Author's Note

It's finally done, and this ends all bonus arcs. No more updates to this story are planned. there's probably some mistakes to this chapter, but after holding onto it for this long, I'm sure it's fine for what it is, though I did my best to smooth out the rough edges as much as I usually do.

I'd also like to mention that this chapter is a very belated birthday gift for one of my closest, most special friends. She's been nothing but a gem, a gigantic inspiration, on top of having the patience of a saint and a heart of gold. You know exactly who you are, and I only regret not having this ready back in January. I can already anticipate your response to this, so I'm gonna pre-empt you with "something something... easy and the truth..." . Thanks for all your awesomeness these past few years, and especially your friendship... and I hope this was worth the wait!

Now for the rest of you, likewise, thanks for y'alls' patience, and I certainly hope the long-ass time from part one was ultimately worth it. Enjoy!

Bonus 2.1. [Clop] Carnality

[Schnee’s Street]

The three teens strolled lazily along the moonlit road towards a familiar destination… one that held so many memories and was, in general, just quite special to them in each of their own ways.

“Ya know…” Apple Bloom said. “Ah think it might be a liiiiittle late to go hang out with Schnee,” she reasoned.

Scootaloo disagreed.

“I mean… not really. It’s the weekend, and we’ve dropped in on her later than this, before. Besides, it’s been a few days since we last saw her when we went on that class… vacation… thing or whatever.”

“Yeah!” Sweetie Belle affirmed, and bounced jauntily in her step whilst holding some tupperware. “And I thiiiiink we can convince her with a freshly baked batch of Apple Family Recipe cookies~,” she giggled, and shook the container lightly to accent her words.

“You know she loves these!”

Scootaloo giggled in kind.

“She’d probably go back to war for them if we’re being honest. We saw how she scarfs them down!”

Apple Bloom playfully slugged her friend in the shoulder for that comment, even if it earned some rather shameful chuckling all around.

“Oh shut up, you!”

Sweetie Belle shrugged.

“Hehe, I mean… it’s kinda—”

Her words, her steps, and consequently everypony else’s canter was suddenly halted within view of Schnee’s house when four figures were brightly illuminated by the street light just in front. All three of them found an easily recognizable Schnee energetically leading some other male-looking being by the hand… while Stella (whom they recognized) was cradled in Midnight’s (whom they also recognized) embrace. The former was attempting to viciously get her door open.

And all were sucking each other’s faces off aggressively. All could see clear as Luna’s night that their Flower Mare friend was all-the-while vehemently grinding her hips against the unknown pony’s.

They watched—jaws collectively dislocated from their faces and shattered on the cobblestone beneath them—the uncharacteristically lewd display, frozen in time as Schnee continued to giggle maniacally… until her door was finally unlocked, and unceremoniously booted inward. The party of four then slunk inside, and the door was shut and locked behind them, leaving the pure and utter silence of the night to return as the only company to the girls on the empty street.

Nopony said a damn thing for several seconds as they attempted to process what the hell they just saw.

Nevertheless, Sweetie Belle was the first one to clear her throat and state the obvious:

“Uhhh…” she began. “I ummm… I don’t think tonight’s gonna be a good night to see Schnee, girls.”

The agreement was unanimous.

“Yup… I think yer right, Sweets.”

“Uhhh… yeah, agreed. Wanna go hang out at my place tonight?”

“I think that’s… that’s a much better idea.”

[Schnee’s House]

The pleasant chill of the night air was most welcome… and perhaps necessary after dealing with the stuffiness and general humidity that a cramped dance floor usually had on offer. It was probably the best way to cool off one’s skin, maybe level one’s head, and dry any dampness on one’s brow that might have accumulated through a food and alcohol-fueled dancing spree.

But it was in no way sufficient to quell the lustful infernos in everyone’s chests and cores as they desperately made their way back to Schnee’s house… with the mare in question leading the party of fired-up, horny best friends. Though… leading was a bit of a stretch, considering after Fredrick and Stella had their talk and planned things out while being quite literally dragged out of the establishment, Schnee quickly found her way back to where she needed to be:

Attached to Fredrick. By the lips. And literally humping at his leg when able… like the horny little ball of sexiness that she was.

In fact, by the time Schnee fumbled with her keys and managed to violently boot her door open, she had practically jumped onto Fredrick… and he was all-too happy to hold and support the smol, mare from underneath her legs and butt while the other two made to get the lights on. Fredrick was sure light wouldn’t have mattered in the short term, considering his entire vision was mostly blackened out by a gorgeous face molesting his lips, which made him close his eyes and give into the pleasant blackness of the void, anyway.

After everything that went down through the entire day, there was zero need for any more pretense.

Even as she held her legs wrapped around his waist and was practically grinding herself against him all needily, Fredrick had to give her proper credit—she remained in complete control as to where they were going… and she managed to be the blind shepherd leading the blind sheep. Though, the blindness was also accompanied by horniness…

…and the whole analogy of the sheep and shepherd being horny was not exactly the image he was trying to paint in his internal processing of what was happening. But alas, there it was.

Nevertheless, once Fredrick carried them—both still connected at the mouth—to a point where she deemed appropriate, the heat-addled mare dislodged herself from him, and dropped back to her hooves… only for Fredrick to then be immediately thrown for a loop when he caught a faint glimpse of her lust-filled, sparkling face before being promptly shoved backward.

The sudden disorientation by getting unexpectedly pushed off his feet wore off as soon as it occurred when his entire body fell into the embrace of her armchair from earlier. The strength that this little mare possessed startled him for certain, especially with his sudden orientation change…

…but it quickly brought him to fuller mast as he saw this sundress-clad gal already prepping to straddle him.

And that look on her face… that face of pure arousal and indulgence… kept him right where he was. He greeted his partner for the night with literal open arms and his own arousal that he couldn’t possibly suppress.

“Get over here, cutie~,” he cooed.

Giggling, Schnee needed no further beckoning, nor really any at all for that matter, as she began clamoring atop his lap. Said giggles quickly morphed and faded into groans of unrestrained, unsatisfied need as the porcelain mare mounted his lap. Her knees on either side of his hips, Fredrick had expected her to dive in for another kiss, but was instead mildly surprised when she began breathing huskily against the underside of his chin.

She had wormed her muzzle into his neck and began planting cute, aggressive kisses on his skin, all culminating when he could feel her licking right where his neck connected with the back of his jaw.

He absolutely could not stifle the words that came out of his mouth, and that hitherto confident, pseudo-in-control façade had been shattered into a million pieces by such a simple, expert act:

“Oh my fuck… Schnee~,” he groaned.

All the while, he had caught faint glimpses of Midnight carrying his wife in a similar fashion that he had carried in Schnee… and he bit his lip when he saw the distinct shape of Stella’s legs wrapped around Midnight’s own waist while the two furiously made out in kind. Not even the act of Midnight plopping herself on the couch stopped the two from open-mouth spit-swapping.

A healthy amount of their combined drool dribbled onto Midnight’s chest, and made rivulet inroads into her pushed-up cleavage. Apparently that was all they needed to transition further along their sexy path, as Midnight’s hands quickly found their way to Stella’s shirt-covered tits, beginning to press her fingers into their fleshy tops and push them up further into her shirt’s neckline.

Even from here, he could see his wife’s cleavage was top-notch. He absolutely married into success.

“Heh…” Midnight began. “I’d be lying if I said I never wanted to get my hands on these~,” she teased.

Stella offered similar words, though prefaced that by taking her own liberties in getting her hands on Midnight’s more-than-ample bust.

“Fuck… these aren’t fuckin’ fair, lass…~. The game was rigged from the goddamn start~.” she groaned, likely both in lamenting Midds’ size compared to hers, and the larger pony’s expert hand-play.

Fredrick didn’t get to hear the rest of that exchange, as Schnee had apparently had enough of sucking, kissing, and slobbering all over his neck, and instead felt the need to reaffix her mouth to his again. He was more than happy to oblige her request, and the carnal moan she loosed when he pulled her lips into his by way of the back of her head sent even more blood down south.

He couldn’t help but moan either… even more so when Schnee pulled back just a smidge, but she dare not break their working lips from their current evening job. Fredrick began giggling and smiling against her lips all the same though when he could feel her dainty hands roaming over his chest. He puffed out his pecs as much as he could for her… not that he felt he had a massive amount to flex there, but Schnee seemed to appreciate it all the same.

If her horny giggling was anything to go by, at least.

Fredrick sure didn’t mind when he felt both her hands getting under his shirt though. He nipped approvingly at her lower lip when he felt the fringes of her ceramic fingers pulling the hem of his shirt up, and teasing at his stomach. All was well in his book, and the Flower Mare practically sped through the brightly-lit green light when she shoved both her arms under his shirt… and made straight for his pecs. The difference between skin and smooth ceramic was certainly striking, but in no way a detriment—their warmth had already permeated the material.

And she owned it.

Seemingly not content with just their current predicament, Schnee finally separated to let much needed air flow into both of their lungs.

While Fredrick was happy to breathe heavily, as one would expect—staring back into Schnee’s eyes mere inches from his—her own breathing was desperate… like a panting dog getting its first drink of water on a summer day.

Those abyssal, purple eyes of hers stared straight into his own, and he could see how wide her pupils were. Her resulting smile was… lascivious, and Fredrick let her eagerly roam his midsection to her liking. Such idle roaming and ‘taking him in’ were further punctuated by Schnee beginning to idly hump at his crotch, the somewhat jerky motions which felt amazingly against his caged length.

She needed relief so, so badly… and she was going to whatever ends she could to achieve that relief. Poor girl.

And who was he to keep her waiting?

Fredrick put his hands on her midsection properly for the first time since they got back to her home, and let them roam to his heart’s content. Much like she did on him, his palms and fingers cartographed her lean, slim body underneath, feeling the peaks and divots of all her muscles on her core. Oh how she quivered under even the tenderest touch, and the squeaky, needy moan that she let loose when Fredrick went a little too high towards her chest was like a drug.

And like a drug, Fredrick was sure he would get addicted.

As Fredrick’s hands ventured upward on her writhing, idly-humping midsection, more and more of her sexy core was exposed—porcelain coat, muscle definition, scars, and all. As a consequence, her gorgeous, yellow sundress had been pooling atop his forearms, though thankfully Schnee had tossed away her belt a little earlier as she was working him over. Just as he felt his hands reach the underside of her bra-clad tits, he had to extricate his gaze back up to her blissful-looking face.

They locked eyes again, both faces blushed, and Fredrick simply asked:

“May I?”

Schnee returned his look with equal parts arousal, and an extra part impish when she narrowed her eyes down at him.

“Your shirt for my dress?”

“A goddamn deal!”

Fredrick let his arms fall by his side again as Schnee took the liberty of the ‘ladies first’ approach, and began rolling his shirt up his midsection with childlike glee. He was more than accommodating, and pulled his arms inward as Schnee forded the task with only modest difficulty from their positions… not that he had a choice in helping her, as he was certain she’d actually rip it off if she encountered any small barriers at this point.

Their teamwork was a success, and Fredrick’s torso was finally free of its admittedly warm constraints. Schnee made short work of it when she tossed it haphazardly over her shoulder, never once breaking her lecherous gaze over his chest. As her hands began to roam again in kind, his own confidence swelled further—Stella had done well to assist him (read: drill him) with workouts that helped build the areas on him he wanted, namely his pecs.

Seeing others notice and appreciate the fruits of his labors was an extra cherry on top of the pride in himself. Lord knows once Stella noticed, they didn’t leave his room for about an entire day. That was the day that she fully understood how he felt about boobs in general.

Having glanced over at Stella and Midnight on the couch really getting into some proper grinding against one another, Fredrick’s dick was practically harder than a multi-metal alloy. As such, he was itching to get Schnee’s dress off, and was already beginning to run it up her body…

…but the sight of the Flower Mare’s glassy gaze over his torso, and then her subsequent kissing and licking of his chest with the cutest, horniest hums was much too adorable for him to cut off. He had exactly zero intention of intervening in her fun if she was gonna continue being this cute.

Nevertheless, she seemed to have her fill after painting a large swathe of her saliva in a curved arc between his pecs and up to neck. The feeling of her hot spittle suddenly cooling with the ambient temperature of the room sent a colossal shiver up Fredrick’s spine, one that visibly manifested with a harsh twitching that Schnee seemed to find adorable, herself.

She whispered huskily:

“Such a cute boy~.”

His dick twitched again at the words. She giggled mischievously all the same.

But with Fredrick’s hands squarely attached to her butt, blocking her gorgeous cutie marks from the world, Schnee understood the message and was more than willing to uphold her part of the deal she only just brokered. She gripped the bottoms of her dress and began helping Fredrick peel it up and over her, revealing more and more of her perfect, porcelain, marble-esque body to him.

His eagerness—in no small thanks to whatever her heat smell was doing to him, and much similar to the effects he felt when Stella literally put him under such a spell—was practically displayed on a flashy billboard in the middle of the capital city, and Schnee was all too happy to comment:

“Mmmm, ja Friedrich? So excited to get me out of my dress all day, hmmm~?”

Fredrick chuckled deeply. The Alemaneian-ification of his name rolled off her tongue so sultrily that he was probably gonna be Pavlov’d to get unfathomably hard whenever he heard it in the future. He was under no illusions that Stella would be weaponizing it for such use.

“Heh… once we all had a ‘talk,’ and you and I danced like that?” he asked in a way that needed no other answer than the implicit. He still did answer, though:

“I’d’ve stripped you down in the cold night air and felt you up against a tree, or some shit~.”

Schnee giggled sultrily again, and by that point, her dress was now, too, discarded uselessly over her shoulder to join the likes of his shirt. And that just left her clad in merely her yellow strapless bra and (increasingly darkening) panties. This being the first time he lay eyes on her chest outside of their erstwhile confines of a bathing suit top, Fredrick was all too happy to lay back in the chair, grip her powerful thighs with his hands, and just… gawk. Stare. Admire. Fantasize.

They were certainly bigger than she had often made them look, and with how they felt from earlier. There had to have been a purposeful naturalness with how well she hid them from the world… one that came with a plethora of experience, he figured.

No matter—Fredrick was content to take in the sights of her heaving, bigger-than-he-expected-but-still-not-as-large-as-Stella’s tits. All the while, Schnee dutifully kept her hands right on his chest diaphragm area, as well as kept up her adorable, morale-boosting ministrations that Fredrick in no way was intent on stopping.

Not like he could really stop what was to come, anyway, when Schnee cutely pressed her girls together between her biceps… and began shimmying her torso around all cutely. While she was certainly hopped up on a fair amount of liquid courage, Schnee’s residual shyness had broken through like the sunshine through her own thick, lust-filled fog.

She giggled, and drew her gaze away with rosy cheeks and the brightest smile yet, under Fredrick’s own lecherous gawking.

“I hope that’s the look of somepony who likes what they see~,” she cooed.

If a picture was worth a thousand words, Fredrick figured that action was worth an entire epic. Thus, with his fingers firmly pressed into her thighs, he suddenly ran his hands up the rest of her legs, cradled her waist and hip bones to admire for the briefest moments, and then braced her on his lap so he could properly bury his face right between her pushed up, supported breasts.

With his hands now on her lower back for that extra support, Fredrick relished in the sudden, pleasure-filled gasp from Schnee… gasps which promptly devolved into giggly, lewd moans at what had become rather expected forwardness towards the objects of his affections.

That’s when he felt a gentle hand firmly planted right on the back of his head, while Schnee’s unoccupied fingers traced lines over his scalp and through his increasingly-unkempt hair.

“Mmmmm~... Stella was right!” she excitedly cooed, another hearty, horny giggle falling from her lips.

“You really do love boobs~.”

