My Best Friend, Stella

by Flammenwerfer

Bonus 1. [Clop] A Day to Remember

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Author's Note

This took a lot longer than I wanted it to. For that I apologize lol.

Do I even need to preface what's in this chapter? Y'all already know what's... coming. I just hope it was worth the wait. Enjoy, y'all, and by all means, comment below your thoughts. Definitely wanna hear what people have to say.


Bonus 1. [Clop] A Day to Remember

Neither of them wanted to go too terribly far away. At least, not yet.

Schiavona really, truly wanted to send the two of them abroad to some lavish castle in Anglomaneia where they could get away with some equally-lavish activities to boot. They understood that mom—with dad happy to support whatever she proposed—just wanted to spoil the newest couple within their family to the best of their ability. In truth, it was neither Fredrick’s nor Stella’s styles, and they wanted to travel on their own time… further amplified by the fact that Stella in no way would allow her parents to spend that much money on them, let alone her.

Fredrick had the fortune to be a fly in the room for that conversation before the wedding. He and Sveta just had some drinks on the porch while he was certain that somepony was gonna die inside the house that night. Sveta tipsily, jokingly offered her hand in case Stella was fatally stabbed by Schiavona, to many giggles amongst the two of them.

No one could ever take his dark angel’s place.

But… perhaps in another universe?

After much ‘debate’ and ‘well-reasoned words’ that were shared between Stella and her parents, compromise was finally agreed upon. The two would have the finest guesthouse that the lusher, mountainous city of Whitetail had to offer for a whole three weeks, along with the ability to travel anywhere within Equestria with a prepaid, unlimited-use train ticket, valid for that set period of time.

That way, the two wouldn’t be ‘based’ too far away, but had the ability to travel to all the lesser-walked areas of Equestria, and see some of the sights that the two had only heard of in books or by hearsay. Even so, the city of Whitetail being right in the middle of the Whitetail Woods was a majesty in its own right, which landed the two of them their own comfy outpost high upon the lush mountainside. All brought together by the temperate weather and the rather consistently scheduled rainfall, the two had all the scenery that they could ever want.

Even if there was a whole nation to explore. They had time.

Regardless, those were plans for the future. What was much more important, was the ‘now.’

Midday was at its apex by the time the newlyweds were stirring. It was… a long day, yesterday, though both would lament that it certainly wasn’t the good kind. It consisted of getting their shit together, ensuring they caught the train, and being confined to a pair of passenger seats for most of the best hours of the day. By the time the two had managed to even check into and be escorted to the ‘Outpost Over the World,’ they barely had enough energy to take in the sights, let alone settle into their more… baser instincts.

Once dinnertime had rolled around, they were fast asleep in each other’s arms… where they found themselves still!

Though, currently, they were by no means asleep.

The heavy rain blanketed the sea of green just outside their wall-sized window… a window that led to the wooden balcony if one wanted a further look at the grand, lush Whitetail Valley below. As hard as the rain was pouring in a torrent from the sky, it was in no way as hard as Stella bore down on Fredrick the moment the two arose from their deep slumber a mere thirty minutes ago.

That early bedtime and accompanying slumber did wonders for replenishing their energy stocks.

Perhaps Stella and the rain had more in common today than one might suppose. The sheer force in which she fell upon Fredrick was certainly enough to eclipse the cascade just outside. But, she—like the rain—blanketed him with a gentle elegance that Fredrick could only appreciate from the deepest pits of his heart.

And the deepest, throbbing veins of his dick.

Indeed, any fog of mental fatigue that remained from the previous day was casually wafted away when Stella rolled on top of him… and greeted him into the waking world with her soft, familiar lips on his. His residual sleepiness was easily dealt with as her lips embraced his in a confidence, yet gentleness that just made his heart race laps. Even as Fredrick let his eyes fall shut anew at the sensation, he had no intention of drifting off.

He was physically incapable of doing so.

And even more than that, as their soft make-out had continued in earnest, further spurred on by Stella’s soft thumb caressing his left cheek… Fredrick also found himself barely able to resist the temptation to lay his eyes on the mare above him.

His mare.

His wife.

After several sessions of kisses that ended, only to be set alight anew after the collection of some breath, Fredrick gave in to further temptations. Their final kiss broke with the tiniest echo of a ‘smack,’ and their mouths hung suspended mere millimeters away. Fredrick let his eyes—blurry from the lack of use—finally open, and gaze upon the one who had placed her weight upon him.

Both physically, and in his heart… in all the best ways.

It certainly helped that she was completely nude. Both of them were. But his eyes dare not wander lower to more charted, well-traveled curves of Stella’s body: Fred was completely fixated with those golden pools above him. Those predatory, elongated pupils of hers never failed to hypnotize him… and perhaps even more-so now than ever, as Fredrick fell astray in the beauty of her face.

His dopey smile threatened to tear muscles in his cheeks. His blush would probably be permanent at this point. But it was all worth it to see Stella smile so warmly down at him… for her to feel compelled to just run her fingers through his rather unkempt bed-hair.

And to finally avert her gaze behind some of her mane, as her own blushing directly competed with the pride of her external self-image. Red-hued cheeks truly looked wonderful in contrast with her gray coat and skin.

She finally spoke up in a voice of ‘wounded’ pride:

“I fuckin’ hate you, mate…”

Fredrick giggled.

“Do you now?” he asked. “That’s why you totally started this whole thing the moment you woke up… and pulled me from my own blissful slumber so we could have a steamy, naked make-out session in the middle of the day?”

“Oh fuuuuuck you, cunt.”

Fredrick cocked an eyebrow, and eagerly took the opportunity to pounce on those words with the sultriest of smiles:

“I’m starting to think that was your plan all along, babe~.”

