Author's Note

This chapter contains rough intercourse between Humans and Mares. Thank you all for the positivity you've given for this story. Truly, I couldn't have asked for a better reception. I hope it was worth the wait.

Virtuous Patience.

Virtuous Patience.

Umbra looked out over the circle of mares tentatively gathered before her at the dinner table. The clock ticked away in the suffocating silence and tweeted with the time of two PM finally coming. She could no longer put it off. Her trial by fire was here and it was going to be wretched, somehow she just knew it.

The Queen sighed with heavy heart and opened the book before her, feeling all eight of the judgmental eyes weighing upon her. Had it not been for the “encouraging” session with her human minutes prior to this, she may have been unfit for the challenge. The dark Queen cleared her throat and straightened her posture to elect a more scholarly and respectable position.

“Good afternoon everypony, welcome to this week’s meeting of the Ponyville Book Club. I hope you are all well?” She addressed the waiting audience with poise and care, lifting her snout to perfect the appearance of astuteness.

Twilight Sparkle shifted in her seat uncomfortably and nodded weakly. Fluttershy allowed the passing breeze to brush locks of bubblegum hair from her teal eyes. Rarity smiled without an ounce of sincerity. And Berry Punch rested her pounding head on the thin tome before her.

“I guess so… Where’s Derpy, if you don’t mind me asking?” The purple Princess prodded, her words sweet but her gaze accusing as could be. Umbra did her best to ignore the ravenous irritation she felt each and every time she heard Twilight’s voice.

“Derpy is sick. She hasn’t been feeling well this week and couldn’t make it.”

“Aren’t we in her house?” Rarity questioned, pushing Umbra’s patience even further.

“She’d rather lie in bed, for now. In the meantime, I have read this week’s chapter and I’m perfectly sure I can lead a discussion.” Fluttershy probably had something to say, but failed to form any words to counter the ebony mare seated at the head of the table.

“I thought it was great!” Berry blurted, flipping open her book and grinning ear to ear.

“That part where they was in the desert? And all they water got sucked up by a sandworm? And then his teeth fell out?! Best part, hooves down!” She said, slurring her words and flicking her ears. Every mare in the party quietly opened their own books during her onslaught of words and spittle. Twilight took the opportunity to straighten her pages and clear her throat.

“Alright… how about we start with you, Umbra? What did you think of the chapter?” Once again, the eyes flew to charcoal mare. She hummed with disdain, but wisely kept it to herself.

“I felt as if the author were harkening back to the oppressive era of King Tiburous and his legislation against the farming communities of Saddle Arabia. His mentions of hunger, constricting the sand into water and yearning for shade from the oppressive sun follow the patterns of early Arabic manuscripts from that time and I see many uses of their style in his diction. This chapter especially enlightens the use of synonyms, repetition and alliteration in points to truly tribute to this culture.” She finished off the diatribe of scholastic analysis with a sip of her warm tea, both ears pert and perky beneath the stares of her befuddled colleagues.

“I found it an easy read in the waning hours of the evening. I would prefer more advanced material myself, but that is neither here nor there.” Once Twilight had pulled herself back together and shaken the stars from her eyes, she was able to break the silence.

“That’s a ehm… much more nuanced reply than we usually get.” She said, with a smile almost cracking in half.

“Yes, Dear! I had no idea you were so learned!” Rarity chirped, glad that someone had actually read the more drab and wordy part of the book. Naturally, she better was specialized in the hot romance chapters than any meatier section concerning the inner meaning of literary nonsense.

“Mh. Yes. Well, contrary to popular belief, I was not always a Queen. Once upon a time, I too was a student of magic.” Umbra said with memories fading back to her more innocent times centuries ago.

“I studied under the greatest unicorns of that time. Starswirl the Bearded penned his ‘Dynamics of Southern Mysticism’ while I was his apprentice.” Spiddle fired forward from the otherside of the table in a shower of tea and utter shock. Twilight had become tense and her eyes wide like the saucers holding the fine cups of warm drink below. Rarity hardly dodged the mist of frothy fluid, Berry Punch’s unflinching face taking most of it.

“YOU studied under Starswirl the Bearded?!” She barked at Umbra, earning the seering grin of the Temptress.

“For a time… would you happen to recall his work ‘On the Metrics of Crystal and Horn?’” Her fangs glimmered in the sunlight with flashes like a foreboding sign.

“Of course I have! I’ve read it cover to cover at least a hundred times!” The spastic Princess answered with a bounce in her seat.

