An Inappropriate Inversion

by Some Leech

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Horror, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 5458

Hoping to get lucky, but harboring a dark secret, Bree is in for a night she won't soon forget...

Bree isn't quite what you'd call a normal mare; besides packing some additional heat, she has to deal with an ancient and somewhat difficult entity which occasionally takes over her body and mind - still, she tries to live a normal life. One fateful evening, after returning home with her date, things take a rather unfortunate turn...

Kinks Include: Male on Futa, Futa on Male, Oral, Rough Oral, Vaginal, Anal Size Difference, Creampies, Cumflation (Cum Inflation), Transformation, Domination, and a Liberal Sprinkling of Romance

Artwork by Discordthege

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Published 2021-03-24 20:50:04 UTC
Last updated 2021-03-24 20:50:04 UTC

A Different Kind of Threesome

Bree giggled to herself, playfully shoving Mind Gate away. They’d had a wonderful evening together, having gone out for a romantic meal and a movie, before ultimately winding up at her apartment. Smiling over at her guest, she couldn’t help but admire how positively adorable he was.

Just a hair shorter than herself, the little stallion was as cute as a button. His green and blue locks, contrasted against his cream colored coat, complimented his azure eyes wonderfully. As if his aesthetic wasn’t pleasing enough, he seemed absolutely smitten with her - a fact made all the more moving because he wasn’t put off by her somewhat unique anatomy in the slightest.

Besides being relatively tall, she’d been born with a bit of extra anatomy. Dickmares were a relatively rare sight and, unfortunately, it wasn’t uncommon for their equipment to spook stallions off - as such, finding such a charming and attractive young catch was all the more exceptional. She just hoped that her other little secret wouldn’t cause too many problems for them - that is, if things continued to go smoothly.

Nearly a year ago, while researching in the Canterlot library, she’d been inadvertently possessed some great, eldritch spirit. Though she’d never gotten any explanation of exactly what the being was or why it had decided to inhabit her person, it had become a colossal pain in the rear. The creature called itself Ulmora and, so far as she could tell, it enjoyed taking charge at random.

Not only was the mysterious entity prone to controlling her mind, but it also warped her body. Her form would nearly triple in size, morphing into a monstrous parody of her normal self, when Ulmora took over. Her coat and mane, a coral and cobalt-streaked rouge perspectively, would shift to a deep crimson, while her eyes shifted to a solid maroon; the terrifying transformation also altered her package, making her endowment even larger and more formidable than it already was.

Regardless of her otherworldly counterpart, she managed to get by alright most of the time. She held a job, had her hobbies, and pursued love just like anypony else, so she wasn’t too bothered by her unique bodily roommate. Smiling to herself, content to savor her company, she reached out and brushed a curly lock from Gate’s face.

“Thanks for the night out,” she murmured, meeting his brilliant eyes, “it really did make my week.”

“Make your week?” he parroted, cocking his head to the side. “How could it make your week, if the night isn’t over yet?” he continued, casually shifting closer towards her. Resting a forehoof on her upper leg, tenderly caressing her supple flesh, he smugly grinned and waggled his eyebrows.

Bree giggled lightly, grinding her thighs together over her hardening length. Truth be told, it had been ages since she’d gotten any sort of action, so she wouldn’t be opposed if her guest wanted to take things to the next level. Removing the fuschia rimmed spectacles from her face, she leaned over and set her glasses on the coffee table. If he wanted to get a bit frisky, she’d be more than happy to return the favor.

“If the night isn’t over yet,” she purred, softly caressing his shoulder, “what else did you have in mind for…” She trailed off, as his hoof came to rest on her hip.

Her heart skipped a beat, blood rushed to her loins, and her marehood winked beneath her. She’d had no way of knowing he’d be that into her, yet she was hardly about to complain. Leaning in and closing her eyes, she pursed her lips. A kiss would definitely be a welcome gesture on his part, even if things didn’t end up getting too raunchy.

