A Hazard in Ponyville
If asked about the mysteries of Ponyville, many a citizen could offer an answer to suit their interests or beliefs. There was the Everfree forest, just beyond the town’s borders, that serves as a domain for many creatures both innocent and not. With the likes of manticores, hydras, and other beasts within, it certainly holds a few secrets worth investigating. Others point to the crystal castle that rested within the heart of the town, under the ownership of one Princess Twilight Sparkle and her fellow Elements of Harmony. Of course, there was no nefarious air to the grand construct, but it still remained a spectacle compared to the simple homes that surrounded it. That didn’t even dip into the almost consistent chaos that seemed to come from the castle every other week, from the gossip that went around, but in the end all would be well for Ponyville.
Yes, such curiosities could invite many an inquisitive pony to Ponyville. Bell Curve wasn’t there to be wow-ed or dazzled by magic or showmanship, however. He was a stallion of his work, keeping track of population numbers and providing his data to Canterlot’s annual Census Collection team. It certainly wasn’t glamorous work compared to magic duels, or saving the population from rampaging villainy, but it was necessary work! The census determined a great deal for Equestria’s governance of aid to each city and town, to know as closely as possible how many ponies were in each area. Some were even easy to tally, like Appleoosa or Rainbow Falls.
Bell Curve found that out of all the cities, it was Ponyville whose stats were, quite frankly, defying science. It took careful searching through records to know for sure, but the numbers he found weren’t making sense. Ponyville’s average family size consisted of a standard stallion and wife, with one or two children to claim as their offspring. It was a standard most kept to in normal households, if there was any sort of normal in this world to go by. The outlier of families such as the fabled Apple clan were all accounted for, thanks to their own precise headcount.
“Now where is...ah. The Mayor’s office.” Bell spoke aloud as he spotted the particular building he needed. Situated near Ponyville’s eminent Town Hall, the mayor’s place of official business seemed a bit small in comparison but no less important with the simple phrase “Mayor’s Office” emblazoned above it’s green front door. Bell stopped by a nearby shop window to check his appearance, a last minute inspection beforehoof. The simple white collar and red tie did plenty to separate him from others, a sharpened pencil tucked behind his ear. Sky-blue eyes scanned over his brushed two-tone blue mane before checking his silver coat for any stains or dirt.
Finding himself satisfied that he looked decent, the young statistician went to the front door and stepped inside. Being there in the early morning meant little wait for his appointment with the mayor, once the secretary had cleared him and informed her superior of his arrival. Inside her office, he took his seat across from the grey-haired official and nodded before addressing her.
“Thank you for being willing to meet with me, Mayor. I know running a town like Ponyville can be quite hectic of late, with so much going on.”
The mare nodded and sighed. “It certainly is. We’re quite happy to have such citizens like Princess Twilight and her fellow Elements, though it does certainly make for a much more lively town than one expects. One minute you’re setting up a simple local race for go-karts, the next, you're hosting the Dragon Lord and the leader of the reformed Changeling faction!”
Bell offered a sympathetic smile. “It definitely keeps one’s appointment book filled. But, that’s not why I’m here. As I informed you through my letter, I’m a member of Canterlot’s Census workforce, helping to keep a proper measurement of populations across her majesty’s kingdom. It’s quite a lot of fact-checking and pencil pushing, but necessary to keep things organized for everypony.”
“I can understand it’s a lot of work. But why come here to inquire about Ponyville’s population? We’ve been a little chaotic, yes, but we still file all our reports in a timely manner. Did they not arrive? Was there a clerical error?”
Bell removed his pencil from its holding spot and retrieved a small folder from his saddlebag he’d brought with him. “Well, no, you did file your reports correctly and in a timely fashion. That’s no issue at all.” He informed her before opening the folder to his notes, then looking up at her once more. “The issue instead, rather, is how the numbers seem to add up in a curious trend that doesn’t make sense when we dig into it.”
The mayor appeared confused at Bell’s wording, prompting him to elaborate. “Allow me to make it simple, miss Mayor: there are ponies registered as civilians of Ponyville who have no clear origin point. A few of them are traceable from travel records, birth certificates, and are ponies who merely immigrated to Ponyville. But others have no such background; they’re registered as civilians, legal and proper. But there are holes: lacking details of parentage, who raised them, et cetera.”
“Ah. I mean. Perhaps such an issue is merely an accident on their behalf? You know how some ponies have issues in filling out paperwork correctly.” She reasoned with him, but Bell wasn’t taken with the explanation. Especially since he’d considered it already before even coming here.
“If it were one or two occurrences, chalking it up to basic pony error would be sensible. But we’re talking numbers far beyond that.” Bell countered, “In truth, mayor, if you cannot provide a sensible, feasible answer to this inquiry, I’ll have to invoke a proper recount of your town’s citizenry. Falsifying numbers for the sake of enhanced federal aid is a crime, regardless of intent or accident.”
