Interspecies Request Series

Chapters

Yildun- Appleoosan Afterparty
Musicman722- The Abduction of Princess Rarity
Yamgoth- Late-Night Surprise
Bronystories- La Petit Moule

Yildun- Appleoosan Afterparty

Cheese Sandwich always loved it when a party came together right. Not that it really took too much. Equestria was naturally a happy place. Ponies tended to be eager to tip over into a party mood given just the right little push. Even the serious, earthy folk of Appleoosa and their similarly serious buffalo neighbors liked a good party. Sure, they usually went in for a hootenanny or hoe-down but a Cheese Sandwich shindig was just too nice to resist.

It served a practical purpose as well. They neighbors had been getting along well enough. They liked one another, they were civil. But they never really got down and boogied together. They tended to keep their cultures very distinct and the celebrations were observed by one side or the other as interesting cultural happenings rather than as things in which to participate.

That was the magic of a good party. And that was Cheese's specialty. The buffalo and ponies were partying down, the happiness off the area was high and all was well. Except...

Except there was one little wrinkle. One of the folks wasn't partying. She was, in fact, following him. It was a buffalo, one of the cows. He remembered her name was Little Strongheart, the daughter of Chief Thunderhooves. She had looked on him kindly when he first came into town, remained unobtrusively nearby, and helped to get the buffalo to the party. Once the festivities began, however, she had focused herself on him.

She wasn't trying to be completely invisible. She was giving him very friendly looks, and smiling, but maintaining a discreet distance. She seemed to want to come closer, but couldn't bring herself to bridge the gap. Her look was familiar. A mare or two had looked at Cheese like that before.

There were a lot of complications to the matter. Becoming entangled with someone in the places he threw parties was never in the cards. It would only create a mess when he had to wander off. Worse still, she was the daughter of an important person. That would be more stress. Finally, she was a buffalo. Her species wasn't the issue, her culture was. He didn't know what kind of traditions or rituals were involved in such a relationship. He could offend her just by trying to be polite.

During the period of Cheese's consideration and self-doubt Little Strongheart had conquered her own hesitation and sidled herself up to Cheese's side. She fluttered her short lashes at him and gave a shy smile. “H-hello again, Mister Sandwich. I want to thank you once more for helping to bring such a joyous celebration to our town and getting ponies and buffalo to have fun, together.”

“Ah, it's what I do, Miss Strongheart. I'm the wandering party pony of Equestria. And please, call me Cheese!” He said, throwing on as bright a tone as he could muster. Little Strongheart's posture and body language made her romantic intentions all the clearer, increasing the pressure Cheese felt. He was just glad they were both tucked away behind a building, far from the gathered party folks.

“Oh, yes. Well... Cheese... I also wanted to say that besides being generous and good, and quite good with all you do, that you are quite a handsome pony...” Little Strongheart blushed a bit and gently pressed her head to the side of Cheese's neck.

“Oh... well... thank you...” Cheese said, his smile growing strained, his eyes darting around as though he was worried that he was being watched.

“I know that you must leave, but surely you could delay, just for a while...” Little Strongheart whispered into Cheese's ear, giving it a soft, tender nip.

Cheese's ear fluttered and he looked rather shocked. “I'm not sure... I don't know anything about... anything cultural...”

“Don't worry. We're progressive. We live by ponies. Live with them sometimes,” Little Strongheart laughed, shaking her head a bit. “Sex can mean many things, even especially great thanks. You've done a tremendous service for my tribe, and for our neighbors. And I feel, personally, that you deserve such a kind reward. And as well, I find you quite attractive. So why would I not offer?”

Cheese considered the words for a time. “But... wouldn't there be... entanglements?”

“Happy memories we may keep and treasure all our lives are not snares to tie us to things we do not wish. They are to be part of us, mementos that sustain us as we stampede through our lives,” Little Strongheart said sagely.

“You can do that? I guess you can do that. Parties make happy memories and partiers are doing a lot of things together. But not usually trading a lot of fluids,” Cheese said with a laugh, bouncing his puffy mane.

“Now you see how it works. Come, run with me. Let us find a more appropriate space,” Little Strongheart said, looking over her shoulder before dashing off. Though Cheese hesitated for a moment he galloped off after the buffalo cow's waving tail.

Little Strongheart led Cheese out onto the plain, just outside of Appleoosa proper. The lights from the party were still very evident, as were the drifting strains of the jubilant music. But there was a muting of both, with the bright moon providing a good bit of the light they had, while the drifting wind and sounds of animals added a bit of natural music to the surroundings.

Cheese nodded slowly as he looked around. “This is ni-” His comment was cut off by the sudden presence of Little Strongheart's lips. Her was more than silenced, he was wholly muffled, her strong, long, agile tongue slithering into his mouth and swirling around his own. One split hoof slid along his cheek while she gave him the deep, saliva-swapping kiss. Though he was surprised and uncertain, Cheese took the plunge and pressed into the kiss, his own tongue sliding into Little Strongheart's mouth, licking around at her flat teeth.

The two of them stood there, finally on the same page. It was oddly hard for Cheese to let go. Party pony though he was there was a lingering sense of his own previous thoughts on the subject. The idea was that connection came from sex. Or that sex came from a connection. He had never once imagined that sex could just be. It was still a hard sell.

There was certainly a great intimacy in rubbing his tongue along Little Strongheart's tongue, flicking up along the edge, tickling down the base. He was tasting her saliva, and passing his own along with every motion of his lips. He traced along her gum line and lover her cheeks, creating a little bulge as he pressed against them.

They parted with a soft 'pop' and turned their heads, both panting a little bit while looking to one another. Cheese looked a bit bashful, like Little Strongheart's gaze was smoldering. “Are you not convinced?” she asked him with a panting tone.

“Well... I guess I could, as long as there's no... traditions I'm stepping on. And as long as your dad doesn't get mad,” Cheese said with a slight blush and fluff of his puffy mane.

Little Strongheart laughed softly and nuzzled at Cheese's throat. “He almost expects it of me. He knows this is the time when I will be curious and make my memories. He would only be surprised by my choice.”

“Yeah! That's another thing! I'm... me. Not some big, bulky buffalo bull,” Cheese noted, indicating his long and lanky form.

“I chose you because of what you did, as I told you. You brought us all together and made us one, more than we had been before. It was wonderful of you to do. I find such things attractive. As well I... I was curious about how a pony looks and feels, in an intimate way. So, I may get many things from this experience,” Little Strongheart confessed, a small blush coloring her cheeks.

Cheese struck an heroic pose, running a hoof through his puffy mane as she stood. “You know, I always felt I did have a special kind of attractiveness. Good to know others can see it. As for how a pony looks... you can see for yourself. I'm... starting to get 'convinced' by you.”

Little Strongheart wasted no time in dropping her head and looking at Cheese's belly. His long and lank body meant that his sheath was equally long, and the organ that dropped from it was rather more robust that might have been imagined. The color was a dark brown, like his mane, with mottling of lighter orange tones. The head was already quite substantial, without flaring, and the medial ring stood out prominently.

After a moment of just staring Little Strongheart leaned in to nuzzle at the dropping, plumping rod. The first brush of her velveteen nose along the flesh made it jump, blood surging into it and the length slapping firmly onto Cheese's slim belly. She giggle a bit at the sudden, passionate reaction and leaned in once more, letting her tongue slip out and swirl slowly around the thickened crown. “Bulls do not have anything like this. This is so much more detailed, so complex...” She whispered, her hot breath tickling across the freshly-licked head.

“G-glad you like it...” Cheese stammered out, his legs trembling as he stood there. The tender licking and warm breaths teasing across his stiffening organ helped the process along. More surges of blood and muscular twitches made the pole slap onto his belly, releasing meaty thumps each time, and working pleasure through the whole of it.

Little Strongheart got control of the bucking, bouncing length by wrapping her long, silken tongue as much as she could around the area behind the mushroom tip. She also reached up one dainty, split hoof and carefully caressed Cheese's hefty sac, using the fleshy pads at the bottoms of her hooves. The balls were not in the same category as the ovoid monsters the buffalo bulls sported, but they were more than decent for a pony, or so she could surmise. They would do the job.

She swirled her tongue slightly around the sensitive flesh behind the large head, smearing saliva all around and panting hot breaths along the throbbing meat. She could feel every beat of Cheese's heart through the pulsing length, and delighted in that it seemed to be racing. She was the cause. She was getting him so excited. She pulled the thick flesh towards her mouth and gave it a semblance of a kiss, as much as she could with her tongue still sticking through her lips.

The problem was resolved when she slithered her tongue from around Cheese's length and slurped it back into her mouth, leaving her free to plant a kiss on the side. She held it for a long moment and then slide her head down, licking and nibbling down the rod, giving his medial ring a lick and a kiss. “I think you really are convinced... you seem ready for this...” she said, licking firmly at his cock's base and then teasingly lapping over his testes.

“Woo! I think I just might be!” Cheese cried, running in place a little as a sudden surge of energy ran through him. His body felt good and tingly, hooves to ears, something he hadn't felt in a while. It was one thing to throw a great party, but another to get a lick and kiss from a beautiful cow. “So how do we get to it?”

“You return the favor,” Little Strongheart said, turning her rear end to face Cheese. Her little tail flicked up and showed off the damp patch of fur around her sex. The lips were discernible, sitting in a thinly-furred area tucked up against her crotch. They looked nicely flushed, and glistened with arousal. Her clit was fully exposed, dark pink and fairly bulbous. “It would only be fair, yes?”

“Of course! What kind of stallion would I be if I didn't do that?” Cheese asked, internally slapping himself. He had thought he'd hop on and hop off. 'It's casual sex, not get-off-and-go sex, you idiot,' he thought to himself.

“Some forget to be kind, but they are very few and their reputations come to be known,” Little Strongheart said casually, with a hint of a shake of her rear.

“Well, I am certainly not one of those,” Cheese insisted, bending his legs a little bit. He was used to ponies whose legs were shorter than him. Little Strongheart's long, lithe legs put her at about equal height to the average pony but her body was built with her backside tilted slightly down. He got comfortable in his new position and looked up at the warm muff before him. Her thick, coarse fur curled over the split of her rear, which was itself very lightly furred, as he had noted before. He was in for some tickling.

His long snout dipped between the two toned, tight cheeks, velvety nosetip sliding along. He rubbed at her clit and slid up the wet, dripping sex. He repeated the move a few times, getting appreciative moans and lows from Little Strongheart. He inhaled deeply as he wet his snout with her arousal, taking in a heady melange of buffalo musk, prairie grass, various flowers and a hint of sweat. He knew the buffalo loved physical activity, and it was to be expected.

His tongue peeked out, swirling slowly around her engorged bulb of nerves, a large shudder running through her body, and a higher-pitched moan dripping from her lips. She pushed her body back, nearly penetrating herself on Cheese's snout. Only a quick backward motion kept him from being so engulfed. He lapped solidly at her clit a few more times, and then brought a hoof up to gently rub at it.

As his hoof worked her sensitive button Cheese's tongue turned to her warm, damp folds. He licked slowly up one side and back down the other, reversing the motion after finishing, and breathing out hot puffs of breath across her whole sex. Little Strongheart's body trembled all the harder, and she let out a soft squeal of delight. “Yes! So kind, so caring...”

