“I’m not sure I can handle this.”

“Oh come on, you big baby, don’t tell me you’re getting cold hooves?”

“I’m not, it’s just… this isn’t exactly what hooves were designed for. I’ve never tried to hold anything this big before. Or this heavy.”

“Should I go tell Pommel you’re afraid of big heavy balls now?”

“I am not afraid of--… eww, Velvet!”

“You thought it, not me!”

“Well you set me up for it!”

“Will you stop whining and throw the dumb ball?”

“Okay, okay, I’m going…!”

Night Light stepped up onto the slightly-raised platform in front of his and Twilight Velvet’s seats, carefully attempting to walk forward on just three hooves while awkwardly cradling the first of his two fifteen-pound balls against his chest with the last hoof. Ahead of him, his target: ten pure, innocent, curved rods at the end of one long, oiled stretch of hard wood, flanked on either side by polished metal chutes just waiting to suck those rods, and his balls, into the dark mechanical throat beyond.

Night Light sincerely hoped not everything on this date would sound quite so nasty as bowling apparently did.

Carefully he positioned himself in the center of his lane, his ball lined up precisely with the first and front-most pin, which sounded perfectly logical to Night Light. Actually getting the ball there, however, was proving a bit more complicated. The ball was perfectly round and his hoof was pretty much flat, there was no way it would stay put if it wasn’t cradled against his chest. So eventually he decided his best bet was to angle his body a bit, and heave the ball straight outward like an oversized shot put ball.

“Wait, no, not like--!”

Velvet’s cry reached him too late. The ball was thrust forward through the air, landing on the wooden lane with an incredibly loud thud that made even Night Light wince and immediately realize that it had been the wrong move. The ball bounced just a little and then veered off course almost immediately, crashing straight into the left gutter barely halfway to the pins and rolling leisurely the rest of the way down the alley into the ball return.

“…that,” Velvet finished lamely.

Somehow Night Light refrained from going completely crimson under the bewildered stares of other nearby bowlers. “Uh… I get to try that again, right?”

Velvet sighed and smiled at him as though he were a foal asking a ridiculously simple question. “Here, let me show you,” she said, picking up the second ball and cradling it against her chest as he had. “I promise not to sabotage your second shot.”

Velvet didn’t wait for Night Light’s answer, walking right up to the bowling platform before he could object, and as Night Light watched from behind in idle curiosity, Velvet leaned forward, the ball kept tucked against her chest, but lower than before. Her front leg shifted around the ball, so that it was still curled around the heavy thing, but a little further underneath it, while her hind legs shifted a bit further apart to widen her stance for increased stability. And then at last her foreleg swung back, releasing the ball from her chest and at the same time thrusting her leg forward again, low to the ground. The end result was the ball rolling off the end of her hoof and gently onto the wood floor, yet still being propelled by the swing of Velvet’s leg. Her aim was nearly perfect, the ball striking just off from the front-most pin and knocking eight of them straight to the ground before the machinery took over and swept away the rest.

“And that is how it’s done,” Velvet finished with a smirk.

“Couldn’t we just throw the balls by magic?” Night Light wondered aloud.

“Right, because that would be fair to everypony who didn’t have magic, wouldn’t it?” Velvet chuckled at him. “Besides, past that fault line there, it’s a magical dead-zone, to prevent cheating. So you might as well learn to bowl without magic in the first place.”

“I guess so,” Night Light admitted.

Velvet picked up her own ball, passing it over to him. “Now here, you try again. Only fair you get one of my shots.”

Night Light nodded as he took the ball, stepping up to the lane to take another shot at it. He ran it over in his mind again exactly what Velvet had done: tuck the ball to her chest, lean forward, spread her hind legs a little… pretty sure she wiggled her hips a bit… maybe even flicked her tail up for a second…

Gah!

Night Light flushed and shook away the image of Twilight Velvet’s backside, and grasped desperately for another thought to focus on instead, hurrying through the motions of tossing his ball down the lane in some awkward fusion of his initial technique and Velvet’s. Thankfully the ball didn’t land with such a thud this time, and managed to get all the way to the end of the lane before rolling off into the gutter, just barely nicking a pin in the back corner enough to knock it over.

Velvet let out a quiet snort from behind him, clearly trying not to laugh. “Well, that was… a little better.”

“S-shut up, it’s my first time,” Night Light muttered.

“Alright, alright,” Velvet eased off, picking up her ball again from the ball return and nudging him aside. “Now back up and let me try to save my own frame.”

Night Light obediently stepped back to let her bowl, watching her again as she went through her motions and--… yep, he hadn’t hallucinated. She wiggled her rear and flicked her tail a bit right before she threw the ball, drawing his eyes to the region like flies to a garbage can. He wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not – she honestly seemed unaware she was doing it – but knowing her as he did, it was probably at least a little of both.

The crash of a bowling ball into a wall of pins snapped him back to attention just in time to notice Velvet cheering to herself, the entire triangle at the end of their lane obliterated.

“Yesssss, picked up the spare!” Velvet spun and grinned at Night Light. “Isn’t this fun? I used to bowl all the time as a teenager, when they first built this place. Kind of fell off for a while with my studies, though, all this automated stuff is new to me… but the bowling itself is the same, and I guess I’ve still got it!”

“Eh-heh, y-yeah, you sure do,” Night Light agreed with a strained smile.