Fredrick hummed at the rather astute observation, and in withdrawing his face from Schnee’s modest cleavage, he left his literal mark when he drew his tongue over the inner-top of her supported breasts. Such a move evoked no small blush from Schnee’s face, and the human was content to stare into her knowing eyes victoriously… though he was keen to allude just how much of an understatement that actually was.

“That’s definitely one way to put it,” he cooed, and hefted both her girls up higher onto her chest before tightening his grip on them, through her bra.

And at that point, Schnee emitted a high-pitched cross of a whimper and a whine—further accented by a horny snarl—as she could not stomach the intense teasing anymore, lest she spontaneously explode in more ways than one.

And with debatably sexy results, depending on how.

With some excellent sleight of hand on behalf of her prosthetic to demonstrate just how nimble it actually was, Schnee unclipped her bra strap with a single flick of her fingers. From there, the garment fell lifeless into her lap, and the Flower Mare was quick to toss it haphazardly aside—it would not be in any way needed for the foreseeable future.

And with that, her girls sagged slightly—only just—as they were revealed to the world in all their glory without their support. As porcelain-white as the rest of her coat, full, perky, and deliciously ashen gray nipples sat atop their crest… an adornment to tits that Schnee had indeed done an excellent job of hiding so goddamn well. That had been readily apparent when she had put her bikini on for their little modeling shitpost show earlier today… and likewise up to today, Fredrick had figured the Flower Mare had been among the least busty of all the friends he could count.

He would need to revise that draft pick lineup.

At that point, Schnee was ready to further coax him onward by cradling her girls between her arms, but that was in no way necessary, as Fredrick batted her arms aside and figuratively dove right in.

Eliciting yet another quivering, drawn-out, oh-so satisfied moan from the horny mare straddling him, Fredrick wasted no time in outright mauling her tits. Like a kid in a candy store where he was allowed free and open access with his mouth right then and there, Fredrick gladly squeezed both her orbs together and drew his tongue between them… and then tried his darndest to take both of her nipples into his mouth simultaneously.

Oh how he tried—but no matter how much he contorted his grip… no matter how rough nor how gentle he was, he could not achieve his set objective, and instead had to ‘settle’ for capturing merely one of her tiny, diamond-hard nubs in his maw at any one time.

So be it.

Fredrick greedily slurped, sucked, and took liberty in just how messy he could make them with his mouth alone, at least… drawing his tongue over every inch of her tit before ending right back up again at the apex of her nipple. All this, only to excitedly repeat the same process for her other neglected breast… neglect which massaging, squeezing, and pinching alone could not make up for such absence of true attention.

All the while, as much as Fredrick wanted to keep his eyes open and take in the sights of her perfect, gorgeous chest that he was lavishing presently, he simply found himself unable: her taste… her smell was too much for him, and he loosed his own quivering hum in kind.

With how his eyes were practically rolling into the back of his head from this alone, his eyelids had increasingly become heavier. Whatever her own personal heat was doing to him… he adored it, and suddenly couldn’t wait for Stella’s to hit again—he had forgotten just how much he had loved what her scent did to him.

There needed to exist a new level with which to measure just how pulsating, throbbingly hard he was right now. His pants were suddenly several sizes short, and the bulge—the denim tent—he was sporting was pressing up into Schnee’s own barely-covered nethers while he molested her chest. Even so, as she began to fully grind upon his trapped length with firm, precise intent, Fredrick knew Schnee was aware of his plight.

And he was able to get some leverage back through the pleasure that he was subjecting her to… breast treatment that made her entire body—nevermind merely her nethers or her increasingly babbling speech—melt completely.

She managed a giggle when she seemed to trap Fredrick’s length between their bodies just right… and elicited a rather desperate whine from the human this time around.

“Ahhh~...”

She still managed to oh-so innocently ask, even when half her left tit was in Fredrick’s mouth:

“Oh my… did I do that~?”

And that managed to feed so much more blood into his erection that he actually thought he might burst unintentionally if it wasn’t tended to. Thankfully, before Fredrick could extricate himself from the two objects of his affection to retort, Schnee followed up breathily with what might as well have been angelic, harmonic singing to his ears:

“How flattering to get a ‘salute’ to this very day~... but don’t you think you’ve kept a girl waiting long enough, Friedrich?” she asked.

Then, she added in such a way where Fredrick could hear the liquid lust drooling from her mouth and onto his lap:

“I need to see it. Please~?”

Fredrick’s eyes narrowed as he smiled—somehow, he was skeptical of just how much Schnee was actually asking as opposed to outright soothsaying the happenings of the very near future. Christ, it was like dealing with Stella when she was in heat… though arguably a bit worse considering the contrast of the more normalized mannerisms that he’d been used to from the Alemaneian mare.

Either way, he had little capacity to resist… if he ever in his right mind wanted to.

“Yeah?” he asked, giving her a knowing wink. “I don’t exactly see anyone stopping you, so…?”

And apparently, that was all she needed to hear.

In the wake of those words and Fredrick’s implicit permission to do whatever her lust-filled heart desired, Schnee—somewhat reluctantly—dismounted her prey for the moment. In extricating herself from his lap, however, Fredrick watched as the smol mare sexily crawled off him, and inserted herself between his legs.

On her knees, and helping to further part his legs to her liking, Schnee then set out on the arduous task of undoing his pants… though with one unexpected addition before she went any further:

She slid her black panties down, leaving her entirely bare to Fredrick and the world, and he only got a glimpse of her slit before natural positioning denied him a full look.

The insides of his lower lip were gonna be chapped, cratered with canker sores, and raw with the constant biting, but he was in little position to do anything about it if the lavender-eyed beauty was gonna keep being as hot as she was. Fredrick still to this moment had some issues reconciling fully with the fact that Schnee of all ponies was doing… all of this. And not only was she doing it, she was going about it with a vigor and temerity of a mare who knew both exactly what she wanted, and had plenty of experience in obtaining.

Just like a mare deep in the fires and throes of her heat.

And within those fires, Fredrick practically drooled as Schnee expertly undid his belt, the button clasp, and the zipper of his pants. He had no appropriate words for just how hot it all was as she began peeling his pants off of him. With a little help in lifting his lower torso for her to more easily slide and shimmy his needless garment off his body, said pants were duly removed and tossed aside in good order.

His boxers—tent proudly pitched and completely, shamelessly damp at the apex—were quick to follow.

And from there, his already drenched, leaking dick sprang free, acting as a now-obstructive spire between Fredrick’s and Schnee’s gazes. As for the latter, Fredrick had expected Schnee to marvel for more than a few seconds, as it would’ve been the first time that she had seen his member, let alone a human one. Hell, his cock was quite literally one of a kind, in this world.

Subverted again, Fredrick shuddered when Schnee pretty much instantly reached forward with both her hands and cradled his shaft in a dainty, comforting grasp. Her smaller hands, including her surprisingly warm, ceramic hand, began to idly massage and stroke his length with barely-contained vigor… and Fredrick had zero hope in containing the shaky, audible sigh that fell from his lips.

He barely had the coherence to not moan embarrassingly—he did not expect the sudden action on his hyper-sensitive, aching loins.

Schnee apparently loved what she both saw, and heard from the human. Eyes glazed over entirely, her gaze lidded prominently as her devious, lascivious smirk returned. Fredrick could practically read everything she wanted to do on the reflections of her lavender eyes.

She groaned desperately, and her words were accented as such:

“Mmmph~... scheiß it’s just… throbbing. So throbbing hard…~

“All for me. How delicious~.”

Fredrick watched as she leaned forward to nuzzle the head and side of his dick, and hummed in delight as his precum smeared all over her left cheek as a consequence. He hadn’t the time to even commit the memory of a couple strands of his shimmering essence keeping his length and her face connected when she eventually pulled away.

Because right after, the gorgeous mare let her eyes fall completely shut, and she finally drew the flat of her tongue up the head. She then followed that up by sealing her lips around his tip, and beginning to suckle gently.

“Oh my fuck…~” Fredrick groaned, and he let his head fall back against the chair.

He let his eyes close, just so he could have enough bandwidth to process what he was feeling.

His head was already spinning from just… everything that had hitherto happened this evening. It was just something else to feel Schnee practically cleaning off the tip of his dick of any and all precum that would accumulate. Every time she would work his shaft—and consequently, a little more pre out of him with her firm, yet gentle grip—her pony tongue was there to wipe it away clean. If her gentle, satisfied hums were any indication on top of the placid smirk at the edges of her occupied lips… she was already enjoying herself.

In particular, how he tasted.

And that was a relief. His diet the past few days hadn’t been the greatest. He only hoped that his eventual, true taste, if she so desired it, didn’t end up tasting like the byproduct of a nuclear disaster: An Elephant’s Foot of a Chernobyl nuclear disaster that churned inside his balls after an intake of too many hay burgers.

“Hmmmm~...” Schnee hummed again, seemingly more than content when she began to sink her mouth lower and lower on his shaft.

This elicited a gentle hiss from Fredrick, and the urge to run his fingers through her gorgeous mane to massage her scalp and her ears was a calling that was impossible to ignore. And by the time she had taken three-fourths of his length, he was practically gripping two handfuls of her mane like the perfect handholds they were as she began bobbing her head.

He could feel her putting all the effort into cradling his shaft with her tongue as she properly began sucking his cock. Her humming, moaning, and gentle slurping had become a staple of the room’s ambiance… along with whatever Midnight and Stella were getting up to. He couldn’t quite tell what that was, considering the abject heights of pleasure that Schnee was bringing him to already, but he knew for a fact that it was in no way chaste.

More than that, she was neither going fast, nor attempting to race to an inevitable end. She was enjoying it. Reveling in it.

And the very thought that Schnee herself was getting off on pleasuring him like this—combined with the very idea of the whole situation tonight—sent pure electricity through his nerves, intensifying just how amazing he felt from her pampering. And all that manifested into rather undignified moans, sighs, and hums of his own.

“Schnee…~” he groaned when she massaged the underside of his head with her tongue.

He could feel her smile around his dick at his reaction… and then came the need to close his eyes, lest he get past that point of no return a little too early for his liking. He wanted to hold out more for her… build more and more up for the gorgeous mare between his legs who was just oh so desperate for relief.

“Mmhmmm~...” came her riposte.

And if part of that relief came in the form of his cum, well… the ‘negotiations’ were underway. And he felt she deserved a lot more.

Either way, he intended to make her whole. With Stella, getting head from her was always sexy, sloppy, and downright delectable considering just how much of an oral fixation she seemingly had. He loved every bit of it—yet, it was a means to an end for sexier times to come thereafter.

But with Schnee, he hadn’t considered the thought that getting his dick sucked could be steaming hot and cute simultaneously. The warm, wetness of her mouth as she literally drooled over his dick and coated his entire shaft with her spittle was sublime. All the while, she continued to give off gentle, cute little hums, squeaks, and giggles of satisfaction—much like when she was getting kissed. Not to mention the audible, satisfying slurps as she continued to massage his length with her tongue, as well.

All of this was already shoving him dangerously close to the edge. He wanted this to last just a little bit longer, so he was quick to caution her a bit as her tongue ran circles around the top half of his shaft:

“Wh-whoa, Schnee… baby take it easy, girl… not just yet…” he barely managed to get out whilst he ran his fingers encouragingly through her mane.

To her credit, she did ease up a bit, in the form of sealing her hold over his shaft, and agonizingly slowly sliding her mouth back up to his tip. Fredrick figured she was about to release her prey, and pop off his cock for some other action, or to just give him a moment’s rest… especially with her purple eyes opening up and gazing up into his own. That blush would probably stain her white cheeks red with how long she kept up the flustered, desperate, horny visage.

Yet in Fredrick’s hubris of feeling secure in holding back his first, inevitable ejaculation for just a little while longer, Schnee’s eyes glimmered, then narrowed in barely contained, impish glee. And she could not hold back what would’ve been a beaming smile save for the pulsating dick in her mouth.

The human was right to suddenly feel his stomach drop—Schneeblume gave him but a single wink as a warning before her mouth, like the Secret Police of an Eastern Bloc nation, disappeared his dick entirely without a trace of it left.

Fredrick’s entire body jolted at the unexpected sensation of impaling the back of her throat. It felt like a small eternity, as he gave what little attempt he could to hold on for dear life. He didn’t want to unexpectedly blow into the back of her throat. Even though he knew the potions he took would guarantee him some significantly better stamina and endurance than he was normally used to, he wanted to kick things off properly.

In reality, Schnee’s deepthroat lasted for but a single second and a half before her mouth retreated back up his length with nary a gag. All the while, she left his still-throbbing dick caked in a thick, fresh sheen of her saliva.

Schnee had come back up for air, finally releasing Fredrick’s dick with a wet pop. She then went back to idly stroking him whilst two web-like strings of spittle-precum mix continued to connect the head of his dick and her mouth on more than just a spiritual level. What was different this time was that, as her eyes were now open, Fredrick could see just how clouded over they were, veiled by whatever raunchy, hitherto unsatisfied desires stormed about in her mind.

Never giving up her stroking, Schnee whined:

“I wanna taste it… please~...”

Fredrick likewise replied with equally desperate tone:

“Y-Yeah? You can have as much as you want, girl~.”

Schnee beamed cutely, and Fredrick figured his heart was gonna go crazy again with how her smile, her glinting eyes, and her damp mane—matted somewhat to her face—had turned her into one of the hottest mares in this world. Hell, Fredrick felt he had the hottest mares with him in the room right now.

He didn’t get much time to admire, though, as Schnee promptly descended onto his dick once more. And just like that, his eyes had fallen shut, and he allowed his head some much needed rest on the back of the chair as Schnee instantly resumed her bobbing, if only faster… not to mention how she squeezed his length between her lips and tongue as she sucked a little harder. The end result was her, on top of it all, slurping and lavishing his length louder and hungrily like it was her favorite-flavored popsicle on the hottest summer day.

And with those ever-present, much more frequent moans she hummed around him, Fredrick was powerless to not give into his own urges to moan her name.

“Oh my fuck… Schnee… don’t stop baby. Please don’t stop~...”

Schnee’s own long, drawn-out moan in response to his pleas told him everything: she wanted it. She needed it. She knew for a fact that he was on the cusp, and had been practically edging himself for an impressive amount of time thus far. She knew he wanted to burst.

She wanted it to. And Fredrick only knew how much she really, really wanted it when he was able to gaze down on the smol mare working his dick over. Seeming like she knew he was looking, Schnee, too, opened her eyes, and let him peer back into her wide-pupiled, lavender, cock-drunk eyes.

That did it completely, and he came.

“Oh fuCK!!” he cried through gritted teeth as his entire body rocked with him firing molten salvo after another of his jizz into her mouth.

Within an instant he could feel his length being cradled in the heat of Schnee’s tongue, mouth, and an olympic swimming pool of his own making therein. As for the mare herself, Fredrick was barely able to make out her eyes going quite wide for a split second… but as his dick’s gushing finally petered out into a trickle, he was able to see the mare’s face relax into one of pure bliss.

Her eyes lidded lustfully, and he felt her tongue softly working at the head of his dick as she, surprisingly, moved the literal mouthful of his jizz towards the back of her maw… all while her gentle hands continued to caress and wring out his length of any she might’ve had the displeasure of missing.

And in one final unceremonious gesture, she swallowed… and then pulled back fully off of Fredrick’s half-way flaccid cock with the cutest, hottest sigh of contentment. Fredrick twitched uncontrollably when he felt her tongue caressing and massaging his length once more in the way a mother animal would bathe its young, cleaning it off and leaving it pristine as she found it.

In one more adorable gesture that nearly got him fully hard again, she smiled brightly, as if she just got her favorite food at a restaurant… much like earlier in the evening. She then remarked:

“Ahhh~… Stella was so right. You taste pretty good, Fredrick~,” she cooed, then giggled all drunk-like before she took his semi-hard dick and drew strokes with his re-pooling precum against the top of her left breast.

