Twi/Anon marital problems

>"H-how dare you! Did you spy on me!?"
"I had to see it to believe it, Twi."
>"Get out of here, right now, Anon!"
"You know what? No. Stallion, fuck off outside. My 'wife' and I need a bit of privacy."
>"This is my house!"
>"And you're a credit to your community for using it as a location to fuck married mares. Now get out."
>Staring with arms folded at the pair, shit getting real
>Twilight looks nervous as the stallion stumbles out of the room
"Let's just get this out plain and simple."
>You rub your temples in frustration as you take a seat with Twilight covering herself over as if she had any shame.
>"What do you mean-"
"Look, you either don't get what you need from me, or you want to hurt me. Pick one. That's what it boils down to."
>Twilight looks at you and gives a lift sigh, wings dropping.
>"I'm not trying to hurt you."
"Great, you fucked that up already, but let's hear what you're missing in our marriage."
>Twilight looks at you with a mixture of anger and hurt.
>"Well excuse me for having estrus cycles, Anon! You haven't even touched me in weeks!"
"Twilight you know that the Harvest Parade is in four days. I've been working from sunrise to sunset ever since that useless idiot Crankshaft dropped an axel on his leg! If I don't pick up the slack, no one else will."
>"W-Well maybe if you had any sense you would notice when I was needing you more than your stupid job!"
"I wonder when I could, seeing as you're asleep by the time I get home or when I leave."
>Twilight gave a perturbed glare at you.
>"What is it that you even do that makes you so weak!?"
>You feel a rush of fire at the insult, but keep it in.
"Let's see you rebuild a cart chassis and rig a full set of wiring through a float on a deadline! You know we set this shit up over a month! If I don't spend literally half a day working on it they won't be finished! Let alone running!"
>Twilight turned her nose up.
>"Yes, well, I'm -a princess- here and I have exhausting royal duties!"
"Yeah, smile and wave. And search for magical macguffins to solve your problems."
>Twilight scowls. "Anon, if it weren't for-"
"Let me stop you there."
>Twilight freezes, hoof in the air
"Does any of that matter? Currently? No. Whatever grand fucking adventures you used to have, your whole heroine phase of saving Equestria from certain doom, fuck all of it. Doesn't matter. What does matter is you went out and fucked some other stallion without a word."
>Twilight stares at you. "Your tone is making me confused."
"What? Because I get that I can't really satisfy you all the time? That I understand that were two completely different species with vastly different biology?"
>Twilight blinks, raising her hoof to speak only to lower it as her jaw hangs open.
"...You didn't say shit about how bad it was getting. You let it fester until... THIS. Why the hell did you say nothing? You could have woken me up or left a message, fucking ANYTHING, Twilight. Make a fucking checklist of everything you need and CC me in a memo. TALK TO ME!"
>Twilight shrinks down as you lose your temper.
>"We could have discussed it. Talked about this. Do you think I don't love you? Do you honestly think I don't care about how you feel?"
>Twilight stared in disbelief.
>"Anon, do you think I'm that petty?"
"I try not to! I don't make it a habit of thinking the worst of the mare I married."
>"Do you even still love me?"
>Your hand clenched hard, fighting the urge to slap her for her blasphemous accusation.
"Don't you fucking dare say that I don't love you."
>You grind your thumb against your temple, trying to calm the jackhammer in your skull. Almost feels like you're going to have a stroke.
"I love you enough that I would have discussed an arrangement so you could get your satisfaction if that's all this was. Do you really think it's cause of me not wanting to be with you, and not the fact that I've been pushing almost a hundred and twenty hours in the shop?"
>"...You would have said YES to something like this?! I'm supposed to be your wife!"
"You make compromises in a marriage. If it's just sex, it's just sex."
>You level your glare with her.
"But if you ever think I don't love you, you remember this moment."
>Twilight stared back at you.
"Because I'm going to forgive you for this."
>Twilight stepped out of bed, trotting nearer to your seat. "You are?"
"I'm still fucking furious."
>Twilight takes a step back.
>You sigh.
"I've got work to do. Clockwork thinks I'm out getting lunch. We will discuss this later."
>"Anon, I'm sorry."
"We. Will talk. Later."

