The trip back to the farmstead is a tense affair. Pear Butter hasn’t said a word; she just makes you walk out in front of her, just like the Guards make you do when they’re escorting you to and from the holding cells. You can feel her eyes on you the entire journey, her gaze burning into the back of your head with such intensity that you actually breathe a sigh of relief when the rundown farmhouse comes into view.

Your relief doesn’t last long.

Grabbing your ear in her teeth, Pear begins to march you forcibly towards the house. “Come on,” she growls through her gritted teeth. “Get moving now! Back to the house!”

“Ow, okay, okay, okay! Geez!” you cry, trying to keep up with her in order to reduce the tension on your ear. Your hooves stumble over roots and rocks that are hidden in the dark. “I’m going! I’m bucking goin—ow!” She grinds her teeth together as you curse, causing a new spike of pain to flash through your sensitive ear. “Lay off the ear, lady! You’re gonna tear it off! Ow ow ow!”

Despite your whining, she doesn’t let go until both of you are standing on the porch. Throwing open the door, she points inside with a hoof before saying two words. “March. Now.”

You give her a grudging look before doing as you are told. As you slink by her though, she swats your flank hard with a hoof, leaving behind a stinging welt. At the unexpected ‘thwack’, you jerk forward with a yelp, your tail tucking protectively between your legs. Rubbing at your stinging rump, you glare back at Pear, only for her to point at the stairs with the same hoof that smacked you.

“Up the stairs, now!” she commands.

For a moment, you consider arguing with her, but the look in her eyes stops you cold. You might have a jaded past, as well as several severe confrontations with the Guards, but even you know when to pick and choose your battles.

And this… this is one fight you can not—will not—win.

Turning, you make your way into the darkened house. No lights are on, and you are forced to find your way around by the light of the moon shining through the windows. You trip and stumble a few times on some rugs and an end table, but eventually, you manage to find the stairs.

You begin to climb them slowly, Pear Butter right behind you, giving you a piece of her mind the entire time. “I can’t believe you’d do something this… stupid! I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt when you first showed up… I mean, I was sure your mother had to be exaggerating when she told me how troubled you were, but this… this is just… ugh! I can’t believe you! You’re lucky I showed up when I did or else I’d be sending you back home to your mother in a wooden box. Is that what you want?!”

“It was just a late night stroll. I got lost,” you grumble under your breath, only to yelp as she swats your rump again, on the exact same spot as before.

“And earlier today?” Pear asks sharply. “When you abandoned Applejack and Big Mac at the stand? When you stole alcohol from Luscious Grape’s store? When you looted the stalls after hours? What were those?”

Your eyes shoot open wide and you whip around to gape at her. “W-wha… how did you…?!”

“I told you. When you first arrived,” Pear Butter huffs. “Don’t try and wander off, or it wouldn’t end well for you. Did you really think the Guards were just going to drop you off here, alone with my family, without some protection for us?”

“Y-you… there are guards tailing me?!”

“Of course there are,” Pear Butter snaps, “and it’s only because of me that you aren’t on your way back to Canterlot, shackled in the back of a cart. When they came to me this afternoon, I asked them to give me a few more days to try and fix your behavior. And then you go and pull this stunt!” She snorts again, her nostrils flaring as she glares at you.

You stare at her, trying to process what she was saying. The guards wanted to take you back, but she told them no? It just… it didn’t make sense. After a moment of trying to figure it out, you can only voice your confusion with one word. “W-why?”

Pear’s eyes narrowed. “Because Stormy asked me to fix you, and I’ll be damned if I let my friend down without trying. Now… march!” She swats your flank for a third time, and you leap forward up the stairs.

“Hey, cut it out!” you yelp, your left rump practically numb now. “Stop hitting it or you’re gonna bruise it!”

“You’ll be lucky if all I do is bruise it,” Pear says before motioning towards the attic stairs at the far end of the hall. “Now, get up there.”

Giving her one last glare, you turn and climb awkwardly up into the musty attic. Dust tickles your nose as you make your way over to your blanket-tent and flop down on the mattress. A noise behind you makes you turn around, and much to your surprise, you see that Pear Butter has followed you up and is in the process of pulling up the ladder. It’s hard to see her well in the darkness, as the moonlight has become muted due to a group of clouds that have rolled in.

“What… what are you doing?” you ask, giving her a confused look as she walks over.

“Well, it’s clear you’re going to be more of a hassle than I first thought,” she says, her southern twang getting thicker as she talks. “I was hoping to try a few more tactics before getting to this one, but after tonight, it seems I’m going to have to step up my methods. You’ve forced my hoof, so it’s time to try something extreme.”

