Author's Note

This chapter contains explicit, bisexual acts of human on pony sex. After several re-writes it's still sloppy. Thanks for the constructive criticism so far, it means very much to me.

So Close.

So Close.

Morning came, bringing the same lull of inactivity. Derpy, Anon and Umbra grew more and more bored as the time kept ticking forward. Nothing seemed to be happening all at once. Records, books and food failed to bring some fun into the atmosphere. Even burning things in the fireplace brought no levity to the group, Umbra especially frustrated by the blizzard’s boring air.

Perched by the window and freshly fed with warm breakfast, the dark Queen stared out over the scape of melting white and sloshy snow. She hadn’t said a word all morning, keeping herself robed in blankets and ignoring the pair behind her. Anon had dressed up for a trek in the cold, piling more wood on the fire and getting harassed by his mare.

“But Bubbyyyyyyy!” She whined, taking hold of his pants in her teeth.

“Shush, Mushy.” He scolded.

“I can’t go without coffee.”

“But the stalls won’t even be open!”

“Doesn’t mean I can knock on the guy’s door, right?” She whined and hopped up onto his shoulders, attempting to weigh her husband down with her pudgy body.

“Anon it’s too cold! Humans don’t have no fur, how will you survive?!” She winged endlessly into his ear, Anon having to peel the wiggly woman off his back like a gnarly bandaid.

“Chill, honey. I won’t be long.” He grunted, taking hold of her under her arms and bringing her in for a kiss. Derpy resisted at first, but quickly found that her man’s adoring embrace melted away any concern. She flopped against him and nuzzled hard into his neck.

“It’s just getting some coffee grounds. Won’t be more than ten minutes.” The man combed through her mane with his fingers, relaxing his wife as best he could. She whined and attempted to burrow into his jacket and act as his personal body warmer. Sadly, Derpy was placed squarely on the couch.

“Keep an eye on this one. Won’t be long.” Anon huffed, waiting until Derpy nodded in confirmation before turning himself around and going out the door. The snow was still up to his hips in depth, his trek slowed by the painful process of blowing through it and the heavy jackets keeping him warm. The gray pudge hopped up onto the same platform as Umbra’s sulking figure, watching him go through the window.

“Hey! Hey you, jerkwad!” He shouted to the sky, flagging down a weather pony who was none too happy with his address.

“Who you callin’ a jerkwad, monkey-man?!”

“What’s with all the snow?! You idiots gotta parse it out, man!”

“Eat my flank, furless!”

“Eat MY flank!” They bickered back and forth as Anon walked, Derpy huffing in need until the window fogged up. Umbra kindly wiped it with a blanket covered hoof, turning to face her host.

“Your affection for him is… enchanting.” The sorceress whispered. Her compatriot ruffled her wings and kept her ditzy eyes focused as best she could on the figure slumping his way into town.

“He’s my Bubby.” Was all she really had to say, twisting Umbra’s face into a rare smile. A smile birthed not from guile, devious intent or any condescending hatred. Strangely, she felt a genuine grin cross her snout, one that came only from warmth and care. It used to sicken her to think of such sappy, gushy things. But exposed to the undying love pouring out of Derpy, Umbra soon discovered she admired it.

A devotion similar to her own, if not perhaps misplaced. Like she hungered for power and control, Derpy ravenously craved the love of her husband. She had witnessed the drive up close time and time again, a single minded pursuit that drove her to doggedly chase Anon. Umbra thought, for a brief moment at least, if she were as maddly driven as Derpy she wouldn’t have been thrown in a position like this.

“You… you are admirable in your love, Derpy. This I must admit.” The yellow maned mare pinned her ears back in slightly confusion, turning her head but flicking her eyes back to the horizon without fail.

“Did you just say something nice?”

“I suppose you and your husband have finally gotten your hooks in me.” Derpy felt befuddled and gleeful at once, an emotional cocktail her goofy mind was all too used to. She lightened her expression of concern, grinning to the green eyed Queen seated before her.

“I’ve been thinking, child.”