>You worked the rest of your day without your meal, focusing on the job rather than your bitter feelings
>Clockwork gave you a heckling for taking an extra twenty minutes to get back to work.
>You grit your teeth and just went to focus on the tasks rather than the sight of Twilight and the stallion.
>Your focus was so intense that you didn't hear Clockwork shouting for you, only to have him yank the dolly out from under the float you were working on and shout in your face.
>You bolted upright and grabbed him by the throat, throwing him back against the wall, seeing that stallion again.
>He yelled to let go, coughing and kicking his legs
>You let him go when you came to your senses and regained your composure, then apologized.
>Clockwork stepped way back and asked what was wrong.
"I don't mix my personal life with my professional duty. I'm sorry for giving you some of it."
>He left you alone the rest of the shift.

>Later at the castle
>You peeked into your bedroom.
>Twilight is asleep
>You take the hidden chalice of cognac to the central chamber and sit quietly with only the settling of ice cubes to crack the silence
>It's strange feeling so angry and hurt while knowing you weren't really that upset about the whole thing
>Just that she didn't think to mention to her husband that she wasn't getting what she wanted or needed.
>Disappointment, a pit in your stomach, and some strong drink to chase it down.
"God damn it, Twilight. God... FUCKING damn it!"
>You take your empty glass and throw it to the wall. It shatters with a loud crash, sending bits of crystal in all direction.
>Fuck, that was part of the gift set you got from Cadance and Shining Armor at your wedding.
>You grudgingly pour another glass, trying to dull your senses.
>The silence is disrupted by the sound of the heavy door opening and the soft clop of hooves.
>"Anon...? You're finally home..."
>Twilight is tired, but you can hear the sadness and hidden dread of an awkward conversation in her future giving her pause.
"Twilight, tell me something."
>"Hmm?"
"Tell me why you didn't just speak up. I'm supposed to be your husband, for fuck's sake."
>You could have been softer, but the point needed to be made.
>"I just... I didn't know how to say it."
"Really? 'Our sex life is kind of lacking.' Doesn't seem so bad. Why do you think I'm so low that I can't take criticism or rejection?"
>"Anon, I didn't mean-"
"What have I always told you? The ONLY rule I ever have had when we started dating, the one fucking rule I had!"
>"...Be honest with you."
>You sip your drink, resting back against the throne.
>Twilight steps nearer to your seat. You shove over a bit and gesture her to sit.
>It's a rather awkward squeeze.
"That's literally it. That's it! All I ask! If there's a problem, be honest, speak up, say fucking anything that's on your mind. I can put up with immense levels of bullshit, but only if its honest bullshit. I'll deal with whiny moods, I will listen to whatever shit happened in Canterlot that pissed you off, I'll handle any of it! So long as it's trivial, meaningless, honest bullshit."
>You pull and arm around her but focus more on your drinking arm as it gestures to add emphasis to your words. Her wing droops down around you in a show of affection and mild disappointment in herself.
"But lying? Sneaking around? That's where I stop being okay with it. You understand, right?"
>Twilight nodded weakly.
>"Anon, I'm sorry... I really am."
"I know you are, Twi. That's why this is such a shitty feeling. Because I can't stay mad at you and lord this over you. I can't cast a sideways glance and remind you anytime that I want that you betrayed my trust even once, because I'm not that kind of person. I'm not a petty sadist who wants to see his wife guilty every minute for the rest of their lives."
>"Is there anything I can do?"
>You drink another pull of the cognac. You feel your face flush with heat and the fire simmers in your belly.
"For starters you can invent a royal position of bullshit taker and forgiver."
>Twilight rolled her eyes.
>"Really, you're gonna be like that?"
"After what you did today, you're calling foul on ANYTHING I do?"
>Twilght looked down at the floor.
>Damn it, you're not trying to make her sorry or feel guilty. She can do that on her own.
"I'm venting, shut up. What would you do if you saw me fucking some other mare? Hmm?"
>Twilight tensed up, her teeth audibly clamping as she thought about it.
"What if you heard I was sneaking around? What if you walked in on me balls deep in Cadance like that stallion-"
>Twilight smacked your face with her hoof. A look of anger and deep emotional pain was on her face and she looked to be holding back tears.
