To Ne'er Come Down Again

Though their walk was a short one, they grew increasingly heated with each step they took. What began as lustful promises and/or threats quickly took a physical turn. Casual caressing or subtle fondling transformed into something toeing the line of outright exhibitionism. By the time they got into the hotel’s elevator, they were loudly and quite messily making out.

Reaching their floor, the pair stumbled out of the lift and into the hallway. Rearing onto her hind legs, with a particularly brutal shove, the Matriarch slammed the man’s back against the corridor wall. Her head flew to the side of his face, as she pinned him.

“If you don’t appease me,” she amorously snarled, flicking her tongue over his ear, “I’m going to bring you out this evening while you’re positively reeking of my loins.”

“Only if you’re not walking funny,” he snickered, jamming his tongue into her mouth.

He dipped down and shot to her side, escaping her clutches, but he didn’t flee - no, he was nowhere near finished with her. The passion of it all left him energized, almost to a supernatural level, leading him to make a bold and rather risky move. Cradling her rump with one hand, while supporting her torso with the other, he hauled her into a princess carry. With his blushing and startled wife in his arms, he stormed towards their room.

Chrysalis’ surprise lasted only the briefest of moments, before she was eagerly gnawing her lip. It was almost cute, seeing the wanton, ageless Queen looking like a horny teenager, but he knew better. One way or another, regardless of if he was in physical control of the situation, he was going to end up screwing her brains out. Issuing a silent prayer to whatever licentious deity may be listening, he approached their room.

Before he could figure out how he was going to let them into their suite, since his hands were occupied, a chartreuse beam of energy blasted the lock and knob from the door. He could help but laugh, seeing the wholly unnecessary destruction. He knew she was worked up, but he’d had no way of knowing they’d break something before they’d even gotten down to business.

Trudging into the room and to their bed, he flung her to the mattress. “Wait right there,” he sternly tutted, shaking a finger at her.

Damn near running to the exit, Anon did what he could to secure their room. After he and his wife got started, he couldn’t afford to have someone blundering in on them - for fucks sake, given how excited she was, he wouldn’t put it past her to immolate any unwanted intruders! Jamming a chair against the door, he fastened the surviving chain latch and prayed they wouldn’t have any unexpected visitors.

Turning back towards the bedchamber, he scampered to his awaiting wife. As he deftly unbuttoned his top, letting the Equestrian equivalent of a hawaiian themed shirt hang open over his chest, his thoughts wandered to how he could best plow his lover into submission. Entering the chamber, spying his lounging on the bed, he ground to a halt.

Laying on her back, with her hind legs slightly parted, Chrysalis laid her forehooves atop a pair of positively magnificent bosoms on her abdomen. Each tit was positively massive, easily as large or larger than the one’s she’d periodically flaunted during or shortly after her pregnancy, giving him a moment for pause. Spotting him, a coy smirk split her muzzle.

“I presume these are adequate,” she purred, squeezing one udder-like teat.

Despite having adapted to and fully embraced having an equine lover, Anon had never been able to shake his profound weakness for a good pair of breasts. Chrysalis could effortlessly adorn herself with a lovely pair of knockers, what with being a changeling, although it was an uncommon and unnecessary treat from her. He was positively smitten with her natural look, they both knew that, so she rarely if ever modified herself.

Feeling his shorts grow tight, he dumbly nodded. His eyes wandered lower down her frame, ultimately settling on the deliciously plump and extraordinarily moist entrance of her sex. The dark folds of her flesh winked open, invitingly displaying her vividly colored interior. He figured she’d been worked up, yet the glistening juices dribbling down the cleft of her rump left no room for doubt.

“What are you waiting for, my King?” she giggled, leaning in and gingerly spreading her marehood for him. “Your broodmare awaits your illustrious load…”

While he’d had every intention of following through with his plan, pinning her down and plowing her into the bed, the sight made him feel weak. As radiant as the morning sun, yet as sinful as the darkness of midnight, she was a paradox of beauty. His time with her had shown him many things but, of them all, one shone through above the rest - he couldn’t imagine a more perfect mate in this world or any other.

Looking to her face, knowing he was smiling like an idiot, he hooked his thumbs over his shorts and slowly pulled them down his hips. Though she was clearly baiting him, he was more than capable of giving her a little show himself. As the fabric slid over his cock, forcing his erection downward, inch after inch of his shaft was slowly revealed. Watching the show and shifting one hoof to massage her engorged clit, a contented groan escaped her.

