Author's Note

This chapter contains graphic sexual intercourse. And petting.

Occupy the Body.

Occupy the Body.

“Hm….”

“Whatcha you thinkin’ about, Bubby?”

“I’m thinking there’s way more snow than usual.” Anon said, all three occupants of his house observing the wall of frost pile up in the shape of their front door. A white beast tall as a pony’s snout had settled over the town and sealed most in their homes. Derpy and Anon were but partially stuck, seeing how their front door opened into the house, rather than outwards.

“Please tell me there’s no need to trample through that miserable front?” Umbra whined, sipping a piping hot coffee in the morning sun.

“I don’t see a reason to. Unless Derpy REALLY wants to go to work?” He and his wife exchanged glances quickly. But Derpy’s mind had already been set the moment when snow hit the ground. She was a professional, by all accounts, but professionals have standards. Her standards didn’t include snow. She naturally flapped up into Anon’s grasp and locked onto him with arms around his neck.

“Right then. Hunker down.” Anon shut the door firmly, carting his mare in one arm and scratching himself with the other.

“Bubby? What happened to your finger?” Derpy asked from her nest of muscle and man just as he collapsed onto the couch.

“This?” He asked, flexing his raw and red bandaged fingers. Umbra twitched at the implication, quickly hoping he wouldn’t endict her for the act. Pushing Anon too far had already proven quite disastrous for her. No one could guess the carnage Derpy would reek on the bruised Queen if she knew the damage her husband had suffered.

“It’s the craziest thing. I went downstairs to do my work out, right? And wouldn’t ya know it, a ‘coon was hiding in the basement.” Derpy lay across his chest and belly like melted cream on a pie, but still rose to attention with his story.

“A ‘coon?”

“Mh-hm. Big ‘ol raccoon. Bit me right in the hand when I was getting him out.” Derpy’s rudimentary mind processed the information and slowly turned it all into images for her to picture. A laborious process that left even Anon sweating in anticipation. Her nose scrunched and her wings fluttered in the strain of such intense thinking.

“What about the cut on your lip?” She squeaked, gently poking his mouth where an obvious and raw split parted his flesh.

“Raccoon did it.” A further moment of thinking put both her housemates on edge, like a pot that threatened to boil over.

“Raccoon got your face? But Bubby, that don’t make no sense. I gotta fly to get to your face, it’s too high up! How would-” Her husband acted quick and seized her cheeks in his palms, squishing them up and down and all around.

“MMPH, FPPPT, ANON!” She squealed in a wiggle of messy flails and giddy yips.

“Mushy. You’re worrying about nothing. Relax, why don’t ya?” She laughed and pushed through his facial assault in a ram of affection. Her silky and warm lips found his once again for a slight smooch.

“How about some breakfast? That oughta' get everyone happy and warm, right?”

“I guess so, Bubby.” Derpy replied with the dopiest of grins a mare could have. She straddled her man’s torso still, refusing to move at first.

“You promise that bad ol’ raccoon isn’t in the basement anymore?” She murmured, inspecting his painful digit with unfocused eyes.

“Hundred percent. Won’t happen again.” The human replied, not so subtly eyeing up Umbra. The charcoal Queen rolled her eyes at him, thankful to be spared the wrath of a silly mare but unwilling to let him win.

“Well alright… I believe you.” The wifely mare took her husband’s hand in her wing tips for a quick and soothing smooch to help heal the torn flesh below.

“There! Now it’ll get better faster.”

“Right on, Baby.” Her human lifted himself from the couch and set her down in his spot to keep it warm. Derpy snuggled in against the pillow he had used, embracing it like it were a substitute Anon. His back turned on the pair of ponies lounging in the living room, both still in view from the kitchen but totally inaudible. Umbra watched him go all the while, marveling at his mesmerizing legs. She caught herself watching them work, fixated as one would be by a complex mechanism in motion. Bit by bit, she could almost see what appealed to Derpy. Though she still assumed only Derpy, in her “unique” ways, could actually marry a human. Especially one like Anon.

She herself couldn’t imagine what a husband like him would be. Someone constantly challenging her, pestering her, irritating her. She pictured him like a fly in her face, one that wouldn’t be swat down easily and never took a hint. But a certain part of her mind, tucked away in the very back of her thoughts and screaming its lungs out, also painted a terrible picture of affection and care. Images of the wedded pair locked together in love and safety burned into her mind until Derpy quickly faded out and turned into herself. Yellow replaced with flowing black, curvy grey transformed to squishy charcoal and that idiotic smile overtaken with Umbra’s own toothy grin.

