The Heat of Her Prime

by dermuffinmeister

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Original Character, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 11614

Finally, a night off! Being a mom is full time work, but who says motherhood and fun can't go together? Milano, mother of the infamous Button Mash, thoroughly enjoys her evening in with some apple pie. What else could a girl want?

A mother at a young age, Milano became a housewife before most of her friends were done with college. That's fine, as being a mother and a wife in a loving family is it's own reward. But...

Where's the fun? The excitement? It's not like she will get to see the world while shopping or playing video games. Cooking dinner and cleaning up the house all day is great, but what about bar hopping, stealing kisses, getting some? With her husband away, it's not like adventure will come knocking on her front door or anything.

Button's mom should really be on the list of characters.

Published 2013-09-28 00:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-28 00:00:01 UTC

Chapter 1

“Oh Celestia,” Milano breathed, watching her character get violated in ways she had never imagined possible. The violation hardly looked pleasurable, yet it was extremely erotic. The huge-breasted creature called a human was lifted into the air by an amaturely drawn beast with tentacles, each of her holes stuffed with the purple snake-like appendages. She bit her lip, her hoof finding her marehood wet and hot, and watched intently.

Ding! Milano’s long, milk-chocolate brown mane flew as she lifted her head in surprise. In one move, she slammed her laptop computer closed and jumped up and over it, her delicious chestnut coat never touching the blue carpet as she sprang for the door. She reached for the knob, but stopped. A quick sniff of her hoof made her recoil. She wiped it on her apron and gulped as she opened the door.

“Hello…?” she asked the darkness. No one was outside, no one but a few talkative summer evening crickets and the lucky gnome guarding the path leading through her modest Ponyville yard. Milano sighed and shut the door. It was only the oven timer, she recalled gratefully. “The pie!” she said aloud, and took off for the kitchen.

Milano lost her balance where the living room carpet turned to kitchen hardwood, her right front hoof sliding forward and then flying up, the rest of her body flipping over as she threw a little train engine across the room. She landed with an ooff, eyes towards the ceiling fan.

Pain ran like a vein through her entire left side, mainly her shoulder, as she got up gingerly, cursing under her breath furiously. “For the love of- BUTTON!” she shouted. “I’ve told you before! Pick up your toys when you’re done! Mommy could have been hospitalized!”

“Sheesh,” she said to herself. “I swear, he never remembers-” she stopped in her tracks, her ocean-blue eyes blinked twice in recollection. “And neither do I. Silly me,” Milano said, smiling. “I forgot, Button’s at his friend’s house for the slumber party!”

She laughed quietly to herself as she turned off the timer on the oven and opened the door, hot air rushing out past her face. The sweet, sweet smell of apple pie with plenty of cinnamon flooded the kitchen, then the house, a very welcome scent. “Ah, that’s right,” she whispered, searching for the pot holders. “‘It’s not a slumber party, mom! It’s an all-nighter gaming session! We have to beat Cerebulon the World Eater on Invincible difficulty before those losers in the next grade do!’ Wow, he’s grown up so fast, it seems like yesterday he was losing at Tetris. Oh… It sure is nice to have a night alone, especially when I’m so hot tonight.” She eyed a neglected jar mostly full of homemade apple pie moonshine on the countertop and resolved to not leave it behind.

With great care, “Mom” placed her fresh apple pie on the stove to cool. She kicked the oven closed and tossed the handmade pot holder back on the counter. She hummed to herself as she grabbed a wadded up rag and her beverage, perverted fantasies running amok in her filthy brain. Milano giggled girlishly as she opened her computer again. She got comfortable as Arloste Scarlato, a human female wizard of her design, remused pleasuring beasts she had conjured.

Suddenly, just as Milano licked some strong moonshine liquor off her lips and settled her other wet lips on her rigid hoof, Arloste coughed and spat as the tentacle cock pulled out of her throat. “What?!” she gagged as the beast sprayed her face with thick white cream that was surely sperm.

“Ooooah,” Milano groaned, her clit throbbing hard as lusty Arloste was pumped full of cum through both holes, her beautiful but human face and tits were coated with semen. “Why is this weird stuff getting me so hot today?” she mumbled to herself.

After wiping her hoof again, and frowning at the smell, Button’s mother continued on with her virtual quest. Not succumbing to every monster for the sexual thrill, she advanced through her little crappy porn game expediently. The final boss, she found, was simple. She lost intentionally, however, biting her foreleg to hold in her happy screams. There was no need, no one was home. She was in the living room, right on her favorite couch, openly masturbating, her favorite alone-time activity. With a greedy little smile, she let out a long, pleasured moan, surprising herself at how sexy it sounded. Milano rode her hoof a little faster and moaned out again, louder, louder.

The final cinematic was of Arloste getting facefucked and impaled from behind with gargantuan cocks. The scene faded to black, Arloste’s pretty face covered with dried semen and tears, her mascara running as her eyes tilted back in her head.

Milano continued onto other entertainment to make herself in the same condition. One comic of exceptional quality featured humanoid creatures, fingers on hands, arms with human elbows that were backwards, smaller eyes, noses, longer spines in the same weird configuration, and breasts in the upper torso region. Whatever that cute green unicorn mare, who had turned Milano onto humans, had for these things, it sure was an acquired taste. And Milano was bitten. The bulbous, throbbing male organs looked smaller than the pony version, but she still wanted to try them in her mouth, her pussy, maybe in her…

The pink bell-shaped ends, sometimes covered in an ugly skin hood and sometimes not, made her mouth water. It had been a long time since she sucked the disgustingly delicious sweat from a stallion cock, or felt her strong horse pound her from behind. While her salivary glands flooded Milano’s mouth, twinge of loneliness stopped her circling hoof like a speed bump, but she kept going. A comic about a male teacher getting fucked by a female student made Milano’s hot little pussy burn wetter and wetter.

Milano rolled onto her side and felt herself get closer and closer to climax, staring right at a close-up of a human-style dick, imagining how the veins and the tapered head and the bulging contours would feel as they slid inside her. “Holy pony of the sun, I want to fuck that-”

Dingdong!

Milano jolted off the sofa. She picked herself up and closed her computer again, her heart fluttering and her marehood aching from the sudden stop. “Fuck me,” Milano whispered as she trotted across the room to the door.

“Hello?” she called as she opened the door. What she saw would have sent her into shock if her unsated lust wasn’t turning her cognizance into a wet frappe. Standing in front of her now was a blurry, younger stallion, strapping with his pale blue coat, smartly dressed in a simple blue shirt and black tie, yet his navy blue mane was short and crazy. He looked at her with wide emerald eyes, likely just as confused as her. Milano caught her lips open slightly, and closed them, cursing herself for blushing a little. “Um, hellooo?”

“O-oh,” the guy pony said, his blue coat turning a little pink in the face. “Good evening, miss, my name’s Theorem, otherwise known as Button Mash’s third grade teacher,” he began, his voice deceivingly deep for his young appearance. “I like to think I’m first grade in the teaching department, but I’ve learned that that would be a bit of a demotion. I digress! Well, heh, I came by as we agreed and- I’m sorry, is that apple pie I smell? Goodness, that smells positively amazing! I’m so sorry, I forget myself. You’re Button’s mother, correct?”

“The one and only,” she said, trying not to look him over like a piece of meat. The way words spilled from his mouth in an endless, smooth, energized stream was equivocal of a caffeinated kitten, with an apparent attention span to match. Theorem’s vernacular, however, was wonderfully intellectual. His timing, much like his hair, was so horrible… or was it?