“Extreme?” you begin to ask, only to yelp when Pear Butter suddenly shoves you hard. Tumbling backward onto the mattress, you quickly find yourself tangled in the excess sheets. Before you have a chance to free yourself, Pear ducks down into the makeshift tent and places her forehooves on your chest, pinning you down. Despite the fact that she’s slightly smaller than you, she apparently makes up for that in pure strength.

You try and shake her off, but are unable to do so thanks to the blankets currently wrapped around your forelegs acting like rope. A tiny amount of fear starts to well up inside your chest and you wiggle beneath her. Is this it? Is she going to off you and bury you in the cornfield out back? By Discord’s squamous sack, you're going to be murdered here and your spirit is going to be stuck haunting this place forever, isn’t it?

The cloud cover breaks momentarily, allowing the moonlight to illuminate Pear’s face for a brief moment. She glares down at you, a cold look in her eyes, almost as if she’s disgusted at what she sees. Then, the moment passes, and clouds cover the moon again, plunging the attic back into darkness.

With that, she begins to move, her weight shifting forwards as her hooves move from your chest up towards your shoulders, sliding forcefully over your coat. Your eyes widen in alarm as the pressure moves higher. “What are you doing?!”

“I already told you,” Pear Butter says emotionlessly. “I’m done playing around and I’m resorting to extreme measures.”

Yup, she’s going to kill you.

You brace yourself, waiting for the inevitable feeling of her hooves squeezing around your throat or crushing your skull like a melon. However, it never comes, and instead, her hooves pressed down upon your shoulders. She shifts her weight back, using your shoulders as support as her rump slips down into your lap.

Your breath escapes you with a huff as you feel something soft and warm brush over your sheath.

Is… is that her…?

By now your eyes have adjusted enough to the darkness that you can make out the form above you. Pear Butter continues to stare down at you, a cold, dispassionate look on her face despite the current, awkward situation. She shows no reaction, even as she marehood pressed down against your groin.

Confusing overtaking fear, you ask for a third time. “What are you doing?”

Instead of answering, Pear huffs before grinding her rump against you. Her folds brush over your sheath, and you twitch as your member starts to stir from its slumber. She… she can’t be… there’s no way!

Unable to believe what is happening, you watch with wide eyes as Pear Butter continues to grind herself against you, your sheath slowly becoming coated in her own arousal. Under her ministrations, your member emerges, and you gasp in shock as your head is consumed by her folds.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Sure, it isn’t the first time that somepony else has played with your junk; one of your gang members gave you a rather sloppy blowjob behind the school one day because she was curious. However, that experience was pitiful compared to what was happening now. The way Pear’s folds hugged and squeezed at your flare, the wet heat slowly enveloping you, enticing your member to stiffen either further.

It felt amazing.

Pear suddenly gives a particularly hard grind, and you grit your teeth as your head finally pops inside her slit fully. The sensation from before intensifies, her inner walls squeezing and grabbing at your member from all directions.

“B-buck,” you grunt, clenching your eyes shut as the almost overwhelming sensation threatens to claim you. Your stallionhood throbs before erupting from your sheath all at once, plunging into Pear Butter up to the base.

Stars explode in front of your eyes.

As you lie there, gasping and squirming in pleasure, Pear Butter glances down to the point where both of you are joined. “Is that all you’ve got?” she tsks. “A little disappointing, but I guess it’ll have to do.” Snorting, she begins to work herself against your hips.

Your member shifts about inside her, and your hindlegs twitch as your flare drags against her inner folds. Despite having had two foals already, she’s surprisingly snug, her velvety flesh holding onto you tight as she moves. The feeling sends a spike of pleasure rushing through your body, and even though you’ve taken care of such things already this week, you can feel your climax fast approaching.

Unable to help yourself, you buck your hips upwards, trying to get as much of your cock inside this mudpony as possible.

Pear Butter shows no reaction to your stallionhood jerking and shifting insider of her. Her gaze remains cold as she continues to glare down at you. If you hadn’t been balls deep inside of her right now, you would have assumed from her expression that she was about to give you a lecture. All she does though is roll her hips before suddenly lifting up.

Several inches of your shaft slide out of her before she sits back down again, her rump slapping wetly against your hips. Your balls bounce at the impact, and your member kicks inside her as it drools precum.

She pauses a moment before repeating the action, this time lifting herself up higher off your cock before dropping down. The third time was a little higher still, as was the fourth. On the fifth stroke, she raises up until you almost slip free from her folds. Only your flare remains inside her, and for a moment, she stays there. Her clit winks out, as her tunnel squeezes down upon your flare. Then, without ceremony, she sits down hard and your member disappears inside her with a wet ‘schlunk’.

