Motherhood, Mayhem and the Mane-iac's Return

The inside of Power Ponies HQ had all the amenities that could be desired in a building, and more. On the roof, off center, there was huge greenhouse, which more resembled a classical estate garden. Matter-horn had rigged it up with automated watering and feeding, as well as a way to let in and let out a few beneficial insects. No matter the season it was always warm, comforting, lush and beautiful.

Mistress Mare-velous was walking along the path going around the perimeter, blushing deeply. She was out of her uniform, only wearing a checkered gingham bandana, and was pressed up against Jo, who strolled around in some small bit of awe. The burly donkey's dark brown coat was curried to perfection, while the puff of lighter brown between his ears and at the end of his tail was brushed out nicely. His cream muzzle end was pulled into a smile. “Marvy... this here's even better than th' country roads back home.”

“Ah know it is, Jo. There ain't much in the way of greenery here in Maretropolis, but Matter-horn rigged up this here greenhouse, 'cause ah kinda said it might be nice ta have some plants and not have ta run out to the park all the time,” Mare-velous replied.

“Ah wondered how ya managed ta live out here. Ah know... well, ah don't wanna be too familiar. Ain't mah place,” Jo said.

“No, no, Jo. It's yer place ta say anythin' ya like. We're engaged now! If ya can't be honest with me, there ain't gonna be much of a marriage,” Mare-velous said.

“Well, ah jes never figgered ya the kind ta run off to the big city. Ya loved the country. Loved everythin' about it. Ya was always so happy...” Jo said, kissing over Mare-velous' snout.

“Ah was happy, Jo. Ah was so happy...” Mare-velous said, kissing back at Jo's lips, capturing them and holding the kiss tight for a while. She pulled back with a deep blush and nuzzled at his throat. “But ya know, ah found out ah had these powers, got mah rope an' the hoofarangs from ma's kin. Ah had ta come to the city. Had ta help out. But...”

“But?” Jo inquired, nuzzling at Mare-velous' ears.

“Nothin' was holdin' me on that farm, Jo. It was easy as pie ta pull up mah roots an' make mah way here ta Maretropolis. Weren't nothin' there fer me no more,” Mare-velous said, kissing and nibbling up and down Jo's throat.

“Yer kinfolk, yer friends there, all them genteel country types with their mint juleps, that beautiful land, it was so perfect. There was plenty fer ya there, and ya always seemed so happy,” Jo whispered, sliding his strong muzzle down the side of Mare-velous' neck, moving slowly down her strong body.

Mare-velous shivered as her strong fiance brushed down her body, and gave a soft gasp when he dipped uncer her belly to kiss one milk-fattened teat, and add a hot, firm slurp of his tongue. “Ah was so happy, Jo... so happy until ya left...”

Jo didn't respond for a moment, focused on licking the plump teat, adding a lipping nibble on the nipple. “Ya know... ah told ya when we met again but ah can't say it enough. Marvy, when ah was workin' on yer family's spread ah couldn't have been happier, even if ah'd been made Prince.”

Soft, hot, shuddering breaths panted out of Mare-velous' mouth, her right front hoof scraping on the ground a few times while her toned form quivered. Her left rear leg lifted up just slightly, spreading out and back to give Jo unrestricted access to her milky teats. “Jo... maybe ah should have said. Ah loved ya, even back then. Why did ya leave Jo?”

“Ah know ya loved me, Marvy... and ah loved ya. Ah loved ya with all mah heart...” Jo whispered, licking his way between the two teats, letting the hot, heavy mounds of flesh rest firmly against his face.

“Then why, Jo? Why did ya leave me?” Mare-velous groaned out, head dipping and teeth gritting for a moment as the pleasure slowly radiated through her. “Ya were there, keepin' me on the spread, makin' sure ah was happy. Why... why did ya have ta go? Why, Jo?” She spasmed through her whole figure and lost herself in the memory of pleasure from long before.

Marvy dashed quickly through the main area of her family farm, the sun warming her late-teenaged body with a bright coat and her wheat-blonde mane. She was already starting to perspire, but she couldn't stop. She needed to be in place before it was too later. She hadn't meant to be so late but her family was always finding new ways to annoy her.