As his trunks slipped down his legs and fell to the floor, leaving him bare from the waist down, he shrugged off his shirt. He could have teased her more, or possibly stroked himself to rile her up, but there was really no need. The time for talk and seduction was at an end - it was the time to act.

Crawling up the foot of the bed, towards his awaiting mate, he slowly moved between her outstretched legs. The scent of her arousal hit him first, flooding his sinuses and causing his pulse to quicken, although the sublime heat of her loins quickly bathed his countenance. Stopping just shy of her marehood, he glanced to her face.

Smiling down at him, moving one forehoof past her abdomen and massive teats, Chrysalis reached for her human lover. Gingerly grasping the back of his head, she gently yet firmly pulled his face to her sex. Somehow being both affectionate and commanding, the move was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Anon’s lips pressed against the meaty folds of her snatch, while breathing in yet more of her heavenly fragrance. His tongue ran up her entrance, coating his taste buds in the citrusy flavor of her essence, before coming to her clit. Lapping and softly suckling upon the sensitive but of flesh, he felt a shiver of delight run through her thighs. Though he could have shifted to his side and stroked himself, restrained himself; soon enough, he’d have something much, much better than a measly hand-job.

Her pleased sighs were music to his ears, spurring him to give her his very best. Reaching under her hind legs, wrapping his arms around her thighs, his hands moved to her bosoms. While it took him a moment of blind fumbling, his fingers grazed a pair of erect buds. Playing with her nipples would be the perfect accoutrement to feasting on her juicy marehood.

Utilizing every technique in his oral arsenal, Anon’s face was slickened with her marish juices. Winking around his probing tongue and skillful lips, her drooling sex grew more than ready. Her nectar dribbled from his chin, dripping to the mattress, yet his assault didn’t cease. Though the primal parts of him desperately wished to sate themselves, to have him hop up and plow her, he held off. It was almost like a game of chicken, seeing which one of them would break first.

As his fingers played over her tits, a stunning realization struck him. Using his hands was fun and all, yet he couldn’t help from indulging himself just a bit. Crawling forward, bringing himself further up her frame, his face came to rest above the twin mounds of flesh. Eyeing his mate’s pair of darkened nipples, he lowered his head and gently nursed on one teat. Propped on one arm, being careful to keep his balance, his free hand sailed to her loins.

Two digits slid into her, expertly questing for the elusive sweet spot just within her canal. Had Anon been some novice, he may not have been lucky enough to find her g-spot, but that wasn’t the case. With surgical precision and a tenderness belying his enthusiasm, his fingers lovingly caressed and massaged the erogenous zone. A stifled whimper was his reward, causing him to delicately bite her nipple.

Ultimately, after several minutes of foreplay had passed, the pair reached a bit of a stalemate. Chrysalis shifted her grip, tugging his head back ever so slightly, and peered down at his face. Neither spoke a word, knowing it was time for things to progress. Releasing him, her hooves glided down her thighs and to her knees, before obscenely spreading and lifting her hind legs.

Pushing himself up into a kneeling position, Anon shuffled forward. Gripping the base of his tool, he tauntingly guided his tip up and down her entrance. The tease, while fleeting, gave his Queen an opening she was all too quick to exploit. Extending her hind legs to either side of his waist, she locked her fetlocks around him and pulled him in.

Each grinned at the other, as the man was drawn into her depths. He didn’t resist, nor did he make a move to oblige her, until nearly half of his length had disappeared within her velvety confines. With his manhood firmly entombed within her, he lurched forward, pressing his hands to either side of her head, and fiercely bucked his hips. The move was rough and impulsive, hilting him in an instant, yet it was clear that neither of them minded. He grunted triumphantly, feeling his nuts slap against her ass, while she whorishly groaned below.

Looming over her, with his manhood fully sheathed, he started to move. Rocking back, he withdrew a portion of his shaft, savoring the sensation of her furiously clinging marehood. Had she so desired, with her legs wrapped around him, she could have kept him from moving, although neither of them wanted that. As he bucked back into her, causing her breasts to lightly jostle, she flexed her lower limbs and gave his thrust just a bit more force.

