Motherhood, Mayhem and the Mane-iac's Return

Radiance's room at Power Ponies HQ was like most others in size, but not in features. She had had her walls pushed back to allow for the installation of cabinets and wardrobes and armoires, but still allowing her to have all the same floor space, which was largely taken up by the grand antique canopy bed.

She also had demanded that her bathroom be modified from a simple sanitary facility (while the showers were communal) into a small spa. The place was covered in painted, gilt-edged tiles, with a marble hot tub tucked into the corner, a massage table beside that, and a large, wide makeup table along the opposite wall, lights all around the edge of a huge mirror to provide optimal lighting.

Because it was such a nice place, the other Power Ponies often took advantage of it if they had a need to primp and preen. She was in there, brushing her own hair a week after the first encounter with the mercenaries. Sitting at the table with her was Saddle Rager, who was not generally known for her serious attention to her looks. She always looked nice and pleasant but was not often given to making herself up for any reason.

“R-radiance...” Saddle mumbled softly, “This doesn't... I mean... I want to look nice but I don't know if I should be so made-up.”

“Oh but darling, that handsome bovine took the time to ask you out properly. Flowers, candy, a humble nod. Why he was nearly as formally proper and charming as my own date. So charming and polite when he asked to escort me around town. You should reward the effort, if only a bit,” Radiance said with a high, cheerful voice.

“But I don't know how to make myself up, not for a date. I never go on them,” Saddle squeaked.

“Fret not, for I know how this works. I may not be as base and carnally hungry as Zapp and Fili, but I do see the odd stallion now and again. Just allow me to do a little work,” Radiance said, her magic picking up various tools and cosmetics.

“I-if you like...” Saddle mumbled before the collection of things practically attacked her face, leaving her barely able to 'yeep' and tremble.

The brushes, combs, and assortment of makeup went after her in a powdery blur. Thanks to Radiance's great skill it took only a moment to complete her work. “Et voila! Observe your new look! Worry not, it is only temporary. Just to make that big bull swoon over you as I know you can.”

Saddle regarded herself in the mirror, hooves reaching up to stroke at her features. She had opted to keep her mask on for her date, but her eyelashes had been fluffed and enhanced, making them long and luscious. Her long mane no longer waved behind her, but curled to the sides, framing her face in almost a heart shape, while a single bundle fell down the middle, which could provide a place behind which she could hide if she needed. Her thin and small lips looked plump and full, a small liner line surrounding them while dark red lipstick enhanced them to the fullest. Powder rouge, a shade darker than her natural coat color, gave her cheeks a coquettish and alluring blush. Aside from that she had nothing else on but her butterfly pendant bead bracelets and her flower-clasped frilled scarf. “Oh... I look... oh...”

Radiance laughed musically and turned back to the mirror. “Perfect. Now go! Do not keep your bovine beau waiting for you. Sadly, I must delay my Dog. It takes a great deal of time to provide perfection to such a genteel fellow. Please do have a good time, Saddle dear.”

Saddle blushed a little bit, the action showing through the artificial blush. She reached out to give Radiance a small, careful hug. “Th-thank you. And you too! I hope your date goes well.”

“As long as he maintains his gentility I am certain it will go swimmingly,” Radiance said, squeezing Saddle gently. She then turned focus back to the mirror as Saddle walked out.

Saddle slowly trotted her way through the interior of HQ and out into the large, plush waiting area. Like any modern organization the Power Ponies maintained a lobby to allow non-emergency visitors to wait for service. The space was as neoclassical as the exterior, with carved columns in the corners, smooth marble floors, and frescoes of the Power Ponies in action on the walls. The décor was slightly more modern, including a desk with automated secretary software to process arrivals and transfer calls automatically, and soft cushions and chairs provided for waiting, along with some magazines on tables set between the seating spaces.

Iron Willie and Diamond Dog were both seated in plush chairs, talking quietly and almost engaged in some kind of argument. On Saddle's arrival Iron leaped to his hooves, creating a tremendous clattering on the stone floor. “Well hey there. You look fantastic! Did my friend's date help you out with that?”

Saddle blushed again and partially hid her eyes behind the hanging strand of mane. “Y-yes... how did you know?”

“She's the makeup kind of mare, I know it. You looked good like you were. Not that I'm complaining about this! You really do look nice...” Iron said, strolling up. Every move seemed to flex the muscles hidden by his odd metal-covered attire.

