Author's Note

This chapter features graphic human on pony intercourse.
Shout outs to Shadow Wolf.

The Tinder Box.

A putrid fog hung low in the winding halls of the stone dungeon. The stink of suffering clung to the walls, oozed in fat droplets down the curves of wrought iron and clung to the vagrant bits of fabric ripped from hooks. Creeping silence was only punctuated by the moans of agony in the far-off halls and the suffocating darkness of his eternal plane. Cold and moist, the hostile environment tortured its inhabitants as much- if not more- than the cruel lurkers keeping watch for potential victims.

This hopeless world, so small and confining, seemed infinite when every single second of one’s existence was overwhelmed by pain.

“GHK! RRRF!” A particularly whiny cry split the heavy air when a stern hand slapped across equine cheeks. Waves of energy moved through the soft fat, bruising force beating on the vulnerable end of a restrained pony. Drool leaked from the folds of her gagged lips, the warmth of such slimy rivers steaming with the heat of life. The poor equestrian kicked and wiggled in her bondage, locks of filthy hair hanging over green and crimson eyes to protect them from the unrelenting horror.

“We can do this all day, if that’s what you want.” A man scolded her from behind, wielding the terrible strength of evil masculinity. He was burly, powerful and sadistically driven to pry from her every last bit of sanity. His fingers were like pincers of iron, mercilessly squeezing and pinching her buttocks until nothing but shame and humiliation remained. She whined and spat through her gag, wild eyes staring forward into the hard blackness consuming them both. Only minor torchlight illuminated them, giving just enough sight to reveal disturbing and appalling sights.

“You might think this is some high and mighty fight, but I assure you that’s not the case.” He beat on her psyche with unending words of torment, stabbing deep into her frail heart with virulence unimaginable to noble ponyfolk. Cold and powerful fingers snaked down her shapely rump and through the hot valley of her private areas, smooth gradients of softer and softer fur guiding his calloused and shaking digits toward her garden. The mare twitched and bucked when her flower was disturbed, a rush of heat firing throughout her body and tormenting her already exhausted mind.

“PFFFPT! MMPH!” She hollered in silence, kicking her pudgy legs in useless struggle. The man above simply smirked to himself, his body grinding and pressing against her rear so he could feel her trembles of terrific arousal. He knew this pattern in her. The twisted and devious mind of the rank torturer drew from his experience in this manner of destruction, guiding him to the most devastating course of action.

“One last chance.” He hissed and pulled the cord holding her gag in place, releasing a flood of spittle, gasps and cries.

“PFUH! AH! NNG! N-no, no, no! Stop, you rotten bastard!” The mare bellowed helplessly, pulling against the leather strapping that pinned her in place. Her captor reveled in her agony, spreading her puffy and gooey lips with his free hand. Her reaction was instant and sharp, pointy teeth gleaming in the fire light and her eyes wild in shock.

“Name me King and you may keep your precious purity.” His deep tone simmered inside her heart, cooking her endurance until the blackened hunk of willpower barely clung to life. A finger, cold and brutal, sank inside of her delicate tunnel and prodded about her guts. Pink flesh gave way and swallowed him to the knuckle, her gasp of strain quickly followed by a sputter of rich fluids from within her.

“Never! I shan’t! I shall prevail over your cruelty!” She coughed and huffed for breath, failing her own mission of perseverance. He knew her to be weak beneath the hands of a human, his imposing masculinity grinding and rubbing against her buttocks like a sword held just above her neck. It would take little effort on his part to completely annihilate the mare and leave her screaming his name, a single finger enough to melt her brain until the hot slag of coherent thoughts flowed down her neck like a river of shame. The villain twisted his digit within her and bent it like a hook, stretching and rending her delicate canal just so he could listen to her weak gurgles and croaks.

“Think before you speak, woman. It will serve you well in my dungeon.” He barked into her ear, holding so close she could feel the gasps of hostile breath rushing through her thick mane.

“That limp wristed little boy you call a King is DEAD! Every second you waste stalling my rise is more time spent in my clutches!” Cruelty stung her heart, sending her into a downward spiral of hard thumps and wild rhythm. The mare squeezed her legs together, pinning his hand in place as it worked her tender puffy gash into a gushing, creamy mess of squeezing, pulsing heat.

“Come on… do it. Break for me, little Queen. Submit and admit that I’m better. Shout it to the mountain tops and let the Gods above know that no stallion OR human can best me!” She pursed her lips tight before another word could break free, her cheeks puffing with a suppressed cry of desire. He added another finger to her heated mound, piling deep inside her and pushing all the right buttons. The slender limbs hit her weakest point with the beat of a drum, tiny pushes translating to devastating blows inside her reddened canal of squeezing pink. The mare sucked for breath and screamed like a woman being murdered, but it was hopeless. Down here, in the belly of the Earth, no one would come for her.

“GHK! NNG! I will die before I let you sully our kingdom!” She finally spat her words onto the floor with the care of an angry child, earning a dark laugh from the murderous fiend doting over her. He retracted his slimy fingers from her clenching marehood, wiping the sugary filth on his tunic and smearing her scent into his clothes.

“Heh heh… I do so love a strong mare. Always squat so high on their pedestals and boasting about their righteousness. How amusing it is to watch it all crumble.” Time stood still as his thick, aggressive and filthy man-hood pressed against her. She squeaked like a mouse and stiffened like a board, knowing all too well the feeling of “human affection.” Phantom grips of her tight tunnel were already pulling at his head, furiously trying to engulf the powerful and dominant male. It was a carnal response, showing her true colors despite the situation.

