Chapters Zecora should have known better, really, she was far too experienced not to have realized that something in the air was off. Honestly, the zebra realized that she was starting to get somewhat inept at her magical practices if she would fall into a simple trap like the one which she had stumbled over in her exploration of the ruins which she had been told of several days prior. Perhaps it had just been her excitement over the prospect of some new territory to explore which had made her miss the obvious signs that the structure in question was enspelled with glyphs and runes which would alter her place via magical teleportation. Zecora would make sure to tell anyone who asked that she had been overly fascinated with the dilapidated structure to note the misplaced stone which she had stepped which, in turn had shifted her from where she had been to where she was now, inside of the dark, dank room which seemed overly ominous.
That is, if she ever made it out of the ruin intact. A prospect for which the zebra was currently finding herself woefully unsure of.
‘In trouble I am, this I can say, but how to get out, perhaps I should pray?’ the zebra mystic rhymed, her natural linguistic tick showing through even in the depths of her own terrified musing.
Closing her eyes to take a breath, Zecora let her thoughts ease into the blissful harmony in which she normally kept her focus before sighing in contemplation. When jade orbs opened the zebra realized that she was not in quite as much turmoil as she originally thought. Looking around the structure she currently could see no way out of, Zecro noted that it looked to be some kind of prayer room. Torches, unlit at the current moment, lined the walls while large pillar covered in moss were strewn about in a circling arc that looked to lead downwards instead of up. Take a moment to walk around the outer area in which the pillars were placed, Zecora let her curiosity roam for a moment as she tried to place dates to the age of the cracked stones.
It took about an hour, perhaps longer, there was so little light to see with that it made the counting of time somewhat difficult for the zebra mystic, but once Zecora’s curiosity had been settled she realized where she was.
‘Trouble this is, this I am certain, for I have found myself in the lair of someone sealed behind the curtain,’ To anyone else, that would have sounded like the kind of mumbo jumbo for which you would give the speaker a very...wide breadth, though to someone as knowledgeable as the zebra what her mental utterances meant made her a frown crest along the corners of the normally chipper pony’s lips.
Narrowing her eyes until they looked as though they were about to close, Zecroa focused inward to try and see if she could find out just exactly how close to the ‘curtain’ she had stumbled. A second later the zebra whinnied in fright as she shook her head wildly, mane flying back and forth in wild abandon.
‘Oh dear, oh me, I am in trouble, this I can most definitely see!’ Panic made the zebra stomp her feet against the floor, a noisy beat of fear that made Zecora panic rise even more before she calmed herself.
‘I must get hold, for this is not foretold,’ Normally, someone of Zecora’s mystical caliber would have long since been warned of imminent danger, the likes of which the zebra found herself, but since she had had no prior knowledge of what was to come it meant that the fates had to give her more than enough reprieve to correct her situation before disaster overcame her.
Planting her hooves firmly onto the ground, Zecora took several long breaths to calm her racing heart and then, ‘I seem to have lost myself, this fear I must put up onto the shelf.’ Looking around once again, the zebra realized that there was no way she could get out of the room she was in, her own magic was rendered impotent by the forces which lined themselves along the walls containing her being, so that meant that the only way to find freedom was to play the Devil’s Gambit.
‘Seeking that which should not be sought, truly I have playing with that which must not be wrought,’ Zecora turned her head to the side, a downcast look pulling at her face. ‘But if I do not, then it is I who shall become sought,’ Huffing in defeat the zebra let out a rueful chuckle before taking a step forward towards the center of the spiral, her path taking her down into the dark.
Several minutes passed in silence, the heavy clop-clop-clop of Zecora’s footfalls having been drowned out in face of the pounding beat echoing inside of the zebra’s ears as her sight led her to the heart of the spiraling path. What the zebra found, much to her distaste, was what she had hoped she both would and would not see. There, sitting upon an altar made of stone and steel, was a bright gemstone which glowed black as midnight. What little light there was to be seen within the room was swallowed up by the encompassing luminescence of the jewel in question though within the black depths of the radiance which shone before her, Zecora could see her path laid clear.
‘Trouble I have found and trouble which I fear, my only way out I now grow near,’ The hesitation within the pony was evident by how Zecora gently carried herself over to the table carrying the promise of her exodus from her current prison. ‘I know you can hear me,’ Zecora began, watching in fascination as the gem seemed to pulse like the beat of a heart as she spoke, ‘now present yourself clear to me,’
A hush fell over the world as the stone ceased its eerie croon.
Zecora readied herself for anything as she crouched down, her rump held high as her jade eyes narrowed in concentration, sparks of light danced along the length of her hooves as he nose flared wide, tail snapping behind her with the force of a whip’s kiss.
When next the silence was broken Zecora found herself somewhat disbelieving of what happened next.
“Hi! Hi!” A voice reached out from behind the veil for which separated the living and the unseen. “Nice to see someone came down here to greet me, it’s been a while since I last had guests,” The chipper chirp of the bodiless call made Zecora’s uncertainty vanish as she listen to unrepressed glee surround her.
“Who are you who calls out to me? A ghost, a spectre or perhaps maybe a bee?” The zebra was rightfully confused as she looked around wildly for the creature which owned the baritone hum which spoke words of mirth and joy.
“Oh, you want to see me, well,” the voice seemed to be caught in some confusion as it murmured quietly to itself. “You’ll have to give me a moment, it’s been a while since I last did this.” When next Zecora blinked she found herself staring in awe as a radiant plume of red and black overtook her vision.
Like the fires from an exploding roman candle the room sparkled with radiant red light before growing dark once again, though in the wake of the majesty of light and heat Zecora instead found the visage of a large stallion with a fluttering red mane staring down at her. The larger male made the zebra mystic take a step back in nervousness, the sight of the black monster in front of her, his glowing red-orange eyes narrowed in kind mischief giving the rolling muscles of the bigger beast a somewhat deceptive feel overall, as Zecora found herself stunned beyond belief by the other.
“Not a pony, that is true, but who can you be, this I wish I knew.” Fear made Zecora’s voice rise in pitch as the much smaller pony looked up and up and up at the stallion in front of her.
“Who me? Um...hmm,” The black horse seemed to take a moment to think, his head moving off to the side to showcase his powerfully corded neck to the wide eyed zebra, before nodding and turning his full focus back onto the mystic. “I think...I may be unsure, but my name is Cere’Qul...probably.” The stallion snorted a derisive whinny as he furrowed his brows in contemplation.
“You…” Zecora offered gently, a nervous step towards the altar she did take. “Are you not sure of your name.” A shake of the larger male’s head made a solemn look cross over the zebra’s face. “This be a shame.”
“It’s what happens after a while,” The stallion said somewhat jovially. “you end up forgetting a lot of things when you have too much time on your hooves and no one to talk to.” Another moment of contemplation later and the black beast found himself laughing like a colt. “I don’t even remember why I’m here! Just that I’m here!” A blank look from Zecora later and the stallion stopped his chortling. “That’s not a good thing, is it?” the zebra could only shake her head at the larger horse. “Hmm, well, um...what do I do know?” The honest confusion brought Zecora’s guard to her feet as she shook her head in bemusement.
“Not sure, that I am, of the plight which binds you, but curious, I am, of how to untie you,”
“Untie me?” If it were possible a visible question mark would have appeared above Cere’Qul’s head as he stared at the smaller pony in confusion. “Where am I tied to?” A flip of his red-orange mane found the black beast looking around in bewilderment as he could see no ties holding him down. Those at least would have given him something to play with while he was stuck...wherever he was stuck at.
“You do not understand,” Zecora said with a shake of her head. “For this I must amend, but tied to the realm of the unliving, this you are trapped in,”
“OHHHHH!!!! Yeah, I’m stuck here, wherever here is,” the stallion said with a few bobs of his head. “Though I’m not sure why or how, but I know it has something to do with that shiny on the table beneath me.”
“Figured this out, I have already done,” Zecora said as she walked over to the altar, a concentrated look strapped fully onto her face. “but whether to hide and run, I have not summed.”
“Huh?” Cere’Qul blinked at the zebra in total confusion before giving her a weak smile. “D-do you always speak in rhyme?”
“It is a problem I have always bared, but all in all, it is what I must share,” Zecora sighed as she thought of things best left unspoken.
“Well, that’s, uh, nice. But it makes it a little hard to understand you.” The black stallion chuckled a whicker as he watched a sullen look cloud the once pretty features of the pony’s face. “Aww, don’t let it get you upset. I find it...kinda cute, in a way.” That got Zecora’s full attention. “Hey, it could be worse, you could have no one to talk to and end up talking to yourself for several decades.” At that, Cere’Qul looked somewhat abashed.
A heavy silence permeated the air between the two for several minutes as neither knew what to say. It was a sleepy yawn from the stallion which broke the tension.
“I-I’m...sorry...but...being like this...really drains me…” Cere’Qul shook his mane to rid himself of the fatigue which was slowly overcoming him. “‘f you’re going to...do something along the lines of freeing me...could you do so kinda quickly before...I fall...asleep…” Zecora watched as the visage of the larger male began to flicker in and out, a sure sign that his waning powers were in desperate need of recharging.
‘To free him I should, ‘less I be stuck in this place for all of time, but what shall become of me once he is allowed to roam free with my kind?’ This was the question to which Zecora had been contemplating ever since she had laid eyes on the majestic stallion.
It was obvious that the other had been locked away for good reason, though it appeared that that reason had been lost to time. In talking with the other horse it was clear that his mind had somewhat deteriorated from the lack of contact with others, so perhaps that meant that he was of little danger to those in the outside world, but what if it were all a clever trick? A trap made unclear by a cunning mind? Zecora wasn’t sure if it were wise to chance the fate of her people, nay, her entire world on the mutterings of a obviously confused, or rather, attention seeking stallion, but if she didn’t would she ever see home again?
“Well, goodnight,” The flaring eyed horse said, his form fizzling out as exhaustion rolled over him.
It was in that moment that Zecora made a decision, one that she would often contemplate over for years to come.
****
“So this is the outside world!” The newly freed black stallion asked as he flipped his head around wildly while tasting the sweet wind brushing through his mane. “I think...yes, I’ve actually missed this!” A happy whinny ripped through the air as the black stud lifted himself onto his back legs, his forelegs kicking at the sky in eagerness to romp. “Thank you ever so much for freeing me from back there, Zecora!” The stallion dropped his legs to the ground, the earth trembled as he did, and then turned his face to the left to smile at his new companion.
By his side Zecora chuckled somewhat playfully as she watched the excited beast pant and groan while shaking his mane to and fro. “A pleasure it was, this I can agree,” Having jumped onto the altar to kick the black gemstone as hard as she could, the smaller zebra thanked her guardian stars that she had been right in her thoughts. Breaking the jewel in question had indeed freed the two of them from the chamber they were trapped in, though for Cere’Qul it proved to free him both from the unseen world and his lonesomeness as the grateful stallion nicker and laughed while dancing around Zecora.
“Come on!” The black stud cheered. “I want to see everything that’s changed while I was away!” Zecora would have said something to the conjecture, mostly on how a horse four times the size of the average pony might have driven the populace into a frenzy, however, before the black and white mare could utter a word, her newfound charge dove off for the fields in front of him.
‘What have I done, now I must run!’ Zecora whined before darting off behind the the black beast.
Up above them two figures flapped along the sky as they watched the flame haired beast cross the grounds where the temple Zecora had been, gaily unaware of their presence.
By the time Zecora was able to catch up to Cere’Qul the black and white pony felt as though her legs were going to drop out underneath her.
“That was fun!” Cere’Qul said, his muzzle raised to the sky as he spoke. Down below him Zecora gave the other a tight smile, her muzzle was panting hard as her heart threatened to burst from her chest.
“That is an opinion, one for which I have no…” Zecora felt her brain stop as she tried to think of a word that rhyme with opinion. ‘Minion? No. Kenyen? No.’ standing there with a confused look on her face, Zecora never noted how Cere’Qul moved away from her to take a drink from the stream nearby, the larger horse having only come this way once he had taken a whiff of the divine scent that was the liquid in question. Not having a corporeal form meant that the stallion had forgotten about some of the needs that went along with a body in question, so in leaving the zebra to ponder the quandary of her own thoughts, Cere’Qul went to go and slake his thirst.
At the edge of the river the black stallion lowered his head to dip down, but stopped to take a look at himself. Firelit eyes blinked in wonder as the onyx horse took note of the form in which made up his physical form. “This is...me?” Cere’Qul thought. “I...don’t even recognize me.” the truth stung a bit as the black horse watched the powerful form which flexed at his command move like a puppet at a master’s whim. “Just who am I?” Cere’Qul narrower his eyes, working his brain into overtime as he tried to recall some fact that might lead him to the answer which eluded him.
A flash of memory made the stallion take a step away from the pool.
Fire and heat…
Flesh and feeling…
Something old, primal...beating underneath his chest…
A fight...with someone...another male…
A place which seeped with red...and yellow...and sparked like the sun at twilight…
Three voices in his head...all of them his own? Or maybe...not…?
Pain!!!
So much pain!
Another male bit into his neck! There was blood and sweat…
FEAR!!!!!!
A hoof met his nose, breaking it….but he still had another...to fight with…
Taking the upper hand...or hoof rather by bitting the other’s leg off…
ANGER!!! RAGE!!!
HIS TERRITORY!!!
NO RIGHT!!!!
Another flash…
Memory of another time…
Him with others…
Male...female...neither...both?
They all came to him.
Worshipped him with touches and kissed and…
He was over someone...male...or female…
A feeling of heat and tightness and pleasure…
His blunted teeth wrapped around a neck…
THRUST!!! He was in!
So much heat!!!
A heaviness underneath him!!
RIGHT! So right!
He belonged there! Like this!
HIS! HIS! HISHISHISHIS!!!!!
Another flash…
Cold...alone...angry...sad…
Alone.
Fear…
Quiet…
Cere’Qul came back to himself just as he felt something underneath his legs draw his attention. Turning his head back behind him, the black stallion lowered his head and then gape as he watched twin spires push out from underneath his sheaths. He hadn’t even paid that part of himself much attention as he was so elated with being free that nothing else seemed important, but now though, ‘I...did I...why do I have…?’ Cere’Qul tried to think over what it meant for him to have such endowments. They honestly seemed counterproductive to their purpose with the two of them fighting against each other as they rose forth to stand almost all the way underneath his belly before…
‘Gniod uoy era tahw?’ A voice called out into the back of the stallion’s mind.
‘What?!?!’ It was the only statement he could think of to fully express his sense of alarm. Prancing backwards in confusion, the large beast looked around wildly for who could have spoken to him. Of course, all he saw were the jade eyes of a certain zebra looking up at him in confusion.
“Worry has overcome you, are you feeling well?” Zecora asked, the zebra having decided to try and take hold over her rhyming phrases after she found herself stumped over what word went in time with obfuscation.
“Uh...no. No. I…”
‘Merah rou kcab ekat!!!!’ The voice inside of his head cried and Cere’Qul actually whinnied in fright startling Zecora.
“Cere’Qul, what has you so mad with worry!” the pony mystic asked after seeing her new companion’s eyes flicker from orange to red to orange again.
“I...I’m not sure.” The black stud answered honestly.
‘Niaga sruo eb llahs sruo si tahw!!!’ He was ready for the next outburst, though Zecor wasn’t.
“Shut up!!!” The black and white pony looked hurt as she took two steps back from the larger male. “No, not you, Zecora. This idiot inside of my head.”
“ENIMENIMENIM!!!!” a surge of heat welled within the black stallion’s pricks and soon Cere’Qul found himself panting in some confusion as he actually began to feel his blood boil underneath his skin.
The fact that the ground underneath him began to sizzle from where his glowing hooves were touching the grass probably didn’t help any.
“Cere’Qul,” Zecora careful stepped up close to the other male, mindful that this was what her fears had warned her over before back at the ruins, that she was dealing with something that went beyond the scope of her abilities to handle.
It was obvious to her that the black stallion was not a regular pony. That was obvious just by looking at him. However, just exactly what the other was the zebra wasn’t sure of. With his head held down, hard panting breaths ghosting out from in between his parted lips, steam rising from all around his sweat soaked form, the pony mystic had no idea what to say or do that would calm the other male.
“Cere’Qul,”
“Enim saw ti!! Eh dah on thgir!!!” The flame haired stallion shouted, his muzzle snapped to the air as a surge of flame swirled out around him, scorching everything in its path save Zecora who shielded herself.
“Enim erew yeht!! Esu ot enim! Ekat ot! Evol ot!!” Of course Zecora had no idea what language the other was speaking in, despite her extensive knowledge of most things magical, just her luck.
“I-I don’t understand you!” Zecora, against good common sense, walked over to the other male. The need to try and help him outweighing what should have been obvious a time to run away.
“Uoy lliw eb eht tsrif!” Cere’Qul snarled, a very terrifying thing for a creature who was not meant to perform such an act. Blood red eyes glared at the smaller pony causing Zecora to take several steps back as she watched a demon stallion advance on her.
‘Oh great Celestia...what have I unleashed…!!!’ The zebra asked before she charged at the larger male.
Caught offguard, Cere’Qul had no time to defend himself as he found himself knocked back by the force of a magically charged pony. Mind still reeling from the whirlwind of madness which had overtaken his thoughts, Cere’Qul had just enough time to whicker in fright before he found himself crashing into the river behind him. The larger mass of the bigger horse caused the water to rise up like a tidal wave as the onyx hit the pool like bolder, however, the fiery horse caused the liquid within the boil so fast that steam billowed up before the other could even get wet.
When next a form moved it was with Zecora darting out of the water, her body glowing with wisps of green and blue light as her emerald eyes glowed hotter than firelight as she glared at the steam filled river before her.
Seconds passed without Cere’Qul making a move. The larger form of the greater equine seemed to have collapsed within the pool. It was only after the steam began to wave and the water from upper area of the river started to flow like normal once again that…
“He-help!!!” The sputtering noises of a drowning horse made Zecora lower her defences as she ran over to see what she could do to help.
Somewhat embarrassingly Cere’Qul was busy thrashing around like a colt as his sopping form crashed over itself as the other tried to get himself out from the river.
“Do not splash so much, you will only get yourself in a crutch,” Zecora said, chiding herself somewhat for her rhyming once again, before she dove into the water to help the other horse out.
It took a few shoves but once Cere’Qul was free the black stud sighed and then, “Thanks, Zecora,” The stallion said before sighing and dropping himself onto the ground in exhaustion. The dirt underneath him was still scorched from his previous outburst, but still, it was better than the river.
“It is not a problem,” The smaller pony said before chuckling softly, her wet made was draped along the side of her neck, droplets of water dripping onto the ground. “Are you alright now, though I must ask.” Green eyes looked somewhat worriedly down at the panting stallion.
“I…” Cere’Qul asked after some uncounted moments, “I’m not sure.” The black stud whinnied softly before turning his head down to look himself over. The flames that once danced along his body had all but disappeared as the larger beast found himself once again black and silky with strings of red covering his form. His mane was quietly shimmering with a darkish crimson light while the glow from his orange colored hooves shone like a weak firefly’s bulb, so all in all, he looked...fairly demonic. Which, in this case, counted as normal.
Again, silence reigned between the two equines as neither knew exactly what to do or say or think as they let the running river behind them continue to run on.
****
“Are you sure you should let me stay here, Zecora?” Cere’Qul asked for the fiftieth time making the zebra roll her eyes before turning to look at him wearily.
“You are invited to my home with pleasure, and, yes, you may stay at your leisure.” The zebra mystic felt that in some ways the demonic horse was now her responsibility, she having released him from his prison and all, so it only made sense for her to take care of him.
“I...don’t know if I should, I mean...back then...today...I…” Cere’Qul wasn’t sure what he could say as he found himself terrified, if only slightly, of what had happened earlier. Just what was with that voice which had taken over his thoughts? And why, even now, could he still hear it stomp and roar at him, a desperate cry for something that the other didn’t even know in its every utterance.
“It is...ok, Cere’Qul.” Zecora said honestly as she looked up at the larger male. The two of them had long since passed the trail which led to the zebra’s hidden alcove and now the two of them stood together before the mystic’s hut.
The demonic stallion looked around a little unsurely as he noted the various masks and paraphernalia, all of which seemed to be watching him. “uh, you...live here, Zecora? Willingly, I mean?” Having been trapped inside of another dimension had given Cere’Qul a great sense of humility when it came to respecting the world in which he now lives...but still, this place just freaking creepy.
The zebra chuckled demurely at the larger horse before nodding at him. “Come,” Zecora nodded and the door to her tree opened allowing a yawning darkness to appear before the two of them. Cere’Qul, of course, stopped dead in his tracks. “We will go and work on finding out what has happened with you.”
“Or...I could stay out here...maybe a mile away...you...just to be safe,” The larger beast said warily before grunting as something began to drag him forward into the hut.
“No. No. You come in,” Zecora said right before disappearing into her home.
‘Do I have to?’ The stud whimpered before he was drowned in darkness for a second time within his life.
“Now, we will see what is the matter with you,” Zecora said as she walked around the black stallion who now had beads and other materials strew within his flowing orange mane.
Cere’Qul chuckled nervously before opening his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything to deter the mystic pony a green power was blown into his face. A shirt sneeze later and then world began to spin around violently.
“uh...Zecora…” The black stallion tried to say after he opened his eyes and noticed that there were three of the same pony moving around him. “Do you have sisters?”
“No,”
“Oh, ok, well I think I’m going to toss up the grass I ate earlier if you won’t stop running around so fast.” And then the world went...black.
When next the world was returned to light...Zecora found herself underneath the muscled form of the towering demon stallion.
“Uoy! Tsrif eht eb lliw uoy.” And then Cere’Qul found himself meeting a wall again. The potions and fixtures along the shelves met the floor because of the sudden impact of the larger horse crashing into them, though that didn’t stop the the black stud from picking himself up and shaking himself down. “Tsrif demat eb lliw uoy os? Elbatpecca.” The dark horse spoke, a lick of his broad red tongue from out of his muzzle to show his glee.
“You will not be able to get away with you tricks here, for here, this place will be yours to fear,” Zecora stood with righteous fury glowing in her jade eyes as she looked upon the male whose pricks were beginning to grow long in between his head.
“!slaof gnorts raeb llahs evah llahs I tsrif eht! “Yltaeg em esaelp seod siht!” The stallion roared in glee, his massive phalluses surging between his legs as he reared himself up before stomping down hard enough to shake the tree he and Zecora were in.
The fight between the two was brutal and to show this Zecora’s home was made a shambles by both herself and Cere’Qul driving one another into the sides of the treehouse over and over again. More than once had it seemed as though the wood would collapse, or break entirely after the larger black horse was flung across the side of the room, but never once did Cere’Qul meet the outside world. It was only when the two equines were drenched in magical elixirs of a various nature and sweat soaked that a victor was called. However, it was not as one would have expected.
“Hguone! Gnol oot no nward sah emag eht!” Cere’Qul roared, the flames of his mane surged outwards burning the top of the treehouse making a thick black smoke billow before stomping his hooves onto the ground hard enough to shake the entire tree.
When next the large brute moved it was with a slow and determined trot as he made his way over to the tired Zecora. Snapping her head to look at him, the zebra was not ready for what she saw.
“...su rof uoy era yhtrow...eram ym…” Cere’Qul crooned just as two hazy horse heads appeared along the sides of the black stallion’s center head. Blinking in confusion, Zecora began to pace herself backwards as she tried to think of what to do next.
She honestly didn’t want to hurt the other, but as she watched the two other heads manifest themselves into almost solid-like forms it was obvious that she was to be royally screwed. In fact, by the look of the twin pricks swaying between the demon stallion’s legs, she was going to be literally screwed as a thick sauce began to drip down from the twin tips of the black stud’s thick lengths.
“Slaof ruo htiw uoy deerb yam ew taht os su ot revo flesruoy evig won.” Three voices called out as one making Zecora’s head spin slightly as she tried to shake her thoughts clear.
“Not today you will not!” The zebra mystic said before she charged at the larger male, her form glowing with the green light which had overtaken her just minutes prior.
Of course, her second attempt to piledrive the other equine into the ground was met with...Zecora being held midair by a strange psychic force.
“Rehtom rieht as uoy htiw duorp dna ythgim eb lliw slaof ruo.” Cere’Qul chanted, his three heads chuckling together as one as they stared deeply within the zebra mare’s eyes.
Like a ball being dropped down the side of a cliff, Zecora felt her thoughts falling into darkness as she drifted down...down...deep into...obscurity…
“Eno elttil, devoleb tsom rou eb lliw uoy.” The demon stallion crooned as he reached forward with his only corporeal head to nuzzle into the front of Zecora’s face.
Zecora tried to fight, kicking her legs to and fro as she did do, but there was little for her to hang onto as she slipped away into the dark. However, this was the zebra’s playing field and that meant that she had backup for which she could all on. When the mystical pony’s senses collapsed as Zecora fell asleep the room around Cere’Qul began to shake and shiver, as though seeing its owner’s peril. The demon horse’s three heads looked around in distress as six eyes watched the world around them shift and churn like paint spread onto a canvas. A bolt of light and sound hit the black stud from out of nowhere throwing Cere’Qul against the far wall, causing him to drop Zecora from where she was being held.
The two extra heads of the demon stallion faded away like a flame being snuffed out in an instant and soon all that was left was a confused black horse shakily groaning against the floor.
“Su...rof ned doog...a eb ton lliw...ecalp siht.” Cere’Qul moaned before getting back up to his feet.
Shaking his fluttering red mane, the demon horse listened as the tree began to groan, his senses fully aware that he was about to be struck again. Gathering his strength the stallion made his way over to Zecora, who was still down for the count, and then settled himself over her. Another bolt slammed into him but the demon horse barely moved as he whickered in defiance before raising himself up onto his back hooves.
“Sruo eb lliw eno siht tub!!!!” The stallion cried out and then let loose a torrent of hot, sticky pre-come gush free from him loins onto the little mare underneath him.
Instantly a second bolt hit him square into the groin causing the stallion to cry out in pain, but soon a hush filled the room as Zecora groaned and then pushed herself up onto her feet. When the next flood of liquid sprayed from out of the demon horse’s twin cocks they did so right onto the zebra’s muzzle.
“Mialc rou edam evah ew!!” Cere’Qul roared in challenge, to which, Zecora answered by blinking and then lifting her muzzle to press her nose into the stud’s leftmost cock.
When the zebra let her tongue slip out to lick at the long shaft the only sound that followed was the neigh of a great stallion calling out to the world in glee.
“Sruo si ehs!!!!” The demon horse called out before thrusting his hips forward.
Zecora seemed to be in a mini-trance as she slurped her muzzle along the hard piece of flesh which still oozed with juice. Glowing green eyes were tinted with a bright orangish glow, but that seemed to be a moot point to both horses as the larger stallion continued to sway his pelvis forward into the now opened mouth of his new mate. Large equinan balls swung back and forth between Cere’Qul’s legs as he humped forward, somewhat forcing Zecora to choke on the hard meat that was now fully inserted into her throat. The bulge that formed with the mare’s esophagus seemed to almost threaten to choke the smaller zebra as the girth rolled back and forth through the mystic pony’s muzzle. However, Zecora seemed not to take notice of this as she rolled her face around while bobbing back and forth over her stud’s cock.
Not to be left out of the sensual play, Cere’Qul’s second cock continued to gush pre-come out onto the little female’s backside, drenching her down with stallion musk as the larger male made his claim for the other known both inside and out.
Several minutes of slathering over the larger male’s prick later and Zecora found herself being given a much needed break as Cere’Qul pulled himself back. The dazed zebra looked up at the other in some confusion, her eyes growing wide as she asked a voiceless question up to her mate,
“No evom su tel os, su seticxe esaelp ot ssenregae ruoy.” The stallion whispered while leaning down to nuzzle the tip of his snout into his mare’s neck. The heavy scent of his musk made a shiver roll throughout the stud’s body as his long, red tail flipped behind his back excitedly.
Pulling back to lick his tongue along his edge of his lips, Cere’Qul pushed Zecora around so that her rump faced his front. As expected from their intimate play, the monochrome pony’s cunt was wet with her own secretions as the need to breed had long since overtaken her. Fluttering his lips over those twin mounts, Cere’Qul licked his tongue down over Zecora’s nethers twice before moving up to the tight little bud winking at him.
With two phalluses it only made sense for the demon horse to want to bury himself into the smaller horse as far as he could, so when his warm and wet tongue slipped into the tight hole Zecora could do nothing but pant and moan in glee as she flung her tail up over her mate’s face. Thanks to his magical nature the demon horse was able to spread his little mare open without hurting her, despite most of his body reaching a temperature hot enough to boil water. Drool leaked out around the rim of Zecora’s hole as the stallion ate the smaller pony out with long, wet slurps of his tongue. The heated noise caught the attention of several figures watching outside, but none did anything to disturb the two equines.
When Cere’Qul next pulled his tongue back out from Zecora’s backside a string of drool ran down the edge of the horses lips. A quick flick broke the line of saliva connecting the two together.
“Htrae siht otno kcab dnik ruo deerb llahs ew, won!” Cere’Qul whinnied right as he stepped forward and over onto Zecora’s back.
When next the world breathed it was to the sound two horses crying out together in carnal bliss. The male seemed to make the loudest shriek as he screamed to the surrounding earth of his rapture at the new mare which he had now broken in. Down below, the still mesmerized Zecora seemed to only show untainted happiness dressed onto her muzzle as she panted hotly while grinding her thoroughly spread pussy and tailhole against the arm thick spires which held her open. The next shove of Cere'Qul's hind legs into the smaller pony found a groan bouncing out across the walls as nature took its place inside of that treehouse.