“Thank you very much. S-shall we get going now?” Saddle asked quietly, nudging at one of Iron's hands with her snout.

“Of course! I got myself a guidebook for the city and I know just the place to go to have one fantastic time!” Iron bellowed, getting into a pose with such casual ease it seemed like a natural tic.

Saddle ducked a little bit but pressed back up against Iron's side. “Sounds, um, nice...” She looked over at Diamond Dong, who was observing them from within his shadowed hood. “Radiance might be a little bit. She doesn't leave anything in her look to chance. She wants you to be really impressed.”

“I'm very certain I'll be impressed by her,” Diamond said with a nod. He casually reached aside for a magazine and started reading.

“Let's get going. It's not too far to the place, and a walk's great exercise,” Iron said, holding open the front door for Saddle. “Not that I mind hanging around your place. The architecture and art really... uh, well it's really... good,” he finished, lamely, holding up a thumb and delivering what could only be a flop-sweat smile.

“I wish the deeper parts of the building looked like that. But Matter-horn wanted it to be more... scientific or something. I don't remember. It's... nice. But I prefer the greenhouse on the roof. Mare-velous and I both enjoy taking walks up there. It's closer than the park and always clean and bright,” Saddle said.

“You're lucky you have a greenhouse. Or a sciency-looking HQ. Or even a dark and dirty park. Means you've got a city to take care of you,” Iron noted. He took long strides at first, until he noticed Saddle had to trot to keep up. He cut his pace in half and got to a much better pace for her.

“Oh! I'm sorry. I forgot. You're a mercenary. You don't have all the sanction and support we do. It must be a hard life...” Saddle whispered.

“It's not so bad. We get to travel a lot, we meet all kinds of new folks and see all kinds of creatures. Then we usually punch one or the other. Save endangered species from some group that wants to take it, or save endangered folks from some species that wants to eat them. Unless there's a conflict going on,” Iron said, keeping his tone light and amused.

Saddle nodded slowly, shivering a little at the talk of violence, and of armed conflicts, but enjoying the idea of saving others from danger. “It's very good of you to help folks, and save creatures.”

“It pays the bills and keeps us alive. But you know, I might anyhow. I really do like little creatures. I even like big creatures. I used to have my own pet orthrus as a kid. I wanted a cerberus but that didn't happen. It wasn't that bad. An orthrus is a good pet, just as good as a cerberus. And with one less head there's less in-fighting,” Iron said with a nod.

“Oh my, you had an orthrus? That's wonderful. I've seen orthri and cerberi at pet expos but never had one of my own. It's such a hassle to import one from Hellas. Does that mean you were actually born in Hellas?” Saddle asked.

“That's me. Genuine calf of the homeland. Not in one of the immigrant communities but back in the old grounds, land of mazes and temples,” Iron said with some pride.

“That's quite interesting. And you speak Equestrian so well...” Saddle said, gasping after and looking up at Iron with some fear. “Oh goodness! I'm sorry, I didn't mean...”

Iron laughed it off and waved a hand. “No problem! I know what you meant. I learned a bunch of languages being a mercenary, but I'm best at Equestrian. Everyone knows Equestrian, it's important for getting along.”

“Still...” Saddle pressed against Iron again and thought for a while as she walked along. “Um... if you're a Hellene, and you're proud of it, why do you have that strange suit? And why don't you have a Hellenic name?”

Iron didn't answer for a moment. He looked somewhere between surprised and concerned. He finally turned his eyes to the side and said, “Well, I've gotten used to the look and it's a signature now. Besides I have to think about multiple, uh, engagement areas and I need to be broadly appealing, and... hey, we're there!” He pointed to a building that they were about to reach and dashed ahead.

Saddle galloped as fast as she could, eventually reaching the place he had indicated. Her eyes lit up when she realized where they had come. Had she not been distracted by the walk and conversation should would have recognized the route. She was standing in front of 'Cheerful Chip's Indoor Petting Zoo.' Other than the greenhouse it was her favorite spot in the entire city. Iron held the door open for her and even bowed a little as he let her in.