Constricting on his backstrokes, while relaxing and bucking her hips on his thrusts, they moved like a perfectly synchronized machine. There were times when they’d intentionally try to throw one another off, wildly and unexpectedly shifting their pace, yet not this time. Each was too worked up to care, having whipped each other into an amorous frenzy, and their actions reflected it.

Ironically enough, given all the kinks and fetishes they’d experimented with, simple missionary was a shared favorite. The position was one of the perilously few which allowed them both to fully appreciate the other and complimented the differences of their morphology wonderfully. Some variation of doggy would have taken the top spot, had it not been for one fact - they couldn’t look upon one another as easily.

“Mmmmmm,” she groaned, rolling her head back, “harder.”

Anon acquiesced, ramping up the intensity of his plunges. Like molten silk, her canal embraced his shaft. Snug and sublimely warm, laying his Queen had been the best and worst decision he’d ever made. Should he ever lose her, he knew no other creature could compare to the downright heavenly sensations she afforded. Setting his jaw, ramming his hips forward, the tip of his length kissed her cervix.

One of the strangest and most wonderful things about making love with her was how compatible their bodies were. Somehow, despite their wildly dissimilar physiologies, they were able to please one another flawlessly. She’d freely admitted that his endowment was comparable to a rather large drone, while her snatch was just deep enough to accommodate all of him - in the end, it was just one more sign that they were made for each other.

Though he couldn’t say how long he’d been at it, he sensed her legs growing slack. Her breathing grew heavy, the pitch of her moans shifted, and her marehood quivered around him. They’d long lost track of who made who cum first, but they’d always push each other to the limit. Like a shark smelling blood in the water, knowing she was struggling to maintain herself, he went in for the kill.

Kissing her would have been a bit tricky, since her head was laid back, but that wasn’t a problem. Leaning in, steadily pecking his way over her deliciously flat chest, up her neck, and around her jaw, his lips made their way to the side of her head. Inhaling slowly, he breathed hotly in her ear.

“Cum for me…”

Like some ancient spell being evoked, his words wrought devastation to his mate. Braying out, she nearly thrashed beneath him. Though he wasn’t quite at his limit, her hind legs wrenched him to her deepest depths, as her body pined for his seed. Juices gushed from her stuffed sex, painting his upper thighs, balls, and the blankets below. He resisted a triumphant smirk, knowing his turn would likely come sooner than he thought.

Heaving air into herself, riding out her post-orgasmic tremors, Chrysalis extended her forelegs and caressed his back. His efforts slackened, letting her ride out her climactic bliss. They typically tried to give each other a moment to recuperate, after reaching a pique, which left him woefully unprepared for her ambush. Her grasp on him shifted, snapping around his chest, before he was violently jerked to his left.

Literally and figuratively thrown off by the sudden development, he toppled over. Though it only took him a moment to get his bearings, that was more than enough time for his lover to strike. Heaving herself over, mounting his supine form nearly flawlessly, Chrysalis trapped him beneath herself. With the tables turned, a decidedly predatory smile split her muzzle. Her serpent-like tongue played over her glimmering fangs, her eyes went alight with eldritch fire, and her pupils contracted, as she loomed over him.

Draping herself over him, dragging her tongue up his torso, over one nipple, and to his neck, she menacingly chuckled to herself. She had the upper hoof, there was no doubt about that, but he couldn’t say exactly how she’d excerpt her newly acquired control. Twisting his head to the side, Anon kissed her cheek and tempted fate; he simply extended an arm, opened his hand, and viciously slapped her flank.

“Get to it -”

Wasting no time, clearly keen to claim her man’s essence, Chrysalis rocked back. With almost supernatural precision, she lowered her waist and impaled herself on his turgid shaft. She, much like her lover, was intimately familiar with every facet of her mate. Moving in reverse, she only stopped when her rump pressed against his upper thighs.

While he would have been perfectly content with the position he found himself in, his Queen had other plans. Her wings appeared from behind her, flicking to either side, as she lifted her torso. Reclining into a seated position, she reached back and rested her forehooves on his knees. His heart skipped a beat, as his eyes played over her gorgeous form.

Everything she had was on full display, from her sweat streaked face to her loins. Beneath her wondrously exquisite bosoms, he could spy her entrance wrapped around him. Lovingly stroking her inner thighs, sliding his hands to her abdomen, he playfully squeezed and fondled her teats - still, out of every beauteous and provocative inch of her, nothing was more captivating than her angelic visage.

