The Magicless Adventures of Anon

It has been several weeks since you first got intimate with Twi. You have tried several strategies so you both can be satisfied. Unfortunately, they all failed.

Now, after your latest attempt, you found out that even your sent while pleasuring yourself is enough to get your marefriend to climax, and as soon as you touch her intimately after that she is so sensitive she goes into a string of climaxes and loses consciousness. Something about empathic mumbo jumbo, you just chucked it under the ‘It’s Magic’ label and stopped trying to understand why, just knowing it happened is enough.

She has been working on her endurance, but her limit so far is four times before passing out. Additionally, you are under a strict, masturbation ban to try to reduce your endurance for sex only.

After you are done washing up in the bathroom, with cold water, Twi-force is waiting on the bed with a worried expression.

“I-I think we should talk…”

Oh, FUCK! NO! Not ‘THE TALK’!!!

Twi-force lifts and eyebrow at your likely paling complexion.

“What are you so afraid of? I just what to try and find a solution for our issue.”

You narrow your eyes. “So, you’re not breaking up with me?”

“WHAT?!? CELESTIA NO!!!!” She used the royal Canterlot voice and the crystalline windows shake. You sigh in relief.

“Sorry, had to be sure. The, ‘We need to talk’ line usually starts break up conversations in my world.”

“N-Noted.” Literally, she took a note.

“So, what did you actually want to talk about?”

“~Gulp~ S-So, you know how we have been trying to make it so we are both satisfied?” You nod, “Well, I really am trying my best; but at my current rate of improvement, I calculate my limit is likely 2 minutes tops. That would be in my peak condition and after using a numbing agent before.”

“…OK…”

“Therefore, to ensure that you can also feel satisfied, I propose we form a herd.”

She brought out a chart of her performance and estimated limit halfway through. She even used a pointer, it’s adorkable!

“Anon, what do you think?”

“Before I judge, mind explaining exactly what you mean by, ‘herd’, please.”

“Oh, OH! Right! S-Sorry Honey, a heard is where one desirable stallion has a group of mares that he bucks. In Equestria there are many mares to few stallions; so, if most mares want to have foals with the father still being around to help, they have to share.”

“So, a haram?”

“No, usually harams are a group of stallions literally owned by one powerful mare. That usually does not happen unless it is an oppressive dictatorship.”

“Then, if I understand you Twi-force, you want me to fuck other mares?”

Her face goes blistering red. “W-Well, I wouldn’t say I w-want to watch you bucking other mares so hard they can’t walk straight…”

“You don’t want to watch?”

“I NEVER… said…” She trails off and starts making little circles on the mattress with her front hoof.

“~Hehehe~ I get it, I get it.” She puffs out her cheeks.

“As I was saying! We would form a herd of mares we both like and can trust then make it official. That way, you can be fully satisfied, and I won’t kill my jaw trying to match your amazing stamina.”

“Hmm… Suppose I agree to this. How would that work? Do we have set days I fuck the other mare as well?”

“Other ‘Mare’? As in one more?!? No Anon, for this to work, we will need At Least five other mares with trained endurances, if we want to stand a chance. Honestly, if you want sex daily, we will start to have to think about complex break day schedules. I’m a Princess and even then; it would likely break me if I tried to mate with you daily. With your stamina, I can tell that you can likely do it every day. Maybe even several times a day. If we want you fully satisfied sexually, then we may be talking in the double digits.”

You just sit there, jaw dropped. Here he was, listening to his marefriend, having been asked to have at least FIVE other females, MINIMUM! DOSE NOT COMPUTE! What is the catch?!?

“What would I need to do? What do I have to allow YOU to do, for this to happen?” You narrow your eyes to look deep into your mate’s very soul. Searching for the reason you shouldn’t agree. After all, if something sounds too good, it likely is.

“You would need to make a list of mares, or I suppose any sentient females you may be interested in. I will also make a list, and we will go over them. If one of us rejects somepony, they cannot be a part of the herd. With that, we will have to send invitations for interviews and if those go well, dates. If we still like them, then we may offer them to join our herd. If more members are needed after that, we may need to have an open invitational meet and greet interview.”

“So, I can say no, and I will be the only male? You aren’t trying to make a lesbian herd on me, are you?”

Twi-forces raises an eyebrow, “What’s a ‘lesbian’?”, a new word for here. “A female that only wants to have sex with other females.” You explain in a matter-of-fact way. “Oh, um, no. I’m not trying to make one of those. Honestly Anon, you should give yourself more credit. Just because you don’t get off, doesn’t mean I don’t. Do you know how hard and how may times I’ve…” she pauses as her wings extend and a shiver visibly travels down her spine. “… Just thinking about it gets me riled up! That’s why it is so important to me that you also can feel this good! I love you Anon!”

You were being stupid. This is Twi-force you were talking about, the love of your life and the most caring being you have ever laid eyes on. You move in and kiss her passionately on the lips. “Thanks Twi-force. I love you too… let’s do it.” “Attempt number 3 or the heard?” you laugh, “Both!”