Ian wiped his brow, and put his foot to the shovel again. Digging the new cellar into the yard behind the inn had been considered expensive, until they had decided to build it themselves. Clearing away the paving stones had been simple work, as was what Ian was focused on.

The day was warm enough that he had his shirt off, and was up to his chest into the hole. When he straightened up to heave the latest load of dirt out, he found himself looking at four legs. Tilting his head, Ian saw Screech's belly—still flat—and kept going until he was looking at her eyes. The journey his sight had taken reminded him not just of their inability to get her pregnant, but also how much he adored her.

"Would my strong stallion like a drink?" Screech felt both delight at Ian's hungry look, and a pang of self-recrimination that she hadn't become pregnant yet. But she had a plan. Terror had been much easier to talk into a potion, once the monster-pony's belly was swelling.

"He certainly would. He would also like a lot more." Ian reached up and took an offered glass, brought it to his lips and drank. Pure apple juice. It was sweet as sin, and went down a lot better than any water ever would. "Thanks, love." Leaning upwards, Ian's lips met with Screech's.

Screech had wanted to keep the kiss brief, but with Ian she always found herself wanting to linger. Being careful about her fangs, she nibbled gently at his tongue. With a laugh, she finally broke the kiss. "Be ready for me, tonight. I have talked to the others, and I have you for as long as I need you."

Ian blinked in surprise. "Tonight? I'll be as ready as I can." Passing the glass back up, Ian looked over Screech, and already felt himself stirring. Her wink, and the sight of her back end as she walked away did nothing to relax Ian. "Back to digging…"

The day continued, and Ian couldn't get the thought of Screech out of his head. He climbed out of the basement, and headed into the inn to clean off. The dirt and sweat of work washed away in a shower, but as he was drying off he heard scratching at the door.

Expecting to see Snaps, Ian was surprised when Screech leaped in at him and knocked him down. She stood over Ian, eyes locked on his and licking her lips. "This is… This is really powerful stuff." The taste of the potion she had drunk still clung to her mouth: sweet. "She said with this in me, there isn't a stallion alive who couldn't get me with foal."

While Ian watched her, Screech looked to be hungrier and hungrier. She stared at him like he was a piece of meat, and it called on the side of him that was an alpha with Rake and Snaps. Just as he opened his mouth to ask if Screech would be okay for rough sex, she ground herself against him and let out a snarling screech.

Grabbing Screech's sides, Ian ran his hands over her ribs slowly, bringing them down and between their bodies. Pressing betwixt her forelegs, Ian shoved hard. A blast of high-frequency sound hit him, but he was too roused to let it faze him. Rolling to his feet, Ian grabbed Screech around the neck with one arm, and locked his wrist with his other. "We are not doing this in the bathroom."

Losing her focus completely, Screech felt the potion steal her faculties. She wanted just one thing, and the stallion she wanted it from was being a stallion in every way but how she wanted. Ian dragged her into the softer room, and though she wanted to struggle and fight, his choke-hold was solid.

"So this potion makes you super fertile, but a bit wild? I can handle that. Chatter has a lot of games she likes to play, and Tie Up the Pony is one of the best." Trusting his right arm to hold on to Screech, Ian reached out, opened the chest at the end of the bed, and pulled out the soft rope.

Screech saw what was on the end of the rope, and struggled some more. But no matter her efforts, she didn't want to rake Ian with her wing claws, and so without her main weapons the rope of a bridle pulled around her face and over the back of her head.

"Gotcha!" Ian pulled hard on the rope, yanking Screech around to face him. "Are you going to be good now?"

An inch from Screech's nose was everything she wanted from the stallion. She breathed hard, and leaned forward to nuzzle Ian's shaft. Rubbing her cheek against the hard organ like a cat, she lifted her lips aside so that her sharp teeth rubbed him.

Ian understood the warning and demand; she was surrendering to him to get her prize. "You want it, don't you?" Holding the rope as close to Screech's bridle as he could, Ian moved around her, and by the time he was behind Screech he was already leaning over her back.

Lining himself up, Ian was just about to push into Screech, when the mare shoved herself backwards. As clutching, tight muscles gripped his shaft, Ian pulled back on the rope and shoved forward. "Had to make it-make it a fight!" The alpha inside him lurched out and pulled even harder on the rope.

With his groin pressed firmly to Screech's plot, Ian could feel the mare squirming, trying to shift and get the main event going. Snarling, he moved the rope from his hand to his mouth, and jerked his head to the side. Pulling back quickly, he rammed forward again, and sank all the way into the bat pony.

Screech's itch was finally being scratched, and she arched her back to let Ian have her easier. Rocking, controlled by the bridle, she moved on command with Ian, pushing back when pulled, and countering with forward movement when he pulled backward.

Ian took his time; he had all night after all. Taking the dance as slow as he could, he was constantly fighting with Screech to keep it that way. The pace was slow, but deep. Each time Ian pushed into Screech, her body tightened around him, welcoming his penis home.

Arousal built, and grunting with each thrust, Ian began to rock faster at last. The pressure within grew like a thunderstorm, and Ian couldn't have stopped if he had wanted to. The combination of Screech's behavior, combined with a certain bot pony's uncanny ability to know when he was copulating—and enabling his talisman—drove Ian to a frenzy of lust.

