The winner of the eighth match, an earthpony, limped out and headed back to the rest of the group. Endymion watched, and he knew that the mare that just left the fight area was going to be picked off quickly. There wasn’t time to rest, to relax, and instead the fighting began again almost immediately.

Rainbow watched Endymion and grinned as she held an open bag. “Fillies and gentlecolts, place your bets right here! Take a chance and decide on which fighters will come out ahead!”

A stallion looked at the fighters in the area, placed a hundred bit bet on Skyblaze, and grinned. Soon several more were placing bets and Rainbow was more than happy to take them. She watched as the matches went by, and inwardly she was cheering Endymion on. Especially since she was convincing ponies to bet against him. She waited until pretty much everypony had placed their bets, and she let them get good and interested in the fights again. Taking a chance she snuck off back into the arena, looking for a good place to settle down, watch the fight, and make a break for it in case Endymion ended up losing.

As she traveled through the twists and turns of the maintenance halls she heard the sound of two ponies talking. She neared the voices and kept lowered down. Looking inside she saw the masked Minotaur from earlier, and a Pegasus that she had seen in the crowd. He didn’t look familiar, not in the slightest, and he had a thick Las Pegasus accent.

“Okay, so, you win this thing, and I’ll be greetin’ ya up there by Filthy Rich and that wife of his. Now, I know he’s worth a ton of bits, more than what little trinket he’s giving to you anyway, and we take her. Just hold her head in those arms, threaten to snap it off if anypony comes close, and we leave.”

“How do we get the money?”

“Dragonfire mail. I’ve got it all worked out. Three Magical batteries, straight from that trinket, will power a dragonflame mailer enough to send us wherever we want to go. We set it, activate it, and kick the mailer before it finishes sending us. We get a trip to Las Pegasus while they’re in the dark, we collect her ransom, and then we either kill her or sell the whorse to somepony who likes sticking up a snooty mare’s tailhole.”

Dash got up, slowly, and began sneaking away. Her bit bag was heavy, but she had to make sure it made no noise. The last thing she wanted to alert those two. When she was far enough away she made a line directly toward AJ. She let her in on what was happening and AJ looked at the fight.

“It depends on the Minotaur winning. I have to admit, I don’t think that’s going to happen. Endymion might not be fighting with a specific discipline, but he’s more than proved himself,” she smiled, “But let’s move over toward Filthy anyway. Twilight, do you mind letting him know?”

Twilight nodded, and made her way to the bottom of the arena, “Endymion!”

He walked toward her, “Huh?”

“Endymion, somepony is going to try to kidnap Filthy Rich’s wife.”

She explained what Rainbow Dash did, and he grinned, “Then I won’t lose. I’ll win this thing. Besides, I’m fighting that blow hard.”

He pointed to Skyblaze, and she watched as he stepped into the fighting area with him. Endymion felt the now cracked and nearly broken stone floor below him. He could see the way that Skyblaze was sneering at him. Right off the bat he knew that Skyblaze was going to go for an aerial attack, and he waited until they shouted begin before he jumped catching Skyblaze off guard.

The Pegasus noble was expecting him to want to brawl on the ground, not jump up after him, and Endymion didn’t go for his legs, or his waist, he went straight for his tail. Skyblaze let out a very unnoble like moan as his wings collapsed and he fell to the ground. He’d never told anypony that he liked that. It was so… wrong to want somepony to pull your tail, and this filthy mud pony wannabe was daring to touch his noble person in such a casual way!

He finally elbowed Endymion, who in turn tackled him, slammed his head hard against Skyblaze’s own head, and caused the fighter to shake his head viciously. The fighting then began to change. Skyblaze wasn’t going to use the air to beat this bald monkey, he’d beat him here, on the ground. They grappled, punched, threw each other, and it wasn’t until Endymion landed a perfect punch on Skyblaze’s muzzle that the noble went down. And for added measure, Endymion directed a blow to the noble's crotch. The crowd gave a sympathetic groan in response, then they roared with laughter as Skyblaze writhed in pain.

"A low blow for a low blow," Endymion said, his victorious smirk spreading across his face.

