Minuette, Twinkleshine, and Lemon Heart all watch from the window with wide eyes. Their friend Moondancer sits on her bed while her human ("what's a human?" "Lemon! Shhhh!") coltfriend blocks the door.
...With a raging boner straining against his leg coverings ("Those are pants, Twinkle.")
Moondancer shuffles nervously, but nothing can stop her flagging tail. "U-uh, Anon, sweetie? Are you feeling okay?"
The man grins, looking almost sinister as his eyes glide over Moondancer with barely concealed hunger. "Better than okay now that I'm home with you, baby." He stalks closer to Moondancer and the bed with a slow, controlled gait that makes the three watchers' fur stand on end.
Moondancer gulps and stands, letting her tail flag as high as it can and making her oversized teats jiggle. The watching trio grimaces a little at the gross sight, but Anonymous stops and stiffens, staring at the little that he can from his angle.
He grunts and gulps heavily, but still salivates some as he looks at Moondancer's teats. "A few of the girls at work went into estrus today. It was hell, being hotboxed in the smell of mare and pheromones. All I could think of was you."
The building outrage at the careless mares on Moondancer's face fades at the confession, replaced with a soft smile. "They didn't tell you?"
He snorts. "No. They're kind of cunts. I'm not saying that their disappointment when I said I was going home to rail you made me harder, but..." Anon stops and shivers, taking a deep breath as he does so. The tent in his pants twitches, a tiny stain forming at the tip. He growls and in one swift motion, has all his clothes off and thrown on the floor.
The trio of watchers gasp, all of them feeling their faces heat up.
The man's body is sweaty and flushed all around, but his erection, now free, is an engorged and angry red. The flared and bluntly pointed head throbs with his rapid heartbeat.
Twinkleshine closes her mouth and tries to re-wet her dry throat.
Anon snarls and bounds across the room right at a startled Moondancer, who can't even recoil before he had her straddled
She looks at the sweat-slicked body above her, her own face becoming hot. His position on his hands and knees above her makes him point right at her now winking sex. The unicorn resists the urge to shrink on herself.
He grins again. "God Moonie, you're beautiful." He mashes his flat mouth to Moondancer's muzzle in a rough facsimile of a kiss the instant she opens her mouth to refute the compliment, so rough that only a last-second reflex from Moondancer's foreleg keeps her glasses on her face. Moondancer wraps her forelegs around his neck and tries to fight back, returning the kiss with as much force as she can. Try as she might though, her long tongue is overwhelmed by Anon's needy ferocity.
Minuette, Twinkleshine, and Lemon Heart all look to each other all wondering if they should leave.
Lemon tries to steady the rapid staccato of her heart and turns back to the window, absentmindedly noting that her friends did the same.
The man pulls away from the gasping unicorn, idly wiping away the thin strand that still connected their mouths. He turns his sight lower to Moondancer's sweater-clad chest. He grabs the black wool in both hands and rips it down the middle, exposing Moondancer's full chest tuft.
It's impressive, so why she hid it, the trio of watchers are unsure.
"Anon!" The mare under him protests. "That was the good one! Why did yo-!" The unicorn can't finish when Anon mushes his face into her tuft, taking a deep, lung-filling breath.
Moondancer's face explodes into red when he does it again, moaning like a little colt in a hentai. His hips reflexively buck forward, his hunched position making him poke one of her teats and smearing pre on it. His eyes shoot open and he bucks again, poking the large breast and even slipping slightly between them. He groans into the chest fluff in his face, exclamation of "Oh God, Moonie..." barely able to be heard.
Moondancer fights down her blush and rests her chin on the human's head. "G-go on Anon. I know you want too, and I-" her blush resurges "I really like it too!" She squeaks
"W-want to what?" Minuette quietly wonders aloud, trying and failing to keep her tail from rising.
Anon's eyes light up. He pulls away from the warmth of Moondancer's tuft long enough to give her a deep, loving kiss devoid of the wild need the last one had. Moondancer melts into the liplock, only to stiffen and bite back a moan when there's another poke at her teats.
