Author's Note

Shoutouts to shadowolf.

Princes and Princesses.

Chapter 9.
Princes and Princesses.

Umbra, feeling drained and heavy from confusion and dread after speaking with the highest authority in the land, retreated to her pristine grotto just a yard and a half down the hall. Sagging with the drudgery of miserable reality, she hardly fit the puffy and curly nature of her mane as it burst from her sweater and rolled over her shoulders. Tying it back was simply out of the question here, for she had long known the winds of this place would simply twirl and whip her mane about however it wished. That blizzard wind always brought her back to younger days of ambition and drive, when night and day were but the changing colors of an eternally winding tapestry in her life that never sought a moment of pause. Energy unmatched yet by the sun and the moon eternally glimmering high above the clouds.

Now, going on two-thousand and forty-two years, she finally felt the fatigue of it all. Just a moment’s rest, a respite from it all now that the dust was settled. She sighed as the door creaked open to a new life, a new set of challenges and wonders to behold. All of it held in a wavering state of being and not being, for it was all on the family to decide the fate of Equestria. Regardless of what she did, Umbra had once again made history in the Crystal Empire to the tune of a tearful chorus.

She had to admit some excitement at the prospect, however. Certainly there was a twisted joy in potentially birthing a destroyer that would surpass her. A brute of such inconceivable might and guile that the world itself would sooner crack open and fall to ruins rather than oppose his will. That and perhaps the promise of freakish, night-long poundings that would see her and the top mare quivering like spanked jello under the moonlight. The door opened to reveal both these possibilities, greatly adding fuel to Umbra’s waning reserve.

Lingering in the frame for a moment she spied you and your mare already starting the sacred rhythm of courtship. A song detailed and complex and marked by weaving patterns of affection without a scholarly composure. Derpy lay astride your bulk and buried her muzzle into your face, peppering it with a rainfall of kisses and smacks and nuzzles that would make the sugary confections of Pinkie Pie look like bitter ash in comparison. Her hooves braced about your throat and hooked onto your shoulders, both her wings extended and upright like a tree of lurid satisfaction. Her tail swished side to side with a windshield wiper’s staccato beat, tossing golden strands of silky hair to and fro over her plump and ready marehood.

The dark mare sealed the door with a click muffled by her stealthy desire to watch such a delicious scene unfold naturally. Her eyes danced from one tremendous demonstration to the next and ate up all the fine details of it. Derpy could hardly stay still when braced to your front and indulging her adoration. Firm and smoothed human skin scrubbed into her fur as she writhed and wiggled and shivered against you, burning her scent back into the familiar planes of scared and sun-tanned skin. Her legs squeezed about your hips on and off and on and off in spastic little flexes, ones that somewhat timed with her puffy and winking lips. Whimpers and squeaks broke out whenever she felt particularly pleased by a kissy noise or a nibble at her neck, giggles and moans thrown in so that no loving mind could deny her beauty. Umbra hung onto every noise she made, itching to taste the divine cocktail of a mother in need once again.

Your masculine talents were deeply adored as well. There was very little in Equestria that could quite match the dexterity, gentleness and firm grip of a human male’s hands. Possessive little grippers bereft of weaponry- like those of a dragon- that would grip so securely- unlike the bone shattering snare of a griffon- that instantly soothed any member of mare kind into a more receptive state- unlike the rancid and dirty pads of a diamond dog. Umbra had known all these sensations and triumphed yours over anything somewhat similar. The way your fingers sailed through fur and dug rounded nails into equine flesh was so sublime that poetry could be composed about it. Just watching you knead and smush and squeeze and comb over Derpy’s hips made Umbra beg for an easel and her pallet to be at hand so she could capture such a precious and unique moment.

Calloused and hardened fingers creased by age and use made fatty buttocks and rounded love-handles jiggle again and again. The simple pleasure of watching gravity affect your wife nursed an erection that strained your soaking boxers, nothing but the frailest button holding the forward slit closed and preventing Derpy from sinking your spire inside herself. Ferocious manhood pressed and pumped your stiff tent against her at times, an innocent mistake when the lower mind was calling the shots rather than anything more civilized. She would squeal and giggle whenever you lost control over the magnificent musculature below the belt, but she clearly demanded no forgiveness for such a transgression. If anything, Umbra nearly bit through her lip watching as the sweet and innocent housewife pressed back and parted her engorged marehood about your head and squeezed greedily.

“Mmmmmh~~~ Bubby, Bubby, Bubby~...” She groaned in tranquility and accepted another kiss from you, the blush formed on both your cheeks molten enough to morph metal into flowing tears.

“Rrrrng~... I can’t wait to hold you down and rut that gorgeous backside, Derpy.” Huffing and heavy groans shared between you two skittered off like sparks in a tinderbox. Eager fire bloomed in your chests as Derpy’s smile melted into a gasping “O” of female excitement, her simpering and oozing hole desperate to have you intrude once again.

“Ooooh goodness, mmph~! Please, please, please~~~ Put babies in us, Bubby! I want your babies- I want your foals! I want you to make me pregnant again, Anon!” Derpy’s wild words slurred into one another as you thrust against her again and punched at her sopping wet opening. Umbra’s mind did backflips upon hearing such an insanely dirty demand, though the retort was perhaps more devastating.

“I’m gonna breed you until you can’t walk, Mushy. Then I’m gonna make you watch me wreck Umbra even worse.” She shuddered and oozed another healthy splatter onto your boxes, soaking them so thoroughly they were glued to your shaft and traced the veins throttling hot blood through your system.

“I wanna watch you make her pregnant… I wanna see it when you put a baby in her, Anon.”

“Yes, Babygirl.” She kissed you again, as if that would seal the confession as an unbreakable truth forever more.

“I wanna watch Umbra become a real mare. I wanna see you fill her up and make her scream for you, Anon.”

“UMPH~!!!” Man and mare alike snapped to attention when Umbra’s voice cracked and let loose a squeal of excitement. Her little hiding game could no longer sustain itself when her nethers shrieked with such ferocious need and gripping winks ratcheting down her spine. The very waves of sound Derpy’s voice made bounced through her body and stole away her composure, obliterating everything in their path and touching off nerves as they went. She couldn’t stop the wave of fire rushing up her spine just like she couldn’t stop you from making her whole again, for even if there was the ability there was never the will. The tiniest moment of time saw you all wide-eyed and confused, only for the next fraction of an instant quickly turning vile and devious. Derpy’s eyes narrowed and focused unto the intruding sorceress kneeling behind a coffee table, her simple mind rushing through possibilities and dark desires like a librarian combing through their infinite stack of literature.

“Well, well, well… Momma’s here.” She hummed with angelic tune and devilish desire intertwined in a perfectly discordant voice. Rapidly descending the bed and sauntering toward her herd mate, Derpy could not help but leave a trail in her wake. Piddles of pooling arousal hit the polished stone floor in a staccato of wet excitement, a rhythm that matched her own sultry expression. Umbra could do little more than stand there and accept the deep, passionate kiss delivered to her by the adoring housewife. Tension built up in her muscles and her heart faltered at the mighty contact, a zap of energy moving through her when the incomparable softness of the pegasus’ mouth soothed her.

“Hmmmm…”

“Mmrph… mmngh~...” She replied, leaning into Derpy so much so that her rear hooves nearly lifted off the ground. The adoring mass of gray and amber love guided her to and fro with her swaying head, the rumbles of each voice pouring from the mare shuddering through their bones deep into their most vulnerable beings. Derpy popped free with a flourish of wet connection, strung to the dark Queen by a wire of translucent spittle. Their eyes flashed to one another, ships passing in the night destined for the same port and desperate to leave these treacherous waters behind. Umbra needn’t say a word, she needn’t ask for any consideration in this magnificent moment of release and ease. In her gaze, Derpy spoke without ever making a sound. She saw one mare come through that door, thus she could assume with ease just what the Queen had said to Luna.

Surely such a tragic evening deserved a rest. Surely the battered little filly before the mighty mother was in desperate need of her family. The pegasus would be merciful and take her by the shoulder, nuzzling into her neck and not-so-subtly guiding her toward the reclined man they had both come to treasure.

“Come on, come on! It’s time.” Derpy hissed into her ear, nibbling the flap of sensitive flesh and bringing out warm giggles from the freezing mare. She was slow to start but fluid in her progress, her diamond-like eyes leaping from the beguiling mother at her side to the mass of masculinity occupying her bed. One that refused to be so lazy and relaxed that he would reach out to the both of them and assist.

