Water splashed softly and steam hissed inside a large and opulent bathroom. The floors were made of small cream-colored ceramic tiles, while the walls looked to be large, single expanses of glazed powder-blue porcelain with door ports and vents carefully cut in them. The ceiling was more of a sky blue but was also water-resistant ceramic, with a crystal-and-silver chandelier that hung down from the center and cast great mounts of light over the environment. The dominant feature of the room was the large, central tub, made of the same cream tiles as the floor, but with additional colors used to create patterns along the sides, and a large mosaic at the bottom of the inside depicting a rearing unicorn.
Standing in the chest-deep water was a crystal earth stallion, a most impressive one. He looked like a rich and powerful noblestallion, even nude, soaking wet and sudsy. His body and mane were both white, a pure and shining white. He was an iridescent alabaster hue, his tone putting snow and ice to shame. His eyes were crystal blue, rich and entrancing and full of softness. His form was beefy, strong, built with the sort of robustness sometimes seen in Canterlot nobility, though he was of the Crystal Empire, his hooves feathered and his mane and tail both seen to be long and flowing under their shampoo. On his rock-hard muscular flanks there rested a Cutie Mark of a jewel-bedecked crown over a gold scepter. He was Lord Pure Spring, Earl of Glittering Vale.
Arranged around the tub were smartly-attired Equestrian unicorn stallions, their eyes discreetly turned aside as they dipped pitchers into the water and carefully poured them out over their Lord, rinsing him off slowly. As his body was revealed beneath the sweetly-scented foam the water of the tub was drained away with precise use of a lever to control the plug. Soon Pure was standing without water surrounding him, facing the steps out of the tub. The horns of the servants lit and the water fairly steamed off his body as magical warmth passed along his form.
One of the attendant unicorns moved to a stone cabinet and opened it wide to reveal a great assortment of crystal bottles. “Do you require treatment for your mane or tail, my Lord?”
“No, I do not,” Pure responded, with a rich, cultured bass voice, “But I will be needing the sweet oil. It is too important a task to leave to any other, so you all are dismissed.”
“Yes, my lord,” The servant said while bowing, using magic to set several bottles along the edge of the tub. All the stallions opened a door and filed out, leaving Pure alone.
Pure took up the elaborately-carved bottles, looking over their labels carefully. Each label looked to depict an assortment of fruits and flowers, and the liquids within looked to be fairly viscous, clinging to the sides of the bottles as they were moved. He removed the stoppers one by one and carefully sniffed at the fluids, brows furrowing as he contemplated each bottle. After a moment of serious consideration he set aside all the bottles save for one with crystal berries, mangoes and roses on the label. “Ahh, familiar and exotic at once...”
His selection made the bottle was moved around behind him, while his upper body went down slightly. His tail pulled up and away, exposing the light pink flesh of his puckered anus. He carefully tipped the bottle, deftly adjusting the stream with careful turns of his hoof. His careful control allowed him to direct the fragrant oil as it slowly drizzled along the wrinkled ring of flesh. He led the trail of oil across every fold in the flesh, deftly flexing the muscles to allow a thin ribbon to slide in. Control of the pouring and the muscular motion smeared the fragrant oil around within his noble backside.
The oil poured down again, more tightly controlled as it had to fall more precisely, the stream flowing sensually along his heavy, full scrotum. The crystalline-shimmer of his body was enhanced by the slow coating of oil, light caught and reflected on two different levels in two different ways. His free hoof smeared around the stream of warm, fruity liquid. A gentle moan fell from his mouth as he massaged the oil into his scrotum, his heavy sheath stirring and releasing the broad, flat expanse of his glittering white crown.
He regained his composure with a nicker and quick shake of his head, mane tossing about grandly. He set the near-empty bottle on the edge of the tub, the job done and his physical arousal restrained to just the revelation of his head. With a small sigh and another toss of his grand head he clopped his way heavily out of the tub and straight ahead out of a different door than the one taken by his servants.
That door led from the glazed porcelain expanse of the bathroom to a large closet stocked with clothing of all descriptions. Pure cast his eye across all the rows of pressed and folded attire, picturing each one on his grand form. He selected his formal robe, the one worn at his official investiture. The main body of it was red, with a white mantle down nearly halfway the whole length, as well as a folded collar. He threw the long robe on and tied it off at the neck, regarding his look in the mirror. The sides of the robe trailed nearly to the floor while the lowest portion in back just touched the root of his tail, easy to lift out of the way.
