Author's Note

I wrote this a while ago, so I thought I might clean it up a bit and publish it

[25] The Job

Warning: Contains watersports

Jerry stood around the middle of a small encampment next to a large fire, close enough to be warm and comfortable without feeling like he was burning, listening to it crackle as he held a book in front of him in his white magic, his white eyes reading it attentively.

His ivory chest was on the ground with his forehooves scrunched up and carefully tied with rope underneath him, and his rear was as high in the air as it could be, his hindlegs slightly spread and held in place by padded cuffs connected by a stainless steel bar with his ivory tail cut extremely short, presenting his jet black tailhole and golf ball sized testes, along with a soft four inch thick cock hanging in the air, all recently cleaned and waiting.

He flipped the page, beginning a new chapter, before he heard the soft thump of two hooves landing on either side of his chest, along with something brushing against his ponut. His magic lifted a quill and a half-filled parchment in front of his book, the tip of the quill poised over the next empty line. He quickly glanced to his left, reading the pocket watch before filling out the date in a short box on the left, which had an empty short box beside it and the current time in a short box on the right, which also had a short empty box to its right for the final time.

"Name and rank?" He asked. The stallion popped his tip in with an exhale.

"Lieutenant Heavy Hoof," the gruff royal guard replied, slowly sliding his cock into Jerry's tailhole before stopping at his medial ring, then popped it in along with the rest of his dick with a light thrust and a content grunt, his crotch lightly slapping against Jerry's plump mare-like asscheeks as Jerry’s hole was stretched, almost filling him completely, then let out a relieved sigh as a warm liquid began steadily filling his anus.

“Age?” Jerry asked. The quill marked down his name in a box taking up the space between the pairs of boxes on the sides.

“Forty-seven,” Heavy answered. Jerry marked it down in the empty box beside the date before returning the parchment and will to their original positions, the magic dissipating from around them.

Unfortunately, Jerry’s ass was quickly filled, and it began leaking from around the imperfect seal of Heavy’s cock. Despite this, Heavy didn't move, and most of it leaked from around his dick, creating a sizable puddle in the grass beneath their connected crotches by the time he was empty. After a few seconds, he slowly began pulling out, all the way to the tip, then slammed it back in completely, hilting inside him with a grunt.

"Celestia, you're so tight," he moaned, bringing it back out to the tip and driving it back in with a slap, starting a slow and hard rhythm.

Jerry let his ears and eyelids droop, basking in the pleasure of the warm log going in and out of his butt with closed eyes and a smile, laying down his book and resting his chin on top of it. With expertise born from years of experience, he clenched just enough to squeeze pleasurably without restricting him as he pulled out and loosened as he went in, attempting to prolong both their pleasure. Under him, Jerry's own cock hardened, quickly reaching its full length of fifteen inches, slapping his belly and dripping with precum. Jerry yelped as the Lieutenant suddenly brushed his g-spot, sending a massive wave of pleasure through his body.

"You like that?" Heavy Hoof growled, slamming back in and drawing another yelp out of the white stallion.

"Oh Luna, y-yes!" Jerry loudly confirmed, his left hindleg twitching at each blast of bliss emanating from his g-spot.

"You're too good!" The Lieutenant exclaimed, accelerating faster and faster until his dick was a blur coming in and out of his ass, grunting with each thrust, and soon bottomed out with a guttural moan as he stopped moving, his testes pulsing and cock throbbing as he unleashed his load into the mare-like stallion, who came in tandem, his thick ropes of cum striking the grass as his ass was filled way past maximum capacity, increasing the volume and size of his belly by a solid thirty percent.

"Celestia, I needed that," Heavy Hoof told him softly, pulling his softening horsecock out with a pop and stepping back. Two bits were tossed onto the grass beside Jerry’s head into a small wooden strongbox that was half full as the Lieutenant trotted away, his first payment of the day.

"Thank you, come again!" Jerry called after the retreating pony, marking down the final time on the parchment, and noting that they went for almost half an hour.

"H-Hello?" A timid voice asked moments later from behind him. "Are you the uh... stress relief?"

"The one and only!" Jerry chirped, not looking back.

"W-What are your prices?" they asked.

"Two bits to creampie my ass, three bits to fill my muzzle," Jerry informed the stallion.

