Bumbling through my Education

Bumbling through my Education

Chapter 16: At the Gallery?

Bumble woke up to the feeling of warmth surrounding him. He didn’t complain in the slightest because to honest he had gotten quite spoiled to sleeping in a pile with his herdmates. He looked at the pony he was spooning with and saw that it was Honeypot. Her charcoal gray coat looked like it was sticky with the various fluids that had come from different members of the herd. He felt her snuggle against him, the way her wonderful rump pressed against his cock made him smile. He kissed the back of her neck, getting a content sounding sigh from her.

He felt another body behind him, and he turned his head enough to realize that it was Majira. His Zebra bride was in a similar boat as Honeypot, but her creamy jade eyes were open. She kissed his cheek.

“Bumble it is you I adore, but let us rest, because my tailhole is sore.”

He had vivid memories of going another round with most of his mares, and he did remember spreading Majira’s cheeks apart, pushing into her tailhole, and hearing her pant, groan, and moan. He could remember ravishing her until she nearly passed out. He knew that something had happened. Something that dealt with magic, and he knew that the one who cast it was Luna. Which of course meant whatever it was that happened had been given a huge amount of help from Luna’s impressive magical ability.

He gave Majira a smile, and watched as she snuggled against his back. His life was certainly different than it had been before starting college. Before he started he’d barely been able to talk to a mare, and now he was in a herd. Not only was he in a herd, but he was the Prince Consort for Princess Luna. He was content to lay with his herd, enjoy the day, and bask in the massive amount of naked flesh around him, but fate seemed to have other plans.

Perhaps it was because fate and gravity were good friends, and gravity seemed to hold a grudge against Bumble, but whatever the reason behind fate’s decision to change Bumble’s plan that decision was called into play. The door opened, a very pregnant, light orange, Earth Pony Mare stood there. Her arms were crossed under her sizable breasts, and she looked at them with a knowing smirk.

“Well, if any of them weren’t with foal before, they are now.”

He gave her a quizzical look. One which she laughed off for a moment.

“Look, I might be an Earth Pony, but I know when fertility magic is used. That was a doozy of a spell last night, and it basically affected everypony of breeding age that wasn’t already carrying a foal,” she grinned, “Which means that my sisterwives are with foal, and I’d bet bits to pairs that all of your mares are with foal as well. In the old tradition that means that you’re married.”

He swallowed as he looked at the mares around him, “I… I don’t think I mind.”

She gave him a reassuring smile, “And that’s a reason I like you. Still, I need you and your herd up. We’ve got a ton of work to get done.”

Slowly Bumble began to move. Dusty Rose watched him, seeing how he was attempting to be gentle, and slowly wake everypony up. She shook her head, walked out of the room for a moment, and then she came back a few moments later. What was in her hands was a five gallon bucket of something wet. He assumed it was water, and the moment it was thrown he threw up a barrier.

If he would have been trained on how to create a proper barrier none of the water would have gotten through. Instead, it merely stopped the ice, and let the ice cold water through. He heard the collective gasps from his herdmates and he witnessed Luna standing in all of her glory, her eyes wide, her teeth bared, and her temper flaring.

“Tia! T’is not funny! One does not throw ice cold water onto a pony that is sleeping!”

Dusty Rose couldn’t help it. She went to her rump, and then she began to roll around on the floor laughing at the now drenched Diarch who now looked confused.

“Prey tell, did you throw water on our herd?”

Dusty nodded, “I did, but all of you need to get up. We’ve got a day ahead of us, and the first part is getting the Gallery ready,” she slowly got to her hooves, “Dydoe has a collection of works he wants to put up, and we figured that it would be a good idea to let Honeypot show all of you some of his business.”

Luna nodded, and then looked at her herd. Everypony was awake, some were grumbling, but nopony looked too bad. She glanced back at Dusty Rose, “Would it be acceptable for us to bathe fist?”

Dusty nodded, “Not a problem. We’ve got a large bath here, down by the studio, and it should fit everypony. We just found that having a large open bath made things easier.”

With that bit of information the herd grabbed some clothes, mostly just cover up on the way down. Majira followed behind Bumble. Her creamy jade eyes took in everything she was seeing, and it all felt surreal to her. She’d heard of herding, even back home there was herding, but to see another herd that was so open. It seemed strange. She wanted to believe that she was wrong, but it appeared that Honeypot’s father seemed to be watching Bumble in the same way a predator watched its prey. His eyes were the lustful kind, and she knew what it meant. It didn’t bother her that her sister wife’s father could be interested in stallions as much as mares, but she didn’t want him to touch her stallion.