His thoughts in a whirlwind and his brain having melted into a puddle of uselessness, Fredrick didn’t have any words to reply to such an assertion from the mare… merely his own lecherous stares down at her as she tried her damndest to conspicuously return him to full mast. However, Schnee mentioning Stella made him remember that his wife was just over on the couch doing god-knows-what with Midnight.

And as he managed to crane his head over to have a gander, he got his answer by visual storytelling. Apparently, he and Schnee had a bit of an audience, as he was now just registering the two of them whooping and hollering, ostensibly at what the two had done together… though realistically, Fredrick figured it was in response to Schnee’s immaculate blowjob.

Stella, despite having planted herself squarely on her knees between Midnight’s muscular legs as the latter reclined back on the couch, had more than enough mental clarity left to offer up a some words to Schnee’s assertion:

“Yer damn fuckin’ right, lass~. Mmmmph, I’m jealous… I milk that dick of his every single day I can, and I already miss it. If ya hadn’t been a right, good little slut, I’d’ve asked ya tae share~,” she teased, and she made sure to bat her eyes knowingly at a recovering Fredrick.

Midnight expressed similar thoughts:

“What a good little mare~. You told me your experiences… but you never told me just how well you could treat a cock… fuck now I definitely want what you’re having right now~.”

Stella shut her up with a tactical palming of Middy’s now-discernibly wet mound.

“Wait yer fuckin’ turn, slag… let them have their fun first. I’m thinkin’ ya won’t have tae wait much longer, anyway~.”

And the image that Stella so lewdly provided—of her and Schnee’s lips spread apart against one another, and letting their tongues divvy up his thick, fresh load between them—provided more than enough stimulation to have him recover entirely and then some. That would’ve made any man get at least half a chub despite having spewed his goo not even a minute previously… and yet here he was, the last vestiges of his immediate orgasm having faded away with only the feel-good rush having remained.

His energy had returned in full, and if he hadn’t experienced it, nor ingrained the image into his mind, he might’ve sworn that he didn’t even actually get his balls halfway drained by the gorgeous Flower Mare. It was an odd feeling that Fredrick couldn’t fully shake, and his suddenly, painfully throbbing dick that buoyed a single bead of precum to prominence on the head of his dick did not exactly belie the forceful return of his arousal.

Fredrick’s attention was pulled away from Stella’s gorgeous face—with whom he had shared another knowing wink with—when he felt the now-familiar, dainty grasp of Schnee’s fingers curling around his erect shaft. As he turned to face her again, Schnee was already back to gently stroking his full length… all while she beckoned his face down to hers so she could properly kiss him again.

He had no issue with that, and he was more than happy to dance tongues with her again… though for some reason, Schnee didn’t open her mouth up to him for that. He figured she probably didn’t want him to taste himself on her. He never really minded that—there was always something weird about denying the girl who just cleaned out his piping through his tubesteak a little tongue action for her troubles. Wasn’t like she intended to jebait him and Frosty the Snowman his sorry ass.

She was nicer than that. Much too nice for her own good, it seemed.

Nevertheless, touching tonsils wasn’t to be, nor was there to be much traditional kissing either, as Schnee pulled away from him with an intensified, devilish look in her eyes. Fredrick was more than happy to return the look, and his dick twitched again when the Flower Mare began crawling up and onto him, mounting him properly.

Fredrick was the first to remark amongst the noise the other two were making just on the couch:

“Oh my…~ though, I think you’ve been a good girl and have been waiting long enough~,” he teased.

A determined, focused look layered itself over Schnee’s presently horny gaze.

“Oh you’re goddamn right I have, Fredrick… I need to feel it now. No more games~,” she declared, and with that, she steadied herself atop his pulsating length with the help of his shoulders.

Fredrick was happy to lend both his hands to her, in the form of holding her gorgeous hips in place. Schnee glanced at him thankfully, and blew him an air-kiss as she used her left, ‘organic’ hand to line up the head of his shaft with her entrance.

All the while, Fred ran his thumbs over the front of her hips, and traced the dips and contours of the taut muscle underneath. At this point, there was zero reason to not vocalize all his lewd thoughts of the mare:

“God you’re so fucking sexy…” he said huskily. “Now I know why Midnight’s so fuckin’ obsessed with you~.”

With how colored her face and skin were from just the heat and lust generated between the two at their acts, Fredrick didn’t think it was possible for Schnee to blush any more… and yet, there she was, having retreated behind her gorgeous, jet-black mane for fractions of a second before she seemingly regained control… and re-assumed control of the situation.

Fredrick inhaled sharply when he felt the still-sensitive head of his throbbing erection pressing up against Schnee’s labia, parting them gently and just barely entering inside her.

Schnee’s reaction was similar, but she never broke eye contact for her next words:

“I could say the same about you and Stella~. Don’t think I haven’t caught all three of you staring at me over the years. But… mmmph~...” she paused, so she could gyrate her hips in a circle to feel him spreading her more.

Fredrick thought she was attempting to tease him… tease him to the brink to the point where he just pulls her down onto him. But, he knew better… and judging by Schnee’s own pained, desperate reaction to her own actions, she was likely teasing herself more than him.

“...wanna know a secret?” she asked.

He didn’t get the chance to affirm when Schnee instead leaned into his right ear. He could hear the carnal, wicked smile on her face as she whispered:

“I’ve always loved when you all eyed me up… fucked me with your eyes. It always got me so. Fucking. Wet.”

She punctuated her final word by letting her hips drop down his pole like the sparkling ball would drop on New Years Eve. Schnee sank onto his cock, slowed herself to about halfway, and held herself there. Their combined moans and sighs as she took the time to acclimate herself only further added to the allure of what was to come…

And with how he watched one of her eyes twitch slightly, and her mouth curl up lopsidedly, she had to have been savoring the moment.

Fredrick didn’t have to wait much longer, though, as Schnee then descended further and took every inch of it until he was entirely hilted into her. The craving sigh that she emitted, as if she was satiating a deep hunger after a long day of waiting for dinner, only further made him throb more and more inside her in anticipation. She was so soaked, that there wasn’t even a shred of resistance as he slid right in.

Her own throbbing practically matched his.

And it all belied just how tight around him she actually was, likely on account of her smaller size… but Fredrick sure as hell wasn’t keeping score. He was too busy watching the mare further acclimate herself around his length. Fredrick groaned and chuckled lewdly as he ran his hands over her powerful, toned thighs… thumbing through her muscle divots while he meandered up her hip bones towards her tummy.

The sight of Schnee’s lightly muscled core flexing with her attempts at steady breathing were already cumworthy. Naturally, he was gonna egg her on and see how much control over her desires he could unravel:

“Oh fuck…~” he cooed. “There you go, Schnee… you went straight for it, huh? Naughty girl~,” he teased whilst he helped himself to her tummy, running his thumbs over her abs and circling her navel.

Schnee let loose an approving, slutty whimper, which morphed into a giggle in kind whilst she steadied herself: she firmly gripped both of his shoulders so she could lean into his face and nuzzle him with impunity.

“Hmmmm~,” she cooed back in kind. “Always… mmmph~... Wanted to know how this felt inside me~.”

Forehead-to-forehead, Fredrick let Schnee continue to keep herself stable, and that’s when he figured he should let his hands fall back to her hips. He knew what was gonna happen next, though his attention was drawn away for a brief moment when he again noticed a couple scars near her right hip dip.

Fredrick was just drooling at this point.

“God you’re so fucking sexy, Schnee~.”

He didn’t think she could get any redder in the face, but even then he was proven wrong when the smol mare started grinding her hips nice and easily against him. The sudden acute bit of pleasure that seemed to strike them both at the start of proper fucking manifested in a combined, hungry groan. Still nice and steady, Schnee began to work her hips up and down, properly—if with a much more tentative approach, at least at first—bouncing on his dick.

Even with just these small, easy movements, and having just cum quite recently, Fredrick could already feel himself building up again. Any semblance of a refractory period was completely wiped away from his mind, and in the end, to him, he could feel the swelling of his dick as if he was slowly building up to what would be the first, massive orgasm of the night.

He knew better… but these potions were working their literal magic on him.

Schnee’s open-mouthed moans brought him back to the present:

“Oh fuck… oh scheiß…~” came her breathy, husky cries.

With how well she was already moving her hips and legs to piston herself onto his rod, Fredrick eyed what he could of her backside. Those muscular asscheeks of hers looked like mighty-fine handholds to coax her further, as she seemed to not need any stabilizing for either of their sakes. Considering how far along the two of them were in enjoying each other’s bodies carnally, Fredrick deduced that he needn’t the permission to slap both of his hands to either side of her ass and start kneading in sync with her motions.

He did just that—the slap against her ass echoed lightly through the room and elicited a curt yelp from the depths of Schnee’s throat that only fueled Fredrick further in getting proper, meaty grips of her cheeks. If anything, it helped keep a lid on things so he didn’t release a second time earlier than he’d like to.

“Such a perfect ass… I bet the others have a great view of it bouncing on my dick~,” he teased.

Schnee gritted her teeth suddenly and arched her hips into his harshly.

“C-Cumming..~!” she moaned.

Fredrick beamed as he could simultaneously feel her tightening around him… almost to the point where she nearly forced him out of her with how hard her internal muscles pulsed, squeezed, and attempted (in vain) to milk him.

“Oh fuck yes, Schnee… there we go~...” he whispered as he pulled her nice and close. Bodies now flush together, Fredrick’s carnality had taken full control as his more tending and caring side during sex assumed direct control in the form of him continuing to fondly murmur:

“Good girl… and so soon? You must’ve really been pent up, hotstuff~.”

Schnee bit her lip, and he knew his encouragement was working as intended as she slowly began to writhe on him yet again, coming right back for more. He knew well and good from Stella being in heat a few times during the course of their relationship that this wouldn’t be a one-and-done… he was under no illusions.

Not that he cared. The potions, combined with his own more recent orgasm had ensured that he had only modestly built up to his next orgasm. He had plenty more to give on all fronts, and Schnee was welcome to nuzzle, grind, and writhe against him to the ends of her own delight. The feeling of her velvety, toned, lithe body flush against him as she was going through her motions was more than enough to satisfy him in the interim.

And it earned quite the comment from Stella from the couch… one which seemed strained through the throes of lust from whatever the two of them were getting themselves up to. Fredrick was in no position to angle himself around Schnee’s body to see, but based on the context clues of Stella’s moaning through her words and what sounded distinctly like sloppy sucking, fondling, and giggling from Midnight, he had a decent idea of what was happening.

“Mmmph~... fuuuuck yes, Fredrick. The Alemane slag doesn’t even mount ya fer… ahhh~!... fer thirty seconds and she’s fuckin’ sauced herself. Fuck I love ya so much~.”

Schnee was beginning to buck her hips idly again, which extorted some telltale pleasure in his voice with Fredrick’s reply:

“Yesss… though it really… fuck… really helped that I had the best teacher imaginable~. Love you too, sexy~,” he cooed right back.

Any further correspondence he was to have with his wife was cut off when Schnee angled his face back towards hers and immediately slipped her tongue back in his mouth. Accepting her in with glee, Schnee let out a drawn-out moan as she picked right back up where she left off in rhythmically riding his rod.

It felt… divine. That much was easy to ascertain by his groans alone once Schnee had her fill of sucking his tongue, for now at least. Even though her own moans mixed with his in their own little chorus of carnal pleasure, Fredrick wasn’t going to turn down not telling the smol mare how amazing she was. He adopted a knowing, shit-eating smirk atop his now pleasantly hot, damp face:

“Oh fuck… oh Schnee~... back at it so soon?” he dared to ask.

“Y-Yessss~... Please, I want more. I need more~.”

Fredrick licked his lips, bore his gaze into her eyes, and huskily stated:

“No one’s stopping you. Take your fill~.”

All the while, one of his hands slid back up her flexed tummy and mounted one of her bouncing tits, cradling her nipple in the crook in the pinching grasp of his fingers where he was able. His other hand fell to her hipbone once again to help keep her steady through her vigorous dickriding—after her first orgasm, her coordination and cohesion of what she wanted physically had dropped drastically.

Not that it was an issue for him. Fredrick found it beyond hot that she had practically lost all sense of control… when she was supposed to be the one in a controlling position right now!

Schnee seemed to feed off of his words, and in a burst of speed and vigor, she began impaling herself fully on his dick, riding up and down his entire length to the point where Fredrick felt he was gonna slip out of her. That gave him all the excuse to hold her fully by her hips, and run his thumbs over her hip dips, bones, and feel just how hard her lower core muscles were working. Hell, he’d even keep eye-contact with her if she could hold it for very long without letting her eyes fall lopsidedly shut.

“Ahhh… AHHH! FUCK!” she cried out again when she slammed down much harder onto Fredricks hips, making his entire length disappear inside her as she came again after barely another thirty seconds of fucking.

Fredrick was all-too happy to be accommodating, and held her closely against him once again as she writhed and rode out her second orgasm in quick succession. He massaged her back and dug his fingertips into her asscheeks while he whispered gruffly into her ear:

“Goooood girl~... Very good girl, Schnee. We gotta let it all out, baby~.”

She continued to pulsate around him… continued to subconsciously try to milk him once again, and drain his balls to her own delight, rather than just his.

“Heh… ahhh~,” she groaned back, open-mouthed, and once she locked onto his adoring stare again, Fredrick could practically see the bright hearts in the pupils of her lavender eyes, set alight by her own, limitless arousal.

She continued:

“I’m sorry… I just. I can’t handle you like this. I’m so horny…” she slurred out.

She then nuzzled into his chest, and drew the flat of her tongue up the inside of his left pec. Her further response was delayed somewhat when she followed that up with further affection lavished on his chest by her tongue. Apparently she enjoyed treating him like a saltlick on account of the light, dampness that formed as the two fucked.

Fredrick ran his fingers through her long, flowing, now-damp and matted mane as she continued to enjoy his body:

“Yeah… you’re definitely a horny girl, that’s for sure~.”

She suddenly stopped her extra bit of enjoyment and glared back into his eyes with the same erotic fervor she had been trying to hide all day.

“I want you to cum again, too,” she groaned. “Please, Freddy… Friedrich… I want it,” she panted. Her pleading, carnal whining continued:

“I need it. I want it inside me. I need it inside me. Please~...”

Fredrick bit his lip, giggled, and offered up a gentle buck of his hips upward to further nudge his length inside her, however much farther that took. Beyond Schnee’s sudden gasping and gyrating of her hips in answer to Fredrick’s own little mischief, Stella had something to say about their little exchange just then:

“Mmmph~... fuck… now she wants ya tae sauce her babychamber? Shit lad… I think I fuckin’... aaaAAhhhH…~ I fuckin’ taught ya too well, mate! Fuckin’ right stud, I’m really impressed~.”

Fredrick, this time did his best to angle his gaze around Schnee so he could give Stella a more personal waggle of his eyebrows in response. In reality, met with the sudden, boner-swelling sight of a nude Midnight’s long tongue slithering simultaneously over his equally-nude wife’s clit and her entrance, any snarky response died on the tip of his tongue.

“Holy fuck… you’re impressed? Look at you two~. And you give me way too much credit, babe. I don’t think I did that much to get this one cumdrunk for me~,” he said, then punctuated with a firm, meaty slap on Schnee’s ass and a tug of her tail.

Stella, who had just witnessed that entire exchange between the two of them, purred in Fredrick’s direction whilst she wove her fingers through Midnight’s mane to encourage more of that magic she was working on her slit.

“Fuck me am I proud tae call ya me husband, lad~.”

Fredrick blew an air-kiss in Stella’s direction. He then turned his full attention back to the gorgeous Alemanian mare who was just begging for more attention… and his gaze narrowed lasciviously when he drummed up a quick idea of just what to do to her next. And in that same vein, he figured now was a great time to respond to her previous statements, or rather, her demands.

