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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.
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Prologue
Hatter realised far too late that the idea he was following through on might not have been the best idea he had ever had. The light gray unicorn’s ideas were not normally the best, even when he was thinking straight. And right now, the stallion was far from thinking correctly, because four beers worth of alcohol were currently working its way around his system.
Had this not been this drunk, he might not have come up with such a bad plan, and even if the same plan had popped into his head, Hatter would not have messed it up in such a huge way. His plan had been to sneak into the pretty purple horse’s(Also known as Princess Cinnamon’s) castle and loot all the precious goods he could manage.
It was mainly because he was going through a really rough patch in his life, and he needed all the money he could scrape together just to keep himself fed. To start with he had only stole to keep his daughter fed, but then she had left and his life had lost all purpose and fell apart. He needed to make money fast to stay alive, so he had spent the last of his bits on alcohol and cooked up an all-or-nothing plan.
Hatter had once tried out a plan just like this, but with Princess Celestia’s castle rather then the smaller castle that Cinnamon owned. It had, as one would expect, ended horribly. Him and a few of his friends had managed to make it into the castle, or much rather the pantry. There one of his friends had met their end on the end of a spear.
Him and his friends had not been as greedy, and had managed to make it away with a sack of flour. This time it was just him on his own, so he had planned not to use force, and just sneak through the castle using stealth. This had been when it had gone horribly wrong. He had made it into the treasury, forced the door with his magic and begin emptying everything he could into a large sack.
It turned out that it had been better protected then he had thought however, and in his drunk state, he had failed to notice a magical alarm that had been set on the door, and before he was even half done with filling the sack, half a dozen bat ponies wielding spears and wearing metal armour rushed in.
Hatter realised in that moment that he was likely going to get more holes then a tea bag if he attempted to fight back. He also realised that it was better then being caught alive. He gave a sigh and dropped the sack, his horn glowing a dark green under the black top hat that he wore. He used his telekinesis to pull a pair of knives from beneath his red trench coat.
The guards looked shocked at his recklessness, and at the sharpness of the blades. His two knives were special to him, the handles were made of the finest oak, the blades the finest steel. They had claimed many a life, and he hoped to claim a few more before he got speared.
He gave a grin, his green eyes seeming to shine from beneath the stallion’s top hat as he leapt forward, knives swinging in an arc at the guard in the middle who seemed to be the leader. The blade scraped off the metal of the black armour, scraping up until it reached his throat, where it left a rather deep cut. The other guards acted far faster then Hatter had expected, and suddenly he had been speared three times in the rear, punching through his jacket and sinking into the flank beneath.
Hatter barely felt any pain as he looked back at the spears that had stabbed into him, no doubt he had gone into shock. His mouth flapped uselessly, trying to form words and failing once he realised that there was only one word that could be used in this situation.
“Bugger.” And with that, his knives fell from the magic that held them, and his head fell forward to try and accept the death he knew was coming. Hatter could feel warm fluid flowing down his legs, no doubt it was blood. That or he had urinated and was getting confused over where the fluid was leaking from. For once, Hatter hoped it was blood.
The spears shifted, pulling from out of him. His hind legs no longer had the strength to hold him up after having a spear stabbed into them, so he decided it was best to crumple in a heap rather then keep weight on them. He was done, finished, defenceless. All they had to do was finish him with a quick stab to the head. He lay there and waited for his demise. And waited.
But it never came. No matter how long he seemed to wait, death did not come to wrap its cold, bony hooves around him. Soon he opened one of his eyes and rolled it around the room, the guards had put their spears away and were all facing towards one point. He tried to turn his head to face the same spot, but his head would not turn. His whole body was numb, going cold from the amount of blood that he had lost.
He was so weak, he needed to rest… His eye slowly closed once again, everything returning to blackness as he slowly drifted off into a deep sleep, one which he hoped to never wake from again. A deep sigh left his lungs, a final breath before everything everything begin to shut down, slowly dying in a puddle of his own blood. The alcohol had made him stupid, made his blood thin. And because of that, he was going to die.
All or nothing, and it appeared that after all the effort he had put in, he was getting nothing from out of it.
Chapter One
Hatter awoke to a world of pain. Waking up was a surprise, and the pain meant that he was not in a heaven. And the pain was nowhere near the agony he would expect from a hell. Following this logic, it must have meant he was still alive somehow.
