A/N: The following epilogue is optional, and contains a wedding night clop scene. It adds NOTHING to the story and is only for the perverted enjoyment of myself and any readers who might enjoy such things. (This is the first time I’ve ever written explicit clop, so feel free to comment afterward if you would.)

Twilight and the Spartan Stallion
Epilogue

The door of the library was thrust open by Spartan Shield’s massive hoof and he stepped inside. Twilight was sprawled out on his back, exactly as he’d asked. Bearing a Spartan Mare through the doorway of one’s home counted as getting married, in his eyes. They’d had a traditional ceremony, of course, but he’d very much looked forward to that moment. He smiled over his shoulder at her and she nickered a little, pecking his cheek. She closed the door by magic, locking it, and slowly slid off of his back onto her hooves. “Feel better?” she asked playfully.

“Tiz quieter here, I think the harlequin was having more fun than even we.” Spartan admitted with tired eyes. “You’re sure Spike will be okay for the evening?” he inquired, going and sticking his head into the fireplace. Blowing on some of the old ashes, he stuck a bit of paper in and tosses on three logs. A winter wedding was an unusual thing, it had been pretty cold coming out of the temple and heading over to the after-party—then from there to home. Spartan liked keeping their home nice and toasty (they had a verifiable ton of chopped wood and kindling, thanks to him).

“Yes. He’s staying over with the Apple family until tomorrow afternoon.” Twilight nodded a bit, taking the green, flowery laurels off of her head and setting them in the center table of the library. She’d gotten out of her wedding dress earlier, but she really liked the head piece so she’d kept it on all day. “He and the Cutie Mark Crusaders get along just fine.”

“Tiz could, I would hate to see you have to muffle your heated shrieks ‘neath me tonight.” Spartan said flirtatiously.
Twilight flushed, jumping when he gave her tail a playful tug. “Spartan!” she shrieked, but she was grinning a little wryly. Reaching out with her magic, she pushed him back just a bit and then started closing shutters all over the library. Spartan watched her go back and forth a little fretfully. Even on her wedding night, his little purple scholar had to have everything just so. Was that desk messy? She had to tidy it. Was the kitchen clean? She peered back and forth to make sure. Wait, that book was out of place! The sand-colored stallion rolled his eyes bemusedly, going briefly to the bedroom to remove his armor and wrappings. He’d had them buffed and shined for the wedding, and had worn them all night. He knew he’d gone native when, during the after-party, he’d actually complained to somepony that it felt a little constraining when he’d gone to dance with his new bride. While Twilight was fretting back and forth, pink in the cheeks and not sure how exactly she’d wanted the night to go, he went and put her laurels on his own head. Smiling when Twilight reared up to put a tome in its proper place, he rushed up behind her and invaded her personal space. “MYEEP?!” Twilight shrieked a little as he reared up behind her, pressing her lightly against the bookshelves.

“Will thou not pay thy husband some attention on your own wedding night, beloved?” He whispered heatedly in her ear. The warmth of his breath and the steadily increasing heat from the fireplace made her blush and shudder. “Or shall Starswirl the Bearded and the other philosophers bear witness to the loss of thy innocence?” he whispered erotically. Twilight let out a little gasping noise when he kissed her neck firmly, nuzzling the tenderest parts. The purple mare looked desperately at the display of books on the shelf, swallowing and shivering again. She pushed back against him so he wouldn’t try to mount her pressed up against the bookshelf. Giggling a little, she turned to nuzzle him up and down. The barrel-chested stallion purred like a kitten, deep down in his throat.

“I’m just nervous…” Twilight whispered with a giggling blush.

“Think thou I would merely pounce upon thee, roar like a lion and then fall asleep on our wedding night?” he said, cocking his head.

“…a little?” Twilight confessed, blushing. Of course there were no books on what Spartan Stallions were like in… such things. Their courting rituals were plain enough, but wedding nights… well… that was something else. She was just a little bit fearful of being on the receiving end of all his strength. She stole a glance at him and saw him smiling. “What?” she asked a little reproachfully.

“Come.” He whispered. “Over here, by the fire.” Pulling quilts off of the nearby couch, he folded it into a little nest and sat on it to wait for her. Twilight joined him, smiling and sitting too. The fire had grown nicely, and was the only light in the library. Purring softly, Spartan leaned and nuzzled her mane, leaving phantom kisses that made her shiver happily. Putting a slow arm around her and pulling her into romantic embrace. She looked up at him, giggling a little. “Upon thy back.” He whispered softly. She obeyed, slinking down to lay on her side in the thick nest of blankets. He lay next to her, and set in for less innocent kisses.