Velvet picked up on his awkwardness like a hawk. Not that it was hard to anyway. “Something wrong, Night Light…?”

“Uh, no, nothing, just…”

“Just…?”

Night Light cleared his throat and sighed internally, doubting she’d let this go until he fessed up. “You just kind of… wiggle. Your hips, I mean. And flick your tail. When you bowl.”

“…Oh…?” Velvet actually blushed, which surprised Night Light. Apparently she had been less aware of it than he’d thought, but the implications hadn’t been lost on her either. She took it in stride, clearly pleased at the attention, and sidled right up to him, their faces suddenly inches apart. “And… did you like what you saw…?”

Night Light gulped slowly for air. “W-who said I saw anything?”

“It’s okay if you did, you know… I might’ve been checking you out a little myself, while you were bowling, if we’re being honest… and I know I sure liked what I saw…”

Velvet’s forehooves were fully around his shoulders in the next second, and once again, at close proximity, the scent of estrus hormones reached his nostrils. Oh, Goddess, she was in the mood already. Barely a couple of hours into their day together and she was beginning to crack. Night Light had to admit, it was sorely tempting to forget the rest of the night and indulge her… but he’d promised her a proper date, and this was hardly a proper place to be getting frisky anyway, and so he tried desperately to control his body’s immediate reactions before his instincts could get the better of him. Unfortunately, he knew even now it was going to be a losing battle, that sooner or later they’d be buried in her bed bucking the night away, and even though he still had solid control of his actual urges, he couldn’t stop himself from--

“Hey, takes it outsides, youse two!” a loud, gruff voice bellowed from an even gruffer-looking pony behind the cash register. “Nopony’s poppin’ stiffys in my bowlings alleys!”

Velvet grinned wider and giggled, seeming no less pleased with herself despite the interruption. “Come on, Lighty… we can go do something else. Wouldn’t want to distract you.”

Privately Night Light couldn’t help but agree.

Bowling was a pretty dirty sport anyway.

---

With their first idea a bit of a bust, Night Light and Twilight Velvet settled instead on a peaceful stroll through Canterlot Central Park. It was a bit of a misleading name, actually; the park was much closer to the edge of the city, at the opposite end from the Royal Palace that was right up against the mountainside.

Naturally this made it so the main attraction of the park was not the foal’s playground, or the ornate fountains, but the view. The park overlooked what seemed like all of Equestria, and Night Light and Velvet stood at the edge of the park’s outer balcony just admiring the country as the soft orange light of the early evening sun bathed the landscape in its glow, as far as the eye could see.

“Now this is romantic,” Velvet sighed dreamily, resting her head on Night Light’s shoulder. “Have you ever seen anything more beautiful?”

“Oh… maybe a couple of mares I know,” Night Light swiftly replied.

Velvet immediately blushed and giggled at him. “Good answer.”

Night Light couldn’t help patting himself on the back for that one, and decided not to push his luck, letting silence settle again as Velvet resumed enjoying the view of the countryside. Night Light however found himself looking at Velvet herself. He hadn’t been exaggerating at all, he would rather gaze at her over some landscape any day. It had occurred to him before, of course, how pretty he thought she was, but it still felt… different, now that he was actually allowing himself to act on it.

And goddess above, did he ever want to act on it.

It was a little surreal, actually. Lit up in the evening sunlight as she was, the breeze in her mane and a smile on her face, it made him want to lay her down on a bed of roses and make sweet love to her like newlyweds. And then he got a whiff of her, like at the bowling alley, a hint of the distinct scent of estrus pheromones that drew his eyes helplessly to her rump, and suddenly he was more compelled to shove her to the dirt and rut the stuffing out of her instead. It was a surprisingly potent conflict, considering they were really just two different paths to the same conclusion.

He still couldn’t give in to that urge, though, not yet. Even if they were more or less an ‘official’ couple now. He sternly reminded himself yet again for what felt like the tenth time already that day; he’d sworn they would do this date the right way, the romantic way. The gentlecolty way. Not the estrus way.

Still. The signs of it remained all over her. It was kind of hard not to notice or think about. Hay, he could smell it in the air practically everywhere he went, now that mating season had hit the bulk of the population.

In fact, now that he was thinking about it, the smell was getting stronger, even.

Night Light looked up curiously at their surroundings, and he realized that as the sun was setting, the park was quickly becoming more popular. There were at least three times as many ponies in the park now as there had been when they’d arrived. And not a single pony was there alone. Colts and fillies, mares and stallions, even ponies that looked as though they could be grandparents… everypony was there with somepony else. Some even with multiple someponies, Night Light realized as he observed one particularly bewildered-looking stallion being flanked by a couple of mares that he could swear were twins.

What a lucky little bastard.

“Uh, Velvet, maybe we should go somewhere else,” Night Light finally spoke up.

“Huh?” Velvet jerked her head up in surprise, having been busy enjoying the view a moment ago. “Why? I like it here.”

“It’s just, uh… the park’s getting kind of… full.”

“It is?” Velvet looked away from the balcony and back out to the park itself, soon noticing what Night Light had. “Oh, wow… this sure turned into a date hotspot.”

“Heh, well, you know… ‘tis the season,” Night Light chuckled.

“Sure is… and this place does set the mood pretty well… oh wow, is that guy here with twins? What a lucky little bastard.”

Night Light almost choked on his next breath, coughing harshly to clear it out. “V-Velvet…!”