The idea of rubbing her scent into his clothes and skin blurred her vision and sent powerful shivers through her body. He would be hers, marked for all to discover wherever he went. He would say-

“I’m loyal to Umbra. She’s my wife. I do everything for her.” Like a good servant. He would be better to her than the best trained slave could ever hope. He’d treat her like she deserved to be. A Queen, one above all other mares in the world. It tickled her deeply and quickly wiped off the sharp frown from her snout. Twitching lips resisted a smile, but only through intense concentration. The pent up emotions nearly burst from her face when she attempted to crush them back down, waking her from the boring doldrums of lazing around.

“Umbra?” Derpy called out from the couch, resting her neck on a pillow.

“What is it, child?” Umbra spat with her usual venom faltering.

“Why’re you angry all the time?” Such an innocent question, but one that the Queen never thought of. The words bounced about in her skull for a moment or two before they even began to make sense.

“I am angry because…” She started just before losing every word she intended to say. An entire argument dissipated the moment Umbra attempted to piece it together, having to scramble for another avenue of explanation.

“I was sealed in a glacier for a hundred years. Only for my plans to run afoul because of a baby dragon hardly capable of modest calligraphy.” Derpy stared as if she didn’t quite get it. Try as she did, the pudgy mare struggled to pass her words through a fog of ignorance.

“How come?” Umbra snapped her eyes to the silly little mare.

“Why’d they put ya in the ice? Being mean is bad, but freezing a pony is REALLY mean.”

“You’re telling me, child.” The unicorn answered, her fangs glimmering with the dancing fire light.

“I wanted what they had. Power, fame and fortune. All was supposed to be mine.”

“Not a stallion?” Derpy blurt rudely. The Queen flinched, her question striking right at her belly with an icy spear of indignance.

“A stallion? Pfuh! No use for them. I am a Queen. That is good enough.” She could see in Derpy’s eyes the calculation of a response. Some internal wires must’ve crossed or a nerve blown somewhere in her brain, for Derpy’s next sentence seemed poorly chosen.

“That wouldn’t make me angry. I’d be really sad!” The simple mare’s words struck home in the center of Umbra’s being. A lurch of energy hit her from within like the bolts of a ship bursting inwards with water pressure. Something wasn’t quite right. How could Derpy be making a point more sophisticated than a foal’s ramblings? Umbra’s face visibly softened into one of distinct vulnerability, the absolute worst expression she knew how to make.

“I mean, stuck in ice with no hubby to keep me warm? Or make me soup? Or give me rump bumps?” Images of such travesty deeply bothered Derpy. So much so that the mare had to banished the very notion from her mind before it caused her further discomfort.

“Kinda makes sense why you’d be so grumpy all the time.” The sorceress reacted quickly but didn’t think her words through.

“Bah. Stallions and I do not mix. They’ve always feared my intellect and never look beyond their own small minds.” She let such a thing slip, only to regret it milliseconds later. Derpy’s ears perked in a bright curiosity.

“Umbra… have you never had a colt friend before?” Deadly silence gripped the pair, cracking the Queen like pottery hitting a wall.

“What of it, peasant?”

“That’s crazy… what’s a mare supposed to do without a coltfriend?”

“I gain colossal power through ancient magic and craft intricate plans to exact my will.”

“But who's gonna look at the plans? And who's back would you rub with your magic if you don’t have a hubby?”

“It is for myself. For I am the only one I need to please.”

“You give back rubs to yourself?” She was answered by a discontent growl.

“Derpy. I believe you and me are misunderstanding one and other.”

“But I understand you just fine?”

“Do you, child?” Umbra huffed, pinning her ears to her skull under the harsh questioning.

“Of course I do. Being alone is just the worst, what’re you supposed to do when things go bad? Who’re you supposed to turn to?” Wheels spun in Derpy’s mind and clicked together between her ears in simple mechanisms. Ideas sprung forth half formed, but in such a way that made Derpy pop a smile. Her rolling eyes locked onto Umbra as best they could in a somewhat threatening posture.

“I have an idea!”

