House Rules

by ShiveredTimbers

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Sex, Fetish, Non-consensual, Daybreaker, Anthro, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person
Length: 3735

You know how it goes: Meet a mare at a bar. Go back to her place. Get railed by her wife?

As luck would have it, you were able to meet a gorgeous mare at a bar. You hit it off, she invited you home, you had a good time.

But now the front door is opening. There are hoofsteps out in the hallway. And you're about to discover what happens when a naughty pony brings a hapless plaything back to her apartment.

You're the plaything, by the way.

Contains: mares with dicks doing mares without, big, muscular Daybreaker, demanding consent more than asking for it, spitroasting, femdom maybe? I dunno, aftercare.

Published 2020-11-19 20:30:00 UTC
Last updated 2020-11-19 20:30:00 UTC

The house always wins

House Rules
by Shivered Timbers

Marchpane's chocolaty breasts sway back and forth above you as her cock caresses your vaginal walls. Those tits are full and firm, and you'd love to reach up and give one a squeeze, but your hands are a little busy holding your legs over your head. You could try resting your hooves on her shoulders, but somehow, that feels like it would be a little rude.

You'd heard of mares with both sets of private parts before, but you'd never expected to meet one. Certainly, you never expected to have a dick mare be your first time getting lucky at Filly Foolers, but here you are.

The earth mare arches over you, her tall, trim body pulsing against yours, her coat a shade of brown darker than yours, and her curly mane a shade darker than even that. Her cock is long and thick, equalling the best a stallion ever offered you, and its color matches her mane and the curly little bush above it.

"Yeah, there!" you gasp as her medial ring hits a particularly sensitive spot. She smiles and adjusts her angle to better pleasure you.

That's what's great about her: she's so caring. You were attracted to her body in the bar, of course, and you hit it off, readily charmed by her sense of humor. She was a little coy about personal details, avoiding the topic of what she did for a living for instance, but you brushed it off. You'd gone there to find someone for the afternoon, if not for the night, and when she invited you back to her place, well, you weren't going to pass the chance up. Even if it did require a little bit of the old liquid courage to get the acceptance to leave your mouth.

You almost lost your nerve when you entered the place: an apartment on an upper floor of a downtown high-rise. That the furnishings and decor were outside your means was immediately obvious. Everything was clean, modern, pressed, and above all, swanky. And yet, she welcomed you inside with a friendly smile before peppering your face with kisses, eventually leading you into the bedroom and onto the huge, plush bed.

"Oh, sweetie," she pants, leaning over you. Her nipples tickle the tip of your nose. "I'm gonna come!"

That's the other thing about her: she's just adorable. All evening, it's been "sweetie" this or "honey" that. She fucks like a champion, but deep down, she's incredibly wholesome. You've found this duality to be a real turn-on somehow, just one more new thing about yourself that you've learned today.

You clamp your legs around her midsection and stroke the side of her cheek with one hand. "Come for me, baby." You press your lips around her right nipple, and she groans, unleashing a hot torrent deep into your core.

The best thing about these dick mares? No balls. No pregnancy worry. Just good, clean fun with your new fuckbuddy, and oh boy, is she fun.

A few more shallow thrusts, and she all but collapses on top of you, panting. "Y-you close, sweetie?" she mumbles against your neck.

"Yeah," you say, and just like that, she's back on her hooves, making love to your pussy like no pony has ever loved it before. She's here for you. She wants you to have as good a feeling as she just had, and she doesn't even need to say anything to show it.

You might be a little in love.

Before you can find the sweet release of climax in the embrace of this sex goddess, however, the apartment door rattles, unlatches, opens and closes.

Marchpane freezes and whispers, "Oh no."

You kind of figured she had a roommate. One mare could not live in all this opulence by herself, not even if she were bringing home a different pony every night. But "oh no" isn't reserved for roommates, who should be trained to keep their noses out of each others' affairs. "Oh no" can only mean one thing.

Your blood runs cold as heavy hoofsteps approach the bedroom door. There's nothing either of you can do as it swings open, chuffing against the carpet.

The pony who steps through fills the entire room with her presence.

She's a mare, a tall white unicorn with fiery orange mane. Her eyes are actually black, with flaming yellow pupils. Her shoulders are wide, muscles bulging against the plain white shirt, the starched collar threatening to pop around her massive neck. Her thighs similarly strain against the fabric of her black slacks. Her jaw is slightly open as she stares at the pair of you, and you can swear she actually has fangs.

