Author's Note

This was a special request chapter inspired by image 2549240 on derpibooru. I leave it up to ya'll if it's Canon or not. I don't care, it's porn .

I was excited to work on this one. I've wanted a "Memory Orb molestation" situation for awhile, and I actually thought there was one alluded to in one of the Big 5. But maybe I was projecting. Specifically in PH when BJ was cyberdized and seeing data recordings with the film maker guy (forgot his name). Persimmon? Idk.

Enjoy!

BACKSTORY:

Calamity told his companions that he had plenty of his pick of mares ever since leaving the Enclave.

He also said that, if he ever came across a raider, that he'd shoot her until she weren't moving no more.

What he didn't tell them, that there was a mare he picked.

And they only assumed he meant with a gun.

He met a mare in the past, just days after leaving the Enclave. She was beautiful like a cactus flower and twice as sharp.

There was no getting close to her in the beginning, but she had a way of goading him into doing things for her.

They eventually became close, and he was certain she was the one, until a lucky sniper bullet took her in the prime of her life.

Calamity knew that bullet was meant for him.

You don't get to be the best Pegasus gun-for-hire caravan guard without developing a reputation.

So he went on a warpath, looking for any raider or mercenary with a weapon of similar caliber, keeping the the still intact bullet around his neck.

And when he found the raider mare who admitted to taking the shot...

He didn't want to kill her. He wanted her to hurt, and feel humiliated as he felt, when the love of his life was taken away.

Calamity stripped her barding off and raped her.

He'd raped more afterwards. It was a dark point in his life. But he justified his actions by only victimizing those who were inherently evil; like Raiders, slavers, and other fiends.

Calamity grew addicted to the thrill of fully dominating a mare, taking them against their will; and the satisfying release after. It was his way of cleansing the wasteland, by breeding the evil out of them, until they were completely and utterly broken.

He didn't stop shooting, not until they weren't moving no more.

Months passed after his first victim, he'd killed a pregnant raider mare attacking a caravan he was guarding; armed with only a pool stick.

He recognized her, knowing she had to be carrying his bastard offspring.

The colt he'd shot and killed... It was impossible, but he could've just as easily been one of his. There was no telling how many more of his bastard foals were out there raping and pillaging.

He'd done his fair share of evil in the world, and his black desperado hat was a remnant of it. However, in his mind, the evil he perpetrated was necessary for either survival, or to keep sanity.

Calamity didn't flinch after learning he'd eaten Pony flesh in Arbu, nor did he hesitate to kill a young colt from murdering a defenseless mare, whom the colt already raped.

He was too jaded to see how fucked up the world is, after witnessing countless tragedies and evil. He became numb to it all, engaging in evil without realizing it; like stealing a raider's "owned" loot, which gave him an occasional chill, like he'd done something bad.

It didn't make sense, but it didn't help to think on it too much.

Littlepip and Velvet were uneasy and angry with him after being labeled a foal killer; but they eventually came around, and Calamity credited his abundance of good karma.

Calamity told the girls he could have his pick of any mare he wanted.

He said that he'd shoot a raider, until she weren't moving no more.

They assumed he was bragging about his pedigree and charisma.

They assumed he meant with a gun.

But, they never assumed why he wore a black hat.

Black Hat

Calamity stood off to the side in a spacious foyer, watching as Velvet Remedy fiddled with the lock on a Sparkle-Cola machine. The group had decided to make camp in some random ruin, one that lost any label or indication of what it's purpose was before the war.

"Ya ain't gonna get more than one or two outta them things, if yer lucky enough to get that much." Calamity drawled while casting a glance at the regular Sparkle-Cola, and the ultra rare Sparkle-Cola ZAP! --the zap apple-flavored beverage was an ever changing spectrum of colors; the legends surrounding the drink bordered on the supernatural, some say they'd be the luckiest pony in the wastes.

Calamity heard all sorts of stories ranging from Ponies striking it rich at casinos notorious for cheating; to a story about a Pony rumored never needing to dodge bullets, claiming they'd crawl back into the guns-- with claims like that, Calamity hoped to sell it for his weight in Caps.

Unless Littlepip decided to drink it, or turn it into a bomb first... Though he secretly wanted to try it with her, since he'd never been lucky enough to find one before now.

"But there has to be one left, I can feel it!" Velvet cried.

"Thought ya'll hated pre-war sodas, didn't you chew out Lil'pip for the same thing, way back when?" He questioned.

Velvet paused and stated in a lady-like fashion. "I've developed a refined taste for one particular flavor that this machine has as an option; to which, I have a cravin need to satisfy." She then reared up and savagely rocked it back and forth with a crazed expression. "IF IT WILL LET ME HAVE IT!"

Calamity watched bemused as she continued to insert pre-war bits into the Machine's coin slot. The Sparkle Cola machine was advertising the less common cherry-flavored version of the famous drink.

"You sure you don't want Lil'pip to help-" he started to say, before being cut off.

"No! If she ever found out that I'm a hypocrite for liking this sugary swill, she'll never let me hear the end if it." Velvet huffed.

"I'm gonna check up with her, while ya'll..." Velvet took an old tire iron, and tried to pry the machine open, using her magic and hooves pressing against the metal shaft.

"Don't wait up for me, darling; I'll have my prize soon enough!" She grunted.

"E-yup." He shook his head with a grin and gathered their gear.

Calamity trotted through the apartment hallways, searching for where his missing companion had gone. Since she wasn't where he'd left her last.

"Lil'pip, where ya at, girl?" His voice echoing back off the walls.

Turning the corner of a collapsed wall, the soft glow of a memory orb illuminated the diminutive Unicorn filly, who was in a deep meditative state with the Orb.

Calamity's cheeks heated in a flash of rage. "Damn you, Pip! How many times we gotta tell ya t' quit usin' them fuckin' orbs without protection!"

His reprimand went unanswered and unnoticed by her, as if she were sleeping while laying up on her belly.

Littlpip was laid out on a mattress with her Stable Utility barding on. Her eyes were closed and face neutral in deep meditation. Her horn glowed green around itself and the adjoining Orb in front of her.

Calamity placed their gear in a corner of the room; then stood watching beside her.

His anger diminished, as he looked her over; but still wanting to enact some punishment for breaking one of the Golden rules of their group.

So long as the Orb she was viewing wasn't disturbed, the two would remain tethered by her magic.

Calamity tested this theory by lifing her chin up and witnessing the Orb follow with her movement; remaining aloft at the same distance and angle as when they started. Turning her head to the left, and the Orb moved accordingly; to the right and down gained the same result.

He grasped her foreleg and watched it limply fall back to her side, then tussled her mane and chuckling at his fun, leaving her looking disheveled.