“Yeah? Is that what you want, gorgeous~?” he asked, cocking his eyebrow knowingly, all while he ran his hands back up her body to her heaving tits which were just inviting to be handled some more.

She nodded a bit too excitedly, locks of her mane dislodging from the dampness of her forehead and partially veiling one of her eyes in the process. Like with Stella whenever her responses were laced with ‘horny’ (and they always were), Fredrick didn’t think he’d ever get tired of just how sexy her accented words would grace his ears:

“Mmmhmmm~. More than anything~! I want you to fuck me until you explode.”

Fredrick cocked an eyebrow, depressing both her nipples into her breasts under his thumbs like the cute little buttons they were.

“Oh? Until I explode~?” he asked.

Schnee emitted an immensely hot hybrid of a squeak and a whine.

“Ja, bitte~. I want to feel it inside me. I want to feel how hot and warm you’ll make me inside… and maybe… just maybe…”

She pressed her nose into Fredrick’s, and the human could see the lust-kindled, crazed inferno in her horny eyes.

“...you’ll put a foal into me~.”

Fredrick could feel his pupils widening by the millisecond as Schnee uttered those fateful words… the same words that let him in on the fact that Stella had a small breeding kink. And that in turn led to a hell of a conversation after the fact, that no one really had a ‘breeding’ kink… it just came with your biological programming.

Stella had then promptly told him to shut his whore mouth and mind his own goddamn business if he knew what was good for him.

And then they had fucked again, but that was neither here nor there. All that to say, Fredrick knew better than to reply with a witty, smartass remark right this moment after Schnee’s heat-stricken mouth had laid bare her hope for him to flat-out impregnate her. In the end, he figured that it was just best to relish in the fact that she wanted him to creampie her in copious quantities.

He grinned evilly at her, though he was sure the powerful throbbing in his dick—reluctantly removed from her depths—was personally pumping ‘the horny’ directly into his sparkling gaze up at this mare.

“Ohhhh, so that’s what you want, huh?” he asked. “You want me to just fuck you pregnant, huh?”

She nodded so fast, in conjunction with her cartoonishly large eyes and pupils right now, he half expected her head to fly off.

“YES!” she growled through her native tongue. She then followed up with another demand in which Fredrick could only pick out one or two words… though he nevertheless knew exactly what she was asking for:

“Please… take me. Now. Take me and fuck me and fill me!”

Fredrick heard some commotion from the couch, and without even attempting to find her, he let Stella’s ultimatum enter his ears:

“Fuuuuck~... mate, if ya don’t fuckin’ do it, I’ll get some fuckin’ potion sixty-three again and do it m’self! Chop chop—Mmmph—get a fuckin’ move on yer cock and balls, ya slack cunt!”

Cackling, Fredrick happily took over control right away, and gently nudged Schnee off his lap. The porcelain-coated mare bit her lip as she complied with his wordless order, and apparently attempting to show what a ‘good girl’ she was, she quickly fell to her knees. Fredrick observed, stunned as she then trapped her chest between her two biceps, which pushed her breasts up… and combined with how she looked up at him with a beaming smile and puppydog-esque eyes, she appeared ready to ‘receive’ anything he would give her.

It certainly sent a swell of blood into his already quite erect rod, and as lovely an image his mind conjured of grabbing a fistful of her mane and fucking her mouth until he unloaded all over that pretty little face was… he had other plans that would fulfil the ‘request’ she had just made.

“Not this time, cutie~,” came his husky reply to her demeanor, and instead he stooped down low to scoop her up in his grasp, bridal style.

Schnee giggled like a schoolgirl the entire time, and she cutely brought her hands up to mask her blushing, adorable face… all while she gently kicked her hooves back and forth in a gleeful display of barely-contained giddiness. Despite the heart-heart-attack-inducing display, one thing he noticed as he hauled her towards the nearest wall behind the chair they were using was how dense her little form was. She was certainly lighter than Stella… but the muscle mass that made itself known in her legs especially was nothing to sneeze at in terms of weight.

He could definitely ‘toss her around,’ per his previous retard-assessment of the situation. But he’d break more than a little bit of a sweat doing so than he had previously thought… that was for sure.

“You may get bored of me saying this… but Christ you’re just so fucking adorably sexy… how you’re still single? I have no goddamn clue,” he voiced, right as he set her down on her somewhat shaky hooves, just facing the wall.

And despite her apparent instability after the gnarly impaling she put herself through, Schnee knew exactly what was being asked of her. Her lewd smile intensified as she pressed her hands against the wall, stiffened her arms, and then angled her back expertly, which jutted her ass out oh-so enticingly towards Fredrick. Her jet-black tail swished and twirled hypnotically over her lower back and backside, swaying in kind with her hips in an attempt to guide him like an aircraft to a runway.

As if he needed any more enticing, Schnee then lifted her tail fully to reveal to him her damp, drooling pussy in full 4K resolution and the perfect lighting of the room. So wet was she, in the glimmer of the aforementioned lighting of the room, Fredrick could see the rivulets of her arousal that unstuck between her inner thighs as she spread them apart, and had run down the back of her muscular legs.

Just above that was her flexed, perfect, porcelain ass that he had all the pleasure of digging his fingers into over the last… however many minutes had passed thus far.

Giggling and blushing wildly, the looks Fredrick was giving her (along with his dick visibly twitching) showered her with compliments in ways that meant so much more to her than mere words could convey. Putting the dexterity of her tail to use, she wrapped what she could around Fredrick’s hand and pulled him closer, making sure he knew exactly where he was supposed to be.

“Come here, stud~.”

Once again, the enraptured human knew exactly what she said despite knowing few of the words. The final measure of cherry on top was when she then reached under her, between her legs, and spread her pussylips apart… which revealed to him the depths of her red-hot tunnel in all its succulent, needy glory.

Fredrick worked on lining himself up right away, laying a hand on one of her hips, though not without delivering another firm swat to her left asscheek, which earned him a promiscuous moan and giggle bundled into one. Further, it was impossible to resist the urge of running the head of his bare, leaking, throbbing dick up and down the length of her pussy, which further coaxed more twitches out of her lower body. A single, thick strand of his precum connected his dick to her slit, and he was keen on finding himself rearranging her insides properly.

“Fuck yes, gorgeous~... I’m all yours right now~,” he cooed.

Schnee bit her lip and batted her eyelashes back at him through the damp veil of her mane.

“Please… Friedrich…,” she pleaded, and then followed up with a proper, militaristic order in her own language that everyone in the room could understand through her heat-addled state:

“Gib. Mir. Ein. Baby~!”

The whole idea of demanding to get impregnated was something that always struck him in this world in regards to estrus cycles. In the end, as Stella had explained to him previously, him not being able to actually fulfill that potentially disastrous, lust-corrupted request was something that truly made him valuable beyond what he brought to the world with his personality… and hence, where they all were right now. Still, it never brought him any clarity as to what he could actually say to someone like Schnee… who was begging him to stuff her, creampie her, and load up her baby chamber.

“Naughty girl~,” came his husky reply. “But fuck yeah I’ll do my best!”

And with a little coaxing from her as she literally backed her ass up into him just that much more. Her drawn-out moan of satisfaction sounded through the room as he finally slid his head—and then his length—into her inch by inch. Keeping both his hands on her hips, and then subsequently slapping them both to her asscheeks to watch them jiggle and further draw out her pleasurable sounds, he finally bottomed out into her. He let his eyes droop slightly as her enveloping warmth radiated outward from just around his dick, to his entire body. Despite how tight she was from before, there seemed to be even less resistance this time around, and in the end, he had slid right in.

He could feel her twitching and shivering as he did… and he wasn’t entirely sure, but was pretty sure she came again once he bottomed out inside her, based on the length of her throaty whimper alone.

From out of sight, it was now Midnight’s turn to apparently offer her appraisal of the view the two of them were providing:

“Mmmmph~. God you two look so delicious. Oh fuck~... mmmph~... lucky you, Freddy boy~. Give it to her!”

Fredrick could only imagine what Stella was doing to her in comeuppance for what pleasures she was put through… but he was sure he’d get all the details after the fact. His only goal right now was to quite literally fuck the heat out of this smol, lovely soldier mare who deserved so much more than really any of them could give her.

And so with his hands still on her hip bones for use as more-than appropriate handholds, Fredrick started thrusting into her. With his own arousal having assumed complete control thanks entirely to the potions he took in conjunction with being surrounded by the pure manifestation of ‘sex,’ he felt little need to temper his initial strokes into Schnee. Biting his lip, he made sure that the whole room could hear his hips smacking into Schnee’s ass with every forward thrust.

Schnee’s little body lurched forward in sync, though her hands and arms kept her dutifully planted and anchored against the wall… all which was needed for Fredrick to beat into her as deep, hard, and fast as he was. Though he was distracted enough with just how amazing she felt around his cock each time he sunk into her, he couldn’t deny how sexy she looked when she tried to look back at him, or make halfway proper eye-contact.

“Fuck… yes…” Fredrick’s mind uttered for him, with not much else able to properly convey how great his dick was feeling without trading blood for brainpower from elsewhere.

‘Try’ was the key-word here, as her already weakened legs plus whatever pleasure he was injecting into her was giving her a proper fight for stability in coherence, if the rhythmic, husky breathing and moans she was emitting was anything to go by. In reality, all she ended up doing was jutting her ass outward more into Fredrick’s motions… as if doing so would force more and more of his rod into her hot depths.

Her barely-coherent answer to both Fredrick’s way with few words and his actions was shaky—literally—at best:

“Ohhhh… f-fuck…~ Ahhhnn~... yess… ja…!”

Schnee went rigid again, and nearly pushed him out of her when she came around him yet again with a hitch in her whimpering. And yet, she pushed backward into him. She was in no way done:

“Hah… More… please…~”

He didn’t even really stop, per se, and was more than happy to pick up his original speed.

She let her head sag between her arms as Fredrick could hear her biting her lip, and her erstwhile, vocal moans of pleasure instead emerged as pleading whines from her throat as she fought to keep any semblance of stability against their chosen wall. He watched as her mane drooped sexily around her head and down her back, veiling her and swaying each time he sunk his dick into her. Her tits, bouncing and undulating with each forward thrust, were the delicious accents to it all.

“Always~... Always for a good girl~...” he moaned, though in the heat of the moment, he couldn’t really be sure what he had said made any sense or even sounded sexy.

The full effects of the potion were now upon him, deep within the throes of such a lecherous act while his smoking hot wife was equally getting up to sexy shenanigans that they’d surely reminisce about later. All that occupied the various regions of his brain was the singular, biological, carnal need to fuck the absolute shit out of this mare.

But not only that, it was now the singular purpose to just cum.

And the fact that her tail was swishing metronomically in front of him was a provocation too hypnotizing to pass up, so he unceremoniously grasped it from the base and pulled her back onto his hips as he bucked forward. For extra good measure, he used his free hand to swat her ass once again, yet firmly at the same time.

Her reaction was, predictably, immediate… considering he gave her no pause—no acclimation period for the change. He carried on slamming her hips into his as her astonishment emerged in the form of:

“OH. MEIN. GOTT!” followed by a continuous, whimpering, whining moan that told him just how much she—and her pussy—were melting around his dick.

He didn’t need to be made aware by words and moans alone: each time his cock disappeared into Schnee’s pussy, her ‘arousal runoff’ did well to coat the fronts of his hips and thighs. He had her right where he wanted her… and boy would he exploit every bit of that on account of his dick becoming hypersensitive and seeming like it swelled further within her.

“Harder… ahh! please fuck me harder!! Ahh! Make me cum again!”

Fredrick smirked, then chuckled evilly as he yanked her tail back yet again.

“Heh, like this?” he added, punctuating his words with yet another tail yank, coupled with stuffing his entire length into her after he pulled out to just below his head. She let out the most adorable, sex-laden ‘eep!,’ which only spurred him onward to something a little more dastardly:

He released her tail, and instead got a nice helping of her flowing main in his hand before it suffered the same fate, getting pulled taut, and yanking her head back all the while. Her reaction to this change was stark in the form of a feral, demanding:

“JA! JA, BITTE~!

“AHH FUCK I’M… CUMMING AGAIN…!”

He didn’t have to know what she said. He felt it. Fredrick could add a notch of ‘make a girl cum so hard or so much she reverts back to her first language’ to his pride.

Each consecutive thrust and the resulting moans—along with the verbal pleas they evoked—aided in the gradual buildup in his loins. Whatever insensitivity had affected him from his previous orgasm was completely gone, replaced by a feeling of his balls seemingly becoming heavier and bloated. His dick throbbed with an intensity that heretofore he had never experienced.

Schnee appeared to pick up on this right away, and encouraged his strategy fully in the form of angling her gaze back at him with sultrily lidded eyes. Through the damp veil of her bangs, she still continued to belt out her exhortations, holding as much eye contact as she could with him all the while. Her tongue lolled slightly out of her mouth at various points… and as Schnee further backed her ass into him every time he so much as bucked his hips forward, the resulting, continued hammering deep inside her further spiraled her into more unhinged, depraved words of encouragement as she herself got closer and closer:

“Fuck… Fredrick… Ahhh… fill. Me. Up. Achh… Impregnate. Me. Claim. Me. Tame. Me. Fuck. Meeee~!”

And that depravity further fueled his own desire to explode deep within her, as was her request after all. He couldn’t even hear what was going on on the couch anymore with just how loud Schnee was moaning, pleading, and letting loose variations of his name and expletives in the process. The feedback loop that was created had now placed him on the final stretch—he could feel the most pleasant tickle at the base of his dick begin to build and swell his pleasure like a hose filling a balloon.

Schnee seemed in no better straits.

Fredrick felt this was the best position to be in, and he decided to make it all the more memorable with the advantages afforded to him based on their position and size disparities.

And in that final stretch, Fredrick gritted his teeth and channeled a burst of eagerness for the crescendo. Stopping his thrusting if but for a few precious seconds, the human dropped his hand to the back of Schnee’s right leg, just behind the knee. Channeling the heightened coordination he sported from just being so close to the precipice, he scooped her right leg up and folded it over his forearm. Moreover, her now semi-twisted orientation against the wall gave Stella and Midnight a bit more of a show of the ‘real happenings between them…’ if they were even paying attention at this point.

And apparently they were when Fredrick heard Midnight distinctly exclaim, astonished:

“Holy… fuck…!”

The vocal gasp Schnee emitted at the sudden alteration of her positioning was adorable, but it was quickly replaced once again with guttural moaning when Fredrick was quick to slot himself right back into her… with the only difference being the comparatively more exciting position allowing him to hit her differently.

He wasn’t sure if she came again right then, but he had his suspicions.

“FUCK!” she cried out, eyes wide, and not particularly focusing on anything anymore.

“Ahhnn~! Ah… AH! Fuck me! Keep fucking me like this, ahh! I’ll kill you if you stop… FUCK ME!”

Fredrick gritted his teeth and continued working his hips into her, his face now much more damp with exertion… though his energy levels continued to remain impossibly high. Whatever was in this potion was simply otherworldly.

He practically growled her name as the end was upon them:

“Schnee… oh fuck, baby!

The Alemaneian mare knew that tone well, and she sounded like she was drooling when she uttered:

“Fredrick! Just like that, Liebling~. Ahh!!

“I’m so close again, baby… mmmph~. I need it! Rut my pussy! Ahhh! I want it raw in the morning! PLEASE… don’t pull out~!”

In any normal context for him, even just reading something like that would be grounds for cringe. But in the state he was, with his balls-deep inside her and on the verge of emptying said balls into her womb, those words might as well have been angelic scripture that exhorted all his affection… and his semen.

