Noisemakers

Two weeks went by.

Golden Tongue lay on his back.

He was starting to get the hang of being on his lonesome. The past few days, when he wasn't eating, reading, or exercising, he'd been practicing going into a zen-like state of meditation, willing the hours to pass faster and faster. Though his mind wasn't exactly blank when he did this, and a real monk likely wouldn't have approved of what was filling it. The truth was, the only thing getting him through each empty day was the thought of feeling Honey Cake's warm body pressed against his at the end of it.

It was a little after noon, at least by his best estimate. He'd already eaten and bathed himself as much as he could from the sink over the toilet, and was pacing himself to do nothing for the next few hours. Today, that was proving difficult. He tried to drift off into nothingness and think of happier days - that was the easy part. Honey Cake's birthday a few months ago, when he'd surprised her with tickets to a show in Las Pegasus. Their time snuggled up on the train to get there, watching the landscape roll by. The show itself, which they'd ended up missing, choosing instead to spend their entire vacation naked in their hotel room. The noise complaints from all sides...

Once again, his penis twitched and smacked against his belly, jerking him back to the present.

He sighed inaudibly. It was, he supposed, inevitable. He'd always been a very "productive" stallion, and since meeting Honey he'd only pushed that aspect of himself further, training his body to be ready to reproduce any time of the day, multiple times a day. They were, for all intents and purposes, addicted to each other, and getting a mere blow job every night was nowhere near enough to satiate his cravings for her.

Still, pent up as he was, he could only imagine that her withdrawal from him was even worse. She'd put strict limits on how much he could eat her out and forbidden him from touching her asshole altogether, fearful of what her powerful lungs would bring down on them if she got too excited. It was agony for them both, he knew - but took some solace in his resolve to absolutely blow her mind once this was all over and they could fuck safely once again.

This didn't help him in the present, however. He'd passed through the peaceful haze of lustful fantasy and out the other side into a desperate need to breed - now. With a resigned sigh, Golden started to stroke his cock, and at the same time reached up to grab an increasingly well-thumbed book.

His fictional mistress, as he was beginning to think of her, was named Lollipop Suckle. The graphic novelization of her adventures depicted her on the front cover as a bubbly, big-titted pegasus mare, plinth hat askew and nipples poking through her impractically thin shirt. She was a world traveler and venerated explorer, pure of heart but a sucker for a pretty face or a big dick, with a bad habit of losing her clothes wherever she went.

Privately, Golden Tongue was of the opinion that she wasn't particularly good at her job. Putting aside the fact that not a chapter went by when she wasn't kidnapped and forced to endure some form of sexual humiliation, in any realistic setting her bumbling ways would have earned her a desk job faster than she could drop to her knees. So far, she'd unwittingly signed up for a day-long Zebrican fertility ritual; been locked up in Yakyakistan's public-use stocks for severe cultural insensitivity; started a civil war in Saddle Arabia by acting as a concubine to three different horses... the list went on.

Golden flipped to the current page. When last he'd left his well-fucked heroine, she'd arrived at a country of humble and well-endowed deerfolk that was presently being invaded by the evil, male-supremacist caribou. At the risk of every last doe being turned into sex slaves for the brutish conquerors, Lollipop Suckle had been drawn into the conflict, and convinced in short order by the deer prince's penis to infiltrate a nearby caribou war camp. With a slight roll of his eyes, Golden predicted that this would go awry in 3, 2...

"And don't think we haven't noticed your presence here... Lollipop Suckle!" the lead caribou cackled, tearing away the mare's disguise with one powerful hand. She was left gasping and bare-chested as her shirt was ripped clean off her body. "No true warrior would ever be smuggling melons such as these!"

As the rest of the jeering caribou surrounded her, Lollipop collapsed to her knees, feebly trying to cover up her rock-hard nipples with her hands. "W-what are you going to do to me?" she asked in a trembling voice.

"We're going to show you the place of mares in the world - all mares! Your purpose, cunt, is to serve us... and you're going to start by servicing all of us..."