“What about?” Derpy questioned, scooting until her haunches bumped into Umbra’s. The ebony woman flinched at the touch, but quickly melted in submission.

“About you and your human. The life you live… the life I once lived.” She pulled her gaze back to the disturbed snow outside, the sun bathing it with radiant waves of blinding light. She sighed and adjusted herself slightly, slumping against Derpy’s supportive shoulder.

“There is no future for me, not the way I thought.” Umbra admitted, her voice slow and heavy with the burden of defeat and relief. Derpy slung a wing over the mare’s shoulder, embracing her in friendship.

“What I thought I desired, I no longer recognize. Money, power, control- I hardly remember the joy they brought me.” Derpy didn’t quite understand, but wisely kept her mouth shut as the Queen poured her guts out. She figured the more Umbra talked, the better for everyone.

“I cannot lie anymore. I envy what you have. The dominion you rule. It is far from the glamour that I once lusted after, but in a way, it’s glorious. I wish… I wish I could be part of it.” Derpy snapped to attention at that, pulling away from her snuggly compatriot for a moment. She and her exchanged glances, Derpy’s eyes especially surprised and confused.

“Wha- huh? Like a… like a herd?” Derpy gasped, gritting her teeth somewhat at the idea. Umbra stood straight with the posture of an indignant scholar, flipping the bushel of mane from her eyes. She had come so low, that it seemed nothing really mattered anymore. Her position, her old goals, her old drives- none of these vices that had made her the mare she was before would help her now.

Stubborn as she could be, the olden sorceress wasn’t dumb. She understood that the princess’ had pinned her down and left her no choice. Somehow, some way, her last and most formidable obstacle was the bewildered wife sitting next to her now.

“I humbly ask you, Derpy. Will you share your stallion with the likes of me, for the purposes of affection and care?” The dark woman asked with pomp and composure to her tired voice. She lifted her chin as if it were the old ways, when mares competed fiercely to herd up with stallions of political clout or princes of enormous wealth.

Derpy was genuinely stumped, more so than usual. Unlike a math question, or a confusing passage in a book, the words coming out of Umbra confused AND threatened her. She felt pangs in her heart of unassured fear, a sensation like some predator was stalking her from the concealment of dark brush. Her snout scrunched and her ears flicked, the angst consuming her.

“I don’t… that’s… I don’t know.” Derpy answered, earning Umbra’s snicker.

“I understand you are quite ‘attached’ to him. Fear not, I intend to respect the sanctity of your ehm... marriage. Strange as it may sound, coming from me.” Derpy swished the prospect in her mind, but found that its feel and taste never came back quite right. She drew harder and harder breaths as her brain demanded more oxygen to think through this strange proposal.

“I didn’t know you like him.” She mumbled.

“Have I another option? You are the only ones that have shown me kindness in this town, despite my resistance.” Derpy was naturally resistant to her goading tone of voice and charms, but she was equally stuck as Umbra. To deny was to potentially worsen Umbra’s state and fail the mission set on her family by Celestia.

But to accept a herd with her? That would lessen her status with Anon. She would no longer be his one and only. His snuggle-buggle. His pretty, pudgy mare. She’d have to share with Umbra, of all ponies. The pony flared her nostrils at the thought of Umbra getting equal space in the nest with her, the intrusion into her territory flaring up ancient and primordial aggression in the mare’s mind. Umbra could watch each emotion flicker over her face, unsure of what she could say to lessen the tension twisting Derpy’s face.

“I have gone too far, I see.”

“No, no!” Derpy yipped, pulling the Queen closer with her wing.

“It’s just a lot. You know?” Derpy whined, trying to figure out exactly how’d she work out such an arrangement.

“I could… I could give it a try, I guess. You really think a herd with Anon would make you nicer? Nice enough to stop threatening to peel all the skin off his face and eat his heart?” The sinister Queen laughed weakly and fluttered her eyelashes at the concerned and motherly mare she sat with.

