Bumbling through my Education

by Ron Jeremy Pony

Rating: mature
Tags: Derpy Hooves, Princess Celestia, Sex, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Sparkler, Romance, Princess Luna, Dinky Hooves
Length: 123803

Getting Accepted to the Canterlot University is a huge thing, a very huge thing, and Bumble Hooves has every intention of making it big. Of course, though, something he's carrying that is just as huge may be the key to helping him out.

Getting Accepted to the Canterlot University is a huge thing, a very huge thing, and Bumble Hooves has every intention of making it big. Of course, though, something he's carrying that is just as huge may be the key to helping him out.

Not connected to anything else, this is a dive into Erotic fiction. It's a chance for me to flex my writing muscles, and see where I can take this.

Featured as of 01/26/2017 and 01/28/2017. Wow!!! A very special thank you to all of the folks that has favored and liked this story! You rock!!!! - RJP

Warning!!!! This story contains explicit sexual scenes. Those scenes may contain the following! Implied Incest, actual incest, anal, vanilla sex, Futa, Strap-ons, group sex, pet play, masochistic tendencies, tender moments, and more sex. Later chapters may include implied colt and filly exploration on each other. You have been warned!

Published 2016-11-22 03:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-02-24 21:01:24 UTC

Chapter 1: News, and Circumstances

Bumbling through my Education

Chapter 1: News, and Circumstances.

“I’m so proud of you!” Derpy said as she hugged him.

Bumble grinned as he hugged his mom back. His sister, Dinky, rolled her eyes. He knew she was only kidding, but would it really hurt her to at least show a little support? After a few moments she finally backed off and looked at him.

“You’re going to accept and go on to that college right?”

He nodded. Being accepted into the Canterlot College for Magical Studies was beyond amazing. Only a handful of students ever really got the chance.

“I am, I’ll have to head back on Monday, get my dorm room everything settled but I’m home for the weekend at least,” he said.

He stretched and walked toward the table, his hooves clicking on the tile floor. That was a change since last summer. He supposed that his mom had updated a few things, and if she wanted a tile floor more power to her. She deserved it. She worked very hard for what she had, and she had been nothing if not supportive of him while he attended college.

“Oh, Berry and Pina were asking about you,” Dinky said as she walked into room.

“They did? Really?”

“Yeah, seriously, chill. They asked about you. So, how has the nerd school been?” she asked.

He rolled his eyes at her, “Sis, there’s some serious complex magic studying going on up there. I’m working on making emergency medical Golems. Think about that, if there’s an emergency at any time, day or night, these Golems could be sent to work. They’d scan the pony in question, see what was wrong, and then set to helping them.

“That’s… actually that’s pretty cool. So you’d be using some serious animation, reaction, come to life, and check-up spells wouldn’t you? How would you overlay them without corroding or corrupting the spells? Enchanted stones or jewels?”

“Jewels, but in order to make them work correctly I’d be placing them into a single core. Then I’d give the golems a helpful personality. Something that wanted to serve and heal ponies.”

“And they’re going to let you do that at the nerd school?”

He nodded, “Yep, they’re going to let me make it there, and they’ll be letting me use the school’s materials to make it. I can present it at the end of the semester as my final project, and when I do, if it’s good enough, I’ll be allowed to focus my studies directly on making the Golems better.”

Dinky grinned at her older brother. He was the definition of nerd, the very prospect of geek, and undoubtedly the last virgin of his class. She wasn’t going to fault him for it. Bumble just wasn’t articulate around mares. He was sweet, adorkable, and cute, but when it came to trying to talk to a mare he was hopeless. It was surprising that Pina and Berry wanted anything to do with him, but then again her two friends had grown up around Bumble, and both of them knew him as the goofy, nerdy, and geeky stallion he was.

She watched as he lifted his fork into the air with his magic. Using hands was just as easy, honestly, but when your hands were busy having magic do the holding did make things easier. She’d seen their sister Amethyst do something similar when she was home on break. Of course Amethyst has revealed that there was so much more one could do with their magic, including giving a nice magic job.

She just shook her head. She watched as Bumble began to shovel hashbrowns, eggs, and fruit into his mouth without much care of the order they went in there. She shook her head, not wanting to watch her brother eat like one of Applebloom’s pigs out at Sweet Apple Acres, and walked toward the kitchen counter where her mom was working with something in a mixing bowl. She saw her sniffing, her mom, one of the strongest mares she knew, was on the verge of crying. She touched her mom’s arm, watching as her looked at her and smiled.

“Mom, you okay?”

She nodded, “I am, I’m just very proud of your brother.”

Dinky grinned, “Yeah, it’s kind of cool how he managed to get into the program. I knew that his getting to take some courses there early was kind of a big deal, but I didn’t it was this big of a deal.”

Derpy put the bowl down, grabbed Dinky and pulled her into a tight hug. Years of growing up in this house, with her mom, had taught her that one did not just break a hug from a huggie Pegasus. She accepted the hugging, hugged her mother back, and heard hooves clicking on the floor and a plate going into the sink.

“Thanks for breakfast mom.”

She felt her mother loosen her grip for just a moment, and then she was squeezed in with her brother. There are a thousand things that a sister might think about a brother. Thinking that he’s a huge geek or a nerd would be normal, that he’s a good colt is also normal, but feeling his normally baggy cargo pants and robes pressed up against her back side which made her suddenly think, ‘Damn, he’s hung!’ wasn’t normal. Dinky squirmed slightly, not sure how to process what she was feeling against her ass, but she knew that for all of his uncertainty, awkwardness, and lack of confidence around fillies and mares, Bumble was certainly given a huge gift.

“Mom, mom I gotta go!”

“Okay, okay, let me know as soon as you get there!”

He nodded, kissed her on the cheek, kissed his flustered looking sister on her cheek, and then ran upstairs to get his bag. Running and Bumble had always been love/hate relationship. Bumble liked the idea of running. He liked the idea of being able to get something fast, of ‘galloping’ toward his goal. Running however seemed to dislike any association with him, and so he often found himself on the floor, winded, banged up, and often sporting a new cut or bruise for his troubles.

Why he thought this time would be different he had no clue. Running seemed to let him make it to the top stair, and then his misstep ended with him taking a tumble across the floor, into the wall, and somehow on his back. Secretly, he thanked Celestia that he wasn’t born a Pegasus. He just wasn’t sure there was anyway that he would have survived this long.

He hobbled to his room, grabbed his bag, his joyboy, a gift from Button Mash, the book on artificial reanimating spells, the expert edition, and hurried, as cautiously as possible, back down the stairs. Once he was outside of their house he could hear the train’s whistle. He had a couple of minutes to make it to the station. It meant running again, something he knew was stacked against him, but, with no other choice, he took the chance, ran, and rushed through traffic.

Ponyville wasn’t a huge metro like Canterlot, or Manehattan, but it did have certain peak times that the roads were almost impassable. Right now was one of those times. He was trying to bob and weave through traffic, and found it nearly impossible. Every step he took forward he ended up having to take two back.

He could hear the train’s whistle gain, the all aboard whistle, and he was still too far from the platform. Trying to be polite he moved as best as he could, trying to desperately get to the platform before the train left. Finally, after the constant shuffling of morning traffic, he walked up to the platform only to see the train was leaving. There was no catching it, no last minute wait, it was moving, the caboose was pulling away from the platform, and he still needed a ticket.

He chalked another one up to fate poking its fickle finger at him, but of course he had no way of knowing that instead of simply being fingered by fate, he was instead being given an opportunity. No, all that Bumble knew was that he was going to be late getting to his first official day as a college student. Every day before had been taking the correspondence classes offered here in Ponyville while he was in highschool.

It was strange the was worried about getting into college. His grades were good enough, his project, which he had learned had been shipped to the main school already, was certainly ambitious enough. Maybe it was because it was easier to just expect things to go wrong. He walked up to the window, and he saw the ticket teller sitting behind it.

“Ummm… I need a ticket for the next train to Canterlot please?”

The Teller looked up at him, her deep green eyes taking him in for a moment before nodding. She yawned, pressed a red button which caused a blank ticket to pop up, and she stamped one side of it.

“Twelve bits,” she said.

He looked her over again. A light yellow pegasus, white mane, and green eyes, and she was stuck working inside.

“Thanks,” he said as he pushed the bits toward her, “Sorry that you’re stuck inside.”

She grinned, and actually blushed a little, “T..thanks. Most ponies think that I’m being a drama princess when I complain about it. But my wings get so cramped in here.”

“I can imagine. I mean, I know that my mom has to deliver the mail, and she’s not super happy about dealing with the mailroom at all.”

The mare nodded, “Those mail ponies got it the worst. It’s just cramped enough to feel it, but open enough to make you think you can fly,” she said as she stamped a ticket, “here you go. Say, what are you going to Canterlot for?”

He looked at the empty platform, “College. I’m supposed to start today, but since I missed the train…”

She shook her head, and a moment later he heard the door open. She walked out, and he could see the way her wings seemed cramped. His own mother had experienced this more than once. Her right wing had the twitches already, and he knew that meant that sitting in that confined booth must have been killing her. He had at least half an hour before the next train arrived, and he could see that she was trying to stretch her wings on her own.

“Why don’t you come over here, sit down, and I’ll help you stretch them out.”

She looked at him, “Ummm…”

He grinned, “I’m not asking to preen your wings. I know what that means, my mother is a Pegasus, but I’m willing to help you stretch them out, maybe even work the muscles a bit before my train gets here so that you can have some feeling back in them. I mean if you don’t want to, that’s fine, but I’d be more than happy.”

She nodded, sat on a bench, and he slowly began to work on her wings like he had done for his mother a few times. He felt how stiff they were, how much they were refusing to move and bend, and he knew that they had to be hurting like Tartarus. Slowly the left one began to stretch out fully, then the right did. She let out a soft sigh of relief and he watched as she stood. She seemed like a completely different pony, and she lifted into the air just slightly before landing and grabbing him up in a hug.

He grew up around his mother, he knew knew what Pegasi were like, and he accepted the hug for what it was. It was a thank you, you’re nice, and wanna be friends all rolled up into one embrace. How hard, and how long, the hug was tended to tell the meaning behind it. A normal thank you hug was firm, lasted for a couple of minutes, and was pleasant. He’d seen other variations of the hug, but this was a nice thank you hug, or it was until he felt her leg brush him.

He tried not to make any part of himself stand out. He’d made that mistake, just once, with Silver Spoon. It wasn’t that he really liked her that much, but when it happened it didn’t take much to make any part of himself stand out. Silver Spoon happened to be wearing a cheerleading outfit, she fell back, and he heard a gasp from her.

He felt so bad that he helped her up, lowered his head, and left. Ever since then when he saw her, and Diamond Tiara, sitting together the two of them would get to talking, he could tell that she was looking at him, saying something, but he didn’t dare try to find out what it was. No, Diamond Tiara might have changed for the better, but he didn’t want to give her a chance to fall back into her old ways by giving her a chance to pick on him.

So when this hug changed, it changed drastically. She moved closer, her leg rubbed him just the right way, and he felt her wings engulf him as well. She looked up at him with the kind of half glazed eyes that he’d seen a couple of fillies have for other colts.

“Umm… Yeah, I… I think that I gotta go. Got that train to catch.”

He didn’t feel her let go, but instead she held on, her wings covering them, his entire self pressed against her. She was soft, softer than he really expected, and he did wonder what was going on. It wasn’t that he didn’t speak Pegasus. Growing up with his mom, and with the flock, he certainly spoke it well enough. But he didn’t do anything other than…

He’d helped her, made her feel better, and he wasn’t sure what else. It wasn’t like he was trying to do anything, but being hugged, even in a nice thank you kind of way, by a pretty mare did make certain parts of his body just decide to stand out. That was the only thing that he could think of that would have caused her to act like this. It didn’t make sense though. He wasn’t somepony like Rumble.

He wasn’t overly cool, or confident, Tartarus he got all kinds of nervous when he talked to a mare. After a moment he felt her wings relax, the look in her eyes was something he didn’t really understand. He felt her lean forward, her mouth touching his own, and then came the trip. A loose board, something that most ponies stepped over a thousand times a day. The kind of thing that needed to be fixed, but was often overlooked simply because it wasn’t something that actually got stepped on.

They fell, and he felt her on top of him. A light pink blush crossed her muzzle and she got up.

“Sorry, sorry…”

He grinned, “No... no problem.”

“Ummm, my name is Cumulus Heart.”

“Bumble Hooves, maybe we’ll see each other again?”

The sound of the whistle caught their attention and both of them noticed that the next train was pulling into the station. She grinned, dug into a pocket in her skirt, and pulled out a small card.

“Ummm, my address is on there, and maybe, if you don’t mind, you can write, or come see me, or something?”

He nodded, and he watched as she walked toward the ticket booth. He didn’t understand mares. He didn’t think that he ever really would, but at least she seemed pretty nice. He boarded the train and took a seat. It didn’t take long for it to get to moving, and his mind began to wander past Cumulus Heart. He felt the train lurching forward, its pull moving them toward Canterlot. He leaned back in the seat, fully realized that he wasn’t going to make it for the introduction to the campus.

He opened his schedule, something he’d put together over the last two days, and began to look at the first three things on his check list. He wasn’t going to get the introduction, getting to the student mixer breakfast was most likely going to be out, and he was fairly sure that tour of the campus grounds was going to be started. Well, started didn’t mean unable to take it. He could still tour, go to the class signup, and then he could even make it to the Alumni luncheon.

While he wasn’t a member of the Alumni, he was interested in hearing some of the stories of how the school prepared them for life outside of college. He knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to create his health care golems, help by being able to send the golems into places where it would difficult, or impossible, for a doctor or nurse to get to. Still, he did realize that in order to make the golems, and get them into use across Equestria, he was going to have to be able to learn the steps in getting them noticed, and then sell them, or the idea of them, to the health care systems the Royal Government had in place.

He’d heard that Princess Luna was the one over the health care systems. The college itself was officially headed by both of the royal sisters, so it was possible that Luna had already seen his golems. He knew that in order to be accepted into the college to begin with one of the two headmasters must have seen, and hopefully liked, his project. If that was the case then maybe getting a start on putting his golems all across Equestria would be a bit easier than he’d hoped.

“Next stop, Canterlot,” the voice of the conductor said as she passed by him.

He looked out of the window at the station coming up. There was so much history here. The Unicorns that first decided to settle on the Canterberry Mountains had carved out the section of Canterlot by pure magic. It was a city that was in defiance of all nature. Designed to be a strong hold, designed to be the pinnacle of magical ability, the city was originally formed by taking the carved rock of the mountain, melting it down to magma, and then forming it into the layered stone of the first design of the city.

He looked at the train station itself, the main building still a testament of the original city. The train’s wheels squealed as it stopped, and he waited for the conductor to pass by him once again.

“Current Stop, Canterlot, all off for Canterlot!”

He grabbed his bags from above him, moved out of the train car, and looked at the train station. The University wasn’t far off, and he for one was more than happy to head toward it. He looked at the map provided by the city itself, and he saw that it was a mere six blocks toward the east, or inner city, until he reached the main part of the campus. Holding his bags he headed toward the university, using the most direct route.

As he walked he noticed that the stores, while still clean and nicer than some of the places he’d heard about before, they looked a little more run down than the stores that had been near the train station. There was something refreshing about the state of the stores. It felt more real, and it didn’t feel like the tourist version that was closer to the station itself. It felt like this was part of the actual city.

He continued further down, seeing an antique store, another store that sold vegetable soup, and finally a massage parlor.

“Ooo, hello Mr. College Student, care for a full body massage? Nothing better to make your first day go well. Maybe we can tell you some of the special offers we have,” a pale blue Pegasus mare said from the doorway.

She had a cotton candy pink colored mane and tail, her eyes were an old gold, and he could tell that she was wearing far too much makeup.

“I… I’m running late, thanks though!”

She giggled as he ran past their business. At least he wasn’t one of those brain dead noble sons that treated them like meat. He was nice, and if what she saw when he moved was any indication he was certainly a stallion worth getting to know. She turned around, taking a chance and flicking her tail just right as to lift the back of her skirt just enough to give him a proper view if he happened to look.

Bumble blushed as he looked back to get a view of that Pegasus mare’s panty covered backside. It shouldn’t have flustered him like it did. He grew up in a house with two sisters, and a mother. At some point everypony was just expected to get over their modesty and learn that different ponies had different stuff. Of course it got a little more difficult as he got older.

He’d wait to take his showers until everypony else was done, close and lock his door when he was getting dressed, and just try to keep from seeing his sisters, or his mom, in any other way besides dressed. Part of him knew why he was doing this. His body was getting older, there was a biological need to breed, to make foals, but he didn’t know the first thing about talking to mares.

He was, well, he was Bumble. He was a guy more concerned with his studies, with going to the University, and well with completing his project. That was what was important to him. It wasn’t to say that he didn’t think a pretty mare wasn’t pretty. No, he certainly knew when a mare was pretty, or beautiful, but he didn’t have a clue about how to really talk to them.

He looked up ahead of him and saw a large courtyard with a white stone building behind it. He moved forward, feeling the freshly cut grass under his hooves, and he moved toward the building. He felt the magic thrumming off of the doors as he neared them. They looked like they were made from solid pieces of swirled marble. He reached out to touch one, barely placing a finger on it, and the door swung inwardly. He stepped inside to see a large group standing there.

“And that concludes the campus tour! Students that are interested in the free luncheon please, go toward the left. Inside you’ll be able to meet and speak with some of the Alumni from our fine institution. After the Luncheon we’re going to be separating you up into your dorms.”

He sighed realizing that he missed the tour as well. It wasn’t that he didn’t have at least some idea of what the school looked like. Princess Twilight Sparkle had been kind enough to lend him a map of the campus, but seeing the campus in real life was different from seeing the pictures scribbled on a piece of parchment.

He followed the others into the dining hall, and he began to look around. There was dozens of ponies, of various ages, gathered together talking, and he felt very out of place. He was an introvert. He needed quiet, peace, tranquility, and he needed far more than most other ponies realized. Feeling a little crowded he moved toward a section of the room that wasn’t as crowded. As he did he turned around and caught sight of a slightly older unicorn mare.

She was beautiful. Her soft caramel colored coat was a stark contrast to the soft blue eyes. Her raven mane was in a simple Prench Braid, but it looked wonderful on her. Her dress was something from the Smart and Chic line from Rarity's Canterlot Boutique.

Those that knew here knew that Flagrante Delicto was the kind of mare that you admired, but never crossed. Stories rolled around about her business, how she supported the idea of self love. Of course Bumble didn’t know this in the slightest. All he knew was that this was a beautiful mare, who was wearing a stunning dress, and she seemed to be heading toward him.

Flagrante Delicto smiled as she neared the younger Unicorn. He was, different. The nobility here in Canterlot typically had a sense of entitlement that only made one desperately want to stay away from them for anything else other than removing their over abundance of bits from their bit bags.

But him, no, he seemed meek, uncertain, and she was certain he was somepony from a smaller town. Her eyes moved over him, studying him as a teenage filly might study a tasty hayburger, and then her eyes landed on an outline that made her stop and really take notice. Smiling sweetly, or as sweetly as she could, Flagrante Delicto neared the younger Unicorn.

“Welcome to Canterlot College for Magical Studies, or as we like to call it, Canterlot University,” she said before she hugged him.

Her leg moved between his, for just a moment, and she felt it. Easily as thick as a twenty ounce bottle of apple soda, the length had to be at least ten inches, she shuttered as a vision of him bending her over, cramming that monster up into her, and making her declare that she was his mare ran through her head.

“You are going to be very popular, I just know it.”

Mismanaged Funds

Bumbling through my Education

Chapter 2: Mismanaged Funds

Getting set up into the dorms wasn’t too much of a problem. Bumble had to admit that it was a little odd to be sharing his room with another pony, but so far he’d only seen his roommate twice, and thankfully it seemed that his roommate was constantly out with somepony or another. That was surprisingly fine with him. More or less he was left to his own devices, in his dorm room, and secure in the fact that the scholarship he was awarded was handling his tuition, dorm room, books, and even allowed him enough meals throughout the week to survive on.

Was it a perfect situation, no, but it was certainly better than he had hoped for.

“Bumble Hooves?”

He looked up to see a mare, not much older than himself, standing in his doorway. She was an Earth Pony, which was a little strange to see going to a magic school, but he left his thoughts out as he got up and nodded, “Yes, I’m Bumble.”

She giggled as he tripped over his hooves, landed squarely on his rump, and his glasses somehow managed to land off of his muzzle and onto his crotch.

“I’m terribly sorry, it’s not polite to laugh,” she said as she extended her hand, “But maybe my helping you up and giving you your mail will make up for it?”

He took her hand, grabbed his glasses, and then he began to get up with her help. Once up she gave him a hug, something she took a little longer to break. Of course, like several mares, and fillies, before her she had felt the promise that laid between his legs. Her mind began to construct the idea of him being interested, them being a little bad, and her introducing him into some light bondage.

She stopped those thoughts almost at once. She was here to prove her worth. There hadn’t been many ponies accepted into this university, but she’d made it, and while she couldn’t do unicorn magic she was proving to be better than most of them with potions. They could cast spells for lightening, she could mix a potion that would explode with lightening, they could cast spells for fire, and she could match them with her potions. But a part of her deeply yearned for what she had felt for a brief moment.

“T..Thanks,” Bumble mumbled.

She was nearly lost in thought, but her upbringing caused her mint green eyes to focus on his own. Her charcoal gray cheeks had a bit of a blush bleed through as she drove the thoughts back. Was he somepony worth getting to know, yes, yes he was, or at least he was from a physical standpoint. But then again he most likely was from an intellectual one as well. Granted he was an Unicorn, but she knew he wasn’t nobility. That meant he earned his place here. Earning a spot in the Canterlot College for Magical Studies wasn’t a walk in the park. It either took impressive intelligence, and talent, or a very well connected, and wealthy, family.

There were exceptions of course. Princess Twilight Sparkle had attended, and while her family was consider nobility, lower nobility but nobility all the same, she had been incredibly intelligent, talented, and gifted.

“You’re welcome,” she said stepping back, but her mind was screaming to keep the conversation going, try to get to know him, maybe talk him into taking that monster out and letting her worship it. Yeah, that thought ended real quick, “Say, are you, or what I mean is… Gah, listen to me.”

She sighed, and Bumble watched as she composed herself, “Look, there’s a local production of Hinny of the Hills this weekend, and I know that it’s kind of sudden, but would you maybe like to go?”

He stood there uncertain of what just happened. Fillies didn’t ask him out. He didn’t ask them out either, but it wasn’t because he wasn’t interested. Far from it. He liked fillies, and mares, and he certainly wanted to be somepony’s special somepony, but it just… Honestly he didn’t know how to talk to mares, except for his sisters and his mother. That was different. He could see her acting nervous, and then he could see her expression getting sad. He didn’t want that. Luna and Celestia he didn’t want that. He cleared his throat and smiled at her. He tried to open his mouth, but the words simply wouldn’t come like he wanted them to.

Instead what he got out was, “I umm, I.. I… Okay?”

She wrapped him into a hug, something he understood all too well. Growing up with a very huggie Pegasus for a mother had gotten him well used to the idea of being physically touched in this manner. Some of the hugs had been different, the place where some of the mares’ legs had went had certainly been in an odd place, and he tried desperately not to embarrass himself by having part of his anatomy stand up and say hi.

It was a losing battle, but she didn’t seem to say anything, and he was thankful that she was kind enough not to point out that a part of him was attempting to poke into her hip. Instead she tightened the hug, which by Pegasi terms meant that she really liked him, and he began to feel a little uncomfortable. Finally she let go, a dopey smile on her face. She giggled softly.

“Thank you… I… Ummm.. That is it’s this Saturday, eight pm?”

He nodded, watched as she walked off, and he also noticed that her school robes smelled a little as she walked. Not in a bad way, but rather it was something like gumdrops. He hadn’t noticed the smell before hand. Putting it out of his mind he stepped back into the dorm, glad to be free from distractions, free from ponies knocking on the door, and he looked at the mail he received. There was three letters, the first was from his mother. He opened it, happy to see that she was writing him already.

My little muffin Bumble,

I hope that you’re doing okay. Dinky is actually missing you more than you think. She’s talking about coming and seeing you, and apparently so is Berry Pinch and Pina Colada. It’s kind of funny that her friends wants to see you too. Oh! Mr. Swifty said I couldn’t mail you Muffins, so when Dinky does come she’s going to bring you a pan full. I’ll send an extra pan for the girls.

I’m so proud of you my little Muffin.

Love you bunches,

Your Mama.

He smiled at it, sat it down, and looked at the other two letters. One was from the school, and he knew that it was most likely welcoming him officially, and the other was Books and Scones. Which it was weird to have a scone shop inside of a book store. He knew what that was without opening it. The campus bookstore was currently out of everything, so he had to resort to using Books and Scones to get his class books. They said that they’d wait until the disbursement of his scholarship happened, and then they’d want his payment.

He ignored the letter, knowing it was the bill, but also knowing that he had an arrangement with them. Sighing, he looked at his class schedule. Classes started tomorrow. Thinking ahead he’d visited his professors, seeing if they minded getting him the syllabuses to their classes early, and most had been fine with it. While he wasn’t going to start the actual work until they began to teach him, which only made sense, he did plan on reading ahead.

He cracked open the first book when the door opened again. He looked up to see his roommate. The alabaster colored Unicorn with a royal blue mane staggered in with a rosy pink Unicorn that had a purple mane and tail. The rosy pink Unicorn stumbled slightly, falling onto the bed, and her shirt popped open revealing her smallish breasts.

“Shhhh… We...We’re supposed to be quietly foolin’ around.” she slurred.

He looked toward his roommate who was currently getting undressed. Realizing that neither of them seemed to be sober, and realizing that he didn’t want a part of this, he grabbed his books, his letters, and got up.

“Wh...What..Who’s that?” she asked.

The Alabaster Unicorn looked toward him and smiled, “That’s me roomy! Nice bloke right?! Say… I ain’t never seen a Canterlot noble’s tailhole ‘fore, mine if’n I see now luv?”

She giggled like a mad mare, and Bumble practically ran from the room. He had the sense, and decency, to shut the door, but he headed out, going straight toward the library. He silently thanked Princess Twilight Sparkle for giving him the map of the campus, and he walked across the courtyard straight toward the building that he felt was most likely going to be his home away from home for a good long while.

He stepped into the building and he could smell the parchment, ink, and old tomes of days past. The school’s library boasted having the most complete works of Starswirl the Bearded, Pre-banishment literature, and even the most complete works of Fillyam Shirespear. Not that he’d be doing much reading of plays and classical liteature. Finally satisfied that he was indeed able to read in peace, and not see… What those two were going to do, he settled into a chair.

He cracked open the first book, and began to read about the theory of dynamic spell casting, and its application in golem production. The first minute turned to fifteen, then to an hour, and before he realized what was going on multiple hours had passed. He yawned and leaned back. It wasn’t his intention, but he thought that he’d just rest his head a moment.

The sound of the bell alarmed Bumble. Groaning he stretched and felt his back popping as he stood. His study habits had remained basically the same, and once again he had found himself inside of the library after it had closed. Although that wasn't quite the same as the library back in Ponyville. Back home, well Princess Twilight Sparkle had opened up her private library to the public to be used. Often when he fell asleep in it he'd wake up to hear somepony, or dragon rather, walking around and reshelving books. Spike had been more than kind to usually let him out, explain that he wasn't the first pony he'd ever seen fall asleep with a collection of books, and even wave off any apology explaining that he knew he was there.

This wasn't Princess Sparkle's library. This was the Canterlot University Library, and he was a bit more afraid that the librarian over it would be somewhat more cross with him. He stood, his horn ignited, and and he looked around. When he did there was a flash and suddenly several torches began to ignite. He walked toward one, waiting for a moment, and then held his hand near it. The flame didn't feel hot, but it looked real.

"Quite convincing, yes?"

Hearing the sound he turned around to see a mare in the shadow. Swallowing his nervousness he tried to smile, "Sorry, I seem to have fallen asleep while I was studying, umm, would it be any trouble to let me out?"

She stepped into the light and he realized that the mare wasn't just a mare, no, she was royalty. Instantly he bowed, giving the respect the Princess of the Night deserved.

"Please, do not give us, or me rather, such reverence. Here in this school I am a teacher, nothing more."

"Princess, I..."

"Bumble Hooves, it is fine."

He looked at her a little confused, "You know my name?"

She smiled, touching the table behind him and he watched as it disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"What in the world?"

She grinned, "It is a dream. You are sleeping, inside of the library, but still sleeping. Bumble, I've noticed something from your dreams, and from what I've observed while you've attended classes."

"Yes Princess?"

She smiled softly at him, "You're a diligent student, driven, intelligent, and you show a creativity that will truly help to move Equestria forward, but you are also very awkward around others. You seem, more withdrawn," she touched his shoulder, "I admire the desire to complete your project, but part of the reason for this college is to help students meet and communicate with one another. It is our truest hope that you will become friends with your fellow ponies."

He looked away, "I'm not really good at that."

She hugged him, her leg brushing between his own, and her experience with dreams, with how the body created the dream bodies, had taught her that the mind created the exact body of which it was housed inside of the dream. This made her eyes widened as she felt it. Thick, long, easily on par with any Minotaur. Her tongue touched her lips. It would be a dream, forgotten in a day or two, she could experience it, feel it, taste it, for these next few fleeting moments it truly could be hers.

Nine, resist! We will not abuse our subjects like this!

"Bumble," she said, her voice sounding heavy and full of need, "I...I must depart, but consider what I have said my little pony."

He shot awake, his eyes darting around until he finally relaxed. He was in the library, which did disorient him for a moment until he remembered that he was going to just rest his head for a moment. He got up, stretched, and felt his back pop. He looked at his books, satisfied that he managed to get through most of them, and then he walked toward the outside. When he had came to the library it had been around three in the afternoon, but now Luna’s moon was high in the night sky. He headed toward his dorm, found the building, managed to get inside, and then he headed toward his room. He carefully opened it and saw that the mare his roommate had brought back with him was still there.

Currently she was far less dressed, her head resting on his chest, and his arm was around her. Bumble stumbled back, closed the door, and sighed. He’d hoped to have the dorm room to himself, at least for a little bit, but his roommate seemed determined to be in there. He stopped his line of thinking. It wasn’t right, or fair, to want to have his roommate out of the room. Maybe out of it when this was going on, but not to have him out of it completely. Instead Bumble headed toward the lounge area, found a nice couch, and stretched out on it. In truth it was softer than the bed in the dorm room, so maybe he was coming out ahead on it anyway. He yawned again, settled down, and soon fell asleep.

A shaking sensation woke him, and he nearly fell out of the bed.

“Mate, you’re bloody alright taking the couch last night. Damned good of ya, got ta get inta that sweet mare I did. Nice enough filly, a little needy, but nice enough anyway. Think that I’ll see what kind of mischief we can get inta. Room’s all yours mate, gonna head ta class.”

He nodded, and then he sat up, “What time is it?!”

His roommate looked at him and grinned, “Fifteen after seven it is. Got an early class too eh?”

He nodded, “Alright, lookit, since I took the room, you take the shower. Rush a bit, if ya don’t mind, and then rush ta class. Good as gold eh?”

Bumble nodded, thanked him, and then ran straight toward the shower that was connected between the two rooms. There was two stalls, and he heard one of them already going. He stripped off, looked around, and realized that he left his shower stuff in the room. He started to dart out when he heard someone clearing their throat.

“Always happens at least once. You forgot your towel, soap, and the like right?”

He nodded and then realized that the other pony couldn’t see him.

“Yeah, I did.”

The other pony stuck his head out of the stall and looked at him.

“Daymn!”

Bumble covered himself, not sure what was wrong exactly.

“Sorry, sorry, look, you can borrow my extra towel, soap, and shampoo, and… Ummm… you aren’t interested in colts are you?”

Bumble shook his head.

“Pity, well, whatever mare you get with… She’s going to be happy. Bowlegged, but happy.”

“Thanks… for the towel and everything.”

The other stallion smiled, his soft blue coat revealing a faint blush, “Think nothing of it,” he said, and then he paused, “Silly me, I didn’t think to introduce myself. I’m Poetic Pin.”

Bumble smiled, “Bumble, Bumble Hooves.”

Poetic grinned, “Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Bumble. I do hope that we can become friends.”

With that Poetic slipped back into his stall, and Bumble went into his own. The shower was warm, inviting, and far too quick. Bumble got everything clean, but he didn’t have the time to really enjoy the shower like he would have rather done. He dried off, and Poetic told him to just leave the towel, soap, and shampoo on the bench and he’d retrieve it.

Doing just that Bumble headed out, determined to get to his room, get dressed, and get to class. He carried his clothes in front of him, keeping everything covered as best he could, and he moved into his room with a sense of urgency. He put his dirty clothes on the bed, determined to take them to the laundry later, grabbed a fresh set of clothes, and robe, and then he ran straight toward automation and automatons.

Running once again showed that it had no great love for Bumble as he tripped and fell the moment he entered into the class. He could feel everypony’s eyes on him, and silently he wished that he could simply crawl into a hole and disappear. He looked up, half expecting to see the smirks of other ponies, but instead there was concerned faces.

“Young sir, are you okay?”

He looked at the professor, an elderly mare, and nodded.

“Good, then please take your seat. You are,” she looked toward the corner where a grandfather clock stood, “Just barely in time for class.”

She got up, the sounds of her bones creaking with every movement.

“I am Clockwork Quartz, and I will be your professor for Automation and Automatons,” she said as she wrote the name of the class on the board, “In this class you will be creating more than simple golems. Your creations will contain no less than two dynamic spells, and will also feature some simple mechanics inside. I suggest that those of you who do not know how the insides of a gear driven machine works that you take extra time to study.”

She walked back toward her desk, “Now, I’m going to call your names, and you will indicate if you are here or not.”

Bumble was surprised at being the first one called, but he answered that he was there, and then he watched as everyone else did likewise. The class started pretty much how he expected, since he’d taken theory of automation and automatons back home. As the class neared the end he looked the syllabus that Mrs. Quartz handed them. It was direct, simple, and fairly easy to follow. They would read on their own time, follow her lectures, go to the lab connected to this class twice a week, and once there they would begin construction of their Automatons.

He knew that his Medical Golems could work, but he wasn’t sure if he had enough mechanical pieces inside of them. For the most part they were spell driven magic infused glass. Practically invulnerable to almost anything. Which certainly made them the perfect assets to rendering care to ponies in the harshest of places, but as he considered it he wasn’t sure if they would qualify as automatons.

When lab came up he decided to ask Mrs Quartz and see if she would allow it, or if he needed to build another project. If he had to build another one, perhaps he could create an automaton that would also serve as a medical golem. He had the spell core perfected. All he really needed to do was work on another body.

Deciding that if needed he could certainly do it he headed toward the next class. The day passed before him, those classes he read ahead in he was more than prepared for. Those that he didn’t, like Mrs Quartz class, he was ready for the challenge. Once he was done with the four classes he had for Tuesdays and Thursdays he headed back to his dorm room. He opened the door find it empty, and honestly he was glad. He stumbled toward his bed, put his books down, and looked at the two unopened letters. He opened the one from Books and Scones first. He pulled the two pieces of parchment out.

He unfolded the first and looked at it.

Mr. Bumble Hooves,

We at Books and Scones wish to thank you for choosing us as your alternative university bookstore. As per our arrangement your balance has been included with this letter, and the due date is that of the official disbursement of the scholarships accepted by your University. Thank you,

Mr. Warm Book, Founder of Books and Scones.

He turned the other page and looked at the prices of the books.

Advanced Automation and Automaton, Golem Studies 101, Ponunculi and you/creating a realistic magical creature, and Transmodification, A Study into Starswirl the Bearded’s proudest studies. Together the aforementioned books bill at 400 bits. An interest of five percent will be added every quarter until paid in full.

He sighed, that was well within budget. He grabbed the letter from the university, opened it and his eyes widened. He felt his mouth go dry and he slumped against the wall behind his bed.

“Mr. Bumble Hooves,

First we wish to welcome you to Canterlot College for Magical Studies, or as it is better known as Canterlot University. We do regret to inform you that while you have been awarded the royal scholarship, via Princess Twilight Sparkle’s recommendation, we can not apply said scholarship until midterms.

This mistake is in part at our hooves. Unfortunately a good deal of student’s financial information was misplaced. However, know that everything charged to the school will be placed on hold until such time that it can be taken out after the scholarship has been applied. You may continue your classes, and stay in your dorm. Unfortunately you will not be able to eat at the University’s cafeteria without the funds needed, and as such we again apologize.

Thank you for understanding,

Harmony Melody, head of Financial Aid.

He felt sick to his stomach as he looked at the letter again. He couldn’t eat. He was going to starve, and his books! The bookstore had been out, and he wanted to get them early! He looked at the books lying there on the floor beside the bed. He’d have to return them. That or he’d have to find another way to pay for them. He leaned against the wall, desperately wishing that the letter from the school was nothing more than a bad joke. He heard the door, and saw his roommate standing there.

“‘Ello, what’s eating you mate?”

He showed him the letter. The Alabaster Unicorn with a royal blue mane let out a long whistle.

“Wow mate, they really stuck it in and broke it off…” suddenly a giant smile crossed his face, “MATE I GOT IT!”

Bumble looked at this grinning stallion, “Ya need a job, I know a place hiring, and they pay like drunken mare at a strip club! Comeon!”

He felt himself dragged to his feet and following behind his roommate.

“Never did introduce meself did I? Name’s Whet, Whet Box. I know your name’s Bumble Hooves, and it’s a pleasure!”

The two were out of the dorm, across campus, and heading into the business district. It was there that they stepped into a shop that made Bumble think about that Earth Pony mare that had brought him his mail. The sounds of hooves on a tile floor caught his attention, and he turned to see Flagrante Delicto nearing them.

“Well, this is a surprise,” she said in a voice that dripped with need, “Whet, is this the model?”

Bumble looked at her, “Model?”

She nodded, and walked toward him, “Yes, my dear colt, I’m in need of a model. See, I produce… Toys, certain wonderful toys, for mares and stallions that help them come to grips with loving themselves better. Of course I also help with certain spells that will prevent pregnancies, or will encourage them, depending on the situation, the customer, and of course the money provided.”

She walked them toward a large room in the back where Bumble saw dozens upon dozens of false phalluses adorning the walls, near them were tubes, similar to cylinders, that had… He turned his head away not wanting to see fake mare bits.

“Oh, you are so innocently charming!” she giggled, “What I need is a new model. I’m willing to pay handsomely for it, and if you decide I can even put you on retainer, ensuring that if you don’t ‘model’ for a new mold during a month you’ll still be paid.”

He swallowed and looked down at his crotch, then up a her, and then at Whet who looked as if he happy that he helped him out.

“H..How much?”

She grinned and walked over a desk where she picked up a piece of parchment, “Fifteen hundred bits for the first mold, five percent in sales of the productions, negotiable price of fifteen hundred to three thousand bits for the second mold. Retainer fee of six hundred bits per month for the first six months. Sound fair enough?”

He nodded, and she pulled a quill out from behind her ear, levitated an ink well over, and he dipped the quill in, signed the parchment, and then handed her back the quill.

She smiled brightly, “We are going to make so much money together, and you… you my fine young colt are going to make thousands of mares, fillies, and stallions incredibly happy.”

Author's Note

(AN: The long awaited second chapter! Sorry for it taking a while guys. I've been job searching, taking up some arts and crafts, and working on a novel... Lots of irons in the fire. I hope that you enjoy this romp as much as the first chapter, and here's to hoping that it continues to delight.)

Production Value

Bumbling through my Education

Chapter 3: Production Value

Bumble silently questioned if he did the right thing. He was going to be showing himself, to this mare, and having a mold made of his… his stallionhood, his shaft. She wasn’t tapping her hoof, waiting for him to get undressed. Instead she was smiling at him, and she looked, well her eyes had the same kind of look he’d heard that Gryphons had when they were hunting lunch.

“Bumble bloke, ya gonna be okay?”

He nodded, actually glad that Whet was still here. He closed his eyes, removed his robes, unbuttoned his pants, and pushed them, along with his boxers, to his knees he heard more than one gasp, and he prayed that whatever she was going to do that it would be quick so he could run off and be mortified somewhere quiet.

Whet looked at what was in front of him. He was confident in himself, hell, no mare ever complained, but what was on his roommate wasn't normal! He looked at his roommate again, at Bumble, and wondered why the bloke was so shy.

If he was hung like that he'd be the cockiest bloke to ever stroll into, well anywhere.

He also noticed how Flagrante Delicto was practically licking her lips. The poor fella was still soft, and he was making her wet as hell. He could practically smell it from where he stood. The soft scent of lilac and honey mustily hanging in the air. He watched as she walked toward a work table, her thighs rubbing hard together, her supple, and well toned, flank moving in ways that made her yoga pants a true work of art. She bent over, and Whet knew the game she was playing. She wanted Bumble to look, she wanted him to see what she had to offer, and she wanted him to become interested. She looked toward them, seeing that Bumble’s eyes were still closed, and she sighed longingly as she began to get a tube, filled it with a grayish looking substance, and then looked once more at Bumble.

"Okay, now we need to get your ready... Tell me, do you think I'm pretty?"

His eyes opened, revealing the off gold of them, they went to her, and he wasn’t getting to see the presentation of her well toned, yet amazingly supple flank, but instead he was seeing her top which she seemed to make a bit tighter for him. Bumble's light gray cheeks blushed furiously and he nodded, trying to look away.

"No, don't do that."

He looked back at her, his eyes trying to focus on her own, not wanting to be rude and look at what she was attempting to show him. His eyes did drift upward to see her horn lighting up, and he felt something around his shaft. He swallowed, nervously, and watched as she slipped out of her top. He’d missed what Whet had seen when she bent over, but both of them saw the most perfect set of breasts in most of Canterlot. His eyes widened, and he desperately wanted to look anywhere but there.

But his eyes wouldn't move. They wouldn't trail away, and he felt himself getting more and excited. Suddenly there was a pliable warmth around his shaft, and he felt himself getting harder.

"Good, good, just like that."

The feeling wasn’t terrible in the slightest. It was warm, it felt good, but Bumble still felt mortified at what he was doing. He wasn’t against ponies doing anything to make themselves happy, but to know that they were going to be using something that came from a mold he made with his stallionhood was bothering him. Yet, he couldn’t close his eyes. He couldn’t look away from the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.

Her caramel colored breasts looked to be about the right size to be held, to be felt, and the darker brown areolas and nipples simply popped. Through a sheer force of will he moved his eyes upward toward her own blue eyes. They had the predatory look in them, but there was something softer. He could see her looking into his own eyes, and for a moment he saw her look away. The blush that had crossed so many faces, so many cheeks, crossed hers.

“I believe that should be it.”

She pulled the tube away, leaving what looked like a gray cylinder around his stallionhood. Using her magic the cylinder pulled apart, revealing a still exceptionally hard shaft, and what looked to be a perfect mold of it. He watched as she walked it back over to the table, then she grabbed a rag, walked toward him, and went to her knees.

Whet stood in amazement as Flagrante Delicto gently took his roommate’s shaft into her left hand. It couldn’t even wrap around it, or even begin to wrap around it, but instead she brought the rag up, and she began to wipe it down.

“Ummm… Ummm..” Bumble stumbled.

She looked up at him, the warmth of her hand feeling so good.

“You dirted it for me, it’s only right that I clean it.”

Bumble stood completely unsure of what to do. He felt the rag brushing down along his shaft, the wonderful feeling of Flagrante Delicto’s hand as she held him. He’d never even kisse a filly before. Never had a marefriend, a fillyfriend, or anything inbetween. And yet here was this beautiful mare, this gorgeous mare, that was holding his stallionhood, cleaning it, and it was the single most erotic thing he’d ever felt in his entire life. He felt the rag leave, her hand remaining, and then he looked down to see her blink coyishly at him before she kissed the very tip of it.

She parted her lips, the warmth of her breath, the warmth and sweet softness of her lips and tongue touched him, and he felt a sweet sensation of need cascade swiftly toward an overindulgence of experiences that he’d never felt before. That overindulgence quickly overloaded his young mind with pleasure and his mind, and body, did the one thing it knew to do. Bumble passed out as he came.

Flagrante Delicto felt a plethora of emotions at one time. She was more than satisfied that her sensuality, beauty, and skills were more than enough to make a young stallion experience an orgasm so massive that he passed out. She felt concerned for Bumble, but happy that Whet seemed to be attentive enough to catch him before he hit the floor, and finally she felt… horny. Oh by Luna’s sweet snatch she felt so horny.

Bumble didn’t do what the lovers she had before had done. There wasn’t a minor squirt, a slight glob, no, Bumble painted her chin, her neck, and her breasts with his semen. She ran a finger down her slender neck, pulling it back up, and plopped it into her mouth. It tasted like pineapple. It was something of a fetish of hers. She loved money shots, she enjoyed the feeling of wearing a pearl necklace straight from the source.

Oh, she absolutely believed in the need for self love. There were far too many ponies that were way to pent up. Prissy, arrogant, and idiotic though they were, most of Canterlot’s nobility needed to find relief from their pent up sexual aggression. What was well known was the nobility’s open disdain toward sexuality. Having a foal was expected, having two was accepted if they were twins, but having multiple foals was considered being sexual deviants.

She giggled at the thought. Oh, there was tons of high ranking nobles that came into her shop. Most often it was the mares, who came in wearing a piss poor glimmer that barely concealed their true identity, and they would buy various toys that would satisfy their carnal needs. She knew that Upper Crust had personally bought a phallus modeled after Whet, and then she bought an enchanted mouth and tongue that would always be willing.

And her orders were tame compared to several others. As she thought of this her magic began to pull her yoga pants down. It was still there, and she knew it would be incredibly easy to get him hard again. She could take him, right now, it would be so incredibly easy to feel that monster of his sliding up into her. She felt something, a faint touch of magic, and she looked at Whet.

“Lookit, I’m a right bastard, I know that, but ya can’t go and do this to this boyo. He’s a good sort.”

She sighed, knowing that Whet was right. She so wished he wasn’t. Her eyes drifted toward Whet, how he was standing, but she’d had him before. It was fun, and he was certainly crafted for fun, but right now she wanted this stallion that she couldn’t have. Slowly she got up, and Whet watched as she pushed the cylinder together. He watched as her magic lifted a block of rubber, and then suddenly it began to melt from her magic.

He’d seen her do this before when she made some of her toys from the mold she made of his shaft. The rubber flooded into the mold, and then he watched as she began to drain the heat away from the cylinder. That was something new. He’d never seen her rush to create one of her toys, but the moment it was cooled, she opened the cylinder, pulled it out, and he admired the toy for what it was.

It was fleshy looking, but certainly not the same color as Bumble’s stallionhood. It was more of an off peach, but he figured that since it was a prototype she just needed to see what it looked like. At least that’s what he thought before she bent over the table, her magic lifting her tail, pushing the head of that large toy against her marehood and then she pushed.

“Mmmm…” she moaned as it moved in, “Oh sweet Celestia… Oh by Luna’s sweet snatch…”

He watched as it pushed forward, deeper into her pussy, pushing until about three inches of it was hanging out. He watched as it moved forward again, but barely half an inch went in before she grunted and her muzzle looked tense. He watched as her magic covered the end of the toy, her eyes closed and it went fully into her.

Flagrante Delicto felt like a filly getting her pussy stuffed for the first time. The toy was perfect, absolutely perfect, but it wasn’t really him. Unlike many of the Unicorns that lived in Canterlot, and attended the Canterlot College for Magical Studies, she was able to do more than just basic leveltation. Her preference was lust, sex, it was what she was good at. Her cutie mark practically reflected it. The lipstick kiss across two hearts was certainly an indicator that she was doing what she believed she was meant for.

Where most of her clientele could manage to use a toy on themselves with their magic, well she could do more, if her concentration didn’t waver. She thought of Bumble, his look, the smell of him, and then she began to construct a phatom version of him. She felt a hand on her right breast, but it wasn’t as skillful as some of her previous lovers. No the hand was warm, it was tender, but it was clumsy.

The other hand was on her tail, barely tugging it, acting as if its owner was shy, reserved, and then she felt the lips on her neck.

“Yes… Bumble…” she moaned.

Whet knew that Flagrante Delicto was a skilled spellcaster, but this was advanced stuff for an Unicorn. Creating a body from light and magic was exceptionally advanced. He watched as it became more and more solid. The hard light body looked like Bumble, and Flagrante was moaning like a filly in heat.

“Oh… Buck… Buck… BUCK ME!”

The body faded, Flagrante fell forward, and she slumped down to the floor with the toy buried deep in her snatch. Her tongue lolled out, and despite the fact that she would need a shower, despite the fact that she just masterbated infront of Whet, and a very passed out Bumble, she was content. Slowly, she looked at the passed out stallion.

“Oh, you sweet, sweet innocently adorkable stallion. I can’t wait to actually try you.”

She moved, slightly and the toy began to slide out of her. She whimpered at the feeling of being so empty after being so full. She looked up at Whet who was sporting a tent in his pants. She grinned her predatory grin at him.

“Whet, did I get you all bothered?”

He started to move toward her, and then he felt her magic. He was locked in place, his body stuck there, and she crawled toward him. He felt his trousers unbutton themselves, open, and there he was before her. He neglected to wear anything under his trousers. The dark blue material completely parted, and then lowered to his knees. She touched him, her hand completely wrapping around his shaft.

“You want this badly, don’t you?” she asked.

Her hand began to gently pump him, and then he felt her other hand touching his balls. They were gently cupping them, softly fondling them. He leaned his head back, moaning, desperately wanting to feel her mouth around him, to feel her muzzle pressing down further on his shaft, her sweet tongue licking the sensitive underside as she took him deeper and deeper. Instead she completely stopped.

“Find a toy.”

His jaw went slack as she got to her hooves, “Wha… Wait, you’re gonna tease me like that and then…”

She smiled at him, “Of course I am. You prevented me from experiencing him, and while you were certainly right… It was a massive tease. So, this is turn about. Now, if you don’t mind I’ve got to shower, and then I’ve got a line of new toys to create.”

He growled, upset that he was denied the relief he wanted, but it didn’t matter. He could find a cute girl at the university. Instead he stuffed himself back into his trousers, pulled Bumble’s boxers and trousers up, and helped lift his roommate up. He used his magic to help steady him and they left Flagrante Delicto’s shop the Bad Gryphon.

Standing outside of the shop he stopped. Bumble didn’t get paid yet. He turned around, about to head back in, when the door opened slightly and a caramel colored arm stuck out. He saw a check between the fingers of the delicate hand.

“Make sure he gets that. He’s more than earned it,” Flagrante said before she closed the door.

Seeing that it was at least fairly well settled he headed back toward their dormroom. Once there he laid Bumble out on the bed that wasn’t sporting a wet spot, and looked at him.

“Boyo, I’m glad that I helped ya out, but now I feel like I could go for a round or two in the hay.”

He stretched and looked out into the hall, “Sleep well, and know that this time next week you’re going to be insanely popular.”

With that Whet quickly fixed his hair, checked his dark blue trousers, his off white shirt, and his tie. He could put on his robes, but classes were done, and besides, he wanted to find a nice little filly to entertain him for a while. He left their room, heading out into the night, deciding that maybe he’d hit up the lunar pegasi that worked around the palace.

Bumble moaned in his sleep, and turned over. He felt the bed he was on and his eyes opened. He was in his dorm. There was a feeling of relief that flooded through him, or it did until he noticed something near his hand. He grasped it and looked at the check for fifteen hundred bits. It wasn’t a dream.

He swallowed as the realization hit him. He’d taken a job as a model for a sex toy. Not only that but Flagrante Delicto had kissed his…

He felt his trouser covered crotch. A breath he didn’t realize he was holding came out in a relieved sigh. He wasn’t sure why he was so worried. It wasn’t like he hadn’t wanted to do this. He had. He had wanted to be with a filly, or a mare, and he wanted to feel what it was like. He was just like any other colt, but he’d never gotten that far. Thinking about it he couldn’t believe that he passed out like that.

He wondered if she laughed at him. She didn’t seem like the kind that would, but he didn’t know for sure. Sitting there he wanted to talk to somepony. He couldn’t talk to his mom about this. He wanted to, after all he never kept anything from her before, but there was no way he could tell her what he did in order to get the money for books and food. He didn’t like the idea of getting wing slaps because he didn’t tell her about his problem, and then because he thought that he only had one option.

Dinky would tease him, mercilessly, but at least she’d be willing to listen. He just didn’t want to bother her with it. That’s when he thought of his oldest sister. Amethyst Star had been here at the University for a while. Deciding that maybe she’d be the best option he got up and headed out. She’d written him a letter when she found out that he was applying to the school to let him know that she was in Cadence Hall.

Moving with determination he walked toward a large building that was very similar to his own. The exception was the front door. The door itself was colored in pink, purple, and yellow. He touched the door and he felt it become solid. He let go and it went slack. Reaching back out he touched it again only to feel it become solid once more. He tried to figure it out, and then he remembered what Princess Twilight Sparkle had told him about the dorms.

The doors would only open for the occupants and their guests. That meant that he couldn’t get inside unless his sister invited him into the dorm. He let out a defeated sigh and took a seat near the entrance. He didn’t know anypony that lived in Cadence hall other than Amethyst. He knew it wasn’t the end of the world, but he needed to talk to somepony about what happened.

“Little Bro?”

He looked up to see his sister and a smile crossed his face, or it did until he noticed what she was wearing. Amethyst was wearing a very skimpy version of the school’s robes. It came down just past her triple brilliant cut diamond cutie mark. He could see her curves, and he turned his head. What he heard from her was a giggle that he didn’t realize he missed.

“Comeon dork, let’s get inside,” she said as she touched the door which began to open, “I am extending an invitation to my brother Bumble for him to use anytime I’m in the dorm.”

The door glowed for a moment and it swung open without hesitation. He followed her into the dorm and he noticed that there was a few mares running around in a similar state of dress as his sister.

“Amethyst! You’re bringing a colt in here?! I knew it! You are a sexual deviant!”

His sister stopped and looked toward the light blue coated filly that had a shock of white hair. The other Unicorn looked straight back at her, waiting for a reply.

“Cosmic Harmony, lets see, you had how many colts in your room last semester?”

The other filly began to stutter, “I...I never!”

“Uh huh, that’s not what those sounds from your failed soundproofing spell sounded like. And besides, perv, this is my brother.”

Cosmic looked at him, then at her, and then she looked away, “Fine, but know that I’m not covering if he’s not.”

Amethyst rolled her eyes as she walked with him.

“You’re not going to get into trouble for me being here, right?”

She shook her head, and then without hesitation she opened a door to a room. He was greeted with the sight of two mares, currently with their muzzles in each other’s marebits.

“Sorry Sonar!”

She closed the door, “So… Why don’t you take me to your dorm, cause… It looks like Sonar and her marefriend are going to be busy for a while.”

He nodded, and the two of them began to head out of the door. He heard his sister softly singing, something he loved to hear, but the song was different.

“I knew a filly named Sweetie, I guess you could say she was a sex fiend. Saw her in a hotel lobby masturbating with a magazine.”

She noticed that he was looking at her and she smiled, “Sorry, just a new song I heard from this really talented stallion,” she sighed, “He used to be a backup for Countess Coloratura.”

Figuring that she didn’t want to really go into it, and he wasn’t going to ask the two of them arrived at his dorm. For the first time he noticed his door was a dark midnight blue, with a black splotch in the top center, and in the middle of that splotch was a crescent moon. He touched it, and it began to open. Remembering what she had done he cleared his throat.

“My sister Amethyst has my invitation to enter into this hall anytime I am inside.”

The door swung open and the both of them headed into it. He walked back toward his dorm room, and the two of them walked into it together. She looked at the one bed with what looked like a stain, and then at the other one that looked like someone had just laid down in it. Figuring out which one was his she took a seat on the one that looked like he had just laid down.

“So, how are you liking college so far?”

He kicked his hoof, not really looking at her, “Sis… Have… Have you ever did anything that you were embarrassed about, but you had to do it so that you had some money?”

She was quiet, too quiet, and he looked up to see her her shocked face. He was worried that she knew, he was worried that she was going to be upset, but he didn’t expect her to turn away from him.

“W..who told you?”

He looked at her, “Told me?”

“Who told you that I was working in High Tails?”

He was really confused now, “High Tails?”

She looked at him, her face one of shame, “Yeah, High Tails… The Mare’s Club… I…” she swallowed hard, “I’ve been working there for about three semesters now. I lost my scholarship when I was hanging out with the wrong group of ponies. I didn’t want to tell mom, so I found a job. I’ve been stripping, and giving mares, and stallions, lap dances for a while now. Oh Celestia, does mom know?”

He shook his head, “No, I didn’t know until you said something.”

She studied his face for a moment, but like normal Bumble didn’t have much of a poker face. Instead she could tell he was telling the truth.

“Okay.. Then… Oh, Bumble you’re not working at a club like that are you?”

He shook his head.

She breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank Celestia and Luna.”

He handed her the check. She looked at it, and then at him, “Bad Gryphon… Fifteen hundred… Oh..OH!”

He felt her arms around him, “Thank Celestia this isn’t nearly as bad! I was really worried that you were doing something terrible!”

He seized up for a moment, “She made a mold of my… My… My thing! She made a mold of it and she’s going to sell it all over Equestria! How is this not as bad?!”

She giggled, “Because, unless she has a picture of your face, or you’ve been with a filly or two that I don’t know about, then nopony is going to know that it’s you.”

He smiled, actually feeling some relief.

Author's Note

(AN: And another chapter out. I had to get this one going while the inspiration was fresh on my mind. Hope that everyone likes it.

RJP)

Household name

Bumbling through my Education

Chapter 4: Household Name

Talking with Amethyst had really helped. Bumble felt better since he figured that nopony knew that it was his stallionhood that had been molded. It had relaxed him enough that Amethyst had himself had settled into a game of Orges and Oubliettes. It felt quite a bit like it back before Amethyst had started to the University. She was playing her favorite character, the dark Unicorn Sorceress Deadly Nightshade, and he was playing a newer character he had created. It was an Earth Pony thief named Quick Hooves.

Amethyst looked at his stats and then looked at her little brother, “So, his charisma points are maxed out.”

He sheepishly looked at her, “Yeah, I was creating him and Button suggest that I just go ahead and max those points out.”

She grinned and rolled her eyes, “Uh huh, So the fact that he can basically talk any character into taking off their clothes and jumping into the sack with him was completely unintentional.”

He blushed furiously and looked toward the floor, “Y..Yeah.”

She laughed and touched his shoulder, “Little bro, chill. It’s okay. I’m just messing with you. So, are we doing a brand new journey, or picking up an old one?”

He grinned, pulled out a small notebook, and opened it to the newest quest he’d worked on before starting the university. He handed it to her and Amethyst looked at it, whistled, and then looked at him, “Wow, that’s some serious thought. So, we’re questing to find a kingdom lost to time, one possibly older than unification, and it only appears once every two hundreds for a single day. On top of that, the evil Wizard Skullbeard has the entire kingdom cursed. Once he’s defeated it will stop disappearing, and instead it will become a permanent fixture. Okay, let's do this. Want me to be the game master?”

He nodded, and she smiled, “Okay, both Deadly Nightshade and Quick Hooves find themselves in a small tavern located in the primarily Earth Pony town of Shifting Sands. Deadly Nightshade has been in town since the night before, having arrived to refill her bit purse with the promise of the possibility of adventure. Quick Hooves had arrived later than she, meeting with the local Thieves Guild in order to check and see if there was any treasure that would be worth looting,” she looked at the map he’d drawn, “Both were disappointed because neither of their contacts had anything worth their time. Instead they find themselves in this tavern, drinking ale, and sitting near each other. In the distance a traveling Minotaur curses the tavern owner for cheating him out of his hard earned bits. A fight starts.”

Bumble looked at the map, “Ummm… I decide to sneak toward the Minotaur, and check to see if he has anything worth stopping this over.”

Amethyst grinned, “Okay, he’s a mid level enemy, so you’ll have to roll at least a seven to sneak upon him without being seen.”

Bumble rolled the die, and watched as it hit the small table in the dorm room he shared with Whet. the die bounced a couple of times before finally it stopped on an eight. He breathed out a sigh of relief.

“You’re able to successful sneak over to the minotaur. At this moment things are progressing to the point of violence. With his attention completely on the tavern owner you’re able to detect if he has anything of value.”

Bumble thinks for a moment, “I want to pick his pockets.”

She looked at him, “He’s enraged, anypony close to him could be hurt, to successful pick his pockets you’ve got to roll at least a twelve.”

He rolled again, and landed on a ten.

“Oooo, the Minotaur discovered that you were there, and not only that your hand is in his pocket. He drops the tavern owner, and his attention completely turns on you.”

Bumble considered his options for a moment, “I want to charm him.”

She looked bewildered, “Are you sure?”

He nodded, “I am. I want to use my charisma on him.”

“He’s ready to hurt you, to possibly mortally wound your character. With his character so enraged you’re going to need an eighteen or higher in order to stop the attack,” she said as she looked at him, “Are you sure you want to do that?”

He nodded, rolled, and the die landed on a nineteen.

“You manage to talk the Minotaur down, but as luck would have it, he’s bisexual and has taken your advances quite literally,” she grinned as he began to squirm, “As such he offers to buy you a drink.”

Bumble looked at her, “Seriously?”

She laughed, “Hey, you’re the one with the maxed out charisma points!”

He sighed, “I decide to take him up on the offer, but at the same time I try to find a way of sneaking off while he’s not paying attention. So, I do a check for shadows when his attention is diverted.”

Amethyst grinned at him, “Okay, the tavern owner, who is grateful to you for saving him, has brought over the drinks. The Minotaur is slightly distracted while grabbing a mug of ale. If you roll a nineteen or he’s going to notice that you’re trying to leave.”

He glared balefully at her, rolled, and as luck would have it he landed on a twenty.

“You manage to sneak off while his attention is on his ale. However, Deadly Nightshade had witnessed that you also managed to sneak off with his bit purse, and a scroll. She follows you out of the tavern.”

He smiled at her, and she suddenly felt a little weird, “Okay, I want to use my charisma on Deadly Nightshade.”

“Bro fun’s fun and everything, but maybe…” she sighed, “You really want to do it?”

He nodded, “I do.”

She looked at her stats, “Deadly Nightshade is a level sixteen sorceress, she’s got several illusion breaking and anti enthrall wards woven into her cloak.”

“Not using magic.” he replied in a sign song voice.

“You’re going to have to roll a fifteen. Just that. Nothing more, nothing less.”

He took the die, rolled it, not expecting it to actually land on the fifteen, knowing that he was doing this to just mess back with her, but it did. Somehow it landed on the fifteen.

“Oh, Ummm… I didn’t really think that would happen…”

He looked at her and she sighed, “Me neither… You’re able to charm her, she’s practically eating out of your hand… I feel a little weird doing this. I mean I know that it’s just characters, but… It’s kind of like if we were… you know?”

He nodded, “Yeah… Say, want to stop?”

She nodded, “Yeah, so everything okay?”

He looked at the wall, “I guess, I mean I’m still kind of embarrassed about it, but like you said nopony is going to really know that it was me, so I guess that it’s not a big deal, right?”

She touched his shoulder, making him look at her, “No, it’s not a big deal. Bumble, stuff happens, and you found a way to pay for your school, your books. I’m glad that you didn’t lose your scholarship, but at least now when it comes in you basically more back than you planned.”

He nodded. She was right about that. He was going to get far more back now than he planned, and that was pretty nice. Plus he’d only had a mold made.

“Thanks for coming over and talking.”

She grinned and hugged him, “You’re welcome dork. Say… I know it’s kind of weird to ask, but mind if I crash here. I’m not sure if Sonar is done, and I really don’t want to be listening to her and her marefriend enjoy each other all night. I get enough of that at work.”

He nodded, “Although I don’t think that you want Whet’s bed.”

She smiled, “Nope, you’re just going to have to share. Don’t worry, I’ll let you sleep against the wall.”

He sighed, yawned, and realized how late it was and how tired he was. He put the game away, cleared what books that were on his bed, off, and crawled in toward the wall. Amethyst crawled in after he did, and he wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her from falling off. She shuffled a little, trying to get comfortable, and then she felt it. The last time she’d really seen Bumble nude had been when he was about seven years old. After that he started getting really self conscious about how he looked. So she had no idea how much he grown. It was soft, but she felt it, and damn was it huge!

She didn’t say anything, after all she didn’t want to make him more uncomfortable, but at same time she couldn’t help but to shimmy her hips. She felt it slightly twitch, just the barest beginning of stirring to life, and she held her breath. Mom didn’t know, but she’d dated a bit while she was up here. One of her flings, a Pegasus recruit that was about her age, had been the most hung she’d ever seen, or felt. Bumble had inches on him. Actual inches and not just a little bit.

She closed her eyes. Trying to think of anything that wasn’t sexy, anything that wouldn’t make her wetter than she already was. The last thing she needed was to get all hot and bothered only to not be able to do anything about it. She felt his arm around her, the way she was against him, and she wondered if when he finally found his special somepony would they be sleeping like this.

She tittered at the thought, but she did keep it low, not wanting to make him wake up. Whoever became his special somepony was certainly going to be very happy. There was no doubt about that at all. She thought about it for a moment and instantly she decided that she would have to tease her new sister-in-law a little. She almost hoped it was somepony from Bumble’s old class from Ponyville. It’d be all kinds of fun to tease Twist, Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, Silver Spoon, or Diamond Tiara about this. She wouldn’t really want to wish Diamond Tiara on him, but seeing her as his wife, watching her walk bowlegged, and then giving her a good teasing about it would be so fun. Finally her eyes closed, she drifted off to sleep, and let the land of dreams take her.

Hours had passed, and slowly Amethyst began to stir. She felt something, thick, proud, and hard pressed against her rump. Looking around she didn’t recognise the room, and in her hazy sleep addled mind she believed that she must had went home with one of the stallions from the club. He was certainly big, but she didn’t know why the pleasant, but familiar, ache wasn’t there to tell her about the wonderful night of rutting that must have happened.

