A thick plume of steam billowed up from a pot of boiling potatoes as Roseluck lifted the heat-resistant lid with her teeth, setting it down on the counter to her left, which held an assortment of common kitchen spices and salt in glass containers.

The florist had worked hard to master basic cooking after living a life of dependence on her boss and friend, Daisy, to keep herself fed. Now living with a human stallion whose idea of dinner involved cardboard boxes, all manner of modern processing, preservatives, and the absolute horror of fast-food restaurants — the poor mare had fainted when Lyra described the concept of them to her — Roseluck knew she’d be called upon to help feed her stallion in the far-less industrialized land of Equestria.

She liked to think she was bringing a savage to dignity. A handsome savage with great abs, nice flanks, sweet disposition, and great bedroom technique, but a savage nonetheless.

Dressed in an old-fashioned frilly white apron decorated with horseshoes and wearing a necklace of pearls over off-white fur-tight silk lingerie, the pony cook, armed with a long two-pronged fork in one hoof and leaning slightly on the elevated stovetop with the other, gave one of the potatoes a poke. It gave easily. About done! Roseluck smiled, nickering contently. After repeating the check on the broccoli boiling on a nearby embedded electric coil burner, she felt confident enough to turn off the heat and get her prepared ingredients ready to finish up before Richard got home after his late-shift from the airport.

Satisfied with her work, Roseluck wiped her brow, dropping down to the off-white tiled kitchen floor with a loud clop to peer inside the oven window. A small prepared chicken, perfect for the two of them, cooked up brown and appetizing, marinating in its juices. The mare gave a gentle “mmm!” licking her lips. If humanity had taught her one thing, it was that eggs weren’t the only part of the chicken worth eating — though her adopted son’s endorsement of roast chicken was certainly a great help.

It didn’t stop her from fainting when Storm brought up the flying boar he’d eaten with Godmother Linky that the Caleponian had personally killed with her crossbow while hunting in Ten-neigh-see on vacation. There is such a thing as being too open-minded! Roseluck thought, pouring a mixture of milk, butter and salt over the mashed and steaming spuds. Within seconds, she’d whipped them up into a large but fluffy mass.

Having finished dinner and prepared the table with time to spare, Roseluck ran back up to her room and grabbed a small vial from under the mattress pad and box springs of her Princess-sized bed, popped the cork with a nefarious grin and took a drink, draining it quickly. The instructions Zecora had given her, in rhyme of course — “have a full meal after the dose, you should know. That will enable the milk to best flow!” — warned her to make sure she’d eaten well for it to work. Got that covered! she thought to herself. Her stiff, aroused nipples, exposed through two strategically-placed holes in her dress, beginning to tingle inside and out as the fabric surrounding her teats slowly began to expand. Enjoy your dessert, Richard!

The sound of the front door opening downstairs announced Richard’s arrival. “Man, that smells good!” The human looked around the room for his wife, finally spotting her at the top of the staircase. “You’re certainly dressed up for a quiet uneventful evening. Our boy hanging out with Calluna again?”

“Mhmmm…” Roseluck descended the staircase deliberately, eyes hooded as she swayed her hips and tail with practiced technique honed by years of stallion-chasing, her teats swinging gently below, adding to the spectacle of equine physical harmony. “So I thought we’d enjoy a quiet night to ourselves. Maybe even catch up with our new friend, Terra?”

“I like the way you think!” The ex-gentleman pressed his comparatively thin lips against his wife’s, running both hands through the soft, short fur of her long neck, making her moan with approval. “Honey, it smells delicious! We’re going to be having some serious leftovers though. Looks like you cooked enough for four.” Removing his jacket and shoes, as usual, Richard reached behind him to hang the jacket on a nearby coat rack.

Roseluck smiled innocently, turning away from her lover towards the table, giving her teats a flirtatious shake, her eyes hooded. “I hope you don’t mind if I’m… eating for two!” The two glands had already swelled noticeably to Richard’s eyes and felt far fuller to Roseluck as well.