“Then you know of the missing pages?”

“I wish. I’ve gone to every Library this side of Equestria and not a single copy I’ve found has them.” Umbra giggled and leaned in closer to the heaving mare.

“Allow me to spin a quick tale, then.” She said, earning every ear present even if most hardly understood the context off her devious story.

“That miserable old goat refused to allow me into his lab and conduct the experiments I would need in order to finish my degree. ‘Far too dangerous for a journeymare such as you! Allow me!’ Well, after a grand fortnight of this tripe I had enough! I took from the manuscript the pages I had authored and tucked them away… into the hearth! HA! He did not have my work, NOR my knowledge on the power quantities of crystals!” Silence and tension once again ran rampant through the room. Hardly a mare laughed at her story, the only one that could possibly be in on the joke stabbing Umbra through the neck with hateful eyes.

Twilight pursed her lips and ground her hooves into table with rage bubbling up inside her belly. The destruction of knowledge. The humiliation of a historical figure. Those atrocious, red bows hanging in the scattered locks of black mane. All of these things yearned for punishment. They called out to the princess to act and to right the wrongs of this deviously evil witch nervously sitting before her. Had it not been for her intense concentration and discipline, the spastic princess may have done something rash…

“Twilight? Darling? Are you feeling well?”

“Me? Of course! I just- GHK- THINK IT’S SUCH A NICE STORY!” She blurted her words with visible strain brewing in her belly and sputtering out of her mouth. Umbra delighted in the scene of her opponent whimpering and struggling before her.

“Appears you require more tea.” Umbra snickered placing a hoof to her mouth and calling out into the other room.

“Anon?! My sweet stallion?! Bring the table another helping of tea!” Quiet shuffling followed from within the kitchen, rousing the beast from within off the couch and into the dining room. The human wore slacks and a thin undershirt, fruitlessly attempting to relax after a week of work.

“I’m coming, i’m coming. Jesus.” He grumbled, carting one of Derpy’s family dishes with pots and cups jingling on top. Umbra loved to watch him work, drinking in his powerful form ever so carefully pouring tiny helpings of warm tea into Twilight's petite cup. His thick and muscular fingers gracefully worked for her and showed such gentle care in delivering the goods he was burdened with.

Not to mention, the more she bossed him around ordering him to deliver tea and snacks, the more she could flaunt her prize. Ever the prideful, Umbra absolutely delighted in allowing every mare at the table to gawk and admire her possession. Anon was her stallion, her King, her treasure and her most adored belonging. In the calm lulls of night she would whisper such things to him, cooing and hissing almost silently into his ear. Proclamations of ownership, vows of loyalty and edicts of “royal” affection.

Naturally, this would normally only last until Derpy returned from the washroom and resumed her post on Anon’s neck. Still, pushed to second on the totem pole, Umbra found she could grow used to her status in the herd… at least somewhat. Under Derpy’s golden eyes, the dark Queen would restrain herself to only “acceptable” advances on their stallion.

But when “Momma” wasn’t around…

“Girls? I’m sure you’ve met my stallion?” Umbra chided, grinning ear to ear with sick glee.

“Why of course!”

“Several times.”

“He the monkey one?” The human rolled his eyes and attempted to set the platter of tea and crispy cakes on the table.

“Ah-ah! No, my stallion. Don’t clutter the space.” Umbra commanded, earning quite a groan.

“Ugh, you’re killing me, woman.” Dutifully and without much more complaint, he did as he was told and removed the offensive dishware. Umbra was still unfinished with him.

“You see? See how he obeys me! Such is a good stallion, in any herd. The princesses would be blessed to have a male such as mine!” She snickered as the mares before her stared on in slight confusion. The wicked Sorceress pulled her man close with a reaching hoof pawing at his hip.

“Come, come! Let your Queen show you off!” She chided and tugged him closer to her side.

“Yes we’ve met him before.” Twilight interjected.

“It’s true, dear. We’re very familiar with Anon.”

“I never really met him…”

“Nonsense! You only know the prim and proper Anon.” Umbra continued, nuzzling into the man’s side with an adoring snout. She eagerly expressed his manly aroma, the foreign musk of a human male still lighting up the marish portions of her mind with exciting energy. Her King had grown used to it, almost.

“Look at this.” The Queen lifted his shirt ever so slightly and exposed the tone muscles of his underside. Very little fat came between the skin and pure strength, giving his abdomen quite the ice-pack shape. Twilight and Rarity lifted eyebrows, Fluttershy desperately averting her eyes to avoid exposing her blush.