“This is a most startling development.” Umbra lied. Derpy wheeled about on her hind legs until she faced the kitchen, flapping her wings in utmost excitement.

“BUBBY!” She called out, flicking her tail from side to side.

“Yeah, Baby?!” Anon answered with equally absurd volume.

“I know what’ll make Umbra happy! And it’s not even killing you, like she always says!” Umbra lifted her sleepy head from her pile with an air of concern hovering about her features. She watched Anon return with skepticism painting his face.

“Oh yeah? How’d you come up with that?” Derpy inexplicably chose to whisper it to him in a hushed nuzzle in his ear. She spoke a surprisingly long string of words and babbles, all the while giggling and smiling with joyful energy.

“No.” Her husband replied, turning to leave.

“Bubbyyyyyyy!” Derpy chided, taking hold of his shirt tail in her teeth.

“No, Baby. I ain’t doin’ that.” Anon pressed more firmly, pulling his garment from her maw.

“Please Bubby? Just give it a chance! I promise she won’t throw stuff at you again! If she does, I’ll just get in the way!” The pony begged, literally bouncing on her hooves. The cushions squeaked and moaned as she did, the increasing speed of her little hops demonstrating the severity of her need.

“No, Mushy.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“PLEASE?!”

“NO.” Anonymous had made his point clear, but Derpy was far more driven than one would give her credit for. She sniffled and scrunched her snout in a shrinking display. Her wings tucked tightly against her sides and her ears fell downwards with heart rushing weight.

“Snf… snrk… okay Anon. That’s alright.” She murmured, wiping her clumsy eye with a hoof. Umbra could see the human collapse like a brick wall. The moment noises of sadness hit his ears, the poor man was weak and pliant to his wife’s ridiculous wills.

“Oh Baby, c’mon!” He groaned, reaching down onto the couch and abducting the tearful mare.

“Stop it now! Don’t cry! You know I hate that mess!” He blubbered, genuinely cradling his grown wife like she were some newborn. Derpy continued her emotional assault in jamming her face into the fold of his neck.

“SNF! W-will you do it then? Won’t you at least give it a chance?”

“Fine, fine! Just enough with the tears baby, jeez!” The man begged with loving fingers combing over the warm hill of Derpy’s rotund belly. His goofy wife instantly stabilized and smiled once more like the fire had come back to her heart.

“Great! Is breakfast done?” She chirped, eagerly smooching his nose. The defeated human could only sigh.

“Just lemme put the final touches on and we can start this.” He replied, the dread heavy on his voice. Umbra shifted uncomfortably in her place while her hosts made their noise. Unsure of what terrible wave was about to crash down on her, the charcoal mare was only consoled by the singular notion that it couldn’t possibly be worse than Anon’s previous little outburst. She waited quietly for a moment until both returned with terrible tools in hand. Anon with breakfast bagels and Derpy with a brush.

“I do not like this.” Umbra interjected whilst the two surrounded her. Anon knelt by her side and placed her massive helping in front of her, the smell of butter, poppy seeds and warm bread helping to distract from Derpy landing opposite of him.

“Don’t you worry, Umbra! Anon gives the best back rubs in town!” The realization sent her harsh gaze straight to the man’s face. He appeared just as fearful as her, though for clearly different reasons.

“Back rub? What are you, mad?!” She moaned in exasperation.

“Yeah, Derpy. You mad or something?” Her husband accused, only to be answered by a slight laugh from his silly wife.

“Of course not! No mare out there can be made when they get a back rub, right Bubby?” The human found himself far more concerned with the glare Umbra was giving him. Despite showing her true colors just this morning, he was still quite weary of putting his hands on her. She showed her pearly fangs, as if to remind him of what they were capable of.

“Don’t you dare, human.” She hissed, Derpy nodding in defiance.

“Do it, Hubby.” One clearly trumped the other, in Anon’s mind. When commanded by Derpy, even his own safety was totally out matched by her wants. If she wanted, he was obliged by the thrashing tides within to do as she wished. Thusly, his good hand reached out firmly and quickly to grasp Umbra just below her shoulders. The surprisingly loose skin there moved in fluid and soft motions with his pressure, creeping and stroking around his intrusion.

She twitched and bucked, but then quickly fell into a state of silent acceptance. Her teeth sank back behind her lips, her eyes struggling to stay open under his influence.