Dropping the jacket a clear two feet away from the intended target, Richard’s eyes widened and he felt a familiar tightness in his trousers as he noticed the ‘alterations’ to Roseluck’s 1950’s nostalgia wear. “You — you weren’t joking about feeding me!” Richard drew the mare into a long, sloppy kiss, kneading her powerful earth pony barrel as their tongues dueled fiercely.

This is working a little too well! Roseluck mused, making the painful decision to shut him down in the short term. Good things come (inside me) to those who wait! “Mmm!” Roseluck drew back from him, putting her hoof against his pouting lips. “Honey, your food is going to get cold! You need to eat your brussel sprouts before you can have dessert.”

Heart pounding from their sudden and unexpected moment of passion, he willed himself to think about eating dinner instead of his pony wife. “But you didn’t make brussel sprouts! Real shame too. They’re actually pretty amazing if you cook them with garlic and butter with just a smidge of olive oil...”

“You know what I meant, silly!” Roseluck stole a quick kiss before taking a seat at the table. “It is kind of surprising that you’d know a recipe like that. I’ve seen what you kept in that icebox of yours back in Manehatten. Not exactly The Cart House level of fine dining.”

Richard ran a large hand through his buzzcut blonde hair, grinning sheepishly. “Well, it’s not mine, actually. It’s one of my mother’s. I guess I did get a bit lazy about cooking when I got older. The broccoli will do fine,” he promised, sitting down at the table and letting Roseluck serve him.

As they ate, the two discussed Lily and Goldie’s potential strategy for approaching a discussion about sex with Calluna, and Rose proposed maybe bringing in Godmother Linky to give advice. Though slightly grimacing at the thought, Richard conceded it might be best for the often blunt-spoken mare to give some direct advice from the pair that everypony else seemed too embarrassed to offer.

Satisfied they had a plan, their thoughts turned back to more romantic notions. Far from forgetting Richard’s initial reaction to her attire, Roseluck had allowed her tail to flag freely throughout the meal, displaying herself whenever she went back to the kitchen, reassuring her stallion he wouldn’t have long to wait. Making good on her promise to eat for two, Roseluck downed a full plate of roast chicken, mashed potatoes with butter, salt, and pepper. By the end of the meal, as she got up to clear the table, she could feel her teats begin to firm with warm, fresh milk.

Richard raised a hand, knowing well enough that his increasingly traditional marewife was going to push him out of housework unless he intervened. “I’ll get the dishes, honey. Really, it’s the least I can do…”

“You’re so sweet, Richard! I know you feel like you’re taking advantage, but really, you do work a lot more hours than I do these days. How about you do the washing and I’ll dry them?”

“God, you’re wonderful…”

Roseluck blushed even as her eyes went hooded again. “I know, Richard, I know… but I never tire of hearing it!”

The two had just taken up station in front of the sink and made it through the first three dishes when Roseluck’s cell phone rang — an obnoxiously chipper series of beeping sounds the salesman told her were a throwback to the early 2000’s ringtones before people resorted to purchased movie clips and pop songs off the internet. Given the separate human and pony internets hadn’t been linked yet, much less any digital copyright agreements drafted, it would have to do.

“Oh, here she goes again…” Richard smiled, shaking his head knowingly.

“I don’t know how Linky deals with it…” Roseluck opened her phone to an image of Prince Blueblood, his face transformed into that of a grinning cartoon frogman’s, complete with blonde mane and unicorn horn. A crudely drawn crying face meme — Twinkleshine called him ‘feelsbadman’ in previous conversations — was photoshopped over the face of a nearby human holding a protest sign, tears streaming down his face, with a huge, flashy Gentleman For Mares sign in the background.

“Still not tired of winning. Go get ‘em, Blueblood!” Roseluck read Twinkleshine’s message aloud, showing the strange image to Richard, before visiting the imbedded ponynet link to a story on Prince Blueblood delivering a stinging rebuke to HERD protesters, drawing a comparison between them and “their immature, unemployed liberal art major counterparts back on earth who never got their cutie marks either.”