She zipped into the barn and used her powerful legs to leap her way up stacks of wood and equipment to reach the unused loft space. She had made it. She moved aside some of the dusty blankets to reveal a few plastic trash bags. Opening them up she pulled out a heavy bedroll, a thick and squishy pillow, as well as a set of old, dented opera glasses. The bedroll and pillow were settled at the edge of the window of the loft, and the glasses came up to her eyes.

Marvy dragged her trembling tongue across her dry lips as she scanned the farmyard. Chickens pecking, pigs rooting but not what she wanted. She scowled slightly. He was always punctual, always on time for his job. She swept the glasses around one more time and smiled when she laid eyes on what she wanted.

Jo was out, trotting slow and steady. He had been out for hours. He was up before the sun and worked until it was down. He might not have been the only employee but he was certainly the most dedicated. There were always so many things to do, and he kept his eye out for more.

“C-c'mon, Jo...” Marvy whispered, while shivering in pure delight. Ever since the day he had arrived she had been focused on the handsome donkey. He was her age, he was as hard a worker as any other she had ever seen and he was the finest male in the county, maybe the whole nation. “Ya see the cart... ya know what it means...”

Jo's head slowly turned when he noticed a large, wooden cart placed near the barn. He looked toward the barn, keeping his gaze low enough that he didn't see Marvy in the loft. “Guess it's time fer another load ta go out...” He said with a nod of his head, slow-walking his way into the barn.

Marvy shivered, as she imagined what she was going to see in a short amount of time. He kept the glasses up against her eyes with one hoof, while the other drifted down her body. It traced along the curve of her chest, and between the modest peaks of her teats. She hesitated as she circled around her soft mound, remembering the sharp admonitions from her grandmothers and her aunts about how inappropriate it was to touch that area. But she always pushed past the warnings.

Her hoof gingerly slid along her already-moist slit, the rough flesh of her work-toughened frog mashing the outer lips, and working over her engorged clit. She stifled a moan and fought to keep her eyes open. She pulled her hoof back just a little bit, just leaving the tip of her hoof's nail at the top of her clit's hood, in position to stimulate it when the time came.

Jo trundled his way out of the barn a moment later and stole Marvy's breath away. His back was loaded own with bales of hay, which he not only balanced perfectly, but carried without showing signs of stress. Marvy had lifted them in there, and knew they were pretty awkward and heavy. Jo's strength and grace were just...

Her hoof nail vigorously and almost violently frigged her throbbing clit, her breath huffing out with soft whines strangled down to keep Jo from noticing her. Her teeth gritted and her own muscles almost seemed to strain, contorting her body, responding to Jo. He was straining, his muscles flexed, his veins standing out powerfully. Sweat just started to bead on his whole body, and just barely sparkle in the sun.

Jo heaved the bales into the cart with a soft grunt, all of them landing with heavy thuds in just the right places. The show of skill, done not for notice but just because he was that good, made Marvy masturbate herself more eagerly. He was magnificent. Every inch of him, perfect. He was the ideal vision of a farmer.

Marvy's hoof slowed to a stop and she practically stopped breathing as Jo entered the barn again, to gather more bales onto his back. He was doing the work of two or three ponies, by himself. He was doing it that way because he wanted to, not because they wouldn't give him help. He saved the family money and made the place run perfectly.

She caught her gasp in her throat as Jo came out again, balancing one more bale than before. His muscles bulged mightily, a testament to his great power, but his unperturbed steps spoke of his great fortitude. This jack was the kind of male most farm fillies only dreamed of, and never thought actually existed in flesh and blood. The sweat was really starting to sheen his coat, and even after dropping the next load of bales his muscles looked like they were flexed and bulged.

Jo's gaze went a little higher than it had before, and some part of it may have seen up into the hayloft. Marvy stopped, cold, the glasses up to her eyes, focused on Jo's handsome face, while her breathing stopped entirely. The blood pounded in her ears, while pleasure coursed through her. That moment, that potential discovery made every muscle in her sex clench down hard, and made a squirt of her copious juice splatter onto the floor of the loft.

It was only a moment, however. Jo apparently didn't notice her up there. He just wiped his brow, stretched out, and went back for more hay. Marvy took the chance to start sucking in short breaths, curling up into a ball just a little as the constant light flicking of her clit, combined with her intense feelings for Jo and all he could do, drove her higher and higher.