Stella bobbed her head in faux consideration.

“True… aye you know me, mate. I’d never turn down a nice little napping sesh from you, ever. Buuuut, maybe I’m fuckin’ eager. Ever think of that?” she asked.

She planted a soft kiss on his collar bone, and Fredrick damn-near shuttered his eyes as she began working her lips up his neck in a rather familiar trail. A trail that was probably highlighted permanently on his skin by now. She knew his weaknesses well by this point, as he did hers… to the benefit and detriment of both of them.

God he loved this mare so much.

He waited with bated breath as she stopped halfway up. He could feel her smile against his skin as she started prattling on:

“Maybe… ever since I walked down that aisle, I wanted tae fuckin’ tear that suit off’a ya. Maybe durin’ the afterparty, I wanted tae whisk ye away tae somewhere private and fuck yer brains out… did ye ever think of that, love? Maybe… I just wanna feel yer hands aaaaall over me because I miss ‘em.”

Her kissing promptly continued upward in earnest. After lavishing his earlobe with a lone lick as was custom since they started dating, Stella planted a wet one right on Fredrick’s lips. However, as he was ready to deepen said kiss once more and fall into the velvety embrace of another midday make-out session, his mare suddenly pulled back. He flicked his gaze to either side of him, and noticed that she had placed both her hands on either side of his head for support whilst she leered down at him.

A wordless—if still rather unsubtle—way of telling him that he was trapped right where he was. T’was a predicament he had no problem finding himself in. And moreover, while he got to stare up at that familiar, predatory gaze that always made him hard at an instant, Fredrick got to lay eyes upon two of his most favorite objects in the world.

He took zero qualms in running his own hands up Stella’s lithe, yet firm and powerful core… then traced lines up her back, over and through her wings as best he could, until his supporting grasp had meandered to just below her tits.

Having bitten his lip by now, Fredrick returned her challenging gaze with his own.

“You know I love putting my hands on you… and you never have to ask for permission to have them on you,” he said.

Her lopsided smirk was telling… and Fredrick was still surprised after all these years that she could still manage an even sultrier look than her last.

“Oh is that so~?” she replied, and sat just a bit more upright.

She licked her lips, and spent just a fraction longer running her tongue over her famous snaggle-fang as she launched into a lascivious giggle.

“Careful, love…” she added, along with a more-than-appropriate warning:

“When ye give me privileges like that…

She placed her hands atop his, securing them right to her body.

“I tend…”

She brought his palms right to her tits, and as if by magnet, attached them right to her… holding him against her like any of her bras would nestle and support her bosom.

“…tae abuse ‘em~…”

Fredrick let out a shaky breath as her soft tits took up the perfect amount of space in his palms… and a little bit more. They were so familiar by this point, as he practically got to lay eyes on them and play with them at any opportunity he wanted to. He could count on one hand the times Stella actually refused his advances… and they were mainly because she actually had shit to do or she was coming down with something.

He had been told many times by others his senior that seeing one’s partner in the nude would eventually ‘get old,’ in a manner of speaking. Not in a bad way, but that it would become almost routine and uneventful.

Well, so far, Fredrick felt that he was proving all those ponies wrong. Because seeing Stella in all her revealing outfits and naked absolutely never got old. Just like the last time, he was completely diamonds by this point. And likewise, having her big tits in his hands was always what got him truly going. He could feel himself completely throbbing underneath her… his member pinned to his body by Stella’s own, soaked, pussy.

He squeezed both her tits together, mashing them firmly enough to form that mouthwatering chasm of cleavage he loved so much… but still softly enough that his actions only elicited a soft sigh from Stella. The fringes of a soft moan graced the accents of her exhale, and Fredrick took this as his cue to continue on his merry way.

Continuing to bite his lip at intervals—whilst ensuring that he actually continued to breathe properly—he kept her tits squeezed together… only to reveal her already-hard nipples from behind the veil of his palm. Using his fingers to keep them pointed directly at him, he resisted nature’s call to take them right into his mouth… for now, at any rate. Instead, he opted to brush his thumbs back and forth over her diamond-hard nubs, followed by tracing opposite circles around them.

Toying with her was always part of the fun.

Seeing Stella’s eyes fall shut as she inhaled always did wonders for his confidence in how he ‘handled’ her. This created a direct feedback loop into making him impossibly harder. It always amazed him just how a lust-filled Stella had this much of an effect on him, even when he wasn’t the one on the receiving end of the lavishing. Like some form of sexy battle meditation, his batty mare seemed to radiate her pleasure outward in a way that his own body responded to three-fold.

His heart, much like his cock, continued to swell.

And only then did he decide to give into his instincts, and pulled her torso down just enough where he could guide one of her hard nipples into his mouth. He wasn’t sure who moaned first, considering the moment her nipple graced his tongue, he conformed his muscle over her nub, embracing it like a long-lost best friend.

Though, when he began slurping and sucking to his liking, then he could tell that Stella was much louder than him. Not that he wasn’t happily and contentedly humming at having his wife’s tit in his mouth—this was a life goal for him, after all. But Stella losing herself, and even attempting restraint was certainly the prominence in the room. And Fredrick only wanted to hear more and more of it.

Her angelic tones aroused him so much that it was making him… hungry. Insatiable, even. As he tugged her nipple backward with his suction a bit—something that Stella adored—he continued to cede more and more control to this hunger.

Stella was certainly not complaining.

“Ahhh… Fred… mmmmph~,” she groaned when he tugged back a little harder than usual, and punctuated her continued vocalizations when she stumbled in the support of her arms.

Fredrick knew her mannerisms like the back of his hand by now: Stella’s ‘control’ and composure were breaking down. Just as planned.