"No..." Lemon gasps.
Anon forlornly looks at his mare's tuft but scoots forward until his head is above Moondancer's and un-hunches, letting him slip his stallionhood between Moondancer's teats with a pleased hiss.
The cream-colored mare closes her hindlegs some, trapping her mate's member between the mounds of pillowy flesh. She bites her lip and wraps her forelegs around his neck, pulling him into her mane. "G-go. Don't worry about making a mess."
He starts slow, shaft hidden between cream teats and head poking out at the apex of his thrusts, tip coated in a shiny layer of pre.
Moondancer groans into his neck and nips at it, leaving tiny lovebites on the bare, flushed skin. Her soft nipples stiffen and poke upward, just barely dragging along his lower stomach with a maddening sensation.
Anon pulls himself from the daze settling over him and rolls his hips with each movement, rubbing as much of the engorged teats as he could.
The mare under him can't hold back the gasp that escapes her. "More... More!"
Anon lets out a short laugh between breaths. "I was about to say the same," he says, then with a grunt, pulls himself up and away from a heartbroken looking Moondancer.
Sitting up back on his legs, Anon grabs Moondancer by her hips and pulls her closer, again slipping between her mare breasts with a shiver of pleasure. Then both of his hands, now free, grab the pillowy lumps around his dick and squeeze them together.
"IIIEEEEEEE!"
The watching mares almost jump at their friend's squeal. Moondancer throws her head back and arches her back so violently that her mane-tie comes undone and her glasses are thrown off. "ANON!"
She writhes when he tweaks one nipple and starts thrusting again, now much more violent than before, leaving a slightly damper spot in her cleavage every time his head peeks out.
He throws his head back, not bothering to hide the bliss on his face as he plays with the teats in his hands. Squeezing and kneading. Each action earns him a new sound from Moondancer. A tweak, a yelp. A squeeze, a hiss. A full hand rub, a throaty moan.
Lemon Heart abandons all subtlety and reaches a hoof back behind her, her friends watching from the corner of their eyes, but not stopping her.
"Ohhhh Moonie..." Anon calls to the ceiling, his head still thrown back. "I'm not gonna last..."
"Keep going, please!" Moondancer pleads, throwing her front hooves to cover his hands. "Keep going!"
The human tries his hardest, but his control starts to slip, his peak starting to mount. To his dismay, Moondancer isn't anywhere near as close as he is. His eyes lock onto her sparking horn. The man pulls his hands away from the beautiful teats that entice him so and bends forward, planting his lips right at the base of his mare's horn.
Moondancer's eyes bug out and her pupils shrink to pinpricks. A sound that's little more than a gurgle escapes her. "Anon... What are y-!"
Still futilely trying to breed the mare's soft breasts, Anon takes the whole horn in his mouth and sucks.
Moondancer's mouth opens in a silent scream. The warm mouth around her horn and the heat between her tingling teats. It's almost too much.
Anon groans around her horn, his motions so jerky that he's barely in control. "M-moonie, I'm-!" He jerks one last time, his head jumping from between her mounds and poking the fat on her belly.
Heat.
Moondancer pulls herself from the throes of lust for a moment, just long enough to watch all the muscles on her human's abdomen suddenly and violently contract.
He can barely choke out a cry around the horn as he pulls back at the last moment, making a sticky heat erupt between her sensitive teats.
Too much! TOO MUCH!
Her whole body clenches as a climax rocks her small frame. Her vision dulls and something roars in her ears. Liquid magic pours out of her horn into Anon’s eager maw and her marehood tries to grasp something that isn’t there, only succeeding in spraying her own splayed tail.
Anon’s lower body clenches several more times, spraying a messy puddle of white that slowly seeps from between her mammaries and soaks her belly fur. Both man and mare slowly separate, Moondancer laying back and Anon sitting on his legs, mouth still full of magic.
Minuette, Twinkleshine, and Lemon Heart can’t believe their eyes.
