Chapter One Stopping up dykes
“You want a what!?”
Homage ears clamped down against her skull at the sudden barrage of sound from the mare beside her, her lovers face abloom in blush as Littlepip gawked in horror at who she once supposed was firmly in camp dyke.
“A foal Pip. You know, a little me? My own little colt or filly? A child? Produce of my hopefully soon to be stallion fucked loins? The end result of my heat bothered self being boinked cross eyed? Someone who will be calling you mama as well as me?”
Littlepip gave her gawking a few more moment, then blinking rapidly, she closed her muzzle. Then opened it, then closed it again. Then looked down, seeming to have begun thinking deep thoughts.
“I… what?”
Homage groaned, and with an eye roll grimaced at her mares reaction.
“I am in aflame in want rutt, my womb is a fallow. Yay yon stable colt, I wish thee attendance… come forth and tend thy lady of this house, for lo, while my stallion has sought to flare a foal into mine belly, he has failed in this, and has awayed to war. I must be a foal, I shall not be denied this. Spare me shame gentle lad and rutt me upon our bed lest I bend over before an inn table and be sullied by every stallion there.”
Littlepip gagged, and yanking down her ears screeched “Oh Celestia, not Spear Shake! Especially not Taming of the Nag!”
“Pip… I’m serious. I want a foal. I’m in estrus, things are calmed down enough in Equestria… haven’t you ever thought of it?”
Letting her hooves slip down, Littlepip’s ear stood up again and one flicked as their owner grumbled.
“Homage… I… I’m in this heat with you love, but… if you can just bear with it, I’m sure…”
She stopped as Homage put a hoof over hers, and looking up, Pip winced. Homage looked… despondent. Nearly heartbroken. She just stared at her mare, and chewed her lip slightly.
“Pip… It isn’t just hormones or some mare thing… I want one. Even if I wasn’t in this spot, I’d still have brought it up. I always wanted to be a mom…”
“Love… your gay. Kinda hard for us too…”
“Littlepip… I have fucked stallions you know.”
“... Ew.”
Snorting, Homage nudged her marefriend with a look of disdain.
“Oh grow up Pip. This isn’t my first cycle, and even if it weren’t, I’ve had a few just for kicks.”
Groaning, Littlepip grabbed her pillow and put it firmly over her head, her scrunched muzzle poaking out.
“I am not listening Homage… I am now self deluding myself into a mind set where I never heard any of that…”
Grinning wolfishly, Homage leaned closer and said in a growling voice “Indeed Pip, I’ve been loaded with more then a few cocks in my day! Now I like me the mares, but nothing to stop a dyke from riding her bedposts down to stumps like a wad up the works. Sure, it leaves you a bit sore, but its the kind of sore where I’m drooling from both ends and not feeling desperate for schlong. At least for a couple of hours, but most of my colts stuck with me for a few days… With only a few times having me shouting “Not there, thats the wrong hoooooollllyy Celestia!”
“OKAY, I DON’T NEED THE DETAILS!”
“First time I was a bit too stunned and him too into it… oy, I was livid when he finally unloaded, ready to geld the fucker. But he started grooming my mane and kissing my neck, telling me how gorgeous I was and not yanking it out… And he was soooo hot!”
“Oh Celestia, stop…”
“I mean it hun… trust me, if you were there, you’d have fucked him! And nothing but foal batter can quell a bad enough estrus… and this one is bad.”
Hearing the shift of her mares tone at the last part, Littlepip lifted her pillow away, and winced. Her mare had placed a hoof to her belly, and was looking away now, all playfullness gone. And sniffling. Oh cunt and stars, she was going to cry, Pip thought desperately.
“It hurts Pip… This one hurts. I’ve had estrus before, but this one makes me ache… And I’m not getting younger. I have too foal soon love. I’m lucky to have been still fucking fertile with all the rads out there, and double so I hadn’t gotten been force fucked to be some Raiders brood mare. I couldn’t bear it if I had a foal I couldn’t stand to look at… one I couldn’t love because somepony else hurt me. And now… I have a mare, a safe home, caps to spare… I want this Pip. And I want you. I love you more then life… and if it truly hurts you, then I’ll choose not to have one and move on. I want a foal… but I want you more.”
“Homage… Damn it, how can you ask me this? I can’t be a mom, how can I? I’m here for now, but I’ve got to go back to the tower soon! How can I raise a foal from some computer! And… I’m scared.”
