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“WHAT IN THE NAME OF SOL WAS THAT?!”

The boat was still rocking, and the size of the beast was obviously very concerning. Endymion looked where he had seen the spine sticking out of the water. It stood at least twelve feet, and it looked like it was attached to a slender neck. That meant whatever it was in the water was obviously huge.

“I think that was the Fish God.”

Blossomforth, who looked like she was ready to take off in a moment’s notice went to looking around, “Fish God?”

Endymion nodded, “Some of the older fisherponies talked about it. They said it’s a huge sea serpent that’s been living in this lake for ages. They said that it only seems to come out every generation or so.”

The boat began to settle, for just a moment, before it rocked again hard. It felt like it ran aground, and Blossomforth ended up falling against Endymion, her half top sliding up over her breasts, both landing on his bare chest. In that moment Pinkie Pie wasn’t just staring daggers, her fists were balling up. She was practically seething, and her normally curly hair had began to straighten out. She began to walk over when a giant shadow covered them. She looked toward it, seeing the head of a huge sea serpent. It opened its mouth, revealing two foot long fangs, and it let out a deafening roar, followed by a stream of exceptionally hot water. Endymion turned the boat, trying to get it away, and he looked back at the creature.

“We’re gonna need a bigger boat.”

He looked at Applejack who stared back at him.

“We are, that thing is huge,” Applejack said as if she was pointing out the blatantly obvious.

The serpent seemed to chase them, until they were within a hundred feet of the small family port that Twilight’s family used. Pulling up they latched the ship to the port, and they watched as the serpent dove back under the water. In a few moments it was gone, seemingly happy that they were no longer intruding on its territory.

Endymion looked at the other docks and ports around them. Damaged and unused ships sat. Fisherponies that had worked this lake for generations seemed lost, hopeless, and he shook his head. He couldn’t stand for it.

“AJ, how do you feel about us really going fishing?”

She looked at him, “What?”

“We get our weapons, we go back out, and we attack the next time,” he said.

“I agree that something must be done. It is harming the economy here,” Fluttershy said.

“Why not leave it alone?”

They looked at Blossomforth who hadn’t fixed her half shirt. She was standing, mostly topless, seemingly uncaring that they were looking at her.

“Seriously, why not just leave it alone? You don’t know if there’s a reason that it’s doing what it’s doing. Maybe there’s more to the story.”

Fluttershy didn’t want to agree with her. She was a hussy, that much was certain, and she was certain that if given the chance she’d try to seduce Endymion right into her bed. But even though she was certain of all of that about that mare she knew she could be right. That sea serpent could be upset for reasons they didn’t know or see.

“I…. I can talk to it.”

Endymion looked at her, “What?”

“I can talk to it. I can talk with animals, I understand them, and they understand me. Maybe it will tell me what’s wrong.”

“While I don’t doubt yer ability, Shy,” AJ said, “Ah’m wonderin’ how ya go about it? Assumin’ we can get it ta hold still a moment.”

“I was thinking on just that,” Endymion said, “Twilight, would there be some kind of spell we could use to hold the wee beastie in place? Without harming it?”

Twilight looked lost in thought for a moment, then she replied, “There- might be? I know there’s a book or two in the villa library that might help out. Though, I’m unsure if I can cast them. These are very complex arcane rituals with precise incantations, ritual circles, herbal potions…”

“I think we get it Twi,” Dash pouts, “they’re tough spells. But can you do them?”

“Well, I think so,” Twilight said, unsure, “I would need quite a lot of help.”

“Well, you got me,” Endymion stated, which earned him a roll of the eyes and a groan from his bride-to-be, then Fluttershy said, “maybe I can help?”

“I didn’t know Sol Priestesses could cast magic,” Blossomforth said, “is that something they can do?”

“It’s to something we advertise openly,” Fluttershy retorted, “Sol gives us strength when we pray, which in turn allows a Sol Priestess or Priest to perform miracles. Sometimes, it verges on magic.”

“I’ve seen Shy use a blasting curse before,” Dash adds, “trust me, a Sol Priestess is no wilting flower or shrinking violet. If she says she can help, she can.”

“The only question left is,” Endymion states, “is how do we provoke the ‘fish god’ back up from the depths?”

