Author's Note

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Epilogue: As All Should Be.

Epilogue: As All Should Be.

“And I say unto you! This produce is below even my Husband’s standards! I demand a lower price, or I shall take my business to a more reputable source.”

“Sisters save me.” Carrot Top whined, staring a bespectacled and sun-hat adorned Umbra in the face as she hammered down her patience. The dark Queen stood defiant and valient in her struggle, refusing such slightly browned carrots for her purchase.

“Two lowly coins for the bunch. Not four.”

“I’ll take four.”

“Two.”

“Four!” Carrot barked, begging for this entire family of man and mare to simply leave her be. The market was already quite crowded on this fine summer morning and the line forming behind the sassy Sorceress was growing discontent with her speed. Or lack thereof.

“Three.” Umbra finally said, raising her chin haughtily.

“‘’Tis my final offer, thievery as it may be on your part.”

“Stars above, if it will make you go away!” Umbra smiled giddily to herself and paid with victory.

Not only had she secured an impressive deal that her “husband” was sure to find most pleasing, but the whole of her grocery shopping was now complete. Left alone for the first time since she had come to this dirt farm of a village, the charcoal mare was given enough trust to venture into town unaccompanied. True, she could feel the prying eyes of the Elements tracking her every move and the burning pull of magical wards, but such a notion couldn’t drag down her blooming confidence.

Umbra trot with pride and glee in the intense sun, Anon’s old sunglasses and Derpy’s straw hat shielding her from most of its boiling rays. She could remember a time where she would’ve scoffed at an outfit so… “quaint.” Grey and yellow saddle bags, red bows tying her mane into tight braids, hats and sunglasses? All once seemed so common and humiliating. But by now, she hardly cared. Her mind had been softened by the acidic love of her “husband” and herd mate such that, going back to her old ways was impossible. Her life was here, now. Among the common folk and with her painting

The walk home went better than usual, on this bright day. The warmth soothed her round hips, the wind carried sweet scents of blossoms and the foliage around her puffed out with astonishing volume. Life surrounded her, hugging in from all sides like warm arms that contrasted marvelously to the glacier she once called a prison.

Ponies no longer stared at her as if she were a massive rat skulking through the streets. After spending so long in the town, many only sneered to themselves or averted their gazes. An improvement, for certain. The Queen didn’t care much about the eyes on her, the mare’s attention was focused elsewhere when her house came into view.

Her human was still working outside just where she left him, albeit sweatier and dirtier. The winter had done terrific damage to Derpy’s garden and in her current state, she was in no mood to fix it. So Anon dutifully deployed himself to rebuild plots, string wire and shovel loam. It was tedious and messy work, soaking him to the bone with musky sweat and shining his smooth skin. Umbra had to marvel at him for a moment or two before disrupting the human’s work with her presence.

“My, my, my. The King laboring in the fields like a peasant? Hmph. Truly you are monarch connected with his people.” The panting human could only laugh to himself, throwing another heaping shovelful of dirt onto the pile.

“My, my, my. The Queen giving her man lip? Truly you are looking for an excuse to get your butt beat.” His spade gently slapped against her rotund bottom, jiggling the ever-increasing mountain of cushion that piled onto her hips. The sorceress squeaked and jumped from the touch of dirty metal, scowling at her man with the most devious of grins.

“Get in the house and get me a drink. I’m almost done here.” He huffed and returned to his work, but couldn’t shake the feel of burning eyes stinging his back.

“And what makes you think you can command me so crassly? Do you mistake me for a common house mare of the olden ages?” Anon shrugged and wiped the pouring sweat from his brow.

“Pfft. What? You want me to ask nicely now?”

“Perhaps? You ought to show your Queen more respect, Sire. Lest she grow dissatisfied and deny you her fertile garden!” Anon really snickered at her foolish presumptuousness, him and his mare equally amused.

“My beautiful and Illustrious Queen? May I procure from ye a drink to sate my thirst and soothe my pains of labor? I would be ever so thankful!” Umbra held her head high.

“Of course, my King. It would be a pleasure.” And so she went, bouncing on her hooves with each little step like a musical instrument animated by pure content. Traipsing through the wonderfully warm and open cottage, Umbra found no issue in casting her things aside and prowling for the ice box. At least she thought as much, before the chorus of whines and squeals from upstairs stopped her.