His ‘aggressiveness’ with her tits was amplified by her vocal exhortations to continue, and the lines were being blurred now on whether he was only just trying to please her… or himself as well. Hungrily lapping up a little bit more of what he could and leaving her nub even more swollen and hard than when he ‘met’ it, Fredrick released the vice-like hold on her nipple with a wet ‘pop…’

…and promptly re-attached his mouth to her right tit. He showed none of the gradually diminishing restraint that he had with her left one, and went right for the figurative jugular… if the jugular was suspiciously in the shape of Stella’s dark, hard nipple. Fredrick tried damn near to inhale Stella’s entire breast into his mouth, attempting to take in much more than just her nipple into his maw. ‘The whole tiddy,’ as more educated scholars would say.

Stella gasped… then purred.

“Oh my fuck~!”

Again, all according to Fredrick’s grand design. But something that Fredrick consistently forgot to bake into his ‘grand design’ to toy with Stella to his liking… was Stella’s inherent ability to totally disregard his plans on her own accord. And substitute reality with her own.

Fredrick felt Stella shuffling in his grasp, and he pulled back to get a look at what was going on… only for her to break completely out of his hold and just… press herself into him. Much like when she would go into heat, she began just, whimpering, moaning, and nuzzling herself into his bare skin wherever she could, seemingly channeling a carnal desperation in which she just needed to touch him.

His dick was going to actually explode if more and more blood managed to stuff itself into it. The mere sight and touch of this girl was quickly becoming too much, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take before giving into his baser, caveman instincts. And it seemed that Stella was ‘suffering’ a similar fate as he was, as she started hungrily kissing and gnawing at his neck…

…and then his chest…

…and left a trail of kisses further and further down his body, culminating with her flinging the bed covers entirely off so she could get an uninterrupted view of her prize.

Fredrick lifted his upper body off the bed with the help of his elbows for support so he could see just what Stella was getting up to down below… and was greeted to the sight of her hungrily gazing at his fully-erect dick. He watched with bated anticipation as she looked like she was debating on where she wanted all this to go. He knew where this would lead—no question about that considering the carnal look on her face… his face too, actually.

But Fredrick dare not say anything as Stella contemplated on the manner in which she wanted to address his raging morning-but-actually-midday wood. Though, if she didn’t decide soon, the raw anticipation would probably make him explode prematurely. It further didn’t help when Stella sighed out and shut her eyes, all before pressing the side of her muzzle into his rod, nuzzling it like a friend.

That lip-bite was much too cute for her own good, though.

In the end, she did make a decision… for better or worse.

Stella giggled, a knowing smirk on her face and a daring spark in her eyes as she leaned her chest forward, and let her already-damp tits fall sloppily around Fredrick’s dick. The softest fringes of the feeling of her silky-smooth breasts against him was enough to send him groaning… and averting his gaze momentarily lest his body bring an abrupt end to the fun without his consent.

She apparently sensed his struggle, too, and giggled as she oh-so daintily brought her ‘girls’ in line around him… and nestled him perfectly in the grasp of her bosom.

“Havin’ some trouble there, love~?” she asked.

And as Fredrick managed to cool the engines just enough where he could even look at her without cumming, he managed to gaze into those lidded eyes of hers. Of course, that was after taking in the sight of his painfully-throbbing dick right in her tight cleavage.

“Fuck… you know exactly what you’re doing…” he groaned.

Another evil giggle from her that devolved into a straight up, pleasure-filled moan. She squeezed him a little tighter around the base of his dick with her tits, and coaxed out a nice, healthy bead of precum out of his tip.

Stella then cocked a teasing eyebrow, and never let that horny smile of hers fizzle away.

“Of course I do!” she said. “I’m gonna milk you fuckin’ dry with these tits that ye love sooooo much~. The fuck does it look like I’m up to~?” she declared.

And with that, she let her tongue loose, and let dribble a massive dollop of her own saliva onto his dick. She then worked it in with his own precum via the generous use of her breasts… then squeezed him nice and tightly once more. Fredrick needed to channel some meditative techniques when he felt her warm tits in conjunction with the now-cooler, slimy, pseudo-lube concoction.

“Ahh~… there we go…” she sighed out, seemingly enjoying the act much more than she outwardly was…

…and boy was she enjoying every bit of this.

Fredrick slowed his breathing… the pure pleasure that tingled and radiated out from his dick was almost overwhelming already. Something about the whole ambiance, on top of the teasing and lack of release for the last couple of days, was already sending him to the brink. If Stella moved just right—or he moved an inch just wrong—he’d blow immediately.

He didn’t even have the brainpower to devote to responding to any of her quips, as a result. Fredrick needed the full force of his concentration to pull himself back from the brink before Stella got any ‘funny’ ideas.

“Oi there, sexy… look at me~,” she implicitly asked… her demand wrapped up in the softest, sexually stymied plea.

He needed a couple breaths to muster up the strength to do just that… and the sight alone made him throb painfully in her ‘grasp.’ Fredrick lost himself once more in those golden pools of hers… eyes that he could see naught but the deepest love and supermassive lust she held for him and him alone. They glinted with an extra aura from the ambient light that he couldn’t rightly place.

But he adored and cherished every moment of it.

“I love you so much, Stella…~,” he groaned.

The batpony’s cheeks visibly colored, and she hummed all cutesy-like as her smile devolved into a bitten lip.

“Yer so fuckin’ cute when ye lavish me, love… and I love you too… but lemme show you some ‘proper love,’ aye…~?”

And with that, Fredrick was thrown back into the cauldron of pleasure as Stella began massaging his length with her ‘girls.’ Really, she just worked them over the base and middle of his shaft like she was trying to relax him as opposed to just outright making him explode as quickly as possible. Fredrick appreciated the sentiment for sure, as he wanted this feeling to last forever, but it would only be a matter of time before his lovely mare would just tip him over the edge.