Thick forelegs rested securely onto the side of Zecora’s head as her mate began to furiously thrust himself forward into her, his heavier weight somewhat dragging her down onto the floor as his twin shafts filled her body to bursting. The fact that that the demonic stallion’s testicles were rolling back behind his body as his cum began to churn within his body, or the fact that lines of reddish orange energy pulsed alongside the larger horse’s black frame, went totally missed by the pair as the black stud began to quickly hump himself forward into his mare.
No words were spoken by the pair as they began to dance a dance older than time. There were no needed as the larger stud did what came natural as he bred his smaller mate with fast, almost furious thrusts of his hips. Grunting a neigh of concentration, Cere'Qul wasted little time in letting the zebra beneath him prepare as he split her open along his cocks, running both long shafts back and forth throughout the smaller pony with such force that they made Zecora's stomach bulge almost obscenely. However, that turned out to be exactly what the other horse wanted as she shiver and whinnied while thrusting her monochrome ass back against the male which was mate raping her.
Gouts of thick pre-come ran free from both of the zebra's hole as Cere'Qul's plump testicles dribbled with the beginning of what would be a deluge of male sap so thick that it would spill from out of the smaller mare's throat. Lines of dark fire coils like ropes along the stallion's form as he bucked and rode Zecora hard into the afternoon, his pace growing faster and harder as he snorted along the pony's backside. If anyone else had seen the two together they would have been somewhat disgusted by how feral the larger stallion looked, his crimson eyes lit afire by his raw need to breed as streaks of drool dribbled down the side of his teeth, which just so happened to be gnashed together. The flexing veins running along the demon horse's neck seemed to look like living things as they send frantic blood coursing throughout the larger male's form.
Chest hammering tight as he worked with extreme focus, Cere'Qul barely noted how his cocks rammed deep into Zecora's pussy and ass, all but splitting the smaller female opened. The juices which dripped down the pony's legs were a testament to how rough the stallion was being with her, yet at the same time, not a drop of red could be seen from where the two were united. Not that Cere'Qul would have given too much thought over this, after all, never once had any of his mates in the past complained over how brutal had been with them. Even when his teeth found their way onto the sides of their necks as he held them down while shuffling his hips into them with almost battering force-like ferocity. He sadly couldn't do that with the smaller Zecora, the little zebra wasn’t big enough for him to take her nape into his jaws therefore he was left gritting them together as he pumped himself deeper and deeper into the mare. Instead, Cere'Qul had to suffice himself with the feeling his medial ring pop back and forth inside of his mate's rear end.
The suction of those two holes, their tightness gripping him so hard that they actually made dark sparks pop in front of the demonic stallion's eyes. By the netherworld's light, it had been too long since he had indulged within the paradise that came from breaking a new mare open. How he had longed for this while trapped within the cold darkness of space between space. There was nothing that could compare with it; no wine as hot as the feeling of his twin pricks being massaged by a body too small to take what he was. No ecstasy as delicious as that of knowing that soon he would spill his cum into his mare, seed her with his children and then do so again and again and again until time ended. Nothing! NOTHING could compared to this indescribable madness and Cere'Qul promised himself that he would never be denied this pleasure as he ground himself into Zecora, wishing beyond hope that the next mare which he broke would be just as good once he found and claimed her.
Hooves kicking up against the ground, Cere'Qul could feel the first of what would be a number of loads threatening to spill out from his balls into his mate's belly. How he longed to see her, as well as many others, thick and round with his foals. To have them spread out onto the earth as they had once before when the sun was put a smoldering sphere of red that neither rose nor fell. To see them charge across the land in droves of flame and sweat and lust as they dominated the world once again with him at the head of the herd. His fluttering mane dancing in the wind as an everlasting night followed his cry of ecstasy while his twin shafts rained down across the earth, trailing with the proof of his virility. The thought of such wondrous times made the stallion neigh as loud as he could as he worked to deep dick the smaller zebra, pulling his twin dicks out of Zecora so far that barely the tips remained within the smaller mare.
The scent of lust ran rampant within the room while flickering flames dances all around. Acrid smoke billowed out of the treehouse causing alarm to the surrounding animals within the Everforest, however, none of that mattered to the two horses. Zecora was too far lost as she wallowed within the throes of pleasure. He stomach felt like it was ready to burst as her mate filled her time and again with his glorious cocks. His pussy had never felt so broken as she pushed herself back against her mate's hammering thrusts, while her ass felt as though it were being warped into a sleeve meant only to receive the demon stallion's cock. So twisted was her enjoyment at being used by the larger male that Zecora didn't even take note of the fact that she didn't even noticed that pearly ribbons of drool were leaking down the sides of her lips, though it wasn't saliva that she exuded. No, the thick lines were too syrupy for that.
A few fevered grunts later and time seemed to come to a halt as Cere'Qul whickered and then whinnied as his first climax overcame him. The flood of rich, stallion cum that surged into Zecora filled the smaller pony to the bursting as the two spires within her pulsed and flexed while dumping the black stud's seed from his balls into her backside. Shrieking from the heat that burned like a fire inside of her, Zecora had two orgasms at once as he fluttering nethers and clenching tailhole squeezed, jerked and all but crushed Cere'Qul's cocks. Not that the demon stallion minded this in the least.
In truth, the black stud found it amusing how his mate tried to hug him tight with her form as his fluids rounded her belly. The sight of Zecora, her legs being lifted off of the ground as her stomach grew and grew from the pent of stallion's seminal fluids running through her made for a very…erotic sight, at least to Cere'Qul as he lowered his head down onto the zebra's side to nuzzle her expanding form. Backside still thrusting forward to get every last drop of cum into her, the demonic horse chuckles as he watched the smaller female try to clench her lips shut to keep his see from bursting out of her muzzle, but there was so stopping the heavy load of male sap which found itself backed up inside of her via his medial rings.
" Eno elttil, tuo ti tel." Cere'Qul murmured as he licked the side of his mate's throat causing her to moan for him.
That proved to be Zecora's undoing as the monochrome pony's throat quickly filled and then heaved as several cum filled coughs.
" Lufituaeb os. Slaof ruo rof rehtom trefrep a ekam lliw uoy." The demonic horse whispered, his tongue moved to the front of his mate's muzzle to taste himself on her tongue.
It took several minutes but once Cere'Qul's body calmed down from the zenith it had just trailed across the black horse huffed a sigh before pulling himself back from out of Zecora's worn form. Sweat soaked and glowing with pleasure, both Zecora and Cere'Qul looked like the perfect picture of ecstasy as they stood together, the lager black male over the smaller monochrome female. When the demonic horse popped his twin shafts out of the pony a literal wave white sap trailed out of the female's twin holes. A thankful groan passed from Zecora's lips as she felt her belly and pussy release some of the cum which were stored inside of her.
"Koot ti fi ees s'tel, won." The black stud said, not that Zecora could understand the strange language in which he spoke. When he broad muzzle found its way down to her cunt the zebra shuddered, though.
A few tentative sniffs were met with a disproving whicker as the demon horse lifted his head to whinny unhappily.
Zecora never knew what the other equine said as he roared something unintelligible at her, but when next she could collect her senses the zebra found herself groaning and then yelping as she was reintroduced to the two shafts which had broken her.
Glass eyes wide with excitement, the monochrome pony could only neigh in glee as her pussy and ass were given a second workout of the afternoon.
****
Consciousness returned to Cere'Qul in bits as pieces as he shook his head to sweep away the cobwebs which had grown inside of his mind after he had breathed in whatever funky dust it was which the zebra pony had blown into his face.
'Ahh, my aching head, and what is this thing that bouncing on my stomach?' the black stallion asked before gaping as he looked down at himself.
Why he was on his back, that would be a mystery to answer for later, but as Cere'Qul gazed down at his torso he found that the thing which was causing his stomach to turn into knots was…Zecora…happily nuzzling and slurping away at his full distended cocks. Now, why his twin spires were fully elongated outside of his sheath, again, that was a mystery for later, but as the black stud looked on he found himself very intrigued by the sight of his hostess' body. Preferably the fact that the smaller zebra was sticky and dribbling with fluids from both her tailhole and her nethers, the latter having been stretched to almost a disproportional size as it seeped openly down onto his chest.
“O…k…” Cere’Qul stated as he looked around the room he found himself in, while wondering if this was all a dream. From what he could tell it looked as though a wrecking crew had come through to demolish the place. Books and potions laid bare onto the floor while the charred remains of both the ceiling and the wood underneath still smoked slightly from where they had been burned. The far window had been busted open, the front door was somewhat leaning onto its hinges, there was a sticky puddle underneath his backside…AND…Zecora was deep throating one of his pricks while grinding herself against the other.
'This is either a really, really good dream…or something important happened here.' Cere'Qul tried to think hard over what could have taken place here, he strained to recall any facts which might have led up to all of this that would make sense, but at feeling the smaller pony dip her tongue down along his medial ring, her slim but supple tongue rolling around the wide flare while she bucked herself back against his other pulsating cock, the black stallion merely shrugged and decided that it could wait until after the orgasm he felt was coming.
'Everything makes sense after one's balls are empty,' The stallion surmised as he bucked his hips forward, nearly choking Zecora onto the full length of his cock. The sweat, masculine scent of cum wafting about the air made the onyx horse whicker as his lips fluttered into the air like mad. The feel of the zebra mare's lips pressed tight against his loins, her nose almost touching his ballsack, while he delicate little hoof slipped up and down the side of his cock made the black equine groan and then gasp as he felt his boiling cum rise up out of his…somewhat sore balls.
There was no time to warn the little pony as Cere'Qul grunted, humped and then moaned as he spilled his seed up into the mystical zebra's throat. Thankfully though, there was so little left inside of the stallion's twin sacks that Zecora was able to swallow everything that her mate offered her, well everything out of the cock inside of her muzzle that is. To the one that she was lightly rubbing against the flood of cum merely pulsed out onto the side of her face and neck, drenching her down so much so that it made her already cream colored fur look glassy while her black stripes merely turned white.
Cere'Qul moaned and arched, his backside rolling against the slightly uncomfortable wood beneath him as he had the first orgasm in a long time overcome his confused mind.
'Oh gods!!' The horse though, his eyes nearly rolling into his head as his dark mane glowed bright beneath him.
When his orgasm began to taper off, a few dribbles of seed spurting up to land onto the long length of his unsheathed cock, Cere'Qul moaned and then sighed before lifting his head. What he found made the orange eyed stallion's muzzle drop.
"So," Zecora purred, her muzzle stained with his cum which ran down her hair onto her muzzle, "how long before you get other mares to play with us?" Jade eyes seemed to almost pin the larger male in place as Cere'Qul tried to stammer out something intelligent. When the little female's tongue slipped out to run along the length of her soppy lips, Cere'Qul managed to say the only thing that made sense at the moment.
"WHAT?!?!"
“Wait. Wait! Hold on! I did WHAT?!?!?!” Cere’Qul said, the black stud prancing back several steps as he looked at the recently washed Zecora as though the zebra pony was out of her gourd.
“Quite repetitively, I might add,” The smaller mare seemed to have taken on a completely different air as she sauntered around the larger stallion, her backside and tail casually rubbing up against him as she did. “Though I must say, to have it end was quite sad.” The mystical pony seemed quite sullen as she leaned underneath her mate to nuzzle his now sleeping cocks.
“O...k...I think we need a timeout,” Cere’Qul said, taking a few steps away from the other equine as he said this. “I...don’t even remember half of what you’re talking about, Zecora and then other half...I’m not even sure I want to know!” The black stallion whickered nervously, his long tail flickered behind him somewhat sharply to accent this.
Zecora chuckled, a sound which made the hairs on the stud’s body rise up in fear, before moving over to him, “Such a sad thing, especially with the way you made my body sing,” The zebra crooned, her jade eyes narrowed with playfulness as she looked up the startled horse trying to back further away from her.
“Um...maybe we should go our separate ways for now.” Cere’Qul muttered, his head turned down so that he couldn’t look the other into the eye. Especially since said eyes were causing...reactions within him that were best kept out of the picture for the moment. “I think...I’ll just go back to my ruins now. Uh...yeah...bye!” And like a shot, the equine took off, hurdling himself above Zecora with all of the majesty of his stallion people before hitting the earth with a hard stomp.
The zebra watched in idle amusement as her mate ran away from her, his hooves kicking up so much dust that it looked like an entire herd was charging after him. Had Cere’Qul looked behind him, he would have seen how the smaller pony’s eyes glowed green before she faded out of existence.
Racing back towards the way he had come, the black stallion tried to recall anything of what had happened between himself and Zecora.
‘I don’t remember anything?!’ He snorted, a shake of his head symbolizing his mounting frustration with himself. ‘Did...I really...did she…?’ A grunt of annoyance followed a whicker of anger as the horse kicked himself further and further, increasing his speed until he was almost flying as he raced along the grass underneath his hooves.
By the time Cere’Qul was ready to stop the horse found himself back to where everything had began.
‘If it ever so humble,’ He chuckled somewhat grimly, though why he wasn’t really even sure. ‘Maybe I’ll just stay here for a few days to work everything out,’ A nod of his head answered his voiceless question. ‘Yeah, things will make sense once I’ve gotten whatever it was that was in me, out.’ A sigh of fatigue later and the tired black stallion made his way over to a nearby rosebush to settle down for a nap. ‘It’s not like anything worse can happen with me here, not since Zecora told me that there was nothing here, save that room where we were in, and I’m definitely not going down there.’ The equine nodded to himself, so sure of his well placed plan that he never noticed two important events which could drastically alter his perception in the hours to come.
Settling down for a small nap, the exhausted Cere’Qul wasn’t aware of the stones within the ruins around him rumble, nor how the landscape seemed to shifted ever so slightly from his presence.
Up above, two figures circled the sky twice before one flew away to the horizon.
When next the stallion woke it was to the south of an apple placed in front of his nose. A juicy, red apple at that.
‘My favorite!’ Cere’Qul cheered. Standing himself up, the horse snapped up the small piece of fruit into his muzzle and then began to chomp on it gleefully, right before a mental tick made him freeze solid. ‘Wait a minute.’ A quick turn of his head later found the stallion nose deep into the bush he had been lying beside earlier. ‘There aren’t any apple trees around here!’ Crossing his eyes and then looking down, the black stud was slightly surprised when he found that another apple had appeared where the first had been. ‘O..k., now where did you come from?’
Flipping his head around after resuming his chewing, Cere’Qul let his orange gaze settle upon the sight of a pink form trying vainly to hide itself from him behind a rock.
‘Ok, not Zecora,’ He thought before swallowing the mashed pulp within his muzzle. ‘Should I go and see who this could be?’ If whoever they were had offered him food then they couldn’t be all that bad, but then again…
“Um, hello?” The stallion called out.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained as they say.
“H-hi…” A demure pony replied, she, as the female obviously way from the boobs hanging down from her chest.
“Um...you can come out. I’m not going to hurt you,” ‘I hope.’ Cere’Qul thought quietly, though careful not to say this to the other less he frighten the obviously shy mare away.
When the smaller female stepped out from behind the rubble she had been trying to use as a hiding space Cere’Qul got a very surprising treat as he watched the cream colored pony step out with two fluttering wings draped behind onto the sides of her body.
‘Susagep’ A voice spoke inside of his head and instantly the black stallion frozen.
‘Oh no, not you again.’ Cere’Qul thought in obvious fear.
The last time that voice had decided to speak out to him...things had turned for the weird. Not wanting to chance something else strange happening, the onyx horse trotted back away from the shy pony.
“Oh, um...I…” Of course, this only served to make the unsure mare cast her gaze down to the ground as she thought she was being rejected for some uncertain faux pas she made have committed.
‘Yats!!!’ The voice shouted causing Cere’Qul to freeze. "Eno siht morf nur ton lliw ew!!!"
“Excuse me?” The shy pony asked, her wide cerulean eyes blinking as she was sure she hadn’t understood the language for which she had just heard.
“Uh, who are you?” The black horse asked, his mind feeling as though a dark haze were overcoming his thoughts as the voice within began to grow loud within his ears. The fact that the ‘voice’ was becoming ‘voices’ did not bode well for the other.
“Oh, um...I’ Fluttershy.” That got a small smile from both the pony and stallion as the two looked upon one another. “Zeroca sent me out here to bring you some food?” It sounded too much like a question to be a statement. “She said that you were new in town and might be hungry, so I…”
Cere’Qul snorted slightly as he thought over a certain zebra he had come to know. ‘Why would she send this one here?’ The stud horse tried to come up with a good reason anyone in their right mind would send someone so obviously innocent into the arms of certain danger.
"Dreh eht otni reh emoclew."
“What? I don’t understand you?” Fluttershy asked as she took a step forward towards the larger male.
“I don’t understand me, so you’re not alone there, little one,” Cere’Qul laughed sadly. “Listen,” he said once the winged pony had taken another step towards him. “Do yourself a favor and go tell Zeroca that she’s not being very funny, would you?” The black horse added the last bit with a smile as he didn’t want to scare the other equine anymore than he himself already was.
“Um, is this...some kind of game you’re both playing?” Impossibly wide blue eyes blinked and Cere’Qul felt his heart melt just a little bit, which proved to be the wrong thing to happen at the moment as it caused his will to take a nosedive.
A grunt of pain followed a downward slope of the stallion’s head.
“A-are you okay?!” Fluttershy asked, her voice thick with worry.
“...yes…we are fine…” When next the stud horse lifted his head Fluttershy found herself gasping in awe as twin crimson eyes gazed back at her. “Forgive us for our rudeness, little one, but we have had a...very trying day.” The depth of the black stallion’s voice was so deep and husky that it made a shudder roll along the length of the winged pony’s body. “But we would like to thank you for your kindness for bringing us something to which we could nourish ourselves,” Cere’Qul trotted back over to the forgotten apple which Fluttershy had brought him and then snapped it up with a single strong bite.
“um...you’re...welcome.” Nervousness overtook the smaller mare as she looked over the larger equine with cautious cerulean orbs. Getting to the crux between the male’s legs made her blush as quickly tore her gaze away from ‘things’ for which she should not be looking at. “I...I have more, that is, if you’re still hungry.” The pegasi quickly made her way over to where the basket she had brought was resting inside of a small clump of flowers, completely unaware that the hungry stallion was looking at its next meal already.
‘Don’t hurt her!’ A voice shouted inside of Cere’Qul’s head making the demonic horse snort in displeasure.
‘Eno kaew, ereh detnaw ton si ecneserp ruoy! Enogeb!’ The stud cried, banishing the howling voice within him to the dark where it belonged.
“Ahh, ok, here they are,” Fluttershy said, a gay happy tone in her voice as she gripped the basket with her muzzle and then pulled it up. “You can have as many as you want…” the mare turned her head to smile at the other equine, but she instantly wished she hadn’t when she came face to sheath with something that shouldn’t have been within her peripheral.
“Thank you for the offer, little one, but I have a different hunger which needs to be sated as of now,” Cere’Qul chuckled, though it sounded as if three people were laughing all at one time as he did so. “Will you help me fulfill this need?”
Had Fluttershy been able to form coherent words the smaller pony would have said no, one of the few moments when her courage would have been born from fear, however, her throat chose that moment to lock up on her, turning the mumbling words into senseless babble for which none could understand.
“We’ll take that as a yes,” Cere’Qul said right as he moved himself further over the smaller pony to press her nose deep into his crotch.
The hot, musky smell of the male horse made little Fluttershy whimper as her entire body locked up on her as fear and...something else, seeped through the normally abashed mare’s mind. When a sudden thrust of powerful hips moved the tip of the long spire up against her muzzle the cream colored pony chose that as the wrong time to let out a meep of fear. As quick as a flash, the length which made up Cere’Qul’s demonic prick found itself a new home in between the smaller mare’s lips. Not wanting to give the other time to back away, the black beast stepped forward and then stomped a hoof down behind Fluttershy, forcing her to choke of the larger male.
“Do not worry, little one,” The dark horse spoke, his voice nearly purring as he began to slowly rock himself forward. “You will grow to like it soon enough,” A thick swallow of the startled mare’s throat later and the demon horse shuddered before whinnying loud to the sky. “Perhaps, much sooner than even I would have believed,”
And then the stud thrust forward with all of his might.
Fluttershy grunted as her throat was filled with the thickness of the demon stud’s masculinity. Her wide blue eyes widened even further as she tried to find some way to break free from the other, but there was no way out as the larger male had her locked between his left foreleg and his groin. Without much way out the cream colored pony did the only thing should could think of to try and remedy her situation, she bit down.
The whinny that Cere’Qul let out scared the birds for a half a mile, however, it was not the sound of pain which had startled the avians, but a cry of joy as his turgid member was treated to a tightness by which he had never felt before.
"Eno elttil, doog yrev! Erom! Erom!!"
This was probably the wrong time for Fluttershy to find out that the demonic stallion found pain to be the ultimate turn on. Letting out a growl which no horse should have been capable of, Cere’Qul thrust himself forward which as much power as his hips could muster, which, for a horse of his size and stature, that meant that the stallion of his size he nearly rammed the entirety of his cock into the smaller female’s throat, nearly getting down to her belly as he did so. His other unattended phallus, however, merely ran the course underneath the smaller mare’s underside, lifting the frightening Fluttershy up so that she was now literally caught between a rock and a hard place.
Stuffed full the smaller pegasus couldn’t do much as she tried to gnaw on the brute of a stallion’s cock. This kept causing the wrong responses out of the other though as Cere’Qul continued to thrust himself into the small mare’s muzzle, her keep were barely able to do much more than made tingles run up the other’s spine as he pumped pre-come deep into stomach. Mane flying throughout the sky, the black stallion grunted as he hilted himself into his new filly’s mouth, his cock nearly pressed out of the other side of Fluttershy’s backside as he grunted and ground himself into her muzzle. Eyes wide with fear, throat bulging with unrestrained stallion cock, Fluttershy felt her world begin to swim as he could literally taste the large beast’s phallus throb against her tongue.
“Eno elttil, pu uoy llif t'nac I fi ees s'tel, neht won." The black monster said as he pulled himself back, his long member slide free in all of its glory with a fine coat of moisture clinging onto the length.
Once all but the flared head was free Cere’Qul snicker a whinny before thrusting himself back into his little mare, her eyes and throat bulging like a balloon being inflated as his medial ring sealed the first eight inches of his cock into her windpipe before another push of his hips sent the rest down into the stomach. A squirm from beneath him made the stallion chuckle but other than that the demon horse seemed to take no notice of his new little mate’s distress. Sadly for Fluttershy, this meant that the mare was forced to learn down to deepthroat the other horse without either time or consent as Cere’Qul began to quickly fuck a pussy deep into her throat.
"Eno elttil, etisiuqxe! Taert a era ylurt uoy!" The laughing stallion cheered as flames began to flicker around his body. The surging light from the setting sun may have had something to do with the power that seemed to be curling around the black beast.
Groans of both pain and pleasure met the air as the two equines danced an old dance together there in the middle of the open field. Fluttershy seemed to take most of the brundt of what was happening, however, as she was forced to bob her head up and down alongside Cere’Qul’s cock, the heavy weight of the stallion’s chest knocking into her head, forcing her to tap her skull into the unrelenting foreleg behind her the reason for her sudden acceptance of the twisted sexual encounter the winged pony was suffering through. The fact that the Cere’Qul’s apple sized balls would push up against the smaller mare’s nose, drowning her senses in the musky scent of a virile male, only served to work in the demonic horse’s favor as it got the other to stop her useless struggling against him.
Not that it was doing her much good anyway.
Several minutes more the larger male kept up with his frantic thrusting, his legs never showing signs of tiring even as beads of sweat began to rise along his black flesh. In all of this time Fluttershy’s stomach began to fill ever so much as the larger male’s pre-come bubbled and churned inside of his guts making her feel somewhat light headed. Just on the edge of spilling his load, the stallion pulled himself out from Fluttershy’s throat. The wet ‘pop’ sound that echoed around the two made Cere’Qul chuckle, a habit which he was picking up very quickly now.
“Eno elttil, dreh eht fo trap a uoy ekam ot emit.” The black equine said, his foreleg pulling back to allow him the mobility to move himself around the confused Fluttershy.
Not sure which way was up at the moment, the winged pony wasn’t prepared for have her tail lifted up over across her back as something hard and greasy began to poke around at her backdoor. Blue eyes quickly widened with fear as Fluttershy’s senses began to return to her, but before she could take so much as a step to charge away from the other, he found her sacred virginity striped from her as the demonic stud locked both of his forelegs in front of her, trapping her in place, and then shoved himself forward!
The scream the pegasi let out cleared the birds for a mile.
Had Fluttershy been able to look behind her she would have been dismayed to see how her netherlips and tailhole were spread open like some bizarre figure eight as twin spires of blackish cock were implanted into her backside. Cere’Qul snorted and stamped a hoof against the ground, his teeth clenched tight as his heart hammered loudly into his ears while his cocks throbbed isnide of his new little mare making them glow somewhat in the firelight of the waning daylight. Licking his lower lip, the muscular stallion had to work hard not to instantly thrust himself forward into the smaller mare, not out of kindness for her, but more out of the fact that he didn’t want to break her in two.
A broken mare did not make for a good broodmare, after all.
Fluttershy hiccuped as her body sent waves of both pleasure and pain into her brain. Her lower half felt almost numb from where she was connected to the brute behind her, and yet, something...foreign began to invade the pegasi’s mind as her clenching nethers squeezed along the length of the larger male’s two cocks.
‘Why...why is this...feeling...good?!’ Fluttershy slowly began to realize that the pain she was in was slowly beginning to receded as her broken cervix shyly started to accept the heavy shaft which was pressed deep within it.
After a few moments, Cere’Qul began to feel the change in his new mate and quickly capitalized on this as he slowly pulled himself back out from the pony’s backend. Unlike with the winged mare’s throat, the suction that came from the female’s twin holes made the demon horse’s two pricks feel as though they were being dragged from a vice. Grunting from the exquisite feel of such a pleasurable sensation, Cere’Qul didn’t stop his retreat from the other. Popping his cocks out the black stallion looked down and smiled in glee as the cream colored mare’s broken holes weeped at him. Small dribbles of pre-come oozed out from them down onto the ground as Fluttershy rolled her head around to look at the bigger stud in confusions.
At the sight of bright blue eyes beginning up at him the demonic horse could do nothing more than whicker in triumph as he had broken another mare for his growing herd. Very soon it wouldn’t be long before he had a harem of females for him to breed his foals into. That thought made a whinny of glee split out from the black stud’s muzzle and Cere’Qul lifted his head to the sky before shaking his mane wildly to the waning light of the sun. Had anyone other than the current pair been there they would have taken a step back as the black horse seemed to almost swell with luminescent flames all along his darkened form. With the last few rays of the midnight sun trailing into the horizon it even looked like there were more than one head atop the stallion’s shoulders, but that was impossible.
Fluttershy couldn’t spare the time to care about such things, though, as she longed to return those wonderful cocks back where they belonged inside of her. Stamping a hoof against the ground to let the black male know of her need, Cere’Qul chuckled like mad before he granted his new mate her request. A quick flash of movement later and the two became one again.
The winged pony didn’t scream this time as she was taken, her muzzle did open to pant, however, as a growing heat began to swell within her. Pushing back against the larger horse, Fluttershy proved her eagerness as she felt her cunt open wide to allow her mate inside of her empty womb. Cere’Qul wasted little time in gloating over the change in the smaller female as he began to quickly thrust himself into the unused body of the cream colored pony.
Just as before with Zeroca, the black stallion’s twin pricks swelled the belly of the smaller pony to almost comical proportions, filling the other up so much that it looked like the mare was going to split open at any second. Thankfully for Fluttershy, the mixture of her juices and her mate’s leaking pre-come kept things from become gruesome. The thick liquid covered the vein covered phalluses, lubricating them enough so that the stud horse could move himself with fast paced humps as he ruined his mate for another of stallion. Huffing and grunting in pleasure, both equines stamped their feet against the ground, kicking up dirt and grass as they mated with each other with growing tandem.
Fluttershy, unlike Zeroca, was no prisoner of misfortune of magic this time as she pushed her rump back against the bucking hips of the muscular beast behind her. Wings fluttering onto her side, the small pony proved just how much she was enjoying what was happening as she threw her head up, muzzle dripping with saliva as he her body was treated to pleasure by which her mind could barely fathom. For his part, Cere’Qul merely snorted and huffed in rapture as he felt his balls churning in a oh so familiar way.
Grunting in frustration, the black stallion pushed his hips deeply into his mate, holding himself still somewhat as he did so, as he allowed Fluttershy’s nethers to work themselves over his staining cocks. He didn’t want the pleasure to end so quickly, but he had been so pent up from not having spread his seed inside of the little one’s muzzle that he felt that too much longer and he would fill the small female up with his come, not that this was a bad thing, but he wanted to milk this moment for all it was worth. There would be no returning to this time for either of them, that was one of the bad things about breaking a female in, once she was broken she could never be repaired again, at least, not after having a taste of his surging cocks when they blew deep inside of them.
Fluttershy seemed not to accept her mate’s feelings as she stamped a hoof against the ground in mounting frustration. She wanted, no, she needed to feel his seed inside of her. That molten hot lust which would send her body rocketing towards the rising moon. It was all she truly needed anymore out of life. All she could ever want.
