Author's Note

This chapter contains explicit and rough sexual intercourse between human male and mare. I apologize for the wait.

He Who Hunts, Feasts.

He Who Hunts, Feasts.

“Augh, urg, NNF! C-curse you. Curse you all. Boil in simmering oil!”

“C’mon, chunky! Only a few more steps!”

“UUUUUNGH!” A most displeased, sweaty and worn out Queen sauntered off the dirt path in uneasy motions. Loopy and listing from side to side, her jiggling mass of fat and anger was able to galavant far enough to complete her exercise. And not a single clop further. Her rolls of charcoal darkness collapsed completely at the feet of her diabolical and demented torturer.

“See? Not so bad at all!” He snickered down at her writhing, wheezing figure with utter cruelness in his voice. Anon lowered himself down to sit with her upon the grassy knoll overlooking Ponyville. Brisk wind from the previous snow was still blowing through the rapidly budding branches surrounding them, but all of the flurry had melted away after a short time. Life had sprung back into the land and in some ways, back into the home of Anon and Derpy.

Their newest herd member took some time to get use to and was certainly rough around the edges when it came to affection. Umbra especially struggled with the dynamics of Derpy and Anon’s tight bond when trying to snuggle in on her human. Silently understood to be the top mare, Derpy was always granted first pick of her roost when cuddle time came. Naturally, the grey pudge would always pick the premium real estate and shove herself face first into the crook of Anon’s neck with a bedding of masculine sternum to support her.

Meanwhile, Umbra was forced to find her way around the human’s unusual form. Some parts were quite soft and suitable for her to lounge on, while others were bony hard and bruised her in the night. Though she could always set up on Anon’s other shoulder and share his neck with her herdmate, a flurry of sleeping hooves would always bop her snout when she tried to sleep. Derpy was not a mare she needed to tangle with when time for sleep was upon her.

Over the last few weeks, Umbra had found a spot that at least suited her needs adequately. Pointing her rump at Anon’s face, sprawled out on his side, she could use his meaty thigh as the perfect pillow. The stiff muscles of before were just now disappearing thanks to several nights of deeply peaceful sleep. It was truly the first time her constantly ticking and racing mind knew such a peace. An all consuming warmth that emanated out from her chest and percolated through every layer of her figure until all her mind fixated on was resting her exhausted mind.

At least until Anon ruined it all with his wretched running.

“You still out?” The human asked, stroking his mare’s head with a loving hand. Her massive mane of ebony curls had been tied back into a sloppy bun by his wife, but sprigs and dangles of hair still jutted out from the curve of her skull in sweaty droops. Umbra didn’t respond quickly, still reeling from the absolute strain her body had been forced into.

“Never in my life have I been so mistreated. Anon, your cretinous ways will be the end of me!” She whined and hissed at him, showing her teeth while still accepting his pets. His loving laugh and powerful hands helped her to her hooves, just enough so she could sit next to him. All Umbra’s weight settled on his shoulder, the slouched posture taking the load from her rotund hips and putting it into more capable hands.

“Truly. I am disgusting.” He answered, smooching between her sickly, green eyes. The mare chirped and pressed into his lips, having grown practically addicted to his attention. Without much else to occupy her mind, Anon could see she needed at least some outlet to release her energy. But exercise could definitely be scratched from the list.

“You did good. That was a whole half mile without stopping.” He complimented her as best he could and delivered constant strokes to her bulging sides. Umbra still sucked for breath between her fangs, but slowly calmed to a more stable exhaustion.

“Augh… and you do this every day?” She whined, shivering when his tactile fingers ran along the length of her spine.

“Nah.” He answered, rubbing along the fluffy curve of her belly.

“I wouldn’t be winded for another mile.” She rolled her eyes at the man and let the quiet of the forest consume them. Bathing in the cool, crisp air of the coming spring, Umbra sighed with a mixture of content and conflict. Her mind turned through questions as the pair looked over the quaint town she now had to call home. Lights whimpered in the early evening light, shadows cast by a low sun giving all a warm and dull sheen. Her heart slowed to a constant and easy beat, her skin tingling with the cold where it could touch her.

Basking in the delight of stillness, the dark sorceress turned her eyes to the similarly stoic human. He didn’t sweat near as much as she did, but where the moisture had touched his figure a most masculine and intoxicating scent lingered. The sweet and raunchy aroma moved through and filled her entire face with its tingle, drawing the mare closer without her even realizing it. She rested her chin against his shoulder and spoke softly.

“Anonymous?” He didn’t turn his head, instead only gripping her tighter with the arm slung across her back.

“Yeah?”

“May I ask you a question?” He shrugged his shoulders and allowed her to speak further. Umbra chewed on her words thoughtfully, trying to be certain that her pitch would hit its mark.