She felt her panties still on, and she felt that the wonderful cock that was pressed against her was being withstrained by some fabric, most likely pants. Her horn lit up, she felt her panties move to the side, her tail lifting and she started to shift.

“Morning.”

She froze. It was Bumble! She was in Bumble’s dorm room, in his bed, and she was about to… Oh Sweet Celestia!

“M...Morning, heh, how are you doing little bro?”

She hoped that he didn’t hear her embarrassment. Instead she felt him squeeze her tighter, just like they had done when they lived back home. Being the foals of a huggie Pegasus meant that you learned what those hugs ment. This was Bumble telling her that he loved her, was glad that she came over to be with him, and that she was welcomed here all in the same expression. She also felt his cock practically knocking at her tailhole. She was silently thankful that she realized who he was, stopped herself, and didn’t get his clothes off.

“Want to get some breakfast?”

She smiled, but the shook her head, “Sorry, I can’t. I’ve got classes today, and I’ve got to go change, make sure that Sonar and her marefriend didn’t mess up my bed, and then head to class. Raincheck?”

“Sure,” he said as he gave her one last tight hug, “Thanks for talking sis. I feel better.”

“No problem, anytime you need to talk.. You know, Bumble, I know that I used to give you a lot of grief, but seriously, have you thought about asking somepony out?”

She turned to look at him, and his golden eyes were looking down, not at her, but just down, “I don’t know how to talk to mares.”

She shook her head, “Could have fooled me.”

He rolled his eyes, “That’s different. You’re my sister. Around other mares… I… I don’t know what to say, and when I do try to talk it comes out all funny, so it’s just easier not to, you know?”

It was her time to roll her eyes, “Seriously? Bumble, mom would be so upset if she thought that you weren’t even going to try. And besides, the worse a mare, or filly, can do is say no. It’s not like they’re going to eat you. And there’s a lot of mares at this school, some really pretty ones.”

He looked at her, “Well, there was one that brought me my mail. She invited me to Hinny of the Hills.”

“Was she charcoal gray, mint green eyes, black mane and tail, and an Earth Pony?”

He nodded, “That’s her, I didn’t get her name.”

“I’m not surprised,” she giggled, “That’s Honeypot. She’s a sweet filly, a little too driven, but really sweet. You could do a lot worse. So, go out with her.”

He looked unsure, “What...What if I goof up? You know, what if I say the wrong thing, or act like a complete and total geek?”

She touched his shoulder reassuringly, kissed his cheek and smiled, “Bumble, you are a geek, and a dork, but that’s part of your charm. Just be you. If Honeypot doesn’t like it then you’ll know, and the two of you might be able to be friends at least.”

She got up, but as she did she realized too late that her panties were still pulled over. She looked back at Bumble. His eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open and he quickly looked away, “Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t meant to look!”

She rolled her eyes again. She, and Dinky as far she knew, weren’t nearly as reserved as Bumble was, but then their father, Silent Victory, was pretty much the same. She kind of wondered exactly how it was her mother managed to get her father nude, get on him, and have him put not one, but three different foals into her. She smiled at the memories of her father.

Silent was a good stallion, and he loved her and Bumble with all of his heart. She knew that he would have loved Dinky too, but Bumble loved her, and so in a way it was like he loved her. She bent down toward him, “Little bro, you’re going to make somepony very happy, but you can’t do that if you don’t get over your hangups. Trust me, what you’ve got there is more than enough to make any mare happy.”

“Sis!”

She smiled at him, “I gotta go. Please, go on your date with Honeypot, talk with her, get to know her, if she offers rut her brains out,” she saw him looking embarrassed, “Trust me, the both of you need it. Later little bro.”

With that she opened the door, looked at an Unicorn she’d met a while back, and currently there was a Lunar Pegasus holding onto him. The Lunar Pegasus looked at her, and she grinned a toothy grin that showed off her fangs, “Ya dunnae say that there’d be a cute bit of fun in ‘re.”

Amethyst felt the soft hand of the Lunar Pegasus touch her. She was fit, obviously a cadet for Luna’s guards, and she was lovely. Her purple mane looked bed tossed, her dark gray coat glistened with sweat, and she could tell that these two had already fooled around quite a bit. She needed to leave, to go to class, but she was also ignoring the fact that she had an itch that developed when she didn’t realize that she was in Bumble’s room.

“Comeon, I’ll ya a good time, make ya cry out like a wee filly that just discovered what it’s like ta rub one out in the bathroom.”

Amethyst heard something behind her.

“That’s my sister you’re talking to,” the voice came almost in a growl.

“She’s a big lass, and she can do what she wants…” the mare said as she looked past her at Bumble, “HOLY SHITE!”

She pulled away from the other Unicorn, moved past her, and toward Bumble.

“Laddy, ya got the biggest single cock I’ve ever seen… how do ya feel ‘bout gettin’ piss drunk goin’ back to me room, and shaggin the living piss right outta me?”

Bumble stumbled backward, his eyes darting around, “Ummm, Well… That is…”

She reached out, touching his chin, and then one of her hands dropped down, feeling the beast that resided between his legs. She purred as she leaned in, “Oh laddie, the things I could do fer ya, the things I could do to ya…”

Bumble felt trapped, really trapped, and he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. The mare practically ready to undress him and shag him at this moment yawned. And she staggered for a moment. Before she could fall Bumble caught her in a magical field. He laid her on Whet’s bed, and then he looked at his roommate.

“Sorry, we shagged a bit last night, I thought that you’d be gone,” Whet yawned, “Sorry, she had to get piss drunk before we could do a thing. I think she’s still drunk off her ass. Mind if we let her sleep it off in here?”

Bumble got up, grabbed a few books and nodded, “Sure, I… I’ve got things to do anyway.”

Whet grinned, “Thanks mate,” and then he looked at Amethyst, “Wait just a tick I remember you! Yeah, we met at the club!”

Whet suddenly found himself in a magical field. The mare in question narrowed her eyes at him, “And what else, exactly?”

He grinned, “And I thought that you were a nice mare. Maybe you could let me down?”

She let go of him, smiled at Bumble, and then she walked on out. Whet waited until she was well down the hall before he turned to Bumble, “Your sister is a right force of nature, and damned if that isn’t sexy.”

Bumble shook his head, grinned, and left Whet alone with the mare he brought home.

Heading out Bumble considered the fact that this was a Friday. He had no classes, no lectures, no place he had to be. All he really had was time to explore. Or that’s what he thought he did until he saw a charcoal gray Earth Pony mare. He knew her, Amethyst had said her name was Honeypot, and she had asked him out. He walked toward where she was, and noticed that she looked like she was working, and failing, hard on a project.

“Ummm… Is…” he took a breath, “Is everything okay?”

She turned toward him, and he could see the wetness of her mint green eyes. She was crying and below her he could see the problem. It was an incomplete golem. What had happened was simple enough. Being an Earth Pony she didn’t have magic, but he guessed that she was good at potions. For the most part a potion could do what a spell could, and it was theorized that the right combinations of potions could even activate a golem and allow the potion master the ability to give it demands.

Her golem was mostly made of clay and wood, something that was fairly common, but he could see that the spell matrix she was trying to create with her potions was incomplete. He sensed that it was missing part of the come to life spell needed to finish it.

“I… I just don’t know what when wrong, but it won’t activate. I mixed everything together right, I know I did!”

He rested a hand on her shoulder, and looked at her potions. She had everything here. There was actually everything she’d need to complete the spell. He wasn’t a potion master himself, but he read the chapter over it in his Golem’s 101 book.

“What about the come to life part?”

She looked at him, then at the golem, and then back to him, “You can sense that right?” she asked as she dug through her ingredients, “I mean you can sense what’s missing?”

He nodded, “I can.”

She took a few of her ingredients, mixed them, and poured them over the golem. For a moment nothing happened, and then its head began to move. She breathed out a sigh of relief and looked at it.

“Golem, you are to obey my commands.”

It stood, unmoving, and she looked confused.

“What’s wrong with it?” she asked as she thumbed through her book, “Oh! I didn’t give it a command! Well I did, but I didn’t give it one for action. Golem, I order you to walk over to my friend here.”

The golem turned, and it began to stiffly walk toward Bumble. He noticed that all of the spells were working correctly, but she had layered them in such a way that the golem would be stiff and rigid when it performed. It was enough to get a passing grade, but not enough to really show off what she could do. He looked at her, seeing her hopeful expression, and he smiled.

“Ever made a golem before?”

She shook her head, “Nope, first time. I think I did okay, but is there something wrong?”

He grinned, “Not really, but it’s moving a little stiffly. If you want we can work on getting its actions to move a little more fluidly and life like.”

She nodded, and before he could say a word she grabbed her golem from the picnic table it had been on, and then grabbed his hand. She led him toward the golem and automaton lab. Once inside she closed the door, locked it, and they walked toward a table. Pulling on his own experiences with his medical golems he began to describe how the spell matrix should work, explaining that usually for really complex golems the best idea was to use a core with spell crystals running all of the spells that would power and program the golem. Since her golem seemed to be something a might simpler just layering the spell matrix a little tighter would accomplish the needed more lifely movement.

After a little studying she mixed a final potion, poured it on the golem, and then she looked at it again, “Golem, walk to the edge of the table.”

This time it walked easily toward the end, seemingly moving with the ease of any pony that ever lived. Bumble nickered happily before he was caught in a kiss. It was happy, excited, and then he felt it deepening. He froze, unsure of what to do, what was going on, and then he felt her hands reaching down to his own. She pulled them up from his sides, and she rested them on her hips. She broke the kiss for a second.

“Thank you.”

“Ummm… You’re.. .you’re welcome?”

She looked at him a little confused, “Are you a colt cuddler?”

He shook his head no, “No, I like mares… I just… I…”

She grinned and kissed him again, “You get shy right? You were fine a bit ago.”

“That was because of the golem. We were working on it… I… Oh Celestia… you’re beautiful.”

She kissed him again, “See, you know how to talk to a mare,” she went back to kissing him, her hands moving down his sides until she got to his hips. She moved toward the front and felt the huge cock she’d noticed before. He was adorkable, sweet, and by Luna’s sweet tits she wanted him.

He wasn’t the kind of stallion you rutted and then left behind. No, he was the kind that you made want you. He was the kind that you kept safe, protected, and that you gave foals too. She wasn’t ready for foals, but she was certainly ready to find her real special somepony. She unbuttoned his pants, glad that he wasn’t wearing the school’s required robes for classes. And she pushed his pants down along with his boxers.

She felt it spring up and slap against her stomach. She could see that he seemed nervious and she broke the kiss.

“We don’t have to, if you don’t want to, but… I like you.”

He blushed and looked at the ground, “I… I like you too.”

She stepped back, pulling off her robe, and revealing that she wasn’t wearing anything under it. She then went to her knees. Before he could say a word she began to kiss the tip of his cock. Her tongue swirled around it a bit before she began to take him into her mouth. Oh Celestia it stretched her mouth quite a bit to fit it in there. She felt his hands, moving, finding the back of her head, and she wanted to giggle. He was acting on his own, he wanted this, and she wanted to do it. She took him up to her throat, but she didn’t try to deepthroat him. She was sure he wouldn’t fit.

She stopped, got up, and leaned against the table, “Be gentle.”

He stepped up, his mind working on autopilot, and he put his hands on her cutiemarks, cutiemarks that were of a potion bottle and a book. He didn’t notice how close her cutie mark resembled his own. How his was a wand over a book, but what he did notice was the wetness from her. He pushed forward, his cock slowly entering into the inferno, and his eyes widened. He’d never felt anything like that before in his life.

Honeypot grunted as she felt him entering her. Dear Sweet Luna it was like she was being split in half! His hands were on her hips, pulling her toward him, and then his inexperience showed as he pushed forward without giving her time to adjust. Her eyes widened and she let out a deep moan. She felt him still moving into her, second after second he was pushing forward, making her pussy stretch wider than it ever had. Finally he she felt him reach her cervix, but he was still moving forward.

“B..Bumble...Oh Celestia… Be…” she started as he pulled back and then thrust forward, “AYEEE!!!!!!”

It was fast, and he was jack hammering her like she’d never known. She felt the build up, the pent up frustration, and then she felt him explode. It’d lasted a couple of minutes, and he seemed done. She felt a little disappointed, or did until he leaned down, “Again?”

She nodded, and felt him moving again. She expected another couple of minutes, instead she got about an hour. When he finished she was on the table, her eyes wide, unfocused, and looking at the ceiling of the lab. They’d left the table for the floor, and right now she knew she was leaking out all over the floor. He’d pumped her so full of his sweet sperm that she felt her womb bulging. She giggled, if she’d been in heat there was no doubt that she’d be with foal.

“Wow…” he said.

She tittered, “Yeah, wow… Just so you know, you’re my coltfriend now.”

She moved toward him and cuddled against his side.

Author's Note

(AN: And thus, it begins! )

Bonus Scene: # 2 The Family that... Yeah....

Bumbling through my Education

Bonus Scene #2

That family that…. yeah...

(Bumble Universe #0002 - Hooves house)

Dinky lay on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. She had been sure before that she was mostly bent toward mares. She was fairly certain of it. She looked at Twist who was breathing deeply, sound asleep, and then she looked at her brother. He was deep in their mother's ass. Her own ass ached terribly, but it was a good pain.

She knew there was no way she was ever going to deny him. He was hers and she was his. Twist was his, and she saw him eyeing Diamond Tiara. She'd handle the brat if he wanted her.

She looked at her sister who was lying on the floor, legs spread, her pussy well fucked and full of cum. Delicious cum that came straight from Bumble. She got on her hands and knees, crawled over to her, and lowered her muzzle into her sister's waiting snatch. Amethyst moaned as she felt a delicate tongue licking her. She looked down at her little sister. Little.. What a world. Dinky was seventeen now, almost eighteen. And like her she had been rutted like nopony's business by their brother... Their brother that happened to be in the way of a lust spell gone wrong. Their brother who was rutting their mother like there was no tomorrow.

"Ngh! Silent! Oh BUCK ME! BUCK ME SILENT! I WANT ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR FOALS!"

Their mother that was hit with an enthrall and glamour spell. She moaned as Dinky pushed a finger into her ass. It was spread open, slowly closing, and she knew that she'd give it back to him.

Her eyes looked at Twist, sweet Twist who had just happened to be visiting today. Sweet Twist that got bred like an Earth Pony should. Sweet Twist that most likely was carrying a foal.

"Mmmm, brother's cum," Dinky moaned.

Amethyst's hands found her head, "Less talking and eat me out,."

She watched her brother drilling their mother, their mother’s soft breasts swaying as she was pounded, the way she grunted with each thrust. Celestia, she knew her mother needed this, and needed it bad. She hadn’t been with anypony since their father.

“Wreck me Silent! Wreck me hard!”

The sound of their flesh slapping, the smell of her mother’s arousal mixed with her brothers… it was intoxicating. She looked down at Dinky. Her sister’s muzzle was buried in her snatch, her tongue deep in her cleaning out their brother’s cum. She pushed her away, causing Dinky to whine a little. She didn’t whine for much longer as they made their way to the bed.

Poor Twist was panting, still recovering from the massive dicking she had received, but suddenly she saw her best friend’s well rutted tailhole and pussy in front of her. Her mouth opened, and she began to lap at her best friend’s gaping pussy. Dinky had a muffled moan, but suddenly Twist felt somepony lapping at her pussy. She moaned, in a muffled sound like Dinky, and realized that Dinky was currently munching on mare muffin like she was.

She never believed she would want to be in a herd, and one like this was insane. She couldn’t picture being part of a herd that included sisters, and their mother, with the stallion being their own brother, but that was out the window now. Now she didn’t care about the logistics of the herd. She had felt Bumble’s magic cock up inside of her, and she wanted more. She wanted to give him foals, she wanted him to keep her fat with foals.

If he told her to bend over, spread her cheeks, and let him have her, she’d do it. She’d gladly let him rut her until she was unable to form sentences, until she couldn’t walk straight. She wanted him, Dinky, Amethyst, and their mom. She couldn’t see Derpy right now, but she could hear her. She could her lewd moans, her begging to be rutted like a naughty filly, to be treated like a whorse. She could smell the musky arousal in the air, and she was getting off on it. The sounds began to lessen, and then they stopped. There was a soft whimper, and she heard another body on the bed. Suddenly their pile was interrupted, and she saw Dinky’s wonderful plot move. She looked up to see it replaced with Dinky’s mom’s tail hole and pussy. Both brimming with fresh cum.

Dinky felt her brother bending her over the bed, she bit her lip as he spread her cheeks. He wanted her tailhole again, and she wanted him to have it. He pushed into her and she grunted as he filled her. It was impossibly large, filling her rectum completely, causing it to stretch as he pushed into her. She didn’t beg him to be gentle, she didn’t want gentle. She wanted him to rut her like he did her mom. She wanted to be his mare.

He pulled back and slammed back into her.

“Who’s is it?” his voice a low growl.

“Yours, oh Celestia it’s yours…”

She felt him thrusting harder, she grabbed the sheet that barely hung into the mattress, bit it, and felt her fists knotting up. He pulled out completely, turning her around, her muzzle face to face with it. There were no words. She knew it needed to be clean, and so she took him into her muzzle, she began to clean him, tasting her mothter’s pussy and tailhole mixed with her own tailhole. She sucked it hard, licking it, tasting it, loving the way it barely fit into her muzzle, loving the way it felt as it slid closer to her throat. She wanted more, she needed more, and so she pushed him to the edge of her throat, and then further. Oh Luna it stretched her throat out. She felt it stretching it out. He pulled her closer. Inch by inch he fed her his cock until she was against the base of it. He pulled back, causing her throat to feel incredibly empty and she gasped for breath before he pushed it back into her mouth.

She started to reach down, to play with herself. She wanted that relief.

“No, not yet,” he said.

She held off, and then she felt him completely pull from her. He pushed her onto the bed, spread her legs, and she felt him enter her again. She let out a deep throaty moan as he pushed to her cervix, and then inside of it. He was in her womb, he was in her womb, and then he came hard. She felt her womb expanding, she felt it fill so much that it stretched causing it to expand out. He pulled out, and she realized that the spell she was messing with… The one she hit him with… It had affected them all.

She was fertile, her sister was fertile, their mother, and Twist was fertile. Everypony that got near him was fertile. He was impregnating them all. She laid there happy with that thought. She wanted his foals. She wanted a herd, and now she had one. She heard the door open, the sound of Princess Twilight Sparkle calling out asking if he was home. She grinned, because it was another mare for the herd.

Visitors, Muffins, and Payments

Bumbling through my Education

Chapter 5: Visitors, Muffins, and Payments

The lab had been left in favor of Honeypot’s dorm room. Like Bumble, her dorm was in the same building as her own. She explained that she liked Lunar Hall far better than most of the other dorms on campus. Bumble was surprised that it was a co-ed dorm, but she tittered and asked him how did he expect that she had his mail. Realizing that she must live, and work, in this dorm made sense. He also noticed that she had a private room, which seemed to be far nicer than sharing one, although he did like Whet.

The room was indeed nice, and he noticed that Honeypot was just as big of a geek as he was, but about slightly different things. Copies of the Power Ponies Trades lined a bookshelf, as did copies of the Trotting Dead, and several trades of Sukaiandoāsuharemu the Neighponise Manga about an Earth Pony that was actually a quarter Alicorn from a secret mirror universe called Majikkusukai that was composed of both Unicorns and Alicorns.

He pointed toward the first in the manga, “Mind if I?”

She shook her head and he lifted it out. It was one he remembered Button having. The first alien pony Sukaianddoasu met was a very curvy immortal Pegasus. The Pegasus, or Sakura no hana, wasn’t exactly sure on how to act toward him, since she had been imprisoned in an ancient shrine to the Equestrian Sun Goddess Celestia for well over a thousand years. She seemed to recall that male pirates, that she sometimes worked with, like their mares to be forward, flirty, and very direct.

So, that was exactly how she acted. He glanced through it, reading about the Unicorn princess that hadn’t ascended yet, her little sister that was the same, and then of the two guards that patrolled the mirrorverse. Amai, who was carefree, sweet, and while good at her job tended to be a little clumsy, and Nigai, who was her partner that was very strict, very stern, but actually very loyal and sweet.

Lastly there was the Immortal Pegasus’ mother, an Alicorn that took the form of a Pegasus Filly, and liked to be called little Kōkishin. The artwork was amazing, but that wasn’t what really drew him to the characters. Sukaianddoasu was usually presented as the average Earth Pony. Caramel brown, black mane, dark eyes, and a strong build from working in the fields. But he was more than just what he did. He was noble, honest, caring, and learning to be a warrior. Sakura no hana was far more curvy, and over exaggerated in several ways, from her lavender coat, teal colored mane and tail, golden eyes, down to her oversized breasts, yet behind the obvious, and often boastful, nature she was a mare that wanted to be loved, that was unsure of how she would fit into the world she had become part of, and of course how protective and loyal she was to Sukaianddoasu.

Sawā the elder Unicorn Princess was in many ways Sakura’s opposite. She was demure, refined, proper, and mannerly, but her heart had been cold, she was almost an automaton until she met Sukaianddoasu. After meeting him, and learning that he was actually a descendant of her home universe, she stayed to study him, and she began to realize that here on this world there was no great call for manners, no terrible need to be unfeeling when dealing with the commoners. She felt… love and warmth for the first time. Her little sister Yorokobi hadn’t yet been trained to become unfeeling. She was full of boundless energy, wonderment, and she looked upto Sukaianddoasu as an older brother.

That left the other three, and while Bumble liked them, he felt that the core group, the beginning group, with the exception of Amai and little Kōkishin, seemed to fit the story better. Both Amai and little Kōkishin fit certain aspects of it, but it was mainly when dealing with the areas that they were qualified to oversee. In truth he felt that Nigai could have been left out, and the overall story would be better for it, except for Amai’s Report… He had to admit that Nigai fit in there. Having her give the oral report, in Amai’s stead, had been a stroke of genius.

“A fan of the Harem genre?” she asked.

He blushed, “A little. A friend of mine got me interested in them,” he grinned, “I feel silly but I kinda shipped Sukai and Sakura pretty hard.”

She smiled, “That’s okay. I shipped them too, but I liked to throw Amai into the mix.”

He looked at her, “Really?”

She grinned, “Yeah… I kind of made some fan comics, a while back, about the three of them getting stranded in a mirror world that was completely barren, and they had to just live together for a while. The ended up herding.”

He smiled, “You liked the idea of them herding?”

She rolled her eyes, “Well, yeah… I mean it was obvious that he should end up with Sakura, anypony could see that, but you’d have to be blind to not notice how much Amai liked him. Being that she was an Earth Pony too, an alien Earth Pony from a different mirrorverse of course, but an Earth Pony nonetheless, meant that she would be fine with it. I mean, once it became clear that she was willing to share him with Sakura, the two of them just clicked together. I even had them kind of being intimate with… Oh Celestia I sound like a total perv right?”

He shook his head, “It kind of makes sense, really.”

She looked at him, a sly smile crossing her lips and a hopeful glint in her eye. There was so much that she wanted to tell him, and she felt like she could trust him. It wasn’t just because they had rutted each other’s brains out, or actually more accurately he had rutted her brains out. The pleasant ache told her that she had been bred like a mare should be. It was a little difficult to close her thighs, mainly because of that enjoyable ache. Still, he seemed so sweet, so genuine, and it made her want to get closer to him. She couldn’t lie and say that his beautiful, and amazing cock didn’t attract her at first. It did, but getting to know him she could tell that he was intelligent, he was sweet, he was caring, and he was everything she could ever want in a stallion.

“What, ummm, what are your views on herding?”

Bumble looked at her, a little surprised, after all it was one thing to talk about herding in fiction, but to actually express an open view of it. He wanted to step carefully, because it could be that she was asking because of something in her past, or perhaps it was just a passing thought. Still, he wasn’t against the idea, not really. It was seldom that anypony really saw a herd anymore. Not because they were illegal, but more because social norms had changed. He remembered Ms. Cheerilee talking about that in class a long time ago.

Social norms had changed due to the Canterlot nobility expressing a desire to see one mare to one stallion. Logistically he saw the problem with that kind of setup. Anypony that really paid attention could see that mares outnumbered stallions five to one in metropolitan areas, more in rural areas, and so when a stallion only had one wife, one mare, it left other mares without a stallion. It also left them without the chance to have foals.

His mother had been lucky that she happened across his father when she did. The two hit it off, and even though he was sure that some Unicorns most likely looked down on Silent Victory having a Pegasus bride his mother had always said nothing but good things about the ponies his father served with. Still, after his father… After he was gone there wasn’t anypony to comfort his mother except for Amethyst and himself. Maybe if his father had another bride things could have been different. He noticed that Honeypot was looking nervous, and he cleared his throat.

“I, umm, I really don’t see anything wrong with it. I mean if a mare and stallion feel like they can share their love with another mare then I guess that it could be a good thing,” he shook his head, “No, it would be a good thing, because if something happened to the stallion, or one of the mares, then there would be somepony still there to help them get through it.”

She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly, and he noticed the difference between Earth Ponies and Unicorns. He wasn’t the best example of strength, but she looked weaker than he was. That wasn’t the case. He felt his bones creak from the strain before she released him.

“It makes me so happy to hear you say that,” she replied with a smile on her voice, “It’ll make it so much easier to introduce you to my parents.”

He looked at her, seeing nothing other than happiness and honesty etched on her face. His mind began to think about the implications, what it meant, and then he stopped. He smiled, leaned over and kissed her. She was somepony he could talk to. She was somepony he didn’t get nervous around, and yes he was sure that having his… stallionhood up inside of her was certainly part of a reason for it. She was honest about things, and she seemed to really like him for him.

All of that added up to something profound for him. He found that he didn’t care what it meant. He liked her, no, that wasn’t right. It felt different than just like. It felt like he loved her. He found himself looking at her dark gray lips, and soon his lips were touching her own. She let out a soft squeak of surprise, but she certainly didn’t try to escape the kiss. She felt him poking against her hip, and after a few moments she slowly backed off. She looked into his eyes, seeing what she felt reflected there. A thousand things ran through her mind, but what came out was more base in nature.

“Want to do it again?”

He smiled, nodded, and she found her robe off again revealing her nude body, she undressed him, completely undressed him, and she took in everything. He was thin, but not underfed. There was certainly hints of fat on him, but then almost everypony had some hints here and there. She looked at his amazing cock which was standing at attention. She started to get on her knees, but instead he had her lay down. She felt him kissing down her thigh, making his way toward her pussy, and she desperately wanted to tell him no. He’d came in there, and while she loved the feeling of his cum up inside of her, she didn’t want him to be grossed out if he tasted it.

Instead she felt his tongue, his loving, but clumsy, tongue gently lick her labia. She felt him spread her with his fingers, his tongue moving deeper, and she wanted to tell him no. She wanted to, but her voice failed her. He was inexperienced, she realized that the first time they rutted, but he was loving, and thoughtful. She felt him pushing his tongue deep into her pussy. Her eyes widened, she felt her hands on the back of his head, his disheveled mane between her fingers, and she was pushing him deeper into her. She felt his tongue move inside of her, licking everything, tasting everything, and she couldn’t help the lewd nickering whinny that escaped her.

She’d never been so happy that she lived in a single occupant dorm room. Having a roommate walk in, see her coltfriend between her legs, licking his and her juices out of here would be a bit hard to explain. But by Luna’s sweet snatch it was so rutting hot. It was one of the hottest things she’d ever experienced. She turned her head, and moaned as he continued. She wished that he would have been her first. That she wouldn’t have been in such a rush to cash in her V-card.

Her mothers had laughed at her expression. She remembered Silky Spectre, the alpha mare of her family, had said that she was surprised foals were giving something like that such a peculiar name. It wasn’t a bad name, not in the slightest, but she was just surprised about it. And then she remembered when her birth mother, Posey, and Silk Spectre had sat down with her and explained that they weren’t disappointed in her. Not in the slightest, but they wanted to know if she liked the colt she had been with in a way that meant she’d consider being with him for a good long while.

She’d admitted that she didn’t, and both of them smiled, talked to her, and Silky Spectre had told her that she had done something similar before she met her father. The colt had been a handsome cadet for the royal guard. He was an Unicorn, very sweet, but also very rigid in his training. For the both of them it had been something of a convenience and not so much of a chance to build something together.

She had tittered, and looked at Honeypot. She remembered Silky Spectre’s next words exceptionally well. “I’ll never regret learning what I did with that stallion. I’ll never regret it at all, but the one regret I do have is that I didn’t get to experience what it was to lose it with somepony I loved.”

That was how she felt right now as Bumble continued to please her. She had been so determined to experience what it was like to finally lose her virginity that she had never taken into account how it felt to be with someone she… The word stuck in her brain. She hadn’t avoided it, not really, but she hadn’t fully latched onto it either. It was there, it was just below the surface, and she felt it bubble up. She loved him. She loved him, and she was a virgin somewhere else. She moved, thankful that she had showered and cleaned everything and everywhere earlier, and thankful that she hadn’t eaten anything in well over twelve hours. She was going to be ravish the cafeteria with Bumble later, but before that she wanted to give him something.

She felt him moan into her, obviously getting off on getting her off, and she loved that about him. She loved that he seemed so eager to please. She moved slightly and she felt his tongue slide out of her.

“Umm, is everything okay?”

She smiled and turned over, lifting her tail out of the way, exposing her tail hole to him, “It is, but I…, if you’re okay with it, I’d like to give you this.”

His eyes widened as he looked at what she was offering. He never expected to have a marefriend, and he never expected to have one as cute as Honeypot was, but this was even more of a surprise. He’d heard about it, from Button. Everypony knew that Button and Sweetie Belle had been dating on, and off, since junior high school. And apparently at some point they had began to experiment.

Button had told him that if he ever got to rut a mare, and they offered their tail hole then you took them up on that offer. He wasn’t sure what to do, but he figured that the first thing would be to try and make her feel good there like he did with her marehood. He spread her cheeks, leaned down, and pressed his tongue against her starfish. Honeypot’s eyes widened as she felt his tongue caressing her tail hole. Then she felt it slip inside. She grabbed her pillow, and moaned deeply into it. She’d never done anything with her tail hole before. And right now she was so enjoying it.

Feeling his tongue in there, him licking all inside of her back there like this, to feel him caressing her like that, oh it felt amazing. Her fingers snaked down to her pussy, and she found her nub. She began to gently roll it between her fingers, to feel it move, and she let out a deeper moan. She looked back at him, seeing his arms around her hips, and she tried to form words, but everything was failing. Finally she watched as he stood, before he push it into her she turned around. He looked confused before she took the tip of his wonderful cock into her mouth. She might not had done anything like that before, but she knew it needed lubricated before it went in, and besides, he’d been so focused on pleasing her it only seemed right that she return the favor.

She began to take him deeper, making sure to cover his wonderful cock with her as much saliva as she could. She felt his hands on her head, but like before she didn’t go into her throat, and he didn’t try to force her. She moaned as she did this, oh sweet Celestia she loved him. She pulled back, turned back around, and wiggled her rump at him as she lifted her tail.

“Be gentle… It’s my first time.. There.”

Her words weren’t lost on him, but any implication of her past didn’t matter. It didn’t matter who she had been with before. He was with her now, and he wanted to make her happy. He pushed the tip against her tail hole, and he pushed forward. She tensed for a moment, and then he felt her relax. He pushed forward, and the tip slipped into her tail hole.

“Ngh!” she grunted as she bit a pillow.

He was inexperienced, but he took the vocal que, waiting until she relaxed a little more and then began pushing forward. Each small move forward was halted after she tensed, and when she relaxed he pushed on forward. Inch after inch, second after second, they moved forward, slowly letting him take her as deeply as she could take him. She felt him so deep in her bowels, and her fingers were working inside of her pussy. She began to time his small thrusts with her rubbing her clit.

She felt him stop, and then he seemed to situate himself, his hands tightened around her hips, and then she felt him pulling back on her. Oh sweet Luna he wasn’t all of the way in her yet?! How was he not all of the way in her?! She grunted, her eyes clenched shut as she felt the cheeks of her rump against his crotch, his sizable balls against her, and she let out a sigh of relief. He pulled back a little and then he pushed back into her.

“Ugh.. Bumble.. Gentle…” she grunted as he began to slowly thrust into her. She continued to play with her clit, but after a while she stopped and she just felt pleasure as he took her tail hole, “Oh Sweet Celestia… Don’t stop, please don’t stop… I love you… I love having you in there…”

Her moaned words reached his ears and it fueled him to keep going. His thrusts began to go longer, deeper, and soon she was being pounded by this huge cock. Her cheeks of her rump rippled as she was thrust against him. She grunted, moaned, and made some of the most lewd sounds as he continued to give her his cock and take her tail hole. She looked over her shoulder at him, no longer able to form sentences, not able to do much more than make the gasps, grunts, and moans she had been making for some time.

Her mint green eyes were filled with love for him, her entire body was his. She knew, somewhere deep inside of herself, should he ever tell her that he was horny in the middle of a busy hallway she’d be ready to give herself to him at that moment. Even in her rut addled mind she knew the thought was perverse, but she didn’t care. She was his, and he was hers. She felt his tempo increase, his cock thickened, and she she knew he was about to explode.

“Inside,” she barely managed to say.

He pulled her close, his cock completely buried inside of her, and then he unleashed squirt after squirt into her bowels. It felt like it was filling her up completely. She moaned, fell forward, and felt him still deep inside of her, still filling her. She could feel a pooch forming, and it didn’t bother her. Finally he pulled out, and she felt his wonderful spunk leaking from her tail hole. She laid forward, her tail hole and dock sore from what they did, and she knew that she wasn’t going to be able to sit correctly for some time. She looked back at him, her mane sticking to her, and she desperately wanted to cuddle. Almost as if he sensed it he crawled up beside her, pulling her into an embrace, and she felt him holding her against himself. Her eyes closed, and she felt safer than she ever had before.

It was a choir of gasps, and one snicker, that woke the both of them. Bumble groaned, looked around, and saw his sister, Pina, and Berry standing there, on the other side of them was Whet who looked far too pleased with himself. Beside him he felt Honeypot move slightly. His marefriend looked at the guests, her eyes widened, and she reached for a sheet and pulled it over her and Bumble. Bumble noticed that she covered her head, and he almost wished that he could have done the same.

“Ummm… You… you need us to come back in five minutes?” Dinky asked as she tried to look anywhere but at her brother, “You know, so maybe you could get some clothes on?”

He nodded, the four of them went out, and he felt Honeypot move beside him. “Oh… Oh Celestia… Was that? Are those?” she tried to form the questions.

“My sister and her friends, and of course Whet my roommate.”

She rolled her eyes. She knew who Whet was, and it was undoubtedly him that brought Bumble’s sister, and her friends, up here to find him. She should have been madder than she was. She really should have, but she couldn’t be. She got up, and looked at Bumble, “We don’t have much time, so we can’t have too much fun, but one of the perks of these single rooms is that there’s a shower shared between them. I know the girl in the other room is out right now, so let's shower, dress, and then we can get through this.”

He nodded and followed her into the bathroom. There was a single shower stall, but it was large enough for the two of them. Honeypot had been telling the truth about taking a quick shower, and he followed suit with her. The two of them dried off, and they hurried back to her room to dress. Honeypot pulled on a pair of panties, knowing that she still had so much of his spunk up in her pussy and tail hole. There was so much, and she she knew it was going to be leaking out.

There just wasn’t enough time to really get at it, so she chose some dark colored jeans, followed Bumble out, which he was wearing that polka dotted white shirt, brown vest, and brown slacks that he had been wearing all day. Outside he noticed that Dinky, Pina, and Berry seemed to be interested in the walls, the doors, the ceiling and pretty much anything that wasn’t him.

Whet however was grinning like a fox in a henhouse.

“Mate, two things, one, damn glad to see that ya found a nice mare, and even more glad to see that you rutted the living Tartarus out of her. Two, ya got another check, and a letter,” Whet said as he handed them over.

Bumble took the check, and then the letter. He opened it and saw it was written in exquisite handwriting.

Bumble,

I thought that you might like to know that thanks to introducing the new toy from Bad Gryphon to a few individuals word has spread, quite quickly actually, and I’ve already received orders for five thousand. I’m charging about a hundred and twenty bits per - unit shall we say - and that leaves me with needing to pay you our agreed upon number.

Thus, I sent the check for thirty-one thousand two hundred fifty bits. I do believe I did say that we would be making quite a bit of money together. Please do not be a stranger, and perhaps… If you feel up to it, I could interest you into allowing me to sample to real thing instead of a Bumbler.

Your partner, and hopefully more,

Flagrante Delicto

He looked at the check, his eyes widened, and he didn’t register that Honeypot was talking to him, or that Dinky was finally facing him and showing him the tray of muffins, of which Honeypot had secured one and was holding it. Instead everything seemed to swirl for a moment and then he fell back as he passed out.

“Bumble!” everypony shouted.

Bonus Scene # 3, Flutterfilled

Bumbling through my Education

Bonus Scenes

Flutterfilled

Fluttershy hummed as she walked out of her cottage. Angel Bunny, the fourth, was following closely behind her. Like her great grandfather this Angel Bunny wanted her to be more aggressive. She tried to explain that it wasn't who she was.

Still it was nice to walk along with her young bunny friend, listening to the various critters she tended to. She looked toward the sky and let out a sigh.

It'd been awhile since she'd had a coltfriend, or a marefriend for that matter. Like most of the mares she was fairly open, and love was simply to be shared with they one, or ones, that a pony loved.

Her last colt friend had been a flight instructor, actually a former wonderbolt. She tittered of the fact that he and Rainbow had dated for a short while. Most mares thought that Rainbow was simply bent more toward mares, but that wasn't the case. She liked stallions. Oh, she knew that Rainbow and entertained the idea of dating Twilight for a while, but the two while great friends made a terrible couple.

Twilight often seemed to be busy with her duties, or studying, and Rainbow simply hated to admit that anything was bothering her, and slowly whatever might had been there began to split apart.

They'd returned to friends, mostly do the the presence of all of their other friends, including her, and they seemed happy to spend time together, but neither seemed to want to try a relationship again.

She let her memory float on, listening to Angel chittering away at the fact that she needed to find another mate, and she tried to explain that she wasn't in the market.

That's when she bumped into somepony. Oh, it was an accident, and she slowly got settled. His glasses had slid down his muzzle, which he fixed, and he looked at her with the same color golden eyes as his mother Derpy.

She started to apologize when her hand accidentally brushed his crotch. Her eyes widened, and she felt the most massive cock she'd ever felt in her life. She didn't like to admit it, but... She enjoyed putting bigger things into tailhole and pussy. She liked the feel of it, and she had been glad that Soarin', her last coltfriend, had been blessed with a slightly bigger than average cock. Bumble, she remembered his name, seemed to put Soarin to shame. She breathed out a shakey breath.

"You okay Ms. Shy?" he asked.

"Y..Yes I'm... I'm fine..." she answered, starting to stand. Her eyes looked toward his cock, and she swallowed, "Ummm... What are you doing?"

He smiled, "Oh, I was going to collect some poison joke samples. I want my medical golems to have the plant in their memory, and know the cure toward it."

"O..Oh, I..I can ummm.. Show you, if you want.."

He grinned, "That's sweet, but Applebloom already offered to show me where a patch was. Oh, that reminds me, Applejack asked for you to stop by and see her."

She nodded, and headed toward the farm. When she got there Applejack was smiling like a fox in the hen house. She watched as Shy was blushing and saw her getting closer.

"Take it that ya ran inta Bumble."

Fluttershy nodded, and Applejack motioned for her to follow her. The two of them went into her barn, and Applejack opened a case to show Fluttershy the single biggest rubber dong she'd ever seen.

"That there is called the Bumbler, and Ah got it on good authority that it's a perfect copy of Bumble's cock."

Fluttershy's wings suddenly stuck out in an aroused display. She focused to get them back down, "Sorry, sorry."

"No problem Shy, kind of felt the same way. That's the single biggest Floppy Donger Ah ever did see."

"Why did he, ummm, you know let somepony do that?"

She looked at Fluttershy and motioned for her to come closer, "Seems that hoity toity school messed up on his scholarship, and he had ta go ta Bad Gryphon ta get the money to stay in... So... Ya want ta try it?"

Flutters nodded, walking toward the hay bales, pulling down her yoga pants, and bending over.

"Tail hole first?"

"Oh yes... Please."

She felt Applejack smearing something on her tail hole, the scent of a stallion, something she knew that Applejack must have ordered in from the place where she got the enormous rubber dong, and it felt wonderful. She felt a finger enter her tail hole, just one, but up the knuckle.

“Been using some cucumbers?”

Fluttershy blushed brightly as she nodded. Angel Bunny the fourth said that she would start telling the other critters what was happening to those cucumbers if she didn’t go out and look for a mate. She thought about Applejack again. She really did, but she knew that Applejack just wasn’t interested in mares as lovers. She did know that she was willing to help a friend out when a friend was… bothered, but it was usually like this, with a toy, or something that she could help get started, and then let the friend take over.

“It’s gonna be a tight fit. I dun had that floppy donger up inside of mah tail hole and purty well everywhere else too. Felt darn good, but kinda made me trot a little funneh for a bit.”

Fluttershy bit her lip as she felt it push against her. She leaned her head down, a lewd nickering whinny escaped her lips as she felt it enter her. Applejack wasn’t kidding, if anything she was understating exactly how huge it was. She thought about Bumble, about this being his cock, and she began to slide backward. She felt Applejack start to let go, and she reached back, finding it, and pushed it further up into her tail hole. It was so long, so thick, and she was getting so full. She moaned, a deep and satisfied sound, and she felt a good bit of it still sticking out of her. She tried to push more in, but it felt like it was already up inside of her stomach. Her eyes closed for a moment…

“Oh, I hope he likes older mares…”

“Thinkin’ of herdin’ with ‘em?”

Fluttershy considered it for a moment. She’d known him since he was a young colt. It felt… odd, but honestly she wondered if it would be so weird, so wrong? Especially if he had such a wonderful cock that he could ram up into her.

She pulled it back nearly out, and then began to feed it back into herself.

“Hey AJ, I hope that it’s okay that I brought Big Mac’s… Sweet Celestia! Fluttershy are you sticking a hoofball bat up in your tail hole?!”

She froze, the sound of Rainbow Dash’s voice causing her to tense, and with this huge cock in her tail hole that wasn’t a good idea.

“Doggoneit Rainbow! Flutters was tryin’ ta get off!”

“With a motherplucking hoofball bat!”

Fluttershy suddenly wanted to crawl under a rock and hide.

A Mother's Concern, the Love of Good Mares, and Royal Interest

Bumbling through my Education

Chapter 6: A Mother’s concern, The Love of good Mares, and Royal interest

Bumble lay in his bed, that was no longer occupied by the Lunar Pegasus that Whet had brought back to the dorm room, and he kept his eyes closed. He kept them closed as he heard the sound of his sisters, since Amethyst had long since shown up, Honeypot, Berry Pinch, Pina Colada, and Whet. He didn’t want to face them. Not after they looked at the letter, he knew they did, Dinky would, and she’d know what had happened.

Amethyst knew, but she was decent about it, and she wouldn’t tell Honeypot. He wanted to groan, but he kept that inside. Would Honeypot be disappointed, or not want to be with him after she found out that he had let Flagrante Delicto make a mold of his… his well, horse apples, his cock. There, finally, the word he’d been avoiding was out in his mind. His cock, his shaft, his dick, his junk, his mare orgasm inducing sweet dick. The last one almost made him giggle.

He laid there, not wanting to draw attention to himself as he slowly tried to think of a way out of this. He could hear the others in the room, but he didn’t realize what they were talking about, or how they were responding to the news of his sudden brush with wealth.

“He’s still out of it,” Whet said as he looked at Bumble who was facing away from them.

In truth Whet was just a little jealous. He’d gotten a similar deal from Flagrante, and while it certainly allowed him to leave in relative ease on campus it didn’t deliver what equaled to a full ride scholarship for the next six semesters. He glanced down at his own junk, wondering if maybe there was something wrong with it, and then he considered what he’d seen of Bumble’s and shook his head.

Nothing wrong with it boyo. It’s a healty specimen, damned fine one, but it just isn’t Minotaur sized. No reason to get all bent out of shape. Plenty of mares like this size. he thought as he looked at the mares in the room, Least, fairly sure that plenty do.

“I still can't get over this,” Honeypot said as she held the check, “I mean he got paid this from a mold?”

Whet cleared his throat, “A mold that is producing several lifelike dildo’s love. Dildo’s that are going to be introduced to noble mares, and stallions, and of course other ponies as well.”

Honeypot’s muzzle wrinkled for a moment, but then she sighed, “You know what? It’s okay. Really, it’s okay. They’re not actually getting his cock, thank Celestia, and it’s making him some money that he can use for school, or his golems, or any number of things,” she looked toward him, and she shook her head, “Poor guy, he’s most likely completely mortified about this. I mean I…” she grinned sheepishly, “Well, I love him, a lot, but even though we haven’t been together that long I can tell that he’s pretty high strung.”

“Just rub it in,” Berry Pinch said as she groused at the charcoal gray Earth Pony.

“Got something to say?” Honeypot asked as she returned the glare.

Pina looked at her, and then at Bumble, “Yeah, we do, he was supposed to be ours.”

Whet took a moment to figure out what was just said. These two young mares were barely old enough to really be called mares. He figured that they had to be in High School still, and they were laying claim to Bumble? He looked toward his roommate a little dumbfounded. He looked toward Honeypot who looked equally confused.

“Supposed to be yours? What did your parents have some kind of contract for you three to marry?”

Berry Pinch rolled her eyes, “No, but he’s always been nice to us, and played with us when we were younger, and we grew up with him, and he’s sweet…”

Pina grinned, “And he’s got that huge dick.”

Dinky stared at her in disbelief, “Seriously?”

Pina rolled her eyes, “Dinks, we love you, we do, but we started noticing that Bumble was hung when he was like… fourteen years old. We decided that the moment we were old enough we were going to chase him, catch him, and claim him.”

Berry Pinch nodded, “Exactly, we had all planned out. Kind of looks like we lost our chance,” she said as she looked at Honeypot.

Honeypot listened to the two of them, and she smiled. This was the other reason she had asked his opinion on herding. A good stallion, a really good one, was exceptionally hard to find. Growing up in a herd she had learned that it was possible for ponies to live in a herd, for the mares and the stallion to love one another, and while it could be difficult it just took a mare that was willing to help establish some basic rules for all of the mares to follow.

Something that made sure that everypony got to spend time with their stallion, and that all of the foals were taken care of. It wasn’t always a perfect system, and there tended to be problems, but it did work. Did she want to share Bumble? A part of her screamed no. There was a part of her that was the more primal version of her nature that screamed that she had claim to him, he was her stallion, her mate, and that nopony else had rights to him.

But then there was the part of her that had watched her parents, all of her parents, being so happy, caring for one another, caring for her brothers and sisters, and being a large happy family. She wanted that for herself as well. She wanted to get through college, get her degree, but she still wanted that kind of family for herself. She took time to study the two standing there talking to each other. Pina, the Earth Pony like herself, was pink with a two toned pink mane and tail, but Berry Pinch, the Unicorn, was a deep plum with a darker two toned mulberry mane and tail.

She had to admit that the two of them were cute, and had they actually gotten to follow through with what they had planned, well she wouldn’t had gotten to get the first crack at Bumble. She didn’t want them to give up, but at the same time she didn’t want to simply make it exceptionally easy either. She cleared her throat, watched as eyes turned toward her, and then she smiled.

“So, you two wanted to herd with Bumble?”

Both of them nodded, not exactly sure where this was heading. Neither of them wanted to give up on the prospect of being with Bumble. They didn’t want to because Bumble treated them like his mother treated them, and also treated their mother in the same way. Bumble didn’t give them a practiced, and fake, smile. He didn’t tell them good morning out of habit, only to ignore them.

They understood the stigma that came along with being a tavern owner’s daughters. Their mother, Berry Punch, was a hard working mare, and she loved what she did, but there was a few ponies that labeled her a tail lifter. It was hard to defend their mother when they knew that not all of the claims were false. Berry Pinch sighed as she thought about it. Her mother had been seeing a pony that came to visit Ponyville every so often.

She didn’t know he was already married, and she didn’t know that he was considering starting a herd, but she found out from his very unhappy wife when she finally showed up. The entire thing evolved into her mother having a shouting match with this Manehattan mare out in front of the entire town. It had been something of quiet secret before. Folks knew, but they didn’t talk about it, but after that happened it just spread out.

Ponies began talking about it in passing, and while they whispered she knew that her mother and sister could hear it just as easily as she could. There was rumors that she was sleeping with Big Macintosh Apple in order to get her hands on some of the famed Apple Family Cider, but Berry Pinch knew better. Still, those stories ended up hurting Big Mac’s marriage to Cheerilee, and the two of them ended up divorcing over something that didn’t ever happen.

Neither Big Mac, or Cheerilee, actually accused her mother, her sister, or herself over what happened, but she could see it in their eyes. The hurt, humiliation, and the hint of anger. If her mother hadn’t dated that stallion, if she hadn’t bedded him, and if she would have considered the possibility that he was married, things would had been different. She didn’t want that kind of thing to happen again. She didn’t want her foals to be stuck with a stigma like that, and she wanted to be with somepony that didn’t look at her like she was a tail lifter in training.

That somepony was Bumble. He never treated them any different. He was always sweet and kind to her and Pina. When they came over to visit Dinky she noticed that he’d make sure that they were comfortable in his home. He treated them like he treated everypony else, and while he was shy, and reserved, he did out of his way to be kind toward them.

“Pinchy?”

She looked at her sister, smiling about the nickname her sister and mother had for her.

“Just thinking,” she looked at Honeypot who was really smiling now.

“Why do you want to know if we’re willing to herd with him?”

To be honest everyone else besides Honeypot, Pina, and Pinchy was wondering the same thing.

Honeypot leaned against the small table between the two twin sized beds, “Because I’m not opposed to the idea of herding.”

Dinky’s eyes widened as she heard this, Amethyst shook her head, and Whet smiled brightly.

“Bumble got himself a good one he did,” Whet said as he leaned against the wall, “I mean, a mare willing to share her special somepony sounds like a damned good mare to me.”

Honeypot rolled her eyes, “It’s more than that. Herding makes sense, it really does, and I know that Bumble isn’t against the idea of herding,” she looked at the two of them, “but I wouldn’t be giving free reign either. I think to make it work you’d have to date the both of us.”

Pina looked at her and blinked, “You mean munching on some mare muffin?”

Honeypot’s eyes widened. She had expected to be able to tease them a bit, but she didn’t expect either of them to get straight to the heart of the matter. Pina shrugged her shoulders, looked at her sister and smiled, “What do you think Pinchy? Would you be okay with munching on mare muffin if it meant being with Bumble?”

Pinchy nodded, “Yeah, but I’d kind of want to get know you first,” she batted her eyelashes at Honeypot, “I mean you can’t expect a filly to simply go down on somepony she doesn’t know that well. Especially if there hasn’t been dinner, or a movie, or anything really.”

Realizing that the two were giving her a dose of she had intended to give them Honeypot laughed. She liked them, both of them, and they at least acted like they were open to their own sexuality. That would certainly make things easier. They heard somepony shuffle, and after a few moments there was a sigh before Bumble sat up.

“Ya feeling alright there mate?” Whet asked.

Bumble nodded, “More or less. I mean I really didn’t want too many ponies to find out about this, but I’ve got to figure they’ll know now,” he sighed, and then his eyes widened, “Oh...Oh NO!”

Amethyst looked at her little brother and then the realization hit her, “Mom’s going to know.”

Honeypot looked at them both, “How would she know?”

Dinky grinned, first because she had ammunition to tease Bumble with for years now, and second because she knew exactly what they meant. She looked at Honeypot with a smile that belayed any belief in her innocent nature.

“Oh, Mom’s the mailmare for Ponyville. She’s going to deliver all of the packages there, and I know that Mrs. Rich usually has between one and three orders from Bad Gryphon about every two or three months,” she began to giggle, “And without a doubt Mom’s going to end up seeing at least one of those packages open at some point.”

Honeypot’s eyes widened, and then she sat down near Bumble. She put an arm around him, and he was so thankful that she was still wanting to be with him. He leaned against her, and then he felt another body beside him. He looked to his left and saw Pinchy hugging against him. Behind he felt another body, one with rather large mammary glands, hugging him, and he knew it was Pina.

He’d cared for the two of them. He really did, but he had no idea that they wanted to herd with him. He was content to stay there, to be held like that, until he heard a giggle. He looked up to see Amethyst smiling brightly.

“This would actually make a really cute Hearth’s Warming Eve card,” she said with the smile evident in her voice, “I mean I’d love to see this become something solid.”

Dinky raised an eyebrow, “Are you serious?”

Amethyst looked at her and nodded, “Sure, why not?”

Dinky put her head in her hands, “Because they’d be sleeping with my brother!”

Whet grinned at her response, “Yeah, they would, and they’d still be your friends I’d wager. Not to mention they’d have stories tell about the debauchery the four of them got into, eh?”

“Nope!” Dinky shook her head, “If you two herd with Bumble you are not to tell me about what he did, to either of you, unless it’s really funny. And then I don’t want to hear funny sexy stuff either. That’s… it’s weird.”

Pina rolled her eyes, “No it’s not, it’s natural. Ponies are supposed to have sex, I mean we’re basically built for it.”

Honeypot held her laughter. She didn’t want to offend Bumble’s sister, but that was pretty much right. As ponies they were sexual creatures. As far as she knew the Princesses were as well. She wasn’t one of those folks that had to believe that the Princesses were these virgin goddesses. Nopony, absolutely nopony that looked like Celestia and Luna could be virgins. Sure, maybe that was a little shallow to think like that, but the Princesses were calm, cool, collective, and never really seemed sexually frustrated.

To her that meant the answer was simple. They were getting it out of the view of their subjects. That’s pretty much what she’d do if she was a princess. She’d have her romps, make sure they were quiet, and then go about her daily business. She felt Bumble snuggle against her, and thus the other two did the same. She looked to see his sisters rolling their eyes, Whet who looked like he was ready to enjoy a show, and she let out a slight snort of annoyance. She wasn’t annoyed with the two that wanted to herd with Bumble, but rather that there wasn’t a chance to really do much, of well, anything. Maybe it was wrong of her to want to comfort him the way she was considering, but in truth she loved how he felt.

She actually found herself hungry for his touch. She enjoyed the way he felt, the way he tasted, and she wanted to experience it all again. At the same time it would be rude to suggest that everyone leave the room so she could ravish her coltfriend. Instead she looked toward Dinky to see her watching them, but not watching them. It was almost like she was trying to watch what they were doing without actually watching.

She gently rubbed Bumble’s side, while simultaneously feeling the side of one of the other young mares that wanted to claim him as well. She was thin, built similarly to how Dinky seemed to be built, but her breasts felt soft. She couldn’t see her reactions, but the humming sound certainly sounded like she was enjoying the attention. She did look at the one on Bumble’s back.

There were Earth Pony mares and then there were Earth Pony mares. Honeypot wasn’t ashamed of what she had, and she knew that Bumble certainly enjoyed her body, but this younger mare had Breasts for days. They were far more than handfuls, and they looked as if they were about to pop out of the v-neck shirt she was wearing.

“How long were the three of you planning on visiting?”

She was surprised the words escaped her mouth, but Dinky seemed to give an appreciative smile showing that she was more than happy to change the subject.

“Ummm, well we’re out of school, and mom has a couple of friends here in Canterlot that told her that it would be fine for us to stay at their place for a couple of days. So, we thought that we could spend a night or two, take in the sights, and then head back.”

Bumble smiled at his sister saying they were going to visit for a couple of days, and then he felt Pina’s wonderfully massive mammaries against his back. She shuffled a little and he felt her arms move under his own and she took a more comfortable seat behind him.

“The two of you should come with us. We could treat it as a date,” she said as she leaned her head against the back of his neck, “And besides, the more the merrier.”

He glanced at Honeypot who nodded, and he smiled, “Okay… Where do all of you want to start today?”

Amethyst cleared her throat, “Why don’t the five of you join me for something to eat, and then you can decide. There’s a Hayburger not too far from here, and I can promise you that it’s far better than the one in Ponyville.”

With that decision made the entire group, including Whet, walked off campus toward an older looking Hayburger. It looked like the original that had been in Ponyville, before they decided to tear it down and then rebuild it closer to Princess Twilight’s castle. The moment they walked inside the smell hit Bumble. He could remember his mother bringing his sisters, himself, and sometimes even Pinchy, Pina, and their mother along to get a bite to eat.

Walking toward the counter he noticed how it looked so much like the old one back in Ponyville. The old counter had grease stains, old faded circles from where cups had sat in the summer for a while before the ponies came to get their order.

“Welcome to the Hayburger, home of the Hayburger, can I take your order?”

He looked at the young stallion standing behind the counter. He was a Zebra, his mane done up in dreadlocks, his deep blue eyes twinkling as he stood there.

“Any suggestions?”

Smiling the young Zebra stallion pointed toward the entire menu, “It’s all good. We got good fries, good burgers, good shakes, we got good haybacon burgers, good haybacon and chili burgers, we got good foal meals, with the special Princess toys, and we’ve got the good pies.”

Whet looked at him, sighed, and shook his head, “Don’t mean to sound like a right bastard, but you’re not speaking in rhyme.”

The stallion rolls his eyes, “If a Zebra is all you see, then perhaps you should not speak to me.”

Whet grimaced on being called out, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend mate, just I’ve met a few Zebra mares, and they tend to speak in rhyme constantly.”

The young stallion smiled, “It’s tradition. If they’re going to be a healer or shaman they’re required to speak in rhyme, all of the time, but if not then only to the age of twenty-one. Any of the Zebra mares attending your college is most likely under that age.”

“How… how do you know we’re in college?” Bumble asks.

The stallion grins again, “You’re in a part of Canterlot near the college, you’re all about the right age, and she,” he said pointing at Amethyst, “Is wearing a Canterlot University Fighting Colt’s shirt.”

There was a short laugh, and then everyone began ordering. The meal went well enough, and shortly after Bumble, Honeypot, Dinky, Pina, and Pinchy all walked off toward the market district letting Amethyst and Whet head back toward the campus. As they walked Bumble began to notice how Honeypot, Pina, and Pinchy seemed to stay fairly close to him, almost enclosing him between them, and just ahead of them Dinky was walking seemingly willing to lead the group toward various stores.

The first shop they stopped at seemed to be a sweets shop. Dinky walked in, they followed, and he heard a voice he wasn’t expecting to hear.

“So then I told Bon Bon that we so needed to go to Cloudsdale since they’re hosting the games this year, and she said that she just doesn’t trust that cloudwalking spell! Can you believe it?!”

He grimaced as they walked into the shop. He knew Lyra and Bon Bon, and they were a nice couple, but he also knew that they tended to get pretty flirty around other mares at times. He worried, a little, that it could bother Honeypot.

“HONEYPOT!” Lyra shouted as she cleared the counter and ran toward his marefriend wrapping her up in a hug, “How’s our best summertime employee?!”

Honeypot returned the hug, but not as tightly as she could, “Good, good, how’s Bonny?”

Lyra blew a strand of her mane out of her face, “She’s making candy, so she’s happy, but she’s been a little cranky lately…” Lyra looked toward the kitchen, “We recently decided to bring a stallion in, you know, to make things interesting, and well, Bonny was in heat, so now she’s expecting.”

Honeypot’s jaw dropped, “Really?!”

Lyra nodded, “Yeah, she doesn’t want to admit it, but I think that she liked getting a little D after she tried it,” Lyra giggled, “Me though, Tartarus you know I swing both ways.”

Honeypot blushed, “Yeah… About that…”

Lyra giggled, “I can tell you have a special somepony, and no, we won’t ask you if you want to do that again, not unless he’s open to the idea too. It was fun though.”

She looked at Bumble, “I’m Lyra Heartstrings, and you are…” her voice hitched as she looked down

Her eyes blinked, and then she looked at Honeypot, “You are the luckiest mare in all of Equestria. Sweet Celestia tell me that you’ve…”

“Ly-Ly! Little help!” Bon Bon shouted from the kitchen.

Lyra’s eyes widened, “Sorry, got to help, be back in a second!”

Bumble watched her leave, and then looked at Honeypot. She was blushing, and he watched as she shuffled her left hoof for a moment.

“It was a couple of summers ago, and I was curious about what it was like. Lyra and Bon Bon offered to show me, and it wasn’t bad,” she giggled, “But I like you, and your cock, a lot better.”

“Eww, just eww,” Dinky said.

“Dinky, don’t you ewww..” Pina said.

“Yeah, I mean the three of us have…” Pinchy started before Dinky covered her mouth.

“It’s okay Dinky,” Bumble said as he moved toward her, “I’m sure you were curious, and you wanted to experiment. No harm in that, and at least you were with friends, right?”

Dinky nodded, “Yeah… I was.”

She felt terrible that she’d been planning on teasing Bumble mercilessly. Here he was comforting her, and she had planned on tormenting him about the fact that he had finally found his special somepony, or perhaps it would be special someponies. She wasn’t sure how she felt about Pina and Pinchy becoming her sisters-in-law, but she’d deal with it. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

After a few minutes Lyra came back out, gave them a small bag of toffee, on the house, as a way of congratulating Honeypot for finding her special somepony. They left from there, found a small shop that sold hand carved wooden dolls, another shop that focused on hats and recliners, which Bumble wondered if the owner was related to the pony that ran the Quills and Sofas shop back in Ponyville. Hours passed and finally Dinky yawned, sounding tired. The five of them walked toward the house mentioned and Dinky knocked.

After a few moments the door opened a crack and Bumble shook his head as he saw his mother. She was standing there, a soft smile on her face, and she welcomed them all inside. Naturally she hugged each and everyone of them, and then without asking she extra hugged Honeypot.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she said.

“Ummm… Likewise?”

Bumble looked at her, “Honeypot, this is my mom, Mom, this is Honeypot.”

Derpy smiled at her, “You went to school and found a special somepony, and she’s cute.”

Honeypot blushed again, “T..thanks.”

“Mom, I thought that you said that we were going to be staying with a friend of yours. I’m glad to see you, really I am, but who are we supposed to be staying with?”

“That’d be me,” a raspy voice said.

They watched as the pony walked toward where they were standing and Honeypot’s eyes widened, “Rainbow Dash, Commander Rainbow Dash of the Wonderboltz?! They’re staying with you?!”

Rainbow Dash smiled, “Actually they’re going to be house sitting for me. I don’t actually like to stay on the ground, but Princess Celestia wanted to make us a little more accessible, and approachable, to the common pony, so she gave us this house,” she gestured around her, “So we take turns staying here and getting to know the ponies around us.”

“Ummm, what do you mean house sitting?” Dinky asked.

Derpy grinned, “Well since Rainbow Dash is also part of Princess Twilight’s Friendship Circle she does have to be called on to go at a moment's notice.”

“Yeah, plus I pretty much live in Ponyville anyways, and I’m already approachable. Since the others live in Cloudsdale this is fine for them, but the Princesses, well three of them, agreed that I could stay in Ponyville, as long as I found a house sitter. That’s when I talked to Derpy about watching the place. She agreed.”

“Mom, don’t you have your mailroute in Ponyville?”

Derpy grinned, “I do, but Mr. Swifty agreed to let me exchange a route with somepony up here for the next six months. I did, and now I get to be near my two college muffins!”

Bumble felt himself and Dinky scooped up into a hug. He returned it, as best he could, before she finally let them go.

“Why don’t you and your special somepony stay the night here? There’s plenty of room, and it should be okay, right Rainbow?”

Rainbow Dash nodded, “Sure, just umm… don’t open up Spitfire’s special closet… I made that mistake once, never again, never ever again….”

Rainbow yawned and stretched, “Well, I’m going to head back to Ponyville, climb into my bed, and then get some shuteye. Big practice tomorrow. Thanks again Derpy.”

She walked past the small group there, and accidentally bumped against Bumble. The back of her hand touched something and she swallowed as she realized what it was. She tried, very hard, to take a quick look and not let Derpy notice that she was checking out her son. That look told her what she felt. His pants were a little baggy, but she still saw the outline. Derpy’s son was hung!

She’d seen one that big on a Minotaur before, but that was it. She swallowed, looked at Honeypot, and smiled, “You are a really, really, lucky filly.”

With that she left the house, and Derpy pointed to various rooms. Bumble almost expected his mom to give Honeypot a separate room from his, but instead she stopped at the door, and there was a little sniffle from her.

“My little colt has become a stallion,” she said before she engulfed him in another hug. She turned toward Honeypot and smiled, “I’m glad to meet you, I am, and I hope that you make each other very happy.”

Derpy then began to look serious, “But if you hurt my little colt there isn’t a place you can hide I won’t find you,” she hugged Honeypot who was standing ramrod straight, her eyes wide, “Night!”

With that Derpy left and Honeypot looked at him, “Wow.”

He smiled, “She likes you. Mom’s just protective.”

She smiled, “I understand. One of my mother’s is a Pegasus, and she’s very protective of all of us.”

They stepped into the room. The bed was huge, a Princess sized bed, taking up well over half of the room itself. Grinning Honeypot stripped down, flinging off her clothes as she headed toward the bed itself, and then she jumped into the middle of it. The softness of the bed surrounded her before it rippled and then tossed her right back out of it.

Walking toward it Bumble touched it to feel the sloshing and rippling of the liquid inside of the rubber mattress. He sat down on the side, undressed and rolled into the middle.

“A waterbed?” Honeypot asked, “That should make things interesting.”

The door opened and she prepared to grab something when she noticed the other mares that wanted to herd with them. Both of them were standing there, nude, and she took time to really look at Pina. Her breasts were large, her hips wide, and the look in her eyes was unmistakable. They walked toward the bed, and Bumble felt a little self conscious again. He watched as they climbed in, near him, and near Honeypot.

“Like we said, we want to herd,” Pina said before she kissed Honeypot.