Had she been truly alone she would have allowed herself a moan, or a mewl or something of the sort. When the house was silent and she knew no one could hear her she would moan his name deep into her pillow and work herself into a sweating frenzy. All she could manage was a bitten lip and soft huffs through her nostrils.

Sweat, honest-earned work sweat, rolled in thin beads down Jo's form as he hauled out the next load of hay. He threw it in the cart with the rest, and took the time to adjust it. That entailed rising on his hind legs, and that got Marvy's attention. She lustfully cast the glasses over Jo's flexing, mobile muscles, each little motion making the fire within her burn brighter and hotter.

She looked over his handsome, calm face, watching his eyes trail over the bales to ensure they were set up right. She traced the muscles of his neck down to his broad shoulders, which could carry any load in the world. She briefly looked along the smooth, slight curve of his back, but chose to focus on his visible thigh, each movement up, down, forward or back making the thing flex wonderfully. That glance also let her, accidentally, see his sheath. Or rather, his dropped organ.

She could have cum right then and there, but her hoof went still, rather than attacking her sex with desire. She just stared at the thick, robust rod, a darker brown than even his coat, with grand and clear medial ring, and a generous mushroom crown. He was erect and ready but so dedicated he ignored it to do his job. “H-hard work gets him hard...” Marvy gasped out, rubbing the rough flesh of her frog down over her clit and her spread lips, smearing the musky honey around.

A man like that, at the end of the day, would come in, smelling of hay and hard work, glistening with sweat, take a shower, eat his dinner and ride his wife three or four times. Marvy pictured herself in that position, a hard-working farm wife, with a man who loved to work as much as he loved her. She was teetering on the edge, perspiration damping her orange coat and making her wheat-blonde hair stick in odd bunches.

During the brief reverie Jo had hitched himself up to the cart, and looked ready to go. Marvy's glasses-enhanced gaze happened to look down as Jo pulled forward. His sweaty donkey body bulged with all his muscular might as he got the heavy load moving, his tufted tail flicking up suddenly, inadvertently revealing the pucker of his anus and the low, heavy, full hang of his over-stuffed testicles. Like a dark brown pouch filled with grapefruits.

That was it. The show of sheer strength, the sight of someone working hard, and the view of very intimate areas, including a show of potency, drove Marvy over the edge. She bit down harder on her lip until it almost bled, muffling the sound of her moan as best she could. Nothing, however, could muffle her thrashing and bumping; it was just her good fortune Jo was too far away and concentrating too hard to hear it. Her body twisted and contorted as her hoof worked her folds and clit while her juices squirted once, then came in a slow, oozing flow. Her whole body was on fire, a pleasant warmth that touched every inch of her, and made her want to shudder every time the softest breeze blew across her form.

Her lust-fogged eyes barely saw Jo slowly making his way off the farm, effortlessly hauling the heavy wagon of hay. She'd need to do some work around the yard to justify he sweat that clung to her coat, and avoid the eyes of her family as much as possible until then. She groaned as she rolled onto her hooves, flanks trembling a little as little aftershocks of bliss coursed through her. She wanted to just lay out and rest, but the farm rolled on.

“Ah can tell ya the truth now, Jo...” Mare-velous huffed, as Jo nosed at her teats and occasionally took a deep, heavy suck on one, gulping up huge mouthfuls of her mare milk. “It ain't proper, it ain't right but it's the truth. Ah worked mahself inta indelicacy over you more times than ah can count, cause you were the perfect man, the perfect farm man.”

“Not the perfect farm man, a decent one,” Jo countered, tickling his tongue over one milk-dripping breast before rubbing his face against it. “Ah know ya did it, Marvy. Trouble was... yer family knew ya did it too.”

Mare-velous blushed even more deeply, the rising heat of pleasure momentarily washed by the hold grip of embarrassment. “B-but ah... ah was so careful...”

“We ain't ever careful enough. Folk know things. They always seem to know,” Jo said sadly, lipping at the nipple before moving to the other one. “And that was the problem. They said ah was distracting ya from yer work, makin' ya disorganized. Ah had ta leave or else... well, at least yer momma's momma was honest.”