“My name is Milano,” she began, “and it’s a pleasure, mister Theorem.”

“Please,” he replied warmly, his low voice also smooth. “Just call me Theorem, Milano, this isn’t a formal meeting, I hope. In fact,” he said with a step inside “I had hopes of getting to know my brightest student’s parents,” he spoke emphatically, waving his hoof through the warm apple pie air, as if stirring the sweet, yet musty ether.

“Brightest?” she thought aloud. “Oh, come in, though… Theorem. Have a seat on the s-sofa and we’ll, um, chat.” Milano found herself smiling as she said his name. Celestia, this was bad timing.

“Thank you,” he said warmly, eyes wide as he checked out her living room, primarily the wealth of pictures which had long since melted into the background for Milano. She hoped she had kept the place clean enough tonight. “What a cozy home you’ve made, Milano. Is your husband here? I’d like to talk to him as well.”

“No,” she began, her heart suddenly heavy. “My husband Silver Lance is on a deployment, actually. He’s the chief medical officer aboard an airship, so he-”

“No way!” Theorem interjected. “Oh, I’m sorry, continue,” he said, hopping onto the couch and settling in. “My uncle-in-law’s ex-roommate is in the wonderbolts, so of course my family has… no ties to any military, really. Go on, though, I apologize.”

“Anyway,” Milano continued, her face smiling in spite of the somber statement she was soon to speak. “Silver hasn’t been home nearly as much as he used to be. Button and I miss him severely, but we talk online every chance we get, mainly during his port visits. Oh, and I hope you don’t mind the… mess. He’s the orderly one of us three,” she finished with a soft chuckle.

Milano sighed, her warmth between her legs fading as she remembered her husband’s face, voice, love and his devotion and promises to her, his son, and his country.

Theorem brushed by her as he inspected her home, pulling back Milano from her trip into herself and her mind. He was certainly wearing cologne, and something irresistible. Subconsciously, Milano let some guilt go as reality gave her a nice slap on the flank. If anything happened, it was his fault for being so damn sexy.

“Wow,” the young stallion said, his labeled white triangle cutie mark moving with his small flank. Milano watched it as he walked towards the stairs, looking at a family photo. “What a guy,” he said with clear admiration. “Just looking at his picture, I can tell he’s really something. Look at him. That’s a real stallion, right there.”

“That’s like saying the ocean’s wet.”

“That special, huh?” he asked, turning to find Milano at his side.

“Yes,” Milano said shortly, adding a little laugh for charm. “But you must have a reason for stopping by on a saturday night. A man like you has to have plans and all.” What are you wearing? she asked internally.

Theorem turned, catching Milano’s eyes. His bright, happy, scanning beryl-colored eyes contrasted with the warm, strong, calculating deep blues in her husband’s picture. His hair, as well, would never pass for a military man’s. She wanted to bury her nose in it and breath deep. “I do,” he said. “You are my plans, Milano.”

A little heat began to return all over, her lips feeling tingly and light thanks to her drink. She cursed and thanked her friend for convincing her to put an extra part of everclear in the batch. “Beg pardon?”

Theorem blinked, taken aback. “I, well- uhm, I mean, I planned on coming to my student’s home and discussing an issue that’s come to light.”

“Oh,” Milano replied, disappointed, yet glad she wasn’t as easy as she thought. If Theorem had just taken the right turns, she might have ended up beneath him. “Could you be more specific?”

“I’m afraid this is something I’d like to discuss with your son, if he’s not in bed already.”

It’s only eleven, Milano thought. On a saturday? No one old enough to enjoy the night should be asleep right now. “He’s not here,” she said. “Button Mash is at his best friend’s home tonight for a sleep-I mean, ‘galactic adventure’.” Milano flicked her front left hoof in the air to create imaginary quotes. “Is it absolutely necessary for him to be here with me? I’d hate to send you out with nothing.” Oh LUNA why did that have to make it through the filter?

His deep blush was adorable, if not damning. Milano ground her hoof into the carpet not to squeal in delight; he was too cute, and she wanted just to jump up and down and hug him, kiss him, see his- “Well… no, but it would be preferable. You might want to get something to drink, get comfy, ya know?.”

“Way ahead of you. I’ll get you a jar of my homemade apple pie moonshine! Oh,” Milano said, looking back as she headed to the kitchen. “Do you drink?”

“Only when there’s drinks,” he said with a chuckle, making Milano laugh out loud. Theorem took his seat on the sofa, right where she had been laying and enjoying herself. Thank every alicorn in the history of ever that she had baked a pie to cover up the smell.

Milano grinned and left to the kitchen. “The pie is cooling, Theorem!” she called back. “Should be cool enough to eat in about an hour or so!” She slumped against the refrigerator the second she was out of sight and sighed deep, counting down from five. She was in heat, probably, she was so horny.

“Calm down, girly,” she whispered to herself. “Button’s done something pretty serious for his teacher to come over on a saturday night, let’s concentrate, okay? Why does he have to be so cute?!”

Milano counted down from five, breathing deep, and found herself not much better. She grabbed a cold jar full of apple moonshine, hopefully one of the weaker ones, and carefully returned to the living room.

“It’s homemade,” Milano said as she got onto the sofa with Theorem, smirking and raising an eyebrow at his posture. “Did I mention that? Are you sure you’re comfortable, sir- I mean, Theorem?” she asked.

The silly, manly stallion simply grinned with his perfect teeth, his body bending oddly. Instead of sitting like a normal pony, hooves either out in front or smartly tucked underneath, Theorem sat perpendicular to the sofa, his back legs dangling off and his head back and above his body. Milano’s joints ached just looking at him, and not because she was thirsty.

“You should try it,” he said with a giggle. “It’s more comfortable than you’d think.”

With a short giggle, Milano declined, sitting comfortably on the sofa and facing him. The way her flank faced up into the air, even just a little, felt good, great. Her pussy was so hot it hurt. “A young handsome man like you has to be busy on a saturday night, I really don’t want to hold you up.” She really wanted to hold him. “What was it you came all the way over here to discuss? Would you like a drink? Are you sure you’re comfortable, Theorem? What do you think of Button?”

“One at a time, please!” Theorem shuffled and laid on his front like a normal pony, hooves tucked under his toned chest, his shoulder muscles rather defined. Utilizing his magic, he floated Milano’s jar, not the fresh one she brought, to his mouth and took a tentative gulp. She watched him reel a little. The first impression seemed amiable, Milano smiling as he nodded, then held in a little cough. “Ooh, that’s strong. Absolutely delicious, though. You mentioned you made this yourself? Oooh, sweet, too, I love it!”

Milano nodded, that flush coming back as she looked away from his pretty green eyes and his horn, a little glow of matching green undulating around it like waves coming towards a beach.

“Well, it’s fantastic,Milano. Two questions, for you this time: do you have more, and if so, can I convince you to let me part with a jar?” His winning smile, as cheesy and immature as it was, was pretty cute.

“That all depends on what you have to say, Theorem.” Milano shifted and looked him in the eye again, feeling a little power come back when she saw color in his face again. Her marehood still burned, but not as hot.

Theorem laughed out loud and took another sip. “I think I will be leaving with that jar, then! Okay, so to answer your questions. I came here to talk about your son, I’d love a drink, as you know, I am most certainly comfy, thank you for asking, and I think Button is my brightest, laziest student. And that last thing is a problem. The laziness, not your son. Er, most of the time.

