

“That means we get to do what I want to do?”

“Eeyup.”

“So sit back, shut up, and relax. Let your mare take good care of you.” The grin on Nightide’s face told Taz he had made the right call.

The mare smiled as she moved the sheet across Taz’s body. The stallion was enjoying himself; that much was obvious. He cooed in appreciation as she channeled more and more power into her shadows.

He didn’t even notice when the room started to go dark. Nighttide grinned and shadowmelded into her shadow. She became the shadows and traveled up and over Taz’s form, the thin sheet wrapping around him the only thing allowing her to actually please him like this.

Taz cooed in appreciation at her actions. However, that wasn’t nearly enough for Nighttide. She wanted him moaning, eating out of the bottom of her hoof. And besides, they hadn’t even gotten to the fun stuff yet.

Taz felt the sheet wrap under him and lift him up in the air. It was then he noticed she was no longer in the room with him—at least not physically anyway. He could see her shadows, her other form all too easily. “Going full out, huh?”

“For you my love, anything.”

The voice came from everywhere and nowhere as the stallion found himself deposited upon his back on the bed.

The sheet massage came next. He knew why she was doing this, it was his ability, but in terms of sexual it was kind of… lame.

“Nighttide, this is stupid.”

Nighttide paused. “I was just…”

“I… have an idea,” Taz said.

“What?” Nighttide asked.

“Try touching me directly,” Taz said with a smile.

Unsure, but trusting, Nighttide did just that. Taz watched as an artificial shadow moved its way up the blanket and to his muzzle. Just as with every spell ever used on him, it simply stopped being as soon as it reached the stallion. “Taz, I don’t think this will work.” No pony was more disappointed then her; especially as it had all but worked earlier, somehow anyway.

He closed his eyes and concentrated inwards. Twilight had taught him to extend his power, to use it against others at range, but… he had always wondered if it worked in reverse, if he could shrink it.

He tried that now. In his mind’s eye, he saw the ball of power he’d normally tap from. Red had called it unique in all the universe as being able to cancel out a god’s magic power. With this he was untouchable, magic wise anyway. He had more than his fair share of scares to prove that little tidbit.

This time, instead of pulling out, directing it to another, he squeezed, compressing it, trying to limit its effect on him. “Try. Again. Now,” the stallion grunted through gritted teeth.

“Taz?”

“Again,” he spoke.

Nighttide did as he asked. Once more her shadow traveled up the sheet to his exposed fur. However, this time, this time she felt something she hadn’t expected. With her shadows, she felt his fur. “Taz…”

The stallion felt it too. He smiled.

“How… what…. when… where… why....”

“Just… testing out a hunch.” He chuckled. “After you managed to, you know, earlier, I thought that maybe there was a way?”

The sheets were ripped off next. Taz’s eyes went wide as they practically flew across the room.

“I can finally touch you like this,” Nighttide whispered and Taz smiled as her shadows flew over his fur like she had never been able to do before.

Taz moaned as she touched him everywhere and at the same time. He lost himself in the touch A feeling that went away suddenly when the shadow pulled back.

“W-what’s wrong?” Taz asked.

“I can't touch you again,” Nighttide replied sadly.

The stallion gasped as he realized that he had lost his concentration and his ability hindered Nighttide from touching him again. “Sorry, if I lose concentration it can extend again.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can't only direct and extend it, I think I can also control and pull it back.” Taz smiled as he tried to contain his ability again.

“This… This is amazing. And you’re doing this just for me,” Nighttide whispered and Taz felt a soft touch upon his lips, as if her shadow was kissing him.

No, not her shadow. She is kissing me, Taz thought with a smile.

“I think you deserve a special reward for this.” Nighttide purred and massaged his fur softly, touching every single spot on his body.

Taz almost lost his concentration in the dichotomy of cold and warmth. Her shadow, it was as all shadows, devoid of light. That of course made it a little cold. But her touch... it was warm and amazing. Her kiss? Even more so. He cooed in sheer delight as he felt her over him, as he felt her form fully encompass him.

Nighttide was as flowing water around her stallion. She found herself giddy in anticipation of what this would mean. She was around her stallion, all around him, caressing every inch of him with her shadow form.