And she would not be denied.
Letting out a neigh which surprised Cere’Qul, the black stallion was not prepared to have his mate suddenly rock herself back onto him. Her tight little frame locked tight around his as she squeezed herself down causing the demonic horse to bray to the sky like a struck beast before roaring as he came like a firehose off into the mare’s cunt and belly.
Pulse after hot pulse of cum fired off inside of the needy Fluttershy causing the cream colored pony to bark happily as she received the liquid warmth which would forever be her world. As before though, the smaller pony’s body couldn’t contain the intense flood of fluid which seeped inside of her causing Fluttershy to cough and then grunt as her swelling stomach ballooned wide. Grunting in despair the almost insane pegasi slammed her lips closed, block the only passageway for which her mate’s seed could seep out of her. Her eyes followed soon after as an intense pain began to overcome her senses.
A sudden thrust back behind her cause Fluttershy to gasp as she felt her world get turned around. Cere’Qul, seeing that his mate threatened to hurt herself in her need, had pulled himself back out of the mare, his cum gushing out her as his medial rings no longer acted as plugs to keep his seed trapped within her. A whinny of sadness broke free from Fluttershy’s muzzle as she turned to stare at her made in utter sorrow.
A large head came down to stare the other in the eyes, blazing orangish-red orbs glowed hotly as they admonished the mare of her foolishness before a gentle tongue ghosted free and into Fluttershy muzzle. The taste of her mate onto her palette sent the the cream colored pony’s senses into a frenzy and without having to be told she quickly began to kiss and lick all around Cere’Qul’s muzzle, sharing a taste of the stallion with the other.
It took several minutes before the two broke apart, Fluttershy’s need to be near the black stallion made her unwilling to move from where she was all but trying to suck the demonic horse’s tongue into her muzzle, but, alas, the stallion called a halt to her ministration and pulled himself free from her muzzle.
‘Ydeen si eno siht. Retal deifitcer eb ot evah lliw taht.’ Cere’Qul thought to himself as he looked down to where he and his mate were still connected. Both of the stud’s pricks were still pulsing with unresolved tension as his equine balls longed to dump another load into the whimpering Fluttershy, but knowing that he needed to try to wean to the other before he could let her have another taste, the black horse merely slipped himself free from the used pony’s cunt and tailhole and the turned his head off to the side.
“Tuo emoc!” He called and like a ghost hiding underneath a child’s there appeared Zucora trotting up to the side of Fluttershy’s side.
Instantly the winged pony ducked her head down, a large wing came up to hide both her face and her nethers from view, but the zebra simply ignored the other in favor of stepping up to her mate and master.
“You called, what stalled?”
“Rehcaet reh eb llahs uoy, gniniart deen eno siht.” The black stallion said, his words seeming to ring with purpose inside of the monochrome pony’s ears as she nodded up to him.
When next Fluttershy lifted her head to meet the sky it was to the sight Zecora looking down at her. The smile on the mystical pony’s face made the once again painfully shy mare smile in return.
Moments later both of Cere’Qul’s two mares were busy nursing from off of his twin pillars, Zecora helping the still needy Fluttershy learn moderation as she coached the other to nurse with care while the pegasus rubbed her boobs up along the length of her mate’s flesh.
‘I could get used to this,’ The black stallion said, never really noticing how his words had twisted around within his own ears.
Chapter 3 - Introduction (Plot Building)
When Cere’Qul woke it was the sight of both of his new mates snuggled up close to him, Fluttershy with her head near his groin while Zecora napped with her head on the other female’s posterior. Blinking and turning to watch the midday sun rising up over them, the demonic horse let out a quiet yawn before shaking his glowing mane to wave off the last vestiges of sleep from his mind. Careful not to disturb his two females, Cere’Qul slowly moved Fluttershy’s head away from his groin, watching with some mild amusement as the needy cream colored pony whimpered somewhat in her sleep, before easing the pegasus chin down onto the ground. Watching as the other shuddered a bit in her sleep, Cere’Qul bent himself low to nuzzle the little brood mare, easing her anxiety.
When the other returned back to sleep, the black stallion trotted over to where the ruins of his former prison were and then began to survey the mess.
‘This won’t do,’ He thought, not noticing how his words had changed from the strange language he had been speaking in just several hours prior. ‘Time has wrought our former home to naught but dust and dirt,’ He stamped a angry hoof onto the rocks underneath him, a spark of flame shot up in turn. ‘This will not be the black for which our brood shall return to the earth, we will not stand for it,’ Angrily snorting the stud walked around the dilapidated structure, taking note of what was and was not salvageable anymore as he did so. ‘Most of has become worthless, but some still bear the seeds of fruit.’
The black stallion moved around with care, snuffing across several stones which still glowed with the residue of power long forgotten, ‘We must return this land to its former glory...but how to do so?’ Architecture had never been the demon horse’s strong suit, nay, he was more suited to matters dealing with those who were meant to serve than building blocks out of clay and mud. ‘We must find servants then, ones who purpose is but to create,’ A snort followed by a tilt of the demonic horse’s head to the sky.
A quick sniff of the air revealed the scents of various creatures within the world, the senses of the dark stallion were much more acute now that his mind was settled and his lust made silent...for the moment. Picking up the signs of earth and sweat, clay and stone, Cere’Qul snorted with glee as he realized, ‘Earth workers,’ As what his kind called those who lived to channel the energies of the ground in substances usable by others. ‘They will do just fine for our purpose...but how to ensure their obedience?’
Turning his head to look at where his mates were still sleeping, Cere’Qul decided to probe the minds of the two mares for details. ‘Perhaps, after they awake,’ The stallion thought as he walked back over to where the two females were. Finding them still comfortably asleep, the demon horse shook his head and then silently left them be.
He was nothing if not magnanimous to the plights of those underneath him, especially when they have proven their loyalty and obedience in return.
‘Sustenance,’ The stud thought as he listened to his stomach grumble in want, ‘First we feed, and then we move to make other plans for the herd,’ With a whicker of glee, Cere’Qul clopped his way off to where he could smell fresh water and the sweet tang of fruit, his flowing orange tail snapping at his backside as he did so.
‘Such wonders this new world possess,’ He thought as he remembered times when food was scarce and clean water a dream, ‘This will make a very good home for our foals,’ Cere’Qul chuckled as he walked up to an apple tree and then took down a piece of fruit for himself.
It was later within the day when Fluttershy and Zecora woke up, though when they did it was to the sight of a bundle of apples laid out around them as a somewhat contemplative looking Cere’Qul busied himself with looking off to somewhere within the distance. The two ponies, happy with the offering they had just been given, hastily began to gobble up the treats in which their mate had left behind for them. Watching from out of the corner of his eye, Cere’Qul let a small smile tip the corner of his lips.
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Walking towards the mountain Zecora had spoken of earlier, the demon stallion found himself somewhat unimpressed by the sight of the creatures in which lived in this part of his the world. Huge brutes which walked on all fours as well as on two roamed the landscape like lumbering oxen, mindless of their surroundings and the creature which looked down upon them.
‘Our striped mate was right, they do not seem to be the most fair creatures the realms have to offer,’ A snort followed this accusation as the scent of unwashed fur made a sneer rise up onto the black stallion’s face. ‘But then again, if they are simple as their looks would suggest, then they shall be perfect for what use we will make of them,’ Walking down the slope for which led to the small enclosed space for which the creatures below him habitated.
When one of them saw him the entire collective stopped and then turned to growl and bark at the stallion. Had he been a pony, Cere’Qul might have felt some fear as a large number of burly beasts charged at him like mad, but having lived in the dark where death was common, the stud merely stood in place as he watched the pack run towards him.
‘Pitiful, the whole lot of them,’ the stallion huffed even as he watched several sharp tipped poles point at him in menace.
A stomp of a hoof against the ground and fire exploded all around. The diamond dogs yelped and stumbled as they tried to keep from tumbling into the flames which now abound.
“Have you had enough of this foolishness, or must we seek blood instead of talk this hour?” The demonic horse queried as he looked up the cowering group of canines which huddled close to one another. Cinged fur and whines of terror made up the collective of once brave Diamond Dogs. Eyes wide with fear, the pack didn’t have a chance to run away as the dancing flames which had sprouted from the ground like weeds shimmered and snaked around them with hunger. “Is there a leader amongst your lot, or are you but waifs in need of order?”
Several canines looked between each other, most seeming to be confused as to what the oversized pony in front of them was, more than the words which had been spoken. How they managed to look to each other with any clarity was lost on Cere’Qul, however, as the plated masks which covered their faces kept even his keen sight from determining their thoughts.
When no one spoke some minutes later, all of the dogs could mutter were growls and grumbles of panicked distress, the stallion snorted and then reached behind his back. A flick of his head and a satchel burst free into the air, black gems as dark as night scattered onto the ground.
“Those who would desire these gems I will give to them freely, so long as you work to earn your wages,” Cere’Qul, on Zecora’s suggestion, had forged the gemstones which dotted the ground from the stones of his former prison mixed with the smoldering flames which forever bayed to his command. “Who amongst you will step up to this offer?” The red glow of the demonic horse’s eyes burned with curiosity as he spoke.
Several second passed with the Diamond Dogs looking between one another in confusion before someone took the bait. A single black and gray male carefully moved from the bunch, his fur short and unkept as the rest though his tail was docked and unspiked, and then picked up one of the jewels for which had been cast to the earth. Looking over the shimmering jewel the canine, through some manner or another, seemed to survey the gem as would a collector of fine art. Bringing it to his muzzle to take a sniff, Cere’Qul found himself unsurprised when the mongrel opened his lips and then popped the stone inside. The hard crunch-crunch-crunch sound of his work being devoured made the stud horse’s stomach turn somewhat, or perhaps it was the sight of black strained drool slobbering out from the creature’s maw that turned the demon’s belly.
“...good!” the Diamond Dog barked as he turned to look back at the other with triumph and glee. Instantly the others began to scramble for the black stones, many of them growling and snapping at each other as they did so, “You have more?!” The bravest one asked.
“If you work, you shall be paid,” The stallion nodded, his sincerity easy to see as he looked upon the other unfailingly.
With the speed of a bolt from out of the blue, the rest of the pack began to scramble around the black pony, many of them going so far as to turn onto their bellies to show the large horse their acceptance of his employment offer.
‘The simplest of creature is always the easiest to gain servitude from,’ The black equine thought with amusement, his memories from long ago reminding him of how his creator and predecessor had said the same such thing to him while showing him how to keep in line his own slaves and workers. “Be ready to leave soon then, for I have work for those who will follow me,” And with that Cere’Qul turned, walked over a canine who was busy rolling around on the ground before him and then made his way back up the slope for which he had come.
‘There’s so much to be done before our brood is ready to enter into the world,’ Cere’Qul thought as he kept a firm ear out for the beasts which scrambled after him. The sounds of forty pair of feet prancing together made the stallion grumble with mirth before his thoughts turned inward once again. ‘We must be ready though, for soon the earth shall swell the same as our mates,’ The black stud gave a look to the sky above, noticing how the darkness of night was slowly approaching.
‘Soon now, very soon,’ The sight of the horse beginning to gallop made the Diamond Dogs behind him yip and then howl as they charged behind the stallion which promised treasure behind their dreams.
Meanwhile, up above within a fluffy gray cloud, a single winged pony watched the charging group with suspicion and uncertainty.
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To say the least, Cere’Qul was none too impressed with his mate’s suggestion for him to walk into Ponyville three weeks after his visit to the Diamond Dog Mountain. Not so much because he was insanely busy with overseeing the construction of his and his harem’s new castle, the black stallion had ordered the diamond dogs to build from the ground up, literally, as he used the ruins of his former prison as the base for this new home. The enchanted ground still pulsed with the magic that had kept him prisoner, but with his release, and Zeroca’s own powers, the demonic stallion was able to rework some of the energy towards creating a barrier for which he and his mares would be protected from both inclimate weather and other forms of offensive magicks.
A good thing too, since Cere’Qul was sure that he was being spied on, probably by this mysterious Celestial he had heard so much about. The demonic stud was hardly worried, however, since he knew that he was getting much stronger than he had originally been, thanks in part to spreading his seed within the earth and the ponies for which he had claimed for his own. This...Discord, or whatever its name was, and the two mares of the sun and the moon were of little concern to him, especially since he had existed before the sun had become the bright orb which it was now. The black equine highly doubted that either of the two sisters could match his full powers, especially since he was still missing his other two heads, Rage and Euphoria, though this creature, Discord could prove a problem if he was what Cere’Qul thought he might be.
Back then, in the wastes of darkness and dark, when the fires of creation still surged wildly like an untamed herd charging towards the horizon, there had existed a creature, Chaos, who made even Cere’Qul shudder in fear. The being, or rather, monster, for nothing short could describe the beast that surged with power unchecked, had spread his influence far and wide, corrupting and swallowing everything within in grasp in the age that was time before time. How and when Chaos had appeared, not even he was sure, but its disappearance was something that Cere’Qul often questioned.
‘Discord...Chaos...are the two one? Or is one the other?’ The black stallion often contemplated over these questions, usually during the hours when sleep eluded him, or when both of his mates were away.
It made no sense to keep the two ponies away from the others, Cere’Qul knew that he would one day have the entire world underneath his hooves, so allowing his lovers the chance to return to their own lives was something he would allow. Especially since it kept suspicion off of himself, at least, by most of those within Ponyville.
“Don’t look so sad, Luqerec,” Fluttershy said, breaking the stud from his musing. Turning to look down at the winged pony, Cere’Qul found himself somewhat annoyed by the name in which his lover had suggested he adhere to while in the presence of the other ponies. “It’s not so bad to be half your original size,” that was another fact to which the dark horse had found himself somewhat annoyed by.
Having spent so much time being free from his prison, twenty-one days seeming like an eternity when one had been unable to feel or breath while trapped within the cleft between worlds, having to take on his current...diminutive form made the black equine feel as though some sick, twisted game was being played at his expense.
Gone was his majesty crimson mane, only to be replace with a bright orange mop of hair which dragged somewhat listlessly down against his head. No longer were the intricate patterns of red and magenta spiraling like whips along the length of his body, instead, he had to make do with three spiraling circles centered together on the edge of his butt. Hooves, once proud and regal as they danced with firelight at the edge of his feet, now looked like he had stepped onto red jelly as their former radiance was rendered quiet. Of course, to top off the indignity of it all, the black horse had to hush the fires within his eyes down until it looked as though he had a strange glowing embers where irises should be.
It was only because of Fluttershy’s insistence that he should get out and ‘mingle’ with the other ponies that the demonic steed even contemplated such sacrilege to his greatness, well that, and the fact that Fluttershy now supported the first of his many foals within her expanding womb.
The moment Cere’Qul had scented that his seed had taken within the mare he had literally jumped over the moon in glee. Thankfully, Princess Luna had had her back turned when he did so, otherwise strange questions would have followed after Celestial rolled the sun into the sky. Not that the demon horse would have cared. The knowledge that soon he would not be the only black horse to trot across the land, reigning both flame and lust within his wake made Cere’Qul snort and whinny like mad as he showered Fluttershy with affections during their mid-morning tryst together.
And just like any other female who supported a male’s young, the once timid pegasus seemed to get a certain air of dominance about herself as she wrangled her mate into doing what he was doing now.
“We are...embarrassed to be in this paltry form,” The verbal tick which the black stud had kept up was something that no one could do anything about. Cere’Qul, whether he knew it or not, just could not refer to himself as a singular being, even without his other heads resting aside his neck. “It feels as though we had bound ourselves again within a place for which he have no escape by being within this...tiny form,” A snap of a russet tail made it clear to all that the once towering stallion was not merely complaining for show as his ears were tucked down atop the side of his head, nearly disappearing within the forest of his mane.
“Haha, but you look so cute as a pony,” Fluttershy seemed to often speak her mind more as she walked closer to her mate, snuffling and nipping at his neck as got closer to Ponyville.
“Cute...is not something we desire to be,” Especially considering that he was normally the incarnation of lust and sensuality, something for which the stallion prided himself on being.
“Well, don’t worry, it’s only for a day while we go talk to everyone,” Fluttershy whinnied as she turned to find her friends waiting for her at the gates of the village. “Besides,” The pegasi whispered, “I’m sure someone here would be happy to come back home with us if you play nice,” That made the black pony lift his ears and then his muzzle as he turned to blink at his mate. “After all, other than Big Mac, you’re the only stallion of your size around here,”
A snort burst free from Cere’Qul’s nose at the thought of another male so close to his mate.
“Who is…?!” Before the demonic horse could blow his top he found himself quickly swarmed by a rainbow of laughter.
“Hi!”
“Are you Fluttershy’s friend?!”
“Wow, you’re big!”
“Do you know Nightmare Moon, cause you look like her! Or her cousin, rather.”
“You ever drank apple cider, mister?”
“Do you want to play with us!”
It took power and fortitude that even Cere’Qul didn’t even know he had to resist running away from the surrounding herd which encircling him. A myriad of voices, some almost painfully sweet and childlike, filled the dark stallion’s ears making his brain actually start to hurt. Trotting backwards when impossible bright pink and green and blue and violet eyes looked up at him, the stud horse turned to implore his mate for assistance.
The fact that said mate was on the ground laughing her tail off only served to make a dour look cross over the demon pony’s face.
“Now, now, everyone,” A voice filled with wisdom and age called to the collective, making each of the ponies turn. “let our guest have a moment to breath before you start to ask him your questions.” Granny Smith said quieting the entire group as she walked through the crowd and up to Cere’Qul. “Now then, young one, how about you tell us a little about yourself,” In looking at the ancient pony, Cere’Qul found himself somewhat wide eyed as he felt a sense of...respect course through his chest.
“Our...my name is Luqerec, elder,” The black pony bowed low, his hair all but curtaining his face as he spoke.
Granny Smith let out a polite chuckle, he raspy voice all but creaking as she did so, before nodding to the larger male. “Well now, that’s nice to know. It’s good to have you here, Luqerec.” She nodded with a smile. “I hope you have a good time here in Ponyville since you’re so far from home,” Cere’Qul had almost forgotten that his mate had to make up a tale to keep everyone from getting suspicious as to his place of origin.
“We...I am sure that I will, elder,” Another nod from Granny Smith and soon the aged green pony walked over to a large red male standing off to the side, a straw of hay in his muzzle as he looked on with a somewhat bored look in his eye at the other oversized pony.
“Alright, you can ask him your questions now, everyone, but remember, he’s a guest, so treat him fairly,” And with that, Granny Smith made her way past her grandson off back to her family’s farm.
As she did so though, Big Mac nodded and then followed after the older pony, completely unconcerned that he was giving his back to the larger black male who was glaring at him somewhat hatefully. It was only Rainbow Dash’s next question that stopped the other from doing something...disastrous.
“So, where are you from? Fluttershy just said that you were from really, really far away, but she didn’t say exactly where, though.” A tense moment passed as Cere’Qul made a muffled sound inside of his throat, reminiscent of a bird being strangled, before the black pony turned to smile somewhat nervously at the smaller female.
“We...are from another land.” The demonic pony said honestly. “One that is quite...different from your land of Ponyville.” No one, save maybe the Celestial sister and Discord would believe him if he gave a description of his former home.
“Awww, you must be kind of homesick, then,” The magenta eyed pony walked up close to Cere’Qul, her wide eyes quivering somewhat as she looked like she wanted to cry, “Well, I hope we can make you feel right at home here.”
The scent of the smaller female, musky and sharp like the sky after a rainfall, made the black pony kick a hoof against the ground as the sniffed the exotic scent of the blue colored mare.
“We...think that we will be just as at home here as if we were back where we had come from,” Cere’Qul said, his voice dropping low as he breathed in the scent of the sweet little mare in front of him. Back between his legs, the demonic horse felt his sheaths begin to thicken as his twin pricks began to surge out underneath his belly.
‘This one will be out next mate,’ The stallion thought as he imagine the blue pegasus rounded with his foals the same as Fluttershy was.
The thought over her, face matted with his seed, pussy and tailhole held wide as his twin phalluses rammed within her small belly and cunt made Cere’Qul moan underneath his breath.
“Are you alright?” Fluttershy was the one to answer the question as the other, who had all but been ignored up until now, came over and bumped her nose into Rainbow Dash’s snout.
“He’s just a little exhausted from the long walk we’ve had, plus he’s been worried about a couple of things as of late,” The cream colored pegasi said as he smile playfully up at the blue pony.
“Worried? About what?” Someone in the crowd asked.
“About the new filly I’m carrying!”
Silence rent the air as no one within the crowd knew what to say to that.
It lasted for all of about seven seconds though, as soon…
“You’re pregnant?!”
“When did this happen?”
“Is it by the new guy there?!”
“Is that why you’ve been acting so strange, Fluttershy?!”
“Aww, when are you expected to drop the little one?”
Countless voices called out throughout the ensemble. Almost all attention was directed at Fluttershy as she showed off her swollen belly, the lump therein wiggling just a touch.
In the ensuing moment for when the all focus was being showered onto Fluttershy Cere’Qul chose that moment to politely excuse himself from the group. Trotting off to the side and then sneaking behind the shadow of a nearby house, the black pony peeked his head out to watch a certain blue pegasi nuzzle her head into her cream colored counterpart’s neck. The sight of the other’s unspoiled nethers made the demonic horse whicker in excitement as he imagined what was next to come.
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“Um, are you sure about this, Fluttershy?” Rainbow Dash asked as she led the other pony out of town with Cere’Qul was walking by her side. The larger pony seemed to take no notice of the smaller mare as he kept his head raised to the sky while allowing his dark, red mane flutter across the sweeping wind. “I mean, the others…”
“Oh don’t worry so much, Rainbow Dash,” Fluttershy giggled as she spoke. “We just wanted to talk to you without having the other come and ask Luqerec a million and one question is all.” The black horse neighed in agreement with this fact, something that made the blue pegasi chuckle.
“Oh, alright, but I have to get back to the others soon,” The blue pony didn’t meant the fact how Princess Celestia had wanted to speak with her about something, some weather anomaly affecting the region to the south which residence therein were complaining over.
“It’s fine, we’re almost far enough away now,” Cere’Qul said, his first words of the past hour.
Making their way just a little further down the road, the three ponies moved off to the side to where a bunch of trees were clumped together before stopping.
“This shall do,” The black pony said, before he turned around to face the two mares.
“Alright, then,” Rainbow Dash said, even as she noticed Fluttershy moving away to step back behind her. “What did you want to talk about?”
Innocence was always something the demonic horse would find amusing, well that, and what he knew was to come next.
“Just watch, Rainbow Dash,” Fluttershy whispered, her voice so close to the blue pegasi’s ear that it made a shiver run up throughout the other’s spine. “Cere’Qul here has a very neat trick to show you,”
“Cere’Qul? Whose that?” Rainbow Dash asked as she turned to look at the smiling cream colored mare. “I thought his name was…”
“Well, when you twist it around and add an apostrophe, you get the same same, just like how if you uncork a bottle of apple cider you get the juice to come out.”
“I...don’t get the reference,” Before the blue pony could say anything more a tower of flames erupted in front of her.
Letting out a startled yelp, Rainbow Dash did what any pony would do when suddenly confronted with a unexpected surprise, the blue pegasi got up to bolt, but found herself stopped by Fluttershy grabbing onto her tail.
When the blue mare turned to yell at the other pony she got a dreadful surprise as she watched the black pony covered in flames bray to the sky before stomping down onto the ground hard enough to make the earth shiver. Magenta eyes wide in fascination, and fear, Rainbow Dash couldn’t stop herself from dropping her jaw in awe as she watched the small form which was Luqerec, or whoever he was, sudden bulk with muscle as his entire frame cracked and then popped audibly.
Like some kind of creature from a nightmare, the black pony kicked his feet against the ground, hooves sparking with smoke and flame as he neighed to the darkening sky above. Mane fluttering down the side of his neck, almost as if it were pulling up on its own, the black horse grunted as he stretched his body taut, moaning and grunting in frustration like he was trying to get himself out of something he was stuck in. A blink of her eyes revealed to Rainbow Dash a sight which had to have been no less impossible.
Demure legs, the likes of which almost every pony had, thickened and swelled while pulsing red lines rolled up alongside the black stud’s form. A sharp cry of joy seared out from inside of Cere’Qul’s throat as his body began to grow and expand, his form moving up...and up...and up as he seemed to gain muscle up muscle without any indication of where said tissue was coming from. The snapping of bones, that crunch like sound too low and loud to be anything else, made Rainbow Dash jump as she watched the black stallion’s body lengthen to almost almost triple the size his once petite body had been.
A groan a pleasure arched out of the studs mouth as he lowered his head down to look at something hiding shy between his legs. Rainbow Dash wished that her curiosity had taken a flying leap as she followed the stallion’s sight down to see what it was that had drawn his attention. Twin phalluses, thick and oozing with pre-come, jerked like firehoses gone mad as the black horse continued to put of fat and muscle. A quick flick of his tongue, bright red like the tail which fanned wide behind his rump, brought with it a delightful shiver as the demonic horse allowed his two prides and joy to come to play once again.
When next the stallion looked up, Rainbow Dash found herself almost mesmerized as she looked upon the beast which was currently soaked with the fires cast all around it. He had to have been no less than a ten feet tall, wider than the average oxen, and just as dangerous as Nightmare Moon and Discord at their worse combined, no, maybe even more so by the look of playful madness dancing wild within the stallion’s glowing red eyes.
“Isn’t he pretty, Rainbow Dash,” A voice called behind her and the only thing the pegasi could do to answer was shake her head slowly as the purity of terror curled itself within her heart.
“N-not...really…” the strength of her voice managed to amaze the blue pony as she was sure that she had lost that some time ago.
“Aww, that’s not very nice,” The cream colored pegasi said, her voice dripping with playful mischief as she did so. “Now how could you say that about the father of my foal?” That made Rainbow Dash flip her head around as she found herself staring agape at the other mare.
“Y-you’re...going to have HIS foal?!?!” Magenta eyes watched as the blue eyed pony behind her nodded and then lifted a hoof to rub that the bulge squirming within her belly.
“Yep, and so are Zecora and you, once he’s through introducing you to the ‘twins’,” Fluttershy admitted honestly as she noted her mate coming over to them.
“Twins?” It was an honest question, as as such, it was answered with an honest answer.
“These,” The deep, almost booming voice, made Rainbow Dash turn her head just in time to see the tips of the two pricks which Cere’Qul kept housed in between his legs pressed flush into her face. “We think that you will enjoy them, the same as the rest of our soon-to-be herd, but we would like to hear you say so before we filled you with with their girth,” It was at that moment when Cere’Qul thrust himself forward, his large, bulky hips swaying like a saw cutting into a log, as he tried to force himself into Rainbow Dash’s muzzle.
The blue pony resisted however, she turned her head just as the wet, heated tip of the stallion’s left cock pressed flush against her face smearing her snout down with the musky drool of the demon horse’s pre-come.
“Now that’s not nice,” Fluttershy said somewhat indignantly. “How are you going to get his creamy cum into you if you keep your muzzle closed?” The creamy pony chided her friend on her reluctance as she watched the other try to move her head away from the twin cocks trying to find purchase within her may. “Ok then,”
A hard bite at Rainbow Dashes neck made the blue pony yelp, which consequently allowed Cere’Qul slip his right phallus into her muzzle. At the feel of the hot and hard length press up against her tongue, the blue mare tried to clench her teeth down around the meat straining her throat. Of course, she, like Fluttershy, soon learned why this was a bad idea, or rather good one in this case.
“Ahhhhh!!” The demonic horse cried out before bucking forward into the smaller equine’s muzzle, his medial ring threatening to pop into Rainbow Dash’s throat as he did so.
“See, he likes that,” Fluttershy said, the cream colored pony pulled her teeth away from her friend’s neck, soothing the hurt she had inflicted onto the other with slow seeps of her tongue in apology. “I know how scary it can be,” Fluttershy said gently, the memory of her own forceful experience with her mate swimming through the darkness of her mind as she recalled that very strange day, “so let me do something to make it better.” Without prompting, the other pegasi walked back behind her friend and then nosed her way underneath the blue pony’s tail.
Rainbow Dash gasped as she was treated to a sensation for which she had never experienced before as something warm and moist slid over parts of her body that no one was supposed to touch. This of course, made her quite vulnerable to the rapid onslaught for which the black stallion in front of her was using to break open the blue pony’s throat with. Whinnying loud enough to be heard for almost a mile and a half, Cere’Qul grunted a snort as he slid his medial ring forward into Rainbow Dashes throat, plugging the other’s windpipe for a second before forcing himself even further down into the small mare’s esophagus.
Just like before with Fluttershy, the demonic stud didn’t bother with niceties as she rode the teary eyed mare hard as she used her to slake his never ending lusts. Moaning as his other cock pressed onto the side of Rainbow Dashes belly, the wildly eyed equine didn’t take notice of how the smaller horse slowly began to stop fighting him as she unconsciously relaxed her throat around the shaft straining the inside of her belly. It could have been the geleatous pre-come oozing like a viscous honey down into her guts that quietly changed the reluctant mare’s acceptance over the fact that she was now a growing part of Cere’Qul’s herd, or it might have been the fact that Fluttershy was now slobbery licking across her unused nether, spreading them open with her luxurious tongue as she did so. Whatever the case maybe, it wasn’t long before Rainbow Dask was busily drooling over the larger stallion’s cock, her petite, supple tongue ghosting out of her muzzle as she tried to suck and squeeze along the other’s heavenly phallus with all of her might.