“What’s the matter? Can’t talk? Is the honorable Queen of Equestria taken by my beastly shape?” A powerful hand grabbed tight on her mane and wrenched it toward him until her spine curled backwards. The uncomfortable position strained her bondage, leather creaking and buckles jingling as the royal mare fell to her tormentor’s whim.

“Don’t… no!” She begged fruitlessly as the grinding worsened, each second ticking by seeing the human make further progress. He was near penetrating her, ruining her pure garden and stealing her King’s breeding rights. His filthy girth would ruin her memory, sow his seed and seat the throne directly beneath him. Her King’s bloodline would disappear, her honor would evaporate and her body would be worthless. She’d be nothing more than a traitorous, wretched harlot that betrayed her entire kingdom and mothered the bastard child of its conqueror.

And it thrilled her so.

“Yes, yes! Fill me with your demon children, Anon!” She hissed almost silently to herself, feeling the first plunge of her captor breaking her threshold…

“Bubby?”

“GAH!” The devilish attacker nearly jumped out of his skin when the sweet voice broke through the veil of debauchery, his heft flopping in the cool air of the suddenly shattered atmosphere.

“Woman, you scared me half to death!” Anon huffed, staring down at the innocent face of his intrusive wife. The gray mare didn’t appear too bothered by the scene OR her rude appearance, instead staring with the same curious and far-away expression she usually held.

“Sorry Boo-boo. But this couldn’t wait.” The pegasus extended a wing to you with a leaflet of paper stuck between her feathers, something that instantly cooled any of your frustration.

“What’s this?”

“A letter from the school.” Your heart sank from its rapid beat and landed squarely in the swampy depths of despair. It was only righteous cruelty that would hand you such a foreboding omen right in the middle of your day off.

“Ah jeez… did you read it?”

“Hello?!” Umbra whined, still swinging side to side in a lazy arc of motion. Her fluids dribbled onto the ground in a slight shower, coating parts of your bare feet and much of the basement floor in her sticky essence.

“It’s about Dinky. I think they wanna see us, Bubby.” You groaned as she confirmed these suspicions. Something quite serious was going on indeed, the wording and the tone communicating clearly the depth of the school’s concern.

“Dear Mr. Human and Derpy, we regret to inform you that your presence is needed immediately at the school. Your daughter Dinky has shown concerning behavior and we would- come on, man! Why’s it always gotta be when I’m tryin’ to relax?”

“Excuse me?!” Umbra snapped once more, Derpy sighing and pinning her ears to her head.

“You think it’s serious?” You grumbled, pensively debating what answer you ought to concern your silly wife with. Derpy was a capable mother, but she was far too worried by bad news for her own good.

“I’m sure it’s nothing. Pushed a kid off the slide or stole a bottle of glue.” You crumpled the note and rubbed the soot from your face, dreading the thought of sitting through another parent-teacher conference.

“The Princess delivered it.” Derpy dropped the bombshell without so much as a consideration for her husband, ruining any hope for a quick and easy discussion.

“Ugh… always gotta be something with the royal fat-butt horse jerks…” You mumbled, working to unbutton the grimy dungeon outfit sagging on your now tired shoulders. Derpy caught herself staring once again as your kinky attire came off, shaking the sense back into her simple mind and banishing the thoughts of this role play including her in the fun.

“And I will just dangle here, waiting for you REGAIN YOUR SENSE.” You rolled his eyes and fiddled with Umbra’s harness, both your mind and body commanding firmly to refuse acknowledging this dreaded summons. But it was best to get it over with and resume whatever fun you could later, AFTER Cheerilee had talked your ear off about whatever misdemeanor your daughter was guilty of.

Dinky felt much the same, sitting there in detention without knowledge of what she had done wrong. The little unicorn felt betrayed by her teacher, Cheerilee sitting there high and mighty with her tests and papers. She huffed and sat silent at her desk, alone within the single room schoolhouse and stewing in her own frustration. It felt like hours had gone by since Twilight had run the letter out to her home, the clock chugging along in aggravating clunks of monotonous mechanisms.

At the very least, her parents would come and save her. Not too much longer until Auntie Umbra and her big, strong Dad would burst in, demand answers and cart her home for dinner. Their arrival sparked excitement in her heart, even if the paternal duo of human Derpy all appeared rather grim and concerned.

Derpy held her head high in motherly attentiveness, eager to solve the issue put before her. Anon sulked in dread, still rather sweaty and messy from his previous “experience” with Umbra, who curiously did not enter the building with the rest of her family.

“Poppy!” Dinky blurted, skittering from her desk and throwing herself at the tall beast she called a father. His leg caught her hug, the mashing little strength of his baby girl assuring and soothing to his frustrated mind.

“Dinky, why don’t you wait outside? We need to have a talk with your parents.” The Princess of Friendship insisted from the doorway, consuming nearly all the space with her large and winged body. With her hair hanging so low and her regalia catching the sunlight, Twilight appeared positively heavenly, far more commanding than her previous form could’ve ever been. Dinky still deferred to her father’s authority, casting bright eyes of gold to her hulking human. Derpy, however, was rarely considered for her input. Dinky more often than not found herself quite embarrassed by the smothering affection of her dopey Mom and frustrated by her naivete.