He spent a moment fussing with the robe, getting it set right and falling just the way he liked it. Suitably attired he moved on, the closet having a secondary exit that opened into a smaller room that looked like a truncated drawing room, though it was very austere. The floor was bare, though polished, stone; the windows were covered by thick, heavy drapes of dark blue brocaded cotton; the walls had carved wood panels reaching halfway up, with plain plaster above that, both being entirely unpainted. There was a single piece of furniture, a low, simple couch on which lay the only occupant of the room, illuminated by the light pouring in from the closet and bathroom.
That occupant was a Diamond Dog. She was resting her hindquarters on the floor while her upper body lay on the couch. The position allowed a large, round, pregnant belly to be held in relative comfort on a simple down pillow set on her lap. She was almost entirely nude, which was not that big of a change from normal Diamond Dog attire; her sole attire consisted of a gold collar set with a magic-infused diamond. The pillow on her lap covered most everything that needed to be covered, both her two milk-swollen teats and her sex. Her body was robust and powerful, as were most Diamond Dogs, though she carried both a muscularity and heaviness about his upper torso, with some definition to her arms. Her face was not as pushed in as some, being blocky but with a discernible muzzle styled very like a pit bull. Her ears were rounded at the tips and flopped down slightly. Her whole body was a deep, dark black color, looking like a coating of the softest velvet.
Her eyes opened when the light of the closet crossed her face, the sclerae the typical yellow of Diamond Dogs but a much lighter hue, while her irises were a rich chocolate brown. She did not speak but pulled the pillow from under her belly and placed it on the couch. She adjusted her position, getting onto her hands and feet, in the Diamond Dog running posture and slowly approached Pure. In response, Pure turned grandly and flicked up his glittering tail, exposing the shining coat of oil on his pucker and testicles.
There was no hesitation, no trembling, and there were no words. Her large, strong hands landed on Pure's cape-covered flanks, while she leaned her face in and nudged it beneath his tail. She snuffled about, inhaling the heady scent of male musk and the sweet oil, redolent of fruit and flowers. Her nose rubbed and ground against the wrinkled flesh of his rear passage, smearing a bit of the oil around her own muzzle.
The Dog woman was adoring the anointed ass, worshiping it with soft grunts and pants. Her tongue lashed out, quickly flicking across the puckered surface, making the muscle twitch. Her first, quick lick was followed by a long, sustained slurp along the ring, starting at the perimeter and slowly swirling inward, flicking the folds every few circles. Her long lick ended with her digging her broad, smooth, slippery tongue against the center of the slurped sphincter.
Pure let unashamed groans and grunts of delight fall from his lips as his oil-smeared rear passage was tongued, the strength, the smoothness, the great talent all combined to send pleasure through his whole form. His sheath released more and more of his pearlescent penis, the glimmering white flesh making a very good showing of itself. It dangled a good distance, bent towards the ground before it started to plump up, medial ring growing distinct, mushroom-like head gaining more definition in the ridge.
The probing lick continued on for a time, until the Dog woman pulled her wiggling tongue from the puffy ring with a loud slurp. She traced a few more hot and sloppy licks along the flesh, cleaning off every last trace of oil. Her hungry tongue did not cease, and she licked her way down his lightly-coated perineum towards his testicles. She didn't rush herself, taking the time to put her teeth to the ridge of flesh, nibbling gently along it, taking a soft hold and giving it a light tug. Her tongue licked along the sliver of flesh held in her teeth, offering teasing tickles that were rewarded with deep, loud moans from Pure, along with a full-body shiver.
The flesh properly teased the Dog's mouth moved down even further, her lips planting a big, wet kiss onto the very full, plump scrotum that glistened with the oil. She licked her lips and nuzzles in, balancing the balls on her nose like some sort of perverted seal. After giving the near-apple-sized stones a massaging jostle she let her tongue slap out against the hanging orbs with a soft splatter of saliva. She caressed her tongue up and down the fuzzy, shimmering sac, swirling the long, broad muscle around the whole thing with great skill.
Her oral ministrations once more swept every last smear of delicious liquid from the heavy balls, leaving her just carefully and lovingly licking and slurping sloppily and loudly from every angle she could, with numerous nudges and nuzzles from her blocky muzzle. Her maw opened up wide, lips gently sliding against the smooth fuzz of the sac, her pearly-white teeth looking threatening, pressed just around the full stones. Bu her mouth opened just a bit wider, allowing her to engulf the testicles in her rather cavernous muzzle.
Her lips closed around the flesh just above the testes themselves, if only just, cheeks lightly bulged, jaw down almost as much as when she had first taken them in. She did her best to hollow her cheeks, her sucking as strong as she could make it with the occasional break in the seal around the stone, creating a sloppy, sluttish slurping sound that rang around the nearly-bare room. Her tongue rubbed, flicked and twisted around the warm, alabaster pouch, feeling the orbs within faintly churning as they crafted sperm.