“Just doing my job: making folks smile,” Cheese said with his usual cheeky tone. He stood up, smiling big and bright, his muzzle damp with Little Strongheart's arousal. “So now...”

“We bring mutual joy to one another,” Little Strongheart finished, stepping her rear legs out a bit more and lowering herself some, for better leverage. She presented herself to Cheese, looking over her shoulder with a large smile. “Come and make your memories. I know I shall savor mine.”

Cheese sauntered up, a little stiff-legged, eyes focused on the damp passage he had just finished licking. He cleaned his lips of the last traces of that musky juice before rearing up and bringing his legs down. Thanks to this height and Little Strongheart's position he actually touched ground as his chest touched her back. “This is an interesting way to do it...”

Little Strongheart laughed softly and shook her head. “Even in a moment of carnal import you are amusing. Curl your legs and grip me, rest upon my body. I am a buffalo. I can carry great weight with ease.”

Cheese did as he was bid, his chest pressing down solidly on Little Strongheart's back, while his legs pulled up, pressing against her sides and turning slightly inward, so his hooves were pressed on her lower chest and he was holding on securely. “Does this feel right?”

“As you noted, buffalo bulls are larger than you, and their hold is not impossible to bear. Please, make love to me,” Little Strongheart insisted, looking back with heavily lidded eyes, her body giving a small shudder in Cheese's strong and secure grasp.

Cheese adjusted himself a little, and walked himself forward, his body bending like an accordion. His thick tip mashed against Little Strongheart's lips, smearing precum around and finding the going a little hard. She was built for penises with a point. The blunt mushroom of Cheese's pony pole was something outside of her experience. His hips quivered as he threw some extra muscle into his push, his teeth gritting in effort.

Little Strongheart did her best to help, pushing down on the ground in front of her to shove her rear end back against the blunt crown of Cheese's stallionhood. A loud groan dropped from her lips and a shudder ran through her body as the thick tip spread out her tight sex slowly but surely. She opened up bit by bit, per panting gasps and moans matched by the grunts and snorts of effort that Cheese gave while working himself past the initial tightness.

The combined effort bore fruit, as Little Strongheart's sex closed behind the flat cap of Cheese's cock, squeezing the rounded expanse in wet tightness. Both of them stood for a moment, moaning and panting hard, savoring the triumph. Little Strongheart made the first move after, pushing back again to take in a portion of the shaft, and communicating to Cheese that he should go on.

Cheese squeezed Little Strongheart's sides and pressed his hooves against her more firmly, using his hoofed legs to pull himself forward while his hips thrust. He was still fighting the clenching passage but it was easier with the wide expanse of his head in already. Each stiff thrust pushed another throbbing inch of pony meat down the squeezing, rolling tunnel. He huffed and groaned and trembled as the warm wetness squeezed along him, the feel of it familiar yet new.

His medial ring proved to be like a smaller version of the drama of his tip. The ring ground and pushed at the stretched lips, another combination of stiff thrusts and help from Little Strongheart helping it to pass through, to be warmed and squeezed by her body.

The last of his length pushed in with several smooth, long thrusts, letting his thighs thump on her tight rear end and his testicles thump against her thighs and clit, drawing out a sharp squeak and and shudder. He held within, panting, resting heavily on her back, feeling accomplished and greatly pleased. It called for a party, but the best he could manage was a shower of confetti which he kept in his mane at all times, just for emergencies. “Made it!”

“Ah! Oh... most a-amusing, Mr. Sandwich! It is so in ke-keeping with your nature...” Little Strongheart moaned out, a smile trembling on her face, which had been scrunched tight in pleasure. She pushed back and swung forward a few times, to rock Cheese's body and get his testes thumping on her clit a few more times. Each little bump to her button made her sex clench and quiver, while her body trembled.

Little Strongheart's tunnel took a bit of time to get acclimated to the thickness of the pony shaft, after prior experience with slim but long buffalo poles. The walls squeezed and massaged along the pulsing length, stroking along like a wet, smooth hand. Cheese responded with a pleasured grunt and sudden thrust, pulling back quickly and slamming home, thumping her backside solidly.

Spurred forward by the tight heat and the lowing moans Cheese's hips went into an automatic thrusting mode. He drew back slowly, mostly through the action of the squeezing, then rocked forward and up, smacking Little Strongheart's bottom and rocking the solid buffalo. Both of them moans and grunted deeply as the irresistible force met the immovable object again and again, Cheese showing he was more than just a lank party pony.

Little Strongheart was growing moist with perspiration, her head hanging low and splayed forelegs trembling, cutting furrows in the prairie as she slid lower and lower. Her body was alight with continual pleasure, a warm, radiating sensation from the penetration and stretch, sharp, electric spikes shocking through her each time her clit took a ball-thumping.

Her tight-packed and spread sex was dripping copious amounts of her buffalo honey, creating a small puddle in the grass, wetting her thighs and Cheese's crotch. Splatters were everywhere, flicking around like heady dew drops. Her breath quickened into moaning puffs, as hard and heavy as in the midst of a strenuous stampede, but washed in carnal delight.

Little Strongheart's front ended up pressed to the ground, Cheese bent over on top of her and following her fall, thanks to the solid hooking of his legs on her. She rested the side of her head on the tightly-bunched grass, eyes squeezed tightly shut and mouth hanging open, moans and whimpers pouring out freely. She built on her pleasure thrust after thrust, clit-bump after clit-bump, her passage clenching tighter, trembling and rolling, massaging Cheese's precum-spitting pole.

Her climax struck her like a sudden prairie thunderhead, surging through her veins and sending a flaring tingle through her nerves. She let out a cry that rumbled out like a typical bellow, but with a higher pitch and a whining edge to it. Her rear pushed back as she squirted a copious rush of her juice, creating a bigger puddle beneath her. Her sex squeezed down at the moment of climax, trembling hard as it pressed around Cheese's thick length, which was buried down to the very base.

Little Strongheart's bellowing, constricting, squirting orgasm was more than enough to set off Cheese's peak as well, catching him almost by surprise. The purity of sensations, the intensity of it all, it was completely new, beyond her being a buffalo. His cockhead flared wide, making the restraining tunnel even tighter around him. But the squeeze on his flare just made him whinny all the louder as hot blobs of rich and heavy cum splattered around her insides, hanging in sticky streamers and filling the available space.

With the large flare wedged into the trembling tightness the flood of sticky semen had nowhere to go, pooling within Little Strongheart, almost creating a swell in her belly. Cheese felt the pressure building against his head and pulled back with all his might. He yanked through the squeezing, ending up falling backwards as he popped his fat crown out of her. A little arc of semen flew from his head, and a heavy squirt of pony cum jetted from Little Strongheart.

Cheese hit the grass on his ass, then dropped onto his back, panting and moaning. He maintained just enough presence of mind to reach into his mane and throw out another shower of confetti. He likewise popped a few party poppers, which he also kept in there. “Woo!” He cried, breathlessly. “Now that was a party...”

Little Strongheart's rear slowly slumped down to the ground, leaving her stretched out on her belly, panting and trembling as tremors of orgasmic bliss coursed through her. “Ahhh, that is the stuff of memories. I will treasure that no matter how long I trample the plains. Thank you for all you have done. All of it.”

“This kind of celebration is just what I needed, and I didn't even know it. I need to sharpen my party pony skills so I know when it's time to get down and get busy,” Cheese said with a huge smile. Another cloud of confetti few out and another popper popped.

“I am glad I could show you this new way to celebrate, as you showed my folk and the Appleoosans that we could mingle together and celebrate in freedom and frivolity,” Little Strongheart said, rolling onto her side so she could look at Cheese.

“I guess we... should head back to town...” Cheese said, attempting to get up, but failing. “Eventually...”

“There are no dangers in this part of the prairie. We may rest here until the morning. The town will enjoy having you for one more day,” Little Strongheart said, curling up and getting comfortable.

“Sounds like fun,” Cheese said, slowly rolling his way to where Little Strongheart lay. He flopped himself across her curled body, and drifted off to sleep.

The next day Cheese surprised the buffalo and Appleoosans with one more wild shindig, telling them he thought they needed another dose of fun. They all hailed him and partied even harder than they had the day before. During the celebration Little Strongheart danced and frolicked with him, giving him warm looks and winks as they went on. As the sun set the party was sustaining itself under the direction of the buffalo and the Appleoosans.

Little Strongheart gave Cheese a kiss on the cheek as he nodded to her and walked out of town. He flipped on his hat when he had left the town environs, slipped on his poncho and settled Boneless on his back. “Well, Boneless, another town, another party... but a really special one...”

Musicman722- The Abduction of Princess Rarity

Rarity sat upstairs at Carousel Boutique, slowly brushing her luxurious mane. But in a sense, it wasn't her and it wasn't Carousel Boutique. She was dressed in her Princess Platinum cape and crown from the Hearths Warming Eve pageant, and had added small stylistic touches to her room, making it look like a castle room, fit for a princess. She bounced her mane in the mirror and smiled. “Unicornia is fortunate to have you as its Princess, Rarity. You lead a charmed life of utter perfection and the land is at peace beneath your hoof...”

Responding to the cue there was a minor barking commotion from the other side of the door, which opened up firmly and revealed the original trio of Diamond Dogs, as well as three Dig Dogs. The three lead Dogs were not in their usual attire, but were rather dressed in scale mail shirts and loincloths, dull iron scales on rough-made heavy cloth. Likewise the Dig Dogs were in more ancient-designed iron armor, including vambraces and greaves, and faulds with a generous bulge in the metal front.

“Here is Pony Princess, the one we need. Take her Dogs!” Rover barked out, pointing at Rarity who looked shocked, in an over-acting sort of way.

“What is this? Diamond Dog barbarians? In my palace? Guards! Come to your princess! Preserve me!” Rarity squealed out, her tone dropping a bit as the initial cries created too many high pitches that made the six Dogs wince. She staggered away from her mirror, and looked on the Dogs with a mix of fear and appreciation.

Fido lumbered forward at the head of the three Dig Dogs, all four holding pristine white silk ropes. “Pony should be quiet. Not make fuss,” Fido wurfed deeply. He lunged forward for Rarity.

Rarity deftly fell back, partly as a dodging motion, party to throw herself dramatically onto her fainting couch. “Spare me! Oh muscular, rough, mighty, powerful, well-attired barbarian Dogs please spare my tender body and leave me in this dull palace height among my sniveling servants! Please don't take me away from this confining place! Please spare me your great strength and ruggedly handsome features! Do not take me!”

“We do not listen to ponies! We take you now,” Fido growled, lunging again. This time he succeeded in getting the rope around Rarity's forelegs. He wound it carefully around them while she held still, adjusting position a few times to make sure it was secure and not uncomfortable.

The Dig Dogs came forward as well, tying Rarity's rear legs and then all four of her legs together. Once secured she was lifted up by one of the Dig Dogs, who adjusted her in his grip several times until she looked comfortably settled. He held Rarity up like a prize, the other Dogs howling in triumph at the sight. “Yes! Now we have pony princess!” Spot said, his tail wagging wildly.

Rover nodded and motioned to his coterie. “Come, Dogs! Back to tunnels with prize, before pony guards come to stop us.”

The assembly lumbered down the stairs and into the main room of Carousel Boutique, which still looked exactly the same. Sweetie Belle was on the couch, reading a magazine, when the parade of Dogs came through, clanking and thumping and making a lot of noise. “Hey! I'm trying to read here. Can't you be quiet?” She squeaked out.