"...Ow. That really fucking hurts, you know."
>Twilight smacked you again.
>"You don't think this hurts me, Anon?! Knowing I betrayed you and your ridiculous naive levels of trust?"
"You are my wife. Why should I ever think the worst?"
>"Because you're my husband! You should be thinking I'm out screwing half the kingdom!"
"So, you mean I should believe the Princess of Friendship, multiple time savior of Equestria, my wife, is a petty, slutty, scandalous mare who cares nothing for the people who love her and likewise she cares for."
>Twilight made ready to smack you again, but your hand stopped her.
"Why the fuck would I think that. I love you, you idiot. Since when did love constitute extreme suspicion of infidelity?"
>"You just don't get it."
"You're right, I dont. I don't ducking understand how I should act with my wife."
>You sit in silence until you drink down the last of the cognac in your glass.
>"I thought you said you gave up drinking."
"I did. I just made an exception."
>"Are you going to lord this over me, now?"
"Depends on how long you want to keep being awkward about it and not letting us both move past it. I said I'm not that kind of person."
>"I'm being awkward about it?"
"I already have had my little tantrum about it so yes, you are."
>"How are you so okay with this?!"
"I'm a sentimental romantic who is jaded and detached from the concept of closed relationships when both parties are not satisfied or otherwise happy."
>Twilight stares at you.
"I said it before. I don't care. If you love me, then say it and make me believe you."
>Twilight went somewhat shifty, looking down to the floor.
"...You don't love me, anymore, do you?"
>Twilight's eyes rise to meet yours.
>"Anon, I love you. I just... I don't understand. Why... How are you so indifferent to this?"
"Because I know everyone makes mistakes. You had a lapse of judgement. It was a pretty fucking big and stupid one but I'll give you a chance to show me that you are sorry, and you werent trying to hurt me."
>Twilight droops her head.
"We're gonna move passed this together. Right?"
>She gave another weak nod, then moved up to nuzzle her head into the nape of your neck.
"This, right here is just another bump in the road. We blew a tire, but we'll fix it and keep going."
>You cuddle together on her throne in relative silence for a few moments, before she turns up to you.
>"I really don't deserve you."
"Probably not."
>"Well, glad you're so happy to admit it."
"Please, Twi. You know me well enough to snark at anything I possibly can just for a cheap laugh."
>"You really are a jerk sometimes, Anon."
>Twilight's head rests down against your leg.
"I remember the dance lessons for our wedding. Don't you?"
>"I remember Rarity kicking you every four seconds when I was practicing with the lamp."
"I remember passing out from laughing too much."
>Twilight rolled her eyes. "It was fun, though."
"Did you think I was a jerk then, for laughing?"
>"A bit, but then seeing you drag along one of her ponyquins and breaking the legs off."
>You nod, setting the glass down on the table.
"Isn't that the old stage term for good luck?"
>Twilight gives a snort.
>Moving your arm from around Twilight, you stand, turning to face her. Your hand goes down in front of you as you bow.
"May I have this dance, Princess Twilight?"
>You give her a cheeky grin
>She puts her hoof into your hand, giving a smile as she takes the somewhat awkward dance position.
>The silence makes for good ambiance as you start stepping in the rhythm. Her hoofs clopping, your feet tapping.
>"This never gets any easier..."
"I don't think it's supposed to. Just less uncomfortable."
>Her head rests against your chest as you dance your awkward waltz.
"It's still nice, though."
>You feel her head rub against you, nodding. Her horn pokes you gently as she turns her head over.
>You dance together for several minutes, just enjoying each others company. Something not done enough lately.
"I'm tired, Twi."
>Even stepping with you, it seems like she's already nodding off against you. You slip a hand down slowly along her back toward her flank.
>Twilight gives a soft sound as she pulls in closer.
>You crouch a bit, getting enough leverage to lift her and carry her against your chest, her wings swaying weakly in her groggy state.
>You carry her back to your bedroom to gently laying her down in your bed.
>You step away to take off your clothes
>You slide into bed with her
>Her head comes to rest against your chest again
>"I love you Anon."
"I love you too, Twi."
>"The parade is next week, isn't it?"
"Yeah, then I can finally relax and get off the crazy schedule."
