Bumbling through my Education

Chapter 15: Let’s call it… Art

Bumble looked at the honey colored Unicorn mare in front of him. Her right eye twitched, she was staring in disbelief, and at the moment so was he. He felt the stir of magic on him, and then he felt it around his cock. He knew from experience, thanks to Flagrante and Luna, what it was like to receive a magic job. This wasn’t quite that, but instead it was like somepony was getting an idea of the size of cock he had. He watched as she cleared her throat, looked at Honeypot, and smiled.

“Sweetie, it’s so good to see you, and I’m certainly glad that you found a very, wonderful stallion. We so need to talk about your life together,” she said as she reached over and hugged Honeypot.

Standing there uncertain about what was going on around him Bumble felt his herd move into the home, and so he followed. Nearby he noticed a soft orange colored Earth Pony mare working what looked like some miniature automatons. She looked toward them, her white mane was pulled up into a ponytail, and he could see a thin layer of sweat on her brow. She gave them a smile, and he tried to keep from looking at the fact that all she seemed to be dressed in was a heavy canvas apron.

“Dusty Rose, I think that you’re bothering Honeypot’s new stallion’s morality,” the Unicorn mare said.

“Silky Spectre, I’m certain that he’s seen everything I got when he’s bedded those mares, so he can get over it,” she gave him a smile, “No offense, but some of these parts are pretty warm, and I simply don’t want to get overheated.”

He nodded, “O..Of course. I don’t mean to stare if I do.”

She giggled, “Just means that you’re a stallion, but you’re also a good one because you’re not trying to figure a way of ruttin’ the living Tartarus out of me. That talks pretty damned high of your character,” she said as she stretched and then she unhooked the back of the apron and let it fall off of her frame.

Bumble took notice that she was built similar to Pina, although her breasts weren’t quite as large, but at the same time she seemed to be very pregnant.

“Dusty, I really wish that you’d let me help you!” Posey exclaimed.

Dusty Rose rolled her eyes, “Oh, my Sweet Kisses, you worry too much about me. Besides, I’m just pregnant, it’s not like I’m dying.”

There was a thunderous belch that echoed through the house and Silky Spectre rolled her eyes, “Well, sounds like Moonbeam is up.”

With that a Lunar Pegasus mare strolled into the room. She was wearing a pair of panties and what looked like a shirt that just barely covered her breasts.

“Honeypot, you’re home?” she asked in a sleepy voice.

She neared her herd daughter and hugged her, “It’s good to see you… Oh, is this the stallion?”

Bumble felt her hug him, and then he felt her hand around his cock. His eyes widened and he looked frantically toward his herdmates.

“Damn! He’s hung!”

Moonbeam heard something and turned toward a less than thrilled Princess of the Night. She swallowed, and smiled.

“Your Highness, I… I… Why didn’t somepony tell me that he’s a bleeding Prince Consort?!”

Posey grinned, “Because then you wouldn’t have learned anything,” she looked at Princess Luna, “And Your Highness, I apologise on behalf of my sisterwife. She’s a little abrasive, but she’s a very caring mother. In her own way she wanted to make sure that, Bumble, is able to satisfy our daughter.”

Luna looked at Posey and then she looked back at Moonbeam who was desperately trying to make herself look as nonthreatening as possible.

“Very well, we shall overlook this instance, on the understanding that it does not happen again without express permission from our stallion.”

Bumble looked at Luna a little surprised.

She smiled at him, “Beloved, it is mothers caring for their daughter. If asked, and if you are comfortable, I will hold no grudge should they want ensure that you are capable of satisfying any of us,” she quickly looked at the four mares, “But there are limits! We might herd, but we are not an open herd!”

Almost as if by divine intervention the sound of singing filled the room as a charcoal gray colored stallion with a black mane danced into the room. His voice sounded, almost heavenly as he danced swaying his rump from side to side. Everypony in Bumble’s herd, with the exception of Honeypot who was trying to hide from the embarrassment, was watching this stallion who was dressed in a tight pair of high cutoff shorts, a tank top that was splattered with paint, and his dancing, while random, seemed to be inspired by something ethereal.

“A stallion strolls down the street, He says, why am I so soft in the middle now? Why am I soft in the middle when the rest of my life is so hard.”

He stopped singing after a moment, looked around, and his eyes went wide. He rushed toward Honeypot, who was still trying to escape being embarrassed, and suddenly she was lifted into an embrace by this stallion.

“My little Moon and Stars!”

“Daddy, it’s good to see you,” she said as he hugged her.