The high pitched cries for attention sparked in her deepest mind like a flickering flame in the dead of night. An out of place, but still entirely natural startling that caught her off guard and commanded her full attention. Being a mare, the sounds of a baby’s voice instantly grabbed her attention. Conditioned by evolution and biology to respond with haste, the chubby Queen wandered off her “royal” drink fetching mission and made for the stairs. The upper floor was awash with the smells and sounds of motherhood. Derpy had done an excellent job fitting the role as a model nurturer.

Baby powder, mare musk and the heaving aroma of the child’s less sanitary moments hung in the air heavy and thick like pollen in the spring. Wading through it, Umbra pushed her way into the nest and discovered a nearly passed-out Derpy slung across the bed, her suckling foal just out of reach of her bloated teat.

“Goodness above, Derpy?” Umbra chided, trotting in naturally and standing by her herdmate’s side. The loopy mother turned a single eye towards the dark intruder, smiling weakly.

“Oh… hey Umbra… mind helping me out a little? I’m a little tired… can you push the baby up to Momma’s nin-nin?” Often as Umbra did just that, she truly began to tire of watching Derpy nurse. Certainly not out of any ire or disgust, quite the opposite.

She longed to feel young lips on her, nourished little muscles pulling life and energy from her very being in needy gulps and loving pats. Derpy often breastfed on her side, her teats genuinely so large these days that her nipples dangled too close to the floor for the foal to reach. Umbra could surely do just as well, she WAS a matured and healthy mare after all! She imagined that Derpy and Anon would be nothing but thankful if she were to take up the mantle of part-time wet nurse, but the sorceress had yet to even dare bringing it up. Dedicated as Derpy was, she could never imagine coming between her and the babe she mothered so affectionately.

But poor Derpy had suffered so much in the last week. With the foal demonstrating her father’s thick headed zeal, it was nearly impossible to manage the budding unicorn. When the child wasn’t gently floating through the air with the care free weightlessness of a cloud, she was attempting to trot through the house and find her father’s knives wherever the may have been tucked away. The frazzled pegasus barely had the energy to get out of bed, much less move a baby six inches to her nipple. So, like a good herd mate and dutiful mare, Umbra took control of the situation in the only way she knew how.

“Rest now, dear mother. I shall assist you.” Her voice, still laced with the seering undertones of pure evil and deceit, initially alarmed Derpy in the hushed tone it came in. The charcoal mare took her whining child and placed her on the floor, watching the young pony wobble slightly before finding her hooves. Staring up at her Aunt with penetrating eyes of yellow, the babe hardly flinched in the face of the fanged Queen.

“Child. I command you, as fellow herd member of the King Anonymous, to nurse. Approach.” Her legs spread slightly in a show of faux-confidence. Umbra didn’t have the slightest clue what she was doing, but the foal seemed perfectly comfortable with the arrangement. Babbling quietly to itself and curiously waddling forward, Derpy’s child sniffed about the bushy undercarriage of her Aunt to find the prize her belly so desired. Tickling zings of excitement shot through Umbra’s body as the poking and prodding baby nuzzled around her, searching for a teet. Her belly was still quite round and ungainly, some kinks in her thick fur fooling the child here and there before she found proper purchase.

“A-ah! Ooh…” The wretched slaver cooed, baring her teeth to a smiling Derpy as her warm breast was suckled.

“Did she get it?” Derpy huffed, pulling her blankets back over her body to conserve the little energy left in her. Her legs were floppy and gelatinous in form, but still unnaturally cocked like a crossbow in case of danger. Motherly strength was a phenomenon that no unicorn scholar truly understood, but all knew to respect it. Lest they be kicked to death by an enraged mare.

Surveyed by the doting eyes of her mother and fed an all new flavor of milk, the tiny filly beneath Umbra’s belly couldn’t be more pleased. This Momma may have been far more wiggly, smaller in the breast and prone to ticklish spasms, but the flavor was maddening. Whereas her biological mother was creamy, rich and thick with nutritious fat, Umbra was somewhat leaner frame produced a milk bold in flavor and complex in feel. It washed over the mouth in a tide of smoothness, slicking the tongue and imparting the most unique manner of deliciousness that only another living body is capable of producing. Thinner and easier to drink, the foal eagerly slurped and pulled and nipped at the inexperienced mother with far more hunger than before.