“Ah think I may have a solution fer that,” AJ said.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in preparation. Applejack, for all her folksy charm and country mannerisms, was actually quite the little chemist. She directed Twilight and Dash in the making of a substance she said could “blow flounders out from the seafloor.” Sure enough, when Endymion was sent to test a batch of the substance in a small length of pipe, the resultant explosion shook the lakefront and dozens of fish from deeper in the lake popped up, dead.

While it wasn’t the sort of sporting Endymion preferred, it did short work of dinner. That night, after the kitchen was cleaned of all the bomb making materials, the Twilight Family chef prepared a feast of fish. For AJ and Pinkie Pie, it was there first time eating it. Twilight and her family had it sparingly, claiming it was a delicacy. Blossomforth, Dash, and Fluttershy, on the other hand, tucked in without any reservations. Dash explained that Pegasi can eat seafood, especially those that live on the sea or on coastal shores.

Dinner was a relaxing affair all the same, and when it was over, AJ and Dash set themselves up to make a few more larger bombs, this time in the boat shed in lieu of making another kitchen disaster. Blossomforth was offered a guest room which she gladly took. (Although Twilight and Pinkie were less than appreciative of the way the mare’s plot shimmied as she ascended the stairs. Though it seemed Endymion never noticed.) Velvet and Nightlight retired to the master bedroom while Endymion and his mares took residence in Twilight’s old room. Given the events of the day and how fulfilling dinner was, there would be no hanky panky tonight. (Endymion was also leery of engaging in coitus with his future in laws so near.)

The sound of the headboard striking the wall over and over again echoed through the room, the throaty moans were loud and exquisite. The sloshing sound accompanied was just as good. Endymion cocked an eyebrow as Pinkie Pie made the headboard of the bed bounce off of the way, let out saucy and seductive moans, and plunged her fingers into a gelatin mold that she had pulled from literally thin air. He was about to say something when she hitched her moan, making it sounded like she was in the middle of a very impressive rutting, and then just for added flavor she batted her eyelashes at him, “Stick it in my tailhole Endy!”

He hadn’t wanted his future in-laws to know that he was rutting their little girl. He certainly didn’t want them to think that hanky panky was going on, and he was too tired from the fantastic meal to question Pinkie’s antics. He was too tired, but Twilight wasn’t.

“Pinkie! What are you doing?” Twilight asked in a hushed whisper.

Pinkie giggled, gave another winded moan, and leaned toward Twilight, “Blossomforth is on the other side of the wall, listening, and I’m letting her know that Endy is our stallion.”

Twilight looked at her, looked at the wall, back at her, and then at Endy, “Oh SOL! ENDY! RUT ME HARDER! OH! I’M YOUR PERSONAL LITTLE WHORSE!”

He looked at Twilight, rolled his eyes, and watched as she went all out while Pinkie made the bed bounce. He watched as they continued their little act for a bit longer, and then slowly, they stopped. The both of them looked pleased, and Endymion moved toward the bed.

“I so don’t look forward to breakfast.”

“Why?”

He looked Twilight in the eyes, seeing her sweet, and caring nature there, “Because I’m going to have to explain to your parents that we’re….”

“Rutting, like animals in heat?”

He just nodded.

“Mom and Dad already know.”

His eyes which were close to closing suddenly shot open, “What?”

“They already know. I told them, a while back, before the announcement party, And they approve. Mom’s one request is that we give her grandfoals, lots of them, but to take our time doing it.”

He looked at the ceiling, trying to imagine what Twilight said to her parents. Part of her wondered if her dad, if Nightlight, had a mild panic attack when he found out that his daughter was currently engaged, and rutting, the crown prince. Sleep, as needed, and wonderful as it would have been, was gone. It wasn’t even an option. He couldn’t get it out of his head that his future in-laws knew that they were all three engaging in lewd sexual acts. Were they really okay with him sticking in their daughter’s tailhole? Did she go into that with them? Oh Sol… Did her mother tell her tricks to get through it without pain? He felt himself starting to hyperventilate, or he was until he felt his cock being freed from its prison, and soft lips kissing it. He looked to see Pinkie Pie, innocently looking at him, before she suckled the head of his semi hard cock into her mouth. He let out a soft moan before he heard a thumping from above them. He looked up at the ceiling, seeing the hanging gas light fixture swaying slightly from the sound of the thumping.