It was just as it ever was. Hay bales were piled up by the entrance, creating a kind of sweet-smelling tunnel that led into a huge warehouse-like building. The high ceilings kept the environment open and fresh, as did numerous vents and fans. Picket fences, painted in many bright colors, cordoned off the various animal areas. There were small ones for the bunnies, larger ones for chickens, potbellied pigs and goats, big ones for the alpacas and llamas, and screened in ones for the various types of butterflies and colorful beetles.

“You... brought me to 'Cheerful Chip's'?” Saddle asked, her voice high, bright and strong.

“I looked through that city guide twice and this seemed like the place,” Iron said with a smile.

“Oh but surely... surely a big, powerful mercenary like you would want to go somewhere more... bullish,” Saddle said, leaning over into the bunny enclosure to nuzzle at their silken fur.

Iron shook his head sharply, putting a coin into a feed machine and getting himself a handful. He walked over to the goat enclosure and offered the feed to one of the caprine creatures. “Nope. Like I said. I like creatures. Oh I'll go wading into a battle full-on and do my job. But I really, really do like nicer things too.” He stroked the head of the placidly munching goat, smiling as he regarded the odd, horizontal pupils.

“That's a surprise. Oh, but such a nice one,” Saddle said, giggling a little as the bunnies nuzzled and snuffled at her head, some of them coming away with smears of rouge and lipstick. That got her to pull her head away with a sheepish expression. “I really like kind folks.”

“I know...” Iron said, seeming distracted as more goats came over to be fed and stroked. He dropped the feed in a panic and quickly said, “I mean, I figured. You seem like a gentle, sweet, wonderful mare.”

Saddle tilted her head over that and seemed just a little confused. But she shrugged, and went over to give some corn and strokes to the chickens. “And you're even nicer and more caring than I thought. Just to take me here... well, this is a perfect date. I don't think anyone in Maretropolis would have done that.”

“I try to be different than the average guy. I have the reputation of being the best. And when you're the best you never rest,” Iron said firmly, the goats bleating in what seemed like agreement. “I have a lot to uphold, after all. Reputation and all that.”

“Of course. And, if I can say... you're really nice,” Saddle said with a dark blush.

“Just you wait until dinner...” Iron said with a thumbs up.

“Oh... dinner...” Saddle said with some deflated enthusiasm. She thought of the pressure and hassle of a restaurant and did not look forward to it.

“This isn't at all what I expected!” Saddle said with a joyful flap of her wings. She was seated at the table in the Power Ponies HQ dining hall, listening to Iron bumping around the kitchen. “B-but that's good! I didn't want to have all the pressure and stress of going to a restaurant.”

“No, I get it completely. Who wants that headache? Not me,” Iron said, arranging several bowls, utensils and other objects on the counter. “I planned for this. That brainy friend of yours, she helped to arrange things, got some provisions brought in just so I could cook for you.”

“Oh... Matter-horn is so nice. She didn't have to do that for me. But I'm so glad she helped you,” Saddle said with a smile.

“Don't be too impressed. Remember, this isn't a taverna. I don't have everything and I don't want to keep you waiting too long,” Iron said, deftly taking up a knife and quite rapidly reducing a few tomatoes and a red onion into pieces.

“I don't mind waiting at all! I'm a patient pony. Especially when what I'm waiting for matters. I'll wait weeks watching chrysalises to see butterflies come out. Waiting for food won't be bad at all,” Saddle said cheerily.

Iron checked on the temperature of the oven and looked in on a few pans slowly heating on the stove. “Just how spicy do you like your food?” he asked.

“Um, well, I don't really like spicy foods. I can eat some curry but mild ones. The restaurants know what kind of sauce to give me,” Saddle confessed.

“I read you loud and clear,” Iron said. He had been preparing to chop up a pile of small peppers. He pushed the majority to the side and finely chopped just one, dropping the pieces into a pan of bubbling tomato sauce, along with a shower of basil.

“This actually seems like a lot of effort for two. Shouldn't we have the girls in to help and to eat it too?” Saddle asked.

“Nah! Diamond's got your fancy friend out at a classy restaurant, and the others agreed to go out to eat with that dragon, the crazy mare and the donkey. I think they really wanted this to go well,” Iron said, dropping some boiled lima beans into the tomato sauce, before turning to grab a plate of pita pieces which he stuffed into the oven.

Saddle was momentarily overcome with emotion, a blush darkening her cheeks. “Th-that's so nice of them. They really care about me.”