“N-nopony here is trying to falsify anything!” She exclaimed before calming herself down. “We just...look. Ponyville is a town that has become a sort of...enigma among others. It’s not just the presence of the Elements here; there’s almost a near constant state of chaos at times. Some say it’s just the signs of a lively town, and I’m inclined to agree, even if the very Deity of Chaos himself lives here.”
Bell’s curious eyebrow raise egged her on. “We just...some ponies are hard to keep an accurate bead on. But, please, nopony here has tried to lie on our records or falsify numbers to bolster federal aid,” She insisted, “so please don’t follow that line of thinking. I promise you, on my authority as the mayor.”
“If that’s the case, then you’d have some clue as to how these numbers got this way? If the fault doesn’t lie with your administration, then with whom?”
The mayor looked a little split on how to reply, but Bell waited. He was a patient stallion. One had to be in a line of work like taking census data. No glitz or glamor, only the cold numbers and dry papers of a soulless office.
...maybe he should look into that vacation option again sometime.
“I may know somepony who can help explain. I have her address at least. Here,” she paused to pick up a quill nearby and wrote down something on a scrap piece of paper before holding it out for him to take, “go to this house. The mare who lives here may shed some light on the matter for you. That’s really all I can offer.”
“I see. Does this mare have a name?”
“...well...formally speaking, we refer to her as I. Hazard.”
“...does she work in a field of eye protection?”
The mayor looked exasperated at his dry remark, but refrained from commenting. “Just...I assure you. You’ll find some of your answers there.”
It wasn’t a long walk to track down the address that Mayor Mare had given Bell. Ponyville was fairly easy to navigate, even for a first time visitor. The few ponies he’d asked about the address made him curious about what he was getting into; some of the ponies seemed embarrassed to know the address, scooting him along before others would be in earshot. Others scoffed and gestured away, seeming to want nothing to do with the location. Either way, it seemed this particular pony was well-known to the town’s populace. Whether that was good or bad remained to be seen.
Knocking on their front door, Bell took a moment to gaze about the front walkway. It was a humble home, with a small garden growing in front of the window, young tomatoes still resting amongst the vines with a healthy shade of green. Their mailbox, carrying only the name “Hazard” across the metallic blue container, had it’s red flag raised to signal the mail carrier of outgoing parcels. Everything about the house seemed innocent, even the “welcome home” rug on the front step before the door.
...so why were there such stark reactions to this pony?
The door swung open then, and Bell pulled himself from his thoughts. The face that greeted him was actually rather pleasant in appearance, though they only opened the door enough to poke their head outside. Bright green eyes peered at him, taking in Bell’s own appearance before settling into a relaxed gaze. She was older than him, yet there was a serene grace in her looks. The royal blue eyeshadow offered a mature touch to her stare, with a touch of blue lipstick that brought out the fullness of her lips as she smiled. Her fur was a butterscotch shade, light but easy on the eyes.
“Well, hello there hun. You seem lost. Can I help you?” she questioned. Her voice was warm, neighborly. How could anypony have issues with this mare?
“H-hello, ma’am. My name’s Bell Curve. I was directed here by Mayor Mare.” He informed her. “Are you...I. Hazard?”
“The one and only, dear. I just go by Hazard usually,” She replied. Her rust-red mane was long, long enough to fall past her shoulders and almost to her forehoof as she held her leaning pose. Around her neck was a small cloth neckpiece of a similar blue as her makeup. It worked well for her, he could admit to himself. “What brings you by my humble abode?”
“I had a few questions for you. I’m with the census bureau of Canterlot,” Bell told her, “I’ve been studying the numbers and I came here to investigate when I saw that some things weren’t adding up correctly.”
Bell waited for some sort of expression of guilt or nervousness to cross Hazard’s features, but neither came. She only offered an understanding look before opening her door wider and stepping back. “Please, do come in. I’m more than happy to help however I can.”
“Thank you.” Bell entered her home, taking in what he could see at first glance. The house was...honestly charming. Well kept and clean, the living room positioned near the windows so one could lounge on the sofa and look outside if they wished while watching TV. A kitchen sat further back, the wood floor shifting to white tile where the kitchen started. A round plush rug covered most of the living room floor, muffling Bell’s steps as he moved into the home. On a nearby stand against the wall rested a few photographs, though none of them bore Hazard’s face among them. “Your home is quite lovely, miss Hazard. If I may say so.”
“Bless you. Most young men your age don’t take the time to appreciate a good home when they see it. But they get distracted so easily.” She spoke from behind him. “Would you like anything to drink? I just finished brewing some morning tea for myself.”
“That sounds lovely.” He replied. Hearing her hoofsteps pass by his right, he turned his head to watch her, speaking as he did, “I do apologize for interrupting your morning, but...b-but…” his voice trailed off as he found his attention centered on her rear end.