Bumble watched, his cock was already starting to get hard with just Honeypot, but watching his special somepony kissing another mare that wanted to join their relationship was causing him to stand at full mast. He felt something, and looked down at Pinchy. She smiled before she kissed the tip of cock.

“I’ve never done this before, so if I’m not good…”

He gave her a reassuring smile, and she kissed the tip again before she began to lick it. He watched as she moved her mouth down onto it, and instantly he could tell the difference between her and Honeypot. Honeypot had moved her tongue around his shaft as she took him in, and Pinchy was touching the bottom of it, licking the bottom of it, but not really moving all around him. He heard a moan and turned his head. Honeypot was on her stomach, her rump in the air, and Pina was under her.

Honeypot moaned as she felt Pina licking her. She felt her spreading her vulva apart, her tongue diving into her, and she began to do the same for the slightly younger mare. She tasted her, and it was a bit sweet and sour at the same time. The taste of lime and pineapple assaulted her tongue. She moaned as she continued to dive into her, she pulled back for a moment when she heard a gasp and looked to see Pina’s sister, Pinchy she called her, on top of Bumble. She could see the way she was sitting that he was inside of her, and she was slowly making her way down on him. She moaned, and her attention went back to Pina. Her tongue diving back into her, determined to make this mare cry out her name.

Pinchy let out a deep lewd moan as she felt Bumble entering her. In a way she was thankful that she had already broke her maiden head when she was younger using a rubber dong she found in her mother’s bottom drawer. Still, Bumble was way bigger than that thing had been, and now he was barely halfway inside of her. She felt his hands on her hips, his eyes closed, his open opened, and the same sounds of lust and love escaping his muzzle. She pushed down, slowly, until she felt his legs on her rump. Giving herself a second to get used to the size, she pulled up and then thrust back down on him.

Sweet Celestia he was huge, he was huge, and he was inside of her, and she was going to be part of this herd. She wanted him, she wanted to have his foals, be his bride, and she’d share him with a hundred mares if she had to. She felt his hands on her cutie marks, her cutie marks that showed that she was meant to work making wine and spirits. On each side there was wine barrel, and a wine press sitting together, a reminder of her special talent.

If she hadn’t already seen Bumble’s special talent she would have believed that it was filling a mare up with a huge cock and making her want to be his willing mare from then on.

“Buck… Buck… OH BUCK ME BUMBLE!”

She screamed as her orgasm hit. She felt forward, but instead of stopping she felt him flip them over, giving him control, and she moaned as she felt him quickening the pace. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she felt the massive cock of her coltfriend, of her lover, of her herdmate slamming into her.

After a couple of hours Pina and Pinchy lay sleeping, and Honeypot was letting out a deep moan. Pina looked up to see Bumble in her tail hole. She licked her lips, moved toward them, and got on her knees, raising her rump into the air, wiggling it invitingly at Bumble. Seeing what was going on Honeypot slowly moved from him, her own legs feeling wobbly and like gelatin. She collapsed, breathing hard, and she watched as Bumble crawled up behind Pina, moved her toward Honeypot, and she felt her legs being opened and Pina’s wonderful tongue once again exploring her now exceptionally well rutted pussy and tail hole.

Pina waited and she felt something just outside of her tailhole, and then she felt it as it pushed into her slightly.

“Ngh!” she grunted as she felt him barely enter her.

“Relax,” he said soothingly.

She did and she felt it push in further. Her eyes widened, as she felt it moving deeper into her. She’d never had anything in there before, and it was a little odd, and tender. She began to rub her clit, timing it with each stroke, until finally she was feeling nothing but pleasure. Her tongue was still working on Honeypot, licking out Bumble’s seed, and she moaned as he took her. This was what she and Pinchy wanted. They wanted to herd with him, and it was happening. She considered asking, when they were alone together, if it would be fine if she just walked around nude.

That way if he saw something he wanted she didn’t have to worry about clothes. She’d simply be ready. She felt him picking up the pace and she could tell he was close. In truth so was she. She began to moan deeply into Honeypot, her moans getting more and more frequent. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, and yet not long enough, he came into her tailhole. She fell forward, panting. The four of them lay in satisfied silence. None of them knew that a mere room over there was a mother Pegasus, sitting up in bed, deciding if she should be happy, or if she should be angry with what happened.

Bumble yawned as he looked around. He wasn’t in the bedroom, not the same one anyway, but rather it looked like a very large, well spread out room.

"Bumble," the voice was sweet, filled with longing, and coming from the darkness of the room, "I... I wish to ask you a question."

She stepped out, and what he saw wasn't just Princess Luna. She was dressed in a form fitting Royal Blue dress. Her ethereal mane flowing behind her as she neared him.

"I've seen your dreams, and those of your... herd mates."

He swallowed, unsure of how to answer, "Yes your highness?"

"I've not taken a consort for a very long time," her tail almost seemed to flick to one side, "And I've had much to consider for several nights."

He watched as she took a seat beside him, and he realized that right now he was dreaming, "What did you have to consider?"

She looked at the ground, "What it would do if I were to take a stallion not of noble birth as my consort, if that stallion were already part of a herd."

His eyes widened at the thought, "Forgive us, me, for speaking so bluntly, but we have sampled... from the store..."

The blush that covered her cheeks were adorable, but he realized exactly what it meant. She had used the Bumbler.

"Oh," he managed as he looked at the ground, "I..."

He didn't get to say the next word. instead he felt lips touching his own. Those same lips broke away and she sighed, "I wish to court you, and your mares. I will speak to your alpha mare as well, but I wanted to inform you first."

Bonus Scene: # 4 No Night Court

Bumbling through my Education

Bonus Scenes

No Night Court

Luna looked at the packages she received. The first three created, that were not prototypes, from Bad Grypon. She opened them, seeing what she had felt those few nights ago. The size and girth of the toys were amazing, and she levitated all three out of their packages. There was a knock at her door.

“Princess, it is nearly time for you to address the court.”

She sighed, looked at her new instruments of pleasure and smiled, “Inform the court that it is canceled this evening.”

“Princess?”

She growled slightly, “I wish to not attend court this evening. I have heard mine sister speaking of how she occasionally cancels her court, am I not allowed to do the same?”

“Of course… I apologize your highness, I shall inform the court directly.”

With the guard gone she turned her attention back to the three phalluses that were held aloft in the air. She focused her magic and each one seemed to grow a body made of magic and shadow until they fully formed the stallion that the phalluses belonged to. She smiled at her work, undressed and looked at the first one.

“Please, lie down,” she asked and watched as it did as she commanded. She straddled him, looking at him, and seeing dark eyes devoid of emotion. That would not do. She focused her energy and its eyes changed into the loving eyes of a stallion she had been thinking about since that encounter.

“Princess?” he asked in a soft voice, “Shhh…” she whispered as she took him into herself. She felt the other two near her. One at the back grasped her dock, pushed her forward, and she felt him at her tail hole. She moaned and floated something to him. She heard him open it, felt him spread the lube on her tailhole, and then she felt him push into her.

He wasn’t rough, not in the slightest, but he was certainly eager and inexperienced. That was fine, she would teach him. She felt the last at her lips, and she opened her mouth, ready to take him. The three of them began giving her the pleasure she had denied herself. She could feel them making her feel like a mare, not a princess, but a mare that was a sexual being. She needed relief, she needed to experience the sweet release of an orgasm, and they were getting ehr close. She didn’t hear the door open, she didn’t hear the hooves on her carpet, but she heard the voice that sounded amused.

“I see why you needed to cancel your court, Lulu.”

The bodies disappeared, the false phalluses each slipped from their places, and Luna groaned, upset that her release was so so easily stolen from her.

“Tia, truly you would rob me of that moment?”

Celestia moved toward her sister. The solar princess dressed in a night gown of flowing silk. It was almost transparent, allowing the view of her perfect body.

“Sister, I’m sorry, but when your guard informed the court that you wished to cancel, I feared that you were not feeling well. I didn’t realize that you needed… release.”

She looked at the phalluses, “Mmmm, these are easily the size of that Minotaur you dated to upset father, but they aren’t shaped the same.”

Luna looked away from her, “They are creations of a stallion I…”

Celestia’s eyes widened, “There is a stallion here with a cock this big?!”

Luna growled lightly, “I have spoken with him, and seen him, first.”

Celestia smiled and laughed, “Lulu, I would not steal a potential suitor from you,” she got up, “I am quite happy that you are feeling well.”

Luna breathed out, “Sister, it is not right to drive you out.. Do you wish to share?”

Celestia looked at the toys, back at Luna, and then smiled, “Of course…” her horn flashed and a closet appeared. It opened to reveal a treasure trove of gags, magic suppressors, and harnesses for strapons. Celestia took a harness, adjusted for the size, and slipped one of Luna’s new toys into it.

“Do you want to go first, or shall I?” she asked.

Family Meeting

Bumbling through my Education

Chapter 7: Family Meeting

The smell of fresh made Muffins wafted through the air and began to wake up everypony in the large bed. Bumble’s eyes opened as he found himself sandwiched between three different mares. There was a part of him that realized that before coming here, coming to college, meeting Honeypot, or even before going to Bad Gryphon and getting that mold made of his cock, that this would have been too much on him. In a way it still was a bit too much.

He worried about what the ponies closest to him would think. What would his mother think knowing that Honeypot and himself just accepted two of his sisters, her daughters, friends into their relationship? Would she be disappointed in him? As much as he wanted to get breakfast he was more worried about facing his mother today.

Something that Button once told him stuck in his mind, Mom’s know everything. I mean, seriously, they know everything.

His Mom realizing that Honeypot was his special somepony only really seemed to further this as nothing other than truth. If he was alone in the bed he’d be in a ball under the covers at this point. He still wanted to be. He didn’t want up, he didn’t want to go down stairs, he wanted to hide in this room until the world went dark. It was completely justifiable in his opinion.

“Bumble,” Honeypot’s voice filled his ears, “You’re stiff as a board, and not in the good way.”

He shook his head, his eyes now the size of pinpricks as he thought about facing his mother downstairs. He felt the other two bodies moving holding him, hugging him. Three sets of lips began to kiss on him, but they weren’t passionate kisses, they were tender, loving, caring ones. He closed his eyes, “How do I face her?”

The motion stopped.

“Bumble, if you’re talking about your mom that’s the biggest load I’ve ever heard,” Pina’s voice said before he felt a hand, a soft hand, touch his cock, “She’s going to love you no matter what, and besides I think that she’d be fine with this.”

He felt himself getting hard, and then something warm covered him. The warmth seemed to swallow his cock moving deeper and deeper until he was near the back of a throat. His eyes opened and he looked down to see Pina doing this for him, and then he felt both Honeypot and Pinchy hugging him. They snuggled against him, letting him feel the protection of their warm bodies.

He moaned as he felt Pina speed up, her head bobbing taking him in, her tongue working on his shaft, and while she wasn’t as skilled as Honeypot she was certainly getting there. He felt the first stirrings of his impending orgasm, “Pina… I’m gonna…”

She answered by moving up to the tip, and then looking at him, “Do it, I want you to, and I know it will help.”

He felt her going back, he leaned his head back, his hands grabbed the back of her head, and Pina let out a soft moan as he pushed the head of his cock into her throat. She felt the spurts as he came, and it was a massive load. Finally he let go, and she pulled loose. She grinned at him as he lay there, his entire body looking more relaxed.

“Okay, let’s get cleaned up, get some breakfast, and get past the morning awkwardness,” she said with a smile, “Because the faster you face this the faster we can get back to playing around.”

As they got up, found the bathroom, and prepared to shower together something else was going on downstairs. Derpy looked at the trays of muffins she had already fixed. She loved to bake for her foals, she always had, but she never let them know that sometimes she used the baking as a way of dealing with frustration. When she was pregnant with Dinky she practically baked all of the time about the fourth month on.

It wasn’t her foals fault, not in the slightest, and she certainly never blamed Amethyst or Bumble, but she couldn’t help but feel so frustrated and strained at times. Berry Punch and Carrot Top helped so much back then. They were willing to help watch Bumble and Amethyst, and there was times that both of them would help her find the release she so badly needed. Losing Silent was like losing a piece of herself.

He’d seen past her differences, past her eyes that so many Pegasus colts, and fillies, pitied and refused to even consider dating her because of. She couldn’t blame them, not really. Pegasi courting was as much of finding a good stallion, or mare, that would both be a good parent, and would bring good genetics to the relationship. Her eyes was the reason so many Pegasi wouldn’t even consider it, but Silent wasn’t a Pegasus. Oh, he was a little neurotic, but she assumed that all Unicorns were a little bit neurotic.

He told her, several times, that he loved her eyes. They were the most beautiful gold he’d ever seen, and he was so overjoyed when Bumble was born with her eye color. She was overjoyed that Bumble’s eyes were perfect. If he wanted to marry a Pegasus he could because he didn’t have her kind of eyes. She giggled at the thought, she really had hoped that he would find a little Pegasus mare.

It’d be such a joy to teach a grandcolt, or filly, how to fly. Oh, she knew that her granfoal’s mother would certainly want to teach them too, but hopefully she’d okay with sharing the experience. She then looked at the collection of muffins before her, and the others in the oven that were currently baking. She was going to have to have a talk with Bumble and his, she sighed and smiled, No way around it Derpy Ditzy Hooves, your son is in a herd, she grinned, And that’s not bad… Not at all, she thought as she fished out latest batch of muffins, and then slid another tray ready to be baked into the oven.

It’s not like I haven’t considered it. And I guess, smiled as she leaned against the wall, I guess I kinda was for a while with Berry and Carrot.

Her mind went back to when she was pregnant with Dinky. It had been years at this point, but in her mind’s eye it seemed so much closer. Berry Punch had come over for the day to help with the foals, and she found her, in the bedroom, desperately attempting to get off only to find that it was difficult for her. To answer the problem Berry crawled into the bed with her, shedding her own clothes, and she remembered how beautiful her plum colored friend was.

She moved up to her thighs, pushing Derpy’s hands out of the way, and she remembered how she began to kiss her, her lips touching her in the same place where Silent had touched her. The way she moaned as Berry’s tongue slid into her snatch, teasing, tasting, and loving her. She remembered Carrot wandering in, stripping off, and presenting her marehood to her. The three of them locked together, pleasuring one another, going at one another until finally all three of them were spent.

She giggled at the memory. She was lucky that Amethyst and Bumble were being so good downstairs. Amethyst was watching over Pina and Berry Pinch, well Pinchy, while everything that was happening was happening. It wasn’t a one time thing, it didn’t just happen when she was pregnant, but rather it happened several times.

She blushed as she continued to think about it. It still happened. Written Script, Carrot’s husband, was fine with it, and he’d even joined in after they married. In a way, he was their stallion, and while he was nowhere near as big as Silent was, he did know how to make a mare feel good about herself.

She liked Written, she really did, and while she realized that they more or less had a herd, her heart wasn’t completely given to her herdmates. A big part of it belonged to a neurotic, bookish, logistics officer for the Royal Guard that had called her beautiful. That same logistics officer that was the father of her three foals, and the one that she hoped she’d see when her time finally came.

She heard the timer go off and got the last batch of muffins out of the oven. She also heard the sounds of hooves coming down the stairs, and she readied herself. She was the matriarch of this family, her word was law in her little flock, and she wanted to give her little colt some advice, and her blessing.

She looked up to see Dinky, who looked exhausted. She moved toward the muffins, stopped, and her daughter looked at the huge spread there for them. Blueberry, Lemon Muffin Surprise, Poppy Seed Muffins, Cranberry Muffins, Chocolate Chip Muffins, Cornbread Muffins, Apple Muffins, and every other flavor that she knew was on the counter.

“Wow mom, when did you get up?”

Derpy smiled, “Oh, a few hours ago. I wanted to make sure that all of my little muffins had breakfast,” she smiled at her daughter, “Didn’t sleep well?”

Dinky swallowed the bite of a Blueberry Muffin she’d chosen, “Ummm… Not really. I think that something was happening in Bumble’s room.”

She shook her head. Her daughter was hinting at what she already knew. She smelled the combined musk from out in the hallway, and there was no doubt that the four of them had rutted each other silly. She secretly hoped that none of them were fertile at the moment. Not that she would mind having grandfoals, but she really wanted Bumble to finish school so he could make a name for himself with his golem thingies.

That was her truest hope. Not just the golem things… She was proud of the work he did, and it wasn’t that she didn’t understand the principle behind it. He was making things that would help ponies. Things that could get to places that Earth Ponies, Unicorns, and even Pegasi couldn’t ever hope to get to. She loved that he wanted to help so many ponies, and that made him her special little Muffin. She didn’t understand the magical part of it, but it still didn’t stop her from being proud of him. So she wanted him to succeed. That was what she wanted.

She wanted her son to succeed, to love his mares, since it looked like he was herding, and to have a wonderful family. She wanted them to have plenty of bits, to never worry about feeding their little ones, and to take care of one another. She wanted them to behave like a good flock should, although she knew that somepony was going to have to help run things.

Bumble was kind, and sweet, but he wasn’t overly assertive. She hoped that changed a little after he found his special someponies. She had noticed that Silent became more assertive after they rutted a few times. She blushed as she thought about it. He was more than willing to play with her, to chase her, and he even became more assertive at work. She noticed that other guardponies didn’t push all of their work off on him.

She heard Dinky and left the memory of her sweet Silent rest in the back of her mind.

“Hmm?”

Dinky rolled her eyes, “Mom, I was asking if Bumble kept you up at all last night?”

Derpy grinned, “A little, but that’s to be expected.”

Dinky looked a little surprised, “Expected, but… Mom, I thought that you’d be upset, or at least a little mad.”

Derpy smiled and laughed as she looked at her daughter. She walked from behind the counter, the green sundress she chose to wear today was stained with the batter from the muffins. Dinky felt her mom pull her against herself. It felt a little odd, to be hugged by her mother while she was wearing just a Shop Ponyville First for Hearth’s Warming t-shirt and a pair of plain white panties.

“My little Muffin,” she kissed the top of Dinky’s head, “Your brother has met his special someponies, and they’re going to do things. That’s natural. I’d be more worried if he didn’t do anything.”

Dinky swallowed, “Does that mean that I can…”

She felt her mother hugging her tighter, “When you find a good colt, or filly, that is going to treat you right, not leave you, and be willing to work with you to build a life, yes. But please wait until then. And maybe until you’re in the University at least?”

Dinky smiled, and snuggled against her, “Okay.”

The two of them broke the hug when they saw the others coming into the room. Derpy looked at her son, and her soon to be daughters in law. Oh, she was going to have some fun with them this morning, but she was fine with what she was seeing, and she was certain that Berry Punch would be fine with it too. Berry would see this as a positive thing. Her daughters were getting a good stallion, joining a good family, and they were going to have foals to help out with the tavern and vineyard.

She hoped that they would too. She watched as they settled down, plates began to get filled with various types of the muffins, and soon muzzles were following their examples in being filled. She grinned as she watched them all enjoying her food, and then she cleared her throat. Bumble stopped, his ears starting to lay flat, and his eyes looking like he was about to panic.

“So, I heard some commotion last night, it’s funny, I think that I heard more than two ponies.”

Honeypot swallowed her bite of muffin, her ears following Bumble’s example in laying flat against her head. A quick look to Pina and Pinchy revealed that they looked concerned. She lifted lifted a picture of orange juice she had set out earlier, poured a glass, and took a drink to keep them from seeing her smile.

“So, the question is, my sweet little muffins, is what were you doing to my little colt?”

Pina dropped her muffin onto her plate. Here eyes wide, but she didn’t move away from Bumble, and neither did Pinchy. She noticed that Honeypot was hugging against him, as if she was prepared to protect him, and she saw Bumble move closer like he was prepared to take whatever was coming so they wouldn’t have to. She felt her heart fill with pride over her little colt.

“Mom..”

She raised her hand, laughed a little, and sat her glass down, “It’s okay. I’m not upset, or disappointed. I love you Bumble, and I’m glad that you found ponies that make you happy. That’s important in life, and I don’t care if you’re in a herd. I just ask that you try to get through college, and,” she looked at Pinchy and Pina, “I want the two of you to try to go as well. It’d be good for you have some education to help with your mother’s business.”

A collective sigh of relief seemed to escape from them.

“Oh, when they time comes for foals… I want to be there.”

Honeypot looked at her, “Okay… but we’re not planning on having foals soon.”

Derpy looked at her, closing her bad eye and focusing on her, “If what I heard last night is any indicator at all, then I don’t think that it’s going to matter what you’re planning.”

Bumble lowered his head into his hands, but he felt the warm bodies of the three mares he was happy to call his marefriends.

“Maybe you should ask somepony about birth control spells.”

He looked up at his mother, a smile on her face, “I’m not going to tell you not to rut each other. We’re ponies and ponies have itches that have to be scratched, but I do want you to be careful about it, and don’t do those spells too often, I’ve heard that they can cause a pony to lose the ability to have foals.”

He nodded, glad that she wasn’t disappointed in him.

“You know, you’re going to have to tell Berry Punch that you’ve been sticking your dick up in her daughters’ foal holes.”

His eyes widened, “Do… Do you think she’s going to be mad?”

She shook her head, “Muffin, how long have we known Berry?”

He smiled, “All my life,” he replied, and then his face fell, “She’s going to tease me isn’t she?”

Derpy laughed and smiled, “Yes she is, and you’re going to deal with it. That’s what you get for putting foal batter in the foal holes of her daughters.”

He sat there, uncertain of what to say, or do, but instead his mind began to focus on the fact that he was going to have to face Berry Punch, and deal with the fact that he’d been rutting not one, but both of her daughters. On top of that he was going to have to deal with Berry teasing him mercilessly. There was little doubt in his mind that she would show any kind of restraint. That wasn’t something that Berry Punch was known for. No, she would ask questions, lots of questions, about what they were doing, what positions they were trying, if he was touring the chocolate factory, and of course which of them was better. He let out a defeated sigh. Part of him wanted to go back up to the bed, crawl back into it, and just simply do what he wanted to this morning. Let the world go dark before he got out of it. That sounded like a good plan, a very good plan indeed.

Bonus Scene #5 Remembering

Bumbling through my Education

Bonus Scene:

Remembering

Cheerilee watched her daughter. Calville Rouge Apple, or Rouge as she was going by now, was a perfect blend of her and Big Mac. She was a dark pink, a blond mane and tail, green eyes, and her mother’s ability to remember basically anything she read. She sighed as she watched her sitting alone outside of school. It was a little odd to be teaching her own daughter, but the Mayor had never found the funds to hire an extra educator. Oh sure, there was funds to erect brand new statues, fund reelect Mayor Mare campaigns, somehow get that new band… what was their name, fallout colts or something, to play a charity concert, but hiring another educator was out of the question.

She sighed, it wasn’t that bad, and she did get to spend extra time with Calville, her little Cally. She watched as her daughter sat there, wearing a black bodice, short black skirt, and fishnet stockings. She wished that her daughter would dress less like a cheap whorse in the red light district in Canterlot, but she did like that she got to spend time with her.

She moved toward the board, her mind traveling back, before the divorce, before all of the terrible things she said to Big Mac… Before she… She felt the tears welling up, before she cheated on him. The tears began to fall as she thought about that night. It wasn’t supposed to end like it did. She was so angry, so upset about the thought that he was rutting Berry Punch, and she had gotten so drunk. She took a seat. She wanted to think about Big Mac, about how wonderful he was, how well hung he was, but instead her mind went to Sound Ray. Sound Ray, the Lunar Pegasus that everypony assumed was dating Berry Punch.

He was exotic, fit, the kind of fit that was more for pretty than for actual work. She’d felt the kind fit that came from long hard days of work. Big Mac had that in spades, but Sound Ray had the kind of fit that she’d only seen in Mr. Equestria competitions. She remembered him sitting at the bar, he was drinking a gin and tonic, and she, she was sipping her eighth tumbler of ale.

“Pretty mare shouldn’t be drinking by herself,” he said as he neared her, “May I?”

She shrugged, and he took a seat. He smiled and touched her hand, “So, does the pretty mare have a name, or shall I call her pretty mare?”

“Cheerilee,” she said before draining her ale, “And you are?”

“Sound Ray, Lunar Guard reservist.”

The name caused her ears to perk up. She’d heard Roseluck talking about how Berry Punch was rutting some Lunar Pegasus that was a guard. She was fairly sure Roseluck said his name started with Sound.

“How long are you in Ponyville for?”

He grinned, “Another three days. It’s a nice place, ponies seem accepting enough,” he took a drink of his gin and tonic, “and it has some of the most amazing looking mares.”

She giggled, “Tell me, you ever rutted an Earth Pony?”

His eyebrows lifted, “Once or twice… Are we headed in the direction I hope we are?”

She got up, heading toward the restroom, her tail flickered allowing him to see the outline of her panties under her black skirt, “Perhaps, I’ve got to check my makeup… I could use some company.”

It was less than two seconds that he was in there with her, her panties around her left ankle, her right up hooked around him, her white blouse pushed up revealing her breasts. He was inside of her, thrusting, but his cock… It was so small.

Celestia it was like taking a small roll of bits and putting it inside of an empty cider mug, but she didn’t care. She wanted to get back at him, get back to Big Mac for what he did. Get back at his rutting Berry Punch, at doing…. She looked at sound, leaned forward, and whispered, “My tail hole… Rut me in my tail hole.”

She felt him pull out, she turned around and he grabbed her tail, roughly moving it, causing her to moan deeply. Within seconds he was buried inside of her tailhole. He was small, but she felt him better here. Here where Big Mac never went. He never did because she wouldn’t let him. She grunted as she felt him picking up speed.

“Gonna…”

“Do it, fill me with your foal batter,” she moaned.

She felt a few spurts, nothing glorious like with Big Mac, and then she felt his well defined body against her own. That was the one difference. Big Mac had muscles, and they were wonderful, but he didn’t build them for show, he built them for long days in the field. Sound had a body that screamed to be used for fun.

“That was… that was magical. Perhaps we can do this again?”

She smiled as she stood up, “Maybe, goodnight,” she said as she pulled her panties up, adjusted her blouse, and left the restroom. The fact the restrooms were both down the same hall, behind a door that lead into the lobby made her feel a little better. No pony would know, not until she got home, and then she knew that Big Mac would smell it.

Serves him right, she drunkenly thought as she stumbled from the bar, Rutting that… Tail Lifter! I loved him and he cheated on me! We have a daughter together and he… Buck him! Buck him and the whole Appleclan!

Her mind came back to the present. It was two days later she learned that nothing had happened. Somepony that had been in Berry’s tavern had came forward and told her. It was too late, she’d bucked her marriage up by that point. She heard the door open, and she looked up to see Cally. Her sweet little filly, well, not so little anymore. She was twelve now, and what happened between her and Big Mac had been well over seven years ago.

“Mom, you okay?”

She nodded, “I am, just old memories…”

Cally came toward her and hugged her, “Dad said you can come to Hearth’s Warming, none of them mind.”

She gave Cally a small smile, “I’ll, I’ll try. I love you Cally.”

Her filly rolled her eyes, “It’s Rouge Mom, Rouge, please don’t call me that little foal’s name.”

She grinned at her, “But you are my little filly.”

Cally rolled her eyes, “Whatever Mom, so… Please come to Hearth’s warming this year. Ah…” she stopped.

“Sweetie, it’s okay. I know how smart you are, and sounding like your father isn’t a bad thing. He’s a good stallion.”

Cally shuffled her foot, “Yeah… but he told me he’s interested in dating somepony.”

Cheerilee’s eyes widened, “He did, who?”

She sighed, “Rainbow ‘Ah’m an arrogant twit’ Dash. Dad said that she already asked him out.”

Cheerilee sighed. That was truly it then. Big Mac had fully moved on, and he did so without her. She smiled a sad smile, Guess that means I need to do the same. It just, well it kind of hurts to let it go like that. I suppose that’s why it’s the past though. You’re going to pass it, and while there’s memories, it’s gone.

Cheerilee looked at her daughter, “Give her chance sweetie.”

“But Mom…”

She shook her head, “Your father deserves some happiness, and with everything he does, and everything he did, he deserves for all of us to support him in getting it.”

She looked at the desk, “But… Ah was hoping that the two of ya would end… ya know back tagether.”

Cheerilee touched her daughter’s cheek, “I know, but sometimes that doesn’t happen, and it’s not a bad thing.”

“He even told me that he forgave ya, which Ah don’t know why he did, it ain’t like ya did anything ta be forgiven fer.”

Oh, Cally, you have no idea. He buried what I did. He made sure that nopony else found out, and Celestia I hate that I hurt him like that. If I could go back I’d make sure that I never did that to him, but I can’t. I can however try to support him, and hopefully Rainbow is able to give him a little happiness. Of course if she hurts him I’m going to shove my hoof so far up her tail hole that it’s coming out of her mouth.

Nightly Quest

Bumbling through my Education

Chapter 8: Nightly Quest

Honeypot sighed as she left with Bumble. Although it was still a couple of hours before her classes she knew that he still had his to get to, and besides she wanted to walk with him. She glanced behind her to see the rest of their herd coming out and following them. Behind Pina and Pinchy was Dinky, and then of course Bumble’s mother. It seemed like Derpy wanted to visit the college, get a tour, and see where her little ‘muffins’ were getting their education.

As she walked Honeypot couldn’t help but feel a far too familiar itch. It was one that Bumble had satisfied time and time again, but it was there, present, and it was getting stronger. That surprised her quite a bit, because she shouldn’t be…

Oh no, Oh no am I? Oh by Luna’s sweet snatch I am!, she thought as her ears lay back against her head. Bumble hadn’t used a birthcontrol spell, actually, with as reserved as he was she doubted that he knew any.

She didn’t realize she had stopped until she felt her headmates, all of them, surrounding her.

“Honeypot, are you okay?” Bumble asked.

She swallowed and looked at him, “I… Bumble I’m not sure, but… I think that I might be in heat.”

“Oh, OH!” his eyes widened, “You mean that we might be… pregnant?”

She giggled at his question, “Well specifically me, but I guess that it could still be us. If I am… you’re not going to be… You’d want it right?”

Her eyes were pleading, begging, hoping that he’d say yes. She felt him hug her, then she felt the hugs from her other herdmates, then her soon to be mother-in-law and sister-in-law joined in as well. She felt comforted, she felt complete, and then she felt confused as the world began to swirl around her. Everypony disappeared leaving her standing alone in the courtyard. Slowly it changed until she was standing in what appeared to be a rather large room, with a circular bed.

The bed itself was in the design of a crescent moon, but where the illumination of the moon ended silky black material began. She walked toward it, touching it, and she realized that the clouds Pegasi slept on from time to time couldn’t be this soft. She let her hands feel the supple material, and then she heard the slightest of giggles.

She turned and saw Princess Luna, the same Princess Luna who had taken over as the headmaster of Golem and Automaton Studies and Research. She swallowed her nervousness as the Princess of the Night walked toward her. She took a seat, and gestured for her to do the same.

“Princess Luna, to what do I owe this honor?”

She looked at the floor, uncertain of how address the Princess of the Night.

“Fair Honeypot, please, do not cast your eyes off of me,” Luna answered as she touched Honeypot’s chin and lifted it, “I can see why he favors you. You are kind, and I see a desire to learn, to grow, to stretch past any limitations. They are noble aspirations, and I know you will do well in them.”

She sighed, “I guess that I was dreaming about earlier, right?” she rubbed the back of her head, “I guess that it would make sense.”

Luna smiled, “You were, and I am very glad that your herd supports you, but it is a matter of your herd that I wish to address,” she stood, her flowing gown clinging to her in the right places.

Honeypot couldn’t help but check her out, to look at the absolute beauty of the Princess. She watched as Luna turned toward her, a faint smile on her lips, “As the alpha of Bumble Hooves herd you are the one that has say if a mare may court the herd, or not,” Luna said as she neared her. She dropped to her knees before Honeypot, her gown disappearing leaving only this stunningly beautiful mare before her.

“I wish to court his herd. I have thought over this, considered it, and I see something that I wish to be a part of,” she kissed Honeypot before she could answer, the kiss was deep, passionate, and full of promise.

Honeypot moaned as she felt her mouth open and Luna’s tongue touched her own. There was a slight battle of dominance, but Honeypot knew it was posturing. Luna broke the kiss, looked at her, and smiled, “If you say no, I will abide by your decision, but if you say yes, I swear that I will abide by the rules stationed, the courtship set down, and I will court each of you, either together, or as individuals.”

Honeypot sighed, “Ha..Have you spoken to Bumble?”

Luna nodded, “I have, and I informed him of my intention, and that I would speak to you when I was ready.”

Honeypot felt her clothes become light, and then as if they were made of smoke her clothes from earlier in the day simply disappeared. She started to cover herself, uncertain of what was going on, but her hand was gently caught by Luna’s own hand. The Lunar Princess gently kissed her again.

“We have been in marriages before. Rather, I have been in marriages before, but they’ve been for political gain,” she kissed down Honeypot’s neck, causing the much younger mare to moan at her touch, “But this is the first time we, I, have chosen to join a herd because of my desire to do so.”

“Princess,” Honeypot’s lips were silenced.

Luna pulled back from the kiss that silenced the alpha mare, of her soon to be alpha mare, “We are alone in my chambers, I am to be your sisterwife, you are the alpha mare, and as such, in the privacy of mine, or your, home I simply wish to be addressed as Luna.”

“I… Oh I want to so bad, but not without Bumble.”

Luna smiled at the words of her alpha mare. Her horn lit up and tumbling through the door was Bumble. He looked confused, befuddled, but overall he seemed okay.

“Princess Luna, Honeypot?!”

Luna smiled at him, “Shh, it is okay Bumble, I have spoken to your alpha mare, and I declared my intentions. I simply wish to thank her, and you, for hearing me.”

Bumble felt his clothes melt away, he stood there, nude, and seeing two nude mares, one he knew intimately, and the other he had actually had some rather lewd thoughts about from time to time, made him hard. Luna smiled as she motioned for him to join them. He walked toward them, and took a seat on the bed. When he was seated she stood, her arms crossing under her quite impressive breasts. Bumble noticed that while they weren’t as big as Pina’s breasts they were wonderfully shaped and certainly a happy medium between Honeypot’s and Pina’s. He looked at her dark blue coated breasts, with darker nipples, how they stood proudly, and he felt the desire to bed her.

Honeypot looked at him and then at Luna. She swallowed and smiled, “We accept your request to court our herd.”

Luna grinned, and once more her horn lit up. Honeypot’s eyes widened as Luna grew a cock. It was perfectly shaped, large, impressive, but still slightly smaller than Bumble’s She moved near them, “Then perhaps we shall celebrate?”

With understanding of what was going on Honeypot got up off of the bed, got between Bumble’s knees and took him into her wanting mouth. She felt her hips lifted, and then she felt Luna enter into her. She moaned as she began to suckle Bumble’s wonderful cock. It was amazing, it felt wonderful, and now she had another cock servicing her. She felt Luna starting to build a rhythm that felt quite wonderful.

“I so do love Earth Ponies,” Luna moaned as she began to thrust hard into Honeypot, “They are always able to take so much.”

Honeypot felt her leaning forward, and then sharply she leaned back and thrust forward. The action pushed her further into Honeypot and caused the younger mare to almost scream from the feeling of being so filled so quickly.

She looked up at Bumble to see the stallion she loved, the one that she wanted to have foals with, the one that… if she was pregnant she would have a foal with. And she saw his lust filled eyes looking back at her. His hands went to the back of her head and she felt him pulling harder against her head, forcing more of his cock into her mouth, down her throat. She worried, briefly, about choking, but then that thought passed. She was dreaming, Bumble was dreaming, but she was still getting so much pleasure from him.

Luna looked at Bumble. She leaned forward, raising his muzzle so that he faced her, and then she kissed him. She felt him open his mouth, and she did the same. She expected him to be a little inexperienced, and he was, but not as much as she believed. No, obviously her new alpha mare had been teaching him, and she had done well. She broke the kiss, “Bumble, lean back.”

He did as he was instructed to do, and Honeypot felt Luna leave her now well fucked pussy. She felt Luna’s hands on her head, and she pulled her mouth from Bumble’s wonderful cock. Instead she was guided on top of Bumble, his wonderful cock at the enterance of her pussy, and then she felt hands pushing her forward. She fell, catching herself, but not before she felt Bumble enter her pussy and Luna entering her tail hole.

“Oh CELESTIA!!!!”

They weren’t being gentle, no, this was a passionate rutting that was about celebration, need for release, and obviously a pent up Princess needing serious relief. Honeypot grunted and moaned as they filled her. Over and over again she felt them thrusting into her, her body a single receptacle for the wonderful, and fantastic, dicking she was receiving. She felt one of Luna’s hands grasping her mane, pulling her back toward her, and the lunar Princess was kissing her neck.

“Thank you, Thank you, Thank you,” Luna whispered as she continued to jackhammer into Honeypot’s tail hole.

“Ngh, Ugh… You’re… Ngh! Welcome!” Honeypot screamed before she fell forward completely spent.

Dream or not she felt so tired. She felt Luna pull from her tailhole, Bumble from her pussy, and she watched as Luna moved toward him, her own well endowed cock swaying as she moved.

“Bumble, we have seen the dreams of some of the stallions you’ve met. How they long for you, they long to feel you take them, they long to take you, and it has been rather…” she blushed, “enticing. Would thou, you, allow me to experience some of this?”

He wasn’t sure what she meant, but he nodded. He felt her licking his cock, so happy to feel it being cared for again. As he did she moved, swung her hips above him and he saw her cock she had just fucked Honeypot with. Something, a small voice, told him to kiss it, lick it, suckle it. He leaned forward, tasting Honeypot’s tail hole and pussy on it. His tongue gently licked up it and then back down. He felt it move closer to his lips, and he opened his mouth allowing it to enter.

The feeling was odd, it was similar to licking and sucking on an ice pop, but the texture and taste was far different. It wasn’t as offputting as he would have believed. Instead it felt almost normal. He felt himself getting close, and he could feel Luna’s cock gaining in girth. It throbbed as she pushed it deeper into his mouth. He grabbed her hips, knowing what was coming, and if she was to be his herdmate, if she was to be a bride, then he wanted her to feel good. He came, and he felt her do the same. It didn’t taste like he expected. Instead there was a taste of blackberries. She moved and he watched as she licked her lips before her cock disappeared. She leaned forward, her hands resting on the bed, and her wonderful rump in the air. He got up, and he felt himself suddenly rejuvenated and ready to go again. He walked behind her only to find that she was taller than himself. To answer this problem she knelt before him, and he started to enter her.

“Make me your mare Bumble,” she said, as she used her magic to move her tail, “Claim me, all of me.”

Without hesitation he pushed forward into her, his cock splitting her pussy open. She let out a deep lewd moan as he took her. The molds were the perfect duplicates of him, but they lacked what he was giving. They lacked the body, the care, the gentle nature that was him. She felt him pushing into her, but he wasn’t being rough.

She’d seen enough of his dreams to know that it wasn’t because he felt that he was unworthy, but rather it was because this was how he was. He was gentle, he was caring, and he was the kind of husband she had so wished to have so long ago. Part of her wondered if he would have been her first husband if she would have given into the nightmare. Would she have believed the nightmare’s lies, but then she pushed those thoughts away. Those stallions were long dead, and this stallion, this stallion that she already felt such a connection with, was here, alive, and loving her.

She felt him lean forward, his lips between her wings, and she felt him kiss her there. His fingers tracing up and down of her wing joints, and she let out another lewd moan. While she knew his mother was a pegasus she was uncertain he realized what he was doing. If he realized that he was making her want him more, that he was only building more arousal.

“Buck me… Bumble BUCK ME!!!” she screamed as she felt an orgasm overtake her. She fell forward, and she felt the dream beginning to disappear from around her. Not wanting to be alone, not wanting to be without them, her magic focused and she felt herself slipping out from the dream to the middle of the bed his herd shared.

She was there, on the other side of Honeypot, she could see her alpha mare wearing a soft smile, and she was sleeping so well. Sighing she removed her own night clothes, now slick with her orgasmic juices, and she slipped under the blanket next to her new herd. A grin crossed her lips. Her guards would be frantic, her sister would be demanding to know where she was, and it was more than enough to make her feel quite satisfied. As she lay there, enjoying her rest, enjoying the closeness of her new herd, her guards were indeed frantic as they searched for the Princess they Served. One of the cadets, a young Lunar Pegasus smelled the Princess’ arrousal and began searching for the scent.

She left the castle, the courtyard, and she began to search further out into the city. She moved until she was past the college, and then she began to pick up the faintest hint of her Princess’ arousal from below her. She landed, seeing the home given to the Wonderbolts by Princess Celestia, and her Princess, and with that she let out a sigh. If the Princess was here then she was not in too much danger. However with that knowledge she simply could not leave her Princess unguarded. While it took her a while to find her, alerting the others was a simple ordeal. Being part of the guard, although more for show, the Wonderbolts had a Dragonfire mailer attached to their home. The design was simple enough, and a simple magic infused crystal battery operated it.

One merely had to write a letter, address it, and then spark the mailer. She quickly wrote out where the Princess was, sent it directly to her commander, and of course as per orders another copy to Princess Celestia, and she waited. It was a wait that was shortly interrupted by a large alabaster colored Alicorn appearing before her.

She took to a knee, “Your highness.”

Celestia smiled at her, “My sister is here?”

The cadet nodded, “I smell her here, upstairs, I entered just into the common room to mail all of you.”

Celestia smiled, “Thank you, Please accompany me. We shall ensure that Princess Luna is in no danger.”

Together the two of them climbed the stairs, and the Lunar Pegasus cadet pointed toward a door that Celestia opened with her magic. Inside she saw a group of ponies in bed together, her sister at one end, snuggled against one of their subjects, her form spooning lovingly against the mare. Celestia looked at what was presented to her, and she sighed.

“Princess Luna is in no danger, but please, inform my guard that I will be staying here to watch over her. I know that her guard shall be here soon, and they shall be more than adequate to protect the both of us.”

The Lunar Pegasus bowed, “Of course Princess,” she bit her lip, “Would you mind if I stay and help?”

Celestia smiled, “Of course not. I believe that there is a full kitchen provided by the crown. If you don’t mind, please, see if there are some baked goods. Cake if they have it, muffins if not.”

The Lunar Pegasus nodded and hurried out of the room. Celestia looked at her sister, and shook her head. She looked at the stallion, one that was just barely a stallion, and wondered if this was the one she had spoken about. Without hesitation she moved toward the bed, and she used her magic to move the blanket to look at him. What she saw was the single biggest cock she’d ever seen on a pony before. She swallowed as she looked at it.

It wasn’t just Minotaur sized, it was well endowed Minotaur sized. As she looked at the group the realization came to her that what was happening wasn’t some simple night of debauchery. No, Luna was one that seldom went for one night stands. Her sister was a romantic at heart, and she knew that Luna longed for a loving relationship. She considered, for a moment, of perhaps asking to join.

The stallion was well endowed, there was little doubt that he could please her, and for Luna to willingly join there had to be something about him, something wonderful that caught her sister’s eye. She imagined feeling that massive cock inside of her, reaching places no other had been, and she sighed. If she did, she would have to ensure that Luna’s needs were met as well. It was obvious that her sister needed this, that she needed the connection and love she obviously felt with these ponies.

She did reach down, unable to help herself, and she touched it. There was no thrum of magic, no potion that induced this size, no, he was simply this large. She’d heard of a stallion, an Unicorn, that served in the Solar guard some nearly nineteen years ago, that was hung like this. He’d apparently met and married a mailmare from Ponyville. Her eyes widened as she looked at the stallion before her.

That guard had foals, three of them, and she smiled. One of her guard had helped in creating the stallion her sister was in love with. Perhaps it was overthinking it, but in a way it felt as if she had helped her sister find some happiness. A giddy part of her came bounding out like a foal as she considered it. She helped her sister find happiness. She helped her find a stallion to love her.

She walked toward a desk in the room, sat down at the seat, and found a piece of parchment. She quickly wrote out a letter to Cadence. There was no doubt in her mind that their niece would want to know about this, and undoubtedly she would want to meet the ponies that captured Luna’s heart.

She lifted the letter, and studied it for a moment.

Dearest Cadence,

I write to in joy. It has come to my attention that Luna has found a small herd that she seems to have joined. I know little of them, but you know how my sister is often secretive when it comes to matters of her heart. I can only assume that you would enjoy getting to know her new herd, as well as possibly teasing her, and them, about her joining.

I’ve considered the idea of making a big show in the morning about their abducting a Princess, bringing her to their room, and then rutting her silly. Tell me, would that be taking things too far?

Your Auntie,

Celestia Solis, Princess of the Sun,

She willed the dragon fire to consume it and watched as it left through an open window. Cadence would have it in moments, and that was fine. She heard somepony, and looked to see the Lunar Pegasus, but she wasn’t alone. There was at least four of the Lunar Pegasi that had stationed themselves outside of the room.

The young Lunar Pegasus mare carried what looked like a small collection of muffins to the table.

“This was what was prepared, but there was cake mixes. Unfortunately I’m shite at baking… Errr, I’m sorry your highness,” she said bowing.

Celestia waved her off, “Don’t worry about it. Tell me, what is your views of Princess Luna joining a herd?”

The Lunar Pegasus mare looked at her, “Permission to speak freely?”

Celestia nodded, “Of course.”

“It’s about ruttin’ time! Sorry, while I am loyal to her, Princess Luna has been needing a good dickin’ for a while. Some of the cadets, we, well we were looking at nobles that might be able to fit the bill, but they all seem to be dandies that couldn’t tell their cock from a limp noodle. Couldn’t rightly have one of them trying to stick that up in our Princess. Wasn’t sure… Wait a tic… Is that Bumble?!”

Celestia looked at her, “Do you know him?”

The Lunar Pegasus mare nodded, “Well kind of. I shagged his roommate, good fella, nice cock, great stamina, but he ain’t nothing on that colt! I just felt it through his pants. Kind of wonder if he’d be interested in having one of us in there.”

Celestia tittered, “Perhaps, he doesn’t seem to be bothered by different tribes. I believe all he’s missing is a Pegasus.”

The mare licked her lips, “Yeah, It’d be nice to have something that big whenever ya wanted it. Damn, those mares are lucky. What I saw he seemed nice, a little reserved, but I ain’t seen an Unicorn that acted all normal. Even that roommate of his was a little neurotic.”

Celestia sighed, “It’s the price of being connected to the arcane. Even we Alicorns suffer from minor neurotic tendencies. It is simply how it is.”

The Lunar Pegasus looked around, “Why ain’t they all getting up seeing why there’s so much noise?”

Celestia pointed to her horn which was just barely glowing, “I cast a small soundproofing spell that keeps them from hearing us, well actually anyone that isn’t one of our guards, or myself, and potentially Princess Cadence and Twilight, from hearing us.”

The Luna Pegasus Mare raised an eyebrow, “We expecting more royalty then?” she sighed, “That cock thistle Captain Shining Armor coming?”

Celestia raised an eyebrow, “Not fond of Prince Shining Armor?”

She sighed, “He’s a right knob. He likes to act like the biggest swinging cock in a locker room he does. Doesn’t even like to socialize with us, but more than willing to act all Blueblood and order us to do his dirty work. Surprised he ain’t ordered us to clean his tail hole with our tongues yet.”

Celestia giggled, “I’ll speak to him about treating all of the guard with respect.”

“Thank you, your highness.”

Bonus Scene # 6 Out in the Barn

Bumbling through my Education

Bonus Scenes

Out in the Barn

She’d came out to the farm earlier, ready to meet with Big Mac, and she’d followed the notes he’d left for her until she found herself in the office of the Barm. Rainbow didn't know sexy, but she knew what she liked. She felt the silk that covered her eyes, the collar around her neck, and she could feel the cool air of the room she was in. She loved the fact that she was nude, that behind her Big Mac was standing the same way. She could smell the scent of a hard day’s work rolling off of him, the way his coat glistened, and she felt so wet.

She breathed out, this wasn't a big thing. It wasn't like she didn't do this kind of thing with some of the wonderbolts, when she was accepted, for a few hours, and she decided that she would never let Spitfire come at her again. Nope, Spitfire like to get hardcore with a strapon and a tail hole.

She felt the touch of a hand, paying attention to her nipples, the other going to her clit, causing her to squirm. She moaned softly, and then the hand at her breasts, on her nipple moved toward her back. It pushed, and she leaned forward onto a desk she knew was in the room. Her legs were spread, the magic still giving her pleasure, and then she felt it.

Oh Sweet Celestia it was HUGE! She grunted as it pushed into her.

"You love this, don't you?"

She nodded, not trusting her voice.

"Tell me, who's pussy is this?"

"M...Mine..." she moaned.

The cock began to slide out.

"Are ya sure?"

"Nope, it's yours all yours, just please... Please don't pull out..."

She felt the massive cock fill her. All of her breath left her and she gulped it back in when the body behind her pulled out and then pushed forward. It was slow, the cock moving in and out was so teasingly, painfully slow.

It was awesome, but fighting against her nature. She liked things fast, she liked for things to explode.

"Please... wreck me.. Please?"

The body pressed against her, chiseled chest, smelling of apples, and a breath that was crisp and clean like the morning skies, "Nope... Gonna take my time."

She moaned as he continued to build a rhythm, and slowly she began to realize that this kind of slow, this kind of endurance was nice.

The sound of the rhythmic thumping caused Applejack to silently wish she wasn't about to open the door to the small office in the barn. She did and she saw one of her oldest friends, moaning, bend over the desk, getting serviced by her brother.

"Big Mac!" she shouted getting his attention, "Rainbow and ya better call it an early night. We got a lot of Applebuckin in the morning. Rainbow, Welcome ta the family, yer gonna get yer chores tomorrow."

Rainbow felt the blindfold leave her eyes, and she felt Big Mac pull out. They’d been dating well over four months at this point, and the engagement officially was announced earlier today, “Gonna stay tonight?”

She nodded, “I am, Your daughter going to be okay with me being here?”

He shook his head, “Cally will be. She’s got to get used to the idea that Ah moved on. ‘Sides, I’m purty sure ya like a challenge.”

She grinned, “Yeah I do. Maybe I can have Applejack teach me to cook, or Pinkie, Yeah, I might get Pinkie to teach me how to bake.”

He grinned, “Not a bad idea. Comeon, we can have a lil’ bit more fun in the house.”

She noticed that he didn’t take off the collar, and she didn’t mind. Pet Play wasn’t that bad of a kink, and besides, she kind of liked when somepony else took control.

Royal Gossip

Bumbling through my Education

Chapter 9: Royal Gossip

Shining Armor didn’t care about the frozen tundra around him, nor did he care about the finely prepared meal of eggplant lasagna and tiramisu for dessert. No, what he cared about right now was the feeling of Cadence’s lips and tongue around his cock. The way she batted her eyes at him like she was a naughty highschool filly sucking her boyfriend off behind the bleachers. Her beautiful rump that was wiggling in the air, and how much he wanted to cram his cock down her throat and have her swallow load after load of his cum.

She pulled back, taking a breath, and she turned around, her tail flicking, her little tale-tale sign that she was ready to take him. He wanted her, to feel her, and he got onto his knees. Grabbing her hips, right by her cutie marks, he pulled her back. She let out a soft grunt as she felt him slide into her pussy. She was wet, she was ready, and she so desperately wanted him to practically wreck her. She moaned as he thrust into her.

“I love you Caddy,” he moaned.

“I..I love you too Shining… Oh, oh fill me, please?”

She asked so sweetly, and he was hers to command. He began to pick up pace, more than happy to give her the proper dicking that she deserved, and at that moment when they were both ready to orgasm, that wonderful moment when release was there, the door to their cabin opened. Their heads turned, and instead of the moment being stopped they came hard. Cadence fell forward, her head lying on the seat she was kneeling in front of. Her tongue lolled out, and she began to pant.

“My… My daughter, my beautiful daughter just saw us…”

Flurryheart rolled her eyes, “Seriously? Look, it’s not traumatizing anymore, but can’t you both be like normal parents and not rut everywhere? I can’t even invite what friends I do have over because I’m afraid that they’re going to see my parents rutting in the throne room, the dining hall, the courtyard, on the balcony, or a thousand other places that you’ve been.”

Shining sighed, knowing that what Flurry was asking wasn’t a terrible thing. After she first caught them they tried to keep it in the bedroom, but it was a little impossible. Caddy would begin giving him a fantastic magic job, and he’d return the favor, and then before long they’d be excusing themselves, going to an adjoining room, and he’d be deep in her snatch. There had been rumors about them having an open relationship, but that was nothing more than rumors. The closest Caddy ever came to anything like that was when she created a form that looked like him out of magic and light.

It’d been nearly perfect, and at that point she had him behind her thrusting, his clone was in front of her, getting sucked off, and the moment she came the clone simply no longer existed. It’s entire being disappeared in a flash of light. Of course since then they’ve done something similar again, but that was about as far as actually having an open relationship went. He had wondered at one point if she was going to ever want to herd.

He personally was fine with just the two of them. Maybe that was selfish of him, but he didn’t want to share her with another pony. He began cleaning up, getting his dark navy blue dress pants back on. He could see that his daughter wasn’t watching them, but instead she was looking anywhere but at them. This had unfortunately become something of a ritual. She’d find them fooling around, stay there until they were dressed and presentable, and then lead them to where they needed to go.

It was a little sad that she was having to be more of an adult than she needed to be. He knew that as a thirteen year old she had things she wanted to do, she needed to be a foal, and unfortunately there was times she had to be more of an adult than what was really called for a filly her age should be. Once he and Caddy were dressed, and he noticed that she had used her magic to make her dress presentable once more, the three of them headed out toward the platform.

He saw that the tundra had been replaced by the greenish grass that was the calling card of the Equestrian border. Once through it it was an exceptionally short time until they rolled into Canterlot. Of course he considered seeing his parents. He was certain that they’d be more than happy to see Flurryheart, and she could act like a filly around them. There was also little doubt in his mind that she’d want to take a short trip to Ponyville.

Seeing Auntie Twilight might be the excuse, but he knew about her crush on that baker’s son. Caddy had said it was cute, and he believed it was so, although with her getting older he was a little more worried about the colt’s intentions with his daughter. His thoughts were interrupted as he saw the mountain. It would be a few moments and then they’d be at the station.

“So, why are we visiting Aunt Celestia?”

Cadence smiled at her daughter before resting a hand on her shoulder, “She told me that Aunt Luna has found a special somepony, and I thought it would be a good enough reason to get out of the empire. Besides, I do want to make sure that her special somepony is going to be good to her. Aunt Luna hasn’t been able to, ummm, Flurry, you know what your father and I have is a very loving relationship.”

Flurryheart rolled her eyes and nodded, “Yeah?”

Cadence’s face fell a little, “I don’t know all of it, but from my understanding Aunt Luna hasn’t had a relationship like that. She’s always been with somepony in order to make Equestria stronger. I don’t know all of it, but from what Aunt Celestia has told me several of her former relationships were… very abusive. They weren’t good to her, they didn’t make her feel good, and so I want to make sure that this special somepony is the kind that is going to make her feel good about being her. Like how your father does that for me.”

Flurryheart understood what her mother said. She might not enjoy knowing that her parents rutted everywhere, and she was certain they had rutted in her bed when she was at her studies, but they made each other happy, and they made each other feel better about being themselves. In essence they truly loved one another, and she could understand her mom wanting to make sure that Aunt Luna’s new special somepony would be like her Daddy.

She watched as the station came into view, and soon it stopped. Waiting there for them was a small platoon of her Aunt Celestia’s Royal Guard, and once her parents, their guard, and herself were off of the train they were being escorted. Only it wasn’t to the palace, but instead it was to what looked like a very nice house. Outside of it were several Lunar Pegasi that seemed to be yawning, but still standing guard.

One of the Solar Guard saluted her Lunar counterparts.

“Celestial Guard ready to assume guard positions,” she said.

The Lunar Guard nodded, whistled, and soon the group of were moving into the building. The female Pegasus guard that had been leading them took the Lunar Guard’s position, and then they opened the door for Flurry and her family. Once inside she saw several of the Lunar guard heading toward the stairs, climbing it, and obviously heading toward some rest and relaxation. But at the kitchen counter was a gray Pegasus mare with a blond mane, the oddest golden eyes she’d ever seen, and a small group of ponies surrounding a stallion, with Princess Luna near them. On the other side was Aunt Celestia. She was smiling brightly, and obviously they’d missed a rather good practical joke Aunt Celestia had played.

Luna looked up and saw the arrival of Mi Amore Cadenza, or Cadence as she preferred to be called, and breathed a sigh of relief. Her herd, and her stallion, had suffered something of a near collective heart attack when her sister caused the room to glow brighter than the sun, awakening them all, and then pronounced in the Canterlot Voice that she demanded to know what they were doing to her sister!

In a magical attack Bumble, skilled as he was in enchantments and archain studies, would be no match for Celestia. Still he tried to get in front of all of his mares, her included, and she smiled because every other time she had been asked to marry for Equestria those stallions were terrible. They would have pushed her away from them, and said that she could have her back. After it was revealed as nothing more than a trick sweet Bumble had promptly had a minor breakdown of sorts.

Of course his mother had rushed into the room, and Luna had seen Pegasi mothers before, she knew how protective they were, and all of them in that room, all of them mated to her son were her foals. She counted herself lucky to be in that number because that gray Pegasus stood defiant against Celestia, and she had even shoved her way past her Lunar Guard. She would, for the life of her, never forget her sister getting corrected by a pony that was a good two heads shorter than herself.

It had been a sight that was quite welcomed, and one that she believed she would cherish for the rest of eternity. She watched as the bubbly gray Pegasus, who seemed to be keeping her good eye on her sister, was making breakfast for them. There was a collection of muffins, but she had went out of her way to make some pancakes, a small coffee cake for her sister, and some food for the guards that were staying there.

She was certain that her sister had already canceled her court, and of course Luna believed she would do the same this evening. Although to be honest it would be best if she did oversee it. True, it would mainly be the nobility, coming forth to squabble about perceived slights that they believed were done to them, or perhaps they would be complaining about the business district of Canterlot. That was one she was quickly getting tired of. Nobles coming into her court, when they could not see her sister, and complaining that the cheap housing in the Business District was bringing down their own property values.

She had to desperately remind herself that this was not a thousand years ago, she could not have them stripped, flogged, and sent back to their homes with magic inhibitors on their horns and forced to be the servants for the very ponies they wished to be rid of. Instead she had to listen to them, inform them that the Business District was a vital part of Canterlot, and remind them that their country was built upon the principle that all ponies were created equal.

She felt Bumble move, and she helped scoot in closer, her wings extending in a protective manner over her herd. She wasn’t the alpha, but she would act as a protector. She had finally found something she had once believed wasn’t meant for her. She found a loving relationship that made her feel good about herself.

Bumble wanted to crawl into a hole. He wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out again. Princess Celestia wasn’t supposed to prank ponies. She was their ruler, she was supposed to be proper and kind, and not make a pony have a mild heart attack when she shouted at them wanting to know if they’ve rutted her sister.

Physically… He hadn’t touched Luna like that yet, but in the dream, the dream he realized he shared with Honeypot, he’d rutted the living Tartarus out of her. He wasn’t sure what to think about it. She was courting them, all of them, and he was accepting that she was going to be part of his herd, but it left several things open that he wasn’t sure he wanted to think about.

Did this mean that he, and his family, would be considered royalty or nobility? Did his mother declare war on Princess Celestia? He’d seen her use her chew the solar Princess out, and even give her a corrective slap. It wasn’t one that was meant to hurt, but one that was meant to tell the other pony they were being an idiot and stop doing what they were doing. He’d been on the receiving end of a few of those, and while they stung, and they did sting, they never really did much more than that. It was just a reminder to stop doing something that wasn’t right.

He felt his mares around him, and he felt the warmth of their bodies. It was almost as if they were letting him know that it was okay, that they wouldn’t let anything happen to him, and at the same time he felt like he wanted to protect them as well. It wasn’t a new feeling. At least it wasn’t completely a new feeling. There was aspects that were certainly new. Being in a herd relationship was certainly new, but wanting to help protect those he cared about wasn’t.

He could remember getting teased about being clumsy, but when they started teasing Dinky he quickly stood up to the ones trying to tease her. Of course shortly afterward he had met his best friend in Ponyville. Button Mash had introduced him to tabletop RPGs, video games, and even the joyboy he had with him now. Well, it was back in his dorm room. In a way Button had helped him realize what he wanted to do. Those gaming sessions when he played the tabletop RPGs, especially Ogres and Oubliettes, had inspired the idea behind the medical golems. It was funny how things worked toward where he was now. His wanting to protect Dinky had lead to meeting Button Mash, and that had lead him to wanting to help ponies with his Medical Golems.

He looked up the other members of royalty that came into the room, and he was certain that he needed to crawl off into a hole. He wasn’t ready for this. He didn’t know how to act around royalty; he didn’t even know how to act around Mr. Rich! Perhaps it shouldn’t have bothered him, especially since Luna seemed to think that he was special enough to want to be with, but that raised more questions. Did he call her Princess Luna, or Luna, or Princess, or anything else that she want to be called?

He began to wonder what would happen on Hearth’s Warming. Would they spend it in Ponyville, or would it be best at Canterlot? What did you get a Princess as a Hearth’s Warming Present? Would he be able to get her something she’d like? He felt his breathing quickening, beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, and then he felt it. The reassuring squeeze.

“Bumble, it’s okay. Don’t freak out, we’re here, it’s alright.”

He looked at Honeypot and gave a small smile. Slowly the Princess of love, and co-ruler of the Crystal Empire, walked toward them.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, but please call me Cadence. After all, from the looks of things we are going to be family.”

He stretched out his hand toward her, “B..Bumble Hooves, but everypony just calls me Bumble.”

She grinned, “Then I shall call you Bumble as well. Oh, this is my husband Shining Armor, and my daughter Flurryheart.”

He smiled, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Flurry looked at him, “You’re a nervous wreck.”

“Flurryheart!”

She looked at her father, “Sorry, but he is! Look at him Daddy! We’re making him so nervous and he doesn’t know how to handle it,” she smiled, “I bet that you’d like it if there were fewer ponies here huh?”

He nodded. Shining sighed, realizing that his daughter done exactly what her special talent was. She felt what he was feeling, and she had explained to them what they needed to do to make him feel more at ease.

“Guards, all but the bare minimum please relocate yourselves outside, or upstairs.”

Several saluted him, and headed out leaving only a couple behind.

“But I just made everypony breakfast!”

Bumble looked at his mother and saw her disappointed face.

“We’ll take it upstairs, thanks for wantin’ ta feed the lot of us,” a Lunar Pegasus cadet said as she and another two Lunar Pegasi began gathering up the plates for the guards and carrying them up the stairs.

Shining grinned and took a seat near the table, “I understand. I’m not really an introvert, but my little sister was one, and at times she still is one. She’s fine around ponies she knows, but get her among a large group and it takes a few days for her to get back to normal.”

Bumble breathed out, “My mom isn’t in trouble is she?”

Celestia grinned, “No my little pony, she isn’t in trouble. I’m afraid that my joke wasn’t handled very well. So, I do apologize that I caused you feel so strained and worried. However, I was rather pleased to see you willing to take whatever anger would have been directed toward your herdmates.”

Luna grinned, “He is a more worthy stallion of mine affections than any that were chosen before.”

Celestia’s face fell a little, “I know, and I’m sorry Lulu. Those marriages, and my own, were not something I ever want us to experience again.”

Cadence watched and looked at the stallion sitting there. She could feel the love he had for the mares around him, even for Luna, and she smiled. This was what she was hoping to feel. Granted the feeling toward Luna was fresh, as if it was just starting, and it certainly felt as if the love was rooted in the fertile ground of lust. That in and of itself wasn’t a terrible thing. Wonderful love, powerful love, was sometimes grown from lust.

“So, Bumble, why don’t you tell me about yourself?” Cadence asked as she shuffled in her seat next to Shining Armor.

He looked at them, unsure of where to actually begin, and slowly he decided the best place was the beginning. He told them about being Princess Twilight’s student for Arcane Studies and Golem creation. He went on to explain his plan with the Medical Golems, how he had created them to be practically instructable, able to handle all ranges of temperatures, and how he was creating a large database of healing spells within them.

He smiled as he explained that Honeypot had helped him realize that including healing potions and other remedies might be beneficial for ponies that needed a slower recovery due to the fact that they might be suffering from magical poisoning, or too weak to handle a full recovery spell. To her credit Cadence sat there and listened to every word.

While she wasn’t the spell caster Twilight was, she did understand most of what he was talking about. It was also easy to understand why Twilight had personally taught him. He was brilliant, driven, and far too adorkable like she was. Cadence saw so much of Shining Armor’s more geeky tendencies inside of his younger sister, and she could see them here in this young Unicorn stallion.

He was also caring, sweet, and from the love she felt she could tell that he held his mares in the highest regards. Her eyes moved from him to the rest of his herd. There was two Earth Ponies, and her eyes widened as she looked at the pink one behind him. There was Earth Pony Mares and then there was Earth Pony Mares! That young mare had breasts that simply went on for days. She grinned as she tried not to keep looking.

It seemed that pink Earth Pony Mares seemed to have an overabundance of breasts. She thought of Twilight’s friend Pinkie Pie. Much like this young mare she was blessed with some very large, bouncy, and somehow gravity defying breasts. Cadence blushed slightly. She would never want another stallion. Shining Armor was the only stallion she would ever want, and there was absolutely no lie on that, but she would by lying to herself if she didn’t admit that the idea of possibly herding with another mare would be terrible.

Shining was loving, and caring, much like this young Unicorn stallion, but there was simply a few things he didn’t quite understand. Things that she would love to do that Shining didn’t quite grasp the subtle nuances that made them more enjoyable. It was things that she knew another mare would understand. Seeing this herd, feeling the love from it, even though it was just beginning, it was intoxicating and she began to formulate a plan on the possibility of convincing Shining Armor into starting one with her. After all, what stallion could say no to having two mares at his disposal?

