Heat in a Bottle

Chapters

Sex in a Jar
Incestuous Apple pt. 1
Testing pt.1
Infidelity Pt. 1
Incestuous Apple pt. 2
Bestial Hope
Infidelity Pt. 2
The Plot Demands Attention!
Bestial Desires: Day 1

Sex in a Jar

Big Mac cleared his throat as he saw the tent set up in the Everfree. He glanced at the full moon shining bright in the sky. The whole thing gave him the creeps, but he couldn’t deny his curiosity as he walked closer and closer to the tent. He started hearing familiar voices, but froze as someone behind him said, “Please do come in.”

He turned around to see a yellow stallion standing there in a cheesy italian suit. He twirled his moustache and gave him a large grin. A grin Big Mac didn’t return. “Flam.”

He put an arm around Big Mac’s shoulder but didn’t bother applying any pressure to attempt to move him. Flam knew he had to come on his own, or else he would never say yes. “Now now, no need to be so hostile. I won’t bother calling you a friend or anything such as that, but my brother and I believe it is very important to stay somewhere near the Apple Family’s good side. You know, building good business relationships and such.”

Flam stepped back as Macintosh slammed a hoof into the hard ground. “What do you want?”

Flam took in a deep breath and rethought his jokes. Big Mac was a man of few words, and he probably enjoyed the same treatment. Besides, it’s not like I’m hiding anything. “We want you to be a part of our sample group for a new product. You don’t have to say yes until the end of our demonstration, but we do encourage you to stay. If it would make you feel better, we could make you a part of the performance.”

Big Mac narrowed his eyes at him. “Nope.”

Flam held up his hands. “Your loss, but I swear we only want this product to be a hit, and know that you would help in that endeavor. Now if you don’t mind, I must go get ready.”

He watched as Flam walked away before glancing back to the tent. He could almost make out the voices and already knew they were friends. They probably didn’t get the same treatment, but he couldn’t deny that Flam had actually seemed open for once in his life. And of course I didn’t ask any questions. He glanced back towards home, before finally turning and entering the tent.

He immediately recognized Soarin, Filthy Rich, Mr. Cake, and Donut Joe. They waved to him before Soarin flew over. “We noticed you hanging outside, but couldn’t see who you were talking to. A.J. here or something? Please say no, I don’t think I could take your sis in those shorts of hers right now.”

Big Mac glared at him as he noticed four other stallions from a nearby village. “Why’s that?”

Soarin gave him a smile as he fidgeted with the collar on his hawaiian shirt. “Look man, you can’t deny the fact that Ponyville has some of the best mares in Equestria, right? Element bearers especially.”

Big Mac sighed before nodding. He jumped though as he heard, “Hey cuz!”

He turned around and tackled Braeburn to the ground. The two wrestled for a few moments before he had his cousin pinned. “Hey. Why are you here?”

Braeburn spit out some of the dirt he was now eating before saying, “Two guys asked me if I wanted a free trip to Ponyville. I checked the farms and they should be okay for a little bit, so I decided ‘why not?’ And here I am.”

Big Mac let go of him as he shook his head. However, that was when all of the lanterns except the ones on stage went out. From behind the curtains strode out Flim and Flam. They smiled at the crowd who either stayed silent, or in Donut Joe and Mr. Cake’s cases, booed them. Big Mac couldn’t help chuckle as he heard the negative reaction. They’ve been afraid of these two trying to overtake their business since that Super Speedy thingy.

The two brothers bowed to the crowd as they took off their hats and shot a bolt of energy into the air. The small crowd became quiet as the two bolts collided and exploded. Then Soarin yelled, “Trixie does it better!”

The room busted out in a fit of laughter as Flim smiled. “Yes, and she does it with most of her chest shown off too.” He waited a moment as the room became dead quiet. “Ah, did I strike a sour note there. I know, at least from my calculations, that breeding season won’t be back in town for another... five months?”

A murmur of assent came from the stallions as Flam stepped forward. “As well, we believe that you share in our plight of only maybe being with a mare during that blissful season of debauchery.”

Flim swooned in despair, almost falling over as most of the stallions groaned at the reminder. “And how unfair is the mistress of fate to decide that we must be the ones’ with a sex drive that continues, even as their wells dry up?”

Donut Joe slammed a hoof down as he yelled out, “Will you get to the point already?”

Big Mac swallowed hard, feeling bad for the poor guy. He’d been hospitalized during this year’s mating season and he turned away as Joe’s gaze turned on him. He hated that everyone thought the mares flocked to him. In fact, they for the most part avoided him after Cheerilee and him stopped going out two years ago. He hung his head at the sad memory.

“We would gladly like to get to our point as long as our less than lovely assistant is finally dressed.”

Everyone in the tent flinched as an obnoxious voice bellowed out from behind the curtain, “You cannot be serious if you think I’ll be coming out like this. I did not sign up for this.”

Flim smirked. “But you did get paid to be a part of our demonstration. Or would you rather we tell the bank to cancel the check we sent to your landlord?”

A dead silence filled the tent. Flam checked his watch and yawned before saying. “Well, I truly am sorry. I guess we won’t get to sell you anything. Good–”

“I’m here already.” Suri burst out of the back in an outfit that could only be from a porno. It was a bra and panties, but the possibly double D cup bra was no more than two strings that passed next to her lavender nipples and held the perky tits up. If that wasn’t enough for the stallions in the room, the gaping hole in her panties that revealed her marehood definitely was. Big Mac felt his arousal stir and turned his head away before he thought of anything too terrible.

“Alright, I’m out here. Now what?” She attempted to cover her exposed flesh, but there was no use. She shivered as a few of the guys pulled out their cocks and started to stroke themselves off. Disgusting pigs.

“Now Miss Polomare,” Flim got very close to her, “why don’t we fuck?”

Every guy in the room cringed as she brought her knee straight into Flim’s balls. Donut Joe licked his lips as he caught sight of her own donut hole. “Fuck you jackasses. I’m leaving!”

Flam stepped into her path, his hooves surprisingly quiet on the wooden stage. “Now now, that was merely the control response. We need you to drink this now.” A bottle full of green liquid came out from the left side, lifted by magic. It had a heart surrounded by fire emblazoned on it. “You may go if you can after drinking this.”

Suri swallowed hard and glanced at the crowd. They gave her no sympathy as their interest stayed locked on her privates. She bit into her lip before snatching the bottle and chugged the whole thing. Panting for air she threw the bottle away and was quite satisfied at the crash she heard. “There.”

Flam stepped out of her way and gestured forward. “Please take your leave then.”

Suri smirked and stepped forward. Her body however, did more then just move. It lit on fire with lust, every part of her filling with lust and need. She stumbled as drops of liquid dripped out of her from the small orgasm she had. It was so sudden that it reminded her of only one thing. But that’s... that’s impossible.

“Now Miss Polomare, would you care to fuck?”

Suri looked at Flam and swallowed hard before replying with a terse, “No.”

Flim stood up finally and grinned at the crowd. “See, the mare can still say no. However, we do need to make sure you all understand just how potent a whole bottle of this is.” His horn glowed and Suri gasped as his magic gripped her nipples and pulled them towards his brother.

Flam smirked as Suri’s legs failed her and her hands dove into her crotch. Her breasts continued to glow with Flim’s green magic, but no longer could noticeable movement be seen. She tried glaring at Flam, but the gesture was lost as she continued to moan deeply and the squelching of her liquids confirmed her arousal to the whole room.

“Now, would anyone like to satisfy the poor mare. Just come up to the stage and...” Flam let his voice fall away as Joe stepped up with his stiff cock in full view.

“And what?” However, Joe’s answer didn’t have to be answered as he felt fur and flesh press against his cock. He looked down and saw Suri staring at him with her head on his hip.

“Please fuck me.”

Joe felt his mouth turn dry as Flim and Flam patted him on the shoulder. “Please do enjoy, and take as long as you want. The hotter the performance, the better.”

The pink mare wrapped her lips greedily around his hard shaft, but Joe wasn’t waiting tonight. He shoved her roughly to the ground and pulled her legs apart. He stared at the drenched marehood for a few moments before gripping his member and positioning himself. He admired the slutty look on the mare before shoving his seven inches full force into her.

She screamed out in pleasure as her hips greedily thrust back. The stallions watched in what was close to awe as they heard Suri beg for more. Joe couldn’t believe his luck as he gripped into her large melons, pulling on them to bring her up. He kissed her deeply as he he came closer and closer to his climax, determined to not allow the mare to run away.

Suri felt herself blacking out as each thrust gave another sudden wave of pleasure through her drug addled mind. She wanted more. She wanted her tits milked, she wanted her pussy broken, and most importantly, she wanted his sperm.

Joe felt himself slam onto the ground, his rock hard dick pointing straight into the air. Suri looked down at him with her tongue sticking out before ever so slowly getting into position. She teased herself momentarily as his tip slid against her fountain of a pussy, before slamming down with all of her weight. Suri’s eyes went wide as her walls closed in tight against Joe’s shaft, milking every bit of the amber cock. Joe sighed in relief as his cum sprayed out of Suri who collapsed twitching on the floor.

The curtain closed as Joe got up and turned her over, and the stallions flinched as Suri screamed back into consciousness. However, the scream turned quickly into pleasured moans as Flim and Flam stepped forward, their own erections very apparent.

“Well, now we have a benchmark.”

“Quite, brother.” Flim turned to the crowd and gave them a smile as he held up a new bottle. “Heat in a Bottle. Whether to make that friend finally see the real you, to be able to have fillies and colts when you wish, or even to get back at that bitch of an ex, it will fit all of your sexual needs. We only suggest moderation.”

Big Mac stepped forward. “She was just raped.”

Flam stepped forward and chuckled. “Unfortunately, yes. However, we had to prove the effectiveness of our potion and normally she would have been able to leave. Except she wouldn’t have. Even if we had let her leave, she would have come back, hungry for the cocks you so rudely brought out before we even prompted you to.”

Flim snapped and a cart with ten cases wheeled itself out. “You are as much to blame as us. However, we understand that you might have been turned off or offended by this, so we offer you a decision.”

“You may leave and forget about this night and persecute us for trying to help young stallions like all of us.”

“Or,” Flim said as a case floated up to Soarin who had his own cock at full alert while hovering in the air, “you can take a case of ten bottles. Be a part of testing this new product, and get half off on it for the rest of your lives. You don’t even have to use it, you merely have to take it.”

The stallions were silent as they each glanced at each other. They all knew how terrible what just happened was, but at the same time they could still hear the pleasured sounds of the couple behind the curtain. It didn’t seem like a trick. In fact, it seemed all too possible. Everyone grew silent as strong hooves pounded on the stage.

Flim and Flam shared a nervous glance as Big Mac strode up to them. “What is it?”

“Yes, do you have any questions, or will you be accepting–”

“Are they fertile?”

Flim couldn’t help but smirk as he nodded. “As I said, it allows for foals to be had at any time in one’s life, not only when nature demands it. Heat in a Bottle.”

“Proof in packaging.”

Big Mac turned between the two of them before bending over and grabbing one of the cases. He turned to the rest and merely offered the warning, “Be careful,” as he strode out with the load. The others followed suit until Flim and Flam were standing by themselves.

“I can’t believe that actually worked, brother. All of our savings, all of our hopes…”

“Let us only pray that Celestia deems it good, and that other stallions enjoy the other idea, or else our last chance will be just that.” The two nodded at each other and shivered as they looked at the curtain. They believed in what they had created, but still feared the consequences it might bring.

Incestuous Apple pt. 1

Thud, thud, thud. Thud, thud, thud.

Big Mac sighed as the images of last night still plagued his mind. He knew plenty of couples who wanted to have foals, but how does someone offer something like this? Oh hey, I can get your wife to bang you and give you a child. He groaned at the thought, deciding he needed something else to do.

Apple Bloom’s always energetic. We might scold her, but she might just be what I need to forget and think straight. As he approached the barn where she was supposed to be feeding the animals, he heard her crying in agony. He ran to the door and slammed a hoof into it. No one is hurting my baby sister!