Calamity smiled wolfishly as his mind came up with some situations he could put her in.

Maybe he'd send her afloat on a raft in the Ponetomic river, or tie her up in a compromising position; or...

Calamity's smile dropped as a dark and devious thought entered his mind.

He tore his eyes away from roaming over her body. Even covered as it was, those skin-tight Stable suits left little to the imagination.

"No, now ya'll know better than to be thinkin' thoughts like that again, we ain't like that now..." Calamity whispered to himself.

He stepped away and reached above his head, taking off his black desperado hat, then holding it out in front of him; staring at it as he pondered his past, and what he wanted to do next.

There was a reason he wore this black hat.

Littlepip was his best friend. Mistook her for a raider, he did, and almost killed her. That was an accident. But in Arbu, among all that killing and chaos, he wanted to shoot her again.

But not just with his gun.

It was a great relief to learn there was a reason behind her psychotic rage that day. And Calamity was afraid he'd have to put down--not only his best friend--but a mare he loved, and wanted more than anything in the world.

But she would never want him in the same way. However, he wanted her more than ever before, after witnessing that psychotic episode.

Something about crazed raider mares turned him on something fierce.

Maybe it was the guilt-free rape, or maybe he was drawn to crazy mares; Calamity just didn't know.

He placed the hat back on his head and studied her a moment, before giving into temptation by leaning over and smelling her mane.

She smelled like Littlepip to him, and hers was a scent he'd become familiar with over the course of their adventure together. After every shootout, she was a sweaty mess, sometimes a bloody mess too; but most often she stank clear above the cloud layer.

Calamity caressed Littlpip's face, and whispered at her while admiring her youthful, sleeping visage. "Yer a cute lil' thing, ya know that, Pip; wish I told ya that sooner, but things jus' kept gettin' in the way." He latched onto her soft ear tip and suckled while licking deeper.

His pale-brown cock began to drop from its sheath, swaying loosely beneath his belly.

He pulled back and shuffled off his leather duster, his wings springing free and on full display after it crumpled into a messy pile on the floor; then kicked it away.

"Velvet's gonna be beatin' on that machine for awhile, she ain't ever gettin' in it, and you prolly got anywhere from a half-hour to an hour left in that thang." He drawled huskily.

Calamity cradled her face and admired Littlepip's youthful beauty. She was well into her teenaged years, but still a long way from twenty.

An underaged filly by Enclave standards.

He was more than a decade her senior-- oldest by only a couple years more than Velvet-- and he was her best friend, maybe even a brother.

But deep down, Calamity was a stud in the peak of his prime, and he wanted to make Littlepip his little filly side-piece.

Any stallion in the Enclave would be lying to themselves, if they ever denied wanting to sink their cock into such a fine teenaged filly tush.

That was a pleasure he never had under Enclave rule, with all their Laws and regulations for population control; he didn't lose his virginity until his twenties, and that was taken by a senior mare officer well into her forties.

But down below the cloud layer, there was a veritable buffet of ripe, young, nubile fillys. That was mainly attributed to a combination of a low life expectancy, and rape as the primary means of reproduction in the Wasteland. A filly in heat could rarely hide their scent, if they were caught bare flanked in the open.

Sadly he'd never popped a filly's cherry. Most were taken by their own sire, before they've even gotten a Cutie Mark.

His heart raced in excitement at the prospect of breaking the seal on Littlepip's virginity, she very well may still be intact given her preference for the same sex.

He smiled in glee, knowing that Homage lacked the equipment to truly claim Littlepip, the honor was--quite literally-- his for the taking.

He still loved Velvet, she had a body that screamed 'breed me'. But variety was the spice of life, and every once in a while Calamity desired sweeter fruit.

He would never engage in pedophilia. He wasn't that fucked up. At least, that's what Calamity told himself; but only time would tell, and maybe one day he'll take his own daughter's virginity and make mare out of her. Just like many fathers did in the wastes.

But that would be between him, and his black hat.

Calamity moved lower, and planted a kiss on Littlpip's lips. His loins twitched, slowly engorging into a swollen, weighty, semi-hard horsecock.

As he pulled back, he interpreted a bashfulness in Littlepip's relaxed face and neutral expression.

"Hard to believe ya ain't even twenty, and already are the most deadly mare in the wastes." Calamity leaned in again. "And right now, I can do whatever I wanted to ya." He latched onto her mouth, kissing her fully and tonguing open her lips, getting a taste of her soft muscle as well.

Calamity kissed, licked, and suckled on her lips for a minute or two, occasionally opening her mouth to play with her limp tongue; then pulled away with a line of saliva trailing between them.

After Calamity's molestation of her mouth, Littlepip's serenely relaxed face appeared to wear a glossy-wet, coy smile.

Calamity used his wings and groomed her mane to look a little more pretty.

"Ya know, I was a might disappointed when I found out you was a full-on lesbian; I even held out hope you may be bisexual, but ya'll made it clear, ya'll only have eyes for the mares..." He sighed while caressing her face with his primary feathers, then rotated her head while bringing it closer to the edge of the mattress.

"I love Velvet, don't get me wrong, but the way ya handle yerself in a fight, the fire in your soul, and your sense of what's right and what's wrong," Calamity opened Littlepip's mouth, leaving her laying slack-jawed with only her muzzle over the edge. "You are ezactly the kind of mare I could see myself set'lin down with." He climbed above her, lining up his dangling cock, and checking on the position of the Orb.

He needed to be extra mindful, even if it was well beneath and between his hindlegs, so it shouldn't be much trouble; but Calamity doubted he had the skill to explain why he was balls deep in his lesbian best friend's throat.

"I wish you coulda made me an exception, Pip, Homage don't know how lucky she is..." Calamity took his hoof and drew up his semi-rigid cock, lifting the flesh-colored shaft and letting it flop heavily onto Littlepip's face with an audible smack of turgid flesh hitting soft filly cheeks.

"But if this is the only way I get to have ya to myself, then I'm gonna take a'vantage of it," Calamity drew back and placed the tip of his penis against her lips, then worked her mouth open, until she was almost at her limit; resting the tip of his bulbous glans just before her teeth.

Calamity pet Littlepip's mane reassuringly, before cupping the back of her head in his hoof. "Jus' t' let ya know, I've done this with Velvet when she's watchin' that Fluttershy Orb; I know what I'm doin', so don't you worry none; yer in good hooves." He slowly pushed forward while pulling her head onto himself, his cocktip forcing Pip's jaw open; kinking and compressing the soft, bulbous glans, until it squeezed passed her teeth and rebounded to its original size, opening her mouth further.