Twilight watched the entire match, she saw Endymion’s body glisten with sweat, his muscles bunching and working together. She felt so aroused, her need so heavy, and she seriously considered going and finding a place where she could take care of herself. She thought about it, but she had to watch him. That’s when she felt somepony sit beside him.

“Hi Twilight,” Pinkie said as she smelled Twilight’s arousal again.

“Pinkie, h..hi.”

She looked at her friend, moved her hand out, and found Twilight’s own. She took it, “You know, I’m not against it.”

Twilight looked at her, confused, and Pinkie continued, “Really, I’m not. I mean for one we’re about as close as anypony can be. Anytime you’ve stuck a cooler up your friend’s hoo haa, well, you’re basically as close as you can get.”

As Twilight blushed heavily, Pinkie added, “So, I’m not against this. But you’re going to have to be the one to bring it up.”

“How?”

With a wink, Pinkie simply stated, “You’ll figure it out.”

She looked down at him, watching him fight, and then watching him knock Skyblaze out. Pinkie was right, she’d figure it out, she wanted to. The matches continued, and Endymion fought the large Minotaur. She was spellbound by his actions, by how powerful he was, and she desperately wanted to feel those arms around her, holding her, his cock buried inside of her.

The ending came too soon, Endymion had caught the bull minotaur by the horns, using the bull’s own momentum against him, and flipped him over onto his back. The action actually knocking the minotaur out. Her friends caught the would be foalnapper that planned on taking Spoiled Rich, and Endymion, Endymion won the statue.

The group left, and Endymion felt Pinkie’s hands rubbing his back and shoulder. She stopped, got up, kissed him, and promised to be right back. In the door Twilight was looking at the floor.

“Endy.. I… I want to ask you something.”

She looked and felt nervous. This wasn't her first time, and it wasn't his either, but that didn’t stop the anxiety that Twilight felt. She felt sad, really sad, that it wasn't going to be an experience they could share together. She was feeling a mite depressed that she had allowed another to take her innocence, when she longed for the stallion that resided just on the other side of that bedroom door.

She'd given her virginity away because she wanted to know what sex felt like, and while Written Script was a good stallion, he just didn't have that connection she wanted. The whole affair didn’t last as long as she hoped and it was more painful than she anticipated. Sure, she had some help from the “marital aids” she snuck out of her mom’s super-secret bottom drawer, but it didn’t help. And Written Script had been gentle, too…

The intercourse was fine, but it was lacking. The intimacy she was expecting or the mind altering orgasm Cadence had told her about. (She really needed to lay off those “Princess Bridal” books.) Endymion had actually given himself to a pony he felt a deep connection with. Pinkie had become his first, and he'd become hers. They shared the connection that she had dreamed about, desired, and never had the courage to go through with.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked to see the pink mare. She wore a big, bright smile on her muzzle and her eyes shined with glee. Twilight knew from previous experience that Pinkie lived to see ponies happy. Right now, the Roamani mare was doing her best to see Twilight be happy with Endymion. A better friend, Twilight could never have.

"Oh, Twilight,” Pinkie beamed, “Stop being a Silly Filly McSillypants and go get your stallion!"

She giggled nervously, "He's yours, too, you know."

A wide smile crossed Pinkie's face, "Yepperoni he is, but for right now, he's yours. He loves you too Twilight, now let him make you feel better about being you."

Twilight was about to ask what she meant, but Pinkie pushed her into the room. She stumbled, hitting the door jamb with her heels and Endymion caught her. His sinewy arms were warm on her coat and steel hard. She practically melted into his embrace. She looked up at him, her eyes still nervous, but filled with hope. His smile, warm and inviting, destroyed the majority of her worries.

"Twily..."

The blush that formed on her face by that diminutive made her feel hotter than she already was, but she welcomed the heat. She kissed him, her larger tongue moving into his mouth, tasting him for the first time. She hadn’t imagined the sharp cuspids or jagged bicuspids in his dentation, but they aroused even more than his nude form. She pulled back, and looked at him. They were supposed to be at the Gala, they were supposed to be greeting ponies, but instead her dress fell off of her shoulders.