However, Apple Bloom wasn’t acting like a baby sister as he saw her. She was showing off her eighteen year old figure, complete with fingers that attacked her drenched pussy. He locked eyes with her and she said, “I’m scared.”

Big Mac took a step back as his cock became rigid in his pants. He glanced to where he had stashed the case and could see it wasn’t there. Instead, the bottles were on a hay stack with one completely drained. He stepped back as Apple Bloom spread her legs. “Please, help me.”

A few strides was all it took for Big Mac to close the distance between the two of them. She was quickly taken into his arms and he whispered, "It's okay," into her ear. He could feel every feverish shake of her body as the potions effects ravaged her innocent body. Even when Applejack knew what was coming at twenty-one, her first heat... His mouth became dry as he remembered hearing her sisters moans for the first time. The first time was supposedly the hardest on a mare, and if she drank the whole thing, one could only imagine the pain she must be in.

Apple Bloom curled into his chest as tears came down her face. "Big brother, please, I need you."

"Do-don't worry. I'll get you help." His voice jumped almost a full octave as Apple Bloom's hand stroked his massive crotch through the fabric. "You ca-can't do that."

"I-I didn't. It was my body." She gave out another spasm and he felt a gush of liquids against his thighs. Her eyes were almost glazed over and her hand simply wouldn't stop grinding at her and his crotches.

For a moment he considered leaving her. He could get Applejack or Granny and they could help her. Big Mac's let out a forced grunt as his cock twitched in pain. It also caused him to take in the full force of her pheromones and his body tensed as an almost overwhelming need came over him. He tried to shake it off, but his instincts sought a reason, any reason, to fuck his sister. Soon the image from last night was in his mind, but instead of Suri being on stage, it was his little sister and some mystery colt. All because he let her have a chance to find another to be fucked by while he went to get help. A single tear ran down his face as he made a decision. A big brother protects their little sister, right?

He took in a deep breath while he steeled his nerves and dropped his jeans. Apple Bloom’s eyes went wide as she stared at the revealed monster. I always knew it was big, but that… that’s finally going. Apple Bloom couldn’t contain a moan of lust as she fell against the crate she had been sitting on.

Big Mac thanked that she had closed her legs with the action and he quickly covered the distance between them. He swallowed hard as he stood over her and her perky C cup breasts. He couldn’t help but remember the days when they bathed together when she was a filly. Memories that would now always be tainted by this act. Perhaps this is my punishment for not having been more careful with the bottles? “I’m sorry. I-I'll try to be gentle.”

Apple Bloom opened her mouth in another lewd moan and shivered as strong, calloused hands came over her breasts and squeezed her nipples. "Th-thank you."

The words felt like spikes through his chest, but he pushed the pain away. Big Mac wanted this done as quickly as possible, but he just didn't have the heart to simply stick it in her without showing that he cared. He took one hand off her bosom as the other gently covered the mound and started to message it. His off hand wrapped around her and pulled her up so he could start gently licking and nibbling on the other exposed breast. He slowly moved his way up to her sensitive pink node and clasped his lips firmly around it.

Apple Bloom’s eyes filled with tears as she cried out, “Stop teasing me!”

Big Mac glanced up and felt pain go through him as he saw the desperation on her face. Only since I must to protect her. He put her back down on the crate before forcing her legs apart. He noted the puddle that had already formed and quickly started fingering her. The folds grabbed ahold of each finger, each wanting more then the last. However, he only did this for lubrication, not foreplay.

She licked her lips as Big Mac stroked her fluids onto his cock. Her pussy was more then ready, or at least she hoped so seeing as his cock was bigger then any textbook had led her to believe they could be. He leaned over her and she felt his hot breath against her face and finally she turned deep crimson as she realized what he had planned to do. Could I really be doing this?

Big Mac stared into her orange eyes. If he was going to take her virginity, he was going to do it the only way he knew.

Apple Bloom put her head up and opened her mouth. Only a few more inches. She could almost taste him when–

“Big Macintosh!” Applejacks stormed across the room, her button up shirt showing plenty of her double D cleavage and allowing them to bounce. “What in tarnations are you doing?”

Apple Bloom put an arm on Applejack’s arm. “It isn’t his fault. I drank something I really shouldn’t of and I guess this is part of the consequences. He didn’t have any other motives than to help me, I swear.”

Applejack took in a calming breath as she turned between the two of them before sighing angrily. “Big Mac, is that true?”

Big Mac nodded before his head simply hung there. As tears fell from his eyes, she turned back to Apple Bloom. “You and I are going to the psychiatrist first thing tomorrow. As for him, we’ll talk later. However, maybe I can...

Apple Bloom was whimpering as she stared at Big Mac before Applejack’s hand dove into her pussy. It wasted no time as it found her G spot and brought her straight back to nearing climax. She tried weakly to help Applejack get off as well, but she was overtaken quickly by her skill. Or at least she would have if Applejack had touched her like Apple Bloom wanted her to.

Instead, Applejack had place her hand upon her stomach. “Did you-”

“Of course not.”

Applejack nodded and turned back to her sister. “Go up to your bedroom now.”

“But I need-”

“Go to bed, Apple Bloom!” Applejack watched as her little sister stumbled upstairs but then turned to the real culprit. “Why?”

Big Mac held the empty bottle of ‘Heat in a Bottle’ up to her.

“You hid this because of common sense, right?”

“Eeyup.”

“And then she found it unknowingly?”

“Eeyup.”

“And does this cause fertility?”

“Eeyup.”

“And you didn’t want another stallion finding her and abusing her, right?

“Eey–” The wind was knocked out of him as Applejack hugged him tight.

She sighed as she pulled away. “Thank you then, Big Mac. Anypony else and I would have had them castrated. You, though, I know getting her pregnant would have been the last thing on your list of to do’s. However, you have to do something for me tomorrow as repentance.”

“Anything.”

“Get this,” Applejack said as she picked up another vial, “tested by Nurse Redheart. Listen to everything she has to say and don’t come back until you know whether or not this could hurt Apple Bloom or any other pony. Understood?”

Big Mac nodded, happy to have a clear direction for the item. He turned away from his sister and immediately blushed hard as he realized that she must have seen it. Think about anything else other than her. He lost himself to fantasies about Nurse Redheart as his cock ached for want of pussy instead of hand.

Testing pt.1

Big Mac bent beneath the doorway into Ponyville general. All attention turned to him as he smiled nervously back at them. In his hand was a bag, and inside the bag was one of his remaining bottles of the concoction. He walked up to the counter and said, “My sister scheduled an appointment with Nurse Redheart?”

The nurse working the station took a sniff towards Big Mac and recoiled from the sweat he had collected over a hard day’s work. Plugging her nose, she pointed down a hall. “She’s waiting for you. Room 107.”

Big Mac sighed and he started heading through the hospital. He had meant to take a shower, but the plow had broken earlier today and fixing it had taken much longer than he had wanted. He lifted an arm and recoiled at his own stench. He then opened the door and stopped the inner groan he had whenever he saw Nurse Redheart.

She turned to him with her normal stern expression. She wore her nurse’s outfit which hugged her curves a little too well. The skirt was so short that the cutie mark of a red cross with hearts at each corner was easily visible on her thigh and allowed full view of her long white legs. Big Mac looked away from the tight top that outlined her massive rack and left little to the imagination. “None of that today Big Mac. Now get undressed.”

He turned back to her as his jaw went slack. Nurse Redheart rolled her eyes. “I’m keeping this on so as not to skew the results by being in extra provocative clothing. However, if we are to test this properly, you should be in a patient’s robe in case of side effects that may cause certain part to, er, grow. Understood?”

Big Mac reluctantly nodded and Nurse Redheart turned away from him. “Um, shouldn’t you leave?”

Slam. He turned to the door and swallowed hard as he realized someone must have put something heavy against it. Nurse Redheart replied to the sound with a terse, “Neither one of us is allowed to leave.” Her tone softened. “I don’t like this Big Mac, but the test would fail if I ran after one gulp of this stuff. Please understand and…” She was silent for a few moments, but then picked up a clipboard.

“Unlike popular opinion, mares do not have to be in heat to be aroused. However, we don’t think about it very often, and it takes much more than with stallions to get off or be turned on. Couples that are naked together may have sex because of love, and with enough heavy petting a mare will start to get off. However, we are taught to repress sexual fantasies, and that idea will be our baseline for this experiment.”

“Nurse Redheart, shouldn’t we not be doing this on ourselves? Or together?”

Nurse Redheart turned around and scowled at him. “Normally we would examine the potion for it’s magical and medical properties and experiment on other animals. However, we must assume this was made for equine anatomy, and with the normal age of a mature mare going into heat being twenty, time is of the essence so we can know what repercussions may have happened to your sister.”

Big Mac nodded and sat down. Nurse Redheart turned just in time to avoid being flashed. “Please stand. You are too tall to wear a robe that small.”

Big Mac thanked the fact that his coat was red as he stood back up. “I’m sorry. One of the problems being so tall.”

Redheart sighed and put a hand on his chest. She had talked to him many times about the fact that he was about a foot and a half taller than any mare in Ponyville. She had always found the height interesting, at least until two years ago. At the thought she withdrew her hand and picked up Big Mac’s bag.

“Alright, we’ll be doing this in increments. From what your sister told me, a full bottle will turn a mare almost to a sex driven monster, unparalleled by any other aphrodisiac, correct?” She watched as Big Mac nodded. “Alright then, we will both be only having half of the bottle today then.”

“Me too?”

Redheart gave him his cup as she looked down at the green liquid in her own. “We may as well get testing stallions out of the way at the same time.”

Big Mac put a hand over Redheart’s cup. “Then it makes less sense that we are together.”

Redheart sighed. “I’m the only person on staff willing to do this. Besides, I need something to fantasize about otherwise I may not be affected by the early stages at all.” She paused as Big Mac’s eyes widened and downed her glass before saying, “Besides, you need something to fuck in case it drives you insane with lust.”

Big Mac looked down at Redheart as she said that. She turned away and pulled out a pen and paper to jot down preliminary notes. She pulled at her skirt, as if trying to hide her rear, something he had never seen her do before. He downed the glass, hoping he didn’t have to rape her.

Redheart looked back at Big Mac as she had managed to shove the sudden thought of fucking him out of her head. I’m not feeling anything really in my crotch yet. She bit her lip as she thought about what could be feeling down there. However, there is definitely an increase in my fantasies and the effects they have on me.

Big Mac let out a groan. “I think I’m feeling something. It feels like my balls are tightening.”

Nurse Redheart and wrote on the pad possible increase in sperm count and production. She turned back to him, finding it rather easy to keep her fire in check. However, that was to be expected of an older mare like herself. She needed stimulus to actually check the potency. She thought back to what Cheerilee had told her when getting her hips checked two years ago.

“What is the best part of my body? And please be specific.”

Big Mac looked up and simply stared at her for a few moments before clenching his jaw. “Your smile.”

She scowled and said, “I don’t like lies. Now come on, say my tits.”

Big Mac bit into his lip, but couldn’t deny that that was where his eyes were glued. “They’re nice, but your smile brings joy. I’ve seen you make sick fillies and colts forget about their pain as you played with them. Not to mention the gentle calm it brings your older patients as death closes on them. I only wish we adults weren’t so annoying to you.”

She stiffened as she thought of how much of an actual interest he had to have taken to her through the years to notice all of that. How he had noticed so much about her job, while so many of her older patients simply thought she was bitter. Then again, they usually act more like children then the fillies. She glanced back at Big Mac and blushed while remembering the pleasant visits he used to have with her.

Stop it! She took a deep breath before announcing, “Time to take another drink.” She giggled as Big Mac raised his glass.

“To old friends.” Big Mac shotgunned it down. He marvelled at the fact that it still tasted like a freshly picked apple. However, his mind was soon distracted as his the erection he had been fighting started to win. He slammed an arm over his hips and winced at the impact.

Red Heart noticed it and felt her crotch finally react to the potion’s effects. She bit into her lip as a warmth spread through her body. It then grew when she realized why Big Mac would be covering himself up like this. She shakily wrote, One third: Forced arousal from little to no stimuli, forced erection. She glanced back and forced herself to calm down.

