Noisemakers

by enne

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Romance, Original Character, Porn, Sex, Profanity, Non-consensual
Length: 16445

Golden Tongue can't leave the basement. Every day, his wife brings him food, a book, and a little something extra.

Equestria has gone mad. In a world that has come to abruptly and violently hate stallions, the mute Golden Tongue hides away in a secret room in his basement. Suffocated in darkness, all that keeps him going is the nightly visits from his beautiful wife, Honey Cake. But how much comfort can she be when a single sound might give them both away?

This could be connected to another story, but only if you want it to be.

Tags: Oral, Vaginal, Anal, A Larger Than Average Penis, Infidelity, Rape, Various Horrible Things (Implied), A Loving And Romantic Couple, Possibly Some Other Stuff That You're Just Going To Have To Find Out About As You Go

Published 2021-01-01 09:30:00 UTC
Last updated 2021-01-01 09:30:00 UTC

Imprisonment

Two days went by.

"Things," Honey Cake said, "have gotten weird out there."

It was midnight again, or sometime after midnight now. A candle flickered on the shelf. Golden Tongue and Honey lay on top of the covers, naked in each other's arms. Her breath smelled like the cum he'd deposited on her tongue just minutes ago. The door was shut. They always checked, now.

"I went to the market today and it was like a non-stop orgy," she continued. "Mares just lying all over the place, going to town on each other. No one was watching the stalls. No one took my money. Everything's broken down. I want to believe it was just a fluke, but... even outside the market, most mares have stopped wearing clothes. About half of the ones that do are in silk and strap-ons. At least Floral Scent must be making a killing."

She snuggled into Golden Tongue's side. He held her close and reached up with his other hand, quickly fingerspelling. What about the kids?

"That's the scariest part," Honey answered. "I didn't think about it at first, but over the past couple of weeks, maybe even longer... I don't think I've seen a single pony under the age of eighteen."

They were silent for a moment to take this in. "I just wish I knew why," she whispered. "Why the world went crazy. If things keep up like this, I don't know if we'll be able to make it through the winter. If winter ever comes. Then we'll all die, and we'll never even know."

Golden quickly changed the subject. On top of everything else, he wasn't sure that he could stand to see his wife cry. How's Butternut?

"She says she's still thinking." Honey sighed. "The fact that she didn't turn us in right away means there's still some sanity in her, or at least that her greed's overriding whatever impulse made her hate stallions. I just don't know what else we can give her to keep her on our side. She owns our house. She owns our savings. She owns us, and that's maybe the worst part. And it still might not be enough. All we can do is wait, and hope."

A pause. "Or maybe... maybe not."

Honey rolled over on top of Golden, straddling him. "We could run away," she said. "Disguise you as a mare somehow, take our money and catch a train to somewhere else. Anywhere else. Maybe this madness is just isolated to our town. Maybe there are ponies out there fighting to stop it. If there are, we have to find them - join them. And start making things right again."

It sounded tempting. How? he asked. There are guards watching the house. They'll get suspicious if an extra mare appears out of nowhere.

"Then we'll need help. I'll have to find somepony who looks like you, who you can replace. Maybe willingly, maybe..." She chewed her lip. "I'll figure it out. Either way, it has to be better than doing nothing."

Golden nodded vaguely. Truth be told, it was difficult to evaluate risk properly when she was astride him like she was. Don't get caught, okay? he offered up.

"I won't. Promise." She leaned down and kissed him. "I should go," she whispered. "I have a sex date in the morning. If I stay any longer they'll find me in this bed, not ours."

With a groan, she stood up from the bed and redressed herself. Will you think of me while you do it? Golden asked.

"I always do." Blowing him one last kiss, she picked up the candle and left the way she came. "Goodnight, sweetie."

Goodnight.

She shut the door.

That was the last he saw of her for five days.

Midway through the second day of Honey's disappearance, there was a knock at the door.

Golden looked over at it blankly. There was a second knock, more insistent than the first. Was whoever was outside expecting an answer? It clearly wasn't Honey, and he was more than wary of opening the door to anyone who wasn't her. Still, it wasn't like he had a lock, they obviously knew he was here, and he was hungry...

With a small sigh, he stood up to open the door, only for it to open anyway. Butternut entered with a tray of pancakes, only to almost drop it when she caught sight of him. "Ack! Put some clothes on, you animal!" she squawked, making a huge show of looking away.

Another blank look. Butternut was barely dressed herself, in a bikini top that almost-but-not-quite covered her nipples, and a pair of tights so tight that they left nothing to the imagination. Perhaps it was the fashion at the moment. Where is Honey Cake? he asked.

She ignored him, keeping her eyes averted. "I made you breakfast," she said, thrusting the tray at him. "I trust you're at least civilized enough to keep clean while you eat?"

He took the tray. It was a huge stack of syrup-laden pancakes, along with a fork and a knife - a rare luxury. Honey wouldn't have risked it. He sat back down in bed, pulling the covers over his crotch with a slight roll of his eyes, and dug in.

Butternut sat on the edge of the bed, watching him carefully. She took a breath and gagged. "Ugh, it stinks of sex in here!" she whined. "Don't you ever clean up after yourself, you filthy creature?"

Golden resisted the urge to glare. Where is Honey Cake? he tried again.

"What is this?" She waved her hands around in mockery of him. "I don't speak that shit. Can't you just talk like a normal pony?"

He shook his head.

"Fantastic." She groaned. "Honestly, I don't see why Honey keeps you around. Useless stallion, eating her food, draining her money, while you sit around jerking off. She should have turned you in like everypony else did."

Golden paused from wolfing down food to glower. Butternut snorted in laughter. "If stallions had feelings, I'd almost thing you were mad at me," she said. "What's wrong? You want to rape me? Make me your slut? As if. One wayward scream and I can have a dozen guards on you, so don't go getting any ideas."

He scowled and kept eating. One thing he had to admit, hot food was something he'd sorely missed down here in the dark. And these pancakes were actually edible; Honey Cake's had the taste and consistency of glue. Thinking of her earnest if disgusting attempts made him miss her even more. He tried to ask the all-important question one last time, this time drawing out the letters in the air with his finger. w-h-e-r-e-i-s-

"Oh, just knock it off already," Butternut scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Finish up, hurry. I've got a job for you."