His eyes slowly opened, stone. He could see stone walls. He groaned, shaking his head to make it focus. He was in a dungeon, shackled to the ground with double irons. He had been captured. A growl left his lips, horn lighting up to try and draw his knife to end his life. A sharp pain shot through him, making him curse loudly. He knew that feeling, his horn had been bound.
He could feel the cold metal ring locked around his horn, keeping his magic just out of reach. He also realised in that moment that his body was cold, and that even if he had his magic, he had no knives as he was not wearing his jacket.
So this was it then, they had caught him. He slowly shambled to his hooves, tugging on the chains softly. He had about half a meter of movement in each direction, but there was no way he was breaking the double irons, or the thick iron rings that held them in place. So he was stuck here. He gave a deep sigh, and sat down on the floor.
His eyes darted around the room, looking for something to keep his mind entertained. But there was nothing, just the cold stone room and the metal door that led to the outside, taunting him by being so out of reach. He was stuck here with his boredom until that door opened and somepony came in and entertained him. He just hoped they killed him soon, he could not live a life in chains.
He did not have to wait long thankfully, as an hour later the door creaked open slowly. Hatter squinted softly at the stallion and gave a sly grin.
“Somebody really needs to oil that door, you should hire a janitor or something.” Hatter jested, it was the best joke he had been able to come up with on such short notice.
The stallion on the other side did not even crack a smile, which made Hatter’s frown deepen. Anybody who could not laugh at his jokes while he was chained up was a misery-guts. He did not like this stallion already. As soon as he stepped out of the doorway, Hatter was deciding how best to go about killing him and making his escape.
He stallion was a dull blue in colour, he had purple hair with light blue highlights, and his blue eyes seemed to burrow into Hater’s soul. It would have been effective, if he had a soul to start with. But he did not, so he just laughed at this silly earth pony. The stallion just watched him with the same flat look on his face, waiting for him to finish laughing.
Hatter did not stop for nearly a full minute, then relaxed in his chains again “OK, I am good now. What were you about to say?” Hatter asked calmly.
“Do you know who I am?” The stallion asked, giving him a very flat glare.
“Mr Grumpy?”
“No, I am Count Patagium, husband to Cinnamon. And you just broke into my castle, scared my wife and attempted to steal my stuff.”
“Your wife should be scared, her security is terrible, and so are your attempts at intimidating me.”
“Intimidate you?” The Count asked, a frown disturbing his otherwise smooth face, “I am not trying to intimidate you. I know who you are, I have seen the wanted posters, you are a filthy rapist and cut throat.”
Hatter gave a grin, confidently speaking now “Yes, that would be me. So come on and try to do something about it.”
The Count just gave a smirk, a smirk that sent a chill down his spine.
“I know your type, and I am going to train you.”
“Kinky, come on then, try it.”
“Not until you beg for it. I know you will hate it in this room, chained and unable to touch yourself. I will be back in a month, and I bet you will be begging then.”
And just like that he left, Hatter barely managing to get in a “No! Wa-” Before the door clanked shut.
The next month was agony for Hatter, a pretty mare in a French maid outfit came in to feed him, clean up his waste and fit a heavy metal chastity belt over his crotch to make sure he did not get off. The mare was as white as snow, with hair as black as night, and the warmest brown eyes. The three times a day she came in to feed him his gruel, soup and mashed vegetables (In that order), were the highlight of his day. He tried to be strong, not to give up, or give in.
By the end of the first week he was pleading with the mare to help him, she just looked at him in the way someone would look at a wounded puppy, then left. By the end of the second week he was writhing about in his chains and begging for her to fuck him, which just got a disgusted look from the mare as she placed down his food and left. By this point his muzzle was coated in food, and he was starting to break down.
By the end of the third week he was writhing as if in agony, clanking his chains in an attempt to get some kind of stimulation as he drooled all over the stone floor, his eyes darting about frantically. This got the weirdest response from the mare, who stopped, watching him as he struggled.
Then she laughed. A full on laugh full of joy, even her head was thrown back. This was enough to make Hatter stop, frowning at her. He did not get what was so funny, all the kindness had vanished from her eyes.