“Look, look, ‘tis nothing but fine breeding in MY stallion!” Umbra’s hoof tapped on his belly, the surface of human flesh giving very little under pressure.

“I have never seen such a form to any other creature. Is it not divine? Mh. I would let you touch it, but that would simply be so uncouth!” Umbra showed her fangs in an ecstatic smile, as if she were gaining the upper hand on her captive audience. None of the ponies exactly frothed at the mouth for the opportunity.

“I would like to touch…” Fluttershy quietly whimpered, but she was quickly drowned out by an uproar of retching, gagging and coughing from the other room. Somewhere in the house, Derpy was clearly bursting at the seems and expelling massive amounts of… something. Ears perked and eyes gravitated toward the ceiling, such moans of discomfort hard to ignore.

“Oh my, she really IS sick.” Rarity commented, Twilight hopping down from the table.

“What’s wrong with her, Anon?” Twilight questioned as Umbra put her arms about Anon to keep him from escaping her aggravating affection.

“I dunno. She’s just been barfing for days, man. Every morning, every night. Won’t eat nothing but crackers and milk.” The purple princess chewed her lip for a moment, the intricate mechanisms turning in her mind.

“Would it be alright if I talked to her?” The man shrugged, pushing the invasive mare snout out of his shirt.

“Pfft. You can try. I doubt she’s really in the mood.”

Derpy wasn’t in the mood, indeed. Her grey fluff flopped back onto the mattress of her nest, both wings working in flutters and bends to wrap herself back up in blankets for a vital rest. Her body quivered and shook in strange ways, as if something within moved unlike it had before. Heat shuddered through her and weakened every muscle until they were utterly useless to her. She could hardly breathe, sucking for breath through both nostrils and maw like a mare drowning in heat.

Spittle soaked her pillow from her chomping at it for hours. Her teats were bloated and itchy, fruitless hoofing at them only further irritating them. Now she could hardly relax, reclining on her side with Anon’s puffy pillow between her thighs to keep the pressure off them. In a state such as this, the sound of her bedroom door opening hardly concerned her.

“Derpy? Derpy are you in here?”

“Yessum.” She replied quietly, huffing the warm air of her nest. Twilight carefully meandered in, picking up a most potent scent. Sweaty, musty, salty pangs of funk crept through the air of the bedroom, imparting a lurid stench of “activity” to the nose. She did her best to ignore it, hardly able to think what kind of thing could fill an entire room with the rankness of breeding.

“Are you… you alright? Anon says you’ve been sick.” She goaded gently as she could manage.

“Uh-huh.” Derpy answered, barely answering either question.

“Hm… well what’s wrong? I’m sure I could help you feel better.” The grey mare wiggled under her thick blankets, slowly and groggily turning in her bed to face the Princess.

“My tummy hurts… and my nin-nins are all sore.” She whined and huffed in exhaustion, though Twilight didn’t seem to understand entirely.

“Ehm… ‘Nin-nin’s?’” The mare before her flopped and lazily rolled around for a moment or so, posthumously exposing her belly to the now flabbergasted Twilight. The smell alone was enough to force her to step back, like hot mare folds after two hours in the summer sun. She was unprepared for what she saw, fat and swollen teats almost visibly pulsing between Derpy’s legs. Her nipples were jutting out like udders and emanating such heat that the princess’ nose warmed.

“OH MY- okay!” She gasped, gathering herself as best she could when shrouded in the funk of a heated mare. It was clear that something was up with Derpy, something perfectly natural but unexpected. Twilight was only partially aware of the mare’s desire for pregnancy, something that only came up when wine was served at the book club instead of tea. But she never imagined that it would come to fruition, it was impossible after all.

But now, her careful and considerate mind began to reconsider.

“Uhm… okay eh… this is… right.” She had never seen a mare so “full” before. Derpy’s belly was already unbecomingly round and squishy, but combined with her engorged teats, it was totally unseemly. The mare could hardly move with all the mass weighing her down, everything jiggling with her slightest move. Twilight wasn’t one for staring at mares, truly she much preferred anatomical charts of stallions in her free time, but the little she had read could most likely help her to make an assumption. Fatigue, strange odors, nausea and enlarging of the breasts could only mean one thing. But Twilight had to be sure.