What Luna had said before, about this not being an open herd, that was how she felt. This was a herd that was open with each other, they loved each other, but none went searching outside of the herd. Those brought in seemed to fit perfectly. It was exactly what it needed to be. It was a herd that lived and loved within itself. She didn’t want to think that the herd Honeypot came from was one that searched outside of itself for short term sexual partners.

She shook her head, walked into the massive room, and what they were greeted with was a center of the room sinking down into a basin. The water inside of it was warm, and she could feel the temptation to jump into it right away. She watched as Honeypot put her clothes down, stepped forward, and then stepped down into the water. She let out a soft moan of pleasure, and soon everypony else was joining her.

Majira sighed as she let the water sooth her inflamed dock and tailhole. Last night was the first time she took him so deeply in her tailhole. He’d kept restraint on how deep he’d gone before, but last night he buried himself inside of her. She remembered the way she moaned, bit the mattress, cried out as he filled her rectum with his seed.

She looked around and noticed that everypony looked just as relaxed as she felt. Leaning back she let out a soft breath.

“Well, I believe everypony looks good and relaxed!”

Honeypot looked toward the door to see her birth mother. Posey smiled at her, walked in, and slipped off her robe. Before a word could be said she slid in near her daughter.

“Ah, this hot bath sure feels good!”

“Verily, it does,” Luna said as she sunk down deeper.

Posey stretched, “I don’t know what it is, but a hot bath after a night of hard rutting always makes me feel better. Especially when I’ve been the middle pony.”

“Mom! Ewww!” Honeypot said.

Posey looked at her, “Honeypot, my sweet little filly, if your mama didn’t like the dick then you wouldn’t be here. It’s that simple.”

“Nope, don’t want to hear about it.”

Posey shrugged her shoulders, “Your choice, although from the sound of things last night, Well I’d wager that all of you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Honeypot slid down into the basin, wishing desperately that she could simply disappear and not be noticed. Instead she found an arm around her, and she looked to Bumble who was still next to her. She gave him a grateful smile, and scooted closer to him.

“It is true, there is not one of us we did not do,” Majira said.

Posey grinned, “That’s good. Be honest and open about your lives. Don’t be ashamed of it.”

“I’m not ashamed of our lives… I just don’t like hearing that my Mom took a dicking.”

Posey rolled her eyes, “Again my sweet little filly, how do you think you got here?”

Honeypot decided to hold her tongue. There was no getting around the fact that her parents were ponies, and that they had itches and urges like everypony else. She just really didn’t like to think that her mother was getting rutted. It felt wrong. She felt something being rubbed into her, and realized that while she was arguing with her mom over the fact that Posey was a sexual being or not that somepony had been passing the Express Pony’s Mane, body, and Tail wash.

She leaned into Bumble as he washed her, his hands working down her shoulders, and then coming around to her breasts. She giggled as he paid them attention.

“And that’s what I’m talking about.”

Honeypot looked at her mother, “That right there. You act so much like I do! It’s so sweet! When Dydoe does that for me I’m practically putty in his hands. Putty that he bends over and…”

“NOPE! Nuhuh! NOPE!”

Posey smiled and stuck out her tongue, “Okay, okay, but I’m glad that your stallion is able to make you feel good.”

Posey got out of the water, and Honeypot didn’t realize it, but most of her herd took notice that they were lucky. That was what her mother looked like, and it meant that Honeypot was likely going to look like that as she got older. That small fact seemed to sit well with most of her herd.

“Please, don’t take too long, we’ve got to get to the Gallery today,” Posey said as she pulled a towel out from the linen closet. She dried off, wrapped the towel around herself, and under her wings. She then grabbed another towel that she wrapped around her mane, “When you’re all dressed and ready we’ll head down to look at Dydoe’s newest additions.”

There was some gentle teasing, but nopony really seemed overly eager to get anything started. She could only assume that everypony, like herself, was sore in more than one place. The hot bath didn’t seem to last nearly as long as she would have liked, but once it was over she climbed out with her herd. They gathered together some towels, and then they went back to their room where their luggage was.

She did notice that since a towel didn’t seem to want to cover Pina’s breasts she simply decided to take the stroll back in the nude. She also noticed that all of her parent’s eyes were on her herdmate until she was out of their sight. Certainly a good part of her felt proud because it was her herdmate, but at the same time she wasn’t sure how she felt about her parents perving on her soon to be sisterwife.

It didn’t take long for them to get to their room and dress. All of them had various ways of dressing, and she noticed that Bumble was more or less dressing the same he had for the most part. A pair of slacks, a long sleeve shirt, and a vest over it, and of course, his glasses. She wondered what he’d look like if he was to dress, well, a little more casually. Not that there was anything wrong with the way he dressed.

She considered the idea that they’d need to do a little shopping, and possibly get him some different clothes before they went home. There was a plethora of fantastic stores here in Fillydelphia. Undoubtedly they’d find something for Bumble without too much trouble.