“Yeah??”

“Ja—AHH!” Schnee was interrupted when he thrust a little harder than he was. She quivered on her one, shaky leg.

“I’m gonna cum again—AHH! FREDRICK SHOOT… FUCK! A FAT LOAD INTO ME! INSIDE ME!”

“Schnee it’s coming…~!”

“Do it! Ahh! MMMPH AHH—!”

Schnee came intensely, and Fredrick certainly felt a new rush of wetness against him as she tightened noticeably around him. She went silent as what would’ve been a shrill moan of climax was blunted by her breath catching. Instead, her howls of orgasm came as infrequent twitching and shuddering as the last of her strength seemingly left her body through the contractions of her pussy.

Fredrick, meanwhile, with Schnee’s overt encouragement, completely and unceremoniously unloaded into her. He felt his cum rush straight into the depths of her pussy the mere moment he hilted himself into her one more time. Like a sword into its sheath, Fredrick held himself there and let his own quivering, shaky moans and growls—which more than competed with Schnee’s for dominance—waterfall from his lips whilst his dick pulsed nigh-painfully with each spewed volley injection of his seed.

All of this was accompanied by little micro-thrusts into the smol mare as his orgasm, much more powerful than the last, wrung his heavy balls entirely. Though she remained a most pleasant embrace around him, Fredrick could feel his softening member bathed in his own cum deep within her… and though he couldn’t see it right now, a slight disturbance down by his feet indicated that some measure of his handiwork escaped its confines, and dripped out of her and down to the floor beneath their feet and hooves.

He let her leg back down, nice and slowly, but dared not pull out just yet.

“Fuck… holy fuckin’ shit… Schnee~.”

“Fried… rich~. Freddie~. Mmmph~.”

They held their position, with Fredrick taking a much more tender hold of the shaky mare. Though he was fully spent and regained some measure of coherence, Fredrick was keen on just letting this moment play out, along with the flowing warmth over his body that it came with. Whilst he continued to run his hands over her back, Schnee’s legs wobbled something fierce, and her support via her arms appeared to be giving way as well. In conjunction with her incoherent murmurings and mewlings, fully-closed eyes, flushed face, and her lower lip soaked in her drool, the human was even somewhat impressed with himself…

…even if he owed a fair amount of his vigor and recovery to the potions he took. Hell, he already felt himself getting a half-chub again as he slowly, tenderly retreated from inside Schnee.

“Ahhh… aahh!” came her residual, twitchy moaning.

Though twitching at the extra sensitivity he now felt, it was nothing compared to the mare he just fucked, who continued to writhe and allow her ass to be pulled back by force of dick… as if she was trying desperately to keep him inside her by instinct alone. She released him though, much to her deep chagrin, and Fredrick watched amusedly as whatever strength was propping her up, suddenly seemed to leave her body and evaporate.

He leaned against the back of the chair, and watched as Schnee—completely and utterly spent, for now—fell to her knees in front of the wall, and slid the rest of the way, having let her now-lame legs crumple beneath her. With the last of her strength, while still shaky and whimpering, she turned herself over and leaned her back against the wall where they just finished the dirtiest of deeds.

Breathing heavily himself, and not bothering to wipe the drops of sweat that had properly accumulated on his brow, Fredrick watched, chuffed, to see Schnee’s tired eyes having glazed over entirely with a far-off look… and in the end, stared off into nowhere in particular as she rested. Her legs remained splayed wide enough where her thoroughly-fucked pussy quite visibly oozed a modest bit of his thick cum, which dribbled down and pooled a tiny puddle just beneath her.

It was all overtaken by the most satisfied, calm, contented, open-mouthed grin he had seen her sport tonight, along with a forthcoming, relaxed:

“Hmmmm~.”

He himself was content on taking a breather, and letting his continued deep breathing do the talking between them.

The sight in and of itself was nearly enough to get him to full mast again, though he’d still need at least a couple minutes given his tired state and the sheer intensity of what had just transpired… or so he thought. Like clockwork, the refractory period potion began working its magic again, and he could feel a warmth diffuse throughout his lower body barely perceptibly. Like a figurative eraser on a chalkboard, any post-orgasmic sensitivity or pain from such a powerful splooging seemed to be gradually wiped away until it felt like, yet again, he was as horny as he could be and had not cum a single time tonight.

He didn’t think he’d be getting over that disconnect between his mind, his corporeal feeling, nor what he had seen figuratively with his own eyes.

So much so, that he forgot there were two other mares in the room with them… mares who, having not glanced in their general direction for a while, were oddly quiet right now. Even so, he could still feel their stares, and in turning to look at them, Fredrick couldn’t suppress a smug, prideful smile when he found them with both their jaws completely slackened.

He cocked an eyebrow and acknowledged them with a single nod:

“Ladies…~” he cooed, and Stella was snapped out of her horny stupor with a deep chuckle.

She replied, spent herself, yet wholly impressed and proud at the display her husband put on:

“F-Fer fuuuuuck’s sake, lad! Good fuckin’ show… ya even made me jealous!” she exclaimed, and apparently the thoughts of what they had seen from their position had stuck with her, because Stella’s hand found itself between her legs once more.

Fredrick was unceremoniously brought back to full mast as he watched his wife caress her soaked slit in circles. The pride in her voice outweighed her abject horniness, though:

“You look like ya did a fuckin’ number on her… I think she’s one satisfied slut. Innit, Schnee?” she called out.

The fuck-drunk mare only barely mustered a “Mhmmm~!” And that was all Fredrick needed to hear.

Stella then sprawled out lazily.

“Holy shit mate… mmmm~, well done~.”

He smirked and winked lasciviously at his wife.

“I learned from the best, after all~.”

Stella purred.

“Flatterer~.”

Midnight, however, wasn’t proud per se. She was profoundly aroused at what she saw, if her abyssal, wide pupils, blushed face, and panting breathing were anything to go by. At the start of Stella’s final word, the built mare had stood ramrod off the couch and marched directly at him with carnal purpose in that gaze of hers.

Seeing her approach with such intent immediately elicited a sudden, ‘scaroused’ pang in his stomach, which then traveled right back down into his fully re-hardened dick in the form of a semi-painful twitch.

“You are not done yet, mister! You are going right back into that chair…” she declared, and practically picked him up by the waist and transplanted him back into the familiar embrace of where it all started.

“...right now!” she finished as she set him down clumsily.

Now back in the literal first position he found himself in, Fredrick’s eyes scanned upward and finally focused on Midnight’s nude, chiseled form in all its Amazoness-like glory. Her copper coat seemed to radiate the warm light of the room, which further glinted off every nook, cranny, and crevice of her seemingly perfectly-carved musculature… at least, from her massive legs up to that marble-carved core of hers. Those large, teardrop tits, sitting atop the undeniably powerful pecs which would put the endurance of men or stallions larger than him to shame, adorned her upper torso…

…and those dark, small, hard nipples looked like they could cut diamonds. They held sheen-like wetness on them, too. Apparently Stella had more than her fair share of them. He couldn’t wait to mix his spit with hers.

In such a statuesque pose, he watched as Midnight smirked knowingly back at Stella, whom he could see was on cloud nine, somehow fucked stupid with how she lazed on the couch with her own legs spread. Her face was bright red, and her eyes weren’t focusing on anything but the ceiling. She harbored a most content smile with copious amounts of drool at the edge of her lip—apparently after the few words they shared, it all finally hit her in the best of ways.

He smirked, and cackled internally. She definitely couldn't handle the ‘Song style.’

“And Stella? I’m sorry in advance… but I’m gonna need to borrow your stud right fucking now~.”

With those words, his eyes went wider at the implication of what was about to happen. He knew it was going to once she physically set him back down on the chair. But seeing the state his wife was left in further hammered home the point that he was likely in for the same treatment… or something else entirely…

…if those deep, emerald eyes of hers which were now hyper-focused on him, were anything to go by. Said eyes were proclaiming loudly as to how the night would end.

As for Stella, Fredrick glanced back over to her when she responded in a weak, but coherently recovering state:

“A-Aye, lass…~ mmph. Fuck, me legs—just return him back tae me still workin’, aye Midds? Preferably… ah… same or better condition~.”

Midnight didn’t regard her with her eyes, but merely returned Fredrick’s gesture in scanning up and down his body. She seemingly enjoyed what she saw, as she ran her tongue over the tip of one of her fangs before biting her lower lip.

She giggled needily—a neediness that only a powerful mare swept up in the current of an impending, even more powerful heat could project.

“Hehe, absolutely no guarantees, Stella~.”

All the while, Fredrick heard some stirring behind him from an incapacitated Schnee… some weak words remarking about a ‘hot, sex-crazed mare’ or something similar. He wondered whom that was in reference to.

Nor did he really have the chance to verify that Schnee was actually okay, as the moment he attempted to glance behind him, he was pushed back into the familiar embrace of the chair. And only when Midnight’s nude body straddled his legs, did he realize that it was her turn to now sit on his lap. The main difference as he scanned up her perfectly chiseled body once more was the sheer weight difference between her, Schnee, and even Stella! Very noticeable. Pleasant, but noticeable.

This was easily explained by the vast difference between not only their statures, but their body types in general… not that Fredrick had any problem with the extra weight that ‘befell’ his lap just below his rock-hard dick—being allowed to drink in Midnight’s entire body this intimately was more than acceptable.

Fredrick ran his hands gently up Midnight’s available thighs, though it was immediately apparent that there was no need for ‘gently,’ as her quads were solid blocks of metal with just enough give in them to know that she was still flesh and bone. It was exactly what he admired about Stella and her ass, and he and his dick were in perfect agreement.

Midnight, at that moment, said nothing, and was keen to just use her advantage in height over him to properly leer down at him like a carnally-enraptured predator animal… as if she was letting him toy with her for the time being before she inevitably struck. She lowered her eyelids, and bit her lip down at him with her own powerful, lust-filled smile which Fredrick was all-too keen to return.

Fredrick was temporarily brought out of his tunnel vision when he noticed Stella getting up and meandering her way over towards Schnee, who was presumably still seated yet perched up against the wall.

She giggled as she put that extra sway in her hips—along with a requisite, coruscating twirl of her gorgeous tail—that always drove Fredrick mad with desire.

“Fuck me, lass… mare down! He did a fuckin’ number on ye~,” she ‘observed.’

Schnee groaned in return, and pointedly—weakly—added:

“A wonderful, sexy, gorgeous number indeed~.”

Midnight this time let Fredrick get a good look at Stella tenderly pulling Schnee’s nude body fully on the floor and off the wall-perch… and then the both of them watched as Stella straddled her in a familiar manner. Such a straddling didn’t last very long before the guardsmare lay herself fully on top of the Flower Mare for some action of her own.

“Always wanted tae do this since I first met yer fuckin’, cutie-fuckin’-licious ass~,” she said before she initiated a sloppy makeout.

“Mmmmph~!”

The highlight of the view was their positioning, in which Fredrick (and presumably Midnight) were able to catch Stella’s drenched slit placed just above Schnee’s full, cum-leaking pussy. Though both of them seemed pretty spent, he at least got a great view of the snuggle-fest and what sounded like their tongues really going at it, along with some tell-tale fondling.

God-fucking-damn!

Yet another image to sear into Fredrick’s brain as a permanent memory. Sometimes he wished he had the ability to ‘screenshot’ his vision properly without a camera.

He felt a warm, strong finger hook his chin and turn him to face Midnight properly. From there, he watched as she brought both her hands to her much larger tits, which sat a little higher above his face, and squeezed them enticingly. Her darker nipples puffed out as she squeezed them together, and she leaned forward just enough to graze his face with them… all before teasingly pulling back with a knowing giggle.

Needless to say, he was taken.

“Heard you just loooove titties, Freddie~... so how’re these?”

Fredrick didn’t get the chance to say how much he’s always enjoyed glancing at them and having them nearly at eye-level with him at all times… as Midnight quite literally pulled him in for a closer look: hand on the back of his head, she used her free arm to push her tits up from underneath and then yanked him into her cleavage. Fredrick happily inhaled her flowery, yet sweaty scent once his nose was against her sternum and his cheeks were squished by her large girls.

Midnight continued her evil giggling all while she shimmied them against his face for a couple seconds.

Fredrick took this as the start of ‘things’ between them, and subsequently as his cue to continue on his end. He slapped his hands onto her rock-hard thighs and gripped them nice and tightly… though with immediate hindsight, that did more damage to his hands and fingers, but thankfully, Midnight seemed to appreciate the gesture, as she pulled back just enough to give him a proper kiss…

… and the literal moment he opened his mouth to her playfully prodding tongue, she shoved that thing into the back of his throat

He widened his eyes as he thought he was literally about to get suffocated by her tongue, but thankfully it wasn’t to be as she retreated enough to more respectably wrestle with his own. The two of them devolved into moans all the while as she took her fill of a surprisingly deep, yet lightning quick makeout. What made it even more pleasure-filled, and humorous for Fredrick, went beyond Midnight’s immaculate kissing ability—that was readily apparent and beyond dispute.

He could prominently taste Stella’s sweet, pineapple essence on her tongue.

God he loved his mare. God he loved his friends!

Once they separated, he could properly answer:

“Just… Amazing~,” he cooed, and further expanded upon his words huskily once he ‘took possession’ of her orbs from her own hands:

“Big and heavy,” he observed out loud. “Just how I love ‘em.”

With that, he couldn’t deny his hunger any longer, and drew the entire surface area of his tongue over the front of Midnight’s left tit, though he made sure to purposefully track around her pert nipple. He lived for these girls’ reactions, and the soft exhale she gave when Fredrick finally gave into at least his partial desires was what propelled him forward. His dick pointing straight upward as if it was directing him figuratively forward, he then finally quit playing around and properly inhaled that patiently waiting nipple into his mouth.

“Hmmmm~,” Midnight cooed, and though he couldn’t see her on account of his entire vision being taken up by ‘boob,’ he could ‘hear’ her close her eyes.

Further, he felt the posture of her upper back slacken as she relaxed… and as he pressed forward in contorting his tongue around his nipple in any attempt to sate his thirst for her, his zeal was further fed by Midnight’s fingers running through his hair with their requisite scalp scritches. Fredrick let his hands continue their work fondling… as well as making sure that her neglected tit was still getting some consolatory fondling and pinching of its nipple.

And oh did Midnight’s arousal dribble from her fangy, giggling mouth when Fredrick slurped her nipple as he sucked harder… as if he’d somehow quench his sudden, crippling thirst by acting on his carnal need to worship these perfect tits.

She spoke up huskily, groaning her words out in a manner so maternal that Fredrick would have zero qualms, in his lust-inebriated state, with calling her ‘mommy:’

“Mmmm, so good, Freddie~. Take your fill, baby… get my titties aaaall nice and wet, now, mkay~?”

Fredrick popped off her first nipple and, with glazed-over eyes of his own, simply replied:

“Gladly~.”

He descended upon her right tit, and repeated the exact same process. All the while, his hands continued to memorize every inch of her tits by cupping them, squeezing them, squeezing them against his face, or brushing and flicking her nipples. Some horny part within him wondered if this was going to be a yearly occurrence between the friends, but he had no intention of betting on it. So just in case, he wanted to commit as much of this entire night to memory.

And that, of course, meant memory of these large, pendulous, copper-coated tits that he was lavishing presently. Just like Midnight requested, he was gonna make sure he left those nipples of hers caked in a sticky layer of his spit as he switched up his fawning between her left and right breasts. He could gauge a bit of how well he was doing, considering Midnight’s soft groaning continued in earnest, her grinding her slick crotch into his rod, and the fact that her hold tightened considerably on his head. The latter was especially true when Fredrick would oh-so gently scrape his teeth on the tops and bottoms of her nipple, or would suck so hard that he’d pull her whole, heavy tit back with him before releasing her nipple with a wet-sounding pop.