Calamity hissed in pleasure and pain as his sensitive head scraped against her sharp pearly-whites. "Gotta watch them chompers, girl." He chuckled and pushed further in, his cockhead and shaft were being wrapped in the tight, warm confines of Littlepip's mare-munching muzzle.

Littlepip laid on her side, her mouth forming an '0' around the spongey Pegasus cock; her head rocking along with Calamity's slow, methodical thrusts.

Calamity looked down, and smiled after seeing the kink around his thick semi-hard shaft just before it entered Pip's smaller mouth.

He was fighting against his own excitement, but now that he was finally here, face-fucking his best friend; Calamity's heart raced with thrill as his member swelled with blood, growing hard as a rifle barrel and filling Littlpip's muzzle until her jaw was straining against his girth.

"Fuck that's hot, Pip." Calamity moved gingerly in her mouth with barely a third of his cock's length filling her. He watched as the not-so-subtle outline of his flare moved back and forth through her stuffed cheeks.

Calamity thrusted while using the hoof on Pip's head to control how she fellated him. The soft, wet warmth of her limp tongue was like a fleshy cradle of heaven; contrasting against the roughness of teeth on his swollen glans.

He grasped a hoofful of her mane as he took longer strokes, stuffing her face full of his rigid member while bobbing her head against himself, using her mouth as his own personal pleasure hole.

Between his legs, Calamity's massive brown stallion balls swung above the glowing memory orb.

"Alright Pip, let's see how far you can take it." Calamity huffed as he bore down on Littlepip, while pulling her limp head and body towards himself. His tip found the back of her throat and pushed in, before Calamity rammed the rest if the way through; forcing twelve inches of his Pegasus pride down her gullet.

"Fuuuuck Lil'pip!" Calamity let out a beastial grunt as his cock sank into Littlepip's tight, lesbian throat; taking him all the way up to the medial ring. He pulled back and thrust forward just like that, fucking her throat with his fat, fleshy ring bumping against her lips. No longer was he bobbing her head, instead he continuously pushed her against himself while muzzle-fucking her.

The bulbous glans of his flare showed through where it entered her neck. Stroking back and forth along with his movements.

His hefty swaying seed sack swung dangerously close to the glowing Orb.

"Fuck yes, Pip." He panted above her while reverently touching Littlepip's steel-grey neck, watching as her throat bulged along with his strokes, his flare impressing itself through her hide; before moving his hoof back to her head.

"C'mon Pip, jus' a lil more." Calamity pressed his medial ring, mashing it against her lips; his firm iron rod strained as it compressing itself into her already straining mouth, before he forcefully pulled Littlepip's head while gripping a hoofful of her mane, forcing his massive ringed cock-base to slip inside, and nearly unhinge her jaw when it rebounded; leaving a large kink divot on his root.

"Good girl Pip, Ah knew ya could do it." Calamity breathlessly praised while petting her mane, his large Pegapony dick was hilted all the way down to the base, bulging out her throat.

Littlepip's snout was scrunched against his pubic sheath. Her eyes forced to clench due to the shear mass of Calamity's stallionhood filling her mouth. His taut, leathery testes pressed tight against her chin, making them look uncomfortably swollen.

"Shit, fuck!" Calamity shouted and pulled back as Littlepip's body began to go through epileptic convulsions due to the lack of air.

Littlepip's teeth caught onto his medial ring, causing Calamity's member to stretch at the base, before it compressed between her teeth and rebounded back like a rubber tube. Calamity withdrew until he was back to having a third of his shaft inside her mouth, clearing her airway of obstruction.

His plump testicles hovered above the glowing sphere.

"Sorry Pip, Ah got a lil carried away there... that's a good girl, deep breaths, that's it." He cooed down, while petting her reassuringly.

Littlepip's hot breaths puffed against his groin, while the tension in her suffocating body relaxed. Her gasping inadvertently suckled his member.

"What'd ya say we finish what we started Lil'Pip?" Calamity sank his cock back in and began to fuck her face. He drew all the way back, until his flare was stopped by her front teeth, before thrusting back in; sinking his entire length down her gullet.

Between his legs, Calamity's brown sack continued to narrowly miss hitting the Orb. Only the speed of Calamity's savage thrusts swung his heavy eggs enough to clear over the sphere.

He wasn't being gentle anymore. He pulled back Littlepip's head while ramming into her snout, causing his heavy, pent up balls to smack against her chin.

The room filled with the sound of flapping wings, and a unconscious filly getting her throat swabbed by a massive Pegacock.

The flapping of wings could be heard as his thrusts grew wilder, almost desperate as his cock flared deep in her throat, rocking the mattress with the force of his thrusts, ready to blow his load, and fill Littlepip's lesbian, filly-fooling belly with his essence; knowing it'd be his own dirty little secret.

A conscious mare wouldn't be able to take such savage treatment. Her throat would've been too tight from fear of dying by asphyxiation from a stallion cock. But Littlepip's limp, unconscious body was relaxed and unaware of what was happening; which permitted the best experience of muzzle-fucking a filly raw until her voice went hoarse.

Calamity pounded against her mouth in every way he could. His flare dipped in and out of her esophagus, feeling and experiencing every ribbed inch of her neck. He grinned proudly, relishing in his conquest; knowing he'd be the only stallion in history to ever know what it felt like to fuck her like this.

He was about to fulfill his fantasy of claiming Littlepip for himself. To fill her body with his sin. To fuck her the way he always wanted.

That thought was coupled with the taboo of having sex with --not just a close friend--but the Littlepip, the Stable dweller and Bringer of Light to the Equestrian Wasteland.

She would be his.

Such thoughts were coupled with the thrill of molesting her limp, unconscious body, coupled again with the thrill of possibly getting caught.

The amplification of thrill, excitement, and taboo escalated Calamity's sperm production to a whole new threshold. His already taut, swollen, overripe balls were darker, heavier, and painfully sore with an overproduction of virile stallion milk.

Calamity's brown balefire eggs shrank into his body as muscular contractions drew up his semen as it was pushed through the urethral tract, coalescing and pressurizing just before his rigid, flaring cockhead.

Calamity uttered a beastial grunt as he ejaculated, pressing his flanks firmly against Littlepip's muzzle, and shoving his throbbing, veiny member all the way to the root.

His nuts mashed against her chin, pushed backwards from the forceful pressure as they twitched, delivering their payload.

His flare opened a direct pathway to the bottom of Pip's stomach, as the first powerful jet impacted and splattered against the base of her tummy, riding along its curved walls before settling to pool in her belly.

His dick throbbed a second, even stronger pulse; ejaculating another large, dense wad of his white cream down her gullet, filling Littlpip's stomach with potent baby-making protein.