The collection halted, the Dogs looking a little bit guilty about the whole thing. “I'm terribly sorry, Sweetie. Scale and plate are a bit cacophonous, but they look nice. Do your homework, there's cake in the refrigerator and mother and father will be here for you in the evening,” Rarity said. “Very well, continue, more quietly.”

“Thanks, sis!” Sweetie called, going back to her magazine as the group of Dogs continued on through the boutique, slowly and with much less clattering. She could only sigh. Rarity was a great sister but she played weird games with her friends.

The parade of Dogs traveled into the basement of the shop, which looked just like any other room, with bright lights, cheerful paint on the walls, and dress forms sitting around in half-finished attire. A door on the far side led down into what would normally be a sub-basement but which was, in fact, a passage to the Diamond Dog tunnels that ran under Ponyville. Or rather, to a private section of tunnels that were like a subterranean condo, unconnected to the tunnel system proper.

The large, main congregation area had been constructed, from the start, to recall a medieval hall, including having a large hearth, arched ceilings, rough wooden furnishings covered in simple raw cloth, and a large, raised area with a trio of comfortable throne-like chairs marked with the names 'Rover', 'Fido' and 'Spot' in the Diamond Dog alphabet.

Rarity was carefully deposited onto a large, plush pillow made of red velvet, and her bonds were quickly removed, allowing her to shake out her limbs and give them a soft rubbing. After she had worked over her legs and settled back on the pillow she affected a look of fearful uncertainty. “No! My worst fear! Stripped away from my cold palace and dragged into the close-pressing warmth of the barbarian tunnels! You've long come against Unicornia, what sort of mischief do you plan now that you have her princess?” Rarity asked, pressing a hoof to her forehead and falling back in a swoon.

“Now Unicornia will listen to demands,” Rover said, taking out a scroll form his waistband and unrolling it. “No more gem poaching in Dog mines. No more chasing off Dogs when they forage. No more making faces when Dogs eat meat. No cheating Dogs on gem weight and quality. We know gem weight and quality.”

“And how will having me make the citizens less prone to being unkind? I cannot control them, and surely they will simply launch attacks to get me back. Your plan will never succeed,” Rarity insisted, sitting proudly on the pillow and bouncing her mane.

“Not worry, have clever plan,” Rover said, tapping his head softly. “Ponies will listen to royal family. Even if they not want to, they must.”

“Well, that is true. But I will not make the proclamations, unless you ask me very politely. Still, they may not be fully convinced. Your clever plan lacks some steps,” Rarity said with a shake of her head.

“Will listen to us, if we are royal family,” Rover said. He gave a particular tone of howl and ended with a loud bark. On cue, Rover, Spot and Fido dropped their scaled loincloths while the Dig Dog trio unhooked and dropped their faulds. Their crotches bare, all six Dogs showed off their organs and low-hanging stones. All were of decent size, even Spot, with some individual variations besides just the color. Rover, being leader, was tops in all categories, even over the bulky Dig Dogs, though they all only just outclassed Spot and Fido.

Rarity couldn't hide an obvious lust that shone in her eyes as she watched the reveal. So much naked Dog meat and so many fat, sperm-bloated balls. She was in heaven, gorging her gaze on the picture of her lust, all she carnally desired in the world. She spoke, with some breathiness, her thighs pressing together as wetness shone between them. “Y-you brutes! Ba-barbarians! How crass, to reveal your naked maleness to my royal eyes, all those inches upon inches of extra-fat Dog flesh and pouches hanging low as though filled to the brim with jewels more precious than diamonds! Cover yourselves once more and do not think you will use those irresistible Dog tools upon my pony body, especially not for the purposes you conceive. That I will conceive.”

“Pony cannot stop us!” Rover insisted, pointing a well-manicured claw at Rarity. “Cannot stop power of Dog spires. We will breed pony! Make into broodmare. And will be in royal bloodline, as in plan.”

“Never! Surely you could never do such a thing to me!” Rarity insisted, turning up her snout and turning her back on the Dogs. She had risen to her hooves by then, and her flicked her tail up to reveal the pristine cleft of her ass. The full cheeks swelled out slightly, speaking of too many sweets and not enough time on the treadmill. Between that was the puckered, puffy ring of her anus and her slit. The lips were deep pink and glittering like gems from the copious coating of her spicy-scented honey. She was dripping onto the pillow, adding to the wet spot that had developed when she had simply sat down.

“Princess is stubborn, but not like mule. Mules are pony and donkey. We make pony and Dog,” Fido barked, lumbering forward with Spot. He reached out and boldly ground a fingertip against Rarity's plump lips, smearing the fluid around before dragging the digit down to flick, swirl and grind her pleasure button.

Rarity let out a cry that tried to continue the fear and resistance but was too filled with lust and desire to succeed. Spot licked inside of her wide-open mouth while she cried, his wet, lapping tongue met by Rarity's. The two slapped and wound their tongues together until the cry faded into a moan, their lips joining in a kiss. Their tongues continued to twist with one another, flicking and lapping around in each others' mouths.

Rarity reached up to softly caress Spot's face, lightly toying with his modest jowls, while Spot reached higher, to wrap his gentle fingers around her horn. He stroked the white twist slowly up and down, thumb rubbing continually at the tip. He stroked another her neck with his other hand, fingers sliding through her silken mane every few strokes.

Rarity broke the kiss, her tongue sliding back into her mouth with a small slurp, Spot's tongue pulled back into his mouth with a louder one. She moaned and whimpered softly, genital stimulation enhanced with the focused and talented caressing of her horn. “Ah... m-my weakness... brutish, bulky, buff barbarians... who told you of my horn's sensitivity?”

“We know much of ponies,” Fido said, bending his finger and grinding the joint up from Rarity's clit to just within her sopping entrance.

“Ponies come to Dogs, make love. Some stay and enjoy Dog sex, over and over!” Spot yapped, leaning in to lick at the tip of Rarity's horn. He sucked and nibbled softly at the point of the horn, his hand still with a tight grip at the base while he stroked it slowly.

“Oooh my citizens are so wa-wanton...” Rarity moaned, trembling a little as she was deeply pleasured from two directions. “They come here for well-hung Dogs with fat, full stones, and they don't tell me they are leaving. H-how ungrateful...” She pushed her plump rear back into the grinding joint, while her head tried to remain still for a proper horn-stroke and suckle.

“Many secrets in pony kingdom. Many secrets...” Fido whispered huskily, voice thick with lust. His joint twisted between Rarity's lips a few more times before he pressed two fingers against the wet sex and spread it wide, showing off the dripping passage, which twitched and trembled from the multiple points of stimulation.

“Is pony princess ready for Dogs? She hates Dogs, need to get ready right,” Spot said, sucking on Rarity's horn again after speaking and giving a rapid stroking.

“I will never be ready! Even if you tease my body and work me over all night long and bring me to a dozen climaxes! Mm, perhaps you shouldn't try. I promise you that you will not succeed in this plan!” Rarity insisted, standing up more through the actions of Fido and Spot than under her own power. Her legs were like jelly thanks to the teasing.

Fido spat rather suddenly onto Rarity's puckered anus, grinning a little as the sphincter twitched. He moved his wet fingers to the spat-upon backdoor and started smearing around the saliva and juice. “Will succeed... will have pony princess. Will have more...” He leaned in once his fingers had smeared the spit around all over the raised ring, his tongue slowly sliding out and swirling adoringly over the wrinkled anus.

Rarity fought hard to stifle a groan before responding to the comment. “H-h-ha! Don't you Dogs know how to sire children? Th-that is not the proper orifice. Given the sizes of your genitals I had assumed you were wise in the ways of making young,” Rarity moaned out, licking her lips as her front end dipped, bringing her face slightly closer to Spot's full, precum-moistened erection.

“Dogs know much about making children with ponies,” Rover barked, striding forward boldly. “Know that one male must sire or father is not certain. Other Dogs will use other spots on beautiful pony princess. As leader, breeding pony is for me. Will give strong pups! Will be Chief of Dogs, and important in pony lands.”

“Chief of all the mighty, muscular, magnificent barbarians is no title of which to be proud! What can you claim? An organ which outsizes stallions? Stones that dwarf the pebbles of the same? Great physical power? Tush!” Rarity dipped her head further, planting a hot, hard kiss on Spot's precum-dribbling cockhead, tongue lingering against the slit to lap up the salty, bitter liquid. The fluid smeared all over her lips and dripped from the corners of her mouth as she sloppily drank it. “You don't know how to serve tasteless tea or bland foods, nor do you know the proper bowing depth for the classes of nobles.”

“Bah! Dog not need know such things,” Rover barked, dropping down to all fours and crawling between Fido's legs, eyes on Rarity's winking vagina. His tongue sloppily licked across his lips as he stared, and his strong body trembled in anticipation. “Need know how please mare...”

“S-surely... sure no... Do-og could please a pony like a pony...” Rarity moaned out, Spot still slowly stroking her slick horn. She silenced herself by wrapping her soft, plump lips around Spot's well-sized Dog dick. Briefly, she wished she had thought to apply lipstick, to leave a mark upon the delicious, plunging organ.

Spot barked happily as his tip was wrapped in silky softness. He resisted the urge to place a hand on the back of Rarity's head, continuing to stroke at the side of her neck and over her sensitive horn. His hips gave shivering thrusts into her welcoming mouth.

Rarity's tongue practically beckoned to him as he slid forward, the soft lips pressing securely around the throbbing length. Light slurps emerged from her mouth as the two of them worked in tandem, her head going down as his hips went forward, leading to her face being buried deep in the whimpering, moaning Dog's crotch, his healthy nuts bobbling against her chin.

Fido had been waiting for the oral action to reach the greatest depth before he started his own penetration. He angled his rounded tip down and mashed it solidly against Rarity's rimmed rectum. He rolled his hips forward, putting his oft-mentioned muscles to work on pushing past the tight ring. He needn't have worried, as her anus parted with ease, allowing the fat piece of flesh to slide along smoothly into her tight, hot, pressing depths.

Drool flowed freely from his lips, both from the pleasure of that squeezing, trembling backdoor and from the need to constantly dribble the viscous slime over Rarity's butt and along the wide, pulsing length of Fido's pole. He buried his bone right to the hilt, releasing a loud wurf of pleasure, his balls hanging down and thumping against Rarity's sex. Each little slap splattered her juice around and knocked at her clit.

“Move balls!” Rover hissed, sotto voce, glaring up at Fido. “Cannot eat pony pussy!”

“Sorry, boss,” Fido whispered, contrite, a blush crossing his face. “Ass feels so good...” He pulled slowly back, moving his testicles away from the flushed and dripping lips.

“Bad enough have to have ball-goggles...” Rover grumbled as he moved his face in. As said, Fido's nuts dangled in Rover's face, and occasionally tapped at him as the large, flop-eared Dog thrust into and pulled out of Rarity's ass. Rover concentrated on the delicate, spread petals before him, one hand lifting up to pull the lips apart. His tongue lashed out to lap at the revealed inner passage and grind down solidly on Rarity's turgid clit.