She just stands there, staring, for what feels like an eternity, the silence broken only by your heart hammering in your chest. Then her head drops and she undoes the button holding her collar together, thick fingers rubbing against her neck where it had been constrained.

"Wife," she says in a low voice thick with annoyance, like the word itself conveys the full summation of her mood. "I come home from a long day of providing for you, and this is how you greet me?"

Marchpane's entire demeanor shifts. She pulls out of you with a soft pop, head dropping to her chest and hands clasping in front of her. She scoots around the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, and murmurs, "I'm sorry, dear."

The other mare chuckles and shuts the door behind her as she begins to unbutton her shirt. A plain white satin bra is revealed, and a washboard of abdominals you could bounce a whole sack of bits off.

"I expected better of you, wife," she says, laughter straining under her irritation. "You know our arrangement."

"Yes, dear," Marchpane replies, head hanging low. Her cock droops, as though it, too, is ashamed of what it's done.

"Look," you say, righting yourself and drawing your arms across your chest, "I-I can see this is a bad time to be here, and you two have a lot to discuss, so I'll just--"

"Silence!"

The flame-haired mare points a meaty finger at you, and you have no choice but to obey her word. You sink back into the bed, drawing the fine satin sheet across yourself as though you had some right to modesty.

"When somepony in this house needs to be fucked," the mare says, an edge to her words, "I am the one who does the fucking."

As the mare talks, she doffs her shirt and then her bra, revealing a pair of breasts even larger than Marchpane's. It amazes you they could be as big as they are, considering how ripped this mare is, but they hang, melon-like, from her impressive pecs, capped with hard pink nipples. She undoes the clasp of her slacks and lets them drop to the floor. Your eyes are instantly drawn to the firetruck-red silk boxer shorts and the sizable bulge behind them.

She's even more stacked than her wife.

You swallow reflexively, suddenly feeling very afraid for your bodily integrity.

"And if wife brings home a plaything," the mare continues, "we both share."

Her horn flickers and an angry yellow field slides her boxes down her powerful legs.

Her cock is quickly stiffening to a size both longer and thicker than Marchpane's, with a strong flare and a prominent medial ring. It's a very soft shade of pink, which seems utterly ridiculous on this hard slab of stone that calls itself a pony. Thankfully, you don't quite feel like laughing right now.

"Uncover yourself," the mare orders as she stalks over to you. You glance at Marchpane, who has not moved a muscle, save that her cock is beginning to grow erect once more. Is she... getting off on this?

"Do as you're told, toy!" the other mare barks. She yanks the sheet from you, and you don't resist. You're not sure you could if you wanted to.

She stands before you, a towering monolith of muscle, sex and dominance. Arms akimbo, she leers down at you, her dick erect and bobbing above your legs. Even though she stands away from the edge of the bed, the very tip is positioned just over your vulva. It's that big.

"Do you like my cock?" she asks.

You nod, unsure of what disagreement might bring.

She leers. "Do you want it inside of you?"

You're really not sure that thing's going to fit. You glance at Marchpane again, but she's still useless. Though there is something clear dripping down her inner thigh now.

You turn back to the other mare and nod, trying not to whimper.

"Good." She raises her head imperiously, regarding you as a queen might a particularly displeasing peasant. "Spread your legs and prepare yourself."

You swallow once again and take a deep breath. Well, you came out here to get laid tonight. Who's to say this isn't exactly what you were hoping for?

You spread your legs and lay your head back, not sure you can bear the anticipation of watching her penetrate you with that ramrod.

The sound of a drawer opening comes from your right. You turn your head and watch as the mare withdraws a small bottle. She pops it open and drizzles a thin stream of clear gel down the length of her shaft. She works it up and down with one hand, shutting the bottle with the other, then walks back over to you. Her cock glistens in the soft incandescent light of the bedroom.

Well, at least she's kind enough to use lube.

She leans over you, hands denting the mattress at your sides. Her presence is hot and heavy, like being beneath the sun on a cloudless summer day. She takes a long, slow breath, like she's breathing in your very essence. Guiding her cock with one hand, she pushes into you, and your world explodes.

Yeah, she's bigger than her wife. Not by much, but enough for it to be noticeable. If not for the lube filling you with slick warmth, this would be downright painful. It still reminds you of when you lost your virginity, though that colt was just as dumb and inexperienced as you were at the time, quite a far cry from this intimidating, dominant mare.

Surprisingly, she's very gentle with you. You had been expecting to get the high-powered jackhammer rutting of your life, but her strokes are low and slow. She's still grinning at you like a cat that caught a mouse, of course, but she's not exactly having her way with you.