She tabled the idea, deciding that while it was something she certainly wanted to bring up later, it just simply wasn’t something she wanted to discuss at the moment. No, this was about showing support for Luna, and of course informing Bumble’s former teacher about the situation. She grinned at that thought. It would be interesting to see her sister-in-law get flustered at the thought of Luna marrying into a herd.

The only way it could be better would be if Auntie Celestia was joining as well, she thought as she watched the interaction.

Her eyes lingered on Celestia and she sensed it, the attraction, and a soft chuckle escaped her.

“Sorry, I was just thinking of how we could present the news to the public.”

Bumble looked worried, but again his herd kept him from feeling too conflicted or worried. Celestia raised an eyebrow at her, “What’s your idea?”

Cadence smiled, “We’d need to inform Twilight first, of course, but afterward having the three of us support it would silence any objections from the nobility. I believe that would be the best idea. Of course, if we managed to get Blueblood on board he could help twist the right arms in making sure that it went smoothly.”

Celestia smiled, “That is a fair point. Blueblood might be vain, but he is gifted when it comes to dealing with the nobility. I’ve overlooked many of his tactics since he often is able to keep them from trying to pass any laws that would make it impossible for the common pony to live and work here in Canterlot.”

Cadence laughed, “You do understand of course that comes from the fact that he has a rather public secret relationship with the public relations mare you’ve hired.”

Celestia smiled, “Trust me, I know… There has been times I’ve seen their secret meetings.”

Derpy looked at them and sighed, “Why not just tell them if they don’t like it they can take a long walk off of a short cloud?”

The two of them turned toward her, “Your highnesses, I mean, if my little muffins want to love one another, then it’s not anypony’s business.”

Cadence grinned, “Of course there is that approach as well.”

Luna cleared her throat, “Fair Derpy Ditzy Hooves is correct. If the Canterlot Nobility does not want to acknowledge my courtship of Bumble and his herd, then they are quite welcome to suck my tail hole.”

Celestia’s, Cadence’s, and Shining Armor’s eyes widened and their mouths fell open. Flurrheart however began to laugh at that. The talk went on for a few hours, and finally the herd took their leave, heading upstairs, toward the large shared room, and it left the three Princesses, Prince, and mother of the stallion that had gained the attention of Princess Luna down in the kitchen.

Derpy looked at them, her good eye trained on them for a bit, “My little colt, my little muffin is happy, don’t make me have to correct any of you if you try to make him unhappy.”

With that she left. She walked upstairs, and past the room where her colt was being taken care of. They were good mares, she knew that much, and she hoped that they would see his needs as he saw to theirs. Inside of the room Luna was on her back, her eyes wide as Bumble was currently licking inside of her pussy. To dream it was one thing, to actually feel it here, in the physical world was different. She felt something, and looked up to see dark pink lips of one of her herd mates snatch above her.

Her tongue stretched out and she began to lap at the wonderful prize presented to her. She felt her hands suddenly straddled and she began to pleasure them as well. She moaned deeply as she loved. On each side, in every possible way, she was surrounded by ponies that was loving her and not abusing her because they felt slighted that they were not given a chance of having her sister as a bride.

She felt Bumble’s wonderful, and gifted tongue leave her snatch. She began to whine before she felt the head of his cock pressing against her. She almost screamed as she felt him pushing into her. The dream as one thing, but feeling here, really here, going inside of her was absolutely wonderful. Her hips bucked as he pushed completely into her. She could hear the moans around her, feel Pina above her shift and her pussy grinding against her muzzle.

“Oh… Oh yes eat me out, Mmmm… you’re so good at this…” Pina moaned.

Luna moaned in response. She couldn’t answer as she saw fit, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was that for the first time in her immortal life, she was happy with something, and she was happy that her herdmates were enjoying her body. She...She felt beautiful for the first time in her immortal life.

Author's Note

(AN: Well, anytime Royalty gets involved things get more complicated don't they? There's still a ton more left to do, so have no worries, we still have much uncharted ground to cover.)

Bonus Scene # 7 I want in

Bumbling through my Education

Bonus Scenes

I want in

Luna looked at the Unicorn mare before her. Her alpha had asked her to accompany Bumble to see this mare, about something she wished to discuss. Apparently the mare was caught off guard at the prospect of speaking before a Princess of Equestria. She cleared her throat, and looked at Bumble.

“Bumble, I believe that we’re more than just friends, I’ve certainly hinted at the prospect of joining your herd, and I’ve spoken to your alpha mare about it. I… Honestly I expected to see her tonight, no offense Your Highness, but it seems irregular to see a mare that isn’t the alpha when it comes to the prospect of another mare joining the herd.

Luna looked at her, smiled and stood. The room was illuminated with a blue glow, and the mare looked at her, “Not to mean offense, but what was that?”

Luna smiled as she began to remove her dress, “That was a sound proofing spell. My Alpha, and yours if you pass, wishes me to test you. You are pleasure Bumble and I. Since your words were, and I quote, ‘I can rut you, and your herdmates, into the ground little filly. I know I can take anything you can dish out, and I can make Bumble and any of your herdmates scream my name.’,” Luna quoted as she finished undressing, walking over to the workstation of the area, finding a harness, and fitting a dildo into it. Naturally she chose the one modeled after Bumble himself, “So, my alpha has decided to see if your claims were valid. If they are, then you may join the herd, if not… Well, we shall see what happens.”

Flagrante Delicto swallowed as she watched Bumble shake slightly. She watched as Luna kissed him, “Bumble, my love, it is okay. I shall begin, and when you are ready you may join us.”

Flagrante stood, and suddenly she felt powerful magic engulf her. Her clothes, her designer top and pants from Rarity for You ripped perfectly down the middle and went to either side. Luna seemed to arch an eyebrow as she realized that Flagrante was not wearing a bra, and only a very skimpy pair of lacy panties. Those cut away, from some unseen force, and fell to the ground. Flagrante felt herself go to her knees.

“Service the cock you are meant to please.”

She licked her lips, her tongue went out, and she began to gently suck the large dildo. She moaned as she felt it slip into her mouth, and then she felt Luna’s hands on her head. She was surprised as the Princess of the Night didn’t simply pull her down onto the cock like some stallion drunk on his power over her, but instead she gently guided her.

She looked up at the Princess and saw the face of authority. There was no doubt in her mind that she would be the lowest on the pecking order if she joined. She felt the dildo at the beginning of her throat and she began to stop.

“Is that all you are able to do?”

Hearing the challenge she forced more into her throat. She felt it stretching her, forcing her to take more until it was sliding down. She worried about not being able to breath, or did until Luna pulled back only to slowly guide it back down her throat. She pulled out and Flagrante coughed a little. She felt the magic directing her again, making her stand up, her breasts touching the table, her tail lifted out of the way, and the giant false phallus was pressing against her tiny tailhole.

“I…” she began until she looked over her shoulder at Luna, at her face, the face of authority that was judging her, “Please, gentle, that is a lot of stallion.”

Luna smiled, “Yes, he is.”

She pressed forward. Flagrante’s eyes widened. She desperately tried to grip something, anything, to help her deal with the fact that her poor tailhole was being stretched to the point of ripping.

“Ngh!” she grunted, and then she felt it, the gentle hands touching her.

“Relax,” and she looked to see Bumble. He was finally undressed, his cock, just as massive as the one in her tailhole was standing proud, and she looked at Luna who made her move. Standing behind her, still pushing deeper into her, Luna forced her to face Bumble. She licked his cock, somehow on an unconscious level she understood this was what was needed. It wasn’t about controlling another pony, it was about giving up control. That was what she desired. She wanted another pony to take the control from her, to make her their toy, to make her their willing slave, and to make her want it again and again.

She went from licking him to sucking him, her mouth opening wide, taking him into herself, and it became apparent to her her that she was a masochist. She was getting off on being used, on being treated like this. Maybe this was the plan all along. To teach her the place in the herd, to show her that she would be welcomed, but that she had to accept what she would be. She blinked her eyes coyishly at him, wanting him to know that she was his. She hadn’t truly wanted foals before, but she did now. She wanted his. She wanted to carry his, give birth to his, she wanted to be his cum dumpster.

It was depraved, it was so against the business professional she was, but it was perfect. This was what she truly wanted. She wanted to be used and abused by him, by his herd, and if he ever told her to she would let their herdmates run a train on her for hours. The minutes ticked by and became an hour, then two. Flagrante felt Luna and Bumble trade places more than a dozen times, and now, finally Bumble was inside of her pussy, Luna was in her tailhole, and she was moaning like a wanton whorse. She finally heard the both of them moan, and she softly heard her name on their lips. She felt Luna collapse on top of her.

“Congratulations, you may court our herd.”

She didn’t trust herself to speak, but she felt Luna’s lips against her ear, “be warned, some of my herdmates appetites are quite more powerful than my own. I believe they may make it to where you are unable to walk for days.”

Flagrante could only smile as felt herself slip off into a well earned sleep.

Classes, Classes, and Announcements

Bumbling through my Education

Chapter 10: Classes, Classes, and Announcements

Bumble looked at the Automaton he had begun working on. He’d checked with Ms Quartz and found out that while his Medical Golems were indeed a testament to his studies in the arcane studies, they would not suitable for the class. So instead he was creating an Automaton. He looked at one of the other students in the lab and noticed that he was building a figure that was part of a desk. The inner workings looked more complex, and as he studied it Bumble began to realize that the Automaton was being created to work completely off of gears, wind up springs, and no magic.

It was a completely engineered feat, something that anypony would be proud of, and something that showed true ingenuity.

“See something you like?”

Bumble averted his eyes, “Sorry, just, it’s surprising to see something that is purely mechanical.”

The other pony, a Pegasus stallion he realized, laughed and turned toward him.

His burnt orange coat was lightly stained with grease, his fire red, and orange, mane seemed to have similar splotches in it, and his white shirt and blue jeans were further proof that this pony was more mechanically minded than somepony who relied on spells or potions. The stallion walked toward him, holding out a grease covered hand.

“Tic Toc, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said with a smile.

“Bumble, Bumble Hooves, and it’s a pleasure to meet you as well.”

Tic Toc looked at him for a moment, “Wait, are you the guy that’s working on those Medical Golems?”

Bumble nodded, “Yeah, I’m trying to make them so that they can go anywhere, service anypony, and never have trouble doing it.”

Tic Toc let out a long whistle, “That’s some impressive enchantment and spell casting work. Hope you don’t mind, but I took a look at it while I was in there. I’m still amazed that you thought to put in a rejuvenation spell and tie to a cloud walking spell. That was pretty ingenious. As long as it has the magical batteries to power it it should be able to walk on clouds fairly easily.”

Bumble nodded, “It should be able to, but getting it up to the clouds is the trick. I saw something on somepony’s pet turtle,” Bumble said as he grabbed a spare piece of parchment, quill, and inkwell, “That allowed flight for it. There was a single battery at the top, barely noticeable, and it seemed to work on a basic Earth Pony pedal copter rotor. I was thinking about this, but I’d need to ensure that the rotor could pick up the artificial personality I would be giving the golems.”

Tic Toc scratched his chin, “Why even do an enchantment?”

Bumble looked at him in confusion, “Huh?”

Tic Toc smiled, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re suffering from the same thing that a ton of Unicorns suffer from. If magic isn’t the answer then there is no answer,” he said with a small laugh, “But seriously, why even have the enchantment? Instead, have them carry a portable pedal copter. Nothing big like most Earth Ponies have, but something small and portable that can be folded down into a backpack sized unit.”

Bumble felt like an idiot for not considering that option, and he had to admit that Tic Toc was right. He was looking for a magical answer first. He was so used to using magic, that he wanted to throw magic at it, make it work, and call it good. The idea of using something as simple as a pedal copter didn’t really even occur to him, and now he realized how easy it would be to implement. It’d certainly mean testing the weight limitations on the pedal copters, but as long as they could hold one of the golems, without a problem, he didn’t seen how it couldn’t work.

“That’s, it’s a really good idea.”

Tic Toc grinned, “I know, that’s what happens when you don’t have magic to fix everything. Not saying that having magic is bad, but when it’s not at your disposal you learn how to adapt.”

Bumble looked at Tic Toc’s Automaton again. It was brilliantly created, although it was obvious that it was nowhere near done yet. He could see what looked like a chessboard sitting on the desk, one of the Automaton’s hands looked as if it was capable of picking up a piece and moving it. As he looked at it he began to realize what it truly was.

“Is… This is going to play chess?”

Tic Toc smiled, “That’s the plan. I’ve heard that no pony has been able to beat Princess Twilight, Celestia, or Luna, and when they play each other it’s usually a stand still. So, I want to make the first Automaton that can beat them, and I want to do it with no magic.”

Bumble looked at it, at the extensive gears, the clockworks that seemed to stretch all through the desk, and he could see how it hooked together. Just from his looking he could see that the function, all of it, relied heavily on the chessboard itself. It looked liked the pieces were designed to be weighted, and so when one was moved it would push a spot on the board, indicating the move, and cause the Automaton to react with a move of its own. He could only guess that the literal hundreds of small brass cylinders inside of it were preplanned chess matches that switch into play depending on the moves that the player made. The design was brilliant, but Bumble could see what it was.

It was a motion machine. Something that was designed to carry out the motions designed by the clockwork designer, but in these cases it was being designed to carry out various systems of movements that would rely completely on the opponent playing against it. He looked at it, considered what it would be like to see Luna playing, and then his mind went to a slightly lewd place. He imagined her playing, bend over, her eyes watching the board, her mouth open, a soft moan escaping her lips as he ravished her. Her attention split between the Automaton and his ministrations.

He smiled at that thought, but slowly put it out of his head as well. Most likely if she was to play against this Automaton it would be in public, with dozens of nobles watching, and his smile returned as he considered the idea of having a table set up. One where he could sit near her, using his magic to pleasure her as she attempted to play. There would need to be some tea or something for him to drink, something he could use his magic for, but it’d certainly be an idea. As he considered the options it occurred to him that at some point some of his hangups about sex had disappeared.

He didn’t seem to be as uptight and awkward about it anymore. Before if he thought something like that, in public, he’d be worried sick that somepony would just know that he was thinking something lewd, and that they would think something negative about him. Being with his mares, all of them, had changed that in him. Honeypot helped to bring him out of his shell, Pina and Pinchy had both shown him that he could be confident at times, and Luna, Luna was showing him that he had worth. She was proving to him that he was valuable as a pony, if for no other reason than just as a pony.

It didn’t change what he wanted to do. He still wanted to help ponies, he still wanted to make it so that his medical golems would be able to travel anywhere, go anywhere, and be able to help with all manner of medical problems. But he was discovering that he wasn’t relying on his project to give him worth and validation. He had that now, and the project was what it should have been all along. It was a way to help others in ways that had not been available before.

There was still much he had to do, including testing the magically infused glass of his golems against projectiles. It wasn’t common here in Equestria, but he’d heard that the Gryphon Empire had weapons that shot little balls of lead out of a pipe using the same type of explosive powder found in fireworks. It was something that Unicorns could do with their magic. Focusing a small bubble of energy and putting enough force behind it to go through a pony.

He wasn’t naive enough to think that Equestria had always been peaceful. He had listened to Luna as she talked about Equestria before her banishment. She wanted to talk about it, to get it out, and he had offered a willing ear. She talked of the wars that took place the great conflicts that happened between Equestria and the Crystal Empire before her banishment. How Sombra had kept his soldiers focused on winning, removed their morality, and used the Unicorns in his army to create and use those kinds of bubbles for the war.

It lead to stronger magical shielding, and then that in turn lead to those bubbles becoming elongated and sharpened on the ends. She talked about other countries that had been at war with him over the years. The ancient Diamond Dog Kingdoms, Minos the original capital of the Minotaur Empire, and even rogue dragon attacks had happened when she and Celestia had been given the solemn duty of leading the ponies.

It had been difficult was a massive understatement. Bumble recalled what he knew that was taught, officially taught, about that time period. The wars were barely mentioned, almost as if they weren’t really worth speaking about, but rather it was situations like Discord’s rule that was mostly talked about in history. He knew that most ponies, himself included for the longest time, believed that Equestria had always been peaceful, but that simply wasn’t the truth.

Luna made him realize how dangerous it once was, how many hardships their ancestors had, and of course he realized that outside of Equestria’s borders there was still places like that. Places where these dangers were still commonplace. It was for this reason, if no other, that he wanted to make his golems practically indestructible. He wanted them to be able to go out into the field and withstand almost anything as they saved lives. There was royal guards out beyond the borders, ponies that went on diplomatic missions abroad, and even then he wanted more than just ponies to have access to them. He could see them doing great things for Gryphons, Diamond Dogs, Minotaurs, and well everypony.

He heard something and looked back at Tic Toc. Realizing that he had unintentionally been in his own little world he gave a sheepish smile, “Sorry, I was just thinking about the applications that I could do with the golems.”

Tic Toc gave a laugh before the door opened. Bumble watched as a slightly older Unicorn mare walked in. She wasn’t that much older, obviously just in her mid twenties, but she strolled straight toward Tic Toc. Her soft blue mane was tied back in a pony tail, her tail was trimmed to be short, and her jeans and v-neck t-shirt showed a very voluptuous figure. She reached Tic Toc, kissed him fully on the lips, and then broke it.

“You’ve kept me waiting for fifteen minutes.”

He smiled, “Sorry, I got to talking shop with Bumble here,” he said gesturing toward Bumble, “Bumble this is my marefriend Stardust, Stardust, this is Bumble Hooves.”

She turned toward him, her light yellow fur seemed to fit her personality well. She seemed warm, caring, and she never looked down at his junk once. Instead she kept her eyes on his.

“Hi,” she said smiling, “He already told you my name, but that doesn’t matter. So, are you an engineering genius like my coltfriend here?”

Bumble shuffled his hoof, “I’m more of tinkerer than anything.”

Tic Toc laughed, “Don’t be modest. He’s the one working on those Medical Golems I pointed out.”

Her eyes widened, “Wow! That’s… Damn, that’s really impressive!”

Bumble smiled at her, “Thanks.”

He stretched out his hand, but she stepped past it and hugged him. Bumble noticed a few things right off the bat. One, Tic Toc’s marefriend seemed to be fairly well endowed, both above and below. She stopped hugging him after a moment and she stepped back a little embarrassed.

“Sorry… I’ve… Well I’ve been missing my Colt all day…”

He could see how flustered she was, and then Tic Toc grinned when Bumble waved it off. They began to leave, and Tic Toc looked at him, “Maybe we could hang out sometime? Stardust and I tend to eat at the Hayburger, you’d be welcome to join us.”

He nodded, “Sure.”

He watched as they left and then he looked at his own project. Tic Toc’s was an engineering marvel, but his own was a bit different. Originally he considered creating an Automaton to be used as a medical golem, but he found that while it was possible the Automaton was limited by its parts. Instead he began looking at other applications and what had came up with was something of a potion mixer.

The design was simple, and like Tic Toc’s mechanical marvel it had cylinders inside that told it what to do, but there was a lever on the back that had to be pulled to a certain point to determine what kind of potion it was mixing. He felt fortunate that Honeypot had discussed potion mixing with him, and from there he began to work on the idea for the Automaton. It was still early, and there was still tons of work to do, but so far he had the basic frame and the clockworks together. The biggest difference between his and Tic Toc’s was that his wasn’t completely mechanical.

There was a magical battery that powered it. I relied on magic in order function. He considered going back, putting in a coiled spring, and making it function directly from it, but the groundwork was already done. Instead he decided to keep going in the direction he was headed. Ms. Quartz had said that having magical elements would be okay, but only if it was an actual Automaton. Since that seemed to be the single biggest issue he felt confident that it would be okay.

“Bumble, you in here mate?”

He turned to see Whet. His roommate, and somepony he certainly considered a friend, walked into the lab. Whet let out a whistle as he looked around.

“Always found these things creepy boyo. Never did like being ‘round ‘em, and certainly don’t enjoy it now. What ya say ta us heading out, maybe grabbing a bite?”

Feeling a little hungry Bumble nodded, wrote down the calculations he was coming up with for the next set of movements, and walked out with Whet. He noticed that Whet looked a little distracted. His mane was still the well organized chaos it normally was, but he could see that Whet’s eyes were a thousand miles away.

“What’s on your mind?” Bumble asked.

Whet stopped, breathed and looked at the stallion he certainly considered a friend, “Mate… I got something to tell ya, and I hope ya ain’t all pissy ‘bout it.”

Bumble raised an eyebrow, “What is it?”

“Whet sighed, “A few nights ago, when I walked back with your sister, we got ta talking. I like her,” Whet licked his lips, “We ended up in bed together, and I can’t get her out of my head.”

Bumble looked at him, “You rutted my older sister?”

Whet nodded, “I did, but to be fair she started it. Bumble mate, I’ve never felt that way ‘bout a mare. I love mares, I love makin’ ‘em scream my name, but I never felt like that ‘bout one. I asked her to be my special somepony.”

Bumble laughed and Whet sighed with relief, “For a minute I was concerned.”

Bumble shook his head, “Wait until you tell mom! You’re going to have to meet her, and she’s pretty protective.”

Whet smiled, “I’ve handled a mother or two before.”

“Pegasi?”

Whet’s eyes widened, “Your mother is a Pegasus?”

Bumble nodded, “Yeah.”

“Oh Bollocks…”

The two of them walked together toward the Hayburger, and Bumble saw several royal guards heading their way. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but a moment later both he and Whet were surrounded.

“Sir Bumble, the Princess has asked that we come and retrieve you. She is prepared to inform the nation of joining your herd.”

“You’re rutting a Princess?!” Whet exclaimed.

“Ummmm…”

“Sir, Princess Luna has made it very clear that we are to ensure your safety, and retrieve you as soon as possible.”

“You’re rutting Princess Luna?! What the… Bumble is your bleeding cock magic or something?!”

Bumble blushed, and one of the guards began to push Whet to the side.

“Wait, he’s my friend.”

The Guard regarded Whet for a moment, “Very well, then the both of you need to come with us.”

Bumble sighed, “I didn’t even get a hayburger and fries…”

The Guard removed his helmet, looked at another guard and motioned toward the Hayburger. The other Guard looked at them both, “What do you want?”

Whet’s mouth went dry. The idea that the Royal Guard was going to get his meal for him seemed unreal, but he cleared his throat and tried to smile.

“Number two for me, Apple Soda, medium, please.”

Bumble wanted to crawl somewhere and disappear, “Number one, regular size, no onions… Please.”

The Guard nodded, and with that she lifted into the air flying toward the Hayburger. With their order being taken care of the rest of the Royal Guards that found them lead them toward the Palace. Bumble saw the huge group of nobles, reporters, and just regular ponies that had come out. He also saw his mother, sisters, and his herd already up near all of the Princesses. He was so ready to just go hide, to get away from this, but instead he was lead to the rest of his herd, and almost as if they had understood how he felt they hugged him.

He even felt Flagrante, the newest member of his herd, trying to comfort him. Memories of what he and Luna had done to her, for two hours, and then how Honeypot, Pinchy, and Pina welcomed her was still fresh in his mind. Luna hadn’t been lying to her. When everypony was satisfied Flagrante could barely crawl, let alone walk. He could remember the three of them, on her, using her, making her cry out their names. When the night was finished he had to help Flagrante to the bathroom so she could take a shower. She could barely stand, and while he felt a little bad, she explained that she was happy.

This was what she wanted. She wanted somepony to finally take control for her. She also explained that when he was ready she wanted to have his foal, at which point it slipped out about how Honeypot might be pregnant, which lead Flagrante’s eyes to narrow. He wasn’t sure what she did, but he remembered the effects of whatever it was later that evening.

She walked toward him, nude, wearing a red collar, a leash attached to it, and she presented it to him. When he took it she went to her knees and hands. He looekd at her, at the fishnet stockings she was wearing, the short skirt that barely covered her rump, and certainly did nothing now that she was like this, and the lack of a shirt allowing her beautiful caramel colored breasts to bounce and sway. She looked back over her shoulder at him, shaking her rump at him. He felt himself hard as he looked at the sight.

“Please, your dirty little Unicorn needs her daily dose of sperm. Give it to me? Fill my womb with it.”

He walked behind her, his hands reached down to feel that she was incredibly wet. He started to get on his knees, to eat her out, but she moaned in protest, “No, I want you inside of me, please… Fill me.”

He unbelted his dress pants, pushed them down with his soft yellow boxers, and freed his stiff member from their prison. He so wanted to be inside of her, to feel her around him. He pushed into her and felt her wonderful pussy open for him. He kept going until he felt the tip of his cervix. She grunted, pushed her hips toward him,and forced the last few inches into her wanting snatch.

A lewd moan escaped her and she shivered as he took hold of her by her cutie marks.

“Rut me… Bumble Rut me like I’m your whorse.”

He started slow, but she didn’t want that. He felt her rutting against him, each movement matched, each thrust met with one from her. He began to go harder, faster, causing her to moan and shake around his cock. He felt himself embedding himself inside of her womb on each thrust, and then he felt as her orgasm overtook her. Her pussy clenched down on his cock and he unloaded into her. She fell forward, spent, her belly bulging from the amount of sperm inside of her womb, but he didn’t feel finished. She felt him move her tail.

“My… my tailhole…” she began before she felt him pressing against it.

A wet popping sound erupted and he felt himself enter her. She let out a grunt as he pushed deeper into her. She moaned as she felt him taking her tailhole and making it his. Luna had claimed it already, but now he was. She felt his balls against her snatch, indicating that he was completely seated inside of her, and then he pulled back. She let out a soft moan that changed when she felt him thrust back into her. She grunted as his balls slapped against her, his thick cock buried in her tailhole, and she closed her eyes.

She never imagined that she would like this, that she’d be into sodomy, but she was. She loved having her tailhole stretched, she loved the feeling of having something amazingly large inside of her, and she loved the way that he made her feel. She felt his magic touching her, the wisps of the light telekinetic touch was almost tongue like as it licked down her. She moaned deeply at the feeling, and once again she felt herself pushed over the edge. She collapsed, spent, and assured that her fertilization spell had worked.

She felt confident that she was indeed carrying his foal, and she would not let her alpha hold all of the glory of carrying one of the first foals for their herd. She loved being put into her place, but her competitive nature was still there. She would have one of his foals. Perhaps only one, but at least one.

Flagrante didn’t know that Bumble began to piece things together over the next couple of days, and today, while he was a nervous wreck, standing before an ocean of ponies, he felt two of his mares that were most likely carrying his foals. He looked up at Luna as she stood after being introduced by her sister.

“Mine Subjects, it is with great pleasure that I wish to announce your Princess of the Night has found a suitor.”

A line of murmurs began to echo through the crowd, but she seemed to ignore it, “He is a gifted enchanter, a pony working toward the betterment of all Ponykind, and I believe he would do well to help serve as we serve.”

More Murmurs erupted, and finally she motioned for them all to step forward. The Murmurs turned into shouts. Some were positive but the others, mainly the nobility, were screaming about how this was no longer accepted. Luna stood there for several seconds, trying to let the crowd calm itself before finally she growled.

“BE STILL!”

The entire group of ponies went quiet from the sound of the Princess’ Royal Canterlot Voice, “This is not up for discussion! We have made our choice! None shall impede the decision made here, and by the stars we shall see the ponies that try dealt with!”

Luna’s expression was one of anger, or bitter outrage, but it was a soft touch that calmed her. She looked at Bumble, moving toward her, before her, attempting to take the brunt of what he perceived to be a threat to his herdmate, and she noticed the others doing the same. She was surrounded by those she was entering this relationship with. Celestia moved forward looking at the group before her.

“I am in support of my sister’s decision.”

Finally it was one of the nobles she’d learned to tolerate over the years that stepped forward, “It was an understanding between the nobility, and royalty, that all consorts would be at least considered from the nobility.”

A loud Guffawing erupted from one of the Lunar Pegasi. Finally she stood up, her cobalt blue mane shined as she looked at the noble.

“Ya want ta know something? We looked! All of ya weren’t good enough! Yer stallions worth a snot are already with somepony, and happy, and those that aren’t have less than a limp noodle! We weren’t lettin’ that get near the Princess! Least that stallion got a proper cock!”

Celestia quickly quieted things before looking them over, “This concludes the declaration of Princess Luna’s suitors. Thank you all for coming.”

She sighed as she turned toward them, “Lulu, we need to get Cadence, Twilight, and come up with a way of getting Blueblood to help with this. They will go along with it, but with his help we can be assured that none will try anything,” she smiled, “Our nephew simply has too much information on any of them for them, alone or collectively, to try anything.”

Majira Upepo

Bumbling through my Education

Chapter 11: Majira Upepo

Vivid jade pools watched the stallion as he smiled with the mares around him. Those same jade pools had witnessed something their owner had swore to never do. They had witnessed as she worked on a brew to show her a possible future. The potion was a mixed blessing. It allowed one to see the future, to see what could happen, but it also allowed that same being the possibility of altering it somehow. She was not a true shaman, and she never would be. That was not her path, and she accepted it. Besides, she was unsure if she could rhyme all of the time.

Her striped muzzle broke into a grin as she considered the fact that even in her thoughts she was rhyming. Still, the potion had pointed her here, to this stallion, this stallion that she understood would be deep in her snatch by the end of the day. She felt a tingle running down her spine as she watched him. He was reserved, neurotic, but there was the hints of his coming out of it. She could see how acted among those that obviously were lovers. Traces of her vision was still there.

She could see his impressive length, she could feel it sliding into her, the way he kissed her, called her his pretty mare. She absently let her right hand disappear below the elastic strap of her yoga pants. She felt odd, not wearing panties, but the vision said she would be unguarded here, that it would be ready for him, and she wanted to follow this vision. She was prepared to meet her mate, her other half, and her entire coming to Equestria had been because her older sister explained that she had seen a vision of her finding her happiness here.

Majira, steady, and walk or crawl. He is the one meant to be inside me. Do not doubt, do not pout, just go toward him, and fill his lusts to the brim.

She giggled at her thoughts again. It was tradition after all for all Zebra mares to speak in rhyme until twenty-one years time. She moved, her body under her sky blue v-neck shirt and black yoga pants was completely bare. This was something she needed, she wanted, and she so desired. She neared them and then stopped as she saw them heading toward the train. Her eyes widened in fear. She had the papers to be here, in Canterlot, but only here. She bit her lip, danced on her hooves, and finally she moved toward the end of the train, checking to see if no one was paying attention, and crawled into the caboose.

She could smell the mixture of various things inside of this train car used for mail. Tobacco, stale sweets, glue, dust, old leather, canvas, and sex. She at first thought it was her. After all she had been burying two fingers up inside of her snatch, but it wasn’t her smell. No, it was faint, almost as if from days before. The smell was certainly mare in origin, and it smelled as if it had happened earlier in the day, but she could tell very little else.

She slowly crawled into a corner, pulling her legs up around her chest, and waited as the train lurched forward. The rhythmic movement of the train began to lull her into a restful promise of sleep. She struggled against it, unwilling to let sleep take her until she could see where the one she had seen in her vision exited the train. She felt the gentle rocking of the car, the sound of the tracks under it, and the faint smells of the caboose were simply too much for her.

The jade pools that were her eyes slowly closed, and soon she found the deep blackness of sleep. Sleep, and then a dream. Her visions were something so clear, so perfect, but this put them to shame. She was lying on a bed, on one end of her was the stallion she was after, the other was one of the Princesses. Her mouth hung open as the Princess pushed a cock into her mouth, making her swallow it, and at the opposite end she felt her stallion filling her.

Her breasts bounced in time, each thrust causing her to moan lewdly in pleasure. She felt so full, and she was so relieved that she had given herself to him, and to her. Suddenly the dream switched. She was in a chamber that she’d never seen before. Before her was the Princess of the Night. She didn’t look upset, or angry, but rather her teal colored eyes looked intrigued.

“I’ve heard of the vision potion from Princess Twilight Sparkle. She had taken some from her friend, Zecora. I was unaware that it could work for any other than Alicorns.”

She bowed, giving the respect she believed the Lunar Diarch deserved.

“The potion is strongest it is true, when it is taken by one of you. But future visions it will give, to any who drink and yet still live.”

Luna’s eyes widened, “It could be a poison?”

She looked at the ground, “To one that is immortal no, it simply causes visions and makes one to the restroom, go. But to one who lives their life as a flame, it can take everything, even their name.”

Luna stepped toward her, resting a hand on her shoulder, “Then, why would you want to drink it?”

She looked at her, “My sister did drink, and her visions made me think. For if Happiness here I was to find, then perhaps visions I trust should be mine.”

Luna grinned at her, “I see. And your visions have led you to Bumble.”

She nodded and shuffled her hoof. Luna smiled and sat upon the bed, “We are going to Ponyville to speak to Princess Twilight Sparkle. While we are there Bumble is going to meet with some old friends. Collect a few things for his medical golems, and do some work. I will not hinder your chances at joining our herd. But I will explain that in order to date him, you must be willing to date us all. That is the rule sat down by my alpha, and yours should you join.”

Majira smiled softly, “Never did I expect to see, a princess accept another rule so willingly.”

Luna laughed, “The law, the rules of the land, those are still up to mine sister and myself, but in our herd, I happily submit to my alpha. She is kind, and has shown me great love. I would not have joined their herd if it was not so.”

Slowly, Luna stood, and Majira realized that both of them were completely nude. Luna stretched out a hand to her. Majira, stepped forward, seemingly a little worried, but that worry was soon dispelled as she felt the Lunar Diarch kiss her muzzle tenderly. She felt herself being seated on the edge of the bed, a gentle hand directed her to lay back, and then she felt her legs open. She gasped as she felt a tongue find her nethers.

Majira moaned as she felt the tongue, wide and powerful, move into her like a snake. She felt fingers softly grasping her thighs, and she turned her head breathing out soft moans as she continued to feel the wonderful ministrations of the Lunar Diarch. She felt her hips begin to buck forward, forcing more of Luna’s tongue into her, “Kula yangu, kula yangu huru yangu!”

Luna’s ears twitched, and no longer was she satisfied with simply making this young mare moan and squirm from her ministrations. She desperately wanted to make her orgasm all over her muzzle. She wanted to make this young mare awaken with her garments positively soaked from her orgasm, and she needed to do it soon.

She could feel the dream world she had created starting to fracture. Not because of the young mare, but because of how close they were to Ponyville. The young mare moaned over, and over, until she felt Luna separate from her. She looked up, her jade pools questioning until she saw the harness along with the massive cock appear on her.

She felt Luna’s magic lift her, turn her over, and her tail was moved out of the way. Then she felt Luna press forward. Majira felt her pussy stretch to take the massive cock, and she let out a moan she didn’t realize she was even able to hold. It sounded of love, of lust, of need, and of being so full.

She looked over her shoulder at Luna, “Mama yandu mpendwa giza!”

Luna bucked her hips pushing the remaining four inches into her making Majira cry out again. She felt hot breath at her ear, a gentle kiss, and hands on her hips and her tribal marks. The sign of the sun and the wind present on her hips, indicating her destiny, her name, her family, and all rolled into one phrase. Those hands that touched those marks gripped them, sending shudders down her spine.

“Cum for me, cum for your Night Mother.”

“AHHHH!” Luna felt the warm splash of Majira’s orgasm. She held the Zebra mare for a few moments until the orgasm was past. Gently she let go, letting the young mare’s body awaken, and she ended the dream.

Majira moaned as she awaken, the smell of sex now very present in the small confined place. She felt her yoga pants slick with her juices, and she realized that she would need to change. Unfortunately, she had not planned on taking a train out of the town she was allowed to roam freely inside of. She slowly made her way to a window, quickly looking out, and there she saw the stallion her vision had shown her.

She also saw the Princess of the Night that had welcomed her in her own way. She felt the phantom pleasure that remained inside of her. Her nethers trembled at the memories of the dream Luna had crafted for them. She bit her lip, snuck off of the train, and tried to blend in with crowd. Had this been Canterlot her plan would have worked. So many various citizens of the world traveled to Canterlot, and other major cities, that such visitors were seldom paid much attention to.

That was not the case here. Eyes turned toward her, she stood, thankful her yoga pants were black, and looked at the group of ponies looking at her. She knew right away the smell of sex would undoubtedly be upon her, but she tried to smile, appear friendly, and began to move from the train only to find a hand grasping her shoulder.

“You didn’t purchase a ticket, did you?”

She turned toward the stallion. He stood in a brown pair of Cargo pants, a dirty yellow shirt adorned his chest, a bullwhip was coiled up on his side, and a brown felt Fedora adorned his head. His chin had the makings of a beard, and he looked angry. She tried to break loose, but his grip tightened, “No Ticket!”

“Please no harm I mean you, but Please no harm to me do!”

He began to pull her back when something stopped him. The magical light was golden, and it slowly pulled her from his grasp. In place of her six bits floated into his hand.

“Please, that’s enough for the trip, maybe just this once you can overlook it?”

He looked at the stallion, rolled his eyes, and stepped back onto the train.

“At least it wasn’t snakes. I hate snakes.”

Released, and now facing the stallion she so desired, Majira felt a combination of things. One of which was the faint idea of hiding. She knew that he, and his mares, most likely smelled the scent of sex upon her. She shuffled a bit before he gave her a slight grin and walked toward her. Behind him she could see the understanding face of Princess Luna, the smile there wasn’t mean spirited, but rather it seemed inviting.

She stood, uncertain of what to say, or what to do, but instead she found the gentle hands of this stallion taking her own. He didn’t look upset, or unsettled, and he didn’t seem judgemental. Instead he seemed kind.

“We’ve got a few things to do, but you’re welcome to come along. I think that you’re about my sister’s size, well, my older sister, and I’m fairly sure she won’t mind if we stop by our house, get you some clothes to wear, and wash those. That is if you want.”

She nodded, not finding the words to answer him with.

“Bumble, beloved, I fear that I must go to the castle. Mine Sister, Cadence and her family, and a portion of the guard have already went there,” Luna said before she kissed his cheek, “However, I would be thrilled for you to help this mare. She’s special, and I believe interested in all of us.”

Majira blushed heavily as Luna turned and walked with several of the guards, leaving five to escort them to Bumble’s home in Ponyville. Majira seemed on edge, slightly, until they got closer to the house. Once there Bumble smiled at the guards following them, “Ummm… you’re all welcomed to come inside, but if you don’t mind try not to mess up mom’s stuff. She worked really hard to get everything.”

There was a collection of nods, and the group stepped into the house. Flagrante wasn’t exactly sure what she expected, but the charming little home wasn’t exactly it. There was nothing wrong with it, and it certainly helped put some things into perspective. Bumble was kind, good natured, and sweet because of who he was, and how he was brought up. Just standing in the living room she could feel the sense of home and security here.

This was a Pegasus’ home. It felt welcoming, but at the same time there was evidence of nesting throughout the home itself. It added to the charm of the small two story house. She felt somepony grab her tail, and she let out a soft lewd moan. Her eyes turned toward Pina who was smiling. She rolled her eyes before she felt it again and she leaned forward, pressing her rump out. She felt the Earth Pony touching her dock, moving toward her tailhole, and she bit her lip. She waited, expecting to feel her pant suit removed, to be eaten out right there, in front of everypony, but instead Pina stopped.

Flagrante let out a soft whimpering moan of displeasure. She so wanted her new lovers, any of them, all of them, especially Bumble, to use her. Instead Pina leaned against her, her hand finding Flagrante’s silk blouse, moving it out of her black pinstriped dress pants, and she her fingers brushed against the bare breast that waited, and longed for, Bumble’s touch. Pina’s warm breath floated over Flagrante’s ear.

“Want me to continue?”

Flagrante nodded, “Yes, please…”

Her legs were rubbing together, gently massaging the inner walls of her love tunnel. She felt Pina’s fingers tracing the outline of her sex, her eyes were ready to roll into the back of her head, she was ready for this, and she wanted it to keep happening.

“Help me convince Bumble to bring her,” she pointed to Majira, “Into the herd.”

Flagrante looked confused at her, “She’s interested in us, she obviously wants to join us, and besides that, I know that Pinchy thinks she beautiful. And honestly, I’d love to see Bumble fuck her silly.”

Flagrante had to agree that seeing Bumble bending that Zebra over the counter, ramming his massive cock up into her, hearing her cry out in her native language, it sounded like a wonderful way to spend what started as a rather mundane trip. Oh, there was certainly some business to attend to while she was here. One of the few stores she did business within more rural areas was Barnyard Bargains. She had received more than enough business from Spoiled Rich to warrant the agreement, but she had noticed a nice spike in her business after agreeing to allow Spoiled to sell a limited selection of Bad Gryphon toys at her location.

It was an equally beneficial arrangement. She was able to sell to ponies that enjoyed walking into a shop and purchasing the toy of their choice, but might not want to take a trip to Canterlot just to get a toy, and Spoiled was able to enjoy a discount on all of the merchandise that she decided to order. She’d heard that Spoiled’s husband, Filthy, was a little against the idea at first, but since there was no further complaints she assumed that he became fine with it after seeing the rise in profits.

She knew that for most ponies, not all naturally, but most, a little extra jingle in their pockets often made all of the difference in the world. Still, they would, from what Luna said, be here at least three days. During which the University found itself getting four days off for study, and relaxation, and her employees at Bad Gryphon were more than capable of handling the mundane day to day sales.

That left today wide open for some debauchery with her herd. She personally so no reason not to include the zebra mare. Her eyes went to Bumble as he showed the younger mare where the clothes washer was, and a quick look at it told her that for a Hearth’s Warming present to her future mother-in-law a newer, and far better, washing machine needed to be purchased. She could easily see that it was an old model, most likely removed from a different house because it simply used too much energy, only washed in cold water, and seemed to be worn out in places.

Bumble felt Flagrante’s eyes on him as he showed Majira the washing machine. To help out he took to doing most of the laundry at home, when he was here, and he knew right away that the machine tended to be fairly temperamental. Especially when it came to the wringer. Majira paid attention as he explained it, and then he turned on the valve for the hot water. It began to fill the open tub with the long black agitator right in the middle. Bumble grabbed the powder detergent, and he turned back to see Majira stripping off. His eyes widened at the beautiful sight before him.

She was fit, but there was jiggly parts in the right places. Her breasts were just more than handfuls, her plump rump certainly drew his attention, and he stood there uncertain of what to do. She handed him her clothes, her creamy jade eyes looking him over. He gave a small smile, quickly put them into the washing machine, activated the mana battery, and watched as it began to come to life. He put the lid on it, and then looked back at her.

He expected her to cover herself, or look away, but instead she moved closer. The smell of sex, cinnamon, and mint practically flowed off of her. She touched his face with her hands, and he felt her kiss him. It was tender, sweet, and then he felt her arms around his neck. His arms moved around her waist, pulling her against him, and she let out a small surprised gasp as she felt the thickness of his cock against her. She looked at him, her face full of lust and worry. Finally she looked down.

“Visions I have of you, It is you I love, I do, but monster I almost fear, for I doubt it can fit in my rear.”

There was a small snicker, and she looked over her shoulder at Pina and Flagrante.

“Trust me, it will fit, and Bumble will be careful and loving. If you’re okay with it, and Bumble wants to, I believe we would like to watch.”

Majira nodded, knowing that she had to date all of them. The next few minutes found her in a room, with a bed that just barely big enough for two ponies. She looked at Bumble as he undressed, his massive cock springing up, and part of her wanted to run out of the room. She wasn’t lying when she said she was afraid. He was her first. She worried if it would fit, if it could fit, but instead of running she laid back.

She felt her legs open, and she felt his tongue going to work on her. Luna had been skilled, she knew how to make her feel good, but Bumble, while not as skilled, was doing everything in his power to make her feel at ease. She moaned as she felt his tongue going deep into her, and she let out a soft moan as his magic began to gently tug at her nipples. Her head turned toward to door to see four of the five mares she would be sharing him with. She could see them getting undressed, their hands pleasuring one another, and she let out a soft moan as she felt his magic split. Her nipples were still getting attention, making it harder to resist the euphoric feelings he was giving her, but then she felt something gently probing her tailhole. She let out a soft moan as he pulled away, and she looked at it, at the massive dong that was about to split her nethers for the first time.

He pressed against her, and she sucked in her breath as he began to push into her. Bumble felt himself slowly sliding into her, and then he felt resistance. It was barely there, just barely, and he pulled back out and thrust forward. She let out a shrill cry and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. Her legs went around him, and he felt her trembling.

“If you want to stop, we will,” he whispered soothingly to her, his hands gently rubbing against her back.

She shook her head, and she felt him slowly moving again. The pain was leaving her, and she began to feel what her aunt had told her was the most wonderful feeling in the world. She began to grunt as he thrust into her, each thrust fitting more of his cock into her. Finally she felt his balls against her rump, and she realized that she had that entire monster inside of her. She felt so full, so amazingly full, and part of her realized that she wanted to feel this way for the rest of her life.

She wanted, no needed to feel Bumble inside of her as often as she could get him to fill her. She closed her eyes, loving the experience he was giving her, feeling the lust and love she had seen in her vision. What Princess Luna had done wetted her appetite, but it did nothing to satisfy it. She realized now that the satisfaction she would need, and want, would come from Bumble’s massive cock inside of her.

She could feel him, in her womb, and she let out a soft moan as he got close.

“Please,” she moaned, “Fill me.”

He didn’t hold back, and she felt her womb fill with his life giving seed. Her belly pooched out as her womb filled to capacity and then some. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, hanging lazily off to the side. She could see the others, moving toward the bed, and she felt herself being kissed. A husky voice, full of need, whispered in her ear, “Welcome to our herd.”

She didn’t realize how long she was loved, but she did know when it was done. Her entire body felt crusty. She was sandwiched in between ponies, and she felt Bumble behind her. His arm around her, his massive cock sandwiched inside of her rump, but not in her tailhole. She felt loved, accepted, and happy. Her sister’s vision was true. She did find happiness here, but it was strange. Her vision also included a Pegasus. She was light yellow, with a white mane that was in a Prench Braid, and green eyes just a shade darker than her own. She hadn’t seen her, and she wondered, if perhaps it was simply a herd member they hadn’t found yet.

Author's Note

(AN: Big thanks to Adeste for going over the previous chapters and editing them. I'm going to be going back through and putting the edited chapters up before too long. Although I wanted to get this chapter out today. Thanks everybody to reading, favoring, and liking this story.

Edit: Super Thanks to Adeste for going ahead and editing this chapter for us! Thank you Adeste!)

Bonus Scene # 9 Cakes Pies and Sandwiches

Bumbling through my Education

Bonus Scene

Cakes, Pies and Sandwiches

Cup Cake sighed as she finished up the last layer of the cake that Princess Twilight had ordered. She knew the Princesses were meeting here, in Ponyville, but she didn’t understand the reason for all of it. Only that it had to do with Princess Luna’s suitor, which happened to be Bumble Hooves. She stopped and shook her head. She wasn’t jealous, or angered, although she had heard that practically every noble in Canterlot had pitched a fit over it.

Donut Joe, her cousin twice removed on her mother’s side, had told her the entire thing. He stated that everypony was practically getting torches and pitchforks ready. He didn’t see the problem. If Princess Luna wanted to date that stallion, let her. If she wanted to join a herd, let her, and he didn’t see any harm in it at all. What worried her was her own little colt. Well, to call Pound a little colt was unkind.

Pound was fourteen years old now. So was Pumpkin, and she was tolerating Pumpkin dating that Rumble. She still didn’t know how Pumpkin had made it sound like a good idea for her to date a colt that was old enough to start college classes. She explained that their dates had better be nothing more than holding hands, a few kisses on the cheek or muzzle, and no jiggly or dangly parts getting brought out and played with.

But with Pound it was different. Flurry Heart was actually a little younger than he was. Not much, she was thirteen while he was fourteen, but if the nobles were pitching a fit over Bumble and Princess Luna then what were they going to do over Flurry and Pound? The business would be okay, she knew that, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted her colt to have to deal with ponies being so spiteful.

She felt somepony grabbing her tail, and before she could say a word that somepony pulled it. She let out a lewd moan, almost falling face first into the cake she was making. She looked over her shoulder at Carrot who was smiling that cute grin of his when they were alone.

“Honeybun, nopony else is here.”

She felt his hands moving across her dress covered rump. The material was being lifted, and she went from ensuring the cake in front of her was a masterpiece to holding onto the counter.

“C..Carrot, we… hee hee, stop, we need to finish this cake.”

She felt her panties being moved to the side, his finger slipping into her wet folds, and she presented her rump to him more. With all of the orders, and extra work, they’d picked up in the last few weeks neither of them had been able to really satisfy the other. Typically she was so tired when she went to bed that she told him to just be gentle, but he could do what he wanted.

She married a gentlestallion, because he said that he wanted to feel good enough to want to do it too. So here, they were, his finger, no two fingers, were inside of her wet love tunnel, her breathing had become panting, and she was practically rutting herself on his hand. She felt his other hand move around the front, and she felt him lightly groping her through the top of her dress. She moaned, bit her lip and forced herself to step away from him.

He looked like he’d done something wrong, but her response was to untie her apron. She laid it on the counter, next to the cake, and then she unbuttoned the top of her dress, until it was ready to slide down. She slid it off of her shoulders, showing her pudgy belly, something he caressed softly. She let out a soft moan, pushed the dress, and her panties, down and then stepped out of them. Finally she unhooked her bra and removed it. She went to her knees, unbuckled his belt, opened his pants, and found her prize.

Carrot might not be huge, but he wasn’t the smallest she’d ever seen. She licked him, took him into her mouth, and began to worship the cock that had given her two wonderful foals. She began to suckle on his wonderful rod, her hands gently holding and kneading his balls, and then she took him into her throat. Carrot almost fell back, but instead his hands reached for her head, finding her mane, and intertwining into it. He felt her giving him a world class blow job, his wife was making him feel wonderful, and after a moment she stood up. Without hesitation he went behind her, giving her wonderful foal hole the same attention and love she had given him. He moaned into her, the stiffness of his cock was something he couldn’t ignore, and finally he stood up behind her, his cock pressing against her.

“Yes,” she moaned.

He pressed into her, and that’s when they heard a bed walking across the floor upstairs. Neither of them wanted to stop, but both of them realized that they weren’t as alone as they thought. They tried to be quiet, but Cup’s moans began to rise in volume. She had no idea that upstairs Pinkie and Cheese were attempting to be quiet as well.

“Fill my Party cannon Cheese!” Pinkie cried out as she rode the stallion that she claimed. It felt so good to be able to be with him again, to feel him inside of her, and she desperately hoped that she was still in heat. ‘Cause she promised Strawberry Creamcheese Pie a baby brother or sister, and she made a Pinkie Promise, which nopony, even her, broke.

The sounds of the moans from downstairs hit their ears, and the both of them looked at each other.

“Okay, keep going, but we got to be super duper, extra special quiet,” she whispered.

He nodded and once more he felt her riding him. She said to be quiet, to not make a noise, but he knew her, and Pinkie was soon grabbing her breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples and before long she was crying out and moaning. His own hands were tied to her bed with streamers, and his mouth was gagged with ball gag kazoo. He felt himself so close, so ready, and then the door busted open.

“Pinkie! We…. Oh CELESTIA SORRY! SORRY!!!” Pumpkin shouted as she slammed the door shut.

Cheese lost it and came inside of his special somepony who collapsed on top of him.

“Cheesie, didn’t we send them over to the Hayburger with Strawberry Cream?” Pinkie puffed out as she panted.

“Ymmmp, wmmph dmmph!”

She breathed out in a shaky voice, “Thought so… I think that Pound just got me back for breaking up his, I’m about to lose my V-Card party.”

You're gonna LOVE ME!!!!

Bumbling through my Education

Chapter 12: You’re gonna LOVE ME!

Visiting Ponyville again was actually pretty nice. Bumble had a chance to catch up with Button, unfortunately he caught up with him while Button was deep inside of Sweetie Belle’s tailhole. He stood there, looking at the two of them, Button looking surprised, but Sweetie’s alabaster face turning a bright pink.

“GET OUT!”

Hearing her shout at him Bumble did the one thing he knew to do. He darted out of the room. It was great that Button had his own place, that he was writing scripts for new games that were coming out, but at the same time he would have thought that Button would lock his door. It wasn’t like he didn’t knock. He did, several times, but Button never answered. He had worried that his friend might be in trouble, and so he rushed in, and what he found was Button and Sweetie enjoying one another.

He sighed, and walked outside, closing the door behind him, and decided that he’d speak to Button later. He could see the two guards sent to keep an eye on him, and silently he wondered if this was just something he was going to have to get used to. He didn’t want to bring it up, but it felt so unnecessary here in Ponyville. There wasn’t anypony that he knew of that wanted to do him harm, or would want to do any pony harm. Oh, there was the occasional monster attack, but those didn’t always happen, and usually when they did it was something simple that got rid of them.

He had wanted to let Button know he was here, and since it was obvious that Button knew he figured that he could just walk around a bit. He didn’t pay much attention until he stumbled into somepony and they both took a spill. He looked up at the light yellow Pegasus he had met when he had first left Ponyville.

“Hey!” she giggled as she got up and helped him to his hooves, “How are you?!”

He felt her pull him into a hug, and once more he felt her leg brushing the length of his cock. At least now he wasn’t as embarrassed about it. He returned the hug, but resisted the temptation of letting himself feel of more than just her back. Her wings closed around him, and he felt her snuggling against him.

“How have you been?”

She kept her head in the crook of his neck, enjoying the closeness, loving that he wasn’t trying to get away or being a snob. He was nice, and that meant quite a bit to her. She wasn’t a strong flyer, and unfortunately that meant that most Pegasi didn’t see her as proper dating material. There was Earth Ponies, but most of the stallions had a special somepony.

“I’m okay,” she finally relied while she enjoyed the closeness, “I don’t work for the train station anymore though.”

She finally broke the embrace that he was sweet enough to have let her have.

“What happened?”

She sighed, “I was getting all cramped, and nopony would let me step out and take breaks so I could stretch my wings, and finally I got annoyed, opened that little door, and stretched them out,” she giggled, “Unfortunately I did it while Ms Smokey Quartz happened to be walking by. My wing slapped her in the face and she thought it was on purpose. So… I got fired.”

Bumble shook his head, “Sorry to hear that. Any luck finding a new job?”

She shrugged, “Not yet, but that’s okay. I’m sure there’s a few jobs that I can do.”

He was about to say something when his stomach decided to announce that it was time for food. He grinned sheepishly at her.

“I was thinking about going to the Hayburger, want to go?”

He smiled at the invitation, and nodded. They walked together and he noticed how her mane was in a Prench braid. It looked charming on her, especially the way she had it on her shoulder. He saw the two guards, a Pegasus and Unicorn following behind. His own family, all of them, were back as well. Princess Luna asked them to attend the meetings and give their input as to what they believed would be of assistance.

He’d been to one of the meetings, and after his magic had been used to make Luna quietly orgasm at the meeting table, he’d been told that he could attend, but it would not be a requirement. Of course this was by Princess Celestia, and he greatly took the hint. She was fine with her sister having a special somepony, she was not fine with seeing her sister’s O face.

The two walked into the Hayburger, and Bumble took a moment to see what it was that Cumulus was wearing. The dress was a soft green one, it seemed snug, and certainly it hugged her features quite well. They took an order and sat together, the guard not far from where they were.

“Guess that I kind of missed it, huh?”

He saw the sad look on her face, “Missed what?”

She sighed, took a bite of one of her fries, and then looked at him with a sad smile.

“You are so nice, and that day, I wanted to ask you out,” she smiled sadly, “But I knew you were in a hurry, and besides, I saw how awkward you were.”

She giggled, “Somepony saw what I saw, and they claimed you, and then they were willing to share you.”

He grinned at her, “She was, and I’m glad that she convinced me of it. I never realized what it could mean, to be in a herd, to know what it was like to be so loved,” he gave a small laugh, “It’s not that I wasn’t loved. I was, obviously, but I didn’t realize that my life could be like this.”

She leaned toward him, and he saw her wings starting to stiffen out, “Would… Could I date your herd?”

A throat cleared, and several of the ponies stopped what they were doing. Bumble looked to see Luna, Honeypot, Flagrante, Majira, Pina, and Pinchy standing there. But not a one of them looked upset. Instead they moved inside only to have the employees scrambling to get another table to slide up to the one Bumble and Cumulus was sitting at.

“I don’t think that it would hurt anything for you to date us,” Honeypot said with a smile, “Although with our herd you will be dating all of us.”

Cumulus smiled, “I can do that.”

The owner of the Hayburger brought their order, praising Princess Luna for visiting his humble restaurant, and after their meal was finished the group began walking toward Twilight’s castle since she insisted that they stay there. A look at the study revealed that Twilight was fast into her work as Princess, but she had two other ponies in there with her.

The sounds of the three of them going at each other hadn’t been lost on any of the herd walking toward their own room. Luna smiled, an understanding that the older ways were indeed coming back. That felt right, it felt secure to know that how things had once been was on the rise once again. Cumulus looked at the massive bed, and she could smell the sex that taken place in here.

She looked at Bumble, swallowed her nervousness, and kissed him. She felt his hands touch her wings, gently stroking them, and they shot out. She moaned into the kiss, pulled back and untied the top of her dress, letting it fall to the ground. She wanted him, no needed him, inside of her. She looked at his eyes, drinking in her form, and her own vision began to haze with a sort of love filled madness that only a horny Pegasus could get.

Most ponies didn’t realize it, but mating was different from Pegasi. It was fun, putting cocks inside of the love tunnel was always fun, but with Pegasi it had more meaning. She couldn’t explain it, but there was things they said to each other when they mated. Things that other ponies didn’t always understand. She hoped that since he said his mother was a Pegasus he’d understand what it meant. Without another word she grabbed his vest, ripping it open, his shirt came off with a shower of buttons, and his pants were thrust down quicker than he could fully understand.

He expected to please her, to do what he had done for the others, but what he got was her kissing and licking his cock. Her mouth went over, it, and he realized that there was four mares in his herd that were exceptional at this. Honeypot, Luna, Pina, and now Cumulus. He felt her sucking him into her waiting muzzle. Her tongue moved in ways he couldn’t even begin to understand, and he watched as Pina got behind her. They went to bed, Cumulus giving him a blowjob that was well past what he expected while Pina was currently licking her from behind.

He saw Luna smiling at him, already out of her dress, and her thighs were moving over his face. He saw her most wonderful snatch, one he was determined to use to create life, and he began to lick her. He heard his mare moaning, she leaned forward, and he felt Cumulus take more into her mouth, practically going into her throat.

“Like that… Service your stallion like that… Oh Bumble…”

He felt the bed move, the sounds of harnesses tightening, flesh slapping, and of Flagrante moaning in delight. He could hear how everypony around him was sounding so completely enthralled with one another. He didn’t notice the yellow magic that closed the door, enveloped the room, and cast a soundproofing spell on it. Nor did he notice the Solar Diarch shaking her head, and walking with the Princess of Love toward the study of the Princess of Friendship. His only concern was over his mares, over his herd.

Slowly the group began to shift, and he found himself alone with Cumulus. The soft yellow Pegasus on top of him, her wings spread wide open, her smallish breasts bouncing as she rode him. She was tight, exceptionally so, and he could feel the walls of her pussy clamping down on him as she rode him. She leaned forward, catching his muzzle in a kiss. He felt her tongue enter his mouth, and so many flavors were there. He could taste her, his seed, Pina’s arousal Luna’s sweet taste, but he focused on her. She moaned into the kiss, his hands finding her hips, her cutiemarks, and squeezing them. She let out a small squeal, and he loosened his grip.

Cumulus knew he had to understand, he had to because he was doing everything right. He was paying attention to her, taking care of her needs, taking it slow, not just ramming it straight into her. He was making love to her, not just rutting her. She broke the kiss and let loose a moan that had been building. She felt her orgasm, the fifth so far, overtake her, and she nearly fell off of his cock. Which she knew would have been a feat in and of itself.

She looked at those golden eyes, and she saw something she’d hoped for. She saw love, for her, for the others, and she wanted to return it. She began riding him harder, determined to love him like a Pegasus would. She wanted to give him what he needed, and she felt his huge cock twitching inside of her. She was going to get filled with his foal batter, and she wanted him to. It was the tail end of it, she knew that, but she was still in heat. It was part of why she was so agreeable to this, but that didn’t matter now. What mattered, all that mattered, was being with him. She slammed down once more and she felt him erupt inside of her. She twitched, leaned forward and hugged him.

Luna looked at the collection around her. Bumble had attracted mates from every common tribe. Unicorns, Pegasi, and Earth Ponies, and of course she was with him. Majira added in an outer element, and she knew, somehow, that soon there would likely be a Lunar Pegasus, perhaps a Gryphon, and even a Minotaur joining them.

It felt right, that it should be this way. A herd not just of ponies, but of all beings that shared this world. She smiled at him, and at their newest lover. Like the others she snuggled as close as she could, determined to feel his body against her.

The night was filled with a pile of ponies, Bumble being the one stuck on the bottom, which was both a blessing and a curse. It was a blessing because it left him warm, but a curse since it meant he would be the last up. As the night ended, and the day begun, Bumble found himself up, stretching, and roaming the halls. He heard something, something in the distance, but paid no mind to it, or he didn’t until he heard her voice.

“BUMBLE! YOU’RE GONNA LOVE ME!!!”

He turned, and there was Cumulus, with an insane glint in her eyes. She was stark nude, her mane was disheveled, and soon she was rushing down the hall toward him. Freaking out, since he’d never seen this before, he rushed away, running down the halls, uncertain of what was going on, and hoping to Celestia that his dick didn’t turn Cumulus into some kind of cockicidal maniac.

He rushed into a room, saw Rainbow Dash there, and noticed how confused she was.

“GET BACK HERE AND LOVE ME!”

She smiled a sly smile, “Well, looks like you bedded a Pegasus the way she needed bedded.”

“What’s going on?!” he asked.

She rolled her eyes, “Guess that your mom didn’t tell you about how she was toward your Dad huh?”

He shook his head.

She grinned at him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, “See, when you mate with a Pegasus, and they feel that connection, they just sort of want to lay claim to you. If you’re in a herd they’re usually okay with that. Cause, the Herd belongs to them too, but that,” she pointed to his cock, “Is hers and she wants it. So, the only thing to do is buck up, and take it like a stallion.”

With that she pushed him out of the room, “He’s down here!”

He turned toward the room to see the door close.

“Wait!”

“BUMBLE! LOVE ME!”

He felt the tackle as she rode him to the ground, he couldn’t even argue as his pants were pulled down, his cock freed, and her uncovered slit above his face. He felt her taking him into her mouth, her slit pressed against his muzzle, and he began to have a minor freakout about doing this in the middle of a hallway.

He felt her move again, her cheek nuzzling against him as she pressed her well fucked pussy down his shaft. She cooed softly, her wings covering him, and she began to ride him slowly, building a tempo. He didn’t want to say much, but last night she had been rough enough that it felt like she was going leave bruises. This morning wasn’t helping anything, and he heard hoofsteps coming down the hall. He silently wished that Discord, spirit of Chaos, would decide to play a prank and make everypony go to sleep, or change the color of sky, or something that would make ponies not be nearby. Instead he heard a gasp.

“Not here,” the voice said.

Suddenly there was a flash, and they were in the bedroom once again. He looked at Luna, who had teleported them, and sighed as he felt Cumulus doing everything she could to please him. He looked toward Luna who didn’t seem at all upset, or offended, but rather she seemed quite amused. Realizing that he was entertainment for one of his mares he decided to go along with this, and let Cumulus have as much fun as she wanted.

He didn’t know how long she was on top of him how long they were like that, but he did understand that she was being far more gentle than she had been before. He felt her thrusts as delicate and rhythmic as a gentle summer rain. She clenched down on him, for just a moment, and then she laid down on him, her wings covering him. He felt her nuzzing against him, and her gentle snores began to fill the air.

Luna took a seat nearby, and gently touched Bumble’s cheek.

“What… What’s going on?”

She smiled, “Pegasi mating,” she kissed him, “She’s accepted you as her stallion, all of us as her sister wives.”

He looked a little confused, “Should something happen to you she might see somepony else, but they will never be you,” there was sadness that crossed Luna’s face, “They will never measure up, no matter how good they are. She’s given her heart to you beloved, as I have done, and as all of us have done.”

He smiled, “Like I gave mine to all of you.”

She returned his smile with one of her own, “Yes, exactly. Rest now my beloved.”

She got up, and walked toward the meeting room. The rest of her herd had left. Flagrante had business with the owners of a store here, her alpha, and a few others, were going with Mother Derpy Hooves, and she… She was meeting with her sister. She looked over her shoulder to see Majira.

“Do you wish to accompany me?”

“It is true, that I do,” she replied as she neared her, “Does our new bride, still our husband ride?”

Luna laughed, “Yes, it would appear that it is her decision to mate with him as a Pegasus should.”

Majira grinned, “I see, and you would also I believe.”

Luna gave a small smile as they entered into the meeting room, “I would. It is part of my nature to do so. Come, let us hear of Princess Twilight’s encounter.”

Majira shook her head. “Despite the size of our crowd, their mating sounds were loud!”

Author's Note

(AN: So, for those of you who were guessing that Cumulus was going to join this herd, you were right. It was pretty well planned earlier on that she would be joining. Again, thanks for reading, favoring, and commenting.

-RJP)

Bonus Scene # 10 It's me again Twilight

Bumbling through my Education

Bonus Scene

It’s Me again Twilight

Twilight sighed as she prepared for the night. The week had been something of an occasion. Celestia, Luna, Cadence, Shining Armor, and Flurry heart were all here. Thankfully she had finished her project a couple of weeks before Celestia came to Ponyville. With the right development she believed that her phonic-communication-devices, or phones as Mayor Mare called them, would be a wonderful addition to the communication matrix across Equestria. It was already making things easier in Ponyville. Although, she was having some issues with attempting to get the Pegasi living in the clouds connected.

Still things were working out, and she yawned as she prepared for bed. It was already well past midnight, and she had an early morning tomorrow. Plus, her insisting that everypony stay here was both a blessing and a curse. She had learned that without a soundproofing spell the castle tended to echo things. Hearing Luna scream, “Rutt me in the Tailhole!” wasn’t exactly something she wanted to hear all night.

