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Hatter galloped towards his house. The ash gray stallon was built much like a mare, but was padded out by the crimson trench coat he wore. A black, battered and burnt top hat sat atop his head; the same age as the coat, but quite clearly it had seen way more wear and tear, and so much less repair. Even the stallion himself seemed to have suffered massively. The inch of his mane that was visible coming out of his hat was limp and lifeless, His deep brown eyes that used to shine like diamonds now hardly shone at all. Tonight was an exception to this, his eyes sparkled and his tail flicked as he galloped towards his house. It turned out that while ponies did not care much for his simple but robust clothing, as they hardly wore clothing in the first place, hats where finally coming back into season. Because of this, his hat sales had spiked and even better, his marefreind had come to visit! His home had been built on very cheap land right next to the Everfree forest because of his low income. He had built it with his own hooves and magic, and as a result of this it was little more than a very large barn with an even larger basement he hardly ever let anything else see. Not because he was an axe murderer or anything, knives were way better and it had been built as a play area and bedroom for his foal. None of this mattered in the slightest however as he threw open the door to his home and beheld the mare he had loved dearly since the day they had met. Her name was Slimy and she was not a pony in the normal sense most ponies would think of. She still had a cutie-mark that was a large leaf that Hatter could not identify. No, the thing that made her strange was the fact her whole body was made out of green slime of many wonderful shades. She gasped as he charged in, and suddenly the floor was not under him and he was not stood on it as she pinned him in a tackle hug, he gave a laugh and nuzzled into the cool green slime that made up her body. He nuzzled deeper and began to blush deeply as he slowly got hard from her touch, his stallionhood slowly becoming hard and pressing into her belly. His face turned red slowly as he nuzzled into her. She tutted softly as she felt his member. "Why do I have to keep milking you like a cow, Hatter? You're the horniest pony I have met in a long while." He smiled softly up at her eyes, her face breaking into a toothless grin that was the prettiest thing he had seen in an age.
"But I think today you should serve me first..." She said with a grin, slowly turning so that her shapely flank was presented to his face. Her translucent tail lifted up to show her dripping marehood. He knew exactly what to do and went about it with vigour. He jammed his tongue right in to her snatch and moaned as he tasted her deliciously addictive juices. He could not exactly place a flavour, but it was sweet and the closest approximation he could make was that it tasted like honey and he loved it. He nuzzled deeply into the nub above her snatch which made her gasp and moan delightfully. He loved making her happy, hearing those gasps and moans made him feel good inside. He buried his muzzle deeper and started licking about it happily, moaning out loudly himself as he slurped around for her juices, stopping to ever so lightly nibble at her clit, making her gasp out loudly as his cock gave a twitch, begging for the relief it knew it was not going to get. He opened his mouth wide and stated to suck on her vagina roughly, grinning in a delirious fashion as it filled his mouth and made his taste buds go haywire. She started to grind back hard into him and moan, he pressed forward and started to smother himself on her cunt, panting bursts of warm air in to it.
"Ah! Hatter! I'm gonna cum!" She cried out, making him grin. He closed his muzzle over her clit and started to suck and lick at it madly. Her cries rose an octave and he smiled, doubling his efforts for those last few moments and being rewarded with a coating of juices being sprayed all over his face. Damn, he had forgotten she could squirt like that. He pulled away and got a gasp of air before she pressed back, her flank taking on a much thinner constancy as his head was pulled into it. He did not struggle, the cool slime moving over his face and shoulders, he simply held his breath and let her have her way with him. The slime coated his chest, his forelegs, moving down over his belly and back. He gave a happy shudder as it reached his stallionhood, coating it in a cool coat of goo. His muzzle was now inside hers, two small air holes appearing over his nose for him to breathe through. He knew if he opened his mouth, any protests would be cut off almost straight away by the slime that now coated him. The slime covered his flanks last, making him attempt a gasp and get a mouthful of slime as it pushed into his ass and began to tease his prostate. Once it coated his tail he knew he was now totally helpless. A giggle left his mouth that was not his, his body being manipulated like a puppet as he was moved over to the bed. He trusted Slimy completely and knew he was safe with her. He lay down on the bed. "Shh, go to sleep Hatter, I will let you cum in the morning..." Slimy said through his mouth as she started to slowly stroke his length and tease his prostate, touching him in other ways and making him feel so very good ... Yet he knew that he was not going to cum until morning, and that this was going to be a long night indeed.