"Fuck... fuck, Pip... fuck..." Calamity huffed a breathless curse along with each powerful throb of his organ. His balls felt like they were physically emptying themselves down her throat; he felt his groin twitching as they continued to incrementally shrink after each gush of cum erupted from his flared tip.

Calamity watched his cock with distant fascination as he flexed his tool inside Littlepip's mouth. Her jaw and neck throbbed in time with his pulses, as if she were swallowing his load of her own volition; but her body was still slack.

He may as well have been fucking a corpse, which reminded him to pull out before she started shaking again; lest he would have to give mouth-to-mouth with her cum-breath.

Calamity's shaft softened, but his flare was still gorged with blood. Once his turgid cockhead passed her esophagus, Littlepip's body took a needy breath of air.

"Fuck Ah needed that," Calamity sighed contentedly as he pulled sixteen inches of glossy, wet stallion pride from his best friend's mouth; watching proudly as the outline of his shaft and cockflare extricated from her throat.

Between his hindlegs, Calamity's balls were still contracted into his body cavity, opening plenty of space between them and the Orb for his stallion nuts to clear unscathed.

Calamity hissed in pain as his overly sensitive flare scraped along Littlepip's teeth as Twelve inches of heavy, semi-hard shaft hung in an arch beneath Littlepip's chin. His swollen flare dribbled the last remnants of his effluence on her limp tongue, and became stuck just before her front teeth.

He had to use a free hoof to hold her jaw open to help free his gorged, swollen flare from the tight confines of her mouth.

In the wake of his euphoric release, Calamity forgot to account for his flaccid penis.

Most stallions shrank back into their sheath after sex, but Calamity was different in that regard.

He was a shower, not a shrinker.

His weighty semi-hard cock slipped free of her lips, the flare compressed then unfurled like a fleshy butterfly from her mouth; then swung away, knocking the Orb out of the telekinetic tether.

Littlepip's body jerked awake in response, causing Calamity to flap his wings in fright. Launching himself in the air, his flaccid swinging stallionhood slung strings of white and gossamer onto Littlepip's face; decorating her snout, cheek and horn-base with lines of Pegasus seed.

"Fuck!" Calamity barked, his chest pounding after nearly being gored by Littlepip's not-so-little horn.

He stood frozen in place as Littlepip returned to consciousness; her head flailing as if she awoke from a bad dream.

Littlepip looked around in confusion as she regained her senses, seeing Calamity staring at her in wide-eyed fear; his body bare and penis fully dropped, hanging thickly in an arch, and reaching below his hocks.

"Calamity, what- EWW; why are you naked, and-" Her muzzle scrunched as if she tasted something.

"Goddesses why does my throat hurt," she rasped. "And what is that weird, salty taste in my mouth; I don't remember having rad-gator eggs!?" She smacked and licked her lips, unknowingly swallowing the remnants of
Calamity's stud milk.

Calamity's chest was heaving in fear, while she was distracted, he collected the memory orb as it rolled towards him; keeping it covered with a wing, and took out one of the sodas from his pack.

Littlepip's attention was brought back to Calamity, as he showed her the strange multi-colored beverage. "Pip, now I know this looks bad, but jus' hear me out, before you do anythin' we'll both regret." he said. "Let's jus' have a drink, and talk it out."

Calamity watched as Littlepip's eyes darted from his face, to the drink, and to the glazed member swinging below his waist; which leaked a large droplet of opaque fluid from his deflated tip in that moment; hitting the floor with an audible splat during the pervading silence.

Her expression changed from concern and confusion, to one of dawning, horrified realization.

"While I was... You- d-did you rape me, Calamity?" Littlepip's voice cracked, her emotions were running wild between fear and confusion, to hurt and betrayal, and to anger and fury.

Calamity had nothing. No words. No excuse. His brain shut off, and all he could think to do was react. "I love you, Pip!" He blurted and tossed the bottle and the Orb at her.

"What-" Littlepip started to say, before reacting with magic to something thrown at her (like what the stable bullies used to do); and she was again trapped within the Memory Orb.

Calamity stood by himself in disbelief. His gambit paid off. Littlepip didn't have the skill or know-how to catch individual things. Instead he always noticed she'd wrapped everything up in one big field of levitation magic.

He backed up until his rump hit the wall; his backside sliding down the wall as he sat in shock, then disheveled his black hat as he grasped his head, coming to grips at what he'd done.

"I raped my best friend." Calamity whispered breathlessly. "I raped Lil'pip... she's gonna kill me; she'll tell Velvet and she'll kill me... and Homage too, and Homage will tell everypony; and they'll all come after me..."

His cock grew painfully stiff, as his thoughts were consumed at the idea of being hunted by a gang of crazy mares. And he wanted them too, all of them, so he could have all those crazy mares all to himself; and he'll shoot them till they ain't moving no more.

It was his policy.

Calamity turned Littlepip's body over to lay more on her back, giving him access to the zipper clasp of her Stable barding.

Using his teeth, he unzipped her suit; and as he did so, her smell assaulted his senses while the gold trim peeled away, revealing more of her bare, unwashed hide.

Those leather Stable suits weren't breathable either, and whenever Littlepip stripped for a bath, it was like her stench were pressurized underneath and released all at once; like some weaponized fog of female pheromones.

"Damn, you smell good Lil'pip." Calamity stopped to nuzzle the bare fluff of Littlepip's grey chest. She didn't have nearly the impressive of floof as Velvet--and compared to her, Pip's fluff was virtually non-existent--but Calamity didn't care; he loved it all the same, because it was hers.

He couldn't help leaving a few hickeys on her neck, and a few love-bites.

Her feminine stench grew thicker and more potent as he pulled downward, uncovering her body to the point Calamity could almost taste it. His snout touched her soft, taut underbelly as he continued to unzip her; until he reached bare skin and the subtle rise of her breasts, eyeing the tell-tale 'Y' of her cleavage between the zipper and yellow-gold trim of her suit.

Calamity peeled away her clothes, revealing the pale-grey skin of her udders. Her teats were colored with the barest hint of pink among light-grey mounds.

"Turned on, ain't ya, Pip?" Calamity teased, interpreting Littlepip's slack jaw and closed eyes, looking like she were in the midst of moaning in pleasure; before he went down and suckled on a soft, flaccid teat, while nuzzling into her pillowy, oval-shaped breast.

He molested her mammaries, biting her pink nips, while coating every millimeter of her teat with saliva as he lapped and sucked on her insanely soft feminine flesh. Littlepip's breasts were pert little things, small enough Calamity could fit one whole in his mouth.