Once they were dressed the herd came down stairs, and once there they were greeted by Dydoe who had a cream colored double breasted suit jacket on over a red shirt. His slacks were the same color, and dark crimson pinstripes were present on the slacks and jacket. He folded and put a crimson handkerchief into the breast pocket of the jacket.

“Alright, who’s ready to see where the whorsing out of love, sweat, and tears happens?!”

Silky Spectre shook her head, “Dydoe, those ponies that purchase your work aren’t pimps, and your work isn’t whorses.”

He sighed, “I get that, but I hate this… selling my work. It feels like I should be slicing off pieces of my soul and handing it to them.”

She rolled her eyes, “Uh huh, just try to keep from talking about a whole new generation of Pimps and whorses brought up to purchase whatever their masters tell them to.”

With that one and a half herds left the house. Dusty Rose smiled as she walked with them toward the street. For a moment there was nothing, and then they saw several taxis slowing down. It didn’t take long for the large group to get into three different taxis and then get the ride to the Fillydelphia Museum of Art. Once there The cabbies were paid the groups disembarked, and then there was the walk into the museum.

Whatever it was that most of Bumble’s herd was expecting went right out the window when they walked into the exhibit for Dydoe’s work. Standing there was statues of Ponies in their most intimate of positions. Luna’s eyes widened as she looked at a sculpture of Cadence in her throne, her dress up over her lap, her panties down around a single ankle, and Shining Armor’s muzzle inside of her snatch.

There was various sexual acts depicted throughout the exhibit, and not once did anypony, other than Honeypot, realize what kind of art Dydoe focused on. After a moment he stepped up to a microphone and looked out over the group of ponies standing there. Honeypot closed her eyes and hoped for the best.

“I’m touched, truly touched, that all of you saw fit to come here today. What you see before you the truest moment a pony can share with another. That moment right before their orgasms hit, that moment when their entire being connects. It’s a wondrous moment that I’ve been lucky enough to capture in stone, paint, and other mediums,” He gave a small smile, “And so, it is with both joy and pain that I present this exhibit. Please, know that all of the works are up for sale.”

He stepped down and Honeypot let the breath she was holding escape.

“How… How did you get permission to sculpt that?” Luna asked pointing toward the sculpture of Cadence and Shining Armor.

He grinned, “Well, Princess Cadence just so happened to have heard of my art, she was interested in having a piece done, so I ended up making two sculptures. The more… Risque one is located back at the Crystal Empire.”

Luna shook her head, “And how, pray tell, were you planning on my sister and I posing?”

He smiled, “Well, it would have been a bit more chaste. Just a nude sculpture in your likenesses.”

Bumble looked at everything and he felt almost frozen to the spot. He expected to see something different, maybe not landscapes, but certainly not ponies rutting each other. He felt a hand touch his, and he looked at Cumulus who seemed to be staring in wonder at the exhibit around them. Like himself she seemed to be frozen to the spot. The images representing more to her than just two ponies going at one another. Instead it was a symbol of that moment a stallion and mare truly claim each other.

Her wings suddenly extended fully. That action caught the attention of multiple ponies, and after a bit Bumble and herself moved out of the exhibit. The Gallery, for lack of a better term, was full of scenes that Bumble had done with his mares. Deeds, positions, and other such things had been done in the privacy of their room, or home. Cumulus looked at him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t expect to get all.. Worked up like that.”

He shook his head, “It’s okay. It was, wow, huh?”

She nodded, “Yeah. You don’t suppose that he’s got sculptures or paintings of us do you?”

Bumble’s eyes widened, “I hope not.”

She nodded. She leaned against him, feeling safe, and her wings began to relax. She embraced him with them, covering him and feeling glad for the connection she had with him. It felt right, and this felt right. She wasn’t sure what she thought of that art, but then again if capturing moments like this so other ponies could see them was the purpose, then she supposed it was okay.

She felt more bodies slowly join the two of them, until there as a large collective group of warm bodies that was keeping the world out, and keeping them safe. She looked up to see Luna standing near them. She nuzzled the young Pegasus mare and smiled at her. Cumulus felt better. At least she wasn’t being made to feel let out.

“So, what do you all think about having paintings of us rutting like there’s no tomorrow being in the museum?”

“What do you mean?” Bumble asked as he looked toward Pina.

“Only that Posey told me that Dydoe is going to ask if we mind him putting some paintings he made up in the gallery.”

Bumble closed his eyes. First it was Bad Gryphon, and now this. None of them noticed the pair of hazel eyes watching them. The sparrow headed beauty that helped run the museum. She studied the stallion, her mind thinking of the ways she could enjoy him. She ran a hand down her feathery and furred body.

Thoosa Softcrest had found her prey.