“They... they made ya go just 'cause ah was masturbatin' in the loft lookin' at all them muscles ya was packin'? Ain't no sense in that! Fer a good man on the farm that's what ya need! They shoulda been offerin' ya pure gold ta stay an' take care-a the place. Ah'd sure as shootin' never left, even with powers...” Mare-velous huffed, her super-powered body trembling under the gentle ministrations.

“It weren't nothin' 'bout any of that. That was a lie they made up ta save their reputations. Yer momma's momma said it out. Weren't about a good farm man. It was about a good farm stallion. The family wasn't 'bout to let some brayin' longears snap up, 'The choicest morsel in the county,' as she put it. They paid me double and sent me off. They almost didn't care that ya worked yerself over; some thought it was a phase. Then ah had ta be honest. They didn't care ya loved me. They cared ah loved ya back,” Jo said, taking a long, slow draw on Mare-velous' teat, his throat bobbing as he took a few slow swallows of luscious, warm milk.

Mare-velous dropped her head and gave a long, shuddering moan as her milk reserves were pleasurably drained. “S-save a drop fer th' one that really needs it...” She groaned out. Once the wave of pleasure had passed she shook her head and contemplated her family. “Ah shouldda known. Best worker they ever had, an' they didn't so much as growl that ya walked off. They shouldda been at yer hooves offerin' money and land an'... me to ya. Ah left cause once ah had powers there weren't nothin' holdin' me to that farm. Ah never knew ah shoudda left sooner'n that...”

“They're yer kin. They just want the best fer ya. Even if they're strange about it, they do,” Jo noted, licking his way down from the teats to swipe his broad, powerful tongue over Mare-velous' warm, wet and winked sex.

“Sounds like they wanted jes ta toss me ta any stallion with some land. Ah knew what was best fer me. Ah know it and it's y- ah!” Mare-velous shuddered strongly as the muscular tongue spread and flattered her outer folds and mashed at her engorged clit, with the added pleasure of the rough texture of Jo's tongue. “J-Jo! Ah'm shocked! Y-y'can't do it. Not like this, not when we...”

“Shh...” Jo whispered, swiping his tongue a few more times over Mare-velous' folds. “Calm down, Marvy. It's me. Ya know ah'm trustworthy. Ah ain't like these fool city folk that'll jes stick it in. Ah remember. Good country mares get it from a mouth, or give it the same. Gotta save this fer marriage. An' even if we're engaged, the rule stands.”

Mare-velous allowed herself to savor the oral pleasure, the unpracticed but eager and game passion of Jo's tongue digging past her folds to boldly stuff the strong muscle into her passage, while also digging his strong chin against her clit. “Jo... even after what them nasty henchmen did ta me, even after havin' a child, and feelin' there's nothin' in there ta save... that ya remember... that yer doin' it like this, like it outta be done... that's why, Jo. That's why ah'm marryin' ya.”

“Marvy... it don't matter what happened in the past. Ya love me now...” Jo said softly.

“Always did love ya, thought of ya even when... they weren't nothin' compared ta what ah'd see while ya were workin'. Twigs. Toothpicks. An' little shriveled grapes,” Mare-velous noted, pushing her rear back needfully, knowing that she could be safe in doing it. She'd only be eaten.

“Loved me then and now. That's what matters most ta me, Marvy,” Jo said, digging his broad muzzle against her snatch, chin still working over her nub, velvety cream-colored lips stretching and nibbling around in the hot honeypot. He dug his tongue in deep and hard, feeling and flicking at every fold in the clutching, juicy passage.

Mare-velous ground her teeth and shook her rear end a bit. “Ah should... should tend ta ya, Jo. 'S only polite after all...”

“No need, Marvy. Ah know a better way,” Jo casually said, pulling his sticky face from in Mare-velous' snatch and licking up some of the sticky strands of musky juice that dripped from his muzzle. He then pushed his face back in between her rear legs, but higher, masking himself between her tight, muscular asscheeks. Unlike Zapp's slim and toned glutes Mare-velous had actual muscular definition, as well as some meat on them from a love of sweets and fried foods.

Jo's mouth unleashed a hot, moaning breath as he rubbed Mare-velous' own honey against her rear, and snuffled in the scent of it once more. His tongue slipped out, trailing a copious load of saliva, which he sloppily splattered against the puckered and pushed ring of her anus. The saliva blob was quickly followed by the hard push of his strong tongue, rubbing over the opening, pushing the spit into the tightly clenched hole.