Stella giggled when he released a sexually-pained moan, followed by some harder panting. She put forth a rather rhetorical bit of toying:

“Mmmm… there we go, somepony’s enjoyin’ his throbbing. Hard. Cock all nice and cozy between his hot mare’s big tits, hmmm~?” she dared ask.

He managed a response. Barely.

“You… you have no idea, babe~...” he struggled.

Stella flashed her pearly whites, chuckling all cutesy again before moaning out her rebuttal:

“So predictable… so sexily predictable~.”

That’s when she really started gliding her tits up and down the full length of his shaft, though not so much moving her torso as she was just properly working her tits over him. Like a well-oiled piston engine full of unbridled lust for her human husband and adoration for his fetishes, she jerked his length through her tight, now-quite-slippery cleavage.

As for Fredrick, he somehow always found a way to compare so much to the concept of ‘heaven.’ Being a superfan of his wife’s tits, this was naturally always a dream come true for him. Through his brief bouts of mental coherence in a battle to stave off the inevitable for just a little bit longer, he recalled how Stella was always reticent to give him, as she would so endearingly call it, a ‘proper titwank.’ He had always been so busy being balls-deep in her that he had forgotten to ask by the time they were done… and it turned out that Stella found it super hot after seeing how Sveta worked him over during their triple session with one another.

In a rare admission of her insecurities, Stella came forward that—during the first time she ever let him bang her boobs—she feared she wouldn’t measure up to Sveta by virtue of the size difference.

Naturally, for Fredrick, this was absolutely ridiculous, and he had been making it a habit of fucking her tits more on the regular. He adored it more than he’d be willing to admit, and in an odd bit of extra upside, it rocketed Stella’s confidence over her already more than ample chest to the moon. The resulting, implicit trade was: he got more titfucks. She got a confidence boost.

Everyone was a winner.

“Fuck…~” he managed to eek out when his attempts at a stalling reverie had now failed. As such he was brought right back to reality and right on the precipice of an explosive end.

“Jesus I’m fucking close already…~”

“Oh aye~?” Stella asked, and that cute little upward inflection of her words was almost enough to do it.

She then squeezed her tits as tightly as she could around his length and bit her lip challengingly.

“Fuck them. Paint. Them.”

Those words ignited a tiny little fire inside him, and adjusting his position for the final, figurative push, Fredrick sat up, gripped the back of Stella’s mane (much to her immediate, giggling pleasure) and pumped his length through her slick, tight valley.

“Mmmmph… so rough, love~.”

She didn’t even need to say anything else, but he used those words and the sight of the head of his dick appearing and disappearing again and again in her bust as a guiding light…

“Shit… Stella I’m…~”

And his dick then felt like it was practically melting at how hard his climax hit him. He exploded right into her cleavage. Stella’s neck and the underside of her chin were caught in the collateral damage with each subsequent volley his cock fired off with each little, twitching micro-thrust he had to give. His teeth were gritted and every moan that fell from his mouth further colored Stella’s cheeks.

Not that she needed any more ‘coloring.’

When his eyes focused themselves again once his climax passed, he could see just how creamy white her chest was. He was honestly surprised none of it made it up to her face with just how much force his dick jettisoned his seed over her neck. A pool of his cum lay at the top of her valley, and all the excess dribbled over and down her tits like the hottest icing on an even hotter dessert.

That gorgeous, bright, accomplished smile though… was just the cherry on top of everything.

She giggled all girly-like.

“Hehe, holy fuck… good boy…~,” she said, and after giving the base of his dick one last little squeeze with her tits.

He shuddered at the contact, but it did well to wring out whatever drops of his jizz remained before she pulled back. He had similar words for when he was able to ‘survey the damage’ in full once she let her tits be born naturally by gravity.

Fredrick finally managed a response after recollecting himself a bit more:

“Holy fuck indeed… though… heh… you look so fucking hot with my cum all over those tits,” he mentioned.

She kept her lip bitten as she gazed down at the damage herself. Her entire cleavage was just matted white. Massive globules of his essence barely clung to her skin and tufts of coat, though she made sure to catch all she could in her hands before they fell to the floor beneath her.

Stella then glanced back at him and winked.

“Don’t I~?” came her rhetorical response… all before she started scooping up every bit of his cum into her fingers and hands…

…and then promptly brought her digits to her mouth and sucked—and licked—them squeaky clean.

Fredrick could practically feel his pupils dilating at the sight, and Stella knew exactly what she was doing as she stared into his eyes the entire time. He watched as she exaggerated the movements of her batpony tongue, swirling and encapsulating entire tips of her fingers as if she were sucking his cock, cleaning herself of his marks. And when she was done with that, she merely scooped more of his load into her mouth…

…until there wasn’t but a trace of the literal explosion on her chest.

She punctuated this accomplishment with a kiss and click of her lips, along with an equally exaggerated ‘ahhhhh~.’

“Finger lickin’ good tae the last fuckin’ drop~,” she so declared.

And goddamn he wasn’t exactly flaccid anymore after that show she just put on. The goofy grin he sported spoke volumes more than anything he could actually say to her right now. Though, he did manage a couple appropriate words as he exhaled that breath he didn’t realize he was holding:

“Christ…”

Stella returned that smile of his with one of her usual, shit-eating grins that promised many, many good things to come. Especially when she glanced down to his re-hardening dick.

“Well, you definitely saw somethin’ ya like, handsome~,” she cooed.