“NNG! EE!” Derpy had to giggle at the first timer struggling to keep her hooves steady.

“Tickles, doesn’t it?”

“C-certainly not! You’re child is just- GUH! -just as giddy as her father!” She whined and kicked her back leg, deeply enjoying the sensation crashing over her. Alien like Anon’s love, but sweet like his grasp, it all felt so natural. She couldn’t imagine life without such a rewarding haze descending on her, every fiber of her being devoting at least some part of its energy to this sacred act. It was almost as if every sip of milk the child drank fed her as well. That every mouthful of life was a shock of glee to her system.

True, it didn’t energize her like lovemaking did. Nowhere near the exploding, erupting and volcanic power that over took Umbra in bed, this euphoria was of an entirely different composition. She couldn’t help but smile and let her eyes droop closed with the lazy weight of satisfaction. A true, refined and pure satisfaction she had never felt in all her waking days, but knew she needed.

“Uuuuurrrgh… Derpy, I must say. If you are in need of a nurse for you child, I would… Derpy?” She asked the sleeping mare, flopped flat on her back and snoring wetly to herself. Drool trickled down the crease of her lips and traced the curve of her face, all the while gurgling up from her throat in sleepy mumbles of relaxation. Even evil old Umbra couldn’t be mad about such a thing, choosing instead to address the foal freshly finished with her breast. White stains circumscribed the little one’s face, left overs from her big dinner.

“Come, child. Let us recline with the King. Your Aunt is sure that he yearns for your company.” The babe didn’t answer with words, making up for her relative muteness by nestling up against Umbra’s leg. The loving pushes and prods warmed her blackened and crusty heart, at least up until the foal burped directly into her face.

True to her word, the Queen did bring the mumbling foal to her father in short order. Returning from his toil in the “fields,” the filthy human was more than ecstatic to see his little creation reaching out for him from Umbra’s back.

“There’s my little demon!” The man boasted, cackling happily as he scooped the bundle off her Aunt’s shoulders and held her in a single hand against his chest. The little mare floundered against her father with the best approximation of a hug she could manage. Spread eagle and giggling uncontrollably, the tiny mare embraced her beastly parent without care. Far as she was concerned, Anonymous was as worthy a Dad as any normal stallion out there.

“Giving Momma the run around, ‘ey?” He snickered, patting the baby and earning another thunderous burp.

“How’s the brood-mother?” Umbra shrugged and finally accomplished her task of retrieving his precious drink.

“She sleeps in peace and exhaustion. But the child is fed, my King.” Her human was dearly pleased, taking his swig and his herdmate in his arm. A hand on his drink and his muscles curling about her neck, the beefy human dragged the wiggling mare toward the Couch of Doom.

“Good. Good. No more mood swings for this old man tonight!” He barked in glee, flopping down on the Cushions of Conception with a mighty heave of man and mare. Umbra happily crashed down with him, grasping onto her human much as the babe did. Her arms squeezed tightly as they could, lashing them together like dock and vessel. Perhaps it was this feeling of intense security, of loving rapture and protection, that put their foal into an easy sleep. The little one’s enormous eyes closed dreamily when her father cradled her so, her Auntie just at her side and keeping an ever diligent watch. Truly, there was no place in Equestria safer and warmer for a child to be, then there on that lowly couch.

“My King, art thou finished with that menial labor for the day? I do so hope the answer is yes.”

“Why you gotta call it that? Sheesh, every King has to pick up a shovel sometimes, woman.” Umbra shook her head and smooched his sweaty cheek, tasting the bits of loam and the rain of sweat there.

“When his Queen and concubine wait eagerly for him to return home? Pfuh. Had it been by MY design, you would rarely leave my loving gaze.” Anon pat his mare on the back and scraped fingers through her dark carpet of fur. Still warm as ever, but the fluff shed readily and grew thinner in the summer months.

“Did you just call my wife a concubine?” His Queen didn’t answer, choosing instead to gnaw and pull at his shirt with her razor-like teeth.