Chapter 2
Part two of Slimey's story

Hatter awoke when he realised his body was moving, Slimy went down into his basement, the dozens of magical gems burried in the ceiling providing a soft light that made the room visible. The ceiling was painted to look like the night sky, the gems being stars. Over in the center of the ceiling there was a single light, built to look like the sun. The floor was carpeted with a deep blue fabric, white patches in it representing clouds. Even the walls had been made with this in mind, painted a deep sky blue, the air vents matching that. Simple toys of many shapes and sizes where placed around the room. Against the far wall was a bed made to look like a cloud. In the bed was an almost pure white filly, with gray eyes and an off-white mane. She was Hatter's reason to live, he spent every spare bit he could scrounge trying to give her as normal an upbringing as possible considering Hatter's position and her albinoism, which made her extremely sensitive to light.
Slimy made Hatter trot over and shake the foal softly. Slimy spoke, moving his mouth to her words.
"Rise and shine Frosty, we're making pancakes for breakfast!" The filly opened her eyes, Hatter still seeing his little foal. She gasped loudly.
"Oh no! A slime pony's eating Daddy and now he can't make his annoying whines!"
Slimy giggled and Hatter rolled his eyes. Hatter was now moving towards the kitchen. He, with the aid of Slimey's earth pony dexterity and ability to mold her body, pulled down several ingredients from one of the shelves.
"Hatter can you do the oven please?" Slimy asked as she moved her goo from his horn, which lit up and pulled open the top compartment of his wood fired oven. It came in three compartments,the bottom for adding logs to heat the main oven, the main oven compartment, and then the top one for heating the stove Several logs near the oven suddenly lit up with his magic and floated into the oven one by one. Next he lit a match from a box stored at the side of the oven, and after going through a few more he had successfully lit the logs ablaze. Now with the help of his magic and Slimey's earthponyness, they mixed up the batter in a large jug. Frosty was meanwhile trying to fold out Hatter's fold-away table. Through sheer force of will she had dragged it into the middle of the room. Then through sheer force of will(and a bit of discreet magical aid from Hatter) she managed to get it unfolded and standing. Hatter then floated a pitch black frying pan down from above, holding the rubber grip as Slimy rather comically extended her neck from his chest like a giraffe and picked the jug of batter up, pouring a small amount into the pan before Hatter's magic lifted it onto the stove where it gave a sizze. Frosty trotted over to cautiously watch it cook and turn a golden brown. (Or black if Hatter messed up). Hatter used his magic to spread it out as Slimey watched it closely, making sure that it did not burn. Hatter grinned and floated the pancake onto a plate once it was done. Frosty snuck up and promptly ran off with it, Slimey poured the next batch as Hatter floated sugar and lemon juice onto the table. Frosty giggled and started pouring the sugar onto her pancakes.Hatter frowned at her "you're doing it wrong! Use the lemon juice to dissolve it to fit more on like I taught you!" She giggled at this and begin to do exactly that. After they had made about a dozen pancakes they all sat down to eat. Frosty had a good laugh as she watched the pancakes float about in Slimey, Hatter had climbed out of her and was currently on a sugar high. After they finished Hatter washed up and they sent Frosty off to school. Hatter had been so scared about the Royal Guard taking her that he had originally been self teacheinh. But when he and Slimey had got together she had enrolled Frosty under her name at a good school. With Frosty out the way Hatter turned to Slimey and smiled. "About last night ~" Slimey's face dropped at this. Hatter trotted over, a worid look on his face "What is it?"
She gave a sigh, "Hatter, I... I Can't have sex because I'm.. I am pregnant." After a pregnant pause Hatter nodded "I see! You don't want to risk the foal."
She looked shocked "you're not kicking me out or getting angry?