Redheart sympathized with Big Mac as he tried to keep it from being quite so obvious, but he wasn’t a great actor. “If it might relieve you, you could turn around and attempt jacking off. May provide data on early level stamina and cum production.”

He nodded and turned around. He lifted the gown and attempted to forget about Redheart being there. However, it was her, or Apple Bloom on his mind at the moment. Doesn’t help that I felt so guilty that I didn’t take care of myself yesterday.

Redheart stifled a gasp as Big Mac’s unbelievably toned ass pointed in her direction. She swallowed hard and tried to accept that this was his body, nothing more. However, the desire in her was stoked by thoughts of what that ass might feel like in her hands.

Fap, fap, fap.

Her heart almost stopped as she listened intently. No. That is the pinnacle of what is wrong with penises. Stop thin– “Unn.” She glanced down at her chest where her hands were lightly gripping herself. They’re just confined and need release. I’ve only had a third of the potion, I’m fine.

She undid the first three buttons of her shirt and spread it wide open. However, her wrap of a bra kept her chest tight. She ripped off the cloth and sighed to herself while continuing to tell herself that the lust was dying.

Big Mac gave one last grunt as he came all over the bed he would have normally been sitting on. He breathed heavily as he looked down upon the excessively large amount of cum that lay before him. “You may want to see this Nurse.”

Redheart shakily stood and glanced around Big Mac. She swallowed as she saw the cum, and her groin whined in need as the thought of her drinking that much came to mind. “Alright, third drink. Now!”

She had them down it immediately, and felt a tingle run across her body. She now wanted all of it off, all of it. She slowly moved a hand down to the pad and barely wrote, Sensitivity. She took a deep breath in and smelled the stench that came off of Big Mac. However, it now smelled wonderful.

She turned to Big Mac who was just happy that it didn’t seem to do anything this time. He quickly lost that happiness as Redheart walked very close to him. “Eeyup?”

“When was your last check up?”

Big Mac gave her a nervous grin as beads of sweat came down his face. “Six months ago, but an apple a day right?”

Redheart smiled at him. “I may as well make absolutely certain that you are right.”

Big Mac tried to stop as she squatted and moved the gown to the side. She stared at the mare breaking eleven inches. The cock that made Cheerilee not be able to walk for a week. The cock that caused her to want more She looked up at Big Mac and gave him an eager smile. “Please fuck me. I don’t think I can take much more.”

“Are you certain?”

Redheart laid on the ground and spread her legs, revealing a pair of glistening black panties. “Eeyup.”

Big Mac couldn’t take anymore and tore off the gown before gripping her breasts. He used one hand to quickly move the slick fabric from his path, and then slowly put his cock in. He knew he couldn’t go too fast, but the folds clung to him and the moans just drove him further and further into his need.

Redheart gasped as she tried to breath between lewd moans. She loved every minute of the screw, even when Big Mac dramatically increased the pace after his first thrust. With each collision with the back of her pussy, Big Mac came closer and closer to hilting her.

He lowered himself while his cock continued to throb and pulse within the mare. He collapsed on top of her as his hooves lost purchase on the tile floor, driving his dick harder then his held back thrusts could. Immediately the walls of the pussy tightened around his penis like a vice. He continued almost unimpeded, but still found that release alluded him. Finally with her second orgasm grabbing his cock did he give her his load. Thick spurts of cum poured out of her as he deposited his load deep within her.

The two laid there for a few moments, staring into each other’s eyes as if they hadn’t done this as part of an experiment. Redheart attempted to nuzzle into his chest, but gasped as his cock became hard within her. This time, Big Mac was in more control and slowly thrusted into her. Each thrust flooded both of them with pleasure. Pleasure Redheart was quickly learning to adore.

The thrusts gave Big Mac more time to enjoy his lover’s body this time. The soft ass that most complained was hard. The bouncing tits that now entranced him as he moved in time with their motion. And finally, a lustful smile that begged to be fed.

Redheart was surprised when he leaned down. However, the moment his lips were in range she lunged and pulled him down into it. She didn’t care about the shy tongue as she tried all she could to continue the kiss. Pleasure and happiness flooded through her with each kiss, locked in a deep embrace that was only ruined by the smacking of his balls against her.

Finally, the wave that had been building in Redheart released again. This time they were locked in a deep embrace, and Big Mac slowly released his load as he pulled out of Redheart who curled up in the fetal position, gently shaking. He breathed in deeply, but knew the already rock hard cock on him wasn’t going anywhere.

Redheart turned around and asked, “Are you leaving?”

He scratched his head. “Only if you want me to.”

“Hold me, please?”

Big Mac knelt down before gently scooping her up and putting her on his chest. He laid on the pool of cum on the bed, ignoring his massive hard on for her.

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It was this tender embrace and possible loving moment that now kept Redheart up as her hands gently stroked her pussy. She couldn’t get rid of the rogue thoughts, no matter how much she knew better. If I want to continue these tests and not lose myself to that kind man, I’m gonna need help. Royal help.

Infidelity Pt. 1

Mr. Cake smiled up at Sugarcube corner, more than happy to be home. He still had no idea why he took the potions. Him and Mrs. Cake had a slightly active sex life, and two young ones to take care of. However, some small part of him felt like he needed them. He just couldn’t figure out why.

Walking into the store, he heard a rustling in the back. No pony should be up at this hour. He grabbed a metal spatula he kept behind the counter and proceeded towards the door. Peeking in, he found a blue eye peeking back. He laughed as he heard Pinkie giggle.

“Why are you up so–” He felt a chill run down his back as Pinkie continued to raid the fridge. She was only in her pajamas, the same ones she had been using since she was eight. The top would have long been torn off for most girls, but only barely stretched against her flat breasts. Both pieces were frayed at the edges due to the age of the garment. However, whereas the shirt was still able to be loose on her chest, her shorts had become tight against her rump over the years.

“Midnight snack. Besides, I don’t sleep well if everypony’s not here. I guess that starts to happen after you almost lose a sister to rock spiders. Maud kicked its ass though and Inkie was fine back then.” She pulled out one of the stale cupcakes from today. “Hope you sleep well, even if Mrs. Cake is on vacation.”

Mr. Cake cringed as he remembered that his wife was off on a woman’s cooking competition in Trottingham. He glanced down at the boner he had, and was thankful Pinkie hadn’t noticed. He sighed and wrung his hat in his hands. Looks like it’s another lonely night.

He was thankful the twins were finally past the crying stage of their childhood, otherwise he may have had that to face tonight as well. I’m just happy I get to actually run the bakery now that they go to school Reminiscing on the past only brought the realization that the two had been so busy, that mating season had come and gone without him even trying to sleep with his wife. For the past three years. Maybe slightly active was over exaggerating it.

He sighed at the bed that awaited him. He hadn’t been enthused about his marital bed in a long time now. He smiled at a thought that normally plagued his wet dreams, but tonight he gripped his cock as Pinkie appeared on the bed in his fantasy.

20 years younger and… no, thirty years ago and maybe. It was a fantasy he had accepted long ago. It had started when she was thirteen, and back then he had imagined what Pinkie might be like when she was older. Unlike Maud though, she had almost seemed in stasis over the years, barely growing a couple inches each year. In fact, Pinkie, was the shortest mare in Ponyville. He kissed the fantasy Pinkie, who hadn’t changed over the years, but looked exactly like she did in actuality.

He started stroking his dick as he pretended Pinkie was beginning a blow job on him. It isn’t like I don’t like my wife’s large rack. Just, she has lost so much of her younger energy, and I was never a man adored the sexy look. If Pinkie had only been around when I was young as well. He sighed as he came, unable to care about what he had thought or done. It had almost become routine for him at this point.

A shiver ran down his spine and his veins turned to ice as he glanced to the side. The bottles were just sitting there, waiting. They could bridge the gap. They could get Pinkie to give him the one night stand he needed. Then he wouldn’t need her anymore and could enjoy his wife again.

His mouth was dry, and he pushed away the thoughts that were causing his nerves to be on edge. They didn’t leave, but instead grew stronger while he imagined Pinkie hovering over him, tongue out of her mouth, and about to take plunge him into herself. He fell to sleep imagining Pinkie thrusting on top of him as his thoughts tried to come to grips with his heart.

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“Can I have one?”

Mr. Cake swallowed hard as he lifted the tray of cupcakes up. He had woken up early, and now his recipe was complete. He hoped the pastry would work, but he couldn’t help but wonder if he was in the right. Just once. Once, and the fantasizing will stop. just once and I’ll live like Mrs. Cake and I once did. “Of course you can Pinkie.”

Pinkie reached over and grabbed one of the cupcakes. “I hope you aren’t still miffed about last night.”

He smiled at her. “It was no problem. I just had a lot on my mind, and seeing you like… that, didn’t help.”

Pinkie giggled slightly, but then blushed as Mr. Cake’s eyes stayed on her slender figure. “Er, the cupcake is good.”

“That’s wonderful to hear. Have as many as you want. I need to go take a shower.”

Pinkie touched her rosy cheeks as she popped a second dessert into her mouth. Why am I blushing? I’ve been in my pajamas plenty of times, and Mr. Cake always makes sure I stay out of trouble and away from the windows. In fact, he normally paid an especially high amount of attention to me then.

She chomped into the third cupcake as she started giving it more thought. He had always noticed her as she grew up, and always paid her a lot of compliments. However, she had always shaken those facts off because of how close they had been when she was younger. We even bathed together before I became 13.

Her mind halted as the shower started up. Her mind drifted lazily to his thin figure. He was a baker though, and that meant he would still be strong, easily strong enough to plunge into her nethers. Pinkie what are you thinking? She couldn’t stop at this point though while the fourth cupcake dropped from her fingers.

She leaned against the counter. She didn’t like underwear, so the edge quickly found itself pressing through her shorts and against her crotch. She let out a small moan as her thighs moved back and forth, gently letting her pussy get played with by the corner. She slipped her hands into the elastic and brought down the front just enough that her pussy was getting played with directly.

She let out a deeper moan as her hands moved up and gently brushed against her nipples. No one ever liked the stiff little nodes, but they were still quite sensitive as she massaged them. They twisted and even would go back in to hide. Everyone else had wanted bigger tits though, and not the wall that was her chest. Except maybe–

“Pinkie!” Mr. Cake could see the little node that was Pinkie’s clit. If that wasn’t enough of an indication that his plan had succeeded, the glistening pool of vaginal fluid on the counter was. He attempted to act like he ignored it as he asked, “Where is your shampoo? I seem to be out.”

Pinkie stammered for a moment before saying, “Top cabinet. I like to have to jump up and pretend my ginormous breasts knock me out.” She chuckled nervously as he shook his head.

“Your breasts are perfect as they are. And perhaps that isn’t the best thing to say like this.” He gave his own awkward laugh as he turned away. However, in the turn, Pinkie caught a glimpse. A glimpse of a rock hard cock, throbbing for her.

She stood there for a few moments. This is wrong. He’s married. I’m too young for him. I would be betraying one of my closest friends, to give another his desire. And I would find pleasure. What could be so wrong? I mean, Mrs. Cake must not be attracting him anymore for him to even notice me. She tried shaking the rebellious thoughts out of her mind, but the simple thought of Mr. Cake wanting her was driving her mad.

She walked slowly to the bathroom, hesitating before she pushed the door open. She slowly slid her shorts down and slipped off her shirt. She glanced in the mirror and cupped one of her nipples. No one else liked them, at times she didn’t even like them, but she was about to change that.

Mr. Cake jumped as Pinkie wrapped him in a hug. He felt two firm points pressed against the small of his back. “Pinkie?”

“You showed me your cock. That wasn’t an accident in the kitchen, was it?”

He swallowed hard and sighed. “No, it wasn’t.”

“But you have a wife.”

He swallowed hard at the fear in Pinkie’s voice. “If things had turned out differently Pinkie, you would be my wife, and not my little girl.”

Pinkie spun him around and smiled wide. “Can your little girl still get her womb kissed?”