Blind to the world, she felt his warm, pillowy lips met her own. Breathing heavily, as he pushed back against her, a shiver shot up her spine. Yeah, this guy was certainly seemed eager enough, considering it’d only taken him a split second to give her a smooch. Guided by feel alone, she drew her hoof down his chest, over his abdomen, and towards his groin.

“Somepony’s feeling a bit playful,” he snickered, reluctantly pulling away.

Straightening up, only then becoming aware of what she was subconsciously reaching for, Bree’s cheeks darkened. “W...well, I mean, you can’t fault a mare for trying - after all, you are quite the charmer.”

“Says the mare who lured me back to her place,” he quipped, shooting forward and pecking her cheek. “But you know,” he whispered, as his hoof drifted behind her waist, “I wouldn’t be one to deny a gorgeous little thing like you…” His statement was punctuated by a small squeeze of her backside, causing her to giggle like a school filly.

Patting his thigh, her hoof crept towards his nethers. “Well I’m happy to hear that,” she cooed, stopping just shy of his groin.

She knew she could get away with copping a feel, especially after he’d brazenly groped her tush, but she couldn’t help herself from being a bit cheeky. Withdrawing her forehoof, without saying a word, she hopped from her perch. If he was half as into her as she thought, she felt certain that a small test would really get his motor running. Crossing to her recliner, sat opposite of the couch, she placed her forelegs on the cushion and faced away from him.

The display would have been provocative enough, but she hadn’t even gotten started - not by a long shot. Slowly flagging her tail and flipping it to the side, she braced her hind legs. As tempting as it was to peek back at him, she forced herself not to look. It wasn’t every day that she got to put on such a shameless display, yet wasn’t bold enough to look him in the eye - at least, not yet.

Invitingly wiggling her rump from side to side, causing her stallionhood to sway beneath her, she put the icing on the cake. She had no doubt that her guest was given a magnificent view of her goods, from her dangling tool to her sopping wet marehood, but that was part of the fun. Sure enough, after a scant few seconds passed, she heard him unseat himself and steadily draw nearer - jackpot.

Fully expecting Gate to trot up and mount her, she would never have guessed he’d take a much more courteous approach. Something hot and wet glided over her package and to her juicy entrance, causing her to tremble in delight. Dipping her head and peering down her chest, seeing him standing just behind her, she nearly swooned.

“Quite the little gentlecolt,” she tittered. Spotting his rapidly growing length, she gnawed her lip.

While she hadn’t tried to peek at his endowment, while they’d been out, it had been next to impossible. Nestled above his exceptionally weighty looking balls rested the dark folds of his sheath. It wasn’t until that moment, when his lust had fully taken hold of him, that she got to see just how hung he was.

His stallionhood, in a word, looked delicious. Covered in dark flesh, from it’s blunted tip to it’s root-like base, his cock appeared to be slightly larger than her own. Stunning tool aside, his hefty nuts were what really got her mind turning. Given their size and apparent weight, she was left to assume he was an extraordinarily productive stallion. Licking her chops, wondering just how much foal-batter he had stored away, she noticed him lower his head.

“Hope you don’t mind if I help myself to an appetizer,” he murmured, shooting her a wink.

Opening her mouth to reply, a sudden idea struck her. Lowering and rocking her hips back, she smeared his face with her feminine juices. “By all means, help yourself,” she snickered, draping her balls over the edge of his snout.

Even if she hadn’t said anything, she had little doubt that Gate would have indulged her. Shuffling back, he pressed his muzzle to her loins and dug in. Resting her head on her forehooves, content to let him dine on her, she released a deep, satisfied sigh. She couldn’t remember the last time somepony had eaten her out, so she was not about to rush things.

Merrily lapping at her sex, occasionally probing his tongue into her velvety interior, his oral skills were divine. Every so often, possibly to keep her on the tips of her hooves, he’d shift tactics; his lapping would pause, if only for the briefest moment, before he would suckle and fixate on her clit. She could feel her marehood drooling in anticipation, pining to embrace his length, but that wasn’t the only part of her that he was interested in.