In his mind’s eye, it was like portions of Nighttide materialized all around his body at the exact same time. Taz closed his eyes as he felt her hooves press against his back, as he felt small little bites trail over his neck, kisses plant themselves upon his lips; however, it was Nighttide’s tongue licking from his base, all the way up his sixteen-inch member that caused the stallion to moan in desire.

“Everything you could hope for?” the shadows asked.

“You’ve been everything and more, Nighttide,” the stallion replied.

The Shadows seemed to increase in temperature around his body. He felt something very familiar, and very wet at the tip of his dick, pressing down as her form took advantage of its free-flowing nature to pleasure him every way she saw fit.

Taz kept his eyes close. He knew there was nothing to see, but seeing wasn’t the point right now, feelings were everything. His eyes were useless while she was like this.

Not that he had a single thing to complain about.

I still don’t even know what you are, not really, but I don’t care either. You’re the love of my life and that’s all I need to know. Taz’s thoughts made him smile.

Somehow, it seemed as if she responded to what he thought. With his eyes closed, Taz felt what reminded him of her feathers lightly tickling the joints in his hooves, all four of them, front and back.

He almost lost the tentative grasp he had on his power when he felt—what could only—be Nighttide’s mouth lightly start to suckle on his balls, both of them at the same time.

“OH-MY-LUNA, this is amazing!”

“Glad you like it,” Nighttide replied.

He knew it wasn’t happening, not really, not unless Nighttide somehow gained about seven different mouths and was able to direct them at rather interesting angles. If he opened his eyes, he’d just see himself surrounded by a shadow cloud.

He kept his eyes closed. At least, as long as he could before he felt a strange, yet very familiar touch upon his dick.

“H-how?”

“No physical restrictions, remember?” Nighttide chuckled.

Before, it felt like her muzzle, her wonderful muzzle, now, now it felt like she was riding him. He had to resist the urge to buck his hips up, to try and take control to return the favor. The feeling… it was just, in a word, amazing.

He felt her sliding down his sixteen inches of stallionhood. She was going so bucking slow that it was driving her stallion mad. Every inch of him felt encompassed by her pussy, one that stayed tight; one that massaged each inch as it went deeper and deeper down his cock.

Not that Nighttide stopped her… other ministrations. All the while she kept nibbling on his neck, kissing his lips, suckling on both his balls. Like this, in this form, it was easy to apply exactly the feeling she wanted right where she wanted to apply it.

“O-oh my…” Taz grunted through her kisses.

“Now I know how to make you cum quick,” Nighttide smiled as she saw the all too familiar look upon his face. The two had learned together what each other liked, what set off their pleasure centers the best and knew how to take full advantage of it.

This… this was like somepony had hit the reset button on Taz’s. He felt like a virgin all over again, being manipulated by somepony far, far more experienced than him.

“I love you, Nighttide.”

The shadows smiled as she made it all the way down his cock. She brought them back up, paying special attention to the sensitive head while doing so. She loved every second of pleasing her stallion, every moan, every shiver, and every weakened breath was like music to her ears. It didn’t even matter to her that she was getting no pleasure in return. Her pleasure came from seeing him in pleasure.

Taz… didn’t feel the same. He was close and he knew it. This whole experience, it was something he wanted to duplicate a hundred, no, a thousand times over. But he’d be damned if he was the only one that was going to enjoy it.

When the time was right, when he felt her all the way down his shaft once again, Taz quickly sat up. Nighttide gasped at the stallion as he wrapped his hooves around the massive amount of shadows around his member and unleashed his power.

Nighttide materialized out of the shadows, right in his hooves, right on his dick. In a second, she was filled with sixteen inches. Her muzzle opened up to let out a cry of surprise and pleasure all at the same time. It was a cry that was stopped as Taz caught her lips with his own.

She moaned into his mouth as the stallion came.

The sensations, the taste, the bites, the licks, the pure pleasure, all of it, it all pushed him far, far over the edge. He had timed his maneuver just right, when he knew his orgasm was seconds away, he forced her to materialize so he could finish in his favorite place in the world: right inside of her.

Nighttide’s wings shot back as she felt hot stallion spunk suddenly shoot inside of her; one, two, three, four squirts, and more, right into her womb. She found her breath taken away, her forehead instantly perspiration, and her cries growing louder at the sudden onslaught of sensation.