“It's really nice having friends like that. I know Diamond's got my back, so I understand. Like you, we've been through combat together,” Iron noted. He began to pour corn starch and sugar into a bowl, mixing it with small sprinkles of cream of tartar and water.

“We've fought bad guys and criminals but never to the point of a... a war...” Saddle said with growing softness, tripping over the uncomfortable final word.

“It's all the same in the end. You put order and peace back where they should be. Only difference is when you're finished to might get a parade, or maybe some fan mail. They cut me a check and we move on,” Iron said. He separated the gooey, starchy mixture into two sugar-dusted bowls, sprinkling generous helpings of rosewater onto one and lemon extract onto the other.

“But I hate to imagine all the violence. Here we deal with it very quickly. Out there...” Saddle shivered.

“It's why I love soft, cuddly animals, and shop with a wicker basket,” Iron said, tossing together the tomatoes and onions with some green olives, feta cubes and a drizzle of oil.

“You're so different from how you seemed. But I knew that when I heard you talking about life. Like really is precious. Since I had my foal I know it better than ever,” Saddle said with a big smile.

“That's one thing I wondered about. Can you leave your foal for this? All of you are out...” Iron said with some concern.

“I may not like some of the designs that Matter-horn put in the HQ, but her scientific skills are amazing. If there is any distress there are automated systems to tend to the foals. And if there are more serious matters an alarm will go off. I wouldn't be surprised if they took them out with them. Mane-iac practically never lets go of Sassy. She may be a supervillainess but so far she's been a wonderful mother,” Saddle said.

“They say that even bad guys love their mothers. I guess it works in reverse, somehow...” Iron said, putting on a quizzical expression as he ran the grammar math.

Saddle stifled a laugh behind a hoof and inhaled deeply. “It's all smelling so good...”

“And there are three courses for us,” Iron said, bearing out several plates and setting them on the table before going back for more. He pointed to the various foods as he described them. “Horiatiki, country salad. The olive oil dressing has fennel in it to give it a big burst of flavor. Baked pita and feta squares, both as an appetizer. Main dish is a plate of gigandes plaki, lima beans in tomato sauce with basil and just a hint of pepper. For dessert I'll cut you some fresh squares of loukoumi, in rosewater and lemon flavors, as well as a bowl of yogurt and honey.”

Saddle stared, wide eyed at the presented repast, devouring it with her gaze. “Goodness! I didn't think you'd go to all the trouble...”

“Trouble comes later when I make you my famous spanakopita. You'll never look at spinach the same again,” Iron said with a gruff laugh. He poured out a glass of ice water for Saddle, and then popped the cork on a bottle of thick, clear liquid for himself. Immediately a strong anise scent wafted through the room.

Saddle regarded the bottle curiously. “What's that?”

“Ouzo. Anise liqueur, with a kick. It's strong stuff to those that never had it. But I drink this like water,” Iron said, taking a long pull on the bottle by way of example.

“I hope that you don't... overindulge. N-not that I think you will...” Saddle noted, quickly stuffing her face with the salad to silence herself.

“It takes two bottles to get me light-headed. Four makes me sing and play a bouzouki badly. Around six is when I might fall on my snout,” Iron said with a hearty laugh, more sedately tucking into his salad.

The pair settled into a peaceful silence, focusing on the food before them. It was all new to Saddle, who gave looks of bliss and appreciation each time she tried something new. She savored every last thing, right down to taking dainty, and appreciative, nibbles of both flavors of loukoumi. “This was really amazing...”

“Well, I tried my best. I was hoping for 'passable' but I'll take amazing,” Iron said, rubbing the back of his head lightly.

“I've had so much fun, it's almost a shame it has to end...” Saddle said, a blush tinting her cheeks as she added what she thought was a subtle suggestiveness to the statement.

Iron caught it loud and clear, and gave a charming, if somewhat lecherous, smile. “Well, you know, it doesn't have to end-end. We can move on to something else. That hotel room will still be there for me no matter what time I stumble in.”

“If you really want to, f-follow me to my room...” Saddle said, rising up and primly making her way out of the dining hall.

“I'll just say it here and hope this doesn't change anything, but I'm surprised that you'd be agreeable to this. You seem so shy and quiet...” Iron said as he followed along.