“You know how Bubby gets when you make him wait, Umbra.” Derpy huffed as she and her herdmate were hoisted from the cold floor back onto the cozy sheets above, each one handled like a bundle of cotton weightless and carefree. Derpy arranged Umbra at your side, pushing her plush and chubby frame against your broad musculature with the same overbearing presence as a model maker on their project. For reasons beyond the both of you, neither you nor your dark wife minded too much. Her face gravitated toward your own and locked into a needy kiss rather quickly, one that pleased all involved with its gentle and assuring nature.

“You should’ve heard the things he said about you. He missed your big, round, squishy rump so bad. I wanted you to come back right away so he could cuddle and kiss and pet and rub on you. Shame on you for taking so long~!” Derpy giggled and loomed over you two as the kissing intensified into less innocent territory. Your unicorn babe didn’t waste time in mantling your body and treating your shape like a jungle-gym. Masses of curling black mane untangled from her hair-tie and cascaded over you in a shroud of scented darkness, obscuring the tongue kisses and hiding some of the deeper moans from the world. Derpy brushed strands out of her way so she could better watch it all unfold, her hooves gently sliding in to piece together her prefered scene. Umbra's sweater was the only thing she need remove for everything to be perfect, the momentary interruption of your kisses driving the Queen to retort with twice the vigor.

“Thaaaaat’s it… Bubby? Umbra’s been such a good mare for you. You know she’s had such a hard time since we got here… be a good husband and help her feel better.” Your burly and heavy hand felt the pressure of her polished hoof on it, the bony knuckles serving as proper leverage for her to guide it along the rounded mountain range of Umbra’s writhing body. Fingers glided over the silky and thick fur until finally coming to a stop at the peak of her backside. Instantly the familiar and soft flesh made you grasp tightly, eliciting an excited and naughty squeak from the mature mare.

“Umph~! Anonymous, you dog~!” She huffed into your face, smiling wide and kissing your nose in the brief flash between deep embraces.

“He loooooves your rump, Umbra. You know he thinks it’s the best butt in all Ponyville?” The cross-eyed wife bit her lip and watched the dexterous fingers of her lover knead the doughy buns of her herdmate, each squeeze and press and pull flexing her fleshy body about and revealing more of its lewd details. Derpy’s heart skipped beats and burst with illuminating rays of hot anticipation as Umbra’s lips and pucker bent to your whim. Oozing a thin stream of her sugary excitement, the plush sex that Umbra boasted gripped tightly in on itself as the rushing blood racing through her pounding heart engorged her lips. The dark slit running between buxom and thick cheeks puffed further and further out until one could sink their entire snout within its slimy embrace, peaks from her bright clitorus shining like starlight in the pegasus’s eyes. In an all-together more dirty fascination, Derpy brought her snout close to Umbra’s less often used hole and watched it squeeze for you as well. The bulging and rounded pucker of her backside morphed and moved and gripped at the same rate as her more fertile entrance, begging for its turn in the spotlight of your masculine attention.

“Such a pretty butt for Anon to breed. He wasn’t kidding when he said you were the perfect mare to carry his babies.” Hot breaths ran down the flexing femininity of Umbra’s rear-end with increasing pace, a sudden shock of wet heat making her gasp and break your heady kiss.

“OOH~! Oh Derpy!” She snarled and buried her face in your neck, groaning as the intrusive wife swiped a long and perverse lick across her favorite mare. You gripped Umbra tight to keep her from wiggling away, feeling her slowly relax as Derpy dragged a heavy tongue from the bottom of her bulging clit up and over each plush bump. The sweet and fleshy taste of her vulva gushed a healthy dollop of wine for her to indulge, a film of slickness that helped her tongue pull at her clenching backdoor with alarming ease. Thick flesh from lip and pucker alike bent and molded to Derpy’s tongue, feeding her subtle and primal information she could understand naturally.

Hormones and musk mixed together in her mind in a cocktail of sex and debauchery, telling the equine that this mad Queen was more that prepared. Something was indeed different, from the scent to the taste to the heat of it all. Derpy delighted in knowing you would feel an all new mare tonight, not once but twice. She could see the raw and raunchy appeal that stallions would have for this, only now could she grasp at the mysterious edges of what it must be like to desire breeding and humping and thrusting into a soft and fertile hole so willing it spread open for you.

“Hah- AAHN~!!!” The Queen whined into your face as you held her tightly in place, submitting her to the whims of a dirty wife driven mad.

“That’s it. Just let ‘ol Derpy do her thing, Babe.” You groaned deep into her with reverberations bounding from your chest in booms of assuring force. Umbra tensed and melted and tensed again in rhythm with Derpy’s prodding and deep licks, her body falling prey to the satisfaction of being so thoroughly pleased and worshiped.

“Everytime I see that fat little pussy I wanna do the same thing. There’s nothing on Earth better than spreading your juicy lips and digging into your sweet round ass, Umbra.” Her eyes, the tightly shut portals to her thrashing thoughts, glimmered with pleasure so sick and thrilling. The mare gyrated and pushed and wriggled her hips for Derpy to press into and spread for her own amusement, the narrow snout of a feminine mare easily reaching deep into her folds and harassing her most sensitive parts.

“You know that you’re the most delicious thing I ever ate, Sugar? You know everybody in town thinks you’ve got the finest, biggest, softest ass in Equestria? Tell ‘em, Mushy.” The pegasus needed a full second to remove herself from the musky and hot embrace of her herdmate, the subtle pop! of her lips coming free making the individual bumps in Umbra’s back prickle through her skin.

“Mwuah! Mmmh~! She smells so good, Bubby! She tastes so ripe and ready for a foal in her belly~. So hot and squishy and soft, I wanna slobber on her all day!” Umbra’s voice peaked and cracked down the middle when her feminine lover dove back in to sample the platter, spreading her buttocks with her hooves and ravenously devouring her puckered rear.

“FFFMPPH~!!! NNNNNMMMP!” She hollered and moaned like a demon into your neck, foolishly concealing her musical expressions. You adored feeling her twitch and buck and resist at first, shocking rods of pleasure shooting through her raw and rough nerves as the surprisingly adept Derpy ruined her butt.

It had been quite a long time since Derpy had done this, but that dusty old skill rapidly came back into its prime once the doughnut shaped mess in front of her was properly sloppy and trembling and gaping for her. Wrinkled flesh colored black as coal rapidly brightened into a pink and sensitive sheen that her own pink organ rushed and pressed against. Clenched muscles crushed tightly and refused to let her in too far, but soon relented when made helplessly slick. Derpy savored the terse and bitter flavor with eager examination, running her tongue slowly over and then into the pinching seal of her fertile Queen. Just as she suspected, it was delicious and complex in flavor. Nothing foul and rotten, just the fascinating and adult flavor of a rare and delicate dish. It reminded her of coffee and wine mixed together, the best and boldest of those flavors magically mixed inside this sensitive opening. It doubled her pleasure to think of your turgid rod sinking inside this dirty hole, a forbidden zone only Umbra allowed to have penetrated and defaced. Derpy had rarely known a mare that would do that for her stallion, even fewer who were as proud of it as Umbra.

“A- A- Annnnnngh~~~ Anonymous she’s- UMPH~!” Your Queen could hardly force the words out of her mouth, such trembling lips more adept for kissing and suckling than such complicated things as speaking.

“Oh I see it. Don’t worry about that.” You assured her with a rock-hard shaft pulsating against her belly, such a dirty show rare enough to spark your entire attention. Derpy dipped back and forth behind Umbra’s bushy tail and seemed in absolute bliss slobbering on her musky ass, groaning and moaning sweetly as she mouthed and suckled and adored the tight pucker. You huffed in masculine desire as thick strings of saliva and musk connected the two, the ancient smell of sex and the sight of your innocent Derpy drenched in Umbra’s filth setting off fireworks in your brain.

“Haaahnn… mmmph~... lehlmm… She’s ready.” Derpy yipped simply as her tongue passed over her now sodden and dripping lips. The Queen cast her exhausted and begging eyes back and forth between you two, utterly and delightfully subjected to your perverse whims. It felt so wonderful to be frail and vulnerable, knowing full well that her trembling and plush body would be treated with the utmost care between the two of you. She needn’t worry or fret or whine or complain, for nothing short of heavenly release would come to her tonight. Whether by mare or stallion- it didn’t matter. So long as it was her family, her herd, her protectors. That’s all she desired in that steamy moment.