“Savage…” Richard cringed after his wife had finished read the story to him. “The only thing he forgot to add was asking HERD if ‘they even lifted’. He’s got a point though. I guess some people never do discover who they really are. It’s a sick gift of the digital age that many of my people will never be required to learn.”

“Because they don’t have to actually go out and do it, right?” Roseluck replied as she composed a response to her friend. “I’m not convinced this won’t happen here too. It’s amazing how much Twinkleshine’s changed since ponynet. She already has a job that doesn’t require her to leave her arcane studies lab except for the occasional transport to Canterlot to pick up more reagents. If she didn’t have Linky around to wargame with, she’d probably never leave! I can’t even understand a lot of the slang she uses anymore…”

“Never do I, to be honest.” Richard placed a large pot in the dish rack over the top of their glasses and plates before Rose returned to kitchen duty. “I haven’t used the internet in years and have no idea when a religion was formed around the concept of memes becoming real or how any of this is connected with frog people. The last thing I remember was everyone sharing pictures of cats with silly messages typed out in impact font. Kek sounds vaguely familiar though. Where have I heard that word before?”

“No tellin’ honey.” Roseluck buffed the large pot to a shine before putting it back in its proper place. “But from what ponies tell me about owning cats, I’m happy to never keep one of those creepy, unnatural predators in my house!”

“Hey! Cats are awesome. They’re a family tragedy waiting to happen when they die though, like all pets.” Richard sighed. “I never did get used to saying goodbye to an old friend…”

Rose hugged her husband around the stomach. “Sweetie, you’re making me down!” She gave a swat on the rear with her tail. “Now I’m going to have to bring you back up!”

“Or send us both to hell!” Richard plopped the dish that carried the chicken down on the rack, and pulled the plug on the drain, having finished with the dishes. “Not that I’m complaining. All my friends are going to be there! But will our friend, Terra, be able to outdo herself this episode?”

“Let’s find out! Onward!” The pair raced for the couch, Roseluck vaulting clear over it to reach the DVD player. Opening the glass case with one hoof while catching the jewel case in her teeth, Richard turned the TV one with the remote and opened the tray which Roseluck proceeded to load with the disc. The entire process took less than five seconds, the Movie Night ritual being a well-rehearsed art in the Rose/Eckhart Household.

Their work completed, Richard assumed his usual place back against the back of the couch while Rose laid back against him, the human’s hands quickly finding her belly, all the softer for being covered with silk. Freeing up one of his hands to grab the remote of the headrest, he gave the tip of her ear a quick nip and brought up the second chapter from the main menu. The image inside the tiny box displaying the porno pony’s form laid back on her bed inside what appeared to be a college dorm room. “I think I know where this is going…”

The sound of running water from a nearby shower dominated the otherwise silent room. The camera panned across the room, revealing several posters of famous musicians, rappers and R&B singers, and a pennant displaying the fictional college’s colors.

“Ugh… How people can listen to anything but 90’s Hip-Hop and R&B I’ll never understand. All these rap and R&B guys talk about now is women with big butts,” Richard griped. “Hell, they even got a woman with a big butt to rap about all the guys she’s had sex with and sounds like she’s on helium. That’s equality, I suppose...”

Roseluck brought a hoof to her chin. “You know that actually sounds kind of awesome! I can imagine doing something like that myself. How about it, Richard? You think I got what it takes to be a star?”

“You certainly do, Sweetie! But I appreciate it that you don’t.” Richard gave one of her wife’s see-through, silken-clad teats a pinch; who whinnied, squirting a small stream of milk onto the cushion below.

“I-I wasn’t ready for that to happen! Be careful, Richard; they’re full and very sensitive!” Roseluck’s marehood winked wetly and audibly and she shivered in her lover’s arms.

“Sorry, sweetie. I’ll be careful…” he took to rubbing them more gently as they watched.

