Author's Note

Sometimes I just feel the need for an uncomplicated classic.

Bonus 2

Bonus 2.
Never Gets Old.

Rushing back over the dried soil of this unusual land you called home, the soft and thinning rubber of your shoes beat a rhythmic marching music. A pounding heart powered you along this journey made short by your hurried pace, a promise of satiation banishing any fatigue you felt. Summer sun made storm clouds of sweat rush down your back and front alike, shrouding all of your being in a uniquely predatory funk. Ponies could sense it from a mile away, though the vast majority really wish they couldn’t.

The testosterone-fueled dash home came to a grinding halt just outside the front door of your little home, a slow pace necessary to remove your shoes and not crash through the door. You trundled inside with strained breaths and wild eyes, for the mixture of scents in the air was a dangerously empowering cocktail. Your own musk, the savory reek of cooking meat and the citrus-y hint of a needy mare. Swirling around you like flies pecking and drilling at your skull, the individual molecules conspired to make your gut groan for food and your heart snarl for “companionship.” Luckily, all of this was provided without charge or question in your humble abode.

Derpy dutifully saw to your care and prepared you a healthy, nourishing meal. She busied herself with a gleeful hum and an apron draped over her front in the kitchen, an open window allowing fresh air to circulate out all the excessive heat from her cooking. Ponies complained from time to time about the smell, but they might as well have complained to the wind for all the pegasus cared. If you wanted to eat dirt with a dressing of gravel and spit for seasoning, the grey pudge would prepare it for you all the same. Derpy adored nothing quite like being the most stereotypical wife she could imagine, right down to the joyful record of summer music playing on the phonograph and the blissful mood she so easily adopted.

“Whoa now! Do I smell salmon?!” You belted from the living room whilst wiping yourself down with a cotton towel. Derpy jumped slightly at the volume, but perked immediately upon hearing your tone. Her wings unfurled straight up to avoid bashing any pots or pans to the floor, her giddy hooves clopping right up to you. She answered the call to attention with prim and proper posture, a sweet grin accenting her presentation perfectly.

“Yessums, Bubby!” She yipped cheerily, her upright neck and hopeful eyes communicating just how exactly she wished to be paid for her work. Obliging her was effortless once you wiped the ample sweat from your brow and fixed the eye-burning embrace of sweat. Her lips were sweet and warm to the touch, just as they always were. And naturally, Derpy had to flourish the momentary embrace with the most girly noise she could muster.

“MWUAH!” She giggled, watching you like a dog as you trot into the kitchen and fully submerged yourself in the warm steam of cooking. You dug through the ice box for something to drink, drowning in the overwhelming and rare aroma of protein.

“Dang, Momma. Where’d you get that?” You huffed with sharp eyes focused on the massive steak of prepared flesh, a bedding of vegetables and glistening oil accenting the raw slab. Deprived of real meat for so long, your animalistic senses begged that you savaged it then and there before your lovely wife had a chance to cook it. But so long as your hands were filled with mugs of rejuvenating fruit juice, the urge could be suppressed.

“Big Mac brought it! Said he caught it just this morning and thought you’d like it.” Your wife worked like a machine as she spoke, sliding the tray of appetizing chow into the oven and slamming the door shut.

“Weird, didn’t know Big Mac could clean a fish.” You mentioned off-handedly, leaning back against the counter with your eyes dully falling to your wife again. The grey mountain of softness set her timer and checked her temperature again, obsessively ensuring your rare prize wouldn’t be ruined by negligence.

“Oh no, he brought it whole. I chopped it up just how you like!” You cocked an eyebrow as the pony turned to face you, a tentative gaze lingering towards the cutting board. Surely enough, the block was smeared with blood and etched with shallow channels from your fillet knife. A custom forged piece with a flexible blade no pony had ever needed before. The idea of gutting animals, draining their blood and removing their offal disgusted every pony you’d ever met, even Big Mac was unable to watch you prepare a wild-caught fish for cooking.

But it was highly apparent that- if it would please you- your wife would do just about anything. Derpy’s unfazed and casual look was fixed tightly on you, betraying just how little concern she gave when your satisfaction was on the line. Admittedly, it was almost uncomfortable to see her staring so intensely at you knowing she could expertly gut and clean a carcass with the same casual attitude she would have in cutting a letter open. Her unblinking, unmoving and unfaltering stare continued to burn a whole through your face however, demanding you respond with something to break the tension.

“What’re you lookin’ at, Mushy?” You spat coyly, sipping your icy drink and watching her giggle. Her wings fluttered somewhat as her tail lifted, two dead give-aways one after the other. She stepped closer and closer until her snout buried into your groin, the increasing pressure of her approach pushing it up and resting her chin right against your navel. Your shirt- despite being soaked with sweat and glued to your form- pulled up and folded against her lips, letting her drink in your taste and musk like a poisonous wine.

