Equestria Handyman

Looking through her balcony Jolene saw her unhappy citizens at the castle gate, with banners demanding the king do something about the recent attacks and what he intended to do with the deaths and messages aiming for his head.

After Bash's body was discovered there was little more the king could do to hide his sin, and how his actions just brought a monster to their doorstep. By sheer miracle Celestia and her own army didn’t march into the city joining the mob, thanks to her dealing with any information but she knew it was just a matter of time. They too would be aiming for their heads.

Walking into another room he saw her husband looking at the dead bodies of his generals with his head hanging low.

“It is done.” Jolene says with neutrality. “Our people have officially turned against us.”

“Leave me alone.” Midas replies.

“Sure, I might as well do so, it’s not like you will listen to me, I warned you. I told you to leave them in peace, control, or not. That human earned his right for a reason, but your stubbornness just couldn’t let it go and now you birthed a monster after your head, so congratulations.”

He didn’t reply, and just kept staring at the dead bodies in front of him.

“How good is your strength now? Kind of empty when all you have left are muscles aren’t you.”

Having had enough he snaps back at her and slaps her in the face. Yet Jolene didn’t flinch, and only glared at him. “You might as well sleep someplace else, Mark marches through that door, and knocks, believe me I will open for him.”

He doesn’t respond and turns back to his generals as Jolene marches to her room, and lets go of the tears she was holding as she cleans her face with a towel in their bathroom.

Managing to calm down, she just rests on her bed and tries to somehow forget what happened, closing her eyes momentarily only to open them when she feels a hand on her mouth and sees Mark staring back at her.

“Don’t scream.” He orders her with neutrality as she nods and stays quiet when he removes his hand to let her sit.

“I have seen your handy work, you have been busy, haven’t you?”

“I’m sorry things spiraled like this.” Mark looks down in genuine shame. “I didn’t mean to drag you or your kingdom into my quest.”

“Please.” she shakes her head “My idiot husband brought us all into this.” She sighs and looks at him in sorrow. “I am genuinely sorry for what happened to your herd, they all seemed to be such nice and kind mares. For you to turn into this monster…I can only imagine how much they meant to you.”

“They did.” He nods, looking away. “When he killed them, it also killed my compassion and humanity, that is why I just can’t stop, not until he is gone. That is why I need you to send a message.”

“You are gonna rape me aren’t you?” She asks with content, catching the human completely by surprise and confusion in how calm she was taking everything, even to the point that she was even smiling.

“I understand.” She removes the sheets of the bed revealing how she was now wearing her bra and panties, and was spreading her legs. “Go ahead, just get it over with.“

“I…no Queen Jolene, that is not what I meant.”

“Huh?” She looks back at Mark confused and even slightly disappointed by his tone of voice.

“Then why are you here?”

“I want you to tell Midas that we will finish this back where we started and if he doesn’t arrive I will come back and drag his sorry carcass out of bed and parade his body all over town, naked to kill any remaining pride he has left.” He says with finality.

“He will not listen.” She says in disappointment. “He hasn’t listened to anything I have to say in years, and this is what I receive if I insist.” She shows him the handprint on her cheek, shocking the human as she shed some tears.

“His own wife.”

“That is why I’m suggesting the rape, he will not listen normally but if his pride is on the line he might pay more attention in fact.” She places her hand on top of his. “I insist.”

“Queen Jolene I don’t…I don’t know if I can even perform at this point, you realize what is happening, I will…I will kill him”

“Trust me you would be doing us all a favor” She smiles and pats his cheek. “He was right about one thing, you know? I was jealous, but not of Celestia, I was jealous of your herd, of what you all have, to be someone so attentive, so kind. Someone that really knows the true face of strength.”

“The true face of strength?”

“The idea of power isn’t a show of strength but bravery and mental determination to not be afraid of showing vulnerability, real strength doesn’t come from muscles, or brains or wits, it comes from within and by having inner peace in your soul and mind. Midas once thought that too, but I’m afraid the Minotaur I once married is long gone by now.”

“I’m so sorry.” He mentions in sorrow, as he grabs her hand, and she whips to look at him. “Mark…I’m scared, that monster I don’t want to be near him anymore, please, if not for me, at the very least as a way to atone for what my king has done to you.” She lets go, and lays on the bed.