“What? They’re cute.”

While Night Light took a moment to attempt to recover, and perhaps wonder if his new marefriend was somehow psychic, Velvet returned her attention to the view. “Can’t we stay just a little bit longer?” she said. “I really do like it here. It’s a perfect evening, not a cloud in the sky…”

“Except for all those clouds with Pegasi snuggling on them,” Night Light observed with a blush.

“Yeah, all two of them,” Velvet chuckled, her gaze drifting gradually down over the edge of the balcony. “…okay, three, there’s a couple kind of hiding their cloud under the balcony here--… oh my goddess, Pommel!”

“W-what?! Pommel?!” Night Light swiftly followed Velvet’s gaze just in time to notice a familiar charcoal-grey stallion jolting upright at the sound of his name and looking up at the balcony, his leathery wings flared and his front legs planted awkwardly in front of him as though hiding something.

“Oh. Uh. Hey Lighty. Hey Velvet,” Pommel slowly said, his eyes wide and stunned, one of the very few times Night Light had seen that look on his face.

“Oh my gosh, Pommel, I thought you hated romance-y places like this!” Velvet marveled, craning her neck further over the railing to try to see the rest of his cloud. “Hehe, are you trying to impress somepony? Who is it? Anypony we know?”

For some reason Pommel’s gaze darted toward Night Light at this, and at the whim of morbid curiosity the Guard Captain felt himself leaning over the railing as well to get a better look at--

“Private Steadfast?”

Night Light’s jaw dropped comically-wide open, staring. Indeed, his subordinate’s equally-shocked face was the one staring back at him, frantically tucking her tail between her legs and straightening out her mussed blonde mane, which had somehow grown at least triple its length since he last saw her early that afternoon, now a happy medium between her former super-short trim and her original flowing locks. Both of them were looking deeply uncomfortable and more than a little sweaty, and Pommel had smears of lipstick on his mouth and neck, none of which gave Night Light very good ideas about what they had been doing cuddled up under the balcony.

“Ah-heh… g-good evening, Captain,” she stammered. “L-lovely night…”

Night Light glanced rapidly back and forth between her and Pommel. “You… you’re here with…?”

“Hey, I’m as surprised as you are,” Pommel admitted. “She just asked me out all of a sudden as soon as we were off duty.”

“But… he… you… why…?” Night Light eyed Steadfast now, as if demanding her share of the explanation.

Steadfast simply blushed and smiled. “Just… giving him a chance. You know… getting to know him?”

“Getting to know--?” Night Light stopped short, vacantly recalling that particular snippet of conversation from earlier that day. “…Oh. Uh. Right…”

Pommel, naturally, caught this. “What do you mean, ‘Oh, right?’ …Did you say somethin’ to her about me, Lighty?”

Night Light smiled helplessly and rubbed the back of his head. “Uh… I… might have said… something to the effect of you being a pretty good guy, yeah… I didn’t exactly intend that to mean she should go ask you out, but…”

“Hey, I’m not complaining,” Pommel waved away the rest of the explanation. “Heck, I should thank you for sending a date my way. She’s not half bad.”

Steadfast immediately frowned at him. “‘Not half bad?’ That’s the best you can do?”

“Well, I was going to say ‘smoking hot,’ but I wasn’t sure that would go over so well either,” Pommel added, immediately silencing Steadfeast and sending her into a blushing fit.

“She’s certainly cute,” Twilight Velvet chimed in with a giggle. “Isn’t she cute, Night Light?”

For some reason all three of the ponies around Night Light seemed especially interested in hearing his response – for different reasons, all, he was sure. He’d have to be careful here.

“…You saw an alterist,” he noted as diplomatically as he could, taking another glance at her longer mane.

Steadfast shot a hoof up to her mane, brushing through it almost self-consciously. “O-oh, heh, y-yeah, I did…”

“…It looks good. Not too short, not too long. Perfect balance.”

“Aww, that’s sweet Night Light,” Velvet cooed and nodded along. “I agree, it looks cute. Very… business-casual.”

Steadfast swiftly smiled, apparently satisfied by that. “T-thank you for noticing… that’s exactly what I was going for.”

Pommel rolled his eyes. “Alright, alright, enough trying to sweet-talk my date, Lighty. If you don’t mind, we’re trying to watch the sunset here.”

Velvet snickered and gave him an over-exaggerated wink. “Suuuuure, that’s totally what you were doing.”

“Oh, go suck face with your boy toy.”

Velvet stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry at him for a moment before turning back to Night Light. “Come on, Night Light, they can have the sunset. Let’s go see a movie.”

“O-oh, uh, alright,” Night Light jolted into motion and waved a farewell to his fellow soldiers. “See you guys later, I guess. Uh… don’t… do anything that would embarrass the Royal Guard, alright?”

“Y-yessir! I mean, Night Light!”

“Why the buck are you still talking to us? Get outta here. And give it to ‘er good, Lighty. She needs it.”

Night Light flushed and swiftly hurried away to catch up with Velvet, leaving the park behind them.

---

“Symphony, I’ve been such an idiot…”

“No, Woodwind, I’m the one who’s been an idiot, it was my jealousy that drove you away…”

“Only in the wake my own jealous behavior… but those mares meant nothing to me!”

“Those stallions meant nothing to me! You’re the pony who holds my heart…”

“Oh, Symphony…”

“Oh, Woodwind…”

“Oh, brother,” Night Light groaned.