“Good, little one,” Cere’Qul nicker, the demon stud nearly quivering as he bucked his hips forward into the muzzle of his newest female with rampant glee. “You will make a fine mother to my foals, just the same as my other two mares,” Rainbow Dash nodded ecstatically as he thought over her belly, swollen the same as Fluttershy, the two of them standing together, kissing and nuzzling one another as their mate walked up behind them to flutter his lips at their sloppily used cunts and tailhole.
Before too long had passed, Cere’Qul was all but throat fucking Rainbow Dash with abandon, his legs locked tightly into place as he hammered his hips into the drooling slut’’s face, her eyes looking up at his shuddering belly with adoration as she could feel his cock pulse hard within her muzzle. It was a minute before things escalated to their climax that Fluttershy snapped her head to the sky, her wide blue eyes alit with some confusion before she turned her head quickly behind her.
“I think I smell smoke, don’t you?” Someone said, loud enough that the cream colored pegasi could tell who it was.
“Eeyup,”
‘Uh-oh,’ Letting out a neigh of fear, Fluttershy moved herself around from in back of Rainbow Dash and then bumped her head into her mate’s torso.
“Company incoming!”
The snarl Cere’Qul let out from having his orgasm be denied made the smaller pony yelp in fear, but before the nervous Fluttershy could stammer out an apology she watched in awe as she mate slowly pulled his turgid member out of Rainbow Dashes throat, a long trail of saliva following after the massive prick, before listening to a loud ‘POP’ sound as the black stallion fully exited the lust drunk mare’s windpipe.
“I know, little one, I heard them,” The demon horse growled, his body literally shaking with anger at being denied his opportunity to take his third mare for his harem. “And now we must go,” Cere’Qul had agreed with Zeroca that being found out to be a demonic stud would not be very wise since the entire town was still reeling from the episode with Nightmare Moon and Discord. Having another possible calamity overcome them would probably bring down the full might of the pony country onto the black stud and, for the moment, that was too much trouble to deal with, especially since he now a foal to protect. “We will leave this one for later,”
Fluttershy nodded quickly as she turned to give Rainbow Dash a kiss onto the lips, her tongue cleaning away the froth of pre-come which had trailed out and around the blue pegasi’s muzzle, before flipping back around to trot deeper into the woods around them. The confused Rainbow Dash let out a dreamy sigh as she watched the others run away from her, she really would have like to feel her throat stretch like a balloon as the pretty black stallion sprayed his seed down into her belly...wait...what…?
The blue pegasi shook her head as she tried to recollect her thoughts, most of them seeming to have dripped out of her ears as she busied herself with suckling on...who again? She wasn’t sure. Hadn’t she been here with...someone...and Fluttershy? Maybe…?
When next the blue pony was was able to make sense of the world she found herself being stared at somewhat bemusedly by both Big Mac and a slightly perplexed Applejack.
“What’s the Sam heck happened to you, Rainbow Dash?” The southern speaking pony with the straw hat question as she made her way over to the other pony, a slight disgusted look crossing her face as she stepped in something warm and gooey.
“I…” Rainbow Dash began, her mind somewhat in a daze as she tried to think up an explanation. “Have no idea…” Applejack being Applejack began to quickly question the other mare, her voice demanding answers while off to the side a certain red stallion looked to the surrounding woods with a strange gleam in his eyes.
Chapter 5 - RD/AJ (Build up)
Seeing how much the world had changed made the black stallion realize that his perceptions were going to have to change if he hoped to be a part of this resplendent planet for which he hoped to sire his foal in. The subtle breath of the wind blowing through his long red mane, the feel of the pulsing earth streaming underneath his hooves all served to remind Cere’Qul of just how much had changed since he had last ran across the plains which made up this strange planet. Looking around at the brilliant colors - red, yellow and orange which had nothing to do with the smoldering torrents of fiery earth churning and rumbling as the world’s core spat out boiling blood made the demonic stallion stop in awe as he watched the great sphere shining above his head soar through depthless blue, the likes of which the black equine had only...well, technically he never even dreamt of such a thing before. Memories, so many that he had lost count of them all, were filled with black and blood, and fire and lust, death upon death, nothing to see but the rapture that was the primal need to exist.
Shaking his head to blot out his waking nightmares, Cere’Qul cocked an ear to the side as he listened to his mate try to draw his attention,
“So, what do you think?” Fluttershy asked, her bright blue eyes blinking up at the ponified demon horse as he trotted along next to her.
“We think it is a good idea,” the black pony said, his mind having already taken in the babble of his little mates idea to set up a gateway between her home and his castle, the latter for which was coming along quite nicely in the stallion’s opinion. “Though, we are not happy for having you away from us for so long,” Cere’Qul let out a snort if displeasure at the thought of the cream colored pegasus being away from his presence, especially with her carrying his foal. Leaning down to nuzzle his onyx colored snout into the smaller female’s middle, Cere’Qul found himself more than a little pleased that he was able to feel the first of his brood gentle poke back at him, a good sign that the other would come along rather fast as he grew inside of his mother’s womb.
Fluttershy giggled as she watched the black pony give her tummy a few happy licks with his perpetually warm tongue. The feel of such a pleasant heat against her middle made the shy pegasi murmur in contentment before she lightly began to wiggle her hips around to playfully bump herself into her herd leader.
“Looks like someone can’t wait to be a papa,” Fluttershy was still somewhat surprised by how much more emboldened she was becoming with her words. The little mare figured that it had to be because of her pregnancy, as the cream pony had never been so open with her feelings or words before she began to carry around her mate’s seed.
“We are,” Cere’Qul said as he picked his snout back up, slowly move his head over to gently flutter his lips at the back of Fluttershy’s long flowing mane. “To see more of ours running across the earth again is a dream for which we will be happy to see again.” The demonic pony meant every word of that as he had spent countless nights just watching his growing harem sleep, their cunts frothing with the churned mixed of his cum and their inner fluids down onto the warm stone floor of his palace, while thinking of what it would be like to have numerous spawn charging across the land.
Of course, the thought that he would have to put to route many of his foals which promised to try and usurp him had crossed the demonic stallion’s thoughts, too. Crimson eyes closed silently as Cere’Qul remembered how many of his children he had had to ‘chastise’ for their impetuousness, some of them he had to punish severely when they failed to learn the lessons he had been trying to impart upon them made the black stallion sigh in distress. However, as a former parent, he was used to these feelings, and so he had no qualms over what he would have to possibly do once again. Though, there was a chance that many of his foals would be...different since their mothers were quite a strange breed of mare.
So unlike the black and red dames for which he had bred and seeded many, many centuries ago, the small ponies were so...carefree and...playful and...happy that Cere’Qul wondered if…
He shook his head. That was an old thought that kept popping back up into his head. One he still failed to get control over.
“Are you alright?” Fluttershy’s innocent inquiry actually made the black pony stop for a minute. He was still so unused to having another actually show concern for his well being that it often took the demon by surprise.
“We…” It actually made the stallion pause for a moment, his eyes wide with uncertainty, “are fine.” For the moment, it was the truth. “We...were just in deep contemplation over the future to come,” Again, another truth, though not exactly worded as Cere’Qul might have stated it had he been way back before when truth was spoken with absolute certainty. Now, the black pony often found himself worrying and contemplating for the sake of not hurting his mate’s feeling.
Something which constantly worked to surprise him.
“Aww, it’s going to be alright,” Fluttershy admitted as he leaned her neck forward to rub her snout into the demonic equine’s neck, the warm scent of his eternally hot body working to calm her at the same time her cute little nuzzles helped to calm Cere’Qul’s own growing anxieties.
“We...thank you for your worry,” This too, this...showing of gratitude, was something that the black stallion was slowly growing more and more used to.
Fluttershy giggled, his musical voice helping to soothe the mental unrest the larger pony was feeling, before she pulled her head back to ask him another question, for which the demon equine gave her his undivided attention.
It was only after the two decided that they needed to go their separate ways, well, Fluttershy needed to go and get supplies and Cere’Qul, still too uncomfortable around a large number of ponies, many of them still wanting to ask him several dozen questions for which the demon had no honest answer for, made it so that the demonic steed was better suited to stay out of the way while the cream pegasi went about her way to get what she needed. This proved to work out well for Cere’Qul as it left the black pony more than enough free time to look Ponyville on his own. The dark stud would never admit to anyone that he found great fascination in all of the colors that made up the world around him; he still had some pride, after all.
It was when he stumbled over an orchid filled with apples that the demon horse found himself truly in awe. The wonderful sight of so many apples, red and juicy as they were, hanging up onto the vibrant green trees above him that made Cere’Qul truly come to appreciate this new world for which he had been given unto. A rumble from his stomach made the black pony act without thinking as he found himself moving to one delicious looking apple tree. A quick kick of his hoof and soon a rain of fruit began to shower down around the black stallion. The small smile that crossed Cere’Qul’s face would have melted the hearts of many a pony, had anyone been around to see him.
Leaning down to take a piece of fruit into his muzzle, the demonic horse happily began to chomp down on the succulent morsel, making some rather rude munching sounds as he did so.
“Whatcha doing, mister?” The voice was so small that the black stud would have thought that he was hearing a dove coo as he flipped his head around to see who might have spoken. “Down here,” A quick roll of his eyes to the south found the dark stallion looking into the impossibly wide eyes of a very small filly. “Hi. Whatcha doing!”
Another thing that Cere’Qul was coming to find as he grew more and more attached to this strange world was the fact that something unbelievably cute and spine chillingly adorable was going to come out of the woodwork and try to befriend him. Having a squirrel come and try to offer him a nut was something the demon didn’t think he would ever be able to get used to. Especially considering that he had been in his ‘true’ form when the little creature had made its way up to him. Finding the thing on his nose nearly gave the other a heart attack, something for which he promised he would keep to himself for the rest of his days.
Swallowing the pulp of the apple chunked between his jaws, the dark pony answered with, “We are...eating...little one.”
“Oh, ok.” Hoping that would be the end of the questionnaire, Cere’Qul felt his blood almost freeze when the small mare beneath him sauntered up and then smiled at him, eyes impossibly wide and cuteness nearly radiating off of her in literally waves, “Do you want to be friends?”
Cere’Qul didn’t think it was possible to nearly die of an overdose of sugary kindness and innocence but that didn’t stop him from unconsciously drawing back as he felt himself sink into those bright pink eyes shining up at him.
“Uh...um…”
“Applebloom, don’t talk to strangers,” Someone said causing Cere’Qul to snap his head up as he looked into the growing visage of a familiar red pony with bright golden locks coming towards himself. The small but of hay clutched between the other’s teeth should have made it hard for the other to speak, but with that heavy drawl which already impeded his speaking the point was somewhat lost, anyway.
“Aww, but Big Mac, he’s not a stranger,” the cutie filly said as he flipped herself around to face her older brother. “He’s Fluttershy’s husband! Grammy told me about him!”
Looking down at the wagging tail of the smaller mare, Cere’Qul gave a snort before he turned his gaze up to look into the face of the only other pony within Ponyville for which the black stallion felt that he would have competition with. The glower that the red stud sent the demonic equine’s way proved to Cere’Qul that the other knew about his attentions, at least, enough to realize that there was something not right with the black pony which had invaded ‘HIS’ home. Of course, being the sweet, even tempered stallion that he was, Big Mac didn’t let any of this show in front of his little sister; the other was too young to even realize that the stare her older sibling was giving the newcomer was anything more than slightly curious, such was the way of children.
“Oh really.” The red pony stated, his voice to lackadaisical for his words to have been inferred as a question.
“Yep!” applebloom turned around to look at Cere’Qul, the black pony having to quickly fake a smile so as not to startle the child. “He’s really nice, too!” One could almost hear the roll of Big Mac’s eyes as he focused his gaze onto the demonic equine. “He’s gonna be my friend!”
At that, the red stallion let out a snort. A flick of Cere’Qul’s crimson tail warned the other that he was ready for whatever he might do next.
“Don’t you have to be doing your chores, Applebloom.” A blink and then a gasp later and the little filly took off like a shot for the farmhouse, he amusement with her new friend having totally made her forget about her daily task.
Cere’Qul let out a small snicker of amusement as he watched the pink ribbon wearing pony run off faster than a tumbleweed being swept away by the wind. A sudden nicker halted the black horse’s jovial outcry as crimson eyes focused onto the green orbs which narrowed in warning at him.
“Go away,” Two little words, barely enough to count as a statement, made the fur on Cere’Qul’s back stand up on end as the demon kicked his hoof into the ground, the earth sparking as he did so.
Calming himself down, the black stud gave a snort and then a slow shake of his head before, “We...do not wish for any hostility,” Cere’Qul recalled how Fluttershy had asked him to place nice with the others, something the demonic horse was far from used to, but unwilling to go against in his effort to please his mate.
Big Mac said nothing as he trotted passed the other male, though a whicker like snarl did pass through his lips when his body brushed up next to the demon’s, before he carried on about his way to go about his own chores for the afternoon.
It took everything that Cere’Qul was not to flip himself around and rear up at the other male, the raw need to put the other stallion in his place flaring like a bursting star within the black steed’s mind, however, Cere’Qul was able to get control of himself before he could do that. After a minute, the demon sighed, shook his head and then went off about his business. There would be time to deal with the other later, he surmised as he moved away from Big Mac in a slow but steady trot.
It was some ten minutes later after returning to his idol wandering that Cere’Qul’s nostrils caught a familiar tangy sweet scent which made his cocks throb in between his legs. Snorting and mindlessly following after this intoxicating smell, the demonic equine found himself a little surprised when he nearly bumped into the front of a wall, his having closed his eyes to take in more of the wet musk which could have only been female arousal, the cause behind his near impact. Flipping an ear around to listen out for any incoming ponies, the dark stud let out a low sigh before he noted the sound of giggling coming from inside of the barn standing before him. Sniffing the air, Cere’Qul came to the conclusion that the scent he was breathing in and the subtle laughter were emanating from the same source.
A quick look around and then black stallion made his way over to a nearby window via several stacked haybales. Peeking over the side of the railing, Cere’Qul was quite surprised by what he found, if only because he was not part of the happening going on.
There, down below on a mattress made of straw, were both Rainbow Dash and Applejack busy nuzzling and rubbing up against each other, the both of their muzzles lay pressed together as they writhed in obvious ecstasy together. Cere’Qul felt his heart sped up inside of his chest, the loud thumping sounding so hard within his ears that the black stallion thought that he might go deaf for a moment, before he took a heavy swallow of air to compose himself. Watching what the two mares did next, though, only served to make the demon more amourous in his perverted voyeuring as he licked his broad tongue over the rim of his lips while imagining…
Seeing Applejack, the orange colored pony slowly slide down onto her back, her golden locks spread out around her like a glistening waterfall shimmering at dawn, while Rainbow Dash made her way over the other female, the beautiful blue mare’s hot body glistening with sweat as she began to flutter kisses and licks around her friend’s neck and throat on down the length of her chest served to make Cere’Qul burn with desire as he could envision the two females showering such affections onto him. Crimson eyes blinked in awe as the black stallion watched Rainbow Dash nuzzle her blue snout into the crux of Applejack’s legs, the magenta eyed pegasus licking and nipping at the nipples of the other female’s crotch boobs, of which had to be somewhere around DD-cup in girth. The slight teasing ministrations made by the larger female caused the orange pony to let out surprised gasps as she threw her head back in unrepressed rapture. Legs spread wide, Cere’Qul got a full eye as he watched the smaller female’s moistened cunt start to lightly flutter as the orange pony began to juice up. The heavenly scent of the untainted nethers belonging to Applejack served to bring a lusty smile onto the black demon’s muzzle as he flipped his tail back behind him to show his need.
It was at seeing the slim tongue belonging to Rainbow Dash roll down and then across those blushing folds that made Cere’Qul moan out loud, his twin phalluses growing so large and powerful in between his legs that they audible thumped against the wall of the barn. Not that either female seemed to notice as they continued to play with one another without concern. Rainbow seemed totally unashamed as began to slip her tongue into the lips of Applejack’s sex, the sweet honey of the other mare leaking out over the blue pegasi’s snout in large gouts that it made her snout glisten in the light.
A sudden thrust by the orange pony and Cere’Qul nearly fell back off of the haybales as he heard the other horse shout out in euphoria. Thankfully though, the black stallion had enough control to grab onto the sides of the window before he could meet the hard earth underneath him. Grunting as he tried to pull himself up, the demonic stud blinked as he watched Rainbow Dash raise her hoofs up to begin rolling Applejack’s crotch boobs while at the same time she began to wiggle her hips back and forth as he awkwardly began to massage her own hanging tits. At nearly C-cup in size, Cere’Qul wondered if it was difficult for the little pony to fly with such cumbersome ‘girls’ hanging down from in between her thighs. Seeing the way they swung back and forth, the same as with the apples outside on the ever green trees of the orchid, the black male realized that he honestly didn’t care all that much as he longed to wrap his equine lips around the pert little nips which he could see hardening onto the pegasi’s plentiful mounds.
When, in trying to pull himself up onto the window, having knocked down the haybales from his startled jump, Cere’Qul began to unconsciously rub his growing shafts up against the red wood of the walls, the demonic pony realized that he was going to have to get in on this action. Grunting and then using his full strength, the demon hoisted himself through the window, however, at not planning the correct calculations of what it meant to use his entire might while being in his diminutive form, the black stud was not prepared to rocket forward into the two females down below. So…
CRASH!!!
In hindsight, this would have never happened had Cere’Qul been in his true form, the other would have simply been able to look over the top of the window as his eight foot eight was more than enough to peek into the barn without problem.
“What hit us?” Applejack asked as she groaned while stars saw throughout her vision.
“Something big and black, I think,” Rainbow Dash admitted from where she lay sprawled, face down ass up into the air, her tail sagging behind her like a limp flag.
“We...apologize for the intrusion,” Cere’Qul said as he shook his head, grateful for the moment that he only had only instead of all three as a headache from three different brains usually equated to a migraine to the demon. The dark stud was quick to pick himself up after that, moving with such grace that he made the two females, who were much more slowly moving to right themselves, gape in awe as they watched the dexterity of the larger male. “But we did wish to participate in the...exercise for which you both seemed to be partaking in.” Cere’Qul chuckled as he watched the pegasus and earth pony turn to stare at each other in obvious embarrassment before slowly blushing and then facing the black pony once more.
“Be not ashamed of your...practices, for you both are more than worthy of spending some moments together basking in each other’s affection,” The black demon walked over to Rainbow Dash, a quick nuzzle at the blue female horse made the pegasus whinny in glee before Cere’Qul turned his attention to Applejack. The orange pony turned her head to the side, her eyes trying in vain to look anywhere but at the other before she, too, was made to croon as Cere’Qul began to lick and run his snout along side of the other mare’s throat. “In actuality,” this drew both female’s attention. “we wished to join you in your...moment of play.”
Looking to each other once again, the two mares weren’t sure what to say, however that didn’t stop the black male from talking to two into laying down onto each other’s back over a hay bale, Rainbow Dash on top while the much stronger Applejack carried the weight of the other female with some more than a little ease, while he rested his chest over the two of them. Since he wasn’t sure how much time he had before someone came snooping by, as he was sure that the tantalizing scent of the two mares in heat probably would draw a certain red stallion from what he was busy doing, Cere’Qul decided not to draw himself out of his pony form and instead prepared to mount the two mares as he was.
But while being in his current diminutive form meant that Cere’Qul was limited into what he could and could not do, the didn’t seem to stop the demonic horse’s twin pricks from throbbing and spitting pre-come from where they swung in between the black male’s legs. At only half of their usual foot and a half length, Cere’Qul was left feeling somewhat pent up, like an uncomfortable pressure growing inside of the back of his head as his loins throbbed in restless need, but currently he shook away these feelings for moving himself forward into his two would-be mates. The sounds of hungry moans met his ears making Cere’Qul thrill in delight as he sunk himself within the two cunts of the pegasus and earth pony, respectively.
Their unsubtle groans made the black pony neigh in pleasure as he pressed himself forward with a steady pace, not being in his true form meant that he didn’t have the pussy splitting girth that would have required him to pause in wait for the females to adjust. That in itself made this almost pathetic seeming form somewhat worthwhile for the demon, especially when he bottomed out in both mares. Moans of bliss took to the air as Rainbow Dash and Applejack writhed onto Cere’Qul’s cocks while nuzzling and kissing each other as they the blushing blue pegasi curled her neck around to show her gratitude for her friend being here with her like this. Applejack, ever the proud pony, took complete control of the kiss as she stuck her tongue into her female partner’s throat, scooping through the wet depths of Rainbow Dash’s maw as she tried to drown within the taste of the beautiful blue pony.
Cere’Qul found this to be something entrancing to witness as he pulled himself back, his medial rings popping out of the two with a quiet ‘squelch’ sound, before slowly slinking himself back into his two mares. The whinny of ecstasy the females let out served to make wonderful background music to the symphony of sensual delight playing out within the barn, especially as Cere’Qul noted the newcomer watching from the side of the frontdoor of the barn. The red form of a certain stallion, eyes narrowed in silent rage, made the demon thrill as he pulled his hips back somewhat dramatically, his crimson tail glowing like a bright firelit signalling the other to watch as he did so, before thrusting himself forward into the two mares hard enough to them yell out around their sloppy kiss. A snort of dominance followed Cere’Qul mimicking the same maneuver, this time adding a teasing shake of his rump followed by a flick of his tail at the other male.
Left with little choice, save to either watch or go over to break up the trio, possibly injuring Rainbow Dash and Applejack in the process because of his uncontrolled rage, the red pony slipped himself away from the scene, less he do something unforgivable. The larger part of Cere’Qul that realized that he had triumphed over his only rival, at least, in part, cheered as the demonic stud increased his pace to begin truly fucking the two females beneath him. Hips pushing and pulling back with growing force, Cere’Qul locked his hooves around the pegasi and earth pony’s body, seeming to all but trap them underneath himself as he began to rock the three of them hard enough to actually make the hay bale tremble. The hot scent of the female’s fluids and his own pre-come dripping down the mare’s legs onto the ground helped to intoxicate the demon as he felt his body surge with feral strength as the need to rut overcame him with every thrust of his hips.
Pumping and grinding into Rainbow Dash and Applejack, Cere’Qul unconsciously leaned down to wrap his blunt teeth along the line of Rainbow Dash’s neck, holding the other into place as he began to buck hard enough to actually make loud ‘slap-slap-slap’ sounds bounce throughout the barn. His balls felt like they were on fire as the demon could instinctively sense that his heavy orbs were growing full with his burning cum. The all-encompassing need to breed these two mares, to fill them with his seed and then see them rounded with his foals made the black stallion snort as his crimson eyes began to come alive with the primal fires that forever danced within his orbs. The sounds of the two females moaning were like quiet prayers up to him spurring the demon on as he thrust harder and harder, nearly threatening to break Rainbow Dash and Applejack apart as he teeth clenched tighter around the blue pegasi’s neck.
The warm scent of sweat pooling up from his two mares proved to work away at Cere’Qul’s control. The taste of Rainbow Dash’s excitement on his tongue, so sweet and spicy at the same time drove the demonic steed to grind himself forward, his hips wiggling back and forth in time with the ponies’ own backward humps as they tried to pump themselves into their mate as his flared cocks spread up into their cervixes so far that their cunts were being battered by his turgid phalluses. Neither female thought over what it would mean for the black stallion to give them his seed, both were lost in the throes of their climbing orgasm, their pussies were leaking so much that all they could dream of was to have their bellies swollen with the dark equine’s frothy mix of male sap. And, like the incarnation of lust that he was, Cere’Qul was more than happy to give into their sensual desire as he pulled his hips back once, thrusted forward, again, pounding the others hard enough so that their screams could be heard outside, and then thrice, this time throwing his fully body weight into them, before snorting out a whinny so loud that it made a certain red pony standing by the barn snarl in unrepressed hate as he chomped down on the straw in his muzzle hard enough to cut into his lower lip.
The load of cum the black demon let out was nowhere near the size of his normal load, what with his current body being so much smaller than what he truly was, yet that didn’t mean much to his oversized testicles as they surged with nearly bucket after bucket of white fluid up through Cere’Qul’s tubes and into his two new mates. The screams that Rainbow Dash and Applejack let out at the sensation of the hot elixir of male essence pouring into their fertile wombs made Big Mac snap the piece of straw in his muzzle. Had the red pony peeked his head into the room he would have been surprised to see just how much cum the demonic stud planted into his sister and Rainbow Dash, the deluge so much that it actually flooded back out around Cere’Qul’s medial rings, the two plugs too small to hold back the sheer volume of nectar. The pool that formed on the ground grew and grew and grew so much that Cere’Qul almost slipped in the mix as he took a shaky step away from the others to pull himself away, however, demonic dexterity kept him from face planting into the floor as he slipped his twin titans out of his new mares and then,
“That...was pleasant.” The black pony panted, his eyes wide with exertion as he smirked knowingly up to his two new mate. “We look forward to doing this again with you.” The two female couldn’t say much of anything as they moaned and shivered while writhing against each other like wanton sluts. Cere’Qul found this to be totally amusing as he dipped his head down to sniff over the pair’s gushing nethers, the sight of his seed trailing out of them like a slow river making the demon snort and then neigh in glee as he turned his head to watch a glowering green eye glare at him from outside.
The slow smile, a simple up turn of black lips, told all that needed to be said to Big Mac as the red pony watched the demon with hate showing on his face like a thunderstorm.
Chapter 6 - Big Mac *Gay*
Chapter 6 - Big Mac *Gay*
Cere’Qul panted heavily as he looked over the other male who had resisted him for the past hour and a half. Sweat poured down the black pony’s neck and head, steam billowing from off of his dark form where the fires of his being surged free from the pores of his skin. Grunting and shaking his head with a wild knicker, the demonic stallion reared up, slamming his crimson hoof onto the ground before he let out a heavy snort.
In front of him, Big Mac was almost sweating profusely, the red furred golden haired pony had never had to fight in such a manner and it showed from the way small shivers of exhaustion began to roll all across his muscular form. Large green eyes narrowed in concentration, Big Mac grunted a snort of his own as he flickered his lips in challenge at the other male. Normally, the red pony would never have gotten himself so worked up over another stallion, but this guy...this...thing really, had made it quite clear what he thought about Big Mac after the other had gone and sown his seed within the belly of his sister.
And there was only response to be given to that slight against his family.
One would expect that on a day like today, with the sky so clear and pretty with picturesque white clouds slowly making their way towards the west, that nothing like what was happening here between the two males would ever take place. Especially, not in the little glade right outside of Ponyville. However, Big Mac and Cere’Qul hadn’t been able to control themselves as the two found each other while the other had been going about their business today. It had been an odd quirk of fate that had drawn the two together, or perhaps, it may have been destiny as neither had been actively looking for one another when they had crossed paths, but now though…
Cere’Qul charged before Big Mac had time to finish the blink of his eyes, a small miscalculation on his part as a bead of sweat rolled over into his eyes. The demonic horse didn’t care, though. He moved like the wind, flames kicking up beneath his feet as he dove for the other stallion, a mad whinny roaring free from his muzzle as he did so. The other pony had just enough time to jump to the side before the larger equine barrelled into him, hooves raised in an attempt to strike at the smaller male.
The ground trembled from where Cere’Qul stomped at the earth. Birds left their nests as they ascended towards safety, while rabbits and other small critters ducked for whatever cover they could find if they weren’t already cowering in their burrows and in the hollows of fallen trees as the black stallion neighed and kicked up dust from his missed attacked. Big Mac saw his chance, his head whipped to the side seconds before his body moved. A red blur followed with the smaller stallion leaping onto Cere’Qul’s backside, the black stallion whinnied to the sky as he felt blunt fangs nip at the side of his already bleeding scruff, tufts of his beautiful red mane having been torn out from Big Mac’s successful assaults.
Grunting, neighing and bucking with the ferocity his kind were known for, the black equine shook himself as hard as he could to try and dislodge Bic Mac from his place across his backside. Kicking back against himself, Cere’Qul grunted when he heard the red pony let out a shrill cry of pain, a sneer of delight on his face as he was sure that the other would now let go of him. He was wrong. The other stallion refused to be dislodged, however, desperation and adrenaline making the other almost equally as ferocious as the black stud to keep himself steady against the interloper who had tried to break up his happy world with his presence.
When the teeth against the side of his shoulder began to pull, the demonic stallion realized that he was in serious danger of losing the altercation at hand, especially when he felt the blunted head of the other male’s engorging phallus press up against his puckered tailhole. Age old instinct told the black horse of what it would mean for him to have the other stallion’s cock buried inside of him, of how he would have to relent himself as a stud in the face of being the other’s mare.
The thought of losing his masculinity, his rising empire, and his right to breed his harem because of the smaller creature sent the demon horse into a frenzy, his mind emptying out of conscious thought as ancient hate reared itself into his mind. Memories of days long past - another stallion in the red equine’s place over Cere’Qul’s back, the other thrusting into him, turning him into a mare to show him what it meant to be a true stud, the vicious pain of having his insides broken by a shaft too long to endure and too wide to fit properly inside of him, of bleeding and crying out in despair within the shadows of a darkness of thick that the only light that could pierce it was the fiery radiance of hell’s flames - caused cere’Qul to roar out before tossing himself up into the air high enough that it looked like he was preparing to jump over the sun itself.