Her ear came to rest on her belly, making absolutely sure that the sickly mare’s nipples weren’t brushing against the side of her head. Gurgling from within and sloshing hit her immediately, like the ocean was bobbing up and down inside of Derpy. Strange motions from inside felt different than the normal mumbling of digestion and churning organs. Twilight didn’t put her ear to bellies very often, but even she could see something was changing. Derpy took a particularly sharp breath for whatever reason, the added pressure of air in her lungs causing an ever-so slight dribbling of white to burp from her pulsating nipple.

“Derpy, this is a strange question. But may I see your… uhm… your behind?” The mare before her raised her eyebrows, both her golden irises crossing more than usual.

“My rump? You think my rump is making me sick?”

“No, not exactly. I just think it would help me-”

“Okay!” Derpy chirped, more than happy to have someone as smart as Twilight Sparkle to help her. Trusting and simple as she was, the grey pudge had no issues in putting her faith in someone as regal and learned as the Princess of Friendship. Twilight was not prepared for the sheer readiness of the movement, and thus quickly found that the whipping butt in front of her put her right in the “splash zone.”

Vagrant drops of yellowish, sugary fluid splattered on her nose and cheeks like hot rain and sent her spiraling back in shock. From the slight peek she was granted, Twilight could already make an educated guess as to what was going on.

“Augh! PFUH! ECK!” She spat and wiped her face, only smearing the musky, marking fluids into her fur.

“By Celestia…” She murmured, somewhat transfixed by Derpy’s undulating and steaming rump. Her vulva winked continuously, weakly clenching at the air with copious drippings matting the fur all around it. Her clitoris jittered within it’s hood, straining for attention within her chubby and slick lips. Even her squishy and rounded pucker moved, every muscle below her waist pulling and clenching in opposing directions. The folds of her musty behind punched and relaxed almost with the rhythm of her heart, the flow of blood concentrated so tightly in her nethers that one could almost see pink in the fields of grey.

“How’s it look? Is it bad? Do you think Anon will notice if my rump looks weird?!” Derpy whined, lashing her tail from side to side in angst. Twilight cleared her throat and averted her eyes once the spectacle had worn off.

“No, no! Everything’s just fine! You’re just… well I think you’re…”

Downstairs, the show and tell hadn’t come to an end. Despite her diminished audience, Umbra still prattled on with pride and ponce.

“And I tell you. His strength is simply unending! He lifts me with such ease and carries me everywhere! I doubt the princesses have a chariot THIS luxurious!” Rarity had long since stopped paying attention, already well versed from Derpy about Anon and his details. Fluttershy could hardly continue listening, so transfixed on the idea alone of riding a human everywhere that her belly sprouted fiery butterflies.

“Isn’t that right, my stallion? Are you not completely loyal to me?” Anon shrugged and thanked some unknown force for interrupting her. Umbra was cut off by the heavy giddy taps coming from the stairs, dancing hooves making quite a racket. They came closer in very short order, the jiggling mass of joy and glee stalking her man with purpose and drive. Derpy rounded the corner with the biggest smile Anon had seen yet, her cross eyes frighteningly focused right on her human’s face.

“Mushy?” He asked, setting Umbra down despite how hard she tried to cling to him. Derpy didn’t reply, sewing the air with a strange worry and tension. With dominance over the situation, Derpy bit her lip and let her wings snap into stiff peaks.

“Buns in the oven!” She yipped beginning to hop around much as her chubby body could allow. She literally danced in slight circles and giddy leaps, wiggling all around the room in joyous celebration.

“Buns in the oven, buns in the oven, buns in the oven! Daddy put buns in the oven and Momma hopes it’s a dozen!” She repeated in song, chanting the childhood rhyme again and again with increasing volume.

The explosive celebration rocked the book club for hours afterwards. The house rang out with song and praise, music blasting from the record player and ponies brought in to congratulate. Haphazard and patch work, the impromptu festivities were at Derpy’s excited behest and attracted nearly all her friends from town. It was such a moment, that the wine had to be brought out and toasted to the couple.

Derpy toasted with tea, instead. It was best to keep such poison away from her, newly minted mother that she was.

It was a noisy cavalcade that took hours to wind down, crowds of friends and well-wishers slowly dispersing and returning to their homes. Twilight was the last to leave, graciously wishing well on the couple and vowing to write Celestia the moment she had a quill and paper. Turning to leave, Anon shut the door and turned to his herd.

One was so energized by the news, she could hardly hold still long enough to be seen. The other s burned him with eyes so hateful and jealous, that his heart stopped beating for several seconds. The odd mix of tension remained through the rest of the day. At the dinner table, during the herd bath and even as Anon brushed his teeth in a rare moment of solitude he could feel murder creeping behind him. Frothing drippings falling from his lips, he offhandedly spotted Umbra sitting in the mirror.