Frustration grew. Still, Golden hurriedly swallowed the last few bites of his meal and pushed the tray back to her. She carelessly shoved it to the floor. "Honey was always pretty open about your... qualities," she said, getting up onto the bed and starting to crawl towards him. His pulse quickened. "And your wife's pretty little mouth hasn't been cutting it. So let's make a deal. Prove to me you've got something that I can't get anywhere else, and maybe I'll consider not cutting her loose and saving her from a life of servitude."

His blood ran cold. Deep down, he'd been expecting, if not this moment, then one like it; he was terribly aware that stallions were now an extremely rare, if not exactly sought-after commodity. What he was far less sure of was whether he was mentally or emotionally prepared to make a move on a mare who wasn't Honey Cake, least of all without discussing it with her first. Not to say that certain parts of him weren't aroused by the idea. Butternut wasn't quite what he'd call beautiful, but she had breasts that easily eclipsed his wife's and hips that didn't lie...

"C'mere," she moaned, and pushed him back against the wall, then pressed herself against him and shoved her tongue in his mouth. As he'd expected from Honey's description of her cunnilingus skills, she liked it slow and sloppy, incorporating an up-and-down motion that seemed to mostly serve to bounce her fat tits against his chest. Hesitantly he opened up to her, batting his tongue with hers in this unfamiliar rhythm, while the rest of him stiffened and a certain part of him stiffened.

Butternut made a few theatrical moans and then pulled away, staring into his eyes searchingly. "Well?" she huffed. "Are you going to take advantage of me or not?" With that, she reached back and tugged at the bow holding her bikini top together, letting it tumble down her chest.

Lust made Golden stare. Habit made him look away. Then the rest of his brain caught up and forced him to look again. Puffy nipples stood to attention under his gaze, surrounded by large, dark areolas.

No part of this felt right. But the consequences if he failed to satisfy this jerk were too dire to be considered - not just for him, but for his beloved. Then and there, he decided: He was giving her the royal treatment. Even if he was being disloyal, if it meant saving Honey Cake, no one was leaving this room until he'd made this bitch his bitch.

With confidence borne by love, he grabbed Butternut's top and cast it aside, then sank his palms into her wobbling chest. Ignoring her smirk, he took a little time to indulge in her tits' heft and softness before focusing his attention on her nipples. Flicks and pinches turned to insistent rubbing that was enough to cause a flicker in her composure. Then he drew back, slapped both hands around onto her ass, and yanked her close to sink his face into her mounds. "M-my goodness," she murmured, her voice starting to crack as he licked and sucked with wild abandon. "You're just like my ex-husband. He was obsessed with my breasts as well. Don't tell me you're going to start calling me Mommy too?"

Well. He hadn't needed to know that about Racket. With boobs now ruined for him, he started to kiss his way downward, leaning Butternut back as he did. On reaching the line of her tights he lowered her back onto the bed and started to peel them down. His nostrils flared; she was already soaked. Without panties, her wetness formed a growing stain on the black material, spreading even as he watched.

Despite that, however, Butternut didn't look pleased. "You're supposed to- oh, just let me do it," she sighed. Sitting up, she reached between her legs and tore her tights open across the groin, the fragile material ripping like paper. "Really, what kind of stallion are you?" She lay back down, hands behind her head. "You'd better impress me."

With an internal eye roll, he leaned down. "Really? Pfft," Butternut laughed. "If I wanted oral, I could get it from any mOh my goodness!"

Golden pulled out all the stops. Licking, sucking, fingering, he did it all. She tasted different than Honey Cake did, less sweet, more meaty. His thumb circled around her asshole, but went no further; too much of a risk if she wasn't into that. "Guh... Okay, I guess you do have some skill..." she moaned. "A little higher, darling, and don't stop- oh sweet Celestia don't stop!"

Her head tilted back and she let out a series of animalistic grunts. Her legs spasmed, one wrapping around the back of Golden's head, and she ground into his mouth with wild abandon. "Oh that's good, that's so fucking good!" she cried out. "How can you be this good when your wife is so shit? Stars, more! Give me more!"

It took all his effort to not bite at her. He kept up his assault, broad tongue lapping fiercely, not letting up as the quality of her squealing changed and her muscles started to melt around him. Not much longer, and-

"That's enough!" she abruptly barked. He paused, looking up at her with his tongue sticking out. "You're not getting a leg up on me that easily," Butternut said, hastily composing herself. Nothing, however, could hide the deep redness that he'd brought to her face. "Now show me the goods. I want to see what it is that makes Honey Cake scream like that every night."

With pleasure. Golden Tongue lifted himself up... and up. He was almost fully hard, and a few quick strokes thickened him to his full size. Butternut's expression rapidly cycled through smug intrigue, surprise, shock, and horror. "It's... that's... there's no way that can... no!" she babbled. "It's really the size of... I thought she was exaggerating!"

Golden waddled forward on his knees. It was with no small degree of satisfaction that he plopped his cock down on Butternut's stomach, showing her in no uncertain terms just how deep he would shortly be penetrating her. She stared down in alarm at him, then caught his smug eye. Even without words, some things translated perfectly. "Of... of course I can take it!" she blustered. "What kind of mare do you think I am? My ex-husband was bigger, even! N-now put it in already, and stop wasting time!"

Despite the need to pleasure her as much as possible, he couldn't resist taking his time in drawing back, savouring her fear. At long last he placed himself at her entrance and started to push - slowly, gradually increasing the pressure. He didn't so much part her folds as collapse them, her entire cunt folding in on itself as it attempted to take this massive insertion.

"G-gently!" Butternut whined, her face flushed red, her breath quickening. Lubrication was no issue; she was soaking wet, actively gushing around him as he finally breached her walls, but by Celestia was she tight! Both let out a quiet moan as his flare expanded inside her, just his tip already stretching her out in ways she'd never been stretched before. "See?" she said with faux-haughtiness. "I told you I could take it! N-now start moving!"