“I love you… I love you so much… Gods above I love you.” She whimpered as her shaking lips rose up to kiss you, each pillowy crease finding their mark on a waiting human. You sat up straighter to hold the simpering little Queen tight, pleased to find Derpy sandwiching her tightly from the otherside.

“I love you! Oh My King! I- I just can’t scream it loud enough! I love you both! I want us to last until the sun dies and our love is the only light in all creation!” Blinded by her affection the mare kissed back and forth between you two, losing herself to the wild melee of pleasure. Man kissed mare, mare kissed mare and pegasus kissed man again and again in no real order or pattern, just however the heart demanded it to be done. Wrapping about Umbra and smothering her in that bed, you were no longer man and mares, or human and ponies, or husband and wives, or mares and man. You were one singular and intertwined unit that would forever sustain itself through the radiating bond at its core. You and Derpy and Umbra were one whole that would forever be and had always been meant to be. That it had finally been reunited only now was nothing short of absolute tragedy. Before too long the whole quivered around the painful void still left within. A wife claiming her husband and calling upon him to fulfill his masculine duty to her. Umbra molested you with her hooves running free over your form, a stroking hoof brushing down her quivering back and feminine lips whispering so subtly into her ear.

“C’mon now, Momma. On your belly. Bubby can’t do his job right if you’re all scrunched up.” Derpy’s voice struck a strange and buried nerve in the Queen’s mind. That almost forgotten and shriveled synapse that responded to commands and obeyed them without question. She had only made use of that little wire for such a short period of her life that it took a moment for it to fire within her brain and make her move, something Derpy definitely noticed when the sluggish unicorn ripped herself off you like her fur was glued to your flesh. The entire movement appeared painful and delicate, for she hunkered down at the edge of the bed with her rear end skyward with deliberate action.

“Thaaaat’s it. Nice and open for Poppy. Show him that giant booty so he can put a baby in jt~.” Derpy giggled and bit her lip in heated anticipation, her eyes moving to you and likewise issuing a silent command.

“Looks inviting… I think I’ll take a gander.” Bed springs and fitted frame pieces creaked under your weight as you moved to stand, the spear of manhood flopping in aggravated flexes within its cotton prison. Both mares’ eyes instantly locked onto it with canine focus, scanning and preening and scrutinizing that wondrous bulge of stiff flesh until it sauntered out of their view. Derpy squealed quietly when you finally took post behind the fertile, dark Queen, your scent and hers combining into a potent cocktail of arousing affection.

“Mmmmph! A- Anonymous?” Umbra whimpered as Derpy stroked her mountainous buttocks, spreading them for you so the pulsating pink insides would call out with a lighthouse’s repeated flashes.

“What’s up, Babygirl?” You hummed in satisfaction when your rod came to rest between her plush buns, an observant pegasus kindly shimmying your shorts down bit by bit. Every muscle and joint in Umbra went tense as a wooden board when you touched her, though this quickly melted into a slurry on the bedroom floor. You always adored humping against her spread behind like this, threatening to penetrate either one of her purpose-built pleasure pits. Derpy unsheathed your spear and kissed its rounded head as a wish of safe travels. Your Umbra gracefully pushed back and smeared herself against your shaft, an involuntary reflex that you utterly adored. Sliding up and down, wiggling side to side and clenching in rhythm to some hidden song, the mare only did as much when she was completely debilitated by desire. Her heat seasons, late nights reading raunchy books or just out-of-the-blue fantasies always made the plush and chubby sorceress a cuddle monster, especially with her shapely seat. To encourage this behavior you always gave her a firm smack on the rear and a hard push into her back door, threatening to break its fleshy seal and coating it with your excited drippings.

“AUNGH~! Oh Gods!” She hollered into the blankets and squeezed her thighs together, mushing them with her teats into a tantalizing chamber of folds and velvety fur. There had been times your face had plunged into that pit of mare flesh and fur, the sensation enjoyably warm as it was sickeningly erotic.

“P- please…” She answered, looking back at you with a wild and glittering eye. Her ring sprawled out on the mattress and hummed with living energy, breathing in the simmering love of husband and wife and exhaling the most beautiful hue of Cherenkov blue. Your gaze locked with hers in that moment, completing the circuit of two beings becoming one.

“Don’t hold back. Do what comes naturally, you handsome tyrant! This flank is yours to demolish as you see fit!” A more clear invitation you couldn’t imagine. Derpy giggled and smiled with sinister intent as she pressed your shaft down against its springy tension, guiding you straight into the gripping, winking and steaming opening of your wife. Something about it felt so different already, like a mare in heat but far more desperate and engorged. You felt different, as just the moist and stagnant air around her made your nerves screech and sizzle with the pleasured friction of rapid intercourse. Derpy sighed in release as your head split her lips down their rounded middle, a delightfully wet and lurid-

“Glrp…” Ringing off the walls when your wife closed around your head and sucked hard.

“Hnnnnnnnnmmmmppph~~~...” Umbra shivered as her mind was obliterated, the empty space behind her eyes replaced by a single word that boomed with repeating signals.

”Breed.”

“There you go, nice and snug in Momma~.” Derpy cooed and writhed as your shaft plunged easily inside the pocket of flesh made so perfectly for this purpose. Silky soft insides bent and squelched as you made her tiny void a great gaping space filled with your body, shared heat leaping between you two and nearly burning the nerve endings right off your shaft. She was so much hotter than usual in the most literal sense, as if you had stuck your manhood into a kettle and let the water slosh all about it. The intensity quickly robbed you of much of the composure you had somehow retained up to this point, forcing you to grip her hips tightly with crushing fingers.

“Hah, mmph~!!! OOoooooooooh my goodness~~~...” Umbra’s squeaking moan pushed into the sheets just as you bottomed out inside her snatch, the winking and quivering “O” of muscle crushing your cock and suckling on it with audible hunger. You could stand it for a second or two, but quickly the deeper and ancient part of your brain commanded action. Back out of her and back in again, this time with far more force and a tremendous jump in speed.

“NMMPH! HRMMMPH!!!” Umbra buried her face in the sheets, as she knew there was no way her ready womb would give the rest of her body a break. She couldn’t keep her savage need hidden when getting the business in such a manner, especially with the damnable words pouring out of Derpy’s pleased and drooling mouth.

“Mmmmh, big stallion~. Bubby’s so big and strong~. Oooh! This big mare butt is so warm and soft, he’s gonna pump it with so many babies~.” Who exactly she was talking to didn’t matter at the moment, for Umbra was a lesser creature than before this breeding started. The pace escalated smoothly from a deep and slow plunge into steady volleys of thrusts into her, melting the flesh within into a hot soup that moved and squeezed and milked around you without much structure. Or at least that’s how it felt. Her walls were so powerful and greedy for you, as each thrust seemed to grow more laborious and difficult. Umbra held tight and refused to give you a moment to rest, as if she hungered bury you in her snatch and simply never let go.

Dark lips pressed in when you thrust, then undulated outwards with a vacuum grip when you retracted. Back and forth they danced around your stiff shaft, leaving a thick film of gooey and musky excitement that left your pride glistening and slick to the touch. Derpy swiped a lick of this rare wine from time to time, finding that the Queen’s flavor became even more robust and satisfying when a hearty dose of testerone came into the mix. The clock-work rhythm of your breeding pleased her to watch, as your flesh contrasted wonderfully with the unnaturally dark fur of the Queen. Softness engulfed hardness, masculinity pounded femininity, submission and aggression blended together so majestically that it all seemed one machine working in perfect order. Your pervert wife marveled at how your supposedly alien shape so perfectly clapped against the padding of Umbra’s hips. The way her buttocks bounced and jiggled in waves of force as your front squished into them with an airy-

Clap, clap, clap! timed with your grunting pushes. Muscles flooded with testosterone flexed and pulled and bulged just beneath the skin, highlighting the power and development of your matured body. She loved to watch it all unfold, unable to pull her mind out of the sticky and dirty gutter of such a voyeuristic act.

Your soft Queen pampered your shaft for every second it was buried inside her, claiming responsibility for the no-doubt shattering orgasm that would create her most precious child. If there wasn’t sufficient pleasure and devotion then there would be no reward for her, thus she doubled her efforts in making your body reach those illustrious heights of bliss. She pushed back against you to meet pounding thrusts, the noise soon overcoming all others in that wing of the hotel. Her insides squeezed when you pulled and relaxed when you entered, constantly creating a hot friction. Her ass writhed and twitched for you, showing off every detail for you to molest and toy with however you wished. Your eyes beheld the incredible dance that Umbra had perfected over many years of marriage and breeding, one that would always ruin your endurance and shorten a night of hot mating by a considerable margin.