“Can I call you… perhaps you would… nevermind.” He snickered again and shook her gently like a babe.

“Pfft, c’mon. You gotta do better than that.” She huffed and attempted to bat away the hand going for her neck.

“Silence. T’was a useless question in the first place.” Her light slaps failed to keep his petting away from her soft underbelly, a gesture of squeezing scratches quickly wearing down her ability to stay focused.

“Oh shut up. Is the mare that bit my finger off really being so coy?” She whined and grabbed hold of his manky hand in her hooves. The digit in question was still quite scabbed over and raw from her less than loving bite. The sight of it ate at her pounding heart like acid, forcing her to kiss the broad tooth marks. Anon flinched slightly at the touch, but allowed her to finish the healing smooch.

“May I call you… I uhm…” She struggled furter, earning Anon’s loving back rubs to help the words along.

“My King. May I call you such?” Anon knew better than to laugh. He had learned from Derpy that a mare rarely joked about this kind of thing. Had it been a stallion, or another human, he would’ve eagerly guffawed at an idea like such. But given the solemn and intense stare skewering his head from the chubby little pony curling against his side, the human thought better than to joke.

“By all means.” Umbra huffed with a sweet relief rushing through her veins that lifted her tail.

“Then, my King, may I ask you something else?”

“Please.”

“When do you plan to tell Derpy?” Anon somehow knew just what “tell” his mare spoke of. The one throbbing, aggravated and raw question he had been pushing back until the last possible moment. The pebble that had rolled downhill until it was a raging snowball. With a stout grumble, the human scratched the stubble lining his chin in thought.

“I dunno. I was hoping to put that off. Maybe adopt a little one when she’s not looking and surprise her.” Umbra scoffed at his idea with a judgemental smile.

“My King would honestly believe such a trick would fool her?”

“Your King kinda does.” Umbra nibbled at his soggy shirt with playful giggles.

“And when she eventually finds out?” He drew a sharp, inward breath at the thought alone.

“Well… not like she can divorce me, right?” Umbra rolled her eyes at the darkness of his answer.

“Pfeh. For all the foolishness you have endured, those corpulent princesses ought to grace you with a pregnant mare!”

“Yeah. The one thing I need is another mare.” She stopped her joking laughter and threw her eyes to his with confusion.

“By the divine, my King? Are you so ignorant?”

“What’re you on about, woman?” Umbra threw the dangling hairs of her mane from her eyes in arrogant arches.

“Perhaps you are unaware of the extent that magic may be used? Maternity is a matter of spellcraft, if one is gifted enough.”

“Dumb it down for me, honey.” Umbra hissed at his ignorance, but complied all the same.

“They could give Derpy the child she desires, if they so choose! Bah, I’m certain that their ‘vast and expansive’ ‘knowledge’ of the arcane could pull off something so trivial.” Silence gripped them once again in the sweet clearing of grass. Anon stared forward into the swishing foliage with nary a sound or move to his body. Umbra pressed tightly into him regardless.

“Aw man… I really hope they don’t know that spell.” He whined, falling onto his back in exasperation.

“Otherwise I might have to start writing some complaints.” Umbra eagerly took up the spot normally hogged by the opportunistic wife of Anon. Sprawling over his chest and facing his grievous expression, she could finally drink in the sensation of his stout heartbeat thumping against her own.

“You accept this revelation with poise, my King.” Anon groaned and let himself flop without a hint of rigidity under the squishing weight of his mushy Queen.

“It’s better for me not to get worked up because it worries people… or ponies. Whatever.” She could positively smell the bubbling energy in his belly, the quickening beat of his heart almost bouncing her entire weight with each pulse.

“Forget them! My King, if your rage grows then express it! What manner of stallion asks permission to be angered when he is wronged?!”

“I freak people out enough, woman. I don’t need to go yellin’ and hollerin’ and carrying on.” She beat on his chest with her hoof in defiance.

“My King. I order you, as your Queen, to express this anger. It is a waste of energy to keep it inside.” She lied, rather excited to see him flip the switch from civilized man to wild beast like he had before. Anon groaned and pushed the mare off of him, standing with a strange fatigue Umbra wasn’t familiar with.

A crushing slowness brought on not by physical exertion, but emotional exhaustion. Anon turned away from her and looked off into the swaying brush nearby with the most sullen of expressions. Then, the proverbial cork burst.

A terrific cascade of hollering, yelling and thrashing broke out in ringing explosions throughout the forest. Surrounding foliage whimpered and shuddered when Anon’s lips spewed forth a tidal wave of expletives, curses and condemnations. Alien words of shrieking rage cut through the air and hit Umbra straight in the face with shocking fright.