Oh, but he wasn't done yet. He sank deeper inside of her, smoothly gliding along her slippery interior while she flexed and convulsed around him. Every inch was like being crushed between powerful if lubricated hands, a far cry from Honey Cake's silkenly accommodating pussy. She was shorter than Honey, too, as he bottomed out inside of her with a quarter of his length still outside. Butternut mewled and stroked her stomach, feeling for where he pressed against her cervix.

Then he started moving.

Out, in, out, in, just a few inches at a time. Her pussy gripped him hard on each pull back, and sucked him in on each push forward. "S-slower!" Butternut cried, punctuated by strained moans. "Ughn... Don't hit me there! Mmm... Be gentle, you brute!"

He followed her directions as best he could - but truth be told, he wasn't sure how much slower he could go. He leaned over Butternut and quieted her complaints with a kiss, hoping to distract her long enough for her to acclimatize. It wasn't enough. "Enough!" she huffed, pushing him back. "You clearly don't know what you're doing with that thing. Get on your back. I'm taking over."

Shame and frustration built up in his gut - but he swallowed it down and shrugged as though it were no big deal, leaning back. She put her hands on his shoulders and pulled herself up as he descended, shrieking as her trembling legs failed and she impaled herself on him once more.

Now the one with his hands behind his head, Golden admired the view. Butternut steadied herself against the wall and gingerly bounced up and down on him, her complaints turned to mewls now that she had no one but herself to blame when she struck a sensitive spot. It had been many years since he'd seen a mare struggle to take his cock, and although it wasn't exactly ideal, the sight still filled him with an aroused pride. His obscenely thick shaft twitched and pulsed, and he couldn't help but shift his hips up ever so slightly to meet her as her slippery love-tunnel descended again and again.

For long minutes she rode him, pleasure and discomfort fighting on her face - and luckily, pleasure seemed to be winning. Tension melted away and Golden allowed himself to relax, losing himself in the mesmerizing display of her fat tits jiggling. It was far from the best fuck he'd ever had, but this was pleasant enough. He could get used to this, even. Honey Cake at night, and Butternut during the day... maybe both of them at once, the expert teaching the novice...

"Well?" Butternut snapped, breaking him out of his daydream. "My legs are getting tired. Are you going to cum or not?"

Ah. Golden blanched. He was only just starting to enjoy himself; nowhere near close to orgasm. He was used to much rougher sex, and holding out until his partner had finished, which Butternut clearly hadn't done. He started to shake his head... but stopped. It would be suicide to insinuate that the mare who held his life in her hands was a bad fuck. "Come on, I can't keep this up much longer," she moaned. "Just fill me up already!"

Golden gritted his teeth. He closed his eyes and imagined it was Honey Cake shallowly riding him, post-orgasm, clenching around him for all he was worth, begging him to use her pussy and get off like he'd never gotten off before...

He moved before he could stop himself. Abruptly sitting up, he slapped both hands onto Butternut's fat ass and pulled her close to him. Off-balance, she collapsed on top of him, breasts cushioning the fall onto his chest, and shrieked into his face as he started furiously thrusting into her from below. He gripped her ass tight, holding her high and still while he used her like a sex toy, eyes still closed while he watched porn inside his head.

In some distant fantasy, Honey Cake smiled at him. "Cum," she whispered. "Cum in this slut. For me. I want you to do it, I need you to do it, for me, for me..."

He barely felt the transition before it started. Lost to the motion, he kept slamming into Butternut as hot cum filled her insides and her screams started to take on an altogether different quality. Balls clenching, he unloaded shot after shot into this mare who wasn't his wife, feeling her overflow and start to dribble out around his length. Even once he was empty he still kept going for a half-dozen more strokes, having to slow himself rather than stopping outright.

He opened his eyes. Butternut's own eyes were rolled back partially into her head, her mouth open in a silent scream. After a moment she seemed to register Golden's stare and shut her mouth, coughing awkwardly. "That," she said, "was... something."

She rolled off of him, audibly struggling to pull even his slowly-softening cock from her, and kneeled in the narrow space between him and the wall. To his surprise, she turned and took his cock into her mouth, wringing him out with her hands and sucking the last drops of cum from his tip. A faint hum of satisfaction turned into a surprised, throaty moan. "Delicious," she purred.

Once she seemed satisfied that his cock was clean, she crawled off the bed. Yet more of the titanic cumload oozed from her pussy, spattering across him and the sheets. "I'm going to need a bath before I go outside," she declared. "Wouldn't be a good look for me to be dripping bits of you all over the streets, would it?"

She retrieved her bikini top. Golden stared at her in a mixture of post-coital bliss and apprehension. "You really still don't have anything to say, do you?" Butternut tutted as she dressed. "What a strange stallion. But maybe that's not such a bad thing. I think I'm starting to see why Honey Cake keeps you around."

She picked up the discarded tray and opened the door. "I'll be back tomorrow," she said. "Do try to control yourself next time, won't you?" With that, she left.

A bubble of anxiety popped inside Golden, turning to relief. He collapsed fully back onto the bed, breathing heavily. He'd done it. He'd had sex to save his life. And possibly the life of Honey Cake, as well, wherever she was. All he had to do was keep this up...

Three days went by. Three days alone.

Despite her promise, Butternut did not return.

Lollipop Suckle's story ended pretty much the way Golden Tongue had expected.

"You must decide, oh mare who rocks!" proclaimed the zebra ambassador. "By dawn, you must choose one of our cocks!" A half-dozen creatures stood proud and erect around Lollipop's round bed, the mare herself naked and surprised in their middle. There was one from each nation she'd visited over the course of her adventure: zebra, yak, horse, caribou, llama, and changeling queen. Two wished to wed her, two to breed her, and two to keep her as a sexual slave. And each one of them was prodigiously hung - although, Golden sniffed, they weren't that much bigger than him.

He wasn't really in the mood to jack off - but anything, anything was better than doing nothing. Hunger, loneliness, terror, they all conspired to make every moment a waking agony. He'd been without company or food for three days, and it was hard to tell which was worse. He'd eventually resorted to eating the straw basket that Honey Cake had delivered his last meal in, which settled his stomach somewhat, but only barely. But when it came to thinking of Honey Cake herself, he had no such relief. The best-case scenario was that she'd gotten swept up in some mare's sex dungeon somewhere and hadn't been able to make it home - which was awful enough. But with every day that passed, it seemed more and more likely that she'd been found out. And what would these insane mares do to a mare known to be harbouring a dreaded stallion?