Hazard’s tail was bound up in a tight ball, rolled up and held in place by a blue bow that, again, matched with her previous accessories. It seemed to be a favored color of the butterscotch mare. Of course, with her tail poised as so, it left her entirely exposed, allowing him to see the darkened lips of her marehood. Squeezed between two hefty cheeks of delightful looking fat, her marehood peeked out like a pink surprise, making Bell’s cheeks burn. The warmth in his face only grew when he tried to look down, but failed to pull away as another imminent sight took hold of his attention. Namely, the massive breasts that hung from her groin, their mass enough that they jiggled and bumped against her hind legs as she walked. They were a darker shade of brown compared to the rest of her fur, matching with the small splotches of brown that dotted her hind legs and forelegs.
‘H-how in the heavens does she walk with those? D-do they hurt? Did I walk into some kind of...brothel?!’ Bell’s thoughts raced as he tried to get his heartbeat under control. He tore his gaze away and stared instead at the rug on the floor. His pulse was racing and heat was building in his groin, a problem he had to quickly stifle to maintain decorum. He had a job to do here, one that didn’t involve ogling the locals!
“Oh, you’re not interrupting at all. My day today is quite open. Census work, did you say?” Too soon did she return to the living room, making Bell place his saddlebag over his lap as a cover for himself. He folded his hooves over each other before looking up at the mare as she held a small glass of tea out for him to take. Grasping it, he took a steadying breath as the mare settled in beside him. “That must keep you rather busy at times.”
“I-It does. They sent me here to help make sense of things. W-we uh...or I’ve noticed that some things aren’t as they should be.” He told her.
“Oh? A little investigator, are you?” She asked. “How old are you, young man?”
“Twenty-three. I turn twenty-four in two months.”
“My, my. And so Mayor Mare sent you to me. So what exactly is wrong with Ponyville’s numbers?” She questioned. “Are there too many ponies? Too few?”
Bell cleared his throat, appreciating at the least that this mare was keeping him on task and not letting his imagination roam over her appearance. She sipped from her glass as he sorted through his papers, digging a couple out from his saddlebag. “It’s...a little of both. There’s records of many ponies residing in Ponyville, which isn’t unusual for a town as developed as this one has become.”
“Mmhmm.” She had her eyes on him, green pools watching as he spoke. He held her gaze for a moment before clearing his throat again and continuing.
“B-but it’s not entirely making sense. Scientifically speaking, the rate of newborns appearing in this town outpace the potential family units who could bring about such births. I’ve tried to calculate it, but it comes out to a mare having to give birth to...to triplets or quadruplets almost yearly. Multiples of them, even. T-the mares, I mean.”
“Mr. Bell, consider the giant crystal castle in the town’s heart. The reappearance of a God of Chaos in our daily lives, the return of the Crystal Empire up North. So many unlikely, almost impossible events are normal for Ponyville itself,” Hazard told him, “to the point that many of us shrug it off. I imagine I’m likely one of them, even if I’m one everypony doesn’t mention too often.”
“How do you mean, miss Hazard?” He lowered his papers onto his lap and looked to the mare.
“Well dear, I’m sure you noticed that if you asked around about me, you’d get a mixed bag of reactions. Some are quite alright with me, and others find me...different. Personally I think they just dislike an old hag like me sometimes, but those are my harsher days.”
“H-hag? It...m-miss Hazard, you’re no hag.” Bell insisted. He didn’t know why he felt a need to defend her, despite his own embarrassment. “You’re a very...kind mare. I’ve seen actual hags before. You are nothing like them.”
She smiled and patted his foreleg, making him twitch a little before she continued speaking. “You’re such a nice colt. But you see, there’s more to it than just my appearance, as different as it may be. The mayor didn’t give you my full name, did she?”
“No, she did not. It was abbreviated. I...thought you worked with eye protection gear.”
Her laugh was soft, honeyed. If it’d been closer to his ears, Bell would have blushed. “No dearie. My full name, on record, is actually Impregnation Hazard.”
“I-Im..Impreg…” Bell stuttered the word in disbelief while she only nodded. “I...how?”
“Life takes many odd twists and turns for us all. Some ponies get delightful, cute little names. Others get ones that don’t really come to light until we find our destiny in life.” She answered him. “My parents knew the truth but only called me Hazard for my time as a youth. It was when I finally achieved my cutie mark that I took my place in the world, and perhaps began throwing off the numbers to your office’s recordings.”
Bell didn’t have a response to give her, which seemed to prompt the mare to continue. “You see...there’s a reason that Ponyville is just so ripe with so many youths out and about, so many different civilians and workers. I helped bring them into this world. While everypony else has a unique talent for say, painting or craftsmanship or labor, my specialty is particularly unique. I’m sure you can tell by my appearance that I’m quite...unusual.”
“U-unusual is perhaps one word for that, y-yes.” Bell stuttered out. “B-but not in any offensive way! You’re...uh. Y-you’re a very lovely woman.”
“Charmer.” Hazard replied with a smile before continuing. “You see, Mr. Bell, I’m a mare whose specialty is being 100% fertile every given day of the week. No matter the weather, the month, the time of day; I am an open field for any stallion looking to sow his seeds, let’s say. And there are always some out there.”