The war leader's loincloth dropped, and Lollipop's hands flew from her nipples to her mouth. A truly prodigious bitch-breaking pole of caribou meat sprang forth from his crotch, the tip already dripping cum, action lines emphasizing its heft as he thrust it towards her face. "...right now!"

Cruel cheering filled most of the next panel, surrounding Lollipop as she stared wide-eyed at the titanic member advancing towards her. I should run... I should get away! she thought. But my wings are so stiff... and my legs feel like jelly... Maybe I should just have a taste? Yeah! And then, once they're all satisfied, I'll sneak away!

Her confident expression faded as the tremendous pole pressed against her muzzle. "Get to work, slut," the caribou sneered.

And get to work she did. In her signature dick-sucking style she started with just the tip, licking and kissing while both hands worked the shaft. Ew... she thought, though her face indicated anything but displeasure. It's sweaty... and it smells weird. So... The angle changed as she blew the caribou more fiercely. Why can't I stop sucking it????

The next couple of pages were glued together. Figuring that he wasn't missing much of the plot, Golden skipped ahead. Up next was a two-page spread - on the first, Lollipop had the entirety of the caribou's cock in her throat, her neck bulging obscenely in the shape of his flare, her eyes wide with shock. On the second, a close-up of her ass as her shorts were ripped clean from her body, booty jiggling in the exposed air. "...THIS!!!" the caribou stated, his meaning unclear but his intentions utterly plain.

Lollipop was lifted up, the cock exiting her mouth with a visible Pop! sound effect. "W-wait!" she cried out. "I... I'm too tight! You won't fit!"

"Then I will enjoy..." He raised her high. "...BREAKING YOU!!!" In a single motion, he slammed Lollipop down, spearing her cunt all the way from tip to base. Her body distended cartoonishly to accommodate it all, his flare outlined in her belly just below her bouncing tits. Her face was a perfect ahegao, eyes rolled back and tongue hanging out, some pervert's idea of the very picture of female pleasure.

Panel after panel, page after page, the caribou fucked her, while Lollipop continued her internal monologue. What's this... feeling? I'm being raped... but... why does his cock feel so good??? He's stretching me out so much... I can barely breathe... Her constant screams of pleasure suggested otherwise. I've never taken a cock this good before! He's hitting every spot... and I can't stop cumming! Are all caribou like this?

As if in answer to her question, the war chief chuckled. "She's not half bad, this bitch! Here, Hermaður, you take her ass! Let's really tear her up!"

"Nooooo!!!!!" Lollipop screamed, looking back as an equally well-hung soldier approached from the rear. "Not my ass too! It'll feel too good! I'll break! I'll break!!!!!"

"Shut up, slut!" the war chief shouted back. "Mares are stupid and weak! They're good for being nothing but obedient fuckpuppets for strong and worthy males! So spread 'em, you pathetic cunt - and become ours forever!"

Golden Tongue lowered the book and stared flatly into space. The images were having their intended effect; he'd been stroking himself hard and wasn't far from orgasm. The story, however, was starting to put him off a bit. Rape and misogyny were distant and unpleasant topics to him; including them so heavily in what could have been a silly and sexy romp just seemed unnecessary. The main problem, he supposed, was that he wasn't sure whether the author had intended him to self-insert as the mare or the caribou. Was he supposed to be enjoying this because it was so absurd, wrong, and taboo? Or was the author indulging in a heartfelt rape fantasy that painted the suffering of females in a positive light? There was really no obvious way to tell. Either way, the dilemma was keeping him from getting off.

It was at this point that Golden heard the tell-tale sound of the blackboard being removed from the wall outside. An almost adolescent panic took him and he shoved the smut-filled book under the covers, then felt stupid for doing so. Honey Cake wouldn't care, and if it wasn't Honey Cake coming inside, then he was about to have much, much bigger problems than being caught with porn.

Fortunately, it was Honey who opened the door and slipped into the room. This was the first time in half a month that Golden had seen her in daylight, however dim, or fully dressed; the near-normalcy of it made his heart skip a beat. "Good, you're hard," she said briskly, glancing down at his throbbing erection with a smile. "I only have a minute. I just wanted to take some measurements."