>"Maybe we can have a nice night out, then. Just the two of us?"
"I don't think Celestia or Luna would appreciate using your position to stake a claim on a whole restaurant for an evening."
>"You're an idiot."
"And you're purple, what's your point?"
>"Promise me we'll have a night out soon. I miss my husband."
"I promise, that the first day after the parade... No, two days after. I still have to help tear everything down afterward..."
>Twilight grumbled.
"...I promise we'll do something soon."
>"And I won't avoid speaking up, anymore."
"There's a good girl."
>"...I told you not to talk to me like I'm your pet."
"I never agreed to stop, Twi."
>You squeeze your arm around her as she gives you a little shove.
>"Good night, Anon."
"Good night, Twilight."

>Word spread about Twilight cheating on you
>Numerous calls and letters about interviews or story exclusives
>Two physical altercations after paparazzi wouldn't take no for an answer
>Twilight still seems guilty as you try to just move forward and finish your work
>Week passes and finally day of the parade
>Relax in the royal balcony seats half asleep from the previous nights of exhausting work
>"Anon? You're not really sleeping through this, are you?"
>You crack open one eye, looking to Cadance standing in front of you.
"I've been looking at these floats for the last month. Nothing new to see."
>Your eye drops shut again.
>"Twilight asked me to speak with you."
"Of course she did."
>"She's just concerned you're still upset about the whole thing..."
"Wouldn't you be? I'm just looking at if for what it is. Past events. Look forward to the future and don't dwell on the bullshit."
>"You just seem down."
>You open your sandbagged eyes and stare at her.
"Couldn't be from working myself into a mild coma every night this last week while dealing with media butting into my marital problems. Must be me focusing so intently on my wife banging some stallion that in being physically affected."
>Snappier than you wanted to sound but you were dead on your feet, practically.
>"We're all concerned, that's all."
>Great. Celestia.
"What for."
>"Princess Twilight seems more broken up than you are. And she's the one at fault." Celestia said as she stepped into the balcony.
"Well she is the guilty party..."
>Cadance and Celestia look at each other.
"What is it with women? Is plain English not enough? Do I need to make some facade like I'm okay but deep down I'm brooding over my sorrows?"
>They look a bit offended.
"I don't know why you can't see that while I am hurt, yes, I'm not focusing on it. What help is focusing on how it hurts if I could move passed it and focus on making it better?"
>"Well that's very... Pragmatic."
>You reach down to pick up your drinking glass, raising it as if you were toasting your pragmatism.
>"Twilight said you stopped drinking."
"So did I. Didn't mean forever."
>You tip the cool dark liquor back as the ice clinks in the glass.
>"You're not slipping off the wagon are you? This isn't some excuse to go back to an old vice." Cadance asked.
"...I've had two drinks this week. Once after I caught Twilight, the other, right now. Get off my back."
>Celestia looks less than pleased, levitating the drink from your grasp. You heave a sigh, sitting upright from your reclined position.
"Can you leave Twilight and I well enough alone to sort our own problems out? Or is it Equestrian law to meddle in everything you-"
>Celestia shakes the glass at you, emptying the rest into your face.
>"Your behavior is deplorable. You're like some whiny colt who doesn't want to grow up."
>You wipe your face with your sleeve, wincing from the burning sensation on your eyes.
>Cadance looked a bit surprised.
"Well, what SHOULD I do then? HMM? Bestow upon me your infinite f-.."
>You take a breath, putting your hands out, before you snap and say something that might come back to bite you.
"Look. I've been heckled all week about this from everyone who should just butt out. I know you two are coming here in good will, but I'm fine, okay? Cadance, you can see I still love her like I always have, can't you?"
>Cadance stepped nearer to you, placing a hoof around your shoulder. Her horn began to glow softly as she pressed her forehead to yours.
>She gave a sigh as she pulled away moments later, seeing your inner turmoil that was bottled away beneath the apathetic reactions.
>"He's not lying... It's all still there as strong as ever, but..."
>Celestia quirked a brow. "But what?"
>Cadance looked to you sadly. "That isn't good for you, Anon."
"I'll manage. As I always have."

>Later that night
>Twilight steps in to your private workshop
>You're idly tinkering just to pass time and focus on something constructive
>"Isn't there anything else you could be doing, besides working?"