He stifled a chuckle at how blunt she was. “Only once she is nice and clean.” His hands dived for her and she giggled as his fingers rubbed her sides. She gasped though when he pinched her nipples and then brought himself down to suckle on one. Pinkie felt herself light on fire as Mr. Cake assaulted the sensitive breast. She had her own target though.

Her fingers slowly went down his smooth stomach and clenched his balls. He let out a grunt and squeaked out, “A little looser please.”

Pinkie merely nodded as her moans came out more fervently. She slowly stroked the hard appendage, but he couldn’t hold himself back. He quickly let out a load into Pinkie’s palm, disappointed at himself for having let the gift be wasted.

Pinkie brought the hand up and started licking each finger. He had been worried about only getting it up once or twice, but watching Pinkie greedily eat his sperm had him rock hard again in moments. Pinkie smiled while the last of the white goo slid down her throat. “Can it be made into a creampie now?”

“Soon.” Mr. Cake leaned in close, a hand brushing her poofy hair out of her eyes. Her breath caught and she slowly closed her eyes. His lips pressed gently against her before he gently nibbled on her lower lip and caused her to giggle. He interrupted the small laugh to take advantage of the opening and locked lips with her.

Pinkie thought she was in bliss when he took her first kiss, but then his other hand found her lower lips. She let out a moan as they stayed locked together and Mr. Cake flicked his tongue to twist around her’s. Her eyes fluttered while Mr. Cake’s hand gently circled her pussy, teasing the outer folds and getting Pinkie to start squirming.

They finally came apart, both members gasping for air. Pinkie couldn’t breath for long though. Mr. Cake slowly slid a finger in and swirled it around slowly around the entrance while seeking its prey. “What… are.. you… doIIING!”

Mr. Cake grasped her in another deep kiss while he viciously attacked Pinkie’s weak spot. The vibrations resonating in her mouth were delightful. Her pleasure grew higher and higher, each moment feeling like a wave against a damn. The damn broke as they separated again and she collapsed with a scream of pleasure against the tub.

Mr. Cake slowly crawled over her and locked eyes with the pink mare. She swallowed hard before nodding slightly. He dug his face into her neck and started to nibble on her neck. Unlike the lip, this one excited her. She froze as she felt his tip touch her nethers. She shivered but nodded again.

Mr. Cake squeezed her tight as his cock slowly started sliding into her. Her folds convulsed against him and she writhed in pleasure against him. He stopped as he felt resistance against his dick. His top half was pulled down before Pinkie whispered, “Please.”

He slid slowly out before thrusting his hips forward. A strangled yelp was quickly replaced with a long moan as the thrusts became more regular. Mr. Cake couldn’t help but feel bad for the young mare he was within. How could so many forget about this young flower? He reminded himself to make sure she had time off next time she went into heat to make sure she found a good stallion.

He started to thrust deeper into her and Pinkie seemed to enjoy being filled with his member. He didn’t know if it was the inexperience, or the short figure, but he had never experienced a mare as tight as Pinkie. I bet her folds would simply collapse upon my sperm if I release in her.

Panic flooded him as he realized the very real possibility of impregnating another mare other than his wife. He got onto his knees and gripped her slim thighs before starting to slam his balls deep into her. Like this, he knew he could simply let go and Pinkie would come right off. It was still tempting though as his balls smacked against her tight ass. Pinkie watched him with her tounge coming out of her mouth and was obviously nearing her second orgasm as well.

Finally, just as his restraint could take no more, he pulled out. Sperm came flying out and covered Pinkie’s small abdomen. He didn’t want to leave her needing though, and slid three fingers into her that immediately found her g-spot. She gasped at the suddenness of all that was happening and Mr. Cake couldn’t take his fingers out as she squeezed down tight on them.

Finally, the two were left panting in the bath tub. The warm water from the shower was quickly wiping away the evidence and Mr. Cake felt what he hoped was satisfaction. I lived out one of my fantasies, made sure Pinkie had a good first time, and now we may even be closer as ponies for it. Yeah, satisfied fits pretty well.

After a while though, Mr. Cake remembered that life had to continue and leaned down to give Pinkie one last kiss. She replied weakly, having exhausted herself in her violent orgasms. He stood up and dried himself off before turning around and saying, “Thank you Pinkie. I love you.”

Pinkie watched as Mr. Cake left, the small ass shaking back and forth. She whispered to herself as her thoughts turned to the next time, “I love you too.”

Incestuous Apple pt. 2

Author's Note

Trigger Warnings: Masturbation, Anal, OC (Mainly used because the name fit what I needed, he will not be coming back most likely)

Incestuous Apple pt. 2

“Doctor Thought will see you now.”

Apple Bloom waved to her sister. “See you in an hour or so.” She stopped when Applejack’s hand clamped onto her shoulder.

“Apple Bloom, I need you to take this seriously. A girl your age isn’t supposed to go into heat and I’m afraid of what it may have done to your mind. No fooling around, got it?”

“Of course. I’m not twelve anymore.” She turned around on her heels and uncrossed her fingers as she strode down the hall.

“Hello Miss Bloom. Please take a seat and make yourself comfortable. I will be your psychiatrist today, Jumbled Thought.”

Apple Bloom stood for a moment taking in the red unicorn. He wasn’t especially attractive and wore a pair of black glasses on his face. His slacks and white polo gave him a professional look, but the goofy grin almost made her laugh. Good, I was afraid he might be a true professional. Guess you need more than a day’s notice for those though. “How comfortable am I allowed to get?”

“As comfortable as you please. I believe a relaxed body leads to a relaxed..d mind.” Jumbled’s pen dropped out of his hand as Apple Bloom picked up her now removed shorts and panties and sat on the couch facing him. She opened her legs and he swallowed hard. Her folds were glistening with a thin layer of fluid and the young woman made no attempt to hide herself.

“Th… that may be too relaxed.”

“We’re going to talk about my incestual tendencies, right? I should probably take off my shirt now that I–”

“No! This should do.” He cleared his throat and took a shuddering breath in before continuing. “We will be talking about the possibility of them, yes.”

“Oh no, I have them. No doubt about ngh.” Apple Bloom’s finger had traced around her pink folds before finally plunging it into herself. “Sorry, I never got off yesterday after getting teased with bliss. Guess it was hard to find myself getting anywhere near what might have been.”

Jumbled bit into his lip as Apple Bloom continued to play with herself. The glistening of her fingers as they dipped in and out of her inner folds and the moans were almost causing him to forget why he was there. Doesn’t help that I’m nothing compared to most stallions in town so this would be about as lucky as I could get.

“You say bliss. Perhaps you just have a lot of sexual repression. When do you think these feelings started?” He winced in pain as she brought her finger up to her mouth and sucked on it in thought.

“I suppose when I was fourteen I developed a crush on them. It was during a severe scolding from granny.” Her fingers stopped and she closed her legs as her eyes lost focus. “I had destroyed some farm equipment and though I apologized, Granny went into a rant. I think it was supposed to be inspirational, a goal to strive for so that I could be the ideal Apple."

“An Apple is strong, independent, and hard working. They bring joy to others’ lives, not through silliness or stupid antics, but through kindness in everyday deeds. Looking back, I’m still so little of that ideal.” She curled up and tucked her head into her legs. “Applejack would have never taken the potion to get Big Mac. She would have just come out and told him, not just tried to get him to glance at her for the past 2 years ”

Jumbled thanked Celestia that Apple Bloom seemed to be calming down. I might just have a chance here. “But why would you drink something like that? Didn’t you know what the consequences might be? Surely you didn’t think it would get Big Mac to love you.”

Apple Bloom glared at him momentarily over her knees. “You don’t get it. He does love me, I merely want him to admit it, just as I want Applejack to. I want to be a part of the family, not just this black sheep that brings everyone else down. I can only see one way to do that, and that is to have them see me as a worthy mate.”

Apple Bloom’s hands slid down her thighs and gently massaged the area around her still soaked pussy. This gave Jumbled full view as she started messaging her clit. By now though, he had had more then enough. “Will you stop it?”

Apple Bloom stood with him and planted her hooves firmly on the floor. “No. I want them to be with me as I’ve caught them. I want Big Mac to leave me panting on the ground, unable to move because of sheer bliss like Cheerilee. I want to be able to stick my face in between Applejack’s legs like Rarity got the honor of last year. This isn’t just a childish want for approval. I love them, and nothing is stopping me now that I have a way to convince them.”

“And how does that have anything to do with being in your family? Your goals seem awfully contradictory since all you seem to me is like a lazy whore.” Jumbled knew he should calm down, but he was so thoroughly blue balled at this point that he couldn’t even think straight.

Apple Bloom’s eyes lost focus as a small, almost creepy, smile appeared on her face. “An Apple mate should be ready to be a part of the family and hold their own on the farm. Anyone coming into the family has to have the makings already.” Her eyes snapped back into the focus. “Of course, I could just be some slut. What would your diagnosis be then?”

Jumbled almost reached for her. Almost threw her upon the wall but barely held himself back. “I… don’t know. What I do know is that Applejack should be told immediately as to the shattered mental state you’re in and that she should have you taken elsewhere until you stop these forbidden thoughts.”

Apple Bloom slammed her back into the door and stared at Jumbled for a few moments before glancing down. The bulge was nothing special, especially when compared to Big Mac, but it was more then enough to tell her what she needed. “Wait. What about a deal?”

“I’m not making a deal with you. Now move!” Jumbled reached over but Apple Bloom easily pushed him back, toppling over his table in the process. Getting up, a small t-shirt fell onto his face. Glancing at the door in fear, he saw she had turned around and bent over. Her fine toned ass was pointing in his direction, but it mattered little compared to the calloused hands that were attempting to spread the cheeks wide.

And then there was the small hole he could see, attempting to hide itself. “In return for your silence, you get to take my first time. You even get to do it in my ass. My mouth and pussy are for my sister and brother, but you can abuse this all you want.”

Jumbled found himself drawn to the swaying yellow hips. She still had a hand in her pussy, and drops of pleasure splattered his fine wood floor. “N...no. It would be wrong.”

“Nothing will stop me. You may as well enjoy what you can.” Apple Bloom smiled at him, even though she was disgusted to have to resort to this. I knew that by coming in I would have to, but that won’t make this any better.

Jumbled stood there for a few moments before slightly shrugging. He couldn’t hold himself back, and this woman was willing to have her first time be taken by a complete stranger. He honestly suspected that she might threaten him if he said no, and that he was doomed anyways. She’s right. May as well enjoy it.

He gripped her flanks firmly but still gave one last hope chance for his conscience. “Do you think it could be possible for me to sway you tonight?”

Apple Bloom looked over her shoulder, but her gaze never met Jumbled’s. It was far past as she muttered, “Don’t worry. I’ll enjoy it.”

He sighed as his cock slowly teased the small opening that was her ass. She is lost. I don’t think anything short of magic would be able to fix her, and I’ve always questioned the ethics on that. So why not? If she wants to get fucked this bad, why not?

Her anus slowly spread as the tip of Jumbled’s cock penetrated it. She gave a small squeak as it tried to close back down. Jumbled gave his own grunt as he slowly forced his dick further inside. Her ass shook and squirmed from the pain, and Apple Bloom was having a hard time keeping the fantasy alive in her mind. It would hurt more if it were Big M– “Gah!”

Jumbled smirked as he thrusted hard into her. “I won’t force your mind to change, but you’ll get spikes of pleasure like that every time you try to think about one of your siblings. However,” He said as he dragged his cock out, “Reality will come crashing back as well as the pleasure.”

“Gah.” A small orgasm tore through her hyper sensitive body as Jumbled thrust back into her. He grabbed her arms and pulled to help himself thrust deeper and harder. Applebloom’s insides quivered and sucked on the cock as it pistoned into her.

Soon it was too much, and the quivering cock painted Apple Bloom’s virgin ass with his cum. His hips continued to smack into her as his explosive load continued to fill her tight hole. Apple Bloom collapsed onto the ground as soon as he let go. She shakily started to push herself up as she said, “Thank you doctor. That will be all today.”

“No.” Jumbled pushed her back down and grabbed her tender flanks. “You have been actively mocking me this whole time and I’m sick of it. We’re continuing.”