Never had she seen such an outburst of concentrated rage and frustration, even from cornered beasts gnashing their teeth and snarling with puddles of enraged drool. The human stomped and kicked and punched all around him, subjecting trees and logs to his flurry of hits that scattered bark and crunched the joints in his hands. She winced at his hits, albeit a reaction that came with other ‘twitches’ in her lower form.

Sitting on the grass, the power of Anon’s rage moved through her and jolted her nethers to action. Squeezing motions simmered inside her belly and moved through her marehood, clenching turning to winking and winking to oozing onto the Earth below. Her heart skipped beats when the dull thwacks of bony knuckles connected to bursting tree trunks, raw strength forcing the rotten fibers to explode out in a satisfying fan. She bit her lip almost to a blood stub, her crimson pupils tracing the exertion of his monstrous frame with every devastating blow and mesmerizing curse.

Hot blood rushed through every tiny vein in his body at insane pressure, reddening his skin and bringing the heat to his face. Growling and snarling, Anon finally turned to face the cowering little pony watching his expulsion of rage. White teeth glimmered in the weak sun, zapping her prey-animal mind with pangs of ancient fear.

“Rrrg… RRRG! That enough for you?! Huh?! You satisfied?!” He barked, the last tails of his boiling rage still stabbing forward with wild abandon. The innate, male energy within him radiated in a poisonous fog around him. Umbra readily absorbed this sickening aura, swept off her squishy belly by his presence. The mare in her instantly submitted, pushing her head down and her tail up.

“M-muh…” She squeaked, helplessly winking herself into a mess before his very eyes. Anon clenched his shaking hands, the catharsis of meaningless shouting having super charged his immediate energy. He stared down at the drooling mare, grunting as he knelt down and snapped his fingers.

“C’mere.” He ordered. She was slow at first, simultaneously skittish near such a capable predator and so sodden between her thighs that standing simply felt embarrassing.

“NOW!” He barked, beating on the ground dominantly. She meeped and hopped to his command, shakily standing before her man with bottomless hunger in her eyes. Her heart pounded within her heaving ribs, brewing in a stew of arousal. Especially when his warm fingers curled around her neck, squeezing gently on the delicate tubes and muscles there.

“My King, I-”

“Shut up, mare.” Anon hissed, pulling her closer to him. Her snout was mere inches from his nose, thumbs stroking on her cheeks and teeth bare in her face.

“I need you to be good and squishy, right now. Don’t be difficult with me, you understand, woman?” His words cut through the air like a sword through fat, his warm breaths tickling Umbra’s snout.

“Mmmph, nng… show me mercy?” His fingers clenched around her neck, squeezing just hard enough to let her know who was in control.

“What I say?” He hissed, leaning forward until poor Umbra was slung out on her back. She lay beneath him and kicked in the air with helpless wiggles of arousal and fear. Her blood ran hot like molten metal, rushing to engorge her lips with puffy thickness and oozing affection.

“I said be quiet, mare. You’ve got work to do.” He snarled and bit into her neck, making sure his gnashing insciscors hit right at her jugular. The mare squealed and squeezed around him in a bid for more. Anon knew well how to play Umbra, by now. After weeks of watching her melt under the slightest show of aggression, it was clear as day what his strategy would be.

Had it not been for Derpy’s intense demand that Umbra “wait her turn” in terms of actual penetration, Anon would’ve eagerly speared her before this. Frustration of dealing with her mess and general desire had become pressurized up until this point and his mind could wait no longer.

She hollered and yipped freely in the forest, each little bite and scratch exciting her mind beyond compare. Even his rubbing, invasive and firm bulge was simply outclassed by the ministrations of his snarling maw. She knew how easy it was for him to utterly ruin her, just one bite separating life from death. Her back legs twitched uncontrollably, the signals blasting from her racing mind sending them into a tizzy of confusion.

Clearly, it had been far too long since she had felt the touch of a stallion. The moment she looked down and felt flesh on flesh contact between them, her marehood simply exploded in delight. Spasms of clenches and erupting fluids interrupted Anon’s attempt to thrust inside her. Her breaths became short and choppy, pounding pleasure surging through her entire form like someone had just stabbed her in the belly.

“My King! OOOH s-stop! I beg you!” She wailed, earning only a series of nibbles on her cheek as consolation.

“Please, please! It has been too long! I can’t-” She was silenced when the first stretch ratcheted through her spine. Tickling intensity rocketed through her unprepared and quivering body as Anon’s girth force its way into her. His throbbing head burrowed into her crushing, pink and slick tunnel with the same ease a breeze would blow through an open window.

“MMPH! NNG!” She gasped and groaned under him, meeting his eyes with helplessness scaring her features.

“Real tough, for a slaver.” He hissed, flexing his hips in the slightest bit to send her into a delirium of moans and squeals. Hardly an inch of him was slurping into her canal, but it was more than enough to shock her system.