He couldn't bear to think about it. He couldn't think about what Honey might be going through at that moment, how she might be enduring agony in silence to protect him. If he only knew what was going on, he would give himself up in a heartbeat to spare her any more punishment - but he didn't, and he couldn't. Thinking about such things would only be torturing himself for no benefit, and Honey Cake wouldn't have wanted that. So he distracted himself in the only way that was available to him.

He stroked himself gently as Lollipop sucked each of her suitors' cocks in turn, commenting on their varying tastes and shapes. Then came the inevitable gangbang. Golden flipped the pages idly, watching the bubbly bimbo rotate through a variety of positions and partners. Sometimes in his mind's eye it was Lollipop who was virtually attending to his crotch while he read, sometimes Honey Cake, sometimes Butternut. Finally, it was all three of them sucking away at him while the mare on the page did the probably impossible and took all six dicks at once: one in her pussy, two in her throat, and three stretching her ass like nothing had ever stretched it before...

He was so engrossed in his fantasy that he didn't notice the knock on the door until he'd reached the final page. There, dawn had finally sprung, and her six lovers, spent to the point of exhaustion, were waking up to find Lollipop Suckle no longer there. "Sorry, sweeties," she laughed as she flew across the open sky, cum-soaked and naked save for her hat. "There's a whole lot more world out there for me to explore - and a whole lot more yummy dicks to taste!"

Then an explosion of magic blew the door off the safe room.

Instinct took over and Golden ducked and covered, bits of debris and magic sparks raining down on him. Before he could so much as open his eyes, two pairs of strong arms had him by the shoulders and were hauling him out of bed. He scrabbled his hooves on the stone floor, trying to regain balance as he was dragged from the room, then thrown onto all fours.

He looked up and gaped. A Princess was standing over him, examining him with the same unhappy dismissiveness that one might have for somepony else's misbehaving foal. Some inner instinct told him to bow, which he angrily repressed. Then his eyes were drawn to the one pony in the room who mattered more.

Honey Cake was on her knees by the stairs, a glazed, drugged look on her face. Not only was she naked save for a red collar, but her breasts seemed to have gone up a full cup size, and her ass ballooned behind her. The collar's lead was being held by Butternut - and Golden was struck by the impression at first that she'd grown a third leg. Then realization set in and his eyes widened. Even soft, the new appendage attached to her crotch was almost as thick as her thighs and drooped past her knees, a pair of impossibly fat nuts behind it forcing her to keep her legs spread to accommodate them.

"Impressed?" the Princess asked casually. "Your ex-wife was very difficult to break, you know. For such a slut, she was able to withstand everything we threw at her. It was almost enough for her to make us think her little questions about the trains were entirely innocent." She chuckled. "Until your little friend here came out of this empty house walking funny. She broke almost immediately. All it took was the promise of a big dick to get her to sell you out, and, well, although we didn't exactly comply with the spirit of her request, she's quite happy with the results, aren't you dear?"

Butternut grinned and nodded. There was mania in her bloodshot eyes.

"Which brings us, quite neatly, to you." The Princess got down onto one knee. She grabbed Golden's chin with magic and lifted his head, none-too-gently jerking him back and forth as she examined him. "A completely ordinary stallion. Stupid, smelly, obsessed with sex. What is so special about you that you caused a member of the local Ruling Council to resist our mind-freeing magics for so long?"

Her grip released him, and a horrible pit opened up in his stomach. He rose up onto his knees and turned to face Honey Cake. Ruling Council? he signed.

"Oh? Didn't you know?" The Princess laughed. "She was quite instrumental in bringing about the changes of the new order. And she's been quite ruthless in maintaining it, too. Hardly the type one would expect-"

"She- she's lying!" Honey Cake burst out. Her voice was cracked and hoarse, and broke further under the strain of speaking. "I swear, Golden, I swear I had no idea any of this would happen. I just wanted to keep us safe-"

"Slave, shut her up."

The Princess snapped her fingers, and Butternut's shaft sprang to full attention. Thankfully she was a shower, not a grower, only spilling out a couple more inches as she thickened to her full size - but the result easily dwarfed even Golden Tongue in volume. She tugged on the lead and Honey Cake sprang up, as though conditioned to do so, and fell forward onto the nearest object in front of her - Golden's half-finished crib. "No," she moaned as Butternut waddled up behind her. "NoooOOOOO!"

Pure rage filled Golden, and he tried to spring to his hooves, only for the guards behind him to grab him and slam him back down to his knees. "Even now, she still resists," the Princess mused, seemingly ignoring the screams of Honey Cake getting utterly railed. "Despite all efforts to free her from the brainwashing of stallions, she still clings to one like he matters. Can you shed some light on this, male? What did we overlook? What are we missing?"

Utter hate churned in his gut. The desire to kill her, to kill them all, to save Honey and get away from this all, it coursed through his limbs like poison. But his answer, when it came, came from the heart. Love.

The Princess snorted. "Love?"

Yes. Love. And we're not the only ones. He rose up as much as he could before the guards steadied their grips on him. Equestria was founded on ponies loving each other. Whether families, friends, or romantic partners. Love is the most powerful force in all the world, and not even you can tear it apart. All across Equestria, couples just like us are hiding away, bound by our love for each other, waiting until it's safe to come out and declare that love again. He glared. And no one, Princess or otherwise, will be able to stop it.

She stared at him, chewing her lip, seemingly lost in thought. "Shall we take him to the Pit, my lady?" one of the guardsmares asked.

"No," the Princess said. "Bring him back with me. This one demands further... study."

"As you wish." They grabbed Golden Tongue's arms and hauled him to his hooves. Step by rough step, they frog-marched him toward the stairs.

Though he knew it would haunt him, Golden looked back one last time. Honey Cake was continuing to scream, her stomach bloating as she was hilted by something beyond what even she was built to take. But her face was utterly enraptured. As he watched, Butternut's rough slamming proved to be too much and the railings of the crib snapped, collapsing inward as Honey Cake fell.