Fredrick then squeezed both her big tits together, having both her nipples point directly at his face, and ran his tongue between her girls… all before he pressed his face into her cleavage to smother himself properly. That’s when he happily ran his tongue up her sternum.

‘Get them nice and wet,’ was the order of the day. That applied to all of her delicious chest…

…until it couldn’t, anymore. Midnight pulled away without warning, slinking just out of his grasp and giggling all the while as her chest retreated behind her arms. Fredrick regarded her with the lewdest gaze he could, in return for her blushed, carnal expression already way ahead of them and fucking him in her mind.

Any questions he had about what was next or what Midnight wanted were sufficiently answered when she finally got up off his lap—which returned full blood-flow to his legs—and starting with a bitten lip, gave him a single kiss on his lips…

…and then down his jawline towards his chin…

…and down his neck, and then his chest, where she lingered a little longer to get a proper feel of his pecs for herself, much like Schnee did. No comment came from her, other than when she ran her tongue in a semi-circle over his left pec before resuming her journey southward.

Once at eye-level with his stomach, he watched, and shuddered as she kissed the tops of his loosely-defined abs, and ran her finger through the tiny, forming divots demarcating his abs from one another… which became a little more obvious when he flexed from the sudden pleasure of Midnight running her tongue over them.

She giggled again, gazing back up at him and allowing him to get lost in her emerald pools once more.

“Your abs have been coming in since the last time I saw you during our beach trip a few months ago~!” she remarked.

She then angled herself so she could talk to Stella directly:

“You’ve done good with this cutie pie, Stella~. Whatever you’re doing is definitely working~.”

Fredrick didn’t hear a response from Stella, as it seems like she was too busy caught up in Schnee’s mouth based on all the muffled moaning and soft, gasping breaths emanating from just behind him. Midnight didn’t seem to be listening out for one either, as she promptly continued on her merry journey southward, kissing and licking various trails down his stomach until she reached her prize.

Fredrick’s lustful grin might as well have spanned his entire face, and a surreal lightheadedness permeated his afflicted, corrupted mind as he internally remarked how he ended up back in such a familiar position. It wasn’t like Midnight had to go searching for his erect dick, but he was a generous human, and happily spread his legs for her to provide easy access well before she made it all the way down.

He was a gentleman, afterall. And as if Midnight had been reading his mind a little earlier, she cooed out her praise for such preemptiveness:

“Good boy~.”

Fredrick felt the most pleasant shudder worm its way up his spine from hearing those words… layered on top of peering down into those emerald eyes, atop that gorgeous face, with Midnight’s heaving, juicy tits squished elegantly between her powerful biceps. Such a shudder became inordinately powerful when Fredrick suddenly felt Midnight’s long, prehensile tongue being drawn up the entire length of his shaft…

…just once, though. And he didn’t anticipate just how good even the first lick would feel, which was why he let out a sudden, surprised moan:

“Aaa-AHH!”

Midnight’s tongue completed its singular journey up his length, and flicked itself off the tip, carrying away a large bead of precum that had formed there since they started. She clicked her tongue, and smiled, biting her lip.

She continued with her more domineeringly comforting sultriness:

“They were right… you already taste quite lovely, little human~,” she giggled. “Makes me wanna have a full load~.”

Fredrick shivered upon inhaling, and bit his lip in return while Midnight began idly, tenderly stroking his dick. Each stroke upward wrung out more and more of his pre until the head of his dick had returned to full shine and began dribbling down his length, onto Middy’s hand.

She then reached forward with her free hand to cup Fredrick’s face, and stroked her chin as she asked a rather pointed question:

“So, Fredde~... wanna get your soul sucked out through your cock?”

She batted her eyelids at him, and while there wasn’t a stone’s throw chance in hell that he’d ever say ‘no’ to that question, it wouldn’t technically have been the first time it happened. Even so, the words made his dick throb extra painfully in Midnight’s pleasantly firm grip, and he still managed a laugh, even if it quickly melted back into a pleasured groan.

“Mmmmph~... ahh—Stella’s definitely done that to me a few times~...”

Midnight licked her lips in response.

“Yeah? How about… with a little twist?”

Fredrick hadn’t the slightest idea what that was to mean, but he knew it would likely be very, very pleasurable. Regardless, he cocked an eyebrow and asked flat-out:

“Uhh… am I gonna die?”

Midnight replied coyly:

“Oh don’t worry… by the request of your gorgeous, gorgeous wife, I’ll be making sure that doesn’t happen. But first…~

She squeezed his shaft once, and quipped whilst never breaking eye-contact:

“He seems cold. How about I bundle him up~?”

Midnight then released his dick, and in one smooth motion, leaned forward and let his spire nestle comfortably in her cleavage. She wasn’t done yet, though… and with a little extra coaxing with her hands on her girls, she enveloped most of his length entirely. All that remained was his throbbing, leaky head that dribbled more and more precum down into her warm cleavage as she squeezed her tits around his dick with comfortable firmness.

The sight itself, apart from the sheer feeling, was cum-worthy, and Fredrick felt an urgent need to tow a fine line in wanting to see and immerse himself in the feeling, versus closing his eyes lest the view cause him to erupt immediately.

But apparently, Midnight wasn’t even done yet, as she further wrapped her arms around her chest as if she was giving her own tits a nice, big, bear hug… and now the tunnel in which his dick held refuge was extra tight, and further wrung out more and more of of his precum that was already loaded in the chamber. The only ‘downside’ to this was his inability to see her hard nipples anymore.

Fredrick involuntarily shuddered under Midnight’s expert control.

“O-Oh my fucking god… Midds~...” he barely managed.

The mare of his words giggled all cutesy, yet bit her lip and re-lidded her eyes as she watched every bit of him squirm… all while she began easing her entire torso up and down, forward and back. With her boobs literally held close to her chest, they slid pleasantly up and down his shaft in kind. Fredrick was privy to seeing every bit of his dick disappear entirely in her cleavage upon the up-strokes.

“Mmm, I always wondered how you’d sound moaning my name… though I must say…~”

She dipped her long tongue low again, and gave the single, daintiest lick to the underside of his head that was properly pampered in her mounds.

“...I’ve always been partial to how you’ve called me ‘Middy~.’”

True to her desire to see the human squirm under her toying, Fredrick lamented how she expertly kept her pace agonizingly perfect… perfect in that her tits squeezed pleasantly around his dick and stroking him off was the ideal amount of pleasure to get lost in, especially since he had regained control from an impending, premature explosion. However, it wasn’t nearly enough to get him back up there, even if he wanted to end this messily.

His first attempts to thrust upward and quicken the pace of her titfucking were useless, as Midnight—without ever breaking eye contact with him—simply countered him with her forearms. She braced his hips against the seat of the chair, regarding him as if she was disciplining an unruly subordinate that wouldn’t conform to what she wanted to do: simply hug his dick in her tits, and ease him into an orgasm of her choosing as she stroked him with her girls.

So enrapturing was her look, that despite how crazy she was driving him with the right amount of electrifying pleasure via her tits to just keep him in a buildup purgatory… he simply was not capable of breaking eye-contact with her for more than milliseconds at a time. As hot as it was to ‘simply’ see and feel his dick being enveloped, pampered—consumed by her huge tits… seeing and feeling them while staring into those lust-clouded, cum-addicted, cock-hungry, soon-to-be-heat-addled-eyes was the true, perfect package.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed in his fever-dream of a fantasy being fulfilled. Maybe thirty seconds at most considering nothing else in his surroundings had changed. Midnight’s husky, softer, groaning encouragement further brought him back to lucidity:

“What a good boy you’re being~,” she cooed, and began to undulate her torso a little quicker.

Fredrick twitched again, his hips attempting—also again, in vain—to quicken Midnight’s pace. It may have only been thirty seconds, or maybe a minute if he was being generous to his own endurance right now. But even then, he was already, after seemingly being held in pleasure torture for a small eternity, building up for a third, massive cumload that he could feel brewing and boiling at the base of his swollen dick.

“Ahh-AHH! Middy~,” he cried out through gritted teeth.

Another bubbly giggle from the batpony mare, and she further tested the limits of his ability to endure her teasing as she kept up her much more maternal-esque pampering voice… a voice in which she excelled and had clearly practiced, prized, and perfected:

“Mmmhmm, there we go, Fredrick~. And after I said I liked when you called me that? Such a flatterer~. Such a charmer of a good boy you have here, Stella~.”

It hurt so good when he throbbed painfully, overwhelmingly pleasurably, in the personalized, sticky, warm warren that was her cleavage. It would only take a little extra effort for him to reach the point of no return… where he could then work up to the orgasm that Midnight was way-too-slowly building him towards. In a carnal haze fueled by his desperation to cum, Fredrick attempted a different approach and reached forward with both his greedy, horny hands to grab Midnight’s tits and help her work them on him.

But alas, it wasn’t to be… and Midnight only giggled evilly, as she intercepted his hands by way of his wrists.

She playfully batted them away as she answered his actions with sympathetic words:

“Oh I know you wanna cum, little human~... you wanna just explode between my huge tits~. Naughty boy… here~. Let Mommy Middy take very good care of you now~.”

Midnight unwrapped her arms and repositioned her hands to nestle his dick in her cleavage more ‘traditionally,’ with her hands on either side of her bust. Without giving him so much as a moment to admire the view of having her nipples pointing directly at him atop her huge tits, she immediately began expertly bouncing them around him. Even more than that, Fredrick subsequently didn’t even get the chance to moan out in pleasured relief as Midnight changed up her tactic right away, once again:

Instead, she opted to alternatingly stroke her breasts around him, and the human was treated to the feel and sight of his dick metronomically tipping from side to side as she worked him. Finally, the sexy mare, apparently not satisfied with her prize moving around with the undulation of her melons, decided to keep his dick from pendulously tipping to either side with the simplest of solutions:

She hungrily captured his head in her mouth as she continued with her holy work.

His moans were treading a fine line between sexy demands and outright pleading:

“Oh my fuck… M-Middnight… please don’t stop~...”

And apparently, she took that as more of a challenge rather than an exhortation to continue just what she was doing: she played one more card she had up her sleeve… or rather, her mouth.

She let her tongue loose once again, but Fredrick’s eyes slowly widened as he watched her tongue’s incredible length wrap somewhat just under the head of his dick. He cried out in both astonishment and disbelief at how wonderful it felt when said tongue began squeezing, massaging, and essentially jerking him off whilst she resumed working her own heaving tits around him.

His world was being completely rocked. If he wasn’t feeling the firm, slimy, warm effects of all this work in tandem and then combined, he would’ve had a hard time believing what he was seeing… maybe even chalking it up to some hallucinogenic side-effects from the potions he needed to take to even sustain himself right now. Fredrick was in a complete whirlwind all the same with how wonderful it felt.

And he was sure to vocalize it:

“Oh my fucking god! MIDDY…!” he clamped his eyes shut and gritted his teeth as there was a sudden jump with how quickly he built up.

Where once he wanted to cum so explosively and reach his climax, he now wanted this indescribable feeling of being jerked off and slobbered on by her tongue while also being jerked off by her pendulous tits to last for as long as he could milk it for.

Midnight never stopped watching him, and rather sped up all her movements. She answered with a nod along with some vocal encouragement, even though her tongue was completely occupied:

“Ahhh-huhhh~”

With her forearms out of the way, Fredrick’s hips were allowed to buck erratically—desperately through Midnight’s ministrations. He didn’t care whatever fell from his mouth anymore once he finally opened his eyes, and was privy to one of the most beautiful, wondrous, aphrodisiacs of sights known to him in this world. Come cringe or high water, he had resigned himself to the fact that his third, powerful orgasm was upon him.

Where he once had Schnee begging for her release and for good reason, now Midnight held him in a not-dissimilar position. Oh how the turns tabled.

“Oh fuck… Middy I’m gonna fuckin’ explode. I’m gonna cum, baby…~”

Midnight’s eyes seemed to sparkle at the declaration, as well as use of the pet names that she had come to adore this evening. In her current predicament, she merely responded with a rather appropriately sexy, anticipating:

“Aaaaaahhh…~”

And Fredrick seeing Midnight’s continued, vigorous massaging of his length with her fat tits, her tongue snaked around his head, her hot, open, breathy mouth panting with her exertions, and her gorgeous face with those emerald eyes halfway veiled by her mane—it all came to a literal head.

The sound Fredrick emitted from the depths of his throat when he came could only barely be classified as a moan in the most generous terms. It was more like a whimpered, euphoric whine of relief as his balls emptied. His cum shot straight up vertically, with the first volley neatly draping itself over the crest of Midnight’s muzzle, much to an excited, depraved bout of lustful laughter from the mare as she continued the dutiful, slutty wringing out of his dick.

His hips bucked upward, barely under his control while Midnight’s name fell garbled from his mouth over and over again in various, weak, submissive tones.

Each successive, weaker, yet in no-way unsubstantial burst of his molten seed fell short of her face. Much of his remaining, pearlescent barrage impacted the underside of her chin, with the rest borne delightfully back to earth via gravity to splatter and strew upon the tops of her copper-coated tits, neck, and collarbone.

And all rivulets not bound to their resting place flowed straight into her pushed-up cleavage, where his dick pulsed weakly a few more times. It overflowed his head and dribbled over her waiting, curled tongue, as well as further creating a notable reservoir of cum between her tits. The light of the room glistened majestically on the now-painted and beautifully marred coat of her chest, neck, and face.

He made an absolute mess of her.

Midnight wasn’t done pampering him, it seemed: she refused to let any cum escape, and she began the methodical approach of licking every bit of it up… first cleaning his shaft until it was glistening via a coat of her own saliva, and then pulling back and hefting her tits up so she could sexily draw her tongue over the tops of her breasts, and through her creamed cleavage.

Fredrick watched all of it with rapt, if spent, attention… letting one last instance of her name fall tiredly from his mouth as she locked eyes with him again. Making sure he was watching every part of her ‘ritual,’ Midnight finished off by running an index finger over the top of her muzzle to wipe the lone, far-shot strand of his seed that made it there. She examined his white essence for all but a couple seconds before, like the rest of his ejaculate, licking it right up from between her fingers.

A couple seconds of sexy sucking on her digits later, and she pulled away fully, releasing his dick from the comfortable warren between her tits. She then cutely let out a ‘nom’ when she leaned forward to take his entire length into her mouth, deepthroating him with ease.

The sudden, almost tortured twitch that took control over Fredrick evoked a muffled giggle from the mare.

“O-oooh fuck… easy Midds… please~...” he whined.

At the tail-end of her giggle, Midnight came back up nice and slowly, doubly-making sure she got everything. He noted that the excited look in her eyes only seemed to intensify, and her desire manifesting in the form of a cum-hungry slut only fueled his elixir-assisted recovery.

She likewise cutely popped off his dick, which left him on his own to just quiver in silence. Through it all, his sensitivity was beginning to dissipate yet again, being exchanged for much more blood flow back into his shaft until he was essentially at full-mast once again. However, the fatigue his body was experiencing from just the physical exertion of their acts was a fair bit more than what he would’ve expected… and in the back of his mind, he figured he had put together exactly how at least one of the potions was working: it borrowed his body’s waking, potential energy for sexual endurance in the present.

He could get full answers from Luna another time if he was that curious over the specific machinations, though. For now, he was much more focused on when Midnight adorably opened her mouth nice and wide. Beyond her four fangs and the rest of her teeth, her tongue, and really the rest of her maw was sparkling clean, devoid of any trace of his seed.

She swallowed every bit of it. Fredrick was in no way surprised, but after the post-orgasmic show she put on, he still appreciated every bit of her efforts.

He smirked lewdly and threw a couple of her words back at her:

“Good girl~.”