To be honest, she felt inadequate. She was never as comfortable with her figure as Lyra or Twinkleshine were, even though, unbeknownst to her, Twilight was the subject of many a young colt’s and stallion’s erotic dreams. In her mind, her breasts, handfuls at the most, were pitiable compared to some of the other mares she knew. And Pinkie had a bosom that could hold a dinner tray with ease. She didn't have the figure that Pinkie had, either, and Endymion seemed to love the pink mare's figure.

Instead of a rigorous teasing she expected, she felt his touch. She looked into his eyes and saw nothing except for love for her. There was a whisk of a breeze and her skirt and blouse fell away. She hadn’t bothered with a bra tonight and she found her forward thinking a blessing in this instant. She used her magic to fold her discarded raiment and place on the nearby bordeau.

One hand moved up cupping her right breast, his nimble fingers squeezing her sensitive nipple. The moan that move elicited was the most lewd thing Twilight could imagine coming from her mouth; she prayed he would make her moan even more. His other hand roamed down the side of her body until it found its way into the barely there panties Rarity had made for her.

“Why is it everytime I’m near you,” Endymion asked, “I smell blackberries?”

“I-” Twilight began, as her nerves got the better of her, then she mustered her wavering courage and said, “it’s because you always make me so-” She searched for a diplomatic term, “happy.”

“Wait,” Endymion mused, “I arouse you?”

Twilight nodded.

“Everytime?!”

“Y-yes,” Twilight affirmed, “I know I’ll never be Pinkie Pie, with her wide hips and luscious rump and cups over flowing…”

Endymion smirked and asked, “What are you talking about?”

“I’ll never be some vamp or a slinky, sexy mare,” Twilight stated, “but I love you and I want you- I want you to- I want you to make me feel like a real mare.”

“Oh, Sparklebutt,” Endymion teased, “you are a real mare.”

“You’re just saying that,” Twilight started, but the rest of her sentence was disrupted by the Archmage’s lips on hers. Written had some soft lips, but Endymion’s were in a category in and of themselves. They felt like finest felt or even velvet, but so much warmer and more alive. She could kiss these lips forever until The Universe coalesced under Indigo Shift.

She felt his finger moving down her wet slit, outlining the curve of her labia. Sol, she was wet, she was so wet, and she wanted him. She caught his scent above her own arousal and she nearly fainted. He smelled of sweat and rain and lightning and woodsmoke. It was the single most intoxicating mix of odors she ever detected with her olfactory sense. His finger entered her and she leaned forward, making the softest moan he'd ever heard.

"I love you, Twilight," he said, “I know that I haven’t always told you or shown how much I care about you, but I have always, always loved you.”

"I… I love you too…” Twilight panted, “Please, Endymion, I don't want to wait anymore. I want to be your mare. I've wanted to be your mare for so long."

“As you wish, milady,” Endymion said, a cheeky grin on his face.

Without thinking, she made her panties disappear and reappear on the nightstand folded; the same happened to his clothes. He reached down and lifted her up into his arms, carried her to the bed, and laid her down on it. She noticed his stallionhood was fully erect and throbbing. She had waited for this moment for so long and now that it was here, she wondered if she be adequate to the task.

He kissed her neck, in spite of her misgivings and inadequacies, moved down to her breasts, and gently suckled on them; she felt him kissing the valley between her breasts, then down her stomach, going painfully slow until he climbed over her pubic mons and found her nether lips. She felt the first lick from him, the rough texture of his non-equine tongue so exotic and enticing, and she gushed. Sol help her she exploded on him.

She was afraid that her mare cum might frighten him off, that the idea of mare ejaculate would send him screaming away from her. Instead, she heard him chuckling. She looked down, seeing his face from between her legs and to her astonishment, she witnessed him licking his lips where her lubricant had splashed on his face.

“Mmm,” Endymion purred, “strawberry. Not my favorite fruit, but tasty, nonetheless.”

So much desire, so much build up, and she already came. She blushed and looked away, but the smile that formed on her face was genuine.

"Ready?"

She nodded, her hands rising to cover her breasts. Another gentle smile from the human and he took her hands in his own. He pried her arms away from her chest, and brought them to his own. She could feel his heartbeat in his broad chest. It was as strong as any stallion and it's beat reverberated through her hands. He shifted on the bed, aligning himself with her and then she felt him. Her swollen mons was pierced by the mushroom cap of his penis; the sensation was unlike anything Written Script could ever hope to accomplish.

