Before we can delve into her many many crimes, there are a number of questions we must ask first. Such as where these ideas came from, the traumatic event which spawned such a horrific alteration to her personality and of course how she justified these actions.
First of all it is necessary to establish exactly how she accomplished these horrific acts before we plunge into the why. For the mere fact that she accumulated the rather eclectic series of skills is a mystery on it's own. However i believe that we have recreated the exact circumstances surrounding the precipitation of those skills. Hopefully more insight can be garnered into the mind of this mad mare if we first examine the forces that put the idea into her mind.
(I must apologize for the rambling and somewhat disorganized nature of this account as it's completion is necessary prior to her final sentencing and i am unfortunately pressed for time.)
First and most startlingly is her apparent fascination with alchemy. Going so far as to find a relative mastery of both zebra potion making and equestrian alchemy. You all have her personality report fresh in your minds so i will not bother reiterating her apparent distaste for such “egghead” hobbies.
A little background information will help in regard to her alchemical knowledge as most information of that kind is not available to the layman.
Zebra potion making was primarily founded for the use of curing diseases and sickness. It reached this conclusion by balancing the humours. Although this desire to balance the humours was ultimately incorrect zebra potions none the less still hold a firm basis in fact. Eventually the bloodletting and other fluid removing rituals were removed from the ceremony of the potion. The fact that the potion itself was incredibly potent and accomplished what they hoped to meant the other facets of the ritual clung to the art far too long. As most saw the fact that it worked meant that the ritualistic facet was necessary.
Ultimately it was discovered that in the early zebra’s attempts to return normalcy to the various levels of bodily fluids they had inadvertently learned to harness the body’s own ability to fight off infection and disease and numerous other ailments. I will not bore you with the details but suffice it to say that these types of potions are incredibly powerful but rely on the natural abilities of the body.
Therefore you cannot make somepony grow wings unless they were naturally born with them such as pegasi, griffins, etc. Or a non unicorn grow a horn or anything else they wouldn't naturally have or be capable of. With a few exceptions being extreme (if short lived) strength but that is believed to come from adrenalin. That being said it can make the body stronger, more resilient but these effects are believed to be the upper reaches of peak physical condition and not something magical. Portions of this nature can even do such things as to put a pony to sleep by stimulating the body’s natural response to extreme exhaustion.
Alternatively equestrian alchemy was focused nearly entirely on things that magic could not do at first. Since unicorn’s early attempts at magic could not replicate what certain compounds did naturally. However after tensions between the tribes rose alchemy was quickly adopted by non unicorns as well. This was in part to the natural dominance of unicorn magic before the field of earth pony and pegasi magic could really be explored. As such the purpose of this adopted alchemy was for the sole purpose of war. As such alchemical concoctions like alchemist’s fire and for lack of a better term “boom powder” were common. As you may know these were used to create fire that was nearly impossible to put out through magical means and explosions, respectively.
It got these desired effects by using certain chemicals found both naturally and artificially. Testing on sulfur drove much of early alchemy due to it's strange and interesting nature. However after the relative peice found after hearth's warming alchemy took on a different function completely. Not happy with merely creating a breif effect some of the more darker factions that had went underground. This was before official hostilities ended making such groups difficult to track.
It was at this time that equestrian alchemy and zebra potion making began to become intertwined. As the two early nations interacted their culture and technology began to mix. It was at this time many bizarre creatures we today believe are natural came into the world through alchemy. Indeed such creatures as the timber wolf and the cockatrice were created by twisted covens of alchemists. Not happy with merely creating new life they than began to experiment on their own.
This rapid advance was only made possible due to that then very real threat of invasion from this new potential enemy. Bits and favors passed hands regularly as both sides sought after the reclusive coven’s power.
As you all know about the first battle of dead horse gulch i will avoid any more history of what happened to them and instead focus on a startling fact recently discovered after the rainbow event. Hermaphrodites and our own female heavy population is due to tampering by these early alchemists. Which brings us back to the subject of this study.