Big Mac, a simple pony filled with desperation and hope, was no match for the demonic equine’s strength and was flung away like a sack of grain onto the ground. Back hitting the blood stained earth, Big Mac let out a pained grunt, his muscles and bones screaming at him for the punishment he was inflicting on them. Shaking his head to relieve the headache that was beginning to form, the red stallion was not prepared to suddenly find himself at a loss from air as a glowing crimson hoof stomped down onto his neck. Its owner, who the smaller pony fearfully looked up at, snarled and slathered like a wild beast as he let out a whinny so loud it made Big Mac’s ears pop.
The fangs that snapped around his neck, too sharp to be the rounded molars of a regular horse, cut deep into the red stud’s windpipe, threatening Big Mac with what the other knew would be his end as hot blood began to well up from out of holes made by said teeth. Grunting and neighing in fright, the red stallion tried his best to shove the other male off of him, kicking out with his legs as best he could to possibly break one of the thick legs the black equine had planted around him, but all of his struggles only served to make the demon horse angrier as he locked his jaws even tighter around the smaller pony’s neck, the taste of blood exciting Cere’Qul beyond rationality as his tongue licked over the red copper which flowed into his muzzle.
Seconds filled with panicked thoughts passed by like hours as Big Mac tried to think up a way for which he could get the other male off to release him. Jade eyes looked up fearfully into blood red orbs, flames literally danced where pupils and irises should before before one thought managed to cut clear through the red pony’s mind.
Giving a neigh of regret, Big Mac slumped to the ground, submission and desperation liberally oozing from every sweat soaked pore as he begged for his life in the way only animals could understand.
Tense seconds of silence passed, the wind itself seemed to pause as the world seemed to wait for what the other stud would do to the downed stallion. The simplest thing for the demon would be to twist his head, snapping the smaller equine’s neck, possibly tearing it off in spite once the green eyed horse was dead. However, a voice, a little, niggling sound for which Cere’Qul thought he had long since been rid of, reared up out of no where.
‘DON’T!!!!!!!!!!’
It was the force behind the cry that made the demonic equine grunt more than the word itself, the mind of the black stallion was so far lost within the throes of the lust of battle that he himself couldn’t even form words if he tried. A small blink, the tiniest of movements, was what saved Big Mac’s life. Fiery eyes, still burning hotter than the flames of hell, quieted as Cere’Qul looked down at the defeated stud at his feet. The sight of the other, coupled with the scent of submission, made the demon horse realize that the other would now no longer challenge him.
He had won the right to breed from the only other creature which could have possibly looked to challenge his dominance and in acknowledgement of that fact, Cere’Qul pulled his teeth out from the holes of Big Mac’s bleeding neck and then raised himself up into the air with his back hooves. A cry of excitement rent the surrounding area as the victorious stallion let out his joy over his opponent be heard far and wide. Stomping his front feet back onto the earth, just missing the red equine’s head by mere inches, the demon horse leaned down to billow a snort out from his nose onto the other, a sign of his place in their new herd.
Big Mac...couldn’t say anything. His defeat was so clear, and his shame for his lost made the red pony lay panting onto the ground beneath his new herd leader. Tail flicking against the ground, kicking up stray pieces of rubble like a child kicking his feet into the sand, Big Mac did nothing as he kept his gaze over the black demon stallion which postured and neighed out his triumph for several minutes on end. Once the other was through though, Big Mac was not ready for what happened next.
The feel of a stray tongue against his wounded neck, the hurt therein nearly making the red horse want to cry out in pain, forced a curious stare onto Bic Mac’s face as he looked up to Cere’Qul in confusion. The other said nothing however, as he continued to run his warm, almost hot, organ over the bleeding stallion’s neck. Soothing the wounds with nearly caustic drool, of which made the red pony shudder and moan as he felt his body heat up somewhat uncomfortably. A low growl of a snort calmed Big Mac’s rising frustration with the situation, a quick stomp of a black leg near the side of his head stilled his wriggling motions.
It took several minutes for Cere’Qul to be satisfied with what healing he had done, and one he was sure that the other wasn’t going to bleed to death like a stuck pig, a few powerful snuffs from his uncomfortably warm nostrils down the side of Big Mac’s throat being used to confirm this truth, the black stallion pulled himself back from the other male and then quietly stood in watch of his new herd member. Not having been through a situation like this before, seeing as no other pony had ever challenged him in such a way, Big Mac was left a little confused as he quietly picked himself up, head kept low so that he wouldn’t have to look into the smug eyes of his new dominant.
“And now that you’ve learned your place,” the black stallion began to say as he trotted over to the red male, lowering head head to try and look the other in the eye, but finding that every time he did so the other male would just turn away from him, “I think I’ll put you to some use,”
Big Mac wasn’t sure what that meant, he honestly could say the he didn’t want to know, but curiosity compelled him to lift his head just a touch, his eyes kept low to the ground, in question of what his new herd leader would ask of him,
“I’ve broken in many mares in my time, but it had been a while since I broke in a stud,” Big Mac shivered violently, his head almost jumping up to stare at the other male in ludicrousness, before he heard a snort of warning, “So I’ll give you a choice for being my first,” The red pony nodded at that. “Either you can turn to present my with your rump, which I will take later anyway, or you can dip yourself beneath me and service your leader and dominant as you are meant to do,” Cere’Qul kept a chuckle out of his voice as he spoke plainly to the other horse, a small sense of dignity filling him at the fierceness the other had shown during their previous battle.
“What will it be?”
Silence, a seemingly endless ocean this time, crashed over the pair as Big Mac shuddered and kicking a hoof up against the ground in contemplation.
“...ah…” the red horse began to speak, but was sharply cut off by a violent neigh.
“YOU WILL SPEAK WHEN I TELL YOU TO!!! AND MY QUESTION NEEDS NO VERBAL RESPONSE!! NOW, MAKE YOUR CHOICE!!!” Flames poured all around the demon horse, furious and hot, as though they were bursting free from a volcanic eruption, terrifying Big Mac into rearing up and back, before exploding into violent embers which sparked all around the two like starbursts.
Big Mac...didn’t know what to do or think in that moment as he felt his world shrink down to a pinpoint with only him and the other male standing within perpetual darkness, the weight of his future heaving like a thick chain around the smaller pony’s neck. It was obvious to all present what it would mean for him to submit himself to the other in such a way, no longer would Big Mac be able to consider himself as a stud after being bred by the other male. The first touch the other’s cum inside of his body would forever taint him as being a mare, and even if, by some unforeseeable miracle, that the other managed to disappear back into whatever pit had brought him forth, Big Mac would always know that he had been made another’s filly. That knowledge would leave him damaged, unwilling and unwanting to breed with a female, the shame of being...sullied in such a way forever haunting him.
The silence, stilling weaving its spell around the two stallions, was broken several seconds later as Big Mac walked over to his herd leader, and then straight past him before stopping in the middle of the larger male.
“I don’t have to warn you that if you should try anything…” Cere’Qul turned his head to watch the red pony shake his head rapidly at him. “Good,” the demonic horse didn’t think the freshly broken in stud would be daring enough to try such a thing, but it never hurt to warn one’s servant of the price of their actions should their err. After all, killing the other after the fact would probably make his newest mare violently upset, not that this mattered all that much to the demon horse.
It was the touch of a wet muzzle against his loins that made Cere’Qul shudder, a moan parting his lips seconds later as he left his new herd member begin to service him in the way that was both proper and thorough. The feel of Big Mac’s tongue ghosting over his left cock, so soft and yet firm at the same time, made the demonic horse shake his hips from side to side in rapture. Back behind him, his thick and heavy testicles, having grown swollen from the excitement of the fight, rumbled quietly as they began to churn with the froth of the demon’s pre-come, of which happily dripped free from their owner’s twin cocks.
“Taste me, little one,” Cere’Qul said, the use of the pet name that he often called Fluttershy and some of his other mare’s with was lost on the red pony as the other simply grunted.
Big Mac could say for certain that he hated his newfound position, though didn’t want to know what the punishment would be for not doing as he had been told. Slowly, ever so slowly, the red horse moved himself around so that he could get at the leaking heads of his leader’s cocks, the red pulsing veins wrapped around the twin pikes almost leading him to his destination as they began to glow brighter the further up he slathered his tongue along the lengths of the turgid shafts. When Big Mac found his place with his snout in front of Cere’Qul’s twin flared heads, the tips of said cocks liberally gushing with hot, musky pre-come, the red male took one moment to let out a long suffering snort before he opened his muzzle to take the two into his throat.
This caught Cere’Qul by a big surprise as he didn’t expect his new herd mate to be so adventurous with his ministrations over him. Growling, the demon horse reared up, but then halted himself before he could choke the other. He didn’t want to break the other, well, at least not like that...he would have more than enough time to make the other stallion into a proper mare before long. A few days and nights with the other sleeping with his leader’s cocks down his throat would help to work open the other’s esophagus to the point where Cere’Qul was sure that the red male would be literally begging for a taste of himself. The thought made a silent shiver rack up through the course of the bigger male’s body, or it might be the feel of Big Mac’s tongue curling across both of his flared tipped heads, rolling small nubs against his leaking tips, unconsciously exciting the dominant male even more that he already was.
A slight thrust cause the red pony to moan and then whinny in panic as far too much cock slipped into his muzzle.
“Don’t choke, I’ll have use for that wonderful mouth later, pet,” Cere’Qul decided that he needed something else to call the red male since little one seemed...less appropriate now that he thought over it. A nod from Big Mac made the demonic steed gasp and then kick a hoof against the ground, “Pull off from one of my shafts, but keep your muzzle laid low,”
Big Mac did as commanded, his new position leaving him with little argument as he popped one of the meaty phalluses from out of his maw before he started to suckle vigorously on the other, bobbing his head as he did so to so as to please herd leader.
Cere’Qul groaned up to the waning day, the sky growing crimson with the peaking of the first stars of the evening timidly trying to come out from behind the sun’s majesty veil, as the demonic horse began to buck himself into his pet. Tail whipping around behind him like a leaf cast free by the wind, the black stallion flexed his internal muscles as hard as he could before snorting. A sudden gush of pre-come inside of Big Mac’s throat made the other male moan aloud, the vibration causing Cere’Qul to whinny aloud as he spurted more pre-come into the smaller male. Beside his face, Big Mac barely took notice of how the black male’s other cock had rose up to press itself down onto his head, a deluge of sticky horse froth slowly began to gel inside of the red pony’s golden locks, coating him in the scent and musk of his dominant.
Minutes of this went on, Big Mac obediently servicing his herd leader while Cere’Qul grunted and moaned and painted the former stud with his seminal fluids in an attempt to further cement the red male’s place within his herd. When Big Mac managed to deepthroat the black equine to the point where Cere’Qul’s medial ring was lodged deep within his, now broken, throat, the demonic horse felt that it was time to speed things up. Grunting and digging his hooves into the ground, Cere’Qul brought his cock out of his pet’s esophagus all the way until only the head was placed in between the red pony’s teeth before slamming himself forward.
Big Mac’s eyes popped wide open as he was treated to the forcefulness many of the mares in the black stallion’s herd had long since grown used to. Not having been prepared for this, Big Mac grunted and whinnied, shaking his head vehemently to try and get his leader to stop, but a roar of a neigh silenced the other as Cere’Qul continued with his powerful thrusting, breaking through the small bits of resistance he found as he tried to literally carve a pussy inside of the other male’s throat. The bulge that pressed back and forth inside of Big Mac’s neck made for quite the lewd sight, the length of the greater horse’s cock, so large and full as it was, meant that the black stud could actually touch the tip of his phallus into the red male’s belly, something for which Big Mac wasn’t sure he would ever grow used to.
Numerous minutes went by with the two stuck in this way; Cere’Qul’s black body panting and huffing, sweat pouring from all across his back and sides, only to his as they little droplets of moisture turned into steam, as the black male ripped his way through his pet’s insides. The sweet rapture of breaking in a male for the first time was so potent that the demon horse couldn’t hold himself back as he placed both of his front hooves onto Big Mac’s backside, using the other as leverage as he ground the weaker male into his groin. The sweaty scent of his herd leader’s musky pouch of flesh pressed up against his nostrils made Big Mac feel somewhat light headed as he tried to breathe around the hard plain of his dominant’s stomach to no avail.
Whinny in panic as blackness, which had nothing to do with Cere’Qul’s fur, began to creep up into the corner of his eyes, Big Mac unconsciously shook himself in just the right way that it stimulated the other cock pressed up against the side of his head in such a way that it sent the right triggers inside off into the demonic stallion’s brain. A loud whinny followed by a grunt of frustration later and soon Big Mac was treated to the first taste of his her leader’s spunk flooding through the inside of his guts.
With the side of the black stud’s testicles however, already bigger than melons from the continuous stimulation they had received, both from the previous fight and the newly dominated red pony’s oral ministrations, the volume of seed which was released inside of Big Mac’s belly was so great that the other male’s midsection actually began to bloat. Not to be outdone by its unseen twin, the shaft that drooled endlessly above Big Mac’s head released a torrent of cum so thick and gelatinous it looked as though someone were literally trying to paint over the red pony’s form as gout after gout of spooge rained all across Big Mac in several arching waves.
Up above, Cere’Qul screamed his pleasure out for all to hear as he claimed the newest member of his herd in that primal way for which he was known. Moaning, neighing, arching, and bucking like the wild stallion that he was, Cere’Qul made sure that his new pet would forever know of its place beneath him as his cocks continued to pump his demonic nectar both all through and all across Big Mac’s body. The stench of musk that would linger onto the red horse’s body would be something that would bring a smile of the demonic horse’s face for years to come, the sight of the other, forever submissive to him, his belly dragging low with unused seed sloshing through him, would make for an impressive spectacle as well. Especially when he gathered his mares around the broken stud and had them lick him down from head to hoof. Perhaps even have one or two play with his cock, if Cere’Qul ever felt that magnanimous.
‘That would be a good treat to use to keep him in line,’ The demonic stallion though somewhat playfully, ‘Yes, this one should know that all of his pleasure comes from my command,’ The imagine of Big Mac, his tailhole dripping with cum from being freshly mated with, muzzle panting in exhaustion while his hooves shivered from the restless pleasure of having a sultry mare, perhaps the cream winged pegasi, nurse on his distended shaft would make for an amusing sight for the black stud.
So many erotic imagines filling up his head made Cere’Qul’s orgasm last for longer than it usually did, but alas, like many great things, it came to an end too soon for the demon equine. When he felt that his balls had shrank back down to their normal apple sized girth, Cere’Qul shuddered and then knickered before pulling his hooves down from off of Big Mac’s backside. Pulling away from the other male with slow, deliberate motions, the black stallion watched in awe as he looked upon the form of his pet, green eyes stare back at him blank with lust, muzzle literally drooling with cascading down his maw.
Chuckling to himself as he realized that somewhere during his orgasm the other must have fallen into the pit of rapture for which all of his mares were known to traverse, the demon horse realized that there was only one thing to do for the other at this point,
“Swallow,” he commanded, to which, the zonked out red pony did with glee. “Good boy,” the demon praised. A snort of mirth left the black horse’s muzzle a second later as he watched Big Mac’s cum soaked tail give a small wag of approval.
Author's Note:
Here's a lil extra, had a few pm's regarding if we'd see any Big Mac Action of any kind. Here's a tasty lil extra.
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Chapter 7 - Fleur, Aloe & Lotus
Cere’Qul was still reeling from his victory over the former stallion turned mare known as Big Mac. The black and red stallion snorted to the sky, sweeping his head across the air with rapid shakes of his head, his crimson man swaying every which way, as he thought over how sweet it was to have the only source of competition to his rule knocked out of the running. It had helped somewhat beautifully that the other was now a docile part of his harem, the large male easily submitting himself once Cere’Qul choked the other’s throat with his massive equine cock. The moans and whinnies the other male made could still be heard within the demonic stallion’s ears, ringing ever so wonderfully as Cere’Qul replayed the vision of the other over and over in his head.
Trotting by his side, Fluttershy was a little confused as to why her mate was so excited, though she was happy to see the large stud almost prancing as he walked next to her. It was somewhat...cute to see the normally dour equine nearly galloping as they made their way back to the peach colored pegasi’ home. Well, former home now. Fluttershy, like the rest of Cere’Qul’s herd, now only had one place, and that was underneath their mate. Just the thought of being in between the larger horse’s hooves, having the demon rutting his hips alongside her plump backside, his teeth tickling the nape of her neck as he thrust himself home inside of her wet snatch, made Fluttershy giggle in pleasure.
“You are amused by us?” the demon asked, startling the pegasi out of her happy daze as she turned to blink up at him, jade eyes wide.
“Um…yes?” Honesty was ever the best policy, or so Fluttershy had been told.
“That is good.” The demon stud turned his head away from his mate, his vermillion eyes turning to the horizon in front of them. “Your joy...pleases us.”
When Fluttershy moved up next to the larger equine to begin nuzzling him Cere’Qul had to fight to keep from shivering. These, odd displays of affection were still something for which the male was somewhat unused to, especially seeing as how they seemed to constantly occur while he was not exactly aroused. The demonic horse, still without his other heads, Euphoria and Rage, was not used to feeling these odd feelings, however, slowly he found himself growing more and more used to them. This was made apparent by the black stallion leaning down to return the show of affection his mate was showering upon him. The happy whicker that Fluttershy made as she felt Cere’Qul nose running along the length of her neck made the demon feel so good inside.
“We should hurry back,” Cere’Qul said, breaking the silent moment between himself and his mate as he flipped his ears up into the air, his head following a moment later as he tried to searching for something the pegasus couldn’t see.
“Is...something the matter?” Fluttershy, while no means a genius, was smart enough to realize that something was amiss. Though in looking up at the sky, the little pegasi couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary.
“...we should go.” And with that, Cere’Qul began to move at a slightly quicker trot. Fluttershy pulled up right next to her mate, her steps a little more hampered by the weight she was carrying within her sagging gut, but, ever the caring mate that he was, the demon slowed himself down enough to allow the pegasi to gain the lead in their race.
Up above, a shadow passed over the sun. Oddly enough, said shadow seemed to hover in place for a few seconds before disappearing.
Once they made their way back to Fluttershy’s home, both Cere’Qul and his mare stepped into the house which the pegasi owned and then up to a swirling green vortex which seemed to be hovering in place in the middle of the living room.
“I so hope Zecora and the others are alright,” Cere’Qul snorted at that, the larger male seeming to grow anxious as he did annoyed by the implication. However, the mask of nervousness for which covered the demonic steed’s face was easily seen through by the experienced eyes of the smaller peach colored pony. “I’m sorry,” Fluttershy said as she moved to the larger stallion’s side, her quiet neighs piercing through the other’s darkening thoughts enough to allow Cere’Qul to think more calmly. “I...didn’t mean to bring down your good mood.”
“...it is...fine.” The demon spoke, his eyes hard as he watched the glowing radiance swirl before him. “At our keep, we shall be protected.” Of that, the demon was quite sure as the diamond dog’s work was proving to be such that the demon was getting them to install several hidden chambers and passageways through his growing fortress so that there would always be ways and places for his mares to escape to, should...the demon shook his head. He didn’t want to wish such a prospect into being by even contemplating it. “Come,” Cere’Qul commanded as he moved forward towards the portal, “Let us return home.” And with that, the other slipped through the vortex out of sight. Right behind him, Fluttershy did the same, though only after seeing her mate’s long, crimson tail sway twice to signal the security of the other side of the gateway.
Back home within the safety of the black keep, Cere’Qul felt a wave of relaxation overtake his mind as he found his dark powers flowing from the stones around him back into his body. Having blessed his new, or rather old home, with his infernal energies, Cere’Qul found that with each passing day the fortress he was having made was becoming more of a living thing, rather than just a obelisk meant to house him and his harem. The walls quietly whispered a welcome to the stallion as the stones cried out in celebration for their master’s return. While it might have been madness for anyone else to hear such a thing being said, even the timid Fluttershy noticed a strange sense of...welcoming that presented itself whenever she entered within the walls of the castle.
Even more peculiar was the fact that the bundle within her belly seemed to kick and squirm just a little bit harder after returning to the dark, but thankfully not dank place for which she now called an extended home.
“You have returned, just in time, for I had seen something troublesome within my mind,” Zecora stated in her usual rhyming manner. The tone of her voice, as well as the scowl on her lips, foretold that something very bad had crossed the zebra pony’s mind’s eye.
“We shall speak more on that later, but for now,” the demonic horse trotted his way over to the middle of the large space for which the shining green portal had deposited both him and Fluttershy and then let out a sound the likes of which no horse in the world should have ever been able to make.
The call, sounding somewhat between a neigh, a horn being blown, a wail and the hymn of a song, sent chills through the entirety of the black castle at the same time it seemed to…‘beckon’. Fluttershy and Zecroa, being within the same space as the demonic stud, didn’t feel any adverse effects from the bellowing summon, though they both knew that it wouldn’t be long before…
The beating of hooves against stone broke the silence that followed after Cere’Qul’s cry. Like an army charging forth into battle, several ponies came through the doors lining the area of the room that the three equines were standing in. Faces blank, eyes vacant, the horses which stamped up to where the demon stood looked as though they were caught inside of a waking dream, so distant did they seem from consciousness.
“Good, you are all here.” Cere’Qul stated with a smug sense of satisfaction that made him sound even more conceited than he already could be at times. “Come to me, my mates,” the black stud said, his hooves moving quietly as the demon made his way over to where a throng of cushions had been set out for him and his harem. The fluffy pillows, while much much smaller than the massive equine lord, felt like paradise to Cere’Qul as he set himself down into the center of the enclave, his dark form nearly swallowing up all of the cushions before the demon made way for his mates, both females and the single male, alike. “It has been a very long day.”
And with that, Cere’Qul soon found himself being swarmed by the soft touches of his harem, as both tongues and hooves reached across the larger male’s body, showing him servitude and obedience, the likes of which only a king was do. Fluttershy and Zecora, his oldest acquisitions, were ever dutiful to the demonic steed as they licked along his turgid pouch of flesh, coaxing his flared cock to rise forth out into the world. The musky sac, already heady with the stallion’s sweat and potent pheromones, quickly began to season the air of the keep as the zebra and pegasi nuzzled and nibbled along the twin orbs which lay hidden in between Cere’Qul’s legs. Nickering at the delicious feeling, his blood humming through his veins as his heart began to beat so loud within his chest, the demonic stud let his head roll back and to the side as he began to lightly thrust his hips up into the Zecora and Fluttershy’s snouts.
When the twin scouts who Cere’Qul had caught much earlier on began to sweep their wet tongues along the length of the stallion’s cock, gently brushing the glowing red veins which covered the engorging piece of flesh, the black stud couldn’t fight the whicker of glee he felt as his cock began to pour small beads of precum out of the small hole in the center of the equine’s wide flare. Neither of the two seemed all that interested in their own budding arousals, the female’s weeping cunt began dribbling onto the already stained cushioned, darkening the multi colored material so much so that the stains would never come out, while the male pegasi’s own hardening cock, nowhere near as thick as Cere’Qul’s, but decent in its own right, surged from in between the male’s legs like a hose filling with water. Yet, neither seemed to care. That was just how lost they were to their own needs and desires in place of attending to their master and mate.
The rest of the evening was filled with the sounds of wet slurps and warm neighs as the small herd administered sexual relief onto their mate with abandon. It was only thanks to his somewhat strenuous day today that Cere’Qul saved himself from mounting any of his harem. The thoughts of the happening as he traveled with Fluttershy back home being the most aggravating of memories for the demon. However, that didn’t mean that his load wasn’t spilled nor his mates unfulfilled. Cere’Qul wasn’t that tired, after all. No, the demonic stud made each of his mates swallow at least two to three pints of his white froth, the two scouts even going so far as to share between each other what cum they kept in their muzzles.
By the time the time he was exhausted, or rather, worn, Cere’Qul found himself being nuzzled by his mates, the lot of them huddling together as they surrounded each other with warmth and…
‘Love,’ it had been a small revelation to the demon on what this foreign matter for which he had no knowledge of was. This strange age for which he had been awoke to, filled with a myriad of colors and sounds and smells and...feelings, the likes of which Cere’Qul was still reeling from, made the black stallion lay awake as he tried to understand what the purpose of these new emotions were.
“Love you,” Fluttershy said, her voice small and somewhat hard to hear from in the throes of slumber for which she found herself.
The sudden spike which stabbed the stud within the chest was something that Cere’Qul still had yet to get used to. But, with the coming of each new tomorrow, the stallion found himself growing more and more used to the pressure that often left him tossing and turning at night.
“We...love you as well.” Those words usually made the tightening within the demon’s chest somewhat bearable, but at the same time, Cere’Qul felt like he didn’t have to say it just to be able to have a peaceful rest anymore. Instead, the demon said it now for the sake of seeing that tiny, little smile appear on his mate’s face. “We love you all.”
The small lift of each of his mate’s lips after his words were spoken made Cere’Qul himself smile.
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The next day found Cere’Qul returning to the town of Ponyville by himself, the stallion’s reasoning was that it would do him well to grow accustomed to the land outside if he wandered around on his own. This had satisfied Fluttershy immensely, the pregnant pony having decided that she, too, needed some time on her own, as her friends were going to shower her with gifts for the new foal. The happiness that colored the peach pony’s face had been so much that when Cere’Qul saw his mate to the portal which connected his keep to her home, he had actually felt...not good that he had...somewhat lied to her. The truth, was a little more devious than that as the demon equine wanted to bring more mares into his herd.
Why that bothered him, Cere’Qul was almost unsure he wanted to know. Of course the black stallion was going to gather more ponies for his herd, his lusts demanded that he do so, but...the thought of him telling Fluttershy that made his stomach roll for some reason. A curse bit free from the stallion’s lips, his teeth gnashing together as he snorted while keeping his brisk pace toward Ponyville. The one consequence of these new emotions was that he often was left reeling from the backlash of often wondering if he would upset his mates Talking to them about his plans never seemed like a good idea because most of his ideas were focused solely on his own needs. That left Cere’Qul with pushing everything aside for the sake of simply doing whatever he wished anyway...which put him right back at wondering if his mates would be pleased with him.
‘Ahhhh!!’ Cere’Qul growled, the sound for which many an animal ran in fear from as the noise was such that no horse should have ever been able to utter it. ‘They are ours! We have no need to explain ourselves to them!’ The dark horse thought for the umptenth time since he had left his brood behind. ‘Yet, then why do we...ache inside?’ That was a question for which the black equine had been faced with for many an hour.
Trying to rationalize his actions only made the stallion feel worse than he already was, though. That fact was clear as the fiery red tail trailing behind the demon seemed to be cast in a perpetually dark glow, a sure sign of his feelings if nothing other. The walk to Ponyville was silent for the equine, save for a few choice utterances that were best left to the wind. Cere’Qul...was not sure of how things in the future would come to be, but he was pleased that, at least, he would have a few more warm bodies to lay with before the day was over with. That made the stallion’s tail flip against the air as he picked up his steps. The idea that he would have the ones known as Rainbow Dash and Apple Jack within his harem was enough to push away the dark thoughts which were brooding within the stallion’s mind.
Walking through the gates of the village, Cere’Qul was beset by a number of faces, many of them welcoming the ponified demon as he trotted up to them. The chattering voices of the others were easy to accept now as the black pony smiled and spoke to the surrounding ponies without feeling a sense of unease. Once before, it would have been impossible for the demonic steed to deal with the giggles and questions for which the other equines doted onto him, but now...it came so easy to reply to each in turn.
Almost as if he were an actual member of their society.
Once he had satisfied the group that had surrounded him, Cere’Qul trotted off to the little farm for where he had first encountered the earth pony female. Once he passed through the arch into the farmland Cere’Qul was quickly accosted by the form of a starry eyed Big Mac walking over to him, the bright red pony whinnying happily as he caught the scent of his master on the wind. Not really surprised at the other male’s eagerness, the demon pony gave the submissive pony a few nips along the length of his flowing blonde mane to show Big Mac his pleasure at seeing the other before nudging the farmer off onto his way. A sad look crossed the red stallion’s face as he walked off dejectedly back to work, not that this bothered Cere’Qul any, despite the way the black pony’s eyes followed after the subdued red equine’s rump. Shaking his head, Cere’Qul lifted his snout into the air, nose twitching wildly to get a taste of his future mates.
The black pony was somewhat annoyed that five minutes later his senses couldn’t catch wind of even one the ponies he sought, though the scents on the breeze did seem fraught with the lingering odor of many a female ripe for the picking. Lowering his head in annoyance, Cere’Qul decided to go off to try and find someone he could question as to the location of his mates. Letting his body turn towards where a working Big Mac was busy using his hoof to shake apples from out of the tree he was underneath, the black pony decided to let it be someone other than the large male. Since he was busy and all. Not that the demon was conflicted about facing the other.
No siree.
Making his way from the farm, the black equine walked around until he he spotted a very...majestic looking pink haired unicorn trotting along without a care in the world. Her hair, as it was a female by the twin folds jutting out from under her flowing tail, seemed to almost be alive as Cere’Qul watched the other’s long mane bounce up and down, the light from the sun shimmering from off of each pink lock like as though it were water. Instantly, Cere’Qul felt his prick begin to harden within his sheat. He had saved himself from spending his seed within his mates, his reason at the time being that he would rather fill up his two soon-to-be herd members, so that left the demon quite...pent up.