“This, this is priceless,” She said in a faint, timid voice “You have been here for less then four weeks, and after the first week, the only words you spoke were begging for sex, and even now you can barely string words together. To start with, I felt sorry for you, even though you were the one that raped my mother.”
Hatter stopped struggling at these words, looking at the mare in shock as he tried to croak out an apology, but the mare cut him off with sharp words.
“Don’t even bother, you are nothing but an animal doing what is needed to earn a treat. I bet you can’t even remember my mother, can you?”
Hatter frowned, really trying to, but non of the ponies he could recall resembled this mare in the slightest. The maid chuckled “That is what I thought. Nothing but an animal, and like an animal you can eat off the floor.” She said, tipping his bowl onto the floor in front of him, the thick mix of vegetables hitting the floor with a wet splat.
Then she tipped his water onto it, and walked out the door. She turned just as he begin to lick it up, scraping grime off the floor into his mouth with it. After this point, he just hung there limp, looking down at the floor. She still visited, pouring his food onto the floor and taunting him. He was too broken to even retaliate.
He had lost all sense of time by this point, and he was sure it had been at least four months and he had been forgotten about. But then the door swung open and it was not the maid, Count Patagium had finally returned to claim him.
Hatter was beyond caring by this point, hanging limp in his chains and barely even bothering to raise his head as the Count strolled in. His body was tired, his muscles having gone weak from a month without exercise.
“How are you feeling now, Hatter?” The Count asked.
Hatter barely managed to mutter something, still struggling with the lust that was wrecking through his body.
“Pardon?” He asked, stepping closer.
“Oh Sinnerpony, where you gonna’ run to?” Hatter muttered in a lyrical fashion.
“Are you ready now? You see, the real reason I locked you up here, is that I need your co-operation before I can do what is needed to rehabilitate you.” He said, ignoring the lyrics.
Hatter slowly clanked his chains, raising his head to focus his eyes on the stallion.
“I am going to place down a form, and a quill. Then I am going to remove your horn binder, and you are going to sign it. If you try to do anything stupid, you will be locked up in here for another month.”
Hatter did not respond, letting his head lower again. Count Patagium moved over and removed the horn binder. Hatter could have stabbed him in the eye with the end of the quill, but he did not feel up to it. His horn glowed, picking the quill up as he scribbled his signature across the bottom of the page, not even bothering to read it. Count Patagium could do whatever he wanted, Hatter was beyond caring.
“Good boy.” The Count complimented him, the words loosing all meaning before they even reached his ear. His horn binder was removed, and then his chains clattered to the floor. Hatter looked at the marks where his hair had been flatted over a month. He rubbed at them to get the soreness to stop, then he attempted to step forward and landed on his face.
Patagium chuckled softly, before speaking like an encouraging parent “Silly Stallion, you need to take things slow before you hurt yourself.”
Hatter growled softly, but suddenly had a ring gag forced into his mouth.
“Bad boy, don’t growl at me. You won’t get a bath if you are not a good boy.”
Hatter fell silent, letting his hateful eyes do all the talking as he fixed them onto the other stallion.
“Now I need to get you looking the part, I need to show you off to the rest of the castle.”
Before Hatter could make any kind of noises to get his disapproval across, he had a bright red collar slapped onto his neck. It was padded, but Patagium moved behind him and tightened it so that it would bite whenever he swallowed, but not being enough to choke him.
“Do you understand, that paper you signed means I own you. That collar means that I own you. You, are mine.” He growled out, locking a metal chain leash onto the collar. Then he was led through the whole castle, he had been stripped of his jacket and hat at the start of this ordinal, so he was more naked then normal, he was filthy after a month of being locked up…
Oh, and he was collared and chained to Patagium’s hoof. He got looks from most of the ponies that did not know him, and glares from some of those that knew him for his crimes. His face burned a bright crimson through the whole trip. He was a famous criminal, and he had just been brought down by a bunch of guards.
Count led him into the royal bathroom, Hatter had missed most of the castle because he had kept his head lowered, but even he had to raise it at the sight of the amazing architecture. The ceiling was taller then any other room he had seen in the castle, easily tall enough to fit ten Hatter’s in, one on top of the other.
The room was dominated by a huge golden bath tub sank into the floor, right in the middle of the room. At one end of this there was a pair of giant golden taps, which looked big enough for him to get his hoof inside.
Or another part of his body.
