Interspecies Request Series

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.