She gasped, as the warm frog of his forehoof reached up to caress her turgid shaft. Though she wouldn’t have asked him to give her dangly bits any attention, the fact that he’d been considerate enough to tend to all of her carnal needs warmed the depths of her heart. Allowing him to stroke her off, while he ate her out, her passion soared.

On and on he went, pleasuring her like few ever had. Pre-cum oozed from her rigid cock, coating his hoof, while his muzzle was absolutely drenched by her nectar. Ordinarily speaking, had this been anypony else, she wouldn’t have minded being finished off with his mouth and touch alone, yet things had reached a tipping point.

If she didn’t speak up, there was a very real chance that she could and more than likely would climax by his hoof and mouth alone - as such, she decided to act. Getting off to a hoofjob wouldn’t normally be a bad thing at all, though she would much rather meet her rapturous end while doing something a bit more intense. Clearing her throat, she spurred him to pause.

Retracting his head, Gate listed to the side and gazed up at her. “Is e...everything alright,” he sputtered, absentmindedly wiping his chin.

“W...well,” she falteringly began, rubbing the back of her neck, “I just figured, you know, you might want to…”

She’d never been the best at seizing the initiative with bedroom matters, and she’d really rather not beg him to mount her, although there were other ways she could clue him in. Bracing her hind legs, she arched her back and raised her waist. If seeing a mare present themselves in such an unbecoming manner didn’t give him a hint, she couldn’t think of what would.

His muzzle split in the biggest, broadest grin she’d ever seen, before he ran one hoof up her hind leg. “I was kinda hoping you’d say something like that - didn’t feel right to just hop on without your blessing.”

“W...well don’t leave a mare waiting,” she stammered, stricken by just how courteous he was.

Not only had he been immeasurably polite while on their date, but his courtesy had even extended to more erotic affairs. Her pulse quickened, as he reared back and locked his forehooves over her hips. With his weight upon her, she could bear it no longer; swinging her ass back, her entrance kissed the tip of his length.

Broadening his stance, Gate tightened his grip and drove his hips forward. In one long, smooth, heavenly motion, his stallionhood plunged into her depths. She couldn’t speak for the more ordinary mares in the world, but she was left to presume that the addition of a prostate made getting fucked a much more intense experience. A gout of pre-cum seeped from her dick, as his girthy medial ring came to rest on the delicate little bulb in her backside.

“Ready?” he whispered from above.

Nodding a bit too enthusiastically, she twisted her head to glance up at his face. “Uh-huh!”

And just like that, the stallion began to move. Bree’s body acted on instinct, clamping down around his slowly retracting shaft, before she was jolted forward by his first true thrust. A shuddering breath escaped her, as the battering-ram like head of his cock slammed against her womb. The captivating and gallant unicorn hadn’t even hilted, yet he’d bottomed out within her. As amazing as it felt, she wanted - no, needed to feel everything he had to offer.

Steeling herself, casting her inhibitions to the wind, she bucked back against him. He grunted softly and adjusted his stance, apparently pleased with her zeal, before he truly started to plow her. Though it took her a moment acclimate to the glorious sensation of being plowed, Bree swiftly put herself to task. Synchronizing her motions to his, pushing back to meet his thrusts, she moved in harmony with him.

“Oh buck,” Gate huffed, “you feel amazing.”

Lifting her head and peering back at him, Bree suddenly found it difficult to speak. Good looking, well hung, and a flatterer? Sweet Celestia - she’d really knocked it out of the park with him. Seeing his face, blissfully smiling while he rutted her, was just too perfect. Flexing her pelvic muscles, milking him on the backstrokes, she made sure to give as good as she got.