“Take me and even if temporarily let me relieve some of the pain you carry with you, don’t let that fury consume you like it did with Midas.”

Looking at the poor Queen in front of him, Mark was at a loss of words not really sure what to do, of even if this was the correct thing to do, he still holds some morals, he had a code to uphold and never break a marriage, but hers, the type of relationship presented to him. Deep inside he knew it would be way crueler just to leave her alone.

With renowned determination he nods and takes off his shirt, before looming over her. “I will not because of anger, revenge or show of pride.” He declares holding her cheek and for the first time in forever he smiles at her. “It will be a show of affection, and love.”

With teary eyes she was surprised when he gently kissed her lips, not demanding anything, and lightly asking for permission with his tongue which she quickly granted, deepening the kiss and embracing him feeling at peace and calm, a sensation that she hadn’t had the pleasure of having in a long time.

Feeling adventurous Mark began to explore her body and caress each part with care and delicacy stopping momentarily when he hears moans of approval, and light gasps when he finds the right place to touch, as she starts to work on removing his pants.

Stopping at her abs, he remains there for a while, until Jolene breaks the kiss and holds his head. “It’s ok Mark, I know what you want, go ahead.”

With a nod he starts to kiss and lightly nibble her neck, while with one hand approaches her bra from the front, releasing her massive tits for him to play, and suckle with gusto, finding out that her nipples were inverted yet that isn’t a deterrent as he continue with his administration enacting some light moans from her. “Ah…ah I have sensitive…n-nipples, so please b-be gentle.”

She requests, and silently listening, he is delicate and kind to her touch, earning more moans of approval as they slowly pop and his prizee is reached when milk starts to pour out.

The taste at first is alien to him, but then he soon remembers it and is thankful to have the chance to feel it once more, as her milk reminds him a bit of Milky, hard to describe but never the less delicious, and almost addictive, as tears flow from his eyes in both sorrow and joy.

“Shh it ok, I feel your pain please, just picture me as them, let me help you remind you of them.” Jolene coos, patting his head as he continues to drink, not wanting the sensation to end and filling him with joy and the desire to reciprocate her actions.

With one free hand he explores south and starts to look for her other prize, serpentining its way inside her panties and making their way through her pubs.

“Oh…oh! M-messie, I…just a…I’m n-not trimmed!” Her accent starts to show more as his fingers reach deeper until they reach the goal and he smiles.

“It’s ok, I love all types” Mark replies with a calm smile. “And now I want to help you remember something else.”

With his index and middle finger in a hook he drives in slowly letting the sensation sink in as Jolene holds a gasp and then her voice disappears the moment Mark touches her G spot.

“Consider this my thanks, Jolene, I know I can’t be as big as Midas but something tells me he hasn’t taken care of your cravings…”

“By the great labyrinth! What is this sensation?!” Grabbing him with all of her arms Mark was shocked at how loud her approval was. “M-Mesie! Mesie plead. Whatever you do, please don’t stop!” She begs with a rolling up of her eyes and lolling out tongue surprising Mark as he complies and gets to work faster and harder as her lower hands work desperately to remove his pants and then start to give him a hand job while her other hands hug and massage his back and head.

Getting a renewal of vigor he gets to work, even harder and playing with her now erect nipples until she can’t take anymore and finally cums with power arching her back and bellows a strong moan.

Chuckling lightly Mark lets go of her pussy and admires his now soaking hand.

“Sorry I should have taken the panties off first.” He apologies noticing how she was drenched down there before she tackles him into bed until he was on his back and she hold his shoulder with hearts in her eyes as her other arms remove the piece of fabric “Enough dilly dally, now take me like one of your mares, mark me as one of yours. Fill me with love.” She starts to kiss him repeatedly as she lines his dick up. As he goes with the flow and reciprocates until his tip touches her entrance, freezing her in place.

“Ready?” He asks, grabbing her hips, as she nods eagerly and without needing more encouragement brings her down, hilting inside as she gasps.

“Oh Jolene you're tight inside.” Mark gasps in delight “I have forgotten how good it feels to be inside a lady, thank you so much.”