And Fredrick was ‘whisked away’ once more in the form of Stella placing both her hands on his shoulders… and then tenderly pushing him onto his back. With a view like this afforded to him, he sure as hell didn’t feel compelled to put up any resistance, and eagerly watched his mare’s every move. From the looks of it, she appeared to be getting into position to mount him… and then possibly ride him until his spirit was milked once again.

But in another masterful subversion of his expectations, once he was laid flat, Stella instead snuggled up to his right side. He turned to face her, hoping to get a nice wet kiss out of it, but Stella used her muzzle to turn his cheek forward, giving her complete, unfettered access to his ear…

...all rounded out when she finally lay a dainty hand on his hardening length, and started agonizingly slowly stroking him once more.

She spoke softly:

“Nuh uh, love~… lemme get ya aaaaall primed up again.”

Fredrick chuckled.

“Wait… heh, there’s more? Shit, you’ve already done a hell of a job already… Mmmm~… when do I get to take care of you now?” he asked, his words only being tripped up when Stella’s thumb brushed just right on the underside of his head.

Her gentle, yet firm, precise stroking of his length—combined with her freshly-used tits pressed up against his arm—had already set him back to almost full-hardness after a ball-draining of that magnitude. But what really got him back to the point of ‘throbbing’ was Stella’s heavy, aroused breathing right on his ear… which was then unceremoniously taken up a notch when she instead began nibbling gently with her lips on his earlobe.

Fredrick didn’t even care how undignified the moan that slipped out of his mouth was. He was in absolute heaven right now. And he in no way wanted to fall back to the mortal earth when his core was light enough to touch the gods of this world.

“Hehehe… always, fer you love~,” Stella cooed. “I want ye back tae full fuckin’ mast fer me. I. Am. Drainin’. You. Today.”

Fredrick’s dick pulsed painfully—a ‘good’ pain—in her grasp at those words, and he barely managed a coherent:

“O-Oh fuck…”

Stella never let up her verbal ‘assault,’ but Fredrick could hear that challenging, toothy grin. Her rhetorical question was almost expected:

“Good idea, I guess?” she asked. “I thought ye might like that~… but ya know what I like, Freddie?”

“Y-Yeah? And what would that be?”

“I love bringin’ out that rough side of you… just like when ya took control just now? Fuck it gets me so fuckin’ wet. Maybe that’s why I love doin’ what I do, aye?” she pondered with that infuriatingly—yet undeniably hot—innocent tone she pulled off so well.

Stella continued, purring:

“Teasin’ you… goadin’ you… windin’ you up tae the point where ya can’t take it anymore, and you just fuckin’ take me how ya want me. Use me~.”

Fredrick bit his lip so hard he thought he was gonna draw blood. Further, when Stella followed those words up by drawing her tongue up his neck… it all sent most of the blood he had in his body right into his already-engorged length.

“Y-Yeah?” was all he could manage.

Stella nodded against him.

“Mhmmm~… all part of the plan, love~. Maybe today I just want ye tae fuck me into the bed… break the supports. Make me fuckin’ scream and beg fer more. Make me so loud that our nearest neighbors down in the Valley below can fuckin’ hear how good yer fuckin’ me?” she so eloquently said.

She was going all in. Fredrick knew well that she was trying to tickle every single part of his lizard-monkey brain right now… and the best part was that she was succeeding with flying colors. Yeah, his cock felt like it was about to burst again from how much blood Stella managed to ‘coax’ back into it… but the real change was in his core and his heart. The plane of arousal he was ascending to was one that he rarely found himself on. And with Stella—his gorgeous marefriend-turned-wife—having been the one to make him feel the way he was in this very moment…

...it was really lighting a fire inside him that he wanted to stoke even more.

Stella, in her beautiful hubris, either did, or did not, know the consequences of her actions as she prattled on:

“I want you tae fill me up… in more ways than one~,” she alluded. “Pump me full tae capacity. I wanna fuckin’ leak yer cum when you’re done with me. Remember what I said?

Use me~.

Fuck me~.

“And if we had all the other necessary ‘materials?’

Breed me.”

Those words did it.

That fire he wanted to stoke had suddenly been fanned into a proper inferno, one that would burn to the figurative sea. Immediately, his entire relationship with his marefriend seemed to flash before his eyes. With his initial meekness when arriving to this unknown world, to his willingness to just let her take control and whisk him away on untold adventures of platonic, romantic, and sexual variety… Stella had more or less been the leader.

And Fredrick had always been okay with that. He had never felt like she emasculated him, nor treated him any less, like a ‘weakling’ that needed to be coddled. Of course, he’d ‘take control’ on many occasions when he felt confident enough to do so, or when the situation called for it… especially in bed, much like earlier. But it was usually only fleeting or in small bursts, because no matter what Stella said, he was terrified of actually hurting her in any way.

A silly fear considering the sheer physical resilience and conditioning of this mare he now called his wife… but a real fear of his nonetheless. One that he’d never forgive himself if it ever came to pass.

But this time… those words. Almost feeling like some sort of magic was at play, his entire body seemed to suddenly be aroused. And Stella was encouraging—no, demanding—that he make her the outlet.

It was different now.

He loved her with all his heart.

She was his.

He would have her.

He would claim her.

Like a trapped animal bursting forth from its cage, Fredrick instantly, nigh explosively, reversed their positions. He watched with a carnal pride at how Stella’s eyes went completely wide in complete and utter shock… before closing halfway in her ever-challenging gaze.

“Well...~ hello there handso—OH FUCK AHHHNN~!”

Fredrick gave her no time to react, as he just gripped the base of her mane where her ponytail would normally be, and craned her head to the side. He then promptly sunk his teeth right onto the crook of her neck, while doing well to lavish her skin with his tongue and lips.

The first of many marks he intended to leave today.