On the single bed in the room, Terra Foliata had one of the newer Equestrian manufactured cellphones in her hoof and against her pierced and studded ear. Reaching between her legs with the other, she began pawing at her tender pink lips as she spoke to the person on the other end, “Biggie, we need you over here! Our mutual friend says she’s interested in taking things further. She’s showering up right now... “

Momentary silence as the voice on the other end spoke. The camera switched to overhead, giving the viewers a good look at her trademarked silver crucifix and Celestia-sized teats, as well as her equine-themed bed cover. — “Once a pony, always a pony!” Roseluck interjected — Terra gave a laugh at something the other person said, “You know that’s wrong! I’m expecting a little something from you too, Biggie.” The mare rolled her eyes now, clearly getting fed up with this person’s chatter. “Listen, Broseph; just roll you and your big ol’ wiener out here so we can show my sister a good time! I’m sure you’ll have no problem handling it.”

Apparently pleased, by his reaction, Terra smiled. “That’s the spirit! You don’t need to be all nervous alla sudden. See you in ten minutes, Biggus Dickus. A’ight… Later.”

“Biggus Dickus…” Roseluck giggled into her hoof.

Richard paused the video. “Omnipotent warrior of Rome! Perhaps me and the dude she’s talking to are related, eh Rose?”

Roseluck eeped, covering her mouth. “Oh, dear! That would make me Incontinentia Buttocks, wouldn’t it?”

“Only if I gave it to you every day,” Richard replied huskily, cupping his hand around one of her soft and firm furry cheeks, giving it a squeeze.

Roseluck nickered contently as she snuggled up against her husband. “If only some mares could be so lucky! Richard can you…”

“I will later. And upstairs this time! No more wrecking our couch... Alright, I’m hitting play now — curious to see if this is what I think it is.”

Behind the closed door, the sound of running water stopped. The camera lovingly focusing in on Terra’s moist slit, her silver clit ring shining brightly off the studio lighting as she ground a moist hoof into it. “We are so getting fucked tonight!” the impatient mare shouted rapturously as she dug herself in deeper, whimpering audibly.

“He said yes!?” The feminine voice came back from behind the door. “But why are you starting already?”

Terra stopped grinding momentarily, lifting her neck off the pair of goose down pillows supporting her. “Because he’s having you first, filly! I’m taking the edge off now so I can enjoy the show.” She took another stab at her rather large button with the soft part of her hoof, sending a shiver down all four legs.

“In that case… let me give you a bit of a helping hoof…” The voice came back, playful and haughty from behind her wooden barricade. The knob on the door began to turn, slowly, the camera now pointing near the lower half of the door as steam emerged from the opening in the doorway…

Richard spotted them both first and they emerged from the misty bathroom. “Holy shit, those are boobs! Jeez, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen those… no offense, dear,” he quickly added, his hand involuntarily going to her swollen teats again.

“None taken, Richie.” Roseluck cooed softly as he kissed her behind the ear. “Can only hope they feel as good as these!”

Darker than the rest of her bronze-colored skin, and parting the white towel she wore like two dunes rising out of a sandy shoreline, the camera lingered on the raven-haired woman’s ample bosom; the supple mounds cutting a deep valley from which the remaining water from her shower had run down, leaving only a few remaining drops like puddles in a dry riverbed. Her green eyes looked down upon her equine lover from an imposing height as she approached the threshold of the bed, finally allowing the towel to fall off her back as she kneeled down on the mattress.

Terra shimmied her head down of her pillowy loft, lifting all four legs straight into the air, offering her moist one to her girlfriend, who accepted with a kiss. “Don’t wear yourself out too much, Ameena! You’re going to need all your strength for Biggie. He’s shy, but once he gets going… he doesn't mess around!”

Ameena wagged a disapproving finger at her equine friend before joining her on the bed. “You make him sound like a machine instead of the adorable boy he is. All of this talking about his big cock is only making him worry more about hurting me.” The tall woman smoothed Terra’s soft belly fur with both hands while straddling the mare on kneeled legs. “So here’s the deal, little pony: You gently coax our skittish friend into bed with us and I’ll continue to let you eat whipped cream off my…”

A knock at the door cut into the conversation. “Damn! he’s more eager than I thought! He must have run all the way here from the quad. Surprised he didn’t trip over that fifth leg of his, Ami!”