Rarity gasped softly through her nose as Rover's tongue slipped through her trembling lips and worked over her clit. Pleasurable jolts shot through her each time the slick, talented Dog tongue treated her body to a new sensation. Sometimes there was a simple caress along her nub, sometimes the slow wrapping of the warm muscle around the bulb, and sometimes it was a quick, firm flick.

Rover split his attention between the varied methods of teasing Rarity's nerves and lapping up the copious flows of her delicious pony juice. He panted hotly as the musky liquid poured across his tongue and spattered wantonly on the ground. He twisted his tongue inside of her, lapping up directly from the quivering source.

Spot was disconnected from Rarity's pleasure but was enjoying the byproducts of her delight. As the other Dogs worked her from the other end, Rarity's mouth pulled and slurped loud and hard. Her tongue caressed over the smooth shaft, twirling slightly around it and sliding up and down. The caressing was slow and adoring, touching every little sensitive spot along the pole.

Fido had to work with some limitations, thanks to his boss' position. He could only slide in and pull out a little bit, right to the head of his cock, then he went back in, until he became a danger to Rover's cunnilingus. He couldn't be to fast, nor too hard. He was smooth, precise, easy. That seemed to make his pleasure rise faster, more steadily. The easy motions, the hot, tight grip of Rarity's rear passage, which almost seemed to be swallowing his cock, it all set him to barking and panting.

A last easy forward roll came before Fido barked and yapped repeatedly and came, spurting copious wads of sticky cream up into Rarity's tailpipe. He panted softly, waiting for a moment before he slowly pulled himself out of her. The raised ring of her sphincter remained a little open, but his waiting ensure there was no leakage of seed from the well-pumped hole.

Rover smiled as Fido stepped away, able to work without testicles in his face. He mashed his maw up hard against Rarity's sex, twisting and grinding around. His tongue shot deep into her, lapping away at her furthest depths while his chin wiggled and mashed against the hard nub of her clit. His thick fingers reached under her belly to add one extra little bit to the stimulation, by rolling and softly tugging Rarity's nipples.

The sudden, deep invasion made pleasure sure through Rarity's wracked and stimulated body, increasing the moans and sharp whines pouring from her nose and spluttering messily from her lips. The tug on her nipples breached the top of her internal dam and sent the cascade rushing through her body. She opened her mouth wide and threw her head back, a huge, whining scream leaving her throat. Her face was twisted in the agonizing pleasure of a hard climax, and her eyes were screwed tightly shut.

Spot howled out just off-set from Rarity's scream, the sudden rush of cool air and the sight of the pristine pony in the throes of an exquisite orgasm sending him over the edge. His hands moved from Rarity's horn and neck to grab his pulsing member. Each throb of his length released a long string of pearly jizz, and his hands ensured each shot landed on Rarity's beautiful face, or in her open mouth. He crossed her eyes with strands of semen, and her cheeks, and lashed a few across her tongue, as well as across the back of her throat.

Rarity nearly collapsed after the leg-stiffening power of her orgasm faded, held up by Rover's cupping hands on her belly and by Spot releasing his softening length and holding her b her shoulders. The smaller Dog leaned in and began to slowly lap up the hanging, running strands of his own cum, washing his tongue across Rarity's flushed and heated face.

It took a long moment of slow breathing and lingering, post-orgasmic aftershocks, but Rarity finally found enough strength in her legs to stand on her own. Spot moved away then, and Rover rose up, proud and tall, erection twitching heavily, precum spitting copiously from the tip and across Rarity's backside. “You... beasts...” Rarity whispered. “Brutes... there is.... semen in... my derriere. So improper... And now... you intend to breed me. Is that what I am? A broodmare to you?”

Rover motioned to the three Dig Dogs, who lumbered over to get in Rarity's face. All three pushed their erections at her snout, rubbing at the sides and center of her mouth while their large, strong hands stroked at her horn and her cheeks. Her mouth once more occupied with something, Rover softly patted one rear cheek and grinned. “No. Are princess. Princess who will make puppies...”

“So you say...” Rarity mumbled, tongue sliding along all three cockheads in turn, swirling around them and licking up stray dribbles of preseed. “But I have no proof of your potency. It may be a bluff.” She licked the outer two organs then gave the middle one a soft suckle. “Your titanic testes may be for show. Perhaps you cannot put a puppy in my belly, Chief of the Diamond Dogs. You may as well give up now and return me to the palace.”

“Pretty, perfect princess cannot make me give up!” Rover asserted, digging one finger into Rarity's cum-flooded ass, and another into her licked and oozing pussy. He dug both his digits in deep and smiled as his action was rewarded with a keening whine and shuddering moan from Rarity. He wiggled the two fingers in her and laughed loudly. “Dogs know pleasure of ponies...”

“L-lies...” Rarity whimpered, with a squeak in her voice, more panting moans dropping from her lips, distorted by her slurping of the Dig Dog dongs and the occasional suckle upon them. Her tongue worked more slowly, languidly lavishing love upon the healthy specimens of canine maleness. “Ponies know how to pleasure ponies...”

“And Dogs,” one of the Dig Dogs moaned out. He slowly rubbed over Rarity's horn and shivered, thumb sliding across her cheek. “Please Dogs much...”

“So generous...” Rover whispered, pulling his fingers out of her holes and gently stroking over her Cutie Marks. He brought his hips forward and slid his raging erection between her asscheeks. He gave her a slow, teasing hotdogging while caressing her flanks. “Want generous pleasure too... beg for barbarian meat. Beg for Dog cock, pretty princess Rarity...”

“N-never!” Rarity insisted, wrapping her lips around the right Dig Dog's tip and sucking firmly on him, loudly drinking down her spurts of precum.

“Please beg for Dog cock, Princess Rarity,” Rover said, still slowly and lovingly hotdogging her plump cheeks.

Rarity shuddered, her legs threatening to give out again as her eyes rolled up in her head. It was a silly thing, a seemingly foolish thing. But she had an absolute fetish for good manners. She knew her Dogs could give her every form of physical ecstasy, delights almost no other pony in the world could comprehend or claim to have touched, but more than that her pack had the most well-mannered and beautifully proper souls in Equestria. The simple act of asking was like a symphony. Something in the way any of them said it was like magic. “Since you ask so politely I am bound by propriety to acquiesce to the request. Please, please give me your barbarian Dog cock! Please give me the seed you say will make me fat with pup!”

“Pony princess given herself to Dogs! Is beautiful!” Rover howled in triumph, sliding his hips down until his thick dick nudged against Rarity's waiting slit. He wasted no time in ramming the girthy tool into the waiting passage. The eager walls of Rarity's snatch pressed in around the shaft, molding along the surface, forming to the gargantuan pole that rammed forth straight to the hilt.

Rarity's oral pleasuring of the Dig Dog trio halted as she threw her head back. She screamed in near-orgasmic pleasure, her rear end bouncing up and pushing back, eagerly seeking more, begging for more. She was swimming in delight, awash in an ocean of the electric thrill of sex. Sex with those she loved, that she adored. The feeling of intimacy mixed with unfiltered carnality.

It was a true delight that Rarity was experiencing, and was almost as good for Rover as well. His delight was more concentrated, focused in the almost aching length of his shaft that full heaviness of his balls, which tapped at Rarity's teats when they swung forward. His hands gripped Rarity's hips tighter, rubbing lovingly at her cutie marks, while his toes curled, furrowing the ground.

Neither one could last very long, mating with purpose, with focus. They were of one mind. Breeding, making a pup, uniting in the most primal way. Rover's hips hitting Rarity's backside made the backbeat to the music of moans, whimpers and yips, with an addition of happy barks from the Dig Dogs. The beat grew faster, Rover leaning over Rarity's back, doing his best not to drool over her body as he rammed his rod into her, strong canine hips fighting the clutching pull of her heated insides.

The huffing, screaming and moaning came to an abrupt and simultaneous halt. Rover rammed forward, fingers digging into Rarity's flanks but not breaking her skin, head tossed grandly back as he released a deep, loud howl of climactic pleasure. Rarity echoed the noise with an inarticulate shriek, her head dropping, though she continued to at least nuzzle the three dicks before her.

Honey squirted from around Rover's cock as Rarity hit her peak, while Rover's issue erupted deep inside of her. Each heavy, potent blob of cream splattered against Rarity's cervix, hanging in heavy streamers, and building up quickly. Rover's semen filled the space easily and pushed out around his pole. Little peeks of white appeared around the edge of the plug his pole provided in Rarity's pussy.

It took both Rarity and Rover a long, shivering moment to recover from their respective, simultaneous orgasms. When Rover recovered from his he began to slowly thrust his hips, 'packing' his rich, heavy seed deep into Rarity, almost trying to force it into her womb. Rarity, once she had recovered, dutifully and generously went back to tending to the still-throbbing erections before her.

“That... that was... it was... pleasant...” Rarity panted, just barely able to speak. Her whole body was tingling, the lingering prickles of a titanic climax, and every little breeze or touch sent a reverberation of delight through her. She gave a few shuddering pants, gamely licking at one Dig Dog cock. It was a testament to her love for her partners that she went on despite still feeling the effects of her orgasm. “But surely... it had no effect.”

“Ngh... pretty pony princess will see...” Rover panted, hands squeezing Rarity's flanks as he slowly withdrew his softening rod from her sex. The well-ridden lips gaped, showing the sticky strings of semen clinging to the walls, the copious load slowly running back to ooze out. It was like a pearly river, dropping out in rounded blobs off of Rarity's still-winking clit. “Am potent Dog.”

“Perhaps... you are...” Rarity mumbled with a smile tugging on her face, breaking what little masquerade she had been maintaining. “Perhaps the bloodlines will cross. But I cannot think of that. Manners demand I tend your guards.” She wrapped her mouth around the middle cock, and used magic to stroke the outer two.

Rover stumbled over to flop down on a pillow beside Fido and Spot. “Fun games,” Fido wuffed, quietly.

“Yes, fun,” Spot concurred. “But is true? You make sweet pony pregnant?”

Rover nodded, softly petting his half-hard organ as he watched Rarity tending to the Dig Dogs. “She tell me, not take birth control, take potion to make sure she get pregnant. She ready for puppy. Want, with us.”

“Ahh! As though you barbarians could not get more lusty and improper!” Months later the seven were back in the play-enabled underground space. Rarity was in her Princess Platinum outfit again, and was sitting on Rover's personal chair. She was showing a large, pregnant belly as she sat back in a posture more associated with Lyra Heartstrings, as well as her milk-swollen teats. Rover was down on his knees before her, fingers gripping her thick teats and pulling on them. Thin streams of warm, fresh pony milk squirted out and into a silver pitcher before the seat. “You have made me pregnant, to make you part of the royal family of Unicornia and now you take milk from the mouth of your own pup!”

Rover laughed loudly and leaned in to swipe his tongue over one pinched nipple, licking up a small bead of milk lingering on the surface. Immediately, the other Dogs came in. Spot licked the other nipple, followed by Fido, and the three Dig Dogs one at a time. Each time Rover squeezed the nipple to coax out another dribble of milk. “Royal puppy is still in belly. Does not need milk. Dogs want to drink delicious pony milk, and need make sure Princess Rarity make much.”

Rarity was shuddering and writhing, her forelegs behind her back, grabbing onto the back of the throne-like chair. She was near to a third climax, from being so expertly milked for so long, and from watching her darling Dogs drinking her milk each time the pitcher got reasonably full. “C-curse your agile minds! Of course you must stimulate milk production, and see that I may feed my royal child! Dogs are such thorough beings...”