Homage looked up as Littlepip leaned against her, her eyes locked on hers and ears lowered in despair.
“I… I’m a bad pony Homage. I’ve killed ponies. I can’t be some little things mother. How can I hold them with all this blood, huh? Or if he’s a colt… how can we raise a colt to be a stallion? We can show him how to be a male… but thats easy. Being a stallion is hard. And… I don’t even think I know how to raise a filly. How do we make sure she’s not some whore or Dash head? Fucking her life away as she takes a hit, her head as empty as the wastes. Living like… my mom. Some vault bicycle who spends half her days passed out and the rest being a teen at the age of thirty.”
Leaning her head in, Homage kissed her lovers ear.
“Oh Pip… You’re not her. Its up to you, but I know you’d be a great mom. And duh, the stallion I’ve picked will of course help us raise our foal! And I can promise, if you allow it, you’ll love my choice.”
Sighing, Littlepip bit the inside of her cheek. She was in estrus too, but knew with her condition foal bearing was dangerous. Never mind what an actual stallions penis could do. How do her fellows manage to keep theres in their right shape again after some cock stretched them out that much made the mare shudder at the thought. And she knew how it could go, a rutt devolving into a grunting brute stuffing a flare against a cervix, whinnying as he shoved it in… she’d seen pictures of mares with fuck drunk smiles pressing a hoof on the bulge of their stomachs, and the next picture how the stud had bloated them out with jizz. She knew that was less common during the year, but once estrus hit… Littlepip shifted her rump against the sheet as her cunt winked, whimpering as the silk rubbed her engorged and aching clit. She may not want this…
“Okay.”
“Pip…”
“No… Its fine Homage. I want you to be happy… and hey, I’m gonna be a mom! What I was built for, right? So… what stallion did you have in mind?”
………………………………
Velvet Remedy’s melodious voice was raised into a shriek of a harpy as it echoed through the Towers lobby from her clinic.
“YOU WANT CALAMITY TO DO WHAT?”
Author's Note
Yeah yeah... no, this one is not with the others. I lost a bet, and have to write clop. I don't want too, but I honor such things. Nevertheless, I plan to give this my all and hope you enjoy
Chapter Two Calamitous dominatus
Homage’s horn glowed as she reached out with a levitation spell to her glass, and regarding the amber whiskey inside, smiled gently. Convincing Velvet had been easier then she’d thought. Historically, in times of war, it wasn’t uncommon for stallions to sire with mares both single and with stallions who were close friends to ensure a foal to carry on the family title if not bloodline, or to attend a mare like she and Littlepip, ones who were more inclined to other mares then stallions, or in her case..
Closing her eyes, Homage sighed heavily, and took a sip of her drink. Lowering the glass, she walked to her bedrooms vanity, regarding herself in the mirror. No dress or dolling up, just herself. Calamity probably deserved better though… At the thought of the stallion passed by, Homage shivered in somewhat unwelcome anticipation. Picking up a fan, she began fanning herself furiously.
Stars filly, get a grip. He’s just here to knock you up, a friend helping a friend. You’re a beaver hunter, quit the vapors over a colt damn it!
Placing her fan back, Homage shook her head. No, this was more then that. Calamity was practically family, and she was using him. He deserved better. And after her last stallion…
Homage was jerked from her memories as a knock sounded, and blowing out her breath in a rush, the unicorn turned about face, and walked towards her quarters door.
“Here we go… Hey Cal…”
As Homage opened her door to greet her stallion, she stopped up short, stunned by his appearance. Grinning sheepishly, his wings rustling at his sides nervously against a well groomed coat, Calamity nodded at the mare. His signature hat in a raised hoof, he had choosen to wear a bolo tie around his neck, and had taken his usually ruffled and wind blown mane and combed it down to his skull into what someone had lied to him was a mane due and was glossy with the gel he had put in to hold the style in place. And also he smelled like he had just showered in some stalliony cologne for a month. Cringing, Homage pressed a hoof to her nose.
“Uh.... hey Cal. Went a little overboard there with the whatever it is you put on don’t you think?”
“Umm… Evenin’ Ms Homage. I hope I’m not too…”
The rest of his words were cut off with a yelp as Homage horn lit again and yanked him by his bolo tie to her, and pressed her lips to his. Pushing him back, Homage looked at him scowling.