Ameena’s eye narrowed, waggling her finger once more before booping her lover on the nose with it — the latter scrunching her nose.

“Pffff-ff-ff-fff! Sorry, Ami. Fuck! Just trying to help him not be such a pussy-whipped beta male.”

Roseluck’s ears splayed back at the harsh language. “How is it I can’t understand a word of that and I know it’s terrible?”

Richard chuckled and scratched his wife’s ear. “Now that I can translate for you. She’s saying her friend with the large dick is being passive and worshipping Ameena as a goddess instead of seeing her as an equal. She has a good point. Interspecies relationships are fun, but pedestalizing your partner is unhealthy. Besides, he has a big dick. That should be enough for any woman or pony, at least for the sake of porn.”

Roseluck nickered gently at the scratching. “A big dick certainly never hurt! Point taken. Now let’s see what Biggus ends up doing to this human mare. I’m…” Roseluck looked up at the paused screen, eyes catching the human’s large teats. “...I’m curious how I’ll feel about that.”

“You and me both!” He clicked the remote and the movie resumed playing.

“Remember our deal! If you want these wares, you need to meet my price!” The haughty bedouin hefted one of her large, very erect breasts mere inches from Terra’s muzzle before turning to face the door. “Big Bit, if that’s you, dear, come on in — Oh!”

Below her, Terra grabbed Ameena around the middle, pulling her down and attacked with muzzle and tongue, lapping the drips of water from between her earth-colored mounds — her teats stiffening as a red-mohawked, tan-coated stallion walked through the door.

“Terra? Ameena? You’re… ohgodIcanwaitbye!” The huge earth pony’s voice cracked as he backed out the way he’d come, Terra’s laughter ringing out behind him. Kis’ yabla’ak! she cursed teasingly, telling her friend to get swallowed by a vagina in idiomatic arabic, pushing the laughing mare back onto the mattress.

“Hell, I can think of worse ways to die!” Terra replied, still laughing on her back as Ameena walked to the door to let the anxious — and very aroused — stallion in, ignoring the fact she was still naked.

“It’s huge! Richard! He’d even give Saddle Arabians a run! And now he's going to murder that fragile-looking thing! Even I’d have trouble taking it, but her? She couldn’t pull a cart to save her life!” Rose bit her hoof nervously as she considered the human woman’s frailty.

“Going to be a very physical docking procedure to be sure.” Richard concurred, ignoring Roseluck’s adorably innocent Equestrian racism, face radiating with an inexplicable shame. He’d seen many a stallion erect before, even watched them rut a mare while sharing with one, but felt a heady rush at the thought of seeing one of his own kind getting tucked in.

The camera panned in on the length of Biggie’s other ‘biggie’, fully erect and extending fourteen inches across his round, muscular belly, tipped by a proportionately massive flared head, his oversized equipment only accented further by a cutie mark of a stainless-steel drill bit biting into a piece of lumber. “Biggie, I’m so sorry! Please come in. Terra is being ridiculous tonight. Unless… you’re not ready to do this?”

“He looks ready to me!” Terra proclaimed lustfully, hungrily taking in the sight of the excited stallion.

Big Bit looked around the room nervously for a moment. Terra poked her tongue out at him and licked her lips. The woman smiled and kissed his muzzle, resting her hands on his withers. “Ameena… y-you are so willing! How can this be?” he asked nervously, excited yet anxious, his rigid shaft twitching beneath his belly.

“Like I’ve told you before, Biggie, humans aren’t all against the idea of sharing a man. Particularly such a virile stud such as yourself! I want the three of us to finally make this official. But I want you to be as comfortable with this as the two of us.” Ameena gestured towards Terra. “So it’s up to you on how you want to proceed.”

“If I might suggest…” Terra raised a hoof as if asking permission in class. “Since you’ve never made love to a human, you might let me give you some direction? As much as I want to see you rut her into a sweaty, quivering, moaning mess of undulating sexiness immediately, she’s going to want to you take your time so she can get used to your size and really enjoy herself! Also, you’d be surprised just what we can do with our hooves alone!” Ameena nodded in agreement, smiling.