“Mmmmh… nothin’.” She answered unhelpfully, the slight wag in her tail communicating just how needy she was. You could feel her breaths pick up in speed and intensity, her body demanding more oxygen and her mind more of your smell. A hand gracefully landed against the side of her face and cupped her cheek, the touch making her already skewed eyes roll further out of control.

“Weh… nnph…” She grunted and hummed as you touched and pet her so tenderly, her hooded stare begging for masculine attention.

“If we have some fun, my chow won’t burn. Right?” Derpy barely responded, her already simple and easily distracted mind shrouded in the release of feminine pleasure. Her eyes closed lazily as your thumb worked circles against her cheek, an affirming groan leaving her throat when she suckled your digit and kissed it wetly.

“Mh-hm…” Hot breaths rushed out around your hands in puffs of excitement. A heady and thick excitement that infected the mind like a sickness. It compelled you to certain actions, begged you fulfill will of this needy and controlling mare. Already you could feel its tendrils sink into you, a silent order to stiffen pressing your manhood against the inside of your sodden shorts and against Derpy’s throat. She reacted in turn, tensing up for but a moment and letting out a girly gasp.

“Hahn! Hmmmmph…” Her voice refused to make coherent words in the face of such a spire, a beautiful and turgid obelisk for her to please and submit herself to. Backing away just enough to get a good look, Derpy beheld the tent twitching and twitching toward her with an accusing bounce to it. You pointed at her, ordaining the mare as the one who would cure you of this itchy, irritating need.

“Oh my goodness Bubby…” She huffed dreamily and pressed herself against you, drowning herself in your overwhelming and toxic masculinity. The alien and intense scent rushed through her mind and gummed up each gear it came across, shutting down entire sections that were deemed unnecessary for the task ahead. You leaned back and braced against the counter, gripping the wood so tight it croaked in protest.

“Mmph, weh… y- you smell so- MH! So good!” Her words hiccupped and failed when your hips grinded against her face, smearing her with the same dirty motions you intended for her backside. Slight rolls and tiny gyrations may as well have been devastating slaps to the mouth for your horny wife, as she reacted just the same to both. Her face flushed with excited blood and reddened to a ridiculous extent, her eyes rolling and twitching about as your shaft pressed between them. You reveled in watching her nostrils flare, her tongue lull and her mouth water for you. A human male, so rare and special. All hers. However she wanted it, Derpy would get it.

“Haah… you’re a good wife, Derpy. A very good momma.” You goaded with a hand combing through her mane. Such sappy words spoken with such honesty made her focus on you, worship you. The entire world fell to pieces for the pegasus, leaving only you and her in the moment.

Just how she liked it.

“My pretty, pudgy, loyal, hard working wife. My sexy baby maker. My good little Derpy always takes care of me.” These things you said made her insane with need. You bruised her with such overwhelming praise of pleased language, melting away any sense of restraint or honor Derpy might’ve had. She was feeling her purpose power through her thoughts again, the innate and eternal purpose pre-ordained for her at birth. To be your wife, to be your mare, to Mother your children and to own your love. She didn’t need to work for it, Derpy never demanded exchange for your dedication to her. But she regardless strived for your attention like it might disappear any moment.

As such, it was entirely reasonable for her to peel your shorts down with her teeth and press your shaft against her face. Hardening flesh smeared against the plushness of her cheeks and pulled at her lips, marking her with swipes of steamy moisture. She was painted on her most public spot with your essence, your dominance and your ability. Harsh pheromones sank into her fur like paint sticking to rough wood, assuredly lingering for all the mares in town to gawk and complain at. Unbothered by this public display and drunk off your need, the pegasus kissed and slobbered on you with little coordination.

She was no porn star, no trained practitioner of debauchery. Just a wife fueled by fiery passion and a need to please. Her little kisses and slobbery licks on your cock were just a formality, a show of her loyalty and willingness to work for her fun. But after such a drawn-out display of need and with a clock ticking in the back of your mind, such pleasantries were quickly refused. You grabbed her chin and brought her attention back to reality, even if your cock draped over an eye and blinded the poor mare.

“C’mon… up ‘n at ‘em.” You commanded simply, earning a flustered smile and an audible wink from her rear. She danced on her hooves for but a moment as you reached down for her, taking your soft wife into your arms and lifting her with ease. She went without protest, her soft body happily bending to your whim the moment you asked. Off the floor and onto the kitchen island, you senselessly knocked off almost everything standing there. Things clattered and clacked against the wood below, the ear-piercing volume completely unable to faze through intense breeding haze.