He felt Stella shuddering underneath him, and even more so when he used his free hand to stroke down her arm and her side… though what really got her going was when he sunk his teeth just a little more into her skin all while firmly soothing the ‘affected’ area with his tongue. The whimper that fell from her muzzle was just too goddamn cute for this world.

And too goddamn hot for him not to springboard from.

He extricated himself from Stella’s neck with a rather wet, suction sound… and then gave her one last little kiss there before he moved right to her mouth. Fredrick slammed his lips against hers, muffling any words she was about to say, and instead transforming them straight into lustful giggles and hums as she fell right in line with his plans.

Fredrick felt so… full right now. All the love and lust he had for this mare in his grasp seemed to just multiply by the second as his plans began bearing fruit this early. He could feel Stella’s muscles just relaxing beneath him, effectively melting under his already more-than-forward advances on just her mouth and neck alone.

And he was just getting started. He would make sure this was a day—and eventual night—to remember. In more ways than one.

As he rather forcefully reintroduced his tongue to hers within their mouths, Fredrick was rather cognizant of their position… and the subsequent positioning of the hardened steel that was his dick: the head pressing right against Stella’s mound, just a mere inch or two above her slit. It was an easy bit of maneuvering to lay his length against her now-decidedly soaked lips and start grinding up against her, nice and easy.

To start, at least.

Fredrick smiled as Stella’s reaction was immediate… and they had to break their kiss just so she could breathe and whine properly. He lost himself in those lidded, golden eyes of hers for the umpteenth time… the pools to her soul that he just wanted to cannonball himself into and never dare to get out. As captivating as they were… and as loudly as they were screaming for him to get on with the show, he was having way too much fun right now.

The main course would come in due time.

He watched as Stella bit her lip again and finally worked up the ability to speak… though ‘speak’ was a generous term, and Fredrick would liken it more to a desperate whine.

“Fuck… Fredrick just fuckin’ put it in me already, please...~!”

Fredrick grinned down at a struggling Stella… a mood and state she was rarely in and he intended to drag the moment out as long as humanly possible. To add a little extra pleasure to heighten the desperate experience for her, Fredrick then placed both his hands on her wrists, keeping them pinned right where she was.

He teased:

“Really now, Stella… begging like a lust-drunk slut? Hardly your style~.”

Could she realistically break out if she wanted to? Absolutely. While he weighed a little more than her by virtue of height, Stella had more than enough muscle and know-how to thrust him off of her.

But from the way she contorted and fidgeted underneath him… along with yet another aroused whimper from her lips… she did not want to change anything about her current predicament. She was enjoying every minute of this, arguably more than he was right now.

He ground his length once more over her pussy, partially coating himself in her wetness, and evoked another reaction from her in conjunction with his words:

“Nhhnng… Fredrick… I fuckin’ need it…”

“Then beg for it. Really beg for it, babe. You really need me to stuff you full? Tell me how much then… go on. I’m not doing a goddamn thing until you do~,” he challenged.

Stella appeared almost stunned that he would demand such a thing, even if he was just teasing about it a few seconds earlier. Fred wiped that away immediately when he put forth a figurative carrot in the form of his cock, when he pressed the head just beyond her labia. He watched her shut her eyes and grit her teeth… and he could’ve sworn he saw the fringes of an aroused smile on her face.

Nevertheless, her answer came like a torrent of desperation… and using words that far exceeded Fredrick’s expectations:

“YES!” she groaned out. “I fuckin’ need it! I need yer hard dick inside me!

“All of it!

“I’m a fuckin’ lust-drunk slag who can’t go a fuckin’ day without cumming around yer cock and I’ll fuckin’ go nutter without it FREDRICK PLEASE! FUCK ME!”

Well. Holy Shit.

Those were the magic words to him, and without further ado, Fredrick righted his posture, and used his hands to further spread Stella’s legs apart and out as far as they could go… which was pretty goddamn far considering how flexible she actually was.

And from there, it was an extremely simple matter of lining himself up again and plunging himself into her without any semblance of warm-up. Stella’s giddy giggles morphed into a sudden squeak of shock, and then elastically snapped right back to more giddy moans and cries of relief as Fredrick started pounding down and into her.

“Fuck… FUCK! YES!” she cried out, curling her legs up so Fredrick could stabilize himself better on the bed.

“PRESS. ME.”

Exactly the plan, though her own commands interjecting were not part of it. Fred had an idea to get everything back on track: He delivered a firm slap to the side of her ass, eliciting a rather aroused mixture of pain and pleasure from her.

In a shock at the suddenness, he felt her squeeze tightly around him.

“I’M CUMMING!”

Her lower body quivered, and it seemed like she was trying her hardest to suppress her extra moans from such a sudden-onset orgasm. Fredrick gave her some reprieve in slowing down his motions… though, Stella squeezing her thighs and knees around his midsection gave him all the cues to continue hammering her.

He stopped nonetheless, briefly, and then said quite tersely:

“I didn’t give you permission to fucking talk, slut. The only things I should be hearing out of your filthy mouth are ‘yes,’ ‘don’t stop,’ ‘please,’ ‘harder,’ and ‘more.’ Mkay?”

Again, stunning a salivating Stella stupid and silent.

Fred didn’t move, and had no intention of resuming the mating pressing Stella was loving until he heard the answer he was looking for. He grinned at her challengingly this time, doing his absolute best to mimic the very same smile she had given him day-in and day-out for the last several years he’d lived in Equestria.

She nodded, and through her orgasm-laden fog, meekly replied before biting her lip:

“Y-Yes… please…”

Any actual meekness was belied by how hard she began throbbing around him again when those words had left his mouth.