Rainbow Dash, born a hermaphrodite to two prismatic pegasi in cloudsdale. Her parents were low born weather factory workers who both had perfect rainbow coats. This is important as the prismatic coloration was indicative of genetic tampering via alchemy. And as you all know this type of tampering may lead to varied psychosis and physical development issues. Both made abundantly clear by the rainbow event. We have also unearthed ancient texts that indicate that this type of tampering was to create faster wings. Which may explain why the dash line has had such success with feats like the sonic rainboom. In addition to an inability to cope mentally with the stress of failure and an almost supernaturally large ego. However these claims are unsubstantiated.
Rainbow Dash rose to prominence after becoming the element of loyalty. Which brought her face to face with many terrible creatures and problem. Iis noted that during those frequent adventures is when the first cracks so to speak occurred in her delicate psyche. As Princess Twilight Sparkle has noted in her own research paper it is during one of their first adventures together as the elements of harmony that such an event happened.
After having seen the powerful curing effects that zebra potions can accomplish. During an event in which she was exposed to poison joke Dash’s latent desire to practice alchemy began to take root. This can be further explained by her parent’s mention of alchemy as a child, which goes along way in explaining why something usually as fo paux as alchemy and body tampering didn't bother her. It is this early exposure that is the most logical reason she took to it so quickly. Her family had some form of alchemy texts within the house as her acquisition of that skill was far too quick to explain otherwise. This is further enforced by the fact that when she started borrowing books she began on advanced tomes, skipping past any introductory knowledge that would be necessary to know any of the basis for potion making.
Her extensive reading habits did not come about until after she was stuck in the hospital with a damaged wing. After that her less than secret hobby became a full blown obsession. Having read the entirety of the daring doo series in detail she began to read about anything related to the fictional series. Such as books on ancient artifacts, myths and legends etc. Twilight Sparkle herself encouraged such literacy for obvious reasons, ignorant to the monster Ms Rainbow Dash would become.
Lastly was her fascination with pony genealogy which originated from the births of the cake twins. Confused and conflicted she brushed up on genetics and biology. This is where we believe she got the idea for her vile acts. It was there in one of those books she found the idea for how to make her legacy last forever despite the fact she was infertile. It was there that she was able to cure that ailment and do what alchemists tried and failed for centuries. To choose the race of a pony before it was born.
I am aware as to what i am suggesting however with the first of her daughters being born and many more being screened it is obvious she cracked a code that stumped her predecessors for over a thousand years. She forced all her offspring to be born female and a pegasus in addition to carrying most of her traits.
Now onto the final point which in my opinion was the moment she broke. The Mare do well incident. Sure she displayed positive signs of growth but you cannot break a key part of someponies personality overnight without causing damage. What was made manifest within her mind due to that confrontation would ruin the lives of hundreds of ponies. Instead of damaging her ego it enforced it to a degree hitherto unimaginable. Indeed after her capture she exceeded any measurement we had previously used to test ego. I believe that series of events forced her ego to sublimate and figure out logical reasons for its continued pervasity. This ultimately culminated in believing that when she did those things to those mares that it was an act of kindness.
The nature of this madness must be studied but justice must be done as well. It is my personal opinion and not indicative of any other party that has funded or assisted in my research that she should be locked within the deepest dungeons for the rest of her life to be studied. Psychology is a young field after all and i beleive this case study could serve as a good test and a firm warning. Provided her feats in alchemy are expunged of course.
For once in my life I didn't want to be out drinking with my friends. Although the cider was awesome it wasn't quite as good as checking my experiments at home. After all ensuring that legacy of a pony as awesome as me could never be beat even by cider. Well maybe if it's AJ's reserve... Than it would have been a tough call. Now I know what you're thinking, Rainbow Awesome Dash complaining about hitting the town? Well if I wasn't sitting at this table dealing with a drunk Berry Punch after my friends all left to find her marefriend it would be a different story. Hopefully they get back soon and relieve me of having to deal with this lush. My only thought was "Good luck with that". She vanishes the instant she sees Berry with a bottle. I can't blame her or my friends though, not really. Berry is Berry annoying.
I have got to stop hanging out at the library first weird words like lush now puns. Twilight is going to be the death of me.
Berry's drunken rambling stirs me from a desperate wish to fly off and leave her here. Not like I would leave a freind hanging or something but it was a nice thought. “And then she says, she says Berry you can't walk!” Berry’s slurring isn't bad surprisingly and the little dance she does while only on her hind hooves was quite impressive. How does she act so coordinated while not being able to hold her head straight like that? Is her special talent not wine making but being drunk?