“It’s the motivation,” Theorem continued. “And also a bit of the school system. I can’t coddle him, not that it would do any good, but I also can’t truly challenge him at this level. Even in the third grade, his math skills are superb. While it took nearly every student at least three days to grasp adding with three digits, and he already knew that before some other fillies understood two digits! He’s onto multiplication and division already by reading ahead in his book, which I should add is full of bored doodles, not all of them suitable for school, mind you. This child, he’s… it’s as if he’s mastery oriented, but has no desire to master things, they just become mastered, am I making sense? Things come to him, and he doesn’t try, nor does he need to, as I’ve said. He, Button, needs a challenge, a goal. A mission, you know? I’m considering recommending him to get bumped up a grade. His english scores are amazing, I’ve read his papers. Well… tried to. I wouldn’t recommend the boy try calligraphy.

“The boy, your son, is, however, extremely creative. And, and his drawings in his books are better than most art projects. Milano, miss, whatever you feed Button, don’t change it, because his brain has to be superpony.”

“What, pie, grilled cheese, french fries and tomato soup?” Milano laughed, and so did Theorem. She was blushing with pride this time.“Oh my goodness, if he’s such a smarty pants, why are his report cards so horrendous?”

Theorem laughed out again. “I can’t grade homework that’s not turned in! Is his backpack here? I’m not one to be nosy, or bet, but I bet if we nosed around in there, we’d see plenty of mistake-free half-done assignments.”

Milano’s smile faded. “Somehow, I’m not surprised.” She sighed and dipped her head. “Thank you for telling me, Theorem.”

With another little chuckle, he took another long sip and magically passed the jar to Milano. She gladly accepted. “And th-that’s not all!” Theorem said, choking down his gulp. “I have a system to encourage him to do the work. Obviously, he has the intelligence, we just need to give him the knowledge. I’m sure he could finish the remaining five months in two weeks, I know the curriculum and I know his pace.”

Milano took a larger drink than Theorem. “So? What are you saying, hun?”

“What, what I’m saying,” replied Theorem, a giant grin on his face and a purplish tinge all over, “is that this summer, I’m enrolling myself in a new program with the Canterlot Center for Education to tutor students during the summer months. I’ve already prepared a package with your son, and all I need is a little info, a schedule, and both of your signatures. Now, don’t worry about the cost. Every pony in Equestria pays for it once a year! Isn’t that neat? That’s, uh, taxes. I was, I was being clever.”

Theorem coughed and Milano giggled, rolling her eyes. “That hardly seems like an overnight decision, Theorem,” she said, placing her hoof on his. Sparkle, he was so close and so cute, and she felt so warm with him here. And it had been so long since Lance had been home, since he left for his ship. “I really love the idea, though,” she said, sighing a little. “I don’t think Button will at first, but I also don’t think it would be uphill to convince him.” With all the warmth she could muster, she softly and quietly spoke. “After all, you sold me already.”

Theorem’s dumb smile came back, his smart eyes seemed to sparkle. “That’s great! I’m so excited, I don’t ever think I’ve ever been so excited, except for the time you said hello, but I mean, really, what could ever top that?”

Milano bit her lip, his happiness contagious. “Wanna find out?” She asked, standing her rear legs on the couch, lifting her tight flank in the air as she stretched her leg and back muscles. Milano held out her spicy drink to Theorem.

His smile faded, but came back even bigger. “W-what do you mean?” He took another long drink. Milano doubted he understood the strength of her homemade liquor.

“I think I’d rather show you, sweetie.” Slowly, she closed her eyes. Milano’s lips met his, kissing them so softly. “Hop up, please,” she whispered into his mouth.

Theorem sprang to his hooves easily. He didn’t back away when she approached him. Milano’s muzzle nearly touching his, she whispered. “You walked here, right?” she asked closely.

He nodded, their faces barely touching. Milano could feel herself react between her legs to the spark between their noses. She blushed, but kept her composure. “And with as much as you’ve drank, you’re in no condition to walk home... don’tcha think?”

She could taste his breath this close, and he could taste hers. “W-well, I suppose it’d be… bad to, to walk… home.” He smiled and inhaled deep, then slowly exhaled, gently placing his hoof on Milano’s cheek. She couldn’t take one more second of his gorgeous eyes looking so intently at hers. Milano came forward the fraction of an inch and kissed him, deep this time. A moan escaped from her throat and was sucked down his. Their lips locked for long over ten seconds, and his tongue slipped far, far into her mouth.

Milano broke away at last, leaving Theorem light headed. He panted nearly as hard as her. It had been a long time since he was kissed like that. College, to be more precise. Theorem put his hoof behind Milano’s head when she backed away and kept her close.

“Wow…” she whispered. “I love your tongue.”

“Like that?” he whispered back with a little laugh. “I’m glad. I’m pretty good with my tongue.”

Button’s mother suddenly bent down a little bit, moaning aloud. Theorem took his chance and pulled her in close, or himself, a mix of both, and whispered into her ear: “I’m pretty good with my hooves, teeth, and especially my tongue, Milano. Do you want it as bad as I want you?”

She nodded, whimpering. “Good,” he said softly, stroking her pretty, soft hair with his hoof, moving closer and closer to her wide, tight flank. When he gripped it, Milano shot up a little, moaning out.

“Please, Theorem,” she whined. “I’m so horny it hurts. Fuck me, please… I don’t care if I’m married, I’ll use a pass, just fuck me like the bitch I am!”

His member already out of it’s sheath, Theorem grinned wide and felt it harden some. “Anything you say, sweetheart. Just show me your bedroom.”

With a little groan, as if she was upset at the delay and strain to get upstairs, Milano shuffled to the stairs. Theorem beamed as he walked behind her, his face nearly already in her hot box. He gave her an encouraging nudge as they crowned the stairs, getting the cutest moan. “Celestia on fire, Theorem, I’m almost dripping.”

“You are,” Theorem chuckled, then lapped up the female juice running down Milano’s leg. “And your clitoris is showing, too. Jeez, it’s so big, Milan-oh, hey, your son’s room.” Theorem paused just long enough to look into the darkened, messy room. Toys and controllers for his video games and books and all sorts of things were strewn about.

Milano whipped Theorem playfully with her tail. “Don’t think such things, you dirty boy. How could we fuck in there? That’s so… kinky.”

The unicorn blinked. “You’re serious?” he whispered unnecessarily. He only got a nod and those bedroom eyes in response. Celestia on fire, alright: those eyes could give any stalion wood. Without so much as a second glance to the bedroom down the hall, Theorem was led into Button’s room.

“Ah! Oh hun, no, come on…” Milano moaned as Theorem gently pressed his hoof into her soft, warm pussy, the inner lips looser and thin, the outer lips thick and wet. With his other hoof leaning hard on her tight backside, Theorem felt himself harden as she talked to him. “Please, sweetheart, let me see that dick of yours.” Her voice was too smooth to disobey.

Theorem got back on four hooves, his erection solidifying by the second. Milano giggled a soft little laugh, moving like she knew what she was doing. She laid prone on the floor beneath him and his dick throbbed as her hot breath flowed around the soft skin. Milano let out a soft moan and gently supported his stallionhood’s heft with her hoof.

“You’re big,” she whispered. “Bigger than my husband. Have you ever measured?”

Theorem said no.

“That’s something to do,” she replied distantly, her breath continuing to tickle Theorem, who was dreaming of the number a measuring tape would say. Ten inches? Theorem had no idea. In his unthinking mind he thought it might be unfitting for a math pony not to know anything about the length of his straight-edge.

He caressed her flank, admiring the way it felt, firm but big and tight. He just wanted to bury his face or post in her pussy right now.