"It's not work, it's a hobby."
>"And your job."
"Can't I do both?"
>Twilight rolled her eyes.
>You set down the small box on the table.
>"What is it?"
"Flip the switch."
>Twilight brings her hoof up and taps the little switch, causing the box to tilt open and a wooden finger pops out to poke the switch back before shutting once again.
>Twilight looks confused and flips the switch again. With the same result. She looks mildly annoyed.
>"I don't get it."
"There's nothing to get. It's a device that turns itself off when it gets turned on."
>"That seems ridiculous and pointless."
>You shrug.
"I bet you're gonna mention the conversation I had earlier? I know how much you royal types like to gossip."
>Twilight shakes her head.
>"No, Anon, I decided to try it your way. I made a mistake but beating myself up over it won't solve anything, and you just want us to move passed it."
"Hang on."
>You glance outside the window, making an overly dramatic sweep over the landscape and horizon.
"Mmm... Nope. No flying pigs, or frozen hellscapes."
>Twilight grumbles. "You could be a little more mature about this."
"Yeah but that would be forced."
>Twilight nuzzles against your shoulder.
>You roll your eyes and give a sigh.
"Com'ere, you."
>You wrap your arms around her and squeeze her close.
>"So what's next?"
"I booked us in at that quiet little cafe bistro in Canterlot for tomorrow evening."
>Twilight perks up, looking confused.
>"Don't you have to help tear down the parade decor?"
"Let Clockwork work hard for a change. I'm taking the day off. He'll figure out how to manage."
>"That's selfish."
>You bite your tongue.
"To take time off for my wife? Shame on me."
>Twilight gave a chuckle. "I do enjoy hearing that..."
"What, 'shame on me'?"
>She leans up to give you a kiss. "No, the other part."
"Taking time off for my wife."
>You pause as it clicks.
"Oh. Yes, that makes more sense. And I don't see any major events needing massive amounts of wagon and mechanical preparation so..."
>"So we can get back to where we were?"
"We can start to."
>"I'd like that."
>Your arms reach down around her and pick her up. She lets out a surprised noise as you start carrying her.
"I'm sorry, too, you know."
>"For what?"
"Not taking a step back and noticing my wife was unhappy."
>"Anon, this wasn't-"
"Of course it wasn't my fault. But I can't say I wasn't at all responsible."
>You carry her upstairs and lay her down in your bed.
>"I want to talk to Clockwork tomorrow."
"What for?"
>"I'm going to give him a royal order to hire more staff. You shouldn't be responsible for his bad management."
"It's nice to hear that."
>"Hear what?"
"Hear that someone else thinks I shouldn't have to pick up the slack."
>"Well why do it, anyway?"
"Because it's stuff that needs doing."
>"But it's not your job."
"No, but I do it anyway."
>Twilight pokes your chest with each word.
>"It's. Not. Your. Job. You're not the boss there are you?"
"No."
>"Then stop working like it!"
>You didn't want to seem selfish or entitled but she had a point. That was Clockworks problem, not yours.
"Then we'll both go tomorrow and talk him into proper work management and planning."
>Twilight pushed herself closer against you as you cuddled in bed. You could feel her body was warm and her scent was palpable.
>"There's one other thing."
"Estrus again? Already?"
>"I can't help that I'm a young mare in her prime, Anon."



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>"So that means your Princess will make good use of the time off with her husband."
>She gives a snicker with a devilish look in her eye.
"...You've been doing research haven't you."
>"Let's say I haven't been idle and mopey the whole time."
>Twilight's horn lights up as you feel a warmth against your groin.
"...You're starting another cycle soon aren't you."
>"And you've got no excuse to avoid sex."
"I didn't want to avoid it, it would have just literally killed me to work that much after all those hours."
>Twilight presses her lips to yours again. The warmth grows in your loins.
"Go wait upstairs for me. I'll be up in two minutes."
>"One eighty, one seventy nine..."
>You roll your eyes as Twilight turns to leave your workshop, swaying that perfect purple ass from side to side.
>You shift around in your seat, the warmth feeling a bit awkward. You tidy a few things on the bench before leaving, heading up the stairway.