Her story continues to ramble into something long and convoluted about her marefriend being and I quote "A silly sexy filly." At least she's a happy drunk. I sip my cider then think better of it and drink the rest of it. Might take the edge off this irritating mare. When I sit back against the plush seat of the bar the booze finally pushes against my senses. That's muuuch better.
As she flops back into the booth and downs another cider her eyes droop and her whole body language shifts. Uh oh I spoke too soon. What was she talking about? Something about her marefriend than silence than this. Is that guilt I see? Here comes the sob story, come on Rainbow dash keep it together don't be rude to her face. Smile and nod. Oh sweet celestia she is crying on my shoulder. Ew ew ew ew. Wait don't drink more! My hoof reaches out to intercept the drink I didn't notice her order but the wino is surprisingly fast and downs the two shots before even my lightning reflexes can touch it.
Holy shit she is like a drunken ninja or something! Nopony is faster than me! I feel a slight sense of respect at that feat when an idea hits me. If she's that fast maybe she would. No it's not ready. But than again all the testing had come back positive so far. My thoughts wander back to my cloud house and my experiments. Just last year I would have discarded such a thing as me Rainbow freaking awesome Dash having a lab as ridiculous. But it turns out I was awesome at the whole science thing too, not like anypony is surprised. I smirk to myself but bury it quickly, can't let them on to the fact that I still know how awesome I am. They might try to fix me again. A shudder escapes me as I look back to Berry then around to anypony near by. Only the waitress is the only paying attention. I relax slightly, the thought of all my friends getting together and trying to fix me again had made my wings flare without thinking. I quickly relax and sit as comfortable as I can.
The waitress is getting antsy for us to pay our tab. She shifts from one hoof to the other while trying not to stare at the mare bawling her eyes out on my lap. Why is she? OoooOOooo that does feel good. Wait. I pick up berry and take her half conscious lips from my cock. Fuck now i'm just about hard. She quickly gets back to her important task of trying to drown my shoulder in her tears as if nothing happened. I pay the waitress who rolls her golden eyes and pretends she saw nothing. I hand her too many bits and cough as she counts. She leaves without another word. "Thank Celestia."
She is nodding off on my now sopping wet shoulder. Major ew. A twitch from between my legs brings my train of thought back to the matter at hoof. Reluctantly I admit to myself this would be the perfect test. My mind's made up but how? Do I seduce her? No she was just barely rambling about how she felt guilty about cheating on colgate that one time. Maybe-no that wasn't right. I couldn't just rape her. Surely she could see how I would be a much better… father? Than anypony else. But if Mare do well taught me anything it's that everypony can't see how awesome I am. I clear my thoughts and set myself to the first thing first, getting out of here.
Berry hasn't moved since passing out on my shoulder, a faint line of drool ruining my coat. Note to self remember to shower as soon as i'm home. I place a hoof on her shoulder and shake gently. Than firmly. Finally she looks up at me still half asleep. Good enough. I push her gently and tell her. “We better get you home Berry girl.”
She nods weakly and leans on me for support. Getting her out of the booth was an exercise and a half but thankfully she seems well trained in leaning on somepony and letting them guide them wherever. I feel the last of the alcohol hit me when my hooves hit the ground. It isn't much but the faint feeling of warmth and happiness that spreads through me is a nice contrast to having to deal with an inebriated Berry Punch all night. Awesome word huh? Inebriated, means like super drunk. All that reading must be making me even cooler. Maybe hanging with Twi wasn't all bad.
We are outside now the air is cool but it has nothing on the upper atmosphere winds i've flown. Now we just need to get you home Berry Punch than I can give you the best gift anypony can receive. A wolfish grin threatens to spread across my face but is quickly dashed by Berry as she careens into the ground. I roll my eyes and help her up. I tell her to grab my tail in her teeth so I can guide her home. The few ponies outside give us a side long glance but their eyes don't linger long.
If only I could just throw her on my back and fly her home. Not like I am so unawesome that I couldn't do it but I wouldn't want her to ruin my mane if she threw up all over me. Her teeth grab my tail and I proceed off towards her home. The night is dark and the faint trickle of ponies in and out of the bar quickly disappears when we round a corner. The marketplace is empty and makes crossing it quick. I pull her as quick as I dare. Thoughts of her ripping out my gorgeous tail with her drunken stumbling makes me constantly look back just to be sure.