Her hips jerked back and forth in clockwork springs of motion with stiff stops, forcing her round and soft cheeks to gyrate and bounce rapidly. Meeting your thrusts with her ticks of motion made the mountain of equine rump bounce and spread and clap against your hips with a rhythm and show enticing to any male mind. Bountiful cheeks pressing together from their own inertial and completely concealing your cock, hiding it inside the warm and wet cavern of her greedy sex. And somehow in the very next instant she was pulling away from you, the force spreading her pillowy ass so wide her winking and squeezing backdoor gasped at you with a fleshy flex. Machine-like in it’s rhythm and pace you couldn’t help but stare stupidly in the dirty sight of your wife’s bouncing ass, the desire to feel and taste and huff and worship such a jiggling lump of mare driving you to the brink of insanity. Especially when she slammed herself home and ground her rump into you, pressing with enough force to knock an unprepared man to the floor. Each cheek jostled and bounced as if they were independent of the equine speared on your girth, noisy jiggles furiously chipping away at your restraint. Her insides swirled and crushed around your shaft, savagely demanding nothing short of the most fertile batter a man could produce.

“Nnf- hahn- mmph- ooh!” She cooed and squeaked on every plunge, beating the bass drum of your firm gut in dutiful presses. Umbra wavered under the influence of such a girthy and filling presence inside her, the full warmth rushing through her body relaxing every vital muscle and supercharging the others. Every inch of stiffness spreading her guts made the mare gooey and soft and submissive for you, a desire to pleasure and to be used for the pleasure of another. Every drop of sweat pouring from your brow, every baritone grunt of satisfaction and every bruise made from your crushing fingers was another notch in her belt of pride. The pounding force of a hard shaft churning her gooey insides sparked the feminine desire to behave and beg for her lover, the sensations of bruising mass and burning friction mixing together in her mind like a bubbling stewpot of filthy, dripping satisfaction. Her legs could barely support the added weight of your member, a surprising effect of shoving it inside your wives being that it somehow acquired the mass of a brick in their guts. Umbra was impaled in place and drooling rapidly onto the bed spread, surrounding herself with an aura of steamy run off as her eyes rolled back in her head and her body dominated the space where her mind used to be.

“Ooh- ooh- ooooh gods! Please- mmph! Seed me! Seed me your- UNF~!!! Seed me, your Majesty! Put your children in me, Sire! I’m ready! I’m ready for your children, Anonymous!” She hissed and snarled and bit into the bedspread with her sharpened fangs, tearing holes through the thick blankets. Such demands were easily met as your muscles burned and shoved you forward with newfound gusto. The burning spire of climax was rising in your stomach, slowly ratcheting up each vertebrae in your spine until bursting in your skull. Fairies of white light danced in your vision as it focused on the gyrating and bouncing hole of your wife eagerly swallowing up your manhood again and again and again. Just watching her soft opening work was enough to lure you into a hazy state of bliss, but feeling her heat and her weight and her plush mass engulfing you ensured a creamy and grunting resolution.

And then some tiny demon whispered in your ear. A warm and motherly presence leaning against your shoulder and licking your jawline cajoling you with syrupy whimpers and moans.

“Do it, Bubby. Make a Momma out of her.” Derpy kissed your cheek and watched with great fascination as the last inch of your shaft hung outside of Umbra’s pulsing marehood. Her snatch gripped and suckled at you with fat lips engorged with excitement in desperate attempts to bury you as deep as she could have you. Pulsating and twitching against her sealed cervix wasn’t enough, she needed you to threaten it. Umbra needed you to smash her delicate insides apart and rebuild them however you wished, she wanted nothing more than to be left in tatters after this magnificent night with her herd. But soon enough that very wish came true in spurts of hot, milky release.

“Hnng- aaugh… ooooh crap~...” You hummed and bit your lip as Derpy fell to your cock’s level, watching with deep intrigue as waves of seed rushed through your shaft and delivered fresh sperm to Umrba’s waiting garden. Her pulsing and gripping flower trembled as the first volley slammed inside her delicate walls, armies of microscopic fertilization rushing through her body as most welcomed guests inside her dark, sweltering halls. Unlike the myriad times you had done this before, your swimmers found much easier purchase inside unfamiliar territory. The alien makeup of Umbra’s body guided them to a waiting and ready destination where their long and hot journey finally came to a satisfying end.

Umbra lay there with her body trembling, her very soul beaten out of her backside and replaced by the turgid warmth of a stallion claiming his throne. Your royal mass smashed her guts apart and made her accommodate your every tiny detail, giving her the sensational delight of being heavy and full and useful and beloved. The elite were the only ones allowed to have your affection, the very most gifted mares in all Equestria were denied this delicious nectar, this fantastic and natural role that drowned a mare in affection. A brutal fucking that bruised your cheeks and left you gasping for breath when your entire body was stuffed with cream invited the aftercare most women could only dream of. You fell around her with your arms shrouding her ribs, your back laying across hers and your chest fluttering against her shoulder blades. Her entire world was shrouded in your warmth, your heat and your musk raining down in sheets of blinding funk. Her body pulled in for you, curling around your cock and squeezing around in nursing pulls that demanded you stay and assure the ritual was complete.

“Haaahnnnn- Hmmmmmnnnn~~~... my Kiiiiing… my handsome King! My precious, powerful human! Fill meeeee~~~...” She buried her snout in the blankets and murmured at your kisses, squirming and kicking her hooves to burrow deeper into her cage of muscle and masculinity.

“That’s it, Poppy. That’s it. Hold her close… hold it in. Let the baby-batter do its work! “ Your pudgy wife lorded over you both like a professional in husbandry, stroking Umbra’s rounded belly as the warmth quickly turned into majestic heat. The soft and plush rolls of fat were stiff now with mass filling her, the delivery of manhood into her fleshy rose working brilliant and complex chemical processes within. The pegasus pressed her ear to the trembling broodmare’s gut, listening in on the gurgling and swishing and sloshing moaning within. She adored the idea of listening to life be created, to witness it from such a perverse vantage where nothing could be kept secret. Her own lips quivered and oozed a heady dollop of excitement onto her ham-like thighs as the images of a helpless egg assaulted by thousands upon thousands of swimmers dutifully diving after it. Only one need to breach the seal, one lucky child to take hold and start making themselves at home. She breathed the heady scent of fertility in and let it wash through every fiber of her being, hormones changing and swirling together in a cocktail of arousal that could strip the chrome off steel.

“Mmmh… so full… Umbra’s belly’s so full of Poppy’s love~. You’re gonna have a beautiful baby, Umbra~. Such a pretty, pretty baby~.” Derpy kissed the bulging undercarriage of her herd mate, adoring the innocent little bundle yet formed. Umbra wasn’t fairing much better, her hair flying apart into strands of curly ebony soaked down with sweat. Her inner thighs crushed inwards to seal her entrance, trapping every last drop of your essence within her boiling garden. Your potent brew swirled inside her, adding a degree of warmth with every passing moment she could contain it. You felt her energy drain, her desire to move completely buried by this mad need to be safe.

Understandable of course, since now she carried precious cargo. Without ever having felt such a sensation, without ever bothering to be educated on this sacred and natural process, Umbra still understood it so naturally as it happened. The moment of conception, the rush of heat into her body, the snap of the final piece falling into place clicked in her mind. A blink of her eye and a whimper later, she knew everything was going to be alright. She was assured by the hormones and inclinations programmed into her subconscious mind that her body was now host to a precious child. A little one all her own. Dormant parts of her body and mind flushed her system with endorphins and seratonin, guiding her toward a peaceful lull that would ensure nothing would interrupt the delicate dance of her particles and your particles.

A million little pieces working together into a machine that so perfect assembled itself, finally given the proper tools to do so. She closed her eyes and heard your voice in her ear, dragging out the sensation of each and every molecule stitching themselves together inside her. Every micron of circumfence added to her egg was a radiant boom of pleasure inside her, every pulse of your softening shaft inside her was a furious bolt of lightning in her thoughts. Gasping and writhing, your motherly Queen squeeled when her warm and engorged cunny finally ejected your exhausted manhood.

“Ooh! Messy, messy Bubby!” Derpy giggled and pressed into the fold with animalistic speed. In a flash your wife was burying her face into the gooey cunt of your other wife, indulging herself on the spent nectar of a fertile male fulfilling his obligation.