“Augh… s-stop, human… stop.” She murmured, her tiny voice carrying just far enough for no one to hear. Anon worked his skills in relaxing the mare, combing through the silky pelt until he reached just above her tail. Running against the grain of her ebony fur, his fingernails raked downwards and into the sensitive skin. He could feel the prey animal response of such a crawling scratch, twitching muscles just beneath the surface quivering and tensing at first. It took quite a hard rub down to get her to full recline, most mares not nearly as defensive as Umbra could be. Red pupils skewered him with their laser focus, never giving him a moment to take a breath as he touched her.

“Rrrrg…” She groaned, flexing and working her squishy limbs. Submission washed over her, consuming her body and commanding it to move. Each stroke and scratch and rub drove her mad in delight. Like a spell had been cast over each muscle and joint, the very fiber of her being unwound from the near eternal bunch she was.

The tension leaked out of her open mouth, lidded eyes and flaring nostrils. It was clear to her now, even if she didn’t have words to put the thoughts into. Umbra could now never truly go back. Her previous mentality lay obliterated and turned to sand under the influence of this unlikely pair. The mare couldn’t even muster a growl when Derpy began to gently brush the knots and kinks out of her monstrous mane.

“See, Bubby?”

“Guess it really does work on ANY mare.”

“I told you! She loves it!” Derpy squeaked, running the brush and her own hooves through the gigantic body of black Umbra carried about. The innumerable little fibers were perfectly soft and fragrant, smelling subtly of mellow coffee and fruity lavender. Anon’s arms sank up to this elbows when he pushed up to her neck and bathed in her locks of oddly welcoming mane. A surreal experience, to rub down a murderous Queen until she was nothing but a barely conscious puddle on his floor.

She was so incredibly soft in every facet of her body. Her neck scrubbed against his palms with downy and pillowy grace. Her shoulders and sides mushed under the slightest pressure, as if his hands were massaging jello instead of mare. Her hips were especially absurd, the meaty and girthy nature of her haunches perfecting a feminine shape. Her tail flicked and covered her genitals from his view, but Anon could tell she was positively plump below her pelvis. Mushy and squishy cheeks clenched and shook when he scratched dutifully above her dock.

“Like a big baby… are you okay, Umbra?” Derpy chuckled, looking down upon the flabbergasted face below.

“Nng…” Was all she could choke out in her state of delirium. Derpy and Anon shared a smile, one that prompted Derpy’s gleeful smile.

“Oh! Do her belly, now! That’ll seal the deal!” Anon was still quite slow to follow his wife’s commands, but he ultimately didn’t have a choice in the matter. Umbra made no noise or movements of resistant when the powerful man took her by the hind legs and rolled her over. The sorceress flopped into place with a most unbecoming jiggly, all four legs hung in the air and her teats clapping slightly.

Both Anon’s hands attacked her gut, stroking and loving and relaxing her underside with trained grace. Her fur was even thicker there, like the bottom of a fuzzy cat. His fingers could disappear entirely below the carpet of fragrant pony fluff, and her stomach visibly curved around each one of his digits. Her heart rate was steady and smooth against his fingers, pulsing through thick veins and thumping against his palm like the tick of a clock.

Derpy’s diligent brushing left Umbra’s curly and full mane smooth and shiny. Billows of fluff had to be literally combed through, but Derpy was more than used to such a procedure. Anon had witnessed his wife and her weekly book club brush each other for hours on end during particularly heated discussions. Most of the dark cloud had been gone through by this point, leaving an ocean of black around Umbra’s face.

The poor Queen stared helplessly into the ceiling with breath rushing through her snout. Her legs grasped onto Anon’s arm when he rubbed particularly low on her tummy, locking him near her warm and fleshy nipples jealousy. She wanted him to touch them, she needed him to give her that last bit of satisfaction. The murkiness of her mind pressed any concern for Derpy from her thoughts. Her carnal, simple and ancient self wanted to have the full experience a human could give her.

It was a good effort, but a failure in the end. She couldn’t possibly hold his strength with her fluffy thighs no matter how hard she clenched. He could tell, of course. But he would not be slowed. Anon brushed through her tummy fluff and all the way to her chin in slow strokes of bustling power. She could simply not believe what was happening to her, how a single human could blast her out of her own mind through his talented affection.