So a nice sound proofing spell later, and she was ready to get some sleep. As she began to sleep an Apple farmer and his fiancee sat in Berry Punch’s tavern drinking. Rainbow slumped across the table and looked at the stallion she was with. She was lucky, happy, and more than a little tipsy.

“M..Mac, ya ever think of herdin’ like… Buck, like Luna is?”

“Eeeeyup, Cheerilee didn’t like the idea. Wasn’t inta munchin’ mare muffin.”

Rainbow giggled, “Why.. Why did ya marry her anyway? She acts like she’s got a stick rammed up her plot.”

Mac sighed, “Ah loved her. Ah loved her something fierce Rainbow, but she was always a jealous pony. When she thought Ah was ruttin’ Berry she started callin’ me things, shoutin’ at me, saying that Ah wanted to bring a taillifter into our marriage. It hurt.”

She leaned forward and kissed him, “Sorry, if you want to bring Berry in, I don’t mind.”

He laughed, “Naw, and ya’d be all kinds of surprised, and maybe a little upset, at who Ah thought about.”

She leaned, back, “Tell me..”

The hours past, Rainbow was still giddy over what they were doing. She had convinced him it was a good idea to call her, and together they were stumbling down the street. Big Mac looked at the phone booth. It was something new to Ponyville, well newer, and he knew that Twilight had been the one to implement its use. Thinking of the bookish Princess made him smile. She was jiggly in the right places, she was smart, and she was somepony he certainly wanted to get to know better.

It was already three in the morning, had he been more of a sober mind he'd realized that what he was preparing to do would possibly be seen as upsetting, and he certainly would have had the good decorum to wait until later in the day when the Princess had her rest. Instead, he stumbled toward the phone booth, opened it, and dialed the number.

'brrring, brrring, brrring'

"wha?"

Twilight rubbed her eyes, her head barely lifting off of the pillows.

'Brrrring, brrrring, brrring'

She looked at the phone, worry struck her. The only way somepony would be calling this late would be if there was an emergency. She used her magic, lifted the phone, and listened to the heavy breathing.

"Hello?"

"Twilight?"

The voice sounded slurred, she hoped from sleep.

"Yes?"

She could almost hear the drunken smile on the other end.

"It's me Twilight. Are ya nak’d?"

Her eyes went wide.

"Who is this?!"

"Ah bet ya are. Bet that yer plumb nude under yer blanet... Ya, rubbing one out already?"

"Wh..WHAT?!"

Her wings went stiff as she heard the voice.

"Ya sound so sexy Twilight, I'd like ta fill your cooch and tailhole up with apple icecream and just eat it all out."

Her eyes went wide, her mouth feel open, and she heard the line disconnect. She sat there trying to process what she heard. Rainbow laughed as she heard him disconnect from the magically powered line. She leaned on Big Mac with a huge smile. “We’ve got to do this again!”

Twilight, sitting in her castle, contacted one of Luna’s guards, explained what happened, and the guard quickly asked the questions to find out if anypony could trace who did it. Twilight informed her that Written Script, who worked in Town Hall, had helped set this up, and he would be able to trace the magical signatures back to their sources.

“Okay, if he calls again, we’ll have Written here, and he can trace it.”

Twilight nodded, relaxed, and looked at the phone. It wasn’t meant for that! She finally got back to sleep, and the next day she went about with the meetings needed for the Princesses. Discussions on herding being a viable choice now that royalty had so easily taken to it. In the back of her mind she thought about the phone, the call she received, and how much it had bothered her, and well… slightly aroused her. Hearing that stallion talk so plainly to her felt dirty, and a little fun, but it wasn’t what they were created for.

The day had come to an end once more, and once more she cast the soundproofing spell after hearing Luna screaming about rutting her tailhole, make her his whorse, and Faust knew what else. She honestly never expected Luna to be the one that was so… vocal. She saw Written Script, along with his bride Carrot Top.

“Princess, if it’s okay, our…. Part of our herd would like to come after she closes her shop.”

She looked at them, “You’ve got a herd?”

They nodded, “Yes, we were keeping it quiet, what with it not being common, but since Princess Luna is openly in a herd we felt it could be better accepted,” Carrot Top replied as she shuffled her hooves.

“It’s fine.”

“Thank goodness, I’ll let Berry Punch know,”Carrot Top said before she turned and left.

The hours clicked on and then Twilight heard the sound of the phone again.

‘Brrrring, Brrrring, Brrrring!’

She lifted it.

“Hello?”

“It’s me again Twilight… ya naked?”

She sat there, “No, and who is this?”

“It’s me Twilight. Ah wanna come over there, the both of us do, and we wanna rut ya so silly that ya cain’t even form words no more.”

She felt herself getting wet, but she shook her head, “Listen, this is not what these were created for.”

“Ah wanna fill yer womb so full that ya got a bump where mah foal is gonna be.”

Her eyes widened, her mouth fell open.

“I..I…”

“Gonna make ya scream out mah name over and over again, and Ah’m a gonna rut that pretty tailhole of yers right until ya cain’t sit right.”

“Got it!” Written shouted.

The line went dead and she looked. It was a phone booth about a block away from the tavern.

“Good, we’ll station some guards in the dark, catch this fool when he does this again.”

Twilight looked at the Lunar Pegasus, and shuffled in the bed. She didn’t want to say that it had been a good long while since she had felt a pony inside of her. Still, she didn’t argue with them. Instead she wanted to see this stallion that was talking to her, like this, over what was supposed to be a communication’s breakthrough for all of Equestria.

Once more the day went by, though Twilight had heard that Cadence had to have a talk with Flurry. She understood that it was over a colt, and Flurry apparently attempted to bed him. She shivered as she thought about that.

How could a filly like Flurry get the idea that rutting a stallion was the way to get his attention?

Of course she had no way of knowing that Flurry had grown up around her parents rutting all over the Crystal Palace, in the courtyard, near the Crystal Heart, on the train, and Faust only knew where they had in her own castle. She was thankfully oblivious to that. She sighed, not sure if her nocturnal caller would be calling again, but almost as if clockwork the phone rang again.

‘Brrrring, brrrrring, Brrrring!’

She lifted it, “Hello?”

“Mah dick’s hard fer ya Twilight.”

“Tell her you want to rut her with me on top of her!” a raspy voice she knew all too well said in the background.

“RAINBOW?!”

“Ummmm… No….”

There was a commotion, and then she heard guards grunting. “They got me Twilight! Ah figure ya ain’t gonna miss me, not really, but Ah’m gonna miss ya. And when Ah get out Ah’m a gonna come over with some applebutter, Applejack’s toy, and Rainbow. We’ll have a good old time!”

She got out of her bed when the line disconnected, and instead of putting on her royal regalia, she undressed from her pajamas, found a lavender silk nightie that Rarity had made her, and she slipped it on, allowing it to stay open on the front, showing the tuff of dark purple, with a pink stripe, hair that was just above her vagina. She waited for the guards to appear, and she walked toward the door of her room. She heard them, in the hall, and she threw the door open. The guards stopped, seeing the Princess standing there.

She saw Big Mac, Rainbow Dash, and she smiled.

“Guards, I will take care of this.”

The guards released them, and she brought them both into her bed chambers. Rainbow looked at the floor, “We...We was jest…”

“Rainbow an Ah wanna herd. Ah always liked ya.”

She looked at him, dropped the nightie, and his green eyes widened.

“You made some promises, fulfill them.”

She felt him lift her into his powerful arms. Arms that made her feel secure, and she felt him place her onto her bed. She looked at Rainbow who was smiling, getting undressed, and then she looked at Big Mac as he finished. His cock larger than average, and she let out a moan as it touched her. She felt him slip inside of her, and thrust until he was balls deep. He backed out a little, and then once more he was buried so completely inside of her. She looked up to see Rainbow straddling her face. She grinned, sticking her tongue out, and taking a lick. It had, after all, been forever since she’d Taste the Rainbow.

They lasted for quite some time, and finally she was snuggled between the two of them.

“If nothing else,” Twilight sighed, “This will certainly help make herding more accepted.”

Author's Note

(AN: Thanks for reading, and well... Not going to lie, the inspiration for this was something from a while back.

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Special Treatment

Bumbling through my Education

Chapter 13: Special Treatment

“Dude, I’m so sorry that Sweetie shouted like that, but you know, you could have given us a little more warning,” Button said as he looked past Bumble and at the guards behind him, “So, how’s things?”

Bumble smiled, “Good, school’s going great, and I think that I should be able to run a serious test on the Medical Golems this semester.”

Button Mash shook his head, “Yeah, I kind of figured that you wouldn’t want to talk about the fact that you and Princess Luna are doing the horizontal mambo.”

Bumble blushed and looked at the table, “I just don’t like to talk about that kind of thing. I don’t mean anything.”

Button laughed, “Naw, it’s cool. You kind of skimped when we played your character and I set up those encounters for you. I figured that you weren’t the kind to kiss and tell.”

Bumble smiled, “So, are you and Sweetie still living together? Don’t mean anything, but I know she got kind of mad before.”

Button nodded, “Yeah, she was a little upset, but I couldn’t help it. When Neightendo wants you to have a full script for an arcade RPG you get that script out!” he laughed, “Course afterward I had to take time off. Money is important, but like Mom said it doesn’t mean anything without the one you love.”

“That’s right,” Sweetie’s voice chimed in from behind them.

She walked around and took a seat beside Button, “I really didn’t mean to be so mean, but in my defense you got to see everything, and I’m not really into that.”

Bumble blushed, “Sorry, seriously I didn’t mean to look.”

She waved it off, “It’s okay,” her eyes widened, “Oh! We need to go by Rarity’s!”

Button looked at her, “Okay? Why?”

She rolled her eyes, “Because she asked for me to help pick out a small bouquet of gems for Spike, and she thought that you might be able to tell her one of his favorite tabletop games.”

Button rolled his eyes, “You do realize how backward this is right? Your sister chasing after Spike. That’s sort of like upsetting the balance of the Universe.”

Bumble had to laugh. Spike didn’t get to attend classes, because of his duties, but he still graduated from Ponyville school systems, and so he got to walk with them. When he did he noticed that Spike wasn’t the little dragon he had been, but instead he was actually about a head higher than the rest of them. Plus, from what he heard he was officially adopted by Celestia making him a full fledge prince.

Naturally, everypony knew about how much Rarity wanted to associate with Royalty, and he supposed that since Spike didn’t look like a foal anymore, and technically was a prince, it just clicked for her. He supposed that if anypony had a reason to milk this it would be Spike. The thing was he didn’t see Spike milking it for the purpose of milking it. While he wasn’t exactly the best of friends with him, he did know that Spike seemed very genuine most of the time.

It could be possible that had begun to move on with his life, and now Karma had decided to let Rarity chase him for a spell. If that was the case then he wished both of them luck. He heard the click of a tongue and looked over at Sweetie Belle.

“Bumble, don’t you agree?”

He looked a little lost, “Ummm… sorry? I was just thinking about the whole Spike and Rarity thing.”

She rolled her eyes, “Well, this is sort of about that. Don’t you think that Spike and my sister would make a cute couple?”

He shrugged, “I guess. I mean I wish them all of the luck in the world.”

She smiled, “I do too… It’s so romantic…” she looked at Button, “Oh, Rarity wanted to know if we would double date with her and Spike. She got tickets to see Hinny of the Hills in Canterlot. Apparently Countess Coloratura is playing the part of Hinny.”

“Sweetie, I’ve got a really big project to get…” Button looked at her narrowing her eyes, “And that’s why we have the night hours. Sure, I’ll be glad to go…”

“Good,” she kissed his cheek, “I’ll let Rarity know.”

She got up, “It’s good seeing you again Bumble!”

With that she left and Button leaned back. He watched his marefriend, the way her plump rump wiggled and jiggled just right as she walked.

“I don’t know how you’re doing it.”

Bumble looked at him, “What?”

“You’re juggling what… seven mares right now? How?”

Bumble shrugged, “I...I don’t know, I mean we just click.”

Button shook his head, “I have a hard enough time with Sweetie Belle. I don’t mind going to these things, and sometimes they’re fun, but then I’ve got to catch up on my work when she’s sleeping, or over at one of her friends,” he let out a sigh, “Sure, she makes up for it, but I’d like to be able to get my work done before going out.”

“Ummm, maybe try talking to her?”

Button rolled his eyes, “Dude, we’re talking about Sweetie Belle here. She’s sweet, and understanding, but she kind of knows that she runs things in the relationship.”

Bumble looked confused, “She can cut me off, close access to the fun spots, you know, say no more rutting until she gets what she wants.”

Bumble shook his head, “Are you serious?”

Button nodded, “Yeah. I guess that I don’t really mind.”

It sounded like a foreign concept to Bumble. He couldn’t imagine any of his herd wanting to hold out on him. In truth they usually seemed to be the ones who got things started. To think that any of them wouldn’t want him was something that just didn’t make sense. He pushed the idea back, this was a chance to catch up with Button, and maybe even get a chance to check in with Featherweight and Pip.

Button’s attention went outside, and Bumble turned to see what he was staring at. There, walking together, was Rumble and Pumpkin Cake. Bumble’s eyebrow raised, “Not that I mean anything, but isn’t he kind of flaunting that…”

The door opened, and Button sighed, “Rumble.”

The light gray Pegasus grinned, “Stash, sorry, Mash, how’s it hanging? Enjoying my sloppy seconds?”

Button growled as he looked at him.

“Oh no, the gamer is getting upset!”

Pumpkin elbowed him, “Rumble, be nice.”

He rolled his eyes, “Sure sweething, sure. Look, Mash, I need a favor. Pumpkin has managed to talk her way into about an hour lunch break, and I need a bed. Since your place is closer, and since Pumpkin can’t do a proper cloudwalking spell for shit, what do you say you let me borrow your bed, and I’ll owe you.”

“No.”

Rumble glared at him, “Mash, I don’t think you quite understand. It’s a favor, to the guy that’s getting ready to be pretty important at the weather team. So, maybe, if you want to make things easier, you might reconsider.”

Bumble looked at him, “He… He said no.”

Rumble looked at the Unicorn that mouthed off to him. Button Mash was one thing. Earth Ponies, even gamers, were unnaturally strong. If he didn’t get away from Button, didn’t get outside, Button Mash could pin him, hurt him, even break his wings, arms, or Celestia knew what else, but Unicorns… Oh, Unicorns were weak little pussies. Sure, the strong magic casters needed to be feared, but otherwise, they were there to be window dressing like his Pumpkin, or to be a victim, like this loudmouth.

“What was that… B..B...Bumble? Did your balls finally drop?”

Bumble got up, and he looked at Rumble, “You need to leave, and you need to leave her alone.”

Pumpkin was about to say something when she felt Rumble grab her. Her eyes widened. He’d never done that before, and it wasn’t the kind of grab she’d seen her mother and father occasionally do. It felt… possessive, wrong, and it kind of confused her.

“Really? I need to leave her alone?” he laughed, “You know, when we were kids, you were always sticking up for your little sister. Before Diamond Tiara stopped being a major pain in the flank you even stood up to her. I even remember you getting pushed into the mud once or twice. Seems to me that you didn’t learn anything.”

Rumble pushed Pumpkin back, causing her to stumble, nearly fall, and he swung out. The first strike connected, hitting Bumble square in the jaw, knocking him back, but the next never followed. Button saw no less than four guards in his home, two of which had Rumble on the floor, his hands behind his back.

“What’s going on?!”

“You attacked the royal consort to Princess Luna,” a rough voice said.

Rumble’s face fell, his eyes widened, and he looked at Bumble.

“I...I...I’m really sorry. I was just being.. I’ll leave, and nothing else will be said, I swear. I’ll even leave her alone… She’s not that cute anyway.”

Pumpkin’s face fell as she heard him and she ran toward a different room. Bumble shook his head, “What happens if I don’t say to let him go?”

A female Pegasus guard smiled at him, “Automatic one year servitude to the crown. Typically, since it’s mainly been Blueblood that deals with this, they’re made to clean every toilet in the palace with a toothbrush.”

Bumble closed his eyes, “And if he doesn’t do it?”

She couldn’t contain her smile, “He’s tried before the royal council, and if found guilty he serves his sentence in the dungeons. A closed in place where he can’t fly, or stretch his wings, or see the sky for a period of one year, at least.”

Bumble saw Rumble’s pleading face, his begging eyes, “Let him go, but keep an eye on him.”

The turned him loose, “Get out,” the female guard said. Rumble nodded, rushing out, not caring that his shirt had been ripped open, not caring that he had pissed his pants, just wanting to get as much distance from himself and that house as possible.

Bumble nodded to the guards who left and he rubbed his jaw.

“Dude, that was cool! I mean it sucks that you got hit, but how cool was that?!”

Bumble rubbed his jaw, feeling it swell already, “Kinda I guess. Think we should go talk to her?”

Button looked toward the bedroom where he heard Pumpkin Cake bawling her eyes out.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he got up, his gray shirt and blue jeans hanging onto his thin frame, “You know, that’s a pretty cool perk.”

Bumble shrugged, “I guess, I didn’t even think about it.”

Button stopped, “Wait, you didn’t think about it? Seriously? Bumble, he was the star player for the Ponyville hoofball team, and you just didn’t even think about it?”

Bumble shook his head, “No, he was being mean. I didn’t like how he was talking about her, and he was treating you like you owed him something. I didn’t think that was right.”

Button grinned, “At least that hasn’t changed at all. You’re still the same good natured colt you always were.”

They walked into the room to see Pumpkin curled into a ball.

“Hey, want to talk about it?” Bumble asked.

She looked at him, tears streaming down her muzzle, “He…. he said he loved me.”

Bumble felt sick to his stomach as he tried to smile and offered his arms. A moment later she was hugging him.

“He said he loved me, and that he wanted to be with me! I… My Parents are going to be so mad at me!!!” she bawled.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’ll go and help explain.”

She looked at him, “T..Thanks…”

He looked over at Button who nodded, “Sure, we can always hit the arcade later.”

The three of them walked out of the house, toward Sugarcube Corner and she stopped, “I don’t know if I can ever face mom again after this.”

Bumble rubbed her shoulders, “Look, one thing I know about moms is that no matter what they love their foals.”

She gave a slight smile, and they finished walking toward her parents bakery. Bumble was ready for a mild argument. He got his mind ready for that. What he wasn’t ready for was sitting across from Mr. and Mrs. Cake, their eyes glaring at their daughter, and him trying desperately to keep them from being too upset.

“And… then he took off,” Pumpkin said as she looked at the table.

“I...I see,” Mrs. Cake said as she closed her eyes, “At what time did it even seem like a good idea to go with a colt that was at least five years older than you, go into another colt’s house, and then agree to… I got onto your brother for the same exact thing young lady!”

Every head turned toward her and Mrs. Cake looked at the ponies, “Sorry, family meeting… Please, don’t let us bother you. Pinkie, would you kindly get everypony a free wedge of Lemon cake?”

“Okie Dokie Loki!”

She sighed and looked at Bumble, “Thank you so much for standing up for… Oh dear, that’s turning into quite the bump.”

He felt her soft hand touching his jaw, “Carrot, do you mind to see our new Prince Consort to the hospital?”

Bumble rubbed his head, “Really, it’s okay.”

“Nonsense, you were willing to send up for our little Pumpkin, so it’s only right.”

Residing himself to go Bumble started to get up, but in doing so he seemed to have forgotten that gravity never really liked him. Almost as if to prove this point somepony dropped their fresh wedge of lemon cake behind him. His hoof stepped in it, slid forward, and Bumble fell backward hitting his head against the edge of the table.

The next thing he saw was blackness. He didn’t know what had happened, or what was happening, but when his eyes fluttered he saw a dark room, and heard beeping beside him. He felt a line connected to his arm, and slowly sat up. There was a nurse, well a candy striper, that had come in. Looking at her in the dark Bumble couldn’t make much out. She seemed to be a little shorter than he was. He couldn’t make out much more than she seemed to be a Unicorn, but she had the tuffs of fur on her ears that he noticed the Lunar Pegasi had. She walked toward him, leaned over, and checked the IV bag, line, and then she seemed to check his pulse, heart beat, and finally he felt her magic.

It was gentle, and she seemed to pull his blanket back. He stayed quiet, right up until he felt her magic pressing against his cock through the gown he was wearing.

“Ummm…”

She stopped, her entire body went stiff, and the light flickered on, “Uh… Hi?”

She was cute, that much was absolutely true. She had dark gray fur, her mane and tail was green with red highlights, and her eyes were perhaps her most stunning feature. She had the most lovely green eyes that looked like a Lunar Pegasus. He saw her horn, so naturally he was a little confused. She shuffled her hoof.

“I’m really, really sorry that I felt you up right then. But in my defense, I was supposed to check and make sure that everything was okay on you.”

“Uh Huh…” he looked around for a moment, “Umm, has there been anypony else…”

His question was answered by the sound of running hooves and the sight of his mares, all of his mares, rushing into his room. He looked up at the young mare that had come and checked on him. She looked a little flustered, and a little uncomfortable, but to her credit she didn’t say a word about it. Instead she accepted that she was being crowded in around him.

“Beloved!” Luna shouted as she kissed his muzzle, “We heard what happened! Thou showed that stallion mercy, and thus we, I, did not challenge your decision,” she smiled, “However, we did tell our guards that should he put one hoof out of line we want him brought before our court.”

He smiled at her, and then he felt Honeypot hugging him, “Don’t ever scare us like that again.”

He gave her a smile, “I’ll try not to, but gravity and I have never really been close friends.”

Pina snickered. She looked to see Honeypot glaring at her, “What?! I’ve know him all my life, he’s not wrong. It’s like gravity was a mare, and she doesn’t like him. Or maybe she needs a good rutting, don’t know, but I will say that Bumble isn’t lying.”

Majira kissed his head, “This worry was not good, watching over you we all stood.”

Pinchy nodded, “She’s right. Mom, and Mama Derpy, talked us into going and getting a bite. Flagrante stayed behind, just outside the door, to check and see if you’d wake up. When you did she came and got us.”

He looked toward Flagrante who returned his smile, “I wasn’t hungry.”

“Okay, everypony, the Prince Consort needs his rest,” the candy striper said, “It’s good that he’s awake, but like the doctor said earlier he should be fine.”

Luna practically glared at her, “Mine beloved was out for nearly two days. We were unable to connect to his dreams, this was not fine!”

She looked worried, or did until Bumble touched Luna’s hand, “She didn’t mean anything, and she was checking on me,” he said before he scooted back in bed until he was in a sitting position, “And besides, I think she’s just doing her job.”

Luna smiled at him, and then looked at her, “We, I, am sorry.”

She nodded, “It’s okay. If you all want to stay here, that’s fine, I don’t mind it at all.”

Cumulus was near him, her wings extending into a more guarded position. She pulled a seat over next to him, sitting right beside his bed, facing out, her eyes on everypony there.

“We’re not getting her to leave again. It was hard enough the first time,” Pina replied.

The Candy Striper nodded. She turned to leave and Pina caught the way that Bumble was looking at her. She had to admit that the girl was certainly exotic. She obviously had some Thestral in her, and that was something that was a bit of a turn on. She grinned at Bumble.

“So, want to ask her to stay and help?”

Growing up with Pina and Pinchy at his place all of the time helped Bumble learn her little tells when dealing with her. One of them was the way that Pina smiled a little too earnestly when she wanted somepony to do something.

“What are you…”

It occurred to him that she had seen him checking her out. He rolled his eyes, but he’d be lying if he didn’t think the mare was cute.

“Miss, would you mind to stay and keep all of us company?”

She stopped at the door, and looked at him, “Ummm… I’m kinda on duty. I don’t know if…” she felt somepony pat her back, and she turned to see head nurse Redheart.

“Go ahead dear. You just got asked by a Royal to stay in the room. Consider this special training, and besides, I’m sure that if you’re needed else where the Prince Consort will be more than willing to let you go.”

With that Redheart left and she looked at them.

“Okay…”

She walked toward them, found a seat, and gave a small smile as she looked at everypony, “Guess that I could introduce myself. I’m… Luciana Pavari, but everypony calls me Pavi. So that’s fine.”

Pina grinned at her, “Pavi, our Bumble was checking out that sway you have.”

Pavi’s eyes widened as she looked at him. She saw his light gray gain a bright blush, and he looked away.

“Wow…” she giggled, “I’ve never been checked out by a royal before.”

He looked at the mare that made him blush and gave a faint smile, “Yeah, thank you for staying back here with us.”

Pina looked at Honeypot who was shaking her head. She loved this adorkable stallion, deeply loved him, but there was times that he just didn’t realize that the mare was ready to seal the deal. She could practically smell it coming off of Pavi. She could… Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at her. Pavi looked like a mare, cute as could be, but there was little things, small features, that seemed a little different.

What stood out was her jaw. It looked a little more, masculine, more stallion in appearance. It wasn’t that she hadn’t noticed these kinds of things in other mares. There were plenty of mares in Canterlot that were built a bit closer to stallions in the face than mares, but then there was the smell.

It was a musky smell that any mare couldn’t mistake. The kind of smell that screamed that there was a stallion in the room, and not just a stallion, but one that was truly potent and ready to provide the much needed batter for foal making. She studied her a bit before she took notice of her below the waist.

She could see the way that Pavi stood, and she noticed that she was trying to keep from standing where her skirt would fall naturally against her thighs. She looked toward Pina, hoping to get her herdmate’s attention, and Pina noticed her looking toward the direction of Pavi. Smiling, Pina walked toward her in the sort of way that a mare walked when she was confident and sly all rolled into one.

She neared Pavi, her hand reached out, but it didn’t find her hand, instead it rested on a now noticeable bulge. Pavi’s eyes widened, she looked at Pina with worry etched across her face, but Pina instead smiled brightly.

“Well hello nurse!” Pina exclaimed while giving a gentle squeeze.

Pavi swallowed, backed away, and gave an uneasy smile, “Well, goodnight everypony.”

“Wait,” Bumble said, “Please don’t leave.”

Pavi sighed and looked at him, “Why?”

He grinned, “Because I see a mare that I’d like to thank for looking over me, and if she would be interested, I’d be willing to get to know her.”

She sighed and walked toward him, “Okay, but can we hold off fondling for a couple of dates?”

He gave her a grin, “I can’t exactly promise that for everypony here, but I can promise that I’ll be on my best behavior.”

Flagrante leaned down toward Bumble, kissing his muzzle, “But what fun is there in being good?”

Pavi watched as this older mare ran her hands down Bumble’s chest. She could see how tender her touches were, how gently she treated him, and then she pulled the blanket back to reveal the herd’s treasure. Pavi’s eyes widened as she took it in for herself. To say it was massive would be giving it a disservice. No, she was certain there was not another pony alive that was hung like that. She watched as the older mare stroked him to life, Bumble’s eyes closed, his breathing began to deepen, almost in pants and gasps, and it was that moment that she turned toward Pavi.

“Now, you are welcome to wait for a few dates before you do anything,” Flagrante said before she licked down Bumble’s shaft causing him to shiver, “Or you can throw those notions to the wind, come over here, and receive the greatest dicking that you’re ever going to get in your life. Your choice.”

Pavi looked at them all, she found the clasp to her uniform, unsnapped it, and let the candy striped uniform fall to the ground. Her breasts were smaller than Flagrante’s, but they had that proper jiggle that told of them being real. It was something lower though that caught Flagrante’s attention.

Pavi was easily the same size as Whet. A knowing smile crossed her lips. She’d sold more than enough toys to various nobles, and other ponies, to see every kind of kink, and to know various types of sexuality. She’d heard of more mares like Pavi, but she had met only one other, a while back. The mare was a darling Unicorn. She was quite beautiful, but like Pavi she simply had a little something extra.

She smiled at Pavi as Pavi neared the massive erection.

“I… It might be too big.”

Flagrante grinned, and her magic lit up around the younger Unicorn. Pavi’s eyes widened as she felt herself being lifted up. She looked at Flagrante in concern as her panties began to dissolve into nothingness. She felt the tip of this stallion’s massive tool knocked on her entrance, preparing to push into her tailhole, and she whimpered softly. Flagrante leaned forward, catching her in a kiss, and then Pavi felt two tongues running down her length. She let out a moan at these intense feelings of pleasure, something wet, slick, and slightly warm worked its way into her tailhole for just a second before she felt herself being lowered.

Two hands grabbed her hips and Pavi let out a deep gasp as Bumble pulled her deeper onto his cock. She grunted as she felt him filling her. Every inch moved deeper until she finally felt her rump against his balls. She breathed out in a soft gasp, and then she felt him pushing her up, only to pull her back down to refill her once more. The tempo was slow, and he was giving her the gentle loving she had hoped to find. She looked down at him, only to see his golden eyes looking up into her own.

The few times she had been with stallions had been less than she had hoped for. Often they looked at her like a piece of meat, and those that weren’t turned off by her being so different from other mares wanted to treat her like a common whorse. He wasn’t doing that. He was certainly looking at her in lust, but it gentle in nature. He was gentle in nature. She felt the mouths around her shaft, the cock buried in her, and suddenly it was far too much. She came in such a force that it painted Bumble’s chest white.

She fell back, breathing hard, her eyes half lidded, and then Pina smiled. This was something she’d been hoping for. After getting to see the dream that Luna shared with Bumble and Honeypot it was something she certainly wanted to see. Now, she just had to work on getting Bumble to give Pavi the same attention and love he gave Luna. Although for the moment, this was a good start.

Bonus Scene # 11 To Love a Prince

Bumbling through my Education

To Love a Prince

Bonus Scene

A lady does certain things, acts certain ways, and certainly never uses profane imagery to describe one’s desire or loved ones. At least that was something Rarity strongly believed until two hours ago. She lay next to the one she finally claimed. The irony wasn’t lost on her. Years of his chasing after her, of his being so attentive, and then an adoption later and he had become the very thing she had craved.

It wasn’t that she never believed he wasn’t good enough. He had proven that time and time again. He was understanding, sweet, kind, more than willing to lend a claw, and as he got older his body and muscles became more defined, well, it certainly aided in helping other mares see him as suitable suitor material. But he was her little Spikey Boo. He was the little drake that followed her like a lost puppy out to dig for gems.

The day those trips began to slow was the same day she began to take notice of him for the first time in a very long time. He was no longer the smallish drake that fumbled about, but rather he was quite dashing. He wore his simple jeans and t-shirt, though she would have preferred someone of his new class to at least wear a suit or tuxedo, with confidence. He… He was a somepon… no, somedragon that any mare would be lucky to have. She snuggled against his side, glad that he accepted her, forgave her, and currently rutted her like there was no tomorrow. She couldn’t deny him, not after how she had treated him.

Although her poor dock and tailhole would be sore for days. Not to mention he seemed quite insistent on pulling her tail, and while it was fun, it took hours to get her tail to look just right. Two hundred brush strokes in order to get out the tangles, and then there was the styling that followed. Still, it was worth it.

She looked at the walls of the castle, specifically at his room, and she smiled. There was still pictures of those delightful heroines they got to become when they were sucked into that comic universe, but his tastes had changed. There was paintings that looked as if done by local artisans, framed quotes from famous authors, and even a framed poem from Maud Pie.

She sighed at the memory of that mare. She loved Pinkie, dearly, and she enjoyed being around Maud, but that mare was so difficult to read. She felt a claw run down her back, stopping at her rump, and cupping it. She let out a soft moan as her sapphire eyes looked into his emerald ones.

“Rarity,” he began before she shushed him with a kiss.

She broke away and smiled softly, “I know, and I love you as well. I’m sorry, truly sorry for not realizing sooner.”

He grinned, “Yeah, but I’d say we made up for lost time last night.”

She tittered, “Quite.”

Her mind thought of what had happened. There had been little floor play. The two of them had ended up in the bed together, her dress was removed from her magic, his clothes practically torn off by his claws. He kissed her, worshiping every inch of her body until that marvelous tongue found the entrance to her marehood. No other tongue in all of Equestria would ever match her Spikey Wikey’s tongue.

She had felt it slip inside of her, up until it practically slipped into her womb, and she had let out a very unlady like moan. The first of many that was to escape her to be perfectly honest. She remembered how he lapped at her, his tongue snaking in and out of her, and then how he leaned back to reveal his pride.

The end was sharp, not unlike a blade, but soft to the touch. It was slender for a bit, but then it widened toward the end, and there, there toward the base was a rather large knot. She was not going to deny him. Not after finally catching him. No, she wanted him, to claim him, to make him her stallion, her dragon, her lover, and her husband. Her lips touched the tip, her tongue slicked out licking the pink flesh. Feeling the softness of it, tasting the saltiness, and desperate to feel and taste more. She opened her mouth, taking him in as far as she could get him in without reaching the back of her throat.

She knew of her other suitors, but he never knew how far they had gotten. It was simply something a lady never discussed. What she planned on giving him tonight was something that would be his, and his only. She couldn’t give him her virginity, that unfortunately went to a rather gilded weed. A noble in Canterlot, one that she thought she liked, but he was brash, rude, and nothing like she had hoped. In the end, he was nothing more than a schoolyard bully given too much power, and not enough discipline.

It had been a mistake, one she regretted, but the one thing she never gave any suitor was her tailhole. That was something she believed she would never share, at least until tonight. Spike would get to be the first, and only, to enter there. So, she took time with his wonderful pride, ensuring that it was good and wet, and then she turned around. She felt it poking against her, pushing into her tailhole, and she let out a soft coo.

“Please, be gentle, but it is yours.”

She felt him thrust into her, but it was gentle. When she whimpered he stopped, and it continued slowly until he was buried inside of her, all but the knot. She felt him pull out, and then start again. Each time he gained a little more speed, a little harder thrust, and as it continued she moaned deeply. She felt his claws on her hips, pulling her hard against him. It was strange, but she had believed that her tailhole would have gotten used to his size at this point. She let out a soft moan.

“M...My Spikey Wikey want his Rarity?”

“Spike Want.”

The deepness of the voice caught her attention and she looked over her shoulder to see Spike had grown. His emerald eyes glowed a soft green reminding her of when his greed overtook him.

“S...Spike! Please… Don’t…”

She felt him kiss her. It was gentle, but hungry, and she realized this wasn’t greed. Not exactly. This was years of his pent up sexual frustration. She breathed out, “Just be careful and please don’t destroy me.”

With that she felt her face forced to the mattress, her rump raised higher, and then his thrust began to double in frequency and intensity. She moaned as she felt him bury himself almost to the knot, pull out and then do so again.

“Ngh! Ugh! S...Spike!!!!” she cried as she felt her first orgasm overtake her.

She’d never tried this before, never imagined that it would be something she liked, but she was wrong. She loved it. She loved having him fill her tailhole, to feel him so completely in there. She grunted as he rutted her. She felt him slam hard into her again, this time burying himself completely in her, his knot going inside, and she felt the massive spurts of his own orgasm.

She lay there, her belly full of the massive amount of his love he had pumped into her. She felt how swollen it was, and then she felt him pull out. He hugged her close, and she couldn’t help but laugh at exactly what she had denied herself for so long.

Her mind drifted from the memories of the previous night to see Spike getting up.

“Want some breakfast?”

She nodded, and watched as he headed toward the shower. She waited until she heard him leave the bath before she went into it herself. She felt the way her poor tailhole hurt, but it would be fine. It wasn’t a terrible pain, but rather one that reminded her that last night she had truly given herself to him. She finished her shower, her primping and preening, found a robe, and walked out into the hall. She saw the table, sitting there, in the middle like it always had, and she noticed Twilight, Rainbow Dash, and Big Mac also gathered around. The wonderful smell of Spike’s cooking filled the air, and she waited for him to bring over the treats he had crafted.

She watched as he finally headed that way, a plate of turnovers in his claw, which he sat down, and of course warned that they would be hot. She lifted one up, unable to truly sit still because of what had happened last night, and took a bite into the turnover.

She gave him a rather baleful look as she swallowed the fudge turnover.

“Mmmm, Spike this is really good!” Twilight commented as she ate.

“I know, I just felt it was the right thing to fix this morning,”he replied with a wink toward Rarity.

“Rares, is something wrong with your flank?” Rainbow asked.

“Nothing, it’s fine.” she replied.

“Yeah no… you’re acting like I did when Big Mac shoved it up my…. Oh Celestia…”

Rainbow put the fudge turnover down, “Seriously Spike? That’s so wrong.”

“What?” Twilight asked

Big Mac looked at her, “Remember a couple days ago?”

Twilight nodded, “Yeah?”

“Remember how ya couldn’t sit right after fer a while?”

“Sure but that was after you talked me into…. SPIKE!”

Courtship Blues

Bumbling through my Education

Chapter 14: Courtship Blues

“This is an outrage! An Outrage! A commoner selected to be the next Prince Consort is spitting in the face of every eligible noble!” Luna read the quote once more.

She set the offensive newspaper down. The University would need to start up soon, but at the same time she worried about her herd returning to Canterlot. The nobles were mostly vain and petty, but based on some of their dreams she couldn’t promise that one or more wouldn’t attempt to hire somepony untraceable to do harm to her beloved Bumble. She looked at her sister who was currently speaking with the guard, and looking far more relaxed than she had in some time.

“What has Twilight said about currying Blueblood’s favor?”

Celestia looked toward her, “Lulu, Twilight suggested that we simply bend a little toward Blueblood’s own wishes. I know that he has spoken greatly about opening the market for healthcare. As he states true competition would go far to improve the health care for our subjects.”

Luna sighed, “So our plan is to agree to remove the monopoly the nobility has on our health care system? Sister, forgive me if I am unable to reign in my excitement.”

Celestia rolled her eyes, “Lulu, we don’t have many choices, and this is actually something Blueblood is passionate about.”

Luna shook her head, “No, it is something your personal relations director is passionate about, and Blueblood desperately wants to separate her from her undergarments.”

Celestia giggled, “Perhaps, but Blueblood would most likely agree to this, regardless of his reasons, and we could win on both sides.”

Twilight walked into the room, she seemed to be walking a little funny, and when she went to sit down she shuffled a bit in her seat before using her magic to summon a pillow that she placed under her rump. Luna paid attention, and a small smile rose as she observed her actions.

“I’ve arranged for Prince Blueblood to receive a summons. What I suggested is fairly straight forward, and I think that he will make the trip here.”

Twilight looked confident as she smiled at both Luna and Celestia.

“Twilight, are you prepared to pamper Blueblood?”

The question caught her off guard, “Ummm, what?”

Celestia sighed, “Blueblood is many things, but one of the most important is that he is a prime negotiator when it comes to dealing with the nobility. He does, however, have a few quirks…”

Luna rolled her eyes, “Blueblood is quite gifted at what he does, but he is tends to enjoy his pampering. If he is here, in Ponyville, he will expect the same level of pampering he would receive in Canterlot.”

Twilight nodded, “Well we have a wonderful spa.”

Celestia smiled, “And that is a start. There is more, and we have time,” Celestia said as she wrote a small letter, “Send this to my Personal Relations Director, Ms. Short Shoves. She will undoubtedly be more than happy to come.”

Twilight looked at her, “Why do we want a PR Director here?”

Luna smiled, “Because Blueblood is smitten with her, and if she likes the sound of something he is likely to agree in order to get her favor.”

Twilight looked at her in surprise, “Wait, you want to use this poor mare in order to sway Blueblood’s decision?”

Celestia shook her head, “Twilight, we are not asking Ms. Strokes to rut Blueblood. We will be asking her opinion. It is that simple.”

“It doesn’t sound simple,” Twilight replied, “It sounds… It sounds like we’re trying to use her like a bargaining chip!”

Celestia sighed, stood, and stretched, “Twilight, when you became a Princess, what duties did you begin to oversee?”

Twilight looked surprised, and shrugged, “Nothing right away. I mainly studied, and I helped my friends solve friendship problems.”

She nodded, “And after you officially gained your title as the Princess of Friendship what duties did you officially oversee?”

She sighed, “I began doing paperwork to file Ponyville as part of my sovereign lands, then I overtook part of the management done by Mayor Mare, but I turned those duties back over to her.”

“You felt that she was suited for that job, correct?”

Twilight nodded.

“Did you ask her to resume that duty, or did you assign it?”

Twilight looked at the table, “I...I assumed that she’d want it back, so I just assigned her to it.”

Celestia smiled, “How is turning all of the paperwork, the new rules and regulations, and problems over to a government official who was finally able to take things easy any different than asking our PR Director to show up and help us persuade Blueblood?”

Twilight didn’t look up, but instead her voice sounded defeated, “I guess that it’s not.”

Celestia smiled, “No, it’s not. Twilight I understand what you were getting at, and I’m very proud that you were willing to stand up for a mare you barely knew, but there are times we simply must do that which we must do,” she took a seat near Twilight, “My former pupil, as a Princess there will be times that you have to do something that seems manipulative, and perhaps even unethical, but you do them for what you hope will be the greater good.”

“I mean no offense, but how is legitimizing Bumble and Luna’s courtship for the greater good?”

Celestia gave her a gentle smile, “For one it brings my sister great joy, but for another I believe that Ms Strokes is going to agree that breaking up the monopoly of health care will be beneficial for all our subjects. It will spark competition, and that will lead to lower costs.”

“I see, but it still seems, wrong. It almost feels like we’re… I’m not sure how to explain it.”

Luna looked at her friend, because she could honestly call Twilight Sparkle a friend. She was one of the few that went out of her way to make her feel welcomed once again, and that was a wonderful thing. So, she decided that she could possibly give her friend some insight she didn’t have.

“It feels as if we’re using her, and her body, for political gain. I believe that is what you were trying to express.”

Twilight’s eyes widened, “Exactly!”

Luna laughed, but the sound was hollow and mirthless. She looked at Twilight, her eyes full of sadness, “That was done to me, multiple times Twilight Sparkle.”

Twilight looked at her in surprise, “What?”

She gave another small smile, “When our country was first coming together we needed allies. Ponies that lived in other places that did not join with Equestria to begin with. I was married to political leaders in the hope of gaining their various countries allegiance. Though I was married I was not loved. None of my chosen husbands saw me as more than a claim to the fledgling nation, a royal to rut when they chose, and somepony to abuse without worry.”

Twilight’s jaw hung open. Finally after a few moments she came to her senses, “Luna… I’m so sorry to hear about this!”

Luna gave her a sad smile, “Thank you, but we are not doing the same thing to Ms Strokes, and if I believed that Blueblood would lay a hand on her in any way that I was treated, she would not be brought here. I’ve seen his dreams, and while his desires toward her are certainly quite normal for a stallion, he wishes nothing more than to impress her and gain her favor.”

Twilight nodded, “Okay.”

She started to call for Spike when they noticed that the entire castle was shaking slightly. She looked around for a moment and then they heard a voice echoing throughout the castle.

“YES! YES! GIVE IT TO MAMA, SPIKEY BOO!!!!”

Luna’s eyebrow raised, “I assume that Prince Spike will be unable to send the letter for you. Perhaps you could summon some dragonfire to send it instead.”

Twilight looked at the letter, tried to imagine who she was sending it to, and realized that she had no idea what Ms. Short Strokes looked like.

“I..I don’t know her, but I can send it through the Ponyville mail!”

After sealing the parchment inside of an envelope, writing the address and name on it, Twilight prepared to walk it to the post office only to have a guard intercept her, offer to take it in her stead, and then left. She watched it and then turned back toward Celestia and Luna.

“How long does it take to get used to ponies falling over themselves to do things for you?”

Luna smiled, “One never gets used to it. It is best to smile, let them think they are doing you a service, and then go about your day.”

While they prepared for Blueblood across town Bumble was walking with most of his mares. He thought about Pavi, what he discovered, and how it just didn’t bother him. Luciana, no Pavi, she preferred Pavi, so he’d call her that. Still, it didn’t seem to bother him. Pavi identified as a mare, and he saw her as one of his mares. She walked next to him, her arm looped through his own, a knee length green skirt, white blouse, and a red ruby tear drop pendant that seemed as dark as any of the wines Berry Punch made, and it was surrounded by braided rose gold which hung from her neck.

The pendant, she had told him, was a gift from her mother when she revealed the truth about herself. She had said that her mother was overjoyed at the thought that she would have a daughter. Bumble felt Pavi snuggle against his side. He could feel Pina behind him, her wonderfully massive breasts against his back.

“Mom wants to speak to you today.” Pina said as she walked behind him, “I think she wants to see the stallion that made mares out of her little fillies.”

He was a little worried over meeting with Berry Punch. While everything that happened was certainly consensual he did have a little worry about her seeing it that way. Still, he walked with his herd, heading toward Berry’s tavern, and the entire group being followed by no less than six guards. They reached the tavern, walked in, and Bumble could hear Berry Punch in the back.

“Tavern doesn’t open, uff, for another, ngh! Hour!”

“Mom?”

Berry Punch ran toward the front, her shirt was pulled up, tied under her breasts, which were easily the size of Pina’s. Her plum colored mane was sticking to her fur, evidence of some kind of physical activity, and her short skirt revealed ample amount of leg. Bumble looked at her, and realized that if that was what Pina looked like when she got older then he hit the jackpot. She smiled at them, the scent of strong spirits rolling off of her.

“Sorry, I was stocking the back.”

Pina raised an eyebrow, “Mom, you were making the kinds of noises you make when Aunt Carrot and Uncle Written visit.”

She shook her head, “Okay, maybe there was times that I was getting rutted, like a bad, bad little filly, but today wasn’t one of those times!” she stretched, “I actually just pulled about four barrels out of storage. It’s aged to perfection, and I figured since we have visiting royalty, why not try to get them good and plastered. If nothing else I’d be in for some entertainment.”

Bumble smiled, “It’s good to see you.”

She gave him a smile, “So, he the one?” she asked as she looked at Pina and Pinchy.

“Yeah,” they both answered, “Okay, I can deal with that. Treat ‘em right, rut ‘em hard, get me some grandfoals, and make them take some classes so they can help run this business. I don’t hire idiots.”

“Mom!” they both exclaimed.

“Don’t mom me. I want the two of you to make this tavern, and our vineyard, the best in Equestria. That means going to school, learning business, learning how to grow better fruit, and maybe even your sister learning how to use that horn of hers to make it with magic.”

Pina looked at her mom popping her back, “Have you been doing this the hard way?”

Berry looked at her, “Well, the pulley system broke, my two daughters are marrying my best friend’s colt, and getting a nice thick cock up their backsides, and that leaves me to do the work. So, yes, my darling little filly, I have been doing this on my own. Besides, I don’t want to ask Big Mac to help out again. Last time he got a divorce over it.”

Flagrante smiled, “She was jealous, wasn’t she?”

Berry nodded, “Not sure why. Cheerilee landed a good stallion. The kind that didn’t cheat, wasn’t mean, just liked to go home, play with his foal, rut his wife, and work the fields. That’s a good stallion. Plenty of mares around here would gladly have snuck up and tried to steal him away from her. I didn’t want that,” Berry said as her back finally popped, “No, I was friends with the Apples long before Cheerilee and Mac dated. He was just being neighborly, and she thought that he was stuffing the old foal hole full of foal batter.”

Flagrante laughed, “I’ve known wives like that. Several of the nobility actually, that think their husbands are rutting the maids the moment they step out of the house without them. They’re all idiots.”

Berry laughed, “Yeah, they are. Look we’re not open for a while, but I’m fine with fixing all of you some food, and some drink, but nothing hard for anypony not old enough for it.”

They found a table, a rather long one, and everypony, including the guards, took a seat around it. Berry came back out in about twenty minutes with a large platter of sandwiches, another full of fries, and two pitchers. One smelled like Trottingham Beer, and the other smelled like Apple Soda.

She went back, grabbed several glasses, and sat them down in front of everypony. She took a seat near Bumble, and she grinned.

“So, Pina wrote me and said that you stuffed your cock up her tailhole.”

The drink Bumble just took ended up nearly getting spit out from his surprise. He forced himself to swallow, and took several gasps of air to get his breathing under control.

“Ummmm…. We’ve… I love your daughters very much.”

She laughed, “You’re still the same old Bumble. I remember when you could barely stand to talk to other ponies. It wasn’t because you were stuck up, but rather it was because of your social anxiety. I tried to tell Derpy that you were a severe introvert, just like your Dad.”

She grinned, “Never met a pony that loved a mare as much as he loved your mom. She was willing to herd with me, after I found out I was pregnant with Pinchy. He was fine with it, and to be honest, I think that he would have been a good father for my fillies,” she sighed, “He was a little neurotic, but he was a good stallion.”

She looked at his herdmates, “And a good stallion is hard to find, so you keep this one safe.”

They began to talk, the conversation lite and easy, and slowly as time began to tick by Bumble found that he rather enjoyed being with his herd, all of them. It felt right, their connection, how they seemed to join together so seamlessly felt right. He felt Pavi beside him, she seemed happy, and she leaned against his shoulder.

“I hope that when you meet my mother that things go this smoothly,” Pavi said as she snuggled against his arm.

“Any reason they wouldn’t?”

Pavi shook her head, “No, but I know from experience that things tend to happen.”

She looked at Bumble, giving him a little smile she kissed his cheek, “Things usually seem to happen that we aren’t prepared for.”

Bumble sat there, considering what Pavi had said. There was some truth to it of course. Things did seem to happen, often things that went a bit above and beyond the normal senses of crazy, but it wasn’t all bad. The changes in his own life lead him to where he was, and honestly he felt as if he was simply part of something special. He felt Honeypot next to him, the way she leaned against his other shoulder reminded him of the fact that she could very well be pregnant.

If she was, if she was in season when they rutted, well, it was something he’d happily deal with later. Sitting there, he considered everything happening, and he looked toward one of his soon to be mother-in-laws. Berry was always so full of life, and so willing to help out other ponies even after several of them began talking about her. Pina and Pinchy both took after her like that. They both wanted to help, and he could tell that their influence on his own life had certainly been for the better.

“Bumble, do you… do you mind if we talk for a moment?” Pavi asked as she nervously rubbed her hands together.

“Sure, go ahead.”

She shook her head, “No, alone, please?”

He nodded, got up with her, and walked toward the hall where the restrooms were. Standing in there Pavi looked at him, and he could tell how nervous she was.

“I… I wanted to let you know that I’m at the last point of the potions.”

He looked a little confused, “Potions?”

She rolled her eyes, “Obviously you know that I’m different, right?”

He nodded, “Sure, it doesn’t bother me though.”

She smiled, “And I’m glad,” she sighed and looked at the wall, “Bumble, I don’t want you to help with this. It’s important to me that I do it on my own, but it’s going to take a while. By Celestia’s tight snatch it took me over a year to save up the bits to get the potions to start the change and get my breasts,” she giggled slightly, “and I want the rest of the change to happen, but it could take a while, and I… I want to know that you’re okay with this.”

She expected a hug, or a gentle kiss, but what she got was Bumble’s lips on her own, his hands on her skirt, his fingers fumbling with the buttons on the side. She pushed him back, unbuttoned the hem, and slid her skirt down to reveal that she went without panties. Her expectations were once again dashed as she expected him turn her around, possibly lick her tailhole, and certainly stuff it. Instead he kissed down her stomach. Her eyes widened as she felt this. She felt herself hardening, and she stopped him.

“You...you don’t have to,” she said.

He looked up at her, “You’re my mare, and I’ve done this for Luna,” he smiled at her surprised expression, “It was in a dream. But this doesn’t seem wrong to me. You’re my mare. I want to love you, so, let me love you.”

She felt him kiss her. Her eyes almost rolled into the back of her head as she felt him take her into his muzzle. She let out a small squeak of pleasure as he did this. Her head turned to the side, she began to pant, and then she saw the open door, and Pina standing there. Her other herd mate stepped through the door, closed it, and began to strip. She walked toward them, her mouth catching Pavi’s in a kiss.

“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” she whispered, as she began to nibble on Pavi’s neck, “You’re going to let him take you, right?”

Pavi nodded, not able to really form words, “Good, because I want in on this.”

The next few moments were a bit of a blur, Pavi’s muzzle was in Pina’s snatch, her tongue licking her herdmate clean, and then she felt Bumble in her tailhole. She grunted and moaned as he took her. Suddenly she felt herself lifted, scooted forward, and suddenly her length between Pina’s breasts. Her herd mate was squeezing her massive breasts together, taking the tip of her length with every stroke, and she felt Bumble getting close.

She felt herself go first, filling Pina’s mouth with her essence, and then she felt Bumble fill her tailhole. Oh, she wanted to finish the transition. She needed to finish it. She needed to finish it because she wanted to carry his foals. She needed to carry them.

He pulled from her tailhole, and began to stand up. Before he could try to get dressed, she turned around and began to give him the same love and care he had given her. She looked up at him, coyishly batting her eyes at him.

Pina smiled as she got up and grabbed her clothes, “Bumble, just so you know, you are going to be rutting all of us tonight.”

He smiled, he honestly couldn’t have it any other way.

Bonus Scene# 12 Memories

Bumbling through my Education

Bonus Scene

Memories

“Mom, I’ve got something to tell you.”

Luciana Pavari remembered those words so well. She looked at the small house where she was raised. The place where her mother had went to raise her after her father had left. To say that everything was perfect would have been a stretch. To be more direct she never really felt like like she was supposed to. Well, what she assumed she was supposed to feel like. She walked into the house, taking in everything as she moved from room to room. Today was a good day, her mother was somepony that was respected in Ponyville, although she knew what it was like to be alienated.

Since her mother was a Thestral Pony, a Lunar Pegasus, she knew what it was like to have other ponies be wary of her. Still, her mother took great care of her, and helped her greatly. Although it was so awkward and strange being in the wrong body. That was the only way she could really explain it. She started life as a colt, she grew into a stallion, and she played the part of a colt for an exceptionally long time. It was just that, a part, a mask that she was wearing so that no pony would see that she was a filly trapped in a colt’s body. There was so many things she was ashamed of because of her hiding who she was.

One of those things was Merry Baker. She looked at a picture her mother had out of her as a colt. It wasn’t a bad picture, although it did hurt a little. The filly in the picture with her, Merry, was one of the sweetest fillies she’d ever known. It was the night of the summer dance, the night that Merry had asked her to be her special somepony, the night she… She put the picture down.

“Everything okay sweetie?”

She looked at her mom, fresh tears in her eyes, “Just thinking.”

Petite Mort shook her head at her daughter. She walked toward where she was standing and looked at the picture she had put down. The filly didn’t know, even she didn’t fully know, and her little colt did a brave thing only to end up breaking that little filly’s heart. She took a seat on her old couch, patted the cushion beside her, and waited for her daughter to sit.

As Pavi sat Petite noticed how many of her features Pavi had developed. She was certainly becoming a beautiful mare, and the Prince Consort was indeed lucky to have her in his herd. Of course she understood that anypony would likely think the same about their foals.

“What happened with Merry was not your fault, and you did a brave thing by letting her know.”

Pavi sighed and looked at her hooves, “I know, but she didn’t trust any stallion after that.”

Petite laughed, “That’s not true. She married, has foals, lives with her husband, and from what I understand is quite happy.”

Pavi smiled, “Mom, did you ever resent me? I mean, for telling you that I was a filly?”

Petite shook her head and smiled at her daughter, “Not once,” she sighed, “Your father was not a good stallion. He only stayed with us because he liked to rut me, and because he thought that he could make you like him. I’m very glad that you’re not.”

Pavi grinned, “I remember him saying that I wasn’t his foal, and you told him that he could be right.”

Petite laughed as she thought of that night. What Pavi said was true. She did tell him that it was just as likely that Pavi wasn’t his. Of course that was a lie. She was loyal to him, even though she knew that his own loyalty began and ended at their front door. She knew of his flings with a few Solar Pegasi, a couple of Unicorns, and a whole slew of Earth Ponies. She didn’t hate a one of those other mares. It was likely they had fallen for the same line she fell for. Being told that she was beautiful, that he couldn’t stand the thought of not having such beauty in his life, and then the dinners, the sweet talking, and finally their going to bed together.

She would give Cosmic that much. He knew how to give orgasms out like they were candy. She could remember all of the times he rutted her, and of course being the mare she was, each piece of that furniture was destroyed. Her family believed that hanging onto something from a bad relationship was welcoming another bad relationship back with open arms.

So their bed, the old table, the couch, recliner, desk and rug had been burned. She had replaced it all, and of course she raised her daughter. She remembered how Pavi wanted to go to school in a dress, and their move here, to Ponyville, allowed her to and be a filly. She let her dress in dresses, as she got older she would help find stuffed bras for her to wear, and then Pavi came home with the news about the potions.

She had never seen her daughter so driven. She worked double shifts, did side jobs, all of it so that she could get the potions she needed to begin the transition into a mare. She heard something, and her eyes went to the door.

“Enter.”

The door opened and she saw the stallion that caught her daughter’s eye. To see him on a street one would wonder what was so special, but she knew that her daughter had far better judgement than she did. Not only that, but her daughter had filled her in on Bumble’s size. Were she a few years younger she might would have attempted to work herself into his herd as well, but she simply wasn’t as young as she would have preferred.

“I hope I’m not intruding.”

Petite shook her head, “Of course not. Please, have a seat.”

Bumble came in, and was followed by the rest of his herd. Petite looked at them, and she sighed as she realized just how many there was. And she could smell something on them. There was two, no three, of them with foal, and she could smell one of them coming into season. There was little doubt in her mind that this Prince was going to be up to his neck in foals before long. Of course the moment she saw Princess Luna she bowed.

“Please, rise. Here, like this, I am Bumble’s herdmate, and nothing else.”

Petite nodded, “So, just to satisfy the question that has been burning in the back of my head, how long has my new soon to be son been rutting my daughter in her tailhole?”

Meeting the Family

Bumbling through my Education

Chapter 14: Meeting the Family

Honeypot looked at the letter she was holding. The news that Blueblood was going to support Luna’s decision on a consort barely even registered. The fact that after this weekend they’d be heading back to Canterlot didn’t seem to matter. Instead she was holding a letter written by her father. Dydoe Pierce was a good stallion, a talented artist, and a multitude of other things, but a letter writer wasn’t one of them.

She usually got her letters from Silky Spectre that included some comments and questions from all of her mothers, and of course her father, Dydoe Pierce, asking if she was doing well, to make sure that she’s taking care of herself, and so on. To get a letter directly from him meant that she could be in a little bit of trouble. She broke seal of the envelope, prayed that she was wrong, and opened the letter.

”My little Moon and Stars,

I believe we are close, I truly do, and I know that your brothers and sisters share my attention, but I know how close all of us are, and Honeypot, My little Moon and Stars, you are my oldest. So Naturally I look to you to set a good example to your brothers and sisters. Which is why I was perplexed.

I learned of your dating, and apparent engagement, not from your own lips, but rather through the news. So, since your mothers and I found out through the newspaper, it seems only fitting that you introduce us to the stallion that has won your heart. We hope to hear from you soon,

Your father,

Dydoe Pierce

She sighed. It wasn’t trouble, not really, but it wasn’t exactly the greatest thing in the world either. Everything was happening, and she hadn’t stopped and thought about her family. At least not about introducing them to Bumble. She knew that her entire family would be fine with her being part of a herd, after all they expected that. But she was concerned with how some of her mothers might tease Bumble relentlessly.

It wouldn’t be meant as anything more than good natured teasing, but she did worry how Bumble would take it. For the most part he didn’t seem seem as withdrawn as he had at first, and that was certainly a good first step. Still, she was worried that he wasn’t quite up to the point of being inspected by her mothers. She knew that Silky Spectre would insist that she check to make sure that he had a tool between his legs that would make her daughter happy.

While she knew that her mother would be joking she was worried that Bumble wouldn’t realize that. So either he’d get flustered, or he’d get flustered and fish it out for her. Which if the latter happened she was certain that her mothers would begin questioning her if she tore when he went to put it in, and was she taking it up the tailhole. Oh Celestia she didn’t look forward to explaining that she had taken it up the tailhole a time or three.

She could practically hear Dusty Rose letting out a long low whistle at that revelation. Not to mention her father would absolutely want to have Bumble model for him. That was going to be interesting. Her father was an artist in every sense of the word. He painted, he sculpted, he wrote poetry and prose, he played music. His special talent was art, not a subject in it, but all art. He was good at what he did, and there was times the herd would consider bringing in another stallion.

She still remembered when she was thirteen and they brought in Fair Weather. Fair was nice, but he certainly like colts better than mares. Which was good because Dydoe didn’t share his mares. He did however enjoy a stallion’s company as well. She was never so happy to see somepony leave as she was to see Fair leave. He was so stuck up about things. That was the last time the herd brought in a stallion, and she understood why.

It wasn’t really for the good of the herd. She loved her father, very much, but he could at times be selfish, and he wanted to have his cake and eat it too. She thought about Bumble and she was so thankful that he wasn’t like Dydoe. He actually just wanted to focus on them. Dydoe seemed just seemed like he wanted to be with his wives, but he still wanted to act like he was an artist still living alone. It just didn’t seem right. Oh, he had gotten better, but she was certain that her mothers had more to do with that than just him wanting to change.

She swallowed her nervousness, walked toward Bumble, and gave an uncertain smile. He reached for her, and she gladly accepted the hug he was offering. It felt right, and she was so happy that he wanted to show all of them how much he loved them.

“Bumble, how do you feel about making another trip?”

He looked at her a little confused, “Oh, where to?”

She grinned, “Fillydelphia?”

“Why?”

“My parents want to meet you, and all of us, and well, it would…”

She stopped when he kissed her. She tasted the aftertaste of Derpy’s Blueberry muffins on his lips. Honestly, she could just stay right there, just right in that moment, and she’d be fine.

“Sure, I’m fine with it.”

He glanced over at most of his herd, “I think we all will be okay with it. I’m even sure that Luna would want to go.”

Her eyes widened at that thought. Her father had talked about doing a full nude sculpture of the royal sister for years. Inwardly she groaned because she knew he was going to try and talk Luna into posing for him. What she’d seen of Luna so far certainly told that her herdmate wouldn’t be bashful, but she did wonder if she would take offense to the way her father would ask.

She sighed. There was absolutely no way around it. She couldn’t deny what was apparently obvious, and that was that her father, good stallion that he was, tended to be a little self absorbed, somewhat deviant, artist. She hoped that he at least wouldn’t greet her herdmates with a pinch on the rump. That would be incredibly awkward to explain.

She looked toward Bumble as he began to tell Pina and Pinchy about the plan, both of them seemed incredibly interested. Especially since they seemed to have family in Fillydelphia. She wasn’t sure why, but part of her almost wished that some of them would want to hang back. It wasn’t that she didn’t want her herd with her, but instead she was worried about how everypony was going to handle meeting all of her parents. No, that wasn’t right. She was worried about how her herd was going to handle meeting her father.

She didn’t doubt that Pina would be fine with him, and the same went with Flagrante, but Pinchy might be a little embarrassed, she could only imagine what Majira and Cumulus would be like. She calmed down. It wouldn’t do any good to get all upset, or worried, instead she needed to help make sure that her herd was ready for the trip, and she’d just handle everything else when they got there.

The hours ticked by, everypony had their bags packed, and then she looked at Bumble. He looked relaxed, and she took a moment to really take in how relaxed he was. Her eyes went to Luna who looked somewhat excited, and then she noticed somepony else. She knew their herd was going, but she didn’t realize that some of the extended family was.

What she saw was Berry Punch walking toward them. She was wheeling four barrels on top of a dolly. She parked the load, wiped her brow, and smiled.

“My daughters informed me that everypony is heading to Fillydelphia, right?”

Honeypot nodded, “Yeah?”

She smiled, “Good, I asked Carrot and Written to watch the tavern, and since my idiot sister Pinot Noir lives out there, I’m sure she could use a little of the family wine. She never has been any good at making it, but she can pack it away like the rest of us.”

“Four...Four barrels?”

Berry laughed and looked at Cumulus, “Sweetie, she’s an Earth Pony, with Earth Pony strength and durability. Not to mention the last letter said her tavern was going to shite. So, most likely a barrel for herself, four for her tavern.”

The porter looked at the barrels, the massive amount of luggage, and shook his head. There were guards there, but past experience told him that they would just be hanging back, not doing much of anything, and leaving him to do load everything onto the train. Grumbling, he activated his magic, and quickly stopped. His horn smoked a bit. The brown unicorn stallion rubbed his aching horn, too much magic used today to move too much luggage. It meant doing this the Earth Pony way.

He began grabbing luggage, starting with a large trunk that had a crescent moon on the side of it. He lifted it, and before he could stop himself his mouth opened, “By Luna’s gaping snatch this is bucking heavy!”

His eyes widened as he looked at the lunar diarch.

“My most humble apologies your highness, I…I truly meant no offense.”

Looking at the young unicorn she decided that now would be a good time to tease somepony. She gave him a look of extreme displeasure, the kind she normally reserved for the nobility, and she leaned close to him.

“Dost thou knowest what we had done to those who dare take our name in vain?”

She watched as he shook, his eyes widened, his irises shrank into pinpricks, and he threw himself onto the ground.

“I’ll never say it again! Please! I don’t want to go to the dungeon! I’m too cute! I’ll end up being somepony’s mare, and I like mares! I don’t wanna go to the dungeons!!!!!”

She giggled, and knelt down beside him. She touched the green porter’s uniform he was wearing, “Rise. All is forgiven. Perhaps th...you, should find somepony else to help you.”

He stood, slowly, swallowing his nervousness, “My apologies your highness, but I’m afraid that I am the only one available. Caramel took today off, and Ms Stripes can’t do any lifting.”

She looked at the guards, “Then today you have help. Guards, load the luggage, and tip the porter.”

One of the Pegasus guards raised her eyebrow, “Your highness?”

She looked at the guard, “Remind me, what is your rank?”

The guard cleared her throat, “Sergeant, your highness.”

“And tell me, how long did it take you to become sergeant?”

“Five...Five years Your Highness.”

Luna smiled, “Would you like the chance to relive earning your way back to Sergeant, or would you rather help load the luggage?”

“Your Highness, I believe I’ve never wanted to load luggage so much in my life.”

Following the Sergeant’s example the rest of the guard practically fought over who would load the luggage into the train car. She watched them, and then watched as the same Sergeant that she had spoken with dropped four bits into the porter’s hand. He turned and looked at Luna.