"Don't be stupid, why would I be angry? I'm overjoyed! When did you find out?" He asked, giving a grin.
"Just after we took Frosty to school, I invested in a reusable one just in case and I find out I'm pregnant first time!" She said in an overjoyed tone, Hatter hugging her.
"So how long is it for gooponies?" He asked, still hugging and nuzzling her.
"Same as normal ponies, but my goo will harden into a womb, and then cloudy around my belly. Umm, that means you can't get in me anymore..."
Hatter gave a laugh.
"Like I'd try with you having a foal growing. I'll just leave sex for now and we can work something out."
Slimey gave a nod and kissed him deeply.
"My amazing stallion ~"
Hatter held her close. Life was good.Part 3
A milk bar in Canterlot, 8 months later
"Top me up!" Hatter said as he slammed his mug down again. He had brought his own mug from home with him to the city. It was white and had "World's best Dad" written across it in bold letters. Frosty had gotten it for him when she was five for Father's day and he drank tea out of it almost every day. The bar tender nodded slowly and poured some fresh and unprocessed milk into the chipped mug from a clay jug, mentally adding it to Hatter's bill which was slowly climbing through the double digits. Hatter begin to chug down the milk right away, now on his ninth glass and beginning to look ill from the volume of fluid his gut was stuffed with. The bar tender,a middle aged earth pony stallion with azure eyes and a cream coat looked at him in a worried way, a brown pencil mustache that matched the colour of his mane and tail wobbling before he spoke. "I don't mean to pry, but are you OK? I don't think I've seen anyone drink so much milk so fast in my whole career." Hatter bannged his mug again for another top-up before speaking and the stallion took another jug from his assistant, mentally knocking a small amount of bits off Hatter's bill to charge by the jug. His assistant, an earrthpony mare of the same colour scheme but with a red mane and tail trotted out the door behind the counter to full another jug. The bartender filled his mug again before Hatter finally spoke. "My wife's pregnant and I haven't had sex in ages!" A few ponies took momentary notice before returning to their drinks and treats, it had just turned eight PM and the bar was mostly empty. The stallion tilted his head at this "that seems more like a problem for a proper bar then here." Hatter nodded slowly, looking at the cow on the stallion's flank as he spoke. "My wife doesn't like my drinking so I avoid it. I can get the same feeling and vomiting if I drink enough milk anyway." The bartender's face softened, his voice becoming a whisper. "Well if you wait until ten, there's a few shops that sell sex aids that open." Hatter sighed and downed his milk. "I just don't want her thinking she's boring me or anything." The stallion filled some other ponies glass before returning. He gave a chuckle at Hatter's words before he spoke "You're trying to get wasted on milk just to avoid upsetting the missus, she's lucky to have you, trust me." Hatter gave a nod
"I'll take that bill now,I think something is about to burst." The bartender gave a laugh "it's on the house, you're the best customer we've had in years." Hatter said his thanks and stood up, limping his way out the bar from the amount of milk in him. The street was starting to get dark, Hatter barely noticed as he rushed to the nearest public toilet, his bladder about to burst. After finishing he trotted out and wondered around the busy city. His jacket and top hat made him sort of blend in, although it still did not look very posh. He got a few looks and snide comments,but after nine a lot of the posh ponies retreated from the dark into their homes, the scruffier ponies moving out for the night shift. Some of these ponies shambled from place to place, some trotted normally,one pony just jittered and jerked unnaturally as they moved. A few had bat wings, very few had fangs and their empty eyes seemed to take him in hungrily. He kept away from those. As he was looking for the magically illuminated signs which a pony had told him signified what he was looking for, they where only put out at night. Before he did however, a group of four cloaked figures he recognised straight away as cultists approached him. He saw the light glint off the leader's fangs and realized it was vamponies out asking for blood donations. The pony behind the leader had a silver dish. He even identifed the exact cult they had come from. The midnight blue robes and silver trimmings narrowed it down, but the silver disk over their hearts made it easy. The full moon was Luna's symbols and these were Luna cultists.