Licking her lips, she knelt down and held out a tape measure. "Hold this," she said, laying it out from his base to tip. Puzzled, Golden obliged while she slipped a notepad from her pocket and jotted a number down. "It's like this," Honey said. "I was upstairs rubbing one out when a couple of guardsmares heard me. They thought you'd come back to rape me and rushed in with their spears out - circumference around the base, please. When they found just me, naked, they invited me to a party at Floral Scent's place. You remember Floral, right?"

Of course he did. Floral Scent ran an edible flowers shop, but also had a lucrative secondary business that he and his wife were long-time patrons of. "Now circumference around the middle. Since we're- a little higher, dear. Since we're all stuck without any stallions, and starting to feel it, Floral ordered a whole bunch of kits, and we're all getting together tomorrow to cast some rubber dicks for ourselves. I want mine as close as possible to the real thing." She winked. "And circumference around the flare."

Golden pondered briefly how he felt about this. Good idea, he settled on signing. He smiled fondly. I miss you. Do you miss me?

"I miss you and your cock so fucking much." She grabbed his length and stroked gently, then leaned over and kissed him. "And don't worry," she whispered. "The little you isn't gonna replace you. I'm still gonna visit you every night. And someday, I promise, when we get out out of here, you're gonna ride me 'til there's not a drop of cum left in those balls."

She kissed him once more, then slid down the bed and pressed her nose against the balls in question, taking a deep inhale of his musk. "Okay. Butternut's waiting for me, so I gotta go. See you tonight, sweetheart."

See you tonight, he signed back, but she was already rushing from the room. The door closed.

Golden stared into space for a moment. He was even more turned on than he'd been before, but, more than that, the thought that his wife was going to be getting at least a simulacrum of dickings was some relief. He retrieved the comic from under the covers and flipped back to where he'd been. After some thought, he flipped a few pages ahead, as well. Maybe the next story would be more to his tastes.

The scene ended with Lollipop Suckle lying against a wooden wall, a fucked-dumb look on her face. Her skin was glazed and her gut was bloated with cum. Sorry, Prince Forest, she thought, the words appearing in lengthy dick-shaped balloons. I guess I'm a slut for the caribou now!!!!!

Another week went by.

Golden could instantly tell that something was wrong when the blackboard fell to the ground with a crash.

He sat up in bed, instantly startled out of semiconsciousness. The sun was down, but it was too early for a visit; he wasn't expecting Honey Cake for at least another hour or two. It was definitely her, though, who stumbled in through the door with a wavering candle. She was completely naked, without even her usual nightgown. "Off," she grunted, gesturing vaguely in his direction. "Ge' off. I wan' your dick. Gimme."

Golden recoiled to the end of the bed. Honey fumbled for the sheets, lacking the coordination to even move them aside. You're drunk, he accused her.

"Not drunk!" she belched out. Her breath reeked of alcohol. "I jus' had..." She paused for a solid ten seconds. "Shit. I'm drunk."

Worry coursed through him. Honey was an unpredictable drunk, and she never got into that state without a reason. We agreed, he reminded her, trying to stay calm. No sex when only one of us is drunk. It's not right.

"Dumb fucking rule." She made to throw the candle at him, then seemed to think better of it at the last second. "Wha', you think I don't want you? I always want you. Lookit me." She turned around and bent over, spreading her ass with one hand for him. Even in the dim candlelight, he could see how wet she was. "Been like this all day. I'm humpin' banisters when no one's lookin'. Shovin' carrots up my ass left an' right. Nothing helps. No one's as good as you."

Heartache battered Golden from the inside. It was one thing to bear a burden alone; knowing that his wife was suffering even worse was agony. A large part of him insisted that he make things right and breed her then and there - but it was overruled. What about that rubber penis? he asked.

"Stupid thing's too small. They don't make moulds in your size." She fluttered her eyelashes at him.

I'm sorry. He took a deep breath. If you think it's worth the risk, we can try having sex tomorrow, he signed. But not while you're drunk. And you have to promise to-

"Fuck you!" Honey screeched. Desperate gestures to keep the volume down were ignored. "You don't care about me at all, do you? You get to get off, so who cares if your wife does, huh? Fucking misogynist pig, I'm glad I fucked Butternut, she at least gave me some-"

Her brain caught up with her mouth and she stopped short. Golden stared. What? he signed.