“What in Tartarus?”

“Nggh! Oh Sol! S...Sol Damn….”

“Shhh, dear, we don’t want our daughter to hear do we?”

Twilight Velvet looked over her shoulder at her husband. His cock was currently in her tailhole, a gift from Bad Gryphon for her birthday was currently in her snatch, and she was getting double teamed by her husband and a fake phallus. The look she gave him wasn’t sexy, it wasn’t love lorn either, she was giving him the most baleful glare she could.

“Our Daughter… Oh Sol! Didn’t… Gentle!” Seem to… Oh FECK SAKE THAT’S DEEP! CaaaaAAAAAARREEEEEEE!”

Twilight Velvet bit the pillow, her screams and moans going into it. She felt Nightlight picking up the pace, his cock virtually destroying her poor tailhole. Usually he was the one that liked plot play, but tonight she wanted to give him hers. Slowly it dawned on her that Nighty’s wonderful cock might have been better in her pussy, where it belonged, and a smaller toy in her plot. Something about the size of a finger, maybe, but now it was too late.

At least he was actually being gentle. She considered it destroying her poor tailhole, but he wasn’t. Before they married she’d dated an earth pony. He was a good sort, really he was, but they both knew that her dating him was to piss her family off. She was being rebellious, and he was getting to bed a noble’s daughter. She tried to remember his name, Apple something or another. ‘Baldwin’ she thought before she let loose a crying moan. Nighty wasn’t content to merely thrust into her, but he had began pulling her hips into his thrusts, The false phallus was now alternating with him, and she she felt so dirty.

“Whose plot is this?”

“Y...Yours!”

“When do I get it?”

“W...When Oh Sweet Merciful Sol! When you want it!”

“I’m… I’m…”

“Not yet! I’m almost there! Just a little more!”

She began to thrust her hips toward him, the false phallus was frantic now, she was being filled, and she was a dirty naughty little filly, and she was his, all his. He pulled her hard against him, and she let out a deafening moan, her entire body shook, and she clenched down on his cock. She felt him explode into her tailhole. She went slack, her entire body just went limp.

“Oh sweet Sol, that was awesome.”

Nighty laid down behind her, pulling her up to his chest and holding her there.

“Mmmm, think they heard us?”

She giggled, “I know they did…”

Twilight’s Old Room

Endymion stared up at the ceiling, his brow arched up so high, it nearly touched his maneline. Pinkie and Twilight also looked at the ceiling; one mare surprised by the elder couple’s enthusiasm, the other mildly horrified to learn that her parents were indeed sexual beings. The three looked at other after a brief moment of pause.

“Did- did this just turn into a competition?” Endymion asked.

“My mother- does have a competitive streak,” Twilight answered, “but I didn’t think Mom would-”

“It’s okay, Twilight,” Pinkie said, “my Ma and Pa still do it. Everypony does it! It’s a natural thing.”

“I’m kinda with Twilight on this,” Endymion stated, “if I found out that Mom was banging some stallion and I overheard it, I might be traumatized quite a bit.”

Twilight mused over this for a brief while, then said, “I never did tell Mom and Dad just how long Endy could last…”

“Oh,” Endymion said, smirking, “you girls wanna go from dress rehearsal to stage performance?”

“Why not?” Pinkie shrugged, “I mean, I do love your frosting, Endy, and I know Twilight loves it, too. And even after all that happened today, I would love to feel you fill me with frosting…”

Endymion adopted a shocked look, though, knowing her stallion like she did, Pinkie knew well enough that this was a feigned emotion. She then saw the sultry smirk that spread through his lips; his eyes took on a sparkle, the kind she knew was a harbinger of great mischief. She loved that smile; it was the simple gesture of promise that her stallion showed when he was just as aroused as she was. Twilight had to learn all of Endy’s little cues, but she would learn.

“So,” Endymion cooed, “who wants to go first?”

Now Twilight was clued in…

“Let me,” the unicorn mage said, “I want to show my mother and father just how loving a stallion you are.”

Endymion nodded, adding, “How do you want?”