“Hah- hff, hooooooooly moly…” You snarled as the cool winds nipped at your delicate and raw cock, both arms still braced about Umbra as she whimpered and spread her lucious legs for Derpy. The poor unicorn couldn’t catch a break this evening, for on every end she was assualted by needy herdmates desperately hungry for her body.

“Jeez Derpy… you don’t have to be on clean up if you don’t-” Stroking the gilded plain of your darling goofball’s mane, it was quickly apparent that she was no longer listening. Derpy’s entire mind was centered around this warzone of man and woman, of fertile soil and virile seed finally combined. You shuddered and gasped when her tongue ran a long line from clit to pucker once again, this time gathering all the stringy and steaming essence she could carry and depositing it into her mouth.

“want… to… jeez…” You hummed as the beautiful sight revived your cock, for Derpy had rarely ever been so ravenous. She delighted in the mix of flavors so intense and pungent on her tongue, gathering them all before daring to swallow. She had never tasted a newly minted mother, thus it was a deeply rare opportunity. Umbra’s walls were still raw and red and hot to the touch, oozing copious affection and drenched with alabaster. Her lips pulsed outwards in winks of need, signaling that she could go for another round, or a dozen- maybe even a hundred. Her body pumped out the chemical musk of need and readiness to be fucked, to be bred and to be loved. Derpy answered the call with a rapidly filling mouth, her eyes popping open in surprise of your volume.

“Glrrk… rrrrhmmmm~~~ My Kiiiiiing… She’s so ravenous… she won’t stop…” Umbra whined and curled her back for the demonic mother feasting on her rump, the dirty pegasus only stopping when her mouth was full beyond closing. You and her exchanged hot glances of mutual desire when she sat up, her lips ajar with the sloshing cream of spent human cum. She huffed and smiled as best she could, slowly laying down by her herd mate just as you did to grab her face.

“Wha? Derp- MMH!” Umbra didn’t tense, apparently finally getting the message that no one intended to harm her. The Queen didn’t expect to find her own mouth suddenly full of salty and creamy spunk however, the delivery method so unusual it begged to be deeply examined.

“Mmmmh~... slrp- hmm~!” Derpy held her head with her hooves and bolted their lips together ensuring not a drop was wasted in this sticky, slippery contact. Your heart flipped about in your chest as the mares indulged before you, drawing you closer and awakening your shaft back into action. Umbra didn’t protest one bit beyond the initial contact, for the taste was equally tied with the ideal for pure enjoyability. The flavor of the final seed, the warmth of a man that repaired her so fully. Swishing it between her mouth and Derpy’s exchanging their flavors and staring into one another’s eyes, she was spent. Nothing could be more arousing, dirty and debauched than swallowing the cum that had sewn her child, tasting herself and her herdmate and her husband all at once and taking it all within her. She could’ve laid there and passed it back and forth forever, mindlessly diluting it down until nothing was left but Derpy, nothing but motherhood and complete satisfaction. Her mind was numb to the world, only disturbed when a distant jingle broke the silence like a pane of glass falling to the floor.

“Oh! Room service!” Derpy squealed and instantly ripped herself away from the action, nearly breaking your nose when her head jerked up. Umbra was left with her mouth open and her belly full of cum, pawing vainly at the warm spot the pegasus once held when she lept up and out of the bed.

“Huh? Wh- where is she-... Anonymous… get her.” She complained as you likewise tried to wrap your mind around the dripping and winking mare answering the door, the bell considered far more polite than a harsh knock against a loud granite door.

“Confections for Madam Derpy Hooves?” A voice answered, you and Umbra both self consciously folding your legs together to protect dripping gonads.

“Thank you, thank you! It looks wonderful!” Derpy chirped in her most measured manner before pulling the small cart in, slamming the door behind her with such force it nearly brought the room down.

“What is the meaning of this, Derpy? Do you want the Empire to see me when I’m so… full?” The Queen whimpered and rubbed her rotund belly with a newfound peace, glad to find your hand soon covering her hoof to join in.

“Nope. Poppy needs water so he can go again! And everypony needs snacks after rumpbumps!” She hummed as the small cart of glistening mineral water, wine glasses and small plates of fancy snacks rolled elegantly to the bed, fine craftsmanship assuring it neither squeaked nor rattled on its journey. Disruptive as it was, the royal couple couldn’t deny how enticing it all looked, espeically after such a draining evening.

So you indulged for the moment, letting the worries of it all flow away as you lay there naked with your wives and simply recharged. The sexuality of it all never left, but the serious tone very quickly did. Sipping on your drink and nibbling on fine pastries, you could just lay there with your mares across from you, idly chatting and reclining against pillows in the closest approximation to heaven one could imagine.

“Mh. Goodness me. I haven’t tasted the spring waters here in so long.” Umbra chirped as she lounged against Derpy, her skull finding the soft padding of the pegasus’ thigh more suitable than any pillow.

“There’s not like… crystals in the water, right? Like stuff that might rip my insides up?” You asked cautiously, for the drink was indeed quite similar to the ultra-rich and fizzy drinks you knew back home. The flavor proved nowhere near as salty as the bottles your slavic friends could knock back, but the tang of dissolved rocks still lingered on your teeth heavily as blizzard snowfall.

“Hardly. I had the spring dug such that it would lessen the silica content. The iron and calcium are what make for an enjoyable drink.”

“Guess it makes sense. The entire city’s made outta rocks, the water’s gonna be pretty hard.”

“Hard water? Mine’s still all sloshy and slippy.” Derpy piped in as she feasted on a bundle of nuts coated in fine chocolate, her voice reflecting genuine loss.

“I want hard water… I could put it in my saddle bags at the Mare’s Club. Then I wouldn’t need a cup.” Umbra rolled her eyes at the ideal, delicately taking another sip of the precious and prized drink.

“Perhaps we could stop for some of that wretched eternal ice the royals are so fond of. I’m sure street vendors still hock it around here.”

“Can you actually eat that stuff?” You questioned cautiously, the inconclusive look about Umbra’s face spawning more questions than answers.

“Well… technically yes? But given that it never melts, one has to chew it and then swallow what is essentially broken glass. But I have seen it done before.” Derpy perked up at the notion, her tail swishing and beating against the mattress.

“Did you ever break it up and throw it at ponies? That sounds like something you would do.” Derpy asked the pensive Queen, her searching face bringing a smile to your own.

“Hm… now that I recall? I don’t think so. It’s not a terrible idea, though. Could you imagine having ice stick to the muscles of freshly pieced flesh? How horrific to remove.”

“And you could make backward facing barbs too! So you can stab a griffon in the heart, break the point off and watch him rip his heart out! I would make it triangular too, since you can’t stitch those closed.” Derpy said all this so concisely that it begged for a moment of reflect, both you and the Queen staring at her and awaiting an explination as to how she had conjured such a fantasy.

“What? She can talk about murdering ponies all day but I can’t?”

The night seemed to be winding down from there. The moon rose solemnly in the sky as the snacks were put away and the drinks drained off, leaving only satisfied ponies and a satisfied man. Conversations wove together such that you could hardly remember them at the moment, the highly attuned senses of a working man eager to dissappear the moment he had some rest. At some point you had tuned out somewhat, laying back and stretching your legs in total repose.

A foolish thing for prey like you to do.

Equine lionesses might’ve seemed tired and limp and squishy, lounging about and giggling and idly looking out the window. But they were experts in seeking out unsuspecting males, they had to be. Umbra was the first to notice how vulnerable you had become, how brazenly you presented yourself for their hunger to indulge in. Mid-conversation her eyes flashed at the limp mound your cock had become, a rush of spittle watering her mouth and excited hormones flooding her mind. Instantly the topic at hand was lost on her, for she could only then imagine the horrible, terrible things she would do with your masculinity.

Derpy wasn’t far behind, her own gaze zeroing in on the unsupervised young man laying against your thigh. He still smelled of sex and mares, he still pumped and subtly twitched with energy to go again. She still wanted to feel his head bashing against her guts in hurried thrusts. Immediately she was dreaming of it sliding inside her, crushed between her muscular walls and milked so intensely. Her sensitive and needy snatch would eagerly take him all in, stretching and bending however he needed to be comfortable and stay inside. The mare jittered and her fur stood on end, especilaly when she and Umbra could so easily creep up on you and surround your cock.