"Nothing." She suddenly was looking everywhere except at him. "I gotta go."

Golden raised his hands to sign... but then lowered them. Honey Cake shuffled out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Blackness once again covered everything. She did not hang up the blackboard before running off.

She did not return at midnight. There was no food the next day.

Midnight, the next day. No... distinctly after midnight.

The knob on the door turned. It was almost a minute before the door began to move. It swung silently, slowly. Honey Cake peeked her head inside, and winced hard when she saw Golden Tongue making eye contact with her. "Hi, sweetie," she said in a quiet voice.

Golden just sat still. Honey entered the room meekly, carrying another candle and a large basket of food. Wordlessly she passed the latter to him, and stood awhile in silence while he gorged his empty stomach on cold baked potatoes. Once he started to slow down, she opened her mouth, closed it, took a breath, and opened it again. "I was kind of a jerk last night, huh?"

He didn't immediately answer, just lifted another handful up to his mouth. She sat on the end of the bed and sighed. "You're probably wondering," she tried, "about me and Butternut."

Butternut. He'd pondered the name long and hard over the past twenty-six hours. She was one of his wife's fillyhood friends, though she'd grown into more of an acquaintance as they'd grown older, someone they really only made a point of seeing at Hearth's Warming and other friendship-based holidays. She was on the shorter side, a pleasingly plump mare with an ass that he and Honey would both stare at whenever she passed them by. Her demeanor was pleasant enough, maybe a bit haughty now that she owned her own gallery, but she could sing and laugh like the best of them. Moreover, she was a good pony. A friend. Hardly the type that he'd ever imagined fucking his wife.

"Her husband, Racket... He was one of the first to be taken," Honey said by way of explanation. She glanced up only occasionally at his hands, for the most part keeping her eyes glued on the floor. "We reconnected over that. That shared loss. Even if for some Celestia-forsaken reason she's convinced her husband was raping her every time they had sex." She shook her head. "Even so, some part of her still loves him, misses him. Misses his dick, mostly. And now she's single, and I'm pretending to be single, and we had a couple glasses of wine, and one thing led to another..."

She put her head in her hands. "She wasn't even good," she moaned. "She eats pussy like she's chewing fucking bubblegum. She barely moves, didn't even make a sound. Honestly, I feel bad for her husband, Celestia rest his soul. Of all the ponies I could have cheated on you with, I had to choose the one who couldn't even get me off. I just feel so... stupid! Stupid!"

Cheated. Hearing the word spelled out like that brought a strange clarity to the situation. It's okay, he signed to her.

"It's not." There were tears in her eyes. "When I came at you last night, it wasn't even because I wanted it. I mean, not completely. It was because in my stupid drunk mind I was trying to make things right. I got some, so you had to get some too. As if that would take back what I did somehow. I just..." She sniffled. "Why did you have to marry such a dumb slut?"

Hey. He reached out and touched her arm, drawing her gaze back to him. Don't talk about my perfect wife that way.

Through her tears, she laughed. Golden forced a smile. I get it, he signed. You only did it because you miss me. I miss you too. If I were apart from you for this long, and surrounded by beautiful mares, I don't know how long I could hold out either. He hesitated. What I'm saying is... He could barely shift his hands to say it. But he'd thought long and hard about this; there was no backing down now. It was the right thing to do. I want you to keep having sex with mares.

Honey stared at him. "You mean it?" she whispered.

Yes. He looked into her eyes longingly. I can't give you what you need right now. I wish I could, but I can't. So as long as I'm stuck in here, someone else can take my place.

"No one could ever take your place," Honey said. She touched herself shyly. "You won't get jealous?"

Of course I'll get jealous. But I'd rather be jealous than have an unhappy wife. And besides... He grinned. The thought of you with another mare... it's kind of hot.

"Pervert." She laughed again, and this time there was a genuine joy behind it. "I don't deserve you."

You deserve all of me and more.

"Mmm." She crawled across the bed toward him, pushing the basket of potatoes aside. "And here I was thinking I'd been a bad girl," she said in a sultry voice, "and needed to be punished..."