You groan as you go cross-eyed. “Holy bucking shit.”

With that, Pear Butter rides you hard, lifting herself up until you’re almost pulled free, only to drop back down. The mattress shifts beneath your combined weight, and the old floorboards creak loudly with each meaty smack. Before long, the heavy scent of sex stifles the air, along with the wet sound of flesh slapping together. A mixture of both your arousals drip down your balls to roll over your pucker and down into your tail.

You grunt and groan, your legs twitching and jerking as pleasure crashes into you with each slap. Her muscle control is unbelievable, her marehood squeezing at you with unreal tightness as she pulls up, tugging at your flare and practically lifting your hips off the mattress by grip alone. On the down stroke, her inner walls pulse and spasm around your returning shaft, milking you in ways that not even your magic could replicate.

A familiar pressure wells up inside you, and you begin to flare inside of Pear. If she feels it, she doesn’t slow down. If anything, her pace quickens. Your balls twitch, jerking up against your body as their contents churn. As your climax barrels towards you, you horn sparks and sputters with magic, even with the nullstone ring.

Clenching your eyes, you grit your teeth as your head flares wide, the ridges dragging against Pear’s spasming inner flesh. This is it… the moment has come! Your balls jump and you can feel the first burst of cum forcing itself down your shaft. The pressure is too much, and with a kick, your member unloads…

...all across your chest.

You let out a pained whinny as Pear unexpectedly pulls herself off you completely at the last second. Your member slips free and slaps against your stomach as the first rope of cum splashes across your chest. With no more stimulus, the pleasure you had been enjoying disappears in an instant, replaced instead with an empty, unfulfilled feeling. Your haunches quiver and you try to thrust yourself upwards, back into the heated depths from which you had escaped, but you couldn’t get an angle.

Instead, your cock bounces about, twitching and jerking as it paints your chest white. It wetly slaps against your stomach, strands of cum and mare juice matting your fur in thin strands of goo. You buck your hips helplessly, trying to find some stimulation to help you tip over the edge completely, but nothing comes. Instead, you fall just short of your climax.

You got your release, but not the euphoria that was supposed to come with it.

Breathing heavily, you lie there in a daze. Your cock twitches, plastered to your chest with a mixture of your own fluids and Pear’s arousal. It’s not softening though, and there’s an uncomfortable pressure in your balls. You’re confused—she made your cum, but it didn’t feel like you came. What happened?

Wait…

Was this her punishment?

…

Trying to regain your composure, you sneer up at her. “Really? Y-you call this a punishment? To rut me? Gee, thanks. Great punishment. Certainly seen the errors of my way. Had I know that you’d do this, I would have acted up sooner!”

She stares down at you, strands of her arousal slowly dripping from her marehood to land on your thighs. The corners of her mouth twitch downward and her eyes narrow. “This isn’t the punishment… this is the method. It’s clear that you’re too hormonal, too much testosterone building up in your system. You have so much energy to burn that you’re acting out. So, I’m going to work you to the bone. Get you so exhausted that you won’t have any energy left to cause mischief.”

“By giving me sex?” you scoff.

“By draining you,” she says. “I’m going to get rid of your excess energy without giving you the satisfaction.” She plants a hoof on your slick member. “You’ll get all the release, and none of the pleasure.”

As her hoof rubs your shaft, you wince, tremors of pleasure beginning to trickle through your body again. You might have jizzed all over yourself, but your cock was still raring to go.

Attempting to hide your need—even with your stallionhood twitching and drooling precum all over your chest again—you roll your eyes. “Whatever. This changes nothing. You think this is a big deal? When you leave, I’ll just crank one out before I got to sleep.”

From above you, Pear Butter pauses her stroking of your cock. She gives you a look and slowly shaking her head. “Sleep? Oh no, suga’,” she says before grasping your member with her hoof. She positions your head at the entrance of her marehood again before slowly sinking back down on it.

You groan as your stallionhood is once again consumed in blessed heat.

Placing her hooves on your shoulder, Pear gives you a dark look before whispering. “You ain’t getting any sleep tonight.”

Author's Note

Sorry for the extremely late update. I've been busier than sin, what with graduation, moving out of my apartment, and my own mother ending up in the hospital. Hopefully, now that things are starting to calm down again, I start releasing updates more frequently.

Also, I apologize if this chapter is sloppier than the others. It's hard to edit when you're exhausted.