Then he looked forward, up the stairs and out the open door, and he saw for the first time exactly how much the world had changed.

The Basement

"Safe room. Now."

That was all it took. Golden Tongue was awake.

His body moved before his mind did, compelled by the fear and urgency in his wife's voice. In a semiconscious haze he flung off the covers and tottered up, struggling to parse reality from the dream he had moments ago occupied. Automatically he stooped to pick up his nightgown; Honey Cake materialized in the slowly expanding ring of his awareness and grabbed his hand instead, yanking him none too gently toward the door. She spared only a single glance backward before all but running down the stairs with him in tow.

It was once they were on the ground floor that it registered that Golden had absolutely no idea what they were running from.

He tried to sign his confusion to his wife with his free hand, but almost tripped as she pulled him along like an overgrown toddler behind her, and in any case she wasn't even looking at him. In lieu of that, he tried to piece together that had happened last night. He was naked, and Honey was still wearing the lingerie that she pulled out on "special" occasions, which were becoming increasingly frequent now that they were trying for a baby. It was a saucy little number, black from stocking to bra with heart-shaped holes for her nipples and the matching panties long since discarded, putting her well-used ass and pussy on full display for him. It didn't send him into the state of stupefaction that it had on their wedding night, but the sight of her auburn tail swishing in front of her bare, well-rounded bottom was enough to make his semiconscious brain wonder if this wasn't some naughty game of hers. He reached out a playful hand to give her a squeeze - nope, when they reached the basement stairs she shot him a look of pure terror and pushed him in front of her. Not a game.

What had happened last night? A pleasant night in, as far as he could recall. They'd had dinner by the fireplace, chatted about his latest woodworking project, he'd led her by the hand upstairs and fucked her brains out, and they'd fallen asleep in each other's arms. If Honey had known something was coming, if there was anything she was afraid of, she'd given no sign. So what was prompting this reaction in her now?

Once they were at the bottom of the stairs, Honey Cake finally threw on a light. The basement was Golden Tongue's woodworking studio, littered with tools and half-finished projects, including a crib that he swore he would finish before the big day finally came. What's happening? he signed, only for Honey to run past him. She practically hurled a blackboard off the wall and threw open the door that it disguised. "Inside, now!" she hissed.

Some part of Golden hesitated. Not enough to make him stop. The hidden safe room was just as he'd left it, albeit a little dustier: cot-toilet-shelf and just barely enough room for two people to stand. He ran inside and pressed himself against the stone wall, fully prepared for Honey to follow. Instead, she shut the door behind him.

Stupefaction followed. In a panic he raised a hand to knock on the wall... and then lowered it. Through the thin wall he could hear Honey Cake replacing the blackboard, first throwing it on frantically, then adjusting it. She took two steps back, presumably inspecting her work, then ran for the stairs.

And then, silence. Silence and the dark.

Golden Tongue blinked. Now fully awake, a deep, gnawing terror was starting to settle in - and with it, the cold. When his grandfather had built this house, he'd clearly had sunnier days in mind. A bare body pressed against the cold stone of an autumn night was hardly what the paranoid old stallion had had in mind. Golden unpeeled himself from the wall and sat on the cot. Mercifully, this was no spring-laden prisoner's mattress, but a soft and well-built bed in miniature. He pulled the dust-coated blankets around himself, shivered, and waited.

What felt like seconds later, he heard Honey Cake's voice faintly through the wall, casual as could be. "...his workshop. He doesn't like it when I come down here, so I wouldn't know if anything's missing."

And then another voice, equally familiar but in a hauntingly different tone. "Tch. Typical stallion. Think they own everything."

A pair of hoofsteps clopped closer and closer to him. He didn't dare to breathe. "When did you see him last?" the second mare asked airily.

"A couple of nights ago," Honey answered. "He seemed pretty normal. I mean for a stallion, anyway. Boasting about his tools, drinking too much. He went out to the bar at the usual time, or at least I assumed that was where he went. Never came back."

"I see. Is there a reason you didn't report his disappearance to the authorities?"

"Why would I? I was hoping to never see him again, the bastard."

"You won't. Or if you do, it will be under very different circumstances." The hoofsteps turned away from the hidden door. "Rest assured, if Golden Tongue ever shows his face again, he'll suffer the same fate as all the others. If you're up to it, I might even let you hold the knife."

Golden's blood ran cold.

"That's a tempting offer," Honey Cake purred. "I might have to take you up on that."

"And if you keep flashing me like that, I might have to take you upstairs." They both tittered. "Maybe another time. Duty calls. A lot of wrongs to right tonight. In the meantime, if you're ever in trouble, just make some noise. Help is only seconds away."

"I appreciate it. Really. In fact, come here... one for the road?"

Hoofsteps. Silence. A self-satisfied moan. Silence. A pair ascending the stairs together. Silence. Silence.

Golden Tongue sat shivering. He didn't sleep for the rest of the night.

She didn't come at dawn.

She didn't come at noon.

Light filtered in through the floorboards above, barely enough to see by. Golden lay on his back, drifting in and out of sleep, and thought.

Last night was not an impromptu act. Honey Cake had been prepared. She'd known exactly what to do, exactly how to act, exactly how to hide him. But why? And how? She'd talked about him like he were the worst kind of criminal. What did they think he'd done? What could he possibly have done? And if Honey had known about it, why hadn't she told him?

Seeking answers, he trawled backwards through time in his mind, searching for the last time Honey had lied to him.

Last night was just one night of many, and, he'd assumed, many more to come. They were both farmhands, though he was a picker and she a supervisor, assigned to a rotating crop of different farms as needs arose. But autumn had fallen early this year, the harvests were wrapping up, and he'd been spending less time assisting with wrapping up before winter and much more time on the arguably more important task of planting his seed in her. Getting Honey pregnant was the main project they'd agreed to work on before winter fell, and as other responsibilities faded away they'd been working at it day and night.

