Anon scarcely had time to breathe before the older mare was upon him.

With the speed and litheness of a feral cat in heat, Cloudy Quartz stepped up over his lower body, as he still lay on his back on the firm mattress. From behind her half-spectacles, a stern and unforgiving gaze looked at him with disdain, clearly underwhelmed by the human’s bearing and demeanor.

“Heh,” Anon chuckled nervously, hoping his nervous smile might be reciprocated. It was not.

Cloudy held her stare for a few seconds, no mirth or remorse in her eyes. Clearly putting the human in his place. All Anon could do was swallow with apprehension.

Then she glanced down.

Right under her chin, still standing proudly up into the cool evening air, demanding attention, was Anon’s big, fat, human cock.

For once, Anon actually wished the damn thing would draw less attention: the way that Cloudy was sneering at it was frightening. With a hoof she prodded it, the sharp edge connecting just below his glans and making the whole shaft bob and twitch. Anon couldn’t help but flinch - the prod had been ungentle, sharp, ferocious.

“What an alien, nontraditional form.” Cloudy stated, matter of factly, looking down her nose at his penis. “Vulgar, obscene, and uncouth… just like its owner.” The mare settled her bodyweight down onto Anon’s outstretched legs, perching on him like a sphinx - with the upright eight and a half inch pillar of flesh right between her hooves.

“Still, I cannot deny that it is very well-proportioned.” She blinked, the frown on her face not disappearing. “I will have to see if my eye for good breeding stock has not gone out…”

Anon opened his mouth to question but was silenced as the press of a warm, wet nose against the center of his balls made me stiffen. Cloudy had buried her snout in his sack before taking a deep, snuffling inhale.

“Mm… yes, this is that… stench, that is all over my home. Virile, potent…” Her left forehoof slid between his legs, quickly grasping his testicles, and squeezing the pair of heavy, egg-shaped fruit.

“HeeYYYEEE!: Anon’s yelp got higher and higher pitched as the mare increased her grip power and pulled downwards on his gonads, in a most uncomfortable fashion.

“Intact, it would seem, and a good pair on you. That will do.” Cloudy clicked her tongue, then in one swift motion extended the wide, pink oral muscle from her muzzle, starting a long, languishing lick from the underside of his sweaty sack… drawing it slowly up his shaft, leaving a thick saliva trail in its wake… before reaching the edge of his foreskin, then dipping inside the prepuce of pink skin, swirling around his mushroom-shaped glans twice before withdrawing.

“F-f-fuck me…” Anon groaned, his head falling backward. He’d gotten pony-head before… but Mrs. Quartz was so… matter-of-fact… so dispassionate...

“In time, Mr. Anon.” She noted, working her tongue over her teeth and around her mouth, like an oenophile savoring a particularly special wine. “Quite un-rocklike.” She noted, Anon wasn’t sure what that meant, except that it was likely not good. “But not without its quality - I imagine my daughters would enjoy your taste… Strange, too… no medial ring, and that curious covering of skin over your flare.” Cloudy used a hoof to pull at his shaft, rolling back his foreskin to reveal the pink mushroom head underneath. “I imagine its purpose is to protect your tip.”

Anon nodded, completely at the whim of this dominant mare.

“And that hair - most unpleasant to get caught in one’s teeth.” Cloudy plucked a stray pubic hair from her teeth

“I… I can shave… if you like…” Anon stammered. He was surprised - he’d been set entirely on his back foot. No witty repartees, no snide comeback… the presence of this stern older mare had him feeling like a naughty schoolboy being scolded by his teacher.

“Hm? Well, I think you’d better…” Cloudy finally gave the smallest hint a smile. “I’m glad you’re finally starting to see your place. I think that deserves a little reward for my obedient brood-stud.”

Her grin became an open mouth that descended over his cock, engulfing the whole of his head and sliding partway down his shaft in a single swallow.

“Oh… sh-shit…” Anon groaned out, feeling the powerful lashing of Cloudy’s tongue around his cockhead. With little *glick* sounds as she swallowed, he felt his thickness stretch and strain its way down her throat, agonizingly moving fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch down the beautiful dame’s gullet.

But so much of his cock was still out in the cold - more than half.

Still grunting, Anon reached forward and placed his hands on the back of Cloudy Quartz’s green-blue bun.

Immediately, he regretted his action.

A sharp ring of pain exploded around his shaft where Cloudy’s mouth had descended to - a sharpness that could not be mistaken for anything else: she had bitten him.