The quality of their grins changed. Golden Tongue pushed down the sheets. Honey Cake slipped her robe off her shoulders. They moved slowly, connecting their lips seamlessly, her fingers already warming him up.

Three weeks went by.

Golden was in the middle of lunch when he once again heard the blackboard being taken off the wall.

He quickly brushed the crumbs from his lips, trying to make himself look presentable. Time locked away was starting to wear on him. His mane was getting long, covering up one of his eyes most of the time, and the simple comb that Honey had slipped him was proving inadequate for getting the knots out of his tail. Bathing in the sink wasn't doing him any favours, and the less said about the state of his bedsheets, the better. Thus far Honey hadn't seemed to mind; she just said he smelled like he'd been working out, which was a turn-on for her anyway. It still bothered him.

If Honey Cake was bothered by his appearance today, she gave no sign. In fact she was positively beaming as she skipped inside, shutting the door behind her hurriedly. She was dressed up nicely in a formal shirt and pants, but started unbuttoning the former the moment her hands were free. "There has," she gushed happily, "been a development."

She had Golden's attention. His dick started to rise at the display, seeing those big, beautiful, braless tits come into view. "I had Whisper Wind and Cherry Syrup over for coffee," she continued as she stripped herself. "They're dating now, so I wasn't expecting anything, but we ended up in the bedroom anyway. When they were both licking me together, I screamed, and the guards flew in. And you know what they said to me?"

She turned around and wiggled her ass as she shimmied out of her pants. "They said they were tired of checking up on me, and they wouldn't investigate any screams so long as I had a mare over." She kicked the pants away. Next went her thong. "So the first thing I did as soon as they were gone was invite Butternut over for lunch."

Golden had thought he was following, but now came up short. Why Butternut? he signed.

"Because Butternut once slept through a train derailing. Once she's out, the world could end and she wouldn't wake up. And the pills I slipped in her tea should ensure that the little nap she's taking lasts at least a couple of hours."

Golden stood excitedly. So...

Honey waltzed up to him and threw a leg around him, pulling him close. His cock slapped up against her pussy, making them both shiver. "So no one, not the guards, not Butternut, not Celestia herself, is going to disturb us if I scream as loud as I want," she whispered. "Fuck me, Golden. Fuck your horny, slutty wife."

Animal instinct took over. His hands slapped down onto both sides of her round, ample ass and kneaded her, prompting a throaty moan from her that he muffled with his mouth. Their tongues wrestled as he pulled Honey close, his long cock sliding between her soft thighs and up into the crack of her bottom. Soon she was grinding on him all of her own accord, smearing lubrication all across him as she lost herself to the throes of lust.

No time to lose. Golden all but threw Honey Cake onto the bed. She grabbed her legs and pulled them back, presenting her wide, wet pussy for him. No need for foreplay; she was already worked up into a frenzy, and had probably been working herself up since her realization that morning. Golden collapsed on top of her, lifted just enough to angle himself at her entrance, and then plunged his hips down.

Even Golden Tongue made noise as he hilted inside her. She was just so hot, wet and tight around him, the sensation many times magnified by having been apart for so long. It was like coming home to a hot drink and a roaring fire after wandering a frozen tundra for years. He wrapped his arms around his beloved and shifted ever so slightly from side to side, savouring the feeling of unification as much as possible.

His own pleasure, however, was nothing compared to Honey's. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open in a pornographic ring of bliss that made even Lollipop Suckle look composed by comparison. "Oh fuck yesssssss!" she belted out, already quivering. "That's what I've been waiting for! Keep going sweetie, keep going! Fuck me hard!"

With a slightly manic grin, he obeyed. He took great pleasure in withdrawing slowly at first, feeling every inch of her clinging to his cock and trying to suck him back in - and then slammed down with force that rattled the bed and prompted an ecstatic scream. And then again, again, again, each time harder, each time faster. On each thrust his hefty balls swung down to slap at her asshole, just one more point of primal satisfaction in an overwhelming crescendo of pleasure.