Moondancer did find some sort of crazy impossible stallion-er, man. She made him bust all over her with nothing but her oversized teats. Something that should be impossible. No stallion does that.
None.
Then they start to move again, making the three snap up to look.
Anon swallows the mouthful of magic slowly, making sure that the still panting Moondancer could watch the bulge in his throat slowly travel down with an audible “gulp”.
Moondancer flushes an even deeper red. “A-anon. You didn't have to do that…”
He puts a hand to his chin in a thinking pose. “No, but I wanted to. If I knew before it tasted like berries and cream, I’d be all over you. Well, more than I usually am.”
The unicorn snorts then slowly stands up, noticing something out of place. “Anon? Are you..?”
”Still hard?” He grins. “Yeah.” He leans back, putting emphasis on the still throbbing erection. “I dunno what it is about the smell of mare, but that barely took the edge off. I want you, Moondancer. All of you.”
The mare seems stunned for a moment before her blush comes back with a vengeance. “W-wha..?”
He leans in, grin back in place. “It’s just practice for when you go into estrus. Think of it like that.”
All three voyeurs shamefully look at each other, already know they all be pleasing themselves to what follows.
Moondancer shakily rises back to her hooves, ignoring the dripping coming from between her teats. “I-if it’s like that, let's do it traditionally. Okay?” she asks, slowly turning and raising her tail.
Anon raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure I’m not too heavy?”
The unicorn remains silent, not sure if that’s a trick question.
The man chuckles under his breath and draws closer, eyes locking into his prize. Under the now messy tail of his mare is her nearly unused snatch and virgin ponut, both matching her fur in color. That mint foal-hole is only place where he could pour out the fire inside him
It’s hypnotic, drawing him closer and closer. What he had to fight for so hard now fairly given. The place where his foals will be both conceived and born. It’s…
He gulps. “J-just a taste…”
Moondancer yelps and hikes a leg when a tongue is drawn up her lips, making her wink right into a waiting kiss. “H-hey!”
The man licks his lips but does not apologize. Back up to his knees, he grabs Moondancer by her dock and guides her closer, then leans over Moondancer like a normal stallion, resting his front her back. The mare gulps and shivers some, winking against his erection, but holds strong.
”Ready?” he murmurs into her ear, nibbling on the tip.
Her breath hitches and she doesn't reply, but he knows the answer.
Anon slowly brings his hips forward and Moondancer brings hers back. Both gasping with they meet in the middle. After only a moment of hesitation, Anon growls and lightly bites Moondancer’s neck before diving in.
Warmth. Celestia blessed warmth.
Both the mare and man buckle a little, with Moondancer recovering first, lest she let them both fall. She does let her front legs fold just enough to give her human a proper angle.
Anon wraps his arms around his mare, looping under her thick thighs as grip points and starting slow.
The unicorn imitates her lover from earlier, rolling her hips with a quiet moan, making him reach and rub all around her canal. Then, she flutters.
Anon’s breath hitches in his throat at the sudden alien sensation. The rapid grip and release and control of it all is unreal. “H-holy shit…”
She lets out a little laugh and nuzzles back into his throat. “I’ve been practicing that. D-do you like it?”
Her answer is a deep thrust that nearly makes her see stars. “Guh…”
Anon bites her neck scruff and pulls, sending a jolt through her whole body. “I’m not letting you get the upper hand that easy,” he mumbles through her fur. He picks his pace up, making his hips smack hers with the muffled ‘Thup’ of bare flesh on a pony’s coat.
Moondancer almost falters with a whimper and throws her head back, making the sharp teeth on her neck tug again, sending yet another jolt down her spine.
Unknown to her, Anon’s mind slowly clouds, his focus on his surroundings fading to just the warm, beautiful female in his grasp and the primal, desperate need to breed. All the magic-charged chemicals he inhaled both earlier and with his mare fill him with tireless energy. His one goal is to see this irresistible mate of his, who gave him the love he craved, to be satisfied and expecting his foal. The annoying voice of logic saying she’s not in estrus is ignored.
”AAAHHH! I! Anon! It’s so gooooo-yelp!”