He put her down and Bumble took a look at him. It was obvious that Honeypot got his coloring, but she certainly favored after her mother when it came to looks. Not to say that he was bad looking. Far from it, but he did notice that the stallion had multiple piercings in his ears, one in his bottom lip, and Bumble didn’t want to know where else he had one, or more.

“You must be Bumble!” he felt the stallion hug him, and then he felt those hands caress his back.

“I wish that my daughter would have told us about you, instead of learning about you through the news, but still, I’m glad to meet you!”

He gave Bumble a gentle smile, and then he looked at the herd behind him.

“And you must be special to have a herd this large. And is that… Oh Your Highness,” he said as he bowed his head.

Luna smiled, “We..I thank thee, you, but please you need not treat me any different from my herdmates. I am here to visit as a member of this herd, not as your Princess.”

He grinned, “That works for me, I hate to ask, but I’ve been itching to do a piece featuring yourself and your sister. Would it be too much to ask if you’d be willing to pose for me? Nothing trashy, I promise, but certainly artistic and tasteful.”

Honeypot sighed, “Daddy, please, we just got here.”

He smiled, “I know my little Moon and Stars, but it would certainly mean quite a bit to me.”

“I see no harm in it,” Luna replied.

“Wonderful! Not at the moment though, as my daughter said you’ve just arrived! We’ve got plenty of room… Are those guards with you?”

He asked pointing at the small company of guards standing outside of the house.

“Yes, unfortunately they must go where I go.”

He grinned, “That’s fine… Although if some of them would be willing, I’d love to get some of them to model as well. I feel inspiration calling, and I must listen!”

Honeypot sighed as she watched her father. She loved him, he was her father after all, but did he ever embarrass her at times. She could see him working his way back through her herd, stopping to talk to a couple of her herdmates, including Pina, and then he worked his way outside.

“I’m so, so sorry,” she said.

Bumble smiled, “It’s okay.”

Luna grinned as she leaned in toward her, “It is quite all right sweet Honeypot. Your father is quite, enthusiastic, but I feel no malice from him.”

She sighed, “No, he doesn’t mean anypony any harm, but… Just know that he kind of doesn’t get personal boundaries.”

Bumble watched as he walked back in. Like Honeypot he was an Earth Pony, but there was something charismatic about him. He seemed to be easily likeable, although Bumble still wasn’t sure how he felt about that hug. It seemed a little, forward, or at least he considered it to be a little forward. He could be wrong, but he wasn’t sure he’d be quite so comfortable with somepony that was dating one of his foals.

He considered that for a moment. He was going to have foals. It wasn’t a will he, but it was a given fact that he was going to have foals. He didn’t feel bad about it in the slightest. Instead there was a part of him looking forward to seeing those foals. He also wondered what all of his mares would look like when they were pregnant. Looking at Dusty Rose he wondered if their bellies would be as enlarged as her was.

The idea that they could look like she did wasn’t upsetting in the slightest. Instead he felt his cock twitch as he pictured Honeypot, her belly round with foal, her hips wider, her breasts full and large. The idea that he was part of the cause to make her like that, and the thought of how soft she’d feel when they were rutting made a small smile cross his face. His eyes went to each and every one of his mares, and he pictured them each with foal.

His eyes stopped a little longer as he looked at Majira and Luna. He pictured Luna, round bellied, her wings fluttering while he was inside of her tailhole, her moans as her belly and breasts swayed with each thrust. His mind left the image after a moment. He looked toward what distracted him, and saw Posey.

The Pegasus mare smiled brightly, but he could see a knowing look in her eyes. Almost as if she knew what he had been doing. In truth he felt like a colt that had just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Grinning sheepishly he walked with his herd as Posey and Silky Spectre led them upstairs. There was several rooms available, but instead of leading toward several different rooms they found a large room with several mattresses grouped together.

Walking in Bumble heard the sound of small hooves on the floor behind the group. He turned around to see a filly that had to be about four years old. The little Lunar Pegasus was watching them with the most curious green eyes. She moved toward them, slowly, her actions telling the story of a predator hunting prey. She neared Luna, and the Lunar Diarch purposefully ignored her, wanting to see what the little one’s impulse would be.

She lowered herself, believing that she was not being observed, her rump wiggled as she launched toward the Princess of the Night, her wings stretched out fully, and before she could hit she was caught by her Princess. She hissed at Luna. Luna’s teal colored eyes narrowed at her, and the little Thestral had the good sense to act docile. Luna smiled at her, and she was rewarded with a hug from the little filly.

“Star! Are you bothering your sister’s herd?!”

“No Mama!” she shouted back.

Luna lowered her and the little Thestral gave her a smile. She watched as the little one ran from the room. She touched herself on the belly, the thought of having foals was something she’d considered for a while, and there was times that she did conceive. Such as when she was married to Shipwrecker well over a thousand years ago. She shivered as she remembered her former husband. Unlike Bumble he was a ruthless bully and drunkard.