His hand left her sprawled form behind, but she didn’t mind anymore. Everything flowed like a babbling creek through a peaceful wood. Such perfect silence within her mind, the chorus of shrieking voices that berated her with shame and anger calmed to a low murmur. Her nirvana had been found, completely laid out under the ministrations of two peasants armed only with a brush and a pair of hands.

“There, ya happy now?”

“Mh-hm! Umbra looks like a million bits, Bubby!” Derpy took brief flight from her spot next to Umbra back to the couch and gracefully took up her warm spot. She fluttered her eyes towards the human crouching over the poor Umbra in an act of most loving invitation.

“C’mere, Bubby. I wanna lay on you some more.”

The house lay dormant in a state between absolute peace and deathly silence. Snow covered and shivering with internal warmth, the timbers of the quaint home shielded all within from the harsh blizzard. Umbra found for the first time in many decades that was content to lay and bask in the fire. No scheming, or plotting or brooding. Just the joy of a body reclined and the warmth of company in the air. Derpy and Anon lay on the couch nearby while everyone ate and lazed around through the ticking hours.

The weak sunlight blasted through the thick clouds above until the evening brought the streaming beams down to a trickle. Just the slightest ambient brightness outside could shine through the windows of the house. Anon had at least dug books out of the basement in boredom, allowing him and Derpy to pass time while Umbra pretended to be dead on their floor.

Anon would’ve enjoyed such a night. No more biting or yelling or drama. Just the best Equestria could offer a human like him. He would’ve been content and happy… had it not been for his wife scooting up his body and pushing the innocent human’s book down. They met gazes in a bonding twist of devious mare and tired human. His dull eyes, glazed over from hours of reading, were far outmatched by the golden irises rolling around in lidded sockets.

“Mushy.” He greeted, running fingers through her silky soft mane. Her scent stuck to his palm and fingers in marking wipes of love, her own body madly wanting to claim him as her own personal lover boy. She didn’t need to say a word in the awkward shuffle her squishy legs and wide hips did. Derpy sauntered up his mountainous figure until her soft snout bopped against his nose, bringing both close enough to taste the other’s breath.

“Hi Bubby.” She chirped quietly, never once taking her good eye away from his face. Anon adjusted slightly, just enough to keep her ham of a thigh from mashing his jewels.

“Hi Mushy.” He answered, bringing both hands to her hips for a trained and well practiced cuddling. Derpy had spent long enough lounging on him, now she needed the full treatment. It was the natural order of things, after all. If the guest of the house got a full pet-down from Anon, it only made sense that the top mare got her sugar as well. She ravenously sought out her righteous entitlement, kissing Anon with noisy pecks of adoring speed.

“Mwauh! Mwuah! Mmmmmmwauh!” She cooed repeatedly in the embrace of her husband. He held her steadfast and rubbed over the rolling hills she called her rear without skipping a beat.

“You think Umbra will mind the noise?” Anon asked into Derpy’s nose, their eyes falling onto the motionless Queen as she slept next to an open book and an empty plate once populated by snacks.

“She can see if she wants.” Derpy answered, pressing her head to his with both love and authority. Anon couldn’t resist the chuckle bubbling up from his chest.

“Taking charge, Mushy? Feeling like top mare?” She couldn’t nod, but he could tell she was deathly serious about asserting her position. Even if she didn’t have words to put to her actions.

“I wanna love on my Bubby.” She squeaked, flapping her twitching wings in spasms of enjoyment. Anon’s hands grasping onto the meaty handles her rump provided sparked all manner of reaction in her simple mind. Least of which, the dripping between her rotund thighs.

“I wanna love him. Right now.” She pushed her face into his without coordination or control, like a train ramming into the station. The human naturally accepted her intrusion with a snicker and a squeeze around her writhing barrel.

“Gimme kisses, Bubby.” She commanded, stealing swipes and licks from his lips before his body turned on her. The mare found him turning onto his side and pinning her shoulders tightly against the back of the couch. Derpy had been locked into a tight coffin of upholstery on one side and a wall of muscle on the other. The entire time, she was kept plenty busy contending with his lashing tongue invading her mouth.

Whimpers and moans and gasps became suppressed underneath Anon’s powerful frame. Nothing could escape, but more importantly, nothing wanted to escape. Derpy utterly submitted to his masculine ministrations in body and mind within seconds. Her thoughts blanked out into a lull of accepting nothingness bent on feeling every ridge and texture in his maw. Her body melted into a limp mess of limbs, fur and feathers that her husband eagerly grasped between scissoring arms. She was both helpless and beyond safe, the most secure spot in all Equestria belonging to Derpy.