Mare-velous jumped a little bit, her unwrapped tail flagging high and her flanks giving a tremble. “J-Jo... ah can't ask ya fer that. It ain't right tat jes get it there without...”

“Ya ain't askin'. Ah'm offerin ta plow yer back forty, outta the goodness of mah heart,” Jo answered, swirling his tongue in a lazy loop around the wrinkled flesh of Mare-velous' back door. He was drooling up a storm, and making sure it was all spit or slathered and smeared over the twitching ring, some of it even shoved inside with particularly strong licks or thrusts against the very center, which threatened to actually penetrate the anus.

“But ya don't hafta... lick mah back porch like that. It's one thing ta give the barn door a fresh coat-a paint but the back... it ain't respectful ta ya. And ah wish it didn't feel so darn good...” Mare-velous groaned, panting as the pleasure of her rimming made her front end lower, sending her ass to a higher angle.

“Good! Ah hope it feels fantastic! Ya deserve all the good feelin's ah can give ya. Now that we're together again, ah need ta make up fer time. Plus, if ah can be a little big-headed, this is fer me too. The more ah spit-shine yer backside the easier it'll be ta slide in mah lil mule-maker,” Jo said with a deep chuckle.

“'Lil mule-maker' ain't the way ah remember that. Ya couldda stood it up by the silo and we'd never tell the difference. Yer right, though. Gotta ease the way. Jes... hurry... now ah really need ta feel ya...” Mare-velous panted, her uplifted hind end quivering in need and anticipation.

“Anythin' fer you,” Jo said gallantly, giving one last hard, long slurp over the spit-lubed ring before he rose up and reared. He hadn't lost any muscle, or any endowment size, since the last time Mare-velous had seen him hard at work. He hopped forward and came down, looking like he would crush his beloved mare, but his deftness was also the same, and he managed to hook his legs under her rear legs and pull up on his muscular body, slowing himself enough that his heavy chest just lightly bumped on her back.

His throbbing organ tip rested against the tightly clenched face of Mare-velous' ass, thick mushroom grinding hard against it, the spitting precum adding another layer of lubricant for the ambitious action. “Don't hesitate,” Mare-velous moaned out. “Ah'm a Power Pony, mah body's tough as steel. Jes come right in and see how far ya get.”

“Gonna need ya ta cooperate, Marvy,” Jo grunted, his hips rolling and thrusting, driving his donkey dick against her back door over and over, but not making an impression beyond mashing the wrinkly, pouting flesh. “It surely is like tryin' ta puncture steel...”

“Oh Sisters... sorry, Jo! Lemmee...” Mare-velous concentrated hard, letting a long, slow, calming breath pour out of her mouth while her eyes closed. Her body relaxed, her trembling stopped, and her anal ring finally parted before Jo's powerful strokes. The fat, blunt crown of his cock pulled it open wide, wider than anything she had ever felt before, the muscles squeezing back down just a touch, and wrapping securely around the shaft once they passed the widest part of the head. “It's... yer really... we're... oh ah love ya, Jo...”

“Ah love ya, Marvy!” Jo bellowed out, ending the cry with a loud, pleasured bray that was thankfully contained by the soundproof greenhouse. His powerful farmer's muscles work against the occasional clench of Mare-velous' insides, each smooth roll and jab driving in another thick, throbbing inch. He reached the medial ring in short order and quite boldly used a single, hard jab to force it through, sinking his rod deep into Mare-velous' guts.

Mare-velous cried out in some discomfort but more pelasure. Being a Power Pony had certain advantages, some measure of invulnerability being one of them. But she could still feel the physical effect of the monster meat pole stretching out the seldom-touched ring of her ass. A normal pony would have been helplessly groaning on the ground; even a tough farm pony would have been having a hard time. But she could savor the feel of it. The titanic girth; the heavy, pulsing throb that ran along it with every beat of Jo's heart; the copious gets of runny, hot precum that warmed her insides and, on harder squirts, could have equaled a lesser male's orgasmic issue.

More and more flesh drove smooth and steady deep into Mare-velous, invading her intestines and warming her with the jets of preseed. Jo drove on as far as she allowed him, which was down to the hilt. His hips bumped the muscular, plush-covered bubble of Mare-velous' butt, and his heavy, ovular seed-sacs knocked hard against her licked and dripping sex.