Moondancer wiggles and writhes as much she can as her human growls and increases his pace even faster, his grip on her tightening. Her breath comes out in short, harsh pants and moans as the ability to speak coherently slips from her. The shame that should come from letting a male take this so far is totally absent as orgasim gets closer and closer.
Almost… ALMOST!
”Moonie…” the man growls into her neck, lifting from her back and straightening up. Before she can even think of protesting, his hands are dug into her cutie marks and he rears back.
Then he hilts, his tip lightly kissing her cervix.
Moondancer whites out, bliss overloading her every sense, every nerve ending in her body flaring in unbelievable pleasure. She lets out a weak cry as she clenches down, her body trying to milk her human for everything he has...Only to get nothing.
”Wha…?” she blearily questions. Her eyes shoot open when he pulls back again rubbing over a still spasming canal with barely any feeling.
And then he hilts again.
Moondancer gasps.
One hand abandons her cutie mark, only to wrap around her tail dock.
YANK
”N-No way…”
Minuette can barely believe what she’s seeing.
Twinkleshine likewise staired.
Lemon Heart was too busy chasing what had to be her fourth shame-filled orgasm.
Minuette gulps past her dry mouth and casts a spell, conjuring a small clock.
31 minutes.
From the moment Anonymous walked in to now, it’s been over half an hour.
All three flinch when Moondancer lets out a cry of ecstasy that shakes the window.
Moondancer was telling the truth. Completely and totally.
Moondancer is in a haze.
Her human’s tempo either picked up to an uncountable speed or she just can’t think straight. Maybe it’s both.
Her large rump is numb from the repeated impacts and she knows the hand on her cutie mark will bruise, but she can’t bring herself to care. Her last peak was a distant memory and the coming one and the prize it will urge from her human is is all that matters.
So full yet so empty. She needs it.
To be full.
Truly full.
Nothing has ever mattered so much.
The mare throws her head back and howls in need when he teases her womb again and again, but never gives anything.
He growls and leans just far enough down to bite her ear, the unspoken “I’m trying!” apparent to her instinct overridden mind.
Moondancer shudders and moans piteously, wave after wave of pleasure washing over her and climax imminent. Then her ears perk as her human starts to pant, his tempo breaking.
Anon’s thrusts slow, but grow more powerful, each one poking her womb and rocking her whole body, almost picking her hind hooves up. With every bit of effort she can muster, Moondancer staves off her ending and bends her front half to the mattress while spreading her raised hind legs. “A-Anon..! Please!”
One
Two
Three
Four more times.
Fingers digging almost painfully into her rump, Anon roars and hilts one last time.
Moondancer’s eyes shoot open. Her mouth opens wide, but no sound comes out.
Euphoria. It’s the only word to describe it. Molten heat floods her womb, warming her inside and out. Her senses go haywire, but she doesn't need those, so it’s fine.
Above her, Anon lets out a cry of triumph, his whole body folding over as every available muscle in his middle flexes to pump his unicorn full, filling him with the primal satisfaction of inseminating his mare.
For a moment, the two hold their pose, panting as thought returns to them.
”M-Moonie?”
Moondancer takes a moment to respond. “Anon?”
Both the man and mare slowly lower themselves to the bed, fatigue setting in.
Anon struggles to muster the willpower, but he eventually pulls the covers over himself and Moondancer before turning to her with a small smile. “I love you.”
She hitches for a second. “And I, you.”
The sunlight beams a grumpy Moondancer right in the eye, making her grumble and crack it open. She looks past her sleeping human and pulls the curtains to with a flash of magic, minding her sore horn. “Yeesh. The blinds were wide open last night. Hope no one saw…”
The unicorn looks past the now covered window to her calendar on the wall. Squinting to make out the day without her glasses.
Saturday, so no work today. What's that she has marked on Friday?
With a groan, she levitates her glasses to her face and checks Friday again. Scrawled under Friday is “START OF ESTRUS”
...Oh. Uh oh...
Author's Note
ufck