She knew with total certainty that in her cage of muscle, bone and man that nothing could touch her. Locked tight in the brace of ever increasing lust, it was only Anon she had to contend with. And naturally, this was no issue to the chubby mare. She eagerly wrapped her forehooves about his neck and brought his face in close for a more thorough kissing. All the while, her sensitive teats brushed up and down on the tingling fabric of his shirt and shorts. Expert tweaking and tickling he never even intended to give her.

Her song of pleasure and satisfaction grew higher and higher in pitch before she broke away from the tangled tongues their slobbering bond had become. Both sucked for breath in the heady and thick fog of Derpy’s musk, her scent of need clouding Anon’s mind.

“You wanna take this upstairs, baby?” He asked in a hushed groan. Derpy nodded weakly, squeaking for him to hold her. He did just as we asked, cupping her cheeks in one arm and her shoulders in the other. The mare compressed tight against him and sopped his shirt with her rapidly growing rainfall of needy fluids. If ever there was a time that Derpy was ready, this was it. The walk was mercifully short, just a stride up the stairs before she found herself tossed into the nest and assaulted by him once more. Clothes were instantly banned from the bed, Derpy savagely tearing them from his body in wild bites and uncoordinated nips. Had it not been for Anon jerking them off at his own pace, she would’ve only covered him in more slobber and fur.

Both stark naked, panting and staring one and other in the eye, Anon took hold of her shoulders.

“Tonight, you first.” Derpy gladly accepted such a statement and bent to his whim. Her rump raised while her head lowered onto a perfectly placed pillow. Another few were stuffed under her legs, allowing her somewhat round and bulging belly to have ample support. A mare like Derpy couldn’t have been expected to stand upright during her entire sugar-time. Sprawled out on her pile of cushions, the waiting girl squirt a vagrant piddle of her excitement onto the bed spread.

“Guaaaah… NNF!” She gasped, locking up at the initial contact of Anon’s lips to her own. The sweet, sopping and sticky fluids pouring out of her winking opening absolutely floored her human. The flavor of sweet and salty tangs that sparked excitement on the tongue drove him mad each and every time he dipped into her honey pot. The flowing nectar gushed with each and every little lick, making sure that no single second passed without Anon half drowning against her rear. His face gravitated in tighter and tighter between her squishy cheeks as she was feasted on, Derpy’s most lurid of fantasies bursting to life just behind her. His arms snapped upwards and grabbed into her foal bearing hips madly as her husband pressed his face hungrily against her rear. Every feature sank into her squishy behind and found no discomfort in the ample cushion she provided.

Her puckered and flexible tailhole rested and twitched against his nose while he madly sucked on her meaty opening, imparting her most potent of musks. An earthy and raunchy creep that Anon desperately craved whenever the mood to breed so struck him. He knew it to be hers, but a version that stank of perversion and animalistic lust. All of her sensitive nethers scrubbed and molded to him like rubber, sputtering from her boiling hot depths an elixir of mare cocktail that he drank without question or hesitation.

The gasping, groaning and kicking mare bit her lip to keep tethered to reality, but futility quickly set in once she felt his probing tongue pressing and slathering against her inner canal. She could not fight her nature, the simple mare ficking her tail madly and bucking back into his face with neck-breaking force. He grunted and moaned into his cover of pony rump, but was more than resilient enough to tolerate her backwards beating.

Especially when he was rewarded with a splashing geyser of her affection. A sudden hydraulic burst of pleasure that flowed from deep within’ her belly. The fountain had nowhere to go but from her clenching tunnel to his mouth in a straight shot of unbroken lovers. An airtight seal kept most of her yellowish and musky fluids locked between them, but the sheer pressure of it made sure that at least some would stain the bed spread. An explosive release like that consistently created thick drippings of equine mess that ran off of Anon’s chin.

He laboriously pulled off of her devastated rump with her sugary flavor and her funky aroma painting his face with a thick coating. He sure a shower would hardly put a dent in the pure scent of it all, but it hardly mattered. Anon quickly found that Derpy was nowhere near exhausted by her orgasm. In fact, the shuddering and gasping mare quickly recovered and pushed her husband onto his back. A rare moment of control flashed in her gaze, spelling out her truest desire plain as could be.