“The girls all think I'm some fragile porcelain figure, or just too afraid, or don't even like sex. I like sex as much as they all do. I really enjoy picking up Zapp's discarded stallion magazines, and I kind of understand why Mare-velous likes watching Jo work out. But I don't go out much because I never meet good guys. The stallions I see just want to talk about themselves, or date a Power Pony, and they never want to pet animals or anything. Plus... well... I worry about what my powers could do in the middle of sex...” Saddle said, keeping her head forward to hide her massive blush.

“You do have some amazing powers,” Iron said with a nod. “But don't you have them under control?”

“Not perfectly. The best I can do is stay calm, and sometimes I can call it on my own. But usually I just get angry and things get unpleasant. It works out most times, but I have to be really, really careful,” Saddle confessed.

“I'm sure it'll be fine. I'm tough. I can handle things,” Iron said with a thump of his chest.

Saddle slid open a metal door and slowly stepped into her room after flicking on the light. Her room was as modest and understated as she was. The metal walls were painted a calming blue color, hung with posters and paintings of animals and nature scenes. The drawers, the visible bed frame and a small desk were all painted blue and were all made of metal. There were also a number of large cushions and colorful blankets scattered around. “I hope it's alright...”

Iron stepped inside and nodded as the door slid shut behind him. He knocked on the walls and the desk. “Unobtainium. They wanted to make sure things were secure.”

“Phlebonium was cheaper and works just as well, but it degrades when unobtainium is charged nearby, and Matter-horn keeps the HQ washed in a field to keep her wings and other things charged,” Saddle explained.

Iron walked over to Saddle and slowly stroked a hand along her cheek. “So... you're the one who picks the pace for this. How are we going to to get to it?”

Saddle sighed as the strong hand brushed over her blushing cheek, her head tilting to the side just a bit to rub at it. “I... I think we should just be together. Could you, maybe... undress for me?”

Iron got a little shifty, looking side-to-side and fidgeting his fingers a bit as the drifted across Saddle's face. 'Well I'd be glad to strip down and snuggle!” He bellowed suddenly. “Just gotta use your facilities to go do that.”

“You're not going to strip in front of me?” Saddle asked, disappointed. “I thought guys liked to make a big production out of that... at least the guys in the magazines and movies do.”

“Oh, I'm not very... showy...” Iron said, working his way to the bathroom door. “I guess I'm just a little... shy.” the door shut solidly, leaving Saddle looking confused.

“My... he didn't seem shy. He was very bold. But maybe that's another secret. He does like goats and he can cook...” Saddle said softly.

A short time later Iron emerged from the bathroom, completely bare, flexing his considerable muscles. His cobalt coat looked surprisingly well-cared-for, as did the darker and shaggier fur of his legs. Every muscle on his body was cut and sculpted to chiseled perfection. Saddle's wings sprang up involuntarily at the sight, and she covered her mouth with a hoof. She shivered a bit as her gaze dragged lower, between the shaggy thighs. His testicles hung down, low and full and ovular, standing out in the bare, fleshy blue sac. His penis flopped over the top of it, a darker blue tone with a smooth shaft and rounded crown, with a foreskin fold over the top. “First time seeing a minotaur?” Iron asked with a wink.

“O-oh. Yes... I only ever saw stallions. And a jack. Zapp likes stallions and gets magazines about them, and Jo gets, um, excited when he works out, which is what Mare-velous likes. I never... oh...” Saddle continued to stare at the dark blue flesh, which had begun to twitch and plump little by little.

“Don't worry... I can be gentle...” Iron rumbled. He reached down to slowly stroke the smooth, glossy length of flesh, groaning softly as his size surged, each beat of his heart sending the spire higher and higher. It finally stood up proud against the defined bulges of his abs, thick, long and faintly pulsing with power. It almost looked as burly and muscular as the rest of his body.

“I... um...” Saddle's mouth went dry and her eyes went wide. She slowly stepped forward and pressed her cheek in against the tall, throbbing shaft. She rubbed the soft and smooth muddle section, feeling the throbbing twitches, the large cum-channel on the underside which gave a light surge before a thick gush of precum arced up and splattered on her face.

“Heh, sorry about that. Sometimes my member has a mind of its own...” Iron said, reaching down to wipe the smear from her cheek. “Let me work you over a little bit before we get to... well, you know...”