“I know, isn’t it just awful…?” Velvet agreed in a breathy giggle.

“Shh! Some ponies are trying to watch the movie!” a voice shushed them from elsewhere in the darkness.

Night Light rolled his eyes and returned one eye to the movie on the screen before them, only really half-paying attention to it. It was some mindless, raunchy romantic comedy two weeks past its release date that Velvet had picked out, mostly as an excuse to make out in the back of the theater without many ponies around to notice or care. It was about some young couple in love, forced by circumstance to spend estrus season apart, and attempting to remain faithful to each other. Naturally, it didn’t quite work out that way, and after a bit of drama the lovers were now reconciling, not holding the antics of estrus season against each other. It was a tale as old as time, one Night Light had heard a thousand times before, and this particular movie was about as cliché as it got. So Night Light didn’t feel like he was missing much by snuggling with Velvet in their seats, stealing quick kisses at first and then graduating to heated make-outs by the time the on-screen stars hit their first of many infidelities.

There was one thing he had to give the movie credit for though, Night Light thought distantly as he watched the final scene play out. The plot was old hat that everypony had seen before, but the timing was impressively relevant. Not many movies about estrus season dared to actually release during estrus season. Of course, Night Light doubted the producers were trying to send any sort of meaningful message in doing so; it was still a pretty mindless sex comedy. But it did at least do a good job of setting the mood. Maybe even more so than their stroll in the park. Night Light had probably gotten at least four or five separate erections over the course of the movie, starting with a rather gratuitous butt shot from the lead mare ten minutes in, and finishing with his most recent make-out with Velvet to carry them through the boring drama just before the movie’s climax. Velvet, naturally, didn’t fail to notice a single one of them – they were pretty much impossible to hide, as close as they were snuggling – and every time he felt himself perk up, he saw an intense hunger building in her eyes, and the scent of her particular blend of hormone-cocktail grew stronger. She was close to cracking. Hay, he was close to cracking. He’d really need to rein himself in if he wanted to get her home without anypony seeing him sticking out in the open, announcing his plans for the evening to the entire city.

Unfortunately for Night Light, the movie was taking its turn again in renewing his erection, as the actors on-screen decided to turn things up a notch. In the midst of their reconciliation they had found their way to their bedroom, clearly intent on making the most of the last throes of that season’s heat. Again, nothing really out of the ordinary; most movies on the subject (that had happy endings, anyway) usually ended with the protagonists finally getting to spend the last of the season together.

Unlike most movies on the subject, however, and to Night Light’s immense surprise, this one wasn’t fading to black. In fact their make-out was only growing more intense.

“Whoa,” Night Light whispered aloud, his full attention on the movie for the first time.

“Hehe…” Velvet giggled, right in his ear, so that he could hear every breathy word. “Wow, this is saucier than I thought it’d be…”

The actors fell to the bed, panting and flushed and still kissing.

“…A lot saucier,” Velvet murmured, surprise leaking into her tone as well.

The mare finally broke the kiss, not to settle into a tender embrace, but to squirm and twist until she fully rolled over.

On her stomach.

With the stallion on top of her.

“Oh my goddess…” Velvet gasped, as wide-eyed as Night Light now. “That’s mounting position…”

Night Light was now bright red… and at full mast. “T-they’re not actually going to… a-are they?”

They were.

It didn’t last long. Perhaps a minute and a half, two minutes tops. And the camera was very, very careful; it never drifted behind the mare’s waist, showing nothing further back than the barest edges of her cutie mark, instead mostly centering on the couple’s flushed cheeks and hot breaths and frantic kisses. Not a single shot or angle hinted at blatant genitalia. But nevertheless, there was no mistaking the rhythmic rocking of the stallion’s body, or the labored moans of the mare beneath him. Either they were extremely convincing actors…

…or Night Light was quite literally watching two ponies have sex.

And he was reasonably convinced it was the latter.

Either way, though, it was hotter than anything he would have ever expected to see in a movie, and his erection screamed for attention in response. Getting it to go down before they left the theater was going to take a tremendous effort now; goddess above, first the butt-shaking at the bowling alley, then everypony at the park, and now this? Was the universe trying to get him to hurry up and drag Velvet to bed?

Then he felt a hoof, her hoof, plant itself directly on the base of his shaft, and sliiiiiiiiide up the entire length of it right to the tip, drawing an embarrassingly loud yelp from his throat before he could clamp a hoof over it. And then Night Light was suddenly certain the answer was ‘yes.’ Yes, that was exactly what the universe was doing.

“Night Light,” she whispered, taking one of his front hooves in her remaining free one and pulling it toward her.

Rein it in, damnit, rein it in! he tried to order himself. They were still on their date, he couldn’t give in yet, he couldn’t give in, he couldn’t--

Shlick.

“Unnhh…!”

Night Light went completely crimson all at once. Velvet’s hoof had pulled his all the way down between her hind legs while he’d been distracted chanting to himself, and she was now pressing it… pressing him…

Oh goddess.

He was touching her pussy.

Sweet mother of Celestia, he was touching Twilight Velvet’s pussy.

And as little as it should have surprised him, Night Light was nevertheless stunned by the incredible heat and wetness he felt there, already permeating through his fur. He wasn’t sure if she had been like this all along, or if the movie had pushed her arousal to the same new heights as it had Night Light, but it didn’t matter. She was drenched, and she was horny.