The velvet of his handsome, chisled muzzle pressed to her lips and she happily hooked her hooves around his neck. He drew slow, erotic circles on her chest and she let out a quiet moan. She’d much-expected him to just pounce on her during their wedding Ni-ahhh! He’d put his head and lips between her front legs, nuzzling his cheek and face against her. She held his head to herself, flushed and slowly growing aroused. Twilight’s hooves played with his scarlet mane, and she gave a soft giggle while he lorded himself over her with bedroom eyes. Nuzzling up, then down in slow, erotic movements he found himself at the pink of her belly, giving more kisses. She gave a few ticklish little shrieks, squirming a bit. She shuddered again, and he looked up at her. “S-Spartan…” she whispered, panting a little as she looked guiltily into his eyes. She’d never been treated like this, never so intimatel—YEEP! He’d started nibbling on her belly, just the softest parts of her, nodding up and down as he did so. “Oh Spartan…” she tilted her head back and looked over at the fire, just drinking in the warmth and the tingling feelings. She felt very… melty. Her tail tucked shyly to hide he sex, but he was working his way lower and lower as he savored her perky little body. Massive hooves travelling where they would, he nosed heavily at her teats with interest. She gave a flushed cry, just a little one.

“So sensitive, beloved…” he murmured into her belly, looking up at her with a heady expression. Hormones growing stronger and stronger, her caressed her most intimate places with his muzzle, playfully fighting with her tail for a bit. Sure enough, though, it was firmly tucked to hide her sex from him. Travelling back up so that they were eye to eye, he wanted more kisses. She giggled, wrapping herself up in him again. He’d found her ticklish places and more sensitive spots, ohhh…!

“Spartannn…” Twilight murred softly, her eyes soft and innocent. He kissed her once more, gracefully tasting her tongue and lips as gently as a whisp of wheat on a golden field. Her eyebrows bunched together as quiet, feminine desire began to well up in her. Her horn hummed quietly, flickering with an inner light. Little crackles of magic went up and down its length, which he didn’t notice at all. He was too busy with her face and lips.

“Turn over,” he whispered huskily, flushed with want. “Lift thy tail for me.” He lifted himself a bit so she could squirm and lay on her belly. Giving her mane a slight toss so she could see behind her, Twilight pulled an armload of blankets under her chest. Bashfully, her hips rose a bit as Spartan slowly slid across her into the dominant position.

Twilight felt herself clenching at nothing, the natural urge for male accompaniment gripping her sharp mind. It muddled her down into basic needs, feral desires. Her stallion. Hers. Strong and handsome and virile and allllll hers. She felt the heat in her face rising, and she looked meekly over her shoulder at him. He smiled coyly at her, stroking her hips with both of his giant hooves. She could already feel a certain something rising to the occasion and pressing mildly against her rump like a hot dog on a bun. “B… be gentle with me?” Twilight said in a very small, meek voice. She cast her eyes to one side, embarrassedly wondering if a Spartan Stallion had the capacity to be gentle in such things. She loved her husband very much, but wasn’t the first time supposed to hurt?

“H’ohh, Twilight…” he whispered softly, his eyes kind and warm. Much to Twilight’s surprise, the massive stallion did not pounce on her with all his fury. Instead he melted over her with all his warm, velvety weight like a heavy blanket. She was much smaller than he, and felt enveloped. She clung to the blankets beneath her, expecting to be crushed, but no—no there was a certain happy pressing between them to be had. She let out an unexpected but happy feminine sigh. He was so warm… his fur had been brushed too, ohhh it was nice and soft… she could feel his powerful muscles rippling gingerly over her as he found a nice way to spoon atop her. She laid her head down happily as he molded atop her like living putty.

Spartan Shield took his sweet, loving time with his new wife. She was such a slender, healthy thing. He’d learned her body in caresses, in kisses, in bashful nights that she’d invited him to spoon with her—but now they were married, and there were a few more things to learn. He was no virgin, but Twilight was no symposium mare. He loved her very much. “I shalt care for you, Twilight.” He whispered, gingerly grinding forward from his perch atop her. She let out a quiet little moan. “I know thou art giving up thy magicks to be with me, but I shall care for thee for all thy days, I swear it.” He pressed his lips into her mane. “My little solar mage.” He chuckled, looking at her with quiet bedroom eyes.