Her knees quaked, her breathing grew heavy, and a sublime warmth radiated through her, as she inched closer and closer to release. It was an amazing experience, yet she couldn’t help but think it could be slightly better. There was something she’d love more than little else, even if it put their canoodling to a brief pause. Gathering what little willpower she had left, lest she give in and let him plow her to finish, she took a breath.

“C...can we change positions?” she meekly asked, causing him to slow.

Grinding to a halt, with a wounded look in his eye, Gate held her gaze. “I...is everything alright?”

Before she could reply, he dismounted. The sensation of his stallionhood slipping from her depths was a travesty, leaving her slavering marehood angrily winking at nothing - still, it was a small price to pay for what was to come. Stepping forward, she awkwardly climbed onto the recliner and seated herself. Doing it in a chair wasn’t exactly a conventional choice, but she had something special in mind.

Lifting and spreading her hind legs, giving him open access to her goods, she hungrily eyed him. His confused expression and throbbing cock juxtaposed one another, causing her smile to broaden. She typically wasn’t one to put on such a salacious show, but she couldn’t resist; extending her forelegs, she gingerly pawed at and spread her sex.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” she sighed, meeting his eye.

The split second she finished speaking, he was upon her. Like a horny colt on prom night, Gate trotted forward, got to his hind legs, and slammed his forehooves onto the chair’s arm rests. His first thrust went wide, glancing off her inner thigh to grind over her snatch. Quickly withdrawing for a second attempt, he aligned himself, took a step, and sheathed his length.

Bree’s eyelids fluttered, once again stuffed by his heavenly girth. Though she’d gone for less than a minute without him inside of her, his absence had been dearly missed. Freeing her forehooves, she reached up and hugged his neck. Her impulsive plan had worked flawlessly, allowing her to get her true prize. Pulling him in, as her fetlocks locked over his hips, she closed her eyes and hotly kissed him.

Gate was quick to repay the favor. His tongue pressed past her lips and into her mouth, while his pistoning hips rhythmically drove her into the recliner. Simply having sex with him would have been enough for any mare, but it still would have been wasteful. Smelling him, tasting him, and hearing him moaning into her elevated the intensity a thousand fold; he was a feast for the senses, so she was not going to squander the chance to savor him - all of him.

Their soft groans and a drumbeat Plap Plap Plap filled the air, as the pair moved faster and faster. More than seeking to pleasure themselves, they sought to please one another - at least, that’s how Bree considered it. As the minutes dragged on, stretching into a small infinity, things gradually shifted. Their breathing grew ragged and their motions almost frenzied, almost desperate.

“I...I’m close,” Gate croaked, breaking the kiss.

Gazing up at him, Bree nearly came on the spot. His eyes were clamped shut, his jaw was set, and he seemed hellbent to prolong their time together for as long as he could. She could feel him beginning to flare within her depths, effectively locking his stallionhood within her; she knew his time had come. Bringing her muzzle up the side of his head, she breathed hotly in his ear.

“Breed me…”

And just like that, he gave her what she wanted. His hips went rigid, burying every inch of his shaft into her velvety canal, while his length throbbed madly. In the blink of an eye, a divine heat crashed against her inner gate. Her heart stopped and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, as she went sailing into the chaotic sea of ecstasy.

There were few things more intense than an orgasm, but this particular orgasm was singular. Bolts of pure rapture coursed through her frame, from the base of her hooves to the tips of her ears, robbing her of control of her body. Her marehood spasmed and quaked, drenching Gate’s nuts with her feminine essence, while her cock gushed seed over her chest and teats.

The intensity of her climax was magnified several times over, as shot after shot of Gate’s load was pumped into her. The warmth of his seed permeated her, claiming her depths and flooding her like none other ever had, and it showed no signs of stopping. Though she thought his orgasm felt endless, she had no earthly idea of just how productive the stallion truly was.

Slowly distending outward, expanding with her filling womb until it angled her dick upwards, her belly ballooned. Between having her marehood thoroughly serviced and her prostate beaten into submission, her body was virtually forced to expend itself. Coating her torso, with a few strands of spunk even reaching her neck and chin, every ounce of her seed was spent by the cataclysmic orgasm.