The thump of the heavy balls forced a sharp cry of pleasure from Mare-velous and sent her ass shoving back against Jo. Her new superheroine strength was much in evidence as her unfiltered shove sent the robust donkey back a little bit. “That's it, Jo! Yer good an' deep and ah feel ya all the way down. K-keep knockin' yer stones down there. It feels like... like nothin' else ever could!”

“Ya... got it... Marvy..!” Jo hissed out between tightly clenched teeth. His thick and pulsing length felt like it was being strangled. Every hot inch of Mare-velous' rear passage was clamping down, rolling and massaging on his pole to give him a sensation like none he had felt. It was almost painfully strong, but he pushed through it. He only needed enough liberty to pull back and ram in again, as requested, to sink his shaft good and deep, and slap his heavy sac almost directly on Mare-velous' engorged and winked clit.

The greenhouse rang with the sounds of passionate sex, Mare-velous' husky grunts and groans of pleasure mixing with Jo's deeper, louder moans and the occasional light bray, all backed by the regular slapping thump of his hips meeting her padded ass, along with the off-beat wet slap of his balls hitting her pussy, spattering her fluid around.

“Big 'n' heavy... big 'n' heavy... good 'n' fertile... Jo! Ah'm gonna... gonna... Ah!” Mare-velous threw her head back and gave a high, sustained cry of pleasure as her peak struck. The physical feel of the full donkey nuts thwacking off her sex, combined with the perversely delightful thought of all the potency those two huge testes carried shoved her over the edge. She fell into the pit of climax with powerful shivers, another shove of her strong rear and a hot squirt of her musky juice over Jo's sac, like an approving anointing.

Jo didn't have the time or ability to tell Mare-velous he was going to peak. The sudden hard clamping around his tool, and the hot squirt of honey across his sac was enough to tear a loud, near-deafening bray out of his throat. His head was tilted all the way back and his forelegs gripped Mare-velous' super-powered body tightly as his cock throbbed, pulsed and unleashed huge blob after huge blob of his donkey cream in a sticky geyser deep in her guts. The flood of semen washed over every part it could manage, considering the cum was like glue and the muscular clenching turned the unloading dick into a perfect plug.

It took Jo a moment to regain himself. He sucked in huge lungfuls of air and moaned, muttering out bits of nothing that mostly seemed to concern love. His head finally dipped back down, and his body slumped, resting even more heavily on Mare-velous' back. He just remained there, spent, slightly lathered, hips making twitching little trusts as the last dregs of his semen spurted out, or a twinge of pleasure drove a miniscule thrust.

Mare-velous groaned softly, feeling like she had eaten a full Hearth's Warming eve dinner and gone back for seconds. Even with her superpowered robustness she could still tell her belly was a little bit bloated by the voluminous load that had been shot into her. One hoof came up to gingerly massage the swell in her stomach. It reminded her of her prior pregnancy, and what would happen after marriage. “Jo... can't wait 'til we're hitched...”

“Gonna be a dream come true...” Jo sighed as he cuddled Mare-velous tight, still rock hard and buried deep in her ass.

Back at the abandoned building on the outskirts of Maretropolis the two shadowy figures were gathering up various bits of gear as well as burning small bits of paper and other traces. The wavering light of the fires briefly illuminated a set of horns on one and a hooded robe on the other.

“The client wanted us in the city tonight, said there was something to handle that the advance fee would cover, then we could get on with what's in the sealed orders,” The horned one said.

“This seems a little sketchy, doesn't it? This isn't a war zone, not even the gang kind. There are already supers in the city, famous ones. It's why we're here after all,” The hooded one said.

“Money takes a little of the sketchiness out of it. We gotta live, gotta eat. We don't have to understand, we've gotta do it. Come on, it's a city. We can have fun with that,” the horned one said confidently.

“It's been a long time since I was in a city that wasn't full of crime. I just worry about the sealed orders. They could say anything...” the hooded muttered.

“They say money to me. I hate it too but it's what we do,” the horned one said.

“I know. But it's times like this when I question it,” the hooded one huffed.

“Ask all the questions you want, but make sure we pick up the check at the end of the day,” the horned one stated.

“Of course, of course...” The hooded one sighed, putting out the last of the fires with a press of a large hand.