“Well,” Twilight began, “I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind doing it buffalo style.”

“Buffalo style?” Endymion asked, “Isn’t that the one where the heifer mounts the steer?”

Twilight nods enthusiastically, “You won’t believe how often I’ve gotten myself off to the illustration that the Saddle Sutra has for that position.”

“Oh, I’ve got an idea,” Endymion retorted, “well, I’m still primed and ready. And you, Twily?”

“I’m always ready,” Twilight said with a deep hunger in her voice.

Endymion lay back down on the mattress, bracing his back against the headboard. Meanwhile, Twilight straddled Endymion’s hips, positioning herself carefully before plunging down on her stallion’s spire. The two lovers gasp as they connect, Endymion closing his eyes and Twilight arching her back. Pinkie sidles up to the two, her bounteous assets resting on Endymion arms. The pink mare takes to kissing the crown prince’s neck, further exciting him.

At the exact same time, Twilight begins to bounce atop of Endymion. Her Kegel muscles start to squeeze on Endymion’s pride. This elicits further sensation from the lavender mare, a tingling that is the promise of an orgasm. Twilight shows that she is also a being of subtle control, as she changes the pace of her thrusting, sometimes speeding up and sometimes slowing down. Then there are times when she stops completely, letting her internal musculature do the work for her; the groans this action produces from Endymion are worth the soreness Twilight knows she’ll experience come morning. When she resumes her bouncing again, she loses herself in a world altering climax; she was never a squirter when she was with Written Script, but the splash of her liquids tells her she just came all over her husband.

Endymion doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he takes his once idle hands and places them on Twilight’s cutie marks. This draws a deep moan from Twilight that even the most powerful sound dampening charm could not filter out. She shudders at his touch, the delightful electricity of his nimble yet strong fingers lights her nerves on fire. Another orgasm is on the cusp, so she draws closer to her stallion and gives my a soul searing kiss. The activity causes her passage walls to constrict on Endymion’s member. Another climax, as powerful as the first, ripples through her, another squirt of her juices joins the first splash and Endymion neither knows nor cares. Instead, he pulls her closer, gasping as they part from their kiss to breath, then he latches onto her again.

Pinkie, who had been kissing up and down all the reachable parts of Endymion’s neck, is now leaving little love bits up and down every inch of exposed skin she can reach. She already feel the telltale heat in her loins and the wetness in her crotch as signs of deepening arousal. She will wait, though, until her Edny is done with Twilight. She is quite enjoying the show, especially the way Endymion’s taught stomach flexes and contracts as he struggles to rein in his climax. The show of control is as mesmerizing as Twilight’s bobbing breasts as she rides Endymion toward another climax.

Another throaty moan, another splash of liquids, and Twilight reels as another orgasm rips through her center. She is starting to feel flagged, her breathing growing more shallow as she continues to ride Endymion. She knew he had stamina to last for days and she had seen it when he and Pinkie would go on marathon sex sessions, but she never thought she would get to experience that. Now that she was, her expectations were being blown out of the water. She didn’t know how much longer she could last herself, even as she felt Endymion’s erection begin to twitch deep within her. But she could feel one more climax approaching; the euphoria of the last three were undoing any alertness she once had and her thighs were burning from overexertion.

Just when she thought she just might collapse, Endymion groaned, she felt his member twitch violently like a second frightened heartbeat, and then there was a deluge of his fluids filling her up. She could her womb flooding with precious seed and what didn’t fill her up spilled back down her passage and seeped out of her labia. She couldn’t stop the climax that tore through her if she tried. Even though she was trying to be quiet, the scream she emitted as she came was heard all across the villa. Her spine had lightning coursing through it, her horn ignited and sparks flew from the tip; her entire body shuddered in response as she was filled, over and over by Endymion’s juices.

No longer focused on physical exertion, Twilight collapsed atop of Endymion, her body thoroughly spent. She gasped as the dregs of her last orgasm pulsed through her; she could still feel Endymion’s pride pulsing within her core, the last ebbs of his climax still pouring out.

“Oh, Endy,” she whispered, “you are amazing.”

Then Twilight promptly passed out.

“Twily?” Endymion queried, prodding a now unconscious unicorn, “Wow. Stick a fork in her, she’s done.”