The indignity of cumming on herself would have been mortifying, had her sanity not been pushed to the brink by the experience. It almost felt like she was blacking out, like mind was slipping, yet that wasn’t the case. In the instant it took her to realize what was happening, with her higher functions clouded by passion, it was too late - Ulmora struck.

Her mind, her body, her very soul grew twisted, as the fel creature exerted control over her. Even in her moments of pure clarity and strong will, resisting it would have been nearly impossible; as things were, weakened by the nirvana of making love, she never stood a chance. Her eyes flew open, as she lost herself.

Every bone in her body creaked and groaned, exploding in preternatural growth. Her once soft coat was replaced by a thick, durable hide, long and wicked fangs burst into her maw, and her once genteel stallionhood swelled into a perverse giant of its former self. Like a nightmare bursting from her flesh, her otherworldly guest emerged.

Twin horns sprouted above her brow, curling and sweeping back over her expanding skull, as the transformation grew to a close. Her head rolled back, pulling her long, serpent-like tongue from her guest’s mouth. She would have been humiliated and anxious beyond reasoning, had she still been Bree, but Bree was gone.

Her consciousness shifted, with an entirely different being taking control of the wholly altered body. She had little doubt that Bree was still there, though she now had total and complete control. With the transition complete, as her senses went alight in the wondrous afterglow of the unicorn’s ebbing reverie, her gargantuan heart thumped within her bosom.

“Wha...what is?” Gate breathlessly panted, hopping off and backing away.

His pitiable cry caught Ulmora’s ear, causing the beast to stir. Stretching her limbs and rolling off the side of the chair, she stood. “Looks like someone got lucky tonight…” she chuckled, her cat-like eyes training on the comparably diminutive stallion. As he glanced to the door, doubtlessly considering making a run for it, her lips curled over her cruel, gleaming teeth. “Don’t try it…”

Visibly trembling, Gate peered up at his then monstrous host. “W...what are you?”

“I presume Bree neglected to mention me,” she sighed, taking one titanic step towards her guest. “I am Ulmora,” she continued, genially dipping her head, “it’s a pleasure too…”

Her pupils shrank to razor slits, as she spied just how hard he was. Even on the exceedingly rare occasions when stallions didn’t pass out from fear or run away screaming, none had ever had an erection before. Though she’d just awoken, wrenching control of Bree’s body and mind, the sight of such a virile creature sent blood rushing to her loins.

“I presume you two were…?” she let the question hang, rising to her full height and peaking a brow.

She knew full well exactly what the pair had been up to, but taunting Bree’s pint-sized paramour was simply too good to pass up. She’d been there the entire time, lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportune moment to strike. When the unicorn had peaked, overwhelmed by carnal pleasure, she seized control.

Given her current size, easily triple the mass and double the height of her little suitor, her groin rested nearly at the stallion’s eye level. Towering over him, wondering how difficult it would be to convince him for another round of action, she noticed something rather interesting. Her dreadful visage didn’t hold his attention, nor did her lightly swaying tail - no, he seemed to be keenly fixated on the behemoth swaying from her groin.

“Impressive, isn’t it,” she mused, shaking him from his horrified reverie. “Perhaps you should introduce yourself…”

“I...I’m…” the unicorn stammered, swallowing hard, “I’m Mind Gate.”

“Not to me,” Ulmora purred, stepping over his head and bringing her package to his face, “but to her,” she ominously clucked, flexing her colossal member and causing it to slap against her belly.

All but bludgeoning him with her package, she contentedly snickered to herself. Subjugating somepony through traditional means was all well and good, but outclassing them in a slatternly fashion was much, much more entertaining. As amusing as the situation was, gently bucking her massive tool against his face, the real test had only just begun; if he didn’t lose his cool and bolt, she may just be able to have some fun with him.