"Mmmm-ah..." Milano's moans were muffled as she held Theorem's heavy cock up to her mouth and wrapped her lips around the flared tip. Little needles danced up from his groin the base of his tail, making it twitch violently, whipping left and right. They continued slowly and sharply up his spine, making him first lift his flank away from Milano’s loving embrace, then dip his head and thrust forward in a smooth, unintentional motion. They moaned together as Theorem’s long, thick, steel-hard penis slipped another few wet inches into Milano’s hot, wet mouth. She crawled closer and began to bob her head faster and faster, moaning out constantly as Theorem humped her gently.

One hoof on her nice flank, surprisingly firm for her shape and age (how old was she?), and the other up on a chest, Theorem smiled as he looked around the room. A few posters of gaming characters, most he recognized, decorated the walls in colorful squares atop the bright paint. Theorem looked all around, an unwelcome knot rose from his stomach to his throat. Button slept and lived here, this was weird. Not just weird, maybe wrong? Somehow? There was a racecar bed, a fucking racecar bed, and Milano’s ass was rocking back and forth, hitting a toy chest, which he himself was propped up on. Theorem chuckled and felt his smile diminish.

“H-honey,” he said, pulling his hips back some. “Sugar, stop for a sec, isn’t this, ya know, kinda strange?”

“G-mm, what are you talking about?” Milano sweetly said, sitting back on her haunches and licking up her spit from her chin.

“This!” Theorem hissed. “Doing, doing this in your son’s room. I mean, this is his sacred domain, ya know?”

Milano chuckled and laid on her back, her hooves cutely curled up in the air. “Isn’t it hot? C’mere, Theorem,” she said with a voice as smooth as honey and just as sweet, kicking her rear hooves in the air, spreading them some. “Don’t you wanna get over here and eat my wet pussy?”

Theorem grinned and began to saunter over to Milano’s waiting inlet, but she stopped him with a hoof to his shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going, baby? You’re gonna stand right above me and let me deepthroat that long, thick cock, right? I, I just- fuck, let me suck you off, Theorem.”

He nearly fell over as she dragged him back to her face. Milano laughed quietly as he bent his head down and kissed and licked the liquid from her upper legs. while Milano’s lips around his shaft, her tongue, constrained by his meat, still squirmed and rubbed his stallionhood with delight. The position was a little awkward, but a little adjusting was all that they needed. Theorem let all the saliva in his mouth out on his tongue, dripping it into the thick pussy lips between Milano’s cream-colored legs. He groaned, his balls aching for release as his muzzle dug into Button’s Mom’s hot, wet twat, her clit so large, engorged, even, and susceptible to his whims. He pressed her button with his tongue once, getting an acute jolt of approval.

He didn’t dare look back, but Theorem was sure he was all the way, or nearly all the way down Milano’s throat. She was so good. Theorem focussed not inspite of the intense pleasure Milano was giving him, but because of it. Every time he felt her nose against his swinging sack, Theorem sucked hard on Milano’s clitoris, his muzzle constantly grinding back and forth, up and down against her lips, gently pleasing her always while sharply injecting joy every time she did what he wanted.

Carefully balancing on his right fore hoof, Theorem reached his other around Milano’s left rear leg and gripped her thigh, gently pulling her legs apart. He breathed heavily and brought his exploring hoof to her flank, pressing and massaging and touching her as they devoured each other. When he really reached, he could touch her pussy and pull her lips apart a little, exposing her wet, pink entrance. Theorem looked down and saw what was hidden between her thick lips, and it looked like an inviting, lush, pink oasis in a delicious cream-colored desert. The liquids caused his hoof to slip. However, the force he was using at the blunder of a position drew his grip down, not away, and Theorem found himself within Milano’s ass, only a little.

Button’s mom gagged hard as she flinched. “Sorrysorrysorrysorry!” Theorem quietly screamed. He backed off, stepping on Milano’s hair as she tried to jerk herself free, just choking herself more as Theorem’s two left rear hooves fumbled around. He tripped over himself and fell back on his flank, landing butt first into a pointed wooden toy.

“FUCK!” the duo screamed and coughed respectively. Theorem jumped to his hooves and clapped his right fore hoof with Milano’s chin when he reached back to dislodge Button’s hapless entertainment (a train caboose, of all things).

His erection still at full steam ahead, Theorem instantly rushed to help Milano to her hooves, but was chin checked instead by an angry MILF.

“What the FUCK!?” she shouted, pushing Theorem back a jabbing hoof to his chest. He rubbed his hurt jaw and backed away from the angry mother. “What kind of kinky crap are you trying to force on me, pervert?” She punched him again on ‘pervert’, causing Theorem to retreat more and more. “Just because I’m so fucking hot to trot doesn’t mean you can lead your axel rod into my wagon train!”

Normally overflowing with words, Theorem’s mouth only slacked, dumb as a baby with nary a tit to suckle.

Button’s mother softened in expression, her weight coming back to rest more evenly on all four hooves. Her furrowed brow soften and smoothed instantly as she smiled a devious tiny smile, hiding her age again. The furious indignation transformed into an owning look, those bedroom eyes coming back to replace the fiery ones she wore just a second before. “You’re lucky I kinda liked it… fucker.”

“It was an accident, really-”

“Likely story,” Milano interrupted as she turned around, heading for the door. “Come on, I think you’re right.”

Theorem sighed with relief and trotted to catch up to Milano. “About what-hey, why are you going back downstairs?”

All she had to offer was a dirty look. Milano skipped down the stairs and Theorem followed, his immense stallionhood threatening to hit each step as they descended. Back in the best-smelling room in Equestria, the adulterers became again a beast with eight hooves, this time on the sofa. The soft, silky fur on Milano’s stomach rewarded Theorem as they shoved tongues and dry humped, the velvet sending the sweetest, sharpest sensations surging through his system.

Feeling his pent-up swimmers threatening to spew, Theorem pushed Milano back hard into the cushions. “S-stop,” he huffed, out of breath and sweating without actually working. “You’re so fucking hot, Milano. I almost came just from that.”

“From that?” Milano smiled, breathing just as hard. “I love the way it feels, Theorem, oh my goddess it’s so hard! Wanna blow, huh?” she whispered, moving her body back and forth above his throbbing, leaking dick. “I bet you just feel so close, right? So close to getting me all sticky and icky with your hot cum. Well you better not, not just yet…”

A teasing peck on his nose and she was out from under him, her front hooves and her body draped over the armrest. “Get over here and paint my flank, big boy.”

Theorem obeyed eagerly. He mounted Milano like an animal, his thick python pointing skywards, throbbing in it’s cradle of Milano’s tremendous ass. They gyrated, but the small break had brought Theorem’s dripping tip from hair-trigger to a more controllable condition. He dipped his neck and took a lock of Milano’s sweet-smelling milk chocolate hair in his teeth. He didn’t pull, but he kept tension enough to make his partner moan.

“Ooooh, kinky, sweetheart,” she said, barely resisting, just enough to feel a minute, yet sharp, pain. “Yeah, rub that long dick with my ass,” she begged. “Grope it, hard, yeah? Ah, oh yeah! Fuck, I can feel it, and your huge balls, too. Cum all over my ass, Theorem, use my flank like a fucking jerk-off rag!” Her reticent dirty talk was jet fuel on a bonfire. Her tight, soft yet firm ass was the match.