>You feel something heavy in the air, you can taste it, smell it
>Nearing the door you hear inside.
>"Four... Three... Two..."
>You deliberately wait for the zero count to open the door.
>Twilight is sprawled somewhat on your bed, wings held aloft with her rear raised and wagging at you. Her horn glows and you feel yourself pulled forward by your hips, stumbling along with a light surprised sound.
>Well, pretty easy to read what's going to happen.
>Clothes come off
>Waves of pheromones and heavy air washing over you from Twilight
>You're getting lightheaded from all this stimulation of your senses.
>Until you look lower and see your semi-erect shaft has swollen to around twice its size.
>Probably lightheaded from the blood flow increasing to that much more girthy meat log.
>"You were a lot longer but I heard you coming and thought to just count anyway."
"This can't be healthy for me."
>"Well, this is the test run."
"Is it permanent?"
>Twilight says nothing, only shaking her rear to you.
>When in Rome
>You move forward and place your hands on her flank, giving your head a shake to focus.
>Why was everything so overpowering tonight? She never smelled this strongly.
"It's funny..."
>"What is?"
"Cadance told me its bad to bottle things up. I tend to save all the shit for one big eruption."
>"So how is that relevant?"
"Because instead of just a twenty minute tantrum in Everfree pounding on a log, you gave me a log to pound you with."
>Twilight gives a startled look.
"And it won't be just twenty minutes."
>You press the tip of your newly engorged erection against her dripping sex. Twilight lowers her head submissively as she lets out a gasp into the pillow below. The heat of her pussy washes over your member as you penetrate her marehood, leaning in and looming over her. Twilight lets out a whimpering moan as the increased girth gives her more stimulation against her somewhat roomy passage.
>She pulsed and clamped down with her walls, giving you a surprisingly pleasant sensation with the proportion issue rather well rectified.
"So, this is what you wanted?"
>"Y-Yes... It was... Alright before but this, this! Is so much better..."
>Going steadily, you rock back and forth to work your shaft deeper into her love tunnel until your hips meet hers.
>Total hilting.
>Your body leans forward to hug around her, laying comfortably between her wings.
"Bite down on the pillow."
>"H-Huh?"
>You pull yourself back to your proper position after your little moment together, reeling your hips back. A sharp thrust forward causes Twilight to flare her wings, giving a pained squealing noise into the pillow. In and out, your firm hold on her flank gives you plenty of leverage against her ass as you dump all those pained memories into your furious fucking frenzy.
>"A-Anon! Please! S-Slow down a bit!"
"Slow down? No, sorry. Don't think you're the only one who gets sexually frustrated, Twi. We both want this just as badly."
>Bucking harder, your hips roll in a wave to grind your girth through her whole vagina, sending shocks of pleasure through both of your bodies.
>"Mnng! Anon! TH-THERE!"
>Twilight squeals as your thrust in, bouncing the tip of your cock against her cervix. Your vision starts to get hazy as you sweat and breathe heavily.
>"Oh yes~! Don't stop! Celestia yes!"
"Don't bring her into this! This is just you and me!"
>You reach forward and grab Twilight's horn, pulling her drooling, moaning face up out of the pillow. Her face is flushed a deep red, and her eyes are looking more bonkers than Derpy's.
>You start to feel the growing eruption in your loins when Twi goes rigid, then limp, entering a convulsive climax cycle and soaking your bed in her fluids.
>The clenching of her muscles locks you into her, nearly stopping your thrusts with how hard she clamps your cock. Again, you bear down on her and wrap your arms around her body.
>You speak against her ear.
"Twi, I love you. You damn well better remember that."
>"Y-Yes Anooooo-ohh SWEET CELESTIA!"
>She cried out as you reach your own climax, body jerking violently as the shotgun of semen unloads deep into her cunt, gushing out hot spunk. Spurts leak through her cervical opening as you paint her insides a fiery white. Her body convulses rhythmically with your ejaculation, falling limp beneathe you as your insemination ritual subsides.
>You lie together, with her under you. She twitches like a wounded animal with that goofy face twisted into an almost disturbing visage of penultimate bliss.
>You relax for a few minutes.
"Twi? Twilight?"
>"Can't think, don't want to."
"I think your spell works."