Perhaps it was yet another trick of the light, but Midnight again seemed to blush under his words. Left eye halfway veiled by her now-somewhat unkempt mane, she giggled cutely and shimmied her chest again for his viewing pleasure.

Though, she remarked after clicking her tongue a couple times:

“Mmmm~... Flower Mare was right! You really do taste goooood. Stella is indeed a very, very lucky mare~.”

She began idly stroking him again… though he really didn’t need any further, ‘external’ encouragement to retain his throbbing hardness. However, Fredrick desperately felt compelled to return the favor, and without waiting for any permission, he scooched himself out from the embrace of the chair so he could sit up and properly lean forward. This, in turn, allowed him to cup Midnight’s beautiful face, regard her with grateful arousal, and then plant a tender kiss on her lips.

She eagerly accepted, though as she attempted to deepen the kiss, Fredrick had other plans, and he kissed a path over to her cheek, and then straight down to her neck. Immersing himself in her scent and feel, Fred used Midnight’s soft, shuddering hums and sighs as his guide to meander his lips down to the base of her neck… where his hunger for more had assumed more control, in which case he began licking the crook of her neck.

Like Schnee, she smelled amazing, and drawing his tongue over her skin was only partly because he liked to lick his girls… but because he genuinely hoped that he could taste more and more of her from merely how she smelled to him.

“Mmmmm~... that’ feels amazing, Freddie~,” she cooed.

Her continued stroking of his length continued in earnest, and Fredrick was happy to continue making Midnight feel as amazing as she made him feel.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah… just like that~.”

If he hadn’t been hard at any point during this exchange, he was rock-solid, now! And springboarding from his resurgent arousal, Fredrick eagerly sunk his teeth into the crook of her neck, and lavished the skin in his hold with his tongue as he sucked. He was determined to leave a little present for her to remember just how well she treated him tonight. He was sure Stella wouldn’t mind, and in fact, knowing her, she’d encourage it so she could sling shit at Midnight later on in the week.

All the while, he reached forward with his right hand so he could take hold of one of her tits once again. He smirked against her neck when Midnight hummed approvingly as he cradled her melon. She then gasped softly when he began brushing her erect nipple back and forth with his thumb… and he was already salivating at the thought of getting those nubs in his mouth so he could suck them again.

All of this had gotten him rearing to go yet again, and it wasn’t long before he was coating Midnight’s diligent hand with another layer of fresh precum.

She noticed this right away, and Fredrick could’ve probably cum again just from that domineering, dommy tone of hers:

“My, my, little human boy… how eager you are tonight~. If I didn’t know for a fact that Stella planned this whole thing for us, I would’ve thought it was all… your… idea…~” she mentioned, and punctuated her last three words with firmer handstrokes.

Fredrick popped off her neck and pulled back fully so he could be face-to-face with her. He was more than happy to meet the substance of her tone with his own:

“Yeah? Well… it’s not my fault that you’re just so fuckin’ hot. Looking like this, and talking like that just makes me wanna do many, many things to you~.”

Midnight angled her head to the left, intrigued, and hummed approvingly.

“Is that so~?” she asked, then cutely placed an index finger against her lip in faux-wondering.

She wasn’t done with her rather forward questioning, though:

“You wanna fuck me, Freddie~?”

They were well-passed the point of any of this being a joke, or ‘just for the meme, bro.’ Ergo, there was zero need to hide anything:

“Yes…”

Midnight leaned forward, stroked him a little faster, and narrowed her eyes lewdly.

“Oh? Are you saying… you wanna stuff me full of that delicious cock of yours, baby~? Maybe just beat into me until I cum aaaall over it~?”

Fredrick had to give her all the credit in the world—like Stella, she knew exactly how to rile him up.

“Y-Yessssss…”

“Aaaaand, do you wanna just explode inside me on that couch over there?” she gestured with a tilt of her head.

She bared her teeth lustfully:

“Just… fill me up?

“Breed me?”

There was no more tonal adjusting between his rational mind and his horny monkey brain left:

“YESSS!”

He watched her smirk knowingly, and though the cloudy haze in her emerald eyes told him that she wanted to have her way with him right then and there, she controlled herself, if only just.

A single, gentle kiss on his lips was all she produced instead.

“Good boy~.”

From there, Fredrick watched again as Midnight released his dick, and stood up tall to leer down upon him yet again. It was a hell of a view, seeing her nude body with those gorgeous eyes peering down at him over the fronts of her large tits… and another one that he had fully intended to save to his mind’s internal ‘secure folder’ for ‘reasons,’ later. He happily accepted Midnight’s hand when she reached out to him, and she helped hoist him back onto his feet.

The surprising part of all of this was that his legs and ass still managed to work… but he could feel it deep within his muscles. He was gonna be in a lot of pain for the next couple of days.

What took his mind off that pain was seeing Stella and Schnee… apparently the former had gotten Schnee back up into a leaning position against the wall, where they continued to diligently make out. Even from the light afforded in the room, Fredrick could make out other marks on Schnee’s neck that were definitely not from him…

…and on top of all that, while their tongues and mouths wrestled and moaned, providing some delectable background noise, Fredrick noted one of Stella’s hands circling her middle finger around Schnee’s clit. And this he was able to see by virtue of Schnee having spread her legs fully for his wife like the good girl she was. He could’ve sworn he also saw some of his essence that he deposited inside her earlier, still leaking out.

God they were all so hot. He hadn’t the slightest idea of what he did to deserve this kind of pampering.

Fredrick was then dragged away, literally, when Middy wrapped her tail around his waist to properly shepherd him over towards the sofa where she had previously had her way with his wife… whatever she did to her. All the while, with Midnight knowing he was watching, Fredrick was treated to the enticing, exaggerated swaying of her hips the entire way there. With how her tail was oriented, and how long it was at the end of its length, he had a full view of her perfect, sculpted ass as it hypnotized him forward.

But more than that, he could catch a proper glimpse of how drenched she was, and noticed her fresh ‘runoff’ between her upper thighs… enough where it likely lubricated the inside of her legs through her swaying.

Perfection.

And it was a clear indicator through whatever little bit of rational thought remained, that Midnight absolutely wanted this—orders of magnitude more than he did, beyond what her natural sultriness gave away. Not that he didn’t, but he would never understand the mind of a heat-addled mare.

The extra effort she went into lavishing him with her body was her own way of just… begging for it.

With extra exaggeration in her movements, Midnight stretched out her entire body for Fredrick to ogle at whilst she leaned literally into laying down on the sofa. Now fully strewn out from hooves to arms outstretched over her head, he marveled as her gorgeous core rose and fell with her heavy, husky breathing—pure excitement in her eyes at what was to come. Her tits had separated from each other, her right pressing up against the back of the couch while the left sagged ever-so-slightly off her chest.

She was content to put on a lovely show for him, moving her hands back down to her tits to fondle and squeeze them for his viewing pleasure. He, conversely, was happy to just idly jerk himself at the sight—he was already completely re-lubricated in his own precum though. T’was a testament to just how much Midnight carnally riled him up, along with the usual deference to the concoction he drank earlier.

And as for Midnight’s own arousal, Fredrick could just read on her face how much she was enjoying every bit of attention he was giving her. She let out a shuddering, needy moan when she saw that he couldn’t even wait a moment and was stroking himself to the sight.

But, apparently her patience had worn thin by this point.

As she lay outstretched on the couch, Midnight winked at him as she then raised her right leg—still perfectly straight—all the way back towards her face, while letting her right leg and hoof fall to the floor in front of the sofa. The wholly erotic display of her prowess in flexibility also gave him a full, unobstructed view of her smooth, drenched, needy pussy in all its gorgeousness. He refused to believe that he witnessed her gorgeous, delicate-looking folds throb at this distance, but maybe his horny mind was conjuring what he wished.

Midnight bit her lip.

And as if that wasn’t possibly enough for him to venture forward, she further beckoned him in with a come-hither of her finger, while simultaneously spreading her lower lips with the fingers of her other hand.

“Now, as a wise, gorgeous Flower Mare once said…

“...Fuck me~.”

He needed no further invitation, and as if he was about to dive into a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity (he was), Fredrick clumsily ambled over towards the couch. He got into position right between her legs, their orientation which put Midnight’s pussy at the perfect level with his pulsing dick. Of course he wanted to get right into her, but the position he was in gave him a full view of Midnight’s perfect, marblesque body in such a vulnerable, needy position—he wanted to savor it, and relish in every little bit of it.

He ran his left hand up the back of Midnight’s right leg that was propped up against the back of the couch, and felt how he could barely even push his fingers in with how powerful her muscles were. Nevertheless, her skin was smooth as velvet. The same could be said for her other leg, in which he was given the perfect access to her equally powerful quad, though something else much more inviting drew him in:

His eyes glinted mischievously as his right thumb went straight to Midnight’s clit, which elicited an immediate reaction in a throat-catching grasp. He watched as her hands went to her tits and massaged them while her pillow-propped head studied his face with hyper-focus. Fredrick could feel everything she was silently telling him… that he could do whatever he wanted to her as long as he made good on her demand that he fuck her.

Her previous gasp suddenly morphed into another moan as he began rubbing her clit, all while grinding the head of his dick up and down the entrance of her soaked slit. He made sure to just barely penetrate past her folds, teasing Midnight just enough that she started twitchily lifting her core up towards the ceiling in a barely conscious attempt to swallow up his cock… but if he thought he was going ‘too deep,’ he would pull back just out of her grasp.

Fredrick could see the literal sexual frustration building up on that horny, yet increasingly pouty face of hers. It was delicious. Though, he knew for a fact that she’d absolutely wrap those iron legs around him and ‘complete the circuit’ herself if she needed to. He dared not keep her waiting for long.

Thus, he lined himself up properly and remarked to her:

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Midds…~”

She giggled all cutely in response, and remarked in kind:

“Gods… even right as you’re about to stuff me full… still such a flatterer~.”

He winked down at her as he began properly sliding into her. His much more confident accent around his words came undone into more of a drawn out moan as he further spoke, and likewise further hilted himself in her:

“Hehe, something something… flattery and… ahhh… truth~...mmmmph~...”

Fredrick’s dick was completely lost from sight, claimed by Midnight’s molten depths… and he in no way wanted to start thrusting right now, or there was a very real chance of a premature end. Oh how warm she was, like the metaphysical manifestation of bundling his entire person in a warm, smooth, weighted blanket on a cold winter morning. He knew for a fact he was practically dribbling precum into her each time he throbbed painfully.

Thankfully, Midnight didn’t push him to move so soon, because she, herself, happily let loose an adorably sexy moan whilst letting her head tilt back fully on her pillow headrest.

“Fuuuuck, Freddie~...” she groaned, and her sly, lascivious look returned as she stared into his eyes carnally.

“Your cock feels so fucking good… everything I always imagined… and maybe fantasized~,” she giggled through a bitten lip.

A familiar voice called out from behind Fredrick:

“No wrong way tae fantasize, loves~. What a fuckin’ sight~.”

Fredrick likewise made his current predicament known, and the slightest hint of concern underpinned his words, lest Midnight start taking over control and bringing things to a messy end in the interim:

“Holy shit, you feel goddamn wonderful too, Middy… fuck just give me a few more seconds or you’re gonna milk me way too early,” he noted.

Her heavy breathing and narrowed eyes told him his answer… to just take as much time as he needed. She was content right now where she was, just feeling him inside her. Regardless, Midnight was content in running her hands firmly over his arms, and especially his own chest in a way that harkened back to Schnee’s thirsty adventure not too long ago.

Beyond that, he could also feel how she throbbed around him, much like he was inside her as well… though her throbbing was intense around him. It was like her pussy was trying to do everything in its power to do Midnight’s work for her, and likewise outsourced his job for the moment to just have him dump his load into her as soon as possible.

She just needed this. She needed it badly.

And with his own lusts finally overpowering his biological imperative and getting all the internal warning alarms under control, Fredrick had all the visual and physical encouragement he needed.

Thus, he pulled back slightly, earning a soft gasp from Midnight as he evacuated her about halfway, and then thrust right back into her. He raptly observed her reactions as he primarily focused on the depths of his strokes at first. With each consecutive thrust, he pulled back more and more until merely the head of his dick was still inside her, before subsequently easing himself back into her until he was fully hilted.

Midnight’s narrowed, lust-filled eyes became that much harder to gaze into as they narrowed—unevenly, at that. What cute little gasps she emitted when he either pulled out or pushed back into her were quickly supplanted by soft, comfortable groans and moans… especially as he makes sure to aim his length towards her upper wall.

Fredrick gradually picked up a little more speed… not much, but enough where he braced his left hand into the back of Midnight’s propped up leg, and allowed his other to grapple onto her left hip dip. Each and every time he dared pull out a little too far as his hips retreated, it felt like her depths were attempting to suck him right back into her, where he belonged. Of course, he was more than happy to oblige, and whenever he buried himself fully again, he reveled in how tight she could become around him.

Each thrust forward to reunite them made Midnight’s large tits bounce… and the thestral mare was happy to let her arms fall above and to her side to let her girls bounce freely as she appeared to greatly enjoy the ride. He was still hell-bent on making sure she felt every single inch of his modest length. Every inch in, every inch out.

It was further icing on the cake to see her tits jiggling by his own doing, but thankfully he was able to suppress most of his own buildup by hyperfocusing on Midnight’s own pleasure right now.

“That’s it, baby~,” she cooed, her head gingerly rocking with each of his hip bucks. “Right there~... fuck me right there, sexy~...”

All he wanted to do was hear more and more of those angelic moans and words of encouragement.

“Ahhh… Freddie~...”

And his name falling from her lips.

“Please… Mmm~ fuck me… please~... don’t you dare stop…”

And her pleas to continue.

He met her gaze with his own as he picked up to a more neutral pace:

“I’m not gonna stop, Middy~. Ahh~... Not if you’re gonna keep talking and mmm—moaning like that, baby~.

“Cuz’ I wanna hear more~.”

He punctuated his words with a rather powerful hilting, making their hips smack together and earning a rather shrill:

“AHH! Fuuuuck~...” she melted, and Fredrick picked right back up where he left off:

“I just wanna make you feel amazing, baby~.”

“Ooooh shit…~ yeah like that~... hit that spot Freddie and you’re gonna make me cum~.”

Upon hearing that, he called on a fair portion of his reserves and made sure to put his entire back, ass, and core into hammering into her just as she pleased.

“Ahhh~... like this?” he asked, and sped up the pace of his hips cycling. Further, he dug his fingers into her inner thigh.

Her hips seemed to lift on their own accord, and what was once visible of her emerald eyes through the veil of her now-unkempt, golden mane were shut completely as she fully lay back.

“YES! YES LIKE THAT!” she exclaimed. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck… I’m ah~! I’m gonna cum I’m gonna—”

She grit her teeth, and Fredrick felt it immediately.

“C-Cumming…~!”

She squeezed around him hard enough that she actually straight-up pushed him out of her, and Fredrick was more than happy for the slight reprieve to just massage his length against her orgasming slit… which further earned him some twitchy, bucking reactions from Midnight as she rode out her first orgasm with him.

It was also a glorious sight watching her maul her own tits while she gently writhed.

“A-Ahhhhnnn~, yessss~...” she hissed as she quickly calmed down.

Once she stopped reacting so strongly to his grinding, that’s when Fredrick slid right back into her and continued fucking her. This time he kept himself mostly buried even as he thrust, and focused more on frequency and persistence rather than depth and power, as he figured that since she had already just cum, she’d be much more sensitive to more.

And this easier speed allowed him to just feel more of her for himself, and he happily let his hands roam more of her rock-hard tummy, and then up to her bouncing tits to give her another pair of hands on them. Fredrick further mediated his pace a smidge, as his dick was in absolute heaven right now, being pampered by her pussy in a way he couldn’t rightly describe, other than the familiar, electric buildup that was making itself known at his base.