“If you will have me. You ARE the top mare here.” Derpy giggled a little, but quickly dropped the slight smile it brought her. She fidgeted in her spot and chewed her lip with the pensive thought a banker might give a risky loan. Umbra waited patiently for her to decide, scooting ever closer until she could nuzzle into Derpy’s neck.

“I beg of you… have mercy on this old Queen. She has nothing left in this world.” Umbra crooned, the pointy end of her crimson horn poking Derpy in the cheek.

“It is either this, or eternal imprisonment. Believe me when I say this, child. I am helpless. Harmless.” Derpy shivered at the Queen’s touch, totally unconditioned to the feel of another mare’s silky soft body.

“Okay. I’ll give it a chance.” Derpy finally spoke, turning stiffly to face Umbra once more.

“But I’ll be watching you.” She hissed, her eyes fixing unto Umbra’s with a startling focus. It was so frightening that even the dark Queen, green and red in the eyes had to pull back in terror.

“If you EVER hurt my Bubby, I will destroy you.” She growled, the voice creeping out of her lips completely different to her normal squeak. A grown mare spoke now, clearly articulating with a tyrant’s power.

“I will break every single bone in your body and make it look like an accident. When they put you in the ground I will be there. Laughing. And no one will ever know it’s me who broke you in half. Do you understand me?” Umbra swore she could feel a slight squirt from her nethers below. A twinge of excitement from the domineering mare hiding just behind the visage of silly old Derpy. She huffed in flustered excitement, nodding weakly.

“Yes.” Derpy’s eyes instantly unfixed and rolled about in their sockets, both of them drawn to the door by a sudden burst of noise.

“BAH! What a mess, man!” Anon barked, carting his precious coffee in his arms and soaked to the bone with melted frost. He put his things on the counter and ripped his heavy clothes off, stripping down to his boxers alone so he could rid himself of the freezing moisture that turned his jacket into a freezing weight crushing on his shoulder.

“Gah, Jesus! Baby, you were right. That was an awful idea. Colder than a witch’s…” His profanity was stopped upon seeing his wife and grouchy housemate huddled together with looks of utter seriousness. He sighed and place his hands on his hips, watching as Derpy’s eyes locked onto his face and Umbra’s on his male girth.

“What’s going on in here? You guys look like someone just died.” He barked, the pair of ponies both wearing expressions that concerned him. Derpy swallowed and stepped off her perch, approaching her husband and placing a hoof on his thigh.

“Bubby… can we talk for a second?” She asked, the words the perfect phrase to put fear in any man’s heart.

They mares sat him on the couch and carefully laid out their painful conversation from before. Gently and affectionately, Derpy pitched the idea to him as Umbra watched. She figured, despite Derpy’s limit vocabulary and habit of simplifying her points, it would be better for him to hear from his wife. Perhaps it would lessen the shock, even if Anon already knew somewhat of her ‘feelings’ toward him.

He sat there with blank expression and sipped his coffee, listening to the words pouring out of his wife’s mouth. Never once did he pick up a smile or a frown, focused intensely on the new information.

“So? What do you think, Bubby?” Derpy finally said, taking his arm into her grasp and pressing against his shoulder. Umbra sat on the other end of the couch, watching with great trepidation. Anon cast unsure glances to her and speared her nervous heart with his judgmental glower.

“Do you have any idea what she’s talking about?” He asked the Queen, Derpy pouting at her ignorant man.

“Anon! I just told you what she said!” She huffed in frustration.

“I won’t lie, Baby. Sometimes when you start talking for a while, you wander off topic. I caught about half of what you were trying to say.”

“What?!” The gray wife moaned.

“Yes… I believe you lost focus around the second tangent concerning your latest dream.” Derpy whapped on Anon’s meaty chest with a hoof, frustrated with both her house mate’s inability to follow her incoherent babble.

“Help me out, woman.” Anon begged Umbra.

“A herd. Me. The gray one and you.”

“Oooooooh. See, now I get it.” Anon said, patting his wife’s back despite her nasty look.