The streets beyond the marketplace are empty save for a single white cat my expert senses pick up. Even it dashes out into an alley as we come around the corner. The houses are dark. Not even the faint wavering of a candle inside a house marrs the darkness.
Suddenly I feel a pressure on the base of my butt and my tail pulls painfully as Berry begins wobbling. Yanking my tail from her teeth I turn in time to see her stumble into an empty alley, crashing into a wall of garbage cans. The smell is intense but i'm too angry at what she did to my tail. It's ruined! I'm not some fru fru fashionesta like Rarity but even I know when a tail is ruined! The edges are frayed and I swear it looks like she bit off a mouth full at the end. I stomp down the quiet alley as she stands only to stumble deeper in, far beyond what little light came from the moon and street lights.
I feel the anger build within me as my hooves slam into the dirt. How did she manage to stumble so far into the pitch black alleyway? Whatever it doesn't matter I quickly find her sprawled out in a mud puddle her body slick with sweat and dirt. Thankfully she isn't covered in garbage as I think that a banana peel floats by her rainbow colored muzzle. What? I lean in. Pony feathers I was right. She has a mouth full of my tail still.
My anger becomes rage and a familiar warmth spreads across my stomach as if on cue. The hoof I was about to smash into the back of her dumb head becomes a gentle caress. My fluctuating emotions quickly die down into a simmering pot of desire. My hoof slowly traces down her neck and across her back. She is deceptively strong, her powerful back muscles are hard beneath my touch. Yes she will be a perfect mother. Maybe my daughter will get her earth pony strength too. The thought sends a ripple down my spine making my length shudder beneath me. Her legs are spread wide, laying open in the shallow end of the puddle. Her tail is already off to the side leaving her pussy open to the midnight air.
A smell wafts up to my nose which takes me by surprise. I pull in a deep lung full of the scent just to be sure. Between the mingling scent of earth and rain wafts the familiar scent of arousal. On second thought I shouldn't be surprised she was so turned on. She did after all get an amazing view of my plot just minutes ago. Just the thought of my own juicy flanks and perfectly toned butt makes my cock finish hardening while my pussy drips in anticipation. I stop shaking my flank side to side and look back down at the much less awesome but still pretty good one lying in a puddle in front of me. I ignore the mud that grips to my hooves, the water seeping into my coat. The smell of garbage and day old pastries in order to focus the entirety of my attention on the soon to be mother of my child.
Thats right, I solved my infertility. Was there ever any doubt I could be awesome at flying and alchemy? Berry mumbles something and places a hoof under her chin suddenly pushing her butt backwards as if grinding against an unseen partner. I faintly hear the name Colgate as I lean down and take a long sniff of her now sopping wet pussy. She should be mumbling my name but she will in time.
I step over her my hooves sloshing through the cold water I hardly notice. Not even the thought of ruining my perfect coat bothers me anymore. My long cock slaps against my stomach as I slowly lower myself down savoring every second. Relishing in Berry’s arousal makes my cock twitch at the promise of stuffing something full. My body weight lays across Berry’s as my cock settles against the folds of her pussy. My rock hard tip quickly becomes covered in her juices. I rub my cock against her moist lips. Lubing up my perfect cock completely. Uncaring to whether or not it's lubed by the muddy puddle or her dripping pussy. Leaning down gently I place a soft kiss on her neck and grace her with the comforting sound of my voice. “Prepare to be the first of many my dear Berry.”
For a second she seems like she is about to wake up. Her eyes stir and her front hooves shift suddenly. A sudden sliver of panic is wedged into my brain halting all thoughts. Her movements are slow, a hoof spreads out into the water, uncaring. Her neck tenses, a million excuses forming in my head. Her head rolls to the side and whimpers softly. Gone are my excuses for even asleep she knows she needs it. Shes such a good mare to give it to me even in this dirty alley. I place my head against her wet, dripping lips after a few misses. Meanwhile her tongue lolls out of her mouth and into the dirty puddle. The heat coming off her marehood is intense and I silently wished I was a unicorn so I could have slid into her sooner with magic. But the thought is gone the instant the head of my magnificent cock slides into her. Besides, you can't improve on perfection.