“Mmph! Eh, nnngh…” Derpy only let out hushed little whimpers and grunts as you set her on her belly, the plush curves of a portly mare supporting her body at the perfect height for a spirited loving. Truth be told, when you were building parts of this kitchen, this exactly situation was what you had in mind. Her rump, fat and round and heavy and warm, hovered at the perfect level of your groin. Visitors and Dinky often wondered exactly why only one of the side of the island had a scalloped edge. But you never told them it was for nesting your wife's round belly as you pounded her puffy cunt. That was a trade secret held just between you and her.
Oozing lips glistened in the harsh sunlight of a summer afternoon, mixing with the natural warmth of a running oven until the sweat you had broken exercising came right back with a passion. Laying there vulnerable- helpless even- to your desire made Derpy prickle with lust. Her useless legs kicked somewhat as she adjusted against the wooden slab making up the kitchen island, both of them instinctively spreading for what was to come. Her back curved for you as your hands nestled on either side of her shoulders, the glint of a simple wedding band flashing with brilliance in the sunlight.

“No funny business. No messing around.” You hissed into her ear, kissing her sugary entrance with your end. Contact made noise from both ends of your pony bride, her voice calling out in unrestricted delight and her chubby lips slurping around your girth. Derpy seized as you pressed and slipped against her winking flower, her soft and welcoming insides already relaxed and loose for you to fall inside of.

“No, no, no!” She answered giddily, nearly singing it in pure exuberance.

“Just rump-bumps! Just baby making!” She demanded as she had so many times, the delightfully simple mare equally as straightforward with her lovemaking. You weren’t about to protest feeling sweet Derpy’s body wrapped around yours once more, not in a million years would you deny such a privilege. Grinding and sliding against her sopping wet opening made for quite the nasty music ringing out in the kitchen, your thick shaft purposely exciting her already engorged and puffy cunt.

“You wanna make a foal, Mushy? Want me to put another bun in this big, chubby oven?” Derpy squealed and flapped her wings with aggressive need, her pair of wedding rings shining from each wings’ knuckle.

“Yes, yes, YES!” She yipped at a volume far from appropriate, her voice most likely alerting the neighbors to exactly what was going on in that kitchen.

“Give me more, Poppy! Gimme babies, please, please, please! Oooooh goodness, hump me all you like! I wanna be big with your babies again, Anon!” Derpy’s babbled words powered the last push into her, an injection of high-octane gas straight into your engine that overcame her minimal resistance. With one smooth motion you both had practiced countless times before, your manhood sank inside her silky soft and oozing cavern. The slightest squelch of affection gushing out of her rattled the room, buried beneath the torrent of moans and whimpers and whines Derpy let out each time she was penetrated. The first rush of fullness, the excitement of another breeding beginning and the giddiness of a potential pregnancy floored her to no end. Her eyes would straighten as your cock slurped inside and stretched her rubbery walls, the spongy grip she exerted on you immediately working terrible magic on your stamina.

“Meh- EEEK~!!! Anon! Ooh, oooh Poppy~!” Derpy fiddled her hooves about whilst you started this process again, a steady and shallow loving good to get her nice and rhythmic with your affection. Your shaft pulled halfway out before sliding back inside of her in a succinct motion, not a second spent still when your wife was so clearly in dire need. Her hot and molten insides bent and swirled and undulated around you, a suction quickly forming. Derpy’s pussy truly had a mind of its own. It pulled when you pulled, it rippled when you were seated inside. Hitting her cervix on your particularly deep thrusts made her clench up like a filly in heat, nearly ripping your manhood off and keeping it for herself. Her tendency to call you by such a patrimonial name formed after Dinky was born, the filly's affinity for calling you such apparently hopping to her Mother with ease. It was difficult not to love it, especially when you could so easily pull the same trick on her and heighten her pleasure.

“Rrrrrng~ That’s it, Momma. Stay nice and still for me. Lemme fill you up.” She squealed at the title so fitting for her, the chubby pegasus heaving and twitching with release as you bred her. Clapping hips soon morphed into a lurid drum beat of affection, your dick plunging inside her with a hurried and calculated motion. From tip to base you moved in an even motion that had taken years to master. Her looser and softer love made it nearly impossible not to slip out, Derpy’s accommodating insides holding you not with suffocating tightness, but a trained vacuum that would pop each time you accidently fell out of her wet embrace.