“Well don’t just stand there,” she grumbled, twisting to the side and peering under herself, “how about you give her a little kiss.”

Though Bree knew next to nothing about her, she’d been getting to know Bree for quite some time. Most of the time, when she was inactive, she would observe the mare’s day to day life and learn of her character. She was fully aware of who Mind Gate was and exactly what the two had been doing, which is precisely why she’d decided to come out to play - after all, if the stallion was going to be dating one of them, he’d have no choice but to date both of them.

The sensation of his face against her tool subsided, as Gate backed away from her. Honestly, it was kind of cute, thinking he could actually get away, and it stoked the predatory and amorous flames burning within her. It had been eons since she’d been afforded the chance to play with a stallion, and she was not about to let the prospect of some perverse fun slip through her hooves. Taking a massive stride towards the couch, driving him back, her muzzle split in a wolfish grin.

“No need to feel so shy -” she hummed, steering him in the direction of the sofa, “after all, you weren’t nearly so coy with Bree…”

As she stepped up, placing her forehooves onto the back of the couch, she knew she had him. Back up against the piece of furniture, with nowhere else to run, the stallion had little choice but to face her profound package - still, she needed to make sure he was right where she wanted him. Lowering her head and peering down her chest, seeing him staring down her length, she lightly bucked her hips.

Though the move was small and relatively tame, her guest would surely have said otherwise. The drooling, battering ram-like head of her cock pressed against his muzzle, ultimately sliding over one cheek and smearing his face with her pre-cum. She could have easily overpowered him, forcing him to do as she liked, though she hoped his courtesy would extend beyond Bree’s comparatively frail and well-mannered form.

Her eyes widened in surprise, as his mouth slowly hung open. Be it from fear, shock, arousal, or some combination of the three, it actually appeared as though Gate was willing to indulge her. Since there was definitely a chance that he was obliging her out of sheer terror, possibly fearing for his life, a small test may be in order. Withdrawing ever so slightly, bringing the head of her cock just before his nose, she fell still.

“Serve me…”

She truthfully wasn’t sure if Gate would actually acquiesce, though she quickly discovered that he was far more willing to accept her than she’d initially presumed. Leaning forward, pressing his muzzle to her tool, he slowly began making out with her cock; it was an inspirational sight, fanning the inferno of her ever-growing lust. Steadying herself on the sofa, she thrust her hips.

Her stallionhood forced its way into his snout, stretching his lips and driving his head into the couch cushion, but she was far from finished with him. As she spied the look of panic he bore, while he wriggled beneath her, she swung her tail around and sweetly caressed his face. She had no intention of breaking him - at least, not yet.

“Deep breath,” she growled.

No sooner had he drawn a lungful of air than she bucked into his face. Her monstrous cock would not be denied, hammering to the back of his throat and forcing its way into his esophagus. A muted gag escaped the stallion, as her mighty stallionhood stretched his airway. It wasn’t until her medial ring pressed against his lips did she slow.

Literally skewered on her length, Gate peered up to her face. As cute as he was, especially with a limb-sized dick in his muzzle, she almost felt bad for what she was about to do. Knitting her brow, inspired not to be too rough with him, she shook her head and retracted her hips.

“Breath when you can…” Ulmora affectionately snarled. She truly hoped he’d heed her words - if he didn’t, he may well pass out on her.

Hauling most of her shaft from his maw, allowing him to inhale sharply through his nose, she thrust a second time, then a third and a fourth, until she was gently humping away - that was, as gently as she could hump. Purring deeply, relishing the snug confines of his gullet, she watched her length rhythmically disappear into his snout.

Seeing his throat bulge with her thrusts was almost as enchanting as the sensations his maw afforded - almost. His gags and whimpers were a symphony, perfectly complimenting the show he’d found himself reluctantly participating in. She’d been away for far, far too long, having left Bree to her own devices for weeks, so waking up to some action was the perfect welcome from her absence.