A firm and meaty slap joining the echoes of sucking as Pure not only grew fully erect but smack his erection solidly against his belly, in a stallionly way. She was near-literally gargling on his nuts, and it was delicious. He slapped his erection repeatedly, rhythmically, robustly. The impressive thumps and thugs of rigid meat against his toned belly demonstrating his masculine power and the grandness of his crystalline spire.
The Dog did not subtly and slowly pull away, she popped her mouth loudly off of the hefty sac, leaving it abolutely dripping with her thick, hot drool. She wiggled her way to the side, spitting onto one large hand and taking a grip on the mobile cock, smearing the slick saliva all along the pulsing pole. Her fingers pulled in tightly, indenting the turgid flesh as she stroked from the base, over the medial ring that flicked over her fingers and to the blunted head. Her thumb slowly rolled around the edge, feeling out what would become a most impressive flare. She was smearing around warm beads of precum which had started to seep out in an ever-increasing stream.
A few more strokes, and a few more smears of precum and she moved away, fully aware of what was expected of her. She moved back to the couch on all fours, placing her hands onto the far two cushions, her front high, head over the back so that her gravid belly rested on the middle cushion. Her thick tail raised up high over her back, her rear end raised up as high as it could get with her slightly-short legs. She revealed her plumpish rear end, showing a proper motherly birthing teardrop shape. Her moist and glistening sex was in view, mostly like the elongated slit found on a mare but with much thicker lips that came to almost a pyramidal peak over the engorged clit. Hanging from her lower belly, formerly hidden by the pillows, were two very plump and very milk-full teats, the nipples long and stiff, the flesh beneath jiggling with her soft motions.
Pure nickered loudly, body shivering and shifting in an equine way as he gave his belly another solid slap. His hoof steps rang loudly on the bare stone floor, sounding imposing, intimidating. He reared up and took a few more solid steps, bringing his hooves down on the back of the couch, his broad cockhead nudged right up against the Dog's rear end. Their sizes were comparable, though she had a small edge on him. He ground and mashed his fat crown against the sloppy slit, prying the thick lips apart slowly but surely.
He used his great physical strength but not any real force to push through the tightness and sink his wide head in with a squish and a moan. He whinnied loudly and tossed his mane as his massive pole pumped its way down into the gravid Dog, inch by inch. As befitted a muscular Dog she was making it a struggle to get down, and he took her up on the challenge. His great erection squeezed and squished into her dripping slit, his medial ring flicking in and out once it had reached the entrance before he went for a continued insertion.
The silken, musky mingle flood of precum and female juice poured off of the rounded pyramidal point over her clit and was flicked around by the hard rocking of her body. Her inner walls fluttered and squeezed, offering a rolling, powerful massage down every inch of pony pecker that pushed into her depths. She was barking loudly and lightly whimpering as it came down near the base, and let out a howling moan of pleasure as the thing finally hit down at the very root, completely wrapped in her hot, squeezing insides.
Pure tossed his mane again and whinnyed again, ending in a loud, long nicker as his dick spit precum deep inside the squirming, muscular ebon Dog, throbbing with his heartbeat as he savored the rolling, pressing and wet heat. After taking that moment to compose himself and enjoy being buried to the hilt he drew back his cape-covered, muscular thighs and rammed forward with a muscular stab. He pulled short, not going far enough to touch the Dog's cervix, but enough to touch his hips to her ass and to let his nuts swing forward and thump heavily into her milky teats.
The room exploded into a symphony of lewd noise, the heavy slapping thump of balls on teats, the squish and slurp of quick thrusts and slower pull-backs, the faint patter of liquid hitting the stone ground, not to mention the stream of deep bass groans and higher-pitched yelps and pleasured whines that emerged from the furiously fucking pair. They came together again and again, flesh meeting flesh, muscular and pulling depths being filled over and over again with the mushroom-headed glittering spire of crystal-looking meat.
The Dog rocked her body back and forth, to add to the momentum of her large teats and increase the impact force of the nuts thudding against them. She yelped and gasped and shivered, pleasure racing through her body, fingers digging deeply into the cushions of the couch. Her breath huffed out more and more raggedly as she was pushed further and further towards her peak. It hit with a sudden shot, like a spark igniting a fire in her veins. Her insides fluttered, spasming quickly around Pure's cock as she let out a tremendous howl of pure delight. Her squeezing passage squirted a shot of her honey that spattered on the ground.