Her mouth opened in a silent moan. Endymions member stopped a moment, awaiting Twilight’s assurance to carry on. When he got it, he slid in further, slowly, tenderly, in away Twilight didn’t know a stallion could ever do. He pushed into her deeper than Written had been, his erection filling her completely. She closed her eyes, realizing that while he couldn't claim her virginity, he was claiming her. It was the most romantic and intimate thing she had ever experienced. She desired more.

She felt so full; she could feel his pulse within his member and that added to the delight she was feeling. He wasn't even completely hilted in her yet and she was already a panting, moaning foal. Finally, after several minutes, she felt him bottom out, the head of his wonderful cock touching her cervix. Written had plunged right in, too eager to get it done but Endymion had was pacing himself, allowing Twilight to fully appreciate the bliss that was the love of her life.

“How are you doing, Twily?” Endymion whispered, he too taken by the pleasure of the moment.

“Hah,” Twilight moaned, “oh, Endy, this feels so good! I’ve been with a stallion before but that experience pales in comparison!”

Endymion screws up his face and says, “If you start taking notes, I am walking right out of here and you can fulfill yourself.”

“No, no!” Twilight exclaimed, “No, no, this is too good! Sol, FAUST, this is so good! No notes, I promise- promise, there will not- even be a single page of doodles. I swear.”

Endymion considered her statement, still hilted within the mulberry mare, and nodded. He then withdrew from Twilight, almost completely removing himself from her passage. The loss of sensation in her core deeply frightened Twilight, like she would never feel that effulgent joy again. Then Endymion thrust back in and she cried out, every single disparaging thought overrode by a single, rapturous movement.

His pace started out slowly, making sure Twilight could get used to his length and girth. She had noticed when he was pleasuring himself the general shape of his pride but she hadn’t had the pleasure of feeling it plunge into her depths; now that it was there, she found herself delighted that it was everything she ever fantasized about and more. Every delightful thrust inward sent her nerves alight in pleasure; every withdrawal was the promise of further joy.

The constant thrust/withdrawal of her human lover quickly turned Twilight into an animal of blind lust. Her legs, which Endymion had masterfully split apart, now wrapped themselves around his middle, trapping him in position and squeezing his mast all along it's length. She wrapped her arms arm his neck and her teeth found the join of his shoulders to his neck; she sunk her teeth into the flesh, causing him to gasp; his erection twitched within her, making the magi mare gasp as well.

The build up of her second orgasm came upon her in a sudden wave. Not unlike when he licked her labia, she sprayed her lubricant upon him. It didn’t seem to phase him any as he just kept going. The rapture of orgasm would visit her again and again; she lost count somewhere after number four because her energy was flagging by that point. Still, the intensity of her climaxes increased exponentially in relation to how long Endymion made love to her.

The night passed on and soon dawn’s early light peaked out over the eastern horizon. He was still going strong, even though Endymion’s breathing was becoming more labored by the minute. Twilight was amazed by his stamina; her professor in Reproductive Science stated that that the average stallion’s term of erection prior to climax was one minute. (Written hadn't lasted half of that.) It had been hours and Twilight hadn’t felt any burst of Endymion’s seed into her core. She didn’t know how he was able to hang on for so long.

Then Endymion’s entire body tensed; Twilight felt his erection twitch, once, twice, then a veritable flood of heat filled her passage, spilling into her belly and flooding it. She came again, the most intense climax she had had that night, and even her entire life, and her whole body was set ablaze with orgasmic bliss. She gasped once, twice, then she moaned in the lewdest way she ever had, filling the room with her voice. Endymions pride was still throbbing in her depths; his essence was so thick and so much, that Twilight felt the excess leaking from her vulva.

Endymion’s climax lasted a long time, or it appeared to do so, given that Twilight’s mind had been lost in a climactic fog. When the fog cleared, she found herself winded and drained, her every muscle sore, especially the ones joining her legs to her pelvis. She collapsed where she lay, too spent to move, too spent to think, Endymion’s sweaty, odorous frame falling on top of her in a pleasant way. wrapping her up securely. This was the way it was supposed to be, secure in the arms of the stallion she loved, exhausted but happy, her core sopping with his seed and her mind now blissfully unaware. Why it took so long to happen, Twilight didn’t know but in this moment, she didn’t care, either.