The scene was interrupted by a series of sharp knocks on the door and Sweetie Belle calling out, “Rarity! Rarity!”

Everyone went silent, Rarity taking a deep breath to calm herself enough to reply, “Yes, Sweetie Belle?”

“I'm going out with the Crusaders,” Sweetie called through the door. “If mom and dad ask we're out at the clubhouse.”

“Very well, Sweetie, I will inform them should they ask. Did you have lunch?” Rarity asked.

“Yeah, I did,” Sweetie replied.

“Take some snacks for yourself and your friends. I don't want to be a bad sister,” Rarity said.

“Alright, we'll take something. Have fun with whatever games you're playing in there. Bye, Uncle Rover, Uncle Spot, Uncle Fido, Uncle Brutus, Uncle Champ and Uncle Sport!” Sweetie called.

“Bye, Sweetie!” the Dogs barked out loudly.

“Ah, she's so sweet to be so accepting,” Rarity sighed, looking lovingly at the door. “Well, now, let us resume our little game. Twilight was kind enough to enchant my teats to make milk steadily. We need to take advantage of this while we have the chance.” She lowered herself on the throne, and drew in a deep breath to prepare for the coming pleasure. He life was so perfect, and she had her boys to thank. She never thought she could get so lucky.

Yamgoth- Late-Night Surprise

Sleepy Time settled into her bed, but could not seem to get truly comfortable. The heavy-set royal-blue pegasus tossed lightly, her pale yellow mane laying scattered on the pillow. Sleep had always seemed to come to her so easily and was usually savored. But not lately. She was dozing, but her body seemed to be fighting to get her out of that state.

Shadows moved in the low light of the bedroom, and heavy steps thumped across the carpeted floor. There was some attempt at stealth but those attempting it were simply too large and strong to do much about the heaviness of their tread. The shadowy figures came forward slowly, the large beings looming in comparison to the plumply built pegasus mare before them.

They stopped by the bed, illuminated by a shaft of light slanting in through the window. The two large figures were quite imposing out of the shadows as well. The larger of the two was a broad and bulky buffalo bull, his shaggy coat a dark brown that bordered on black. His horns were especially large but the points were dulled, one of them looking cracked and singed. Across his back there were more signs of burning, raw, furless areas of discolored scars. His compatriot was a buff griffin tercel, his lion body a dark, matte gray, which continued through his eagle portion to his head, which was lighter and more ashy. He, too, was scarred by fire, the upper portion of his right arm and the right half of his face marked by missing feathers and fur, though his eye had been spared harm.

The intimidating, muscular men stood there in the light from the window, looking down on the mare that flopped and struggled as she tried to sleep. The fitful slumber ended and one bleary eye opened, looking at the two blurry figures standing over her. Her other eye snapped open and she drew back in shock, inadvertently knocking the blanket off of her and exposing her whole thick, squat, soft body.

The two males surged forward, pinning Sleepy to the bed, her legs spread above and below. The buffalo had restrained her lower legs while the griffin held her upper. Sleepy struggled but didn't scream, too surprised by what was happened and still too wrapped in a sleep haze to note anything. Her heavy flank shook, lightly jiggling, showing off her Cutie Mark, a pillow surrounded by feathers.

The buffalo bull was the first one to go after Sleepy's body. His huge head leaned in, muzzle rubbing against her right rear hoof. His velvety snout tickled at the fleshy frog, thick lips nibbling at the bottom of her hoof. His tongue occasionally slipped out to flick over the soft flesh and along the edge of the hoof's curve. He snorted loudly as he slurped and nibbled, pressing his head in firmly to really rub the tender hoof.

The griffin, as well, turned his attention to one front hoof. He held both hooves still, and brought he beak to the front left one, sliding the smooth surface across the soft bulge of flesh. The curved point of his beak traced along the hard surface of the bottom of her hoof's nail. He let his own tongue out to press and rub along the bulged flesh of her frog. She had bathed before bed, and her hoof's flesh still tasted very subtly of flowery soap, as was the pony standard.

The buffalo brought his teeth to bear against the hoof he was tending, very lightly and teasingly scraping along the nail, his lips pursing to kiss the polished and hooficured surface. He licked up over the front before pulling his tongue back to the underside, pressing solidly on the frog.

The griffin likewise kisses and nuzzles at the front of the hoof to which he was tending. His tongue freely slathered saliva along the smooth surface, and over the fleshy bit underneath. He used the equally smooth surface of his beak to tickle and tease at the fleshy bulge. He nibbled gently, carefully, using his tongue to deliver feather-soft, and feather-like, tickles to the tender flesh.

Sleepy moaned softly, and giggled a little bit as her hooves were teased and tenderly tended. She blinked a few times to clear the sleep from her eyes and see who was attacking her helpless hooves. “R-rushing Ravine? Andrei? Is that... ooohh... you? Where were you? Why ah! Why didn't you come when I told you?”

Rushing chuckled deeply, releasing Sleepy's lower hooves and leaning his head down to tickle a hoof with one horn. “Where's the fun in that? You know how much we love you, and love seeing you have fun...”

Andrei nodded, using a talon to tickle a forehoof. “We thought you would have much more fun if we woke you up, tickling and kissing these sweet little hooves. You love it, don't you? Yes, of course. Ever since the first time we've know how you like it. And we love to oblige you, dear.”

The smile faded from Sleepy's face as she looked at the happy features, bright smiles and soft eyes, on the two men that professed a love for her. “Don't say that. I don't deserve it. Not after what happened...”

Andrei touched the scars on his face, while Rushing touched the burned part of his horn. “We know it's not your fault, Sleepy. You know it wasn't your fault,” Andrei said.

“That's not what the inquiry said!” Sleepy shouted, tears shining in her eyes. “They blamed me. And maybe they were right. Look at what happened to you...”

At the Hoofingdale fire station things were usually quiet and calm. They had many a lazy, peaceful day, which let the house secretary enjoy her favorite pastime. Since the secretary was Sleepy Time, her favorite pastime was not Solitaire, chattering on the phone or filing her hooves (though she did take perfect care of her hooves) but was, rather, napping. She could fall asleep a the drop of a hat, any time during the day. She was competent at her job, and did well enough.

She kept her job mostly because there was little to it, she was never asleep at vital times, and the firefighters happened to like her bright, engaging personality. Andrei and Rushing Ravine especially. Being the only non-ponies in the firehouse they were very noticeable, and were also the flirtiest. Both of them had openly courted the plump mare, who had never thought much of herself.

They had dated her on different days, and been shown the vulnerable mare's warm and personal side, as well as her severe inability to decide which male she liked best of the two. She tried to choose, until they told her not to choose. She didn't think it could be possible, until they day they tucked themselves into a closet with her and softly licked her hooves, and more. She almost regretted telling them her secret pleasure, but couldn't keep feeling that way when they lavished so much love on her.

She was dancing on air, and tried extra hard to be kind and attentive to Rushing and Andrei. She cooked meals for them, complimented them, encouraged them, and was as caring as possible, which the others noted with some laughter and significant looks. It made the firehouse a brighter and more interesting place.

On a perfectly ordinary, quiet day Sleepy was in the back office, doing some minor filing. It was hardly very interesting, and her focus was waning. Had Andre or Rushing been there to encourage her she might have held on, but without them, she had nothing but the work. The work triggered her natural inclination, and eventually saw her with her head down on the desk and her mouth open as she snored quietly.

She awoke some undetermined timed later with a cough and a gasp. Her vision was greatly obscured by blackness, and her eyes burned. She was surrounded by smoke, and by heat. The fire had come into the room, and was likely all over the station. She was trapped, and destined to burn to death.

Her salvation cam when the door partially splintered under an ax blow. Andrei looked into the room with his vapor mask on his beak. “Sleepy! Come on!”

Sleepy rushed forward but was stopped by the sudden rise of fire ahead of her. “I-I can't! The fire...”

Andrei reached an arm into the crevice and through the curtain of flame, pulling back after a moment. “I'll pull you through!”

“Hurry, Andrei, I can't hold the wall much longer! I think it's burning through...” Rushing called, under some strain.

Andrei gritted his beak as he stuck his arm forward again, the fire rising higher. Sleepy stretched her leg out and felt herself grabbed and yanked through the wall of flame, the stench of burnt feathers and hair hitting her nose. “Got her! Let's move!”

The three left the station, Rushing ahead, bulling through obstacles while Andrei carried Sleepy in one arm. They escaped, but the two men needed medical attention, while Sleepy had to just helplessly watch. She was just as helpless when the inquiry blamed the fire on negligence, finding that a kitchen fire had led to the whole place coming down. Sleepy was blamed for neglecting to check the kitchen before she left it, and she lost her job.

“I got you hurt...” Sleepy whimpered, stroking a trembling hoof over Andrei's face and Rushing's horn.

“The fire is what hurt us. And I know you didn't do it,” Rushing said, long, bovine tongue licking and flicking over the bottom of Sleepy's hoof.

“We know you better. There must have been some kind of accidental spark. It happens. They just wanted someone to blame, and you were convenient. I'm sure we can prove it in time...” Andrei whispered consolingly, taking her hoof in both talons and giving it a teasing tickle with the tip of his beak.

“I don't deserve... ah!” Sleepy's shy statement was cut off by Andrei's talons sliding between her legs, twirling a blunted claw over the wet slit, gently pinching her clit between two fingers. “I really don't deserve...”

“Don't do that,” Rushing whispered, leaning his huge head in to nuzzle against Sleepy's neck, kissing up along it and over her cheek. “You invited us here, I know you wanted this...”

“She wanted sex. She thought it would make her feel good. But she hoped we wouldn't be romantic,” Andrei said softly, drawing his head down to nuzzle at Sleepy's plump belly. He slid the smooth surface of his beak along her teats, flicking the nipples with his beak tip. “That's not how it works, Sleepy. We love you.”

“Nothing changed,” Rushing breathed, consuming Sleepy's mouth with his own, his long, thick bovine tongue swirling and plunging down into Sleepy's throat. She timidly rubbed her own tongue against the girthy muscle, licking up the flesh and drinking the saliva flowing into her mouth. Warm, soft moans mumbled around the blockage, and Sleepy softly rubbed Rushing's cheeks with her hooves.

“Love's not just going to go away when life gets hard...” Andrei moved his beak down and ground the hard, smooth surface against Sleepy's juicy sex. The gentle curves and contours of the beak let him drag it around, slathering the juice around. He slid the beak over her clit, not grinding like a rougher surface might, but caressing, adoring the pleasurable button.

Andrei's beak parted, and his tongue slipped out to lick between the petals of flesh spread by his wide beak. He licked up the pony nectar and moaned deeply. The heady aroma of Sleepy's flower filled his mind, and his beak responded by pushing up, nudging at her clit, and then moving side-to-side, getting her spread wide so he could lick deeper and more firmly.

Sleepy's moans finally broke the tight press of Rushing's mouth, a small gurgling accompanying the expressions of pleasure thanks to the copious saliva and the blockage create by his fat tongue. Sleepy wrapped her lips around the tongue itself and gave it a firm, deep suckle. She turned her head to one side and then the other, bobbing on the writhing, twisting and active muscle.