“C’mon, woman! Is that all you got?!” He hissed, pinning down her wiggling arms and beginning with easy and shallow thrusts. The mare heaved and whined, unable to rip her gaze from his. Anon looked purely tyrannical from this angle, his flexing muscles and glimmering teeth stabbing at her heart with excitement.

“Shoulda’ done this in the first place! Would’ve saved me the trouble of dealing with your sass!” He didn’t laugh as he chided her, nor did he smile in levity. Rather, his words came punctuated by thrusts into her gooey innards. Umbra yipped and hollered, but tried desperately to suppress herself. It was simply overwhelming to her, the warm fullness of a stallion surging through her so natural and comforting that it startled her very being. The sorceress was unsure of how to even handle the slightest movement within her, all confidence and control melting away like butter on a platter. All she could do was take his quickening jabs and hope her body wouldn’t explode from the pressure within.

“Gonna mess you up, woman! Ain’t nothin’ you can do now!” He snarled and curled his arms about her in a tight brace of supporting muscle. She was pinned firmly in place as his hips began to pound back and forth with clapping music coming from beneath them. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets and her drool pooled on the ground just next to her head. Her mind shut down and her body clenched for the assault descending upon it.

Anon hunched over her and let his work be done with hurried movements. Wet and gooey walls hugged his encroaching girth as it bred new territory and claimed his mare. Scraping against her silky walls, his pulsing manhood throbbed and shuddered inside her joyously. Derpy mave have been the uncontested champion of softness, but Umbra had the edge in tightness.

Almost virginal in her stretch, Umbra’s canal of mare affection mashed down without rhyme or reason. Unlike Derpy’s experienced love, Umbra’s muscles contracted without kneading motions or soothing strokes. Only wild strength guided her movements, desperately grabbing onto Anon and trying to keep him stuck within.

Fruitless as that was, it made for an amazing experience. Anon felt as if he were breeding a funnel, impossible tightness only overcome by animalistic strength. Her breathing became labored and concerningly loud, like someone who was just saved seconds before they drowned. Naturally, submerged in a haze of sexual release, Anon didn’t pay much mind to her needy noises.

“GHK! ACK! MY KI-ING!” She bellowed, forced into a strain staccato by the constant bounce of a stallion’s thrust. Her orgasm was ignored in the furious assault, totally buried under inconsiderate and brutal thrusts. Anon only slowed in the slightest when he felt his own climax begin to creep through his muscles.

His testes pulsed with production and surged forth a mighty tide of white for his new herd mate. Painfully sharp zaps of pleasure pulsed all the way from his “head” to his head, bulging out veins in his neck and testing his composure.

Umbra couldn’t believe how it felt to be bred by a male. The first squirt drenched her insides and flooded past her cervix without halt. Her belly warmed with fiery enjoyment as her most carnal itch was finally scratched in deliveries of thick white. Stringy goodness blasted twice more before a sudden rip of motion left her gaping canal void and dripping. Confused, the mare looked down with tongue hanging out and eyes lazy. Just in time for a stroking maleness to hit her square in the nose with an unbelievably high-pressure jet.

She squeaked but found it impossible to dodge the next two when Anon held her by the mane. His powerful fingers snapped the band holding her mane in place, an explosion of hair coinciding with the bursts of sperm covering her face.

Coming down from such a unique ecstasy took time and consideration. The dark Queen, made pliable and soft by the little “tussle” with Anon, had to be scooped up and carried. She refused to move, understandably drained of all her energy. Anon could see how readily she basked in the feel, constantly stroking her rotund belly with a hoof just as Derpy did the first time they had laid together. Her tongue had tasted his sweet seed and developed a love for it at that very moment, suddenly understanding Derpy’s intense infatuation.

She rode reclined and sleepy in his arms, the flowing locks of her mane curling around his muscles and hanging nearly down to his knees in a river of ebony. Umbra couldn’t help but leak as they walked, forcing Anon to meander through the less populated routes in town. They left a trail of mare and human drippings, but neither seemed to really care. Umbra buried her face in Anon’s firm pectoral, curling up tight until she looked more like a tire than a pony.

Back in their warm home, a welcoming scent of food welcomed the pair back. Anon carted the exhausted mare right to his wife, observing the special meat dinner sizzling in the pan just for him. Derpy fluttered about the stove lazily and with little control, perfectly attuned to her husband's presence the moment he entered her space. She placed a smooch on his lips without greetings of warnings.

“Hey, Baby.” Anon grunted, adjusting the mare in his arms. Derpy kept her content grin and went for another in her needy jabs of affection.

“How’d the run go?” Derpy questioned simply, poking the unresponsive mass of black in the human’s arms. He snickered and shook her slightly, only able to get the slightest bit of gurgles from the dark Queen.

“It’s not her forte.”