Littlepip's pungent scent wafted strongly from the gap between her Stable suit and crotch-teats, blowing heated mare musk around Calamity's snout; saturating his senses while he finished molesting Pip's pert little tits.

Her smell triggered a desperate need to rut in Calamity, driving him to move on.

"I been wantin' to get a good look at you for some time, Pip," Calamity muttered huskily as he unbuttoned the crupper of her Stable suit with his teeth; then moved her tail out of the way as he peeled the last of her blue leather off her small nubile body; pulling it over her rump.

As Calamity stripped Littlepip, his snout brushed against her sex; which was now unhindered by the stuffy Stable suit, his next breath was assaulted by her powerful aroma, causing him to pause in realization.

Calamity stared at the beginnings of a slit, feeling a dampness on his lips, and let go of the blue leather clenched in his teeth.

"Yer in heat, Pip?" He asked while the unmistakable bouquet of estrus filled his senses. Her stench made him think of the few fresh apples he had in the past. Sweet with a hint of tart bitterness.

Velvet also tasted like apples, and Calamity was eager to taste sweeter fruit from Littlepip's younger cunny.

He wondered if them being from a stable with an all apple diet had something to do with it? Or maybe it was thier shared genetic pool of one clan of family Apples?

Calamity imagined a growing blush on Littlepip's sleeping face, after his question.

His heart raced at the idea of impregnating her. He'd sire another bastard foal, but with her as the mother of their offspring. His cock was painfully erect at the prospect of claiming her body and soul, as it slapped against his belly while flaring wide after the flex.

There was still a chance he could abandon this path of evil, explain himself, and maybe avoid capital punishment from his female companions.

He wasn't doing this exclusively out of sick, selfish pleasure. Calamity genuinely loved and cared for Littlepip. But it was a possessive, one-sided kind of love. He wanted them both for himself, and he'd gladly take Homage as well.

He'd breed them all, if they'd let him.

It was more than any Enclave stallion could ever hope for.

Littlepip understood that beautiful was a bad thing in the Wasteland, but she was ignorant of her own value as a prime broodmare, simply for being from a stable. Littlepip and Velvet's genetics were free from disease and defects wrought by the taint and radiation which pervaded the land.

Calamity understood all of this. And he'd be a fool to not sow his seeds in such a fine, unsullied product of the Pony race.

Even with her body lightly chewed by the wasteland--like so many other Ponies-- Littlepip's face and body still belied all the fairness of youth.

Littlepip was a decade younger than her fellow Stable resident, Velvet, and her youth showed its advantage through her flanks. Littlepip had the small, lithe, freshly matured rump of a tight, teenaged filly just entering marehood.

Pip's flanks were tight, round, and youthful in a way that Velvet's matured, wide, foal-bearing hips couldn't match. Like an over-sized filly.

Calamity undressed her the rest of the way, and touched her marehood reverently, then pulled her lips apart; admiring the pale pink within.

"God damn, Lil'pip, you got a bigger clit then Velvet," Calamity praised, and squeezed her springy rump.

Littlepip's pussy was a near-perfect match to her steel-grey hide. She had the desirable combination of a short, small slit, and large, plump lips with a clit the size of a pre-war Bit.

Calamity teased, pawing at the bulbous base of her vulva. "Guess you had to be blessed with size elsewhere, huh Lil'pip?" He admired her small frame, and abnormally large bud.

Calamity couldn't resist such a pert, young, sweet-looking rump, and dove his snout right in, drowning his senses in Littlepip's estrus; he shuffled between her nubile cheeks, then dragged his tongue up her slit, tasting her lesbian-loving nectar.

The body knew what was happening even if the mind didn't. Millions of years of evolution could never erase a mare's desire to be bred. Not even a lesbian like Littlepip could ignore her body's natural instinct.

Her subconscious reacted to the stimulation in her nethers, leaking an excess of lubricant; which Calamity hungrily lapped up.

He parted the lips her plump fillyhood, and reached deep inside with his tongue, tasting the ribbed walls of Littlepip's warm tunnel.

Calamity forced her clit out with a press of a hoof, and teased at the semi-firm bud with his tongue; her sex feeling hot to the touch.

Calamity wallowed in the moment with his muzzle buried deep in Littlepip's rump, her pert cheeks resting against either side of his muzzle; eating at her delicious pussy; and drowning his senses in her fertile scent.

Calamity gazed longingly at Littlepip's grey puckered little ponut, his snout pressed so tight against her slit, that her rectal flesh kissed the tip of snout.

Calamity sighed in disappointment, knowing he wouldn't have enough time, and withdrew his tongue from her nethers.

"Velvet's gotta be gettin' tired o' that machine soon; unless she's really hell bent on breaking it open, but I ain't gonna chance it" Calamity spoke idly.

He shifted Littlepip into position, turning her body to lay fully on her belly, then hauling her rump up to present itself before him.

Calamity got into position behind her, having to sit on his rump, and draped his cock over her back.

Littlepip's body was so small compared to him. "Damn, Lil'pip, you make me feel like I'm about to fuck a little filly." Calamity rested his dick between her nubile filly rump, then drew back to place the tip against her slit.

Calamity didn't want to draw this out any more. He was ready to take her. His cockhead easily engulfed her small vulva.

He pressed in, pushing Littlepip's vulva inward, his bulbous glans bent at an angle in protest against her tight entrance.

"Fuck, yer tight fukkin' cunt, Pip." Calamity grunted in frustration. He backed off and tried again, this time spreading her lips apart and setting his tip against her hole.

He pushed again, feeling the heat of Littlepip's sex stretch around his glans as it entered her tight teenaged pussy.

Warmth wrapped around Calamity's fat domed flare, along with a pinching discomfort, until Littlepip's body relented; and his bulbous head smoothly sank a few inches into her tight, moist tunnel.

Calamity released a pleasured sigh as he checked on his progress. He'd only gotten the tip inside, seeing Littlepip's plump lips around the sides, creating a tight seal around his shaft. Even with a slack pussy, and the narrowest part of his member, Littlepip's tight entrance pressed a divot around Calamity's hard dick.

If Littlepip were conscious, Calamity was sure she'd be writhing and cursing colorfully in discomfort.

Moving on, Calamity rocked his first few inches back and forth, allowing Littlepip's natual lubricant to ease his intrusion, and to stretch her out.

He didn't want to leave her bloody, broken and in pain when the memory Orb ended. But judging by how tight she was, some pain was likely an inevitable outcome.

Calamity climbed above her, placing his hooves to either side of her small frame as he got into position.

"Here I go, Lil'pip," he whispered down at her sleeping face, while bumping against her body with a few test thrusts.

Calamity bore down and rolled his waist, pushing half of his thick member into Littlepip's tight foal hole, her twisting warmth gripped his shaft as he sank further into her little body.