“N-No messie” She shivered and bit her lower lip, ridding the sensation as well. “Thank YOU” Looking down she stares at Mark with want.

“Bigger than you? HA! Midas wishes.” She proclaims with satisfaction. “If I wasn’t jealous of your herd before.” She goes down and starts kissing him passionately. “Oh please don’t go now, I can’t live without this, if…I could ask can I join your love nest too?” She asks drunk in lust, enjoying the sensation even more, while Mark caresses her rock hard ass with care, preventing himself from slapping her.

“Yes! Yes! Explore my body, map it completely! Oh the stars I love your hands, I love the sensation of them all over me, keep touching me, touch every part of me.” She voices her ecstasy and soon they both start to move their hips over and over again, getting lost in the moment.

Getting an idea and after shooting another load inside her once her third orgasm reaches. He gently guides her to be on all fours so he could take her from behind.

“Oh la la, this is a new position, oh ah…what are you doing?” She questions when he lifts one of her legs. “Just wanted to try something.” Mark says with a smirk, as he begins, earning a yelp from her in approval. “Oh my! It…It’s even reaching deeper!”

“It's ok Jolene, just voice your content, no need to hold back.” Marks informs her. Getting the idea right away and loving it she does that and starts to scream at the top of her lungs.

“Oh MARK! YOU BEAST, YOU MAGNIFICENT BEAST!”

Midas starts to hear that from another room, and gets startled from it.

“YES, YES PLEASE KEEP GOING, FUCK THIS SIMPLE QUEEN, OH MY! YOU ARE WAY BETTER THAN MY USELESS HUSBAND, YES!

They get the desired effect and after a while Midas and his guards burst through the room yet Mark keeps going with a smile as Jolene was on cloud nine. Heart shaped pupils heavily dilated. Tongue lolled out to the side. And looked completely fucked out of her mind.

“JOLENE!” He yells in anger, before looking furiously at Mark.

“Wow, Midas shame on you, the poor queen seems like she didn’t had any action in years, did you even bother to consummate your vows!”

“AH!” Yelling in fury he was about to strangle him, but Mark teleports the two away, making him fall in a puddle of their juices as he appears next to them. Mark held her hips while she was recovering.

“Sorry Midas, but I think you and the queen need some time apart.” He vanishes once more.

“Oh! Almost forgot.” He touches their closet. “Can’t leave without this.” He takes all of her clothes leaving a deep hole in the wall as they hear his laughter, in the piece of wall now missing with concrete the king could read. ‘Top of the loser pit, in a week. Alone.’

Back at Mark's refuge on top of a clock tower where nobody would bother looking in particular on how it was abandoned and there wasn’t a door to be used, the human gently placed the queen on his bed and let her rest and recover her breath.

Once the adrenaline dies down, he sits next to her. “Queen Jolene, thank you so much, I…I know this might have been a bit humiliating for you, but with any luck no one else heard you.” He grabs her hands and kisses them with care.

Meanwhile in Manehattan various ponies had to stop and look in the distance in confusion. While knowing mares smile and nod, thinking someone got really lucky now.

“Humiliating? Mark dear, I think I’m gonna make mares all over the globe green with envy.” She proclaims cheerfully. “Oh, thank you so much for that.”

“It was my pleasure. I loved every second of it as well, y-you made me remember something I thought I had lost forever.” He started to tear up, “Sorry for kidnapping you, I just couldn’t bear the thought of you being alone a second more with that monster.”

Tearing up she brought him into a kiss. “My hero.”

“Queen?”

“Shh, shh, no more sorrows, my dear human.” He brought him into bed with her. “Now let Miss Jolene take all that pain away.”

Pulling the covers on top, she brought him closer to her chest so they could resume where they left off.

A week later

Standing on top of the pit, Mark sighs and mentally prepares, taking a glance at the Queen who was currently in a cage suspended just like Mark was back then. A show of fear mostly, with how he placed a slide and bed underneath her in case she was dropped.

Putting him at ease somewhat, in how cooperative she has been, and surprisingly on board with the plan for his final fight.