One hard, dry flex of his organ came before he actually shot anything, giving Theorem enough time to pull back and aim. A miraculous focussing of his magic pulled his bulging tip down to aim, fighting his natural rising as a riflepony would recoil. The next orgasmic, organic cycle was full, from the very bottom of his long, strong shaft to the flared head, sending a one foot-long rope into the air. The snake flew true, not whipping around wildly but sailing flatly, perhaps graceful, in some basic sense. Milano groaned when the thick, hot, off-white cum impacted along her spine, the sexy curvature of her back a landing strip for Theorem’s ejaculate. Their voices filled the entire modest Ponyville home like opera singers in a concert hall. It took an age, but Theorem’s sperm pump finished its last revolution, and he used his partner’s quivering backside to push out the last thick droplets.

Drained, for now, Theorem carefully fell back to the carpet, suddenly more plush than the plushest plush bed he’d ever laid in. He lifted his spinning head and couldn’t believe the sight his eyes. Sitting back on her haunches and breathing quickly was Milano, her sexy, curvy back completely covered with semen, globs clumping her hair in disarray. It was dripping, a little, down around the wide curvature of her flank, the pink heart on her rump on the right side had one short strand adorned across it. Her soft, fragrant, velvety coat hung onto his thick, thick seed very well.

“So warm,” Milano softly moaned, breathing deep and fast as she gently rode her hoof. “Oh my princess, Theorem, I love your cum on me. But… can…”

“Can whah?” Theorem croaked.

The gorgeous young mother took a deep breath and looked back over her shoulder, devouring the drooping stiffy hanging behind her. “Could you use your magic to pick up some cum and… let me taste it?”

Theorem perked up, his wilting tube, in post-workout pain, began to stand taller. The stallion half laid on his side and smacked his dry lips. “I could.” A smirk grew on his face, the new waters he tread tonight turning deeper, murkier and hotter every minute. He complied, squinting as he concentrated. Liquids weren’t the easiest thing to levitate. Still, any competent unicorn could do it some, and he had plenty of experience with chalk bits. (How much did earth pony teachers envy unicorns that never had to bite chalk?)

The kinky milf, seeing a good glob in a green, luminous bowl, turned to show off. She opened wide, laying her tongue out like a helicopter pad, and didn’t go to the cum. Instead, she waited, her pupils moving between Theorem’s eyes and the floating sperm. At the last second, Theorem carefully spread his seed across Milano’s muzzle and tongue, making a mess of a sticky situation. He laughed as Milano closed her eyes and moaned, grimacing as she tasted his white sauce.

“Like that?” Theorem asked with a devil smile. “How is it?” He shifted in place, his erection coming back in full again. “Tell me honey, want some more? If you don’t that’s fine, we can clean up real quick, but I think you would look really pretty with me inside you.”

“Me too,” Milano moaned, biting her stained lip as she rode her hoof hard, her eyes closed in concentration. Theorem stoked the aching underside of his penis as he magically plucked more sperm from Milano’s coat, collecting more from the main concentration just below where her hair hung. “Open up,” he whispered, and she did. Again, he didn’t simply lay it on her outstretched tongue, but spread it on her face, covering her eye and gluing her bangs to her forehead this time.

“Asshole!” she spat in reaction to sperm getting into her nostril. Milano smiled and licked his manly emission from her lips and gave it a taste. Theorem assumed she did not enjoy it, but Milano held it on her tongue a good while before spitting the white cream onto the fur of her chest. When she rubbed it in, Theorem was in heaven.

The pair giggled and spoke closely as they cleaned up with a rag, leaving behind white crusts that could wait, openly tongue kissing without shame. It was all in the heat of things, every action, and Milano was on her back, a colt’s muzzle buried in her crotch before they could even make it out of the kitchen. He played her like a kiddie game, reaching the final explosive level in just two minutes. Him at full steam ahead and her dripping wet and scalding hot, it was a miracle they made it to the couch.

With Milano’s great flank in the air, Theorem laid back on the sofa and kissed her until they both were out of breath. His large penis slipped in her wet hole easily. The heat and compression Theorem felt were without par. For every powerful thrust Theorem gave Milano, she moaned out and fell harder on his long shaft, not bottoming out until they were both sucking air and screaming into each other’s face. Every inch of his member, all however many, injected deep into Milano, again and again, pleasure raining down his rod and through his body to his brain, numbing the other parts. Things like thinking weren’t important right now.

“Yes! Fuck me, YES!” Milano raucously shouted, sweat coming off her in bullet-sized beads. “FUCK me! Yes! Yes! YES!!!” Air, she needed air, Milano ceased screaming to breath harder, moaning as her dry throat gasped for air. “Ah! AAah, yeah, ah, yeah! Yeah!!! AAaah! YEAH!” The orgasmming mother was reduced to a whimpering, whining filly of the mare she usually was. “YEAH! YEAH! YEAAAH!!!”

“Ugh!” Theorem grunted, his cutie mark a white blur as his cobalt flank pumped up and down as hard and fast a she could, his curved shaft reciprocating back and forth, in and out, nearly the whole length wetly punching into her tight sleeve. His tree trunk made only a fraction of noise as it’s sheath, the fine cream-colored mare, shouted desperate shouts so loud it made his ears ring.

“YEAAAAAAUUUH!!!” She stopped riding up and down, but he didn’t cease humping. Milano shook and shook, her rear legs would have shaken right off the sofa if they weren’t tangled with his. Theorem felt himself begin to twitch, no shudder, vibrate violently, but not just his pole, his entire lower body. Using his clenching forelegs, Theorem pushed Milano onto his rod, feeling himself about to blow. His mammalian mind was overridden in a sudden serious engagement of the cerebral kind. His long, cumming cock spent one rope on it’s way out, a thick wad was left sitting in her pussy while his cannon fired off a powerful volley into the relative cold beyond.

Seed fell everywhere. A complete disaster sprayed on the walls, the coffee table, the computer, the sofa, even in their drinks. Fortunately, Milano’s spasming body caught some.

Theorem knew this, but even if he wanted to spring up for a clean, wet rag, there was no moving. Every bit of strength had been spent ejaculating, and when his organ decided to fire, it was never a simple cum and go. Theorem knew he needed to do serious work to cum, and to recover, so he laid still, panting, sweat cooling and clumping his coat.

Still shaking her tight, fat flank, Milano’s head sank to rest against his, her legs buckling just a little. “Oh my gosh,” she whispered with hot, deep breath. Theorem inhaled her sweet, sweaty hair, groaning a little himself. “It’s been a minute since I came that hard, honey.”

“M-uh, me, too,” Theorem croaked, cursing his unsuaveness. He tenderly kissed Button’s mom on the cheek, her ear, her neck, gently sucking on the soft fur, tasting the salt of her perspiration and stroking her mussed hair.

In a show of youthful zip, Milano bit his ear, slowly licked his horn, and stood again. “After we clean up, wanna change gears, baby? I wanna take your big, tender dick all night long.”

Her soft words could cut down mountains.

Theorem was dumb and tired enough to just smile a big smile and nod a few times. “Yeah… yeah.”

“Come on,” Milano said. “Or, don’t, not more than you have already. Wow, you really wanted to paint the living room white, huh?” She trotted to the kitchen with a harsh limp and returned with rags, disinfecting wipes, an open can of club soda and two slices of apple pie, still warm.

In the short time Milano had left and returned, Theorem had not recovered beyond being able to sit like a human again. He gulped hard, grateful Milano didn’t know of his perverted fantasies. He moved when instructed, his fully exposed and half-flaccid dick flopping around as he sat on his flank. A big grin spread on his face as Milano scrubbed some of his mess from the coat on his rear legs. She smiled back, and kissed the spot where the cum had been, humming as she softly stroked his still semi-stiff schlong.