He pulled back until Littlepip's tight, gripping pussy choked his shaft just beneath the flared ridge of his swollen glans; then pushed back in, up to the medial ring.

Calamity felt his cock bore into parts of Littlepip that no stallion or mare has ever had the pleasure of exploring. Her muscled walls gripped him in ways that Velvet could only hope to imitate.

"Take it, Pip; you fukkin' want it," Calamity whispered above her, while bumping his fat, veiny ring against Littlepip's tight entrance; her limp, unconscious body bumping along with his firm thrusts.

Calmity stroked his shaft in and out, until she felt loosened up enough to take a little more. He spent the moment savoring every bump and ridge that stroked his flare and caressed his shaft.

On any other sadistic mare, Calamity wouldn't have cared if he'd torn or damaged something in her; but he was being slow and methodical with his precious filly friend.

At first.

Calamity's talent was fixing and improving things, customizing them to his liking, until they were improved beyond perfect condition; and he used that talent on Littlepip's tight little teenaged pussy. Using his cock like a tool, he shaped her, molding her into a proper fuck hole.

Each thrust of his member became like a hammer blow against Littlepip's soft, malleable cunt.

Her vulva lips looked as though they were sucking and swallowing Calamity's length. Rising and falling along with his girth, until the medial ring battered against her tight seal.

Calamity bore down harder, trying to force the last third of his girthy stallion cock into Littlepip's small body; his massive length kinking painfully after each failed attempt.

"Ffffshhh, grrrah!" Calamity hissed and growled at the pain, but his only focus was on claiming what was his.

The smell of a filly in heat saturated the room like a fog. And Calamity's sole purpose was to sow his seeds in her. To breed Littlepip like the sexy little broodmare she was.

Slowly Calamity chipped away at her tight, fleshy barrier, his fat medial ring entering only millimeters beyond Littlepip's overstretched cunt lips; getting it wet and lubricated bit by little bit.

On the next push, Calamity felt it sink in, his cocktip pushed against a resistance deep inside Littlepip's body; but there was no sudden looseness after conquering such a tight space, instead it was a constant pressure around his base.

Calamity had sunk almost the full length of his cock into Littlepip's body. Sixteen inches of his Pegasus Pride was wrapped snuggly inside her Unicorn snatch, coated in slick lesbian juices.

Calamity checked on her to make sure he didn't damage anything.

"Holy shit, Pip..." He gasped at the sight.

Calamity knew he was larger than the average stallion. But Littlepip's small body made his cock look monstrously large by comparison.

Littlepip's tight pussy-seal nearly disappeared. Reduced to a tiny, thin ring around his throbbing cockbase; his veiny root also touched either side of Pip's pert rump-cheeks, leaving a divot on each side of her plot. Her cute little pucker was compressed and misshapen into an oval against her dock.

Down below, the shear size of his dark brown mass spread Littlepip's pussy so wide, it exposed her soft, semi-hard bit-clit.

Calamity pulled back, alleviating some of the tightness, watching as Littlepip's pussy-lips dragged back with him, as if they didn't want to let him go; her vulva-seal growing back in size.

The outline of his medial ring appeared beneath her ponut, before tugging it out with an audible squelch of wet flesh.

"Ah fuck yes, Pip, that's it," he pushed back in, and began to make longer, fuller strokes as Littlepip's pussy was molded into a perfect cock sleeve just for him.

Calamity shifted above her, pulling his cock out until only the fat domed head remained inside, then pushed the shaft back in, until it came to a brief, full stop; before his girthy medial ring forced through her pliable plothole again.

He let his sadistic glee emerge through a small grin as his excitement grew to a new level. Calamity was covering her back, his hooves planted and making light humping motions against her plot, watching Littlepip's small body bumping along with his thrusts.

His cock was fully buried in Littlepip's warm, wet teenaged filly snatch; and the smell of her estrus was driving him into a feral rut.

Calamity stared down at Littlepip's slack, sleeping face, and kissed her as a lover would, then pulled back.

"So this is what dyke pussy feels like," he thrust forward, mashing his balls with her clit. The shear size of his shaft exposing the semi-soft bud, before swinging forward and smacking against it. Littlepip's wet, ribbed walls stroked, squeezed, and caressed his member.

"I'm gonna make you mine Lil'pip," he said as he withdrew his dick a few inches, leaving his fat ring inside, and thrust again, fucking her with it.

"I'm gonna put my foal in ya, you're gonna make-unf- a great mother Lil'pip," he huffed and grunted as he pulled back again, before pushing forward with another ball-smacking thrust.

Calamity's pace gradually quickened as his thoughts excited him. He was committing numerous crimes, and he didn't care one damn bit. He wasn't just fucking an underaged filly, but raping her, and was knowingly about to impregnate her.

Statutory rape of a minor, actual rape, breeding without permit, and sexual assault.

The only thing that could make this better, was letting Littlepip know she was being bred against her will.

Calamity couldn't help but wonder how Littlepip would react to him fucking her lesbian breeding hole.

He could only imagine what she'd say to him right now, and what she'd do.

Curse words of a whole new caliber to be sure, and maybe something involving her insanely strong telekinesis and his testicles, perhaps.

Calamity was bumping into Littlepip and glanced at the Orb floating just a short distance away.

He could swipe at it with a wing, bring Littlepip back to consciousness, and have her bucking wildly on his dick.

The thoughts excited him, and Calamity bit down on Littlepip's withers, his penis flaring inside her tight, moist, narrow canal.

Tempting as it was, but too risky; he decided to settle with raping her limp, unconscious body.

He began to buck her in earnest, making long, hard strokes of his swollen rod; the crushing depths of Littlepip's vagina changed, molding itself around his member with each pounding thrust.

Calamity fucked her with his swollen flare, dragging it along every bump and ridge of every inch inside Littlepip's vagina. Stretching and hollowing her out with his swollen, turgid head.

The sound of slapping wet flesh pervaded itself within the direlect room, echoing in rapidly rising frequency.

Calamity wasn't being gentle anymore, nor did he care. His only focus was on breeding his mare.

Faster and faster he thrust as pressure and warmth surrounded his pride. His cum was being drawn up again, feeling it pressurizing in his stallion rod.

Calamity switched to smaller, rapid thrusts, trying to coax his orgasm; while working to get the last remaining centimeter of his dick inside Littlepip's sweet pussy.

His fully flared head bumped against Littlepip's cervix. Her opening was being exposed little by little after each small, rapid thrust.

Calamity couldn't hold back any more.

With a final long stroke followed by several smaller ones. Calamity pushed hard against Littlepip's rump, lifting her limp form against his crotch; burying the last remaining bit of his base into her overstretched pussy.