God. He had gone without sex for far too long, even taps were starting to look seductive. He tossed a glance around the rest of the room, looking for a weapon. There was a pair of massage beds, and what looked like a small steam room. The only thing he could see that looked even slightly useful as a weapon was a hoof file, maybe he could file Count’s face off.
The Count tugged him over to the massage table, picking a pink bottle of bubble bath from off a shelf placed against the side wall.
“The Spa pony is off today, so I need to do all this myself. You are lucky I feel bad for locking you up.” He said, turning the hot tap on as he emptied half the bottle into the water.
Hatter stared into the water as it slowly climbed up the polished bronze tub, getting almost high enough to drown in. Hatter struggled to take a bath in a normal tub, but this tub was far from a normal tub, and suddenly he was having a flash back.
Hatter was ten years younger, around twenty five. He had stopped counting his birthdays some time ago, so it was the closet guess he could make. He was out foraging for food again. What little money he could scrape together went towards feeding his daughter proper food and saving for her to go to collage and universtiy. She wanted to be a Doctor, and he was so proud of her. It did not matter if he had to go hungry to feed her dreams.
Ponies used to be able to surive off grass alone, but now eating just that alone would make you ill. So he was up a widing path searching for berries to eat. The extra nutrition would help keep him going in peak peformance
He was halfway up a winding path that curved around a pond at the bottom. It must have been an old coal quarry or somthing, as the path had been carved by pony hooves. The blackberry bushes that now curved around the path made it far more narrow and dangerous.
Thankfully, he still had his trusty jacket. The brambles were unable to cut through the thick fabric. He had a pair of saddle bags filled with berries, which made the risk acceptable. No other ponies had been able to get up here to harvest them.
He scrambled up higher, wobbling on the path as he stuggled to pick the last of the berries. The mud was slippy, the slate around the edge was even slippeyer. He really did not want to spend longer up here then he had to.
It had been raining just hours before, so the mud was sucking at his hooves, any part of him not covered by his jacket was being chilled either by the mud or the cold air, and he was shaking softly. He wanted to get back to his home, put some logs in his fire, and cook these berries into tasty goup.
He did not know exactly what went wrong, even to this day. But one moment he was picking berries, and the next his rear hoof had slipped back. His other hoof was shakey and gave out, his back end slipping off the edge of the cliff as he gave a yell. His other hoof shot forward, attemting to grab onto a bramble before the rest of his body followed.
But he was not going to be that lucky. His hoof was slippy and so was the bramble, it managed to stall him for about a second. Then the throns scraped past his hoof, sending him plumeting towards the pool beneath as he screamed.
As if that was not bad enough, his rear legs smashed off one of the outcrops as he fell, turning him upside down and knocking his hat off. His back scraped down the cliff, tearing through his jacket at ripping at the flesh beneath. Just when he thought it could not get any worse, he hit the water. Head first.
He was stunned from the impact, and by the time his brain came back online, he had sunk near to the bottom of the pool. The cold water had made him go into shock, and he had about twenty more seconds before the shock forced the air from his lungs and filled them with water. He would pass out in agony two minutes later, and die shortly after that.
So, he had twenty seconds, he could not swim, his legs were injured, and he was now almost at the bottom of the pool. He was going to drown and never see his daugher again. She was going to go into foster care, and those bastards were going to raise her. The whole reason he was going through the hell was to stop that from happening, and he was not going to die now.
He begin to struggle rappidly, trying to pull himself towards the surface. Agony tore into his hindlegs, he ignored it. Agony tore into his lungs, and he ignored that too. He gave every ounce of strenth he had, ignoring the water trying to freeze his bones.
His hindlegs bumped against the bottom of the pond. Flailing about like a fish on land had not moved him towards the surface. His mind screamed at him, adreinaline burned its way through him, and it still was not enough to move him. He did not want to die. That thought kept repeating in his head, but that was what was going to happen, and nothing he could do about it would save him.
And then something was pulling him from the water. He could not turn his head to see who it was, but he could feel a hoof wrapped around his middle, and the water rushing past as powerful muscles pulled them towards the surface. He did not really care who this pony was, as they had likely just saved his life.
His head surfaced and he begin to pull in deep gulps of air, clinging to pony that had saved him. She… She was pretty. No, she was not just pretty, she was the most beautiful pony Hatter had ever set eyes on. Her red mane and tail matched her pure white fur per-
“You OK?” The mare cut him off with a voice like honey. He could listen to her talk all day. The mare shook him softly.