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

She waved him off, “You are quite welcome. Enjoy your evening.”

Berry Punch loaded the barrels she brought, not really trusting the guards who seemed to be panicking. Once loaded, she helped the conductor secure them in the caboose. Following the others she watched as the conductor began to assign cabins. Instantly, she realized that her daughters’ herd would want to be together, and that would be difficult. Most of these cabins simply weren’t set up for that, or at least they weren’t when she had rode the express several years ago.

Instead she saw the car door open, and there was a mostly open cabin with eight beds hooked to the walls. It was large to house everypony without too much trouble. Looking outside, Berry could see the sun setting, and she watched as Luna’s horn lit up and the Moon began to rise. So it made sense that the conductor was getting them into the sleeper cabin. She walked in with rest of them.

The group began to split up, but she noticed that Pinchy and Pina were sharing a bed, indicating that she could, and should, take the one below them. She gave her daughters a grateful smile, crawled into the bed, and started to close her eyes. She took a moment to see Bumble laying next to Honeypot, and she grinned at that.

She certainly wanted him to make her fillies happy, but she had seen how wound up Honeypot was. The poor filly was being an alpha, but she was nervous inside. So, instead of making her face it alone Bumble was behind her, holding her, and she felt a rush of relief. She knew he was a good colt, but it made her feel better seeing that action. It helped her realize that he was indeed the kind of colt that she wanted to be with her daughters.

Honeypot felt Bumble holding her. She felt the outline of his massive cock against her rump, but he didn’t try to talk her out of her clothes. Instead he was being a decent stallion. He was caring for how she felt, what she was thinking, and she loved him for that. Although to be honest she could more than use the distraction. She grabbed his hand, moving it under her shirt, up to her breasts, and felt him softly grab her right breast.

He gently fondled it, and she let out the tiniest moan as she felt his talented fingers pinching her nipple. She felt his other hand move into the waistband of her yoga pants. He paused, obviously asking for permission before continuing. She nodded, hoping that he realized she wanted him to, and she was rewarded with the presence of his fingers tracing the outline of her pussy. She moaned softly as he played with her.

“Bumble please,” she asked as she felt herself getting wet.

She felt the touch of his magic as her yoga pants went down to her knees, her shirt moved up, and she lifted her arms as it moved of of her, and then folded up on a clean spot beside their bed. She started to turn, but he kept her where she was. She heard the sound of his zipper opening, the feel of his cock, and she noticed how he was positioning her body. He was behind her, nearly molded to her, and then she felt him enter her.

That wonderfully massive tool of his slid into her waiting, wet, and intense inferno. She moaned deeply, the sound sure to wake those close to her. He pulled back slightly before sliding forward again. Not removing her yoga pants had caused her legs to be unable to move, to shift, and in turn it was causing his thrusts to feel different. It felt like he was bigger, which she was knew was impossible since he was already huge, and it felt like he was going deeper.

“Bumble… R...Rut me!” she moaned out.

She felt him gaining in speed, and she couldn’t help but love the feeling he was giving her. This was what she wanted, this was amazing. She felt him getting close, and then he pulled out. She was about to say something when she felt him pressing against her tailhole. She felt it nudge in, and then it disappeared into her.

“Ngh! Ugh! Y..Yeah! Oh BUMBLE YES!!!!”

She felt his hands on her belly, his cock so deep in her tailhole, and she was beyond the point of getting close. She felt herself gush from everything he was doing. She lay there, panting, desperately attempting to catch her breath. She felt him nuzzle behind her, and she relaxed against him.

“I love you,” he said as he kissed her neck, “I hope you realize that nothing will change that.”

She smiled, “I love you too, and I’m counting on that,” she sighed, “Bumble, when we meet my father, please know that I take after my mother.”

He gently squeezed her against himself, “I haven’t met him, but I’ve got to believe that your father is a good stallion.”

She smiled, “Why?”

He kissed her neck again, his hands gently rubbing her belly, “Because, he helped make you.”

She smiled, closed her eyes, and soon fell fast asleep. As she gave into the sleep that she so richly deserved she noticed that the room wasn’t the large open sleeper car, but rather it was Luna’s bedroom. She also noticed that her herd mates were there. Luna walked toward her, a sweet smile on her face. She took a seat next to Honeypot, and pulled the much younger mare into an embrace.

“You do realize that what Bumble said goes me as well.”

Honeypot blushed. Not from being nude, no, that was simply a part of being in a herd, especially one that had no problems with ponies sleeping with each other, and helping to take care of one another. No, she blushed because she understood that Luna was comforting her. She’d seen her birth mother, the alpha in her mother’s herd, act like the grounding stone that kept everypony grounded.

She expected that of herself. She expected to be that stone, and to always put her herd first, regardless of what the problems or situations was that they faced. She knew that her mother most likely had been comforted, but what she remembered the most was how strong her mother was.

“Honeypot, you need not worry about your family.”

She looked at the floor, and then at Luna, “I get that, but I can’t help it. I just know that my father is going to say, or do, something that is going to embarrass me, and most likely offend all of you.”

Luna lifted her head, “Are you your father?”

She shook her head no.

Luna smiled, “Then why do you care if he makes a tailhole of himself? It isn’t your responsibility to carry this weight on your own shoulders. We are a herd, and we share each others’ burdens. Is that not what a herd does?”

She nodded, “It is.”

With that Luna kissed her, and they lay next to each other. She felt another body snuggle against her and she saw Pina. Her younger herdmate gently played with her mane, letting her feel better, until Pina yawned and stretched.

“This is kind of nice. So, we’re all here?”

Luna shook her head, “No, Bumble is currently dreaming of his creations doing what they are meant to do. It’s a pleasant dream, a kind one, and I wish not to bring him out of it.”

Pina looked at Honeypot who was looking at her, “Thank you,” she said before she kissed Honeypot, “I’m glad that I’m in a herd with you.”

“I feel the same.”

The feeling in the room was one of contentment, and while all of the herdmates did enjoy each other, and certainly Bumble, right now they seemed to just enjoy being near one another. The peacefulness of it seemed to last for an exceptionally long time, or at least until the sound of the train’s whistle blew. Honeypot’s eyes opened, and she could see the moon lowering, the sun rising, and the breaking of a new day. She remembered coming to Canterlot from Fillydelphia before, and she knew how long the trip was. The trip was at least a solid thirty-six hours, and that was using the express that simply went to the destination and made no stops at other stations.

Of course it meant being on the train for a while, but there was worse things. She felt Bumble waking up, his hands still on her, and she snuggled against him. His wonderful cock had slipped out of her tailhole, and she was slightly grateful for that. While she loved the feeling of being filled for him the last time it didn’t slip out her poor tailhole was extra sore the next day. She yawned, grabbed her shirt, pulled it on, and pulled her yoga pants up.

She knew that there would be a wet spot, but that was why she was going to find her suitcase, grab a change of clothes, and find the train’s shower. She found her suitcase fairly easy, and the shower was something she discovered at the end of the car. She stripped off, stepped into the shower, and let the hot water cascade down her nude form.

Was she still worried? Absolutely, but not for the reasons she was before. Luna and Bumble had both reassured her that nothing that happened would make them love her any less. That was a wonderful thing to know. She wasn’t worried too much over the others because everypony seemed to feel the same about one another. Instead, she worried about the more common worries. Sleeping arrangements, how her siblings were going to handle being moved into tighter quarters, and how well would they accept her new herd. She knew that her brother, Po, would most likely be fine with accepting them. He was a few years younger, but from what she’d read from Silky, Po was seeing a little filly.

She pushed it out of her mind, finished her shower, dried with one of the towels the train provided, and stepped out, got dressed, and looked to see everypony getting up. It was finally Pina who stretched out, and looked at everypony else.

“Let’s see what the dining car has.”

With that the group headed toward the dining car, and apparently the cook had learned that royalty was aboard. So what was prepared there was something fit for royalty. Sweet rolls, omelets, hay bacon, toast, various types of jams and jellies, and then turnovers. Everypony moved toward the booths that were lined against the wall. Once they were comfortable the waiter began taking orders, bringing the food out, and Honeypot looked at the mouth watering turnover.

She bit into it, tasting fudge, and she giggled as she thought about it. She watched Bumble, who sat across from her, eating his omelet, and she showed him the inside of the turnover. He seemed confused until he realized what it was, and then his eyes widened. She laughed at his reaction, and set back to eating her meal.

Most of the train ride was basically the same. The chief, as he called himself, seemed to use everything at his disposal in order to make the best meals he could for the Princess and her herd, but he seemed more relaxed when the train finally stopped. Honeypot walked with her herd out of the train while the porters retrieved their luggage. Berry Punch watched as they retrieved her barrels of wine, and together they group looked at the station.

That’s when Honeypot heard the sound of running hooves. She turned and felt a body practically slam into her, arms wrapping around her, and lifting her into the air. She sighed as she was hugged by her birth mother, the second in command of the herd she was born into, Posey.

Posey hugged her daughter, loving the fact that she was home to visit, and she nuzzled her as she held her. She was something of an oddity, and she knew it. A body built like an Earth Pony, but she was a Pegasus. She once had to explain to one of her friends that she was a Clydesdale, not Cloudsdale, but Clydesdale Pegasus. Which a Clydesdale Pegasus was a Pegasus that had more Earth Pony in her heritage than Pegasus.

She never minded though, and all it really meant for her was that she didn’t have the weather manipulation that most Pegasi had. Still, it wasn’t bad at all. She could fly, and she could do the same kind of work that an Earth Pony did. She smiled at her daughter, taking in how she had her father’s coat and mane. But at least she had her eyes.

“I’m so glad that you made it! Is this your herd?! Oh, that must be your stallion! Hi! I’m Posey, Honeypot’s mother!”

Before he could get a word in edgewise Posey, who was built like her daughter, ran toward him. He noticed right away that her shirt did little to hide the wonderful set of breasts she had, and that her jeans seemed to hug her curves like a second skin. He also noticed that while she was obviously a huggy Pegasus she had Earth Pony strength.

“Okay! I’m going to get all of you home, and then we’ll enjoy getting to know each and everyone of you!”

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Bonus Scene # 13 Whet's Adventure

Bumbling through my Education

Bonus Scenes

Whet’s adventure

Whet lay next to Amethyst, both of them covered in sweat, both panting from the round of rutting they just put each other through. To her credit, Amethyst’s mother seemed to be fine with him dating her daughter, but she did warn him about flying lessons if he broke her heart. Naturally he had absolutely no intention of ever hurting this mare. She shifted, her wonderful heart shaped rump pressing against him.

“That was fantastic,” she moaned.

He smiled, “It was love, and I’m glad that you said yes to being my special somepony. I don’t think I could bloody well take it knowing that a good mare like you was with some other bloke.”

She giggled and wiggled her rump against him, “I’m not the tail lifting kind. I think that I’m a little too much like my Mom. I find a good stallion, and I’m going to keep him,” she said as her horn lit up and he felt her magic around his cock, “And you’re a good stallion.”

The second time began slower than the first. Both of them were still so sensitive, but Whet felt the way her marehood fit around his cock, the way he slid into her, and he was so glad that she was his mare. She leaned against him, and anything she ever asked, well he doubted that he could say no to it. He felt the walls of her marehood contracting around him, the way she felt was driving him over the edge, and he felt his orgasm hit him right before hers hit.

The two lay there, and she slowly moved until she was facing him, “Do you mind if we try something, interesting?”

He raised an eyebrow, “Define interesting love.”

She kissed him, a sly smile crossing her face, “Nothing that would be harmful, but I think that you’d enjoy it once we tried it.”

Realizing that he couldn’t say no, he nodded, “Sure.”

The night claimed them, and he woke up next to her the next day. She kissed him before getting out of bed. She informed him that her work had her scheduled for half a day, but after that she’d be home, and they could have some fun. He grinned, overly joyed about that prospect. The moment she left his mind began to wander, his thoughts circled around what it could have been that she was planning, but regardless he’d committed himself. The only thing left to do was to do it.

He spent the day getting candles ready, finding some roses and spread them out, putting on some soft music, and getting the atmosphere ready for her. He heard the door open, and he turned to see Amethyst standing there. She was in a robe, that she pulled off, and he could see the bodice she was wearing. It pushed her breasts up, giving the illusion of bigger breasts, not that he complained about hers, and she was wearing fishnet stockings that connected to a garter belt. There was no panties, but she had a set of fuzzy shackles in her hand.

“Ready?”

He nodded, letting her lead him to the bedroom. She had him lie down, and then before he could say a word she slipped a magic nullifier on his horn, flipped him over with her magic, stripped him, and secured the shackles at the same time.

“The safe word is Cáca milis.”

He saw the thing in her hands, “What’s… What’s with the dildo love?!”

“Hmmm, this is what we’re trying,” she said as she slipped it into a harness, and his eyes widened, “Don’t worry, I’ve got some lube.”

“Wait… Maybe we can not try that? I’m fine with some bondage, but…” he was saying before he felt a finger enter his tailhole. His eyes widened as he felt it in there.

He felt it leave, and then he felt the false phallus against him. It pushed and he squeezed his eyes tight, “Never done this before love!”

“Relax,” she cooed, “And enjoy it.”

He felt it slip in, and instantly two things came to his mind. The first was that this was not something he was going to want to jump up and do all of the time, and the second, well, the second was that she was going deeper.

“Caca milk!”

“What?”

“Safe word!”

She stopped, leaned forward, and kissed his ear, “What is it?”

“Caca something! Don’t care, take that bleeding cock out of me tailhole!”

She pushed a little more, and he grunted as he felt her rubbing against something that actually started making him hard.

“You sure?”

He shook his head no.

“Good, now try to relax. I don’t want to hurt you… I actually love you.”

She began slowly, letting him get used to the feeling, before she began to pull out further, and then slide the full length into his tailhole. Before long his grunts were moans, he was panting, and she knew that he was about to explode. In truth so was she. This was something she wanted to try, and it felt so amazing. He didn’t know it, but she had another fake cock, in her tailhole, that was doing to her what she was doing to him.

She was using her magic to control it, and she had bought both of these special just for tonight. The one in her was something she saw at Bad Gryphon. It was a copy of Whet’s cock, she knew that, and the one in him, well, it was a smaller one. She didn’t want to use his own cock, or Celestia forbid her brother’s, to get him used to doing this.

She had no intention of making this an everyday thing, but something that happened once in awhile, yeah, she could take that. She heard him grunt, and then she felt him tense. She stayed right there, just like that, and let him ride his orgasm out. He was panting as she got off of him, letting the fake cock slide out of his tailhole. He was breathing hard. He looked at her, and she leaned forward giving him a kiss before her magic removed the one out of her. His eyes widened.

“You were taking one in there too eh?”

She nodded, “Of course, I didn’t want to let you have all of the fun.”

He felt her snuggle against his chest, “I love you Whet. I meant that. I really do.”

He grinned, “Love you too, but… Let’s keep that sort of thing as a once in a very great while sort of thing. Sound good to you love?”

She nodded, “Sure.”

Bonus Chapter # 14 Remembering Silent

Bumbling through my Education

Bonus Scenes

Remembering Silent

The field was beautiful. Lilacs seemed to grow naturally here, and that was wonderful. They were his favorite kind of flowers. Her golden eyes teared up as she neared the small hill. Amethyst, Bumble, and Dinky knew the grave was here, but they didn’t know that she liked to come and talk to him. To let Silent know how his foals were doing, how much she missed him, how each day felt like a small piece of her life had just simply stopped existing.

She didn’t want her foals to know that their mother could be sad, and she didn’t want them to share in that sadness. She wanted their memories of their father to be happy ones. She took a seat, brought out a small picture. She looked at the stallion in it, and she smiled at the military picture of Silent Victory. Bumble looked so much like his father. It was like someone took her coloring and painted over Silent’s chestnut coat and black mane and tail.

She looked at the marble headstone, something the guard had placed there for him, but it wasn’t really what represented Silent. No, Silent Victory was represented in his foals. How Amethyst was so intelligent, how much Bumble simply acted like him, and how Dinky had his boundless curiosity. She took a seat and looked at the lilacs. Roseluck had told her that the flower was special when it came to lovers. That they bloomed only where true love existed. In truth, she couldn’t agree more.

“Hi Sweetheart,” she smiled although her eyes were starting to fill with tears, “Your son is a stallion now.”

She giggled, “He found a good mare, and then a few others. He’s herding, and I think that you’d like them all. I do. He’s got a few foals now, and Silent, they’re so beautiful. One of them, well, one of them looks just like you.”

She leaned over, lying on the grass next to the barely noticeable mound. She gently put her hand on it, “He’s going to make some mare, or mares, or maybe stallions, very happy.”

She pulled her knees up to her chest, “I’m not mad anymore. I hurt, but I’m not mad. I… I just don’t know why you had to go. I get that it was your job, you were in the guard, but you were a desk pony.”

She sniffled a little, “They… They were supposed to leave you in Canterlot. You weren’t meant to go go over to where there was danger.”

She focused her good eye on the grave, “You were supposed to come home, help raise our foals, tell Bumble what to expect when he got with a mare.”

She closed her eyes, her memory diving back to them together. She could see him now, that lopsided smile of his, the way his blue eyes twinkled when he chased her. She could remember how he smelled like ink and sandalwood. She could remember how his touch felt, how sweet he tasted, the way it felt when he put that monster he carried between his legs up inside of her.

She opened her eyes and for a moment she saw him. Standing there, the same lopsided smile, that gentle loving expression, and then he disappeared. She sighed and sat up.

“I still love you,” she hugged herself, “I love you so much that I know no other stallion will match up.”

She heard something and looked up to see a few other families to fallen guards coming into the field. She started to get up, to leave, when she heard the slight fluttering of wings. She looked to see Princess Mi Amore Cadenza landing near her. She noticed that her belly was swollen, and that she was quite honestly fat with foal. She gave a gentle smile.

“I saw you over here by yourself. I’m surprised that your foals, and their families, aren’t with you.”

Derpy’s smile became a little sad, “I didn’t want them to see their mama getting all sad.”

Cadence smiled at her and touched her shoulder, “That’s part of life, and of love. My Auntie told me about Silent Victory. She said that you helped bring him out of his shell.”

Derpy smiled brightly, “I did.”

Cadence made her way to the ground, and motioned for her to sit across from her, “So, tell me about it. Please?”

Derpy grinned, “Okay…”

~~~~~Derpy’s POV~~~~~

I was heading home from shopping. At the time I wasn’t in flight school anymore. Although I passed I wasn’t the kind of pony that got assigned to weather duty. Instead I had to look for work where I could find it. At the time the only pony hiring was Mr. Rich’s grandpa, Stinking Rich. So, I was working as a delivery pony for him, and he had a few ponies in the Royal Guard that had come from Ponyville.

Stinking Rich wasn’t really running the store anymore. That went to his son, and grandson, but he did still tend to make sure that certain things were done. One of them was those deliveries. So, I made my drop to the guard office, and I was leaving. I just so happened to bump into this unicorn that was coming in.

He was so cute, and our muzzles had bumped into each other, and it… well we kind of kissed by accident. I remember that he tasted like blueberries. He said that he was sorry, helped me up, and asked if I was okay. Most ponies are nice, but for the longest time most ponies just ignored me. Here he was being so nice, and sweet, and then checking on me. I felt all flustered, and I think that it could have been that I was just starting my estrus cycle.

We talked, but I couldn’t help but notice how… There are stallions, and then there are stallions! From what I felt when we bumped into each other I was fairly sure he could have given a minotaur a run for their money. He was nice, he was hung, and he seemed like he liked me. I didn’t know how Unicorns courted, but us Pegasi don’t take long. We find somepony we like, and then we chase them.

And that’s what I did. He didn’t realize what was going on while I was chasing him. He must have thought that I was going to give him flying lessons, because when I caught him he’d get loose and try to run harder. Thankfully one of the Pegasus guards was able to explain to him that I was interested.

We, dated, well it seemed like a long time to me, but that was because I was a Pegasus. What should have been right away was actually three dates. On that last one… I couldn’t help myself, and I jumped him. It was wonderful, he was like me, we didn’t really know what we were doing. Oh, that’s not to say that we didn’t understand that dingdong went into the hooha, we got that, but we weren’t sure what made each other feel good.

So, we took time to figure it out. We took hours to figure it out. And when we were done I didn’t realize it, but we had a muffin in the oven. We got married not too long after, and his parents… They didn’t like that he married a Pegasus, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t a tribalist like they were. If they’d been nicer ponies I would have been fine with them seeing their grandfoals, but they just weren’t good ponies at all.

I never saw anypony so excited, and happy, when a foal was born. And he was like that when Bumble came around.

~~~~~Third Person POV~~~~~

“He sounds like he was quite a stallion.”

Derpy smiled, “He was. He was my special somepony.”

Cadence leaned over to her, “He still is.”

Derpy looked at her slightly confused, “What? What do you mean?”

Cadence smiled, “The flowers here, they only bloom where there’s love. And it can’t be one sided,” she sighed as she touched the flowers on the mound of Silent Victory’s grave, “It has to be love between two ponies. Whatever comes after, whereever he is, Silent Victory still loves you. He’s still your special somepony.”

Derpy’s smiled brightened, and she hugged the Princess of Love tightly.

Author's Note

(AN: I wanted to make an update today, despite what's going on. So, this chapter is especially dedicate to someone who always supported me. In Memoria patris mei)

Let's call it.....Art

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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Bonus Scene # 15 Amare Luna (Special Guest Author L0rd0f7hund3r)

Author's Note

(AN: A very special thank you to L0rd0f7hund3r for doing this chapter. Thanks buddy!)

Bonus Scene # 15 Amare Luna (Special Guest Author L0rd0f7hund3r)

Bumbling through my Education

Bonus Scenes

Amare Luna

Moondancer started blankly at the page in front of her. She had been reading on Stargazer’s Magical Interference Principal for the last four hours and her mind was operating under a cotton swab cover. She was also feeling a little cotton mouthed; it had been a few hours since she last had a drink of water. Declaring the principal she was having trouble reading salvageable after she whet her whistle, Moondancer removed herself to the drinking fountains. The library was quiet at this hour, given the preparations of the Canterlot denizens for Nocturna Circenses.

She always liked the water fountains in the Canterlot Central Library. The water was cool, the fonts were clean and free of rust, and the porcelain of the sink was free of scratches and other grime, too. Most ponies would gravitate towards the coffee shop that was recently installed a few weeks ago. Indeed, a small cluster of ponies were in the Flava Bean, drinking lattes, cappuccinos, and other assorted caffeinated beverages. She hadn’t given the shop her patronage yet, but the week was still young…

Once her throat was assuaged, Moondancer returned to her desk and study materials. Halfway there though, her attention was drawn away from her study of the arcane by a unique sight: a bat pony investigating the Horticulture section. Now, Moondancer was never one to judge, and Twilight would be disappointed if she gave in to such prejudices that others held against the thestrals. Still, she found it odd that this stallion was perusing through the books on plants. Especially since he was still wearing the uniform of the Lunar Guard. Such an elite operative in Princess Luna’s guard regiment was a sight to see and rare at that.

So, too, was the un-Equestrian beauty of his face. Moondancer was never one to fawn over any colt, but this stallion… She felt herself grow moist in her nethers and the moment she realized this, she cursed herself for wearing slacks today instead of a skirt. It didn’t help that Mr. Equestria had suddenly found her standing there and was purposely striding in her direction; his steel boots on the marble floor were surprisingly quiet.

“Excuse me, miss?” Asked the thestral, “I’m wondering if you can help me. I’ve been looking and looking for any literature on home gardening, specifically with a focus on nocturnal flora. Do you happen to know if there are any in this library? I would hate to have to make a trip to Ponyville for something so mundane…”

“Uh, uh,” Moondancer replied, “uh, yes, yes, I would. Heh-heh. Sorry, had a- brain malfunction or something. Yes, nocturnal flora you said?”

The guard nodded, adding, “I’ve been meaning to brighten up my belfry but I’m never awake or off duty when most bookstores are open. The public libraries are the only establishment open this late.”

“Ah, I see,” Moondancer said, then leaning down to a section of books on a lower shelf, “I think these might be of interest to you. The Pony’s Guide to Night Blooming Plant Species, How to Raise Your Moon Orchids, How I Stop Worrying and Learned to Love Deadly Nightshade, Umbra Lilies for Imbeciles…”

“That’s- quite the collection,” the guard said, scratching at the back of his neck, “I’ve been looking down this aisle for nearly an hour and didn’t even see those there.”

“Oh, when you frequent a library as often as I do,” Moondancer explained, “you get to know every nook and cranny, learn every eccentricity of the librarians, and even discovering entire sections of hardly anypony would pay attention to but you. But I digress…”

“Well, thank you very much miss-?” The Guard stated.

“Oh, uh, Moon- Moondancer,” Moondancer announced, “and you would be?”

“Lance Corporal Sound Ray,” the Guard replied with a proud smile, “of Her Majesty’s select Lunar Guard.”

“Sound Ray,” Moondancer repeated, “well, it was a pleasure helping you out, Lance Corporal-”

“Please,” Ray beamed, “you can call me Ray. I’ve been off duty for an hour now. Her Highness is feeling- frisky tonight and dismissed half the Lunar Guard to perform her marital duties. I swear, that Bumble kid is one lucky sucker.”

“Oh, yes, I heard about that,” Moondancer said, “some of my class were up in arms about that. My friend from Ponyville was actually rather excited about it. She tells me that tourism to the village has increased tenfold from the previous year.”

“You don’t say?” Ray retorted, “And you’re a student?”

Moondancer nodded, a blush forming on her muzzle, “I’m a graduate student, from the University, but- yeah, a student.”

“You’re talking like that’s a bad thing,” Ray said, “I’m all for getting an education. After my tour ends, I’m going to enroll in some night classes. I’m looking forward to becoming a botanist…”

Moondancer giggled, the sound coming out of her feeling very much like that from a filly, but she couldn’t care at that point. The thought of this well toned and articulate stallion becoming a botanist was too funny to pass up.

“Sorry, sorry,” Moondancer wheezed, “displaced imagery. I had this scene where you were tending a garden in full Guard armor…”

“No worries,” Ray replied, “and trust me, my squad mates tend to bust my balls even harder about my hobbies.”

She giggled, not knowing the degree of ribbing the stallion received for his eccentricities but imagining it was filled with pillow fights and verbal teasing. Just then, the town clocks began to chime. It was much later than she imagined it to be and she hadn’t finished studying yet. She had been so distracted by this lovely stallion that she nearly forgot about- oh, this was bad, she had forgotten what it was she was studying about! A cute yawn escaped her, she tried to muffle as quickly as possible. Sound Ray had heard and seen it, as evidenced by the shy smile creeping across his lips.

“So, uh, listen,” Ray began, “we just met and all, but it’s kinda rare for a stallion like myself to find such a cute mare in what time off he gets-”

“I’m not cute,” Moondancer proclaims, noticing a lock of her mane falling out of the messy bun she always sported, “I’d say I was average. I mean, I rarely wear makeup, I don’t wear the latest fashions, my hair is always a mess, and I’m about as coordinated as a cerberus with a migraine in two two of it's heads.”

“I still think you’re cute,” Ray countered, “and I should know; some of the mares in The Lunar Guard could pass for fashion models-”

Moondancer, who had been sporting a robust blush, was now wearing an apprehensive expression on her face.

“That is to say, as pretty as they are, they wouldn’t give me the time of day,” Ray continued, “and I’m not all for hardbodies. I like quiet mornings at home, drinking a fine tea and watching the birds fly about. So, if you’re not too busy, or sleepy, would you like to get a cup of tea or something from the coffee store here?”

At a loss for words, considering a dashing and handsome colt has just asked her out, in a way, Moondancer could do naught but dimly nod her head; she trusted not her voice to speak all the thousands or so of incredulities she was feeling right now.

“Great!” Sound Ray exclaimed, nearly disturbing the quiet of the library, “Let me go and get these books checked out. I’ll meet you in the Flava Bean in like, ten minutes.”

Moondancer nodded again, her voice coming out as little more than a squeak. She watched as Sound Ray beamed at her, telling her thanks, and then kept watch over him as he made his towards the circulation desk.

He’s smart, he’s cute, and he has the nicest flank I have ever seen, Moondancer thought to herself, by Faust, when did I become such a notorious flirt? Moondancer, you are such a naughty filly…

It was nearly dawn when Moondancer returned home. She and Sound Ray had spoken for hours, sometimes over current events, other times over the minutiae of life. Despite the fact that she was dead on her hooves when she met the Lunar Guard, she found herself alert and lively as they conversed. The copious amounts of tea she drank weren’t what kept her so coherent. She found herself drawn to the stallion and she thought fondly of him as she laid her down to sleep.

Sound ray was intelligent, that much she ascertained during their talk, but he was also courteous and despite a life spent in the Foal Mountains, he was highly knowledgeable of Canterlot politics and etiquette. He was also rather well read; he was able to challenge many of her preconceptions about life and society. Moondancer found out that Sound ray was an excellent debate opponent, given that he successfully countered many of her arguments about one subject or another.

The fact the he was handsome stallion was not lost on her, either. She was sure if she wrote to her friend Twilight- Sorry, Her Majesty, Princess Twilight Sparkle, Regent of Friendship, if she wrote to her, she thought her long time friend would squeal in delight and encourage Moondancer to pursue the stallion in earnest. Not that she would need much encouragement on that front.

The burning in her loins that she felt as they debated and joked was no fluke, she knew. She had never been with a stallion before, which was her fault to be honest. Before reuniting with Twilight, Moonie had spent a considerable amount of her time deep in study. There were days, neigh, weeks where she would go without bathing or even seeing the slightest hint of sunlight. Her nose had become affixed to a book and hardly could remove her from it.

Things were different now. She had weekly get togethers with Minuette, Lemon Hearts, and Twinkleshine and sent regular letters to Twilight. She did have to admit that Twilight’s life in Ponyville made her a little envious. All the adventure, a glorious castle (she had visited and was astounded by Twilight’s new home,) though she didn’t begrudge the new princess with her proximity to the Everfree Forest. Even in her visit to Ponyville, Moondancer kept one eye and both ears overlooking the forsaken woods, on alert for dangers that might emerge from there.

With a yawn, Moondancer decided she needed at least a few hours sleep. She sent a dragonfire message to her professor of her morning class, letting the mare know that she wouldn’t make it class today. Her reason? Well, she couldn’t lie, but she could navigate around the truth well enough. She told her professor that she had an interesting encounter with a “friendly acquaintance” and she had stayed out later than she planned. Moondancer had never made any excuses to cut class before, so she hoped that her professor wouldn’t try to follow up on this. The student dressed herself for bed, voided her bladder (TOO. MUCH. TEA.) and settled down to sleep. She was out cold within seconds.

Days passed, subjects were studied, and Moondancer had nearly forgotten about the batpony she met at the library. Not for lack of trying, though; Moondancer would frequent the library they met at the same hour she met him, but there was neither sight nor sound of Sound Ray. It may have been that he was on duty. He had told her that he had the night off when they last met. Although, given how their first (and last) meeting went, she was sure that Sound would want to continue befriend her.

Not that she had much time for that at the moment. Nocturna Circenses was quickly approaching and a great deal of her time was spent helping Minuette prepare the neighborhood with decorations for the party. While the Summer Sun Celebration and all the associated festivals that happened around it were a more formal series of affairs, Princess Luna decided that her festival times were to be much less so. The Night Circuses were designed to be a series of block parties all connected to a thrilling circus established in Canterlot Square. The parade would start at dusk, starting from Canterlot Palace and winding it's way through the city until it arrived at the square under twilight.

Moondancer had practiced a number of spells in conjunction with the festivities, including several lighting enchantments meant for turning the gaslights into area lamps. Minuette was joining a selection of other musically inclined unicorns to serenade the revelers, and Lemon Hearts was making some hors d'oeuvres and some other sundry treats. Twinkleshine wasn’t going to be in town for the party; she was visiting family but she sent a letter letting her friends know she was back home and having fun.

As evening drew near, Moondancer noticed a small gathering forming at the end of the block. The party goers weren’t to arrive for another hour, so these party crashers had come early. Minuette trotted up to Moondancer, apprehension in her eyes.

“Hey, Moonie,” she called out, “are you seeing this?”

Moondancer nodded, adding, “I think these guys are a little early.”

Minuette gave her friend a deadpan stare.

“You’re serious?” Minuette asked, “Those are Royal Guards over there!”

“They are?” Moondancer inquired?

Another deadpan glare was given, and then Minuette said, “Do you need order a new prescription for your glasses?”

“Now that you mention it, I do think I need to pay my opthamologist a visit,” Moondancer replied, “why?”

“Why?” Minuette replies back, “Those are Solar and Lunar Guards! They’re kind of hard to miss!” A pause, and then, “Why is that one Lunar Guard staring at us?”

“Which one?”

“The Pegasus with the corporal chevrons,” Minuette answers, “at least I think those are corporal chevrons. I’ve never been a military pony…”

Moondancer looks; her heart skips a beat when she recognizes the toothy grin of the Pegasus in Lunar Guard colors.

“Sound Ray,” she breaths and a quizzical expression comes over Minuette.

“You know that colt?” She asks, and when Moondancer nods, she adds, “Well, I’ll be tied in hemp, basted in honey and and fed to a bugbear. My Moonie, who has never seen a stallion outside of books and historical texts, managed nab her a cute one!”

“Faust damn it, Mini,” Moondancer growls, “it isn’t like that.”

“Not yet, anyway,” Minuette coos.

“So, anyway,” Moondancer says an apparent attempt to change the subject, “what do you think they’re doing here?”

“What do you think?” Minuette replies, “They’re here to inspect the parade route. Don’t want anypony casting a lethal spell at the Princesses now, would they?”

“But who-?” Moondancer began before relenting, “Right, okay, I guess it does make some sense. Anyway, I should go see what Sound Ray wants.”

“So this colt has a name-?” Minuette coos, only to get her sheet music shoved in her muzzle.

“None of your business, Mini,” Moondancer declares before trotting off to see Sound.

Minuette licks her tongue in mild annoyance, saying, “That filly needs to get laid.”

Meanwhile, Moondancer’s approach of the guards has not gone unnoticed. Several members of the Solar Guard watch her as she trots forward, spears held at ready but not in attack position. Very few of these hardened warriors think this bespeckled, homely filly as an immediate threat, but appearances have been deceiving before. The most experienced of Celestia’s elite can tell when a target is hostile at a distance; it is these soldiers who wave the others off. The Lunar Guards, being so newly reconstituted, are no slouches to determining threats. Unlike their Solar counterparts, though, the thestrals of Luna’s elite cohort have Moondancer assessed at a glance. Also, their fellow guard told them about her.

“Halt,” one of the burlier guards, an Earth pony, calls out to Moondancer, “identify: friend or foe?”

“Oh, come off it, Gleaming Shield,” one of the thestrals, a mare, calls out, “this filly isn't worth your time. Besides, she’s here to see my my lance corporal.”

The aforementioned Gleaming Shield gives the thestral a menacing look, “What do you mean, Eclipse? What do you know about this mare that I don’t?”

“Well,” Eclipse replies, “for one, she isn’t a threat. She lives here; her scent is everywhere in this neighborhood. Second, if she were hostile, me and mine would pick her up as soon as we stepped hoof in this burg. We know aggressors and changelings by smell… Also, my lance corporal knows of this filly.”

Shield turns towards Sound and asks, “Is this true?”

Sound nods, adding, “Yes, sir, it is, sir. I met her a week ago. She’s a graduate student of the University, doing research and the like for the School of Gifted Unicorns.”

“Is that so?” Shield asks, now turned to Moondancer.

“Uh, yes, it is,” she answers, “I’m a research assistant for Professor Gladhoof, on loan from Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns. I can give you my student ID number and Royal Equestrian Archives Verification-”

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Shield says, raising a hand to stop Moondancer from rambling, “but I will be checking in with Professor Gladhoof to verify your status later. Guards, as you were.”

The Solar Guard contingent stands down from ready position. Moondancer let's out a breath she didn’t know she was holding as Sound Ray approaches her.

“Sorry for that,” he says, “with everything going on with the princesses right now, security is getting ramped at all public appearances. Also, sorry for not coming by to see you. The last week has been a blur what with Princess Luna joining a herd and the grousing that the nobles are having over it. The Captains of the Guards are in fits trying to get security details and logistics for it all straightened out. Which means yours truly has been busier than a one legged apple bucker.”

“Well, that does explain your absence,” Moondancer says, “but the least you could have done was sent me a note.”

“You’re right,” Sound admits, “one note to explain why I was nowhere to be seen. Of course, if would have helped if I weren’t on a covert op.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, sorry, I can’t say more,” Sound replies, “that’s why they’re called ‘covert operations.’ But I’m back, so, maybe I can get to enjoy this festival with you?”

“Are you asking me out, Sound Ray?” Moondancer inquires.

“Well, I wasn’t exactly asking if you had seen my second head,” Sound jokes, “but after some preliminary searches of this neighborhood, I’ll be out and about in plain clothes. I wouldn’t mind if you joined me in scouting out the attractions as part of my duties tonight.”

“Is it okay for you do that?” She asks him, then she turns to Eclipse, “Is it okay for him to do this?”

Eclipse answers, “Of course. There’s already a Lunar Guard presence with the Princess's entourage; my battalion was asked to work the crowd, scope out any potential trouble within the partygoers. I’ve got a squad in every block where the procession is going, this being one of the last. Your colt is going to be part of the squad going native in this area. You going to be okay with that?”

“Yes, I think so,” Moondancer replies, then turning to Sound Ray, “when you’re done here, I’ll be over on Farrier Street, setting up lanterns along the way.”

“I’ll be sure to come and find you,” Sound declares, “see ya!”

“See you later,” Moondancer says, as she trots away. She sees Minuette smirking as she approaches her good friend.

“I see what you did there!” Minuette sings.

“I doubt you did,” Moonie sings back, “besides, it’s part of his duties.”

“Right, right,” Minuette fires back, “so, when do you get time to do the smoochies?”

“MINUETTE!”

It was two hours later that Sound ray joined Moondancer again. She most surprised that he had changed from his uniform into a modest suit that be fitting on any Canterlot noble. She remarked about it, and Sound said he wasn't all that comfortable in it, but it was the last of what few garments fit him. The Guard may priority in the budget, he explained, but undercover work had a tiny allotment compared to combat operating and special ops, so much of was at hand was thrift store buys. Moondancer didn’t complain; she thought his attire was actually rather dapper and it complimented his coat colors quite well.

Minutes later, the pair disappeared into the throng. Sound was doing his all to keep track of all potential hostiles, though he would admit later, that it was all for naught. With so many beings, either pony, griffon, minotaur, and zerba, milling about there was little to go on if there was an agitator in thousands of revelers. Moondancer, on the other hoof, was steering Sound Ray into the various carnival booths, trying out the food in several vendor booths and playing all the carnival games. Quite a few bits were lost, but when al was said, and done, Sound Ray walked out of it all with a Diamond Dog plush toy (roughly ½ life sized scale) and a brand new koi fish to liven up his apartment. Moondancer was aglow with victory.

The next few nights of Nocturna Circeses went about the same way, with Sound in his undercover uniform (though he managed to dress down in a t-shirt and jeans one night and completely outclass himself in a loose fitting tuxedo another night,) prowling the crowd on lookout for certain dangers. Moondancer, on the other hoof, was having the time of her life, and getting a month’s worth of calories over several nights and had spent a great deal of her grant money on carnival games and food. By the last night of the festivities, both ponies found themselves light on funds and heavy in belly.

“Oh, Celestia, this has been fun,” Moondancer declared, “I can’t remember the last I had so much fun before.”

“This has been a blast,” Sound added, “albeit, I wouldn’t have minded if I could been off during this period. Kinda hard to enjoy the party when you’re on the clock.”

“I’m so sorry you had to work during this,” Moondancer said, “but on the bright side, you didn’t have to bust anypony’s head.”

“Well, there is that,” Sound admitted, “so, not a total loss.”

“I’ll say,” Moondancer beamed, then she asked, “so, do you know when you’ll be off duty again?”

“Well, from my understanding, my squad and I will be getting a week off,” Sound Ray answered, “apparently, we’ve put in too much overtime and the bean counters over in the Royal Comptroller’s Office want us to lay off for while. Not that I blame them; security for an event like this is at a premium.”

“Oh, okay,” Moondancer crows, then, “Are you- doing anything now?”

Sound Ray gives his companion a quizzical look and asks, “What do you mean? Do you have something in mind?”

“Oh, it was nothing much,” Moondancer replies, “I was just think you and I could go back to my place and- get to know each other better?”

A wry smile forms on Sound’s muzzle and he says, “Let me talk to my commanding officer.”

Moondancer follows Sound Ray as he approaches his CO. She only hears bits and pieces of their conversation, but from the high five she gives him and the somewhat inappropriate flank slap she gives him, it sounds like he’s getting an early start to his impromptu vacation. When he returns, Moondancer gives him a quailing stare.

“What was that about?”

“What was what about?” Sound asks, “Wait, do you mean that flank slap?”

“No, I was talking about the moon turning to blood and dead rising from their graves. Oh course I was talking about the flank slap!”

“Oh!” Sound exclaims, “That’s my COs example of being playful. I wouldn’t worry her; she’s a filly fooler. If anything, I would worry about her. I hear her wife is a jealous little thing.”

“Oh,” Moonie says dumbly, “well, then I guess I was worried over nothing.”

“You were worried about me?” Sound says, again with that wry smile of his, “Why would worry about me?”

“Well,” Moondancer begins, “I- I’ve actually grown rather fond of you over the last few nights. I was hoping that you and I could take things to the next, logical step.”

“Like what?” Sound asks, “Like, being special someponies or something?”

“Yes!” She exclaims, “Yes, very much that, special someponies.”

“All right,” he replies, “I didn’t know what to think. I mean, we haven’t known each other long but- Yeah, I could say that I’ve grown to like you, too. When I’m with you… everything just seems right in the world. Ya know?”

“I think I do,” she answers, “so- what are we going to do about that?”

Even with the stealth training that every Lunar guard goes through in Basic, Sound still made one Tartarus of a ruckus opening Moondancer’s door. It didn’t help that his muzzle was firmly affixed to hers, or that the two were groping each other in a mad frenzy. If any any of her neighbors weren’t usually awake at five in the morning, they certainly would be now. The crash of her front door was reverberating down the block and around the corner.

The pair bumped around some of her furniture, unheeding of the topography of the thoroughly shambolic sitting room, until Sound tripped over a small stack of books leading upstairs. The pair took a tumble, but thankfully, the guard’s training and peak physical fitness saving Moondancer from smacking hard upon the staircase.

“He-he, sorry,” she said apologetically, “I’m not used to having visitors, as you likely tell.”

“It’s okay,” Sound replied, “my squad mate’s bunk is a whole lot worse than this. Though, you won’t be finding any treatise from Starswirl the Bearded or essay from Stargazer the Elder. Ten bits says you’ll find the latest issue of Playcolt and a year’s worth of cupcake wrappers under his bunk, with a thin film of ejaculate coating his sheets.”

“Ew,” Moondancer objects, “did not need you to paint a picture for me.”

“Sorry,” Sound wheezes, “did I kill the mood?”

Her head tilts sideways, a little foal on the verge of some mischief and says, “might have dampened it some, but not that much.”

A wide smile formed on Sound’s lips and it only deepened when Moondancer returned it. The two rushed upstairs, tumbling towers of books down the stairs en route to her bedroom. Once there, the pair began to fondle and grope each other, removing one article of clothing after another. Soon, Sound is bereft of all by his boxers and Moondancer has naught but her cotton brassiere and and a matching pair of panties. Both ponies breath heavily, as their arousal reaches its peak. Staring into each other’s eyes, they begin again with a mad make out session. They only break when they become lightheaded from lack of oxygen forces them to do so.

“So,” Moondancer pants, a blush rising upon her cheeks, “how do you want to do this?”

“Well,” Sound replies, “I’m kind of new to this, so, I’m going by your experience.”

She laughs, which confuses him a little, and then she adds, “I’m new to this, too. I’ve spent the majority of my life buried in books.”

“Then,” he began, “how did you-? I mean, with your estrus? How did you handle that?”

“Well, umm,” she starts, “I- may have applied a few spells I know to help- ease it. And- and I’m friends with Princess Sparkle, so, she sent some exotic herbs my way that can counteract the worst of the symptoms. So, uh, I’ve- I’ve never- Well, I’ve never…”

Moondancer finds her speech interrupted by Sound’s fingers pressing to her lips.

“It’s okay,” he says, “we’ll- find out, together.”

Moonie gives Sound a nervous smile, but she nods her head. She is so willing to go through with this, she can’t think of any other answer to give.

“We still need to figure out a way to do this, though,” she mutters, “it’s not like you and I can dry hump each other.”

“Well, we could,” Sound explains, “but I think that wouldn’t nearly as enjoyable. Maybe you could- ride on top of me?”

“What?”

“Some of teen years were spent pursuing- less than wholesome entertainment. And, I may have stumbled upon some nickelodeon's with some rather- uh, rather lewd activities occurring.”

“Uh-huh,” she deadpans.

“Yeah, so, I was thinking-”

“I thought I smelled something burning.”

“That would be my erection,” he quipped, “now, uh, from what I remember, because it’s been awhile since I’ve seen it, the mare sits astride her stallion-”

“Like this?”

“Yeah, yeah, and then she straddles his stallionhood-”

“Oh, like this? Anything like this?”

“A little closer-”

“Oh- OH! Wow, this thing is warm!”

“Oh, it gets warmer!” He expounded, “now, uh, you’re going to take my stallionhood and slide down it- No, not like that. It helps if you pull your panties aside. Yeah, like that. Now, you have to insert it into yourself- OH, BUCK!”

Moondancer had did as Sound had directed, and upon inserting the flattened head of his erection, she gasped. She had never taken anything up her foal hole before and the slight sting of a stallion’s pride penetrating her was almost too much to bear. She rode out the pain, because underneath it was a pleasant throbbing sensation she was actually beginning to like. She then wondered what it would be like to have him fully inside her.

As she slid down his shaft, he sent breathes through his teeth. The overwhelming sensation of a mare’s insides proved a whole new level of delight in the young stallion and he rode the waves of pleasant warmth with pride. Soon, mare and stallion met, flesh to flesh, though moondancer had to stop halfway, as his staff met her maidenhead. She had to coax her body to allow the warm, throbbing pole to intrude that much deeper. The sharp prick of pain she felt when that barrier snapped in twain was brief but terrible. Afterwards, the rest of the descent was pleasurable in ways she find herself describing with any accuracy or ease.

“Hah,” she breathed, “it’s inside me! I feel so full. Are you okay, Sound?”

“Yeah,” he moaned, “but I think I just found Elysium!”

She giggled at how agog he was.

“Faust, I’m such a dork, aren’t I?”

She answered, “You may be a dork, but you’re my dork. And now, I’m going to claim you!”

“Be my guest,” he quipped, “just be sure to you don’t marehandle the equipment. It’s all original, you know?”

She giggled again, then began the arduous process of coupling with her stallion. She slowly rose up off his shaft, losing that feeling of connectivity, of being full, then she slid back down, relishing the sensation of a second heartbeat filling her up once again. She repeated this again, but this she went faster and came down slower. This earned a moan from Sound, so Moondancer decided to up the ante.

During one of her trips back up, she unhooked her brassiere, but instead of pulling it off immediately, she held onto the cups while letting the straps fall away. He saw this and instantly, his pride went from rock hard to steel hardened. She gasped at the intensity with which his rod went rigid, though it was still pulsing lightly within the confines of her canal. It was far from unpleasant. Neigh, it was the single most pleasurable thing she ever felt in her life!

She continued bounce astride Sound, her moans beginning to increase in volume and length. A sheen of sweat arises on her coat, a feat that hadn’t occurred since she was a filly in magical kindergarten. Sound, for his part, was grunting in pleasure, his hands finding Moondancer’s cutie marks and squeezing them fondly. The torrent of bliss he was experiencing from being inside of Moondancer increased ten fold, minimum, as he fondled her flanks. The undulation of her well was virtually strangling his stallionhood, to the point where he was beginning to get concerns about loss of circulation and acute necrosis.

Soon, a new worry popped into his head. While he was not a colt to play with himself (unless it was solitaire,) Sound did realize that he was on the verge of climax; any minute now, his erection would erupt into a fountain of life giving seed. Another minute, maybe two, and his orgasm would rush out, filling her up to the brim and then some. He didn’t if he should tell her about it or just let it ride; everything so far was sensational and he didn’t want it to end.

“Sound,” Moonie panted, “I feel so strange!”

“What’s wrong?” Sound asked.

She answered, “My body- it’s electric! I feel like- I could burst!! Don’t know… if I can… hold on… any longer!”

“Then don’t,” Sound said, “let go! Just to warn you, though, I am close, like, really close. I don’t know if it’s safe for me to finish inside you…”

“Don’t worry,” she pants back, “had my- estrus- a week ago… Fill me up- if you want… Oh, Faust, I’m coming!!”

Moondancer’s passage clamps down on Sound’s tool, a vice clenching down in a thick, steel rod. The intensity of the pressure is too much for Sound; his climax explodes within Moondancer, flooding the mare from within. Simultaneously, Moondancer writhes in utter abandon, waves of sensual bliss crashing through, over her, within her, blighting out all rational thought. She can feel Sound Ray as his pride pulsates, sending thick, viscous streams of semen deep inside her, filling her womb and vagina with his seed. After such a rapturous orgasm, Moondancer is unprepared for a second and when it hits, her mind and sight go blank. It hits with the force of a megaspell, collapsing all thought and emotion in a singular moment of joy.

When her mind of finally cognizant, Moondancer realizes she has collapsed atop Sound. He wears a goofy, pleased grin; his erection is still pouring copious amounts of fluid within her, the excess spilling out of her passage and pooling on the bed sheets. In that moment, she could care less. She was a mare, a true mare, having just received the rutting of a lifetime from a stallion she could call her own. She was exhausted, sweaty, mostly nude, and her every nerve was alight in sensation. Yet, the persistent happiness she felt as Sound breathed hastily beneath her expounded on a myriad of opportunity she had once thought denied to her.

“Oh, wow,” she breathed, “oh, Celestia and the sainted teats of Luna, wow!”

“I know right,” he panted, “that was- something else! I just- and then you- then, WHOO!”

Sound chuckled nervously, and Moondancer joined him.

“I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am,” Moondancer stated, “although, I’m going to have some trouble cleaning these sheets.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Sound replied, “but, as long as you’re happy, I am overjoyed.”

She smiled and asked, “Well you be my special somepony, Lance Corporal Sound Ray?”

“Why, I would be offended if you didn’t ask!” Sound answers, “Moondancer, such a pretty name.”

“I know,” she grins, “but you didn’t answer.”

“The answer I will give you is ‘yes,’” he quipped, “but only if you’re ready for round two.”

“OK,” she enthused, “this time, though, I want you from behind!”

A shocked came over Sound’s face, “Wait, do you mean you want me to take you from behind or that you are going to take me from behind?!”

Laughing, she said, “Take me, you dolt, before I reconsider.”

And did he ever!

At the Gallery

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.

Bonus Scene # 16 Candy Store

Bumbling through my Education

Bonus Scenes

Candy Store

Fillydelphia certainly wasn’t exactly what Bumble had expected. First finding out what his soon to be… No, currently was. Dusty Rose was right. In every sense of the word Honeypot was his wife now. She was pregnant, in fact he was certain that all of his mares were pregnant. He leaned back against the wall of the public pool house his herd and his new inlaws had chosen to come to.

Looking out at the group playing in the water he shook his head. It wasn’t that he couldn’t swim, but he wasn’t much in the mood to swim. He started to get up when he heard somepony fall. Getting up he walked into the room to see a mare standing there. She stood, slowly, her silvery coat shimmered in the light, almost as if it was covered with water, her cobalt blue hair did much the same.

There was a single large ruby pendant that she wore around her neck, and she looked a little lost. Of course his eyes also took in the fact that she was completely nude. Her body shape was lithe, small framed, with breasts that would be less than a handful, but her hips were something that certainly gained his attention. They were nice and wide, the kind of hips meant for birthing foals. Realizing he was staring he looked away.

“Sorry,” he said.

“Wh...Who’s there?”

He looked back at her, and then he noticed it. Her eyes were grayish, but she had no pupils. At least none he could see. She was for all rights and purposes blind. He walked toward her.

“I’m here.”

She let out a sigh, “Thank the moon. Please, could you help me? I’m not sure where I am.”

He nodded, and he noticed that her red jewel was glowing. She let out a soft moan.

“Oh… Oh my, that’s quite nice.”

“Are...Are you okay?”

She nodded, a sly smile crossing her face, “I am. I’m sorry, my name is Bagatelle Addolorato, and yo are?”

He gave her his hand, letting her steady herself, “Bumble Hooves.”

She grinned at his voice, “Well, it appears that I am in your debt Bumble Hooves,” she leaned toward where she heard his voice, her free hand coming up and finding his cheek. She kissed his lips, and she felt the hesitation on him.

This was what she wanted. A good stallion, a virile stallion, and one that carried the love of so many mares. Well, carried their love, and also carried the strife associated with them. It felt so delicious simply rolling off of him.

“Wait… I…”

She smiled at him, “I know, and it’s okay. I’d assume that you’re allowed to take on herd members?”

He nodded before he realized that she couldn’t see it, “Ummm, yes.”

She grinned, went to her knees, and felt for his pants. Before he could say a word she was nuzzling his sizable cock, “Then consider me willing to date.”

With that she unbutton his pants, lowered them, and fished out his cock. She couldn’t see it, but she could feel it, and for a moment she felt frightened. It was huge! She licked her lips, unsure if she really wanted to go through with this. But everything she felt from him was right, and besides, her own sisters blinded her and sent her here. She found what she wanted to begin with.

A herd that would feed her need of negative energy, ponies to adore her, and a massive cock to worship for all eternity. She leaned forward, taking the very tip into her mouth, and began use her tongue to circle it before taking more of him in. She felt his hands on her head, and she let him guide her deeper. It was at her throat, and this was where she stopped. She pulled back, unwilling to go that far, not yet.

“Bumble?”

She turned toward the new voice. Sighing she stood, and cleared her throat. She touched her pendant, feeling the charm that kept her in check.

“Don’t blame him,” she softly sang as she neared the voice of the mare, “Don’t blame me,” she continued as she touched the velvety smooth texture of her fur, the fullness of her breasts, and she leaned forward finding her lips, kissing her, causing the mare to moan deeply. She broke the kiss and leaned back, “Blame the timing, the sky, blame some other guy, but know that I want him, and you, and your herd…”

Whatever she was going to say was cut off. She felt her mouth attacked, and that was certainly not what she expected. She breathed out in a moan as the other mare broke the kiss. She felt two hands on her hips, on the musical notes that were her cutie marks. Suddenly felt felt herself being brought to the floor, her muzzle against something that tasted very much like a mare who was ready to skip right to the good part.

“Bumble, she wants to join the herd,” she said, “So, let's do this right.”

“Okay Honeypot.”

She felt two gentle hands on her thighs, a muzzle between them, and then she felt a tongue going inside of her. She let out a small squeak, and then she felt hands on the back of her head. Realizing what was going on, she began to suckle against the lips of the mare in front of her. Her tongue finding her nub, and she slowly suckled on that.

“Oh Sweet Celestia you’re good at that.”

She couldn’t answer, but soon she felt something. Something massive at the entrance of her pussy. Before she could say a word she felt it sliding into her. She let out another moan. She could feel her mind losing the focus of what she wanted. Her focus began to change, to switch, and see what it was she really wanted. She wanted this stallion to rut her day and night, and she wanted this mare to put her in her place.

Her sisters might have decided to cast her off, but they did her a favor. She felt something happening, hands around her hips gripped her tighter and she let out a moan into the mare she was pleasuring.

Bumble felt her pussy milking him, wanting him to fill her, and he was still not quite all of the way inside of her. He gripped her hips, thrust forward, and he felt his cock slip into her womb. She let out a long moan as he seated himself. He pulled back and continued to thrust into her. She grunted, moaned, and her hips matched his thrusts. He didn’t notice the similarities between her and an old lesson Twilight had taught him about some of the beings in Equestria.

It didn’t occur to him that she wasn’t exactly a pony in the strictest sense, but what did matter, what he did realize was that she was rutting him back as hard as he was rutting her. Her plump, bubble like, rump was slapping against him with each stroke. He felt himself seated so deeply in her, and the desire to claim her became all consuming. He wanted her, to claim her, to have her as one of his mares. Thoughts that he worked toward, but didn’t always come to automatically.

Instead he needed to have her. He pulled from her, hearing her whining moan as he let her empty, and his cock touched her tailhole. He pushed forward, and she grunted as he slipped inside. He pushed forward and she flinched. He stopped, letting her get used to the size, and his fingers found her click, gently stroking it. She let out a soft moan before he pushed deeper into her rectum. They continued like this until he was completely seated in her. He pulled back, and then thrust forward. She felt herself being lifted, and the mare she had been eating out was now kissing her. She leaned against this stallion, riding his cock with her tail hole, and it uncomfortable, but not terrible. Her tail was off to the side, immobile, but not harmed. And she felt the kissing lips of the mare move down her.

“Oh… Oh please… Please…” she whimpered.

She felt his cock thrusting harder and harder into her, and then she felt him explode. She fell forward, the mare out of the way, and she breathed hard.

“Bagatelle,” Bumble whispered, “I believe you’re welcomed into the herd.”

She smiled, “Thank you.”

She felt his lips on her neck, “Of course, you should know, our other herdmates are going to want to welcome you, so, be prepared.”

Over the course of the next two hours Bagatelle found just how flexible she was. Finally she felt two sets of hands, one guiding a fake cock into her mouth, and another guiding one into her now well rutted pussy. She moaned as they began to take her. She loved the feeling of them taking her. Of their being rough with her. She wanted to keep feeling it, to feel so adored. Finally, she felt her final orgasm, the one that claimed her waking mind, and she went limp.

Majira smiled at Luna. The Princess of the Night pulled out from behind the new addition. She stood, and looked at Bumble.

“Beloved, you’ve brought together so many different ponies into this herd.”

He nodded, “I know, she looks like an Earth Pony, but I felt magic stirring when she started to sing.”

Luna smiled as she lifted the young mare up and cradled her, “The answer is simple Beloved. She is a Siren. I believe that Twilight Sparkle knows more about them than I, but I recall Star Swirl’s writing on them, specifically about their claiming ponies as a herd.”

“So, no problems?”

She shook her head, “I think not, but again, perhaps we should consult Twilight.”

Author's Note

(AN: And here's the newest addition. I wanted to let everyone know that Bumbling is getting closer to the end. The story itself is nearing it's climax - heh heh - and it will soon be there. There's about three more herd members, a wedding, and then an epilogue that's on its way. So, thank you, all of you, for reading this. You all rock!

RJP)

The Return of Midterms

Bumbling through my Education

Chapter 17: The Return of Midterms

The trip back to Canterlot was fairly relaxing, Bagatelle, resting silently against Bumble as they rode in the passenger car. The view of Canterlot itself was far closer than it had been a mere two hours ago. The svelte Siren beside him was wearing a simple seafoam green chiton. She had opted for a simple golden belt, something that didn’t clash, but at the same time added a bit of flair to her current suit. Of course Luna had been unable to stand it and added a small cream colored half opened clam shell brooch that sat idly on her right shoulder.

Bumble felt the scroll beside him from Princess Twilight. Both Luna and he had sent Twilight a letter about Bagatelle, or Baggie as Pina was now calling her, and asked a few questions. The first thing Twilight responded with was to ask if she was attempting to get them to do anything they didn’t want to do. If so then they needed to bring her to her Castle and she would send her to where she knew three other Sirens were currently contained.

It didn’t feel right to him. Bagatelle seemed more lonely than anything else. Well, lonely and horny to degrees he was certain was beyond normal ponies. Of course Twilight did give one more bit of information. She was for all rights and purposes immortal. That meant there was no telling how old she actually was. She could be, as far as he knew, as old, if not older, than Luna. Yet, she looked no older than he was. She didn’t act much older than he was either. Part of him wondered if that was because of what she was, or if it was something else.

A hand touched his shoulder, and he looked at Luna who motioned for him to scoot slightly. He did, and she took the edge of the seat.

“I’m not surprised that she’s sleeping.”

He laughed, “No kidding, not after all we did.”

Luna’s teal colored eyes took in how the girl looked, “She recently went through rebirth. Everything is new for her.”

He looked at her, confused, “Rebirth?”

A faint smile crossed her lips, “It is something we immortals do from time to time. Our bodies, our minds, they become too stagnant, and we have to have the chance to grow again. Typically it is something we do every few hundred years.”

He looked at the floor in front of him, “So, do you forget everything when it happens?”

He felt her hand touch his cheek, and he looked up to see her teal colored eyes. She kissed him, sweetly, and softly broke the kiss, “No, we do not forget things, but we are able to look at them with new eyes,” she took his hand into her own, “You will not be forgotten my beloved. Time will not dull your memory, and your features will not be lost to the years. Neither will any of those that we love.”

He gave a smile, “And the same will be for Bagatelle won’t it?”

Luna looked at the sleeping Siren, “It will be. So, it is important to ensure that we have a good life together.”

He leaned back, “You know, it wasn’t that long ago I was just a student. I had an idea to help ponies, and I was afraid of social gatherings. There’s been all of this change, and most of it has been good, but I’m worried about where it’s going.”

She leaned her head against his shoulder, “Then you are perfectly fine. You’re seeing life as you should Beloved. Life shouldn’t be set to a schedule. It’s meant to come to one as a river. Winding, rolling, cascading down on the rocks, and then smooth and soft enough to float a feather to the shore.”

As they sat together Luna considered what she felt earlier. It was perhaps something minor, but she didn’t believe it to be so. Through the years she had learned what it meant to be hunted. To experience what it was to be stalked by a predator, and in this modern world the hunt still happened. Oh, perhaps it had become more gilded. Certainly the hunters no longer longed for destruction, but they still had desires.

She had began noticing the feeling creeping up her spine when they left the Fillydelphia Museum of Art. It was similar to how Majira had followed them, but unlike her herdmate this hunter had no intention of letting her, or himself be known until she, or he, was close enough to strike at her, or his, prey. She knew that it wasn’t herself that was the target. If it was somepony making an attempt on her life they would have done so.

She knew it wasn’t any of her herdmates, with the exception of Flagrante, and possibly Bagatelle, but if it was their newest herdmate she could only hazard a guess as to why they would want her. It would have to be somepony that knew that she was a siren, and honestly she fit in well enough with normal ponies that it would be practically impossible for somepony to decipher that she was a Siren unless they happened to feel her magic.

That left Bumble, and that possibility was far to possible. She knew that if a mare was to notice Bumble, or at least his sizable gift that resided between his legs, that she might be inclined to follow him, to hunt him, and as she considered it she believed it to be what was happening. She knew instantly that it wasn’t a pony that was following them. Her subjects were many things, but natural predators were not one of them. That wasn’t to say that she was blind to the idea that her subjects could commit evil. She’d experienced that first hand with Shipbreaker. Still, even though he was a bully, and a vile stallion, he was not a natural predator. He didn’t constantly attempt to keep himself blended into the background, he didn’t hide to the shadows. His attempts at stealth were to step on the rugs, or get the pony he wanted to sneak up on good and drunk.

And while much time had passed since her now very late husband had attempted to perform a flying lesson, without ever opening his wings, she could honestly say that her subjects had changed very little in the regard of how they sneaked up on somepony. Granted, Unicorns did use their teleportation spells, but there was still certain queues that one would gather to know that a Unicorn was teleporting. The sound of their magic, the air beginning to taste of ozone, or perhaps the fact that the unicorn simply no longer existed in the place they had once been.

She mentioned nothing to Bumble as they exited the train, nor did she alert any of her herdmates. Instead she listened. She heard it finally, the soft padding of padded feet. Her eyes narrowed as she heard the sound getting closer. She turned, for a moment, and caught the sight of somepony ducking into an alley. Her horn lit up in that instant she was gone.

Thoosa breathed out a sigh of relief. She was certain that the Princess might have seen her, but no pony seemed to really paid much attention. She began to sneak out when there was a flash of light, and she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see the Lunar Diarch standing there.

“So, see anything of interest?”

Thoosa’s mouth went dry as she looked at her. There had been a planned moment where she would get Bumble from his herd, seduce him, rut the living Tartarus out of him, and then return him. She certainly didn’t expect to have one of his herd mates, especially the Princess of the Night, find her.

“I… I…”

Luna smiled, “So, you’re interested in our stallion,” her eyes narrowed, “Of course you understand to date him means to date us all.”

Thoosa gave a half hearted chuckle as she was teleported to the herd. From there things progressed faster than Thoosa believed they would. Right up to the point that the soft, brown, sparrow-headed Gryphon gasped as her half lidded eyes took in the world around her. She knew she was in Canterlot, despite the fact that her business was in Fillydelphia. That was something she would need to handle at a later date. At the moment however, she had a slightly deflated cock inside of her. She felt a hand resting on her smallish breast. Softly she cooed at the feeling of this stallion holding her.

She was still surprised at her actions. She left her clients in the hands of her assistant. Granted Suri Polomare was a conniving little backstabber, but she was her conniving little backstabber. She knew that Suri wouldn’t betray her, not while she still held the keys to what Suri wanted. The entire reason Suri agreed to take the job as her assistant was because she had connections to the fashion industry in Fillydelphia.

She knew about what happened to Suri in Manehattan, how she stole another contestant’s designs, how it was revealed by her previous assistant, and then how Suri had left Manehattan completely mortified at the fact that her name had been thrown down and dragged through the mud. Honestly Thoosa felt that Suri simply got what she deserved. Personally, she had no problems with somepony doing what was needed in order to win, but she would have expected a little more finesse in deliverance. There was at least a dozen ways she could have pulled off what she attempted, and never gotten caught.