"Does this feel good?" she purrs.

"Y-yeah," you moan, a little embarrassed at how difficult it is to form words right now.

"Good." She grins at you like a predator that's cornered its dinner. "A toy is only fun when it's treated well."

You're not sure how to take that, but it doesn't matter. Marchpane was gentle and soft; her wife is hard, but not forceful. It's like she knows how powerful she is and is holding back for your sake. You're quite appreciative; anything more might rupture something.

A whimpered moan beside you catches your attention. You glance over to find Marchpane still standing where she's been all this time, only now she's stroking her dick with both hands and shuddering. Her wife notices as well, and sends her a sharp glare.

"P-please, dear," Marchpane whines. "I'm so horny..."

"Wife will watch as I fuck her toy," the mare says, her tone brooking no argument. "If wife didn't want this to happen, she wouldn't have brought one home."

Marchpane whimpers but says nothing.

You're beginning to think maybe this is a thing they do. Not a hundred percent sure, but there's definitely a suspicion.

Though it's really hard to think with this mare plowing your field.

You claw at the sheets, arch your back, throw your head back. She's still moving slowly and gently, but she feels so good. Her ring doesn't even reach your opening, her dick's just that big, but this is like no sex you've ever had before, and you never want it to stop.

Once she's gotten into a rhythm, she leans further down, taking one of your nipples in her mouth and sucking hard. The suction as she pulls before it releases from her lips drives stars through your vision.

She cups your chin in one hand and leers at you with feral intent. "How does the toy feel about being choked?"

Your eyes go wide. You try to shake your head, but that massive hand holds it steady.

"N-no thanks!" you squeak instead.

The mare humphs and lets you go, apparently willing to take 'no' for an answer. Her muzzle dips down into your cleavage, and yeah, those are definitely fangs scraping the inside curves of your breasts. Her tongue slides out of her mouth, up your neck and under your chin. It's really long, and you could swear it tapers to a point.

Who is this mare? A changeling? This is like getting fucked by some kind of demon, not that you're complaining.

She shudders, so much power rippling just under her skin, and gives three short, quick thrusts. A moan escapes her lips, and the thrusting stops with a torrent of heat flooding your insides. One of her fingers caresses the side of your head as she takes a moment to gather herself.

"Ahhh." She casts a pointed glance over you, and you don't have to turn to know what she's looking at. "And now wife has been punished for her transgression." She snorts. "And made a mess on the carpet again, I see."

Marchpane whimpers.

"Nevermind that," the mare says, and she turns to you. "What do you say, toy? Does wife deserve blue balls for everything she's done?"

She pulls out of you, and you groan as her flare leaves your opening, a drizzle of liquid spilling behind it. That question is almost too much; there's definitely something going on here.

"I think she can be forgiven," you say, catching your breath as you try to play along. You tilt your head up and see hope shining on Marchpane's face. She's like a puppy recovering from being kicked.

"Hands and knees," the mare says, prodding your side. You oblige, rolling over and presenting your ass to her. "Wife can fuck the toy's throat, if that is agreeable."

You glance back at her and nod. "Yes, that sounds... equitable."

When you turn back, Marchpane is right there in front of you, her cock swaying just above your head, drops of white fluid collected at the tip.

"I don't leave my toys unfulfilled when they behave," says the mare before she inserts that long, whippy tongue into your vagina. You let out a whoop of surprise and pleasure, and the moment your mouth is open, Marchpane stuffs her cock inside.

You've sucked a few dicks in your day. Nothing to be ashamed of. But even the kid who came in his pants the moment he saw your tits wasn't this needy. She really is fucking your throat, panting and whining through her teeth, both hands on the back of your head as you do your best to keep up and not gag.

Meanwhile, her wife is demonstrating that she is just as good at pleasing a mare as she is fucking one silly. Her tongue gets into all your crevices, but she also uses her lips and her fingers, stroking your clit lovingly, making sure every surface you have is pleasured to the fullest extent.

You don't have time to be surprised once again at how caring she seems to be despite her demanding attitude. You've been fucked twice tonight, you're being spitroasted by two exceedingly hot mares, and all in all, it's been a great evening. Time for a climax.

Your body judders, bucking you against the cock in your mouth and the muzzle in your pussy. The motions of your impending orgasm amplify the pleasure until you can't hold it in anymore. You come, and that slender tongue laps at your juices.

Then the mare pulls back and barks, "Wife!"

Marchpane pulls her cock out of your mouth. There's just enough time to get it all out before your face is coated with a thick blanket of cum. Your eyes force themselves closed, and you fall to your side as you try to wipe it from your nose with one hand.