Rushing seemed amused by the whole thing and endeavored to make his tongue as tentacle-like as possible. He stirred and waved it between Sleepy's lips, plunging right into her throat to make a little bulge, then pulling back to fill her mouth with the twisting length. He bulged her cheeks out as he balled up his tongue and let it wriggle about like a snake, each action making Sleepy groan and whimper, adding to the pleasure of Andrei's eating out and beak-teasing.

Andrei pulled his soaked beak from Sleepy's crotch and smiled at Rushing. “I know we're gonna give her hooves a good licking and tickling. But what about here?”

Rushing slowly pulled his tongue from Sleepy's mouth with a loud, lewd slurp, scattering saliva all over. He licked up over her lips and along her cheeks before answering. “Seems best. We can really make her feel loved and appreciated.”

Sleepy had to take a moment to recover, the words fighting past the cotton that was seemingly covering her mind. She shook her head and blinked. “Y-you mean... I can't ask you for that. It's selfish and I don't deserve it!”

“Good enough for me,” Rushing said, moving slightly away from the bed. “If she thinks she doesn't deserve it, she not only deserves it, she needs it.”

“Let's make a Sleepy Sandwich,” Andrei said with a screeching laugh. “Who goes where and gets which hoof?”

“If I fall on you after we're done can you hold me up?” Rushing asked with a chuckling tone.

“I'm a firebird, I could hold up two of you,” Andrei responded, laughing a bit. “But if I'm tired from giving it to her I don't want to deal with the extra weight. Besides, we might squash our sweet mare, and then what would we do?”

“Right. I'll take the right hoof, you get the left and you can tickle her back hooves,” Rushing said, rolling over onto his back and spreading his rear legs wide. He showed off his huge, very ovoid testicles, which fell over his rear down onto the floor. His sheath had released his long, slim bovine tool, a throbbing length of dusty pink meat.

“Why do I do the back ones alone?” Andrei asked, helping a quivering, blushing and tongue-tied Sleepy onto Rushing's muscular body.

Rushing waved his tail, a short length of an appendage with a puff on the end. “I can't reach from there. Besides, you've got the cat tail you always rave about. I've seen other griffins pick things up. Surely you can tickle with it.”

“That I can, friend,” Andrei said with a note of pride. He looked over Sleepy's body as she trembled and writhed atop Rushing. She was straddling him, her oozing sex soaking the buffalo's dark fur. Her ass was inches from the tip of the long bovine rod. “You ready, Sleepy? This is all for you...”

“I-I'm ready... and thank you... both of you... I needed to smile. And you always make me so happy...” Sleepy said softly, nuzzling against Rushing's broad chest and flicking her tail aside to show off her ample rear end to Andrei.

“Okay, Sleepy, I'll slide you back, and Rushing, you do the rest. Please try to be good at this, because I don't feel like grabbing your pole,” Andrei said, taking hold of Sleepy's body.

“You're gonna be rubbing on it in a little bit, don't get shy now,” Rushing said, giving a huge, bellowing laugh.

“You guys...” Sleepy said, rubbing her head firmly against Rushing's chest, giving a little kiss. Her tail lifted and waved around a little bit, showing the warm wetness of her slit. Andrei pulled her back slowly and she let out a long, shuddering moan as her teats ground firmly against Rushing's coarse, thick fur. “Andrei... Rushing...”

“Sleepy...” The two men said, with deep, loving rumbles. Andrei continued to pull her, while Rushing flexed his lower muscles and concentrated. His smooth cock lifted from his belly and aimed at Sleepy's snatch. He moaned out when his cock's tip was pushed against the welcoming lips. Andrei didn't slow the insertion once contact was made, making both Sleepy and Rushing groan loudly and jointly quiver in delight.

“Somebird... ah! Somebird wants to get his rocks off,” Rushing moaned out, his powerful stampeding hips thrusting his buffalo pole after Sleepy had been securely settled onto him.

Sleepy panted and sighed, rolling her warm passage along Rushing, pulling and caressing the lightly twitching length of meat. “I love how you feel...” She whispered, drawing her right hoof up to lightly press it in Rushing's face. “I love how you both feel. Never thought I'd really get to feel them both at once...”

“We'd do anything for you, Sleepy,” Rushing moaned out, rubbing his broad nose against the bottom of the hoof, snuffling and snorting the sweet fragrance of Sleepy's lotion, his hot breaths tickling the sensitive flesh of her frog. His lips nibbled the soft skin while his long and wet tongue slid up and down through the small cleft created by the triangle shape of the frog.

Sleepy giggled through her moans, squirming about in both physical pleasure and from the tickling of her hoof. She bounced her backside to ride on Rushing and express her delight. “C-come on, Andrei... it's t-time... I want your tail tickling my hoofsies, and your... your griffin pole filling me up right beside Rushing's.”

Andrei leaped up and flapped his wings, hovering over Rushing and Sleepy. His own penis had slipped from its sheath. The organ was much like Rushing's, being long and tapered at the tip. Unlike his, there were rings of backwards-pointed pyramidal nubs of semi-firm flesh on Andrei's, below the tip, a third of the way down, halfway down and at the base. Andrei slowly lowered himself, his talons stroking slowly down Sleepy's back and squeezing at her soft, ample flanks. “Time to make the dream come true...”

Andrei slowly settled himself down on Sleepy's back and nuzzled his beak at the base of her skull. He then slide his head over the left side and playfully snapped his beak towards her hoof. She turned her hoof and brought it up and back towards Andrei's mouth. He leaned in for some eager nibbles on the smooth skin, beak tapping repeatedly over her nail. His tongue slipped out to follow his friend's lead, flicking and tickling the crevice of her frog, his panting breath tickling over the moist spots.

His hips worked slowly, penis oozing a trail of precum along Sleepy's fat flank down from her tail and through the deep crack of her ass. He traced down to touch the tip to Sleepy's snatch, prodding just above Rushing's cock and slowly pushing in. “M-make some room... coming in...”

“I-it's... ah!” Sleepy arched her back and sucked in a hard breath as Andrei stretched her out with Rushing's help. Her walls trembled around the shafts as Andrei smoothly slid himself in. The backward-facing nubs just softly massaged, rubbing the ribbed surface of Sleepy's walls and the smooth flesh of Rushing's cock. “It's happening...” She sucked in a breath and let out a moan. Her giggles had halted momentarily as both males focused on penetrating her.

Rushing let out a huge bellow, his large body quivering. It was beyond a unique experience to feel a second length sliding along his own inside of Sleepy, but the strange rings of nubs on Andrei's length made it more interesting, and upped the pleasure. Just from the way Sleepy was writhing he wasn't the only one enjoying the anatomical detail. His ass flexed and drove his dick in and out against Sleepy's clutching, trembling walls, and Andrei's own meat.

Andrei gave a small shriek, head tucking down against Sleepy's neck and pushing his face in against the hoof pushed towards him. The rub of his friend's pole, squeezed together inside of their marefriend's juicy passage, was more than he had imagined. He made quick, small jerks of his leonine flanks, pumping short lengths of himself inside, working inward until his base-ring of nubs was rubbing Sleepy's stretched lips and his nuts were dangling on Rushing's rod.

All three let out a long, contented sigh once Andrei had securely settled himself inside of Sleepy along with Rushing. The trembling muscles of her vagina pulled and squeezed down along the twin poles, while warm juice ran freely out from the well-stretched entrance. With things calmed down, both males went back to her hooves. They nuzzled at the soft flesh, two different textures making the action more varied.

The damp fleshiness of Rushing's saliva-drenched snout gave way to the muscular press and ample size of his tongue. He dug into the cleft of her frog and slathered around the perimeter of the whole under-hoof. Andrei continually used the firmness of his beak to press in at the soft skin of the other forehoof, giving soft little nibbling pinches as he moved around the area. His tongue came into play less frequently as he clattered over the solid portion of her hoof, though he did take the time to tickle the area with along, smooth slurps. As planned, his tail also went to work, locating Sleepy's rear hooves and waving the tuft over the bottoms, dragging the soft fur over the sensitive spots.

Sleepy went back to giggling, breaking down into open-mouthed laughter more than once. Her body shook from the residual pleasure of simply being double-penetrated, even absent motion, and the odd delight she always got when her hooves were so wonderfully played with. She bucked her body a little, though didn't move much, finding hard muscle above and below. She was well sandwiched by her two strong, caring guys. She couldn't even speak, she could only giggle and softly moan.

Both guys understood the unspoken desire. She was having fun, but they had to do it all the way. Rushing gave a few experimental motions of his hips, pulling back and thrusting forward as best he could but found he could hardly move more than a few inches. He also let out loud, shivering moans as he ground himself against the nubs on Andrei's cock, feeling his own meat get pulled on and massaged on the back-stroke.

Andrei knew he was the one that would have to drive most of the action. He gripped Sleepy's shoulders securely, buried his face in her hoof so she could keep working, and started to thrust, giving long, slow pulls that set all three of them to moaning from the stimulation of the nubs, and then quick thrusts back in that partially knocked his hips on Sleepy's ample ass, rocking her body and sending a light 'spank' through the air.

The sounds bouncing around the room grew to be a very unusual mixture of breathy giggles, gasps that turned into sighs of delight, two different deep-toned collections of moans and grunts, and a steady, rhythmic sound of furred-flesh-on-furred-flesh. Rushing even got in on the act somewhat, steadily thrusting as far as he could, at a steady pace, in contrast with Andrei's slow removal and quick return pumps.

Sleepy, being the center of attention and primed from being both penetrated and having her hooves teased, was the one building her pleasure the fastest. She was getting everything she had ever wanted. What had been just a dream previously. The warmth was growing deep in her belly, tingling pleasantly. The feel of pleasure snaked from her clit, which Rushing was rubbing, and from her hooves, with additional throbs of delight form her squeezing, rolling, pulling stretched-out passage.

Her giggles and sighs were supplanted by shuddering moans, which were tinged with high-pitched whining. Her head tucked down and her smile pulled even wider, breath hissing out through her teeth and out of her nose. The pace quickened, body quivering in delight, the bright warmth within growing and growing until it almost seemed to burst. The pleasure spiked and felt like it was coating her insides with heated prickles.

She screamed suddenly, tossing her head back, her wings flaring suddenly beneath Andrei. She did her best to keep her hooves still, though she couldn't help kicking her rear ones, accidentally batting at Andrei's tail. Her pussy, not properly plugged given the gaps around the two rods, freely squirted hot shots of her honey, soaking Andrei's belly and balls and most of Rushing's stomach.

Sleepy slumped, panting and trembling, but still giving the odd tired giggle or muted moan. “A-amazing...” she whispered, her hooves finally slumping away from both Rushing and Andrei.

The pair continued to thrust at her, knowing it wasn't over. She had wanted the whole experience, start to finish, and they would deliver it. Both of them were leaking precum freely, and were, themselves quite close after the vise-tight dripping and eager milking of Sleepy's orgasmic walls. They were a bit beyond commentary, focusing ever more intently on their impending climaxes, especially with the hooves removed from their faces.

Rushing had been at it just a bit longer, and was getting entirely unknown stimulation. His hips began to buck and thrust more wildly as he went, deep grunts and loud snorts emerging from him. With a titanic bellow and toss of his great head he came, squirting copious amounts of his seed deep within Sleepy's clutching snatch.