He lowered his eyelids further, and giggled evilly at his mare having essentially submitted to him fully.

“Good girl~.”

“Nnnmmmph~...”

And with that, he got right back into position. Like a well-oiled piston engine, he thrust his entire length into her depths with all his weight behind him each time. The moans that fell from Stella’s mouth, combined with the slick wetness and throbbing tightness around his length was enough to lose himself in… and his mind focused on one thing: his own release, using Stella’s gorgeous body to his own desires, just as she so demanded earlier.

And yet… in an odd, paradoxical feedback loop, he in no way wanted this to end too soon. Seeing Stella in just pure ecstasy beneath him, writhing, uttering complete gibberish, eyes barely open yet radiating lust, and that tongue lolling out of her mouth just made him even hornier than he already was, balls-deep in her.

Stella cried out shrilly once more:

“OH… FUCK!”

To his absolute shock, she suddenly came a second time… and Fredrick blinked away the facade momentarily to make sure he wasn’t waking up in a dream and accidentally fucking Sveta.

Nope… Stella’s gritted teeth and throaty moans took prominence in his ears like the works of art they were, and her flexing core finally went limper again.

He fucking loved this mare.

“Mmm… god… enjoying yourself, slut?”

He helped extort a rather exuberant answer out of her when he resumed his motions… and on top of that, grabbed a firm hold over one of her bouncing tits.

Her response was noticeably slurred and sharper in pitch on some of her vowels:

“YES! FUCKIN’ LUNA’S MOON, YES!!” she cried out. “I loooove it~! Please… don’t fuckin’ stop~... p-please~!”

Fredrick pinched her nipple between his knuckles. His lone supporting arm was screaming for help and reinforcements, but he’d let it go lame before not finishing what he started.

“Mmmph… yeah Stella? You like getting fuckin’ pressed like this? Heh… fuck… getting your legs spread and cunt stuffed?!”

She stared intensely right up into his eyes and nodded, almost looking like she was gonna tear through her lip with how hard she was biting it.

“Aye… yes… plea—SHIT!”

She shut her eyes again and relished in all the pleasure when Fredrick hilted in her particularly hard… something that he was keen on repeating from here-on out. And he knew he was doing well when he felt her tighten around him a little more… something that he certainly enjoyed, and had to actively stop himself from blowing a little too early. He wanted to enjoy this a little longer, for her own sake and his.

“Oh fuck… god your pussy feels so fucking good… good girl~,” he praised.

Stella’s cheeks colored, and she involuntarily writhed at those words of praise… so much did she seem to enjoy that that she partially ignored Fredrick’s earlier commands about her new, temporary vernacular.

“Fuck… me… more… fuck yer good girl~... faster…”

And so he would, supporting himself with both hands again as it now seemed like he was trying to drill down through her and into the bed itself with his thrusts. It could probably use a little bit of an extra makeover with their combined juices leaking onto the comforter and sheets beneath them.

“Faster… like this??” he asked, leering lustfully down at her. “You just want me nice and deep, huh?”

“Yes!! I want it deep in me! Cum in me!!”

Under normal circumstances, Fredrick would acquiesce to that demand, and lord was he right on the edge… but she wasn’t in charge here. And this gave him the perfect opportunity to rest himself just enough to drag this out in a way he wanted to.

He slowed his pace to a crawl.

“Heh… demanding now?” he asked, cocking a teasing eyebrow.

Stella looked like she was about to burst from frustration, and a rather undignified whine most uncharacteristic of her fell from her muzzle. She tried her hardest to move her hips on her own, but her position under him didn’t afford her such luxury. As Fredrick had already made sure, she was at the whim of his mating press.

And it was a whim he would exploit to the fullest, thrusting extra slowly so she could still feel all the pleasure she loved… but not enough to take her over the edge again.

“N-No…No! Please…” came her desperate complaint.

“You only get my cum if you cum again… think you can manage that?”

She nodded so vehemently, Fredrick thought she was gonna snap her own neck.

“YES! Please I’m so fuckin’ close again! Please Fredrick… baby… shoot it inside me! PLEASE I NEED IT!”

He wasn’t deaf to her use of ‘baby…’ which she never used to address him as she never particularly liked calling him that.

Fredrick started picking up his pace again… not matching his previous thrusting cadence, but enough for Stella to start crying out again.

“I will, Stella… I’ll shoot it deep into you if you cum for me~...”

“Freddie please… I’m so close… use me cunt… fuck it until you cum!”

“Oh fuck I’m gonna fill you up~...”

“Please!! Fill me! Use me! Rut me! BREED ME—OH MY FUCK!”

She tightened around him immediately, and he watched as her core flexed… and then came her desperate groans of release as she exploded harder than she had previously. Fredrick was not far behind in the slightest, as the combined feeling and sight of his mare climaxing hard sent him right over the edge a second time.

“STELLA—FUCK!”

“YESSSS!”

His own explosion seemed to draw out her orgasm further, and their combined cries of peaking pleasure chorused together as his hilted cock drained his balls fully inside her. In what felt like he was practically injecting her womb directly, every little micro-thrust deep into her slit spilled more and more of his seed therein. By the time he was done and his balls probably assimilated back into his body from how much he spent into her… he felt as if he lost a couple years of life from how much and how hard he had cum.

A new record for his most powerful orgasm. He’d want it with nopony else.

Moans finally gave way to gentle whimpers, sighs, and heavy breathing as they remained how they fucked: joined at the nethers in the last throes of the mating press.

Fredrick was more than content to just remain buried in her like this… a feeling that felt much more pure than lust-driven as his post-orgasm high evaporated. As his sex-fueled ‘aggressiveness’ gradually faded away in kind, Fredrick’s immediate concern was for Stella… he sure as hell knew that she was enjoying herself in every sense of the word. But like with before, he’d feel horrible if he hurt her in the slightest during his surge of lust-filled confidence.