Sniffing at the air, Cere’Qul found himself letting out a neigh of approval as his crimson hooves began to robotically follow after the unicorn. The fact that his dark form seemed to be shivering went unnoticed to the demon, his powers flaring as his lusts began to take him over. It was only after he felt the untightening of his chest, like a weight being pulled up from off of his body, specifically his backside, that Cere’Qul calmed his desires enough to conceal himself fully once again. Thankfully, the black pony managed to do this just in time because without a second left to spare the head of the creamy white pony snapped backwards, her long, pink mane dancing in the wind as she did so. Suspicion was heavy in the bright purple eyes of the other, a long held vision of anxiety and knowing making the demon stud back up slightly.
“Can I...help you?” the soft voice of the pink haired pony broke the daze that Cere’Qul had found himself trapped in.
“We...apologize for having scared you.” The black horse said as he tentatively walked up to the other pony. “We...had just become enamoured with your presence and sought to seek your attention.”
“We?” The cautious twist and turn of the female’s head alerted the demon to his peculair way of speaking forcing him to whicker before speaking once again,
“We...meant…‘I’ meant that I was curious of you and wanted to ask for your attention, if you would do me the honor.” The low bow the black stallion made caused the female to let out a charming giggle, something for which Cere’Qul smiled deviously over.
“Well, if you were a fan, you should have just said so.” The black stud wasn’t sure what a ‘fan’ was, but he was grateful to see the white mare move over to him, brushing against his flank as she did do. “You’re new around here, I take it?” A soft voice whispered inside of his floppy ears making them flick ever so slightly.
“We...I am.” Cere’Qul found himself to be somewhat amused by the casual way in which the female was flaunting herself at him, no doubt eager to have her way with him as he scent so denounced. “Your smell is...quite pleasing.” The demonic horse snuffed at the nape of the long horned pony. “Quite pleasing, indeed.”
“Haha, why thank you,” The violet eyed mare replied. “I have a special brand of perfume made that helps to make me more...popular around here.” The pink haired pony pulled away from Cere’Qul, shifting her frame so that her back was to him. “Though I plan to wash it off at the spa since the staff there doesn’t like the smell of it on their hands. A shame really.” The mare seemed to be actually saddened by that fact, if the crestfallen look covering her almost painted face was anything to go by.
Cere’Qul had to bit back the chuckle that threatened to escape his throat. If the other thought that it was the strange, sickly sweet odor covering her was anything to tempt the hearts of other ponies she was about to be in for a VERY rude awakening. The demonic horse had but to shift his hips slightly, barely enough movement to even tell that his body had so much as quivered, before a thick cloud of his own musk began to waft into the air. Though unseen by the creamy white female it was easy to see that the fragrant musk was having an effect on her as her violet eyes began to grow glassy while her breathing increased just a touch. To her credit, the mare tried to play it off, shaking her head to try and compose herself while smiling back demurely at the knowing black pony.
“Ahem, would you…like to come with me to the spa? I can get you in as my guest, if you would like.” Cere’Qul, still not knowing exactly what a ‘spa’ was, felt somewhat hesitant about being somewhere unknown with the female. He would rather be out in the open, the wind on his mane, the earth underneath his feet, and the earth breathing across his body as he mounted the other, dragging his cock through her juicy cunt as he looked to make her one of his mates. But…
“I...do not think I can repay you for such a gift.” Cere’Qul watched as the other lifted her lips at him, her face shining brightly even as her eyes grew darker.
“That’s quite alright.” The pink unicorn began to trot away, her steps somewhat shaky as she tried to balance her weight upon them. “Just trust me!” The irony of that statement lingered with the demon all the way up until he and his unnamed guest made their way into the building which housed the mysterious ‘spa’.
Inside of the building, which was kept much cooler than the outside world, Cere’Qul found himself beset by the scents of various plants and oils, most of them nameless to the demonic stallion. However, it was not the soft blue colored walls which made the equine feel somewhat placid, nor the quiet hum that seemed to fill up the entire area, resonating within the pony with the right frequency to make him shudder visibly, that caught Cere’Qul’s concern. No. It was the fact that two very beautiful pink and blue ponies stepped out from behind a curtain which separated the waiting area of the front of the building to the unseen back.
Had Cere’Qul not been the creature he was, he would have sworn that the two mares before him were twins, so alike as they were with their opposing patterned fur and manes. Yet, it was the feel of the two which made Cere’Qul realize that his future herd members were not of the same bloodline. Smiling at the unicorn and black stud with teeth so white they looked to have been bleached, the two mares opened their muzzles to shout a happy cry at the pink haired pony on the demon’s left.
“It’s good to see you again, Fleur Dis Lee!” The echoing call made Cere’Qul blink in awe.
“Hi, dears. Have you been well?” The unicorn left the stallion’s side to move over to where the pink and blue horses were standing, the three of them soon nuzzling and chatting with each other so fast that the black pony could barely keep up with them.
When the three of them had ceased their idle chatter, their eyes all turned to regard Cere’Qul as though he were a single golden apple within a large basket.
“And just who is this?” The pink bodied pony asked as she sauntered her way up to the bigger male, her bright blue eyes slowly going hazy.
“Oh, this is my new friend...ah…”
“We…I am known as Cere’Qul, and I am new in town, so please forgive me if my presence upsets you.” The demon had to fight to keep his powers in check as he bowed before the smaller female.
“Ahh, Cere’Qul...that is...a very unique name.” The blue bodied pony said as she walked up next to her lookalike. “But somehow, I believe it suits you.” That put a small smirk upon the black pony’s muzzle.
“And whom do we share the pleasure of gracing?”
“My name is Lotus Blossom,” the pink bodied pony said before turning to her companion. “and this is my companion, Aloe.” the blue bodied pony nodded to the stallion, her eyes growing less and less focused as the demon’s musk began to overtake her senses.
“And I am Fleur Dis Lee, at your service,” the unicorn said, her long eyelashes dipping down low as the mare purred at the demonic steed before her.
“Well, now that we’ve been formally introduced,” Lotus began, nuding her somewhat drooling companion slightly. “How about we show you around, Cere’Qul?”
“I...would be delighted to experience all you have to offer here.” Of that, the black stallion couldn’t lie about as he began to trot forward towards the pink pony.
As they made their way into the back area of the spa Cere’Qul was delighted to note how very spacious the room that the four of them now occupied was. In taking a look around the black stallion found that the room had to be almost ten yards wide with a ceiling that spanned about 3 and a half yards from floor to top.
‘More than enough room to ‘stretch ourself,’ the demon pony chuckled.
The room was littered with various tables made for equines to rest upon, some of them being placed next to steaming vents for which large puffs of white air wafted through. A mixture of scents coated the air of the large enclosure, most of them being from the same various oils and plant matter Cere’Qul had smelled earlier. A sudden burst of motion over to his right caught the black stud somewhat off guard as he turned his head to watched the three females move over to an empty table, Fleur hopping up to rest upon the white cloth covering flat topped surface before flexing herself out for all to see.
“I hope you don’t mind,” the pink haired pony drawled in a seductive tone that was more than a little easy for Cere’Qul to see through. “but whenever I come here I like to ‘relax’ myself as much as possible, so do forgive me if I get ‘too’ comfortable.” A ripple within the air a moment later revealed to the black pony a pair of breasts hanging from underneath the shadow of the white mare’s lower body. From what he could tell, Cere’Qul noted that the white mare seemed to have jugs that looked to be somewhere within the ‘D’ section of breast cups.
“Not at all,” the demon stud replied with a chuckle. “We are most pleased to see you take comforts with yourself.” That was a truth if there was never any other as Cere’Qul felt his long endowment start to slip from his sheath down towards the floor. “If you wish, you may pretend that we are not here at all.” Though in the black stallion’s mind he was already upon the other, mounting her as his soon to be mate while filling her cunt with the excess of his spilled load until the white equine looked as though she would pop.
Which, ironically, if Cere’Qul got his way, she would when the first of his foals sprang forth from the enchanting equine’s depths.
“Oh, well, I wouldn’t want to be rude,” Fleur murmured, her hips wagging back and forth as her long flowing tail whipped across her buttocks. “you are my guest here, after all.” And then the white model turned to look at her attendants, both Aloe and Lotus Blossom, still reeling from the fog of musk trailing from around Cere’Qul’s body, shook their heads and then moved over to begin massaging their most famous of patrons.
Standing back to allow himself the chance to watch his soon to be mates attending to the white mare lounging back onto her back, Cere’Qul quickly realized that there was something...very enticing about the way the twin blue and pink ponies administered their attentions on Fleur. Hooves moved like oil across water as Aloe and Lotus Blossom rubbed the tension from the pink haired pony’s thighs, legs and calves, alternating between the lower regions as they did so. At the same time the two masseurs seemed to make a show of stroking across the large breasts belonging to the other female, gripping Fleur’s nipples and rolling them which, in turn, excited several happy cries from the white mare.
The obvious teasing was having its desired effect upon the demon because as he continued to look on his small pony form began to slightly swell with muscles and fat, growing longer as well as wider at the same time. Neither of the females seemed to notice this however, all of them were caught up in the motions of presenting themselves unconsciously to the black stud. Tails flipping across their backs, Cere’Qul found him muzzle somewhat mouthering at the sight of the fertile pussies for which were displayed to him, though his tongue came out to wipe away the mess before he could make a fool of him. Between the three females, Fleur seemed to possess both the largest of cunts and then biggests of clitoris of the group. It made Cere’Qul’s cock jump from in between his legs, light spurts of musky moisture plopping up onto his upper chest for his trouble.
When the female attendants began to grow more emboldened with their little act Cere’Qul watched as Lotus and Aloe moved both up and down the sides of Fleur’s long form, stroking and rubbing along the white mare’s chest and neck, even going so far as to leave little kisses and nuzzles onto their longtime customer for their troubles. By the time the three pony were unabashedly french kissing one another, their arousals growing so great that they lost the illusion of inhibition in favor for unabashed affection, Cere’Qul found himself once again within his true form, the great stallion standing almost ten feet tall with his almost two foot cock soaking the floor underneath him.
Nothing was said by the black demon as he trotted over to the females, the clouds of pheromones for which he had been leaking had long since covered the rational portions of the mare’s minds. So when Cere’Qul presented his snout to Fleur’s slowly oozing cunt, no one so much as paid a drop of attention to the demon horse. This proved to be something that worked in the stallion’s favor as Cere’Qul long and heated tongue quickly plopped through the outer wall of the white mare’s labia on up into the inner tubing of her vagina causing the celebrity to howl as her body literally locked up on her. The two masseurs didn’t pay much attention to the wild scream that left the other female’s throat, instead they simply nuzzled and kissed Fleur onto the lips, silencing her as Cere’Qul began to slowly roll his tongue in and out of the other.
Nostrils filling with the scent of the white maiden’s sex, as the demon could tell that the mare underneath him had yet to be touched by the virility of another male before, the black stud let his tail flip behind his back, his hips wiggling like mad as his large testicles began to fill with extra semen; his body growing excited since he knew that this one would easily become pregnant with one of his brood. Fleur didn’t seem to have any problem with what the large male had planned for her as she spread her legs wide for him, her boobs spilling down onto Cere’Qul’s nose and face as her movements became more and more uncontrolled. When the black stallion turned his head to the side to flip his tongue along the right wall of Fleur’s honey pot the equine hit something that caused the mare to jump up off of the table.
‘Found it,’ He thought triumphantly, knowing that he had touched along the bundle of nerves inside of the female that would cause her to orgasm aplenty once he filled her with his shaft. Sneaking a peek up to have a look at the three females nibbling alongside each other’s necks and manes, Cere’Qul pulled his face back from the others to lick his lips happily. Cocking his ears around, the black stallion was surprised to find that he heard the voices of several others within the building just outside of the room that he and his mates occupied. Snorting at the thought of being interrupted, as he heard two of the voices coming from outside mumbling about going to check what the noise they heard was, the fear of what they may find being the only thing stopping them, Cere’Qul chuckled. Turning to look around the room at the various doors leading to the area of the spa for which he had claimed as a breeding ground, the black horse silently locked each door with barely a thought before returning all of his attention back to his mares.
Eyes clouded with lust, neither of the females seemed to be conscious aware as the large equine moved himself over the table for which Fleur occupied. This was easily seen by how, when Cere’Qul moved the flared head of his wide phallus against the folds of the white horse’s lower end not one of the ponies present made so much as a single sound of complaint. Not even when Cere’Qul shoved the rounded head of his sex into Fleur's cunt, nor when the black demon rutted his hips forward, showing the model’s labia to the side to make room for his fat girth. For her part, Fleur merely moaned, her long throat going back as her eyes lifted into her head as she wiggled herself around along the length of her new lover’s cock as she was stuck like a butterfly onto the head of the other’s fat endowment.
Cere’Qul didn’t waste words, most them being unnecessary at this point, as he drew his flank back, his back muscles arching in a perfect curve, before shoving himself forward into the white maiden. A gasping moan painted the world around the four equines as Fleur’s sweet innocence was robbed from her by the black male shadowed over her body. Eyes, glowing hot like embers with hell, looked down in triumph as Cere’Qul deflowered the former maiden with another hard shove his hips. The squelching sound of his phallus trailing through the depths of Fleur’s juice box sounded almost like music to the demon as he humped the moaning creature beneath his legs hard enough to make the table she was on jerk. By this time, both Aloe and Lotus were so enspelled by the musk dripping off of Cere’Qul’s body like sweat that the two attendants barely even wondered about the how and why the little black pony they had introduced into the spa had changed into the tower monster that now bucked like a engine into their most prominent customer.
Both the pink and blue pony couldn’t find the will to care about this, so lost as they were, so neither seemed to note how their own cunts began to grow warm in between their legs, a sopping wetness forming just moments later. The excitement of their blood growing hot inside of their veins, the frantic beats of their hearts drumming so loud and hard against their chests that they blocked out all other forms of noise, even the frantic beating of the doors around them. Instead, Aloe and Lotus moved over Fleur’s drooling muzzle to begin kissing one another, the two sharing a moment they usually did in private in front of their esteemed guests. Tongue tickling each other, the two masseurs reached down to rub at the bulge battering back and forth inside of Fleur’s lower tummy, the outline being the point where Cere’Qul’s cock had jutted up into the white mare’s guts.
Cere’Qul, having lost much of his composure as his eager cock filled the smaller female’s cunt to the point where it looked as though the mare would burst, didn’t pay attention to the frantic beating that was coming from the door behind him. His ears lowered to drown out the noise at the same time his head dipped low so that the stallion could join in with the two female’s swapping spit between one another. Opening his mouth to allow Aloe and Lotus into his muzzle proved to be a real treat, though not as good as how his pounding hips felt as his pelvis began to dance harder against the almost brain dead white pony beneath him. The demon made a mental note of doing this again with his other mates, perhaps even having them perform the same ministration with each other while he watched on. The taste of the two attendants was sweet to Cere’Qul. Their names seeming to literally fit the texture of their tongues and delicious flavors as the black stallion drank the two with relish as he stuffed their muzzles with his wet organ. Neither Aloe or Lotus seemed to mind this, however. The two masseurs gave themselves over to their new hard leader without question, accepting everything he had to give them as he licked them across their faces once the need for air became prudent.
Cere’Qul felt his balls start to itch in a very familiar way second after he pulled his head up to snort up at the doors behind them being rammed at with some impressive force. Growling in that way no horse should have ever been able to do, the black demon sent a hard glower to the doors, a red surge of energy coating their frames before the noise level outside suddenly died. Grunting that he had to waste a moment’s thought on the interruption, Cere’Qul turned his complete focus back onto his Fleur. The large stud’s hips were now flying into the smaller female, so fast were his thrusts as he pumped every ounce of frustration out into the comatose mare. For her part, Fleur didn’t, or rather couldn’t, care about this as she allowed her body to be the receptacle for which her new herd leader could expend himself.
So it came as little surprise to anyone when Cere’Qul suddenly drove himself home into the unicorn, his entire body going stockstill, as he began to seed the white pony with his thick and fiery cum. So hot and potent was the flood of semen that it raised Fleur’s body temperature to the point where the sweat that had accumulated along her form began to sizzle and then steam as white trails of moisture rose up into Cere’Qul’s flexing nostrils. Had Aloe or Lotus not been staring at each other with eyes filled with passion beyond reasoning, the two ponies might have been able to watch how their longtime customer’s tummy began to bloat with the onset of the demon horse’s spooge. The small bump, which would soon become a stud stallion in its own right in the months to come, rose up high, sloshing like a water balloon from the tiniest jerks that Cere’Qul made as he shivered from the feeling of his testicles deflating. The scent in the air quickly became honeyed with the mix of sweat, musk, breath, and cum as Cere’Qul pulled himself back from out of Fleur, the demon’s senses telling him that if he didn’t he would probably drown the unicorn with the excess amount of cum he had filling her.
A loud ‘pop’ noise followed with the demon horse’s cock slipping out from the newly broken snatch belonging of the former maiden, and from that did come a long river of white stallion juice. The stream, so thick and powerful in its potency, ran down from in between Fleur’s legs to the floor where a mixture of Cere’Qul sweat and precum had long since formed a puddle. The loud trickling noise that echoed throughout the room made the black horse chuckle as he flexed his inner muscles hard enough to cause his cum stained cock to smack against the underside of his belly. Flecks of semen did stain the air as the still pumping head of Cere’Qul’s cock spat out strings of cum onto Fleur’s legs and breasts, the like of which would denote the once pure unicorn as belonging to the demonic steed forevermore.
‘As amusing as that was...we are not yet satisfied,’ the black stallion thought as he turned his sights over to the other two ponies within the room; both of whom were staring up at him with eyes filled with stars.
“Present yourselves to us, we have little time before we are to be interrupted again,” Cere’Qul commanded at the same time he turned his head to look at the quietly shimmering door behind him.
Without needing to be told twice, both Aloe and Lotus Blossom did as the demon desired, their offered cunts teasing the large stud as their tails flipped to the side like veils being torn free from off the muzzles of a newlywed mares. Seeing that the two were more than ready for him, their hind legs being soaked with their juices which consequently matted down their pink and blue fur, respectively, Cere’Qul couldn’t decide which of his new mates he wanted to sample first. A small cloud of frustration began to form within the black equine’s mind before he recalled something,
“One of you climb upon the other,” Remembering how he had had Fluttershy and Zecora perform that little trick a while back, Cere’Qul happily watched as Aloe moved herself on top of Lotus, the pink pony doing her best to keep most of her almost nonexistent weight from off of the blue masseur.
The black stallion paid little interest to this polite nicety being shared by the two mares as he casually sauntered up to them, his entire gait screaming with unspent need and desire, before he overshadowed them the same as he had Fleur. Cock still hard and lubricated from the mixture of his cum and the white pony’s honey, Cere’Qul barely gave the two attendants a moment’s warning before he shoved himself forward into Aloe’s unprepared body. Unexpectedly, instead of a screech of pain or moan of discomfort, the demon horse found himself being treated to a surprising plea for more as the pink pony backed herself up into the stud’s torso. The rounded breasts that dangled from in between the other’s legs, nearly forgettable in comparison to Fleur’s own plentiful jugs, bobbed and jerked as Cere’Qul drove himself fully up into the little mare. Down below Lotus Blossom groaned as she felt the heat of droplets of her lookalike’s fluids and Cere’Qul’s cum pat against the crux of her legs.
The scene that followed was one that defined eroticism as Cere’Qul began to quickly drill himself inside of his new lover, alternating between her and Lotus as the black demon pulled himself out of the hissing pink pony to have at her companion. It was no surprise then that, when the lowest female on the totem pole took Cere’Qul’s cock, the other did so with barely a sound coming from out of her muzzle. Had he been thinking about this more rationally, the equine stud might have wondered just how the nubile ponies were able to do this without suffering the same pains for which every other female had gone through when first taking his monster organ. But at the moment, the demonic stallion could care less for this information. Instead, Cere’Qul happily humped the two females, mixing between the both of their pussies with his rough and somewhat unsteady strokes as he pounded into them the same as he had Fleur.
The sounds of flesh beating against flesh, like a symphony of carnal rapture made real, bounced off of the walls of the spa, filling each horse’s ears as Cere’Qul pushed forward all of his stamina to try and seed the other two mares. Grunts and moans, like the backdrop of an orchestra, followed after the music of the demon taking the Aloe and Lotus, growing louder and more boisterous as Cere’Qul leaned his head down to take the nape of Aloe’s neck into his jaws. Mindful of his fangs, the black stud gripped his legs around the sides of both of his mares hard enough to lock the two into place, not that the kissing females were going to run off anytime soon. And why would they when they were being filled to the brim with so much wonderful flesh. Cere’Qul’s phallus was hitting them in all of the right places to make it so that their cunts flowered around his straining meat, pulling at the veins running along the length of the fat organ so that it made Cere’Qul shiver with every thrust he took.
Precum literally splashed inside of the two ponies with such force that it made Aloe and Lotus sigh in bliss. The knowledge that the demonic stallion’s fluids were helping their wombs to expand so that his foals would be able to grow inside of them was completely missed by the two females. Something else that also went unnoticed was the fact that, while the two spent their shared moment underneath the black male, they were growing more and more attached to one another. A bond being formed between the future mothers of Cere’Quls brood that would make them fiercely loyal to the demon, as well as to the colts that would pop out of them in the next eight months. However, none of this unknown information mattered to Aloe or Lotus. All that concerned them now was the fact that as the minutes drew close to almost half an hour’s worth of time, they could actually feel their mate getting ready to unleash inside of them.
The instinctual knowing, like any other which brought joy to one’s mind and body, made both females squirm around while spreading their legs further apart. Cere’Qul, his balls having grown fat with more cum from his body working in haste to refill his already spent supply, snorted and shook his red mane wildly before grunting and then holding himself still. As before his cum surged out from the rounded head of his flared cock, but instead of merely filled Lotus Blossom with his seed, the black demon pulled himself out before he could run dry, spilling his gushing seed out onto both mare’s bosoms, and then popped the head of his cock deep into Aloe. Both mares cried out in tandem as they felt their mate’s cock hug up deep inside of their cervixes, filling their womb with the same seed that was still drooling out of the sleeping Fleur’s snatch. It took several minutes before Cere’Qul was done seeding both females, his body quivered as though he had run a marathon across the earth twice over, before he backed himself up and out of Aloe’s coated depths.
Panting hard, the demon had just enough energy to melt himself into the shadows of the room before the doors he had sealed burst opened to admit several frightened crystal ponies into the room. The sight and noise of the group wondering what in Celestia's name had happened to the two masseurs, not to mention the lightly snoring Fleur Dis Lee made the demonic stud chuckle as he slipped by unnoticed from out of the room. He would make sure to leave his callsign for the three mares once he had regained his own strength, but for now...it was time to find a nice pond to drink from and perhaps a large bushel of apples to munch on.
‘Perhaps we shall go see out male mare now,’ Cere’Qul chuckled, his cock growing firm in between his legs once again at the thought of having the red stud clean off his spent tool.
Chapter 8 - Big Mac & Braeburn *Gay*
Chapter 8 - Big Mac & Braeburn *Gay*
Herding the bushel of apples he had collected for the day inside of the family barn, Big Mac found himself moving almost robotically as he stacked the basket he had collected next to the other fourteen he had managed to fill for today. He didn’t know what he had done to make his herd leader so disappointed with him, but as the big red pony recalled the disinterested look the black pony had sent his way, Big Mac could only feel a sense of grief overcome him. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so eager to try and seek out the other stallion’s attention? That was a thought that constantly buffeted at the blonde equine’s mind as he turned around to head back outside. He knew that he wasn’t exactly a mare who could give the black stud the foals that he needed to make his herd grow and prosper. He was just a simple male pony.
The thought of not being good enough for his herd leader would have made Big Mac cry, had he had anymore tears to shed, but after seeing the other male walk off and away from him earlier that day the red pony had spilled all that he had felt onto the ground of the apple trees within the family’s orchard. Not helping the red equine’s plight in the least was the fact that after seeing his master, Big Mac had felt a strong thrum of lust pool with his groin, lowering his massive stud cock down in between his legs. Normally, this would not have been an issue with the red pony, as Big Mac would have simply ignored the constant throbbing underneath his body in favor of continuing with worth, yet as he felt the heavy throbbing grow more and more incessant, Big Mac found it hard to think of anything except his herd leader.
The thought of the black pony up and above him, rutting his hard belly over and across the red stallion’s neck as he forced him to swallow around the long length of equine cock which Big Mac had been introduced to just days prior made the farmer pony flip his tail to the side, a low, keening whinny parting his throat. The memory of that long, turgid member slipping within the depths of his muzzle, forcing Big Mac to choke on the thick and gelatinous precum, his belly quickly filling with the warmth that came from another male’s loins had the red pony almost drooling. At first he had been resistant to the strange male’s advances, not caring nor liking the fact that the black stud had been eyeing his sister and her friend with that knowing look, but after sampling the delicious cock which seemed to possess a heat hot enough to brand his soul, Big Mac couldn’t think of why anyone would deny themselves the chance to be underneath his herd leader.
The memory of that wonderfully musky shaft running over and across his nose, staining his senses with the heady scent of male lust, cause a shiver of need to trail over and across Big Mac’s body. Hips shaking as his blonde tail flick from side to side, his tailhole puckering as though knowing that it would soon be filled with another male’s seed, Big Mac could barely think straight as he moaned low within his throat. What he would give to have the larger male on top of him, thrusting his gargantuan member home inside of his backside, spreading the walls of his anus aside as he dumped gallon after hot gallon of equine spunk inside of the red pony’s tailhole. Big Mac could just see himself, standing with his hooves up against the wall of his family’s barn, his body soaked in sweat, his nape being taken into the black male’s maw, teeth gently, but firmly holding onto him as his herd leader fucked him hard enough that it would leave him forever wanting. Just the thought alone spurred Big Mac into grunted and bucking himself back and forth against the air, his eyes slammed shut as he clenched his inner muscles hard enough so as to keep the black stallion locked firmly inside of himself.
Had anyone come along right then to see what the red pony was doing they would have been very...shocked by what they were seeing. However, Big Mac was alone within the orchard, for the moment, and that left the farmer to lose himself to his inhibitions, whickering and neighing as loud as he wanted as he called out to his herd leader. Flashes of the other, over and under him, the black stallion’s cock hammering home deep inside of his flowered tailhole, the long length of equine shaft burying itself in deep as Big Mac gave himself completely to his herd leader, it all served to excite the red pony to the pony where his own cock couldn’t help but to surge out of his sheath. The impressive piece of maleness, mottled both pink and black along its edges, spat out clear fluid onto the grass below, staining the ground with the thick odor of equine musk. All around him the air slowly began to grow heavy with Big Mac’s scent, his body quickly becoming coated with sweat from the imagined exertion of his herd leader pounding away at him, both at his throat and in his tailstar.
It was when the first tingle of began to run along his heavy balls, the twin orbs churning and throbbing like crazy as they prepared to give up their frothy load that Big Mac came back to himself. Green eyes blinked in confusion as the farmer pony flipped his head around, looking for the one who was not present, before coming to the realization that this was not the place for what he was trying to do at the moment. Looking down at the ground and seeing a large puddle of clear slime painted across the grass, Big Mac snorted and then pulled himself backwards away from the evidence of his loss of control.
‘Ah really need him right naw,’ Big Mac thought in the same drawl he normally spoke with. Turning on his hooves to retreat back to the barn, the red pony made a quick dash to the safety of the enclosed space, slamming the doors of the building shut on his way in, before moving over to a stack of hay to drop himself down with a slump.
Silence reigned inside of the darkened space as the red pony tried to collect himself. It was a hard fight though as Big Mac found himself unable to think about anything else other than his herd leader. The black stud’s strong body, his long legs, the heat that seemed to forever waft out from the larger male’s form, his cock which seemed to be able to drill into a pony’s mind, as well as his heart, were the only things that concerned Big Mac at the moment. Nothing else seemed to matter, despite the farmer doing his best to try and cast aside the visions of his herd leader to focus on something, anything else! It was as though some part of the black stallion had left a permanent mark on him and as Big Mac rolled himself onto his back over the bundle of hay beneath his belly the red pony couldn’t help to to call out to that unseen blemish inside of him.
He wanted, no, NEEDED his herd leader to come and take him. To claim and make him a proper mare. The other had a right to do so, after all, he was the strongest male stud within Ponyville; that, if nothing else, made it the black male’s burden to lay his seed within every pony within the village. Covering them with his scent until they stunk of the other’s cum. Filling their backsides until their stomach’s bloated from the white sludge which would mark them as belonging to the dark pony. All eyes should be glazed in rapt submission before the other, muzzles should have nothing less that the other’s name forever attached to their lips. Tongue salivating for the male who had no equal.
Just the thought of being one of his breeding vessels, perhaps locked within a stall and trapped within a sling, tail raised by a rope and pulley to give full access to the other whenever he so desired, was the true way to live. And even though he knew he couldn’t become full with the black equine’s seed, what Big Mac would do to find a way to change his shape, growing heavy with breasts for his herd leader while widening his hips to prepare his form for spilling out a strong foal for the dominant stallion. The thought of his belly rounding, growing and swelling as twin colts grew inside of him, the next generation of studs that would spread their sire’s seed into the world, had Big Mac groaning and he reached down with his hoofed hand to begin pawing at his long cock.
With his other paw, the farmer pony reached down to roll his fat orbs laying in between his legs, envisioning them pulling taut against his stomach as he spilled his unwanted seed onto the ground while gasping from his herd leader filling him with another batch of foals. Mind growing hazy as the other whispered to him what a good mare he was as the black stud hilted and then spilled himself inside of Big Mac, his cum, so hot and good, surging forward until his stomach could no longer contain the spooge and it was forced to wash out across his master’s lower end. Then, after seeing such a display of wasted seed, the black pony would grunt and then begin humping him again, wanting to fill the red stallion with another load of cum just to make sure the first took hold inside of him.