“Wow, Endy, I didn’t know you could make a mare pass out like that!” Pinkie exclaimed, “Me next, me next!”

Gently, Endymion turned over, laying Twilight to the side. He slid out of her, and the massive amount of their juices were evident. He could see how it was leaking out of her, slowly but surely. He kissed her, smiled, and turned toward Pinkie Pie who had a sultry and devilish grin on her face. She leaned toward him, her lips touching his own. He could smell cotton candy and musk so thick that it was palpable.

He felt her hands on his chest, moving down, finding his cock, and she began to stroke him. Sensitive didn’t even begin to express how he felt. He was beyond sensitive, and everything that Pinkie was doing was only making that point stand out crystal clear. He felt her soft hands gliding up and down his cock with ease. She kissed down him, her lips finding his hardening cock, and she kissed the tip, flicking her tongue against it, and then she pulled it into her waiting mouth.

Endymion had learned, after their first experience, that Pinkie Pie was exceptionally good at this. He’d never tell Twilight that her doing this wasn’t good, or wasn’t appreciated, because they were good, and most certainly were appreciated, but even her magic jobs paled in comparison with Pinkie’s wonderful attentions. He watched as Pinkie blinked coyishly at him. Her soft blue eyes feigning the innocence she both possessed and didn’t possess.

Her cheeks intermittently bulged on one side and then the other before she started taking him deeper, right up to the back of her throat. He moaned as he felt his cock slip into her throat for a moment, tears appeared in her eyes, for just a moment, and then pulled back, gasping before doing the same again. Soon he felt himself going deeper, and Pinkie could feel his cock going into her throat, causing her to swallow on reflex, and she loved it. She tasted Twilight, she tasted him, and she wanted him, but she wanted him to stuff her full, not fill her like this.

She finally pulled back, looking at his massively hard cock, the purplish head throbbing along with the shaft, and she turned around flicking her tail. He didn’t need any more invitation, and she felt him push into her. Her marehood was being filled, she felt him bottom out in her and she let out a little gasp.

“Oh Sol Pinkie…”

She pulled forward and then slammed back, causing him slam hard into her. He matched her, his tempo matching her own, each time they came together her flank jiggled, her breasts bounced, and she felt the fullness of her husband inside of her. She felt his hands reaching down, finding her breasts, and she was lifted up, their pony style changing just slightly.

“Fill me. Oh Sol Endy, Pop my Pinata, stuff my party cannon, wreck my pie!”

He did everything she asked. The thrusts were what she wanted, hard, fast, and energetic. She’d been hoping for this, and right now, this was exactly what she needed and wanted. Heat had settled, and was gone, but this was exactly what she needed. She felt him move to where her hands were resting on the bed, then her elbows, and finally she was lying flat against the bed, her rump in the air, and he was giving it to her as hard as she could handle.

Endymion grinned as he remembered a small trick, and he pulled her tail. Pinkie cried out, an ear piercing orgasm that erupted through her, echoed throughout the villa, and made her clench down on him. He pulled almost out, thrust back into her and he felt her kegel muscles flexing around his cock, milking him, and no longer able to stand it, he came hard into her. She breathed out hard, her body collapsing in a heap. He laid down beside her, hugging her tightly.

Slowly they repositioned themselves, Endymion taking the center of the bed, Pinkie taking one side, and he felt Twilight turn and snuggle against the other. Slowly the events of the day began to melt away, and soon the three of them began to slip into slumber. Not a one of them cared that Twilight’s parents had heard every moan, every gasp, every cry of pleasure. All that mattered was that the three of them were comfortably resting together together.

The smile on Pinkie’s and Twilight’s faces were ones hard to miss. They were the smile of somepony that had been rode hard and put away wet. The fact that Blossomforth seemed to have a hard time exactly looking them in the eye only made them smile brighter. Still, the Pegasus took another look at Endymion. And it was obvious that she wondering if he really was the kind of sex god that his mares moans and cries seemed to indicate that he was.

The glances didn’t escape Pinkie Pie, but they weren’t bothering her as badly either. The fact that she was having to walk a little funny this morning only meant that she was going to be a very good mood for quite some time. Twilight looked up at her parents, and her mother was glancing at her soon to be, although already was to her, husband.