As the jackhammering continued, Golden found himself transported. His mind brought him back to the night they'd agreed to try for a baby - admittedly partially out of a sense of inevitability, since it was only a matter of time until her birth control failed, but they'd each surprised the other with just how into the idea they were, both of pregnancy and foal. She'd led him to the bed, pulled back her legs, and he'd mounted her just as he was doing now. She'd screamed with joy, and when she pulled him close he'd nipped at her breasts to prepare her for the demands of the child to come...

"Oh fuck, yes, do that! Do that!" Honey screeched as his lips closed around an erect nipple. He teased the tender little bud with his teeth and tongue while his far hand groped the other mound of her chest. Once he was done he planted his tongue back in her mouth - leaving her asymmetrical, leaving her wanting, all the while steadily stretching and pounding her pussy into willing submission.

"Mm! Mm!" Honey broke away from the kiss, then let out a crazed laugh. "Fuck you, Butternut!" she howled, raising both middle fingers into the air. "You see this? This is how you fuck a mare! Oh, fuck!"

On some perfectly synchronized inner timer, both ponies hit a beat. Just before his hips started to cry for rest, Golden pulled all the way out, momentum carrying him back forward to slide along her belly. "Oooh, where you gonna put that?" Honey crooned, gasping for breath.

She knew exactly where he was going to put it. It was hard to maneuver on the tiny bed with the walls so close, but he managed to spin her around, still on her back with his heavy sack hanging in her face. She quickly got to work spit-shining it, sucking as much of his cum-bloated balls into her mouth as she could fit. Once Golden felt that she'd done a good enough job, he stretched back, catlike, and let his tip once again meet her lips.

Oral sex had not lost its appeal since circumstances had forbidden them from anything else. If anything, it had only increased their desire to take it to the next level as they usually did. Honey Cake made happy little noises as she tasted the pussy juice smothering her husband's delicious cock, at once getting louder and more muffled as he slid more and more of his length into her gullet. Meanwhile, Golden Tongue slithered into place between her legs, eager to put his namesake to work.

In this position, her ability to breathe was completely at his mercy. He fucked her throat swiftly and shallowly while fingering at her moist insides, listening for the moment when her sexy gluk-gluk-gluk noises turned into a surprised glark!. Once he was satisfied that he was hitting the right spot, he leaned in and planted a kiss on her mons, trailing down to suck on Honey's clit. Her pleasured moans reverberated along his flare, prompting him to suck harder and finger deeper, a never-ending and slowly intensifying cycle.

The position got better and better as they both relaxed, allowing him to sink deeper into her. It was just like the time Honey Cake had gotten frisky with him on a walk in the park. Home was far away, but she'd needed dick then and there, she'd insisted. "Just choke me with your cock," she'd whispered to him as she led him behind a bush. "That'll keep me quiet." He'd laid on top of her just as he was laying on her now, thoroughly plugging her with a tool seemingly made for the job. And he remembered exactly what had proven her wrong and gotten them caught regardless...

With a sly grin, Golden slid two more fingers into his wife. She was practically gaping from the rough fucking earlier, providing no barrier to entry nor much of a response. What did get a reaction from her was when the rest of his hand followed. Pressing his stickied fingers together, he speared and spread her, filling the chamber with the sound of muffled screaming.

Her abused pussy stretched to its limits around him, his hand hitting places that even his cock couldn't. Muscular walls flexed and contracted around him in a predictable rhythm; he timed his gentle thrusts into Honey's face to match. At the same time he didn't neglect her clit, licking and sucking and driving her into a squirming, oxygen-starved frenzy.

Before too long, it was Honey's turn for a rest. Golden withdrew his fist, his cock, and his mouth, in that order. Honey Cake coughed and spluttered, tears streaming down her face and a manic grin fixed on her muzzle as she kissed her lover's tool yet further. Golden stood and admired her for a moment, hands on his hips as he let her worship him. Then, before she could fully catch her breath, he leaned down and rolled her onto her front.

A little repositioning was required, neither the bed nor the room being sized for such a task, but after some finagling he got Honey onto her hands and knees facing the corner. And then just her knees; he grabbed her hands out from under her and held onto them as he mounted her from the back. One leg on the floor, one on the bed, he was in the perfect position to sandwich his cock between her ass cheeks, grinding back and forth to smear throatslime over her backside.