“Take me home,” she finally finished whispering in his ear. “Now.”

Night Light would later swear that at that exact moment, his resolve had snapped so hard he had actually heard it. But at the time, he could think of nothing else but obeying Twilight Velvet as immediately as possible.

They were gone before the credits even rolled.

---

Slam!

Night Light had barely gotten the two of them inside Twilight Velvet’s house with a shred of dignity intact before Velvet bucked the door closed full-force and shoved Night Light’s back upright against it with all her strength. She threw herself into his lap an instant later, smashing their lips together with no preamble or subtlety whatsoever, hugging her front legs tight around his neck and grinding her soaked nethers against his raging erection. Her moans, her kisses, her movements, all of them gave off an air of near-desperation, like she would go completely insane if she wasn’t kissing and touching and humping him as hard as she could. The scent of her estrus was incredibly strong; a heavy, damp, all-encompassing aroma that surrounded what felt like her entire body now, blotting out every other scent nearby with a cloud of pure sex so thick Night Light could barely breathe through their heated kisses as he hugged and humped right back at her.

Not even Princess Celestia had felt quite like this, the stallion marveled. Even when she had finally cut loose and made him aware of how affected she was by her own estrus, it always felt as though, ultimately, she had control of it. She was the master of her primal instinct, and simply chose to allow it to run rampant and free once everything was in order, able to yank its leash and pull it back under her wings at a moment’s notice if she needed to.

Twilight Velvet, on the other hand, felt nothing like that. She did not have decades and centuries and even millennia behind her in which to learn poise and control. Her estrus was a wild, untamed beast, a bucking bronco which Velvet herself was just barely hanging on to. Or perhaps more accurately, it was like four years of building, pent-up desire, some volatile cocktail of love and desire, of romance and lust, held back by a dam that had finally shown a crack, and her primal brain wasted no time in tearing it the rest of the way open. It was a raging, frothing river of hormones now, impossible to control even if Velvet wanted to, and she was making it clear she didn’t want to.

And if he was being honest, Night Light didn’t particularly want her to anyway.

“Bedroom,” she managed to hiss at him, and Night Light again hastened to obey, hoisting them both off the carpet in front of her front door. Awkwardly they made their way through the house, both of them propped up on two legs in a shaky balancing act because neither of them really wanted to let go of or stop making out with the other. Their shoulders slammed into corners, picture frames toppled to the floor from their backs dragging across walls, and Night Light was sure at least one vase got swatted by a thrashing tail and smashed on the floor, but neither of them cared. Getting to Velvet’s bedroom was the only thing that mattered.

They made it to the entrance of said bedroom before pausing for breath, leaning heavily against the doorframe, Night Light sandwiched between it and his marefriend as they panted against each other’s muzzles. It was a brief reprieve, but for a moment at least Night Light had time to think, and speak.

“Velvet,” he murmured, “I’m sorry… if we didn’t exactly finish our date properl--”

“Shut up, Night Light,” she interrupted him, her tone both firm and tender. “It was a wonderful date and I had a fantastic time, don’t you dare feel guilty about this…”

“But I--”

“But nothing,” Velvet stopped him again, and firmly nuzzled his cheek. “Night Light, with or without mating season I had every intention of doing this… I promise it’s not just the estrus talking.”

Velvet paused and moved her face back in front of his, and to Night Light’s shock and surprise, leaned her forehead toward his, until the tips of their horns gently touched together and sent a deep-violet crackle of unfamiliar and yet very welcome magic through his body.

“I want this, Night Light,” she whispered. “I want you.”

Night Light’s heart suddenly felt like it was beating twice as fast, and attracted to her twice as much. Touching horns was not something Unicorns did lightly. Each of the pony races had such gestures; he’d known Pegasi to be very selective about who they allowed to preen their wings, and Earth Ponies who wouldn’t dare accept a hoof massage from anypony but a lover. It was a very personal, very intimate gesture, and irrefutable proof that this wasn’t just the estrus talking. Even though she was pent-up, tense and practically shaking from the hormones pulsing through her body, Twilight Velvet wouldn’t touch horns with him unless she truly, deeply wanted this with him. It wasn’t exactly making it any easier to decide whether he was going to make love to her or fuck her brains out, but at least now he knew for sure there was no wrong answer.

“Now for goddess’ sake, get me on that bed and rut me senseless.”

Night Light felt his cock twitch and throb.

Well, that was that decision made.

His energy renewed, Night Light slid his front hooves low and underneath Velvet’s rear, hoisting her clear off the ground. She let out a soft squeal somewhere between surprise and arousal, and in one last, astounding display of balance, Night Light wobbled to the bed and tossed his marefriend face-down on top of it. Velvet moaned in absolute delight, immediately hugging her pillows and raising her hind end to the sky in the most shameless display of presentation Night Light could have imagined. Her tail was already flipped up and draped over her back, her legs slightly apart to draw an inverted V-shape up her thighs, and--

Goddess, Night Light hadn’t been ready. He hadn’t even been close to ready. He might never have been ready. But there it was. There she was. Displayed like Night Light had never seen before.

Twilight Velvet’s pussy.

Twilight Velvet’s flushed, hot, pink, soaking, winking, dripping pussy.

If Night Light wasn’t as hard as diamonds before, he sure was now.