Bell swallowed the lump in his throat; she spoke with an almost nonchalant tone despite the utter lewdness of what she was suggesting. He reprimanded himself mentally and spoke up, not wishing to be rude to his host. “I-I see. That is...certainly a unique trait to possess.”
“I’m glad you agree. Some would say it’s just an excuse to welcome any stallion to my bedroom. And sometimes I’ve used that, I’ll admit. When I’m in one of my more...flirtatious moods.” She batted her eyes at him, and Bell’s blush made her laugh again. “But it’s not all done just for fun. Some of the ponies in this town, for instance, are actually in need of my assistance.”
“T-they are?”
“Oh yes. To a wedded couple who cannot bear a child on their own, I am their answer. The surrogate to carry their child so they can have a happy, complete family. Of course, such things are kept behind closed doors, with little contracts and agreements so everypony’s on a fair standing with one another. I’ve even been a marital aid from time to time; some of the more adventurous couples like to have me around to spice things up in a way only I can.”
The heat grew in Bell’s cheeks while he pressed down on the saddlebag over his lap, trying to will away his arousal at the suggestive imagery the mare was conjuring up in his mind. It was very difficult to not see such a curvaceous mare like her in the midst of lust.
“S-so...how do you explain the numbers being so different? I-I mean, there must be...birth records. Paperwork. Something, right?”
“That part of the matter goes beyond just little ol’ me, dear.” She told him. She leaned in closer, making his heartbeat quicken as he stared into her emerald eyes. “I promise you, everything I do is done legally. Nopony swept under the rug or trying to pull the wool over anypony’s eyes. I’m just the means to an end, packaged inside a mare with an internal clock stuck eternally on fertility. Waiting for a young stud to come along and partake.” The last sentence came out particularly wanting, making Bell shuffle in his seat. If she noticed his growing arousal trying to nudge against his saddlebag, she didn’t say anything. “But listen to me ramble on; a young man like you is working at his job and I’m just being a blabbering old mare.”
“N-not at all, ma’am. It would seem that maybe it’s the hospital I need to have words with.” Refocusing on his job helped offer some degree of balance for him. “A-and again, you are hardly old. At least to me. Nopony as pretty as you could possibly be...I-I mean!” He cut himself off and fumbled his forehooves. “I’m so sorry, I apologize!”
“If there’s a mare offended at being called pretty by a handsome fella like you, I’ve yet to meet them. Relax, hun.” She told him, bringing a hoof around to rub at his shoulder. The motion let her be even closer to him, the vague hint of her perfume reaching his nose. Vanilla, and strawberry. “Does it make you nervous to be around a mare like me?”
“W-with all due respect, ma’am...I-I am. This is not what I was expecting to come across today. Hardly at all.” He confessed. “I-It’s not your fault by any means. I-I’m just...w-well.”
“Quiet? Shy? Perhaps a little worried one wrong word has you flying out the door on your face?”
“...all three?”
She smiled at him. It was enough to make his pulse race, but he didn’t shy away as her hoof moved to the back of his neck, rubbing there in a slow circle.
“Well, I’m hardly one to kick a pony out for being a little crude with me. I must still have some flair to appeal to a young buck like you. Especially if those glances at my undercarriage are anything to consider.” He ducked his head, face burning red. A quick guilty glance of the eyes betrayed him as she shifted, the hefty teats giving a small jiggle of movement. He swore he could even see a droplet of fluid building at one of the nipples-
He looked up. She was all smiles, her own cheeks a touch of rosy pink while he stayed put, afraid to move.
“Do you want to touch them?”
The question was like a kick to the sternum, making his head snap back in shock. But she didn’t pull away, letting the question hover in the air between them.
“I-I...w-what?”
“Touch them. If you want. You’ve come around on business, but getting no pleasure in the meantime just won’t do for a happy, healthy stallion like you.” She tilted her head, her long mane falling like a red curtain against her foreleg and the couch. “And I’m hardly going to refuse a kind, nice stud who can appreciate a mare like myself. Why not indulge your curiosity?”
“B-but...I…”
“It’s been a very long time for you, hasn’t it?”
“...is it that obvious?”
“Most stallions I’ve met rarely turn down a chance to share a bed with little ol’ me.” Hazard told him. “You’re the first in awhile to take this long. You didn’t come here for it, I know. But why can’t two ponies just take a nice, warm summer day like this to enjoy one another’s company? Think of it as you...testing the claims I’ve made. After all, you can’t know for sure if I’m being sincere until you try, now can you?”
His will wavered. The last time Bell Curve had anything close to any sexual interaction was his previous marefriend, and they ended up breaking up months ago. He throbbed beneath his saddlebag’s cover, realizing that everything this mare was offering was much more than what the flimsy, almost wiry pegasus mare of his past had ever offered him. There was a great deal more to experience in Hazard than he could in her.
“...t-this isn’t...pity, is it? From you?”