"Ooh, have I been a bad girl?" Honey fake-gasped, putting on a falsetto for him. "I promise I'll be better, sir... if you punish me hard enough..."

He knew just what she was referring to. The Banker and the Maid was their go-to scenario for roleplay - and this was the incompetent young maid's favourite position. Leaning over her, he bent her arms behind her back, forcing her face down into the musky bedsheets, and gave her naughty ass a fierce slap. A ripple shook all the way down her body, and the sheets did absolutely nothing to quiet her delighted shriek. Unable to wait any longer, Golden reared back and drove his cock home, penetrating her deeply once again.

As he deepfucked Honey with long, smooth strokes and her vocalizations turned to a stream of babbled Fuck!s, Golden allowed himself to once again drift into the past. He well remembered the last Banker and the Maid scenario they'd played out. The silly girl had broken his favourite vase for the sixth or so time, and he'd decided that a regular dicking wasn't getting the message through to her. And so, once she'd lubricated his cock with her throat long and hard to prove how very sorry she was, he'd gotten her down into this very position and pulled out all the stops...

The motion was easy to disguise as simply spreading her ass at first, one hand on each cheek. Brushing his thumbs over her asshole didn't cause visible notice. On the second pass, however, he hooked his fingers down and plunged them in. Honey squealed as he spread her asshole with his thumbs, the cute little pucker winking her arousal at him. "My ass, sir? Well, if sir insists..." She giggled.

The ring of muscles was pliant and stretchy; she clearly hadn't been neglecting her secondary fuckhole during their time apart. Even so, after pulling out and sliding that crucial inch upward, it took real effort to breach his way back inside. Still, the extra resistance her butt put up made the warmth and tightness of her insides all the sweeter. And by Celestia was she tight - if her pussy fit him like a glove, her ass was more like a vise, actively wringing him out for everything he was worth.

Golden tried to go slowly at first, in case he was hurting Honey more than she could take, but his wife had other ideas. "Harder!" she yelled, driving her hips backward into his lap. "Fuck my ass harder! Fuck! Nngh!" Despite her cries, she seemed to have little idea that she was doing most of the work herself. Golden barely picked up the pace, and after a minute slowed almost to a complete standstill, treating himself to the incredible sight of this beautiful mare bouncing and creaming herself on his cock.

Then it was time to get serious. Slapping both hands down on Honey's hips, he held her in place and took control. His front smacked against her ample behind, making her scream as every stroke grew longer than the one before. Almost all the way out, then all the way back in - and in fact all the way out a couple of times, allowing her asshole to gape and flex around nothing before plunging back inside. And then pounding, pounding while spanking her ass, pounding while rubbing her clit, pounding upon pounding upon pounding...

"Holy shit- fuck!" Honey shook her ass in a delightfully familiar way. "I'm cumming!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, a fact that she barely needed to advertise. "I'm cumming I'm cumming I'm fucking fuck fuck fuckeeeeEEEE-!"

That was what tipped him over the edge. The way she convulsed and her legs shook, the pleasured scream beyond anything else she could produce, the knowledge that it was his cock that was shattering her world at that moment... whatever the reason, this was it. Golden fell forward onto all fours, hilted himself as deep in Honey's ass as he could, and erupted.

Time froze, and was slow to unfreeze, the moment of glorious simultaneity seeming to last forever. It was difficult to tell when the orgasm ended; it trailed on as both parties collapsed onto their sides on the bed, sweating and panting hard from exertion. Golden grasped at Honey's breasts and buried his face in her neck, planting kisses on anywhere he could reach. She turned her head back and they locked lips. All the while, he continued to leak pearly white inside of her, the flow slowly diminishing but not reaching its end.

"I love you," Honey whispered.

He drew a heart over her navel.

"Ek-hem," coughed another voice.

As one, they froze up. Together they looked toward the doorway. It now hung open. Butternut stood within it, hands on her hips, her eyes narrowed. "You two," she said in a cold voice, "have some explaining to do."