“You never stop, do you?” Milano asked in a hoarse little whisper.

“Nah,” Theorem croaked. “It’s been a minute, and, well…”

They locked eyes, not needing to say anything. Milano came forward slowly, and the pair shared a deep, slow, embracing kiss, like lovers, not fuckers. The intimate moment was cut short by a sandy mouth. Theorem smacked his lips as they parted, her deep, bright blue eyes so cheerful, gleeful, beautiful. He had to laugh and look away, lest this get serious.

“I’m dying,” Theorem said. “And, thanks. That was amazing, Milano, baby, honey, cherry pie. You’re just the best, sweetheart, sugar.”

“Thank you more, you sexy stud muffin. Come on,” she said, plucking up her dirty rags in her mouth. “M’m firsty as hell, doo.”

They laughed together. Returning to the scene of the crime with quenched throats and a hot desert to devour. Milano laid on Theorem, stroking his strong sides and his shoulders and his neck and rubbing her body on his long, hot organ.

“Say, Theorem,” she began.

“Theorem,” he finished.

“Ah! No, idiot!” Milano giggled and pulled herself up his young, sexy body some to nuzzle his neck. “I was gonna ask if you liked to watch, ya know, porn... sometimes.”

Theorem laughed, as he had so often so far tonight. “Only when I’m horny, and I’m horny a lot.”

“Well, wanna, ya know…?”

“Yeah.”

“What do you wanna, ya know…?”

“I dunno.”

“You into, ya know…?”

“Maybe.”

“Humans?”

His spine jolted, sending Milano up to a position where she was standing on her hooves over him.

“Oh, so that’s a yes?” she said with a demon grin, her eyes the one of a hunter who’s cornered her helpless prey. Her tongue slowly slid across her full lips, showing her malicious intent.

Theorem nodded, licking off the delicious crumbs from the corner of his mouth as Milano stroked him slowly, yet firmly.

“What websites do you go to normally?”

He told her. He was surprised she knew any of them, let alone half of them, and knew some very, very well. Her husband must be out quite a lot.

“Wanna go upstairs, warm up and look at some human porn, then fuck all night?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Fuck me,” Milano whispered, moaning as she gyrated her body along his, stroking his stiff, leaking dick with her soft fur.

The sound of Milano getting off the sweaty loveseat reminded Theorem of his existence inside the otherwise silent living room. He followed suit, standing quickly and needing to sit down again. The cup of water Milano supplied magically floated to his mouth, and he drank deep. As Theorem breathed, thinking about how hot it was that Milano was into a shared fetish, and the tunnel of his vision passed behind him.

“Come on!” Milano begged.Theorem groaned started to head up, but Milano turned in front of him, presenting herself as she picked up her laptop computer by the bite guard.

Milano giggled as she scurried to the stairs on fleet hooves. As she began to take the stairs two at a time, she stopped suddenly, and Theorem planted his muzzle right into her wet lips, injecting his nostrils with pussy fluids.

Theorem spat and puffed air out his nose, rubbing his muzzle with his hoof in recoil. “What the fuck?!” he shouted. “Dammit, that hurt, Milano-mf!” The stallion stopped whining and began to eat out the hot, dripping wet pussy that was thrust in his face again.

“Mmmmmm… ah yeah…” Milano moaned out as she leaned back, her weight pressing her sex into Theorem’s face. He groaned in response, pushing back hard, burying his muzzle into her. It was a grey area, or pink area, but when Theorem pushed, he could feel his nose slipping into Milano, as if her vagina spread around his face.

As he snuck a quick breath, Theorem commanded her to walk, and she did. Slowly, step by groaning, grinding step, the pair made it to the top, rock hard, and scalding hot and drooling, respectively. Holding onto Milano’s tail with his teeth, Theorem was led by a yelping pony, her heart and bottle cutie mark rising and falling as he pulled on her tail intermittently.

“Stowp it, Feorem!” Milano said around her computer, turning around to face him inside her darkened bedroom. She laid her laptop on the bedspread and faced her partner.

Theorem’s response was a deep, long kiss with an embrace, feeling the soft coat on Milano’s tender neck with his fore leg draped over it. She was so good that he nearly fell over when she pulled back.

He stood by as she opened her computer, draping his tail over her butt as it resumed. What was already on screen shocked and aroused Theorem. A pornographic comic featuring a human, no clothing like they normally had, his prick in hand and action lines indicating his curled fingers stroking the meager, bulging shaft. He appeared to be watching women change in a public shower, or something. Theorem let out a soft chuckle and bumped his flank with Milano’s.

“Is this what you were up to when I came by?” he asked. Milano blushed and nodded. “That’s kinda hot.”

“Yeah, well… I’m kind of really, really… extremely, sorta in…” Milano gulped. “I think I’m in heat again.”

The statement bare took a moment to process in Theorem’s head and translate to a language he could comprehend. “Yeah?” He now understood. “Y-yeah? Like, for real?”

Milano nodded.

“That-that’s… kinda hot.” He trailed off, moving his hoof all over Milano’s flank.

“Celestia, I shouldn’t have said that,” Milano grumbled as she crawled into bed, cautiously moving her computer to the far side. “You can…” Milano mumbled.

“Say again, sugar?” Theorem asked as he hopped up.

Milano sighed and remained facing away. “You can, can… c-cum in…”

“Cum, what?” He sucked his body close to hers, spooning with a rod in between their abdomens. Theorem proceeded to kiss Celestia on her ear, neck, and stroking her hair and coat.

"Ah," she moaned her hoof shaking as she scrolled through the comic. A hard throb in her clitoris made her lift her ass back into theorem's hard organ, making her throb even harder.

"Cum what, baby?"

"I-inside, Celestiadammit! Get a rubber from the nightstand with your m-magic,” she managed to nearly shout, smiling as she moaned out to an empty home. “Oh Luna, Theorem, stick me with your big dick, please. Oh- mmmm, I love the way it feels on me,” she said as she scrolled through a website Theorem and his pole knew well.

“I love your tight flank,” he growled, dry humping her more, his left forehoof snaking down her body to play with the glistening folds of sensitive, throbbing skin below. Theorem watched over Milano’s face to the porno she loaded up. An amazingly well animated woman, breasts enormous, walked up, her eyes unusually tiny, yet her long blonde hair fell past her ass. The computer graphics female winked and dropped her towel, revealing what little the imagination needed to fill in. Her nipples stuck out far, and her hairless body sported thick thighs, long legs, a fat, shapely ass, pink-tan vagina lips that shone with a fake reflection, and lips so thick they looked softer than her huge tits.

“Hey baby,” the computer spoke to the copulating couple, the voice low and smooth as Milano’s. “I’m really glad you could come over, sugar. I’ve got this itch that needs scratching, and you look like you’ve got just what I need, and I need it bad.”

“Do you need it bad?” Theorem whispered into Milano’s ear. She melted and nodded, groaning out loud, watching intently as blondie got on her knees, vigorously playing with her big, heavy, plastic looking tits. Suddenly, a flesh stick as thick as a soda can and over a foot long came from the left of the screen, another of equal or greater proportions appeared from the right.

“Oh yeah,” Milano and blondie said together. The sexy mare bit the sheets and gyrated her hips some, trying to stroke Theorem off with her flank.“I get to play with two big, hard, sperm-filled cocks! I’m gonna enjoy this…”

As the woman on the screen tugged and licked and sucked off the first penis, Milano flipped around and began to work Theorem’s barrel with her own mouth. The flared tip slipped past her lips, and she began to use her tongue, moaning as loud as she could. Wet, slobbery noises came from both girls. With her hoof, she generously cupped his testicles, massaging his heavy sack of apple-sized balls, the tip of her hoof heading into dark territory sometimes.