The stallion seemed to take heart immediately, his countenance uplifting at once along with the equine cock beneath his belly. “Well… sure! That is if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all!” Ameena jumped up onto the bed and laid back where Terra had been, head back against the pillow, her legs spread wide. Terra claimed the high ground at the foot of the bed, looking down on the welcoming sight. With some prompting by Terra, somewhat exasperated with his lingering shyness, she directed Big Bit to climb halfway onto the bed with his forehooves, his fifth leg brushing the sheets, to get a better look. His eyes gazing directly upon deep cleavage.

Deciding the best course of instruction was just to do it, Terra gently gripped and tugged at one of Ameena’s nipples with her hoof, causing the latter’s breath to seize. “Very sensitive, they are. And Ameena loves how they rub against the inside of the hoof.” She explained with a haughty smirk.

She alternated between breasts, gripping them softly in her suction and releasing them with a gentle jiggle, stopping only to knead their mass now and again, eliciting, even more, moans from Ameena. “And that’s not all she likes…” Terra took one of her friend’s large human breasts into her mouth, working her tongue hard on the sensitive bumpy edge of the great squishy mound; Ameena’s right hand drifted southward to her gently weeping entrance as the sound of her startled gasps and labored breaths filled the room.

“So that’s why you always lay behind me! You’re trying to keep me from getting any ideas, no doubt!” Roseluck teased. “Your nipples are mine from this day forward!”

“Not if I get yours first!” His wife gave a playful scream as he gave one of her sensitive teats a squeeze, letting loose a stream of hot milk into the much-abused couch cushions.

“You can’t go one video with me without ruining the couch, can you? Such a messy hunter, you are!” Roseluck teased, her tail beginning to flag wildly across Richard’s chest.

“We can’t break tradition now can we?” Richard gave the ear another nibble. “Little pony?”

A rivulet of honey began to trickle down Roseluck’s thighs.

The camera panned in on Big Bit’s fully erect mare-driller, precum forming at the tip, eager to join in, but he held back.

“Let’s not forget how good pony fur feels on her supple, bronze skin, my well-endowed friend!” Terra oozed seductively, placing her muzzle between her supple mounds while Ameena squeezed them together, reveling in the friction between fur and flesh. All the while Terra continued to lick the bottom of the deep gorge, breathing in her earthy human scent, a sweet and spicy smell so loved by ponies since man and mare first made love, wafted up her nose, goading her onward.

Emerging from her erotic trap, Terra flattened out against the sheets, the human lifting her legs and resting them on the mare’s back in one well-orchestrated flourish. Sparing a moment to kiss her lover deeply, Terra turned her attention to the slickened, pink entrance, shaved completely clean. “Watch and learn, kohai. You will be seeing this material again, so I suggest you take detailed notes on pleasuring a gal. I’ll be grading you on your performance later!” she warned, causing Big Bit to gulp even as he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the display.

Not bothering to wait for a reply, Terra went to work, licking the precum from Ameena’s dark, brown lips with the tip of her tongue ring. “You should probably get a ring like mine too, Biggie. Works better than you might think!”

“Yes ma’am!” the stallion replied automatically, his attention drawn to the face of his girlfriend who was turned to look at him, smiling blissfully, running her long, thin fingers across his neck and muzzle.

Bracing her legs with her two freakishly flexible equine forehooves, Terra plunged her tongue in deep, the churning walls nipping at her slippery member in a vain attempt to trap it inside. A long, piercing cry from Ameena, told the mare she was on the right track. Wishing she had fingers, the earth pony withdrew, adjusted her lover’s legs to a more agreeable position and dove back in, repeatedly striking at her most vulnerable point, filling the room with her human lover’s song.

Hesitating slightly, Big Bit leaned in, reaching over and grasping one of Terra’s breasts as Terra had shown him. The look on her face telling him he’d aced his first test.

“Terra…” Ameena gasped between moans. “I love you. I love you both!”