“Enjoying herself?’ she giggled, lazily gyrating her waist.

Nodding, feeling his heart skip a beat, Anon suddenly found it hard to speak. Besides feeling positively divine, the sheer beauty of her was awe inspiring. Resting on his lap, with her marehood playfully squeezing his shaft, she awaited his reply. There was a good chance he’d have to say something, with her domineering side having reared its head, so he spoke the first thing that came to his mind.

“Shining got fucked over,” he blurted.

All movement from the Matriarch came to a screeching halt, while her left eye involuntarily twitched. “Excuse me,” she coldly hissed, sitting motionless.

“He wound up marrying the Princess of Love,” he sighed, locking eyes with her, “but I was lucky enough to marry the Queen of it.”

His impulsive assertion, totally unplanned, caused her to physically recoil. For the briefest flash, he thought he’d fucked up, accidentally evoking her ire, although he quickly discovered the truth. Her slavering marehood clamped around him, as she lifted her hips. Stopping herself, leaving just his glans within her luscious confines, her smirk returned. Without any warning whatsoever, she crashed down atop him, burying his cock within herself.

No sooner did she hilt herself did she start bouncing. Slow to start, either allowing him to relish the sensation or to give her perilously short refractory period a moment to rebound, she took her time with him. Now that they’d gotten their privacy, and with Chrysalis having one climax under his nonexistent belt, there was no real need to rush anything - still, he couldn’t let her do all the work. Shifting his grip to her waist, he aided her efforts.

His fingers sank into her soft flesh, adding a bit of his strength to her descents, although it wasn’t to last. Though he wasn’t quite at his limit, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last forever - as such, he allowed his impulses to take control. Thrusting up to meet her, the meaty impacts of their bodies set a steady drumbeat.

A heady cocktail of her nectar and his pre-cum seeped from her nethers, trailing over his groin and nuts. Besides being a visual treat, the cowgirl position gave her a slight edge on him. Situated as she was, wantonly fucking herself on him, her interior stoked the sensitive underside of his dick. The sex was as amazing as it had ever been, forcing him to concentrate.

He couldn’t explain it; though he’d bedded her countless times, the sensation of intimacy with her was unlike anything he’d ever known. The bliss of being with her, of making love with her, was almost otherworldly. Though it was impossible for him to say for certain, something told him that there was more than just a physical element at play. She gave him everything he could ever want from a mate, inspiring him to provide for her in every way he could.

Little by little, bit by bit, his urges wrestled control from his self-restraint. His heart thundered in his chest, he screwed his eyes shut, and his jaw clenched, while he fought the mounting pleasure. It was like trying to stop the tide; no matter how hard he struggled, hoping to stave off the inevitable, it was an impossible task. Peeking out, hoping for one last, glimpse of his mate, before he lost control, he got more than he could have bargained for.

Leaning back and peering down at him, with gossamer strands of cerulean mane draped over her face, Chrysalis openly panted. Saliva dripped from her lolled tongue and lips, pattering over her torso while she rode him. She almost looked like she was teetering on the brink herself, but to bring her to another peak so quickly was almost unheard of. Noting his attention, a flash of defiance met her eyes.

There were elements to his betrothed that other creatures lacked. Every other female species he knew of could be pleasured physically in some way or another, but changelings were a bit different. When it came to carnal affairs, there was a distinct emotional element involved - at least, for the pre-reformed subspecies. The creatures literally fed on love, so any voluntary nourishment was a profoundly intimate experience for them.

Her look told him everything he needed to know. Adjusting his grip, moving his hands to her back, he carefully pulled her towards himself. The movement threw her rhythm off, yet that was of little consequence; bracing his feet, pounding her from below, he picked up the slack. Though he was a hair’s breadth from reaching his end, there was something he needed to do. Staring longingly up at her, he gave voice to the one thing that would make the moment more perfect than it already was.

“Cum with me…”

Her face flew forward, as the two kissed and met their orgasmic end. Groaning into one another, overwhelmed with an ecstasy which eclipsed mortal comprehension, their souls entwined. His seed crashed against her inner gate, bathing her interior with his virile essence, while her depths convulsed around him. Though neither was fully aware of it, the instant was singular; in all ways but physical, they became one.