"Spare some blood?" The leader asked in an almost seductive tone. He firmly shook his head "Bugger off, my blood tastes like crap." The leader scrowled and Hatter calmly strode past. They weren't getting his blood. He spotted a neon pink glow up ahead and trotted towards it with a slight smile. The sign on closer inspection read "Midnight Fun." A pretty rubbish name that told him everything he needed to know and got the job done. He trotted over and darted into the store. The first thing he saw was a whole rack of magazines of skimpy mares in sexy positions or in fetish gear. He totally ignored those, his wife was all he needed. He glanced to the side, a batpony mare with the cutest tufts of fur on her ears was watching him, trying not to make it obvious. He walked to the side, passing some skimpy outfits. He finally found the sex toys right at the back, taking up the whole back wall, he smiled softly and moved over to them. A wide range of colorful plastics, rubbers and other materials Hatter couldn't identify assaulted his senses. There was a wide range of toys, flesh lights, riding crops, gags, cock rings. Hatter however was more interested by the toys on the other side, designed for mares. Anal beads, dildos, vibrators, butt plugs. Hatter was primarily bisexual and had no shame in admitibg that, he wouldn't ask his wife to provide for that, but he was sure his wife wouldn't mind him buying some toys to provide for that side of him, it would at least show his wife that he wasn't sleeping with stallions every other night, and that he'd rather deal with it using her. Trust building and all that. He picked out a vibrating flesh light in roughly the same color as his wife, a set of anal beads, a riding crop, two different types of dildo, three different butt plugs and some bondage straps But his best find by far was a vibrator right on the edge of the shelf...
It looked amazing. It had a tapered tip that went down to a ribbed shaft, then ended in an ass destroying knot. It was painted brown, was made of antibacterial material and had a switch on the very bottom. He floated it over, now having difficulty focusing his magic enough to lift the objects. He dumped them all on the counter, startling the female bat pony that was meant to be watching the store. Her ears twitched as her eyes quickly scanned over the objects littering the counter, popping out the price so fast it almost scared Hatter. The price however did not, being much lower than he had expected. He paid and was hoofed a bright pink bag, which he immediately started packing the items into it and floated his hat off, putting it under his coat. Casting magic through the hat required far more magic then without it. He was a lazy git so preferred taking it off. He tossed another nod to the bat pony working the counter and headed out into the night. His hooves clopped softly across the stone ground as he moved,looking around for somewhere he could un-pack his things. He trotted all the way to the train station in his search and found a storage closet next to the ticket booth that looked promising. He reached out with his magic and found it to be locked, making him frown. Maybe it was time to head home... A few seconds later the door was wide open, he had picked the lock by smashing his hooves into it over and over until it broke open. Professional. He calmly stepped inside and stripped down, tossing his hat on top of his coat and pulling a bottle out of it, grinning like a maniac as he closed the door slowly behind him, making his horn the only source of light. He was going to fill all his holes! He slowly floated the dildo with the tapered tip underneath him and slathered lube from the bottle all over it, then slowly satt down with a blush and a light grunt. It felt wrong and burned as the tip entered his ass, spreading it apart and slipping inside slowly. He grunted as it tugged slightly at his walls, his ass hitting the first rib on it, making him shudder as his anus moulded around the slash in the matiral. He moved past it slowly, taking it steady because his ass was softly milking the shaft now, as if confused what it was doing in his ass. He grunted and floated up a butt plug, slowly forcing it into his ear, deafening that side until he took it out. He then repeated it for the other side, now totally deaf. His ass convulsed in approval as the tip of the dildo reached his prostate, pressing on it lightly and making him slowly get hard. He smiled and floated out the fleshlight in his now shaking magic, pushing it down on his cock. His magic failed as his prostate hit s rib, making him gasp as pleasure tore into his body, his cock twitching into the tight confinements of the fleshlight. He groaned and pushed down on the back of it with his hoof, making it slide down his cock quicker. He was panting now, chest rapidly rising and falling. His prostate hit another rib and made him cry out, spurting pre into the fleshlight. He screwed his eyes shut and shuddered, fighting for control of his body. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he floated up a pair of dildos, the light objects feeling like they weighed a ton as he struggled to control his magic, floating them to the last two holes to be filled and pushing as hard as he could, his nostrils spread as the dildos filled them. He shook and grunted, lying back and focusing his magic for one last trick. Click. Both the switchs on the dildo in his ass and flashlight on his cock started to vibrate. He closed his eyes, trying to relax. He took a deep breath and slammed his ass down hard. The last two ridges slipped into his ass, making him scream in bliss as his ass reached the knot that was the source of the vibrations. So very close. He tried his best to relax further and slammed his ass down. The knot forced in. He screamed. His cock bolted upright as his ass molded around the knot, the vibrations traveling through his ass and shaking his prostate, countering the ones on his cock in a symphony of bliss. His cock spasmed and filled the fleshlight with warm ropes of his seed, which backwashed out the fleshlight and poured out around the base of his dick, soaking his balls. Hatter himself was fairing no better, his vision had turned white, eyes rolled up as every muscle in his body went out of control. His scream echoed around the confined space, blocked out by the butt plugs. His ass covulsed and moved lube out of his ass and onto the floor as his prostate twitched madly to pump out as much cum as possible, further pressing onto the plastic penis. Eventually he slowly came down from his endorphin high. Every single one of his muscles felt like they where made of jelly, and the wobbly kind, not jam. Most ponies seemed to think jam was jelly, which hurt his brain. Wait, what was he thinking about again? Oh, yeah. Fuck all. His head was as blank as something that something something.... Ok, he was good now. He stood up and shook off the after-glow of his orgasm, pulling the dildo out his ass, followed by the ones in his nose and mouth. He packed them all into his coat and then pulled the coat onto his body. He gave his cock a quick wipe down with a cloth, throwing the cloth into the back of the room before pushing the door to the closet open. He stepped out with a smile and had a sack pulled over his head. There was an impact and he fell into unconsciousnesss.

Hatter awoke slowly, shaking his head softly and blinking a few times. His hooves where chained down to a sacrificial stone table. His eyes scanned around the room, which held about a dozen cultists in bright crimson robes. He identified almost right away as The Blood Burners. He gave a sigh as a light light pink earth pony with a yellow mane stepped forth.
“Hello again Luscious Lemon, how have you been?” Hatter asked calmly despite the double chains that held him down, cutting her no doubt dramatic speech short. He had dealt with Blood Burners many a time before on his visits to Canterlot. They were extremely dramatic and threatening but they were hardly dangerous at all. They had run into Hatter before, and it had always ended badly for them. They had become offended after he had insulted their uselessness, and now they were constantly trying to capture and make him submit to them for some unknown reason.
“We finally caught you Hatter, now you are doomed to be used as a food source for the rest of your life.”
“Oh?” Asked Hatter in simple, almost bored tone. He looked at the chains that bound him to the stone table.
“Are you even listening to me? You are going to spend the rest of your life having your blood drained from your body until it is all you can think about, until you beg for it and are left a pale whimpering wreck of a stallion.”
Hatter softly sighed and looked up at her, “While that sounds like a kinky and fun idea, I really need to get home to my wife.” He looked at his shackles and then back to Lemon, giving a smile.
“Clearly, you have not yet realised you are not being given a choice in the matter.” Lemon smiled and gestured around the small stone room lit by dozens of candles. A cultist stepped forward, a cultist with brown fur whose mane was covered by his hood. “This is Blood Dancer, she will be starting off your new hellish life.”
Hatter looked around bored “Still not scared, you have about 11 followers and despite some of them being vamponies, non of them look very scary at all.” Hatter looked at Blood Dancer as she advanced, no doubt trying to look menacing.