“This is so much hotter than Celestia…” he murmured, gawking.

Velvet didn’t respond, but Night Light knew she had to have heard him, because she grinned just a bit wider and shivered extra hard as soon as he said it. Then, as if she hadn’t been clear enough already, she shook her rear back and forth before his eyes and gave him the most seductive look she could manage.

“You coming…?”

Night Light jolted in place and hurried to join her on the bed, though his eyes never left her backside, examining and admiring every detail of this new, no-longer-forbidden view. She wasn’t quite as large and round in the hips as Celestia, of course, but that was to be expected; Velvet was much more his own body size, maybe even a tiny bit smaller. If anything that just meant she would probably be tighter, a thought that gave his cock another excitable twitch. Her clitoris was a little smaller, too, even relative to body size, but still flushed and swollen, making it an easy target regardless. What really had Night Light amazed was the wetness. He had thought Celestia was a particularly juicy mare, but Velvet surpassed even that. Droplets of thick fluid streaked down her thighs and pooled between her legs, or dripped straight from the source, more copiously than Celestia at her wettest, making the stunned stallion’s mouth water for a taste. Oh, sweet ponyfeathers, he wanted to taste her so much.

“Bit for your thoughts…?” Velvet cooed softly, obviously watching his stare.

“Guh… g-goddess… h-how long have you been waiting for me…?” Night Light stammered distantly.

Velvet sighed the most longing sigh she could muster. “Years… almost since we met… and I can’t wait another minute, Night Light… I need you, please…”

Night Light shuddered, taking that as an open invitation, and couldn’t resist licking his lips at the thought of licking hers. He had to, he just had to have a taste.

He slid forward across the bed, snaking his hooves around Velvet's hips and tugging her the rest of the way toward him. Just as he'd done with Celestia, he dipped his muzzle low and ran his tongue ever so slowly up her inner thigh first, lapping up a generous helping of the thick fluids running down it. Velvet immediately trembled and moaned at him, and Night Light did the same thing to the other side in response, licking right up the length of the opposite thigh with torturous slowness as he took in a mouthful of her secretions. The taste of her was incredible, a hot, sweet and tangy flavor that was so intoxicating, Night Light couldn't help but lick his lips once again as he drew back, barely an inch from attending to her honeypot. Velvet instantly shook her hips and whined about it, but she wouldn’t have long to wait; Night Light was already craving another taste, another lick, another mouthful.

When he dove back in a second later, it was with gusto. His muzzle shoved itself between her outer lips, instantly coating his nose in aromatic girl-cum as he spread her open, and he was immediately rewarded with a blast of damp, stifling heat in his face, as if he needed any more confirmation of her condition. Velvet was already crying out again for more, and Night Light swiftly gave it to her, his tongue shooting out and dragging over her inner walls. Her body responded immediately, her walls clenching tightly and trying to ensnare his tongue before it could slip away, as if Night Light’s tongue was the stallion cock her body so desperately craved. But of course Night Light had no trouble slipping away to lick elsewhere; his tongue was nowhere near as big as the potential cock she was trying to squeeze, and so the most Night Light felt of it was her lower lips repeatedly winking against his normal lips, until her juices were dribbling down his jawline.

Night Light half-expected Velvet to do as Celestia had done at this point, and forcibly put a stop to his attentions with a demand that he hurry things along. Velvet certainly seemed horny enough for it, at least, and he was already so hard it actually kind of hurt. But she made no effort whatsoever to stop him, and when he glanced up from her rump to look toward Velvet’s face, she was panting and flushed and whimpering some incoherent nonsense, all of which suggested full steam ahead to Night Light.

Which was fine by him. Velvet’s pussy was delicious.

He dove right back in, a little faster this time, giving her longer and broader licks from clit to anus, without quite touching either. Velvet seemed to especially like this treatment, gasping out loud moans at each stroke of his tongue and gyrating her rump in the same rhythm. On his next lick, though, Velvet shifted her hips a bit early at the last second – perhaps intentionally, perhaps not – and instead of hitting the edge of her entrance, the flat of his tongue landed on her flushed, engorged clitoris, and dragged directly over it.

Velvet shrieked as if a slasher movie villain was after her, and immediately came like a fire hose. Night Light barely had time to be surprised by how quickly it had happened before his open mouth took the brunt of it, causing him to stumble back and nearly choke as the spray of sweet juices ran down his throat. He took a moment to compose himself, wiping his face of her expulsions with one hoof, gulping down a few jizz-laden breaths, and trying hard not to get totally overwhelmed by the fact that holy manure Twilight Velvet just came right in his face.

He very nearly failed that last part, because holy manure Twilight Velvet just came right in his face. Not being overwhelmed by that was asking a lot. It was the stuff of his most vivid masturbatory fantasies. And now it was really happening. He was really, actually seeing Velvet’s curvy, pert rump quivering in ecstasy; her sweet, sweet mare-honey all over him, her, and the bed beneath them; and her half-lidded eyes locking with his, speaking volumes to him long before her mouth ever opened to confirm it.

“Rut me right bucking now, Night Light.”

Oh would he ever.