“Gimme babies, Bubby.” She grunted, sucking for breath and mashing slurping lips against his girth. He barely found the strength just to nod.

“I wanna have your babies. Lots of ‘em. I wanna be full of your foals, Anon!” She whined, mashing on his hips harder and harder as the seconds ticked by without him cramming inside her.

“I wanna be a big Momma and have all your pretty colts and fillies, Bubby!” He hissed as her scrubbing marehood aggravated his already needy and desperate length, his hands grasping each side of her behind to stop the assault on his mind.

“Okay, okay! Y-yeah! All the babies you want! Just put it in already!” He barked, veins straining in his neck from the boiling pressure within. Derpy fumbled only for a moment or so before she felt the familiar rod sinking right inside. Hardly any resistance stopped his rightful entry, only a wet and lurid “slurp!” accompanying Anon’s penetration.

“Guh! Criminy!” He gasped and strained, crushing her soft chub between his fingers. His mare likewise lost any semblance of grace or dignity the moment his pulsing head nudged her cervix.

“MMMPH! Y-yes, yes! Just like that, Bubby!” She crooned, arching her back and slapping her broad end against his hips. She rode with an uneven and panicked pace, working more with the feel rather than any rhythm. Her jiggly hips and buttocks clapped together noisily as the two worked together in the dark room they called a nest, a staccato of whines, hisses and grunts.

“Anon feel so GOOD! EEK! Gimme more, Bubby!” She smiled broad as possible and met his eyes with her own once more. Anon was struggling to keep up with her, his sexual stamina challenged again by his wife’s obsessive style of breeding. He was never given a moment of rest, the very moment of entry starting the mad race to insemination. She yearned wildly for his gushing seed to sow her gardens with generations to come.

“Easy, woman! Guh! You’re beatin’ me to death!” Anon warned from underneath a deafened and dauntless mare. She couldn’t care less that he was stretched beyond his means and totally unadjusted to riding of this caliber. Normally Derpy was more than happy kneeling under her man and allowing him to do what came naturally. But tonight, she just couldn’t help herself. She desperately needed to feel the “WHAP” of her buttocks against the thick meat of his thighs. Derpy NEEDED to have his entire length buried within her, drilling her uterus with an unreasonable force.

Her suckling lips and crushing caverns milked him well and good, draining all the stamina from the poor human before too long. Just as she began to feel the burn in her underdeveloped muscles, a boiling eruption spurned her to bury him deep as he could go. Right to his very root, she could feel his testes pumping the sacred dose into her belly.

“ECH! GHK!” Anon huffed through grit teeth as his climax fired off within his wife. Ropes of alabaster crashed within her guts and filled every crevice within her. Sticky and stringy white rushed to fill even the tightest void within the mare and fruitlessly probe for fertile ground. Incompatible genes mixed together in a toxic soup of man and mare, one that was wasted in a gush onto the bedspread. Derpy had grown too full and pressurized, forcing Anon out at the very last second and splattering their combined loves onto the sheets. The sweet smell filled the entire room with its presence, lulling each into a sleepy trance. Poisonous fumes of passionate loving helped Derpy to collapse over Anon in a shapeless mass.

His wife became embraced in the palace of his arms once again like a righteous Queen sitting atop her throne. Perfectly placed and ruling over her domain, Derpy licked her husband’s chin.

“That one felt like twins, Bubby.”

“Yeah, yeah, Baby.”

“I bet this is the one. This time, we’ll have our little foals.”

“Of course.” He gasped, knowing better. Anon shrouded them in a cover of blankets, allowing the billowing musk to built up for a layer of heat in the cool house. Derpy couldn’t take her eyes off him, grinning ear to ear pridefully.

“Pretty, pretty foals. Just as pretty as you.” He comforted, earning a kiss on the neck for his efforts and a mare against his belly.

“I love you, Anon.” Derpy hummed, closing her rolling eyes for a well deserved rest. Anon knew it was hardly late in the evening, but he too felt a nap wouldn’t hurt anyone. His eyes drifted shut as well, spinning out of reality and into the inky blackness of sleep. Today, he made progress. Today, he got to lay around and not worry about work. Today, he earned himself a restful night with his mare.

Tomorrow, hopefully he’d do it all again. And still keep all his fingers.