But, ambitious as Suri might be Thoosa knew that she simply didn’t have the right touch to be shady. No, Suri was a pony that was going to have to rely on her skill and talent. Which Thoosa had to admit was actually quite impressive. Granted, there was other fashion designers out there who created wonderful works of art, but Suri’s talent seemed to be perfect for business casual wear.

She giggled, her mind getting away from how she got here. Granted, she was thinking of her assistant, but more than that she was also thinking of picking up, following this herd, and somehow over the course of the last two days becoming a member of this herd. Beside her a sleeping mare was gently snoring. She looked to be an Earth Pony, smaller build, but with wide hips. Her silver colored coat was covered with sweat, her mane and tail much the same.

Slowly Thoosa felt the stallion behind her stir. A soft kiss was planted on the back of her feathery neck. She let out a soft coo, feeling his arms tightening around her. She’d had lovers before, ponies mainly, usually Earth Pony stallions, a few mares, and of course a Gryphon hen or two, but she never took a cock this big. She had seen the outline of it before he left, and that was enough to get her attention. But it was how he acted toward his herd, how loving and accepting he was, that was what captured her. It enthralled her, and she desperately wanted to become a part of this herd.

Coming all of the way to Canterlot was the step, meeting with his Alpha was the next, and then learning that she had to date them all was the last. There was a dinner, a nice affair at a decent establishment. One that happily served their group, and then they came back to this wonderful place, to the bedroom, and she learned what dating them meant.

The memory of Bumble getting behind her, his massive cock pressing against her, the way it pushed past her puffy nether lips. The way it split her sex open, and then she remembered Princess Luna crawling over to her. A strapon firmly attached, how she had her open her beak. Somehow the Princess of the Night seemed to know that while she couldn’t do much lip work she could take the fake cock into her throat. Something she had her doing. She was split roasted, only to find out that her hands were made to be busy with two other mares. It was so much, it was beyond understanding, and it didn’t stop.

The alpha, Honeypot, crawled under her, wearing a strapon that felt like it was modeled after Bumble, pushed it into her pussy, and then Bumble took her tailhole. She practically squawked out when that happened. He was so deep inside of her rectum, to impossibly deep, and yet it felt so amazing. Bumble, traded off with a pink Earth Pony mare who seemed to have another of their toys, and as the night progressed Thoosa found out just how many cocks she could take at one time. She was sore, she was tired, but at the same time she was where she needed to be.

“Morning.”

She leaned against her herd’s stallion, “Morning, Mmmm, I’d say it’s a perfect one.”

She felt Bumble move, and a small whine escaped her beak. She turned to see him attempting to get out of bed, only to be caught by the alpha mare. The two of them shared a deep and passionate kiss before she let him out of the bed.

“Everypony that’s got school, we need to get gone. We’re back today.”

Honeypot grumbled as she slowly got to her hooves. Flagrante groaned as she got up as well, “I’ve got to check in with the store. I’m sure that everything is fine, but I do want to make sure that the orders have been filled like I requested.”

Stepping into the bathroom Bumble missed the large tub in Honeypot’s family’s home. The shower and tub in the Wonderbolts’ shared house in Canterlot was fine, but it was a far cry from being big enough for them all to share. As he bathed with Honeypot, taking time to pay special attention to his favorite spots, his mind began to think about a home large enough for them all.

He knew the Apples had a plot of land just outside of their orchard, it was something that Applebloom showed him a while back, and from what he could remember there was an old farm house on that section of land. It was large, big enough to house his entire herd, but the question would be if the Apples would want to part with it.

If they did, it would be some work, but they could make that house their home. And of course he’d want a huge tub like they had used in Fillydelphia. It did mean being a little further out of town than he would have liked, but at the same time that wasn’t a bad thing. Especially when Luna would be there with them.

The thought stayed with him as he dressed, kissed all of the mares, and now Gryphon hen, goodbye, and walked toward the school with Honeypot. As they neared the school Bumble thought about his Automaton class, and he looked at Honeypot. He gave her hand a squeeze, and gently kissed her cheek.

“First period for me is Automation and Automaton,” he said, “Do you want to swing by the lab?”

She grinned at him, remembering all too well what had happened in the Golem Lab. The two of them walked into the Automaton lab, and there he saw something he couldn’t believe. TicToc and Stardust was sitting across from the mostly finished Automation that TicToc had been working on.

At the moment it was playing against Stardust, who seemed to at a stalemate with the automation. Bumble watched as she took the Automation’s, which was dressed to look like a Harlequin Jester, rook. Bumble knew what she was doing, and he also realize that she made a mistake. If the Automation, the Harlequin, had every possible play in its motion tube memories then it would know exactly what to do. The Harlequin tapped his right hand, which was holding a hand crafted mock sceptre, against the desk before it moved its Captain of the Guard. Where it moved it to completely blocked her. She couldn’t move her princess in any direction without the Harlequin’s prince, or the captain of the guard, taking her princess.

“That’s checkmate.” TicToc said.

She folded her arms, “The Harlequin should apologise to me, TicToc,” she said as her arms pressed her breasts up, “Seriously, Tictoc, Harlequin should repent.”

He smiled, kissed her, and unsnapped the top button of her blouse, completely unaware there was anyone else in the room with them.

“I could apologise, maybe even rut you right on his desk, right in front of him.”

She giggled, stood up, and let him move behind her. She felt his wonderfully skillful hands pulling her dress pants down, her panties followed suit, and then all that was left was her bared to the world. Bumble watched, and he knew that he had felt what he saw when she hugged him. It didn’t bother him in the slightest. This was TicToc’s mare, his lover, and it didn’t matter that she had a cock.

He watched as TicToc slid into her tailhole, she let out a soft grunt, “Oh Celestia Tic… Rut me… Make me your mare, show this Harlequin what it means to rut your mare…”

Bumble began to back out, he felt Honeypot resist for a moment, but she followed him. They could hear the couple inside, rutting each others brains out, going at it like mindless beasts, and Bumble looked at his mare. He wanted her, right now, nude, but a small part of his mind screamed that it would be wrong to do it here in the open. Instead he kissed her, feeling her wonderful taste fill his mouth.

She returned the kiss, and her hand groped his massive tool. She slid her hand under his pants, lightly jerking his cock, making him tremble as she got him closer.

“My class is empty right now,” she breathed, “Let’s get there, and then I want you inside of my tailhole. I want you to rut me so hard that I can’t sit straight.”

They walked, his hand in hers, his cock straining against the fabric of his slacks, pleading to be released, and soon they entered into a potions class. Like she said, it was empty, not a single pony to be seen, and she felt him grab her jeans, and pulled them down. Neither of them worried with Robes today, being back after a short break seemed to relax everything, and besides, they felt that just being here was important.

She leaned down, her marehood was sopping wet, she was so ready, so desperate to feel him inside of her. She felt his cock touch her marehood, dragging across it, getting so wet, and then he pressed it against her tailhole. She felt him push into her, and then he kept going until he was hilted. Neither of them heard the door open, neither of them heard the gasp, and neither of them knew that the Alabaster Alicorn behind them was unable to tear her eyes away.

Celestia watched the two of them, her hands moved down her body, finding the belt that connected her skirt to her blouse. She cursed her weakness, as she removed her belt, unsnapped and unzipped her skirt, and moved the crotch of her panties over to gently rub, plunge, and play with her marehood. She was so desperate, so needful, right now if Bumble saw her, came to her, and told her to worship his cock she would. She would worship it, she’d gladly be his obedient little whorse. It was what she wanted. She wanted to feel him inside of her. Mother help her she wanted to feel him. She’d heard Luna speaking of it, talking about what it was like to actually be loved, to be treated like a mare.

The irony wasn’t lost on her. The adored one was wanting to be the servant. She couldn’t stand it any longer, and she made her way down to them. Her clothing coming off in each step. She stood, nude, her large breasts, wide hips, all ready for him. She cleared her throat, and the two of them turned toward her.

She went to knees, a soft smile on her face, “I would like to submit myself to the two of you. I wish to be a part of your, and my sister’s, herd.”

Bumble looked at her, then at Honeypot who was smiling like a filly who was just given the full cookie jar. Honeypot sat on the table, her marehood soaked, and looked at Celestia, “I am the Alphamare, you will submit to me if you join this herd, do you agree?”

Celestia nodded, her mind already filled of the wondrous delights that awaited her. Being blindfolded, her hands tied behind her, knelt over a hard surface, while two, or three, ponies stood behind her, paddles in their hands, taking turns smacking her rump. By Mother she wanted them to use her.

“Yes, I agree…”

Honeypot smiled, “Then come and clean my pussy, as you do, I want you to beg Bumble to rut you. I want you to beg for him to put his cock into you, for him to choose the place it goes.”

She moved forward, the table Honeypot laid back on was low to the ground, the perfect height to be knelt around, and her muzzle lowered into the much younger mare’s snatch. She could taste the wonderful flavor of this mare, and the lingering taste of Bumble’s own seed. She moved her head up, looking over her shoulder, “Please, Bumble, Please rut me. I want your cock in me so bad, I don’t care where, but rut me…”

She moved her head back to the wonder that was Honeypot’s honey pot. She felt her dock being grabbed, moved, and she felt the massive cock against her tailhole. She closed her eyes, ready for the blissful pain, when he moved again. She saw his cock, there near her muzzle. Honeypot saw it too, and nodded.

“Suck his cock,” she said.

Celestia lifted her head from the wonderful snatch, and she took him into her mouth without hesitation. To say he was large would be an insult. Bumble wasn’t large. Large simply wasn’t the right word to describe it. He was hung, huge, Minotaur sized. She wanted that cock inside of her. She wanted him to rut her so hard that she couldn’t walk. She wanted to be his broodmare. She’d rule Equestria while she rode his cock. She’d birth his foals, take him back inside of herself, and become fat with foal once again.

She wanted him in her tailhole, between her breasts, she wanted him to rut her with abandon. If he came into her day court, told her to strip off, and bend over her throne she would do it. And she wanted Honeypot to be there with him. She needed this, this loss of control. She wanted the control removed from her. She wanted to be their slave.

She knew that Luna would have a field day with this. She could already imagine the magic nulifers, the ball gags, the shackles, bodices, being dressed up like an expensive whorse, and being passed around the herd. She could picture her sister casting a spell that magically put, in the colors of the night, Bumble’s Broodmare, on her rump.

She could imagine it, and she wanted it. She Bumble twitch, and then she stopped, “Please… rut me…”

She spread her rump, “I don’t care where, just rut me.”

He plunged into her marehood, going further than any of her former husbands had went. He banged against her cervix, and she grunted, “Yes!”

“Eat me,” Honeypot commanded.

She lowered her head, finding that wonderful taste, and instantly she realized, she didn’t just want to be their slave, she was.

Not Mistakes, Fate

Bumbling through my Education

Chapter18: Not Mistakes, Fate

“Ngh!” Majira groaned as she leaned against the wall.

The fact that Bumble’s sizable cock was currently inside of her tailhole was not lost on her. It was a class that she had with Honeypot, one that the two of them helped each other out on, and one that Bumble had a free period during. So, right before class he slipped into the lab area, and found Majira alone, bent over, her wonderful hips swaying back and forth as she dug for the ingredients she needed for the restorative potion she was going to use as her midterm exam.

That was when she felt the tingle of Bumble’s magic against her marehood, the feel of her marehood opening, the magic acting like a finger and slipping into her. It wasn’t fair, but then again she wasn’t going to complain. Instead here she was, enjoying this moment of being his mare. The magic turned to him lifting her grass green skirt, her panties being pulled to the side, and his cock moving into her sopping slit. She moaned as he thrust into her, getting his cock good and lubricated, and then he pulled out.

She felt his cock at her tailhole, she felt him push into it, the blissful slightly burning sensation of suddenly being so full. He reached up and pulled her gold t-shirt up, revealing her braless breasts. His hands covered them, and she felt his tempo increasing.

“Bumble, hurry you must, for I do not want the professor to bust us.”

She felt him pinch her nipples, his cock buried inside of her tailhole, and he was making no move to hurry. She felt him pull back, and then thrust again and again, over and over until she couldn’t hold back her own orgasm. She came hard, soaking her panties that were pulled to the side as he rutted her tailhole. This wasn’t making love, this wasn’t gentle, this was a good hard rutting, and she loved it.

She loved feeling him want her, desire her, and need her. She loved knowing that he was willing to risk getting into trouble with her, and she absolutely adored how his cock felt. She loved Bumble as a pony, she loved everything about him, but she would be lying if she said that how good he was able to give her a good dicking wasn’t important. She knew that Ponies and Zebras were sexual beings, and she was enjoying the truth of that statement.

He grabbed her hips, pulled her close, and shot load, after load, up into her rectum. She nearly fell over, but he held her upright. She breathed out, felt his cock slide out of her tailhole, and then turned around to look at him. He didn’t say a word before she dropped to her knees. She took his cock into her mouth, loving the taste of him, enjoying the taste of her own clean rectum on his cock, and loving the taste of his cum, his essence, that covered his shaft. She slurped, sucked, and licked his shaft until he was clean, and she noticed that it was hard again. She smiled at him, stood up, prepared to bend back over when the door opened.

Majira expected to see her professor. She really did, but instead she saw Honeypot. She breathed a sigh of relief at seeing her sister wife. Honeypot looked at Bumble’s wonderfully huge cock, and a practically glowing Majira and quickly put two and two together. She looked at Majira with a slight smile.

“I’m sure Bumble came in when you were getting ready. Go ahead, grab your ingredients, and head down to the class. Professor Flintheart is expecting to see you mix your potion there in front of him. That’s the exam.”

“This I will do, but what about you?”

She smiled, “I got the ingredients together last night. So, I’m pretty much set. I’ll take care of Bumble.”

With that Majira went back to digging for her ingredients and Honeypot could see how wet her panties were. There was no doubt in her mind that Bumble was part of it, and the other was Majira herself. The times they’d loved, and rutted, one another she had noticed Majira was a squirter. As Majira got what she needed Honeypot looked at her husband. She walked toward the lab table, remembering a similar table, and what they done on it, the floor, and everywhere else in the Golem lab, and she got up on it.

“Bumble, you look like you need some relief,” she smiled slyly, “So I want you to come over here, and I want you to rut my brains out.”

She moaned as she felt his magic on her jeans, sliding them off, letting them pool on the floor, “I want you to rut me so hard that my pussy is dripping with your seed.”

She felt him touch her marehood, his cock pushed forward and he split her lips. He was inside of her, deep in her, and it felt amazing. She felt his cock thrusting against her womb, the womb that she knew was now carrying a foal. Instead she simply enjoyed the wonderful dicking he was giving her. She felt him grab her shirt, pushing it up and like Majira she didn’t wear a bra.

She’d simply stopped wearing them. They got in the way, and she knew that Bumble loved to see, and feel, all of his herd mates breasts, although in truth she knew he was really a rump stallion. Nopony was going to convince her otherwise. He loved her rump, Majira’s rump, and pretty much everypony else’s rump. Although she did notice that he really seemed to love Bagatelle’s rump and tailhole.

Her Siren herdmate had received more than her fair share of tailhole rutting. Of course he had also claimed her pussy, and apparently her virginity. Luna had explained how being an Immortal meant that every so often they went through a rebirth. It was no different for the Sirens, and it meant getting to experience things all over again.

She was certainly glad that Bagatelle got to experience losing her virginity with Bumble. Simply because she knew how gentle he could be. She felt her pussy clench, her eyes rolled back, and she orgasmed. No long after she orgasmed she felt him empty himself inside of her. She felt her pussy now slick with his essence, and it made her smile.

There was news she wanted to tell him, but it would wait until after midterms. The last thing she wanted was to cause him extra stress. She slid off of the table, pulled her panties up, and then pulled her jeans up over them. The fact that she was going to have a wet spot didn’t bother her. It just meant that she got the rutting of a lifetime, and those other mares didn’t.

She kissed him, glad that after today she could tell him the news. She had told him that she thought she could be with foal, but she hadn’t told him that she asked Luna if it would be possible to get checked without everypony knowing.

Luna being who she was took Honeypot to the royal doctor. Dr. Gray Horse was no picnic. He was cantankerous, ill spirited, forced to hobble because of a blood clot that nearly cost his right leg, but he was brilliant. Luna explained that while he was very much not a kind pony, he was one that knew the value of a secret, and that he wouldn’t betray them. She looked at him, with his gray goatee and mane, and watched as he hobbled toward them.

She felt his magic touch her.

“So, herding. I’m going to guess that was your choice.”

She looked at him, unsure of where he was going.

“Statistically Earth Ponies are more prone to herding. Being that Equestria’s population is about forty percent Earth Ponies it’s fairly easy to guess that as a tribe Earth Ponies breed more often, and are more fruitful than the other tribes.”

She really didn’t like where he was going with this, “So, it makes even more sense for an Earth Pony to want to bring some other tribes into the mix, to help eliminate the possibility of incest. After all, when there’s that many Earth Ponies roaming around, at some point somepony might not have strayed too far from the family fields to get an heir.

She glared at him, “What are you saying?”

He grinned, “Little filly, you know what I’m saying, and you know it’s the truth. The last medical journal indicated that there are just six major Earth Pony families. Oh, there’s several smaller branches, but just six, that accounts for nearly sixty percent of all Earth Ponies. The biggest of those families is the Apples. Now, you can get all upset, and you can tell me that I’m wrong, but facts are facts. As a tribe Earth Ponies are walking foal factories, but damned if you’ll find another tribe more willing to work hard to make things better.”

She shook her head, “Wh..What?!”

He rolled his eyes, “Your tribe tends to work harder than anypony to make things better for Equestria. I’ve seen Earth Ponies develop better methods of farming just so that inner city foals would have enough food,” he narrowed his eyes at her, “But it doesn’t stop most of you from being easily aroused, overly sexed ponies that feel the need to breed into damned near any other tribe that will have you.”

“Doctor, you may want to watch your tone. This is my herdmate, my alpha, and my friend. Thus, I will not tolerate you humiliating her.”

He bowed, “Of course your majesty. To answer the question you both wanted to know, yes, you are pregnant. There is the spark of new magic in you, specifically two sparks, so expect twins,” he sighed, “And you will need to come back in at five months so that I can ensure that your foal, or foals, are developing normally.”

He looked at Luna, “Do you want to be checked your majesty?”

She grinned, “You may, but I already know.”

She felt the tingle of his magic on her, “It is present in you as well. Congratulations your majesty. Most likely, if you are like Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, the royal palace will need to be alicorn infant proofed.”

Luna touched her stomach, “‘Tis my first foal.”

Dr. Horse looked at her, “I understand, and as the royal physician I will gladly ensure that your foal is healthy, but do not expect me to be pleasant with them.”

“Doctor, I would not expect you to be anything other than what you are.”

Together they got up to leave the office. Honeypot looked back at the doctor, noticing how his muzzle scrunched up in pain as he walked. They left the office and for a moment she simply thought about the fact that she was pregnant. Then she looked at Luna.

“I take it that he doesn’t like Earth Ponies.”

Luna laughed, “It would almost appear like that, to one that did not know him. But it could not be further from the truth,” she looked ahead as they walked, “I do not discuss what my subjects dream. Their minds, their dreams, those are theirs and I have no place talking about them, but in the case, I believe it would help you understand him better.”

She grinned, “He’s a brilliant doctor, he actually went to school here in Canterlot to begin with, but it was discovered that he was cheating, so he was expelled. From here he went from place to place until finally joining the guards as a medic. This is not from his dream, but it available as public record. His dreams are of an Earth Pony he met, fell in love with, and married out near the edge of Equestria.”

She touched Honeypot’s arm softly, “He loved her dearly, but his leg began cramping often. By this time he was a full doctor, and a good one. He told the doctor in the town they were in what was wrong, but she didn’t listen,” she stopped, “She used a potion to knock him out, put him in a coma, and then she told his wife that she needed to consent to letting her cut away part of the muscle that had died.”

Luna’s eyes glistened with tears, “When he awoke he was upset. He felt that his wife didn’t trust him, and he believed he could trust her. Yet he knew that she did what she did to save him,” she looked at Honeypot with a sad smile, “So no, he does not hate Earth Ponies. Rather he loves them, but he does not trust them.”

Honeypot looked at the ground, “That’s stupid.”

Luna looked at her, confused, “Why do you say that?”

She looked at her sister wife, “If Bumble was hurt, and the doctor said that cutting away part of his leg would save him, and it worked, I’d do it. I’d rather have Bumble here, and only able to walk with a cane, than dead. He should realize that.”

Slowly a voice brought Honeypot back to the present. She looked at Bumble who was smiling.

“Everything okay?”

She nodded, “Yeah, it’s fine. What time is your midterms over?”

He sighed, “Later. I’m here until six pm. I have to run my Medical Golems through their paces for my Golem’s class. Automation and Automatons was yesterday, and I finished spell crafting earlier.”

She nodded, “Okay, well when you get home we’ve got something to talk about.”

With that she kissed him before she headed out.

He wasn’t sure what it was that she wanted to talk about, but he knew it wasn’t anything too bad. Stretching he walked toward the Golem lab. His Medical Golems were there, and he’d recently taken TicToc’s suggestion of fixing a single seater, collapsible, pedalcopter to be strapped to their backs. His run today was just to make sure that they could work like he intended, and of course to run the complete test of their abilities.

He made it into the lab, walked toward the first one, and noticed how large he made it. The Golem was pony shaped in the most basic of terms. It stood like they did, had a basic shape of a pony, but it was also very rotund. He decided to encase the magically infused glass with a layer of fuzz covered rubber. Inside of the rubber was a spell that constantly kept it inflated like a balloon which made the Golem feel soft to the touch, so it wouldn’t be threatening to foals.

The rubber itself was made from the stuff that shipping companies used to make their airships. It was thick, powerful, and even a sword or a spear couldn’t get through it. No, it had to be opened at the right seam, and then magic was needed to pull the rubber off to do work to the Golem itself. He looked at his first one. In order to give them personalities, intelligences, he had to pull a little of his own life essence out.

Twilight had told him that it was dangerous to do all at once, but a little in the beginning would certainly go a long way in making the Golems. She also warned him that while he would gradually add that essence back doing too big of a chuck wouldn’t be able to be fixed. It would simply shave years off of his life.

This Golem was his first, his real success. He looked at it as it came on line.

“Hello, I am First-Aid, your Personal Medical Golem. What is your medical emergency?”

He grinned, “I have no medical emergency First-Aid, but we’re going to go over your functions, and make sure that you’re ready to save some ponies. Sound good?”

First-Aid’s large ruby eyes glowed for a moment, and then he nodded, “Of course Bumble.”

“Good, let’s walk outside.”

They walked out of the lab, into the courtyard, and he looked at the open sky.

“Okay, I want you to take the pedalcopter on your back, unfold it, and then straddle it, pedal and achieve lift.”

First-Aid did what he was told, and his movements were as fluid as if he was a normal pony. A moment later he was sitting on a pedalcopter that looked far too small for him. He began peddling, harder, faster, until the it began to lift off of the ground. Once it was in the air about fifteen feet, First-Aid held the current speed he was peddling. He looked down at Bumble seemingly waiting for a command.

“Okay, fly up to the nearest cloud, step out onto it, and then get back onto your pedalcopter and come back.”

Peddling faster again First-aid rose a few hundred feet until he was near a low hanging cloud. He did what he was told, although he noticed there was a strange lump. He walked toward it, uncertain of what it was, and touched it. The lump moved, saw a weird thing, and shouted as she fell back. First-Aid’s programming went into effect, he ran toward the falling pony, his hands folding down the peddlecopter, making sure it was secure to his back, and he jumped off. The pony was a Thestral, Lunar Pegasus, but he could see underdeveloped wingspan and muscles.

It must have taken her several tries to get to the cloud, and most likely she was too tired to catch herself from the fall. That was when First-Aid caught her. He turned so that his back would strike first, and he felt magic slowing him down before he hit the ground. He stood to see Bumble wobbling, and then his creator, his father, fell over from exhaustion. First-Aid went to him, while carrying the now passed out Thestral, and scooped his father up on top of the mare.

Being completely innocent First-Aid didn’t understand that it wasn’t typically common for a mostly naked mare to be smooshed up against a stallion, nor did he really grasp that when said mare was in season certain things could go through an unconscious stallion that he’d never normally do. Things like spoon against this mare, pressing his cock between the cheeks of her panty covered rump, or gently kiss her ears and neck. It wasn’t to say that First-Aid was stupid, far from it, but it could be said that his father simply had neglected to explain certain aspects about Equine Sexuality.

What First-Aid did know was where he was supposed to take ponies that had passed out, or became injured, but did not need immediate attention. That place was the University’s Nurses’ overflow station. Bumble had recently expressed that was non-life threatening patents went. So First-Aid carried them there as fast as his thick legs could carry him. Which was, when just walking, not fast at all.

Bumble had taken being jostled into consideration when he designed how First-Aid walked, and he made his walking a slow steady walk if the patients were non-terminal. Since neither patient seemed to be suffering too terribly he had to follow what his commands said. After several minutes he made it to the overflow station, he placed both of them on a table, and then prepared to administer smelling salts to the mare, and treat Bumble for exhaustion.

He prepared to do so when he noticed that the mare was grinding on Bumble, and Bumble was grinding back. He stood there for a moment, knowing the basics of what was going on, but determined to understand it better. He looked behind him, seeing a book on Equine Anatomy and Sexuality, picked it up, and his ruby eyes glowed again. The spell matrix, that made him who he was, was now taking all of the information from the book and putting it into his spell matrix for better health care assistance. He looked back at them and realized that Bumble and this mare were attempting to mate. Both were not awake, but nothing in the book stated that either of them had to be awake for this.

Since both seemed fine, he stood by, waiting for Bumble to inform him that he was pleased with his level of care, and then to return to the lab. He waited, watched, and heard the mare’s squeaky voice.

“By the night mother that’s a big cock.”

She opened her eyes and looked at the Unicorn stallion under her. He was sleeping, but his coat was slick with sweat. She tried to understand why, and then she remembered that thing scared her, then it caught her, and he… He used his magic to catch them both. She smiled as she touched his cheek.

“Lucki, you did it again girl. You got lucky. Just not how you wanted, huh?”

She kissed his muzzle, “You are sweet.”

“Excuse me, but I believe you find mating, easier if both of you were undressed.”

She turned to look at the thing standing there.

“What...What are you?”

First-Aid raise his hands in a non threatening manner, “I am First-Aid Your, and Bumble’s, Medical Golem. I was preparing to treat both of you, but I noticed that you were grinding on one another. To understand I absorbed the knowledge in this book,” he lifted the Equine Anatomy and Sexuality textbook, “And it indicated that the two of you were trying to mate.”

She giggled. First-Aid was obviously very innocent, and it, or he since it it sounded like a stallion, didn’t get that they were doing that because she was in season, in heat, and because Bumble was asleep. He was asleep, and his cock was huge. She felt it straining against his pants. She licked her lips. Would he mind?

Stallions loved rutting, right? Then it stood to reason that he’d want to rut her, even if he wasn’t awake for it. She gently bit her lip, her left fang hanging low for a second, before she shook her head. No, he saved her, and that meant that he was a good stallion. She could do it.

“We’re not trying to, not now, but why don’t you help him?”

First-Aid came over, and he dug into a satchel he was wearing on his side. Inside of it was dozens of small magically enhanced glass jars with stoppers. Each one containing a different healing potion. Finding the one for rejuvenation and magic building he took it out, opened the stopper, and poured a very small amount down Bumble’s throat.

The effect was almost immediate. Bumble coughed, sat up, and grabbed his head by his horn.

“Owww… First-Aid, is the…”

He looked at the mostly nude Thestral in the room with him. Her Cobalt blue coat was a contrast to the deep crimson mane and tail she had. Her wings were folded down behind her back, and he she didn’t seemed too concerned about covering up her breasts. His eyes stayed on them for a few moments, taking in that while on the small side they had perfect shape. Her darker nipples were standing erect, and he could see that her panties were soaked. Of course his sense of smell told him that it was from arousal.

“Thanks for saving me. My name is Moonglow, but my friends call me Lucki.”

He grinned, “Is it okay if I call you Lucki?”

She nodded, “Sure.”

“You’re welcome Lucki. Has anypony told you that you’re very cute?”

Little did Bumble realize that while his magic was returning to him it felt somewhat like being drunk. He tried to shake it off for a moment, but when he felt Lucki’s lips against his, well that went out the window. He felt her straddle him her hands undoing his pants, fishing out his cock. He looked into her eyes, and she grabbed her panties, moved them over, and slid down on top of him.

“Oh by Luna’s gaping snatch you’re HUGE!”

“Yes, my husband is.”

Lucki knew the voice, she knew who it belonged to, but right now her heat addled mind didn’t care. Luna might be here, but she finally had this amazing cock inside of her, and that was all that mattered.

Author's Note

(AN: Okay. I'm going to do something different here. I had a plan for Fluttershy, but I haven't addressed it very much, so I'm going to give everyone a vote. The vote is simple. Either Vote for her becoming part of Bumble's herd, in which case I'll gladly write it into being, or vote that she joins a different herd.)

Bonus Scene# 17 Dream a Little Dream of me

Bumbling through my Education

Bonus Scene

Dream a little Dream of me

Aryanne stretched as she sat at her mother’s home. Her mother, a powerful mare in her own right, had left this home to her. It was all that was left of the mare who helped sculpt her to be the mare she was today. She held the guitar her father played in her hands. Her fingers finding the cords to make the song of her Motherland. Slowly its sweet melody drifted over the snow capped mountains. It was what she hoped, it was the place she longed for, and that made her realize it was a dream.

The home was hers, but she hadn’t been there in years. Her father, Weiches Herz, was still alive, and he played his music to help cover the costs of living alone without her mother. She didn’t go home because despite her views on stallions, he was her father, and she wanted him to have the dignity of at least being able to make it on his own. She felt somepony watching her, and a smile crossed her lips.

“Prinzessin Luna, Welcome to Germaneigh, home of the Nationalist Party,” she said before she turned to not only see Luna, but Celestia as well. She grinned at them both.

“Sie haben Pläne, ja?”

Luna smiled, “Ja, Ich haben Pläne.”

The scenery changed once more to Aryanne’s old room. The bed was similar, but it was larger. Easily it was three times the size it had been. To her credit Aryanne didn’t question. She knew the Princess of the Night’s abilities, and she knew this was well within her realm of abilities. Instead she began to remove her uniform.

The heavy coat she so loved, her symbol of authority was the first to fall. Here in Germaneigh she was the very voice of the law. The Führer was the one who ruled. Her voice was the one that Aryanne obeyed, but all others followed Aryanne’s command. She felt the symbol of her authority slip and fall. She unfastened the belt that held her crossbow, darts, and spell jars and sat it aside. Finally she removed her shirt. She felt the Princesses’ eyes on her, and a soft red blush crossed her muzzle.

Being a General often did not lend itself to making one more accessible to the opposite sex. Most of the mares under her command had often given her lustful eyes, but she did not enjoy their flesh. One simply did not sleep with those they commanded. It was… unseemly. But sleeping with a potential ally, yes, that was acceptable. She unfastened her bra, and let it slip off of her shoulders, down into her hands that were still holding the cups of her bra against her chest. She lowered them, allowing the Princesses to see her well defined breasts. For an Earth Pony she felt they were on the smaller side. There had been a rumor that somewhere in her family line was a Vogel-Pony. Naturally such an insult could not be suffered, and the one who threw it found themselves at the mercy of the Bandits that lived on the other side of the mountain.

Still, she saw no disappointment in either Princesses’ expression, and so she lowered her pants, removed her panties, and moved toward the bed. As far as things went Aryanne was always a very straight forward mare. There was a time and place for everything, and right now she was ready to be rutted. To have two Royals enjoying every inch of her body as she enjoyed theirs. She watched as Luna disrobed, and there, before her, grew a phallus. Her eyes widened as Luna moved toward the bed, and let her newly formed cock touch Aryanne’s muzzle.

“Are you going to look at it, or are you going to use it?”

Aryanne swallowed. She expected to be treated with respect, to be adored, her body worshiped, and this wasn’t exactly what she expected, but she wasn’t about to show weakness either. Her hand found the cock before her, gently grasping it, and she began to stroke it. Her lips touched the end of it, and Luna let out a soft moan as she felt Aryanne’s mouth cover the tip of her cock. She expected to feel her suck it, to feel the wonderful feeling of a tongue working on her newly formed cock, but instead Aryanne’s cheeks puffed out.

She was about to ask what Aryanne was doing when it sounded like somepony passing gas. She looked down at Aryanne in confusion, “What is that?”

“Was ist was?” Aryanne asked.

Luna sighed, “You have to suck when you’re giving a blowjob.”

Aryanne looked confused, “Warum nennen es ein schlag job?”

Luna grabbed her head, forcing her muzzle back onto her cock, “Now, suck. Try to imagine a thick milkshake.”

She felt the feeling Aryanne now sucking on her newly formed cock, and she began pulling her down further on her cock, “Good, good, now move your head back and forth. Yes… thou art a natural!”

Aryanne began to feel her wet slit, putting her fingers up into her wanting pussy, enjoying the feeling of the Princess of the Night getting off on getting her cock sucked. She felt two hands pulling her thighs apart, and she felt a tongue licking her pussy. She moaned onto the cock she was sucking, loving the feeling, her crystal blue eyes blinked coyishly at Luna as she continued to bob her head up and down her cock. She felt the tongue that was currently inside of her pussy touching her in just the right places. Then she felt that body shift. Something touched her, something huge, and her eyes widened as she felt it beginning to push into her. She started to draw back, but Luna’s hands went to the back of her head.

“Thou art not done yet!”

“Mmmph!” she exclaimed as she felt the huge cock press into her. It was so impossibly large. It slid further and further into her until she felt it at her womb, but it wasn’t done. There was more of it outside of her.

She felt the hips pull back, and then it slammed forward. She grunted onto the cock in her mouth. The cock was pressing against her cervix, trying to make it give way. She grunted and moaned until she felt it slip into her Cervix. Her eyes widened, her mouth fell open wider, and she almost screamed until Luna pushed her cock deeper into her muzzle.

It was practically at the back of her throat and Aryanne realized that this was something that she had to prove herself for. They would not find the Heerführer of Germaneigh’s Nationalist Army weak. She would take their cocks, their rough rutting, and she would rut them just as hard. She felt two hands on her cutie marks, the pink hearts with the symbol of her country in the center of them covered by the hands.

She also felt the touch of magic on her breasts. It felt like a tongue gently licking her nipples, teasing them, and she found herself moaning more with pleasure instead of grunting with displeasure and pain. She felt the cock inside of her pussy going nice and steady. It was almost as if the Pony doing this wasn’t frantic, but instead they were enjoying themselves. Luna had began to take the same mentality, until she heard the voice.

“Luna, do you think that we’ve spent enough time taking it easy on her?”

Her eyes widened at that question, “Yes beloved, I believe we have, what shall we do?”

“I have an idea,” the stallion’s voice said as she felt magic around her head pulling her off of Luna’s cock. Suddenly she was pushed forward, “Get up there,” the voice commanded.

She couldn’t explain why, but she liked the confident voice commanding her. She moved up and felt the cock in her pussy pulling out. She felt Luna’s slip into her, his pressed against her tailhole.

“Warten Sie, gehen Sie einfach. Ich habe noch nie einen genommen.”

She felt the hesitation, “Beloved, she said she’s never had one there. It is a virgin Tailhole for you.”

She felt a body against her, a soft kiss on her cheek, a gentle nibble on her ear, “I’ll start gentle. I promise.”

She felt him move back, and his cock pressed into her tailhole. She grunted as she felt Luna’s moving into her pussy at the same time. She felt him inside now, and she flinched. True to his word he was going slow, letting her get use to it, and then she saw a large white phallus. She looked up at Celestia, who had taken time to grow cock. She felt it against her lips, and she opened her mouth taking it into her muzzle.

“Lulu, she’s good at this.”

“I know… but she isn’t as tight as I’d hoped,” Luna complained.

“Lulu, she just had Bumble inside of her.”

Aryanne couldn’t believe they were so casually discussing her until she felt the cock in her tailhole finish bottoming out in her.

“I don’t know… She’s tight…” the stallion, Bumble, said.

“Then, let us enjoy her.”

She felt Bumble pull back, and then slam into her again. Each time he pulled back a little more until he was nearly completely out of her. She felt him thrusting into her in one movement each time. As he dove into her, Luna would pull out, letting the feeling of them pistoning into her in time drive her mad with need. Never had Aryanne brought herself this far with her toys. She’d never experienced this, never felt another Pony’s touch like this, and now there was there lovers for her to experience.

She felt them moving faster, harder, their cocks filling, and she couldn’t help it. The need flooded her brain and she began to orgasm all over the Princess of the night. She felt her rectum grasping Bumble, and she sucked harder on the Princess of the Sun.

“Fick mich! Fick mich schwerer!” she screamed as she pulled away from Celestia’s newly formed cock.

She felt her orgasm ride out, and then she fell limp. Yet they weren’t done with her. She felt them using her, rutting her, making her body theirs, all of theirs, for hours. Finally she felt all but Bumble pull out of her. When he did, his still hard cock slid out of her tailhole with a pop.

She looked at the cock before her, the one that belonged to this gray stallion. She licked it, tasing her own tailhole, his essence, and she took him into her mouth. She looked up at him, realizing that a Unicorn had just made her feel the way she felt. There was two parts of her. Two thoughts that fought. The first was the thought that her mother had brought her up believing. That the other tribes only existed to be used by Earth Ponies. That it was them, it was the Earth Ponies, that grew food, that moved mountains, that was able to make the ground give the life giving goods all ponies needed to survive. Then there was the other part that she realized was the truth she wanted to accept.

This stallion had made her feel sexy, wanted, and desirable. He treated her like a mare, no, like his mare, and she wanted him. With that thought she began to clean his cock. She sucked it as if there was no tomorrow, and she enjoyed feeling his hands on her golden mane. When she was finished she looked up at him.

“Do you want to join our herd?”

She considered it for a moment, a smile crossing her muzzle, “To be with du, ja.”

He smiled, “There are all three tribes in the herd, I will not tolerate any belittling of them, do you understand?”

She nodded, “Ja.”

“If you do, I will know.”

She kissed him, “I will be good.”

He smiled, “Then when you wake up, find me, and I will do this in the waking world.”

She felt the world dissolved around her, and she sat up in her bed. She touched the wet spot and realized that she had orgasmed hard. She would find Bumble, she would rut his brains out, and then she join his herd. It would cement the alliance with Equestria and more importantly it allowed her the chance to be something she couldn’t be in Germaneigh. She could be just a mare.

Author's Note

(AN: A nice tie in with Celestia the Broodmare. Yes, Aryanne has joined the herd. Inspiration for this chapter came from two sources. The first was the Song, Dream a little Dream of me, and the second was Flammenwerfer's Parallel's.

Naturally, I tried make sure that Aryanne stayed pretty much in character, as much as one could imagine her character was like, and I wanted to show that she was capable of accepting change. As for the song, please, go give it some love.

Also know that commissions and my Patreon are still open. If you enjoy my writing, and would like to see me doing it full time, consider becoming a Patron. Thanks, and remember, Friendship is Magic.)

Noble Resistance

Bumbling through my Education

Chapter 19: Noble Resistance

The Lab was normally quiet, although at the moment it was less quiet than he would have considered. Currently two of the newest members of his herd was attending to the needs of their Alpha. Honeypot had heard what happened between himself and Moonglow, and she also realized that it was from the intoxication from getting his mana stores built back up too quickly. He was actually quite magic drunk, and in no shape to make decisions.

For that reason Moonglow, or Lucki, got introduced the idea of anger rutting. Something the Thestral seemed to be able to handle, and actually enjoyed a bit. Of course the news of Aryanne came as a bit of a shock, at least until Luna explained that since Bumble was a Royal Consort, and thus considered royalty, bringing Aryanne into the herd was partially politically motivated. With Aryanne as a herd member it gave Equestria a more cemented alliance with Germaneigh.

It didn’t stop Honeypot from wanting to ensure that both Moonglow, and Aryanne, understood who the alpha mare was. Bumble himself was relaxing, finally taking it easy from everything that had happened. Because of Aryanne’s entry into the herd the wedding had to be moved up. The original plan was wait, but that was out of the question. Not to mention there was the trip meant to be made to Germaneigh to finish declaring both nations as allies. In a way Bumble wasn’t sure he liked the idea of the herd being used as a way to seal a formal alliance between Equestria and Germaneigh, but Luna, Celestia, and Aryanne had explained that it was for the best.

Plus, once she saw First-Aid Aryanne wanted to know when they would be ready. Apparently there was some villages in Germaneigh that didn’t have doctors or nurses. Having medical golems like First-Aid would be perfect since they could go out to the country, help those that needed it, and even bring them back to a larger health care facility if needed. She felt it truly was a fantastic idea. She loved the idea of everypony in Germaneigh getting the access to medical care they all deserved.

Of course the discussion over the medical golems ended when Honeypot insisted that the four of them go to the lab. Once there the door was locked, a golem construction mat was laid down, and Honeypot gave both of the mares what she expected of them. Aryanne was hesitant, exceptionally so, to let Lucki get so intimate with her. However, the moment she realized that her being accepted into the herd depended completely on her being able to accept all of the herd mates.

With that she lay back, her eyes on the ceiling, she didn’t look at Lucki, at Moonglow, not at first. Not until she felt the tongue of the Thestral mare inside of her. Her hands went to her head, she looked down at her, the old teachings falling away, the rampant tribalism falling apart, and she began to realize that while Germaneigh was part of who she was, it was not what she defined herself by anymore. She was a mare that found a good stallion, she found good herdmates, and she had no desire to give those things up.

She already understood if she became pregnant it was likely, until things changed, that she would have to birth her foal here. Her mind was alight with a thousand thoughts, each more demanding that the last, each expressing dominance of her mind, each demanding that she take the road they presented, but there was only one road she wanted.

She looked at the slit before her, the one belonging to her new alpha, and she began to kiss it. Her tongue tasted the sweet nectar that her alpha was offering her, and unable to hold back she slid her tongue into Honeypot. Honeypot moaned as she felt the mare that was a symbol for everything she was raised to stand against. Aryanne’s tongue was moving in the ways she so craved, so needed, and yet at the same time she wanted to subjugate the mare.

She wanted Aryanne to know what it felt like to be considered lesser, to understand what rampant tribalism felt like. She wanted this proud mare to become her willing little slave, and she wanted Aryanne to be aware of every moment of it. She wanted that, but at the same time she understood what Bumble wanted. He wanted her to see that all of the tribes could live together in harmony.

It didn’t feel right. Not that she was against accepting her. She agreed to it. Like Luna, and Celestia, explained it was needed. Bumble had responsibilities as a Royal. Responsibilities that included doing something like this. So she couldn’t understand why somepony that was raised to accept all other tribes, why somepony that believed she was so open to change and acceptance, but at the same time that same pony wanted to hate this mare.

Aryanne was trying her hardest to accept the entire herd. She was making an effort, but Honeypot wanted to hate her. She wanted to rut her so hard that Aryanne’s mind practically broke. She wanted to hate her, she wanted to treat her like the Germaneigh National Party treated the Pegasi and Unicorns. She wanted to hurt her. She felt her legs tightening around Aryanne’s head. She felt her orgasm wash over, the intense feeling of need residing, and she realized that she anger rutted a herdmate.

Cumulus told her about this. The moment that a pony made you so mad that you popped a wing boner, although she did tell her to never say that to another Pegasus, because they didn’t like to advertise that their wings could signal their arousal. She had the Earth Pony version of an angry wing boner for Aryanne. She moved away from her, letting Aryanne look confused.

“Do that to Moonglow.”

Aryanne looked at the Thestral and sighed as she moved between the cobalt blue thighs. Unlike Honeypot the taste was a mixture of tart and salty. As Aryanne went down on her Honeypot looked at her husband. The very stallion was the father to the foal she knew she was carrying, the very stallion that had captured the hearts of so many mares, and she instead went to her knees. She understood the reasons for what was happening, and she accepted that there was very little say in it, but she hoped that he would understand if it took her a good long while to come around to completely accepting the mare from Germaneigh.

Bumble felt his eyes try to roll into the back of his head. Honeypot knew how to please him. In truth she could give pointers to all of his mares, including Luna and Celestia. At one point he wondered if the Princess of Love might need pointers from his Earth Pony bride. He felt her mouth move from his cock to kissing up his belly, to his chest, and finally she found his mouth.

He tasted his own musk as he kissed her, but he could care less about that. She was his mare, his love, his bride. Her legs moved open as she straddled him in the seat he was on. He felt himself slip into her, and she let out a soft moan as she began to take him completely into her wanting slit.

“Oh Bumble,” she moaned, “Please rut me. Just rut me hard.”

He didn’t understand why she wanted him to be rough. It didn’t make since, since she wasn’t trying to act like she wanted him to rut her like there was no tomorrow, but he wasn’t going to deny her either. He pulled her up, using his magic, and then slammed her down onto his cock until it was completely buried inside of her. She let out a shrieking moan as he filled her. His cock stretching her so completely, his claiming her, reminding her of the fact that he was a confident stallion now. And he was. Over their time together Bumble had become more confident, but he never became callous or uncaring. He loved each and every one of them, and right now she was giving what she thought she needed.

She needed to be rutted hard like she wanted Aryanne rutted. She wanted him to treat her rough, to take from her, to drink from her lips, to feel her body, to use her and not give back. She wanted that because she felt like she deserved it. And before he could so blantely take of her, to use her, he stopped. She looked into his golden eyes, those loving eyes that saw through what she claimed. She sniffled as he held her.

“I… I…” she began.

He shushed her, letting her vent her emotions onto his shoulder. He heard the door open, but at the moment he didn’t care if he got into trouble. One of his mares… No his Honeypot needed him. She needed him, and the school be damned to Tartarus. To their credit both Aryanne and Moonglow got up from the floor and hugged them. When the door finished opening he saw Luna standing there.

“Beloved, You are needed before the council of nobles.”

He looked at her, uncertain of why his presence was needed, “Why?”

She sighed and walked toward him, “Not for our marriage beloved, which must happen soon, within the month soon, but rather for your golems. Gleaming Bit is attempting to convince the other Nobles how your golems will work against the interest of the common pony.”

He shook his head, “Luna… Honeypot needs me. I…” he felt Honeypot lift up. Her eyes focused on him.

“Bumble, I’ll be okay, but you need to go. Go and settle this.”

He swallowed, and slowly she off of him. He pulled his clothes on, and he followed Luna. Not far behind him the alpha of his herd, and two new herd members, followed closely behind him. The small group walked into a building he’d learned about back in his days of elementary school. The House of Nobles, the very place where the laws of Equestria were either put into existence, or repelled. The huge marble structure was intimidating, but he remembered exactly who it was that rutted Princess Luna until she was quivering and barely able to speak. With that he strolled into the floor of the House of Nobles like the biggest cock walking into a locker room.

The nobility sat in their seats of power. The very seats that had been unfortunately given to them by Celestia shortly after Luna’s banishment. The very seats that had the power to limit Celestia’s limit. The fact was that the House of Noble’s didn’t always follow that name. There was once a time when the House of Noble’s went by the name of the Delegation to the Office of the Royal Knowledge Society, but apparently one of the nobility realized that Starswirl the Bearded had given the name after a night of heavy drinking, and that it was a vain attempt to poke fun at the fact that he considered them all dimwitted.

The first Noble to stand was Gleaming Bit. He glared at the newest member of the Royal family in the same way one might look at a bit of rubbish littering the side of the highway. He gave a snort of indifference, his own way of showing the disrespect he believed this Princess Consort deserved, and then stood to address his other fellow Nobles.

“Ladies and Gentlestallions of the great House of Nobles, I address you with a problem. A problem I am certain began as a genuine attempt of help, and aide, but one that will surely render our fellow common ponies into a position of lethargy and useless behavior,” he said before he pointed to Bumble, “Our Prince Consort has created a Golem capable of rendering aid to anypony within Equestria. A golem not restricted by location, not restricted by temperature, and not even restricted by the protocols we have set in place to keep a balance on health care.”

He took a breath, trying to see if he had gotten to Bumble, and his sneer showed his displeasure in being unable to render this new edition to the Royal family into a simpering mess. Another Blueblood he didn’t want, or need.

“He would disrupt the livelihood of thousands of ponies in the Health care systems we have in place! He would dismantle the very established protocols that are there to aid ponies! He would RAPE our entire medical structure to the very foundations! WE MUST STOP THIS!”

He looked at Bumble, his sneer every present, his eyes not even looking at Luna who was now glaring daggers at him. Her mind considering the idea of stripping him of his lands, his power, and send him straight to an Earth Pony settlement where he would have to work for an Earth Pony for a place to live. She looked at the outburst of support from most of the nobility, with the exception of two minor houses.

The first to stand was Twilight Velvet and Nightlight, of the House of Clover, descendants of Clover the Clever, forever locked into the nobility.

“No.”

Gleaming Bit looked at them, “Ah, of course, our own progressive,” he made the quotation marks in the air, “minor nobles have decided to speak out of why damaging our Health Care infrastructure is a grand idea.”

Twilight Velvet looked at him, and imagined putting a well placed hoof at his dangly bits. She cleared her throat, and looked at the other nobles, “No, damaging our health care systems would be terrible, but this wouldn’t damage it. It would bring about the much needed change we need to see in our health care. We could see the start of ponies being able to be treated like ponies and not numbers!”

A low mummer began and soon another group stood. Fancy Pants and Fleur De Lis stood.

“I say,” Fancy began, “Ms. Velvet makes a valid point! This could be our chance to show the common pony that we support them!”

Gleaming Bit groaned, “We have two for allowing the Golems to continue as intended, against?”

Nearly half of the nobility stood.

“Ah, I see, and abstained?”

Most of the other half stood.

“Well, since most of the nobility seems to feel that it would be in the best interest of Equestria to not allow the Prince Consort to continue his work…”

Luna stepped forward, “Yes, a group of pompous, arrogant, self deluded tailholes feel that spitting on the very ponies that need us the most is the right course of action. I feel it is not. By the rule granted to me, by Princess Platinum of the Unicorn Tribe, Chancellor Puddinghead of the Earth Pony tribe, and General Hurricane of the Pegasus tribe I hereby declare the Medical Golem project approved.”

Gleaming Bit glared at her.

“You would destroy all the Nobility have built for the common pony?!”

She glared back at him, “No, I would destroy the stranglehold the nobility has on our Health Care system!”

He huffed, “Perhaps we should entertain the notion that this idea was given to you by your sister, perhaps, after so many years of leadership, Princess Celestia is in need of relief. Who would be better than us to take over those responsibilities?”

Luna looked at the entire house of Nobles, smiled, and cleared her throat.

“THOSE WHO VOTED AGAINST THE GOLEMS STAND!” she spoke with her Royal Canterlot Voice, “THOU HAST PROVEN THINE TRUEST INTENTIONS! IT IS FOR THIS REASON WE HEREBY STRIP THEE OF THY POWER! THY NAMES SHALL BE REMOVED FROM THE BOOK OF GOLD, THINE HOUSES TAKEN BACK FROM WHENCE THEY CAME, AND THOU, ALL OF THOU, SHALT SEEK ASSISTANCE FROM THE VERY PONIES THY HAVE RAPED WITH THINE FOUL LAWS!”

“You...YOU CAN’T!” Gleaming Bit shouted, “We.. WE WERE GIVEN OUR POSITIONS BY PRINCESS PLATINUM HERSELF!”

Luna looked at him, a self assured smile on her muzzle, “Yes, and Princess Platinum gave us her position. We took her power from her shoulders. You might have the laws in favor of controlling mine sister, but not for me. It is for that reason, and that reason alone, you would have been best to leave my decision alone.”

“But… No, this isn’t right! It’s not fair!” Gleaming Bit screamed.

Luna looked toward her other herdmates that stood just outside the door, a smile on her muzzle, and she looked toward Gleaming Bit, “Congratulations Gleaming Bit, thou hast played thineself. Tell us, did thou enjoy it?”

Gleaming without thinking did something that would be remembered in Canterlot for ages. The moment when one of the nobility completely forgot their place and slapped one of the Royal Sisters. Luna didn’t even get the chance to hurt him, instead he glowed a brilliant gold, the same color of Bumble’s magic, and he flew violently toward the ceiling only to bounce off of it and tumble down toward the floor. She caught him, not wanting the blood of this poor excuse of a stallion to be on Bumble’s hands, and once he was within non-lethal range, dropped him. The sound was satisfying as she heard him scream from the various broken bones. She caught her husband, who seemed to tax a still not quite returned mana reserve, and lifted him gently with her magic.

“Guards, Take Gleaming Bit into custody, remove his wife and their daughters from his house. Bring them before the Night Court.”

“Your Highness,” two Earth Ponies guards said with poorly hidden smiles on their muzzles, “Your will be done.”

Carrying Bumble, Luna felt something else she hadn’t felt in so long. She felt safe. Her husband’s own power was that of a foal compared to her, yet he protected her. He took Gleaming Bit out of the picture. The noble not only lost his place, but he proved how irrational and unfit he truly was for the power he wielded.

Oh, Celestia would be in a tizzy, she knew that. Tia would go about saying how she shouldn’t had done that. She should have left the nobility alone, but they were threatening to destroy all Bumble worked for, they were threatening Celestia herself, and Luna couldn’t leave such a thing alone. Besides, she had to see if pressed against the wall if the nobility would act noble, or if they would play the one true hand they had.

Their answer was more than enough reason for her to ensure the loss of power they had.

Author's Note

(AN: Okay, so I've noticed some questions about Aryanne. Two things, With Bumble becoming part of the Royal family there was some extra responsibilities thrust upon him. A political marriage is unfortunately one of those. Like it or not this was something I was considering from the very beginning of this story. I was debating for some time about who I was going to add, and in the end it came down to either Dragon Lord Ember, or the Chancellor from Germaneigh.

I felt best to go with Germaneigh. Mainly because while not all dragons do, there are some dragons that do eat Ponies. So, in the end, I felt it better to go with Germaneigh, and work toward changing Aryanne more toward believing in harmony between the tribes. Thank you,

RJP)

Bonus Scene # 18 Flutter

Author's Note

(AN: Okay, here's the Fluttershy Chapter. So, The vote for her not to end up with Bumble and his herd won out. That left me with the decision to make, and I felt I went with a direction that's been pretty well established. Yes, Fluttershy is going to herd, I'm not revealing who is going to be in the herd until the side story for Flutters.

Thanks everyone for reading!)

Bonus Scene # 18 Flutter

Bumbling through my Education

Bonus Scenes

Flutter

Fluttershy sighed as her eyes fluttered open. Slowly she began to sit up. The previous night had been difficult on her, or at least it was until she went to her door. She looked at the pony standing there, a pony she knew all too well, and one that she had seen blossom into a wonderful young mare. The young Earth Pony mare walked into the small cottage after being invited. She took a seat and sniffed as she looked at the floor.

“S..Sweetie Belle said that she used to talk to you, about stuff, stuff she couldn’t tell Rarity or Button.”

Fluttershy nodded, grabbing a tea kettle, filling it water, setting on her antique wood stove, stirring the coals until the fire slowly returned, and she threw in a few pieces of dry wood, “We’d talk over tea, would you like a cup?”

The young mare nodded, “Uh… Uh huh…”

Fluttershy worked with the kettle until the water was steaming, and then she poured the hot water into two cups, she grabbed two tea bags, and dunked them into the cups. The herbal tea was nice and relaxing, with a bit of a blend with hemp, it always relaxed her, and she felt that the young mare here needed to be relaxed. She served it, watching the expression her guest had for a moment, before she took another drink.

“I’m an idiot.”

Fluttershy wasn’t sure how to respond to her words, “Oh, I’m sure that isn’t true.”

She nodded, “I am. I had a chance to rut his brains out before he left, I could’ve claimed him, but he was a dork. Too low on the social ladder for me,” she gave a half hearted laugh, “and now he’s rutting the Princesses, and everypony else, and I’m… What am I?”

Fluttershy breathed out. This wasn’t listening to Sweetie telling her what Rumble had done to her. Which she tried to convince Sweetie to let her report it to Twilight. She wasn’t fit to consent to anything, let alone being taken back to Rumble’s bed. She was glad that Sweetie opened up to Button about it, although she wished that Button would have done more than just crack Rumble’s jaw.

Being an Earth Pony Button could have hurt Rumble, badly, but he didn’t He held back. Still, her mind came forward, to this moment, and she let out a gentle sigh, “You’re yourself Diamond Tiara. You’ve grown into a good pony, and I know that most of your friends think so as well.”

Diamond Tiara sniffed, “But… I wanted him.”

Fluttershy held her tongue. She wanted to express that she knew what that felt like. To want somepony, but never really have them. She wanted Bumble, but only because she found out how large his cock was. She felt terrible for that. That her only reason for wanting to seduce him was because she wanted his cock. She didn’t care about what he was doing, or how he was trying to fix Equestria, no, she just wanted to feel his huge cock up her tailhole. To hear him moan her name, over and over, and over again. That was her wish.

It just wasn’t meant to be, and maybe that was fine.

“Diamond, sometimes we don’t get what we want, but if we try, sometimes we get what we need.”

She sighed, and looked at her, “T...Thanks,” Diamond yawned, “Do you mind if I lay down? I’m a little tired.”

Fluttershy nodded, and soon the younger mare was sleeping. She stood, and felt the tea. Tree Hugger had given her this batch, and it felt a little stronger than normal. She’d have to dilute it a bit more. She simply didn’t take as much as Tree Hugger. She stumbled toward the kitchen, and she heard the sound of the very fabric of space and time ripping open. It was a sound that some could argue sounded close to that of a freshly baked Apple pie shattering on a piece of limburger cheese. She turned with a smile as a golden eagle’s claw came through, and soon one of her dearest friends stepped out.

“Oh, dear, did I miss Tuesday Tea already?”

Fluttershy shook her head, “No, I was just helping somepony.”

The old draconequus looked toward the couch and saw Diamond Tiara lying there. He stepped toward her, his claw reaching down, going not onto her young skin, but deeper, into her very essence, and he felt the sadness residing inside of her.

“Hmmm, lots of regret here, did you use Bush Embrace’s tea?”

Fluttershy rolled her eyes. All of these years and he still didn’t care for Tree Hugger. Still, it was good to see him. She hugged him, and enjoyed the feeling of his hugging her back.

“You were gone a while this time.”

He laughed, “Yes, well somepony has to play with those self important bipedal monkeys. They find themselves too serious all of the time. Why, my favorite of them believes that what his ship does, or doesn’t do, could result in the end of the very existence of everything. It was so nice to actually give him what he wanted. To let him save the entire of his species.”

“Dizzy, you didn’t hurt them did you? Those poor monkeys…”

He laughed, “No, of course not. I just simply gave them what they wanted. I gave them purpose. Although making a glowing mark appear on their rumps for a bit was fun, I doubt any of them noticed it, or if they did they didn’t say a word.”

She clicked her tongue at him, “You gave them cutie marks?”

He smiled, “Only the ones that know their purpose, and it won’t stay. It was just something for a moment,” he transformed from his true form into that of a Pegasus with a Unicorn body, and Earth Pony strength.

She knew it was his own chaotic nature, but she was glad to see him take a pony form more and more often. It was like he was trying to get closer to her. She thought about the few things that kept them as friends. He was timeless, and she would age. She had already actually. She felt his hug from behind, his muzzle, along with his extended fang, nuzzling her neck.

“So, want to make up for lost time?”

She smiled, “Dizzy, you know that… We’re friends.”

She felt him disappear and then appear in front of her. His body separated in the middle to accommodate for the table. He leaned forward, before she could protest, and kissed her.

“Fluttershy, I can wait forever, but you can’t.”

She sighed, “I don’t want us to ruin what we have Dizzy. I really don’t. Besides, what if you get bored of me?”

He smiled at her, “Well, we could herd. I’ve heard all of the cool kids are doing it. Even Celestia and Luna, which as I heard, Celestia likes being made the broodmare.”

“Dizzy!”

He laughed, “Fluttershy, friendship doesn’t have to end when two ponies decide they like each other like that. It just… grows.”

She bit her lip, “I… Promise it won’t get weird.”

He arched an eyebrow, “Wha?”

She sighed, “Your kind of weird is fine, but Dizzy, don’t let it get weird between us. I don’t want you to be inside of me, and then wake up and realize that we just messed up everything. You’re one of my best friends, I don’t want that to disappear.”

He grinned, “It won’t, and we could practically herd with anypony.”

She looked at the couch, “Dizzy, no, I’m old enough to be her older sister.”

He grinned, “Well, it would lighten her mood, but I’ll leave that to you. Now, my dear friend Fluttershy, please, lead me on.”

The trip to her bedroom was one that she never thought she would take with Discord. He was her friend, her best friend, and here it was that she was going to share a bed with him. It would have been just out there as sharing a bed with Sombra. She shivered as she thought of that. There was more than a few pages of erotica she had written about the dark King of the Crystal Empire bending her over her kitchen sink and rutting her until she was raw and begging for more.

Celestia help her she’d dragged poor Rainbow into those stories more than a couple of times. Of course Discord had seen them once, and he had… She looked at his form again. His shape and body actually looked close to Sombra’s. Her eyes widened. He took his form for her, just for her, because he thought that this was what she wanted. She let out a girlish giggle. He was trying to please her. Oh, it was going to be fun to finally bring him home to meet her parents. She almost secretly hoped that Zephyr Breeze was there, just so he could say something out of line around Discord.

Sure, her brother had grown up, but he was still somepony that needed a good swift kick in the plot from time to time. She had a feeling that Discord would be more than willing to help with that. She opened the door to her room, stepped inside, and turned to look at Discord. He flexed his arms backward and his entire suit of clothes shot off of him and deposited themselves all over her floor. She began to undress, sliding her shirt off, finding her bra, unclasping it, and then slowly letting it fall. She looked toward him to see his eyes growing large, his tongue starting to hang out, and while it looked a little funny she knew that it was how he expressed himself.

He was wanting this so badly, and in truth she was too. She wanted it for so long, and she never realized it. She thought about the stallions she had before him, and it hurt. She had ignored the fact that he was waiting for her, hoping that eventually she would see what was there. She didn’t realize that stallions had a zone where they were just friends. She always thought that was just for mares, but she didn’t realize that she had put Discord into that zone.

Somehow, he climbed out of it. She pulled off her pants, her panties, and let them slide down to her ankles and then she stepped out of them. She walked toward him, and he shook his head. He snapped his fingers and she was on the bed. He crawled toward her, a smile on his muzzle.

“Tonight is all about you, enjoy it.”

She moaned as she felt his lips against her marehood. Nopony would ever believe this. Well, Perhaps Rarity. She did say that she she believed Fluttershy had eyes for Discord, but that just made her look for somepony else. She felt his tongue go so deep into her, and she wanted him to stay. Her hands found the back of his head, and she began to hold him there.

“Mmmm, that feels soo good…” she moaned.

His entire body ignored the laws of physics, the way the world worked, and she found his cock hanging over her mouth. Unlike a normal pony’s cock it was more pointed. There seemed to be a knot toward the back of it, and then it looked a bit like a pretzel… She shook her head, and took the tip into her mouth. She expected the taste of musk and salt, what she got was sweet and sour. It had a faint taste of a cock, but at the same time it almost tasted like sucking on one of Pinkie Pie’s joke candy canes.

There was a taste of lemon and chocolate, then it changed again to cherries and sour apples. Each time she sucked on it the flavor changed, and she found that change intoxicating. She began taking more of him into her mouth, and then she felt him pull back.

“Ready?”

How his head changed places with his cock so fast was beyond her, but she didn’t care. She nodded, and she felt the sweet relief of his beautifully, yet oddly, shaped cock enter her marehood. He pressed deep into her and she felt his tongue in her mouth. She tasted herself, something that Soarin’ got off on, but there again she tasted something else. Lemon drops, her favorite candy, she could taste it on his tongue, and she giggled as he began building a rhythm. His cock changed, and she felt it getting larger.

She could feel it stretching her to the breaking point, the massive tool was actually bigger than Bumble’s, she’d dare say it felt like a large dragon’s cock inside of her rather small hole. She groaned a bit, and she felt it shrink down a bit. It was comfortable now, not quite Bumble’s size but certainly large enough to make her happy. She wrapped her legs around him, her own hips meeting his own.

“Rut me Dizzy…” she said as they broke the kiss.

Suddenly she found herself on her hands and knees. The switch had been instant, and his hands were on her cutie marks. She felt his cock thrusting harder, faster, he was banging against her cervix with each thrust, and she loved the feel of it. She felt a tingle of magic cover her, but she didn’t have time to ask before her orgasm hit. Not long after she felt his hit her. She felt his seed enter her womb, but it didn’t stop. Her womb didn’t start overflowing. Instead it just got bigger, and bigger. She felt it growing until she felt her belly on her bed. She had to look like she was so pregnant that she was about to pop, He pulled out and she felt more of his seed splashing her back.

He glazed her wings with his seed, her rump, her tail, her entire body, was covered with his seed. She fell forward, feeling the seed slowly ooze out.

“Well, I can honestly say it’s not weird… Except that I want to do that again. Is that normal?”

She nodded, “Uhhuh… But… Maybe give me a few minutes….”

A Wedding, Reveal, and Acceptable Terms

Bumbling through my Education

Chapter 20: A Wedding, Reveal, and Acceptable Terms

*****Canterlot Palace - Lunar Hall*****

Organizing a huge wedding was something that should have been a piece of cake. After all, Princess Celestia specifically asked her to help organize the wedding, and she asked the most capable pony she knew to help plan a royal wedding, that was happening in a week. Pinkie Pie had declared that she had the plans already done, and Twilight was looking at Celestia’s favorite type of cake, her favorite dishes, Bumble’s favorite food, Luna’s favorite food, and so now she was helping to build off of what Pinkie already knew, and was adding more in for each of Bumble’s herdmates.