“Pity? Not at all, dear. If you chose right now to walk out that door, I wouldn’t hold it against you. I’d even respect you for it, if that’s your persuasion. But if you want a chance to get ahold of me, and take the opportunity to put that plow you’re hiding to good use,” she licked her lips, a pink tongue sliding over those full blue lips of hers, “well. Who am I to say no?”
He couldn’t find it in himself to vocalize what he wanted. Too many thoughts, tainted with lust for the wanting mare before him, weaved in and out of his stream of consciousness. He could only afford a slow nod before he felt a soft plush sensation caress his lips. Realizing it was her kissing him, he tried his best to return it, clumsy as he was. The saddlebag slid off of him and fell to the floor, papers sliding out from the opened flap while his cock slapped against his thigh, throbbing to life.
She withdrew, a slow motion that had him following her until he couldn’t, left only with the haunting sensation of how soft her lips were against his while she pulled back to settle against the sofa end opposite him. On her back with her mane spread around her head like a halo of red, she brought a hoof down to her middle and lightly tapped her right teat.
“Come and get some, sugar. Momma’s got plenty to offer you.” she purred, and he throbbed from the way her voice caressed his hearing. Lust overrode the feeble objections in the back of his mind as he moved over to her, standing overtop the wanton mare and letting his cock rub against her impressive mounds. His forelegs came to rest beside her shoulders, letting him hover over her. Hazard’s green eyes didn’t blink once as she waited for him to move, the stallion acting by kissing her once more. She moaned into his mouth, her forehooves coming up to embrace around the back of his neck. Laying atop her as he was, he couldn’t help but to grind his front against her, the soft slide of her teats against his member a pleasant sensation.
He withdrew from her lips for a breath of air, only to dive in again, tongue flicking out to invade her maw. She was caught off guard at first by his growing enthusiasm, but seemed to welcome it as she licked around his invading muscle with her own nimble tool. Her experience won out over his energy, though from the approving sound she made, he did well to entertain her. His reward was her grinding in tandem with the motions his hips were making, causing him to groan out and pull back.
“You’re an eager one.” She whispered as she used a forehoof to move down his side and reach for his member. “You wanna know one of the benefits of these big beauties of mine?”
“W-What?” he stammered out.
“They’re perfect for practice.”
With a deft motion of her hoof, Bell wound up moaning as his member was surrounded by warmth and softness better than he’d ever known yet. Chancing to look down, he saw the cause: Hazard had let his cock slide right into the valley of cleavage her hefty teats made, his thick black shaft squeezed between them with only a little effort on her behalf. He pumped his hips forward, his flattened tip poking up against her barrel before he pulled back, leaving that same tip lost amidst the pleasurable valley she’d given him.
“T-they’re...they’re incredible.” he mumbled out. “Can I…?”
“Honey, you can do whatever you’d like.”
The open invitation brought Bell’s hooves forward and down, squeezing her teats from either side and pressing them around his cock. He moaned, and kept his gaze fixed on watching her breasts shift and jiggle as his hips pushed forward, his groin slapping up against the bottoms of her teats as he worked himself into a rutting rhythm. The round, heavy balls that swung under his shaft were positioned just right to lightly slap into her pussy, the sound growing lewder as she was worked up from his efforts.
“Squeeze them harder! I’m so...full! Squeeze them for momma!”
Hazard’s yearning in her voice made Bell throb between her breasts, and he gladly obeyed. The firmer grip on her mounds made her moan as he continued to thrust between them, losing himself in their delightful weight and warmth. The sudden spritz of fluid against his barrel made him falter, only to look down again from her lustful eyes to see a drizzle of milk slip from the hardened nubs of her teats. Heart hammering, Bell’s thrusts quickened as he squeezed them again and again, her milk splashing against his silver coat and dampening it where it fell.
“H-how is there...so much?” he panted out.
“I’m always so - ooh! - full. Sometimes it gets tedious, till a thirsty colt happens by.” She told him. “Thirsty for a taste?”
He slowed his hips’ movements, his cock pulsing in protest of stopping as Bell removed his cock from her valley. The silver stallion ducked down and was quick to latch onto one of her nipples, the taste of her milk washing over his taste buds immediately and coaxing a loving wail from the mare. Her forehoof ran through his mane, making him suckle harder and causing her to squeal as his other hoof tugged and toyed with the other breast beside his head.
She was absolutely delicious, a taste beyond anything he could recall in memory. How a mare’s milk could be so delectable defied explanation, but so did everything else about her. Bell wondered if this was some sort of fever dream, and he was still back in Canterlot. He continued to drink of her essence, his free hoof pawing and rubbing at her soaked marehood as he swapped tits to give the other it’s turn.
“It’s so...good,” she moaned out, “to have somepony tend to me. Such a caring stallion.”
Her praise made his cheeks warm, and he pulled off her still leaking breast to speak. “I-Is it...always like this?”
“Every few days, dear. It helps keep the hospital supplied with spare milk for mothers having trouble.” She told him, her cheeks flushed as she bit her bottom lip. “But usually it’s a machine doing the milking, not a naughty stud.”