He couldn’t resist any longer, and he leaned over and onto her to properly smash his lips against hers.

While this cut off her overt moaning, she still giggled and happily accepted him into her mouth, which initiated the sloppiest, tongue-filled makeout he had this evening. Her now-muffled moans and exhortations fell into his mouth when their lips were sealed together, only fully loosed when they separated for air, but kept their tongues dutifully tangled together.

All the while their intense makeout and fucking combination continued, Fredrick further melted into her as one of Midnight’s hands stroked his face oh-so affectionately—protectively, even, as she further ran the fingers of her other hand through his hair.

By the time he needed to fully separate from Midnight for proper gulps of air to fuel his continued beating into her, Midnight’s eyes glinted lewdly. In a move reminiscent to the first night Stella and him got properly intimate, Midnight drew the entire flat of her long tongue up his cheek and to the side, only culminating its journey when her tongue’s tip flicked the end of his earlobe.

Fredrick shuddered, which faltered his pace somewhat.

“Fuuuuck~...” he groaned, and promptly made up for it with three deeper, faster thrusts into her.

He felt her cum again, though definitely not as hard as the first time by any measure.

“Ahhh-aahh, hah~! Fuuuck yes, Freddie~,” came her husky retort once she rode it out.

He pulled his dick back just a bit to give it a little time to recoup its stamina. He had a feeling that this was the end-stretch, as he had no confidence to keep the dam from bursting the next time it reached a critical point.

“My name sounds sexy as fuck when you say it like that~,” cooed Fredrick.

Midnight licked her lips and batted her eyelashes up at him.

“Mmmm~. Guess you’ll just need to make me say it, or scream it, more~. Because I want more… make me cum again, Freddie~, please?”

He’d never be able to deny that.

“Fuck yes, Middy~. Especially if you say it like that!”

The impish look in her eyes returned.

“Though also with one extra little condition…~.”

He cocked an eyebrow, smirking.

“Oh? What’s that?”

“I want you to cum when, or after I do, too~... and when you do, I want you to say my name as well, mkay~?”

His dick practically answered for him when he twitched and throbbed painfully inside her. Nevertheless, he properly responded with words:

“Yes Middy~.”

She produced a rather fangy grin, and her next words instructed him to reply differently, or perhaps, the nigh-pleading undertone of her words belied such an order:

“Hehe, ‘Yes… mommy.’”

Fredrick’s eyes widened slightly. Clearly this was something she was into, if the giggling, borderline cackling, behind him from both the mares behind him was anything to go by. But he sure as shit wasn’t gonna make fun of her or shame her for it while his dick was buried inside her, begging for what was amounting to be his final, most powerful release of the night.

And as the microseconds went by, in a way, the pet name in the heat of the moment was kinda growing on him, too.

He angled his face and winked.

“Yes mommy~,” he replied.

Midnight shuddered subtly under him, and her eyelids again lowered, supercharged with lust.

“Good boy~.

“Now then…” her voice dipped down lower just above a whisper as she bored into his eyes with her own.

“Keep fucking me, Freddie~... and don’t you dare stop until you shoot it deep inside me~.”

The last syllable of her words barely left her mouth before Fredrick had rekindled the engine in his hips. Right away, he was already picking up to a much faster pace, again angling towards the upper edge of her pussy in an attempt to keep his desperately horny movements from derailing his composure and precision. Their hips were slapping together much more audibly, to the point that he would likely be the one with bruises there in the morning from beating up against the pure muscle of Midnight’s ass.

He kept a hand squarely planted on the back of her propped-up knee, pushing it back towards her chest, while the other one helped her maul one of her tits. Specifically, he indulged in pinching, rolling, and tugging at her nipple at odd frequencies.

Especially when he tugged on it.

“AHHNN!” she cried out, but quickly regained her feral composure.

She glared at him lewdly, a lecherously wide smile on her face which bore her fangs to prominence. Fredrick met said smile with one of his own… one he could not hope to suppress when she mouthed huskily:

“Yes… ahhh~... keep fucking me… like that…~”

“Yeah? Mmmph~, like this, baby?”

He slammed into her a little harder than the rest of his cadence up to this point, earning himself a throatier groan, yet no change in her expression.

“Yesss~... just like that! Ahhh! Freddie… making me feel so—fu-UCKING—wonderful~...”

His lips slackened a bit as his pleasure boiled over somewhat, though he got it under some semblance of control… for now.

“God, you too, Middy~... feels so fuckin’ good, sexy~.”

She batted her eyelashes at him again, and though her mouth slackened to let out more moans that were much higher and higher in pitch and frequency, Fredrick still saw that lustfully enamored sparkle in her eyes. He knew well that it was entirely because of him using her favorite pet name… but her ‘silent’ acknowledgement was all the more powerful when he was watching his entire shaft disappearing into her cunt with each and every stroke… and seemingly emerging drenched and wetter thereafter.

Seeing the sheen on her inner thighs as a result of his actions as well further propelled him forward… knowing that she wasn’t just saying what she was to make him feel good about himself (as if she ever would do such a thing).

Fredrick altered his hold on her legs, reluctantly releasing her tit to let it bounce freely with its counterpart as he continued thrusting into her. Honoring Midnight’s request to keep fucking her until his end, he diligently kept up a pace that allowed his orgasm to build up… though at the same time, he wanted to see if he could make her cum one more time before—or while—he did. He had a couple ideas to bring this about…

Though what was constant were his thrusts becoming more and more erratic as his end approached. Like with Schnee before him, his and Midnight’s moans competed with one another as there was little need to be hinged to propriety in their act. If anything, the neighbors could know that some wild stuff happened here.

Fredrick, on one particular stroke, angled his dick much farther upward than he had before. Midnight gasped, moaned, and craned her neck backward in that order in what appeared to be an effort to just immerse herself in what he was doing to her. In her doing so, Fredrick was presented with a most golden opportunity, and he immediately seized on it:

Pushing her leg back even more which further angled her pussy upward, Fredrick got himself into a half-mating press position atop of her… which certainly elicited wide eyes and a pleasantly surprised, if startled:

“OOH FUCK! AHH! YESSS FREDDIE—”

He ‘shut her up’ when he further was in perfect position to descend upon her exposed neck, and made sure to stuff his face right into the crook where he could sink his teeth into her taut skin. Meanwhile, he re-summited the peak of her huge tit and pinched her nipple hard…

All while resuming the sweaty, muscle-incinerating train on this particular line to pound town.

And to his surprise, he felt Midnight pulse around his dick, and her pussy pushed him fully out of her as she once again raised her hips and came with an angelic moan that caught halfway in her throat.

“C-CUMMING! Oh fuck Fredrick I’m… f-fucking…”

From the moment Fredrick felt her slit’s embrace tighten familiarly though, he had realigned himself with precision where once he was forced out of her, he was able to literally dive right back in and continue fucking her.

He giggled maniacally, and pulled back from her neck to get a look at that gorgeous face of hers—Midnight’s eyes were no longer focusing on him… or anything in particular as her mouth hung open, moans and random words waterfalling off her lolled tongue. They were desperate, needy, and fatigued in all the best ways.

“Yessss~... I l love when you cum for me Middy~.”

And he never stopped—it was her request, one that she was happy to affirm in a barely coherent way as he continued claiming her to sate his own biological need.

“Ahhhnn~... I’m still… I’ve been—cum-ming… fuck me~... AH-haaaahh… cummmmm…

“Pound my… oh fuck… oh fuck~... my slutty pussy~...”

Those words marinated his brain, which was on the verge of being liquified as hers was presently. Hearing her say it like that… so incoherently but still coherent enough to tell him what she wanted. He put all the remaining energy he had into now focusing on his own feeling, and only his own feeling, which was on the precipice of his end. He felt how slick her pussy was, as it still grasped for him and occasionally pulsed and tightened as Midnight’s orgasm continued… though to him, it felt like she was trying to milk him for everything he had left. Extract what seed he could still produce that she had rightly earned.

“Oh shit… Mid-dy…~” he barely managed as he hit the end of the line.

Fredrick could already feel how much he was about to shoot into her, and he didn’t need to finish his sentence—he couldn’t. All he could do was bury his face in her neck once more as he was about to throw himself over the edge.

Midnight, even in her state, understood everything, and in hindsight, Fredrick shouldn’t’ve been stunned by the encouragement she huskily moaned into the fringes of his ear:

“Cum for mommy, baby~...

“Breed… me~.”

And yet, just like before when he played into it, her words—filled with incalculable lust—stunned him as he immediately felt his dick swell, and pulse. Upon hilting fully into her one more time, Fredrick explosively erupted into her depths.

He wasn’t sure if he cried out her name through his teeth as he twitched with every pulse… and he wasn’t sure if Midnight was echoing his name in return. All that he was really sure of was being embraced by this mare while, with every powerful, nearly painful pulse of his dick, he unloaded and shot more and more of his gargantuan load into her womb. Just like when it felt like he was melting inside Schnee, he could practically feel his dick atomizing and liquefying within Midnight’s depths.

If he looked down upon pulling out and saw a shriveled, shrimpy shell of a husk of what was once his modest length, at this point in time, he’d probably accept that with how powerful this orgasm was.

And when the literal buckets-feeling cum injection finally ebbed, slowed, and finally died down to a trickle of what remained, Fredrick felt all tension leave his body. Though he could feel the potion effects on him as he had come to expect, it was working in such a way that seemed to confirm what he had originally thought about them.

Fatigue washed over him like a tidal wave after a massive earthquake, and left him feeling like he had expended actual life force to help quell the actual and impending heat of both these mares. Fredrick only hoped he did an adequate enough job. He could tangibly feel his muscles relaxing, his mind going blank, and pure accomplished euphoria bathing his entire body.

His body was done. There would be no more lewdness for him tonight… though he could definitely hear Schnee and Stella getting up to something hotter than he found them previously.

Fredrick chuckled. They were welcome to still have their fun.

But for him, he was content to just rest atop the larger mare, wrapped up in her strong, secure embrace, and keep his face nuzzled under her chin. He remained buried inside her, keeping her nice and full all the while, which she seemed to appreciate if her gentle coos were to be taken as they were.

Warm. Comfy. Cozy.

And the last thing he remembered hearing before he realized he drifted off completely was:

“Good boy~.”

Fredrick’s eyes did not want to open, but his mind had gently pulled him away from the grasp of one of the deepest sleeps he ever had the pleasure of experiencing. And that meant that he wasn’t gonna get the privilege to resume it.

Upon opening his eyes and staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, cradled by unfamiliar bedsheets, his eyes shot open at not recognizing his immediate surroundings. He propped himself up on his elbows curiously, though what little adrenaline from not knowing wore off immediately. He was met by sights of Schnee’s own pictures, her flowers, and various Alemaneian decor hanging on the walls and covering the tops of her furniture… he was in her room.

And in glancing around, he was alone… though he could clearly see the indentations and telltale signs of use in the bed. It was apparent that he didn’t sleep alone last night.

He had no idea when they all decided to sleep last night. Hell, he didn’t even remember laying down here, himself. One moment, he was balls-deep in Midnight, corking her up after emptying life force-levels of cum inside her… and now, here he was, having awoken in Schnee’s bed. He remembered all the details of last night, and a gentle blush overtook his face at just how animalistic they all became with each other.

Speaking of ‘each other,’ he again regarded the empty room. The light coming in through the gaps of drawn curtains told him it was at least mid-morning… likely the early afternoon, considering how late they all got up to activities last night. He thought he could hear some chit-chat in the living room or the kitchen, so they were likely up well-before him. It was probably a good idea to go join them, he figured.

Fredrick swung his legs over the side of the bed, and that’s when he realized just how sore his entire body was. He actually had to gasp with how stiff his legs and ass were, specifically, with special supporting roles going to his core and chest. Shaking them out a bit helped restore some easier movement, but as he stood up and started trudging towards the door, he knew that he wouldn’t be in any condition to work out for at least a couple days, and possibly longer.

That’s when he also realized that he was in the sleeping shirt and shorts he brought with him to Ponyville. Puzzled, he didn’t remember putting those on at all, either.

He shrugged. He had a few ideas how it all worked out.

Fredrick left Schnee’s room and silently waddled out into the hall, and as he drew closer to the foyer, he realized that yes, he could indeed hear some animated conversation. He then groggily rounded the corner, though his demeanor improved immediately when he saw the scene.

He smiled brightly.

All were dressed casually, still in some loose-fitting, comfy, sleeping clothes that bore varying amounts of their shoulders and midriffs to him. All had barely-kempt manes, and all seemed well-rested and just beaming radiantly amongst each other. They were socializing as friends would, with nary a shred of awkwardness hanging amongst the delicious aroma of cooking potatoes.

That’s when Stella, the first to notice him, and Midnight glanced over towards him from the dining table. Likewise, Schnee angled her gaze over from the stove.

Stella greeted boisterously:

“Mornin’, love! Or rather… fuckin’ afternoon! Fuckin’ sleepy-headass!”

Midnight greeted him in a much more ‘Midnight-esque’ fashion, but there was a distinct lack of the previous night’s overt horniness in her words:

“Hey there, Freddie~! What’s cookin’, good lookin’?”

Schneeblume cheekily springboarded off of that:

“I already told you I was cooking potatoes, Midnight,” she giggled, then addressed Fredrick properly with a lovely-accented, jubilant, sing-song:

“Good afternoon, handsome! Potatoes and hay sausages are finishing up! Eggs as well!”

She gestured to the table:

“Have a seat! Food’s almost ready! Midnight? Can you help me serve?”

“Sure thing, Little Flower,” replied Midnight, and got to her hooves to assist.

Fredrick, smirking ear-to-ear, nodded to her and took his place on Stella’s right. He guessed that she must’ve been right about their heats, because everyone seemed to have completely calmed down now.

And that let him turn his attention to his gorgeous wife:

“Afternoon to y’all, too! And especially you~,” he said, punctuating with a proper kiss on her lips, which Stella graciously accepted.

She even threw herself in for a close embrace, and Fredrick was more than happy to hold her, as he got to see her smiling widely up at him with those sparkling, golden pools that reflected all the afternoon light. Fredrick nuzzled the tip of her nose with his.

“Hehe, oi again, love~. Ya fuckin’ sappy cunt, ye.”

Fredrick didn’t get the chance to rise to that, as both Schnee and Midnight returned with two plates each… all of which contained hot food for everyone. All were served in one fluid, combined motion from the two standing mares, though Fredrick got something extra on top of his piping hot breakfast plate:

In seemingly one final ‘takeaway’ from the previous night, Schnee pecked his left cheek as she passed by. And almost immediately after when Midnight made her way to her seat, she did exactly the same.

Fredrick could feel the warmth in his cheeks rising again as they colored quite visibly in the light, which earned more than a few giggles from all the mares. But in dwelling on those gentle, passing kisses, he could sense no lewdness, no indulgent teasing… hell, not even a hint of something inappropriate. All he could feel was gratitude in its purest form, and a reaffirmation of everything they all had together.

And just like that, any potential tension that could have arisen in the room based on the previous night’s activities seemed to disappear like the steam floating from atop the food.

Everything was ‘normal’ and right with the world… as ‘normal’ as any of his life here in Equestria could be considered, at least.

Schnee brought him out of his stupor:

“Alright, Lieben! Dig in!”

“Thanks, Schnee!”

Though before he had a chance to make good on her orders, he felt Stella lean in close. She whispered:

“Remember lad… yer aaaaall mine when we get back home, aye? I want that fuckin’ piston of a dick all tae m’self again~,” she teased.

He regarded her with a fond, lopsided smile as he brought her in for another love-filled kiss—one of likely many for today.

“I’d love it no other way, babe~.

“Now… let’s eat!”