“Fucking Christ, what the hell am I doing?” Mark questions himself looking down. “Jolene just…just go, this is just ridiculous, I don’t want to use you as bait, just for that bastard to show I want him dead, but this…this is just wrong.”

“It is way too late to back down now Mark.” Jolene counters, “Whatever happens, this is necessary, at the very least so he can see exactly what he made and when he started this mess.”

“It kind of sucks, doesn't it? And even depressing he is your husband and yet…this, I don’t know how to feel about taking things too far”

“Mark.” Jolene looks at him in pity, but is interrupted when she notices Midas’ carriage fast approaching, making the human sigh. “Looks like you are right, it’s just too late to back down.” He smiles and she could see him clearing a tear.

“For what is worth, I will always treasure you taking some of the pain away, even if it was fleeting.” Mark smiles at her before his smile gets replaced with a frown as he sees the king in question arrive carrying not only his gauntlets but decked fully in what was most likely prize weapons fully intended to put an end to him personally.

“Irony is a bitch, isn’t it Midas?” Mark calls at him as he stops in front of him. “I remember how I was in Jolene's place not too long ago, naive, wide-eyed, still believing this trip would be great.”

He looks around and sighs. “Right before your goons killed my herd.”

He lightly chuckles and shakes his head. “That night, I remember you saying something about how losers don’t deserve anything, tell me what do you call a loser that made you his bitch?”

He threw an ax at him which he barely dodged. “Ah, that sure touched a nerve, didn’t it king? Good, now you are starting to know how I feel.”

“Midas please, stop this madness.” Jolene calls from her cage. “Don’t you see? This has lost all meaning, we lost, Mark is more than worthy, he killed everyone! What more proof do you need?”

“This isn’t about being worthy or not!” Midas finally speaks, raising his hand as the ax flies back to him. “It's about settling a score! For generations my race feared yours, when one of your scrawny ancestors killed the very first Minotaur.”

“Wait, what?” Mark looks at him in shock, and Jolene for answers, but unfortunately before she could say anything Midas went on the offensive again.

“I will not fall like the first king! I will avenge our race! The human race will not take anything else from us EVER again!” He keeps screaming, lashing out with his ax, which seems to have a mind of its own, since no matter how much he runs, Mark keeps just barely dodging it.

“Are you freaking kidding me!? You torture me, hunt me like a dog, kill my marefriends, because of some ancient history of a duel?!” Mark yells in rage.

“It is about the principle, but what do you know? Your race is known for just TAKING!”

Firing strange rays, the king makes him move slowly and lands a series of punches before time returns to normal and he teleports the two into the air where Mark gives him a suplex and rushes away before he could counter.

No matter what the other tries, each hit is responded to with a counter, preventing anyone from landing a proper hit, as Mark punches even with all of his preparation barely making him flinch and despite his additional arms and force, the king just can’t keep up with his speed, and even when trying to slow down the human, he just keeps barely dodging, turning the fight into a duel of stamina, to which the human was quickly losing as he needed to move even more.

“Ha, just like before, even with all your tricks, your gadgets, and your wits, you are not a match for me, human. My mistake was letting you breathe when I should have crushed you where you stood. I will not repeat the same mistake!” Thinking fast he throws his ax into the air guiding him with a series of slow motion ray into the direction of his returning ax that hit his mark on the human back and sent him flying toward the king as he grabs hold of his wrist and takes both gauntlets away from him before crushing them and grabbing the ax from it, he tosses Mark into the air.

“No more tricks!” As he recovers he swings down and almost chops the human in two as he destroys his chest plate and kicks him to the edge of the cliff as Midas laughs in victory.

“Looks like you are running out of toys.” He eyes his legs and spins his ax “What to do next human, no force, no tricks, and only one treasure left. Should I cut your legs off like you did Clash, maybe rip open your stomach, or simply smash your head open? Ha, perhaps I will do all 3.”

Shaking from the shock and adrenaline Mark hold a slight cut on his stomach, and sees some blood on his palm before making it into a fist and glares at Midas.

“Why don’t you run? Human? The only thing you are good for now, Run and never show your pathetic face here.”

Ignoring his taunts, he closes his eyes, and looking at his pants he pulls out a couple of iron brass knuckles, that he puts on the final treasure he made in preparation.