Apple Bloom’s eyes went wide as his rock hard cock came back into her vision. Her legs hurt, her hips hurt, and mostly, her ass felt like she’d just been kicked by Applejack. I might not be able to walk if he does it again.

However, Apple Bloom didn’t get a say in this as Jumbled pushed her to the ground and positioned himself again. This time there was no warning tease or slow entry. His cock rammed fully into her in one swift thrust that got a pained gasp out of Apple Bloom. She glanced back at the out of shape body that now dominated her. She smiled to herself as she thought, At least he’s red.

The stallion that was bucking her tight rear swiftly changed to a tall muscular figure and Apple Bloom could even imagine the additional length and girth pistoning into her. Her hands slowly drifted down to where she could hear noisy smacking against her firm body. jumbled grunted as two soft hands gripped his balls.

“Big Mac!” Apple Bloom’s ass squeezed tight on his cock as fluid gushed out of her other hole. It felt like her ass was being dragged out as Jumbled slowly pulled out, and she gave another gasp as the violent thrust back in came. Liquid continued to pour out of her as she came with each long, hard, thrust.

On about the fourth, Jumbled could hold himself back no longer. He bent over and grabbed her average tits and pulled at the erect nipples. In this final thrust, the cum from before came gushing out as he shook, his load launching itself deep into her insides.

Finally, the two collapsed, Apple Bloom twitching with a soft smile, and Jumbled crying softly to himself.

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“Thank you kindly Mr. Thought. I’m happy to know that the potion seems to have had no permanent issues with her. We’ll be seeing you in about a week or so for another check up?”

Jumbled shook his head at Applejack. “As I said ma’am, I don’t think the potion did anything to Apple Bloom’s psyche that she didn’t have before. I have no way of treating her, and I doubt anyone could find more. She is… fine.”

Applejack raised an eyebrow. “Fine? You don’t make it sound like she’s fine.”

“Come on Applejack, don’t you think you’re being a little paranoid? Do I seem any different to you?”

Applejack bit into her lip. Apple Bloom did seem like her normal bouncy self. Really, the only thing bothering her is me worrying. Applejack let out a long sigh. “Alright sir. How much do I owe you?”

Jumbled shook his head. “No charge. I’m always happy to help the Apple family. Now please, go. I have things that need to be taken care of.”

Applejack was about to protest when Apple Bloom tugged on her arm. “Come on, you promised me some ice cream afterwards.”

She looked back at her little sister. Nah, she’s fine. I mean come on, it’s Apple Bloom. How bad could her thoughts get?

Jumbled waved as the two left the office, but his secretary turned to him. “We don’t have anymore work today.”

“I know. At least, you don’t. I myself need to make some calls.”

“Why?”

“Why? Oh how I have been trying to figure out that question for so long, only to have the answer abruptly shattered by giving a patient a little too much freedom.”

The secretary furrowed her brows in confusion. “Did something happen in there?”

Jumbled bit his cheek as he grabbed his jacket and briefcase. “No. And that is exactly why I am firing myself. I will call for a replacement, and then I will be promptly leaving for Manehatten.” He glanced out the door. “I don’t think I can live with myself here, not anymore.”

Bestial Hope

Author's Note

Triggers: Twin Dick, Interracial(light), New OC

Bestial Hope

Surefoot breathed in the cool night air, a case of bottles tucked in firmly against his side. However, as he let it out he shook in fear. Guess you don’t simply leave a place like that unscathed. He shook his head furiously to try to clear his mind and fight off the fear of his four hour walk home.

Rustle.

He swallowed hard as he picked up his pace. He’d been mugged once on this road before, and that had been because he’d stopped. But not this ti–

Scrape.

This time the sound was closer, and he could distinguish the direction. He turned to the right and saw a blur in the shadows for just a moment. He decided it would be better to live than to get laid and dropped the case as he broke into a full sprint.

There was never a crash though. Odd.

(A few days later)

Spike yawned as he put his broom away. He was up late cleaning the library after Pinkie just had to have one of her parties to celebrate something. No idea what it was, but at least it was fun. He picked up the last slice of cake and licked his lips while he scraped some of the buttermilk frosting off.

Knock.

Spike turned to the door, his claw still stuck in his mouth. Only one thing would want in at this time of night, and that meant he probably wouldn’t be keeping his cake. He sighed as he walked over and opened the door. Standing there was a pleasant surprise, Big Mac. “What are you doing here so late?”

He grimaced and handed Spike a note. with a flick of his claw it opened and he almost dropped his cake. A lifetime with Twilight had almost made him allergic to handwriting this bad. It was a set of bullet points though, and he had worked with Big Mac before. “A letter?”

“Eeyup.”

“For whom?”

“Spitfire.”

Spike raised an eyebrow at him. He glanced back at the note and nodded solemnly. Big Mac could write of course, but whenever he wanted to make sure a message was understood correctly or done in the right manner, it was Spike’s job to make sure of it.

“I hear Apple Bloom is doing well.”

“Eeyup.”

Spike grimaced to himself as he brought out a large quill that only he used because the rest were too small for his large claws. “Are you sure? You sound a little shaken there.”

Big mac swallowed hard. His and Apple Bloom’s encounter was being kept very quiet, and only Redheart and her psychiatrist knew about it for the moment. They had even kept it a secret from Granny, in fear of giving her a heart attack. “Eeyup.”

“Alright. Here ya go big guy, and have a nice night. Don’t stay out too late.” Spike breathed a sigh of relief as he picked back up his cake. At the same time that he held the moist piece up to his lips, he also saw two glowing red eyes in the night. They steadily came closer, and with them, the clanking of bottles.

“Here.”

A large, gray hand grabbed the cake and Spike could hear it being eaten in the dark. “You wanna come in? I bet you could have something more to eat. I know you’re starving half the time.”

A rough, deep voice replied back, “Would you rather I commit more of my acts?”

Spike let out a sigh. “No Crack, I wouldn’t.”

“Good.” The large diamond dog walked into the library, the light allowing his features to come into view. Even amongst diamond dogs he was large, possibly taller than Big Mac, and definitely taller than Spike. His thick gray hair covered his hulking frame which always made the drake think about viking ponies. Then there was the mark of his rank. The glowing red eyes of an alpha diamond dog.

Crack scolded himself for scanning the dragon’s form as he always had to. They had fought on their first encounter, something about protecting Rarity. After the long bout and a humiliating defeat by threat of fire, the two had become tentative friends. He knew the strong muscular body, the green and purple scales that glistened in the light, and the large leathery wings that mares seemed to at least find interesting. And what do I have? Large, soft, paws.

Spike grinned as his friend let out a sigh. “At least you don’t have a long tail to trip over. This thing can be a real pain sometimes.”

Crack nodded as he scratched his chin. “Good for fight though. Trip opponent, hit opponent, bind opponent. However, I’m not here for fight today. I am here to trade.”

Spike’s eyes immediately connected with Crack’s. He had left the normal tunnels almost five years ago and had become a part time bandit to keep himself fed as he looked for a home in the light. He usually only stole food, and if he found something, he hoarded it. This had to be important, or worthless. Spike guessed from the hard lines set into grim face, it was the former.

He motioned for Crack to come closer and the dog put a box onto the table. Upon opening it, Spike felt fear and lust fill him at once as ten bottles of green liquid lay within. “Do you know what this is?”

Crack held one of the bottles up and sniffed it. “I smell, sex… and magic. Potion?”

Spike waited as he sniffed more. Crack was surprisingly intelligent, even with his stunted speech. However, Spike had asked him many times before to check his items before they examined them further, and he didn’t always remember. Saved our lives once. I really hope he checked to make sure this box wasn’t a bomb first.

“Dangerous potion. Very powerful potion. A potion,” A small glimmer appeared in his eyes, “full of hope.”

“I don’t think I would say that, but you’re right that it is powerful and used for sex. It is also dangerous though. Twilight got some notes from Nurse Redheart recently about this stuff. Very potent. In fact, potent enough to make most mares fuck anything with a full bottle. That is why I’m not letting you keep these.”

Crack let out growl. “Spike, don’t,” He stopped for a moment before letting out in a small whimper, “I am not lucky like you. No pony will ever look at me like you with Rarity. This, this is only way to show I am good lover.”

Spike bit the side of his mouth. “It’s not like I have Rarity knocking on my door for sex you know. Even after five months, she’s still going out with the stallion she hooked up with during mating season. And if any of the rumors are true, acting very different from most mares.” Spike sighed. “She never did believe in restraining her pleasures I guess. At least she isn’t an actual whore. Otherwise I would get some, though I doubt I would be happy.”

Crack put a hand on his shoulder. “Perhaps this allow you to prove better in bed then stallion. Put her in the mood?”

Spike smirked for a moment before his face fell. “I guess. And what about you? Did you wanted to use it on a diamond dog female so–”

“No! I would not waste something like this on those bitches!”

Spike’s claw clamped down on Crack’s mouth and the two waited. However, Twilight was upstairs, and Crack never grew too loud, even when screaming.

“Sorry. No, I plan on using it on one I love. One who means most to me. But I do not have option of date.” Crack sat down on a chair as his eyes and ears went down.

Spike sat next to him and wrapped a scaly arm around him. “Just… treat her well. Don’t get too hasty and forget that you need to prove that you are a good stallion, not just a good lover. Make it about her. They’re tips Shining gave me when I finally started going out with Rarity, in case she ever opened up to me for her lusts and fantasies.”

Crack glanced down at his soft paws before nodding solemnly. “Thank you friend. And if I am caught, and am tried, I wish for you to be the one to put me down.”

Spike’s breath caught. He knew he won the first time, but for Crack to actually ask him to do this… “Promised. And, good luck, with whoever she is.” Spike thought about it for a moment and rushed to stop Crack at the bottles

“Who is she?”

Crack shook his head. “No. My own merit. You have helped enough. I will claim my love myself.”

Spike nodded as he watched Crack take half of the bottles for himself. The dog left fairly quickly afterwards, and Spike groaned at the thoughts in his mind. He scratched at his spines before deciding to try to enjoy this little bottled hope that he had been given, instead of worrying about all of the complex shit that it meant for him and his friend.

Spike let out a sigh as his twin cocks slowly slipped out of their normal scaly sheath. He gently ran a claw along one and smiled as he thought of Rarity’s reaction if she ever saw the smooth scaled swords. They aren’t too large, but even Twilight almost had a panic attack when she first caught me enjoying my alone time. He winced at the painful memory that had been everytime he had been caught by Twilight, but it was quickly replaced by an image of Rarity in a marvelous black dress.

She walked up to him and placed a hand on his chest as he pretended to do the same. He had never been able to do more then touch her thigh in real life, but he had ravaged her many times in his fantasies. This time Rarity was the one to slip the straps of the dress off and reveal the sexy figure that lay beneath. From a tight rear to possibly augmented, large, firm breasts squeezed into a tight piece of black lingerie. The perfect contrast to her sophisticated air and white fur.

He started stroking himself harder and letting his inner fire be stoked as Rarity leaned in close for a kiss. Her large bosom pressed against his chest, and he forced his moan to stay down as he wished she were actually there, instead of with the other stallion.

With the anger coursing into his mind, he playfully pretended to toss Rarity onto the couch. He sat down and started to stroke himself faster as Rarity undid her bra and showed her large bosom fully exposed. Saliva started to fill his mouth as one of her manicured nails pinched nipple and the other ran down her stomach.

Just the thought of Rarity doing all of this was quickly getting the barely matured drake very close to off. His breath started to become heavier as Rarity spread her legs and he could believe moisture would be starting to soak through the thin silk panties. They started to inch lower and lower, the elegant mare simply smirking at him as she lifted them just enough to hide her glorious marehood. Any moment though, and his imagination would give him the release his twin cocks were so eager for. However, Spike let out a moan, a loud moan that always betrayed him on nights like tonight.

“Augh!” Spike’s vision almost went black as his balls suddenly were clamped in a magical vice he knew all too well from many other times he had lost himself in his fantasies. He glanced up at the purple face that was scowling at him.