“Hah- hnng- MMNH! Y- Y- Y- Yes Poppy! Mmmh! Nnf, I love you, Anon! I love- EEK!” Your poor wife couldn’t even spit out her words in the melee of gyrating hips and grinding affection. Each concussive slam of your body against her shattered another synapse in her mind. Every time your throbbing head kissed her clenched gasket another piece of her flew off like shrapnel from a bomb blast. And when your fingers curled around her legs, her fate was sealed. A grip like this could only mean one thing when a horny human was pounding her backside.

Derpy couldn’t banish the smile from her snout as you slammed home inside of her, pressing yourself to your base and rocking the island with your stiff thrusts. Her ass jiggled and cushioned your every move, dampening the already sharp slaps of busied fucking. The mare’s mind was awash with needs and wants, all of them revolving around the gift of your fertile and fresh seed.

Heaviness, fullness, fulfilment, motherhood. She wanted them so badly. She wanted them with you and no other living creature. Kings or dukes or barons or businessmen were worthless to Derpy. Their spawn- however beautiful and pure as they might’ve been- were wasteful excess in her mind. She wanted YOUR children. Derpy wanted to be YOUR wife. She was THE mare that Anonymous the human came home and made love to every night. A wave of affection carried her to familiar heights as your animalistic fucking built on itself, grinding teeth forcing much of your dirty talk into a growled and grunted state.

“Rrgh! Aaaugh, Momma! Oooooh jeez, Momma you feel so good. You’re doin’ great! Just hang in there a little- GHK!!! LONGER!” Veins pulsed and throbbed in your neck, bulging outwards with rivers of energized blood gushing straight from the heart to your “working” areas. Everything was put into breeding this mare, this incompatible creature you loved so dearly. Derpy was your fantasy and your love, a perfect combination you could never tire of being with. You felt so natural inside her, like her pussy was a specially crafted home for your cock to burrow inside of. Everything about her was right, from texture to feel to noise to aroma. You wanted to give her everything she wanted. You were going to devote every last tiny shred of your energy to pleasing her.

“Inside, inside, inside! Please inside! Bubby- OOH~!!! Inside Momma! Put a baby in Momma!” Her legs clenched together as the pressure became unbearable inside her belly, the bubbling force firing back out of her as your manhood crashed inside and settled comfortably. Flaring walls locked you into place surely as a nut would a bolt, forbidding you to leave until your duty was fulfilled. Derpy’s orgasm turned her into a smoldering pit of white-hot flesh and squeezing walls purpose-built for harvesting your gift. Trapped inside her and unwilling to budge even an inch, your body reacted naturally as it always had.

Crushing pressure surged inside your boys and forced out jets of hot, creamy, thick batter for her to work with. squirting through her tight cervix, Derpy’s experienced womb caught ample amounts of your essence and stored it safely inside. She trembled and shook as the smothered process took place, perfect balance struck between nursing your cock for more and squeezing it with pleasing heat. Her heartbeat was stimulation enough to keep your orgasm going, a mind bending pleasure shooting through every fiber of your being on each organic tick. You nearly bruised her legs crushing them between your fingers, heaving breaths crashing over her head as her slack and limp body turned your powerful form into goo. She was in control now, totally manipulating you and your body to her tune however she so pleased.

Hunched over your wife and gasping for breath, buried inside her pussy and sweating like a pig, you were drained entirely. Derpy was likewise exhausted, sucking for breath and craning her neck to look you in the eye. Her amber iris brought back some hint of reality from the void of orgasm submerging you both, a soft kiss reviving the emotional affection in this physical tangle.

“Haahnng… Poppy…” She gasped into your face, earning herself another flurry of sloppy and passionate kisses. She licked your chin in appreciation of your efforts, your hands stroking and rubbing her back to do the same.

“Hff… hhhng… I think I came in your brain, Momma. Lordy.” You snickered in exasperation, adoring the little laugh she shared. Your length slid out of her only once she allowed it, all her muscles relaxing at once so you could fall free and drip onto the floor.

“Momma feels full…” She mumbled, her body scooped up in your arms and carted away from the busy kitchen.

“She looks full.” You added quietly, nestling her upstairs in your bedroom to avoid scarring your poor daughter whenever she and Umbra returned. Derpy kicked and grinned sweetly when you kissed her rotund gut, the bulgy nature of it due to diet, rather than any pregnancy. (Unfortunately)

“I’ll be back in a few. Gotta shower this... funk off and have some lunch.” Derpy giggled and lay back against her soft sheets for a moment, basking in the afterglow of such a wonderful aspect of life. She sighed and rested a hoof against her chest, breathing in the sweet summer air streaming through the bedroom window.

“Fffffffuck that dick is so fire…” She huffed to herself.

“You say something, Mushy?” You quipped from the door frame, only a step within ear-shot of the blasted wife you just bred.

“Ehm… nothing Bubby.”