“Oh what is this? One final trick?” Midas chuckles “Let's see it then, let see what you can do with just a pair of brass knuckles!” The king taunts, launching the ax at him with all his might.

In that moment time seems to slow down as Mark keeps breathing slowly as he reel his right arm back tensing all of his muscles calming his mind as much as possible as he focuses all of his rage into his fist.

Seconds before the ax hits, he moves his fist forward connecting with the blade of the weapon as time resumed and at the speed of a bullet he punch it back at Midas in pieces as the head chop his outstretched arm in two leaving half of his arm connected while the other falls down onto the ground, as the hilt of the ax lay embedded in his shoulder.

The action happens so fast that both King and Queen need to process what was happening, but when it does Midas slowly looks at the injury, and then yells in both horror and shock at what Mark did, holding his bloody injury and kneeling down.

Jolene remembers how the previous week Mark has been putting his body to the utmost limit, by eating meat, training daily, and practicing punching the air from dawn to dusk just in preparation for this day, as he runs back to Midas with his fist ready.

Recovering from the shock, Midas, now enraged tries to swing his arm at him but Mark dodges underneath and gives him an upper cut right into his stomach, lifting him into the air briefly before grabbing his body and spinning him around before kicking his back with power destroying his chest armor front and back.

Rushing, Mark keeps his assault going, as the King can’t do anything, but to guard his frame against each of his hits, hitting like a freight train, breaking his guard and exposing his face for a direct hit, that sends him tumbling back, and raise his leg for Mark to pick up, and spin around before launching him into the air. Where he jumps after him, and lifting his leg kicks his stomach back to the ground raising a veil of dust. As he fell, Mark was preparing another strike only to freeze in the air and start to gently float down as Midas slowly stood up with his left arm raised showing how in the palm was a crystal from the blast were he had been launched, while his other arms were helping him stand and clean the blood on his face as as he spits blood.

“No.” Jolene says accidentally, voicing her worry.

“Fucking monster, die already!” Grabbing his fist he rams him into the ground dislocating his arm before launching him to the edge, which he would have fallen over, if he hadn’t grabbed hold of the ground and slowed his momentum, leaving a trail of finger grooves and blood as he was left hanging from the edge.

Still under the effects of the slow motion, Mark could only glare as Midas approached, matching his expression and panting like crazy. “Why don’t you fall already!” Lifting his hoof he was fully intended to smash his fingers when the effects ended and Mark catapults himself up headbutting his leg making Midas lose his balance, as Mark lands behind him and bring his neck into a choke hold as his free hand grabs one of his horns applying pressure until eventually he rips the horn free, making him scream in pain. And before he could retaliate he launched it right into his crotch impaling and obliterating his genitals. As he thrashes on the floor, giving the chance to step on his right leg breaking it in the process.

He was about to press the horn deeper when he made time slow again, and grabbing as much strength as possible grabbed his frame and hugged him tight with the intention of breaking Mark in half.

“I'm gonna snap you like a twig!” He keeps adding pressure, as the sound of bones starting to break could be heard as Mark slowly screams until the effects end.

“No, Midas! This time I…will break you!” Mark proclaims extending and opening his hand up keeping his fingers close together before bringing them down right into his shoulder stabbing his arm in the process and then twist as flesh and bones could be heard ripping and moving, accompanied immediately after by the scream of pain and horror of the King, as he let him go. Grabbing the flesh with his fingers and supporting against his frame with his legs. Mark started to pull back and forward until his other arm got loose as Midas spun around trying to recover from the shok. Grabbing the glove Mark points it at him and makes time slow down for the King as he pants, and stumbles his way up, he pants bringing the arm with him.

Freezing in the moment, Mark keeps looking at him with blood lust in his eyes as he bring the king arm up and ram it into his crotch deepening the wound over and over again until with one final strong upper cut, Mark sent him flying away with his arm elbow deep in the hole that once was his dick.

The final action making him fall down and making him more aware of his own injuries and how little strength he had left.

“You…can’t win!” Midas proclaims, using his still intact arms to crawl to him. “You are just a scrawny, broken…human!”

“I know.” Marks says, looking down, holding his arm. “But I’m the human that broke you.” He smiles and then hears a howling behind the two, surprising Jolene.