“Hon? Are you OK? I need to offer you a deal.”
Hatter shook his head to clear his thoughts “A deal? What kind of deal?” He muttered, sill in shock.
“A deal for your life, hon.” She said, bobbing calmly in the water.
“My life? But you just saved that!”
The pretty mare gave a giggle “Silly, I’m a demon. You have to trade something for your life,” Her voice suddenly turned dark “Or I will have to put you back beneath the water.”
Hatter suddenly did not like this mare as much as he first had. But he went straight to the point. Meeting a demon was odd, but she had saved his life, and he did not want to risk going back beneath the water.
“What is it you want?”
“I just want you to accept something off me, and to spend some time with you.”
Hatter frowned “What kind of something?” He was clinging tight to her body, and staring deep into the red pools that were her eyes.
Hatter was suddenly back in the present, a voice he recognised as his own was screaming “No! No!” And he had backed into a wall. Patagium was staring at him in shock as he broke down. He hated water: There was no way he was going in that bath.
The Count moved over, then bent down and… Hugged him?
“Shh, Hatter. Are you scared of the water?” He asked, rubbing his back slowly. Hatter nodded slowly, ashamed to admit that he was scared of water. He had no idea why he was being so open with the Count, but he suspected it was something to do with the fact he had been locked up for a month.
“Oh… I see. How about this, you have a bath, and I will let you use one of the special treatments. I think you like girly things like that.”
Hatter was going to argue, but once again being chained up had really done a number on him. It really was surprising how well that had worked for the Count.
He was guided by a hoof to the bathtub, slowly stepping into the bubbly water. He gave a soft cry of shock as the warm water went up to his neck. He clung tightly to the Count’s hoof, letting the panic slowly settle out of him. The warm water was the perfect temperature.
Several seconds passed before Hatter finally relaxed, realizing that there was no way he would be able to drown in the water. He softly splashed at the bubbles, then stepped away from Patagium, enjoying the water.
After he had finished washing himself, Hatter placed both his fore hooves on the edge of the metal tub and spoke softly.
“Can I have the use of my horn please?”
Count Patagium frowned at him for several moments, but slowly nodded, unlocking the horn binder. Hatter slowly lit up his horn, struggling to use magic after such a long time. But he still managed to float over the hoof file.
Then he begin to file his hooves, stepping out the bath and doing them while the enamel was still soft from the bath. Then he floated over several hoof care products and begin applying them to his hooves.
Patagium watched with a bemused smile, chuckling out “I knew you were a sissy, but really? Even I failed to see this coming. I’m impressed. But unfortunately, I have something to confess.”
Hatter gave a long drawn out sigh, really sick with all the stuff that had happened today.
“What is it this time?”
Count Patagium gave a bone chilling chuckle “You are not going to be our sex slave straight away, you will be spending a few weeks training in the castle guard to toughen you up, then we will declare you insane and say that you are being treated.”
Just when he thought things could not possibly get worse.
Chapter 2
Count Patagium had just thrown Hatter out into the guard barracks to be taken care of. If Hatter had not committed such terrible acts, he might have felt sorry for him. But Hatter had committed acts that would normally end in execution, so spending a few weeks locked in a cell before getting thrown around by the guard for a few more weeks was a kindness. Maybe he would even become a productive member of society.
He sighed, opening the door to his personal chambers and stepping inside. He did not really go for all the posh things most ponies would expect for someone of his social standing, his room was a simple affair. It had a big king sized bed, a simple wooden night stand, and several other simply decorated objects that were promptly forgotten about when he saw the only beautiful thing he really needed.
His wife was lying across the length of his bed, her bat wings tucked in tight to her well groomed purple coat. Her dark blue and pink swirled mane was draped over one eye, the other rose coloured eye was fixing him with the deepest bedroom eyes a mare could give, and he could already feel blood rushing to his groin.
“Long day at work?” She asked, looking up and down his body in a seductive fashion.
“Like you would no believe,” He said with a sigh, sitting next to her on the bed “But I already feel better now you are here Cinny.”
Cinnamon smiled and hugged him tightly, rubbing his back “Come on, lie down for me so I can help get all the tension out of your body.” She giggled, making Count give a sly grin, lying down on his belly with a smile.