“Fuck!” He yelped, hands rocketing off her head and to his crotch.

With a slurp, Cloudy jerked her head back off of his human meat, revealing a red ring of soreness where she’d placed her warning bite - the teeth marks stinging and painful, but not so deep as to draw blood or break his skin.

“W-what the fuck!?” Anon groaned, his hands trying to rub the pain away.

Cloudy slapped his hands away and stared at him - boiling fire raging in those green irises. “No rubbing it away, Anon. Accept your punishment.”

“Sh-shit…” He struggled to move his hands back, but trying to do so was like trying to move a granite monolith - Cloudy was so clearly stronger than him. All he could do was sit there and throb.

“I trust that provides sufficient understanding as to what will happen if you decide to take liberties without my permission?”

Anon nodded, little tears forming in his eyes.

Cloudy’s head snapped to the right, away from Anon, and she coldly stated another command. “And you two… Limestone if you don’t stop sniffing about this instant - you’ll be next to get a nip.”

Anon turned to look at the pair of Pie daughters. Limestone had managed to get Marble somewhat on her back, propped up on some pillows, her legs splayed wide, revealing a cute bellybutton… and a set of tiny teats (seriously, Anon had seen a bigger set on Scootaloo when she would fly over him on her scooter), all perched above a set of tight, slender, dark gray pony-pussy lips. Just below that, somewhat obscured by the Mare’s tail, he could see the barest hint of the diminutive muscular ring of her tailhole.

“And Marble Pie, if you don’t stop whimpering and drop your tail so your sister can attend to your plothole, there will be consequences.”

Marble whimpered, the blush on her face growing as she let her tail slowly lower down, softly resting on the bedspread… revealing her tiny ponut, perched and quivering underneath her dock.

“I’m waiting,” Cloudy noted, blinking and looking at Lime.

The mare in question swallowed, lowering her head slightly, then looking up at her baby-sister. “H-hey Marble… I’ll be real gentle… I…” The usually angry and grumpy mare was clearly out of her element, her face a mixture of different emotions and conflict. “I l-love you a lot, sis…”

“Awww…. She really is a cute tsunder- OOF.” Anon’s breath was driven out of his gut as Cloudy’s forehoof pressed down on his sack, hard.

“Quiet,” Cloudy growled, down at him, and whispering through clenched teeth so only he could hear, “getting Lime to open up about her feelings for her sisters has not been easy - and I won’t have you ruin it.” Then, louder, she commanded. “Marble, your sister has said something very nice - you love her too, don’t you? And you want her to do this for you, right?”

Marble was actually grinning, true happiness on her face as she looked at her pouting older sister, nose mere inches from her nethers. “Mmm….mm-hm…”

“Well then, you two… what are you waiting for?” Cloudy adjusted her spectacles.

Lime cautiously stuck the tip of her tongue out of her mouth, as she nervously approached the quivering rosebud of flesh was her sister’s ass. It reminded Anon of the time he’d been dared to lick an icicle as a schoolboy, how he’d approached the thing with the utmost caution as if it would instantly freeze his tongue.

Finally, the pink tip touched Marble’s asshole, making the younger sister yelp with surprise.

“Mm!” Marble jerked her head upwards, scrunching her nose in surprise at the touch.

“H-huh?” Lime did much the same reaction, pulling back and looking in wonder at her younger sister. “I-it… it tastes like petunias!” Her mouth was open in wonder.

“Of course it does.” Cloudy sighed, “That potion has never failed me - I find its effects last at least four hours. Now…” she lowered her head slightly, pointing with the tip of her nose back toward Marble’s exposed bits, “...back to work.”

Lime slid back into place, clearly less hesitant to approach her sister’s tight asshole now that she knew it was as fresh as a flower. With a less hesitant tongue, she licked the triangular spot of smooth grey skin that was the underside of Marble’s dock, tracing upward slowly before she touched the bottom of the ring of squishy-tight ponut.

Anon’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of the tough older-sister wrapping her tongue lovingly around the circumference of her sister’s rear-donut, the bright pink of her tongue contrasting clearly against each individual fold of Marble’s grey ring.

“Mmm...mmhmm….” Marble groaned, her eyes shutting and mouth opening slightly.

“Hehe, feels good, huh?” Lime chuckled, “well I guess I can try kicking it up a notch then…”

Pressing her chin against the bottom of Marble’s buttocks, Lime pressed forward, her tongue prodding the quivering center of the shy mare’s backdoor. A muffled yelp was all that Marble could offer as her sister slid her tongue into her anus, quarter-inch by quarter-inch.