“Easy baby,” he counseled, watching as blondie was two fingers deep into one man’s ass as she sucked and stroked another big cock. “We don’t, uh… gotta do that, right?”

“Gnoh-uh,” Milano gurgled around his man shaft. Theorem grunted as she went all the way down his cock, gagging as the flared fat tip pushed down her throat. Like some sort of perverted professional, Button’s mom dipped her tongue out and licked his wet scrotum, pulling his big spheres up to her curious taster. Her big flank wagged in the air back and forth like a finger hailing a waitress.

“Ngk!” went the slut on-screen as she took one impossible dick down her throat. “Ng-K-GK-GK-GK-AK-GAK!” The guy on the right was skullfucking her, now, using her more like a pony gifted with an extra chromosome would treat a gift drum than a living being.

Theorem didn’t want that. Kinky, perverted, and still kinda hot, he definitely didn’t want to abuse Milano, but she seemed to be doing this to herself. She kept choking herself, sucking air for a second, drooling all her excess spit (there was gallons of the sticky strands), and then going nose to stomach again. When he finally stopped her, his cock threatening to burst again, Milano panted hard, sweat already on her face and body.

“Gah! Yes! Fuck my face! You want some, too, stud? I bet you both got tons of cum for me, just waiting!”

“Sorry,” Milano said, kissing the tip of his cylinder. He throbbed so hard, the leaking tip waved back and forth in front of her. “I just… really like doing that.”

Theorem returned her smile. “There’s nothing to apologize for baby. Want me to eat you out?”

“Nah, you already got me hot on the way up. You can fuck my brains out and squirt a huge load in me, though.”

“Fuck me! I love your fat cocks! Pound my face and use me like a fleshlight, shove your dicks in my throat and spray me with your fucking fire hoses!”

“Fuck me, Milano, you’re-”

“Wanna do my ass?” she asked suddenly. “A-after, uh… not with your, um, dick, but, toys. My vibe. C-can… fuck me, Theorem, I-”

“Alright!” Theorem sprang up, smiling, and pulled out the drawer of the nightstand. Inside was a mess. A pair of vibrators, one realistic and heft, the other smaller and more streamlined, sat among a jungle of other sex-equipment. Rubbers, bottles of lube, stained rags, blindfolds, even some hoofcuffs, sat with a single picture of a strapping colt, proudly brandishing his rifle and his hoof on his gun.

As he floated the rubber near, Theorem magically ripped open the packaged and took the little gummy circle out, discarding the plastic. Milano laid her tongue against his thick cock, lapping up the pre and spitting back onto his member. “Which time killer, sweetie?”

“I got a special one, under my pillow,” Milano said with a little chuckle. She stood on her hooves and bent down, spreading her legs as she picked up her simple plastic toy in her teeth.

“Gonna cum?” Blondie whispered a breathy little whisper. “Gonna cum, yeah? Oh yeah! Cum, baby, spray a thick, hot load on me! Go slower, I wanna see you blast me with your thick cum, I just need to feel all your sperm all over my face, yeah! Fuck, I’m soooooo wet!” Theorem watched just for a sec as she laid back and violently masturbated, her fingers pressing and circling her engorged clitoris. He paused the action, not wanting to miss out, and shuffled over to Milano, his erection now behind a layer of rubber.

The stallion stood up and prodded Milano’s tender twat. “We need to start, Milano, I’m so hard it hurts.”

“Fuck, just wait one sec!” Milano quietly screamed, fumbling with her lavender lady-pleaser. “Just, get back, face the computer and hit play.”

“Alright,” he groaned, throbbing painfully. Theorem obeyed, and Milano quickly shuffled in front of him, spreading her legs wide and laying on her front in front of him. At this angle, Theorem saw everything. The tight curvature of Milano’s ass, nice and wide and shapen like the goddess’s, her wet, dripping wet lips below, and her little pucker of an anus above. Why did Celestia and Luna and the other two he forgot sometimes have such great flanks? he wondered.

“Mmmm, yeah, yeah, stroke that dick, stroke your fat dicks for me. I love your dicks so much, come on! Cum all over my face! Yeah! Fuck yeah! Yeah!” Theorem didn’t even look at the purple phallus that fell between his legs. The bimbo on the computer screen leaned forward and opened wide. She caught the first torrent of man sauce right in her mouth, an impossible stream shotgunning and hitting her face in a weird pattern. The globs of fluid flowed down her face in rivers, swimming pools worth of spunk falling on her heavy tits and her eyes. She closed them and took the second load, holding her hands out to catch the thick spunk that fell out of her full mouth and ran down her chin.

She was plastered, whitewashed, and the video was less than a third done. She swished what she had in her mouth, then gulped it all down noisily. “Mmm!” Milano and the bitch moaned in synch.

“Thanks! But you’re definitely not done,” Blondie said, playing with her clit and her nipple, her bangs hanging low.

“You’ve seen this before, haven’t you?”

“You aren’t fucking my brains out, Theorem, and that’s a problem!”

Silently, Theorem thanked all the goddesses and picked up the dildo. “I think we need to get this thing wet first, no?”

“Y-yes, yes,” Milano hummed. “Do that.”

Theorem did. He clicked it on and cranked it to full, using the blurred pointed tip to tease her clit. The five or so inch long thing was dwarfed by his own rod, but Theorem still inserted the entire thing to great effect. He barely cared about the bimbo on screen. Besides, the shadow was hiding things he wanted very much to see, and he had to focus his eyes.

“Hey, sexy.”

“What, stud?”

“Oh yeah, fuck me!”

“Mind if we turn that off? It’s distracting, and I wanna really take everything in back here.”

Milano slammed the laptop closed. “Y-yeah… yeah, fuck me already.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Theorem pulled out the wet dildo, licking up the excess. It was disgusting, but it was delicious.

An evil smile grew on Theorem’s face. He slowly brought the vibrator to Milano’s back door, leaning his other hoof hard on her great ass.

“AH!” Milano yelped. “Yeah… slowly!”

Theorem went slowly. Milano bit the pillow she propped herself on, but she didn’t silence her delighted screams. Theorem pushed the toy in with a gentle rhythm, pushing in and letting her anus naturally push back. They went on for over a minute, until Milano’s cute little rim relaxed enough so that she didn’t reflexively push her buzzing fun-plug out. When the harsh buzz was reduced to a muffled hum, Theorem readied his member.

Milano moaned out loud as Theorem prodded her wet lips with his flared tip, then again louder as he penetrated quickly and deeply, going as deep as her tight pussy would let him. He bucked her softly, yet quickly, smoothly sliding all the way in then out, almost completely, only to jab in again quickly. As he went on, getting a faster and faster rhythm, he stooped forward and hugged Milano from behind, his hips humping her hard.

Theorem placed his lips on Milano’s hair and whispered: “Like that baby? Like my dick in you like this?”

Milano nodded, leaning her head back far for him. Theorem thrusted more violently, creating a wet noise as they met at the hip. Milano’s big butt gave plenty of cushion.

The two found themselves spooning again, Theorem licking and kissing all over Milano’s ear and face and neck as his long cock pushed in and out of Milano’s tight slit. His hooves were primarily on her hips, but went all over.