“What say you, then?” Umbra asked, yearning dearly inside for him to agree. She saw his face brighten in welcoming warmth, perhaps opening up to her.

“You’re insane.” Anon answered, Umbra gasping at such harsh words.

“ANONYMOUS!” She snapped, Derpy likewise guffawing at his answer.

“Bubby!” He laughed and shook his head in utter disbelief.

“You’re messing with me, right? Like, this has to be a joke?” Umbra rose to her hooves and snarled at him, hurt and driven far beyond her patience. Her stance did little to dissuade him from laughing maniacally at them both.

“Look at her! Look at that face! She’s totally trying to mess with my head, Derpy!” He poked her snout and enraged the Queen, foolishly taking her fuming countenance as a ruse.

“Must I demonstrate my stance?! Shall I prove to ye how authentic my demands are?!” She barked at him, her increasing volume rattling the timbers of the house.

“Yeah! Why not?!” He laughed, leaning in to match her intense tone.

“Prove it! I DARE you, woman! Make me believe you wanna be in a herd for real! Make me believe you won’t just whip around and bite me in the butt as soon as I turn my back on you! DO IT.” The dark Queen lurched forward and planted her lips to his in order to silence his insolent words. Her chubby legs plowed forward with sufficient force to knock the entire posse from the couch and onto the carpet below.

“MMPH! I have waited too long for this!” She snarled, gasping for breath before diving back in. Her tongue madly dug into Anon’s face and slathered his teeth, painting his maw with her breakfast breath. He kicked and wriggled beneath her, struggling to push the fluffy pony off him. She suffocated the hapless human with her embrace, squeezing hard enough to restrict his breath and moaning so loud his ears rang.

Derpy put her best effort in to save her husband, clearly seeing how overwhelmed Anon had become from the blinded Umbra. Her hooves dug under her arms and pried against her ribs, ripping the smooching slaver from her husband.

“Umbra! Umbra, that’s enough! He gets it!” She shouted, the entire group wiggling around with such a racket that the neighbors grew concerned. Umbra knocked over the coffee table and sent several things crashing to the floor, exchanging the human’s lips for Derpy’s.

“WHOA!” Anon gasped, watching the mare take his wife to the floor in a sopping tango of lip and tongue. She smothered poor Derpy in his mouthy kisses, grasping her head between her hooves for ample leverage.

“You are not safe, either! I will prove to both of you the depth of my devotion!” She barked and went back to kissing the flabbergasted Derpy, whether she wanted it or not. Derpy hardly put up a fight, so taken aback by the sudden affection that her mind drew nothing but a blank. Normally, she was quite a fan of smooches in any case. But from another mare? That was simply unheard of to her! She wasn’t sure what to do, whether to fight and deny it or just accept the soft and plush touch of this wild mare.

Anon made the call for them both, grabbing Umbra by the mane and ripping her suckling mouth from his wife. He had to fight her off of him too, holding her tightly by the neck with both hands.

“ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! Stop the kissing, Jesus Christ!” He gasped, thick droplets of spittle oozing from the Queen’s lips and onto his shirt. She sucked for breath like the rest of them, wiping her sodden lips with a hoof.

“Have I properly proven myself, then?”

Anon drank from his mug with a hand that never stopped shaking. Sat on the floor with a mare on either side of his lap, his mind attempted to unpack the insanity unfolding around him. Umbra, hostile and hateful of his every fiber, had just dropped the bomb on the entire household in perhaps the least graceful manner he could imagine. His wife, equally molested by her rampant “proof,” rubbed her lips with a hoof in constant disbelief of what just transpired.

Their royal housemate had snuggled up against Anon’s side, apparently confident enough in her display to take her place by his side. All were quiet in the crackle of the fire, some still tasting Umbra on their lips.

“So… you really weren’t kidding?” He grumbled, feeling his new herd mate nod against him.

“Okay… Jeez.” He rubbed his face with an exhausted hand stained by the scent of the Queen’s bushy fur.

“Derpy? What did you say?” He asked his wife, who stayed pinned to his side. She shrugged and shared a sip from his mug.