“Nnnrf… silence.” She commanded quietly, pining for his bare flesh to glimmer in the sun once more. Anonymous struggled somewhat with her needy moves, constantly juggling a sleeping child whilst Umbra sloppily disrobed him. Still without her magic and naturally unfamiliar with his clothing, the dark pony only got his shirt off and slung across the room when he allowed it.

“Come. Give your Queen her reward.” Umbra sullied her clean and groomed face with his sweaty musk the moment she had such an opportunity. Smearing her snout against his slick front, her nostrils flared and her mouth watered in the throngs of his flavor. It was a scent she had grown very accustomed to, so much so that it hardly crossed her mind to lap at his muscles and taste the salty tangs of masculinity on him. Her “King” could see where this was quickly going, reluctantly forgoing his previous plans of peace and quiet.

“Never can let a man have a drink, huh? Always gotta be something with you two… er, three.” His silent Queen continued nursing herself on his presence, mindlessly burying herself in as much human funk as she could. Still holding a baby in his free arm, Anonymous had to act quickly before things grew even more awkward. An arm snaked under Umbra’s rear and allowed him to hoist her up. Carting both mare and babe, the shakey man carefully made for crib settled across the room. At the very least, if his herdmate was bent on a night of affection, his child would still be within ear-shot.

“Bubbyyyyyyyy?” A dreary and groggy voice called from the steps just as he took his first step.

“Oh my God- Yes, Mushy?” He called back, the constant tickle of Umbra’s tongue on his body throwing off his already precarious balance. His wife stood at the bottom of the stairs with an unkempt mane and eyes so terribly crossed she was more than likely blinded by them. Her hooded lids stared at him longingly, drool dripping from her lips and woozy sways pushing her rotund body side to side.

“Guh-buh… muh… Bubby-boo.” She gurgled, trotting up to him like a zombie possessed by a need to snuggle. He knew all too well what that strange language meant and her message displeased him greatly. Derpy wanted a squeeze, but he was in no position to oblige her.

“Son of a- hold on just a sec, Honey! Lemme uh…” He attempted to put Umbra back onto the couch, the slightest bit of gravity triggering her jaw to snap shut on his pectoral.

“ACK! Stop, woman!” He barked, sharp teeth digging into his flesh to anchor her in place. She growled in return and refused to heed his warning, bruising his already tired body with her atrocious biting. He seethed and found no other option than to lift her back up and allow her to continue. Teeth marks already formed on his chest, healing kisses applied by the Queen doing little to quell the billowing purple building beneath his skin.

“Crazy woman! God, can’t do nothin’ with you!” He hissed, feeling the tell-tale weight of a squishy pegasus settling on his back. His new backpack almost dragged him to the floor with her careless clinging, the distribution of weight so skewed to her hips that the arms around his neck pulled down like a noose.

“Mmmmmh… Bubby bubba.” She cooed into his ear, smiling gaily as she strangled her husband. He coughed and gagged, struggling more than ever to keep a solid grasp on his babe.

“HURK… NO GOOD… LOUSY… MARES!” He gasped between the few and strained breaths he could manage. Limping forward with the weight of the entire universe squeezing down on his body, the poor human had to exert himself to the very limit of his ability. Strong as he may have been, without oxygen, proper balance or preparation his raw strength meant nothing here. Delicately balancing his baby in one, outstretched arm, his quivering form was just barely able to slink toward her crib.

“C’mon! C’MON! Just… one… more… INCH!” He gasped, Derpy exhaling in his ear and Umbra brushing his chest hair to try and throw off his aim. His fingers slipped free from the snoozing child and let her bounce harmlessly onto the padded bed below, safe and sound from the prying hooves of the devious mares. Anon gagged in relief, finally able to exert himself properly and sling his mares back into order. Derpy was taken by the neck and slung like a bag of pennies into his waiting grasp. Umbra, conversely, was only given stout flexes of muscle so the bicep she rested against would tense up and beat some sense into her. Anon now had a good grasp on his ladies, both of which stared up at him with simultaneous cries of need.

“You two trying to kill me or something?! God, it’s like I’m running a circus in here!” He berated fruitlessly, each mare too love-drunk to pay his outburst much attention. Jostle them as he would, Anon could find no way to shake them back to reason.