Bell ducked his head a little, which wound up letting her nipple brush his cheek before he nuzzled her teat and kissed it tenderly. “...this can’t be real.”
“If it were silicone, honey, you’d feel it by now.” She told him, making him chuckle before he lifted up and brought his cock between the mounds again. Now with her fur soaked with her milk and his leaking pre-cum, he had plenty of lubrication to work with as he resumed thrusting between the heavy mounds. It felt like his cock was close to bursting as he hammered away. The wet slap of his balls against her nethers resumed as well, Hazard’s body shaking from his efforts as he worked himself up towards a climax.
“I-I’m close, miss Hazard.” he warned her, droplets of pre continuing to slip from his swelling cockhead.
“Then let loose, honey. You’re so pent up, cum all over these tits you’re loving so much.” She beckoned, moaning as her words made him grip her mounds harder.
He only could hold it for a few more seconds before he couldn’t take anymore, thrusting forward before his cum shot out from his flared tip. Hefty, thick streams of white splashed out against Hazard’s barrel, oozing over her fur before he pulled back. His seed splashed over her teats and coated them in his virile spunk. Each pulse was a blow to his stamina, but relief beyond words filled Bell’s being even as his shoulders slacked. Hazard coo-ed from under him, watching his seed shower her and smiling up at him when he chanced a glance at her face.
“Such a healthy load. Good.” she panted out. There were dots of sweat on her brow, much like the sweat on the back of his neck and chest. “Not bad for an old hag, am I?”
“...n-not an old hag.” he mumbled out, making her giggle. “Need to...get you to stop saying that.”
“I know a way you can.” she teased, making Bell look up from the sticky mess he’d made of her teats to see her face. Hazard’s flushed face only enhanced the languid lick her tongue made over her blue lips, making Bell’s stallionhood twitch despite having just climaxed. “Come over here, Bell. Momma wants a turn to feed.”
He obeyed with little hesitation, observing as Hazard scooted back enough to prop herself back against the armrest, her head left to drape over the side so she was left looking upside down. Her rust-red locks reached the floor as she waited for him to come around, Bell realizing the height of the couch was just high enough that he could almost drape himself across her face with little effort. He hesitated, but the buxom mare had no such restraint.
“Closer. Let me get a real look at you, dear.” she instructed, her lustful tone making him shiver as he moved in. Bell wagered a guess at what she wanted and stood up on his hind legs, propping his forelegs on the sofa on either side of her torso to keep himself upright. It let him drape himself over her, and he trembled as her hot breath washed over his sack. “Mmm...momma likes.” she purred out before a wet sensation dragged itself across his ballsack.
The stallion couldn’t withhold a moan as she lavished his balls with her tongue, the motion deliberately slow. Too soon, she stopped for a breath before scooting her muzzle closer into his balls, enough so that they could drape over her nose where she inhaled deeply. The wanting noise of her groan made his cock throb again, already starting to surge back to life under her loving efforts. Her lips enclosed around one ball, soft and tender but full of desire as she sucked around him. He couldn’t help a buck of his hips, further pressing her into his groin as she worked at him, yet she bore no resistance. If the hoof reaching for her nethers were any clue, she was enjoying it as much as he was.
Her tongue lifted and rolled the ball in her maw with the type of practiced grace that Bell only dreamed of, leaving him breathless. Before long, she swapped over to its twin while that saliva-soaked testicle rested against her cheek. He was throbbing with need by now, his cock’s shadow twitching over her barrel. Seeing her hoof continue to play with her pussy only added to the allure this mare had enthralled him with.
Almost all too soon it felt like she withdrew, a tap on his hips getting him to move back a little. It was then she spoke, once she had her breath back and he could see the lustful gleam in her eyes.
“Now that you’re warmed up, I want you to do me a favor.” She told him.
“W-what’s that?”
“To remember I don’t have a gag reflex.”
The statement was so vulgar, Bell almost didn’t register her blue lips enclosing around his cock until she had him right where she wanted him. The deep groan that left him filled the room, while Hazard only gave a loving giggle around his stallionhood. Her tongue was quick to circle around him, a buck of his hips shoving a couple inches more into her maw. Her hoof returned to her nethers, rubbing in a slow circle before prodding her hooftip into her depths as he sunk further and further into her throat.
Bell expected some sort of resistance as he moved, lustful instinct overwhelming caution as she took more and more of him with ease. Her throat bulged from his cock’s presence, yet she bore no difficulty in the slightest, moaning as he moved further in. He only came to a stop when he felt her nose bump into his sheath, leaving him to shudder as she sucked and slurped around what she could of his cock buried in her maw, the rest deep inside her gullet. She didn’t even break stride in pleasuring herself!
“Y-you’re...incredible.” he praised, earning a harder suck from the butterscotch mare as a reward. He withdrew a few inches from her throat, leaving her to slurp on the length of his cock that remained before he shoved it back in, coaxing another moan from her. Grasping what she was wanting as her free forehoof came to rest on his hip, squeezing and pulling him towards her, he took a slow pace at first to relish her oral skill as he rutted her face and throat. “Fuck, Hazard!”