“Auntie Umbra’s waiting for you, just pop a squat and we’ll be right out.” Derpy pouted when Dinky “forgot” to give her a hello kiss, her heart flustering with frustration when her own flesh and blood trot out to meet her charcoal aunt. Dinky followed her Father’s words like law, side-stepping the Princess with a giddy trot. Why she valued Umbra over Derpy was a mystery to the grey pegasus, one she had been harboring some quite some resentment over for years now.

Regardless of this confusion, there was business to be held now. The door closed behind Twilight and all eyes were on the couple, Cheerilee holding quite a scalding glare about her expression.

“I thank you for coming on such short notice. I understand it’s sudden, but I promise this is important.” Twilight began with gentle hoofsteps, her head held high and her voice taking on the attuned regality of her position.

“Please, have a seat.” Cheerilee welcomed, Derpy fitting into a chair just fine while her Husband struggled to fit his relatively huge form into one.

“What’s this all about, then?” You started, the gruffness of your tired voice fitting your unamused attitude.

“I thought our baby was doing good? Has she been misbehaving, Ms. Cheerilee?” Derpy squeaked with concern rife on her face, her wings pinning tight to her body. The purply teacher mare shuffled through some papers and presented one to Twilight, her face betraying a concerning suspicion.

“On the contrary, Dinky’s an excellent student.” The candy-colored teacher retorted, her motherly warmth omnipresent in her speech.

“She’s been an angel since day one.”

“But… we’ve some concerns about her education outside of the school.” Twilight interjected without such a merry tone, her dark eyes spearing both man and mare. The couple exchanged slightly confused glances, Derpy whipping her tail about with intrepid worry.

“Anonymous? Could you please tell me what this is?” The paper within her magical grasp swam through the air and into your hands, the wife eagerly peeking in on the seemingly innocent paper. Four eyes scanned over it quickly and detected little off about it, say for Dinky’s impressive spelling skills. All seemed to be in place, the sloppy penmanship punctuated by a rude doodle and a curious symbol in the corner.

“Ehm… a spelling test?” Twilight huffed and pursed her lips with an unusually aggressive glare.

“Have you ever seen this sign before?” The tip of her gilded hoof pointed out the odd scrawling above the rough picture of a stallion with a cartoonishly monstrous rump, the trio of circles drawn there seething with a barely visible power behind them. Derpy gasped in shock, covering her mouth with both flabbergasted hooves.

“Is that a gang sign?! IS MY BABY GIRL IN A GANG?! Bubby do something! I knew we should’ve kept those comic books away from her! MY LITTLE DINKY!” The piercing wails of the forlorn mother were stopped by the knowledgeable grasp of her Husband. Derpy’s soft and plushy heart dripped with kindness, but was easily afflicted with insane and unwarranted flurries of concern for her daughter.

“Spill it. What is this thing and what’s wrong with it?”

“That is a dark rune. Banned by the college of magical arts three-hundred and ninety-two years ago.” Anon and Derpy alike both connected the pieces in short order… Anon perhaps getting it done first and Derpy bursting into a drawn out gasp when things finally did come together.

“Oooooooooh…” She looked to you once more, a harsh expression betraying your new concern.

“I knew that was a bad idea.” The human pinched his brow as Twilight retrieved their Daughter’s school work from his hand.

“Yes. I thought we warned you about letting Umbra educate your daughter?”

“Well, hey, at the time it seemed like the best solution.”

“To allow a slaver to influence your child!” Twilight barked and quickly readjusted herself in the frustrated haze clearly crossing her heart.

“Ugh… I understand you two are ignorant in the ways of magic, but we expressly discussed this years ago.” Anon rolled his eyes at the bossy mare before him, Derpy recoiling into a tight bundle.

“What’re we supposed to do? Umbra LIVES with us! YOU made it that way! We supposed to keep ‘em apart until Umbra dies or something?”

“Perhaps you should.” Twilight interjected roughly as a spear-point jabbing through flesh, her words cutting and serious as a heart attack.

“I can recommend plenty of excellent academies for magic. If I were to write a letter of-”

“No!” Derpy snapped, meeting Twilight’s deathly serious tone with a shocking clarity to her voice. Both her eyes focused intensely onto the threatening Princess, her voice dropping in pitch to assume the true, adult voice of the mother within her.

“I am not sending my baby away. She is a little girl and she needs her Mommy.”

“Derpy-” She went so far as silence you as well, her wing-tip bursting from her side to hush his lips.

“I understand it’s difficult. But your daughter is a gifted wielder of magic. What she needs, is a proper teacher. Not. Umbra.” Anon shifted his eyes to his resistant mare with a rather heated glare, his able hand easily moving her wing aside.

“She has a point, you know.” Derpy pouted and tilted her head up like a child, crossing her forelegs and refusing to hear another word.

“My Dinky. My choice.” She reaffirmed, making every eye roll in the room. The phrase had become her shield in every instance that authority had attempted to warn against this. Since the day Dinky was born, she had been badgered by ponies thinking themselves so high and mighty that THEY could command HER what to do. She was personally affronted by this assumption, her entire childhood characterized by ponies always nagging her. Derpy was sill, that much she knew. But far too many assumed she was stupid. Twilight especially incensed the pudgy mother, for not too long ago, SHE was the one bawling her eyes out at their old book clubs about being “so alone” and desperately “wanting a family.” It hardly seemed reasonable that Twilight Sparkle- a mare bereft of a single foal- would spend so much time lecturing a real, bona fide mother.