In a herd they moved to surround you, engulfing your lower end in the fluffy folds of marish fat and motherly warmth. They pounced quickly to catch you off guard, keeping their faces within sniffing distance of your manhood and licking their lips with barely restrained desire.

“Oooooh Anonymous~?” Cooed your precious Queen, drawing your attention back down to your loyal wives. They piled on like waves bearing down upon a very fortunate ship, smothering your body in the drab colors of affection and feminine fat. Derpy on your right and Umbra on your left, their soft and kissy snouts busied themselves with smooches and licks and nuzzles against your hardening shaft. Their hot breaths rushed over the sensitive skin in plumes heady excitement, mixing their musk with yours so they could sustain themselves on the most raunchy potion known to ponykind.

“Surely you aren’t finished yet? A stallion of your caliber surrendering after just one pregnant mare? For shame!” Umbra accented her condemnation with a long and wet lick across your scrotum, painting the precious jewels that spawned her child with her hot affection. Your body tensed and bucked upwards in response to her, both mares sliding their hooves over your dominant and defiant hips as you sucked for breath.

“This precious thing of yours… how does every mare in Equestria live without a stallion like this?” Your wife’s voice was sinister and calculated, hissing from between her sticky lips as Derpy pressed your length into her gentle maw. Another bolt of pleasure rammed through your spine as she did so, four eyes of brilliant color spearing you through the heart every second of the way.

“So girthy and long and heavy… virile enough to sew a mare of an entirely different species. If only you knew how many hungry mares thirst for you. How precious and rare your love is.” She cooed and watched as Derpy mouthed and slobbered on your head, swishing about in her mouth and cooing sweetly as the flavor gushed over her tongue. She adored feeling you grow hard again, finding the bursts of pre-cum splattering across her tongue both satisfying and electrifying. The flavor of pregnancy, the unmistakable tang of a man deeply devoted to her. The intense funk of a stallion ready to breed and ready to dominate. Sliding up and off your glistening shaft, the simple wife let it pop free from her plush lips, only for another mouthy sheathe to slide over it and suck deeply.

“Mmmmmnnnnnh~~~ Our handsome, powerful King. All the sweet words in the world couldn’t do you justice, Sire. All the poems and whispers and moans in your name couldn’t match just how deeply we love you, Anonymous.” Derpy hummed in agreement, kissing Umbra’s cheek and leaving behind a sticky, salty mark. The Queen bumped her rotund rear against her pegasus sister, driving the near-manic mare into action.

“I think… perhaps something more forward would suffice, however. Something that will properly express how we feel.” Derpy followed silent directions from the Queen, blushing deeply as she rose away from your manhood, assuming a position proper for a large and needy mare like herself. She reclined backwards and lay flat on her back, spreading her legs like chubby and rounded wings begging for attention. Like the blinking lights on a runway her hocks of flesh guided your eye down, down, down to her belly, the rounded mountains of softness calling out in ancient tongue. You were well acquainted with her round belly, her chubby teats and her sex, but it never stopped being so delightful to behold. Derpy writhed and wriggled somewhat to get comfortable, spreading her winking lips and squishing her full udders together. It was enough to make you bolt upright in anticipation, only Umbra’s hoof against your chest stopping an immediate move for the fertile wife.

“My King… show mercy to this fine mare. The heat has clouded her mind. She might beg for the full force of thy love, but she is a delicate and beautiful thing.” You huffed and nodded in agreement, unable to rip your eyes from the puffy, dripping and winking lips of your beloved Derpy. She giggled and covered her snout in glee, flexing her back somewhat and gently thrusting her sex toward you to provoke the most destructive response she could. Umbra leaned in close to whisper, her voice like melted chocolate rolling across your tongue.

“Make sweet, sweet love to her. Remind us what all this work was for.” Connecting pieces flying about in the excited storm of your thoughts rearranged and snapped back into place as she kissed your cheek. Logic momentarily came back into play as you gently guided your lips to hers and made the most adoring peck you could. A promise that you would do as your lovely, gorgeous Queen commanded.

“That’s the King we love… now go. The poor thing can hardly contain herself~.” Obliging the commands of your feminine overlords, your face crept closer and closer to Derpy’s boiling hot snatch with the same sly slither as a serpent. The aroma was already intense and wet around her, steam rising off her shrouded opening as the cool air rushed in through the windows. Her soft form was so familiar yet so exciting, especially when she spread that little bit further at your approach.

“Mmph~ H- Hi Bubby~.” She cooed, you gaze and hers locked together like a circuit. It brought a sick grin to your face when she pushed toward you, gently nestling her thumping clit against your lips. Without replying to her little greeting, your next motions were purely focused on her pleasure. Derpy’s body trembled and loosened as you gave her love button a firm suckle, the skipping and sparking match to set off this tinder box of equine and human affection.

“Eep! Oooooh Bubbyyyyyy~~~!” She whined in deep, loving intoxication as her hoof combed over your head, stroking your hair and begging you to continue on. Your duty to please her never ended, but now it was time to step up and face the call like a good husband ought to. Slowly and gently you drew shapes across her rounded clit, pushing and sliding across it as you wrote slick words across it. Slowly at first, drawing out disorganized characters one after the other to keep the direction swift and changing, all the while humming into her body to send deep trembles through her bones. Derpy was instantly relaxed and rendered dumb as a rock, only able to drool and moan and pull at your hair with her giddy hooves.

“Goodness me, M’Lord. Someone has been practicing how to pleasure a mare, haven’t they?” Umbra’s lips smooched across your back, trailing up toward your neck before pressing against the back of your head. Sinking deeper into Derpy’s plush bosom, it quickly engulfed the entire lower half of your face in gray mountains of soft plush. Lips opened about your mouth and her opening kissed toward your tongue, beckoning you inside its crushing, fertile and boiling canal.

“You’re such a good stallion, Anonymous. A paragon for ponykind to strive for. Any mare without a King like you suffers.” She hissed into your ear and pressed harder against your skull. The mattress of warm and feminine flesh below curved inwards like space and time around a supermassive blackhole, suckling you to her. Derpy’s legs locked around your head to secure such a loving and pleasurable source to her body, quivering thighs like meaty pillows muffling your ears and keeping them sweltering.

“Ha-aaa- nnnng~~~! Bubby you’re doing such a goo- OOH~! Good jooooooob~~~...” Your wife writhed and humped and ground her hips into your face, bending and flexing your muscular neck with her lust. Something about having your face be the center of her release, the cushion for her massive backside and the object of her obsession was uniquely wonderful. To feel each intimate, dirty, sexual detail of your beautiful wife more personally and clearly than any other living creature. That she would trap you, begging for your presence and showering your efforts with love made you ravenous and beyond driven to give the chubby wife every last bit of your attention and energy.

“That’s it… embrace her. She loves you so dearly, Anonymous. Can’t you feel her desire? Don’t you wish to please your loyal wife?” Umbra’s hoof moved to your brow and pushed back, forcing your face upwards just enough to spy Derpy over her own rotund belly. She was heaving breath and groaning deeply in utter bliss as your tongue dragged and painted across her snatch. The thick mire of orgasmic release made her eyes rotate out of control, as if they were spinning dynamos set terribly out of balance. The equine filled your mouth and nose with her affection, squirts of lubricating and milky essence gushing from her needy and engorged opening in sporadic gasps.

“Look at how she adores you. See what you do to us poor mares? You simply ruin us, Anonymous~. Our King is a gift to all feminine souls~.” The dark sorceress peppered you with kisses, encouraging you to go harder, deeper and get wetter. You did so at the expense of your own breath, soft and rubbery flesh sealing off the world around your skull.

“Oooh~ Oh goodness~! Mmph~! Don’t stop, Bubby! That feels ssssso good~!!! Augh~! K- keep licking me just like that, Bubby~!” Derpy humped your face with an added gusto that thankfully allowed gasps of her musky air to fill your nose. White flakes of snow danced in your vision after a number of volleys against your lips, a tiring tongue refusing to give in the face of such an assault. Umbra drooled onto the mattress and found herself transfixed by it all, especially with the incredible company of Derpy’s musical pleasure.

“Just listen to her, Anonymous. Your mare is in need~. She wants you. She needs you. She desires you and only you~.” Masculine pride burned like a butane torch in your heart, a stroked ego rising just like another distinctly masculine appendage. You and Derpy were ready to go, if not more than that. Her suffocating heat broke free with a lurid and wet ”pop!” when Umbra’s magic parted the sea of thigh smashing your cranium. Instinctively you jerked back for a breath, quickly finding your open mouth the target for a pressurized squirt of mare wine.