“I said it was okay.” He sighed and carefully laid a hand across Umbra’s shoulders. She shuttered and pressed her snout against his side, scrubbing her nostrils against his rippling muscles and hard ribs.

“Uuuuuugh… you’re killing me.” Umbra snickered and licked his side, forcing a jolt of surprise from him.

“Well? Go on, human. Tell us what you think.” Anon scowled down at, watching the brazen Queen lap a helping of coffee from his mug.

“Will it make you less of a demon?” She nodded simply.

“Will you behave for once?” The mare didn’t answer, pursing her lips pensively rather than providing him with any comforting assurance. The human shook his head and grumbled to himself, squeezing the only good mare in the house tight.

“Don’t make me regret this.”

Umbra took his acceptance of her too far for his liking, but there was little he could say about it. Stuck in the house with little else to do, both his ponies worked out their pecking order. He would lay back with a boring book, just trying to kill time and become beset by needy mares. Derpy was first, used to her normal perch right on his stomach with her head on his chest. But Umbra complicated things, worming her way in against his legs and poking her sharp horn in Derpy’s rump.

She hadn’t shared in such a long time that it felt purely unnatural when another mare rested on her man. The wife would harrumph and attempt pushing her competitor away, only for the Queen to go adjust herself into an even worse position. Her snout never drew far enough away from his crotch, prompting intense bitterness from its rightful owner.

Umbra popped the proverbial cork and let all the pressure within her flow free. Without shame or resistance she poured out over Anon and let her curiosity roam over him. Her huffing sniffs and snorts of his scent drew his sweet maleness over her mind, bringing in the smooth and delicious flavor. He was intoxicating to her, forbidden fruit flavors melding with masculine spice that she was totally unused to. Especially when her sensitive and mushy snout pressed against his limp and sinewy girth through the thin fabric baring her access to it, her entire body quaked sharply.

Derpy, on the other hand, huffed and watched from the corner of his vision. Vigilant to protect her man’s honor, she would subtly beat on Umbra’s face with her tail when she placed noisy kisses on Anon’s bulge. Her efforts were clear in their message, but the simultaneous reveal of her winking lips and puckered behind betrayed her. The Queen quite enjoyed their form and lingering scent, swearing she could pick up her sugary and salty mark on Anon.

The human himself was finding it rather difficult to concentrate. Two chubby mares worth of weight mushed down on his body and a lusty mouth constantly tickling him in the most sensitive of spots. Especially when the pointy tips of Umbra’s fangs grazed across his shaft, his entire body would jerk and jolt underneath her.

“You having fun down there?” He asked with a frustrated huff. She giggled from behind Derpy’s rotund and wide flank.

“No quite yet.” She chirped back, her voice taking an entire new tone that neither of the pair had heard before. No more righteous indignation, only a playful femininity that sent shivers down the spine. A haughty huff, toned by lusty ooze that suckled the scent of his now exposed manhood. He bucked hard enough to almost flip Derpy over when the telltale feel of a warm tongue lapped up the bottom of his bell-end.

“GUH! A little fast, aren’t we?!” He grunted, watching her kiss and lick up the bottom of his shaft.

“Oh please, Anon. I am only making up for my difficulty before.” She crooned, deviously popping his entire head into her mouth. Normally he was no man to deny a mare her fun. But when his wife was fuming with jealousy on his belly, there was tremendous pressure on him to at least do something.

“Umbra, c’mon! Maybe this can WAAAAAIT?!” He groaned and arched his back, her vicious and aggressive slobbering sparking painful tremors of orgasmic bliss through his body. Derpy whined and spun herself about, pushing Umbra off her man’s meat with a hoof. The Queen’s left quite a trail behind in strings of her frothing spittle clinging to the end of Anon’s pounding head. Derpy glared deeply into her lusty eyes, serious as a heart attack.

“Get. Off. Him.” She threatened, pulling his shaft closer to her mouth.