“Derpy. You do understand the gravity of this situation, don’t you?” The grey mare refused to lower her head, pressing out any of the sensibility attempting to push through her motherly instincts.

“MY Dinky, MY choice.” She affirmed, your eyes glossing over when her sloganeering had overridden better judgement.

“I mean, we do get that pension from the Sisters, honey. Pretty sure we could afford it.” Derpy didn’t budge, puffing her cheeks in frustration. You groaned and leaned back in the tiny chair, melting into a frustrated puddle of man and grunts.

“What’s she doing, Anonymous?” Twilight sighed.

“She’s trying to tell us that this isn’t going anywhere.” Silence gripped the room for several seconds, minds ticking away and attempting to complete this puzzle. Twilight could find no answers, even her vast expanse of knowledge and diplomatic training from the highest thinkers of Canterlot failing her in this moment. Her ears twitched and her snout ruffled, her patience giving out.

“Alright then. We’ll do it your way. But I've some… ‘stipulations’ for you two.”

The proceedings of complicated plans and jabbering diplomacy didn’t concern Dinky, or her Aunt. Both had taken refuge beneath the shady tree of the school yard, making use of the coming Autumn’s cool air to chat and learn together. Umbra adored the company of her niece, lounging comfortably and allowing the small child to clamber all over her. She diligently saw to her magical education, her own wealth of experience and knowledge far more impressive than any low-level unicorn scholar of magic kindergarten.

Umbra had been the same end of the argument against magic school for Dinky, insisting day and night to Anon that she was perfectly equipped to take on the task. But given Anon’s complete lack of experience with knowledge and Derpy’s express distaste for allowing her daughter to venture away from home, there was little stopping Umbra from ingraining in the impressionable youth dangerous spells and toxic incantations that had cursed the world of magic since ponykind’s creation on this Earth.

“What is this rune then? Can you recall, my gem?” She cooed sweetly to the curious filly, the purplish unicorn squinting at the shape Umbra had drawn in the loose dirt. Simple runes were the beginning, vessels in print that channeled magic into pre-constructed spells for easier casting. Dinky had taken to learning many of them with her Aunt, most of them rather harmless beginner tricks.

“Oh, oh! That’s the one I used on my spelling test! It’s… prosperity?” Umbra smiled warmly and pat the ground with her hoof.

“Demonstrate.” Her tiny compatriot drew a hard breath of preparation before pushing forward every fiber of her being. Energy zapped up her horn and sparked in wasted canals of funneled magika, a deeply concerted and concentrated effort needed to properly empower the rune. The motley shape Umbra had scrawled into the dirt bubbled and burped with weak light, gentle pulses of power coursing through it and contorting as demanded. Umbra watched as a slight stem burst from the earth, a pathetic twig of plant matter emerging to kiss the sunlight and then quickly burst into a puff of ash.

“BAH! Fertility?!” Dinky snapped like her Father, her temper always short but her effort admirable. Umbra snickered quickly to herself, leaning against her energetic pupil.

“An easy mistake to make, my precious gem. All productive runes fall into the same category of creation and thus, share very similar qualities.” The ancient sorceress could never hope to pull off the dazzling feats of magic she once could, a restraining rune quite literally branded into her mane covered neck to prevent any funny business under Princess Twilight’s watch. She could, however, still use her in-depth knowledge to circumvent the lack of power within her control. Her perverted, crimson magic flowed through the rune in a controlled and calculated manner, the proper movement creating a flowering stem of life. Dinky pouted, only calmed by her Aunt’s illustrious and pillowy mane as it cushioned her side and allowed her to lounge in absolute comfort against her teacher.

“The inclusion of three circles is the mark of any productive rune. As deemed by their nature, they must be carefully and consistently constructed to function in a positive manner. Lest they spawn say… a pony-eating trap plant rather than a flower.”

“How do you remember all these things, Auntie? There’s a million-billion runes and they all do different things!”

“Practice, my Dear. Everything comes with time.”

“You must practice a lot then, Auntie. I think it’d take me a thousand years to learn all this stuff.”

“Hm. A thousand years is no time at all, once you grasp the fundamentals of magic and creativity.” Oncoming footsteps of distinctive noise and weight drew the mare’s attention from their drawings, Umbra knowingly shivering when she saw the visage of her valiant and powerful husband returning. Though neither he nor Derpy appeared quite pleased with her, she didn’t worry about castigation or harsh words. Dinky was her shield against discipline, Derpy far too passive to punish her daughter and Anon far too soft to act sternly before his flesh and blood. So she simply sat there, smiling smug and wide as a Queen perched on her invincible throne.

“Hi Poppy.” Dinky chirped, quickly rushing to her Father and hoofing at his leg.

“Dinky.” You answered, naturally lifting her up and placing the little filly on broad shoulders. She had preferred this perch since she was but a potato-sized foal drooling on your shirts, the affection for her burly human father clearly taken from her Mother.

A mother who stabbed Umbra with crossed eyes of displeasure. Not that the squishy Queen could be too bothered with such a threatening visage. She knew too well that whatever the chat had been about, she wouldn’t have to hear about it until long after Dinky had gone to bed.

“How about some ice cream? Figure that could lighten the mood.” Anon huffed, choosing to ignore the drama brewing between his mares.

“Am I in trouble, Poppy?”

“Don’t worry about it, sweet pea.” You said, the family making for sugar cube corner with plenty to discuss that night.