“Normally I would be the tiniest bit scared about now, but you clearly don’t know how to use shackles, you realise these ones are designed for bondage and have a safety mechanism built in, right?” He said as he sat up and rolled easily off the table onto the floor. “I’d love to stay and chat but my wife will be missing me, and while facing her seems like the worst option, but I will have to do it sooner or later,” he laughed softly, trotting straight for the exit. Two of the cultists moved to stop him and he shoved them roughly aside with both hooves and the aid of his magic. Lemon moved to charge him and he slammed the metal grate door closed and took off in a gallop away from the mad cultists, leaving all his gear behind. He was in the Cantorlot sewer system, which he had known since he woke up in Blood Burner territory. They had set up their base there because it was the only place they would be allowed. After hiding in a small alcove for a few minutes to let the vamponies past he climbed out and trotted off to the nearest storm drain. The problem with setting up base in a sewer was that it made there sensitive smell totally useless. After a while he had made it once more to the train station. He trotted up to the batpony stallion running the ticket stand. He felt naked without his coat and hat, and he was cold, and he wanted to go home, and his thoughts were starting to bore him.
“Hello! One ticket to Ponyville please.” The batpony with purple eyes slowly looked up to him before stating in a placid tone. “Twenty five bits please.” Hatter turned to get his money and… Oh… Yes, he had left all his bits with those damn cultists. He smiled sheepishly and backed up "I left my wallet back at home." He lied, quickly trotting away and curling up under one of the trainstation benches. Then he waited. And waited. And waited. Then he got bored. Finally a train that went to Ponyville slowly pulled up in a hiss of steam, several batponies gracefully moving off the train as he snuck on. He was on a train full of batponies and other night dwelling beings. He was a unicorn, and even if he looked like a vampony he still stuck out like a sore hoof. He missed his hat and coat, without them he felt weak .
He quickly dived under a table and curled into the smallest ball he could manage. He felt really bad for sneaking onto a train, but L1his wife would be missing him, and he certainly missed her massively. He had a funny way of showing it at times, but deep down in his heart he- Holy crap those were some nice hooves. A batpony mare with gray fur had sat at the seat to the table he was hiding under. She was sat in a normal pose for a pony, her forehooves covering her most private parts, yet Hatter was already being filled with ideas of plowing her on the table, staring into her purple eyes as she orgasmed under him and sank her fangs into his shoulders. He wanted to lick and nibble at her bat wings, to pump her full of his cum. However, he had given all that up when he had taken his wedding vows. He had to fight his lust every day, doing it for the length of a train ride would be no bother. even if she did have amazing hooves and a body to die for. The fact he had no knives to fight a train of batponies off had nothing to do with it at all.
He kept his head down and his breathing steady, all the way back to Ponyville where it was now approching 6 AM. He was tired, he was beaten and his head hurt, he had lost all his belongings and his travling money, but he was home to his wife, and he was alive, and that was all that mattered. Also he wanted his spare weapons. That would be nice too. He trotted to the edge of the everfree as fast as he could and threw the door to his home open.
Hatter had trotted into his home, it was early in the morning and his wife was soundly asleep in the double bed by the corner of the room. It was warm thanks to a fire that was blazing in the oven, another feature of the oven was a pipe that ran off it, a small tank needed to be filled with water once the radiator was attached and then it was quite able to heat the whole room. He was sleepy and it looked like his wife had stayed up all night waiting for him, and then had fallen asleep. He felt really bad for coming back so late, but he had had a rough time, and now just wanted to sleep. He softly crawled into bed next to her, cuddling into her cold slimy body, he had missed her so very much and was very sad to have been unable to bring her any gifts back. Her belly was bloated with pregnancy and she faintly smiled as he cuddled into her. He softly nuzzled into her neck and wrapped his hooves around her body, pulling in close. He blushed softly as his cock rubbed against her back, he closed his eyes tightly and tried to drift off. His head was filled with images of pinning her pregnant body down and forcing into her puffy pussy lips. To her awaking with a gasp and a shudder, begging him to stop until she simply gave into the lust, begging for more until their juices mixed together and leaked all over the bed. Even worse, he could force his cock into her slimy, juicy ass and pound it as she screamed and writhed under him, cumming again and again in her ass until she was forced into a climax beneath him. He shuddered softly and began to softly grind his hard member against her back, the cold slime stimulating his warm cock, forcing him to silence a gasp. He should just go to sleep, close his eyes and use his hooves or magic in the morning to get off. He did not want his wife to wake up to find she had been coated in his cum once more. He had wet dreams every few weeks normally. It would be so easy to pass it off as just that. He could, so very easily, he just had to go a bit faster. His shook softly, hips starting to slowly gain speed as he ground softly against her back, his cock twitching softly against her slimy membrane. He stifled another moan, his cock felt great against her back, not as good as it would buried deep inside her, but the fact she was asleep and what he was doing was so naughty made it feel about the same. His cock started to twitch against her back as his hips moved as rapidly as they could, humping her like a rabid dog. He gasped softly into his pillow as his cock leaked pre on his wife’s back. He was so close now, just a few dozen more thrusts and he would be painting her back white. He shuddered, slamming his hips as fast and as silent as he could. His cock slipped inside her back, then her back clenched roughly over the member. Hatter’s eyes popped wide, had he just broke into her membrane? He tried pulling his cock back but it was locked in tight. He whined loudly in pain, his cock throbbing as the blood was cut off to it. Worse, his wife had turned her head to look at him, and she was wide awake.