“This ain’t no date stud. Now get in here before momma gets mad.”
As he nodded numbly, Homage smirked as she released his tie.
“But first… get in the bath colt! You reek like balls! Does Velvet like this shit or something?”
Loosening his tie, Calamity trotted into his friends room, and smirking as he felt her eyes wandering over his flank, raised his tail a bit, giving her full view of the black skin of a well toned and proud scrotum and a set of balls promising more then enough virility for every heat ridden snatch in Tenpony, and as they swayed, Homage wiped her hoof against her muzzle to clear away the drool as the knowledge that all that was meant for her. Lesbian she was, but fuck if a well made strut of a gorgeous stallion didn’t cause her to slide deeper into desperation.
Oh Celestia, I need it bad…. Homage lamented in her mind as Calamity turned his head back, still smirking. Scowling at how easily she was being teased by the hayseed fuck, the mare trotted to the bathroom door, and gaped as Calamity bent slightly to work the tubs shower, his tail now held to the side, showing off a flexing plot hole and a slowly hardening shaft. Looking back again, the stallion winked an eye.
“Hope you don’t mind if I shower to get this off…”
Homage merely slumped against the door jam, eye twitching as her mind overloaded.
“No prob Cal…”
“Well… out you go then. I’m shy Homage. Don’t want some filly giving me lewd stares and all…”
Grinning in a way that was decidedly scary, Homage snarled “Of course Cal. Take all the fucking time you need, you teasing cunt… I’ll just be out here in a fetal position bawling like a baby cause you’re an asshole.”
Slamming the door shut, Homage sat down, shivering as her carpet rubbed her now agonizingly desperate for cum cunt was coarsely handled, her clit nearly making her cry in want. Pressing her hooves over her eyes, Homage whined softly. Oh Celestia, What the actual… wait, what’s that?
Pressing an ear to the door, Homages eyes bulged as the distinct sound of soap working cock sounded, and a soft western drawl purred from the bath.
“Mmm… oh Homage, I know your there… I’ve been penting it up for the last few days love, gotta make sure I’m all set for my mare… but fuck, just seeing you… You’re a sexy mare, you know that? Got me all hard now… So pardon me if I ease off some of this cum, but I gotta... Oh fuck, its gun barrel hard babe… Unggghhh, oh Celestia homage…”
Biting down on a fetlock, Homage gave a muffled screech as she stuffed the other hoof between her hindlegs, rubbing herself furiouslly, then crying out into the opposing fetlock as her entire being heaved in orgasm, her cunt gushing her release as the sounds of stallion weiner working grew faster.
“Shit mare, I can smell you from here! Oh sweet fuck, can you hear me babe? I’m gonna fucking blow just thinking of you wrapped all over my cock, and your womb mouth wrapped over my flare… You’re grunts and squeals got me going now mare, oh fu… unnngghhh shit!”
Homage cried out as she slammed her hoof on the door, her other hoof working her pearl feverishly, her voice cracking in her want “Gods fucking hell Calamity, don’t fucking shoot it now! Fuck, I can’t…”
The stallion bellowed loudly as his cock lurched hard a few times in hoof, then grunted and gasped as hot seed geysered from his blooming fuck stick and splattered against the tiles, the splattering sounding over the rushing water. Pressing his forehead to the slick wall, Calamity smirked down at his rod as its eye seemed to glare at him accusingly. Leaning down, he licked the tip.
“Suck yourself off cunt…”
Pulling away from the salty end, Calamity looked back at the now open door, and gulped. Homage stood, legs akimbo, panting furiously, the scent from her nethers overwhelming. Stomping into the room, her right hind hoof kicked the door shut, her eyes wild and mane slick in her sweat.
“I said suck your own cock stud…”
Seeing her horn light up, Calamity yelped as his balls were grasped in its aura and kneeded roughly.
“Last chance you teasing fuck sack of jizz, or I make you…”
Grunting again, Calamity leaned his head down again and took his cock crown into his muzzle. Shivering, Homage walked drunkenly towards the stall, her eyes locked with the stallions seated position, his groans and gulps causing the unicorn pause as she came again. She couldn’t even see him at work yet, and still he… Walking up beside her mate, Homage bit her lip as the stallion worked his own bell end. Wrapping a band of mana around the exposed mottled flesh, Homage began jerking Calamity off, the other band squeezing and rolling his nuts to ensure his compliance.