Naturally, given your inability to tolerate drama, the matter was put off long into the evening. Ice cream became dinner, which became bath time, which ultimately melded into bed time. Procrastination could’ve been a good thing, really, giving Umbra plenty of time to pig-out on her beloved chocolate confections and settle into a less irritable state. She was always much easier to talk to when she was sleepy and snuggled tight, that very strategy used by you in the past to get her to stop painting scenes of her bloodied enemies lying in pits of steaming gore. She had moved on to far more acceptable subjects, several dreary castles of gothic posture hanging in your bedroom and staring down with forlorn eyes of brooding misery. Several were of you and her as well, though you were always depicted in demonic armor that had been smeared with the rotten blood and ash of a thousand wars won. Derpy was in one of the tapestries, though her tiny figure was mostly hidden behind the duofold depiction of yourself and Umbra dancing over a decimated countryside. You swore that Umbra only ever used black and brown in her pieces, the skies behind her dismal scenes some combination between overcast depression and rotten leaves.

“Hmph.” Derpy grunted by your side, grasping tight to your forearm and pressing herself snuggly to your body. Her snuggles were particularly aggressive tonight, the very moment you two had touched mattress spurring Derpy to enter into some weird defense mode. She gripped you tight and never settled for one spot, instead migrating all over you like an antsy dog trying to find a comfortable roost. It was luck that Umbra wasn’t with you both at the moment, her lack of patience for Derpy’s frustration always ending in a short squabble you’d be forced to solve with kisses and belly rubs long into the night. Spared the torment of wrangling the two whilst Umbra read Dinky her bed time story, you tried to find relaxation between Derpy’s castigating outbursts.

“Rrrg… lousy... Pfeh!” She scoffed again and flipped gilded locks from her eyes, sneering at nothing whilst molesting your arm.

“What’s the matter, Mushy?” You asked gently, squeezing her against your barrel and feeling the stiffness of an agitated pony wriggle.

“Nothin’.” She lied, taking that usual tone when she had something on her mind. Derpy’s enigmatic ways weren’t a mystery to you, after all these years. She would swear up and down that she didn’t wish to discuss the matter bothering her, refuse to confess her feelings and brood for hours on end. It was you, her dear Husband, that had to press for information and pry her open.

You had to be precise and quick in your pets, carefully placing hands and rubbing the right rolls of pudge to loosen the frustrated mare up. It had taken years of practice, fruitless fondles and a billion kisses lost to the development of your technique. She didn’t resist or struggle against your whims, Derpy was never so stubborn that you couldn’t worm your way in. Fingers moved through the folds of blanket and chub, pressing into the hot realms of fur and squishy pony to find the proper purchase. Your wife broke into a boiling blush as you did, her hooves kicking against your legs as dexterous fingers squeezed and scratched her most vulnerable place.

“You sure?” You asked one last time, meandering your hands beneath her bulging tummy and giving it a good lift. Her whine was instant and quiet, her entire body quivering like someone had jabbed the poor mare with a branding iron. Derpy’s belly was perhaps in the top three things that drove you wild. Aside from the soul penetrating eyes and the monstrous butt, her pillowy gut never ceased to amuse you. Most mares would’ve considered it unbecoming or outright embarrassing to be chubby, especially if their nickname was already “Bubble-butt.” But your wife never seemed to mind, in fact she often acted as if she was proud of her “healthy” figure. She knew you loved it, to feel the silky weight of her fat bouncing in your hands and the mesmerizing warmth of a healthy body filling the entirety of your palms.

She had been relatively slim when you first met, perhaps just a little on the heavy side. But after years of learning what you liked, developing your relationship and having your child, she had pudged up into a dreamy pillow of a mare. Thusly, mushing her full belly about and stroking the sensitive bulb was a sure-fire way of making the pony talk, especially during the days of her tumultuous and moody pregnancy. Her snout may have been snorting and pressing shut, but you knew better than to give up.

“C’moooon… spill it, Mushy.” You goaded, whispering in her ear and pressing against her back. Your weight mushed into her and buried the poor mare beneath your strength, a rush of heat consuming her. If you loved a squishy mare, Derpy loved a cuddly man. Her simple mind was overwhelmed by your affection, cogs and gears grinding against one another until proverbial smoke oozed from her ears.

“Mmmmuh… Umbra’s being a smelly biddy! Trying to make my little Dinky into a freaky unicorn villain! Where does she get off?!” You recoiled from your plush wife when such vile words came from her mouth. You had rarely heard Derpy speak with such a tone, let alone such verbiage. It was unsettling in a way you knew too well, this state of agitation only emerging in Derpy when her mothering skills came into question. You were perhaps the only one in all ponyville that knew NEVER to do such a thing, your lips perfectly sealed whenever the inclination came along. Others weren’t so lucky, some of Derpy’s previous friends shunned for turning their noses up at her public breastfeeding.

“Baby girl. I’m sure she means nothing by it.” She huffed and pouted continuously, threatening to enter a state of eternal grumpiness before your very eyes.

“Nothing by it! We trusted that ‘ol biddy and now she’s making our daughter a wizard?! I can’t believe it! Why did you ever marry that crazy mare?!”

“Oh come on now. Let’s not say things like that.” You groaned and rolled about in bed, easing off your wife and attempting to pry her from the burrow of blankets she made.

“You know Umbra likes us. She wouldn’t do something that’d get us in trouble.”