“I need to see Nurse Redheart early in the morning and you decide to do that vulgar act? It is as if you don’t want me to be ready for her. Go to bed Spike, and if I see those again, I will do worse.”

Spike swallowed hard as Twilight’s mane spun over the banister and she went back to bed. He knew what worse meant, and had long ago learned to not finish himself these nights, no matter how much his crotch ached. That did not mean he was happy though.

“I’ve always assumed it was because Celestia was the one who taught you sexual repression, but at this point I swear you just hate us guys.” Spike still had no idea how Twilight almost ignored all sort of sexual stimulation. The only proof he had even found that she experienced heat was the soaked dots on her panties.

He laid his head back against the couch and let out a small stream of fire. His crotch hurt, and so did his pride any night he had to restrain himself like this. Doesn’t help that Twilight gives no shits about whether or not I’m turned on and sleeps naked despite the fact that I’m here. He let let out more fire in a silent attempt to vent frustration, but nothing worked.

However, that was when his eyes drifted to the case on the table still.

He smirked to himself. Only a little awakens a girl’s sexuality right? After all the torture she’s put me through with my sexuality, let’s see how she deals with her own.

He stopped midway up the stairs, a bottle and a dropper in his hands. Spike was about to drug Twilight, his practical sister, on purpose and without her consent or knowledge. The drake sat on the top step and glanced at Twilight, covered up under her sheets.

He slowly walked over and looked down at the already deeply sleeping mare that had raised him. Her soft purple fur, the mainly dark purple mane that ran down her back. Spike was a moment away from leaving her be when his crotch growled for her body. Spike bit back the sudden thought of ripping the sheets off of her and continued to stare at the beautiful mare in front of him.

He needed release, in one way or another. Spike stood over her for a long time, his dragons standing erect and waiting. They were not patient though, and with each moment his fantasies grew stronger. The fantasies of an absolute revenge for all she had done to him since he had finally matured.

Spike punched himself and spent tense moment watching Twilight. He had made his decision, and even if it was a temporary solution, Rarity would hopefully make it a permanent one. With the patience that only one who has had to re-shelve a whole library three times in one day could possibly have, he fed her a fourth of the bottle. A blush went across the purple face and a slight moan escaped her lips.

As he went back downstairs to sleep himself, he thought he heard a slurred name be whispered. He shrugged it off though, and curled up on the couch. It took him a long time, but finally he was able to fall asleep, only an hour before Twilight awoke.

Infidelity Pt. 2

Mr. Cake stretched out in his bed as the first rays of the day came through the window. He smiled at the sun as his thoughts turned to preparation for the day. One thought stood out amongst the rest and made his chest warm with love. My wife comes home today.

The bakery was silent as he came down the steps from his bedroom and he breathed in a content sigh. It took some work to get the fires going and to retrieve the dough from its resting place after having been made the night prior, but the routine had become a part of him. A small chuckle escaped his dry throat as he moved towards an old fashioned ice box in the corner and thought on his last vacation where Mrs. Cake and him almost had a heart attack when they woke up in a hotel with nothing to cook.

He slipped out a single glass of water and sipped it. Most would call him old fashioned for thinking it tasted better from the old contraption, and he would agree. Nostalgic memories of his father came to mind, soon replaced by his wife as a teenage girl giggling at him when he first showed her the thing, and then Pinkie. His blood almost ran cold at the thought and the milk kept in there just for her. Shake it off Carrot. She hasn’t said more than a few questions over the last week. She must know it was just a one time thing and to leave it in the past.

“Morning Carrot!”

Mr. Cake’s mind almost malfunctioned upon seeing Pinkie. She was wearing a red mini-skirt and a tank top that fell over one shoulder because it was probably two sizes too wide. His hand shook as he raised his glass to her. “Go-good morning Pinkie. Nice new look. What happened to your normal, long, safe skirts or tight, modest shirts?”

Pinkie giggled as her hooves clattered on the stone floor. She bent over to get her milk and Cake’s eyes went to the swishing tail that extended from her and for just a moment thought he caught sight of a slightly redder slit between her thighs. “Pinkie?”

She took a long drink, her throat visibly shifting with each large swallow and a little coming out of the side of her mouth. She only took it away when the bottle was completely drained. “Hm? Oh, yeah, Im just trying a new look. Rarity says it can be quite refreshing at times. Now, I’ll go get the twins awake and to school. You just stay here and make this cold place more… comfortable for the two of us. And Mrs. Cake of course.”

He watched as she did a cartwheel from standstill and this time knew for a fact that he wasn’t just imagining things. Pinkie still hated underwear, and at least in here, didn’t care for a moment about it. His throat was completely dry despite the now empty bottle in his hand. No. Just don’t think about it and get ready. Pinkie is smart and flexible. She wouldn’t just let any stallion see that. The thought made him pause again before he shook it away.

The next hour was consumed by Mr. Cake trying to keep himself busy but to no avail as memories of the past continued to broke through his walls. The years when he always had to be so careful with the furnaces, always tried not to drop the dough he now deftly handled without a second thought, and the blue mare that accompanied him. He felt his excitement rise as memories of licking frosting off of his heat filled wife floated back.

Those were immediately dismissed when the fur changed to match his wife’s mane. By the time Pinkie had come back, he was contemplating just closing up shop with how wrecked he felt. A smile came from the mare and she jumped over the counter. Mr. Cake’s eyes only barely managed to not try to steal another peak up her skirt. “Hello Carrot.”

“You’ve never used my first name so casually. Did, um, something cause you to change recently?”

Pinkie wrapped her arms around one of his and she rose on the balls of her feet to run her flat body along him. He shuddered as her eyes didn’t stray for a second from his. “I just decided that after so long we could finally be this close. Like last week.”

“Well, um, not that close, right?”

She smiled wide. “Of course not silly. Despite those nice things you said.”

A stab of pain shot through his chest at the memory in the shower and confessing just how strongly he felt for her. A single calming breath was all he needed to attempt to hide it from Pinkie. If I don’t react, she won’t be encouraged to continue. Just keep it together. He reached behind the counter and lifted a pound cake cupcake with pumpkin frosting. “Like always, your reward for taking the twins to school, especially since I probably should have today.”

Pinkie shook her head after having popped the whole thing in her mouth. “Don’sh ‘orry about it.” She swallowed and then spat the paper wrapper out and into the trash can. “I like taking them and they like my piggy back rides.” A gasp came from her as she grabbed Mr. Cake’s hands. “Maybe you can give me a piggyback ride sometime? It has been so long since we’ve done something like that.”

Mr. Cake turned as red as his brightest Red Velvet cake and tried to stammer out a response. The ringing of a customer walking in saved him and he turned to face the front. A young white mare was walking across the floor and keeping her hooves light against the wood. He focused on the bouncing of her large chest to whisk away thoughts of Pinkie’s pussy against the back of his head.

“Hello Sweetie Belle. What can I get you today?”

She straightened out her floor length skirt. “Well, I had a craving for a banana split. Is that still up your alley?”

Pinkie nodded and squatted low to pull out a single banana while Mr. Cake got the ice cream. He looked to Pinkie once the vanilla and chocolate were in the bowl, only to see the banana wasn’t peeled yet. Instead, she was looking at it like she was evaluating the best way to peel it. “Pinkie, you just-”

A pink hand came up to cut him off and she seemed to nod to herself. That was when both Sweetie and Mr. Cake paled as Pinkie’s lips curled around the stalk of the banana. A small crunch could be heard as she briefly bit down, but for the rest of the length down she kept her lips firmly against the banana. Both bystanders could only imagine the amount of tongue work required to not let a single part of the separated peel show itself as she worked her mouth along the side. Once she reached the bottom of the peel, Pinkie slowly pulled away, constantly keeping the fruit’s skin taught before finally letting go.

Sweetie swallowed hard as her faced burned and Pinkie pulled out the actual banana. “Yo-you know what, I Don’t think I’m interested anymore.”

Mr. Cake nodded absent mindedly and muttered, “Don’t waste the banana,” before he could think about it properly.

Pinkie could only smile at the two as she continued her show and pushed the fruit into her mouth, centimeter, by centimeter. With each passing moment, Mr. Cake’s imagination grew stronger and stronger and he just wanted to take that banana’s place already. No! Mrs. Cake comes back today. Just, just a few more hours of whatever this is and it can all be over and things can go back to how they were.

Sweetie blinked a few times as Pinkie put the other end of the banana in her mouth. She had watched the confectioner's jaw the whole time and not once had she chewed. Pinkie giggled as she heard the front doors slam open because of the temporarily red mare.

“Pinkie, how about you work in the back and I’ll take the counter by myself today?”

She shook her head. “I thought I might stay at the counter with you like Mrs. Cake does so that we’re both here when she gets here. Besides, we have plenty baking already.”

He nodded as he cleared his throat. The business day finally started and for the most part it was okay for the yellow stallion. A slight brush here, a hug there, and the occasional bow to a leaving customer was all Pinkie really managed to use against Mr. Cake. He had already succumbed to her whims earlier though, and now Mr. Cake felt and saw everything because he knew who they were for. Even when the whole place was full, she only ever gave a chance to him. By the time four o’ clock came around, he was panting as Pinkie came beside him.

“Excuse me.”

He did as he was told. Only another hour, maybe two. Or less if the train is early. Please let the train be early. He heard the snap of their step ladder and groaned. The soft clopping of her hooves begged for him to look. The sweet scent that permeated her very aura drew him in. And then there was that cute little voice that always called to him, just like now.

“I can’t seem to see the pie flavoring. Do you see it?”

Mr. Cake saw it all right. Slight trickles of liquid that matted down the hair on her legs. The dark pink fur only begged his eyes further up. And then she spread her legs and looked down at him. Her scent permeated the air and his cock quickly hardened as a single drop fell into his mouth. “Yes Carrot?”

He ran out of the front of the store and panted over one of the kitchen counters in the back. He had to do it now or his wife might see. He had to do it now before Pinkie did something she shouldn’t. “Pinkie, close up early and start cleaning the front. I’ll take care of back here.” Please she believe me, please she not know what I’m doing.

He had only just dropped his pants before soft, pink arms came around him. “It is my job to clean the front, right?”

“Pi-Pink–”

“Shh. Let your wife do as she should for her faithful husband.”

His heart almost skipped a beat at the words, but that was possibly because of the slender fingers that now came around his hard cock. He groaned as her hands started to go up and down on along him. “You- you aren’t my, ung.”

Pinkie nibbled into his neck and let out a pleasured moan. “I know, but wouldn’t it be nice? This shows me that you meant what you said in the shower. That you love me. That we should have always been together.” She licked along his neck as one hand started to cradle his balls.

Mr. Cake started to pant. He had been almost blue balled for the whole day and Pinkie’s fur and small digits felt better than anything he’d ever had at the moment. A grunt came from him as her hand tightened on his balls. “Pinkie stop.”

Pinkie let out a long moan. “Say it three times fast.”

Mr. Cake almost couldn’t believe what he had heard. A mare more than half his age was jerking him off and still able to play jokes. A tear came to his eye as he opened his mouth and could say nothing. All he could do was curse time and thank Celestia for the being that was Pinkie.

A shiver ran along Pinkie’s body as the sausage in her hands twitched. One gripped his hard shaft while the other covered his tip and had her thumb go back and forth of the peak. As much as the almost vice grip on him hurt, Mr. Cake didn’t dare say anything. He knew he should. It would be the perfect way to make her let go, but the build up of his desires had made a solid wall against these thoughts. So he merely let Pinkie’s hand get lubricated by his precum as he came closer and closer to finishing and relished in the wonderful feeling of her fur.

With each pained grunt and groan, Pinkie almost lost her mind. She had been so afraid he hadn’t seen her. Hadn’t noticed all that she had done to get him riled back up. Now though, it was pure ecstasy to her.

His balls clenched and her hands went to cover the entirety of his tip. He stopped himself from yelling out and merely thrust against the net of fingers to give it its catch. Thick ropes of white soon shot out from him and covered the pink fingers with each shuddering moment of his orgasm. Pinkie came around to in front of Mr. Cake as he fell to the ground of the kitchen.