“W-work me? You mean like, licking me? I've seen- ah!” Saddle squeaked. Her tail, wings and head both shot up straight and stiff. Iron's free hand had sneakily snaked around behind to her tight, pert rear and reached under tail. His fingers, strong and surprisingly deft, danced over the silky folds of her sex, rubbing the outer lips, reaching down to gently grind over her winked clit.

“One thing minotaurs have got... hands...” Iron roughly whispered, leaning down so he could be heard. He managed to bend far enough to have his hot breath tickle across Saddle's ear. His thick rod bobbled softly, throbbing in desire as he rubbed it gently against the soft fur of her face. His fingers carefully traced around the flushed, trembling lips and lightly wiggled her stiff button.

“Ha-hands seem very... useful...” Saddle squealed out, panting lightly and quivering under the new sensation. She had been worked over by the henchponies, and had worked on herself to relieve the pressure. But never had she felt anything as unique as the deft, strong capabilities of fingers. Every rub that touched two separate places, every little pinch and wiggle of her nub just felt so unique and new. She was in a different world of delight.

Iron grunted lightly as his throbbing erection slid along Saddle's pretty face, smearing his hot, musky precum over her cheeks and along her lips when she dipped in to give soft kisses. He pulled his hand away from her rear at last and brought the sticky digits up to his lips. His long, bovine tongue licked up the hanging strands of mare juice, a smile crossing his face. “Even more delicious than dessert...”

“Th-thank you...” Saddle whispered, unsure how to respond to sexy talk in the middle of an encounter. “Um, now... can you... I mean, if you want to...”

“You want me to mount you, right?” Iron rumble softly, stroking Saddle's cheek and giving her a friendly, reassuring smile.

Saddle sighed happily. No weird terms or boasting. Just a simple statement. It was very nice. “Y-yes. But only if you really want to. I don't want to force you or anything.”

Iron gave a deep chuckle, and clopped his way around Saddle's body. “No force at all. I just want to make sure you're fine with this.” He reached her backside and slowly stroked a hand along it, sliding between her cheeks to stroke his fingers over her moist and parted slit once more.

Saddle went stiff for a moment, coming out of it with a soft shudder and a moan of delight. She looked over her shoulder to see the huge rod of bull meat being lowered, and squeaked as the rounded, uniquely designed head mashed up against her folds. “Y-yes. Yes! I'm fine with this and I want you to, um, mount me. Please.”

Iron needed no more encouragement than that, right hand resting on Saddle's flank, while his left hand gently cupped her cheek. He looked deeply into her eyes, to keep her focused and calm, while his hips gave a soft roll. The shape of his head helped, by and large. The rounded crown opened the tight passage up and allowed the veiny shaft to plunge deep and slow into Saddle's clutching depths.

Saddle gasped loudly, her wings stiffening and fluttering in some discomfort. She hadn't felt that before. Iron was bigger than the stallions that had taken her before, and his gentleness meant she could actually feel every inch, experience the pulsing length as each bit slid deep into the wet and rolling passage. It just made him seem that much bigger, every little bit feeling like twice the length.

A loud snort emerged from Iron's snout, and his lips pulled back as he dipped his dick deeper into Saddle's squeezing tunnel. It almost felt like the rolling contractions were sucking him in, massaging the generous flesh that he pushed into her. He'd been with mares before, but none were so tenderly uncertain, or as snug around his tool. A hissing moan seethed from between his teeth as his rolling hips gave a sudden, unintended jerk, spearing more of that throbbing length than he had intended.

Saddle yelped loudly at the hip-jerk and sudden infusion of thick minotaur meat. The girthy pole was deep into her passage, sure to reach her cervix before it was all snugly contained within. “C-careful...” she squeaked out, looking at Iron with heavily lidded eyes. “I don't... think you... can get... it all in...”

“Shhh...” Iron whispered, rubbing under Saddle's chin comfortingly, leaning in to give the end of her snout a soft kiss. “I know when it's too much. If it doesn't fit, it's fine to quit. It doesn't all need to go in.”

“Th-thank you. That's... so kind...” Saddle sighed out, her eyes finally drifting all the way closed to focus on the feeling of the hefty pole reaching deep into her body. She finally felt it, the tap of the rounded head against her cervix.