“How do you know?” Derpy barked, her floppy body easily hoisted into your hugging arms and melting against your chest.

“Well, look at her? When’s the last time she’s done something bad?” Derpy scrunched her snout and nuzzled into the crook of your arm, refusing to hear it.

“Ugh… look. She’s part of the herd. We’re stuck with her and we gotta make the most of it, right?” You shook your unresponsive wife like she were a bag of beans, her squishy weight bumping about and squeezing against you tighter, but not speaking.

“We can make it work. We always do!” Derpy mumbled something through your muscles, her eyes closed dreamily as she took in your masculine scent and bathed in your feel. She could never stay mad when you held her, the pony so perfectly attuned to you that your security and confidence spread easily to her. Her mind was at ease in her nest, snuggling her man. You could feel her getting more limp, though some grouchy stiffness still remained.

“How about this. Would I ever let anything bad happen to us?” A single eye of hers cocked open to meet your gaze, her tail swishing from side to side against your hips.

“Mmmh…” She crooned back, mushing her snout into your neck like a needy puppy.

“Would I? Tell me, Baby.” Your fingers ran down the length of her spine and cupped her hips, pinning the helpless mare against your frame like a harness of love and muscle. She was hoisted by your strength alone, both wings creeping outwards in the intense unity of man and mare embracing.

“No…” She huffed, earning your loving smile and a kiss on her cheek.

“Never… I’m gonna sort this out. You’ll see.” She wrapped her legs about you greedily, squeezing your torso like a pillow in desperate need of warming.

“I’ll take Dinky and Queen Chub-butt camping. Get her good and distracted so I can talk with Umbra. That sound good?” Derpy weakly nodded into your neck, nibbling at your collar bone as if you were a candy. Her warm lips tickled your tired body perfectly, relaxation sending you leaning backwards into the headboard. Her weight melded to yours, her head moving back so she could press her snout to face.

“Can I come?” She asked simply.

“Of course.” You answered, running your hands through her bushels of silky soft, brilliant mane.

“You wanna make sure she’s safe, don’t ya?” She nodded slightly in response, unable to find the words when she herself was so spent. Being angry and emotional drained Derpy, years of child raising sapping most of her already small energy reserves. She needed dearly to recharge with you, hence her incredibly cuddly moods. She rubbed her rotund belly across your hard stomach as she nestled in once more, her trust in you giving security and ease to her otherwise tense mind.

“Don’t worry, Mushy. When Twilight sees that Umbra’s not teachin’ her anymore runes or whatever, she won’t be takin’ Dinky nowhere.”

“Nowhere…” She mumbled, licking across your jaw in a love-drunk haze.

“Nowhere.” You insisted once more, kissing your dear wife square on her lips to seal the deal. Her heartbeat pulsed against your chest like a war drum, the rhythmic pounding of love and pony affection thumping precisely as an expensive clock. Derpy hung onto you without thought, without strain and without worry. She merged with you, like a parasite that fed off the very energy of your soul and heart. Your body heat poured into her own form, adding fuel to her fiery passion and alleviating all the slightest aches and pains her worries brought with them. Her breaths were slow and deep, her nostrils flaring to take in the scent of absolute bliss and satisfaction.

It was a delicate dance of snuggling, ten fingers slithering around her body and burrowing into the infinite fields of her grey fur. You kneaded where she needed, feeling beneath her wings and going for the valley of her back. Scratches and strokes and squeezes molded together into a long line of sheet music, notes and plucks and kisses forming a gorgeous song of perfect relaxation. Derpy submerged herself in the heavenly feel, her wings spreading slow and steady to signal her truest and most sincere desire.

“Mmmmrrrph… Bubby…” She cooed, kissing your chest and pulling at your boxers. Her lower hooves pushed and tugged at the elastic in feeble kicks, desperately trying to disrobe you without actually using her muscles. The smoothed pieces of hoof shimmied your cover down only slightly, exposing just enough of you to excite Derpy’s matured and puffy nethers.

“Unf… you want some, Baby?” You huffed, meeting her good eye. She wasn’t smiling nor was she giggling, a sign of definite need. This was no good time, light hearted romp, but an exercise in healing. Your wife nodded weakly and huffed steamy breaths in your tight bond.

“Anh, mh-hm!” She whimpered and kicked at your hips in fruitless effort to relieve you of the pesky cover.

“Please, please, Bubby? J-just a little? Gimme just a little before bed time? Please?” You weren’t sure why she felt the need to beg, but her adorable voice was positively enthralling. It tickled your heart to see her so desperate yet so tired, a sick grin crossing your face as a hand snaked beneath the covers.

“Pfft. What? Are you really so needy, Mushy?” You grunted and hooked a thumb in your garments, pulling them down slow as cold syrup rolling down a gentle slope. Derpy could feel each micrometer movement of your pants, her warm and hyper-sensitive teats mushed against your hips and sending lightning signals through her mind. She twitched and pawed at your pectorals with her hooves, her eyes beaming with wild and genuine need.

“Yes, yes, yes! P-please? Just put it in?! I want it! I want you!” She never raised her voice above a desperate whisper, her winking lips oozing creamy affection onto your groin like rain. You grinned and moved your pants just low enough to let your shaft press upwards and tickle the space between her dark colored breasts.