Her legs spread open and a shudder went through her as his eyes zeroed back onto her crotch. “i wouldn’t look down there.” Another shiver ran through her as his eyes went up her cute body and to her face. Just as the day had begun, now he had to watch as Pinkie slipped thick liquid down into her throat. This time though, she didn’t waste a drop.

Ding dong. “Honey? Pinkie? Where are you two? I saw you had closed the shop early.”

Nothing worked in Mr. Cake’s head as his wife called. She-she can’t be. She simply can’t be. His mind fully submitted to nothing as Pinkie’s wet lips came into contact with his bone dry mouth. It was like an ocean upon a dessert as her tongue swirled around his mouth. It’s even salty.

“Don’t worry. I’ll distract her while you clean up.” Pinkie turned on her heel and walked out to the lobby.

For another moment he just sat there. He could hear the voices of the two most important girls in his life. They were happy, friends, and yet bitter enemies if Mrs. Cake ever found out. The thought scared him. No, it terrified him.

Finally, he began to move. A quickly retrieved sponge was all it took to remove the drops of arousal that had come from Pinkie and the few drops of semen she had missed. His wife eventually came in and they hugged, kissed, and he forced a smile. She still filled his heart with joy, but Pinkie was constantly there to weigh on his mind.

“You look tired honey. I got plenty of sleep on the train ride home, so you go get ready for bed.” Mrs. Cake leaned up and whispered into his ear. “I’ll make sure to come up early enough so we can celebrate being together again.

He numbly nodded. “Thank you.” With each step away from Mrs. Cake, the heavier his heart grew. Twice. He had now fucked up twice. His door closed quietly while Pinkie watched from the top of the stairs and bit her lip.

I could go in and make him happy. A simple dismissal was all it took for her to kill the thought and dip into her room. She assumed he was confused, though she would fix that eventually. She pulled out a magazine and turned to ‘her’ article as she laid on the bed.

Ten tips to distract stallions while giving them nothing. Abridged by Pinkie so as to get any guy. She giggled at the description she had chosen and mentally checked off each action she had done. Only two were left untouched, the most important two.

1. Get him to impregnate you.

2. Get the man to marry you.

She spent a moment staring at the borrowed magazine and pushed it against her chest. A small smile spread across her face as one hand delved into her sopping wet nethers. She knew there would be problems, but at this point she couldn’t go back. Their relationship had changed and she had to keep it this way. She couldn’t let it go back, not when her heart swelled at the sight of him.

She loved that feeling, and even if it meant hurting Mrs. Cake, she wasn’t going to give it up.

The Plot Demands Attention!

Donut Joe sighed to himself while he looked out upon the empty donut parlor. Normally, he would have been fine and patient, but that was three hours ago and now he was thinking of giving last call and closing up early, no matter how much he hated to do so. He bit into his lip as he took in his humble shop. It was a nice place, albeit small, though he liked it that way. Just a few tables, plenty of donuts and even had coffee and beer. I guess I fit that odd combinations feel that Ponyville always has had.

Ching.

He was still chuckling to his own little joke when he turned around and saw her there. Her hip length red hair, green eyes, and large bosom all called out to him. She took long strides over and batted at him with a pair of sultry eyelashes. “So, what will it take for a mare to get a drink tonight?”

Joe swallowed hard. “Well, I was about to close up, but for a pretty little thing like you, I have no problems staying open a little longer. So Roseluck, what’ll it be?”

She leaned against the counter, her breasts pushing against the glass and causing even more cleavage to show through her loose blouse. “I don’t know. What I do know is that I want something new, something exciting.”

A shiver ran down Donut Joe’s spine and he nodded. He quickly poured out a small bit of scotch to mask the flavor before putting in almost a third of the green liquid the Flim Flam brothers had given him. He turned around and handed it to her. “Trust me, if you want excitement, that’ll do it.”

“I hope so.” Roseluck slowly tipped it back it, each sip fueling Joe’s imagination as to just what he could do to her soon. A long sensual moan escaped her lips as she put the glass on the counter and smiled at him.. “That. Was. Fantastic! Another.”

He nodded and took in the fact that one of the mares hands now situated itself tight between her tight booty shorts. The dark blue spot that was quickly growing gave Joe an idea as he handed her another. “Tell me Rose; are you wearing any panties?”

She scowled at him before draining this drink as well. “You know, I should smack you for that. Tonight though,” she paused and licked her lips, “why don’t you come over here and check?”

It was only five seconds later that he was ripping off her blouse and undoing her tight, black bra. He licked his lips as his hands gently pushed her large, cream colored breasts up. There was even a thin line of milk running down its curve, begging to be lapped up. Perfect with a chocolate donut I bet. He patted her rear. “Why don’t you bend over while I check back here for underwear?”

Rose giggled. “Of course sir.” She bent over and her wet crotch was intoxicating with its smell. He ripped the jean shorts off and spent a moment rubbing her rump, taking in the soft, but small, mound of flesh.

Smack!

The mare jumped upright at the sudden force before letting out a moan and biting one of her fingers. “That’s it Joe. I can’t take it anymore! Just stay right there and I’ll give you exactly what you want.” Her knees bent and brought her head level with his crotch. A small zip and his large cock presented itself at full mast proudly. Roseluck licked her lips at the gargantuan member and gave it a long, lewd, lick.

“Well, aren’t we well endowed in our dreams?”

Something about the voice made him freeze. Dream? What could she– “Hurk!” Joe glanced down at the dark blue fingers currently fondling his balls. “What?”

“I must admit that it is quite admirable to give yourself this. Braver than most I suppose. However,” her hand forced Roseluck off as her digits ran along the shaft, pressing into it and shrinking it to his more regular size, “this would be far more pleasurable for a real mare, and not the whore here. Now though, I’ll leave you be to enjoy the fantasy.”

Joe’s mind raced at what was going on, but nothing made sense. Roseluck taking his member in one deep thrust though got his mind working on a way to get answers. I-If this is a dream, then this should work. He glanced to his side and saw a firm, black booty presented to him. His hand stretched and grabbed the vial of sin from behind his counter. “Pe-perhaps a drink before you go?”

She turned around and took the bottle, sniffed it, and then drank a small amount. She let out a small hum and looked back at him. “The rules just changed Donut Joe. For you see,” she stepped over to him and put a finger on his chest as one of her eyes was covered by her mane made of stars, “you just drugged a royal princess.”

The ice that shot through him caused the image around them to shimmer and shake, and when it stabilized, Roseluck was gone. He stumbled back and crashed to the floor. “What do you mean by that?”

Luna gave a small chuckle. “Do not panic so. This is merely a dream and I believe there are rules stopping me from acting upon something like this in your fantasies.” She watched the quaking stallion before sighing. “That means the threat was a joke.”

Donut swallowed hard. “Oh, really? Well, um, hehe?”

She put a hand to her temple before glancing at him under her hand. “So, do you want to tell me how you are one of the only stallions in Equestria who dreams of whores instead of lovers, and whether or not it may have something to do with this?” She made sure it was evident what she meant by taking another quick swig of the powerful elixir.

He nervously tapped the stone floor. “Maybe I’m just lucky?” He stared into her withering glare for only a moment before shouting out his confession. Luna listened as he explained the bottles, how two weeks ago he learned what they did, and even looked away ashamed as he recalled the raping of Suri on stage.

She put a hand on her hip as she looked to the bottle that now was causing an itch in her crotch. “Before I go, may I ask why she acted like a whore when you could just take her in a dream? Wouldn’t it be more fulfilling to have her act like herself?”

Joe couldn’t meet her eyes. He simply let out a grumble that Luna could barely catch. “It makes it easier to believe it isn’t wrong to dream about.”

She crossed her fingers around the container and nodded before leaving world shook and she found herself out of the dream. Now that she was back home, with guilt and worry for the stallion in her heart, Luna yelled. “Celestia?”

A loud thud could be heard behind Luna and she turned to the large pink door that led to her sister’s room. The door opened and Celestia swayed on unsteady legs. “What is it sister? You do know what time it is, correct?”

“Yes, I do, but I am done simply standing by as I see you drive your subjects apart.”

That got Celestia to wake up and she snarled at Luna. “What could you mean, Luna?”

She stepped forward and looked down at her older, but shorter, sister. “It is about your ‘tradition’ that started once I was gone.”

The solar princess turned away and huffed. “Please Luna, it is late and we have discussed this before. I do not regret my decision.”

“Perhaps you should know that rape is being pushed into the minds of stallions. Does that change your stance at all?” Luna walked next to Celestia and they traded glances.

Celestia sighed and rubbed her forehead. “Please go further Luna. I will listen.”

“You will?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Luna smiled smugly at her sister and took in a deep breath. “From a dream I just witnessed, a stallion used a liquid aptly named ‘Heat in a Bottle’. Apparently the claim isn’t a simple lie and it will put mares into even stronger states of need then when it occurs naturally. In the dream, the mare in question had her drink spiked.”

Celestia paled and put a hand to her mouth. “That is disgusting. And you are certain that this exists.”

“Positive.”

“Then it must be destroyed.” She rushed into her bedroom and took off her thin red robe in order to start getting dressed. “I want names Luna so that we can hunt these bastards down and set things right.”

“No.”

Celestia stood up, her dress only halfway up her body, and turned to her sister. “What?”

“I said no. You caused this to happen and I want you to own up for it. I want you to fix it.”

Celestia grit her teeth for a moment before stepping back and taking in a deep breath. “Luna,” she searched her sister’s eyes and nodded, “I believe I have shrugged your opinions for too long on this matter. Please, let me hear you argument, and this time I will listen and consider it.

Luna stood there stunned for a few moments. She had expected her sister to yell, to dismiss her as she always had on this matter, especially with what she was proposing now. She swallowed hard and stood up tall. “You started this tradition to stop the sensitivity from heat being abused, correct?”

Celestia looked out her window to the moon that hung in the sky. “Yes. I had grown sick and tired of a well hung stallion having a mare, or mares, who clung to him simply because she became addicted to a level of pleasure that only he could bring, and only during the most vulnerable time of a mare’s life.”

Luna put a hand on Celestia’s shoulder. “And as I’ve tried to tell you in the past, those are some of the most passionate relationships I’d seen.”

“But they weren’t real!”

Luna stopped again for a few moments, to allow the air to settle. She knew this topic was more than sensitive between the two of them, but it had to change. “That is how you see it. However, back then, the only dick a mare would touch, unless she was absolutely desperate, was that of a stallion she was close to, so at the very least those relationships usually had once been friendships, if not already fueled by insecure crushes.”

Luna’s put a hand on her sister’s arm. “Now though, because you started whispering into ears to get this to stop, each mare is taught their family’s tradition as to how to resist and to look at sex only as an obstacle instead of an act of love. For mares, this is fine. They didn’t need sex, but the stallions feel they do. They want it.”

Celestia smacked her sister’s hand away. “They want it, but they do not need it, and I was hoping to hear a point, not just speculation. May I get that?”

A soft growl escaped her throat. “Gladly. The average mare, from what I’ve seen, never dreams about sex. When in heat though, there dream is filled with cocks. And not the cock of a friend or lover, but of a stranger. Of no one. This leads them to fuck anything they think they can resist until they have found love. What you,” she jabbed a finger into Celestia’s exposed chest, “have failed to consider is the used up stallion who has just been in bliss and now has to watch the cold figure that has just used him walk away. The figure that he may have cared about deeply.”

“I haven’t failed to take it into account, it simply presents no real problem Luna. If they love each other, she won’t walk away.” She jabbed a finger back at her sister. “You seem to forget that every time we talk about this.”

Luna stepped back and glared at her sister through her mane. “Fine. If there is no negative repercussion, then tell me why someone would make a drink that would rob a mare of their freedom of their bodies? Then tell me why ten upstanding and kind hearted colts take this potion? Why?”

Celestia turned away once more. “Then we have come to an agreement. The bottles must be destroyed.”