“It sounded like you had an interesting night,” Twilight Velvet said.

Twilight grinned and nodded, “A little.”

Her mother grinned and sipped some coffee, “No dear, a little would be like our unexpected guest. One of the servants found her sheets positively soaked. It seemed that she got off while listening to all of you,” she sipped her coffee again, “But you, you got bred, for hours. Then your herd mate got bred for hours. The fact that either of you are able to talk is only testaments to your breeding.”

Twilight’s face grew flushed and her mother smiled. Her father put down the morning paper and looked at his daughter, “To be honest I’m a little jealous. Your stallion was up for quite a while satisfying the both of you. I used to believe that I wasn’t a slouch in the area, but from the sounds of it… I could stand to work my stamina.”

“Dad!”

He grinned, “Sweetheart, you know us, and you know what we’re like. We’ve always encouraged you and Shiny to talk openingly to us. Trust me… Cadence has talked very openingly to us,” he shook his head, “Not that I mind, but lets say that we’re both very glad the wedding is happening when it’s happening.”

“Ummmm, why?

Twilight Velvet stretched and popped her back, “Because, there’s a very real chance with all that Shining and Cadence has been doing, and all that you’ve been doing, that we’re most likely going to have a grandfoal. Now, it wouldn’t bother us if it happened out of wedlock, but we know that most foals that are born out of wedlock are often mercilessly teased by some of the nobility. That’s the last thing we want for any of our grandfoals, and for either of you.”

Twilight looked at them and then at the table, “I didn’t even think about that.”

Twilight Velvet softly grasped her daughter’s hand and held it, “It’s okay sweetheart, most wouldn’t in your situation. But it is a very real, and very ugly part of life. The nobility is already angry over this wedding. There is several foalish nobles crying out that our family is unfairly being given the chance to specifically woo royalty. It is completely inaccurate, and of course wrong, but it doesn’t change the fact that they are still feeling that way.”

“Why would they?”

Nightlight stood, groaning a little as he did, “Because most of them don’t see it as love, but as a power play. I fear that their foals feel the same way, and mostly because they’ve been brought up in such rigid and loveless conditions.”

Twilight Velvet nodded, “That poor Bitters filly, she’s a neurotic mess. The best thing that could have happened to her was moving to Dodge Junction. From what I’ve heard she’s actually met a very nice Pegasus colt. Her mother has just been going on and on about how she’s sullied the blood lines.”

Twilight looked like she had been slapped, “What?! How… How could they think that?”

Nightlight looked at her and shook his head, “Twily, there are a lot of nobles that only had children for a chance at greater power. It’s terrible, and horrible, but it is the truth. I despise it, but it doesn’t stop them from doing that. Princess Luna has tried to use her Magic Academy as a way of reaching their foals and helping them. Sometimes it works, other times it doesn’t.”

With that Twilight hugged both of her parents, glad to know that they didn’t look down on her herd, her upcoming marriage, or her herd mates.

Once more the boat was sailing, once more there was a full crew, and this time Twilight’s parents had even come along. Once they made it to the middle of the lake the water went completely still. Endymion held ready, unsure of what was going to happen. He breathed in, held it, and waited. At any moment they would be seeing the giant sea serpent, and when they did he wanted to be ready. That moment came quickly. The entire boat rocked hard, feeling almost like they had ran aground again, and then the head of the sea serpent rose from the depths.

It roared at them, and they moved to avoid the spray of boiling hot water. Twilight focused herself, and unleashed a spell that held the giant beast in place. The strain was hard, terrible, then she felt Endymion join her in the casting. Fluttershy brought to bear her blessings from Sol and once the creature was secured, she flew toward the creature. She looked back at her friends, and she hoped that she could get some kind of answer that would make sense.

“Why are you trying to sink the ships?”

It growled at her, trying to move, but Fluttershy’s resolve was hardened, “No, you talk to me now, why?”

“Dry beasts steal my baby,” the sea creature spoke, “take her! She was curious, came up to watch the wooden fish, and they steal her from me. I won’t let anyone take another.”

“Oh… Oh no…” Fluttershy whimpered, “Do you know which one?”

“No, all wooden fish look the same from bottom. Want her back.”