How many hours to days Big Mac would spend trapped within the sling, his eyes rolled up into the top of his head as his lower end was pulverized by the strong jackhammer like thrusts which the darker equine would deliver unto him. The nights and days would blur together becoming one as the larger stallion seeded his submissive mare over and over again. His nape would be permanently marked by the impression of teeth having sunken in deep pass the thick red hide of fur and flesh, a sort of twisted declaration of servitude that would mark Big Mac as belonging to the other male.
Grunting as his hips began to frantically spike up against the air, Big Mac was so completely caught up in his little fantasy that he failed to notice the shadow of someone slipping into the barn through the unlocked doors at the front of the shed. The person, who remained somewhat undefinable because of the strong sunlight shining through the opened doorway, gasped in shock at what they saw. Again, not that the red farmer pony took notice of this as he rapidly pawed himself off. Eyes closed tight enough that it looked as though the other was in pain, Big Mac nearly jumped through the ceiling after feeling a hoof on his shoulder.
“Cousin?” Braeburn called as he looked to where his kin had jumped up onto the rafters of the barnhouse.
“Braeburn!!! Don’t ya be startlin’ me like t’at!” Big Mac shouted, a first for the normally docile pony as he climbed his way down from the top of the barn.
“Sorry, cousin, but I came in and called to you and you didn’t hear me and then I…” The blushing golden earth pony didn’t know what more he should say as he looked to his much larger relative as he dropped back down onto the floor below.
Watching as the other male, who happened to be breathing rather erratically, though whether from his somersault or from...what he had been doing beforehand, Braeburn couldn’t be sure. And actually, he didn’t think he wanted to know. Nope he did not want to know what was going on with his kin, just like he did not want to think about the almost two foot long pony cock which jutted out from in between Big Mac’s legs. No siree. Braeburn wasn’t imagining the long spire of flesh running back and forth inside of his cousin’s hoof, the flared heard gushing with precum onto the floor, which there was now a very large puddle of.
“Wha’ do ya wan’, Braeburn?” Big Mac asked somewhat tersely as he tried to calm his rapidly beating heart back down to its normally set rhythm. A grunt of annoyance came from the red pony as he watched the other earth pony simply gawk at him for almost a minute on end without saying anything. “Braeburn! Ah was kinda busy here ‘fer ya came along.” There was little embarrassment on the normally subdued farmer’s face, Big Mac actually seemed more like he was ready to throttle the other by the glowering tugging at his face.
“Oh...uh, I...well...that’s is...you see…” The golden pony didn’t know what to say exactly as he looked to the muscular stallion in front of him. Jade eyes averted as he tried to look elsewhere it was easy to tell that something was eating at the other male, but in his annoyance Big Mac could hardly see anything other than an interloper who had disturbed him from dreaming of his herd leader. “I…”
“Wha?!” The red pony stomped up to the other, nostrils flaring and ears pressed down low. When he was but a foot from the other, his hard snorts almost visible as small clouds puffed into existence from the farmer’s nose, Braeburn did the only thing that seemed to make sense at the time.
He pressed his lips directly against Big Mac’s own.
To say that this startled the other male would have been the understatement of the week. Big Mac, while being recently introduced into the pleasures of male-on-male interactions, quickly found himself enjoying the what it felt like to be able to be with another male as he opened his muzzle to allow Braeburn’s tongue to slip its way inside of his maw. The golden pony, having always wanted a chance to be with his older kin, didn’t let up for a second as he grunted and then pressed his head forward, swallowing around Big Mac’s own wet muscle as the slippery organ ran deep inside of his own mouth. The two stood in place for several seconds as they exchanged tastes with one another; Big Mac’s subtle flavor being somewhat hard to describe, much like the red pony’s own personality while Braeburn’s own exotic tang made him very appealing to the larger stud.
When they broke apart for air, the both of them panting hard as they stared at one another with lust fogged eyes filled with both love and need, it was Braeburn again who initiated the next phase of things.
“I want you, cousin,” the golden pony explained as he moved himself forward, nuzzling his cheek against Big Mac’s neck and chin. “I always have.” No one knew that Braeburn was a closeted homo, that was something the golden pony had had to wrestle with for a long time as he never knew how to express his feelings to anyone with fearing that they would become disgusted with him. Not that there was anyone to say that what he felt was either wrong or out of place, the ponies of Ponyville were just so...established in how things were that it made the golden pony feel somewhat like an outcast as he often found himself desiring other males.
The thought of being under another stallion, of having a larger stud mount and then fill him, was something that Braeburn had envisioned for years. Having never summoned up the courage to try and ask one of his friends to mount him, the golden earth pony had had to make due with a lot of vegetables being stuffed up inside of his tailhole. Many a times he could have sworn that his parents were on the verge of asking him why some of the produce within the house kept disappearing whenever he was home alone, but thank Celestia that they never did.
Now though, “Mount me.” Braeburn both asked and pleaded. His body automatically flipping around so as to present himself to his cousin, tail raised and front hooves lowered to the ground so much so that the golden earth pony’s upper chest rested onto the floor of the barn.
Before Big Mac so much as opened his muzzle to ask the questions which were storming through his mind a figure appeared inside of the doorway of the barn shocking both males.
“Not without our permission, he will not,” said the voice of someone who instantly made Big Mac’s heart thump inside of his chest. Braeburn didn’t know what to think or do as he found himself being ignored by his cousin as the larger red pony trotted over to the strange black male who was sauntering up into the barn.
When he looked on next, Braeburn was very surprised to see his starry eyed kin nuzzling and licking the face of the ebony stallion with very unusual crimson colored eyes. The black pony, who seemed to be a fair bit bigger than any equine Braeburn had seen before, showed little interest in Big Mac, at least, that was the way things looked as the other snorted and then shook his head, as though shooing the other away. Watching as Big Mac backed himself up some to let the other pass, the golden earth pony lifted himself up and then took a cautious step back as he suddenly found himself the center of the newcomer’s attention.
“You are an unclaimed mare,” the black pony said, his words ringing inside of Braeburn’s ears the same as a gong being struck. “You shall be ours then, mare.” The unnamed pony said as he leaned his head forward to sniff at the golden earth pony’s neck.
“Who are you?!” Braeburn asked, his head whipping back away from the other as he began to trot backwards.
“We are know to others as Cere’Qul, since your tongue is not capable of saying our true name.” The easy dismissal of the earth pony’s question brought with it a heavy snort as the black stallion charged forward, knocking Braeburn over a bundle of hay.
“Hey!”
“Be silent mare!” Cere’Qul growled, his eyes burning with indignation for having one who would soon be a part of his herd speak out of turn so. “Your muzzle will be put to use in a moment,” The black stud turned to regard the somewhat crestfallen red pony behind him, the other gazing longingly at him as though silently praying for the demon’s attention, before nodding for the farmer to come to him.
Big Mac wasted not a second as he happily made his way over to the other male, his large green eyes almost twinkling in delight as he returned to showering affection over his herd leader. Cere’Qul...didn’t say anything as he breathed in the sweat soaked scent of the slightly smaller stud, the scent of the red pony making him aroused in a way that was very different from what he felt for his other mares as his long, turgid cock came out and down to rub up against the front of Braeburn’s tummy. A smear of precum trailed along the lines for which Cere’Qul drew against the golden earth pony’s body as he began to roll his hips forward, his legs locking tightly around the shivering male as he nibbled at his male mare.
“You have been patiently waiting, have you not, my beautiful mare?” Big Mac nodded rapidly, needy whinnies tumbling out of his muzzle as he lost the ability to speak words, so happy was he. “Then you shall be rewarded for your wait,” Cere’Qul turned to regard the submissive earth pony beneath him, the wide green eyes of the other expanding just a little more as the demon’s lips crested up into an all knowing smirk. “This one you shall mount from the from, while I break open his back, that shall be my gift to you.” Braeburn could have been knocked over with a feather after he heard the words of the other male.
Big Mac, on the other paw, didn’t waste time trying to plead clemency for his cousin, why should he, after all, as the other was going to be getting what he himself had yet to be gifted with. Instead, the farmer pony moved himself around to the front of Braeburn’s upturned muzzle and then formally introduced the younger stallion to the plump girth that was his horsehood.
“Wait a minute! Don’t I get a say in this?!” The golden earth pony shouted as he was teabagged by his cousin’s very big testicles, the musky sacs of flesh pu a somewhat dopey smile on Braeburn’s snout after he took several strong whiffs of Big Mac’s scent.
“No.” was the last thing Cere’Qul said before he raised his front hooves up and then placed them over on top of the hay bundle resting underneath Braeburn’s back. When next the black horse moved it was to run the flared head of his lengthening penis up against the pucker of the golden earth pony’s tailhole.
The scream that Braeburn let out as his anal virginity was taken by his first real cock was quickly muffled by Big Mac as the older equine pulled himself back and then filled his cousin’s muzzle with his own impressive endowment. And then there the three stood. Braeburn struggling and gasping as he was stuck like a moth onto the end of a needle as the two males up above him threw their heads back as they revealed in the sensation of having their massive dicks surrounded by moist heat. It was only by the grace of good luck that no one happened by the opened doors of the barn at that moment. Cere’Qul, in his excitement at seeing two ready mares needing to be bred, hadn’t bothered to close the doorway as he made his way forward to get to his newest herd members. So because of this, there was no one to stop them as the demon stud began to lightly pull himself out of the golden pony’s tailring, widening the muscles therein as his hefty shaft continued to surge with more and more blood, thickening the prodigious member until it returned to its normal length and girth.
Over in front of him, Big Mac shivered and blinked as he rolled his flank back, loving the feel of his cousin’s tongue unconsciously slurping over his medial ring as he pushed further and further up inside of the flailing male. Once he was almost two-thirds of the way inside of his kin’s muzzle, Big Mac snorted and then shook his head, golden mane spilling every whichaway, before he leaned forward to run his own tongue along Cere’Qul’s lips. The startled black male, not used to such treatment while in the midst of his claiming of another, didn’t stop himself as he opened his muzzle, allowing his male mare to take over his maw with warm licks as he did so.
The sight of them, with the larger stallion, his eyes wide and his haunches thrusting forward while Big Mac thrust his own hips forward into Braeburn’s muzzle, would have been a very strange sight to see for anyone coming by, as for all intents and purposes, it seemed as though the red pony was the one taking charge of things. His golden tail whipping behind his erratically, the farmer looked as though he were having the most fun of the lot as his cock began to drool precum in large, sticky pools, so much that heavy streaks of male fluid rain down the sides of Braeburn's neck.
Cere’Qul was quick to correct this, however, as the demon narrowed his eyes and then grunted before shoving the other male’s head forward. His own tongue quickly took the hint of the gesture as it snaked its way forward into Big Mac’s throat, seizing control of their shared kiss as both dominant males began to hump inside of the golden toy hard enough to almost compact the other into two. Down below there was nothing the Braeburn could do as he slowly stopped his struggling in favor of accepting his new position as the mare to, not one, but two well hung studs. The texture of his cousin’s cock, all meaty and wide across his tongue, pushed deep into the golden earth pony’s throat, nearly choking the other as he tried hard to suck on what was being given to him.
Not helping matters any was the fact that down below his rectum was being torn apart by the broad phallus for which the black male possessed. Never having anything so big down there before, no cucumber in history would have been able to match the girth of Cere’Qul’s arousal, Braeburn found himself feeling a pleasurable burn which seemed to light up all of his senses all at once. It was so wonderful, yet so painful, the girth of the shaft filling him to the brim while at the same time splitting him open down the middle. Braeburn wouldn’t have given the shared moment up for anything, though. And to prove this as being so, the younger stallion began to push himself back and forth along the twin lengths of male flesh which ran inside of him.
The sudden increase in pressure coming from down below forward Cere’Qul and his mate apart, a sloppy string of saliva the only thing connecting them as they panted hard while groaning aloud. Hooves kicking up against the floorboards, the two dominant males let out passionate snarls as they neighed loudly into the waning afternoon. The heat and tightness of the holes encompassing them made it so that every little move Braeburn made brought them momentous pleasure as the smaller male’s body squeezed them so tight the grip could have been been called vice tight. Rocking forward into each other, Cere’Qul and Big Mac moaned into each other’s faces, the two of them barely seeing each other as they breathed in the rising plume of male musk which now coated the entirety of the room that they stood in. So deep and fragrant was the scent that the odor seeped out from the barn and into the air outside, catching into the noses of several ponies who happened to be flying through the air up above the orchard.
Neither male could stop to care about this, not as they found themselves growing close to the edge of orgasm. Their twin cock, pulse and throbbing so hard that they were almost vibrating inside of Braeburn’s muzzle, gushed with so much precum that it filled the smaller earth pony’s guts and tummy to the point where a small paunch could be seen rising within the submissive male’s stomach. Hissing together as Braeburn wrapped his legs around both of their torsos, the two males had just enough time to spare a single glance between each other, a look that spoke of something neither were entirely sure was worth defining, before a tight clench at their cocks caused them to scream loud enough to rattle the rafters up above.
It was only thanks to sheer chance that Braeburn was drowned by the two males as they came at the same time inside of him. The twin organs inside of him, expanding his throat and anus to proportions that the respective holes were never meant to go, didn’t so much shoot as they erupted and then exploded inside of the younger pony. The wash of cum that filled up the other male was so great that Braeburn’s belly expanded like a balloon, that was just how massive a torrent that filled him from the two males climax was. However, because of the twin shafts spraying together at the same time within a space not meant to be filled so rapidly, the deluge of cum was forced back through the two holes that were being filled. The only warning that Braeburn could give to this happening was a slightly mumble before his mouth opened wide and his tailhole flowered open just a centimeter more than it already was.
Both Big Mac and Cere’Qul whinnied loud as they felt the heat of their mixed cum flood out across their legs. Not prepared for this, they both pulled backwards to try and get away from the waves of spunk which were hitting them, unintentionally giving the golden earth pony some much needed breathing room as his body tried to dump out the cum which was filling the submissive male.
Still caught within their respective climaxes the two stallions moaned as they rutted their hips forward into Braeburn, their orgasms going strong, despite the uncomfortable feeling they had of having semen splash up and across their bellies. Once the moment came to an end however, both studs began to pant as they pulled back, popping their cocks fully out of the shivering male.
“We are...pleased with our new mate,” Cere’Qul said, more to himself than to Braeburn; the golden pony was unable to do much more than babble as he licked his tongue out across his snout in surrender. “But we have another mare to claim before the hour is finished,” the demon stared intently at Big Mac as he spoke these words, the red pony blushing somewhat as he trotted up to the other obediently.
“Please,” the farmer pony whispered after moving himself directly in front of the other male.
“Move yourself over on top of the other and then…” before Cere’Qul could utter the ‘p’ of present, Big Mac ran over to where Braeburn still lay, the other’s ass literally trailing with cum like a waterfall, lifted his tail up and then bowed himself down low so that his snout rested over and across his cousin’s sweaty throat. The two males, whether by coincidence or fault, ended up belly to belly together; Big Mac’s still dripping phallus pressing up against Braeburn’s own neglected cock. Had the other been coherent the golden earth pony might have taken noticed of how his cousin slow began to rub both of equine erections together, frotting them without conscious thought as the bigger male wiggled his hips in readiness to accept what his herd leader was about to bequeath upon him, but in being as physically, as well as emotionally exhausted as he was from such a thorough matting, Braeburn wouldn’t have been able to tell which way was up had he been asked.
Cere’Qul, on the other paw, chuckled at seeing this, his cock growing firm once again as he sauntered up to the posturing red pony. In lowering his head down to snuff at the farmer’s tailhole, the demon found himself shaking his head in appreciation at the tender, virgin flesh which he was about to sample.
“You will make a find broodmare when the time is right,” the black stallion said quite ominously before he hopped himself up and then onto the other’s back. The feel of the larger stud pressing his thoroughly wet shaft up against his winking pucker caused Big Mac to wince right before he yelped as three good inches of a very wide cock broke through his body.
“Prepare yourself, mare, for we shall be long in our efforts to deflower you,” and with that, Cere’Qul began to push himself forward.
The feeling of the great stallion’s cock slinking into him made Big Mac actually see stars, his body shivering and rutting against his cousin’s half hard stallionhood. The two submissive ponies didn’t know it but as Cere’Qul spread his seed within the two, the both of them were growing small wombs inside of their bellies which would soon grow large enough to support the demonic stallion’s foals. At the moment though, this wasn’t all that important to either earth pony as they groaned together, Braeburn slowly coming back to himself as he felt the hot, electric sensations of his cousin’s cock sliding across his lower body. Green eyes looked up to see the whinnying farmer shaking his head wildly, long blonde locks flying across the air like mad as Big Mac haunched his hips backwards into the black stallion’s thrusts.
Cere’Qul snorted, his large nostrils taking in the scent of the males beneath him becoming his new harem mates, his cock punching through the red stallion’s back door with enough force that the other was forced forward against the golden earth pony. The sweet little cries that the crimson equine let, the loud neighs which sounded like gentle please, made the demon smile, almost, as he let his lust overtake him. His forelegs closed impossibly tight around Big Mac’s chest, his back pumping forward with bruising force as black balls tapped against straining red orbs, the sight of them like a strange Newtow’s cradle. The feel of his testicles churning, his cum quickly filling back up inside of the low hanging mounds, gave Cere’Qul new passion for wanting to seed his new mare.
Locking his teeth around the red male, Cere’Qul watched as Big Mac lowered his face down to slather his tongue across the front of Braeburn’s muzzle, the golden earth pony opening his maw to allow his cousin to share a heated kiss with him. The knowledge that the two were performing one of the most taboo forms of sexual misconduct meant nothing to the two cousins, so lost as they were in the throes of ecstasy. The rubbing of their cocks against each other only made the sinful play of flesh all the more exotic to the demon, as Cere’Qul wondered if the two would have ever made such passions with one another had he not taken the two of them into his herd. From the looks of things, with the way Big Mac seemed to be dominating the Braeburn, the red pony all but sucking the breath from out of the other as he bobbed his head back and forth, his long tongue slurping in and out of the golden earth pony’s maw, the black stallion figured that it wouldn’t have taken much to get them going...with the right motivation.
That made what he was doing all the more entertaining to the demon stud. Pulling his massive black phallus back and then holding still, Cere’Qul watched as Big Mac began to fuck himself against his stalk of flesh without any extra provocation. His large haunches looked to be almost like a bird’s wings moving through mid flight as the red stallion pounded his butt back and forth against Cere’Qul’s belly. Down below, the farmer pony popped his snout off from around the smaller equine, strings of drool falling like pale, silvery ribbons down onto the moaning Braeburn’s throat. In watching the two cousin’s stare at one another, Cere’Qul got the chance to watched the two male grunt and then neigh before cumming powerfully onto one another. The deluge of white being so large that it coated the undersides of two completely as they shuddered, writhed, and arched into each other like two forms trying coming together as one.
Cere’Qul hissed, his fangs slipping out from underneath his dark lips as he fought to keep from losing himself to the clenching insides of the male mare beneath him. The orgasm between the two cousins lasted for several minutes, their minds harmonizing with each other to the point where neither could be sure who, or what, they might be. Once the moment was over however, the two earth ponies were left blinking at each other in confusion. It was obvious that they realized what they had done, yet neither knew exactly what to say or do as they felt the cooling essence on their torsos congealing like paste.
“You both are so beautiful,” Cere’Qul said, startling both of his male mares. “We will be quite thrilled to see what foals you produce us,” Before either pony could get so much as a breath in to try and say something the black stallion pushed himself back into Big Mac.
Like a spark being sent across a trail of spilled gas, a roaring fire shot through the red pony, setting Big Mac’s hips to flying once again. Letting out a plume of his tainted musk, Cere’Qul noted the slowly growing arousal that began to overtake the two males once again. In the sec that Braeburn lifted his head to begin thrusting his tongue inside of Big Mac’s slacked jaw was the moment when Cere’Qul started to restlessly push his back legs into the submissive red pony’s ass. Now that he was sure that the two males would take care of each other’s needs, his presence being between them or not, Cere’Qul knew that these two would make good broodmares for his herd...should anything happen to him again.
But before that, the demon rolled his hips to the side, spearing the red stallion onto his cock, locking his medial ring into the other so that his flared head could inseminate Big Mac’s guts with his precum. Though the red male couldn’t see it, even had his eyes not been completely focused onto the golden earth pony’s face, Cere’Qul could feel the small pouch of flesh growing around his length, becoming larger and more full with every pulse of the demon’s cock. Once he was sure that the process would be irreversible Cere’Qul slipped his hips backwards, his phallus pulling at the muscles of the red pony’s insides enough to draw Big Mac’s rump backwards.
The next dozen thrusts brought with it resonating whinnies, the likes of which made the barn shake as the demon slapped his muscular haunches into those of his mate’s as the two intertwined bodies struggled together in untamed bliss. Down beneath them, Big Mac and Braeburn’s cocks were slowly gushing again as the last few shots of cum spat out of the urethras of the two earth ponies before weak jets of precum sloshed over their bellies. The feeling of Cere’Qul’s cock, ploughing through him, surging deep within his tailhole, coating his inner muscles with mind numbing horse essence, transformed Big Mac’s thoughts into a repeating mantra for which he vowed his all to his herd leader. There would never be another who would take the red male’s tailhole after Cere’Qul, forever would the farmer pony be ruined for any and all other males, and, though he didn’t know it at the moment, once the first of the demon’s foals popped out of his backside Big Mac would belong to the black stallion in both mind and body, his soul following slowly afterwards.
The earth shaking noise of copulation between the three males lasted for another twenty minutes before Cere’Qul felt his climax about to overtake him. His body, coated with sweat, breaths heaving so much so that they had turned visible, eyes glowing bright with exhaustion and satisfaction, Cere’Qul gave several more steady thrusts before locking himself tightly around the red pony. Snapping his fangs around Big Mac’s nape, the demonic stud grunted and then snorted as he let loose his seed inside of his male mare with enough force to send the farmer into another orgasmic fit. The white wash that spilled out and across Braeburn’s chest was much weaker than the first one that hit, the red stallion not having the mystically ability to quickly recharge the contents within his testicles so quickly, was left with spouting a few miniscule jets of cum onto the whimpering golden earth pony before suddenly going slack. Meanwhile, back behind him, Cere’Qul was whispering something underneath his breath, the words both foreign as well as unpronounceable in the current language that was common to the ponies of the world.
The slight glow that surrounded both Big Mac and Braeburn was missed by both males but not by the black male as his nose caught the rising scent of estrus coming from the two cousins. While he knew that it was too soon for the two to grow thick with his foals today, Cere’Qul could already count the days before the time would right for the both of them to grow ripe and round with his colts. The day when he would be greeted with the sight of the two, their fully formed twats spilling forward juices as his foals greeted the earth, a heavy set of mammary glands hanging from underneath the two shemales, heavy with rich, nutritive milk to feed his growing brood with, would be a sight for which Cere’Qul would gladly await.
Shifting his hips to get the last of his cum out, Cere’Qul slowly backed himself away from the smaller stallion, making sure to clench his inner muscles to get out the thick gel-like smegma which could keep his new male mare filled. Setting his front hooves back down onto the ground, which was stained with cum from the two cousins and sweat from the three horses, Cere’Qul moved himself over to have a word with the two males...only to find them out cold, the both of their muzzles drooling into one another.
“Hehe, they will do us well,” Cere’Qul said aloud before turning to move himself over to the front doors of the barn. Closing the storage building with his powers, sending the inside of the area into almost pitch black darkness, the demon’s glowing red eyes were left to shine with a mirthful light as he looked to the sleeping male mares before him. “Very well, indeed.” And with that, Cere’Qul settled himself down to keep watch over the two earth ponies, his unshifting gaze taking in the sight of the subtle changes that were overcoming both.
Chapter 4 - Celestia Guards/Spies + Orgy
The two struggling ponies whinnied loudly as they tried to break free from the ropes which were tied around their necks, much to no avail. Having been caught in their spying while surveying the area in which Cere’Qul had been using for his new empire, the two pegasi had not been prepared to be cast down by a certain black striped pony’s green dust as the dropped to the sky like flies from breathing in the intoxicating substance. Hitting the earth with a loud thud, the two confused spies had quickly been captured and then dragged into the newly constructed castle, of which towered some seven stories up towards the heavens.
The diamond dogs had worked diligently in their efforts to build up a certain black stallion’s new home, the promise of those onyx gemstones in which the demon horse could create were a tasty payment for which the scruffy looking canines were more than eager to break their backs for.
Being forced into the interior of the grand palace, of which currently existed a strange dark stone which seemed to pulse with a light all its own, the frightened cries, stamping hoofs and frantic struggling of the two pegasi served only to excite the black stud watching from where he rested on the large pile of cushions in which he sat. Grinning muzzle cast up in a twisted mockery of a smile, the two frightened pegasi, one a roan male, the other a violet female, begged their friends not to draw them closer to the demonic stallion, but the grunting females, Zecora and Fluttershy, seemed not to be paying them much attention.
Once the two struggling pegasi were introduced to the front of the black equine they found themselves struck in awe, and over the back by two hooves, as they bowed themselves before Cere’Qul. The dark stallion merely chuckled as he nodded at his lovely harem mates, both of whom looked up at him in adoration as they kept their muzzles clenched tight around the individual lengths of rope perched between their teeth. Two tails waved through the air as the females stared up at their mate as he stood from where he was resting to trot his way over to the soon-to-be additions of his harem.
Moving over to survey both ponies, Cere’Qul found himself slightly more interested in the violet female than he was with the roan male, a snort of derision was sent the other’s way as the dominant male showed his displeasure at having another male in his territory. Snuffling over the shivering form of the purpled winged mare, Cere’Qul lowered his head to nuzzle into the side of the female’s neck, a neigh of good humor leaving his throat as he listened to her heart rate speed up like make from his simple touch as he moved down the side of her body, sampling her lustrous form with small kisses and gentle nips. Breathing in the sweet scent of the unnamed female, the black horse was somewhat delighted to see the other jump as he ran his tongue along the heavy knockers which clung low at the back of the mare’s legs. If judging from the size was any indication of things, then he violet pegasi had to have a pair of double D’s bouncing around in between hers.
How the other flew while carrying those...the dark horse didn’t think he knew of any magic strong enough to let the other accomplish that feat. Not that it matter, though, since he was more than happy to lave his wet orand down and around the mare’s gloriously huge tits. The little moans and shivers the other let loose served to please the demon stallion greatly.
On the other side, the roan male looked none too pleased as he watched his scoutmate being all but slathered over by the larger male. The whinny of indignation that the other let out, for what reason he would wonder about for days afterwards in silent contemplation while underneath the heavy balls of the larger male, nursing on the as did all the females within the demon’s harem. The look that Cere’Qul sent the other after he lifted his head from in between the now panting violet pegasi’s legs made the roan male’s heart freeze. Crimson eyes, so bright that they looked as if they could outshine the sun at sunset, glowed hot as the larger male stomped his way over to the insubordinate male.
When a hoof suddenly slammed down onto his back, dragging the nameless male pegasus down onto the hard stone floor of the demonic horse’s sleeping area, Zecora was forced to relent her hold onto the rope with her teeth. A grunt of pain soured the air, the uncomfortable noise a testament to how much discomfort the pegasi was in as the crimson tinted foot placed hard onto his back ground into his spine. When Cere’Qul felt that he had made clear of his displeasure at the roan male’s outburst the black horse let out of loud snort before picking his hoof up from off of the other’s now smoking backside. Having regain some of his lost powers, Cere’Qul’s hooves could now act as branding irons when he so chose for them to. This fact was made clear as when the large stud looked down he easily found the impression of his foot carved deep in between the other male’s shoulder blades.
A whicker of delight sounded throughout the darkened sleeping area before the big black male stepped his way back over to the wide eyed violet pegasi. A quick shake of his head at the smiling Fluttershy got the female to release her hold over the rope still clinging to the winged mare’s neck. As expected however, instead of instantly bolting to try and find freedom, the violet female merely looked to her companion, the roan pony keeping one of his amber eyes on her, even though he refused to move himself from up off of the ground.
Not knowing what to do in this situation, but adamant in her determination not to abandon her partner, the purple equine merely turned her face to glare silently at the black stallion. That proved to be a mistake. When dark red eyes looked up the demonic horse, instead of finding the other smirking back at her as expected, she instead found little Fluttershy, the most demure and innocent pony in all of Ponyville, smiling back at her with a somewhat glazed look in her emerald eyes. What happened next through the violet colored pegasi for a loop as warm, wet lips found themselves pressed hard up against her muzzle, the taste of something sweet and yet tart flowing into her lips made the unnamed pegasi open her mouth in surprise, only to have a supple tongue pop deftly into her throat.
Over where the nameless male lay flush against the ground, the roan pony found himself blushing rather sharply as he watched the hot makeout session between his cohort and Fluttershy. When Zecora walked her way over to the pair to get in on the action, the downed pegasus thought that his heart would pop out of his chest as a thick lump formed within his throat. It was somewhat known throughout Ponyville that Zecora was somewhat a mysterious, if not, offbeat character, what with her strange magic and slightly odd manner of speech, but to actually see the black striped female make her way behind the violet pegasi and then press her nose into the other female’s fluttering snatch made the nameless pegasi’s eyes nearly burst free from his head.