They weren't the secret-keeping types. If anything, it was abnormal how much they shared with each other. In his case, much as he disliked admitting it, it was likely because aside from her he didn't really have any other friends. Pals at work, perhaps, but none of them understood any more than the most basic of sign language, far too little to have a meaningful conversation. And as for Honey, she'd confided in him, as she confided everything else, that it was comforting being able to share her secrets with someone she knew would never reveal them.

The closest they'd come to secrets had come to light almost two years ago, on their first anniversary. She'd put on that jaw-dropping lingerie for the second time ever, fumbled around with his cock in her mouth, and shyly made a very particular request. That was when they'd had the adult version of The Talk and it came to light that they were both much kinkier than either had been letting on. He liked to choke her. She liked to be dominated. They'd both been shy about suggesting anal. After that, nothing was off the table.

The first year of their marriage had been much more vanilla. She was the strong, outgoing businessmare, he the mute, supporting husband. They were practically a caricature of the perfect Equestrian couple, and neither of them were happy about it. This had probably been best exemplified by their wedding night, when, despite her riding him until dawn had broken and their crotches were rubbed raw, neither of them had reached a climax. Not unenjoyable, but missing that special little touch that they had now. Naturally, her nosy mother had somehow found out and made a fuss about them ruining their first time, to the mortification of all.

The mind's eye rolled back further. No, their actual first time had been a year and a half before that. Barely out of high school, she'd gone out with him only because of a dare issued by a now ex-friend. Even back then, she hadn't pulled any punches, confessing the dare in the same breath that she asked about his availability, and later admitting that she was curious if the rumours were true about what he was packing in his pants. For three straight months they'd teased each other until his grandfather died and left him a house built to withstand the apocalypse on the edge of town, and finally having privacy caused the fountain of lust to erupt hard enough to give them both bruises. Every weekend for the next year they'd squirreled themselves away in there and explored each other's bodies until marriage inevitably took them and cast a temporary shade of acceptability over their lovemaking.

Before that? They'd known each other in school, but hadn't been in the same circles. She was steadily working her way up to being one of the popular girls, a position that she'd never actually achieved, while he was at the bottom of the totem pole as the weird kid who couldn't talk. They'd lived and loved and had their own first times, respectively, with the captain of the hoofball team and a girl who liked to eat chalk. (Reportedly, those two had also gotten married to each other, which may have been of interest to certain love scholars, but presently seemed neither here nor there.)

There was more, but Golden Tongue trailed off. Life before Honey Cake didn't seem worth exploring.

The day trailed on. She didn't come in the evening.

Midnight. Was it midnight? It felt like midnight. Golden Tongue chose to believe it was midnight. He was awakened by the door opening.

He cracked an eye open. Honey Cake peeked inside, then entered slowly. She carried a candle, the brightest light that he'd seen in twenty-four hours. Gone was the lingerie; in its place was a floral nightgown, and he knew her body well enough to tell that there was nothing under it. Rising from under the covers, he tilted his head toward her and let his questioning look do all the talking that was necessary.

Honey trembled. She shut the door silently and sat on the edge of the bed, refusing to meet his gaze. The candle dropped to her lap. I'm sorry, she signed.

Golden waited, but nothing more seemed to be forthcoming. Why? he signed back. He had other questions, but they were all encapsulated by the one word anyway.

Mares. She trailed off. Slowly, she rose again, putting the candle on the floor, then took a step and sat again, this time right by Golden's side. Instinctively he put an arm around her, shuffling to pull her further into bed. She leaned on his shoulder. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you. And I'm never going to stop loving you. Okay?"

His response was automatic, but genuine. He traced his free hand up her leg, under her gown, and drew a heart on her thigh. She laughed a desperate, sobbing laugh and clung to him tightly. "They've all gone crazy," she whispered. "Everyone in town. Maybe everyone in Equestria. Something's... something's wrong."

He drew a question mark.

"The mares. They think... they think you're a rapist, Golden. They think you've been raping me. They think all stallions are rapists. So they've been gathering them up, and cutting off their..." She shook. "I won't let them do that to you. I won't."

He blinked, slowly. A sickening dread crept up over him. They thought he was... no. Never. But more than that, he thought of the stallions he knew. He thought of the mares he knew. The very idea of one attacking the other - of brutalizing the other - of being turned into-

He drew a frowning face. It didn't seem sufficient.

"So I'm going to keep you here, okay?" Tears fell onto his shoulder. "We can't make noise. And I can't visit when it's light out. They're watching the house, in case you come back. But I'll come as often as I can, and bring you everything you need to keep you safe and happy, okay?"

With shaking fingers, he started to draw a check mark. She grabbed his hand and slid it up further, until his fingertips were brushing the edge of her pussy. "Everything," she said. "That's a promise."

A mote of confusion was edged out by the sharp growling of his stomach. "Oh... starting with that. Is there no food in here?"

Regretfully, Golden withdrew his arm. Just water, he signed. Everything else is expired.

"Then I'll bring you a feast, as soon as I'm able. And better blankets, and books to read. It'll be your own private cave away from the world. Doesn't that sound nice?"

There was desperation in her voice. Golden nodded vaguely. Despite having had all day for it to sink in, the reality of his situation was only slowly worming its way into his head. "I'll be back soon," Honey whispered. "Until then..." She reached around him and pulled him into a deep kiss. "Be strong."

She stood and picked up the candle. Almost too late, Golden leaned forward and touched her wrist as she turned to leave. How did you know? he signed at her.

She stared back at him, a kind of horror written into her eyes. "It's better if you don't know," she said quickly, then backed out of the room and shut the door.

When Golden Tongue next awoke, there was a basket of vegetables at the foot of his bed.

After gorging himself, he set about exploring his confines. The previous day, he'd been paralyzed by sleeplessness and terror during his waking hours. Now, it was finally starting to sink in that he was in this for the long haul. He still held out hope that, whatever was going on out there, some brave party of heroes would find a way to fix it within the next few days. But, on the slim chance that that didn't happen, he needed to be prepared to hold out for longer. Possibly a lot longer.

Already, he missed Honey Cake. It had been a long time, possibly years, since he'd woken up without her sprawled over him in a state of undress. The closeness of her warm body was the perfect way to start the day, either with a quickie before breakfast to perk them up or, if they had the time, teasing each other awake with rubs and kisses before he would roll over and sink softly inside of her...