It was not more than a moment later that Pure arched his back, neck bowed and head doing down to the back of the Dog's neck, giving her a soft nip as he thrust all the way in. His flare widened, pushing out against the rippled walls as he unleashed his first heavy, thick splatter of seed. The appropriately-thick pony paste painted her cervix and oozed down her passage, around the filling plug of his flared pole to run heavily down and pool on the floor. He was quite productive and let off at least a dozen full-sized squirts before he petered out.
The two managed to hold up through the close-together orgasms but soon wound up collapsed slightly, Pure's head resting on his canine lover. She reached back and patted his neck. “How do you keep the passion so fresh?” she asked. Her voice was raspy and high, like most Dog voices, but she was quite articulate and smooth in her speech.
“It helps that I still love you as much today as I did the day we met,” Pure replied with a breathless mirth, licking the spot he had bitten. “More, actually. We didn't have children then. My adoration has only multiplied as we have.”
Lady Smoked Quartz, Countess of Glittering Vale, laughed softly and lightly pushed her husband. “Where's your wedding band? Someone might mistake you for a bachelor.”
Pure looked down at his left foreleg and groaned. “It's still in the bathroom, I took it off while I was being scrubbed in preparation for you. I didn't want to miss a single detail, yet I did all the same. I'm sorry, dear.”
Smoked kissed Pure on the cheek and added a lick. “It's fine. You were kind enough to indulge me. But don't feel too smug. I know you like a good rear-licking and testicle sucking too. Besides, I'm pregnant. Again. You owe me. Again.”
Pure laughed loudly, one hoof reaching down to rub at the taut belly. “Indeed, indeed. Twins. I cannot possibly express the fullness of my delight. You and the children are the most wondrous beings in all of the Imperium, in all the world. To add to that store, twice over, to double our progeny... sometimes I wonder how it is I do not weep for joy from the moment I wake until I go to sleep.”
“Because you're not carrying them,” Smoked said with a laugh, rubbing at her belly as well. “I used to think my parents were wrong to give me lessons in Equestrian speech, rather than the technical thaumatic training in gem enchantment. But, from local functionary, to Colonial Minister to diplomat, to meeting with a charming young Earl for negotiations about a new Colonial outlet point, the first in the Crystal Empire.”
“And then, dinner, dances, tours of the Imperium. I was so desperate for you to like me I think I would have given you my mane and tail if you had asked,” Pure chuckled, wrapping his legs tightly around his wife. He looked around at the plain room and shook his head. “Can't we just add a bit of color? At least some lights?”
“It is august and austere, as we say in the Colonies. I know you think I should have more. But I like this room the way it is. It reminds me of home. Every now and then I want to be in a place like that. The cool, bare darkness, the stone floors, the plain furnishings, the neutral colors seen in what light does enter... there's just something about it,” Smoked said, looking contemplative for a moment. She then cracked a grin and said, “Besides, it's a great place to take a nap when the children are using our bed.”
“The little scamps do know how to interrupt our playtime,” Pure said with a matching grin. “I much prefer this room for indulging the particular bit of intimacy we performed. I need not risk uncomfortable encounters with random servants of the children while my backside is covered in oil. A straight trot through the closet and I am here.”
“I see you could not resist dressing up,” Smoked noted, running her fingers over the regal robe.
“You deserve nothing but the best, and my formal robe is the finest attire I have. My wonderful bride, the beautiful mother of my beautiful children, deserves to have me come to her in the finest raiment I can procure,” Pure said, his voice filled with pride.
Smoked giggled coquettishly, tail wagging softly. She rubbed at her belly again and looked to the open door. “Shall we away to clean up and head to the kitchen? I'm rather hungry after my nap and... other activities.”
“Hungry? You just ate my hindquarters and have a mouthful of testes. How can you still be hungry?” Pure asked, stifling laughter.
Smoked barked sharply and reached down to smack one of Pure's hard flanks. “You know, if I really wanted to make you prove all that mushy talk there's something of mine you could eat, right now.”
“Promise?” Pure asked with a grin and lick of his lips.
Smoked broke into barking laughter and slowly rose up, bearing her solidly-built husband on her back as she got to her all-four posture. “That's why I love you. Do I need to carry you to the bathroom or can you manage to walk on your own?”
Pure kicked his legs about, his softening organ sliding from inside of Smoked, flinging cum around and letting loose a thick flood of goopy semen. “I-I am an Earl of the Imperium Crystallum! I am a grown stallion invested with great political power!”
“Well?” Smoked asked, looking back.
Pure maintained his petulant look and then slumped down. “Please carry me, dearest. I am a bit spent.”