A wave of pleasure so intense it threatens to overwhelm me right than and there overtakes me. I bite my lip and wait waiting out the waves of pleasure. I need to be as deep as I can before I finish. I want to have some fun first this isn't just business after all. Her breathing quickens and I can feel her legs spread a little wider for me. She may not know how much she needs it but her body does. Mares could never resist me after all. I adjust my hooves, careful not to pull out of her. I want her ready and loose for when I jam my cock against her cervix. Just thinking about it makes me want to abandon all pretense of pleasure and rape the shit out of her.
I hold back, barely it's been far too long since I found a hole worthy of my perfect stallionhood. The earth pony beneath me lets out a low moan and I feel her inner muscles ripple around my cock head. She mumbles something about bits and begins snoring loudly. Content my mare is ready I slowly shift my weight further onto her and push my hips against hers. The slow dragging feeling as my cock slides into her well lubricated pussy sends shivers down my spine. Her muscles spread against the force of my amazing penis. I can feel her unciouslessly arch her back in a desperate hope to feel me deeper inside her.
The ecstasy of my stallionhood resting inside her convulsing tunnel threatens to break my concentration. My will is strong and I hold on to the sensation for as long as I think I can before shoving the last few inches inside her and settling my weight on top of her completely. I look down at her looking for signs of stirring from her drunken coma. The last few drinks she gulped down must be hitting her system by now as even her shivering legs have stopped twitching. For a panicked second I think I might have drowned her but the water in the muddy puddle doesn't even reach her lips.
Finally ready to plow my mare as i want i take a breath and reluctantly pull out once more. Enjoying the feeling of my mare’s muscles rippling around my stallionhood desperately trying to pull me back inside her waiting depths. I can feel her need, the way her hips press back against me as if to pull me back inside her. The shortened breath as she awaits my thrust. My resistance gives way and I begin to ignore my earlier trepidation. She is knocked out and no amount of pleasure from even a mare as perfect as me can stop that.
I lift my weight slightly and angle my cock down for a better position and begin to slam into her cunt with all the speed I can muster. A small part of me makes sure I slow at the tail end of my thrust Just to make sure my cock head only touches against her cervix. No matter how badly the rest of me just wants to slam into it. Wouldn't want to have to knock her out if she suddenly woke up.
The feeling of sliding in and out of her now well used cunt at a speed only i can do is amazing. Her muscles hardly have a moment to adjust before i've already pulled out then slammed back in. I hear a faint moan escape my mare's lips. Good it's right that she should feel all the pleasure i'm giving her. A little reward for the fact she is going to bear my foal. Her plump well cushioned bottom quakes with each thrust. Rippling back and forth as my hips slam against hers. It's faintly hypnotic, maybe I should see her again after this just to make sure my seed takes root. If nothing else than to rock this gorgeous of ass of hers one more time.
A hoof moves as if she is trying to stand making me have to think quickly. I can't just knock her out, that would be cruel and if i don't do it in the first hit then things might get messy. Panicking for only a second longer i settle on an idea i pray will work. Summoning up as much calm as i can I channel my inner fluttershy and hum a faint tune and slow my thrusts considerably, willing my orgasm to come faster. I don't hold back against the waves of pleasure as they crash against me. Right as I can feel something contract and my orgasm begin to build Berry rolls her head to the side and mutters. “Five more minutes.” I keep up the faint tune for a few seconds longer, thankful all those songs we sing has given me an amazing singing voice.
That little scare dealt with I gently increase my speed chasing the orgasm that is evading my grasp. After a few quick thrusts that end in my cock kissing her womb I feel my balls churn and begin to cum. The flared head of my cock might be too much for the semi conscious mare and I can feel her pussy become painfully tight around me. I ready a hoof to strike her in the back of the head if she wakes up. however she doesn't even stir as I feel rope after thick rope splatter against her cervix painting her insides with my cum. Shrugging silently I wait out the last of my orgasm and gently pull my quickly softening cock out of her gaping cunt.
Her cunt hangs open to the cold night air a thin trail of cum slowly mixes with the puddle we are both lying in. The stiff breeze picking up coupled with the water covering parts of my coat suddenly catch up with me making a shiver run down my spine. We better get inside. Berry shouldn't catch a cold especially now that she has something so important inside her.