“AHN! EEK!” She hopped like someone had tased her in the gut, her wings flaring outwards and casting your blankets aside. Derpy was really losing her mind in your grasp, so maddened by cuddling and teased by your aroma that her simple little mind was set on one track. She could only think needy thoughts, conjure debauched images and speak naughty words. You knew it all too well, for nothing melted Derpy’s brain like prodding her with your ready and waiting length.

“I dunno… I’m pretty tired, honey. I’m kinda not in the mood…” You lied, finally sliding your intrusive underwear away from your sheathed heft. Your manhood bounced upwards and slapped wetly against her sopping lips, a gentle “plap” making your wife’s entire body seize up and grind like metal against metal.

“MMPH! B-but- ! NNG! Just put it in, please Anon!” She gasped, licking your cheek and grasping at your face with her shaking hooves. You could feel her gripping canal move and suckle for you, pining for your head just to plow inside her and send her rocketing to relief.

“I can do it for you! I-I can do all the work! Just let me have you! Oh Celestia, you feel SO GOOD!” She gasped and babbled helplessly, whimpering and shuddering as your hands spread her ample buttocks and clapped them around your shaft. She was utterly pliant to you, putty in your hands without a thought beyond penetration. You loved your wife dearly, perhaps more than anything besides Dinky.

But it was too fun to watch her squirm and beg like this.

“Well… alright.” You huffed and kissed her nose, gyrating your hips such that your throbbing end touched against her gushing, wet and hot opening. Her voice reached all new levels of squeaky, her ears standing tall and her wings stiff as wooden boards. Your hands squeezed and worked her buttocks, molding the healthy chub about as you pressed deeper and deeper inside of the quivering pony.

“Hah- AHN! Yes, yes, yes! MMPH! Buuuuubby!” Derpy groaned and buried her face in your chest, squeezing her arms about your body as nature took its course.

You took your sweet time drilling inside of her, reveling in the feel of her muscular canal spreading little by little around your turgid girth. Derpy was so reality defyingly soft, both outside and inside putting satin sheets and silk pillows to shame. Her fatty curves and creamy insides ebbed and flowed as if they had minds of their own, each bundle of muscle putting forth effort to cushion and pleasure you. Pudgy mare lips hugged your rotund shaft as your crown disappeared inside of her, the slightest “pop” ringing out from behind her wall of a flank.

“RRPH!” She yipped into your chest and flapped her wings fruitlessly, tracing each and every detail of your size as it burrowed inside her. She could feel each little vein and bump and ridge of your endowment, her inner walls kneading and milking it like a thousand tongues guiding it deeper and deeper. Derpy had impressive control over herself, able to contract and pull and squeeze with her marehood like a musician expertly playing an instrument.

No living mare could ever top Umbra in sheer tightness, her insane death grip enough to strip the threads from heavy duty steel bolts. But Derpy had her beat in so many ways. Derpy’s insides were hot like magma, steaming on touch and gooey with her ample drippings. You could smell the sugary nectar as you bred her, sinking inside her churning and twisting depths with ease and pleasure. It made your heart skip beats and your belly soar with fiery enjoyment, nothing on earth even slightly comparable to the skill with which she loved you.

“Aaaugh… s-so deep… Bubbyyyyyy feels so good…” She drooled onto your chest as you held her tight, sliding back and forth in slow pumps. It was better to be gentle with her, taking in each and every detail of her divine canal. Her undulating insides were soft and plush, puffed inwards by her wild desire for affection such that she created a vacuum seal around you. Slurps and gulps gurgled free from your contact on each movement, back strokes and plunges squirting out thick droplets of her creamy love.

“Ghk, yee! D-don’t stop, Bubby! Oh please, oh please don’t stop!” You would never do something so cruel and callous to your Mushy wife, a terrible punishment like that hardly even suited for Umbra. Your hips moved up and down continuously with the most loving smoothness, sliding yourself in and out of the drenched opening of your adoring wife. Derpy whined and groaned when you pushed all the way inside, taking up her entire depth with your throbbing and veiny shaft. She loved the sensation of fullness, the warmth firing up her spine and exploding in her skull like fireworks on a cold night. Her cervix kissed your head, lovers separated by flesh meeting once again for a rare contact. She loved knowing you had claimed her, that your masculinity was perfectly fit and domineering over her femininity. Nothing was more natural or fulfilling to her, the mare’s entire existence fit for this sacred purpose.

“Ung, God Babygirl! You’re so soft, I love you!” You hissed in her ear and pulled her up your chest, making sure your eyes met in the steamy haze of your love making. She stared into you like your face was a gorgeous and complex painting, both her eyes fixating on you in an almost disturbing focus. Your faces came so close as to blend together, tongue-filled kisses and licks and nibbles melding her expression into a single vortex of bright whites, amber irises and a grey snout.

“You’re so beautiful, I can’t stand it. You make me so crazy, Derpy.” You hissed true words to her quietly, knowing full well the devastating effect it had on her endurance. Derpy was highly vulnerable to compliments, her mouth simply gasping and huffing for breath as you berated her with syrupy sweet soliloquies.

“Ah- GUH! RRG! You- Oooooooh crimeny!” A particularly lovey expression was interrupted when she pressed back and sealed you inside of her, biting her lip and moaning deep within her throat. Your gonads throbbed and pulsed with production, spurred on by this naughty mare and her capable love. She pulled and squeezed on your limb, bathing you in the boiling heat of her sex so she could watch your face contort and twist in searing pleasure.

“Augh, GHK! Babygirl! NNF!” Your fingers dug into her back and clawed for release, Derpy’s looming wings spread out like she was an angel of intense pleasure and unrivaled intimacy.