Iron stopped, holding himself as deep as he could, and feeling proud of his accomplishment. He pulled slowly back, hand coming from from Saddle's face to take hold of her other flank. He drew out a decent portion of his meat, groaning deeply at the feeling of the tight walls trembling and clutching around him. He thrust back in, pulling his hips right before the maximum depth, a pleasured bellow leaving his lips.

Saddle was rocked by the powerful thrust, body shaking and eyes snapping open. A high-pitched squeal of delight left her and her walls clenched down hard, trembling in delight. 'Oh my! It's... oh! H-how can you be so forceful and gentle?”

Iron huffed out a laugh, giving a few more firm thrusts. “It's a gift,” he chuckled out, thoughtlessly lifting his right hand and giving Saddle's ass a light slap.

Saddle's head shot up and she let out a cry that wasn't delighted at all. She looked back at Iron with a peeved light glowing in her eyes. “How could you? I thought you were gentle and tender but you're just like all the stallions I see. Nothing but a mean, arrogant cad!” The last word rumbled through the air as her voice deepened and her body started to tremble.

Iron knew his automatic action had been a mistake. Less classy mares, those who were looser and more unrestrained didn't care about a flank-slap. But he should have known it was wrong for such a classy lass. He pulled out of Saddle immediately and stumbled for the bathroom. He didn't have too much time.

Saddle wasn't aware of anything going on. Power surged through her body, muscles swelling, bones expanding, every part of her growing larger and more impressive. She let out a roar of rage as the transformation took full hold of her, and hammered on the metal walls. “Where are you?!”

Iron stepped out of the bathroom, wearing an odd assortment of items. From the top down, etched gold bands were set on the bases of his horns; a circlet made of jade carved to look like laurel leaves rested on his brow; iron bands were on his upper arms while bronze bands etched with complex patterns and studded with gems were on his wrists; a belt of what looked like gold wool wrapped around his midsection; high thighs were covered in silver armor, while his legs above his hooves were protected with more bronze bands, etched and studded with gems. “Here! I'm sorry for what I did. It was wrong of me. I should never have hurt a good, kind mare like you!”

“You lied to me the whole time. I'll bet you don't even like goats!” Saddle roared, her rage sapping her rational mind and sending her on the attack.

Iron met the attack with a grunt, his hands grabbing at Saddle's hooves while his own hooves sought purchase on the metal ground. He let out a bellow and concentrated. At first it looked like his muscles were merely flexing harder, but it soon became clear they were actually expanding. The great slabs of powerful and sculpted muscle surged outwards, making him bulkier and more defined by the minute, and bringing him more in line with Saddle's rage-inflated size. “Believe... me... I didn't lie...”

Saddle shook her head a little, the unexpected growth catching her by surprise and knocking a little of the thoughtless anger out of her. “Wh-what is this?”

“I do have super powers. Usually I only need to inflate the muscles of one arm to punch through metal or hold up a building. But I can do it all over. It's the only way I could keep you from really laying into me,” Iron explained, his body bulked up tremendously, top and bottom.

Saddle struggled against Iron for a moment more, roaring and grunting, but finding herself equally matched with the new, inflated bulk. She finally ceased struggling and dropped down to the ground. “You really were telling the truth?”

“I only did it because my hand has a mind of its own sometimes,” Iron explained. “Other mares have liked it so... but that's no excuse. I was wrong to do it and I apologize.”

“It's very good of you to apologize. I'm sorry I ruined this part of the date. I'll go back to normal in a while. I could, uh, get myself off to go back, if you don't mind watching. We could try again then,” Saddle said, a blush tinting her giant cheeks.

“My powers aren't only practical. They're also entertaining,” Iron said with a wink. He concentrated again and thrust his immensely muscular hips forward. His organ and stone had maintained their original size during his muscle expansion. With concentration they began to surge and swell. His balls ballooned out and hung heavier against the densely muscled thighs. His erection fattened, and lengthened, swelling against his hard eight-pack and sliding against the granite-like slabs of his grandly swollen pectorals. Though his body was still the same height, his muscles and erection regained their proportion in comparison to Saddle's prior size. “That should do it.”

“I don't think you should. Matter-horn tested my... strength... there. She used a machine used to test industrial things... and I broke it. She thinks that any part of a male put in me would be crushed,” Saddle said with a deep, embarrassed blush.