An eye twitch. The popping of knuckles and baring of teeth. That was all Luna could do before her rage got the best of her. Celestia soon found herself pressed against the window, a spell quickly sealing her movements. “Luna, what are you do–” A gasp was ripped out of her as her breasts were gripped for the first time in almost a thousand years.

Celestia started forcing the emotion down. Her large bosom had always been incredibly sensitive, but she would never admit to it. In fact, in a few moments I will only remember the act, not the pleas– Her thoughts were cut off by her nipples being twisted and Luna’s tongue running along her sister’s horn.

“Luna, if you have turned again–”

“I haven’t, but this is the only way I’ll get to those memories I need from you.” Luna hated the technique of simple denial and magical repression her sister and Twilight used. She knew how to break such techniques though, especially at short ranges. Her horn came against Celestia’s and a wave of magic flooded the solar princess.

Celestia let out a yelp of pain and shut her eyes. Opening them back up, she saw a young brown stallion above her. The sun shone bright in the sky, but it was dampened by his look of fear. “Are you okay my love? I… I did not mean to hurt you.”

The heat of the long past moment started coming back as a ball of fire that she had spent centuries repressing in her nation returned with its glorious warmth. The heat also extended to her heart as she wrapped her arms around his worried head. “I… I’m fine. It’s supposed to hurt the first time, right?”

Celestia watched in an ethereal form as Knight Shield thrusted into her again. Both of the young bodies shuddered from the contact and they had to stop again as they tried figuring out if that time was good or bad. Neither wanted to hurt the other and it brought a tear to her eye. “See Luna, this is what it should be like.”

Luna appeared in her own ethereal form, still behind Celestia and gripping her bosom. “I would continue to watch sister.”

Knight Shield continued his display, gently, awkwardly, thrusting in and out of the princess beneath him. Long, soft moans started to escape Celestia as she felt her lover more and more with each passing moment. The two were young, but their passions were high as they continued to kiss and wiggle upon the grassy field.

Youth also lacked the experience required to stay though, and soon the ethereal Celestia smirked at Knight Shield whispered, “I-I’m about to cum.”

The young Celestia gently pushed against his chest, helping to incentivise him on where to go. She let out one more long moan before her hormone drowned body couldn’t take it any longer. Her legs shut and her screams filled the air just as Knight got out of her. The older Celestia couldn’t help but place a hand over her own crotch, the memories of that first heavenly orgasm riding up and comforting her.

Knight smiled as he saw his lover finish, but winced as his throbbing member twitched in the air. Celestia came up, and the memory started to shift. She had remembered kissing him deeply, holding him there while he weakly thrust against her soft stomach. Here though, the younger form of her wrapped her fingers around his shaft and started to pull and rub with an intense vigor, quickly causing the young stallion to finish into the grass.

A small pit of worry filled Celestia. “Hug him. Please, hug him.”

She did no such thing, nor allowed a chance for such an act as Knight’s arm went to hold her instead of the other way around and caught nothing. Instead, the young princess was already pulling a light, yellow dress up her body. Th desperation in his eyes forced the older mare to turn away. “Celestia?”

She glanced back and beamed at him. “Thank you Knight. I’m happy that you were willing to help me with this problem, and I’ll keep you in mind for next year. You were very good, and very gentle.”

The sisters watched as Celestia walked away. White fingers covered their owner’s mouth. “What just happened?”

“Sex is just an obstacle. You agree to sleep with a stallion, get it over with, and leave. Many prefer this method. No emotional attachment, no care, no love. And for one year, stallions wait for their next chance to show how much they care for their special somepony. And each year they are met by this, though perhaps less drastically. So tell me Celestia, when you have to deal with this every year and hope, hope, that when you are married you can find this pleasure and happiness with the one you love more than just when biology demands it, what would you do if presented with a way to take that which no stallion may ever have. Choice. Power. The chance to be with the one you love and make them desire you just as much.”

Celestia balled her fists and went to scream at Luna. But then she saw the stallion there again. The first one she had opened up to. The first one who made her feel like a queen. The first to destroy her because time was a cruel mistress. “It… it is still wrong.”

The illusion stopped as Luna held her sister tight. “Yes. I will not say that this drug should be allowed to continue running around unchecked. However, I do ask that you consider the idea of it being regulated. A princess approved aphrodisiac may be a step in the right direction to reversing this.”

Celestia stared at her sister. “I spent a thousand years causing this. How am I supposed to simply let it go? How am i supposed to simply accept that I was wrong?”

Luna smirked. “Well, I let go of a thousand years of hate and prejudice. I bet you can too.” Celestia reached back and squeezed Luna’s rump, causing her to yelp. “Alright, get going. You have night patrols and I have some thinking to do. Sound like a deal?”

Luna snapped her fingers, retrieving her multiple intrusion spells from her sister’s libido. “Sounds perfect.”

Author's Note

Sorry if some of you got pissed at no incest warning, but with two other doing incest, I realized that I might be okay to skip it for one this light on the incest, especially since down here is the better place to put a link to a blog that will let you see how you can help make Heat in a Bottle update faster, or just do as you please with it.

Bestial Desires: Day 1

Author's Note

Content Warnings: Interracial

Bestial Desires: Day 1

Crack took in a deep breath of the midnight air. His senses were buzzing as he took in the fireflies that surrounded the cabin, the gentle gurgle of the brook beside it, and something that had always attracted him. Something far more than a scent, that only came from this one mare. Whatever this was, by the time he was done, it would be his.

He skulked in the moonlight, slowly making his way closer and closer. Most of the animals paid him no mind, knowing better than to mess with the large best. That is, until he got to Angel. He licked his lips as the morsel stood resolutely in front of him, but he knew better than to devour Fluttershy’s pet. “Get out of my way.”

The bunny tried to stay, but Crack knew it couldn’t, and the first twitch of an ear told him that. He let out a deep, low growl and his gaze narrowed as his teeth slowly became increasingly visible. As much as the small rabbit wanted to stay, wanted to protect his master, there was only so much he could do before his instincts demanded him to leave.

Crack turned the doorknob and scowled at the resistance. He could just rip it off and move on, but he knew better. It would create too much noise, and he didn’t want that. Instead, he made his way around, searching for some other entrance. A small smirk crossed his lips as an open window’s curtains flapped in the gentle breeze.

A look within showed a simple and small house, decorated with rugs, pictures, and even some cages. It also was filled to the brim with her ‘scent’. Crack slipped through the window and glanced back at the door. He scowled at it and tried to open it. Its resistance only angered him further, but he didn’t allow that to stop his mind as he searched for a more permanent solution than an open window. There must be a key around here somewhere. A glint in the moonlight tipped him off, and soon the key was slipped into the pack on his back.

Crack soon headed upstairs, sneaking up the steps, only gently applying pressure before committing to the step. This still caused one obnoxiously loud creak, but a few moments of silence and he figured he was fine. He got up to the top and at this point her ‘scent’ was simply too powerful and he felt his crotch starting to tighten. My mate is close, now I merely must find her.

The third door he tried creaked slightly, but he almost didn’t hear it as in the pale light, he finally spotted his prize. Half of her was uncovered, revealing beautiful yellow wings coming from her back. His tongue came over his maw as he could see a plentiful amount of flesh, her breasts being too large to simply hide beneath her weak, slim frame.

Crack took in a deep breath and felt his body shake as he finally figured out just what this ‘scent’ was. She held a magic that he had to have, a magic that only someone with a nose like his could pick up. A magic that caused animals to crave her attention, attention he would have always given to this kind, loving mare. He gently ran a claw through her soft, pink mane. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you my love. Not… not much at least.”

He slipped off his pack and opened the main pocket. His hand pushed away The Ponysutra that he had borrowed from Spike. As useful as it had been, the object wrapped in moss was far more important. Crack slipped away the covering and gazed at the green liquid before taking off the top. Not too much, or else you won’t contr–ugh! He grit his teeth as he poured the aphrodisiac over his hands and felt a rush of need fill him. Perfect. This… this is just how I need her to feel.

Crack cursed at himself as he realized he did not wish to waste the liquid, but that he had forgotten a very important task. Slowly, he bent over and bit into her silk blanket, his wet nose touching her soft thigh. His senses were almost overloaded as he pulled the sheet away, taking in what he now knew was her real scent; her incredible, thick, natural musk. It only made him want her more.

For one more moment, Crack looked over his prize. Her rump was larger than most mares’, and that would be better for birthing his children. Or for giving me pleasure. He started to pant as the liquid’s effects only got stronger. He knew he should act quickly, and immediately froze when his hands roughly gripped into Fluttershy’s rear, causing her whole body to jump.

Crack’s fingers worked on their own, his claws gently and slowly kneading the large rump and thighs. Her flesh yielded easily to his touch and he would have praised the gentle feel of her body if he didn’t think he had already screwed up by awakening her. No movement came from the mare though, so he allowed a little more leniency on his hands as they spread open her thighs, spreading the liquid onto her coat and skin.

He couldn’t help but nuzzle his face between her thighs, taking in the glorious scent of his mate as his cock throbbed in the air. His claws gripped into her glorious rear again and now he smelled something much more exciting. Her shared arousal. Crack’s tongue slowly left his mouth and slowly ran along her pink slit, taking in a fine line of liquid that tasted like the sweetest honeys to him. He licked his lips before growling at himself, knowing anymore and he would destroy his plan, destroy his proof of love.

Slowly his hands moved up and he lifted himself from her crotch. His own cock slid between the fine rump, his knees forcing the cheeks to wrap around his large member. It quaked slightly and he let out a small amount of precum as he ground his shaft against her lovely ass. His hands kneaded into her back, spreading the last of the liquid that had covered them. Crack still felt some of the effects, but thanked the fact that he still had control, even as he slowly raised the bottle back to his hands.

A few drops got onto Fluttershy’s back as he recoated his hands and he let out a loud growl as his balls smacked against her rear. He started allowing his hips to move more after the first thrust, to help slide against the nice, tender walls around him. His hands came around her sides, lightly brushed against the exposed part of her bosom before starting to rub and paw at the soft mounds. Crack wished he could simply grab them, coat them thoroughly, and even take some of the liquid back as he licked and nibbled on her supple tits, but knew he couldn’t, for that would surely awaken her.

Crack’s thrusts became ever more fervent as the mare’s wings started to rise and straighten in front of him. He sniffed them and bent in, remembering the chapter on preening. Slowly, his rough, coarse tongue started to lick on the sensitive bones while his hands came up and kneaded into their greatest place of stress, the base of the wing.

Now Crack was almost losing himself to the act as he nibbled on the feathers and muscles, small moans coming from the mare beneath him. His thighs were now loudly smacking against Fluttershy’s as his cock kept coming dangerously close to being shoved straight into her, instead of staying within its sleeve of flesh. He felt his chest tighten and lowered himself over all of her, his breath right in her ear as he came closer and closer to finishing, even with how improper the finish would be.

Crack’s balls started to tighten and for a moment he considered it. An alpha was always to be pleased, so they never took care of themselves, and their seed was precious. With how wonderful her rump had been, he could only imagine the bliss that thrusting straight into it would cause. She-she even is moaning. She likes this. She...No! His hips started to go even faster as he let out a loud growl. He would stay to his plan, no matter how tempting. That is what made him an Alpha and deserving of this nature’s sprite.

In one more brutal thrust, he came. The release was like the floodgates that had been building and building within him had finally burst open inside of him as a thick torrent of cum splashed over Fluttershy’s ass, wings, and back. His hands had gone rogue and gripped into her large bosom, taking in the large, cushioned bosom. He pulled away, his body still shaking from his first release in over a year. His cock twitched slightly, begging for the mare beneath him still. He knew better though. He had gotten away with much that night, and now he had to leave. Cum dripped from his large cock as he walked out, leaving spots of his seed on the smooth wood.

Fluttershy slowly brought her knees up, finally allowing herself to move. Tears immediately came, the time from her cutie mark being grabbed to the thorough abuse of her rear and the torrent of semen ingrained firmly into her mind. Her body quaked as she felt the pain in her ass and the agonizing fear of his return. The worst of it though was the shame. Shame that filled her whole being as as a single finger slid down her body and touched her sopping wet crotch, causing her to coo in pleasure.