“You alright?” He asked, trying to appear unfazed by her sharp stare. Umbra huffed in frustration when he didn’t turn around to address her. Like a King ought to.

“I’m sure you’re very pleased, my King.” She hissed, that old Umbra breaking through the surface in the atrocious tone of her voice.

“The seeds are finally sewn. How… wonderful.” Anon kept brushing nonetheless.

“You alright?” He asked again, firmer and more direct. Umbra shook her head with a smile, snickering quietly to herself.

“Heh, heh… yes. All is well. For now. But I am no fool, My King.” He turned to face her now, if only to scold her with his tired eyes.

“I hope that this new addition to our herd will not divide your attention too sharply. Hm? Is that a guarantee you can make to me?”

“Oh my God.” Anon groaned in dissatisfaction. His head turned away sharply from his nagging mare, inviting her to press tighter by entering the bathroom and shutting the door.

“As your Queen, I heavily implore you to consider the dynamics of this bonding between us. Unbreakable as it may be, you’d be wise not to strain it.” She scolded him, sitting atop the toilet seat to proper meet his eye level.

“You’re doing that thing again. That thing where you start making me really, really mad.” He huffed, rinsing his mouth and spitting with aggravation. Umbra scoffed at his foolishness.

“I am making YOU mad?! You surely jest!” She baffed his hips with her hoof, ineffectually chastising him for a crime he didn’t know was committed.

“Already you are showing signs of favoritism. I saw just how you acted during that party! You hardly paid any attention to your Queen! YOUR QUEEN!” She huffed with indignance, just about spitting on him with the force of her displeasure. Her human rolled his eyes at the yapping mare.

“You hardly carried me, you poured me not a drop of wine and you failed to even kiss me once in the presence of others! Are we a herd, or not, my King?”

“Alright. C’mere.” He grunted, seizing the the wiggly and squishy Queen in his arms.

“Ugh! Attempting to make up for lost loving it useless now! I am already quite angry with you, my King!” She barked and pushed against him without fail, but couldn’t escape his adoring grasp. Sitting on the seat, Anon placed Umbra’s wide rump in his lap and curled an arm about her neck. Cradled like this, their noses could touch and their lips just barely meet.

“Listen here, now. It’s gonna be different with Derpy being all pregnant and needy-”

“And moody. You ought to know of a broodmare’s moodiness.”

“Sure, sure. But don’t make such a fuss about.”

“Bah! Look at you, attempting to assuage me with pleas of mercy.” He could only chuckle at that, using his free hand to grasp her chin and force her to meet him.

“Look at me… who’s my Queen?”

“This shall not abate my-”

“Answer me. Now.” Umbra wanted to scold him once more and lash him for the ignorance he so brazenly showed without realizing it. But with eyes like needles drilling into her heart and a tone so deeply commanding, her mind cracked under the pressure.

“It is I. I am your Queen.”

“Good.” He said, delivering a loving kiss to her lips. His Queen melted under the administration of sugary love, submitting to his force and pawing at his chest with both hooves. Her little moans and whimpers of delight tickled his teeth and moved through his bones while her tongue desperately attempted to enter his mouth. Pokes and prods only met stern teeth, a taxing King pulling her back by a handful of dark mane.

“Who’s my pretty, curvy, diabolical Queen?” Umbra giggled with a rope of his spittle clinging to her chin.

“Me?”

“Hundred percent.” He finished off the guarantee with a bite to her neck, scraping his canines across her ticklish skin.

“EEE! My King!” She squealed, smiling and squeezing his thick torso with both arms. He stroked her back and through her pillowy mane, holding onto her until he felt no more opposition. Umbra pulled back and stared him with the same adoring and love-drunk eyes she always had when it was her time for snuggles.

“Now then. Am I gonna have to hear anymore sass about not getting enough kisses?” Umbra crooned and licked her fangs under his domineering form.

“Perhaps not anymore.” He huffed and pulled her mane tight, threatening to rip it out while he showed his own set of predatory pearls.

“Yes or no?” The Queen wisely acquiesce to his demands.

“Nng-! Never again, my King!” Peace made, at least for now, the herd gathered in the bed. Anon sat in the middle, as he always did and found that he wasn’t flanked on either side by tonnes of mare. Umbra took up her usual spot, reading from his chest with her chin rested on his pectorals, but Derpy had abandoned her normal roost. HIs right side was oddly cold and light without her chub to keep him warm.