As the pair fucked into the early morning, Theorem was panting hard and Milano was screaming in joy. He on his flank, she riding him while facing him, then she on her back, they were never satisfied with the same position for long. Milano couldn’t stop from cumming at least twice, maybe three times, she wasn’t quite sure. When they got on their hooves and did it the textbook way, the cute dildo vibrating viciously in her back door, Milano lost it. She screamed, she yelled, she thanked the royal sisters for his hard cock ramming her, and came again.

Theorem nearly exploded in every position, but changing it up confused his throbbing organ enough to keep the pleasure up. When he turned to page eight of the Pony Sutra in his head, though, he could feel the buzzing butt-plug just like in the first position. Milano laid on her back with her front hooves pressing into her tummy, her legs crossed, squeezing him as tight as possible.

“M-Milano, baby!” Theorem grunted, his heavy sack slapping her clit every long, hard thrust. Sweat was all over his body, especially the side he was just laying on. “I’m gonna cum, baby, gonna-uh!”

Milano bucked her ass back and up into him as hard as he could, giving him wordless consent. Theorem fulfilled his warning, filling his rubber inside of his mare. The sensation was unbelievable, even better than the first time, even with a condom. His spasming muscles pushed load after thick load of cum into Milano, the pent up stuff stopping after what felt like days.

“Oh yeah,” Theorem sighed as he fell back on his ass, realizing late that he nearly fell of the large fuck-stage. The sleeve around his member sported a big golf ball sized reservoir of spunk in the tip.

His partner was even less coherent. As they came, it seemed, Milano had pushed out the dildo, but not all the way. It stuck halfway out, still clean, and still on the highest setting. Theorem magically shut it off and pulled it out, dropping it carelessly off the bed. He wanted nothing to do with the nasty little thing.

He did, however, slip himself close to Milano’s backside, massaging her pussy lips with a gentle hoof. They kissed deep, breath reeking of alcohol and bodies of sweat. Theorem buried his nuzzle into the matted coat of Milano’s neck and breathed in deep. He loved it. He even licked and smelled his dirty hoof.

Milano, thoroughly drained for now, laid limp, smiling as her fuck buddy walked her down from her mountain top. His quasi-stiff stallionhood, still inside a milky casing, glided over her back door. Once Theorem changed out, she sighed and let him in after he got hard again. She bit her sheets and moaned out, forcing her voice out over everything. It was so dirty, but she loved it.

It hurt, bad, being hard again so quick, but it felt so good. Thoerem spread Milano’s legs and pounded her asshole gently. He had never done anal, but he was pretty fond of it so far, the general idea basically the same. He fucked her like a whore, but one he liked, caring for his own pleasure now. Milano’s lust had been sated, so this was just fun afterwards, right?

He chose to believe that when he flipped Milano onto her back and reamed her. Her anus, the thing that was once a little pucker for him to curiously fantasize about, was squeezing him for all he was worth. The way her rim squeezed whatever section was inside, especially as he pulled back, was sublime. He took longer, slower thrusts, diving in all the wet way, making Milano groan and her belly bulge just a bit, one of the sexiest things Theorem had ever seen. Next, he pulled out to the fat, sensitive tip, watching intently as her asshole spread a little, trying to hold him in. Theorem slid back home, burying himself again, then repeated. And repeated. And repeated more and more, doing so faster, harder, the bulge in Milano’s tummy creating an x-ray vision image in his mind’s eye. He imagined a section view of his long, thick rod, the rubber still on, and drilled Milano harder.

“Too much?” he whispered, his breath getting short already. Milano just whinnied, so he went harder. “Just say something, anything, and I’ll stop.”

“Mmm!” Milano moaned, nodding, her face scrunched and screwed up. Theorem continued viciously, taking her from behind again, because he could hit her harder this way. Even though he slammed his piston in hard and fast, he always pulled back a little slower. Her asshole almost loved the thick cock.

They were a mess. Theorem’s grunts and Milano’s shaking screams carried throughout the empty house, just like Milano loved. She wailed, begging for more as she screamed loving praise as loud as she could. She had stuck her toy up there before, but not even her husband Lance’s strong dick had ventured to her other hole. This new sensation made her whole body tingle, and she began to shake from her rear hooves to her nose. Of course, she couldn’t control it, much less herself. She tried only to move her hips for Theorem, her mouth locked open and her lungs hopefully working.

Theorem flipped Milano impatiently onto her back and speared her asshole again. He was close, but he needed to see her sexy face. “Look at me,” he said. “Open your eyes, Milano, and talk to me, too. I wanna hear your sexy voice.”

She managed to look, but her screaming was done. Her throat caught closed, her mouth open and drying out.

Seeing inside her inviting mouth was good enough. Theorem laid into her, lifting her flank of the covers with his hooves as he absolutely drilled her asshole with no mercy. He kept it up for a good minute before he finished. This orgasm was as good as the others, but it didn’t last as long, and when he was done, Theorem felt no energy in his body whatsoever. He managed to pull out after spunking inside, but that was about it.

“Heh, that was fun,” he said with dry throat after catching his breath some. Milano laid still, twitching and spasming all over. “Shit,” he breathed, and quickly closed her splayed legs. He hugged her tight, covering her face with sleepy barrage of kisses. “Celestia in Equestria, Milano, you’re the fucking best,” he whispered into her ear.

“I-I know, baby. Heh… I know.” Button’s mom closed her eyes and let herself shake and be held. This anal thing hurt, a lot, but the whole-body orgasming was sorta worth it.

Wrapped in the colt’s loving, strong, young hooves, Milano smiled, pushing her big mom butt into his junk. Theorem dry humped a little, but they were done, at least she thought so. If Theorem could summon enough power, she wouldn’t, couldn’t, say no to him using any of her fun holes.

“Wait,” she whispered as she started to doze. “T-take off the rubber, Theorem. It’s probably… gross.”

“Yeah,” he whispered back. He had to be reminded four times, but he focussed his magic and peeled it off, then dropped the half-full sperm catcher on the floor. Milano didn’t even care, she could clean it up later.

Now, she just wanted to sleep.

AAAAAA! AAAAAA! AAAAAA! AAAAAA!

“No…”

AAAAAA! AAAAAA! AAAAAA! AAAAAA!

Milano waved her hoof at the nightstand.

AAAAAA! AAAAAA! AAAAAA! AAAAAA!

She hit the snooze button on her alarm hard enough to break it, weren’t it shock-proof. She cracked her eyes open and groaned at what she saw. 0500, Sunday, time for her morning workout and beauty regiment.

“What have I done?” she breathed to herself. Milano reasoned that fucking all night counted as exercise enough for a few days, but she still had to start her sunday. Button would be home around noon, or sooner if he wore out his welcome. Still, there was always endless chores, errands, tasks and bills. And Lance would video call around seven, which was nearly four in the afternoon his time, like he did every week. Last night, she was thinking of putting on a little show for him. Now… Milano felt a lump of guilt in her throat. She gulped, but that didn’t seem to help. Milano set another alarm for nine, no, no ten, and flipped over.

“Mmmmilano, what time is it?” Theorem moaned, kissing her face gently.

She returned it, moaning softly herself. Her anus hurt when she moved, and she didn’t plan on walking today if she could help it. “Five, sweetheart.”

“All night, huh? Heh… hardly felt like it.”

They kissed again. “Right? Are you very busy today?”

And again, with lots of tongue. “Kinda, only… a lot. I have to take care of errands and have then I have another conference tonight. You?”

“Chores, getting Button ready for school tomorrow… stuff like that.”

They kissed until they couldn’t anymore, then slept until ten, no, eleven.