“Ppppppppbt.” Derpy answered by blowing a raspberry on his shoulder. Her warm slobber somehow signaled to him that this was a losing battle, one he could only win by outright surrendering to the whims of his herd.

“Ugh. Absolutely helpless.” He hissed, a shockwave rushing over his form when a naughty hoof poked and prodded at his groin. Umbra’s leg pushed down on his inexplicably erect manhood below, tilting it like it were a lever connected to his spine. It flopped back up with elastic strength the moment she slipped off, drawing every female eye that weren’t those of a baby.

“Bubby big.” Derpy giggled sleepily, watching as Umbra drew gasps and growls out of their man. Anon couldn’t help but buck and huff whenever she so crassly pressed him, the Queen more than satisfied with how easily she could manipulate her masculine puppet.

“Guh- give it a rest!” He barked, his back arching and his heart skipping beats as the merciless slaver refused his order.

“Is something wrong, My King? Art thou… distracted?” She snickered darkly to herself, his eyes communicating an intense swathe of emotions and thoughts. She played with dangerous toys, teasing him in such a way. Both mares knew what a heated and frustrated Anon do, but both continued to taunt the beast held back with only the slightest leesh. The human surprised his dark Queen, his sudden dropping of her necessary to keep her teeth from ripping into his skin again.

“EEE! No!” She whined as she bounced onto the cushions of the couch. The dark mare scrambled in a hurried attempt to get back to him, but found she was utterly defeated by a sheet of grey softness descending upon her. The overwhelming weight of a chubby Derpy laid down on her frame with Anon’s guidance, burying her underneath a lazy hug.

“Bah! Begone, Derpy! I am courting!” Derpy wiggled with slight discomfort, at first. But her Husband's hands scratching down the length of her smooth back prevented any resistance to his nasty plan.

“No. Mushy stay.” His simple words were like gospel to her, pinning the grey pegasus down and forcing her to obey. Derpy and Umbra were pressed into a tight hug then, their breasts mashing together just below the soft cushions of their bellies. Whilst neither mare was particularly familiar with the dynamics of cuddling something that wasn’t a beefy human, they fit together like puzzle pieces once adjusted and comfortable.

“What is the meaning of this?! I demand that you get off me!” Umbra whined, still fighting to wiggle free of the weight pressing down on her. Their snouts threatened to touch if even the slightest bit of pressure was applied, their bellies hiking their hips up but their noses down. Wiggling and whining underneath her herdmate, Umbra was more or less exposed to the whims of her husband.

A pair of clenching, twitching, meaty marehoods stared Anon in the face, dotted by a pair of similarly active tailholes. Buttocks piled onto one and other, grey burying black with such squishy effectiveness that the human could hardly even see Umbra from his vantage point. Despite this, his shaft still prodded and poked about the messy piling of pony, tickling each mare into yips and yaps of excitement.

“MMPH! Derpy! Allow me to have at my King this instant!” Derpy was pinned by a pair of muscular, commanding hands on her back. She wriggled without fail, but found that her human could easily out pace whatever struggle she put up.

“I- EEEE! I can’t! Bubby!” She yipped, her exhausted folds barely finding the energy to ooze creamy excitement down onto Umbra. Anon drank in the wild pair and their combined scents of pure sweetness, pungent flavors of intense marishness burning into his senses like fire.

“Calm down now. Ain’t nothing strange going on here. Just a herd cuddle, right?” He snickered deviously to himself and slid his head against Umbra’s pulsing lips, the sweet nectar within gushing in spasms of delight with just the most gentle touch.

“Hnnf! My King! Just- GUH!” The dark Queen seized up with a grinding stop when Anon penetrated her, sliding himself into her crushing depths once again with a noisy and lurid creep. Derpy could carefully trace each and every little notch on her husband’s girth, her clit dragging along the top of his maleness in a maddening fashion. It thoroughly cooled the fire in her belly, lulling the mare into her most comfortable state for love making, limp and lazy.

“OOoooh… t-tummy tickles feel gooooood.” Derpy moaned into the huffing, snarling face of the Dark Queen. The pair smushed noses together and found themselves becoming tangled into a tighter and tighter net of limbs and fur. Hooves kicked and helpless squeals were heard, but little could stop the inevitable. Anon heartlessly slid back and forth with the ease of a hydraulic machine, plowing through quivering flesh and sinking down to his root in soothing motions.