Instead, Derpy had taken to watching the two from the foot of the bed, almost entirely unblinking in her uncanny surveillance. Naturally, only one eye really watched the pair, the other scanning the the ceiling for no apparent reason. As much as Anon enjoyed his mare’s face, the strength of her eye contact nonetheless put him off.

“Mushy? Is everything alright?” He asked with a hand casually set on Umbra’s shoulder. Derpy’s wings fluttered and shifted on her back, coaxing and planning with devious intent.

“Yessum… we’re just thinking.” She murmured, her voice noticeably quieter.

“‘We?’” Her husband answered, Umbra looking up from her tome to meet her imposing herd mate’s glare. Anon’s pudgy wife licked her lips hungrily, scraping at the sheets with giddy hooves.

“Me and the foals. We’re just thinking about something.” Anon and Umbra exchanged worried glances in the weak light of the evening.

“We’re feeling a little naughty.” Derpy yipped, whipping her golden tail from side to side.

“Mh. This is sentiment I can agree with.” The opportunistic Queen huffed, her own tail lifting ever so slightly under the blankets. Perhaps tonight, Derpy wouldn’t be so prudish and actually allow her to breed Anon properly.

“It’s late, Baby.”

“But we wanna play before bedtime!” Derpy giggled, blushing intensely and chomping playfully on Anon’s toes.

“Ah jeez. Here we go again.” The human groaned, rubbing his face as his wife wiggled herself to death.

“What is it, my King?”

“Whenever she gets likes this, it always means-”

“Roleplay!” Derpy interrupted, barking with a happy snap and standing in the bed.

“Your wife is one for roleplay? Truly this is an interesting development!” Umbra met Derpy’s excitement and stood in the bed along with her, both visibly dripping onto the sheets with slight oozes of excitement. Their tired human had little choice now, taking the initiative and removing his boxers.

“Fine. I didn’t wanna sleep anyway.” He grumbled, sitting up and tossing his underwear aside.

“What’s it gonna be this time, Babe?” Derpy grinned evilly and kept herself away from Anon, standing just outside of his petting range. Unlike every other instant that her mind chugged with thought, she showed no strain from thinking or intense problem solving. In this moment, her thoughts were clear and concise.

“We wanna see Umbra get rump-bumped. Hard.” She stated without a hint of doubt or hesitation, confidence running through her veins. Unlike the dark mare across from her, who broke out into a cold sweat of anticipation.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Really.” Derpy laid back and propped her head up with folds of soft blankets.

“My tummy’s too full for Bubby-time. I wanna watch and let her take the bumping.” Her royal compatriot stirred on her hooves, inching closer to Anon until she could nuzzle him in the neck.

“Finally! I enjoy this new Derpy!” She cooed, licking her human’s jaw.

“Bubby? You be the scary monster, who attacks poor mares lost in the woods!”

“Ugh…” Anon huffed, not feeling very monstrous at the moment.

“Me and Umbra will be the little camper mares, who can’t do anything to protect ourselves!” All the while she proclaimed her intentions, the wifely mare couldn’t stop rubbing her somewhat distended and squishy belly in glee. The intensely funky scent of mare stink flooded the room continuously, poisoning the atmosphere with an undeniably arousing fog. Umbra drank it in readily, already turning about on the mattress so her rump was exposed to Anon.

“Ooooh, what a truly despicable idea!” She giggled, showing a rare smile and wiggling her behind from side to side.

“Come, ‘monster!’ Don’t want to miss an opportunity to take advantage of us, do you?” Anon lazily and groggily climbed out of bed, stretching himself and preparing for his little performance.

“Hold on. Gotta limber up.” He mumbled, popping joints and adjusting muscles. Silence gripped the room aside from his slight grunts and groans of strain, seconds growing heavy with anticipation and fevered mare winking.

Then he pounced.

Practiced and trained by Derpy herself, Anon was well versed in the art of attacking mares without hurting them. He leapt onto Umbra and totally disabled her with a flurry of panicked moves and grabs. Her hooves soared through air and her body was flung about in intense motions of flopping violence.

“UGH! UNF! My King!” She whined, struggling against him and pushing back against the crushing grip he had. Derpy couldn’t help but giggle as she hooved at her engorged lips.

“Oh my goodness! A monster! Help! He’s got my friend!” She cried out to no one in particular. Anon wrestled the helpless Queen for several minutes before slowing down, biting her all over and pretending to beat her into submission. Not that Umbra was in need of being beaten, her pathetic resistance posed hardly any threat at all to the domineering human holding her face to the mattress.