His exclamations brought her pleasure as well, her hoof toying with her pussy moving faster as she gurgled and moaned around his shaft. Bell’s jet-black cock continued to slide in and out of her throat with ease, his wet balls bouncing off her muzzle with light plap sounds that were audible in the warming room. The silver-coated stallion had been holding back, but his restraint was breaking as she continued to pull at him, yearning for him to cut loose.
A particularly satisfying suck on his medial ring bucked his restraint aside, and he started thrusting faster, his pace quickening to the point his hips burned. Yet for all his muscles’ protests, he couldn’t stop claiming her throat for himself as she took all he had to give. He could still hear her breathing over her high pitched moans, and took satisfaction in seeing her quiver as a climax washed over her. Seeing her juices splash onto her hoof made him snort through his nose, his bucking hips never stopping as she took everything he had to give.
He could only imagine her face underneath him as he claimed her in such a fashion: eyes rolled back, face red from pleasure and exertion as he pumped his cock into her mouth and throat. Sweat would drip down her cheeks as saliva leaked from the corners of her sensual lips closed around his member, tracks of blue being left on his cock and around his base as she slurped and sucked him. She was more skilled than he could’ve imagined any mare being in his hormone-laden teenage years.
With a final thrust, he caved in to the pleasure and buried himself to the hilt as his second climax burst forth and flooded her belly with his seed. She clamped onto his other side with her other hoof, keeping him in place as he filled her. Every pulse of his cock was met with a suck from her lips, milking him for more and squeezing out every drop of cum she could. By the fourth or fifth pulse, Bell expected her to relent but she never did, leaving him to shake above her before finally retracting only when his cock had slowed down it’s flood to a trickle. Even as he withdrew, she slurped on him, and gave a tender parting kiss as his tip exited her maw.
Bell pulled back, standing on shaking hooves as he gasped for breath. He looked to see if Hazard was in a similar state, but to his surprise, she looked barely winded despite the rough face-fucking she’d just endured. Even with a rivulet of saliva and cum staining her lips, she was still alluring and perfectly in control it seemed.
“I love a stallion who listens,” she said while rubbing her barrel, “and one especially who’s keen on filling me up.”
“...so, just to ask; you’re not...some kind of succubus are you?” he questioned.
Hazard giggled but shook her head. “I’m afraid that’s just my down-home charm, sweetie. But I’m flattered. You’ve got a lot more vigor in you than some might expect.” she turned over onto her side and glanced at his groin with a smile. “A lot more.”
He followed her gaze and had to blink; he thought the pulsing feeling in his body was just the general fatigue that followed such a hearty romp. But to his surprise, his cock was still completely hard and raring to go. “Uh?” he grunted out in surprise. “That’s...different.”
“Oh, sweetie. You’re just so pent up that even a mare like me can keep you going.” She replied. “That is, if you want to keep going. I’ve still got a hole for you to claim, after all.”
His head lifted back up as he looked to Hazard, the mare lifting herself up before turning about to present her backside to him. Her large and round rump gave a bounce as she shook it before him, looking over her shoulder at him and waiting for his reaction. Her grin at seeing his cock throb told him plenty of her thoughts.
“B-but...protection?” he asked.
“You don’t need that with me.” She assured him. “I promise, I’m a clean mare.” The statement was punctuated with a lick of her lips, wiping away the evidence of his essence there.
He took a cautious step forward. “Your name says plenty about you, Hazard.”
“Isn’t that always the gamble for any wanting stallion? The risk of sowing their seed in a willing, fertile mare?” she replied. “It’s such a thrill for some, they can barely get inside before they lose control. You look like you can do better. Who knows? I might be on a safe day. Or...you might get me knocked up.”
He throbbed again.
“Take a gamble with me, dear. I promise you won’t regret it.”
How long it took to decide, he couldn’t recall measuring. The next moment he remembered, he was back on the sofa, his muzzle buried in her soaked pussy as his tongue dove deep inside and brought a squeal of delight from the wanton mare. He tried to give her the same treatment she’d gifted him, but knew they were both yearning for more. Reaching up, he undid the bow that kept Hazard’s tail bound up, letting it fall in a rich curtain of red before tugging it aside as he reared up and aligned himself with her entrance.
“Don’t hold back, sweetie. Give me all you can!”
With that final beckon, well, how could he say no?
Bell’s tip slid itself into her depths with little work needed to get inside, her swollen lips already soaked from their previous round. He wasn’t sure what to expect upon entering her, his lack of experience or time with any mare in recent months leaving him uncertain. The tight grip that greeted him made him groan, even as he sunk further into her. If it was delightful for him, though, Hazard’s reactions were downright ecstatic. Her moans were louder than his, her hips shaking as she pushed back against him to get more of him inside. He was soon hilted within her, leaving him to press his chest against her back and let his head rest in the crook of her neck.
“...Fuck me.” she whispered, making him throb in her marehood’s grasp.
“...yes ma’am.”