Lost in the nirvana of one another, the couple made out and basked in the moment. Anon couldn’t speak for her, but he genuinely loved her with all his heart. As audacious as it may have seemed, something told him that she felt the same way towards him. It was nearly impossible to fathom what an ageless, shapeshifting, depraved ne'er-do-well could be thinking, but she was his ageless, shapeshifting, depraved ne'er-do-well.

Breaking their kiss, dragging her muzzle across his cheek, she rested her head on his shoulder. “What am I going to do with you…?”

Anon nonchalantly shrugged, hugging her and rocking her from side to side. “Considering you already share a bed with me, started a family with me, and got married to me, I think the more appropriate question is what won’t you do with me.”

“I dearly hope that’s not a challenge,” she snickered, twisting her head to look over at him.

“Hey,” he began, his smile reaching his eyes, “you might be a changeling, but I got my Boy Scouts badge in knot tying.”

“So that is a challenge,” she cooed, flexing her sex around him.

He rolled his eyes, realizing he’d eventually have to make good on his promise - that was, until a thought occurred. “You know, I did see an adult novelty shop on the way to the hotel. After we eat dinner we could…”

“Dear,” she sighed, lightly reaching up to pat his cheek, “if you’re able to walk by nightfall, I don’t think I’ll have accomplished my uxorial duties.”

A pang of excitement shot through him, yet he didn’t move a muscle. “If that’s the case, maybe we should shower.”

“But we just started!” she scoffed, retracting her head to glower at him.

Bucking his hips, nudging her womb with his semi-erect tool, he mischievously slapped her tush. “Did I say we were going to stop in the shower?”

“Oh you scoundrel,” she tittered, blithely grinding her rear on him. “You’re not going to stop until we’ve conjugated over every inch of this room, are you?”

The question was more of a statement, nearly requiring him to rut her or be rutted by her in every feasible way within their suite. The thought stirred his imagination, leaving his mind to wonder just how many different ways they could do the deed. Furniture was an obvious choice, with the bed having been the first logical target, but there were chairs, a counter, the veranda, and a spacious bathroom to utilize as well. Scanning the room, with ideas swirling about in his mind, his eyes eventually settled on his paramour.

“We’re going to need lube,” he flatly stated, knowing the meager supply wouldn’t last throughout what would undoubtedly be a marathon fuck-fest.

“And some rope,” she added, glancing to their luggage, “unless you stashed some when I wasn’t looking.”

He nodded, more than happy to make an excursion and spend a few bits for the necessary supplies. Fortunately, they had nothing but time on their hands. Without having to worry about the kids, work, or any other normal obligations, they had little else to do but one another - that being said, procuring some supplies would be a pretty good idea. Besides grabbing a few things from the sex shop, having some refreshments on hand or hoof couldn’t hurt anything.

“But first,” she hummed, getting her hooves under herself, “we simply must get washed up.” Before the man could respond, she coolly stood and freed herself from his grasp.

Anon mutely watched her saunter away, strutting towards the bathroom. If she wanted a shower, she was going to have a shower; it was as simple as that. The only choice he had with the matter was if he was going to join her. Sitting up, noting the mess they’d made, he scrunched his nose. Besides having everything below his navel shellacked in their various juices, the comforter and sheets beneath him were drenched.

“You always have had a way with making messes,” she casually remarked, drawing his attention.

Lingering just outside the restroom, with her rear angled towards him, she hiked one hind leg and flagged her tail. A pearly stream of jizz and mare cum rolled down her inner thigh, contrasting against her ebony hide. Despite having blown a load a mere handful of minutes ago, the sight sent blood rushing to his loins.

“Another few more deposits like that, I may just start ovulating,” she hummed, glancing over her shoulder at him.

Between the spectacular view and the taunt of insemination, Anon was forced to act. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he got to his feet and sauntered over to his mate. Even if she wasn’t in heat, a feat which she could apparently evoke at will, the thought of knocking her up had always been an appealing one; though he couldn’t explain it, he presumed the notion of claiming a female and sating his primal urges to reproduce were to blame - that and he’d taken immense joy in watching her grow heavy with their first brood.

Walking up beside her, he nonchalantly fondled her tush. “Not until we have more room or when the kids have moved out,” he tutted, casually slipping two fingers into her marehood.