“Shhhhh…” She hissed and arched her back, sitting on you like a matriarch ruling over the entire world. Her gilded eyes speared through your very soul, her hooves sat on your chest and her heart throbbing inside her gooey marehood.

“Just let it all out, Boo-boo. Give Momma what she needs. Give her what she wants.” You could never turn down a request like that, especially when the mare you treasured so deeply ground her hips from side to side like a punishing machine. Her own peak came when your alabaster ropes burst inside her, the mare completely derping out until you worried her eyes might just pop out of their sockets.

“Ha- AHN- YEE! I feel you in there! MMPH! It’s so good, so warm! Yes, yes! Make more babies for me, Bubby! Put more inside me! I want your babies!” Her gasps and groans were almost too loud for comfort, your worry being that even Dinky may have heard such demands from across the house. You gasped and let the thought pass, suddenly hyper aware of just how good orgasming inside of Derpy felt. It was almost painful just how amazing her comfy and silky insides were, the constant motion within ripping pleasure and seed from your body. You could lay there and watch her culminate for hours, her smile matching her twitching ears and sputtering lips like a well oiled machine chugging away.

The heavy drippings of love oozed from around your throbbing base and ran down the valley of your legs, soiling the sheets with yet another mark of coupling. The stained joined hundreds of others, Umbra and Derpy both utterly ruining the poor mattress below with the undeniably sexual musk of a thousand breedings. You mindfully caught Derpy as she plummeted to the bed, turning her heavy plunge into a gentle dip of relaxation.

She could never stay awake too long after heavy loving like this, the mare most certainly a “one and done” wife. You didn’t mind in the slightest, peace achieved and a good night’s sleep guaranteed when your wife was no longer pouty and grumpy. She slide free of your shaft with a wet and lurid “GLORP” of moist volume, slathers of seed and mare cream spreading into the blankets with a cooling wetness. Derpy rolled against your side and snuggled in like a serpent curling into a burrow, a dopey smile across her snout and a stroking hoof crawling across your chest. You held her close and kissed her nose, whispering sweet nothings in the last moments of her waking hours.

“Umbra can say she’s a queen all she wants… but you’re my Queen, Derpy. My one and only.” You huffed, watching as her dreamy eyes slowly closed.

“Bubby… I love you Bubby-boo…”

“I love you, Sugar.” Derpy hummed in content before snoring quietly against your neck, drifting away on a cloud of dreams and tingly nethers. You on the other hand, lay back and stared at the ceiling, your mind working through just how you’d get Umbra out on a camping trip.

This was the same mare that wouldn’t walk on a nature trail because of the “filthy nature.”

“Augh… what I am gonna do?” You grunted to yourself, a deep voice quickly answering from the doorway.

“You’re going to open the comforter and allow me to join, Stud.” Your eyes snapped to the dark Queen standing before you, her eyes hot with desire and her ears perky with interest.

“I must say… you two put on a magnificent show. So much better when neither know of your audience.” You rolled your eyes at the voyeuristic pony, popping open your bed and patting the space next to your naked body.

“It’s a little wet, Bab.” You grunted, using her most beloved pet name. Umbra sauntered carelessly toward her roost, removing her slight garb with a toss of magic. Your old and over-sized death metal graphic shirt hit the wall and fell lifelessly to the floor, nothing less that jet black and jagged letters spelling “Boodbath” suitable for Umbra’s dark sensibilities. Naked and gleeful, the unicorn slipped in against your hips without concern, squeezing herself in against your damp side.

“No matter. Your Queen has grown to enjoy sodden sheets and sweaty humans.” She snickered and kissed you on the lips, locking her eyes to yours with a devious glow behind them.

“We hope… perhaps our King is not exhausted of his seed? Could he perhaps indulge his handsome Queen?” Umbra flicked her tail and showed her teeth, your rather drained and serious expression seemingly ineffectual in cooling the fire of hot mares.

“Actually uhm…” You started, her hoof pressing to your lips in a sassy shush.

“Oh, I know just what you desire, M’Lord.” Umbra wiggled her eyebrows and giggled knowingly, her chubby belly mushing and grinding against you like a bouncy exercise ball.

“Shall I fetch the lubrication? We know just how dearly you enjoy our posterior hugging your glorious co-”

“We need to talk.” You interrupted, grabbing hold of her hoof before it could reach down and play with your raw girth. Umbra stared stupidly at you as if you had spoken another language, her gaze suddenly far less kind.

“It’s about Dinky’s magic. The Princess actually told us that we-”

“I am tired. Release me.” Umbra stiffly rolled herself over and tucked tightly into her blankets, her back turned to you and her mane obscuring her face. You groaned and attempted to roll her over, only for a slap of magic to dissuade your hand.

“Bab, c’mon.” You begged, almost totally unable to move when Derpy AND Umbra lounged on your sides.

“Nay, we desire rest. We are no longer in the mood for royal loving.” Her magic shut off the nearest lamp and shrouded your room in darkness, her refusal to hear you complete as she harrumphed and shut you out.

“Ugh…” You grumbled, the warmth of your mares providing the only comfort besides post-orgasm bliss in this strange and frustrating situation.

“In the morning then…” You mumbled, feeling Umbra grab onto your arm and tuck it tightly against herself.

Even when she was ignoring you, the Queen simply couldn’t do without at least a little cuddling.