Taz fell back, his energy spent, his orgasm one of the best in his young life. Nighttide realized that even though she wanted to fall as well, she simply couldn’t, not impaled on his cock as she was. Instead, she simply dropped her head to her chest, smiling. “Damn you.”

Taz started to chuckle at that. “Thought you had me, huh?”

Nighttide chuckled as well. “You know, you never fail to impress me.”

“May that day never come.”

With care, Nighttide lowered herself down to his chest, mindful not to make any sudden jerky movements due to the—rather large—object still inside of her. “I don’t think it’s possible.”

“You want to stay like this?” Taz asked amusingly.

“If I didn’t have to walk and actually do other things, I would always stay like this with you.” Nighttide grinned back.

“I agree,” Taz replied as he felt her head fall upon his chest. With one hoof he started to lightly stroke her mane. “What happened to all night long?”

“Nopony said we couldn’t take a rest every now and again. Give me a few moments and we’ll go again,” Nighttide cooed softly.

“Good. I lead this time,” Taz replied gently, but in a tone Nighttide knew meant that she was in for a real treat.

Starlight was awoken rather abruptly by a soft knocking sound. Blinking her eyes, she noticed that it was still dark outside, the only light coming from a small inch of the slightly open door. A door she was sure that she had closed before going to bed.

“Hello?” she asked.

The door slowly opened more, revealing a grey muzzle shoving itself inside, followed by a black and purple mane.

“Echoside, what do you want?” Starlight whispered, annoyed. “It’s the middle of the night!”

Echoside stepped in, glancing a worried gaze to Ana before approaching Starlight. “I know. We watch the night, remember? I wanted to deliver the gear… and…” the mare stopped.

“And what?”

She hung her head, surprising Starlight. “I also wanted to apologize.”

Starlight’s jaw hit the floor. She had expected rude, inconsiderate, or more of a smart-ass attitude. She hadn’t expected this.

“I’m sorry I was mean to you. It’s just… since the incident in Tartarus where we weren’t allowed to help, and then Luna turned, again… it’s too much for us. We’re the Night Guard, without Luna we’re… well... useless… without our friend… we’re nothing,” Echoside whispered, shocking Starlight with that revelation.

Starlight closed her eyes and concentrated on a spell. In a flash of purple, both Echoside and her were teleported outside of the mare’s room. She blinked three times to clear away the aftereffect. Echoside took slightly longer, unused to being teleported like that. “Echoside, you’re not useless, we still count on you, all of you to guard the night. Especially now that Luna’s not with us anymore.”

“I still feel bad for treating you like shit,” the mare sheepishly replied.

“Honestly, I was warned all bat-ponies were like that, glad to know you’re the exception.”

Echoside shot her a glare. “That’s funny, I was warned all princesses were stuck-up ponies, glad to know you proved it right.”

Starlight did something unexpected at that moment, something that gave Echoside a second’s pause: She laughed.

Echoside glared at her. “What’s so funny?”

Starlight grinned. “Nothing, I’m just messing with you.”

Echoside’s glare became a frown, and then a blush, and then anger. “Sweet Luna, and here I was trying to be nice!” She frowned, but caught herself before she made the situation worse. “I better go before I say something else.”

Starlight stood there, not knowing what to do as the mare turned and started to trot away. She didn’t know why, she didn’t understand why, but she really didn’t want Echoside to leave, not yet anyway. Without thinking, she moved and hugged Echoside, surprising the bat-pony.

“W-what in Luna’s name are you doing?” Echoside stammered.

“I’m giving you a hug, silly,” Starlight chuckled. The answer was obvious, why was a bit of a more… troublesome question.

Echoside squirmed away from the hug. “Ugh, are all cute princesses this bat-shit crazy?”

Starlight paused. “D-did you just call me… cute?”

Echoside froze upon that, completely. “I...I… I gotta go!” she quickly yelled and spread her leathery wings, taking off as fast as she could.

Starlight could only shake her head, perplexed at her own actions as her eyes trailed down Echoside’s body and to her black-armor plate cutie mark as she flew away. Somehow, Starlight knew that she would visit the bat-pony at the next opportunity. Starlight didn’t understand her own actions, her own thoughts, but something about that mare interested her; she just couldn’t get to the core of what it was.

But like any good scientist, she was determined to find out just what it was.

Author's Notes:

Echoside - Batwings and black armor-plate cutie mark