“EEP~! Oh- oh goodness~! Oh my gosh~!!! NNG! G- get back here you sillyhead~!” Derpy whined with a dopey smile about her dopey face as her hooves gripped vainly at the air. Ragged and deep pants refueled the dwindling supply of oxygen in your brain, recentering your thoughts slowly but surely until Umbra could act as your guide. Soft and gentle magic like silk-wrapped fingers encompassed your gonads and shaft, massaging and worshiping them with the deft expertise only a millennia of practice could achieve. A deep and baritone growl left your throat out of instinct, the feeling of being admired pumping your already sex-addled mind with more blinding testosterone. Naturally, the submissive and breedable mares before you smiled ear-to-ear at the animalistic sound their husband made, each one silently dreading with wet lips what a crazed human would do to a helpless mare.

“My, my, my~! You’re struggling to hold back, aren’t you My King~?” Umbra giggled and nestled herself against Derpy, sharing a kiss of anticipation with her. Multitasking with practiced ease, the crimson fog of magical influence gripped the opposing petals of Derpy’s fat sex and pulled gently to reveal her pink innards, something that made the mother release the most heavenly sound.

“Oooooooommmmmph~~~... G- go ahead, Bubby~. Put a baby in me~. Put another beautiful baby in Momma’s tummy~.”

“Don’t keep the poor thing waiting, Sire. She wants so badly to be your brood mare~. Won’t you give her the pleasure of taking that enormous pride like a good little mare?” The plush and needy pegasus let out another voluminous droplet of her excitement as such dirty words rattled through her mind. Through years of experience they could both tell you weren’t really present. Behind the glassy and hyper-focused eyes of your predatory face there was only the basal creature. The unevolved, desperate, hungry creature that only bred and dominated and penetrated because it felt incredible to do so. No higher function, no higher drive. Just sex, just pleasure, just the satisfaction of claiming a female and her precious, gooey gash. You leaned forward and let your massive figure blot out the lights of the room, each mare biting their lips in anticipation and feeling the heat of excitement in their ears.

“Aaannnngh~... Hi Bubby~...” Derpy greeted you and looked absolutely perfect for a kiss. You obliged her and Umbra both, lingering on the dark Queen for a moment as she snuggled against the fertile commoner. Your manhood twitched and stood horizontal in defiance of gravity, pointing itself right at Derpy’s snout and glowing with heat.

“Oooooh… he sees you, Derpy~.” Umbra cooed into the mother’s ear and made her buck upwards in anticipation, the magic surrounding you and her pulling inwards to make each organ gravitate toward the other.

“He’s coming right for you… you must’ve done something to upset him~. Look how hard and desperate he is. He’s going to ruin you~.” Derpy made a noise between a moan and a squeal of anticipation, spreading herself further apart as you made your divine entrance. Pressing against her sopping wet and wide-open cunt let you slide in with little issue. The taut muscles of Umbra’s crushing insides were nothing like the forgiving and soft canal of her herdmate, but both had their equal charms in breeding. Sliding inside of Derpy was essentially falling into a sleeve of absolute softness, unparalleled control over each fiber of her being allowing the mother to stroke and milk and nurse with uncanny precision. All these years of unloading batch after batch of useless seed into her and you still couldn’t figure out how she did it. All you knew was that it was the most satisfying, maddening and sweet pussy you had ever had the pleasure of bottoming out inside.

“HAaahhhhnngnnnnn~~~... Ooooooh my gooodnesssssss~~~...” Derpy stared into your face as you sank inside her with one fluid slurp of motion, pressing your hips together like puzzle pieces fitting back together. Her entire expression changed from a wild and girly excitement to an aghast and stupefied look of pleasure. Her mouth hung open and her eyes relaxed instantly, as if every last bit of worry and strain and concern was suddenly forced out and replaced by throbbing human mass. Your noses touched in a spark of pure love firing between adoring parties, Derpy giving you all the attention and love and praise a mare crammed full of warm cock could.

“Fill me… fill me up Bubby~!” She gasped into your face, bracing her arms about your neck so there was no hope of escape. The mature and deliciosuly heavy equine pulled against unyielding strength as if she were nothing more than an accessory, a mark of pride dangling from your throat and speared on your pride. She loved you, she worshipped you, she was willing to become lesser for the pleasure your carnal desires could offer her.

“Babygirl~! You’re such a good girl for me, Derpy~.” You growled into her snout and kissed her dearly, a soft little peck for your quickly loosening and relaxing wife. The mare huffed and gasped as your cock pistoned back and forth against her soft sex, pulsing lips wrapped like flower pedals about your turgid and throbbing stem. It was if you were feeding her a direct line of relaxing and warming affection straight through your pulsating veins, as her tight grip melted further upon each bouncy and deep thrust.

“Let him take you, Dear~. The King will see that you are pleased~. He will satisfy your every want and desire if you simply relax and accept your role as his womb~.” Umbra hissed into Derpy’s ear and stole kisses from her whenever she could, casting her wicked and sickly eyes from groaning mare, to snarling human, to mid-coitus gonads slathered in affectionate moisture.

“He’s so deep already~! Punishing your sweet flower, pumping you with babies, dominating every aspect of your being~.” Derpy shuddered and fell into a deep, slobbery kiss with her herdmate as you steadily pounded into her. Her voice degraded to nothing but high pitched whimpers and mewls of satisfaction, her slick pussy slurping and sliding agaisnt your manhood with a noisy and wet grip. Pushing inside forced out dribbles of her excitement like oozing tear-drops around the base of your girth, painting you with the familiar and sweet aroma of a female madly devoted. Pulling out nearly pulled out half the mare with you, her stretchy and needy insides pulling at your shaft and following it outwards before greedily pulling you back into her fertile garden.

“Hah- nngh~! Oh- OH BUBBYYYYY~!” She gasped into Umbra’s face and broke the kiss as you plunged into her, smashing against her vulnerable and tight cervix. Her experienced insides locked around you and undulated with wavering rings of constricting motion, stroking and nursing and goading you just to dump everylast cell of sperm right inside her.

“The King can’t get enough of you, Derpy~. You turn him into a beast whenever you present for him, Derpy~. There’s so little you can do now, isn’t there? All a poor, defenseless mare can do is just lay here and moan until he’s satisfied~.” Umbra and her buried their faces in one another, their hooves coming together in a uniquely female bond. Your work became hurried inside her, as the warmth and the wettness and the bouncing teat smacking against your abdominals were very quickly whittling down your patience. Derpy morphed from functioning mare to barely functional pillow as the steady beating escalated into a stiff and measured pounding. Your hips smacked in tremendous claps against her backside, the purpose-built padding of a fattening mare the optimal cushioning for such an ordeal. Internal muscles switched tactics from teasing and milking and kneading to simply remaining relaxed and loose for you, as the thrusting was simply too fast to hold onto for too long.

Powerful hands settled around the mares’ heads as you worked, an awning of inpenetrable human muscle lording over them. They stared up at you with their lips locked and their mouths twisted into sick grins of pleasure, especially the drooling and utterly infatuated pegasus. You could feel her grow hotter and hotter inside, the pulling walls of her needy pussy grinding and smearing against your sensitive shaft with undaunting duty and resiliance. The soul nearly left the infinite pools of her rolling and unfocused eyes when you repeatedly beat on her cervix, the firm end of her sopping wet canal squashing your pulsing and raw head deep inside her sloshing guts.

“OOH~! A- AAHNG~!!! BUBBY~! He’s so deep! Oh goodness- NNPH~!!! You feel so good! You feel so good breeding me, Anon~!” Derpy’s hooves jittered and gripped at the air as her mind was helplessly replaced with orgasm, the racking booms of ecstacey erasing whatever sense still remained in her goofy head. Her howls of overwhelming sensation couldn’t stop you for a second of course, as your own internal programming was now running on pure instict. Looking down at her, feeling the tendrils of fiery pleasure rocket up your spine and watching Umbra care for her all at once triggered certain things in the base of your skull. Ancient neurons responsible for thrusting your hips, churning your seed and holding your wife steadfastly by the chest were calling the shots now. However much you loved them both, however much you cherished these precious moments together, that higher and romantic process was completely untennable now. You were a monster simply in need of a wet and screaming hole to dump your seed inside of. And by all that was good in the world this hole was begging for a gush of cream.