But in taking a few deeper breaths to calm his heart rate, and clearing his mind enough to listen properly, a dopey smile formed on his face… as all he could hear was the batpony mare literally giggling with satisfied hums. He victoriously got to witness her ‘fucked-stupid’ face on full display. Her eyes were barely open, not seemingly focusing on anything in particular, and the open-mouthed smile of hers was equally as inviting as it was cute and arousing.

The latter in normal circumstances, at least. After that last dicking he gave her, Fredrick’s body would protest any further activity. His entire body was spent.

The sound of the rain striking the roof of their little retreat again took prominence now that the sounds of sex died out entirely… only at all matched by the softest breathing and moans from Stella beneath him. Perfect ambiance for laying down and relaxing—even napping, which is something that sounded amazing right now after that sustained burst of energy.

And so Fredrick pulled himself out of her entirely… feeling a residual, sharp, pleasurable tingle in his loins as he did, as well as evoking another soft moan from Stella all the while. Once he was out of her fully, and after he watched as she oozed his thick pearlescence onto the stained sheets beneath her, he allowed himself to collapse onto the bed next to his mare.

Stella let her legs fully fall once more, as well.

The most surprising piece of it all was that Stella hadn’t said a goddamn thing in the last couple minutes since she came explosively. Though he knew for a fact that she was fine… more than fine, Fredrick decided to smugly check up on Stella… first by running his hands through her now-rather-unkempt mane.

And then by asking:

“Heh… hey babe… you good? Still alive, Stella?”

The immediate response to his query was a mixed garble of more satisfied giggles, hums, and just generally pleased sounds of cuteness.

“Heh… holy fuck… mmmmm~... Freddie~...”

Fredrick chuckled as he ran his hands down her neck, and then her back, tracing soft lines in her coat. His smugness persisted, and the pride he had in making his mare feel this good laced his words a lot more than he normally would. The smile he was sporting was gonna stay for a good while as he rode this high, and his cheeks would likely be hurting for the foreseeable future.

Yes, my dearest?” he asked.

There was finally some ‘physical stirring’ from her when she braced her hands against the bed. In a shaky attempt to get herself onto her side, almost like a newborn horse attempting to stand for the first time, Stella finally managed—with apparently great difficulty—to shift herself toward him.

Which allowed Fredrick to stare into her eyes once more, much like how they started the day before it devolved into the igniting makeout session.

It all came full circle.

And in those eyes, much like before, he could see nothing but the purest, deepest, most longing expression of love for him that he could ethereally feel. Beyond that absolutely cum-drunk, lidded gaze was a look that warmed the deepest pits of his heart and stomach. A look that continued to validate all the feelings he had for the mare laying next to them… one that returned those very same feelings back to him, with more than enough interest to live on.

Her words were still slurred… yet carried no less weight:

“Mmmm~... Y-Yer… perfect, mate. I looooove you…~”

Fredrick scooted as close as he could to her, and went right in for the deep, meaningful kiss that he had been dying to give her since he came. He was happy to lead it, too… even if it was out of necessity, considering that Stella seemed completely sapped of energy at the moment to further entrench their hold with her own arms. She was oh-so happily limp.

Her tongue and lips returned the kiss with a vigor that nearly surpassed his own, though.

And after a good minute of this, Fredrick retreated from the kiss and just… smiled.

“I love you too, Stella. So much more than I can ever show you.”

The dopey, love-struck smile and touched hum she uttered would sustain him for weeks. Despite how amazing he felt right now, laying with his mare after properly fucking her senseless… the taxation was beginning to take its toll. Sleepiness was starting to overtake him… and in still gazing at Stella’s eyes, it looked like she was in similar straits as him. They had done one hell of a deed, after all… and Fredrick wasn’t exactly opposed to yet another midday napping session with her.

Stella tiredly whispered her next words, and daintily gripped one of his hands:

“You show me… every day…”

His chest felt like it was gonna burst into a billion butterflies, and take his stomach with it. But even that wasn’t enough to stop his eyelids from falling shut completely. His massive grin remained though… and it would probably be bolted on his face still once he woke up a little later.

Though, as enticing as the prospect of the aforementioned nap was… there was one rather primal urge that tended to prevent falling into a full sleep.

His stomach grumbled something fierce.

Oh right. We had one hell of a bone sesh… and didn’t even do our bodies the courtesy of eating anything today.

Fredrick turned onto his back and gazed tiredly at the ceiling, listening to the rain that continued in its ceaseless torrent. There was more than enough good stuff in the fridge and pantry to put together… the whole shtick of this vacation house was it being fully furnished and stocked, after all.

But the pleasant mental fog shrouding Fred’s mind made it so that he held not the slightest desire to manually put something together, himself. With his energy sapped, it would be much easier to send a quick, magical letter down the mountain and have something delivered to them. It had worked like a charm the previous night when they were just as tired, upon arriving.

He still had no idea how it actually worked though. All these years in Equestria and magic was still an enigma to him.

“Hey Stella? How does Zephyrian Food sound for—”

His words stopped as he turned to Stella again, and he sighed out with a lovestruck smile at seeing her having passed out entirely. Fred watched her for a few moments… gawking at the cute, satisfied little smirk on her face as she breathed deeply and softly. The urge to stroke her face was too much, and as he sat up, he placed his right palm on her cheek, and ran his thumb over her skin and small little tufts of coat present.

“Heh. Zephyrian Food it is~.”

And then planted a small kiss on the tip of her muzzle before carefully getting to his feet and making his way out of the room.

He’d handle dinner for tonight.

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