Her horn went alight, as her magic leisurely stroked his length. “You’d make your wife wait for more children.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault,” he sighed, withdrawing his hand from her snatch. Moving up her body, he leaned over and kissed her between the eyes. “Besides, the more kids we have, the less I’ll be able to focus on you…”

Chrysalis’ jaw flapped uselessly, and her face twisted in consternation, as his comment struck home. Flicking her head to the side, robbing him of her delightfully confounded reaction, she quietly huffed to herself. “In that case, your Queen has a demand,” she clucked, trotting into the bathroom.

“And what demand would that be?” he countered, trying his best to sound collected.

Setting the shower to warm, she wheeled around and haughtily stared at him. “The moment our offspring have moved out, you will provide us with a new brood of young.”

Smiling and strutting over to her, he definitely crossed his arms across his bare chest. “Let me guess, after that crop is grown and living on their own, you’ll want another?”

“Anon,” she sighed, closing her eyes and casting her head from side to side, “sweet, simple Anon, you are the finest mate in all of Equestria. It would be sacrilege not to copulate with you until you were no longer able. If our genetic legacy hasn’t tainted the world for millennia to come, I’ll be disappointed in both of us - well, no, mostly disappointed in you, since you refuse to keep me pregnant.”

A mental flash of her, exquisitely gravid on their bed, sent a shiver up his spine. Regardless of her species, the idea of breeding her was a damn compelling one - so much so that he was damn tempted to give her what she wanted right then and there. Shaking his head, staving off the siren’s call to sire more foals with the seductive minx, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Chryssy, please, I really, really don’t need you to give me a new fetish; it’s bad enough that you’re already a MILF,” he grumbled.

“What is this MILF?” she inquired, her alluring tone falling inexplicably flat.

Looking up at her, wondering if she was fucking with him, a startling realization dawned on him. “Wait, you don’t know what a MILF is?”

“No. Why? Is it an insult?” she pressed, her brow creasing.

Somehow, over all the time he’d been with her, he’d failed to use the term. Try as he might, the laughter welling up within him broke through. Her confusion turned to anger, misinterpreting his reaction, until he patted her neck. “It’s far from an insult. MILF is an acronym; it means mother I’d like to fuck.”

A depraved smirk crept across her face, as her indignation fled from her. “Are all hyu-mans so crass?”

“Pffft - Nah,” he responded, dismissively waving his hand, “only the good ones. I’m guessing that’s not a thing in Equestria?”

Stepping into the tub, allowing the water to wash over her, she shook her head. “If it is, I haven’t heard of it in all my -”

“H...hello?” an unfamiliar voice called out, causing the couple to freeze. “Is...is everything alright in there?”

Between the scene they’d caused entering the building, the ruined door to their room, and the cornucopia of suspect noises they’d undoubtedly been making, Anon shouldn’t have been surprised that somebody had been sent to check up on them. It wouldn’t be the first time someone happened upon them in a compromising situation, and it probably wouldn’t be the last, but that didn’t mean he liked dealing with such situations. Drawing a breath to call out to the would-be intruder, Chrysalis magically grabbed his wrist.

“Mount me,” she urged, hastily bracing her legs and flicking her tail to the side. Seeing the befuddled look on his face, she rolled her eyes. “If they barge in and revoke our privacy, we can demand a partial refund and give them something to get off to later,” she hissed.

Though Anon didn’t consider himself an exhibitionist, something about her suggestion really got his fires burning. Having a mate who knew what she wanted, and wasn’t afraid to take it, was profoundly arousing. Throwing his inhibitions to the wind, he stepped into the basin, grabbed her hips, and plunged his manhood into her.

The second his length was embraced by her canal, an exceedingly loud and unquestionably bawdy groan escaped her.

Angled as he was, Anon couldn’t help but peek at the doorway. Sure enough, after a minute or so of railing his mate, a face timidly came into view - two, in fact. He wasn’t sure if the pair were employees or fellow guests, since he could only see their shocked expressions, but it ultimately didn’t matter who they were. Tightening his grip, he noisily slapped her rump.

“Yes!” Chrysalis animatedly blared, slamming herself back to meet his thrusts. “Harder you beast! Ravage my naughty marehood and give me your foal-batter!!!”

He truthfully couldn’t say if his lover was acting or not, although he suspected having an audience did give her some reason to show off. Given the fact that they’d been caught pounding one out on several occasions, he wouldn’t be surprised if she had a decidedly exhibitionistic streak. While he hadn’t assumed he was into being watched, while doing something so raunchy, there was no denying how oddly thrilling it was.