It wasn’t that she could decline the marriage. Equestria needed allies, and the easiest way of gaining them was through political marriages. But she still remembered how rough and violent Shipwrecker was. She hated that he was her first experience. He sought to sate his own lusts, cared nothing for her desires or needs, and often fell, thankfully, asleep after he had sated himself. Until recently her happiest memories of any relationship was that of Shipwrecker stumbling drunkenly out of the tower window of the small Shetland castle he Lairded over, and then forget he was a Pegasus as he fell.

It wasn’t that Celestia had it any better. She remembered hearing about the Minotaur noble that had received her in marriage. She remembered her sister crying after returning home. She could remember the details in her dreams, the way he treated her, the way he passed her to his loyal nobility. The fact that neither she, nor Celestia, destroyed their former husbands was beyond her. Although, if Celestia’s dreams were anything to go by her former husband was rather small, even compared to a pony.

She felt two arms wrap around her waist, and she sighed as she leaned into the stallion she knew was behind her.

“Thinking of something?”

She nodded, “I was. I was thinking about the past, and how much I want to have a better future.”

She felt his lips, tender soft, kissing her neck, “We have a better future.”

His hands moved up the violet dress she was wearing. She felt him stop just under her breasts and she let out a small lust filled moan. He moved his hands below her top, feeling of her, teasing her nipples, causing them to stand to attention. She felt his mouth nipping at her shoulder, and she found herself grinding into him. The spell was simple enough, it was one that she knew could spread out further, but she was fine with the possibility. It wouldn’t affect anypony that was already with foal. She let her horn light up, the spell began to surge, and then she felt it move through her.

Within moments she felt the stirrings of her estrus, magically induced as it was, and she knew that it would end soon, a few hours instead of days, but it was enough time for a pregnancy to take hold. She felt him move one of his hands again, finding the clasp for her strap that was around the back of her neck, and she felt it fall. The same hand moved to the zipper that was on her side, and her dress soon was on the floor.

She turned toward him, dressed only in a pair of lacy black panties at this point. She closed her eyes as she felt him kissing her, his thumbs found the waistband of her panties, and soon they joined her dress on the floor. He led her to the mattresses, laid her down, and spread her legs apart. She felt his tongue as he began to trace her now puffy outer lips. She turned her head and moaned softly as he began to explore deeper inside of her.

Her hands went to the back of his head, holding him close as her hips began to thrust into his loving muzzle. She wanted him, she needed him, and she pulled his head away from her sopping pussy.

“Take me, now, beloved, please take me now!”

His clothes came off easily, and she saw the massive hardon he was sporting. He knelt down, his cock touching her entrance, and then he pushed forward. At that moment the both of them felt a collection of experiences that they wished the other could feel. Bumble felt the velvety softness of her as she engulfed him into a blazing inferno, but it was one he was more than happy to be inside of. He felt the way she was flexing and relaxing around his shaft, the way it felt when he touched her cervix, and then how it felt when he pushed into it, pushed into her womb. Luna felt the welcome intrusion of Bumble’s most marvelous cock. She felt how he moved into her with a single thrust, and how full she felt. She wanted, more than anything, to carry his foal. She wanted more than that, but she felt the desire to carry a foal, to mate with him, and she wrapped her legs around him as he thrust into her.

“RUT ME! RUT ME BELOVED! RUT ME LIKE AN UNRULY FILLY!”

The fact there was no soundproofing spell became more evident as the animals outside went into the hiding from the sound of the Princess of the Night screaming her orgasmic bliss out in her Royal Canterlot Voice. Bumble felt his own orgasm rising, and after a few more thrusts he was inside of her womb as he dumped load after load into her. He pulled back and Luna legs relaxed. She looked so satisfied, and her belly was pooching out where he had filled her womb so full. She gently touched her belly, grinning at the fact that the spell would ensure that she became pregnant.

Bumble turned to see his other mares with lust in their eyes. Before he could say a word Majira was on him, her mouth covering his cock, her tongue gliding up and down his massive rod. He felt himself hardening again, and as soon as he was her blouse was off, and her skirt was moved up to where she could straddle him. She guided herself down onto him. His massive cock splitting her nether lips apart as he entered into her. She let out a low moan as he filled her completely. His hands found her hips, gripping them and pulling her down further, causing his cock to enter into her womb. Her eyes widened and she began to lift up only to feel him pull her back against him hard. Soon the two of them were thrusting like mad, his cock ravishing her, her breasts bouncing before him, and then she felt her orgasm overtake her. Her pussy flexed around him, attempting to milk him and his orgasm followed. She felt him filling her, and much like Luna’s belly her own expanded as her womb filled. She fell beside him, breathing hard. Bumble looked up to see several of his mares licking their lips, ready to take him.