“Surely you can’t last much longer, Darling~! You’ve been rutting his poor mare right into her climax and I haven’t seen one gasp of satisfaction from you!” Umbra giggled, stroking the orgasm rattled mare’s mane and cradling her utterly overwhelmed shape.

“How resiliant a stallion must be~! Even with a mare wrapped around his pride, screaming in need, needy as can be, he still hasn’t finished~!” She tittered and climbed atop the panicking Derpy, for your pace didn’t even slow after her rocking climax. She snapped around the dark Queen as she shrouded her in warm fur and soft flesh, submitting herself to the whims of a devious and horny wife.

“He needs some motivation, Derpy. The King needs some help to pump your sweet insides full~.” The Queen ran her tongue across the pointed daggers of her teeth as Derpy groaned and turned into little more than a ragdoll of meat and cum, simply laying there content as a dog as she was harshly fucked and bounced on human cock. Umbra obliged your fierce need with a curling back, her bulging backside smacking across your muscular undercarriage. She left a wetspot upon each contact, a fat smear of your steamy batter drawn in the shape of her heart-shaped ass. Initially unsure what she planned to do at first, the answer was revealed when the humming creature reached back and spread her leviathan, musky, femining backside for you.

“Oooooooh… d- do me next, Anonymous. Your Queen is so desperate~! Claim my tail hole as your own! Breed my tight backside and use me! Mmph, ooh, ah~! You’re so ready, just stick it in! Maul me, Sire~! My body is nothing but a toy for you~!” That was simply too much to bear. Watching your once controlled, elegant and polite wife bend over and play with her pucker was simply too much. Such a dirty and raunchy thing to do, such unctrolled words of pure desire thrown around for you. Her oozing gash deposited thick beads of alabaster fertility onto Derpy’s teats, the warm and bouncing mounds of flesh mirroring just how rubbery and soft her insides were. You could’ve finished just fine without this “help,” but something about it was simply maddening to behold. Umbra begging for love, begging to be mounted and bred in her own special, dirty little manner made you furious with need. She knew well enough that you loved mares enough to finish inside them just fine, but once her trained, experienced, muscular butthole was thrown into the mix it was a different kind of pleasure. Nothing pure, nothing loving and nothing that you would care to think you were capable of.

She wasn’t “helping you finish,” as she so boldly lied. She was milking from you a savage and raw orgasm that would no doubt increase your yield from average. An animal’s load, pumping into a submissive and helpless female in the wild where no holy eyes could behold. The thought of parting her ebony pucker around your manhood, hurting her for your own satisfaction, listening to the perverted music of a wide shaft stretching an unsuitable ring stirred something entirely different than love in you. Wild, fiery, sudden bursts lept up from the base of your spine and burst in your simple masculine mind, flicking the final switch and allowing the goodness to flow.

“Thaaaat’s it~. Breed her, My King~. Cum inside her and make her loyal to you~. Overflow her, drown her, impregnate this beautiful Queen!” Umbra hollered and pressed back against you with her full force, feeling each tremble of mighty climax quiver through you. Stalwart and eternal as your muscular form always seemed, climax made you weak as a paper wall. She felt each atom of strength drain and funnel straight through your cock in jets of pleasing slickness. Derpy kicked and sighed with the familiar weight of a human creampie settling inside her gut, the added mass crushing her body and soul into a comfortable niche. To be the pleasure center of a great creature, to be submissive and loved and fattened on cum was simply the pinnacle of sensation. She could write books, craft poems and sing thunderous songs about the joys of being utterly dominated and fucked out of her mind by a powerful human but none of it would come close to actually being there.

Staring Umbra in the face as she was made a mother again, grinding their bellies together and clamping their legs about one another, Derpy doubted she could ever reachs heights like this again. The mares pressed together and felt eachother’s process, they felt one another becoming greater than the sum of their parts. Part chemical and part biological, the swimmers now swarming inside them attacked a ready apex. Rounded orbs of life bundled into a single point were suddenly set upon by compatible genes, altered spears modified just enough to open the gates and get to work. Where they failed time and time again, finally now your boys pierced the veil of biology and sank their hooks into the deepest, most intimate parts of your wives. Quickly the process flooded their bodies with hormones and compounds and heat, idicating to anyone familiar with the signs exactly what was going on inside them. They transformed to beacons of warmth, paragons of softness and the epicenter of all that was good in the world. They smelled different, they moved different and by goodness they felt different.

Especially Umbra, who now knew a joy that was unparalled in all the world. She had seen entire armies burn before her, she had taken nations by her will alone and she had severed the heads from greast beasts bearing down upon her. But in light of becoming a mother, of being made fertile and loved and submissive, all that was dust. All the memories of being a Queen filtered away in her mind until only one word was left, the perfect word fashioned to be most pleasing to all living things.

Mother.

The afterglow proved quite intense, as you were thoroughly drained and your mares thoroughly stupefied. They trembled and shuddered and molded round you as everything collapsed into the void of energy your great breeding had left. In place of hurried heartbeats and racing thoughts, curled legs, gripping fingers and heaving chests rushed to fill the vacuum. You lay back with aching lungs and a raw manhood growing limp in the cool breeze of the hotel room, the sheets totally wrinkled and crushed and pulled apart under the ferocious fucking you had given the mares. They clamped onto you, embracing either side of your body with their oozing backsides splattering long lines of irregular paint across priceless comforters. Sucking for breath and holding them tight, staring up at the fabulous ceiling of gems and craftsmanship, you worried for a split second that perhaps this was all a dream.

A sesnation so mighty as this surely only came in the last gasp of life, just before the soul evacuated the body and moved onto the next plane. You stared so blankly in fear of blinking, as a momentary pause from this basking instance of satisfaction, of a job well done and a life well lived might just allow it to slip away. But all at once it solidified again when the mares kissed your cheeks, squeezing in from either side and letting out their own quiet little gasps of relaxation. Their chubby forms engulfed you surely as blankets, their overwhelming warmth and presence making you wish for an eternal sleep in a bed like this.

“I love you two…” You hummed, earning little giggles from the exhausted party. They braced tighter around you and smeared their bodies into yours, trying to bury you alive under their affection. Their breaths rushed over you in calming bursts of stormy relief, the cleansing embrace of loved ones pleased beyond all words. They couldn’t even craft some sound resembling words before they were finished, before they were completely without need of an addition to this perfection. The family was one. The family was fruitful.

The family was whole.

In that moment, Stoic Stone peered out of his den in a cautious movement of stiff fatigue. Staring out through the holes of his rotten cloak he spied the most curious sight- at least for this realm. White, pure light streaming into his hollow.

An usual aroma had stirred him awake in the womb of rock and iron below this hellscape’s skin, for it was so totally alien after centuries in this realm. Rather than the putrefaction of flesh, the deterioration of ancient temples and the musky bitterness of hope disolving, his nostrils burned at the flavor of sweetness. The calm, nurturing and relieving scent of fresh snowfall in the forest. Rousing from his sleep and taking a look from his burrow, the ancient creature could hardly beleive the reality he found himself in.

No more bloodswamps. No more biting trees of flesh gnashing their teeth. No more greenish clouds of brackish hatred raining bile on his back. Instead, bristling pinetrees as far as the eye could see. Fresh and powdery snow, the kind that came in the late autumn just as the harvest was finished. The tiniest hint of smoke climbing from a chimney and dissipating into the wind. He crawled from the grasping hole he called a home and felt his cloak fade away, replaced by his once brilliant and powerful armor. In an instant he was somewhere else entirely, somewhere that was foreign yet beautifully familiar. In his heart, no more guilt and crushing regret. Instead, replaced by the hope of coming home. The desire to warm his hooves by a fire. The satisfaction of a campaign finished and the anticipation of embracing his beloved.

A cabin in the woods glowing with the tangerine light of life inside the frosted windows, charms and effigies and apothecary supplies scattered on the stumps and on makeshift tables. Stepping through the snow, approaching this strange place, his soul nearly transcended when the loose-fitting door rattled open for him. Standing several paces away, his lip quivering and his eyes burning with relief, Stoic Stone beheld a young unicorn mare of the most stark ebony. Her smile banished the whipping wind rushing through the forest and her exhausted mother of grey fur replaced it all with desperate yearning.

“Daddy?” The filly asked into the wind, the duo of syllables rumbling the entire world around them. Stoic sniffled and gasped, the tears finally clawing from his eyes and falling to the snow like meteors.

“Y- yes… My most pure treasure…” He answered, the pleased and jubilated expression of his daughter assuring him a well deserved eternity in this peaceful place.

“Welcome home, My King.”