Somehow Pinkie Pie was able to get the Germaneigh, find out what kind of cake and food Aryanne liked, and return within only a day or so. Twilight had long since stopped asking the questions of how, or why, and simply accepted that this was part of Pinkie being Pinkie. She wasn’t lost on the fact that they would need help, and so asking her friends for their help came to light. Unlike Shining Armor and Cadence’s wedding there wasn’t any suspect of an incursion. Instead everything seemed fine. Or it did until Twilight learned that currently Bumble was being held under house arrest.

And that was where she was at the moment. In the Palace, looking at her former student, and trying desperately to figure out what went wrong.

“What happened?”

He looked away from her, “I really don’t want to talk about it.”

She neared him, slowly, “Bumble, please. They’ve told me that you hurt a pony.”

He glanced at her, “He slapped my wife.”

She flinched at that. Bumble was raised like a Pegasus. Derpy was an amazing mare, but she didn’t know the first thing about teaching Bumble how to keep his magic in check. How to keep his emotions from taking over and possibly doing some real harm. Twilight had started teaching him control, but she knew that without those early safeguards that all little unicorns are supposed to be taught, well, it was fortunate that Bumble had only managed to break the former noble’s right arm and two ribs.

If he would have been at full strength there was a chance he could have done worse. On top of that Luna used the most archaic interpretation of the law in order to disband most of the nobility. Currently Celestia was trying to smooth things over, and placate some of them, but others… Twilight would be the first to acknowledge that some of the nobility was corrupt, and did some very shady dealings. She knew that the Health Care system in place was the biggest corruption ever created, and she knew that Gleaming Bit’s grandfather had put it into place with the original intention of actually helping ponies. Once that poor stallion died, Gleaming’s father, and Gleaming himself, turned what was meant to help into a massive business that was there to separate ponies from their bits, and at the same time make the House of Twinkle Shine, Gleaming’s ancestor, wealthier.

Of course Blueblood helped, in his own special way, by releasing all of the information on every corrupt dealing, that any of the nobility that had been stripped of their power. It was out there for everypony to know, and even if they returned to power, they would be stripped again. Silently, she was thankful that her mother and father were more progressive toward change. The last thing she wanted was for the House of Clover to be disbanded and her parents tossed out of their ancestral home.

Sighing, she looked at Bumble. The nobility that was stripped of power now were held in treason, but they were able to use the same laws their ancestors created to mark Bumble’s own actions, warranted as they may have been, to ensure that the Prince Consort was painted in an ill light.

“You have to set things right between Gleaming bit, his family, and yourself.”

He looked at her, “He hit my wife. He slapped her.”

She sighed, “I know, I get that, but Bumble, if you don’t fix this… Everything you’ve worked for will be gone. This is part of being royalty. We have to make concessions that nopony wants to make. I don’t like it, not in the slightest, but I have to do it all of the time. So does Big Mac and Rainbow now.

He sighed, looked at her, and then scrunched up his muzzle. “So, he gets to get away with slapping Luna?”

Twilight shook her head, “No, he doesn’t,” she smiled, “Blueblood has released every dirty secret that he’s ever had. There’s more than enough to sentence him for treason. The fact that he’s worked against Equestria’s own good toward his own ends. Things he’s done, Bumble, he’s not going to get away with anything. Even if he’s forgiven for what he did, he’ll never be a noble again.

Bumble nodded, “What do I have to do?”

She breathed out a sigh of relief and grinned, “You’ve got to do something that I’m sure you are not going to like,” she held his hand, “Bumble, you need to make a movement to forgive Gleaming for some of the greater crimes he’s committed.”

He looked at her like she had just hit him, “What?!”

She shook her head, “I know, I know, but Bumble, this needs to be done. His lesser crimes are enough to keep him from reclaiming his nobility.”

He grumbled, “If I don’t?”

She looked at the floor, “Bumble, if you don’t do this. Then the public will see you as just as petty as those members of the nobility. Anything you ever go to do will be marred with that image.”

He leaned over, “Fine, I’ll do it, but what kind of punishment will he receive?”

Twilight leaned forward, resting her forehead against his own, their horns just barely touching.

“The other crimes he’s committed require that he be forced to work for the biggest family he’s harmed as a noble. That means either working for the Apples or the Pickled Clan.”

He looked at her, “He’d have to work for Pinchy and Pina?”

She grinned, “Actually, he’d have to work for the eldest member of the Pickled Clan, and since I know that Barley Hopps would have no use for a snooty former noble, he’d most likely send him to work for his great grandniece, Berry Punch, or send him to his great granddaughter Pinot Noir. Either way he’d be forced to work for an Earth Pony, and I’m pretty sure that’s worse than anything else we could do to him.

He sighed, “What about his wife, his daughters, what happens to them?”

She shuffled her hoof, “Naturally, Gleaming’s wife, Posh Propers, would also be forced to serve. She knowingly allowed her husband to continue with the dealings that he did, but their daughters are another story.”

She looked at Bumble, “Both of them are young enough that it could be possible for their lives to be turned around. I think that their being admitted to Celestia’s school for foals their age would do them a world of good. It might be enough to help them realize their true potential. And with any luck at all they’ll end up being much better ponies than their parents.”

He looked complacent for a moment, and then he nodded, “It makes sense.”

She watched as he leaned forward, “When did things get so complicated?” his golden eyes looked at her own lavender ones, “Princess Twilight, when did life change so much?”

She sat down next to him, her wing extending and covering him, much like she did when he was a much younger pony. He’d been older than she was when she was accepted as Celestia’s student, but he was still young enough that she looked up to her like an older sister. Of course it made her feel happy that he had that connection with her, and she gently nuzzled his cheek.

“First, Bumble please just call me Twilight. You’re a member of the royalty now, and it will be official at the end of the week,” she grinned at him, “And the moment you stepped into the adult world it became different. Things always get more complicated, and trust me, I have a ton of experience with that.”

She laughed, “But there’s a lot of good stuff, great stuff, that I know you’ve gotten to experience. It’s that kind of thing that makes this life worth living,” she smiled, “P, err, Celestia tried very hard to get me to learn that early on. I wish that I would have figured out what she meant.”

Bumble sighed, “When should I make the suggestion, or motion, to forgive Gleaming Bit?”

Happy that her former student was at least entertaining her suggestion she slowly lifted away from him, letting her wings fold back behind her, “You should make the motion today. We can arrange to have Gleaming brought before either the Night, or Day court. While he’s going to be forgiven for some of the bigger things, Bumble there is another side to this.”

He looked at her, “You will get to help settle the decision on his punishment. It means that he, and Posh Propers, will be sentenced by a majority vote of us Royals. Luna, Celestia, Cadence, Blueblood, you, Big Mac, Rainbow Dash, and myself.”

She sighed, “Big Mac is going to want him to know what it’s like to work, but I doubt that he wants him out at the Apple’s farm. So it is very likely to come down to him going to either Berry or Pinot,” a faint smile crossed her face, “And I’m certain that Big Mac would want to have him fairly close so that he could be watched.”

“What about the other nobles?”

Twilight gave a sad smile, “They’re going to face some serious charges. Not all of them for treason, but most certainly worthy of losing their titles, lands, and holdings.”

Bumble considered what that meant. Capital punishment hadn’t been used in Equestria since before Luna’s banishment. He certainly didn’t want anypony to have to sentence anypony to death. Looking at her, and realizing just how complicated things had become, he cleared his throat.

“Is… is there anyway we can get the rest of them in the same kind of deal?”

Twilight grinned, “Absolutely, and I was hoping that you’d want to suggest that,” she looked at Bumble with the same kind of nearly motherly eyes she had when he was a younger pony, “Bumble, what we’re going to do is to well, we’re going to have to do something that is going to upset your mother a little bit.”

He looked confused, “Why would it upset mom?”

Twilight brought a book up from a bag she had carried in with her. The book looked ancient, truly old, and she opened it. What Bumble saw was a picture of his mother dressed as Private Pansy. Except her eyes were normal. He looked at Twilight completely confused. She smiled softly.

“You’re mother is a direct descendant of Private Pansy and General Hurricane. General Hurricane married Private Pansy shortly after unification, and their line has eventually lead to your mother, your sisters, and you. Bumble, you are Cloudsdale Nobility, and specifically you, because you acted to save your mate, would be the title of armiger. In Cloudsdale nobility, the first noble to act to preserve a flock member, or a mate, is given that title.”

He looked at her, “Why is mom going to be upset?”

She sighed, “Because your grandmare, she denounced the line. She cut herself, and all of you, away from that line. Your mother was brought up without the influence of nobility, and in order to do what we need to do you’re going to have to claim that line, and that means that your mother is going to be forced to take up the mantle.”

He looked confused, “It means that your mother is going to be forced to attend some very boring meetings, and more specifically, she’s going to be required to consider courtship from either Cloudsdale or Canterlot nobility.”

He realized exactly what Twilight meant. His mother, as far as he knew, didn’t see a whole lot of ponies, except for Berry Punch, Carrot Top, and Written Script. He knew that his mother wanted them all to think that she wasn’t getting diddled, but he kind of knew better, especially now. He knew how much she loved his father, but Silent Victory had been gone for several years now, and his mother was only a pony. She had needs, itches that had to be scratched, and he knew that if he was his father he wouldn’t be mad about her seeing to her needs.

Then again, he really didn’t want to see his mother ending up with some snooty noble that only married her because of her line and not because of who she was. She deserved to have somepony that would love her for who she was. He looked at her, “She can deny the suitors right?”

Twilight nodded, “She can, especially since she already has foals to carry the line, but Bumble, eventually she will have to give specific reasons.”

He smiled, “What if she wanted to join a herd?”

She looked a little concerned, “No, no, not mine, but a herd with a good friend?”

Twilight adjusted her seat, “I suppose that would be fine, as long as her friend was somehow associated with somepony important.”

Grinning he thought of something that Pina had told him a long while back, “Berry Punch, she’s from the Pickled Clan, just like you said, and the Pickled Clan is currently the ones in charge of the Shetland Isles.”

A bright smile crossed her face, “Bumble, that’s brilliant! It solidifies our alliance with the Shetland Isles, and at the same time, if your mother is okay with it, it gives her somepony she’d trust to be a relationship with.”

He nodded, “Is there anything specific I can do as Armiger?”

Twilight nodded, “As Armiger it is your responsibility to administer justice to those that fall under your care…. Bumble what are you thinking?”

He thought back to school, what he learned about pre-unification, and how the Pegasi would sometimes capture Unicorns and Earth Ponies. Those poor Ponies would become the lowest members of that Pegasus’ line. It was a dirty trick, a horrible thing to even consider, but the law was never removed.

“Can I invoke the law of my line on them? Since it was one of my own that basically captured them?”

Twilight’s eyes widened, “Bumble, you realize what you’re doing right? This… This really tricky. Those laws still exist, but they haven’t been enforced in well over a thousand years!”

He nodded, “I know, but I think that it’s the only way that I can make sure that none of them are killed.”

She breathed out, “If you do this, Bumble, I’m not going to lie, it’s going to change everything. The old laws will end up getting re-written.”

He nodded, “And they need to be. Look what they tried to do to Luna, to Celestia, and to all of us. Those laws need to change.”

She looked at the floor, “So much will end up changing, and maybe it’s for the best. Okay, I’ll help set things into motion for this to happen. Bumble, you realize that the trial is going to happen before the wedding right?”

He nodded, “Yeah?”

She sighed, “The next day, seriously, the very next day you’re going to be marrying your entire herd. That includes both Luna and Celestia. Bumble, I’m just saying this because of how long I’ve known Celestia, but you’re going to want to smooth things over before the wedding. She’s already stretched pretty thin with trying to get this all settled.”

He nodded, “I will. I’ll do whatever I can to make her happy.”

She sighed and nodded, “Okay, then get ready. I’ll be back in a few hours. If everything goes according to plan, well, the wedding should be fine, and there will be a massive chance in the laws.”

*****The Wonderbolt’s home*****

Derpy did not even pretend to be okay with what was happening. Her colt was being held from her, from his mares, and she was one step from stomping right up to where they were holding him and making a scene. Her wings twitched as she stomped around the kitchen. Something moved, and she reached out for it before the form could get too far. She squeezed the form close to her, hugging them for all she was worth. Majira resided herself to be hugged by a very huggy Pegasus that was very close to having a breakdown. She hugged Derpy back and felt her new mother nuzzle her cheek against her own. There was no breaking free, there was no chance of being released, but instead Majira had learned that when a huggy Pegasus got ahold of you the only thing to do was ride it out.

She heard hoofsteps and soon another body was brought in and pulled up close.

“I just wanted a muffin…”

Majira laughed at the sound of her sister wife. She knew that Pavi was getting treated to the same hug. She wanted to warn her sister wife that there was no escape, but instead she decided to let her figure that out on her own. Instead Majira simply allowed Derpy to continue to hug her while she let out a concerned nicker. It was a good couple of hours before Derpy finally calmed down enough to not get all huggy.

Instead of hugging she went to her next mode of dealing with things, and that was to bake. The scent of muffins began to fill the house, and she kept going. There was guards there, guards that said that they would help, and so far they were going to a little grocery store that was on the corner and getting what she needed to make more muffins. What began as a few muffins had quickly turned into six dozen. The six dozen was becoming eight, and Derpy was running low on everything again. The guard that had been running to the grocery simply nodded, taking the same list he had been given earlier, and left.

“Mom, I think that’s enough muffins.”

She looked to see her youngest. Dinky was looking at the muffins, then she glanced at her mother. She knew why her mother was so worried. The moment Bumble was taken into custody, and put on house arrest, well, it was stressful. Add to the fact that they wouldn’t let anypony except for royalty speak to him. Celestia had explained that what happened was a collection of older laws that had been made after Luna’s banishment, and while Luna was basically clear to retaliate against Gleaming Bit for striking her, Bumble was not.

Even though Bumble was tentatively a member of the royal family he was still subject to the laws in place. Dinky knew that her mother was smart, exceptionally so, but she also knew that the long drawn out explanation wasn’t what Derpy wanted to hear. She wanted to know when her son would be allowed to come home. Over the course of the last two days her mother had been flighty, huggy, brooding, and now in a baking everything mood.

It wasn’t that she was upset. She knew that her mother had more than enough reasons to do what she was doing. But at the same this was a little excessive. She moved to sit down, and Dinky found a plate with six muffins, all different kinds, sitting in front of her.

“Mom, I’m…” she looked to see Derpy looking at her with her good eye squinting and her bad one closed, “I’m glad that you decided to give me these muffins.”

Nodding Derpy went back to making the last batch of muffins that she could with what was left, and Dinky took a bite of a banana and walnut muffin. The muffin tasted fine, but it was getting cold. She realized that it was certainly one of the first batches her mother had done. She watched as Bumble’s herd came down stairs, and she looked at all of her new sisters, all all except for Luna and Celestia.

Aryanne had been something of a surprise, but the blond maned Earth Pony mare was actually fairly polite, and she seemed to get along well enough. She bit into the muffin in front of her as her new sisters began to get served their muffins. Within a few moments a guard ran in, “Lady Hooves, you, Prince Bumble’s brides, and your other foals are to come with me.”

Derpy looked at him, “Lady Hooves?”

He bowed, “Yes ma’am. Your place in Cloudsdale Nobility has been restored.”

Derpy’s muzzle scrunched up, “Fine, Dinky, go get Amethyst and her coltfriend.”

“Actually ma’am,” the guard started before she glared at him, “No, it should be fine.”

*****Canterlot Palace - Lunar Wing - Night Court Room*****

Derpy looked on at the group of miserable looking ponies. Ponies that she’d delivered some mail to before, and none of them were ever very happy, but right now they all looked incredibly miserable. The most miserable one had his chest bandaged up, his arm in a sling, and he was refusing to look at anypony. She then watched as Bumble stepped out near them.

“The early law, not yet removed, stated that any house captured or imprisoned, by another noble house became members of the capturing house. Members of the lowest kind. As I’m sure you’ve all been made aware of I am the Armiger of the house of Hurricane,” he looked at each of them, “Which means that I invoke the power of my position as Armiger to claim all of you as members of the house of Hurricane. As such, since this is now a civil disruption between high and low members of our house I have decided on a fitting punishment.”

Gleaming Bit looked at the floor. He was obviously resided himself to death, at least it would be quick and mostly painless. But he never heard the words he expected. Instead he heard that they would be sentenced to life, working for the families their deeds had harmed the most. Those families were the Apple Clan, and the Pickled Clan. They would be forced to work for Earth Ponies.

“Wait! You can’t mean that we have to… Work with mud ponies!” Upper Crust cried, “I’m above such nonsense!”

Bumble looked at Big Mac, “Do you want to claim her?”

“Eeeyup,” he grinned.

“You know she comes with a husband,” Luna stated, “It could very well mean two potentially worthless farm hands.”

“F..FARM?!”

Upper Crust looked like she was about to pass out.

“Cousin Braeburn been talkin’ bout how they need extra ponies to help with harvest. Couple of Unicorns might help quite a bit.”

She acted like she was going to do something and then her nullifier kicked in knocking on her her rump.

“Course, Ah might mention that he let them there nullifiers stay on their horns.”

“Surely you can’t mean to send us out to… do Earth Pony work!”

Bumble looked toward the voice, “I not only mean to do it, I do it with a glad heart. Those of you who stand here today do so because you have made your fortunes from the suffering of your fellow ponies. You’ve watched them suffer and toil, and yet you did nothing to aid them. This is your chance to repay them for all you’ve done to them.”

One of the nobles pushed past the group, she fell to her knees, her eyes cast down at the floor.

“Please, I beg you, please don’t make us to do this. Don’t make me do this. The indignity, the humiliation, it’s too great for me to bare. I’ll… I’ll become your herd member. You can use me for whatever you want…”

She felt herself lifted, placed back on her hooves, and it wasn’t Bumble who looked at her, but rather it was Luna.

“You will be fine. There is no humiliation in what must come to pass. It is merely something that must happen.”

The entire ordeal didn’t last nearly as long as one would think. Once it was declared what their sentencing would be the matter was fairly well distributed. As a representative of the Apple Clan Big Mac helped decide on the groups that would be going to the various Apple Families. The rest were going to the Pickled Clan. Bumble looked at his brides as they came into the room. There was no doubt in his mind that they had heard the entire thing. That all of them were very well aware of what was going on. He looked at Pina and Pinchy, and he knew that they would be most likely on the same page as himself when it came to Gleaming Bit.

“Pina, Pinchy, these ponies are sentenced to serve the Pickled Clan, and this Pony is Gleaming Bit. How do you feel about him and his wife going to help your mom on the vineyard?”

Pina walked toward him, grabbing him by his jaw, forcing him to open his mouth, making a show of checking his teeth, his gums, and then checking his legs. She snorted.

“He’s going to need to go on a diet, doubt that he’s going to be able to carry much, Mom will have fits getting him into shape, but she won’t stop until he’s able to pull a wine wagon on his own.”

“Now see here!”

Bumble glared at him and Gleaming quickly quieted down.

“Very well. As the oldest member of the Pickled Clan, we’ll call on Barley Hopps to place the rest of them.”

“Beloved, do you think it wise? Barley Hopps is quite old.”

Bumble looked toward Twilight who nodded, “Yes, I believe that Barley will make certain that these ponies go on to help those in the Pickled Clan who need them the most.”

She nodded, “Very well Beloved. I just know that it is likely that he will send over half of them to the Shetland Isles.”

At that several of the former nobles passed out.

*****House of Nobles*****

Twilight Velvet stood before the collection of nobility left. The House of Clover, the House of Dusk, and the House of Wishes were the three most progressive houses out of the full nobility, and currently they were the only part of the still existing nobility that was willing to step forward and take the reigns and attempt to fix things.

“We need a vote. There’s so much that has to be fixed, and no one is going to abstain from this. So, instead of simply going through each issue that has been trumped up over the last several generations, I make a motion to re-evaluate all of Equestria - and her protectorates - laws. As we go through we fix what was obviously put in place to give more power to the nobility, and take that power from the common pony. Those in favor?”

To her surprise more than the three normally progressive houses raised their hands. Actually, all but one did.

“Opposed?”

The one raised their hands.

“Very well, Ladies and Gentlestallions, this will not be an easy task. For that reason I believe that we may need some outside help. I’ve contacted a few of the lawyers the nobility keeps on retainer. They’re going to help cover the gaps we can’t get to.”

Somepony stood, “What about our positions?”

She looked at him, “What do you mean?”

The older mare sighed, “We both know what I mean. We’re nobility. We’ve become accustomed to a certain level of life, of living. What happens to our positions? What becomes of us?”

Twilight Velvet grinned, “We learn to live without a few creature comforts. It will take some getting used to, but in order to make Equestria better, to give everypony a chance, I think it’s worth it. No, I know it’s worth it. We’re not talking about a band-aid, or some quick fix. We’re going to be repairing a lot of damage. Tons of damage, and to be honest, each and everyone of our houses had some to do with it. Either from direct influence, or abstaining from voting. Gleaming, and the others called out, they, and their ancestors, were most responsible. It’s up to us to make up for it.”

*****Canterlot Palace - Kitchen*****

Applejack heard what happened, and she personally agreed with Princess Luna. More than likely both of those Unicorns were going to be about as worthless as a weasel guarding a hen house. But it would be a good deal of fun to watch them try to work. As it was, she was getting some much needed food prepared for the wedding. Since it was going to happen, and since Twilight helped guide Bumble into getting it changed from an attack on a noble house to a dispute between house members.

She didn’t know exactly what it meant, but if it was anything like Clan politics then it meant it went from two of the big Clans being angry at each other to them letting it get settled between two of their foals. It wasn’t that common anymore, but there was more than a few members of the Apple Family in the Pickled Clan, and vise versa. Sometimes those old insults just ended up hanging around. Nothing cured those up faster than a good hard rut.

She laughed at the idea of some of the Canterlot Nobility having to deal with things the way the Clans had set down. She could see some of those Snooty Noble Mares, mouths hanging open, eyes wide, taking a right good dicking up the tailhole. It was one of the reasons why the clans were so big. Settling things like that tended to make things a might easier. She pulled away from her thoughts, looked at the Apple Family treats she had already made, and then she looked at what was Bumble’s favorite meal.

She wasn’t sure why she expected something different, maybe because even though he acted like an Earth Pony Bumble was a Unicorn. Instead of something fancy Bumble’s favorite food was just a Hayburger, Fries, and a shake. It would be insanely easy to make. She knew that most likely he liked them from the Hayburger, and they could certainly have the Hayburger cater. She’d met a younger Zebra stallion working at the local Hayburger. He was a little off, but he was friendly, and he certainly told her about how good their burgers, shakes, fries, and everything else they had was.

She considered a bit more. She didn’t have a problem making the burgers by hand, but then again, why not let Bumble have the wedding meal he wanted. And besides, she figured that it would be a good way to see if the nobility could handle things that weren’t all that noble. With that, she got one of Princess Celestia’s assistants and made her way toward the Hayburger.

Applejack was find with the walking they were doing, but she noticed that the Unicorn mare behind her was huffing and puffing quite a bit. She supposed that everypony had different skill sets, but at the same time it seemed a little sad that this mare wasn’t able to a little walk that was maybe about half the distance from Sweet Apple Acres to Ponyville. And that trip was just twelve miles. Still, the moment the stepped into the Hayburger she saw the Zebra stallion.

“Welcome to the Hayburger, home of the Hayburger, can I take your order?”

She smiled and walked toward the counter, “Yes, actually is yer manager here?”

He rubbed his chin, “Actually, Mr. Tasty is out. But I’m the shift leader,” he held up the shiny gold plated name badge, “See? So Maybe I can help.”

She smiled, “Ah think so. We want ta hire the Hayburger to cater for the Royal Wedding.”

“Okay,” he said.

“We need enough hayburgers with cheese, haybacon hayburgers with cheese, and fries for a lot of ponies.”

“So, like ten?”

She smiled, “More.”

“Fifteen?”

The assistant finally caught her breath, “Well over three thousand.”

“Woah, that’s a lot of good hayburgers. Like, sure I can totally do that. Do you want them delivered or…”

Applejack smiled, “We’d actually like for yer crew ta cook them at the palace.”

“They got a Hayburger at the palace?”

A plump Earth Pony walked in and saw the two ponies talking to his employee.

“Ummmm… Can I help?”

“Oh Mr. Tasty, these two ladies want to hire us to cook for the Royal Wedding, They said they’re going to need like three thousand good hayburgers, fries, and well pretty much everything. I guess they got a Hayburger in the Palace somewhere.”

The caramel colored Earth Pony stallion looked at them. He ran his hand through his strawberry blond mane. His blue striped shirt sporting several grease spots, and his dark blue jeans were caked with salt from his sweat and from the salting the fries got. He looked at them both for a moment and smiled.

“Are you two serious?”

Applejack nodded, “Eeeyup. Ah’ve been hired ta do the catering, and the Prince Consort, well, he kinda likes this place. Figure that he’d like ta have ya’ll do the meal cooking.”

He stuck his hand out, “Okay, when do you need us?”

Applejack grinned, “Well, the wedding is tomorrow.”

His eyes bugged out, “Okay, we can do this… Ummm… We need to close the restaurant early tonight, and then we need to check the kitchens. I’m sure they’re nice, but things have to be just right for a perfect Hayburger. Does the kitchen have an industrial fryer?”

The Unicorn mare smiled, “There is one, but it’s never been used. I’m afraid the chefs believe that frying is too common for the Princesses.”

Mr Tasty rolled his hazel colored eyes, “Okay, so it needs to be scrubbed. Ed, can you do that?”

Applejack looked at them a little confused, “What kind of a name is Ed?”

Ed grinned, “My name is Mzuri Mpishi, but it’s a mouthful, and if a pony’s going to have a mouthful I’d rather it be from a good hayburger. So, I told Mr. Tasty to just call me Ed. I like the sound of it. Ed.”

Applejack looked at him for a moment and then nodded, “Okay, Ed. So, y’all won’t mind closing up fer tomorrow right?”

Mr. Tasty nodded, “It won’t be a problem. This… I never dreamed that I’d get a chance to cater for any kind of Royal event, let alone a Royal Wedding! Oh! Rolling, do you mind to contact our supplier? Let them know that we need triple our normal order, by tomorrow morning, and not another second later.”

A young Earth Pony stallion nodded, “Sure thing Mr. Tasty, Ummm… Delivered here or…”

“Have them deliver it to the Royal Kitchen. We need buns, minced hay, Haybacon, Fries, Oh, I want the fixing for Apploosian chili, and lastly I want them to make sure to bring the right Ice Cream!”

“Yes sir Mr. Tasty sir!”

With that Rolling took off out of the store.

“We sure are glad that ya’re taking this upon yourself Mr. Tasty,” Applejack said.

“It’s not a problem! Why, when word gets out that our Hayburger actually catered a Royal Wedding, our business will triple!”

*****Canterlot Boutique - Lobby*****

Sassy Saddles was used to a wide range of clientele, but when Rarity told her that the entire shop needed to closed to all but a select few customers she wasn’t sure what she expected. The Royal Herd, as they were being called in the more trashy tabloids, was standing in the lobby, and she was a bit frazzled on what to do. Thankfully backup, in the form of Coco Pommel happened to be here. Thanks to a favor done for Rarity.

Coco was currently taking measurements from everypony, Rarity was already working on the designs, and Sassy, well she was trying to manage it all as flawlessly as possible. Of course since nopony seemed to mind to be nude, that was the state they currently were in. Sassy quickly realized something. There was a reason why Luna and Celestia were considered goddesses.

Their bodies were a sense of perfection that no mare could ever hope to come close to having. Celestia’s breasts were large, easily cantaloupe sized, yet they disobeyed the simple laws of physics. They were, she dared say, perky. Sassy liked stallions. She loved the way they felt, the way they smelled, how they made her feel, and she loved being with them, but a single look at both of the Royal Sisters, nude as they were, was enough to make her consider the idea of munching on a mare muffin.

She moved from them, continuing to be the manager that Rarity hired, giving them everything they needed, seeing that they were comfortable, and then she saw the Prince Consort. She winced slightly at the sight of his cock. There was a time that she dated an Earth Pony, wonderful stallion, very well endowed, and the Prince Consort made him look like a little colt. She couldn’t help but stare at it, at the size of it, and while she wondered how a mare could handle a cock that size going into her, well.. She felt a little more turned on.

Visions of possibly trying him out, just the tip, and just barely, letting it enter her. She shook her head, getting those visions out of her mind. She was not looking for a mate at the moment. Besides, even if she was interested in him it wasn’t like she would be able to join their herd. And she wasn’t really a mare that liked the idea of sharing her stallion. No, she was too much of a romantic for that.

“Sassy, would you mind to get get everypony some more tea?” Coco asked, “Also, would you check to see if Rarity is ready for the next pony?”

Sassy nodded, walked toward the sewing room, and opened it to find Rarity bend over her table. Behind her was Celestia’s adopted son, Spike, pounding away at her. He was larger than he looked before. His clawed hand was over her mouth, keeping her from crying out, and from what she could tell he was going all out on her. She quickly closed the door, walked toward the small kitchen, found the teapot she enchanted, and began making some wonderful Canterlot Blend Tea.

Once that was done she brought out the tray, the cups, and she kept from thinking about her employer, her hands flat on the table, the large Drake behind her ravishing her, and how her employer looked as though she was going to simply orgasm right there. She passed out the cups, finishing two cups with Coco and herself.

“What did Rarity say?”

Sassy cleared her throat, “She’s busy at the moment.”

“Busy?! She should be finished with Spike’s tux already!”

Sassy swallowed a bit of her tea, “Just a few finishing touches. I’m sure she’ll be out in a bit. It’s warm in here? Don’t you feel warm?”

Coco looked at the other mare, “Not really.”

Sassy breathed out, collected herself, and fixed her clothes. She gave a slight smile and her attention went to the door she had opened only moments before. She saw Rarity stepping out. Her employer looked a little flushed, but she was in good spirits. Sassy knew exactly why she was in such good spirits. If she got the kind of dicking that Rarity had gotten she would certainly be on top of the world as well.

As it was Rarity walked toward the Princesses, conversed with them for a moment, and then invited them back toward her sewing/creation room. Sassy took a moment to study Spike. He was back to his normal size. Before he was easily as tall as Celestia, and he looked powerful. Just because of the differences in size alone Rarity had looked almost like a filly that he was rutting. She did take note of his tux. Despite what they did it was flawless. Rarity had created something incredibly special with it.

Coco watched the dragon. She liked Spike, well enough, but she knew the scent of a freshening up spell when she smelled one. It would replace soap and water in a pinch, and it would allow the pony, or apparently dragon, in question to put on a new suit of clothes without ruining them. The only reason to use such a spell would be if Spike came in dirty, but he didn’t She had smelled Rarity’s own Jasmine soap on him. Her eyes widened. She knew that the two of them were dating, well more like engaged, but to do that where she was working on their clothes was so scandalous!

She giggled a bit, and walked toward the sewing room.

“Rarity, would you like me to get started on the Bridesmare’s dresses?” Coco asked.

“Oh, if you don’t mind Coco, that would be a much needed help! I simply don’t know what I would have done if you couldn’t have made it darling!”

Coco smiled, “It’s fine Rarity.”

*****Canterlot - Palace Gardens*****

“I don’t know.”

Fluttershy looked at Discord as he studied the area. There was dozens of statues, and to be honest she felt like Princess Celestia was being just a little mean asking Discord to help set up the reception in the gardens. Not because the gardens weren’t beautiful, but rather because he had been trapped in stone here. In fact where they were standing was where his statue had been, but Discord didn’t seem to be overly bothered.

“That maze throws the entire thing off. It’s fits too… perfectly.”

She leaned against him, enjoying the feeling of being close, “Well, I suppose we could move the maze, or maybe hold the reception in the middle.”

She was kidding of course. Who would want to try to find the reception. Instead Discord’s grin grew, “Yes, yes that would be perfect! We could have the music going, they’d have to walk through the maze, and we could even make it so that it changed every so often! I love it!”

She knew it was him being himself, and obviously that was what Princess Celestia wanted when she asked him to help oversee the reception. She remembered the first time that Discord had attended the Grand Galloping Gala, and Twilight had filled her in on how Princess Celestia invited him so that it wouldn’t be boring. Obviously she didn’t want their reception to be boring either, but at the same time she hated the idea of making anypony get lost.

“Maybe we can make it so that if they follow the music they’ll find their way?”

Discord grinned, “Of course. A little harmony would be fine, but let’s see what I can do!”

With that he began snapping his talons, changing reality, at least with the hedge maze, to fit what he wanted. If she was going to be honest with herself, it was actually something of a turn on watching him. Discord was so outgoing, so random, and yet he could be so soft and caring. He was the best of both worlds, and she loved that. She watched as his magic worked on the maze.

“What about music?” she asked.

He rubbed his chin and thought for a moment. A smile crossed his face and he snapped his talons again. This time two mares that Fluttershy knew from Ponyville appeared. Both mares were currently in a very, revealing position. The gray Earth Pony mare looked around, realizing that she was nude, in a garden, and uncertain of what was going on. The other mare was a white Unicorn. Beside her was a huge box with multiple speakers made into it.

“Vinyl, exactly how much the cannabis did you mix into our brownies?”

The Unicorn shrugged, “Tavi, I don’t know, but if it’s the cannabis, then Neon gave me some good stuff,” she looked around, “Woah, Tavi, we’ve got folks watching. Want to give them a show?”

The Earth Pony froze, “N..NO! Oh Sweet Celestia, what is going on?!”

Discord smiled at them, “Royal Wedding tomorrow, We’d like the two of you to do it. Since you managed to do so well for that one in Ponyville.”

Octavia looked at him, “You mean Cranky and Matilda's Wedding? It was a decent performance, but there was several ponies that said they felt we were pandering.”

“Naw, it was all good Tavi! We totally rocked that place. Sure, we can do the wedding. Like is it here?”

Fluttershy looked at them, “Ummm… It’s going to be in the palace.”

“Cool, hey, while we’re here let’s go meet up with Neon Lights. He can let us crash at his pad tonight!”

“Vinyl, I’m, well bloody well look at me. I’m not decent!”

Vinyl grinned, “Sure you are, besides, didn’t you talk about bringing a stallion in? I know that Neon would be up for it.”

Octavia stood, following Vinyl out of the garden, “I didn’t meant we need to have a threesome tonight!”

*****Canterlot Palace - Main Hall*****

Button Mash adjusted his tie for the second time. It was a little uncommon, but Bumble had a few Groomstallions, and of course his Bestdrake. Button didn’t blame him for giving that honor to Spike. Spike had become a good friend while Twilight, well Princess Twilight, was teaching Bumble. He smiled at Sweetie Belle. His mare… no, his fiancee, was sitting near her sister. Of course there was the little fact that she was going to have his foal that they still needed to tell her parents, and her sister, before too long.

He knew his mom would be fine with it. Love Tap had said several times that she wanted to hear the sound of little hooves running around again. Beside him he saw the new friend Bumble had made up here. The unicorn gave him a grin.

“Going to be a bloody mess, but should be fun.”

Button looked at him, “What do you mean?”

Whet grinned, “Only that my mate up there is marrying more mares than there is days of the week, and he’s just one bloke. Magic cock or not, Bumble’s gonna be a tired lad.”

Button grinned, “No kidding. Sweetie Belle wears me out.”

He pointed toward her.

“Oi, nice going mate. She’s a right keeper. There’s my mare,” he said pointing toward Amethyst.

“You’re dating Bumble’s older sister?”

He nodded.

“Wow, and Derpy hasn’t taught you to fly yet?”

He grinned, “Not yet, but she did tell me that if her little muffin ever cries over me she’ll teach me to fly and explain why I did such a dickish thing.”

Button shook his head, “Wow, just wow… I’m a little surprised.”

Sweetie Belle watched her stallion talking to another Groomstallion. She looked to see Applebloom and Scootaloo walking toward her. She also noticed that Scootaloo had her coltfriend. She grinned as Pip took a seat next to Scoots.

“How’s the weather patrol?”

Scootaloo stretched and yawned, “Hard work, but it’s not too bad. Plus, being able to fly is nice. Makes the work a little easier.”

“Figure that it does… Ya know, Ah plumb figure Ah missed out on somethin’ special.”

Sweetie looked at Applebloom, “Didn’t make that move when you were showing him where the poison joke was huh?”

Applebloom nodded, “Yeah, Ah wasn’t sure if’n Ah really wanted a relationship yet. Now that Ah see all of those happy mares, well, Ah gotta think that Ah missed out.”

Scootaloo shook her head, “Naw, the right one hasn’t come by yet. Sides’ we both know that you’re gonna find a kickass coltfriend, just like we did.”

Applebloom sighed, “Be honest, Ah think Ah’d kinda like ta herd. Makes a lotta sense, and ‘sides, be kind of fun ta plan a little mischief with somepony that’s kinda like a sister, ya know?”

Scoot’s eyes brightened, “Actually, Applebloom, Pip and I have been wanting to talk to you about something.”

The sound of a cello being played while a DJ mixed the sound to give it something special echoed through the hall. Bumble, who had been standing near Princess Cadence, looked to see his mares, all of them, heading toward him. All of them were dressed in white dresses, each dress featured a sapphire that was located right at the cusp of their bosoms. Bumble watched as his mares neared him. All of them, Celestia, Luna, Honeypot, Pina, Pinchy, Bagatelle, Pavi, Aryanne, Cumulus, Moonglow, Flagrante, and Majira were walking toward him, and they were being escorted by his mother, Dinky, Berry, and all of Honeypot’s parents.

Cadence smiled as she looked at the group before her, “Love is something to be treasured, to be worked on, and most importantly to be held up at all costs. Love can be a terrifying thing. If left unchecked, if let to run wild, it can eat everything important in a pony’s life, but if it is worked on, given the attention it needs, and shared, that love can grow to become a beautiful thing.”

She swept her hands in front of her, gesturing toward the group standing there, “What I see here is ponies who have done just that. They’ve taken their love, and they’ve made something wonderful from it,” she giggled, “As a Princess I’m used to gilding the lily when speaking. But this is too important of a day, and too special of an occasion to cheapen with heavy handed words. Instead, I want us to look at one another. All of us that are here have in some way been touched by those who stand together in a declaration of their love. I ask that we observe this wonderful moment for what it is.”

She grinned, “And so, I ask the groom, Bumble Silent Hooves, do you take these mares as your lawfully wedded brides? Do you promise to be loyal to them, to help them, to serve and be served by them, and lastly do you promise to be the kind of pony they deserve?”

Bumble smiled, “I do.”

She looked toward the group, “Do you… Wow, we’re just going to stick with first names, Honepot, Celestia, Luna, Bagatelle, Pina, Berry, Majira, Moonglow, Flagrante, Cumulus, Luciana, and Aryanne promise to love Bumble, to be faithful to him, to help him, raise him up, protect him as he would you, to be the kind of wives he deserves, and the mothers to his foals that his foals deserve?”

There was a nearly uniformed I do from the group standing there.

“Then, by the power entitled to me, I now pronounce you Stallion and Herd. You may kiss your stallion.”

Bumble felt all of them rush him, and he felt their lips on his cheeks, his own lips, and damned near everywhere else. Slowly the wedding began to move toward the gardens and everypony could smell the various treats, and food, but the entire garden had been transformed into a giant hedge maze. The music playing was coming from the center, and Bumble began to follow the sound. It took a little while, in truth about thirty minutes to make it to the center. There in the middle was the single biggest cake that Bumble had ever seen. It easily stood at least two heads taller than Celestia. Each tier looked more than amazing. Their cutie marks were lovingly sculpted into each layer, The icing behind their cutie marks matched their coats. Celestia’s was white, Bumble, Honeypot, and Pavi all three had slightly different shades of gray, Moonglow’s was a cobalt blue, Aryanne’s was like Celestia, Luna’s was a rich violet and royal blue,Majira’s was stripped, Cumulus’ was a sun colored yellow, Pina’s was a dark pink swirled with mulberry, Pinchy’s was more of a light pink with mulberry, Bagatelle’s was a silvery color with a cobalt swirl, and lastly Flagrante’s was a creamy caramel.

And resting on dozens of tables was platters full of hayburgers, fries, and all kinds of Apple family treats.

“Welcome to the wedding reception, housted by the Hayburger, home of the hayburger, can I take your order?” the young Zebra stallion with the dreadlocks asked.

“You’re getting to do the reception?!” Bumble asked.

“Yeah, like this mare came and asked if we could shut the restaurant down to do this, and so we did. Wow… There’s a bunch of ponies.”

Bumble looked behind him to see the ponies spilling into the center of the maze. He had noticed how full the hall was, but he had no idea there was this many ponies. He breathed out, not wanting to have a panic attack. There was so many ponies, and he felt a little over whelmed, at least he did until he felt his mares closing in around him. Pina’s wonderfully large breasts pressed against his back. She leaned forward and kissed his neck.

“It’s okay, we’re not going to let the crowd get to you.”

He saw Berry Punch not too far from them. She had Gleaming Bit and his wife Posh Propers with her. Both of them were struggling with a single barrel of Berry’s wine. Berry herself was carrying one on each shoulder. She groaned as she sat it down, and then she smiled at the entire herd.

Berry walked toward them, stopped, and looked at her two helpers.

“Okay, get that last barrel over here, tap them, and then take a break.”

Both of them looked surprised, “But, don’t you want to work us to death?”

Berry rolled her eyes, “Work you to death? Luna’s sweet snatch, what’s wrong with you? What good is it to have helpers if you’re working them to death? I just expect you to do a fair day’s work.”

Gleaming looked at the ground, the defeated look never leaving him, but he did look relieved, “Thank you ma’am.”

She rolled her eyes, “Uh huh. Look the sooner you both get those sticks out of your plot holes the sooner you’re start to enjoy life. Tartarus, maybe you’ll lay the dick to that mare of yours. She’s acting like she ain’t had a good ruttin in a while.”

“I..I…” Posh stuttered.

Berry giggled, “Honey, we’re all ponies, and having good time and getting some good dick is just part of it. Now, finish up, enjoy some wine, and then go find a nice quiet corner and rut each other silly.”

With that she walked toward the herd her daughters were a part of. She grinned at them as she neared the group.

“Girls, all of you, tonight, and tonight only, you’re all old enough to enjoy some wine. If you’re pregnant it’s still early enough that it shouldn’t hurt, just don’t over do it. And Bumble, I’d suggest that you have a couple of glasses. You look like you’re about to freak out, and nopony needs that. Now come on over here and have a sit down with your fam

The reception was both something that was considered perhaps the best reception of the modern age, and also one of the most common. Even Blueblood ate some of the food he had considered beneath him, and he committed that it was actually tasty. Slowly the reception began to slowly end, but as one last gesture Rainbow Dash took to the air, and pulled off a Sonic Rainboom in honor of the wedding that had occurred. Although Twilight and Big Mac both agreed that she most likely did it because she wanted to show off.

Applejack, Princess Cadence, and Shining Armor all three were challenged by Berry Punch to a drinking contest. Let it be known that Alicorns are indeed amazing creatures, but nopony has the built up tolerance of a Sheltlander Earth Pony. Berry out drank the three of them. Cadence, in a less than fully rational mind, thought that she’d help Applejack get home, and performed a drunken long distance teleport on her, Shining Armor, and Applejack.

There were rumors floating around about the sounds of Cadence and Applejack crying out in ecstasy at the Apple family farm in their barn.

As things began to end the newly married herd headed toward the home they were using. Walking up stairs everypony began to undress. Bumble looked at his mares, how beautiful they were, and he knew that this night would be a night of boundless pleasures. He felt Honeypot move toward him, she brought him to the bed. She laid him down, and she looked at her fellow sister wives.

“Tonight is all about you. We decided that earlier.”

He felt somepony kissing his cock and looked to see Pavi. She grinned at him before she took the massive cock into her mouth. He looked to his side and saw Aryanne lying down, her legs spread, Luna between her legs with a strapon buried in her wanting snatch. Celestia straddled her muzzle and he heard Aryanne moan as she began to eat out the solar princess. Luna and Celestia shared a very passionate kiss.

He felt Pina at his side, his hand on one of her wonderful breasts, and he couldn’t help but look to see Majira between Pina’s legs. Her muzzle deep in Pina’s pussy. Behind Majira Pinchy was wearing another strapon, she had it planted inside of Majira’s wonderful snatch. His Zebra bride was making the most wonderful sounds. Her creamy jade eyes were barely open as she ate Pina out.

Moonglow was currently on his other side, she had his hand against her pussy, and he could feel the heat rolling off of it. He slipped a finger into her, and she let out a moan. Honeypot kissed him, and behind her Cumulus was suckling her clit. Behind Cumulus Bagatelle was gently eating her sister wife out as she did the same for Honeypot. He could feel Honeypot’s moan, her wonderful taste filling his mouth. He heard somepony and looked to see Flagrante at the end of the bed, behind Pavi, and he watched as she got down on her knees, she leaned forward, lifting Pavi’s tail, and he could hear the sounds of her licking Pavi’s tailhole. Pavi in turn began to suckle harder on his cock.

Slowly positions were changed, and every single mare got to have Bumble in her their snatch, then another round happened and they had him in their tailholes. For Pavi, she was at the end of the first, since she had not yet gotten the rest of the potion, and instead she got to have a slightly longer time of having her tailhole filled.

The night lasted for quite some time, and when everypony was sated, the herd slept together, a feeling of love and safety surrounded them. For all of them it was the end of a their first night as a truly married herd. It was also the first night with the stallion they loved so dearly.

For two specifically it was something else that was just as special. It was the beginning of a marriage that wasn’t held for political reasons. It was a marriage done out of love, and both of them had hopes that they could savor every last moment of it.

Author's Note

(AN: Wow, so there it is. I decided to shorten the last chapter a little. Honestly, there's going to be more added to the sequel, and yes, there will be an official sequel coming out. I want to thank everybody for reading. Expect one more bonus scene as thank you to all of you that's followed along, liked, and favored this. All of you are Awesome!

RJP)

Bonus Scene # 1, Diamond's Frustration

Bumbling through my Education

Bonus Scene # 1

Diamond's Frustration

Diamond Tiara looked at the package from Bad Gryphon. Her mouth practically watered as she opened it to reveal the massive stress reliever inside.

She slowly took it out, feeling the weight of it, and her mind went back to their school. She breathed out, thinking about the brother of Dinky Hooves. He was a geek, a nerd, and while she didn't pick on anypony anymore it wasn't like she was going to associate with him.

Feeling this... She wished that she had changed her mind. She leaned back, closed her eyes, and felt it touch her lips.

"Bumble.." she moaned as she let it enter slightly. Her tongue touched it, feeling the warmth and softness of it. She opened her mouth wide, feeling it pass her lips.

He was so big, Celestia so big, and she didn't dare take him too deep. She hoped he'd understand, just a little, just the tip.

Her right hand moved toward her now soaked panties, she touched herself, feeling her need, and she pushed them to the side. She felt her clit, rubbed it, pinched it, and then he left her mouth. She wanted him back she whimpered, and then she felt him at her entrance.

"Please... Be gentle."

He was gentlestallion, pushing in slowly, opening her up, and she nickered as he pushed deeper into her. Her free hand pulled her top up, exposing her breasts to him. She wasn't like Sweetie Belle, her breasts weren't nearly as big, but they were well defined.

"Oh... buck... Buck... Buck me... BUMBLE BUCK ME!!!!"

She felt him push completely into her, no longer settled with barely entering her, and her back arched lifting her hips off of the bed. He was so thick, so huge, he filled her to capacity.

Celestia, she was his whorse. He said the word she'd drop what she was doing, and if she was wearing pants she drop those, bend over, and take him like a real mare would.

She didn't hear the door open, she didn't hear her mother gasp, but she did hear her name being shouted. Her eyes opened, and she saw her mother, standing there, arms crossed, eyebrow's arched.

"Diamond Tiara! How dare you take my packages!"

Behind Spoiled a maid gently touched her shoulder.

"What is it?!"

The maid bowed her head, "Ma'am, this just arrived for you."

Spoiled looked at the package, realizing that this was her order from Bad Gryphon. She swallowed, looked at her daughter, and then looked away.

"We... We shall not speak of this... I'm sorry."

With that she left her daughter with the false cock buried in her pussy, the near orgasm simply gone, and Diamond Tiara felt more frustrated than ever...

"That's it, I'm going to that nerd school!"

Author's Note

(AN: So, this is a bonus scene. I originally considered including it somewhere in the last chapter, or in the next one, but unfortunately I just couldn't think of a way to really include it exceptionally well. That said, I thought that having this little interaction between Spoiled and Diamond Tiara would be kind of fun.)

Bonus Scene # 8 Flurry Heart and Pound Cake (Special Guest Author L0rd0f7hund3r)

Author's Note

(AN: A Very Special Thank you to L0rd0f7hund3r for doing this chapter. We got to talking about the characters, he mentioned that he wouldn't mind to do one, and well one meal from Domino's later this beauty came out. Seriously, buddy, thanks!

RJP)

Bonus Scene # 8 Flurry Heart and Pound Cake (Special Guest Author L0rd0f7hund3r)

Bumbling through my Education

Bonus Scene

Flurry Heart and Pound Cake

“Pound, I thought I taught better than this.” Cup Cake sternly admonished at her son.

The colt at least had the wherewithal to look guilty, “I’m sorry, mama…”

Mrs. Cake nodded her acknowledgement of her son’s guilt, then turned to the young princess, “Your Highness-”

“You can just call me Flurry, Mrs. Cake,” the daughter of Shining Armor and Princess Mi Amore Cadenza stated.

“Alright then, Flurry,” Mrs. Cake began, “I'm not sure what your parents taught you, but Pound was raised in the Earth pony tradition. We, Mr. Cake and I, never denied our son his Pegasus heritage. We encouraged him to fly and to practice as often as possible. We even got him a cloud bed, so he could sleep comfortably. That said, we kept him grounded to the principals our sires and dams taught us. And we Earth ponies do not fiddle around with our dates. Not unless we're sure that they're willing to commit.”

“I can understand that, Mrs. Cake,” Flurry Heart said, “I apologize if I was out of line with your son. Given how openly my parents are with showing their affection for one another, and how often that affection lead to physical intimacy, I guess I assumed that was what a filly did to attract a colt. I think I may have equated sex with showing one’s affection. I didn’t know that such a thing is treated differently in other households. I am so very sorry, Mrs. Cake. You must think me a right whorse right now.”

“Oh, no, dearie,” Mrs. Cake assured, “I think nothing of the sort. I was just trying to discern if your- involvement with my little colt was pure and not something more- lewd.”

“Oh, Celestia, mom!” Pound exclaimed, “Could you please stop talking?”

And to think this day started out so well…

Pound swerved his way through the chaos that was the Sugarcube Corner’s kitchen. Aunt Pinkie Pie was baking up a storm, so flour, sugar, syrup, and a blowtorch littered the floor; his mother would have a time getting the floor cleaned up. And with how Strawberry Cream, Pinkie and Cheese Sandwich’s foal, was rolling around in the stuff, getting all the flour from off the floor would be tantamount to impossible. Pound avoided Mother and daughter, swung his father, who was taking a fresh delivery of baking goods, zigzagged past his mother, who was taking plates back in from the seating area and skidded to a stop to avoid crashing into his sister, Pumpkin, as she burst through the kitchen’s double hinged doors with a new series of orders from customers.

Pound’s job today was to work the register. He didn’t mind doing so because he could stretch out his wings and chat up the pretty fillies in town. His parents shop was the go to place for the teenaged foals as an after school hang out. And he got some serious cred for being the Cube’s owner’s son. Of course, when there was a mad rush like what this afternoon was shaping up to be, being up front did have its disadvantages. Namely, irate clients, impatient clients, screaming infant foals, and the occasional monster attack that forced the shop to close up.

The tail end of the afternoon rush was finally drawing to close and the Corner had never been so busy before. Pound took a sweep of the seating area and noticed a disproportionate amount of guard figures in the shop. The last time he had seen this many guards in town was when Princess Luna held The Winter Solstice Festival here in Ponyville. The Corner quickly ran out of baked goods to sell and was sold out of coffee and hot cocoa in an hour. It was a good night for business but a horrible night for sleep. Neither he, his sister or their parents got to be bed before three in the morning.

Still, the sound of bits filling the till meant his family would be eating well and paying off all their bills on time. The tax collector had been by last week and while his parents were no longer under audit, The Cakes did need one good year to keep it that way. A few more weeks of sales like this and maybe the Cakes could take a vacation this year. Pound could only hope. He was looking forward to a week long visit to Canterlot. He would love to see Wonderbolts. The way that Scootaloo talked about them, made them sound more exciting than anything in Equestria. He would kill to see one of their shows.

Pound Cake was still dreaming of watching Rainbow Dash from the stands when a new customer came in. The shop went stone silent when this new client stepped inside. Pound awoke from his mild fantasy, he saw a very regal customer stride to the counter.

“Hello, Pound,” Princess Flurry Heart said with a smile, “how are you doing today?”

“Flurry Heart!” Pound exclaimed, “Wow, I didn’t know you were here.”

“Ugh, how dare you?!” Flurry Heart scoffed in mock outrage, “You must only refer to me as Your Highness, Your Eminence, Your Grace, or Your Liege. Anything else you call me is sacrilege.”

“Oh, please,” Pound retorted, “save the hoity toity talk for Canterlot. They’re the only ones that would take it seriously.”

The two ponies gave each a deadpan stare, neither willing to relent. Eventually, as the moment went from serious to silly, Flurry Heart started to giggle, which began to crack up Pound and the two young ponies started guffawing. The whole of the shop watched as princess and cashier roared hilariously at the inside joke.

“By Faust, Pounder,” Flurry said, after quelling the better part of her giggles, “you would make a great actor. I actually believed you!”

“You’re so much better at acting than me,” Pound retorted, “‘Oh, look at me! Imma a pretty, pretty princess! My royal scepter is crammed so far up my tail hole that it's a wonder I can even sit straight!’”

Laughing again, Flurry replied, “I’m going to get you for that one!”

Once their jovial act subsided, Pound asked, “So, what can I get you?”

“A dozen Raspberry Crystal Cupcakes, please,” Flurry said, “and a frappuccino, too.”

“You got it,” Pound assured and then to his father at the stove, “Pa, I need a hung jury on a jewelry heist and a foamy blonde, with a sprinkling of angel dandruff.”

“Comin’ up!” Mr. Cake shouted back, and soon a box of crystallized pastries with a steaming cup of caffeinated goodness arrives up front. Pumpkin is the deliverer and she gives Flurry a wink as she turns away.

With experience in the way that both of the Cakes and Pinkie Pie bake, Flurry heart sees no reason to doubt the contents of the bakery box, instead she pries the lid of her drink and inhales deeply. The soft moan she gives tells Pound that her olfactory senses have been satisfied quite well.

“How do you remember the shaved cinnamon in my frappuccino?” Flurry asks.

“Well, it’s not every day that a pretty filly comes in and asks for cinnamon in her coffee,” Pound explains, “the only other mares in town who do so are Princess Twilight and Ms. Rarity Carousel.”

“I would expect that of Twilight,” Flurry mumbles, “but Aunt Rarity does it, too?”

“Did you say something, Flurry?” Pound asks.

“Oh!” The young princess starts, “Heh-heh, sorry, just thinking aloud. So, whats the total damage?”

“Ten bits for sweets, two bits for the sugar rush,” Pound answers, “kinda late for the caffeine, though. What gives?”

“Ugh, royal conference,” Flurry Heart moans, “Aunt Celestia, Luna, and Twilight are meeting with my mother over- something or another. Tartarus if I know what it is. We’re on a lunch break right now, but it’s likely to go on well into the evening. As the junior most princess, it’s my job to act as ‘gofer’ and bring something for lunch.”

“That sucks,” Pound replies, “I guess it could be worse, though. You could be picking up after your unicorn sister who is on the verge of becoming a pack rat.”

“Uh, I heard that!” Pumpkin roars, her head popping up behind the swing doors, “by the way, little bro, you have close up duty. Just FYI.”

“Little? LITTLE?! We’re only a few minutes apart, you daft, dozy-”

“Pound Cake, if you even think of finishing that sentence…”

Pound immediately stops his diatribe; his sister sticks out her tongue in a childish display and disappears into the kitchen again.

“Horsefeathers,” Pound growled.

“What’s wrong?” Flurry asked.

“I gotta stay and close up the shop,” Pound expounded, “which means i have clean up the store, restock our supplies and inventory, count up the till and add factor it into the books, tidy up the kitchen and stoves, and get everything ready for tomorrow morning.”

“That’s a lot of work,” Flurry admitted, “but at least you’ll have your family to help. Right?”

“Ha, not tonight,” Pound murmured, “My sister has a recital at school, so my mom and pop are going there. I’ll be here, like I have for the last three days, holding the fort.”

“Oh,” Flurry said, “that- that sounds horrible.”

“It is,” Pound replied, “my social life for the past week has gone down the drain.”

Flurry looks upon Pound for a moment, her mind a whirligig of devilish plotting. She has been nursing a longing for the young baker’s son for as long as she’s known him but her home in the Crystal Empire meant she couldn’t fully pursue him the way she wanted. Given how droll the proceedings of the Princess Council that she had to sit on, Flurry had an idea, a very erotic idea, of how to make Pound Cake’s night and get her freak on as well.

“I wish you luck,” FLurry said, “now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a delivery to make. Caio!”

“Later, gater,” Pound said, watching the princess exit the shop, “I hate to see her go but I love to watch her leave.”

“If she hears you say that, she might just slap you,” Pumpkin says, startling Pound from his vigil, “I know I would.”

“Pumpkin,” Mr. Cake says as he appears by the hinged doors, “quit bothering your brother. He doesn’t irk you when that Rumble and he’s older than you.”

“Sorry, Daddy,” Pumpkin sings, then to Pound, “good luck tonight, ‘Pounder.’”

“Ugh, disgusting!” Pound groans as he exits the little colts room, “how can anypony evacuate so much from eating so little?! I gotta ask Mama to ban Button mash from here. That toilet was a pig sty!”

Pound trudged from the bathroom towards the supply closet. Once there, he deposited the mop, bucket, rubber gloves and bleach needed to clean up the offal that was left behind. He left the supply closet for the employee bathroom to clean his olfactory nerves with the sagebrush candle there and wash his hands. With his hands and nostrils clean, he set about doing the last task of the night: counting the till.

He popped open the register, noting the almost overflowing amount of bits therein, and proceeded to open up the ledger underneath the counter and sort the bits into bags. These bags would then go to the First Equestrian Bank of Ponyville, where they would counted again and deposited into the Cakes bank account. The task was mind numbing, sorting the bits into stacks of ten and adding them up for input into the family business ledger. At least it beat unplugging toilets.

Halfway through his tally, the bell over the front door rings. Pound silently curses himself, thinking that he forgot to lock the front door. He did remember to flip the open sign to closed, but he’s unsure if he locked the door or not. Wait, that’s just silly, he thinks to himself, I locked the door before I flipped the sign. His eyes wander to the door up front and mind shuts down. Standing in the light of the evening sun is Flurry Heart. Where earlier in the day she was wearing her royal regalia (petryal, crown, princess shoes, and dangling crystal earrings) along with the lofty pink gown that was standard issue with the princesses, it seemed. Now, now she was wearing a chiffon that was so sheer, he could make out the color of her nipples ( a smoky gray) and see the tuft of thick fur that covered her pubic mons.

He gapes at the princess, practically nude in the setting sun’s light, and then notices she looks taller. As his eyes peer down her body, he sees that her hooves are wedged into a decadently high pair of stiletto shoes. How her frogs aren’t killing her is something Pound can’t even guess. And the nude stockings she has on are only making the throbbing in Pound’s crotch that much more painful. She wears nothing else, not even her crown.

“Hi,” Flurry says, “did I come at a bad time?”

“Uh, maybe?” Pound says dumbly, “Luna’s Sweet Snatch, Flurry, what are you-?”

“Oh, this?” Flurry responds, twirling a little to give Pound a little more of a show, “nights can get so warm here in Ponyville and since the conference broke up for the day, I thought I might come over here and have a sleep over.”

The devilish grin on her muzzle deepens when she sees the blush brighten on Pound’s face.

“Uh,” is all that Pound can find in mind to say. The vision before him is like nothing he expected to see, not in his teen years anyway.

Flurry, as if on cue, starts to strut, yes strut, her way towards an agog Pound. She knows, judging by how fidgety Pound is getting, that her form is shifting and bouncing in all the right places. She had been an early bloomer from the word go; she was the first in her class to go into estrus (only nine years old!) and she was the first in her class to grow teats (only a year later.) The shoes she wears are giving her legs even more definition, and she has been practicing lifting her tail like Fleur De Lis for the last six months in secret.

When she reaches the counter, she leans down, the chiffon falling off her bust a ways, revealing a valley of young, pert cleavage; she is no more than a horn length away from Pound’s head and she can feel his warm breath on her face. She lids her eyes in a sultry way which garners even more attention from the almost catatonic colt.

“I was wondering,” Flurry says in the most seductive voice she can manage, “if I can sleep in your bed tonight. If we having a sleepover, then I want to know a big, strong colt like yourself will keep me warm.”

Pound doesn’t trust himself enough to speak so he nods dimly. This brightens the mischievous grin Flurry has and she leans forward; her lips capture Pound’s and she hums in delight. His lips taste a bit like red velvet cake and she can feel the wetness of her marehood leaking out down her legs. She hopes that Pound doesn’t see it. Already, she feels that Pound has caught onto her musk because she can see his pupils dilating to the point where he has no irises at all. Hook, line, and sinker!

Her lips parts and her tongue departs to separate Pound’s orifice; he obliges willingly enough and then the pair are engaged in a dominance game. It is a game that Flurry easily wins. When they separate for air, a flush rises over Pound’s neck, chest, and arms. His wings have also sprung out erect; his breath is coming out shallow and ragged, like he’s been flying at high altitude for hours.

Flurry, knowing full well and good what state Pound is in now, leans right next to one of his ears and whispers, “Upstairs, now.”

The pair quickly rush up the steps towards the Cake’s living quarters. If either had known that Pinkie was home, they probably wouldn’t have bothered to thunder through the house like that, but they had, causing a minor quake to happen in Pinkie’s loft. (More on that later.) By the time they reach Pound’s bedroom, Pound is mostly nude, with naught but a pair of briefs on him. Flurry has shed her outfit and stands in front of her target with fully erect nipples and a labia that is puffy with need.

“Flurry,” Pound moans, “I don’t know if we should do this…”

“It’ll be fine, Pounder,” Flurry assures, drawing close enough to him that her teats are level with his eyes, “I’ve already gone through estrus for the season and Mom taught me a few contraceptive spells, just in case.”

“That’s well and good and all,” Pound whimpers, “but I haven’t ever done this before.”

“That’s okay,” Flurry whispers, going to her knees between Pounds thighs, “it’ll be my first time, too. Now, hold still.”

Pound does as instructed only to receive a shock when Flurry fishes his stallionhood from his underwear. She stares at it avidly, lovingly stroking the shaft while admiring it’s features.

“A little longer and thicker than my Dad’s,” Flurry comments, “and so warm! Oh, I can’t wait to put this inside me.”

“Flurry…” Pound whines again, writhing under her ministrations.

“It’s okay, I’m just going to pump you for a bit to get you primed,” Flurry explains, licking her lips, “then we go onto the main course.”

She strokes his shaft, teasing him with licks here and there along his length and occasionally using her teats to illicit a breathy moan from the colt. Her loins burn with want, with need, but she paces herself, getting her once and future coltfriend as erect as possible. Give his already aroused state, it doesn’t take much to get him steel hard. Flurry is on another plane, as well, her heart thumping against her rib cage in nervous anticipation.

She sits astride Pounds thighs as she gently guides down to his back; she hasn’t even considered to remove his underwear, her need is so great. She sidles up to his crotch, the turgid pride standing fully erect now and she leans down to kiss it. This sends shudders through Pound and he moans in pleasure. Flurry figures it’s now or never to get this other with, so she begins to lift a leg to over Pounds sizable stallionhood. Her arousal is such that she doesn’t hear the sound of the door crash open, she doesn’t hear the pounding hoofsteps marching through the living room or the second resounding crash the flings Pound’s bedroom door open. She does hear the collective gasp behind them, though.

“POUND CAKE! PRINCESS FLURRY HEART! WHAT IN THE NAME OF FAUST ARE TWO DOING!”

Now back to the present. It seems the stomping of Furry and Pound’s hooves resulted in Strawberry Cream’s soup spilling everywhere and a rather irate pink filly crying over her ruined meal. Pinke, who had another of her Pinkie Sense flashes, rushed over to deal with her upset foal, then dashed over to the Ponyville Schoolhouse to speak with Mrs. Cake. This is how Cup was able to stop her baby colt from losing his innocence (and prevent the Crystal Empire from burning Equestria to the ground.)

“I expect you two downstairs, fully dressed, in ten minutes.” Mrs. Cake announced.

“Wait, what?” Flurry exclaimed, “It took me forty minutes to get into my chiffon!”

“And it took you less than two minutes to get out of it. Ten minutes.” Mrs. Cake warned and stumped out of the room.

Bonus Scene/Chapters :Hearts and Hooves Special featuring Mr and Mrs Cake

Preparing for Hearts and Hooves Day

It was nearing the popular holiday. Cup looked over the.numbers from last year and it pointed straight toto the same answer everytime. They wouldn't be able to close shop tomorrow. Hearts and Hooves Day simply was too important to their business. It gave them the much needed breathing room they needed to get through until it was close to Hearth's Warming.

Cup sighed at that thought. While she certainly accepted that things were different she certainly longed for the time when she was able to spend all day with Carrot. It wasn't like things had gotten boring, not at all. Between the twins, Pinkie, and her daughter life wasn't boring. But it seemed like she had so much less time to be intimate with Carrot.

Little did she know that Carrot Cake was considering how he was going to give her the best Hearts and Hooves Day he possibly could.

(AN: Hi Everybody! So, I know you're looking for the bonus scene. The thing is, the scene I wrote earlier was something I wanted to kind of dedicate to my wife, so I ended up writing it as a separate story. It is technically part of the Bumble Verse, and in truth it is the first spinoff story for it. Love and Cakes is our first spinoff. If you get a chance to read it, please do.

Thanks,

RJP)