“I love you too, Ameena. The two kissed long and hard as Terra continued to work on her womanhood, gently massaging her lover’s rump with the hoof trick she’d used earlier.

“I get the feeling those three are an item,” Richard said knowingly. “Ya don’t hear ‘I love you’ in too many pornos.”

“I hope they’re as happy as us!” Roseluck replied, nickering softly.

After a low-angled shot of Terra’s winking marehood and cutie mark looming up above, Ameena came with a force rivaling an Equestrian mare, her orgasm muffled by her stallion lover. With a parting lick to Ameena’s hardened pearl, she licked her lips and jumped off the bed. “Getting started on her early, eh? That’s the kind of initiative I like to see!” She looked to up to see her two friends nuzzling.

“Thank you, Terra. I’ll keep all of that in mind for next time.” Big Bit looked away for a moment.

“Yes, Biggie? You look like you have something on your mind. What is it?” Ameena replied, stroking the fur on his neck.

“Well, I’ve always really thought you have a nice… neck. Like… I know it’s not really normal for humans but…”

“Say no more, Biggie! I’m quite flattered, really! I’m still amazed a handsome stallion like yourself can find something to appreciate in a human. I mean, I must look like I came down from a flying saucer to most stallions.”

Biggie joined Ameena on top of the bed, giving the side of her neck a lick. “You came from the human heaven, Ameena. You’re an angel.”

“Sappy but serviceable. Not bad Biggie. Not bad.” Terra sank down into a pony-length bean bag chair next to a flat-screen TV attached to the wall and gaming console.

“You’re not bad yourself, Earth Child!” Big Bit replied winking. “I forget you’re even a pony sometimes.”

“I run this shit. What can I say?” Terra gave an equine shrug, perfectly at home with human slang and curse words. “But you talk too much you big dick sumbitch. Weren’t you about to put on a show for me?”

“Oh my God, Terra…” Richard arched his head back and laughed. “What the hell is wrong with you? I swear I went to High School with this person and I’m fairly certain he was a guy.”

“Oh, I don’t know…” Roseluck replied, somewhat defensively. “I mean, sure she sounds… rather exotic, but she knows what she likes. You know we mares aren’t shy about our love interests. You know, besides you-know-who…”

“The horror!” Richard replied on cue.

Ameena scowled at the mare, her wagging finger at the ready. “I told you!” What she told Terra went unsaid as Big Bit began to lick her neck in earnest between pressing his thick, equine lips against her neck. Her moans told him, she didn’t mind the pony style of foreplay at all, arching her head to bare more of her neck’s expanse.

‘You’re so sweet, Biggie.” Ameena looked up at the stallion towering over her after he finished. ‘So… how do you want to, um...”

“If he goes in pony style, you’re going to regret it, trust me.” Terra chimed in. It’s possible, but he’s still going to be going in blind and his dick ain’t gonna do him any favors.” Terra rubbed her chin. “Hey Biggie, roll over on your back and let her climb aboard.”

“Good thinking, Terra! Big Bit smiled, showing large, flat teeth.

“You can thank me after you two are done. This should be quite a show!” Terra took the position at the side of the bed where Biggie had been, watching the two get into position — Biggie laying on his back with all fours in the air, Ameena straddling his belly with her legs, crouched over him. His erect phallus rubbed up against her back as she positioned herself; she could barely get her hand around the trunk-like shaft.

“You’re absolutely sure you can… fit?” Big Bit asked, clearly not entirely over his jitters.

“Trust me, Biggie. I’m not as fragile as I look!” She reached down and brought one of his forehooves to her lips, kissing it in the royal fashion. She pressed down gently, the head slowly piercing her entrance. Once or twice she pulled back up, wondering if he wasn’t right about being too large. Waving off any further protests, she repositioned and, looking into his bright yellow eyes, took a deep breath and thrust herself down. Her eyes widened in shock when she not only took the head but a few inches of shaft as well, her walls exploding with pleasure.

“I can’t believe it!” The stallion gaped at her as if she’d flown under her own power. “You’re so…” he couldn’t finish the sentence as his hips began to involuntarily thrust upwards.