“Spartannn…” Twilight moan-giggled, turning her head to look at him with a flushed expression. “For the last time, I’m not a solar mage. I’m just a unicorn.” She snickered a little at his surprised face. “Me being naked has nothing to do wi—YEEEP!?” Her back arched like a bow and her eyes bugged out of her head, for he’d mounted her while she was speaking. “H’oh Spartan!” she cried out, squirming under him. She felt her innocence rip, and the stain of blood touched the quilt nest they lay on. The coppery scent touched the stallion’s nose, but he ignored it. Arching his back and holding her firmly, he hilted himself while she squirmed and whimpered.

“I was teasing, beloved.” He whispered heatedly in her ear. She gave a grumpy sort of pouty face, but gasped when he rushed forward again to hilt himself within her. She stuffed a hoof-full of blanket in her mouth to keep from crying out into the night, whimpering loudly. He gave pause while she got used to his size. She was slick with desire and heady love for her stallion, and he bowed his neck to nuzzle her lovingly. When at last her legs steadied themselves, her rear rose up a little more firmly against him. Smiling, he began to move within her.

The room, cast in orange and blacks because of the fireplace, was the only thing to bear witness to their lovemaking. They threw long, erotic shadows on the wall: A burly stallion who grunted with effort for each forward motion, and an open-mouthed mare who could only barely hold herself rigid to his powerful virility. Even her bangs flopped forward, over and over, with each solid motion. Stray wild magic arc’d back and forth down the length of her horn as something powerful began to well up inside her.

Spartan lay down upon her completely at last, resting his head on her withers and grunting audibly. Twilight whimpered happily, pressed into the blankets and gasping for air. The air grew heavy with heat, hormones, and luscious moaning as they shared one another. Twilight helplessly bit her lower lip, gasping now and then. Snorting hot air into her mane, Spartan went a bit faster, starting to ache with the feral need to spread his seed. “Twilight… *hah*… *hah*…” he was sweating a glorious, shiny sweat. The fire was too close, too hot for such things, but it kept their bodies slick and rubbing together in a glorious, erotic display.

“D-don’t stop,” Twilight could only lay ‘neath his powerful body and love him for it.

“T-turn over!” Spartan demanded suddenly, SHOVING her with his nose.

Twilight yelped when he pulled out of her and flung her upon her back. She looked up at him, flushed and embarrassed. Face-to-face?! They were going to be face-to-face!? Spartan knelt and pressed into her again, and suddenly she didn’t care which way he went anymore. She bounced against the sheets as he gave her all his strength and girth, wrapping her legs firmly around him. There would be no more shifting around, he had a sacred duty to fulfill, and that was filling her! Gritting her teeth and furrowing her brow in growing sexual distress, Twilight moaned long and loud. The slap-slap-slap of his sack to her rump promised her foals, promised her a family and a very happy happily ever after. The sort every mare dreamed off—a home and a husband and foals and OHGODSYESSSS!

Twilight’s horn suddenly arc’d magic across the room and the table exploded into shards of wood. Her eyes went a sterile sort of white, but Spartan saw the new wave of magick coming and held her down with all his strength. The next blast of magic went out the window, blowing it out and turning the sapling outside into a flamingo lawn decoration. A silvery, glittering sort of stickiness sprayed out across the floor before evaporating into nothing. The erotic display caught Spartan’s gaze, but only briefly before he returned to his wife. Twilight whimpered in embarrassment, burying herself in his great, warm barrel chest. She’d never magiculated before, not even as a self-serving sort of--- she felt Spartan shudder, and she quickly came back to his attention. She clung to him, and instinct told her his time was close.

Spartan cried out, arching his back into her and burying himself more deeply than ever before. Twilight clung to him as he was pushed over the edge and gave a great shout of sexual release! His whole beautiful, muscled frame shivered as his seed flowed forth. The purple mare clung to him, shyly smiling with a flushed expression. She’d read books, so many books that described this sort of feeling. Nopony had ever come close to it. Riding his sexual high for a few long, precious moments, the stallion shivered and looked down at her tiredly.

Doing her best to guide him so she wouldn’t be crushed, Twilight brought her husband down to lay beside her. He rushed her into his embrace, purring loudly in satiation. They embraced, lavishing eachother with slow, deep, messy kisses-- the kind only lovers can share post-coitous. Panting and resting with one another’s bodies for comfort, they were quiet for a long time. “Oh Spartannn…” Twilight mewled softly, feeling sticky and content in a way she’d never been before. He petted her lovingly, smiling in a quiet and tired way. She rested her head on his chest, listening to his heart.

“I love thee, Twilight Sparkle.” Spartan whispered, pulling the blankets up to cover them both. Twilight coo’d softly, saying the same of him. They made love twice more before exhaustion claimed them, and the fire never died for all of their years together.

"Oh... Spartan Shield..."

THE END