“Rawr.” He growled, grinding against her backside with a shaft positively dripping with his power. Ebony lips kissed and slurped along his length when it scrubbed into them, molding muscles clenching and pulling at him in a desperate plea for penetration. He teased and tortured her, purposely missing his mark several times and sliding all up and down her needy marehood.

“Nnnf! Derpy! Make him stop!” She groaned, fingers crushing her skull and a smile rampant across her muzzle.

“I can’t! I can’t do anything- NNF! He’s too strong!” The grey mare corrected, viciously rubbing at her nethers while “the monster” claimed another victim.

“Don’t do it, Mr. Monster! Please don’t stick it in her butt! Don’t!” She begged, huffing for breath. The sorceress tensed up at the mention of such a thing, already quivering when Anon’s rounded crown poked and prodded against her rubbery pucker.

“Rawr.” Anon repeated, wrapping a meaty arm around the Queen’s belly and the other about her neck. Just a slight squeeze was enough to choke her, rendering her totally pliant and vulnerable. Her smile was gone now, replaced with a fearful whimper.

“W-wait! Don’t do that! Don’t touch my-EEEEEEE!” Her high pitched squeal of pinching pain pierced through the walls of the house and echoed into the streets. Wet from her sloppy marehood and feeling Umbra’s heartbeat inside, the devious human had no problem with causing such a wild noise to escape her.

Never had he penetrated such a hole before, the crushing, slurping, squeezing tightness uniform in severity and maddeningly sweet. He swore each and every wrinkle tingled and shocked through his system when his firm shaft scraped against them, the unprepared anus below quaking in terrified and pleasured motions. Umbra’s eyes rolled back into her head and her fangs clenched tightly in absolute strain. This was an all new feeling of domination, a violation of her private and dirty parts that no stallion was meant to claim as his own. She felt utterly used, abused and disrespected in all forms.

Only a monster would breed a mare in this way! An animal, beastly in their disposition and wild in their heart, was the sole creature capable of such a calloused and perverse act! To hold a mare down, choking her, squeezing her and shoving themselves into her defenseless tailhole for their own pleasure, was beyond foul and indecent. It was wrong and disgusting in her mind, the very act an insult to the pleasure of mares.

And she adored it. The disregard for her comfort and pleasure ironically rocketed her enjoyment through the very limits she could imagine. Her belly swelled with fiery fullness that leaked through every bone and fiber of her body like percolating water in soil. She could trace each vein, ridge and curve on his shaft with her insides, the clenching vortex of flesh and muscle perfectly fit for her King’s love, if not purpose built for it.

“GHK! HHHURK!” She gurgled, blushing wildly and letting a stream of tears roll down her cheeks. Anon pushed mercilessly back and forth in adoration of how his Queen tensed and relaxed around him. At full depth, his testes would touch against her splattering lips and drip with her soddening juices of enjoyment. When retracted back to his crown, the gasket of crushing black mare would follow him in a clenching grip that refused to let him be. He could tell he was testing her, verging on breaking her down and destroying her brain even more thoroughly than their first breeding. But he didn’t care. He was a monster, after all.

Derpy, on the other hand, readily devoured the show with drool oozing from her lips. Wonder widened her goofy eyes and pounding pulses raced through her heart, explosions of delight and arousal coursing through her veins in rivers of concentrated energy. She had never seen a breeding like this, especially from an angle as advantageous. Her eyes could trace the slapping, pendulum motion of her husband’s testes and observe how they appeared to swell with manly seed brewing inside. The view was surreal and unusual, aiding her to better picture a real monster ravaging Umbra.

The dark Queen was clearly outmatched in every way imaginable. The “monster” controlled her breathing, penetrated her and gripped her tightly with each limb. He could snap her in half, if he wanted. But instead, the monster showed the deepest form of cruelty a male could show, callously and unflinchingly raping a mare who had done him no wrong. She could never fight back, totally at his mercy and suffering the worst fate imaginable. But Derpy couldn’t get enough. The very idea of Umbra alone being wasted on such a incredible and potent shaft lit up her mind with an excitement she had never felt before. Her interest in mares was practically non-existent before this point, but now she had serious grounds to reconsider.