Morning came to find Twilight sleeping more peacefully than she had ever slept before. She felt herself sandwiched between two bodies, one was obviously Endymion. She felt his cock, stiff, hard, pressing against her rump. The other was softer. Her eyes slowly opened and she saw Pinkie Pie. The Pink Mare was grinning ear to ear. She began to say something when Pinkie leaned forward catching her in a kiss. Words simply stopped. Pinkie drew back, and Twilight noticed, perhaps for the first time, that Pinkie was wearing a cooler.

It was shaped more traditionally, not nearly as long or wide as Endymion’s wonderful tool, but it was there all the same.

“Ummm… What’s going on?”

Pinkie kissed her again, slowly helping her to sit up, “Silly, you’re joining our herd, right?”

Twilight nodded. She had finally gotten with Endymion, and it had taken so long, and there was no way she was going to leave him now.

“Then, Twilight, you, me, and Endy are going to have some fun.”

She realized what it was that Pinkie was getting at. It wasn’t like she hadn’t done this with Pinkie before. She had, a few times, when she had been so badly in heat and Pinkie had helped her, but she wasn’t sure she was expecting this to happen. Following Pinkie’s guidance she got on her hands and knees. She felt Endymion against her marehood. He pressed forward and was once again buried in her. Her mouth opened and she felt the cooler touching her lips. With a swift movement Pinkie Pie pushed the cooler into her mouth, but not forcing her to deepthroat yet.

“Sol, this is the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Endymion said as he pulled back and thrust hard back into Twilight. His best friend, special somepony, and he was sure bride to be, was currently receiving a world class dicking.

He watched as Pinkie Pie treated Twilight so gently, not hurting her, not forcing her to take all of the cooler, but certainly making her use her mouth and muzzle.

“Endy… Oh… I want to be in the middle next time, “ Pinkie cooed.

Twilight felt so dirty, and good, and confident all at the same time. She felt Endymion showing her how much he loved her, she felt Pinkie welcoming her into their herd in her own special way, and she realized that this was going to be one of those stories she could never, ever, ever tell anypony. A thought crossed her mind and she wondered if Princess Luna, or her own mother, had ever done anything like this before.

It was such an odd thought, especially at this moment, but it came and went.

Luna felt a chill roll over her body. The idea that somepony was thinking about her occurred to her, and then she considered that later she would see it in a dream. For a moment she was filled with dread. Did she really want to see whatever it was that somepony was thinking?

Twilight Velvet awoke with a start. It was an unusual sensation that broke her out of a sound sleep. It was close to five in the morning and Celestia’s Sun would be peaking over Mount Canter in a little more than an hour. She couldn’t determine why she was awake, other than the feeling that somepony had thought of her, but in a way she would think of as untoward. Her sudden activity had awoken her husband.

Nightlight, true to his name, rose from the bed with his horn ignited, casting a soft glow in the darkened bedroom. Velvet looked toward her stallion, the mate she was wed to and bedded with for nearly twenty years. He wore a sympathetic smile and he clutched her as she steadied, or tried to steady, her breathing. Her motherly instinct was alive and well; it appeared so, too, that his paternal instincts were very much on tap. She wrapped a arm around his neck and kissed him at the base of his horn. She nuzzled him on the cheek and he returned the favor.

“Thank you, Nightie,” Velvet cooed, “I don’t know what startled me but it seems to be over now.”

“It must have been something,” Nightlight said, “it’s been years since the flashbacks haunted you. So what gives? Do you know?”

Velvet answered, “I can’t be absolutely sure, but I think one of our offspring was thinking of me.”

“How do you mean?” Nightlight asked, “You don’t think it was Shining Armor, do you?”

Grinning ear to ear with a certain knowledge Nightlight wasn’t privy to, Velvet replied, “No, I’m sure Shiny is perfectly fine. Albeit- No, he’s fine. Now, Sparkle…”

“Our little Spark?” Nightlight inquired before recent memory came to mind, “Oh, right, she’s entering into a herd, with the Crown Prince no less. Think she’s okay?”

“Oh, yes, she’s fine,” Velvet said, “but I can’t shake the feeling that she was thinking of me… In a lewd manner, I dare say.”