Andrei's screech of climax followed on the heels of the first few jets of buffalo semen, his wings flaring out full and grand, as Sleepy's had. He rammed in hard one last time, balls pulling tight against him as he, too, shot a large quantity of thick, hot griffin spunk inside his pony lover. His flanks twitched as he drained out his essence, and his tail whipped about wildly behind him.

Andrei slumped atop Sleepy, and even Rushing listed slightly to the right as he stopped supporting himself straight on his back. Panting and soft moans filled the room, lingering aftershocks of pleasure from overly sensitized flesh rubbing against flesh. Sleepy was the first to speak, saying, “Thank you... thank you both for doing this...”

“It was all for you,” Andrei panted out. “You deserve it.”

“You deserve a lot,” Rushing huffed out, his head turned to the side. “You deserve our love, our attention... and your job back.”

“What?” Sleepy asked, pulling up a bit to look down at Rushing.

“It's true. You got railroaded. We'll prove accidental causes. Or at least get them to give you back your job,” Andrei said, kissing the top of Sleepy's head.

Sleepy just looked stunned for a moment, before she settled her head down on Rushing's chest and sighed. “You guys... tomorrow. Tonight...”

Andrei squeezed Sleepy tightly, as Rushing did as well. They didn't need to say anything. They all just settled in comfortably together. Sleepy could finally shut her eyes and drift off into a blissful slumber. With her two strong lovers offering comforting warmth and devotion her body no longer fought the urge to slumber.

Bronystories- La Petit Moule

“Look at you! What kind of a Dog are you?!”

“That figure! So pathetic! That's not what our kind are all about!”

“Terrible. Just terrible. You've been that way all your life.”

“I slept with her once. I couldn't even get in. She's got a snatch that could bend steel. And I thought her looks were bad...”

Cosette Bagatelle had lived with such comments all her life in one of the deeper Diamond Dog Colonies under Equestria. It was fairly isolated; above-ground it would have been called 'quaintly rural' on good days, and 'ludicrously hickish' on bad ones. The folk ran the gamut from strongly traditional to intentionally backwards.

She stood out not just because of her pristine white coat, but because of her general looks. It was more than simply being of the smallest breed of Dog, with her jowls less pronounced than a male's might be. Her shoulders were narrower than the average female of her breed and age, though her arms still flared to large hands as normal. Her hips, however, were very slim. She lacked the birthing hips and soft buttocks of other females. She had a masculine construction, despite having teats of good size on her belly.

Compounding the trouble, as discovered by those who had had the inclination to try and sleep with her, was that her sex was tight. Painfully tight. It wasn't just being a virgin. Even after a painfully awkward first time she was like an unforgiving vise. Penises, fingers, toys. It didn't matter. She whined and whimpered while her partners either had some pained expressions of their own or simply complained.

She was practically an outcast in her own little fungus-farming community. Folks whispered about her, pointing and staring, or shouted out their unkind words openly, without repercussion. Dog women prided themselves on their generous figures and enshrined that look as healthy and proper. She was very much an aberration. Nothing held her there, which made it so easy when she just walked away from it all. She took a supply of food, some magic gems for warmth and light, and a few pieces of clothing, needing nothing else. She had lived with as little all her life.

Her path away from home involved little-used tunnels leading up and away to areas never developed, as well as a few of her own impromptu tunnels which she backfilled to ensure she remained alone. She wound her way through dirt and stone, camping in self-made spaces or in the crevices she opened into. Time meant nothing. It was all just a comfortable period of being alone, without hurtful comments. That was enough for her purposes.

One of her burrowing endeavors opened up into a large cavern, filled with stalactites and stalagmites, and a stream of clear water rushing down the center of it. Magical gems studded the walls, providing ample light, while various types of edible fungus grew wild in the humid environment. It seemed almost too good to be true, yet it was right before her eyes.

Cosette slowly walked along the shore of the quick-moving river, scooping up a handful of it to get a smell and taste. It was clear and perfect, carrying a distinct taste of several very flavorful dissolved minerals. She could set herself up, tend the fungi, and live quite comfortably, all alone. No need to wander any longer, she had found quite the lovely new home.

Reaching the far end of the cavern, where the river entered through a split in the wall, she found some evidence of prior habitation. There was a rough, circular 'nest' of ground, filled with coal dust and showing some evidence of minor charring. She hadn't seen anyone else but she immediately went on the defensive, crouching down and darting her eyes around. “Is anyone here? I promise I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanted a place to stay...”

“No one is here...” A gruff voice said, the sound echoing around and obscuring the point of origin. “I cannot be called anyone...”

“What's that? Who said that?” Cosette asked, starting to peek behind the large rock formations, seeking the source of the voice.

“No one said it... but I spoke...” said the voice. From behind one of the larger stalagmites lumbered a large, dark, bipedal figure. It looked to be made of stone, more particularly, coal. The head looked vaguely like a donkey, with glowing orange eyes, while the rest of the body resembled a Diamond Dog. Small orange lines of magic crossed the body, pulsing faintly. “I am not a being. I was made by ponykind...”

Cosette staggered back a bit, shocked to hear the magic-infused pile of sculpted coal speak. She looked over the creature's form in awe and shock. “Amazing. Who made you... and how? And why?”

“It was years ago,” the creature said, standing tall and staring straight ahead. “A unicorn mage wished for a living heater for his various potions, able to think and control temperature properly. He gave me life by rune and magical gems implanted in me and set me to work. I did my work as commanded.”

“Why aren't you still there?” She asked.

“The old mage had many skills, spells and potions... but none to live forever,” the coal creature said succinctly.

“Oh... I'm sorry...” Cosette said, looking down.

“He was my creator, but I did not respect him because of it. I respected him because he made me with a name. He called me Kohler,” Kohler said.

“Kohler... that's a nice name,” Cosette said. She had no idea what to say or do. “Why are you here, then? Why aren't you still there where he was?”

“He made me with a mind. And a heart. Heart enough to know it was not a good place, with memories still intact, remembering what had been. I tunneled through the earth until I found this large space. It sufficed. And what of you? What has brought you to this cavern?” Kohler asked.

“I... left home because no one wanted me there. They said as much,” Cosette confessed, looking down.

“That was unkind of them,” Kohler said, lowering himself to one knee and opening his huge coal arms. “I learned from ponykind that embraces heal hurts.”

Cosette was taken aback for a moment, on several levels. She knew magical constructs could have thoughts but not necessarily feelings. She also couldn't imagine embracing a hunk of stone. And, his coal body was likely to soil her pristine coat. Still, she stepped forward and opened her arms. “Th-thank you.”

“It seemed necessary,” Kohler rumbled, his stony arms closing around Cosette's body. The lines on his body pulsed, the orange color fading a bit. He pulled his grip in, until he found a pressure that felt right.

Cosette squeezed Kohler's rocky body and found it surprisingly warm. The temperature was just above that of a Dog, but not too much above. It was actually a very comforting warmth. She drank in the comforting feel, barely noticing that she was hugging coal. Her cheek rubbed Kohler's broad chest and she sighed. “May I stay here in your cavern?”

“If you find me inoffensive, I will not push you away,” Kohler said, holding the hug.

Cosette eventually pulled away, looking down at herself. As she had thought, she was covered in coal dust. There was even a streak along her cheek where she had nuzzled Kohler's chest. She smiled brightly and rose up as much as she could to kiss Kohler on the cheek, getting another smear of coal, which she simply licked up. “Thank you...” She said. He was made of very pure anthracite, though was still shedding powdery bits.

“I had company all my existence. I may suffice by myself, but I enjoy others,” Kohler said, standing back up after getting the kiss.

Time wore on after that, Cosette setting herself up comfortably in the cavern. She lived by the little nest that Kohler had created. She enjoyed his variable warmth, feeling very cozy as she dozed near him. He was also useful, as he could serve as a cooking fire for her various fungus recipes, including soups. He did not need to eat, he only absorbed magical energy from the environment and occasional direct charges from the magical gems studding the cavern.

Though he said little, Kohler would always converse when spoken to. He was quite wise, having picked up knowledge of many subjects in the employ of the mage. He was a comforting presence, and was not judgmental at all. She didn't mind the occasional smears of coal dust that came from giving him the odd hug when she wanted to thank him for his allowing her to stay or when he helped her cook. She even kissed him, because the taste of the anthracite dust on her lips was actually good.

Some time after Cosette was lounging in Kohler's lap, having grown comfortable enough to be physically close to him. She stroked a white hand along his broad, rocky chest and looked contemplatively at his donkey-like face. “Kohler...” she said softly.

He turned to look down at her with his glowing, orange eyes. “Yes, Cosette?”

“I feel... so close to you. Closer than I ever felt to anyone. Maybe it's just my loneliness, having been insulted by others but... I think it's because you've been so kind. You were here for me when I needed you, and have helped me so much, made me feel so safe... and warm...” she laughed a little and patted between the sculpted pectoral slabs, over one of the orange lines of magic. “Thank you.”

“I enjoy your presence. More so even than the mage who made me. He always had a distance from me, his creation. But you never placed that gap. You have treated me like a natural being, even if I was made by ponykind. I thank you for such kind treatment,” Kohler replied, stroking a hand between Cosette's ears, as he knew she liked.

Cosette leaned into the stroking, his tail wagging rapidly and a smile playing on her lips. “I... I don't know how to ask this...”

“Please do not feel hesitation. I do not judge. I only speak the truth,” Kohler said, increasing his warmth a touch to add some extra comfort.

The extra warmth had the desired effect, Cosette sighing deeply and snuggling into the warmth. “I... need to know if... you were made like a real being... capable of... physical affection...”

Kohler was silent for a long moment, being still as he usually was. “The mage believed in absolute propriety in my creation. Though my parts were capable of being hidden away, I have them. And I do feel sensations that could be thought of as pleasure. I ma not say as much on that subject, but I do enjoy your touch, and your closeness.”

“I'd like to... at least see. I mean... I told you of my... problem... but maybe... I could try and do something. I might be better with someone who has actual affection for me, rather than just someone I happened to be with,” Cosette said, a blush burning on her coal-smeared cheeks.

Kohler carefully lifted Cosette from his lap and set her down on the floor of the cavern, before rising up to his full height. He stepped his legs out a bit, the orange lines glowing more brightly, the brightness eventually reaching and concentrating on his bare crotch. A mystical sigil appeared over the area and the coal began to mold into a new shape. A smooth, simple penis curved down, made of the same anthracite as the rest of his body, but with even more shine. It was not of an excessive size, it looked about proper on his frame. Below there came a shiny set of spheres that more than made up for the modest size of the penis. As before, the testicle analogues were quite shiny and eye-catching.

Cosette looked on the process, first with intellectual fascination, then with a certain amount of awe. She looked over the length, which rose up to a spire of shining darkness, but could not stop herself from continually looking down to the hanging orbs, which seemed to pulse with power. Penis and testes both had orange lines running over them, shining with magic and giving the area a wonderful warmth. “Amazing...”

“From my understanding I was made with only a modest maleness. I feel nothing about that, it was how I was made. But I imagined females would have comments.”

“Given my condition, I can say that it's a pleasant surprise. What gets me more are those... well... briquettes that you have there...” Cosette whispered, pointing a timid finger at the generous balls and subtly licking her lips.

“I cannot explain their size, except to say they may have been an illustration of fortitude and the potency of my magic. Do they offend? I can retract them into myself...” Kohler rumbled.