I poke her a few times with a hoof. She only groans and makes no effort to stand i feel a thread of anger worm its way back into my brain and i briefly considered just walking away. The perfect foal she will be carrying inside her is far more important than me not getting my hooves a little more wet. Glancing down to her open legs I grimace as i see the pool of cum running down her legs, wasted. Thinking quickly I lean down and lick up all my precious seed, collecting it in my mouth. Lapping gently at her drooling pussy I collect all I can before slipping my tongue inside and collecting the rest. As always I taste amazing, faintly spicy with a twinge of citrus. I decide not to drink it as I usually do and instead walk to the front of Berry and gently open her mouth with my own. Pooling all the cum on my tongue i gently slide it into her mouth and rub it gently against hers depositing my steaming load into her mouth. She doesn't fight the kiss and in moments i can see her start to swallow reflexively.
A thin trail of cum runs down the edge of her muzzle which I quickly lick up. Thankfully she swallows the rest without issue. Even though a small but vocal part of me voiced its frustration at not being able to enjoy any of my wonderful cum. Probably thinking it was little more than excess spit in her drunken stupor. Such a good mare, I will definitely have to come back and see her again just to make sure she gets a reward.
Trotting around her unconscious body I nod silently before throwing her right foreleg over my shoulder and hoisting her onto my back. She is heavy, much heavier than I thought for a mare her size. Damn earth ponies always being deceptively heavy. But it's nothing the amazing Rainbow Dash can't handle. The long trudge back to her house was dead silent giving me time to come up with a plan. All I had to do was drop her in her house. It would be warm and she would be easily found. Job done I can go back home and get some beauty sleep. (Not like I need it though.)
But what if she got sick or something happened and the baby didn't come out right. That was ridiculous it would only be a day old it wouldn't have more than a handful of cells. Despite being ridiculous the thought would not leave my mind. On and on as I crossed the final street to her house my brain ran around in circles like a timber wolf after its tail. Sighing in defeat I decided to put her in her own bed. That should be more than enough to stave off the cold. I fumble with the keys she gave me earlier dropping them into the dirt beside her door. Vanishing into the darkness in a blink of an eye. I search around in the dark for a few seconds before snorting and deciding to just try opening the door first.
With a slight creak her front door opens to a small dark living room. I should have known she wouldn't have bothered locking it. Looking down to where i think the keys are I reach down slightly only to have the mare on my back shift forward her weight threatening to send me toppling into the dirt. Fuck it, I’ll just get them later. The darkness is too much for my night vision without the moon overhead. As my eyes adjust i note the distinct lack of any lighting at all. I tip hoof as best as I can despite my burden just to be absolutely sure. Hoping that her kid isn't waiting somewhere for her mom to come home. I glance down the hallway towards the two doors, both are open. One leading to a bathroom based on the tiled floor i see while the other leads to the master bedroom. Their filly's room is probably upstairs. I breathe easier knowing I don't have to carry this beast of a mare up those steep looking steps. I quickly turn the corner and topple Berry onto her bed just as my quaking knees threaten to give out on me.
I glance one last time at the sleeping mare lying sideways on the bed. Enjoying the view her tail gratefully left open for me. A heat threatens to rise between my legs making me jerk my head away. I can't let myself get turned on again, this was already pushing it. No matter how much the thought of my cum swimming around inside her womb turns me on. I curse as I step back out into the cold air. I can already feel my cock slowly hardening despite the cool wind.
I strain my eyes against the night thanking Luna her moon was bright tonight. Where were those sun forsaken keys? My hooves dig around in vain against the cold unresponsive dirt. Several minutes of thoroughly trampling what was left of her azaleas and still no keys. I stretch and take a breath of fresh air in time to catch a lance of light right to my unprepared eyes. My finely honed instincts kick in and my head ducks beneath the window. I cast a furtive glance back and forth, once more the empty street greats me. Not even that inquisitive cat is hanging around. Something cold and hard pokes against my chest. Glancing down I see the dim reflection of light against metal. I roll my eyes and grab the keys unaware of how hard i was pressing my body against the muddy earth.