“And if you think to pull that fucking flare out before you’re done…”
At this the mare gave a rough squeeze to his sack, causing Calamity to bulge out his eyes and his tongue to quicken. Feeling the stallions scrotum begining to work, Homage stretched out a bit of magic to kneed the darkened flesh.
“Gonna cum cunt? Think you got the fucking right to jizz anywhere but up in a mare? Selfish bastard… teasing colts getting us fillies all hot…”
Bellowing again, Calamity hips jerked as he forced his cock flare to his throat, eyes rolling upward as he blew another load down his own gullet, shivering as Homage slowly ran a hoof through his mane, cooing gently “Good stallion… Thats it, every drop…”
Pulling hard from his own shaft, Calamity gagged as he yanked the cock flare from his throat, cheeks burning as the mare at his side giggled at his discomfort, his seed gushing out from its unplugged throat and out a gasping muzzle, and after a few gulps of air, Calamity snarled, and grabbing Homage, pushed her against the wall. Tucking her legs to her chest, Homage licked the still dripping jizz from the stallions lips, and simpered “Oh dear, is Cally sore at me? Want mamma too…”
Growl deepening, Calamity grabbed a mouthful of horn and yanked the mares head to the tiled bathroom stall, causing a yelp to sound as his hoof held her there. Pressing his muzzle to an ear, Calamity grunted “Mare… You gonna learn right quick how bad you just fucked up…”
In a flash, Calamity was atop his mare, and smirking, pressed the still flared crown of his shaft against the unicorn, who looked back from her face down rump up position to shout with wide eyes “Now hold on Cally, lets not… UNNNGGHHH HOLD… NNNNGGG SHIT!”
Snarling and teeth bared, Calamity roughly began spreading the mare under him and shoved the flare into the pink slit, spreading the darkened lips around the head and sending the mare into more convulsions as her body was sent into another orgasm, her essence spurting out around the inching cunt wrecker.
“Its Master to you dyke… Get that?”
Homage gritted her teeth as she shook her head, but cried out as he roughly shoved a few inches in, her eyes crossing comically.
“YES MASTER!”
Smirking, Calamity continued his shaft intrusing into his new filly, resting his chest over her back as he continued in the same snarl “That’s it mare… I’m gonna mould your snatch to me cock alone, all thirteen inches of it is coming… ohhh, cunt thought she’d show off thinking shes tough shit…”
Homage covered her eyes with a foreleg as she cried out again, her inner walls desperately milking her stallion, begging to be covered. Grunting, Calamity shoved hard through the tightness, and with a gasp, pressed himself against her cervix, sending the mare into gasping pleas of want.
“Cal! Master, I… ITS SO MUCH, I CAN’T… OHHHH FUCK, I’M GONNA… OH SHHHHHHHIIIIIIIITTTTT…”
Eyes narrowing as he felt his filly working him as desperately as she could, Calamity began to thrust, bashing against her barrier, and saying in a stallion rasp the whole endeavor.
“Stop fucking screeching cunt! You wanted cock, now your bawling and blubbering cause I’m gracious enough too knock your worthless sack of rutt flesh with my fucking foal? Fuck you dyke!”
Eyes rolling into her skull as she felt herself beginning to loosen, Homage gave a guttural howl as she kept cumming, her mind overwhelmed with the railing she was on the end off. Feeling the forelegs of her master tighten harder, Homage felt the cock crown thrust once more violently into her… then screeched in relief as it fully entered into her womb, the pain and pleasure of her defilement under a stallion too much for her to process.
“FUCK CUNT, HERE I COME! MASTER KNOCKING UP YOUR GAY WOMB! GONNA HAVE MY FOOOOOUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKK!”
Head jerking upwards, Homage tongue flopped out as her cries were ripped away in her pleasure as the cock flared wildly, and a hot warmth began to fill her. Looking at her stomach, Homage came again as she watched her belly bloat out, her mind awash in the feel of seed drowning her eggs, the swimmers rushing through her to see her made a mother.
“Oh fuck Cal…”
Feeling the jolt of cock flare jerking against her cervix as it closed, Homage squealed “I mean Master…”
Smirk softening to a smile, Calamity slowly pulled out of the mare, and slumping back, gave her abused rear lips a kiss.
“Good mare… And after some chow, we move to the bed. This one was too quick for me.”