“Now, now, calm down boy, you have just got back and this is how you greet you wife?” Hatter whined softly, trying to pull his member away from her painful grasp now. “Shhh, shhh.” She eased her grasp up slightly, but clenched again when he tried to pull away. Her slime soaked his cock and hardened rapidly, when he pulled it away it was coated in a layer of rock hard slime, wrapped so snugly around his cock, it was impossible to feel anything through it. He shuddered and looked up to her fearfully, knowing he had made a big mistake. “I want to talk to you, I was going to wait until morning, but I guess since you insisted on waking me up, we can do it now.” Hatter gulped slowly and nodded, looking up to her. “Wh-what is it?”
Slimy gave a soft, comforting smile and stroked his mane. “No need to look so worried Hatter, I won’t hurt you. I simply want to say that you cannot possibley live your whole life on the run, and so I have a plan to get all your crimes forgiven.” Then she gave the softest, sweetest smile she could, and Hatter’s heart sunk into a pit of terror. This was going to be bad, very bad indeed.

Hatter had never been so ashamed of himself in all his life. He really hoped his blush was not showing as he was carted along in a cage with wheels, a muzzle locked over his mouth like some mad dog, and he was going to the royal court, the place he had been running from his whole life, and it was his wife who was taking him there! He was so mad, he was furious. And she had tainted the bit of the muzzle that went over his muzzle with her juices and some kind of drug, meaning he was now raging against the cage bars, snarling and trying to get at her as his cock throbbed in its slimy prison. He wanted to rut her, to bend her down in front of the guards that were escorting them and pound her full. He was foaming at the mouth and banging on his cage as they approched the great white fort that was the royal court. Had Hatter been paying attention he would have seen the beautiful architecture of the building, the guards standing like still sentinels as he was pulled closer and closer to the gates.

He did not notice any of this however, far too interested in the plot so temptingly put before her. He kept banging on the door, raging and smashing his hooves against the metal bars in an attempt to break them. Nothing stood between him and his wonderful smelling wife, he was going to fuck her like there was no tomorrow, which for all he knew there was not. There was no death sentence in Equestria but he would almost certainly be given a life sentence, then die in a tragic and unreported accident. He had made a lot of enemies in the royal guard in his life, and most of them would do almost anything to get a shot at him, if not to kill him to make his life in the dungeons a living hell. Yet even as the doors to the court opened, his mind focused on non of this, too flooded with lust and thoughts of what he was going to do to his wife if he ever got out. It did not matter if she had beaten him the other seven or so dozen times he had tried, he would win this time for sure. The guards, as professional as they seemed, did give strange looks his way, not as open or unprofessional as staring, but just minor tilts of the head and slight twitches in their normally plain faces. Hatter barely seemed to notice as he beat his hooves bloody on the iron bars, foam dripping from his mouth and on to the cage. Hatter had no idea how much time between the waiting room and the corridor to the main court room had passed, but he was there in what felt like a few moments in the haze of his lust clouded mind. A pair of guards confirmed that there appointment had been made for the time they had arrived, seeming to doubt the ability of their comrades in the main office. Then the doors to the main room swung open, and even in his deep lust hazed state

Hatter was scared.