I can hear stumbling from inside followed by a muted crash, some cursing than silence. The sound of straining than an audible pop breaks the silence. Don't tell me she is drinking more? What is she trying to do kill herself? I tentatively poke my head up over the lip of the window. Damn that's bright. I squint making out a pinkish blob come into focus. There in the middle of her kitchen was a rather disheveled Berry Punch pouring herself a glass of wine. With half a care she tosses the bottle back into the cupboard and closes it with a slam. It clatters and rolls for a few seconds before stopping.
She turns away from me throwing back half the cup in one mighty swing. Her cheeks bulge from one side to the other swishing the wine back and forth. That bitch didn't like the taste of me! How dare she shirk my gift. It's the most any mare couldn't possibly want or need. Stuffing down the feelings of disappointment and anger that threatens to harden my already twitching cock i focus on the cold dirt in an effort to deflate my hardening member. I peek back into the window just in time to catch her pound back the rest of her wine and stumble around the room. Her fat juicy plot wiggling as she tries to get back to her room. She stumbles forward bumping into a table and sending her gorgeous flanks rippling. The mud that mars her coat does little to diminish her allure something about a dirty mare always gets me hot.
I feel my cock slap up against my stomach leaping up as i catch a glimpse of a few strands of my cum dripping out of her pussy. If I wait I could probably fuck her again when she passes out. But what if Colgate comes home? No that's not possible they went to get her back after she ran off to be alone. That was all the way across town. I have about another hour and a bit before they could be back, provided they came right home and didn't check at the bar. That meant I had more than enough time to… No I can't, she's wake up and i can't get caught.
The throbbing need bobbing against my stomach argues against taking the easy/responsible way out. It only takes another long second to watch her flank disappear around the corner before I agree with my dick slip back inside. Hesitating at the steps waiting for her hoof steps to fade. Thankfully the dried mud on my hooves dampened the sound of my hoofsteps. I flick the lights back off as I pass the switch. Pausing as I strain my ears into the dark there doesn't seem to be a response. My hooves carry me into the living room. Extending my neck to peek around the corner to the hall i take in the sight of a dark empty hallway. Through her open door I can hear the sound of her snoring from all the way in the living room. I glance around once more, looking up to the stairs first. Not a peep. If Berry pinch is home she is either asleep or too scared to come see what happened to her mother. I cast a quick glance across the living room and attached kitchen/dining room. Other than a misplaced glass of wine everything seems in order.
I nose the door open wary for even the faintest creak. When it opened just enough to allow me entry I decided not to test my luck by opening it anymore. There laying on her side, her legs spread randomly was my mare. Her snores were much louder in the small room and I wished I had something to jam into my ears. However a silent throb from my stallionhood drew my attention down between her back legs. For what seemed like the first time tonight her marehood was covered by her tail.
I tear my eyes from the tiny glimpse of my prize hidden behind her tail in order to make sure she was actually asleep. Her heavy lids were closed allowing me to sneak closer to her sleeping face. “Berry Punch.” I whispered at first. Than louder. “Berry punch.” No reaction. Her eyes didn't so much as flicker in response. “BERRY PUNCH!” I yell as loud as I dare. Still nothing.
With a sigh of relief I quickly flap up and land on the bed. I poke her a few times all over her body with a hoof while calling her name. Other than a twitch when I poked her neck she didn't move. I repeat myself a few more times without any reaction before letting a smile spread across my face.
Abandoning all pretense of pleasure I quickly slide my cock inside her. It only takes a few tries and i'm thankful I am rutting her on a soft bed this time instead of some mud puddle in an alley. The image of us fucking in that alley on the cold ground is kinda hot though. I shift my weight down and plunge my cock all the way inside her making the head rest firmly against her cervix. The moment my cock head touches against the still faintly slippery entry to her womb I feel a surge of run like electricity up my back.
I ride the feeling for several long seconds before I grind my hips against hers. Satisfied I cannot jam my cock any deeper into my broodmare I settle down into a comfortable position. Mmm brood mare, the words seem right in my mind. That is all this little mare is. A nice carrier to further spread my awesomeness. Just a sack of meat that will give birth to something a million times cooler. Her only purpose to take load after load of cum until she swells from my foal.