“There’s my two girls, acting like decent herd-sisters…” Cloudy nodded, still inspecting the activity of Lime. “Make sure to get in there, Limestone… she may be fresh and tidy inside, but she’ll need some lubrication to take this…” Cloudy practically slapped the tip of Anon’s cock, sending it rebounding off of his leg painfully.

“Oof…!”

Cloudy ignored his cry. “Yes… yes… that’s it, all the way in. Good!”

Lime’s muzzle was buried in her sister’s crotch now, her tongue clearly working as hard as it could inside Marble’s asshole, deep swirling motions that tried to stretch and expand the minuscule sphincter with little success.

“Mmm! MMM!” Marble’s squeaks were getting louder and louder, her hind legs starting to raise up off the bedspread in barely-constrained tension, the curve of her spine growing bit by bit as the fire built inside her.

Anon could see her smallish clitoris peeking from between the folds of her marehood, flashing like a pink beacon of pleasure from its rapidly swelling puffy confines.

“Don’t be afraid to use her nectar to coat her tailhole, Lime… Marble, go ahead and use your hooves to direct her.”

Marble’s eyes opened slightly to look at her mother, tears of tension and coiled energy clearly building up in her dewy gaze. The poor, blushing maiden was well past the point of being completely overwhelmed, with her face as red as a tomato and her normally subdued hair being to curl and frazzle.

As if sensing her sister’s paralysis, Lime took one of Marble’s hooves in her own and re-positioned it onto the back of her head, clearly giving her the green-light to direct her licking activity. Quickly, whether by Lime’s movement or Marble’s guiding hoof, the oral attention of the eldest pie-sister was moved upwards, her broad, sharp tongue parting her sister’s petals in a sliding, snake-like motion.

“MMMMHMMMMMmmmmmmmm!” Immediately Marble’s other hoof found its way to the back of LIme’s head, pulling her in tightly and burying her muzzle deep in her small snatch, humping her sister’s face into her cunt with the intensity of a hungry manticore. Little spurts of fluid spilled over Limestone’s chin, dripping down over the stell moist rosebud below. Lime struggled against her sister’s grasp, doing her best to dislodge herself and transport some of the slick nectar down to the tight hole so desperately in need of lubrication.

“Hah! Looks like Marble is about to commit sororicide by cunt-smothering, ease-up why don’t y-OWCH! FUCK!”

Anon’s comment was cut off by Cloudy Quartz, who had quickly lowered her head to Anon’s penis, carefully bared her teeth… and precisely nipped his foreskin, pulling it delicately backward between her teeth.

“F-fuck!” Anon yelped, barely resisting the instinct to yank himself away from the mare, likely giving himself an impromptu circumcision in the process. He liked being intact, thank-you-very-much,.”What the fuck are you doing you crazy horse?”

Cloudy’s eyes flared, her eyebrows crooking dangerously… and her teeth ratcheted ever so slightly tighter, pinching Anon with even more intensity.

“Shi- sh…. Sh-orry?” Anon yelped out, managing to restrain from continuing to antagonize the female that could literally skin his dick if she chose. Marble smiled, releasing her grasp.

“Better.” She clucked, shaking her head. “You really are far too wild, Anonymous. I told you that you could look, but I did not say you could speak. Wild stallions often sow strong oats… but they must be tamed.” She growled re-approaching Anon’s dick, which, despite a new red mark on its foreskin, was throbbing harder and standing more proudly than before.

“Looks like you enjoy being tamed, Anonymous.” Marble grinned derisively. “Would you like me to tame you?”

Anon coughed, trying to clear his throat. He didn’t know why his body was betraying him so badly, but he felt more confused and turned on than he ever had in his entire life. This mare, hurting him, disciplining him, mastering him...
“N-n-no?” Was his squeaked reply.

“Good.”

Cloudy instantly engulfed his member again, taking him halfway to the base in a single gulp, tilting and swirling her head to increase the sensation, darting her tongue all over his cock, prodding and exploring his glans, his slit. Anon could feel his toes curling, his fingers digging into the sheets of Cloudy’s bed. This was the best blowjob he’d ever received…

Immediately he yelped out, almost jerking up with a shock, as Cloudy let her teeth dig into the soft flesh, then dragged back up his shaft, leaving red scratches around the top and bottom of his organ, as she withdrew with a pop.

“Naughty, naughty stallion.” She grinned, her words seeming almost playful for the first time. Immediately, she blew warm, wet air over his drool-covered cock, soothing the pain she’d just inflicted.