She gave a laugh at his reply, but it fell into a moan of delight as he reared back before shoving his cock into her, working his member into her folds and making Hazard give an ecstatic shout as he went. It didn’t take him long to work up a fast pace while rutting the wanting mare’s pussy, the back and forth motion taking up a rough rhythm that suited them both. Bell could finally unleash all the pent up, buried desires he’d kept inside for months, and Hazard would gladly take everything he had to give her.
The slap of his hips meeting her rump filled the room, mixed with the wet schlicks his cock made as he thrust in and out of her tight tunnel. He was sure they were making a mess of her sofa, but it didn’t matter in the slightest in his lust-addled mind. What mattered was the mare underneath him, as he nipped and licked at her neck while his forehooves clung to her barrel to steady her. Her appreciation came in two forms; first, in her vocal approval of his rutting, and second in the way she tightened around his cock and squeezed as best she could.
“That’s it baby. Gimme all you can! All you’ve got!” she panted out before giving a yelp as he replied with a harder thrust that almost made her fall to the sofa. Sensing this, Bell changed their position to get her to lay her front down on the cushions while her rear was propped up. This gave him the advantage of standing up and thrusting down into her with more gusto than before, taking hold of her long tail and wrapping the luxurious hairs around his foreleg to tug her towards him.
Bell wasn’t the type for dirty talk, nor did he think he could even compose a sentence the way he was right then. He let his actions speak for him, another tug on her tail making Hazard squeal and tighten around him, her fluids splashing onto his groin and wetting the fur. The heat of the air surrounded him and her, but it only heightened his pleasure as he drove into her like a jackhammer. She was perfect in every way possible, Bell knowing in his mind that he could never expect to find another mare like her. He had to leave his mark on her.
His cock throbbed as instinct bellowed the answer to his thought process, rational thought drowned out as he claimed her again and again. A hoof raised up and smacked into her rump, bringing a low moan from the mare while he continued slamming his member into her.
“I’m...getting...close...Hazard!” he barked out every few seconds between thrusts, and he felt her body tremble at the warning.
“Cum in me, Bell! Give me a foal. Give me your foals!”
The mental image of her swollen belly, teats leaking milk as she gave him a loving gaze, filled Bell’s mind. His tip flared and he mustered a few final thrusts before hilting himself into her. With a strangled cry, he released his seed into her wanting womb. The sensation of climaxing inside her wet, hot depths was beyond anything in memory to the stallion, becoming even more enhanced as she was quick to follow suit in climaxing after him. Every spurt of his seed was shot directly at her womb’s entrance, soon filling out what little space was unoccupied by his cock with an overflow of his cum.
They trembled together in those extended moments of ecstasy, before they fell together on the sofa in a sweaty, messy heap. Bell remained hilted inside her, the sheer satisfaction of her hot marehood surrounding his cock a pleasurable feeling for him. With a little effort, he rolled them both onto their sides, for her comfort more than his, before finally trying to speak.
“...H-Hazard...was I too rough?”
Hazard was panting, her mane clinging to her face and neck as she turned to look at him. He looked up to her, and felt as if her lustful green eyes were piercing his very soul.
“Oh sweetie...you were perfect. But maybe...you could go for one more?”
“A-again?” His cock throbbed inside her marehood.
“Again and again. Don’t worry; I’ll keep you hydrated plenty.” She guided his hoof on her barrel down to her teats, letting him feel the leaking buds himself as she spoke. “And you can keep giving me that wonderful, lovely cock of yours.”
It was another hour, maybe even two hours later, when Bell Curve would finally emerge from Impregnation Hazard’s house. His saddlebag was strapped on once again, and for all intents and purposes, one might wager he’d gone for an enthusiastic run about town on errands. He chanced a glance back to the open front door, where Hazard stood there. From the front, she looked as heated as he was, cheeks flushed and mane in sore need of a brushing. Her makeup was smeared, but it did nothing to reduce her beauty in his eyes. Of course, he knew the truth of things that hid behind the doorway: Hazard’s swollen belly, full of his seed as a continuous stream of it slowly dripped from her well-worn marehood.
“...I think I’ll chance the hotel for a shower before I stop by the hospital. I have some...questions, to ask them.” he told her, earning a nod from the mare. “You’ve given me some...insights.”
“Certainly. And if you ever do want to come by, you know where to find Auntie Hazard. Ponyville has a lot to offer, but my door will always be open to give you comforts if you’re looking, Bell.” She told him. Despite the passionate sex session, he still blushed from the sensual tone in her voice. Even if the hospital stonewalled him on the matter, there would always be her in the back of his mind, a loving face and alluring figure to fill his dreams. Those vacation days he’d been saving up might be used on Ponyville itself.
“Until then, miss Hazard.”
Author's Note
Nothing like having a nice, friendly neighborhood, huh?
I did this for the fun of it, really. I enjoy writing my romances, but I do also like to just have fun with shenanigans once in awhile. SlaveDeMorto's character was perfect for that. I hope he does more with her, but that'll be up to him.
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