“You’re not doing it right.” The wife gasped before plunging his tip down her snout. She shoved him deeper than she was accustomed to, slurping his pulsing rod past her tonsils and gagging herself.

“NNG! Son of a- STOP!” He commanded fruitlessly. Umbra licked her slick lips at Derpy’s display, watching her take more than she could handle. The poor wife was clearly no porn star, struggling to hold his shaft in her throat longer than a split second. Her own oral flavor washed Umbra’s away so it couldn’t further sully her breeding ground. She pulled back roughly to catch her breath, thankful that her bubbly rump held her writhing human down enough to keep him pliant. Her gushing marehood lathered his bare chest with vagrant squirts of excitement, lacing the entire room with the boiling essence of mare love. Umbra’s own scent soaked into the couch, imparting her fruity and girly stink into its fibers.

“Ooooh, Derpy your skill is most admirable!” She snickered, her heart pounding as her tongue traced up the veiny and twitching length of her new human.

“But allow me to demonstrate the PROPER way that a mare works a stallion.” She had no experience with stallions whatsoever, but nonetheless put herself to work. Umbra slurped his girthy head into her mouth and subjected it to a thorough rub down. Anon twitched and huffed and groaned, forced to endure her snaking and winding tongue.

“RRRG! S-stop! Criminy, have mercy on me, woman!” He moaned, barely putting up a fight to the hungry mares grinding him down to a nub. Umbra’s wiggly and wet tongue lavished his tip with affection and unbridled excitement, quickly growing tired from the feverish work she did. It exhausted her mouth to do this, but her racing mind forbade her from stopping. Derpy marveled at her hunger, exposed to this new side of Umbra and finding she quite liked it. To watch her mouth gulp and slurp on Anon’s erect manhood burned her to the very core with all manner of erotic and furious feelings.

Before too long, she was muscling in again. Mushing Umbra’s snout with her own, she attempted to evict the Queen from her righteous property. She could taste both the sorceress and her husband, groaning as both human penis and mare tongue lashed at her mouth. Umbra pressed down on her snout with her chin, feeding the mare inch after inch of human in the steamy miasma of growing heat.

“There we go. Yes, how appropriate that his wife does the hard work, hm?” She growled and listened to the struggled gagging of Derpy working herself to her limit. Her wings were stiff as wooden boards, fueled by this all new experience that ruined her composure. Umbra hissed and nuzzled between Derpy’s eyes with kisses of goading guidance.

“Finish him. I wish to see what your human can do.” Anon was pushed beyond his endurance the moment he felt the Queen’s tongue lap across his testes. Like a dam breaking and flooding an unsuspecting village, his orgasm burst through his body in thrashing pressure. A release of tremendous volume squirt into Derpy’s mouth and laced her throat with his taste, the seed she so madly craved tainting her tongue. Both her eyes rolled over in their sockets at the flavor, pounding surges through his flesh feeding her rope after rope of delicious seed. She couldn’t help herself, panicked and hungry noises escaping her throat with embarrassing pitch much like her expulsions of gooey affection did her marehood. Umbra adored the sight, total submission achieved just from mouthing this powerful human’s organ.

“Mmph, look at you! Milking your stallion just as a good wife should.” Derpy pulled off with a gaping jaw, slack and dripping with the white leavings of a man most satisfied. Umbra took the opportunity like a scavenger starving for affection, mashing her mouth to Derpy’s and sharing her masculine meal. The mixing of the potent cocktail sent both into a dizzy delirium, sweet sounds of mare moaning and human gasping lacing the minds of all involved.

None could deny the sheer nastiness of it all. How right it felt to be wrong with the new addition to the family. Anon lay panting for breath, sweating bullets as his mares snuggled up higher on his body. Derpy- naturally- sunk her sticky face in the crook of his neck. Umbra nudged her way under his arm, laying her head on his shoulder and invasively painting his skin with the fetid fluids still clinging to her fur. He gripped them both and squeezed their features adoringly, especially the mountain of round and firm fat on either one’s buttocks.

“I… urgh. I do not regret this, yet.”