Umbra was one that needed a good relaxing before one could truly feel her. Fun as it was to take any mare by surprise and ruin her unsuspecting gash, this particular woman hid her potential behind a wall of tensed, agitated muscle. Careful coaxing and gentle scrapings from a girthy male helped her to be more receptive, lessening the death grip she held firm around Anon until her goading tunnel lovingly massaged up and down his shaft. Rather than mindlessly fighting to rip his pride off, Umbra’s quivering, puffy and ebon lips were eventually kneaded into a submissive and silken toy for Anon to breed as he saw fit.

“Mmmmrrph! My King- OOOH!” She whined carelessly and with high volume, rattling the very timbers of the house with her bellows. It was astonishing that Dinky wasn’t shaken from her sleep by the music of a pleasured mare. Anon naturally picked up his pace as things got into the swing of the moment, flowing juices from two lusty, matured mares greasing his work until he glided through Umbra without issue. It was maddeningly warm and soft, each muscle inside of his mare pulling and kneading and sucking on his rod with nothing but affection behind its strength. Even Derpy’s pulsing clit tickled the top of his pistoning girth, double cushioning from four fat buttocks allowing him to imagine that his entire lower half was encapsulated inside a very naughty cloud.

“Nnrf, does it feel good, Aunty Umbra?” Derpy groaned, staring into the flabbergasted face of her herdmate. She reveled in the sight of such a spirited and skillful breeding, the unfocused nature of her eyes allowing the pudgy woman to observe both Umbra’s far-away expression and the jostling of meaty buns behind her. She kissed the dark lips of the wretched Slaver, surprised to see the mare return the favor.

“Bubby gonna give you babies, Aunty! Sweet little foals just for you!” It was a confused pleasure, random and foreign signals firing off inside Umbra’s mind like fireworks on a pitch-black night. She didn’t know why Derpy’s tongue drove her so wild, why the weight of her belly accentuated the mind bending pleasure of her King’s love. She couldn’t even pin down why the idea of his children sewing her garden aroused her so, but she hardly felt the need to explain any of this or justify the slightest twinge of delight. All of it washed over her like a rushing river consuming a rock, a dauntless flow swallowing her in the rampaging heat and funk of the moment.

Anon grasped tight to Derpy’s rump for leverage, bumping her back and forth as he aggressively punched into Umbra. His shaft would move all the way from throbbing head to pumping base, engorged glans running along inside with a most lurid slurp to follow. Meaty and inflamed as a mare’s arousal naturally is, the nasty slapping and gooey splatters carried all throughout the house in a staccato of love. He pressed his head to Derpy’s shoulders, mushing down on the sweaty and wiggly sandwitch as he finished his sacred business. Jammed between her pumping and raging husband on one side and a beautiful goddess of undiluted evil on the other, Derpy had no problem climaxing with her herd.

The trio of explosions was as violent as it was wet. Gushing streams of feminine excitement nearly forced Anon away from his breeding grounds. Hydraulic bursts of yellowish and creamy affection stained both the couch and his remaining clothes, soaking him with the marking musk of his herd. The smell was intoxicating, adding to the overwhelming crash of the orgasms wracking through the stuttering pile.

Umbra could feel each and every molecule of seed ejaculating inside her, the warm and sensitive interior of her birth canal tracing the splattering arcs of maleness as they came. Her cervix was treated as little more than a mere suggestion, immense pressure forcing sputterings of seed straight through its puckered barrier and allowing the useless brew to lace her womb. It did nothing for her, fruitless cells attempting to pollinate an alien flower, but the sensation was enough to make any mare lose her mind.

So, the afterglow was suitably muggy and exhausted.

No one involved could do much besides lie there and bask in the glory of what just transpired, sloppy and confused kisses flying in many directions and from all parties. Eventually- perhaps because he was the only one not physically ruined by the experience- Anon straightened the messy mares into place and settled into his roost. A pony on either side, arms grasping their backs in possessive safety, he allowed peace to consume his house again. The best kind of peace, one where not a word was spoken and not a sound was made.

Truly marvelous peace and quiet, say for the labored pants of mares and the occasional hiccup from a healthy babe.