"Dammit." You hear the mare walk around the end of the bed. There's a slap of skin on skin, and Marchpane yelps.

"Go make dinner," says her wife, once more in that tone which allows no argument. "I'm starving."

The door opens, and as one pair of hoofsteps trots out into the hall, the other goes over to where you saw a closet earlier. The closet door opens, there's a moment of rummaging, and then something soft hits you in the face.

"Clean yourself up," the mare says, though less commanding than before.

You mumble thanks for the towel and start wiping cum from your eyes. The hoofsteps travel back around the bed, and it sags as she sits on it. You get your vision back, but ugh! It's all over your face, not to mention your hair. You scrub at your mane a bit before giving up. You'll just have to hope they offer you a shower before you go.

At the chuckle behind you, you turn to see the big mare sprawled out against the bed's headboard, arms behind her head and a smug expression on her face. Her hooves are crossed, but she uncrosses them when she sees you looking, giving you a good view of both her sagging cock and the lips of her pussy below it.

It strikes you how much smaller her vulva is than yours, like her huge cock has reduced the space available for mare parts. You'd have assumed the two of them fucked each other silly on a regular basis, but Marchpane would have trouble fitting into something like that, and no doubt the opposite was true. Perhaps that was why she brought a mare home from a bar?

You try not to stare too long.

She seems to enjoy the attention, however, and finally pats the pillow beside her. You leave the towel and crawl your way over, sitting against the pillow. She wraps one incredibly strong arm around your shoulders, pulling you into her side, and strokes your arm softly.

"How are you feeling?" she asks, her previous bravado vanished. "Do you need anything?"

You're speechless for a moment; you hadn't expected this. When you find your tongue, you say, "N-no, I'm all right. That was, ah... Well, I didn't know what to think for a little bit there, but it was good? Looking back on it."

"Good to hear." She lets out a long sigh. "You'll have to forgive me, and my wife. She knows she's not supposed to bring ponies back home without getting them in on the scene first. She likes the thrill of being 'caught' just a little too much."

Relaxing a bit, you nod.

She makes a disgusted noise at the back of her throat. "Curse that mare. I'll be having words with her later, don't mistake me."

A petulant huff worms its way up from your chest. "Don't be hard on her, please?" Marchpane must have made an impression on you if you're defending her against her own wife. "Maybe I missed some signs I should have picked up on earlier. I only came out as bi like a month ago. It was all stallions before that, so I'm still learning my way around the dyke bar scene."

She actually coos and squeezes you against her side, her muscles rock-hard. Feeling rather awkward, you rest one hand on her leg, aware of just how much you're dwarfed by her. Your head maybe comes up to her armpit; every part of her is just twice the size of yours.

"Aww, a baby gay? How precious." She squeezes you again, and it's affable, even cozy. "You've got nothing to worry about. I figured it out by that look you gave me when I started yelling." She chuckles. "I've seen it before. 'Oh no, I've walked into an abusive relationship, and the big one's pissed!' Please believe me when I say, Marchie is very happy with our arrangement, and I love her very much."

"I believe you," you say, still not sure if you should be too relaxed around this mare.

She's quiet for a minute, after which she says, "You know, I never did get your name."

You provide it.

"Cute. I'm Daybreaker. I wish we could have met under slightly more consensual circumstances, but you did rather well, if it makes you feel better."

Despite yourself, you laugh. It's like you've passed a test, with flying colors even, and everything came out just fine. Well, everything except your mane. "If I said I didn't enjoy myself, I'd be lying."

"Hey now," she says all of a sudden, a note of warning in her voice, "if you keep playing with it, it's going back in you."

You realize your hand has strayed to her cock and you've been idly giving her a handjob while you chatted. She stands fully erect, the whole thing as long as your forearm. You quickly retrieve your hand, and she laughs at you. You're really not sure how willing she would be to follow through on that threat.

"Come on, cutie. I'll show you the washroom so you can shower before dinner. Marchie makes a mean risotto. Does that sound good?"

You look up to see her smiling at you. It's not the wild, predatory smile she was giving you earlier, but one that's warm and kind. You're starting to believe that maybe she does love her wife, and all the strange fetishes said wife has. What a strange couple you've stumbled across. And who knows? Maybe you'll find yourself back here some other time.

"I think I'd like that very much, thank you."

Author's Note

Can't be a porn pirate if'n none o' yer stories got that Porn tag! Thanks t' Not Quite Chad fer feedback!