He hadn't hit his release before Ian felt Screech's body tighten a lot more around his shaft. Her body pulsed around him, and eager to push Screech to new heights, Ian kept pounding away. When Screech screamed another high-frequency blast, Ian knew she was going into a second orgasm, and he was glad to follow her.

The build up seemed to focus at his tingling balls, and Ian drove as hard into Screech as he could before loosing his pleasure.

A moment of clarity hit Screech. She felt the pressure of magic tighten around her body, but nowhere so intensely as her belly. The feel of Ian dumping himself into her had her screaming far too high for anyone but a fellow bat to hear. The magic seemed to focus down, and Screech's eyes snapped wide open as it seemed to tingle deep inside. She stared at the wall before her, not seeing a thing, her focus completely on the feelings inside.

"What are you two doing in here?" Solid Built didn't knock—not in her own inn—and spotted Ian atop Screech right away. "Finally going to put some foals in her, my little colt?" The bar was quiet for once, and Solid felt that it was her turn to play. Stepping into the room, she closed the door behind her.

Ian was barely able to pay attention to Solid, but what got all his focus was her magic wrapping around the base of his shaft and squeezing. "P-P-Please…" The whimper broke from his lips, causing him to drop the rope and start humping again. The talisman was relentless when active, and he couldn't stop his body from beginning all over again.

" 'Please' what?" Solid's thick midsection was a testament to how potent Ian was when in the grip of the talisman. "What do you want to ask me, my colt? Do you want to beg your mama to help you get this filly pregnant? Is that what you want?"

"Y-Yes, Mama." Ian fell into the role-play he and Solid shared, but it wasn't like he needed help now. With his body uncontrollably bucking, Ian tried to listen to Solid, to find out what she was going to do.

"You are a good colt, but you are going way too fast for the filly. Slow,"—Solid wrapped Ian's hips in her magic, gripping him and stopping his thrusting for a moment—"down." Moving her colt, Solid pushed him firmly forward, hilting into Screech. "Now, this is how a colt is a good boy for his mommy and for his filly."

Ian's movement was controlled by Solid, he couldn't buck or pull back, except when she wanted him to. The loss of control hit a similar spot inside him that made him horny at the loss of control just from the talisman. "Yes, Mama."

As soon as he said the words, Ian lost himself. Scrunching his eyes closed, her felt Solid push him forward and hold him there. Again he flooded Screech's insides, and again there was a tight squeeze around his shaft.

Blasting her echo' out again, Screech lost herself into yet another orgasm. Slumping her forequarters to the floor, she braced her back end up as best she could for her stallion. Glancing back, she smiled wearily at the sight of Solid Built taking control of the situation. She gave a soft kee of appreciation before the first stroke of the next round started.

"One more, and then our good girl can have a rest while your mama has her fun." Solid warmed to her task, and started Ian humping into Screech again. She worked the human as best she could, keeping his angle just perfect, and making sure he drove against her backside with each thrust.

Ian fell to the floor when his body was done again. He was weak and spent, and after four strong climaxes he was barely able to speek. "M-Mama?" Raising one hand up, Ian felt a strong foreleg take hold and pluck him from the ground. Squirming like the foal Solid called him, Ian felt her magic carry him over and set him on the bed.

"Good colt. I think little Screech is done for now, but you have one more left. One more for your mama?" Solid rolled to her back, offering herself to Ian, but she made no effort to control him.

"Mama please… I want-I want to, but I can barely move!" Ian proved this by crawling atop Solid, but not having a hope of lifting himself enough to take her body. A sudden tightness around his shaft made Ian cry out in surprise. Looking down, he saw a dull yellow, glowing ring of magic around his length, stroking slowly.

"Good boy, give Mama what she wants." Solid kept stroking Ian until he lined himself up and shoved into her. "Goooood colt. That's my boy!"

The combination of the stroking magic ring and the talisman burning within Ian, caused him to leap into action. Grabbing hold of Solid's forelegs, he started grinding and bucking, racing along as fast as he could to reach his end. But, to Ian's panic, the ring stopped stroking him, and all he could do to get a taste of the orgasm he had felt coming was to keep humping.

Screech crawled up the side of the bed, her body making a little mess on the floor, and watched as Ian bucked into Solid Built over and over. All she could do was let out a tired kee and watch Ian seemingly be able to have sex with no regard for stamina.

Ian felt like he was being wrung out, but each stroke of his shaft in Solid's gripping vagina pushed him nearer his end. Whimpering again and again, he disregarded his exhaustion to please both Solid and himself.

"Hold it in, Ian. I don't want my colt finishing before his mama. Do you know what happens to colts who do that?" When Solid looked into Ian's face, she realized he wasn't going to be able to reply. "Their mama uses that spell again, and makes them pleasure her."

His body screaming to relax, Ian scrunched his eyes closed and kept grinding onward. Solid was a big mare, but she had excellent control of her pelvic muscles, but when he felt them start to pulse, start to grab and release him over and over, he looked up at Solid's face. "Mama-Mama, you're beautiful…" Ian collapsed onto Solid, and shot himself deep into her already pregnant self.

"Good little colt. You did well." Solid rubbed behind Ian's human ear, but her stallion was already passed out. "You can sleep for now, but we are going to make sure our filly is pregnant this time, right Screech?"

Screech couldn't get her voice together enough to talk, but she did snuggle up beside Solid, even spreading her wing up and over Ian, she hugged him against Solid.

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