“Anything for you, Biggie.” Ameena climbed off of him, a good deal of honey spilling out of her widened entrance and down her lover’s shaft. She repositioned again, easily taking the head this time. With a smile and a wink, she thrust herself down fully this time, taking him down all the way to the medial ridge — the pain of pleasure tearing through her body and piercing the room with a rapturous cry. She went silent, her head bowed as if in meditation for nearly twenty seconds.

“Oh. My. God! Biggie, you sent her to paradise. Way to go, buddy!” Terra laughed maniacally.

The laughter seemed to pull Ameena back from eternity and her eyes refocused. And then she grinned… evilly. Slowly, she lifted herself slowly, slowly upwards on shaky legs before plunging herself down onto him again and again, taking just a bit more of his shaft each time to a watching Terra’s delight and amazement; each thrust driving the pair of them closer and closer to climax. With one final push, Biggie could take no more, all but roaring as he bucked his hips a final time and emptied himself up and into his new beloved, which in turn caused her to orgasm a second time as her insides were flooded with massive amounts of hot and creamy equine seed. The mixture of his fluids and her own coated the most lucky fellow’s apples in a thick glaze.

“Whew! For a second there I thought she was dead…” Roseluck stared dumbly at the screen, the movie still playing as Terra came along to clean things up with her tongue. Incredibly, Biggie was back up within seconds and ready for another round.

“File under ‘don’t try this at home, ladies’.” Richard opined, the scene playing itself out. “If she doesn’t have a stallion boyfriend, I hope to God she finds one. Not too many guys are going to be able to compete with that and for as loose as that must have made her, not many guys’ll be able to satisfy her now!”

“Well, Richard… I know of only one guy who can satisfy me and a darn good place he can start,” Roseluck purred.

“And I don’t need Terra’s help to tell me how to do it!” Richard replied in like kind. “Looks like mare milk is back on my menu!”

“Not if I get my own snack first!” Standing up to execute a tactical 90-degree turn, Roseluck dipped her head down below her belly and took Richard’s length in her mouth, gently sucking his tip clean as he helped himself to Roseluck’s homemade recipe — her ample teats gushing into his mouth with the slightest prod of his nimble digits.

The couch was not spared the milky tide as Richard battled futilely against the flood, drinking down all he could but her potion-charged teats outpacing him. Above him, the warmth of Roseluck’s impending orgasm crept steadily southward from her belly, causing her to entrance to wink audibly. He knew she was desperately close, but his trembling loins betrayed his own vulnerabilities to Roseluck well-practiced tongue.

Her pace quickened, the thrill of being milked was almost too much to stand. Light-headed and feeling the rush of heat and pleasure build up behind her entrance, she made a final, desperate push for victory over the mare hunter, darting her tongue quickly up and down along his entire length.

Rose’s nipple popped out of Richard’s mouth at the final moment before succumbing to Roseluck’s exquisite technique, filling her mouth almost completely. Remembering to lift her head before swallowing, she gave a victorious cry, announcing her triumph over her predator.

Conceding defeat but unwilling to leave a good deed unrewarded, he formed a spear with his fingers and plunged them into her depths, the rush of marecum breaking through with inhuman, primal force.

The two said nothing while they both recovered for nearly five minutes, their bodies entwined on the milk-soaked sofa; only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard throughout the darkened room. Finally, Roseluck spoke. “Richard…”

“Yes, dear?”

Roseluck smiled, giving her teats a little shake. “You want to save the… leftovers?”

Richard laughed aloud, rubbing his hands together. “Well, I do get thirsty working in the hangar! I’ll get the bottles…”

Author's Note

Been awhile, has it not?

Thanks to Firesight for editing with his usual promptness and Silentwoodfire for pre-reading and badgering me to get my lazy ass in gear to start writing again.

5/23/2018 Grammarly edit pass complete. As an aside... I don't like this chapter at all. What the fuck was I doing? Goddamn, this chapter is weird. I'll have to come back to it later though. Lots on my plate between TSoP, AGP, and FRI.