“Well…” Nightlight mused, “you and I can be rather frisky when we have the notion for it. Speaking of which, the sun is going to up sooner than not, so, you feel like raising that freak flag of yours?”

A mischievous grin rose on Velvet’s muzzle and she said, “If you want, I can wear the cooler this time…”

“That’s my mare,” Nightlight cooed, “A noble in the streets and a freak between the sheets!”

Twilight felt so tired, she lay on the bed, a blissful smile on her face. Beside her, Pinkie Pie was biting a pillow, her rump in the air, the cooler off, and Endymion buried in her tailhole.

Pinkie grunted, “Ugh… ! Endy… Gentle.”

Endymion seemed to take his time, slowly pushing himself deeper into the pink mare’s plot until he was completely bottomed out in her. She moaned as she felt him so deep in her ass. He pulled back and she felt how he rubbed against the walls of her rectum. She let out deep throaty moans a he began to build a rhythm. He was gentle, taking his time, but she felt as he began to truly build up speed. She felt him moving her, guiding her, and soon she saw Twilight’s prone form before her. Grinning she opened Twilight’s legs, her tongue snaking out of her mouth and moving up Twilight’s very well fucked pussy.

Twilight let out a lewd moan, her eyes focusing on Endymion as he thrust into Pinkie Pie. Her eyes moved to her friend who was currently licking Endymion’s essence out of her. She felt her tongue move down, touching her tailhole, and she moved a little. Her body felt so tired, almost as if it was made of lead, and she couldn’t move fast or far enough to keep from having Pinkie from pleasuring her.

“Endy…”

He looked at Twilight, and he leaned down to Pinkie, “Do you want to trade places with her?”

She nodded, moving away from Twilight who was moaning because she was no longer being loved on the way she had been. She felt Endymion lifting her, positioning her and she looked to see Pinkie’s slit in front of her. There was a gentle proading, and then she felt his cock move into her tailhole. Her eyes snapped open.

“Ngggh!!!”

“Relax.”

She tried and she felt him push in slowly, each time she flinched he stopped, waiting for her to get used to it, and then he pressed back into her again. Soon, after a few moments, she felt him completely seated inside of her tailhole. Sol, she felt so full. He began to move, and it felt odd, not bad, but not overly pleasurable. She reached back, her fingers finding her clit and she began to rub it. Pleasure began to course through her.

She timed how she rubbed with his thrusts, until she stopped rubbing and it was just pleasure coming from his taking her. She grunted, moaned, and her tongue found Pinkie’s slit. She began to lick her friend, tasting the taste of Endymion, Pinkie, and even herself inside of her. She let out a moan into Pinkie which caused the pink mare to shudder in pleasure.

Endymion began to pick up speed, and she could only think of his pounding cock, how good it felt, how amazing it was, and she prayed that this wouldn’t end. She was so tired, but it felt too good. She was his mare. She was going to be just his mare. Whenever he wanted she would stop what she was doing and do this. Sol help her, no other stallion would ever touch her again.

She felt his thrusts becoming frenzied, his cock becoming thicker, and she knew what was getting ready to happen. She wanted it. She wanted to feel him plant his seed in her tailhole. She wanted to be claimed, and she wanted him to claim her. He thrust into her tight rectum, his arms wrapping around her waist and she felt him kissing her neck. He exploded into her tailhole, her own moan set off in Pinkie Pie who orgasmed all over her muzzle The three of them fell into a heap, and his impressive cock… no hers. It was hers. She would share with Pinkie, but no other mare would casually want to use him. No, not with how he made her feel. There was a bond between them she couldn’t explain.

Maybe she hadn’t been a virgin for him, but he had did things Written never did. In a way, he did something better than receiving her virginity. He made her realize what it meant to truly be loved.

“I love you Endy, and you Pinkie.”

“Awww, I love you too.”

“I love you both, too,” Endymion hugged her, and he felt Pinkie get up move behind him, and snuggle into his back. This was fine. He was fine with them sleeping like this. And they deserved to sleep. Hopefully his mother wouldn’t mind that he missed the Grand Galloping Gala. Of course, after tonight… He was certain that she would want an official ceremony that she could fuss over.