Heedless of his voyeuristic guests, or perhaps because of them, he railed his wife from behind and gave her another firm smack on the rump. There was no way in hell he was going to stop, especially after the amazing lay he’d just had with her, so if the intruders wanted to get an eyeful, they could stay and enjoy the show. Ignoring their audience, her clinging depths milked his shaft, while his balls smacked against her winking clit.

“Oh yeah,” he growled, unable to help from committing himself to the act, “you love that don’t you?”

While he’d expected his outburst to get some sort of response, he couldn’t have fathomed his Queen would spontaneously shuffle back and pin him against the wall. Unable to move, quite literally fixed between the bug-horse and a tiled wall, he took the only reasonable course of action. Taking a broad stance, pressing his feet to the back of the tub, he vehemently bucked his hips.

Chrysalis’ raw zeal demanded the man’s full attention, lest she fuck herself on him. Matching her enthusiasm, yet clearly at a disadvantage, a nefarious idea coalesced. Freeing one hand, he extended his arm, grabbed a handful of his mate’s mane, and pulled. The Queen’s head sailed back, her fanged maw flew open, and her eyes widened in surprise, while she howled to the heavens.

Unfortunately, his sadistic advantage was exceptionally short lived. Her brief respite came to an all too abrupt end, as she shuffled forward, nearly unsheathed his length, then rammed her ass upon him. The blow drove the wind out of him, causing him to collapse over her lower half. What had begun as a fun and lighthearted bit of exhibitionism quickly morphed into a licentious power struggle.

Strangely enough, the blow wound up giving Anon an unexpected edge. While he lay over his lover’s back, with his arms hanging to either side of her, his fingers grazed something large, warm, and supple. Remembering that the shapeshifter was still sporting the titanic pair of mammaries, he grinned. Knowing what he had to do, his fingers quested over her teats.

After a moment of searching, his efforts bore fruit. Pinching her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, he tugged upon the tender buds and thrust into her. It was a bit awkward, partially laying over her while plowing her, yet he was somehow able to manage the salacious task. As he pounded her from behind, exploiting every weakness that he could, her efforts waned.

Their voices reverberated off the tiled walls and floors, somehow amplifying the depravity of it all, although the couple swiftly lost track about the pair of onlookers. Completely focused on one another, their fiery passion roared into an inferno. Startlingly, emboldened by the shifting tide, Anon drove his lover forward.

No longer pressed against the tile, he used his newfound freedom to plow his mate harder and faster than ever. Though his commanding position had been well and thoroughly cemented, the remarkably rough bout took a heavy toll. Between the physical exertion, the excitement of being watched, and the fact that he was still sensitive from having cum a short time ago, his endurance was lacking.

Knowing his time was at an end, he pulled out all the stops. If he was going to creampie his mate for a crowd that may or may not be lingering outside the bathroom, his finale was going to be a damn memorable one. In a last, desperate attempt to pull Chrysalis over the edge with himself, he reached out, grabbed her hair, and hauled her head back a second time.

Pulling her into a kiss, he came; a heartbeat later, his Queen joined him in the chaotic sea of ecstasy. A deluge of her climactic nectar and his jizz cascaded over him, splashing into the basin, as they lewdly frenched. Sadly, the position wasn’t exactly ideal for a sloppy makeout session, so their faces eventually parted.

Nearly in tandem, they looked to the door and saw a lone pony lingering just outside. Mouth agape, the little mare stood like a deer in the headlights. Though the post-coitus clarity renewed some of Anon’s sensibilities, the same couldn’t be said for his wife. Backing up, pinning him for a second time, she chuckled ominously at their lone spectator.

“If you enjoyed that, we’ll be here all week,” she cheerfully noted, sending the pony running.

“Well,” Anon sighed, “there goes our deposit.”

Amusedly wiggling her behind, Chrysalis peered back at the trapped man. “I’m sure if we charge admission for our little displays, we could turn quite a hefty profit - after all, we’ll have plenty of chances to put on shows…”

With it only being the second day of their honeymoon, Anon had little doubt that it wouldn’t be the last time they’d be busted doing something naughty. While they may not end up fornicating in public, chances were remarkably high that they’d be happened upon making out, pawing at one another, or even taunting each other while out of the privacy of their room. Their love was too powerful to keep from others, even if it may get them into trouble every now and again...