Inside her vagina, Calamity's flare plugged itself against her cervical barrier, the force pulling back his bulbous glans and exposing the long urethra tube as it penetrated into the opening of Littlepip's uterus.

Calamity's cock flexed angrily and pulsed, shooting a thick, creamy stream of fresh foal batter directly into Littlepip's womb; painting her back wall in a tsunami of white effluence.

The girth of his shaft expanded in rhythm with each pulse of his ejaculation, stretching Littlepip's sex just that tiny bit more, after each flex of his veiny member.

Calamity breathed a stalliony snort through his nose while still biting Littlepip's withers, after each flex of his cock; injecting load after load of Pegasus seed into the unicorn's fertile field.

His shaft throbbed painfully after his second orgasm, followed by an equally painful pulse of his over-flared head as it squirted foal-batter into Littlepip's womb.

After the sixth shot, Calamity's contractions became less intense. So he dismounted from Littlepip's back, and turned her over onto her back; while keeping his flared dick inside her pussy.

Calamity gently fucked Littlepip while holding her legs spread apart, and waited for his cock finished coming as it continued to dribble the remnants of his ball-sack into her vagina, lubricating his slow thrusts.

He wanted the moment to last forever. Just him stroking his glazed dick inside her thoroughly used pussy. He bumped against her lovingly, cherishing each sensation her tight canal gave him; burning the details into his mind.

A small pang of disappointment hit his chest, realizing there was no virgin blood decorating his cock. But he uttered a sigh, accepting her tight lesbian hole as probably just as good as the real thing.

"Velvet's gotta be gettin' close to givin' up soon, I don't wanna leave; but I can't stay after this... normally I would clean you up and suck my mess outta ya, like with Vel, but there's no point now." Calamity pulled back, removing the sixteen inches of his stallion pride from her velvet tunnel. He watched longingly as each inch was removed, only stopping as his bloated oversized flare became stuck for a moment.

His engorged flare stretched her plump filly lips, obscenely looking like she was giving birth to his cockflare, before it came out with an audible pop of wet, sticky flesh; before resting flaccidly while draped over the mattress edge.

Calamity sat back and basked in the afterglow, while admiring his work. A dollop of white leaked from Littlepip's marehood, trailing a small puddle of Pegasus spunk from her slit.

"Fuck, I bred you Pip, you're gonna be carryin' my foal now, ain't ya?" Calamity said, placing a hoof on her springy rump to caress and rock her body in a reassuring way.

Calamity reached down and spread Littlepip's vulva, admiring the white, sticky mess he made in her; then drew back with a little of his spunk clinging to his hoof.

He breathed a contented sigh, and relaxed... until Velvet Remedy rounded the corner, humming happily as she enjoyed the sugary-sweetness of her Cherry-flavored Sparkle-Cola.

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Calamity's eyes went wide and mouth gaped in fear as his marefriend rounded the collapsed corner, seeing her pause with a shocked expression.

Velvet saw Littlepip, her bare naked body laying on the bed, the glowing memory Orb floating tethered by her green magic, and her slack-jawed face. Along with the musky stench of sex and pheromones saturating the room, practically pushing away to replace the musty air, and hitting her in the face like a rolling fog.

Calamity sat fearfully while caught holding Littlepip's hindlegs spread apart, her tiny pink teats on display before him; and his fleshy-brown semi-hard cock draped over the mattress' edge. His flaccid and flared shaft was decorated with a glazed wetness matching the shiny gossamer coating Littlepip's exposed vulva; and both were leaking a white discharge from their sex.

"Calamity, what the FUCK!" Velvet Remedy barked angrily at him.

Calamity quickly reached over, opened, and took a swig of Sparkle-Cola ZAP!.

'Maybe after this, I'll jus' be lucky I'm alive.' he thought.

Some time later, Littlepip awoke from the memory orb.

If Calamity were still around, she knew exactly what to do. She spent her time in the Orb wisely--though it was hard to think, while also living in another pony's body; and getting over the existential crisis of him betraying her trust--she managed to devise a way to neutralize her Pegasus companion.

Her plan was to capture and question, but she'd only kill him, if he gave her no other choice. It wasn't an easy thing for her to steel her resolve towards.

She awoke from the Orb, her plan and resolve immediately vanished in the wake of a massive pain she felt in her abdomin.

Littlepip doubled over, cluching her womb while rolling side-to-side as she cursed.

"Motherfucking, goddessdamn, Celestia's molten sun-cock fucking Luna's bitch-asshole," Littlepip grit her teeth and growled in pain as the feeling eventually dulled to a throbbing ache.

"Owe, my cervix, my cunt, owe..." Littlepip hissed in pain and touched her vulva with a tender hoof, feeling a soreness in her vagina while her labia felt swollen and bruised. There was a slimy, sticky, slickness coating her genitals. And her legs were lightly caked in dried, sticky whiteness.

She pulled back her hoof, seeing lines of gossamer and white dripping sticky strings between her hoof and abused pussy.

"Eww, Calamity, why..." Littlepip wimpered. "He... he raped me, while I was..." Her womb felt bloated, and she could feel the slimy, wet mess Calamity left in her vagina, whenever she clenched her tunnel, and felt her walls rubbing smoothly together.

Her tunnel was completely flooded with bodily lubricant and stallion jizz.

The sensations stimulated her sensitive nerves, making her cheeks flush as her arousal grew.

Littlepip was a lesbian, but she was still a horny filly in heat. Every mare in estrus felt the need and desire to mate and be bred by an alpha stud. It consumed every moment of every thought. The thoughts and desires grows exponentially the longer a mare withholds from satisfying those urges.

And Littlepip abstained for her whole life, until now. Homage lacked the fluids needed to calm her down. So her needs grew and grew to the point she started seeing Calamity as a potential mate.

For days she unconsciously raised her tail around Calamity, and winked her clit at him whenever he stood behind her. Only her full-body Stable Utility jumpsuit saved her from mortifying embarrassment.

But her salvation was also her damnation.

The tightness of the leather suit gave little room for her abnormally large clit to wink. Thus it gave her sexual stimulation whenever she flexed her burning hot, swollen bud. Rasping the sensitive bundle of nerve ending against the tight, restricting, leather.

Estrus was driving her crazy to the point she wanted to strip off her barding, and have Calamity do what stallions did best for a filly in need.

A thought that both reviled and intrigued her.

But now his cum was already inside her, and all the cooling relief with it.

"He ejaculated his semen into me... gross, there's so much of it!" Littlepip whined as she shifted on the bed, and watched as a small flood of Pegasus spunk gushed from her nethers, and stain the mattress below.