"Also, um, I heard t-that you can become a mare?" The newcomer asked shyly.

"Now that costs one hundred bits," Jerry explained with a chuckle. "And an extra monthly payment of a hundred bits per foal if you wanna put a bun in my oven." Moments later, Jerry flinched as a large cloth bag of bits loudly landed in his strongbox.

"That's uh, about two hundred b-bits," the stallion told Jerry. "J-Just enough to um, i-impregnate you." Jerry stared incredulously at the bag.

"You sure, kiddo?" Jerry asked.

"I've never been too sure about many of my decisions..." He paused for a moment, gently nuzzling Jerry's flank. "But this is one I believe in."

"Then step back a bit," Jerry told him as his horn began glowing. He charged it for nearly a minute, before his body was enveloped in his magic. He winced at the momentary pain, his entire package disappearing and being replaced with a pair of average perky teats and a tight snatch, along with wider foal bearing hips and more feminine facial features and a rounded muzzle.

"N-Now hurry up and pump a foal into me!" Jerry said in a distinctly southern feminine voice, swaying her rump invitingly. Soon, his blunt tip brushed her virgin folds as a hoof gently but firmly came down onto her head, holding her down. With a grunt, his tip pushed against her, but was way too big to enter her painlessly, but with surprising strength and a grunt of exertion, his flare suddenly spread her folds and entered her, making her clench her teeth in pain as his fat log stretched her rarely vagina, effortlessly sliding in and bumping the entrance to her womb, making them both moan in pleasure. Quickly, he developed a steady rutting speed, pulling out to his medial ring and slamming back in with a loud slap, his large orbs swinging under him and impacting her clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her new body as new g-spots were discovered for the first time.

"Oh C-Celestia, y-y-you're so bucking t-tight!" He yelled, ravaging her pussy with reckless abandon. He gave a powerful thrust before speeding up, barely pulling out before driving it back in.

"You're... Y-You're gonna... Oh Celestia!" He shouted, pulling out to his tip and slamming back in a few times before hilting inside her, pushing past her cervix and flaring in her new womb, locking it in as semen gushed from his cock, filling her to the brim within seconds, but his pulsing balls kept going, making his throbbing wiener fill her to almost two hundred percent capacity, making her belly just barely brush against the tips of the blades of grass.

"O-O-Oh m-m-m-my..." Jerry stuttered, her left hindleg twitching violently as she rode out her third mind melting orgasm since he came. "D-D-Did y-you use m-my patented i-increased output and p-potency p-p-potions f-for stallions with the i-intent to b-b-breed?"

"T-Three of them," He answered in between breaths.

"Y-You r-r-really must w-want a f-foal then!" She exclaimed.

"You h-have no idea," He mumbled to himself. Jerry tried to light his horn, but winced as it fizzled.

"W-Would you mind h-helping an old mare out of t-these cuffs?" She asked, motioning to the key beside the strongbox with her head.

"N-No problem," the stallion replied. She watched a black colored bat wing reach down and grab the key before bringing it back. She listened as the key was inserted into the lock on the spreader bar, then sighed as it was unlocked and brought away, allowing her to spread her legs much more into a comfortable position with a belly this big.

"R-Ropes too, p-please?" She requested. In response, the same wing curled down to her bound hooves and easily cut it with a flick, allowing the rope to fall limp. She grabbed the rope with her magic and tossed it aside as she repositioned her hooves and raised her chest up and off the ground with a huff, before immediately stumbling as a wave of dizziness hit her.

"Woah there!" He exclaimed, darting beside her and holding her up with his body, lovingly wrapping a wing around her shoulders. She looked up at his face, and her eyes widened.

The handsome sapphire blue eyes on his beautifully structured face looked into hers with concern as his ears were perked towards her, and his dark grey mane was combed back.

"Luna, you're handsome," she swooned with a dumb smile, and giggled as his face flushed lightly.

"L-Let's get back to my tent, yeah?" He said with a nervous smile.

"To fuck some more?" She bluntly guessed. He glanced down to her belly before answering.

"Doesn't look like you can hold much more," he noted.

"Yeah, I'm tired anyway," she told him, whisking away all of her items to her home in Canterlot as she let out a big yawn. "Let's get some shut-eye."