He shook his head. Couldn't focus on that now. His world had shrunk, become cold and hard, and he would have to adapt to it or go mad. New routines, new focuses, new ways of occupying himself were required. It was, he glumly supposed, going to be pretty miserable. Ponies were social animals by nature, and going without seeing anyone for prolonged stretches would wear on him pretty fast. Still, the promise of seeing his wife again soon gave him hope. And whatever happened, it couldn't be worse than the consequences of going outside. There was, after all, a big difference between solitary confinement and being imprisoned.

In place of his usual morning "exercises" with Honey Cake, he satisfied himself with a series of push-ups, sit-ups, and jogs in place. Honey was a big fan of his physique, and while she was doing her part to protect him, he would do his to make sure he didn't go to waste. That ate up about half an hour. After that, he made an inventory of everything on the shelves above the bed. Mostly it was cans, all of which had passed their best-before date a decade ago - not, he noted, that he had any means of opening them.

There were also five books of varying thicknesses. Two were almanacs from years gone by, even their predictions for years to come long since passed. The third was written by his grandfather, a massive tome filled with information (but mostly misinformation) about how to survive the end of the world. Golden had read another copy in his teens and come away with an awkward phase where he saw danger around every corner and was certain that diamonds would be a solid investment when society came crumbling down. Ironically, he mused, now that mares had taken over he might actually have been on to something. It was a shame that of all the scenarios that his grandfather had predicted, this hadn't been one of them.

The final two books were of much greater interest to him. The first was a weighty graphic novel of some kind - emphasis on graphic, going by how much cleavage the mare on the front cover was showing. He flipped open a few pages... yep, there she was, already getting double-teamed. Porn. It wasn't his usual choice of reading material, but maybe it would make the long days away from Honey Cake more bearable. A few of the pages were stuck together, which he tried very hard not to think about.

The fifth book was the most promising of all. It was an adventure novel, promising excitement, thrills, and a journey into a faraway land. When he picked it up, however, it sloshed. It didn't take long to see why. Someone had glued the pages into a solid mass and cut out their middles - the perfect place to hide a mostly-full bottle of deep amber whiskey. Disappointment mingled with excitement as Golden turned the bottle over. This, he knew, he would be saving for a special occasion. Maybe he would open it when he finally got out.

And that was it. There was nothing else to explore.

With an almost inaudible groan, he sank back onto the bed. This was going to suck. He'd need some kind of hobby if he was to survive - perhaps Honey Cake could sneak him down some drawing or writing supplies. Although... surely no one would mind if he snuck out into the basement and carried on his woodworking?

He chewed his lip. No. If the house was being watched, or especially if someone was in the house without his knowing, there was no way he could carry on his work without being overheard. Besides, there wasn't even a way to open the door without knocking down the blackboard. Better to stay secret. Better to stay safe. At least until the boredom got the best of him. And until then...

He reached up and felt around for a book. Grasping the first one he touched, he pulled it down. It was an almanac. Groaning in resignation, he started to read.

Midnight. Midnight? In some indeterminable way, it felt like midnight.

This time, he was fully awake. He'd spent the day drifting in and out of sleep, alternating between reading and exercising during his waking hours. So far he'd tricked his brain into thinking this was just another lazy day, anything to stave off restlessness. But in the end, it was the promise of seeing Honey Cake again that had gotten him through. After the unbearable wait, he needed this. He needed her.

He was not disappointed. In the still silence familiar hoofsteps descended the stairs. The blackboard shifted. The door opened. There was no candle this time; they were in complete blackness. For an instant he doubted it was her until a reaching hand brushed against his bare chest and she fell into his arms. "I missed you," Honey Cake whispered.

He squeezed her ass through her nightgown by way of response. She giggled. "I brought more food," she said. "And a book. I'm sorry if it's not enough. I can't move things around too much or my guests might notice. They're always coming round."

Her tone turned soft. "They really care," she continued. "That's almost the most frightening part. They really want me to be safe from you. They're doing everything they can to make sure I'm never alone 'in this difficult time'." She shuddered. "Tomorrow we're burning your clothes. It's supposed to by symbolic, or something. I'm sorry. I don't know if I'll be able to save anything for you."

Don't apologize, he wanted to sign to her. This isn't your fault. In the darkness, all he could do was kiss her instead. She moaned softly into his mouth, and together they sank down onto the bed, Honey shedding her gown as they went.

Naked, together, they pulled roughly at each other, as though they were both trying to crush their bodies into one. As one their hands went lower, grinding each part of her deliciously soft body into his hard one. And hard he was - already at half-mast from anticipation, his stallionhood quickly grew to its full length and nestled between Honey's thighs. She rode him gently, smearing drops of wetness from her pussy onto the top of his cock, gasping with anticipation. In a single motion he rolled them over until he was on top of her and raised up his hips, changing the angle for that final stroke of much-needed penetration.

But instead of sliding inside of his wife, the blunt head of his cock met the barrier of the back of her hand. "We can't," she whispered.

Animalistically, he snorted at her. She grasped the middle of his length and pulled him closer, pressing it against her navel. "I want it," she said. "I want it so much that I can't bear it. And I know you want me just the same. But if I make noise, if I scream, they'll kill us both. And I... I can't take that risk. I'm not strong enough." Even so, she ground her hips against him, the hood of her fully-engorged pussy making itself known near his base. "Oh Celestia, I want this big fucking cock inside me so bad," she moaned.

Golden clenched his teeth. He knew that what she was saying made sense - their lovemaking wasn't exactly quiet - but the thinking parts of his brain weren't in full force. It would be so easy to grab her wrists, hold her down, pin her just the way she loved to be pinned, and rut this sexy mare. To fuck her like she wanted to be fucked. To breed her as she screamed for more, and more, and more...

"But I can do this for you." She put a calming hand to his cheek. "And maybe it can be enough for both of us. Roll over."