To her amazement, Gate didn’t just acclimate to having his throat swabbed - he seemed to revel in it. Reaching out, he gently fondled her pendulous, melon sized nuts. A dream-like, almost contented expression settled on him, while his lips mopped saliva and pre-cum from her pistoning cock. As her eyes played over him, ultimately drawn to his groin, she noticed he’d even gotten an erection from the abuse.

The sight drove her positively wild. To think the little pony was actually enjoying her sadistic ministrations was unbelievable, yet it spurred her to plow his adorable little face even harder than ever. Her pace quickened, her gargantuan balls snuggled up to her groin, and her lip curled in disdain, as the millennia of sexual inactivity caught up with her.

Discarding her reluctance, compelled by the biological need to sew her seed, she shuffled closer to the stallion. Savagely bucking her hips, forcing her medial ring past Gate’s lips, her musky sheath ground against his nose. While she would have been content to have her way with him, climax, then leave, serendipity intervened.

A flurry of motion at his groin caught her eye. Gate wasn’t just doing a fantastic job as her cock sleeve, but he was getting off to it as well. Exerting her power, magically pulling his hoof away from his tool, she sorcerously stroked his length. If he was going to cum, he was going to cum on her terms.

Though she was more than willing to assist him, she made sure that the raw intensity of her face-fucking would be what sent him over the edge. Gingerly caressing his stallionhood, like a feathered tough, she simply teased his throbbing shaft. It was deliciously naughty - not just because of the sensual cruelty, but because she had no doubt that he would cum while choking on her mammoth cock.

Sadly, teetering on the brink herself, Ulmora’s end came all too swiftly. Sheathing herself within his muzzle, with the tip of her length likely tickling his stomach, she unleashed a torrent of spunk into him. In the blink of an eye, his abdomen started to distend and angrily gurgle, struggling to contain the liters of jizz coursing into him. His eyes shakily rolled into his skull and his limbs grew slack, as he spontaneously came a second time.

Though some part of Ulmora was tempted to stay hilted, ensuring every drop of her essence was deposited within him, she had something better in mind. As Gate’s consciousness faded, with his eyelids fluttering open and closed, she stepped back and flexed her hips. Her pulsing length withdrew from his gullet, popping free from his mouth, before hosing him down with her foal-batter.

Glazing him with her seed served a dual purpose; not only would it mat his fur and be a major trial to clean, but he’d likely be smelling her for days on end. Her muzzle twisted in a rictus grin, while she watched him feebly cough her thick load from his airway. Weakly looking up at her, meeting her baleful gaze, he smiled weakly.

“That was amazing,” he croaked.

Ulmora took a faltering step back, hearing the outrageous words. In all the countless eons she’d existed, never had there been a pony - let alone a stallion - to make an assertion so absurd. Squinting down at him, scanning his face for any sign of deception, she lowered her head. Whoever this Mind Gate was, he was either exceptionally brave, astoundingly depraved, or possibly both.

Uneasily getting to his hooves, peeking down at his cum-swollen gut, Gate steadied himself on the sofa. “You - uh - want to take a shower?”

For the first time in centuries, possibly ever, Ulmora’s jaw hung open in abject shock. To think that he didn’t just like being bedded by her, but that he’d want to spend more time in her company? Preposterous! Growling, baring her fangs, she brought her face to a scant inch before his.

“Why would you-” she was cut off, as he nonchalantly stood on the tips of his hooves and kissed her nose.

“I’ll go and get the water going,” he announced, casually turning away from her. Trotting towards the restroom, leaving a trail of cooling spunk in his wake, he winked back at her. “Feel free to join me!”

Blood surged into Ulmora’s cheeks, it felt as though her heart was on the cusp of bursting, and she could swear her legs were about to collapse. While she’d never admit it to anypony, in this world or the next, she’d just been flirted with by the smoothest little bastard she’d ever met. Cursing to herself, simultaneously incensed and smitten, she plodded along after him. She swore, if Bree kept him around, she’d be paying him additional visits in the future...