“Unff… fff-fiddlesticks….” Anon grunted. He felt a small pulse wrack through his cock, making it jerk and bounce, shooting out two little trickles of pre-ejaculate… like some kind of weird pre-orgasm. He’d never done anything like that before.

The clear splatter landed on Cloudy’s collar, soaking it.

“And now, wasting all that... “ She leaned forward, pursing her lips and planting them around his fat cockhead, wrapping them under the edge of his coronal ridge, making a tight seal. Anon watched as her diaphragm heaved… before she began to suck.

Hard.

Anon’s fists clenched tighter and tighter on the sheets, knuckles turning white as he resisted the urge to take hold of his mistress’s head and ram the remainder of his cock down her throat. All he could do was endure the alien and intense feeling of his sticky, slimy pre-ejaculate being drawn up through his urethra like some sort of obscene drinking straw, to be slurped down by Cloudy’s thirsty sucking draws.

It was only so long before he started to feel the tank of his pre-seminal fluids empty… and the rumbling, deeper convulsions of something deeper following it.

“C-cl-cloudy… I’m going to…” Anon yelped, his eyes crossing and uncrossing. Desperately he wanted to warn her, fearing that he would anger her if he didn’t.

“Going to what? Hm, my little wild-stud?” Cloudy chuckled, removing her mouth from his cock but immediately grasping his fat base with her right hoof, starting to pump him with the terrifying power of a rock-farmer who had worked a manual water-pump for over forty years.

“F-f-fuuddgecicles!” Anon let himself go, there was no holding back the torrent of spooge that needed to be released. He felt his cock jerk and pulse, again and again, moaning as he did… but… nothing.

No release.

No blissful flood of oxytocin. Just tension, and agony.

Cloudy had placed the edge of her left-hoof against the underside of the base of his shaft at just the right moment, clamping off his seminal vesicles and the area of his prostate and Cowper’s glands, effectively prevent the poor human from releasing his thick load.

“Nnnnghh….” Anon could only groan, his cockhead red, swollen and angry, throbbing like a balloon filled with hot blood, fit to burst.

“I don’t think I gave you permission to release.” Cloudy seemed almost mirthful now, clearly satisfied that she had her new toy in check. “And you must obey.”

“P-p-please…” Anon groaned, his eyes shut tightly against the waves of raging need crashing against him.

“MMMMMMMMMMHMMMMMMMMMMMM! OH F-F-FUCK LIME… I’M CUMMING!”

The throaty, animalistic cry and violent shaking of the bed got Anon to open his left eye, peering over at the ongoing, shaking orgasm of the shy wallflower that was Marble. He’d never heard her actually utter a word before… and to hear her scream such filth was shocking. Just as shocking was the fact she was peaking from her sister’s tongue in her butt… the pleasure of her backdoor being assaulted clearly having grown on her over the past few minutes. Flashes of her pink inner-lips as she winked over and over, sending little arcing fountains of marecum into Lime’s mane completed the image.

“Well… I think you’re both ready then…” Cloudy grinned, finally ceasing her pumping of Anon’s shaft, then ever-so-carefully removing her hoof from his testicles, as if she were stepping off of a loaded mine, primed to explode. “But let me christen this union with a little something from me…”

Cloudy reached her recently removed hoof between her own legs, then brought it back to Anon’s cock. He felt the wet, warm, sticky liquid of whatever Cloudy had retrieved from between her thighs coat his red, throbbing head.

“There… now, do your duty, Anon.” Cloudy’s hoof hooked under his armpit, easily lifting him up to his knees as is he weighed less than a feather.

In a haze, Anon shuffled over toward Marble, still laying on her back in a pile of pillows, her pupils dilated to different sizes, her tongue lolling out, her hair a frazzled mess, as she gasped incoherent ramblings under her breath - a total mess of a mare.

All he could think of was how much he wanted to bury his cock into something, anything. And to release. Oh God, to release. Those pink, peeking, lips, the winking of her Marble’s tight slit, was so inviting, like a warm hug just waiting for him to fall into.

But he was terrified of disobeying his new mistress. His thoughts were jumbled, confused. He knew he couldn’t just fuck Marble’s pussy, but he couldn’t think clearly enough to remember why. So he froze, panting and groaning like some feral wolf, staring down at the poor lamb that was Marble Pie.

Author's Note

Dang, that butt-potion would have its uses! Petunia sure was ahead of her time... but it does explain why all the stallions and mares in her town would line up to eat her butt!

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