I cannot take my own self imposed teasing any longer. With the image of a Berry Punch heavy with my foal fresh in my mind I slide out of her and slam back in. Absent is her inner muscles trying to grip against my large cock. They are completely slack as true sleep overtook her senses. But I don't care. It no longer matters if she enjoys it, it's not about her after all. My wings spread wide allowing me to slam in and out of her with more and more speed. With each thrust I let out a quick flap lurching me forward hilting me inside her drooling cunt. I can feel the cum I put inside her earlier pool around my cock. I readjust and lift her limp leg slightly, gripping onto it tightly. The leverage allows me to go a tiny bit deeper.
Her breathing quickens but only seems to change the tempo of her snoring. The change in position feels fantastic I feel the resistance as my cock head pressed firmly against her womb. With each deep push of my hips i feel the slight resistance as my cock tries to slip into the deepest reaches of her pussy. The feeling almost drives me to cum right than and there but I drive the feeling down. Allotting myself another few minutes to enjoy the hot tightness of my brood mare. I wrap my forehooves around her back leg I slam into her recklessly, foregoing any pretense of finesse. The small room is quickly filled with the sound of my cock hammering away into her tight snatch. The wet slap of my heavy balls fills the room making her snoring fade into the background.
Our coats marred by water, dirt and mud rub against the bed quickly ruining her sheets. I don't even take note of it until later. I let out a moan of satisfaction as i feel my cock press a little too hard against the entrance to her womb. I stuff a hoof in my mouth and chastise myself for getting carried away. Gripping her leg tighter I redouble my speed making her snore turn two pitches higher.
With a hoof i reach down to feel my cock enter her pussy only to come in contact with soft slightly muddy flesh of her breasts. Bringing back the hoof in shock I look down and for the first time really look at them. I hadn't been able to get a good view until now but they are enormous. Almost the size of my hoof each! If it wasn't for the perception spell everypony uses there would be no hiding these monsters. I really had made the perfect choice for my future foal. They certainly won't go hungry. I roughly knead the large orbs with a hoof as I bottom out inside her.
Slowly grinding my hips against hers as I enjoy the feeling of her large tits against my hoof and crotch. They are so soft and big, I imagine just how big they will get when they swell with milk. Those twin orbs doubling in size as they try and make enough milk for her hungry baby. The thought alone brings my orgasm rocketing to the front of my mind. Suddenly incredibly close I grab her leg with both of mine and spend the last few thrusts finding that perfect angle I felt when my cock head pushed against her cervix.
Biting my lip to stave off the pleasure that threatens to overwhelm me for just a second longer. I hold out until I feel the tell tale feeling of resistance. Focusing all my attention on my cock I gently push against that wall of resistance until I feel our hips connect. A small moan escapes my lips as I let the dam break. With a twitch i feel my balls let loose thick loads of cum directly inside her innermost reaches. Although fucking her in that alley was fucking hot nothing could beat the feeling of absolutely filling her womb with my spunk. That was a thought that would get me through many lonely nights.
As an afterthought I look down at Berry. Her eyes are still closed and although her snoring is erratic and quickly rises and falls in a strangely sing song tone she remains firmly asleep. Even her cunt is still loose and pliable. A yelp escapes my throat and I stuff my hoof back into my mouth as the last of my orgasm finally dies off. With great reluctance I pull my perfect cock out of her with a wet pop. I slowly shift down and look at my prize focusing intently lest I get engrossed in her amazing tits. Only the smallest of streams of cum trickle out of her and into my mouth. I savor my taste once more and slide my tongue inside enjoying our intermingling flavors intensely.
Using the single ray of moonlight that breaks through her shades as my guide I look down. With a grunt of satisfaction that all evidence is either firmly locked within her womb or in my belly I silently slink back through the living room while staring at the stairs. Not even the faint click of filly hooves on wood graces my ears. Perfect. I toss the keys that had fallen in the living room onto the table and close the door behind me.
The sound of conversation carrying down the street startles me from my post orgasm bliss. With a few quick flaps of my wings I leap up into the air and zip down the alley behind Berry Punch's house and around a corner to peek back out at the approaching group. A larger purple unicorn stands to the left of a blue unicorn and a white unicorn. Straining my eyes against the little light left in the night I make out wings on the purple unicorn and instantly realize Twilight and Rarity are guiding a still shaky Colgate home. Perfect timing. Eager to get back to the bar and establish my alibi I pump my wings a few times. Surging into the air I am back in the bar before my friends even get Colgate home.