It was hard to do so, in the confined space, only some shuffling keeping him from falling off the bed as he flipped onto his back. It was harder still for her to turn around, bumping and sliding against the cold stone wall. But it was worth it. His nostrils flared as Honey's ass lowered itself towards his face, and his pre-dripping prick stood painfully hard as her lips brushed against his tip. Honey Cake mumbled something lusty and inaudible and they both, on a mutually understood signal, opened their mouths wide.

Golden Tongue was a family name. It hadn't been meant ironically, and, once it had become clear that he was never going to master the art of speech, he'd been given several opportunities to change it. Some gut feeling had caused him to stick it out, and, after eventually meeting Honey Cake, he'd gained a newfound appreciation for it. Honey bragged to her confused friends about his oratory skills; she slyly referred to it as his third special talent. For, although he'd never gained the gift of the gab, it had soon become abundantly clear to them both that Golden Tongue was exceptionally skilled with his mouth.

"Ghmmmmf!" Honey belted out as he drew circles around her clit, her throat safely plugged by his second special talent. Golden had little idea of how he stacked up to other stallions below the belt, but Honey had wasted no time filling him in: He was packing a monster. One of her favourite games early in their relationship had been to hold up her forearm next to it to marvel at its length and girth, and even now, whether he was slamming into her ass, throat, or pussy, it was enough to test if not outright break her considerable limits. Cock worship was one of the foundations of their relationship, to the extent that Honey sometimes claimed she could orgasm from sucking his prick alone - not that Golden would ever let her go without help in that regard.

After a day apart from each other, both were out in full force. Honey Cake spat and drooled around the obscene girth stuffing her plump lips, letting out snorts for air and muffled whinnies of appreciation. In the pitch black Golden could visualize her easily, lips concave from sucking and her eyes rolled back in pleasure. But inevitably, he took control. One hand slid down her back to grip firmly at the round softness of her ass, while the other planted itself on the back of her head. She instantly relented to him. At first he guided her gently back and forth, enjoying the smooth suck-strokes along his pole - then without warning slammed her down and sliced his tongue across the entire length of her gushing cunt. A strangled noise reverberated along the walls; unable to scream, she squirmed against him while he ate her out with gusto, bringing her almost to the peak before relenting and drawing her up for breath.

They went like this for several rounds - rising and falling like tides, alternating between gentle caresses and cock-muffled ecstasy. At the start of the third time, he began running a fingertip around the ring of her asshole; by the end of the fifth, she was clenching hard around two fingers stuffed inside her up to the second knuckle. She was getting close, he knew from the way her legs were beginning to tremble. One more assault was all it would take.

So it was a surprise to him when Honey struggled against him, lifting her hindquarters away from his face. In confusion he let her go, and she swiftly popped off of his cock, lines of spit still connecting his tip to her lips. "No!" she gasped out, struggling for air. "No. No. We can't."

Mute disappointment filled the air. "I can't," she corrected. "Sweetie, you're too good at this. If you make me cum now, not even this-" She lovingly stroked his cockhead. "-is gonna be enough to keep me quiet." She sighed deeply. "Fuck. Fuck!"

He felt her looking back at him over her shoulder. "I refuse to leave you blue-balled. You've been trapped in here all day. You deserve better. So use my face, okay? Just..." Regret and despair filled her voice as she forced out the unnatural words. "Just don't touch anything back there. Tonight's about you."

There was a part of him, deep down, that wanted to refuse. They were a couple. A team. They should bear this burden together. Whatever part that was, though, was buried under a mountain of pent-up desire. All too eagerly both hands found their way back to Honey's mane, and she purred as he smeared his spit- and pre-covered cockhead across her face. Then in a single gulp she swallowed his length, tongue lapping for even more.

Her sweet-smelling pussy was tantalizingly close. But he couldn't focus on that. Now, all of Golden's attention was on using his wife's throat to give himself pleasure. She swallowed repeatedly, convulsing around him, while her lips glided up and down around his midsection, closer and closer to the base. Like the well-trained mare that she was, she stroked with both hands at the parts of his cock that her mouth didn't reach, only breaking away to heft his fat, cum-bloated nuts in her palm.

It wasn't enough. He lifted his hips and thrust up into her, replacing her gentle caresses with a solid facefucking. His hips clapped her muzzle, his rock-hard cock pulsing all the way down her bulging throat. All the while she sucked like a queen, totally dedicated to being a toy for his enjoyment, still where he held her but otherwise squirming with pleasure and desire. Her hot body rocked against his own. Heat blossomed around his crotch, building, building as he fucked her faster and faster, until the boundary of inevitability was crossed like the dropping of a stone, and-

A rare sound passed through his lips, a nearly-silent sighing croak of release. It was deceptively short. Unbridled relief flooded him as a seemingly never-ending river of cum flowed up and out of his cock, only to be greedily gulped down by Honey Cake. With practiced ease he slowly, slowly slid her up on his cock, wringing himself out further, and depositing the last few mouthfuls directly onto her tongue. She moaned in delight, suckling on his cockhead well past the last drop.

Spent, Golden Tongue flopped down onto the bed. He lovingly caressed Honey Cake, tracing her curves from her shoulders all the way down to her thighs. As his softening shaft popped out of her mouth, she let out a happy sigh of her own. "I love you," she whispered, and kissed his cock.

In answer, he drew a heart on the expanse of her ass and placed an ironically chaste kiss on her clit. This sparked a bemused "Oooh!" and an even sloppier kiss from her. For a time they simply lay there, lazily making out with each other's intimate parts.

Breaking apart was difficult, but necessary. Any longer and he would be hard again, and the desire to turn her around and make her cum would be overpowering. They stood together in the dark, fumblingly collecting Honey Cake's nightgown from beneath their hooves. "Every night," she promised him. "I won't let you go a single night without me. It's going to be okay."

With a final, farewell fondle, they parted. "I'll be back tomorrow," Honey Cake said. "For another midnight snack." Then she closed the door.

Golden Tongue stood there in the dark for a while. He only haltingly returned to bed. Fulfilled as his body felt, he was achingly aware that for the first time in a long, long time he'd ended the night with an unsatisfied wife. Maybe his own pleasure would be enough? It didn't feel right. But then, nothing about this situation felt right.

It was only then that he realized he'd forgotten to ask for extra paper.

Solitary Confinement

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."