“No!” Cosette barked, blushing and turning her face away. “I mean... no, please. I... I like how they look. They seem right on you. They look... I just... I can't explain it. But I wish I could suckle on them. They must be delicious, and warm, and surely it would please you if I had my lips on them...”

“I have heard of such a thing. If you wish, please come and suckle upon my ersatz testes. They are as erogenous as any other part of me in the area,” Kohler said. His legs stepped out just a bit more to clear his imitation testicles from contact with his thighs.

Cosette slid down to the ground, crawling forward on all fours until she was between Kohler's Colossus-like legs, looking up at the anthracite erection and generous coal chunks. There were two distinct swells but there was a very thin, molded 'skin' of coal over them, acting like an actual sac. The magic was really quite advanced and effective. Her heart thudded in her chest as she watched them, hanging there, dark and large and full.

She slowly lifted herself up on her forearms, back curving gracefully. Her nose made the first contact, inhaling the clean, inviting scent of coal. It was just like the rest of him yet... it seemed richer, more robust, just because of where it was. She savored the smearing of coal dust all over her face, her lips trembling as they brushed across his stones. She could feel the magic flowing along the orange lines, the warmth pulsing in the generous pouch.

Her worshipful reverie was broken when the powdery dust tickled her nose and she had to turn aside to let out a dainty sneeze. A self-conscious giggle followed, and she sat down on her paws, looking up at Kohler's balls with the same adoration. “They're so... warm and powerful. I love how they smell. Like the rest of you but headier, more substantial...”

“They are coal like the rest. Perception must be powerful...” Kohler said softly, reaching down to cup and jostle the testes, setting them to pendulously swing.

“Powerful... I'll agree with that...” Cosette said, licking the smears of coal off of her lips, a little drool sliding down and dripping off her chin. She came up again to press a soft, hesitant kiss on the large orbs. A small gasp rushed from her slightly open mouth, the exhalation making Kohler tremble just slightly. Her tongue slipped out through the small opening and slipped along the dip between the two stones. As with the scent the flavor was like elsewhere, but enhanced.

Her tongue slid out further to wash across the twin testicles, cupping them gingerly, respectfully. She lapped up the taste of coal dust again and again, getting the shining pieces of rock all the more glossy with a heavy, dripping coat of her saliva. Her half-lidded eyes watched the glistening danglers, entranced and enchanted.

Suddenly Cosette reached up and grabbed Kohler's hips, pressing her face firmly just below the base of his cock, focusing more on his nuts. She ground her face against them, eagerly covering her pristine features with the wet coal dust. It clung to her fur and worked in deep, making her well. She was proud of it, covering herself in the delicious scent of Kohler's genitals and the physical proof of her intimate contact.

She pulled away, panting hard, tongue hanging far out of her mouth. She was still staring at the full, orange-marked balls, her whole vision filled with them. She had been teasing, and been selfishly savoring the delight she felt from licking and smelling and marking herself. She had made a promise to do more than just that.

Cosette's mouth opened up as wide as she could get it and pressed onto Kohler's nuts. They were so large and full she could just get her tender lips around them. She pushed and twisted, keeping her teeth as far away from the magical balls as she struggled to engulf both at the same time. It proved a real struggle, but she managed it at last. Her jaw ached, in a manner she found almost pleasant considering the reason, and her lips were pulled taut around Kohler's bounteous balls.

Drool slid freely in thin runnels down every side of her mouth, dripping off her cheeks, sliding down onto her chest, making her close her eyes as it pooled over them. Her cheeks were hollowed by her sucking while her tongue eagerly and rapidly slapped and lapped away at Kohler's testicles. Pleased rumbles and moans emerged from her nose or spluttered out around the blockage in her mouth, messily splattering more saliva around.

She held the sucking for a while longer before pulling away with a lewd, wet 'pop'. Her body fell back a little, while she once more panted with her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Kohler looked down on her and offered her a hand. “If my lack of response upset you, I am sorry. I am solid and inexpressive most times. But please know your passion was felt and the adoration was truly pleasurable.”

Cosette took the offered hand and slowly pulled herself to her paws. “I was afraid I'd been too selfish with my licking and rubbing. I'm glad you liked it. Now... the point I'd been putting off...”

“I have considered the matter... I think I may know how to avoid unnecessary pain to you,” Kohler said.

“I'm open to any suggestions. I want to do this right and I think you'll be the one to get it right,” Cosette sighed, hugging Kohler tightly.

“I will enter you, fully, straight to the very base. Then I will cease moving save for a careful grind against your clitoris, allowing you to control internal motion and sensation while delivering you pleasure. Does this seem acceptable?” Kohler asked.

“I like it. I'll take it, I'll work you over and I'll get off. We'll be happy and my... condition... shouldn't be an issue,” Cosette replied. She slowly laid herself down on the floor of the cavern, legs happily spread. Her revealed sex was smaller than the average Dog slit, but it was flushed pink and dewy with arousal, the lips spread just slightly. One hand came down to spread them just a little bit more. “Come on. Let's get to it...”

“As you say. I hope this is successful,” Kohler rumbled, looming over Cosette for a moment before dropping to his knees with a ground-shaking thud. He planted his hands solidly on the ground above her head, and brought his hips forward, touching the rounded, smooth head of his erection against her spread petals.

The shining tip slid around and around over her pink lips and the white fur of her crotch, leaving more smears of coal dust, adding to the smudging and dirtying of her body. Cosette trembled at the sensation, her legs lifting up and pressing against the sides of Kohler's body. Given her small stature she couldn't hope to wrap him with them but she could hold on firmly. She also placed her hands on his sides, pulling herself up to press against his chest. “I'm ready. Please... do it.”

Kohler obliged her, pressing the head of his orange-lined pole firmly against her tight inner lips and using the unrelenting strength of his magical muscles to push the length against her tightness. She gasped and yapped softly as she was spread out, body trembling and fingers digging into him. The magic nature of her claws left shallow rakes in his anthracite body, as might be seen on a more conventional lover. “Am I harming you? Should I cease?”

“Keep... going...” Cosette huffed out, yapping and whimpering softly before letting out a low moan. “I've taken it from guys who didn't care at all. I can manage taking you...” Another low moan emerged as another inch of coal cock slid smoothly into her vise-tight passage.

Kohler worked his way in carefully, using short but firm thrusts to pump in more and more of his smooth and shiny spire. He finally made his way down to the very base, his hips holding stone-still. A small protrusion at the bottom of his organ ground and flicked at Cosette's clit, giving her the pleasure he had promised.

“Ah! Y-you weren't kidding about my clit...” Cosette barked, huffing a little as her hips bucked a bit against Kohler's hips. “It's not so bad. Not so bad...” Her inner walls were pressed tight against the long shaft, squeezing in a pulsing pattern, with very occasional long rolls along the length. She savored the pleasure she extracted from her grinding of her button against Kohler's body. “Just takes... getting used to.”

“I feel pleasure from it. Pleasure and pressure. Your body is wonderfully snug, magically snug. The sensations are so complex, so absorbing,” Kohler said, his front end slowly lowering so Cosette could lay comfortably on her back while she clung to him.

Her legs continued to squeeze securely at his sides and her claws left more weak furrows in his body as she worked her own tight, constricting passage along the cock of stone. Even without any real motion, just the grind of her clit and her own stretching, she was building up to a peak. Feeling his warmth, inside and out, being close to him, having a lover that actually cared about her and didn't judge her figure or her body's grip, it all was something she had never felt before.

“You are... you are... what is happening?” Kohler asked, in some surprise and confusion. The magical pulsing of his orange lines increased, and his temperature rose, if only slightly. His hips moved, just a touch, to grind more against Cosette's clit and 'stir' his organ inside of the tight clamp of her wet, compressing sex.

“I'm... I'm cumming, Kohler! For the first time I think I'm..!” Cosette's hips arched up a bit, as did her back. She pulled herself as tightly to Kohler's body as she could as the climax reached her. Her arms and legs trembled as her body was wracked with shuddering trembles. Her inner muscles clenched down even harder on the coal dick resting inside her, squeezing from every direction, compressing it with a force no fleshy organ could have managed.

Magic surged through Kohler's body, passing a little electric tingle on to Cosette, which prolonged and intensified her orgasm. He was shuddering from the effect of magic being forcibly rearranged in his huge form. The orange lines surged and his eyes blazed like bonfires. He released an uncharacteristic bellow, a deep, reverberating sound like the bray of a donkey, sent through the guts of a huge cavern. He wasn't sure what a climax felt like but it had to be like what he was feeling. He even released a stream of coal tar ejaculate, which found no escape from within Cosette's squeezing snatch.

The shared magical orgasm subsided after a long moment, a few last prickles of magic bleeding off of Kohler and into Cosette's sensitized body, making her quiver in lingering bliss. “That... was... amazing...” Cosette breathed, arms releasing Kohler and flopping down to the ground.

“I am concerned by this,” Kohler said, with a smaller voice than usual. “Never have I felt such a magical surge. There was some kind of fundamental change in me. It was more than climax. Something happened. Are you hurt in any way?”

“My puppy-passage is a little sore but it's the sustained stretch and the tight squeeze that did that. Those magic surges felt really good. Nothing at all like licking a magic crystal,” Cosette said, still laying limply, tongue peeking out as she panted.

“Let me see if there is any damage...” Kohler said, slowly pulling himself from within Cosette, letting free a black, oozing flow of his tarry ejaculate. The removal prompted her to writhe slightly and giggle. “What is the matter?”

“Feels like you've got ribs on your pole. You didn't when we started,” Cosette answered.

“Some change must have...” Kohler's words drew to silence as he looked to his erection. “Change has happened indeed. An amazing change.”

“What happ-” Cosette opened one eye to see what was the matter, and snapped open both on catching a glimpse, sitting bolt upright to get a better look. Kohler's penis was no longer a shining spire of pure anthracite. It had been compressed to the thickness of her clenched and barely-stretched passage, bearing the ribbing marks of her inner walls, and was made of pure, clear diamond, still with the orange lines along it. “What?!”

“It would appear a combination of passion, love, pressure and pleasure squeezed my organ into conformity with your passage, while internal magical reserves responded to it all by altering the structure,” Kohler explained, lightly rubbing along the ribbed diamond surface.

“They'd never let me live this down at home,” Cosette said, looking on the glittering length in awe. “'Her cunt's so tight she can crush coal into diamonds' they'd say. And I did. I'm so sorry... does it hurt?”

“I feel very normal. The magic of my construction bled off some, while I was altered. This is the new normal for me, to have a diamond erection, molded to you,” Kohler replied.

“Molded to me,” Cosette echoed, leaning in to slide her tongue along the ribbed shaft and flick up the smears of tar. She wasn't usually a fan of tar, but it was as pure as the rest of Kohler's body, and it tasted... right to her. She looked down at her body, covered in coal dust and smears of the pasty coal-saliva mixture. “I think I should take a bath. And then come back for more.”

“But that would undo the effect of the bath,” Kohler noted, slowly rising up and picking Cosette up in his strong arms. He bore her away towards her preferred bathing spot. “You should bathe and then spend the rest of your waking time doing other things, yes?”

“When I'm with you, I don't care if I get dirty,” Cosette cooed, planting a kiss on Kohler's cheek as she settled into his hold and waited to be deposited in the river.