Night Light reared up over her back and planted his hooves on her rump, just at the base of her tail, and without even a struggle his needy erection lined up perfectly with its counterpart, twitching excitedly at the prospect of finally getting some proper attention. He could feel Velvet winking still, brushing the tip of his cock as he rested at her entrance and trying desperately to suck him inside. He could have teased her a little bit longer if he really wanted to, he supposed, but… well, he didn’t really want to at all. He pushed forward firmly, ensuring he wouldn’t slip away from his target, and instead slid right between those perfect, puffy lips where he belonged.

He’d been right about Velvet being tighter than their solar monarch. Not impossibly so, thankfully, her wetness alone was making sure of that, but he couldn’t simply fall forward and sink into her all at once this time. He eased his way in, letting her channel naturally adjust to his girth, and despite her body’s desire to throttle his cock to death and never let go, it eventually gave way at the promise of even more cock filling her, until he was hilted in her drooling pink hole and held there incredibly tightly by her clenching muscles. Velvet herself gave no sign of protest or discomfort at being stretched so, in fact she was already whimpering nonsense again, pure bliss etched into her expression.

Night Light let the rest of his body fall forward over her back now, brushing her tail off to one side so it wouldn’t get pinched under his weight, and planted his front hooves on the bed on either side of her shoulders. Velvet’s face was currently buried in the pillow she was hugging, but he was able to coax her out of it with a quick, forceful nuzzle to the back of her neck. She immediately twisted her head around, straining to reach him for a kiss, and Night Light met her halfway, locking their lips and shoving their tongues down each other’s throats.

“Heh… just… like the movie, huh…?” Night Light managed to whisper.

“You know what else happened in the movie?” she grunted back. “The stallion shut his mouth and fucked her.”

Night Light nodded fervently; he’d stalled long enough.

The muscles in his hips and hind legs tensed and flexed, and still hovering with his face directly above hers, he began to fuck her in earnest, warming up with slower, more deliberate thrusts that saw him draw a whole three-quarters of the way out of her before hilting himself again. Velvet squealed into the pillow on the first thrust, and then fell into a rolling moan that spiked with every thrust that followed. Her muscles still seemed intent on strangling his cock as tightly as they could – not that Night Light was complaining, in fact he was already seeing stars, she was so wonderfully, blissfully tight around him – but they gradually relaxed as he worked her over, enough for him to soon build past the warm-up stage and really start moving. His weight settled down more fully across her back, his front hooves picked up off the bed and wrapped snugly around her torso, and his head laid down behind hers, resting in her mane just behind her ears. Slowly instinct started to take hold, his hooves tightening around her belly, his breath coming out in sharp snorts, and his thrusts, in addition to faster, soon growing harder as well.

“Oh, fuck…” Velvet muttered.

This was still nothing at all like with Celestia, Night Light marveled through his sex-driven daze. He completely dwarfed the young mare beneath him now, for one, as much as Celestia had dwarfed him even after she’d changed his size. But more importantly – and far more enticing besides – was simply that this was Twilight Velvet beneath him now. With Celestia, he had been performing no more than a service, albeit a particularly enjoyable one. But this, this mare right now, underneath him, taking his cock for essentially the exact same reason, could not have felt more different. This was Twilight Velvet. This… this was his mare. And that made all the difference in the world, made him want to cuddle and caress and kiss her nonstop one second and cum the most epic load of his life into her sopping wet cunt the next. Preferably both, before the night was over.

“Oh, fuck…!”

Harder and faster he drove himself into her, like a stallion possessed. His hips smacked audibly against her now, sending ripples across her gorgeous rump every time his body struck her ass with a firm, wet slap. The whole bed was beginning to shake, and even the pictures framed on the walls wobbled as the bedposts rocked and whacked the walls with the force of his thrusts, a couple of them falling clean off and hitting the floor with a thud indistinguishable from the smacking of bedpost against wall or of stallion hips to mare rump.

“OH, FUCK!!!”

Velvet shuddered and spasmed beneath him following her last expletive, his hips drowning in a fresh burst of mare-cum, and Night Light knew she was riding another massive orgasm, but from the hungry, needy whine that followed it, he also knew it was an ultimately unsatisfying one. He could only imagine what kind of torture that was, to feel the most potent release one’s body was capable of alone and find no actual relief whatsoever. Thankfully, though, she wouldn’t have to endure it for much longer; he could feel his own climax boiling toward the surface, his cock flaring in preparation to dump a soothing dose of stallion seed inside her, and he did nothing to resist it.

“Night Liiiiiiiight…!” Velvet whimpered.

“I know… I know, Velvet, I’m almost there…!”

“Hurry, Night Light, I can’t stand it anymore!” she gasped. “Please Night Light, please please please fill me up right bucking now!”

He did. He bucked forward one last time and hilted himself with a mighty groan, Velvet’s desperate and incredibly sexy pleas still ringing in his ears as climax overtook him. A moment later the first string of thick, pearly cum fired from his flared tip with what felt like lethal force, painting the depths of Velvet’s pussy white and making her instantly scream in some intense mixture of shock and pleasure. Countless shots followed it – Night Light sincerely lost track of how many exactly – but it felt like he came for hours, adding spurt after spurt to the growing pool inside her.

“Aaahhhnnn, yes! Yes yes yes yes yes YES, NIGHT LIGHT!!!”