Cinnamon moved over and begin to softly rub at his shoulder blades, digging her hooves in softly to ease the tension from his overworked muscles. Patagium let out a contented sigh as his body slowly relaxed, letting all the tension slowly drain from his body. “Oh… I feel so much better already.” He moaned pleasurably, his leg twitching softly.
Cinnamon gave a soft chuckle, leaning down to his ear and nibbling the tip of it roughly “Oh, I have something in mind that will make you feel even better.” She said, and Count felt the blood that had reached his groin try to escape. His shaft suddenly throbbed against the red silk sheets, making a shudder rock down his spine.
Cinnamon moved onto his back, wrapping her hooves around his neck softly, beginning to slowly grind her cunt against the base of his tail, her warm juices dribbling down his flank slowly. He groaned in pleasure and pressed his flank back against her dripping snatch. “Co-come on, don’t tease me.” He moaned, his shaft throbbing softly. Cinnamon grinned, nibbling at his neck as she slowly rubbed her way up his back, smearing her juices along it.
Count had finally had enough of the teasing and turned suddenly, flipping Cinnamon onto his belly rather suddenly. She gave a yelp of shock as she was suddenly faced with his hard, throbbing horse shaft. Count chuckled, attempting to lift her up with his forehooves unsuccessfully. She smiled and slowly raised her rear over his shaft, watching as a string of her juices slowly dribble onto his shaft, making it throb pleasurably as it rolled down his shaft.
“Don’t be impatient, say you want me~” Cinnamon teased, rubbing her cunt over the head of his shaft, forcing a groan from him as his hooves moved, gripping roughly at her sides.
“I want you.” He moaned, before suddenly and forcefully pulling her down onto his shaft.
She gave a squeal, her back arching as pleasure tore through her body in waves. She was now straddling him in a reverse cow-mare position as Count found his strength, pressing his hooves beneath her wings and lifting her up.
She fixed him with a lust heated gaze as his cock slipped out of her, knowing what was coming next. He let go and she dropped down fast, smashing into his groin with a loud moan that was only halfway done before he picked her up again, letting gravity do most of the work in driving his beloved towards orgasm. She cried out with each smack, Count making sure not to hurt her by using his hooves to guide her over each inch of his thick fuckmeat.
Her cunt clenched down hard, squeezing his cock tightly as he fucked her, now thrusting his hips up to meet her on the way down. The loud smacking of their hips filled the room as Count’s groans raised in volume slowly.
Finally, he pushed her off his crotch and onto the bed, her wings tucked tightly beneath her as he roughly rubbed at her clit, knowing that this was the best way to get her off. Her hooves reached up and hooked firmly around his neck, the batpony alicorn grinding her soaking cunt against his hoof roughly. She could feel the bliss building inside her, each rub like a drop of water behind a dam.
It built faster and faster as her humping became more erratic. Soon the dam felt like it was going to burst. Her moans became pleasured squeaks, barely managing to string together enough words for a strained sentence.
“I-I’m going to cum Count!”
And then his hoof moved away, making her cry out in need. Count gave a confident smirk as he stroked his length rapidly, pulling her back towards his groin and lifting her over it. He looked deep into her eyes as his shaft throbbed rapidly.
She knew what was coming next, and so did he.
And then he dropped her.
And she screamed.
And then the dam burst.
Her eyes fluttered, her body convulsed and Count cried out beneath her as he hammered his cock upwards, each thrust bringing a large spurt of cum from it, which was then pounded deep into her. Cinnamon’s cunt convulsed roughly as it milked the cum from his cock, attempting to pull it all into her womb where it belonged.
The convulsions that were tearing through her body slowly became twitches, working down from her orgasmic high. She rolled to the side with a happy whimper, her cunt slipping off his limping member with a wet squelch.
She flopped down next to him and gave a sigh, feeling Count’s warm cum leaking from out of her tingly cunt. She felt warm, fuzzy and happy all over. Patagium leaned over and pulled her close. She gave a smile ad nuzzled into the warm fluff of his chest as she basked in the warmth of her afterglow.
Count might have been stressed a few minutes ago, but now all that stress had left him. Cinnamon wrapped her soft leathery wings around him, and soon the two lovers had drifted into a deep sleep.