She felt better. Not good, given the soreness of what she imagined was a ravenous rut. But the craven need for a stallion cock was toned down several degrees.

Which was the reason she withdrew into the memory orb, it was the only non-sexual relief she had. Masturbation without the accompanying ejaculate from a stud just made things worse.

Littlepip found snippets of information which eluded to the existence of a synthetic semen substitute that Pre-war mares used in devices called "coolers". It was supposed to have all the cooling relief of the real thing, without the risk of pregnancy.

It wasn't a priority, at first, but finding the information on how to make the stuff was something Littlepip wanted to shift all her efforts towards, especially since her heat was worse than any of her past ones before.

She was certain it was due to an increased exposure to real, actual sunlight.

If anything, Littlepip knew it would make a great gift for Homage, who'd managed to find more sex toys to use on her. Some fake sperm would be icing on the cake. Or more accurately, Littlpip would be the cake, and Homage would totally coat her in icing, except the icing would be the faux semen they'd make together.

Or she'd squirt on her again like last time, that was fun too, and Littlepip wouldn't mind doing that again. Or the time Homage poured a whole potion bottle full of her fem-cum down Littlepip's vagina to help with her estrus.

Her beautiful mare worked so hard to produce so much for her, just to fail...

Littlepip's thoughts did little to help lower her need.

However though, her need was low, but not zero.

She looked around the room, and found Velvet lying on the floor, her face down and rump up; her hind-end facing towards Littlepip.

At first Littlepip noticed the memory orb tethered in her magic, while Velvet herself was unconscious; but those were secondary after seeing Velvet's glossy ebony marehood facing towards her.

And Velvet's slit was leaking a dollop of white, just like her own.

"He blew a load in you too?" Littlepip asked aloud. "But he said he loved me, and he loves you; so why would he do this?"

Her questions quickly left the forefront of her mind as Littlepip kept staring at Velvet's perfect, curved, ebony vulva.

Littlepip started stroking her marehood, the pleasure complimented the soreness, reminding her of the time she spent with Homage and her double-dick toy.

She imagined Calamity's powerful physique dominating her helpless frame.

She masturbated to the sight of Velvet's pussy, wanting nothing more than to molest her beautiful black cunt; to run her tongue between Velvet's slit and taste the pink within.

Though she felt angry and betrayed. There was still a love she felt for him.

"Fuck Calamity, you foal-murdering, rapist fucking bastard," Littlepip moaned while her hoof circled around her rock-hard clitorus. The bud making long, hard winks that was painfully engorged, caused by how incredibly horny she was.

Littlepip's hoof made rapid strokes on her vulva; massaging her filly-cunt up and down, and side-to-side; flicking her swollen bud on every pass.

Littlepip started gasping in effort as a familiar coil in her pelvis began to tighten further and further, ready to spring at any moment.

"I'm gonna k-kill you for this, Ca-AH, Calamity, but first I'm gonna- I'm gonna c- c- coooome!" The coil became an explosive orgasm which rocked through her body in crashing waves, causing her to convulse while still stroking her gushing pussy; flicking filly cum and stallion semen everywhere, staining her inner thighs, the mattress, and part of the wall from the force of her spasms; her tail and rump were completely soaked.

Littlepip collapsed in a breathless heap, panting like she'd just ran across half the wasteland on a fetch quest. Her damp, sweaty body soaked into the musty, cum-stained mattress as she cooled down.

The needy ache for mating was still there, but now it was bearable.

Littlepip placed a hoof on her belly, just above her teats, and stroked the tiny, imperceptible bump of her womb.

She imagined there were millions of sperm wearing tiny black desperado hats swimming to swarm the ovum she'd created this estrus season. One would reach her egg first, and use its tail to throw off its hat, before diving in to fertilize it with a hearty whoop of glee.

A small smile graced her lips. "Let's go get your daddy, and make him take responsibility for you." She said to her belly. "But first..."

Littlepip rolled off the mattress and sauntered over towards Velvet's raised and presented rump.

"Velvet, Velvet, Velvet," Littlepip cooed, and sat on her haunches before her dripping black cunt.

"Ick," Littlepip's snout scrunched in disgust at the sight of Velvet's wrecked, cum-filled ebony-black snatch.

But Littlepip's hormones allowed her to easily push down her disgust, and make her drawn to the pungent scent of stallion semen.

"This is for that little stunt you tried to pull on me, Velvet; maybe don't offer yourself so flagrantly." She leaned over, speaking towards Velvet's sleeping face. Her head laying sideways on top of her hooves against the floor, like she was taking a nap with her rump held straight up in air.

Littlepip leaned forward and lapped up Velvet's slit, coating her tongue in a small deluge of bodily fluids, and tonguing around her full, curved vulva lips.

Calamity's salty cum was a perfect complement to Velvet's sweet nectar. Littlepip quickly grew to crave their flavor, and spread Velvet's lips apart to lap deeper inside her vagina; before Littlepip placed her mouth at Velvet's entrance, and sucked out what she could.

Littlepip always heard that all the mares in Stable 2 tasted like Apples, but nopony knew why. Sadly Littlepip didn't have anyone else to compare her to, besides Homage.

It was a good, small meal, but strangely enough it satisfied her hunger; which Littlepip didn't recall eating before going into the Orb.

"Hmph," Littlepip grunted indignantly, remembering the soreness in her throat and the salty taste in her mouth. It made sense that Calamity would've already fed her his cock and ball juice, which explained why she wasn't currently super hungry.

She rubbed her stomach with a hoof, imaging her belly and womb both filled to the brim with stud milk.

It should've disgusted her. But Littlepip recalled in the Stable's sexual education class, Pony's senses are dulled to things that normally would gross them out.

Littlepip figured it was true, and lapped deeply inside Velvet's velvet canal, while playing with her own clit. She spread Velvet's vulva apart and played with her flaccid black bud as well.

Littlepip withdrew and nosed between Velvet's legs, and suckled on her large, semi-firm teats; pressing her snout into Velvet's cleavage from behind, her voluptuous breasts poking between her hindlegs; squeezing them together with their combined mass.

It was amazing that Velvet had never foaled before, and yet possess teats that could compete with the Goddesses.

Littlepip was in heaven, her snout buried in the the cleavage of the most sexy mare in Stable 2; and finally getting to try her pussy... until Velvet's body jerked awake, whipping around and blasting her with the numbing spell. Totally immobilizing her.

"Oh Littlepip, I'm so sorry, I thought you were-" Velvet paused, realizing she hadn't been wrong to assume she was still being raped; just by a different pony than she expected. "First Calamity and now you!! What the fuck is wrong with everypony today!?"