“Nnf, p-please Mr. Monster! Aah! Just let her go! We prom-EEE-ise to never come back!” She wailed into the chaos, her climax bursting with such pressure that the soaking squirt hit Anon in the face. He twitched and looked away as best he could, only faltering slightly in his violent “rape.” Arms circled tighter around Umbra’s neck and threatened to burst her veins under the crushing with orgasmic bliss. Had it not been for the mass reaming her butthole, Umbra would’ve surely burst like a balloon.

“HURK! RRF!” She gurgled and wheezed, the monster finishing his business with her poor and destroyed body. Semen pumped into her belly and gushed through her bowels in surging waves of warm stickiness. Fluttering gasps of tingles tickled up the mare’s spine and added onto the pile of burning ecstasy in her mind, mixing perfectly with the sheer discomfort of being treated so harshly. Squeaks and gasps came with each pulse of his girth, the size increasing in spasms to accommodate the river of seed he flooded her butt with. Everything burned with the perfect ache of pleasure, the brazen invasion of her anus so brilliantly done that Umbra just couldn’t believe it.

Even when Anon brutally ripped himself from her guts and plugged her gaping ring with four of his fingers, the tyrannical slaver had no words.

“Ugh… God… that monstrous enough for you, Baby?” Derpy lulled her head just enough to make eye contact from her reclined bliss. Bathing in the aftermath of a fantastic climax and delirious from exhaustion, she could just about nod.

“Buh… uh-huh.” She affirmed, allowing her Husband to embrace her tight and bring his Momma mare back into the cuddling fold of his arms.

“Good… that was a blast.” He admitted, smooching her slick lips and nestling her in the crook of his arm. She naturally wiggled right in, filling each gap like molten lead casting a mold. His arm snaked about her neck and rubbed on her belly, gracing the baby somehow added to her guts. From this vantage, he wondered how he missed such an addition, the movement in her was undeniably childish and foreign.

“I love you Bubby.” She cooed in his ear.

“Yeah… wanna see something gross?” She perked with curiosity, smiling ear to ear as Anon reached out to the devastated sorceress strewn out like a dead deer.

“Hey Umbra!” He warned, her little gurgle of response suppressed by a mouthful of spittle. Anon pressed down on the side of her belly with one aggressive motion, causing unflattering geysers of his seed to burst from her loosened hole.

“ULCK!” She grunted, air and alabaster firing without control and drenching the blankets.

“Ooooooh!” Derpy giggled, hiding her face behind Anon’s muscles to avoid getting splashed.

“Nasty, man.” Anon snickered, Umbra growling to herself before being absorbed into the cuddle mass. She was hoisted to his side and cradled into his arm, equally as pathetic and squishy as her grey counterpart.

“Ugh… you are disgusting.” She scolded, still more than happy to accept his kiss on her lips.

“You know you love it.” While she couldn’t deny that fact, she could pout about it. The room grew quite and peaceful once again, man and mare resting and regaining their strength from the exertion of their coupling. Derpy bathed in her human’s smell and presence, so deeply pleased that she thought perhaps this entire day was nothing more than a dream. But each time she felt the touch of her man’s skin, heard the labored breaths of an exhausted Umbra and squeaked from the kick inside her, she knew it to be true.

Life was better than fiction.

“About time you gave me some fucking babies, Bubby.” The human and Umbra instantly rose from their near-slumber.

“WHOA.”

“My goodness, Derpy!” They barked at her.

“What? What’d I say?!” She questioned, squeezing onto Anon’s leg with her jiggly thighs.

“God, woman. Watch your language. What’re we, animals?”

“Have control over yourself. ‘Tis a lurid and obscene thing to swear!” She shook her head and dismissively.

“Alright, alright! I was just saying, shit.”

“DERPY!”

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“My Sister, you seem troubled this morning.”

“As any would be. We have done as you asked and it has left us feeling unclean.”

“Unclean? Whatever for?”

“We have spent our free time manipulating human sperm across vast distances at your behest. ‘Tis a misuse of our time and power.”

“I implore you to think of it differently. Had such a thing not secured peace for our time, his efforts would’ve been in vain. And by consequence, our own.”

“Ugh… We know this to be true. But regardless, We think back to how our mother would feel observing such a disgusting practice.”

“Upset as she may have been, you have done the right thing. A tremendous good has been accomplished.”

“And thou art still drafting the marriage certificate? And the citizen’s mark?”

“Indeed. I will have it shipped out within the week.”

“Wondrous. Then you have handled the legal business, as we agreed. While it pains Us to ask, shall we take time and enchant his… expulsions, for the other mate as we have done for the human’s wife?”

“By the divine, no. One of her is atrocious enough."