Velvet squealed uncontrollably throughout his orgasm, the most pleasured expression he’d ever seen in his life frozen on her face, as if the feeling of his semen hitting her womb was more satisfying than any orgasm. Which, in a way, it sort of was. And Velvet clearly didn’t want it to end; she was audibly begging for more, every “yes” both a whoop of delight for one pulse of cum and a plea for the next, and her inner walls clenched rhythmically around his twitching shaft, equally intent on milking him for every bit of seed he was worth. Seed he was more than able to provide, as Velvet’s squeezes and pleas easily coaxed two or three extra bursts out of him before he finally stopped coming, certain he’d given her twice the load he’d given Celestia.

Finished at last, the pair slumped down flat on the bed and rolled to one side, and this time Night Light was the one to hold his partner to his chest as their heart rates slowly caught up to their oxygen needs and settled down. For a while the both of them just laid there in silence, other than their heavy, tired breaths, reveling in the afterglow of the frantic rutting session that still had them both seeing stars.

“Wow… just… wow,” Velvet panted at last. “I don’t even… I can’t feel my anything…”

“Are you alright…?” Night Light murmured back. “That wasn’t too… uh… too intense?”

“Goddess, no, Night Light, that was exactly the right amount of intensity…” she swiftly assured him. “I feel so much better. You knocked that estrus clear into next week…”

“Heh, that’s… kind of the idea, yeah,” he chuckled softly back at her. “I’m glad it worked, though. Uh, sorry about, you know… all your stuff, with the walls and the vase and--”

“It’s just stuff, Night Light, you don’t have to apologize. Besides, that was worth it. Everything about today has been absolutely perfect…”

“Ah-heh… good, good…” Night Light smiled in relief. “So you’re… good, then?”

“I’m good. Great even,” she insisted. With a gentle pop she pried herself off of his receding erection and turned around, so they were face to face. “Thank you Night Light. That was the best heat-sex a mare could hope for.”

“Likewise,” Night Light agreed with a tired smile.

“Is it too soon to say ‘I love you’?”

Night Light blushed deeper than at any other time that night. “…You love me…?”

“It’s okay if you’re not ready to say it yet,” Velvet told him. “I understand if you’re still sorting this all out for yourself… but I’ve felt something for you almost since we met, and this pretty much cements it.”

Velvet hugged him tight and kissed his nose. “So… yes. I love you, Night Light.”

Night Light felt himself smile, completely unbidden by any conscious thought, and answered her right back like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“I love you too, Twilight Velvet.”

“Really…?” Velvet’s whole face lit up in delight.

“…Yeah. Really,” Night Light confirmed, after his brain had a chance to catch up to his heart. “I should’ve admitted it ages ago. I’m sorry I was such a foal about it.”

Velvet cooed happily and hugged him even tighter, nuzzling under his chin. “It’s okay, Night Light… better late than never.”

“Heh… yeah, I guess so,” he admitted, finally letting go of her, and flopped lazily to his back to stare at the ceiling. “Mmhh… hell of a day, huh…?”

“Hehe, yeah, it sure has been.”

Night Light closed his eyes with a tired smile. “I think I could die happy right now…”

Velvet giggled quietly. “Well can you do me a favor and die another day? I’m not done enjoying this one yet.”

Night Light frowned curiously at that, feeling Velvet shift her weight over on top of him at the same time, and opened his eyes to find hers gazing down at him. A second later she moved in for a kiss, lighter and softer than anything they’d been sharing while she was saddled with estrus, but somehow still with all the same love and passion and desire. Her body was laid fully on top of his now, and she was gently rocking back and forth as she kissed him, in a slow imitation of their earlier activities, which caused Night Light’s arousal to perk back up attentively at the reminder.

“Velvet…?” he mumbled into her lips with a soft groan. “What are you doing…?”

“What does it look like…?” she whispered back. “I want to make love to my new coltfriend.”

Night Light flushed at his freshly minted title. “Uh… heh, not that I’m complaining, but… didn’t we just--?”

“That wasn’t lovemaking, dummy,” she giggled as she lined herself up with the tip of his member. “That was… that was wild, nasty heat-sex.”

“Is that… bad?” Night Light ventured warily.

“No, but it sure wasn’t lovemaking. That was for the estrus.”

Velvet slid herself carefully down and backward, easing his renewed erection into her waiting marehood and eliciting a quiet groan from both partners.

“This…?” she murmured, nuzzling him gently as she settled herself in place, fully enveloping him. “This is for us.”

Night Light could definitely see what she meant. Her body was cradled up against his, both of them lying with their limbs and tails twined together or wrapped around each other, and although the physical pleasure of it was certainly there and more than a little exciting, suddenly it seemed… less important. Secondary. An afterthought, even.

Then Velvet was leaning forward once more, giving him a tender smile as she tipped her forehead, and touched her horn to his for the second time that night. Again Night Light felt the same sharp, pleasant tingling of shared magic as her violet aura mixed with his own pale-blue one, and this time she stayed there, letting the almost electric sensation surge through them for several long moments, connecting them, like he had never felt connected with anypony else in his life. It was like a magic spell, the most potent one Night Light had ever before felt or tried to cast, literally sparking above their heads and centered where their horns touched, filling the room with its warm glow.

“I love you…” she repeated once more.

“I love you too,” Night Light echoed her.

“Make love to me, Night Light…”

“For as long as you can stand it, Twilight Velvet…”

He rocked his hips once, eliciting the most pleasant shiver from her, and then they were both in motion again, kissing for what seemed like hours – and in reality, in fact, it was – working together, moving together, even climaxing together as they held each other and made love, again and again, all through the night.