“Mark, what is happening, this wasn’t part of the plan.” She yells, trying to escape the cage but it doesn't budge.

“I know, that was part of the plan too. Don’t worry about it.” Getting tears in his eyes, he closes them and leans back. “I never intended to win in the first place, just…pull the lever on the roof.”

Jolene looks up where indeed there was a lever.

“That will unhook the cage and send you down the slide, key is there for you to leave.”

“What?” She looks at him in horror.

“Bash was right, I was just a human with a death wish, I simply wanted to take care of something first.” Looking to the distance he sees a pack of wolves fast approaching.

“Looks like we are both losers, eh Midas? And like you said, losers only serve one purpose.”

“No…no, no this isn’t happening!” Midas yells in fear as the beasts close in on him, licking their lips and showing their fangs.

“No, stay away from me…stay away! No…no!” He tries to defend himself but with so much blood lost, one arm for a dick, and one broken leg, it was a lost cause as the wolves attack and start to rip his flesh and start devouring the King as the Queen desperately tries to undo the locks.

“Mark no, please snap out of it, you can still win.”

“I don’t have a reason to do so now, Jolene, without my herd, life just doesn’t have meaning.” He says dejectedly.

“What about Celestia, what about the Princesses!” She calls to him, with tears in her eyes. “What about us? Don’t we mean anything to you?”

He stays quiet for a moment as the wolves surround him as well.

“Is this what your herd would have wanted?!” She yells at him, catching his attention. “They loved you didn’t they? It was heartbreaking how they had to say goodbye, but do you think any of them would have wanted you to just give up like this? To leave us alone…to just let this kid have a life without a father.”

Startled, he slowly turns to look at her in shock, as she slowly smiles and nods, holding her belly.

“Father…I…I’m gonna be a father?” He chuckles lightly and looks up to see the wolves bare their fangs at him, only to yelp, and stay back when he growls at them with an intense glare. “LEAVE, NOW!”

Surprised, they jump back and scramble around, before running away carrying the corpse of the King with them.

Once the danger was gone, he broke the floor and picked up a rock to launch at the cage, breaking the lock and letting Jolene escape, as she rushed towards him.

“Jolene…why didn’t you tell me?” Mark questions as she hugs him.

“I was planning too.” She says with tears of joy. “You big dummy! You.” She gently lifts him into the air. “Come sweetie, there is a mess to fix and explanations to give.”

“This doesn’t mean I’m now the King does it?”

Jolene laughs and shakes her head. “Oh heavens no, we don’t decide everything through fights you know? And perhaps it’s time the valley changes some of their laws, right after someone that deserves it gets a royal pardon.” She smirks looking at him.

“Thank you.”

Weeks later, things have seemed to have returned to some normality, as Mark’s therapy has been going well and thanks to his small healing boost the doctors say that his recovery will be complete in a matter of days, during which the Queen keeps visiting to see how he has been fairing and tells him how some order has been returned to the valley.

“Ah, excuse me.” A knock at the door alerts the two as Jolene was peeling an apple and they were surprised to see Celestia standing in the door, with a belly starting to show.

“C-Celly?” Mark questions in shock, as she smiles and blushes slightly.

“H-Hi Marky, sorry for coming unannounced but…I think there is much to talk about.”

“Completely agree.” Jolene nods and stands up to hug Celestia. “I’m so glad to see you, my friend!”

“I’m so glad to see you too Queen Jolene, I’m sorry for what happened to Midas and well…everything, for that matter.”

“The important thing is that justice was served and well, I suppose Bullhorn and Equestria might become a bit more than allies pretty soon.” She says in excitement and guides Celestia’s hand toward her belly. “Considering how you could say we are herd sisters now.”

“Herd s…what?!” Celestia look at her in shock before looking at Mark “Marky you didn’t…”

“Yeah I think I have some explanations to give as well.”

Celestia sighs and shakes her head. “Oh Marky…” She smiles at him again. “Looks like now you really are gonna be part of royalty.”

“The very first royal herd, I kind of like the idea.” Jolene comments with a smile, bringing Celestia closer to Mark so he could touch her belly as well.