He didn’t know it, but just outside the door Dydoe stood with easel ready. His hands were working, painting what he had seen, what was happening, and what was coming. A painting of Luna being eaten out was sitting beside the door, one of Bumble’s Zebra wife ridding him sat near it, and now one of his Pink Earth Pony bride getting bred like an Earth Pony should was being painted. His hands moved with the skill of an artisan well beyond Dydoe’s years. His cutie mark glowed as he painted, his passion and his destiny happening at the same time.

This was art, not pornography, but art. It was in the lines, the subjects, the very moments he was capturing. He watched as mare after mare Bumble took them, cared for them, and his own need was pressing against his shorts. Nearly every mare had been captured, all but his Honeypot. He began to look away, but his drive compelled him to stay. For the first time he felt unsure if he should continue. It wasn’t that he didn’t paint scenes like this. In truth, a good part of his work actually dealt with erotic scenes, but it was painting his daughter in such a way that made him pause.

His decision was made when he heard her gasp and he saw that massive cock moving into her tailhole. The way her head was on the mattress, her rump in the air, his hand on her hip, the other holding her tail, and what looked like a hoofball bat going deep into her rectum. His hands began to move without thought. The image began to take shape, and at the moment she was screaming out Bumble’s name he had the finished picture. It was a blessed mixture of beauty and pain. He carried his works down to his studio, putting them away until he could get his new son-in-law, and other daughters-in-laws, to agree to let him sell the pictures he’d made. If they wouldn’t agree, then he’d kept them until their anniversary came about. At which point he’d give them the paintings as a gift.

The exception was Honeypot’s portrait. It would be a gift to her, and he wouldn’t sell it. He set them to dry, and walked out of his studio to see Posey standing there, her hoof tapping, her brow narrowed.

“Posey, my love.”

Her hands went to his shoulders, “How could you?!”

He sighed, “I have to make art! It’s what I do!”

She grabbed his cock, which he realized was rock hard.

“You got off on watching them!” she growled, “You saw his cock, didn’t you?!”

He nodded, “I..I did, but I promise that I won’t.”

She quieted him with a deep kiss, “No you won’t.”

He felt his shorts pulled down his cock, along with the piercing in it, bounced, now free of its prison. She licked it, and then took it into her mouth as she bottomed out. He grabbed her head as she took him into her throat. She was thankful that he wasn’t as hung as both Moonbeam and Silky said that Bumble was. He was above average, but by no means was he more than she could handle.

She pulled back and looked at him, “You won’t try anything because you like that, you love me, you love all of us, and you love your daughter enough not to hurt her. Now, I’m going to go into our bedroom, and you’re going give me another foal, and then you’re going to give Moonbeam and Silky another one.”

“But…”

She shushed him with another kiss, “Silky felt magic, we’re in season, you’re doing this.”

He looked at the room they were in, and he realized right away that all of the foals most likely were with Dusty Rose. Moonbeam, Silky, and now Posey were nude, and saw Silky spreading her legs open. Her pussy was practically sopping right now. He felt his cock become as hard as iron. Silky grabbed Moonbeam’s hand, pulling her on top of herself, her pussy over Silky’s face. Moonbeam’s eyes rolled back as she felt her herdmate now lapping at her pussy like a filly lapping at her favorite ice cream.

“Dydoe, don’t be a coont and get over here and rut us already!”

Following the direction given to him he walked toward them, his cock finding Silky’s opened pussy, and he pressed into her. Down the hall Honeypot listened to the sounds of flesh slapping, her mothers, three of them, screaming with delight as her father bred them. She sighed, hoping that none of her herdmates noticed the sound of her mothers screaming her father’s name. Or the sound of flesh slapping, or the smell of their rutting. She realized that there was no way nopony was going to miss what was going on in the other room. She leaned back and looked at her herdmates, her sisterwives, and she was thankful that at least they didn’t judge her on her family.

“Wow, it sounds like your dad knows how to breed a mare,” Pina replied.

Honeypot balefully glared at her, “I suppose so.”

Pina smiled lewdly and nodded toward a now resting Bumble, “Want to wait until Bumble wakes back up and show them how it’s really done?”

Honeypot blushed and nodded, “Actually, that sounds like a great idea.”

Author's Note

(AN: A big thanks to everybody that left PMs and replied to my blog yesterday. You guys and gals are awesome. Love you all.

Also... Here's the song that Dydoe was singing.

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