“This isn't a brag, this is true. There's a reason I call myself Iron Willie. I'm nearly impervious to damage. I can take the pressure,” Iron said with a thumbs up and a smile, though it was hard to see as his head was a bit reduced in notability on his muscular shoulders.

“If you want to try...” Saddle said, turning and lifting her enlarged rear, and revealing her monster-sized slit, still sopping wet and spread from the prior action. Her clit winked at Iron and she backed up close to him.

It was the matter of a moment to direct Saddle's ass down, and for Iron to position his extra-large erection at the entrance of the super-sized-slit. His hips moved with great delicacy, pushing the expanded crown through the squeezing muscles and back into the wet and clutching passage. He let out a pleasured low of delight and placed his hands gingerly on Saddle's flanks once again.

Saddle tensed up, almost fearing another slap was coming to her. But it never came. She only felt the exceeding pleasure of the veiny shaft sliding over her bulbous and expanded clit, plunging back into her depths. Iron was moving faster, pushing down to the deepest part with a sense of purpose. He reached her cervix and stopped, rubbing the internal barrier slowly.

Iron held there, huffing and savoring the powerful muscles crushing in around his invulnerable cock. It was a massaging pleasure he hadn't felt before. A superheroine working on him, one with great strength. It was attractive to find such power is such a gentle package. She was like him, strong but kind. The thought lingered in his mind as he drew his hips back and slid them slowly forward again. He didn't want to have another accident. He just held on tight and thrust with a slow, easy passion.

The fire in Saddle's loins grew, stoked along by the caring, gentle, regular pump of Iron's rod. It was so much nicer than the uncaring lustfulness of the stallions that had gotten her pregnant, and was even nicer than the activity in the movies she had watched. She could feel how much Iron cared about working her, how much he wanted to show his gentleness.

The slow speed of the sex did not affect the ultimate outcome. Iron knew he was getting into a marathon, not a sprint, and he allowed himself to feel the pleasurable pull and various hard squeezes of the hot tunnel pulled tight around his magically engorged length. He lowed and panted hotly, leaning his tremendous muscles over Saddle's bulked-up body, to feel her beneath him and let her feel him.

Saddle was groaning in delight, panting and squeaking as she slowly climbed towards a peak. She was in no hurry, yet it seemed like only a second between feeling the moment approaching and the sharp snap of a pleasure cascade. A simple quiet moan turned into a roaring scream thanks to her size and state, shaking the metal walls of the room as she clenched her mighty sex down with a force that had, previously, crushed a missile.

Iron bellowed in time with Saddle, pushing forward through the punishing squeeze. His great and invulnerable rod got a workout as he slid along the pouring flow of spicy-scented mare juice. He buried himself deep and unleashed a heavy, sloppy shot of seed form his bloated balls. The thick slime splattered across Saddle's cervix and filled her squeezing, massaging passage. More heavy shots of white hit, taking what little space there was; the cavernous passage was well filled and could hardly hold the issue. It soon squirted out with a wet splurt, and spattered heavily on the floor.

The squirts of seed continued, until there was not enough pressure to make it shoot. Then it became a mere dribble of pearlescent cum, splattering on the floor beneath the two. The flood done, Iron concentrated once more, his muscles slowly shrinking back down, genitals going with them. He made sure to stagger back, out of Saddle's clutching hold, a small smile crossing his face as the gaping lips squeezed back down, to hold in the sticky load that had been deposited.

Saddle had been savoring an extended orgasm. Her peak was carried along by Iron's unloading. The feel of thick, heavy wads of rich bull cum filling her as nothing ever had kept the climax coasting along, until Iron pulled from her. She was finally able to catch her breath and dropped down a bit, feeling wonderfully spent. Her rage-inflated body pulled back, muscle and bone returning to their usual, dainty state.

Neither one of them spoke for a time, as both were panting and groaning softly, smiling in delight. “I... hope you forgive me...” Iron said at last, coming up to give Saddle an apologetic stroke along the spike.

“Mm, I do. I'm sorry I overreacted. I don't like being lied to,” Saddle said quietly.

“It's alright. Nobody does,” Iron chuckled, going down to a knee to hug Saddle tight.

Saddle returned the hug, but pulled back a bit. “Was all that stuff on under that suit you were wearing? Did you want want me to see it?”

Iron sighed a bit, but nodded slowly. “It's a long story. And I promise I'll tell you on our next date.”