Deft lips opened to revealed a somewhat thick tongue as Zecora rolled her wet organ over and along the plump nethers of the purple mare. Having a pussy that was as large and juicy as a horseshoe belonging to a draft horse, the unnamed female was somewhat an oddity within the pony world, not that she was any less loved by the zebra for it as the mystical pony began to nip and kiss the massive folds of the violet pegasi’s snatch. The roan pony could only gulp as his eyes took in the sight of a small dribble of fluid start to seep out from the oversized pussy of his companion. The thick slop of juice made the male remember all of the times before when he and the other had...played while taking a break from their scouting duties.
The memories of the times when he had hopped onto her back and then…
The moment of reflection was shattered when a large weight settled itself onto the roan male’s head. Blinking in confusion, his eyes having closed while he busied himself with remembering days gone by, the amber eyed pony was not ready for the sight that took hold of his vision as he watched the large tip of a very thick male shaft pulse right in front of his face. In trying to take a look around the plump phallus, or rather phalluses, as the duo of cocks before him were, the roan stallion got a big surprise when he noticed a pair of apple sized testicles hanging like ripened fruit from in between the black male’s legs. Immediately, the downed pony tried to scramble himself away from his current position, the thought of what the other male’s junk anywhere near him bringing out a instinctual fear in the smaller horse.
It was the hot press of a searing hoof into his rump that made the unnamed pegasi neigh in pain before he flung himself forward into right shaft belonging to the demon horse. A shot of pre-come onto his face a second later and the roan stallion felt as though he would never be clean again as he both watched and felt the larger male above him begin to thrust his hips forward like a piston. Head smacking into tip of the black equine’s loins, the roan pegasus didn’t know what to do when he heard Cere’Qul give him a command to open his muzzle and drink. Well, actually he had an idea of what to do, but good common sense kept him from trying that, especially since he could smell the fur of his rump as it slowly burned from the, strange pleasant heat, coursing throughout his backside.
A shake of his head, though, and that heat quickly began to burn in the worst way imaginable. The pain enough to make the roan stallion yell out, which consequently got him to obey the demonic stud’s order anyway. The first thrust into his unused muzzle was painful, so much so that the unnamed pegasi flailed and kicked like mad as the medial ring of the greater horse’s right cock slipped almost all the way down his throat and into his stomach. Gagging and pleading at the same time, the roan male had no idea how good he was making Cere’Qul feel as the other began to work his hips back and forth with enough speed to potentially break the lesser male’s jaw.
Over on the other side of the room, Fluttershy and Zecora had managed to flip the nameless purple pegasus over onto her back, mindful of her tied wings, and were currently going to town lavishing wonderful licks and kisses all along the purple female’s body. Zecora’s tongue running along the length of the groaning mare’s nethers felt like heaven to the nameless female as she wagged her violet and blue colored tail against the ground like crazy while humping her hips up into the zebra’s face. Gush after gush of hot female slime oozed out and down the front of Zecora’s snout as the purple mare writhed against the hard, yet smooth floor beneath her back like a snake slithering through sand.
The teasing kisses of Fluttershy’s lips along the downed pegasi’ chin and neck causes breathless sighs to escape from the purple mare’s muzzle as the normally painfully shy cream colored pegasi made her way down...down...down until she finally got to where the other mare’s boobs hung. Full and plump as they were, the giggling Fluttershy had no problem suckling on the other female’s nipples, politely chewing on the hardening nubs as she did so, in order to increase the other’s pleasure. It was only when the cream pegasus stepped over her that the nameless mare noticed that something hot and sticky falling onto her face. Blinking in confusion at what this could be, the violet pegasi gasped as she noticed Fluttershy’s own weeping sex swollen closed and pulsing bright pink in underneath her tail.
It only seemed right to do what the other did next as the nameless mare lifted her head and then rapidly flickered her tongue out to lick at the other other’s dripping cunt. The reaction from the creamy pegasi was instant as Fluttershy raised up from where she was all but nursing on the purple mare’s tits to let out a boisterous whinny that caught a certain black stud’s attention. Grunting as she began to bob her head in and other of the pussy which slowly began to flutter in front of her face, the nameless mare paid no attention at all to what was happening beside her, especially when Cere’Qul pulled himself away from where he was busy choking a certain roan pegasus’ to step over to her.
The unnamed male, whose throat was spread so wide that it looked like he had tried to swallow a water balloon, gave out a neigh of disappointment when he suddenly received unwelcomed air as his new master popped the head of his right cock out of the other’s used esophagus. Amber eyes watched on imploringly as the unnamed male whicker in desperation for his lord to come back and finish inseminating his insides with his heavenly male sap, but Cere’Qul merely ignored the now wanting male mare as he flicked his crimson tail at the other’s head, forcing the unnamed pegasus to turn his head to the side when burning heat smacked him into the nose, before going over to have a look at his beautiful harem mares.
Zecora, with her head nearly buried inside of the nameless female’s snatch was quite displeased when something hard and heavy pulled her away from the juicy treat to which she was enjoying herself. Flipping her head around the smaller mare blinked when a broad tongue ran itself over the length of her muzzle, swiping away the nectar which she had been coveting for herself, and then popped itself into her muzzle with a quiet ‘pop’. Blinking jade eyes in confusion, the mystic pony looked up to see her mate wink at her, soothing the vexation which had been growing within her chest, before whinnying happily and then kissing her mate back.
The two equines shared several minutes together, rolling their tongues around in between each other’s muzzles as they shared hot breath together while gazing deep into each other’s eyes, before pulling back to pant quietly. It took Cere’Qul a moment to recollect himself, but once the black stallion’s mind had quieted from the pleasant buzz which filled his thoughts the demonic stud gently pushed his zebra mate out of the way in order to get to where the unnamed violet pegasi was busy giving a thorough tongue bath to his cream colored mate. Once he found himself perched in between the legs of the writhing female, who had yet to take notice of him and his position, Cere’Qul let out a mighty neigh, startling the two females who were busy sucking on one another.
Fluttershy looked up just in time to receive the blunt of a familiar piece of meat deep into the depths of her throat, the large girth of the demon horse’s heavy cock spreading her cute muzzle open until it formed a larger ‘O’. Dow below, the unnamed female received the twin of the first shaft, but instead of inside of her mouth, the oversized phallus pierced deep into the unspoiled sex of the violet mare’s cunt. The roar of pain the other let out then, was very much expected as the purple winged pegasi thrashed like a livewire as her moistened cunt was ruined for all other stallions. Cere’Qul, already excited beyond measure from having forced the roan male over on his left to learn how to deepthroat his cock, wasted little time with ceremony as he forced his twin phalluses forward, breaking through the soft lining of each of his respective female’s inner tubing.
Fluttershy, already prepared for such rough riding, easily took in the first foot of her mate’s girth down into her stomach, the flared head of the wide cock pressing quietly into her stomach making a light outline visible to anyone looking at her midsection. For the unnamed female however, the other whimpered and squirmed to try and get away from the pain that burned its way up the side of his back causing her legs to actually cramp. The length of flesh, so thick and heavy inside of her, made the violet pegasi moan as it began to draw out of her, sticky with the residue of her inner juices and Fluttershy’s drool, before plunging back in, cleaving up through her cervix and into her womb like a sword burying itself within a sheath. The yelp the purple mare let out made a whinny of rapture slip out from Cere’Qul mouth, and in wanting to hear that wonderfully shrill sound again the black demon horse pulled himself back only to brutally thrust forward again.
Stars filled the unnamed pegasus’ vision as she clenched her eyes closed while taking everything her new mate was giving her. Her cunt was stretched so wide around the massive length that it felt as though she would never be able to have sex again, save with the beast that rutted inside of her with careless abandon, something for which Cere’Qul instinctively knew as he began to pound his way more quickly inside of his new mate. The sucking sounds of flesh exiting flesh, of moans and groans and neighs of pain, slowly began to fill the air as the sexual cries bounced off the walls of the dark castle, filling the ears of all present without restraint. Flames flickered across Cere’Qul’s body causing shadows to play against the walls as the lightless hall drew in the radiance from the demon’s body, a testament to their need for the demonic beast taking his fill of ecstasy from the whimpering female beneath him.
It was just when the unnamed female thought that she would pass out from the pain of being fucked that mercy was shown to the violet mate, though not in the way she would have expected. Two warm tongues rolled along the outer lips of the purple winged mare’s cunt, soothing the ache from being stretched so wide by the seven inch phallus digging into her. Blinking open her red eyes, the unnamed mare was not prepared to watch as her companion, his tail held high as he wagged the fifth appendage like a flag of surrender, slurp his organ along the lips of her nethers while his pleasantly full belly quietly sloshed with a potent cider, the likes of which the little female would have never guessed the source of.
The nameless roan male, his eyes glassy with need, turned to wink at the unnamed female, their little callsign that all would be right, before he turned his head back to concentrate on what he was doing. Right beside the broken stud, the black striped pony Zecora busied herself with both licking and kissing her mate’s cock as it plunged back and forth from inside of its newest conquest. Jade eyes narrowed low in unadulterated pleasure, the zebra mare reached out with her hoof to rub along the swollen girth of the nameless pegasi’s stomach, almost seeming to pet the distended bulge where Cere’Qul’s cock was thoroughly deflowering her.
This strange union of flesh, made real only by the black stallion with an appetite for intercourse so large that he demanded constant satisfaction, quickly drew to its apex as the demon horse let out a neigh of bliss before kicking his hooves against the ground, his body jumping up ever so slightly as his pleasure ran towards its zenith. Seeing this, the stallion’s wild mane fluttering in the air as he shook his massive head back and forth like mad, crimson tongue trailed out from in between his dark lips as he tasted the mixed pheromones stirred together like a potent cocktail, hips bouncing back and forth like a piston gone crazy as his oversized balls beat back and forth against the underside of his black belly, Fluttershy and the unnamed pegasi could do nothing except shudder and moan as they felt the first blast of stallion cum shoot deep inside of their respective holes.
For Fluttershy, the experience was divine, like euphoria made real as she sucked and slurped and bobbed her head in time with the frantic pulses for which Cere’Qul’s cock throbbed against her tongue. The glazed look that rolled across the cream colored pony’s eyes was met with a playful chuckle by Zecora, the black striped zebra knowing only too well how delightful it felt to be inseminated with the larger stud’s ample load. For the the unnamed female however, it felt as though her entire body was being boiled from the inside out as her tummy bulged as Cere’Qul cum expanded her womb so much that it seemed as though she were rapidly becoming pregnant. The sight of herself, her once toned form growing and growing and growing even more with the deluge of demon seed made the violet mare neigh out loudly within the hall of the castle, her own orgasm sneaking up on her as she came again and again from having her cervix bathed in the hot seed of her new mate.
Cere’Qul, as he had done many times before, didn’t stop himself from cumming as he seeded his new mare with his creamy essence, even when it looked as though the other would pop from the volume of fluids running up inside of her. This one, this one he wanted to carry his foal immediately. Having already assured his progeny would continue with the cream colored pegsi choking on his cock, the black stud was more than ready to lay the foundation for another of his kind to be brought into the world. Thrusting in short, jerky motions to get out all of his seed, Cere’Qul let out a snort of surprise as he found two supple tongues caressing over his churning orbs. A quick snap of his head found the crimson eyes of the demon equine taking in the sight of a certain roan male and zebra pony rubbing their faces against the side of his slowly draining pouch of flesh.
Giving his rump a quick shake to spur the two to continue, Cere’Qul knew that he had made the right choice in gathering two extra ponies into his herd. Turning his face back to look down at his newest mare, the black stallion let out a whicker of glee as he watched the violet pegasus moan and then shiver as she unconsciously rubbed her front hooves over her swollen middle.
Yes, these two would be perfect for his new herd; a male to guard his harem while he either slept or was away, but who would never think of mounting one in his lustful need to have the demonic steed’s cum inside of him, and another new mare for which he would breed over and over until the world trembled at the sounds of black hooves burning a path across the world of the ponyverse.
The thought made the black stallion let loose a neigh of delight as he imagined the future to come.
*****
It took nearly ten minutes before the black stud was ready to go again, his body still burned with the aftereffects of his recent orgasm so much so that tiny trembles could be seen racking throughout the other’s form. However, once Cere’Qul had managed to get those under control, the black horse looked to where the broken roan male was busy gazing at him in adoration, a stray hood rubbing his lightly filled paunch of a belly, before neighing a command for the other to turn a present himself. Mind lost in the throes of ecstasy made real from swallowing the thick shaft of the demon equine, the unnamed pegasus turned, bent himself low onto the dark floor beneath his hooves, and then lifted his tail so that his master could take his pleasure. The mares over onto the side let out a few playful giggles as they watched the newest mare to join the harem take his place without restraint, a sight that would be something that they would see again and again, if Cere’Qul had his way.
Cere’Qul sauntered over to the other male in slow, easy trots, a small smile of satisfaction painted over his lips as he watched how the unnamed pegasi’ butt wiggled in front of him almost suggestively, as if knowing that it soon would be spoiled by the wet shafts drifting slime down onto the floor beneath the demon’s body. The steady ‘clop-clop-clop’ sounds of the demon making his way over sounded almost like a drum being beaten on as the roan pony moaned while hiking his golden tail up as far as he could, so as to please the black stud behind him. When the first ghosting of warm breath blew over his puckered tailhole the roan pegasus nearly jumped through the roof of the castle.
Amber eyes turned to regard the other male desperately as the confused pony wondered what the black stallion was doing. What he found were a pair of crimson eyes gazing back at him with a look that told him to keep silent his inquiries. The forcefulness behind that stare made the unnamed male whimper as he rolled his head across the floor, all the while biting his lips, his blunt teeth chewing along the tender flesh of his muzzle while he spread his legs just a touch wider for his master. Ove by the side, the nameless violent pegasi was busy rubbing her rounded stomach with a gleeful look cast over her muzzle, the thought of her best friend and scout partner with his guts filled with the same warm froth churning inside of him, the two of them licking over each other’s rear ends to wipe clean their herd leader’s flowing cum made the broken female whinny in bliss.
The first swipe of Cere’Qul’s tongue over and along the length of the roan male’s tailhole was followed by a needy whicker as the submissive male panted and groaned while thrusting his rump back at his master. A sharp nip of teeth that were not fit for any pony to have between their muzzles made the smaller horse jump before a warning neigh silenced any complaint the other was going to try and make. Another slip of the black steed’s tongue over and along the rim of the roan male’s taint was met with silence as clenched amber eyes were shut impossibly tight to keep the unnamed pegasi from muttering anything coherent. Cere’Qul grinned at that as he made a game of seeing what it would take to make the other male cry out for him.
Scooping his tongue over and around the submissive pony’s flexing hole, Cere’Qul reached up to press one of his hooves onto the other’s back to keep him in place as that naughty butt began to wiggle for him again. The scent of burning fur met the air and it took everything the roan equine could muster to keep from crying out in rapture as the heat of his master’s foot branded him with another of the larger male’s marks. When that black stallion’s tongue popped into the broken male’s anus, the roan steed couldn’t stop himself from neighing to the sky, his prostate being swept over by a tongue so warm and wet that it made him actually buck back, despite the hoof still cast over his backside. To this, Cere’Qul could only neigh out a laugh.
Running his tongue throughout the other’s inner canal, tasting the warm, sweet musk of a clean male hole, Cere’Qul made sure to move his head from side to side, up and down, and then back and forth before pulling his moistened organ out of the almost keening roan pegasi. The still kneeling male’s eyes were almost rolled up to the top of his head, his muzzle was opened with breathless pants that seemed to take almost every drop of energy to muster as the smaller male’s chest expanded and collapsed so fast that it looked like the other’s lungs were going to explode. Cere’Qul turned to look at his mates, all of whom were looking up at him adoringly, before giving them a subtle wink, as he pulled himself away from the unnamed male before shaking himself and then trotting over the other.
Had the roan pony been able to concentrate, or at least pick his head up from off of the ground, he might have made a motion to stop what was happening next as the demonic stallion grunted and then angled his hips in such a way that both of his twin phalluses were pointed directly at the other’s tailpipe. A small thrust of muscular hips made the first contact between the demon’s cocks and the loosened anal ring belonging to the bespelled roan pony. However, it was very evident to Cere’Qul that he would not be able to do as he planned, at least, not without some help first. So, nodding for his mares to come and assist him, the black stud watched and waited as his two mates came, took one of his shafts into their muzzles, nuzzling and licking over them as they did so, and then worked in time with one another to press the two meaty sticks of flesh together before centering them with the roan pony’s loosened anal star.
The sound the smaller male let out as his tailhole was stretched opened couldn’t be described by a single word as the shout echoed across the walls loud enough to be heard outside; something that frightened all of the sleeping diamond dogs to waking as they looked around wildly for what creature was being so mercilessly slaughtered.
Yet, no animal could be found as the only thing was being slain was the roan male’s anal virginity as two massive shafts split him open so perfectly that the other would never again be able to close his destroyed anus. Forever the anal cavity would gap open in want for the twin cocks that slid up into it so deep that the smaller male’s belly actually expanded the same as the nameless violet pegasi’ cunt and belly as Cere’Qul stepped forward towards the other, digging in deep after his twin mates moved off to the side to let him do his work. When half of both of the phalluses lay within the ruined male, both Fluttershy and Zecora came over to lick and nuzzle themselves into the demonic stud’s belly and groin, paying special attention to the pulsating shafts belonging to their mate as they throbbed and spat pre-come into the whining and writhing male they were stuck inside of.
The pain of penetration, so great that it made nothing but pain flower inside of the roan male’s head, caused the unnamed pegasus to cry and neigh and moan as he tried to pull himself away for the heavy girths which were warping his tailhole to new dimensions. Not that he could with Cere’Qul merely following after him, the black stallion chuckling to himself as he allowed the other to literally fuck himself over by trying to squirm away over to the far wall in front of him. It was only once the two had made their way to said barrier, the roan pony’s hooves scraping against the black material that made up the wall in front of him, that the other realized his mistake. Thankfully though, by this time Cere’Qul’s potent male nectar had worked its way through the other’s bloodstream, heating a sensual fire through the roan steed’s bloodstream that the scout’s tailhole had relaxed enough to allow the bigger male to enter him almost completely.
Placing his hooves against the wall, Cere’Qul slowly pulled his twin cocks out of the beaten male, listening almost excitedly as his two phallus pulled out with a loud sucking noise from their newest home, before thrusting up all the way into the other male, forcing the smaller body up against the wall with him. A moan of pleasure followed by more sucking noises as Cere’Qul repeated the action, his body moving somewhat on autopilot as he began to fuck the newest addition of his harem without restraint. Over to the side the three mares were starting to play with each other, Fluttershy kissing Zecora on the muzzle, the two most experienced of the demon’s mates sharing in the flavor of their dark lover’s cum while the newest, the nameless violet pegasi, rubbed at her opened cunt with a hoof, delighting in the feel of how the warm fluids dribbled out of her body to pool around her legs.
Meanwhile, back with Cere’Qul the demon stallion was enjoying himself immensely as he continued to have his way with the male now bouncing himself quite willingly up and down his cocks. Amber eyes wide, but empty with the light of lust shining through them, the winged pegasi whinnied loud and powerfully as he began to get into the rhythm of pleasing his master. Up and down, up and down, up and down, that was how he moved as he let the twin spires inside of his guts move as he pushed himself up against the wall in front of him, his golden maned head nearly touching the tip of Cere’Qul’s chin, before slowly, ever so slowly, slipping himself down the length of the glorious pieces of flesh which spread his tailhole open into the shape of a figure eight.
Panting and gasping while riding atop the stallion, the roan male barely felt it when the black stud leaned down to flutter his lips through the other’s hair. Breathless words of affirmation whispered deep into the mesmerized roan pony’s mind as he unconsciously urged himself to keep pleasing his master. Body writhing and belly bulging as the flared heads of the demon’s cocks punched into him, the roan male would never have thought himself to be the same person if he would have looked at himself as he was now almost four hours ago. Muzzle hung open as though praying for some kind of salvation, the unnamed pegasi got his divine plea answered as Cere’Qul leaned down to run his tongue through the other’s muzzle.
Running his sticky tongue, warm organ through the other’s lips as he hammered his hips forward with quickening speed, Cere’Qul let his crimson tail flap high into the sky as he felt his medial rings pop in and out of the male mare he was about ready to seed. Veins tingling as they sent of rush of hot blood throughout his body, heart pumping so loud and low that the melody of his lustful desires could actually be heard in his ears in the form of steady ‘thump-thump-thump-thump’ noises, Cere’Qul didn’t stop himself and pressed his teeth down onto the other equine’s tongue as he prepared to spray his load through the other’s beaten guts. Carefully watching the other, so as not to miss the sight of his first male mare being given the pleasure of being filled with his honeyed nectar, the demon horse breathed a heavy snort across the roan pony’s face before pumping himself once, twice and then a third time, his hips moving so powerfully that they forced the entirety of his two cocks up into the other, before settling himself still as his orgasm ripped through him.
The yell the roan pegasi leg out was so beautiful, a cry filled with pain and rapture and bliss and suffering that it made the demonic stud moan in time with his new mare’s cry of surrender. The deluge of male sap that tore through the unnamed scout’s body quickly filled the pouch of the roan pony’s belly as splash after splash of hot equine cum found itself filling its new home, inflating the other much wider that it had the nameless violet mare who now lay asleep with the only other two mares within the room. Cere’Qul cared less about this though as he simply moved his muzzle away from the other’s and then forced the smaller male’s muzzle shut so as not to let his seed escape its new home.
Minutes of anguish filled the roan steed’s eyes as the other experienced the fullness of the demon’s ejaculation, the likes of which no creature on the planet had before. However, once the last drop of Cere’Qul’s cum had planted itself inside of the new male mare, the demon horse slowly led the two of them down from the wall in front of them, careful of the sagging gut which the scout pegasi now supported between his legs, and then gently pulled his two cock back from out of the other. A slow ‘slurp’ sound filled the inner area of the castle as Cere’Qul cautiously exited out from his new herd member before finally…
‘POP’! could be heard for by all awake as the demon steed finally exited out of the ruined hole before him.
The waterfall of cum that flowed out from the broken horse’s backside made Cere’Qul’s hot crimson eyes dance with glee as he imagined what it must feel like for the other to know that his only purpose in life was now to hold that wonderful froth of white male ooze inside of himself, to which the wonderfully submissive pegasi tried to do, but to no avail. The clenching of the other’s anal muscles, already red and puffy from the exertion they had gone through, could barely even stop a third of a liter of the black stallion’s seed from exiting his rear, something for which the unnamed pegasus moaned pitifully over.
“Don’t worry,” Cere’Qul said as he leaned his massive head over to nuzzle against the broken scout shivering and whimpering down beneath himself, “you’ll get so much more before the day is out, my precious little pony.”
At that, the roan male groaned and then wagged his tail, the sticky, gummy appendage waving Cere’Qul’s cum all across the room from where the demon’s cum had soaked the once beautiful golden strands through down to the roots. Amber eyes looked up at the dark stallion with a happy smile, for which Cere’Qul snorted and then licked the other over onto the tip of his snout, breathing in the mixed scent heat and saliva into the zonked out pony’s nostrils.
Once done with the new male mare, Cere’Qul moved his way over to the only two ponies for which he had not bred. Both Fluttershy and Zecora were peacefully dreaming as they slept over and across the snoozing nameless violet pegasi. Seeing this, the demonic stallion gave a snort of amusement, a hoof kicked at the ground as he chuckled to himself, before he walked over to where his mares were resting. Cocks still wet with the mixture of the unnamed roan pony’s inner juices and his own cum, Cere’Qul didn’t have to wait as he maneuvered himself over the two sleeping females, moving them together gently to where they both faced him with their respective rumps raised, before he slowly inserted himself into their moistened depths.
Startled moans bounced across the walls of the darkened room as Zecora and Fluttershy awoke to find their herd leader thrusting into them with slowly and precise movements. Having already had their cunts spread wide by the ample girths belonging to the black stallion, both mares blinked in sleepy surprise before lifting their muzzles up to look at their mate’s heaving chest moving back and forth as Cere’Qul had his way with them. Groans of appreciation soon flowed across the air as the zebra and cream colored pegasus turned into each other to begin kissing and nuzzling one another, their pleasure at being filled by the demon horse so great that they didn’t even mind it that there were being filled without warning.
Cere’Qul allowed his mates several minutes to enjoy the fullness that his shafts brought as he pushed his way back and forth inside of their wombs, his speed growing steadily as his renewed lusts began to overtake him. Tail whipping across the air, forcing the shadows to dance as it did so, the black stud kicked his right hoof into the floor as he began to add more force to his mounting thrusts. Hips beginning to piston back and forth as he did so, Cere’Qul was not ready to feel a pair of warm lips over and across the back of his churning balls. Flipping his head around to snort a warning at whatever was behind him, the demon equine was somewhat surprised to see the sight of a familiar roan pegasi happily nuzzling and chewing on his pouch of flesh, the glassy amber eyes of the other looking on in a daze as the smaller male licked and kissed and neighed against the firm orbs which were rapidly filling with the black stallion’s seed.
Shaking his head before giving out a whinny of acceptance, Cere’Qul turned his head back to what he was doing, though not before giving a wide shake of his rump, grinding his taint into the happy male mare’s face. A knicker of excitement made the demonic stud snort before returned his attention back to the task at hand. Down below both Fluttershy and Zecora were now sucking face with each other so hard that large strings of drool had fallen down the sides of their snouts down the side of the necks, not that either female minded as he spread their legs wide for the respective shaft that dug deep into their cervix. Cere’Qul let loose a cry of delight as he felt his mate’s vaginas loosen just a little bit wider.
Grunting as he began to build up extra speed, anyone who would have popped into the room at that moment would have been hard pressed not to stare in awe at the sight of the beauty of equine intimacy happening before them. The visual of two hard, black cocks with red glowing veins wrapped all around them plowing deep inside of the oozing snatches belonging to the zebra and crea pegasus was a sight that was most debase as it was sensual, especially as the black stud began to drop half of the entirety of his weight onto the two smaller ponies. Phalluses reaching digging in deep into the two mares, the cry of sexual delight the pair let out was almost matched by the larger male’s own cry of ecstasy as he wiggled his taunt hips back into the snout of the drooling roan male behind him.
Minutes passed with this sight continuing between the group, Cere’Qul huffing like mad as he dipped his almost one ton weight down onto his mares, bulging their stomachs with his plentiful girths while back behind him the unnamed male pegasi dipped his tongue up and down and then around the demon horse’s backside, somewhat threatening to slip his tongue into the larger equine’s puckered flesh. A firm slap of Cere’Qul’s fiery tail stopped any thoughts of that happening, though as the roan pony meekly pulled himself down to worship his master’s orbs, as was his purpose in this intimate union.
It was much longer before Cere’Qul was ready to explode, his climax having crescendoed as his mind burst with the feelings of divine pleasure from having his mates tend to him in such a wonderful fashion. Hips pumping and then grinding down into Fluttershy and Zecora hard enough that their bellies actually rounded from the enormous shafts filling them to the brim, Cere’Qul’s whinny of orgasm caught everyone by surprise as his balls pulled up close into his groin as he let loose an explosion of male cream into his two mares.
The cries of rapture that the zebra and pegasi let out were enough to make the sleeping violet mare from her dreams, of which revolved around bathing within a stream of white froth which rained down from a large black waterfall. Blinking red eyes in confusion, the nameless pegasus tipped her head up just in time to see both Fluttershy and Zecora’s stomach bloat with the fullness of Cere’Qul’s plentiful load of male sap. The two ponies seemed not to mind it as their cunts were bathed in the heat of their mate’s love, quite the contrary, both seemed to actually welcome the warmth of the black stallion’s love. Spreading their hips so that they had to work their thighs over one another, Fluttershy and Zecora breathed hard pants into each other’s faces as they raised their hips to welcome all that Cere’Qul had to offer them.
It was only thanks to the medial rings plugged up inside of their cervixes that kept the two mares from spilling any of that delicious nectar out from their wombs. The thick strings of equine essence bubbled and churned almost audibly as it found its way into the zebra and pegasi’s cunts, much to the demon stallion’s delight. Once Cere’Qul had dumped the last of his third orgasm into the pair, the black horse having to snort and bump his rump into the still nuzzling snout belonging to a certain roan pony to get him to move away, the demonic steed pulled himself out of his mares with a loud ‘pop’ noise. Giving a shake and then flex of his once again dripping cocks, the black stallion moved himself to the side then presented his throbbing phalluses for all.
“Clean me,” Cere’Qul said.
It took only several seconds for the assembled harem of ponies to process what their herd leader had said, but once they did the demon stud found himself shivering and shaking with glee as four small mouths wrapped along his twin girths. Licks and kisses followed nuzzles and croons as the four mares, one male in his entirety outside of the rest, laved their affection onto their mate. When two muzzles latched onto the head of his weeping flared tips and then began to suckle Cere’Qul closed his eyes in bliss and he imagined the future to come.
‘So much to do before my foals are ready to champion this world,’ the demon thought as a grunt of exhaustion came free from his lips as a small trickle of cum shot from both of his cocks.
Small Update: Will be Deleted Later.
I know a lot of people are waiting for a update on this but I wanted to give people a heads up. Expect some in the next week or two
Lot details and grammar corrections and such will be had. Expect more plot both sexually and story wise!
Also might do a Vote to see what people would like to see in who gets brought in next for the fun.
Just wanted to give a heads up since I've gotten a few Pm's asking