Good Husbands and Good Wives
Red Dagger eased the door open, doing his best not to disturb the plastic hoofball basket hanging from the top rail. Across the darkened room, six sleeping forms fritted under their blankets with guttural snores and occasional kicks that shook the lower end of their beds.
A small chuckle escaped Red. Easiest bedtime ever, he thought. Didn’t even have to tell that Flash Magnus story to get them settled down. Not that telling such a story would’ve been difficult for Red Dagger. His profession in writing had given him a wide breadth of storytelling abilities, both oral and literary. Everything from travel guide books to science-fiction filled his bibliography, though his passion remained firmly in the latter genre. His post-apocalyptic saga, Eternal Autumn, about Earth Ponies surviving a perpetual fall season in Equestria had gotten him almost as recognized as AK Yearling in certain sci-fi circles. Fortunately, he had no creepy fans that made his job as both writer and father any more difficult than it otherwise was.
However, the latter job had proven surprisingly easy that night, which had largely been absent of the typical overzealous wrestling and high-pitched arguing his twelve children normally partook in. Indeed, his face denoted no annoyance towards his snoozing sons, the eldest barely nine and the youngest just out of diapers. Only gentle warmth filled him when he fully closed the door. Across the hall, he could hear Sky Breeze’s hiccups across the hall. These spasms seemed to be the only thing that ever emanated from his six daughters’ room, unlike the jam sessions that his sons seemingly held every night.
Perhaps Mom was right when she said girls were better behaved, Red thought, traveling down the hallway. He smirked when he passed by the bathroom, its marble counter still covered with makeup kits the girls hadn’t put away. Or maybe they’re just better at hiding their indiscretions. He could sometimes hear his girls whispering and giggling at private jokes in their room, though he rarely did anything to punish them. He and his wife had entered an unspoken yet mutually understood agreement that discipline would usually be meted out by the parent who shared the same gender as the disciplined. Old fashioned in some ways, but the system had so far worked in both keeping the children in line without seeming too totalitarian in its approach.
Red followed the hallway’s upward curve, a design element inspired by the tree’s own shape. His wife, long enamored with the Everfree Forest to the point she’d made this tree her first home in Equestria, had convinced him in the early days of her first pregnancy to remain in the wooden abode. Red’s natural instincts toward avoiding wild animals and danger in general made him wary of building a family in such a wilderness, yet he relented when he saw how well his wife could ward off the creatures through the magical concoctions and potions she crafted. He hadn’t even seen a raccoon come near the tree after her wards were cast.
The tree itself had been a multi-pronged project of theirs. While Red and his paramour by themselves had fit into the tree just fine, they’d been quite aware they needed to expand the living space for the additional heads they planned on adding. The job had been difficult due to the tree’s solid innards, causing the couple’s first attempt to do it themselves to come to a quick stop. With a combination of Red’s contacts from Slug Troll Swamp, whose inhabitants’ expertise laid in fashioning trees into homes, and the manpower provided by volunteers from nearby Ponyville, the hollowing out of the tree went much more smoothly. Princess Twilight herself even popped in a few suggestions, having apparently lived in a tree much similar in design in her scholarly days (Red had tucked this away as a fascinating essay subject for future consideration, though he had yet to act upon the concept in a decade). The tree managed to remain compact yet spacious in its new configuration of several added rooms twisting up its trunk. Nor did the children mind they could go to the Ponyville School House every day and brag they lived in a treehouse.
These reminisces ended when Red came to a solid black door in the hallway. He turned the knob and pushed his way into a bedroom of surprising depth. The floor glowed a healthy brown sheen, the result of a dozen rounds of lacquering the Ponyville volunteers had applied. A thin, light-green carpet sat at the edge of the bed that took up a quarter of the room. Deep violet bedsheets covered the length of the bed, while four fluffy pillows covered the head of the sleeping spot.
Yet the zebra who sat upon the bed was the one who captured Red’s attention the most. Her body streaked with black and white stripes, she made a strong contrast against the darksome bedspread and even Red himself, whose crimson mane and body could not have looked more out of place next to hers. The golden rings usually covering her neck hung from hooks above her side of the bed, and her bare ears told Red her similarly-colored earrings were safely stored away in her dresser. A book filled her hooves, the pages letting out a soft crinkle with each page turned. Red could just make out the title: POTIONCRAFT IN THE NEW EQUESTRIAN AGE.
Red smiled when he looked at Zecora. Mostly from the pleasant memories and loving companionship the two had provided each other the past ten years, but also partly from the plump figure she cut and which sunk deeply into the mattress. From across the room, her bottom looked as if it were propped upon an invisible pillow. Red knew this merely to be her natural flank, expanded with each new child they’d brought into the world. Her hips and thighs had likewise extended to the point she could wrap her back legs around a full-grown sycamore without much effort.
“The children are all in their beds,” Red said, walking towards the bedside where the beauteous zebra laid. “And for once, they’re actually asleep too.”
Zecora looked up from the book and smiled. “The summer climate wears out even the most spirited fillies and colts. It certainly beats strapping them down with nuts and bolts.”
Red sat down next to Zecora and nuzzled her nose. “It sure does. I got so much work done today while they were outside playing. The draft for the next Eternal Autumn novel is done, and I finished outlining my Ponet study. I may be even able to polish up that Yakyakistan cookbook I was working on.”
Zecora gave an approving nod. “My day was likewise productive and inspired. I made Rarity’s Fabric Soaking Potion and am only a little tired.”
“That’s a tough one, alright. Though I’m certain the greatest potion master in the world was up to the task.”
Zecora’s hoof poked Red’s nose. “‘Flattery gets you nowhere,’ the mare once said. Though that’s clearly untrue if you’ve gotten me in your bed.”
“And in my heart, darling,” Red said. A deep relaxation filled his face, and he leaned in to rub his face against Zecora’s chest. The soft fur brushed against his cheeks. Her lavender perfume filled his nostrils and made his eyes flutter in unrestrained ecstasy.
Zecora looked down with an expression both amused and curious. “Dear Red, why are you so amorous? Has the red-letter day made your emotional wall porous?”
Red moved his face up to her lips and smiled. “Perhaps,” he said, kissing her on the nose. “Maybe the day was so lovely that I want to end it just as pleasantly.”
A mirthful grin came over Zecora’s face. “You desire some pleasantry, correct?” She leaned forward and wrapped Red in a tight embrace. “Perhaps something that’ll make you…erect?”
At the final word, Zecora’s right hoof shot down towards Red’s loins. He gave a gasp of pleasure while her hoof grasped his testicles. Before he could say anything else, Zecora drew him onto the bed, her hoof easing its way up from the balls to the shaft and pulling him like a dog on a leash. The hold, though firm, did not discomfort Red in any way, though he still fell to the bed as directed. Millions of years of Equestrian evolution had taught him that if a mare had you by the balls, you went where she wanted you to go.
Red’s head landed at the foot of the bed. His back pushed against the cool sheets, and he stared up in quiet anticipation at the zebra grasping his cock. Said member stuck up in the air like a flagpole missing its flag. His length grew more and more by the second, Zecora’s hoof working up and down the shaft in steady rhythm. Red let out a pleasured groan, and Zecora gave a soft kiss against his chest.
“A hoof can do much down in the south,” Zecora sang. “But so much more can be done with the mouth!”
Before Red could let out any gleeful gasps or surprised shouts, Zecora leaned down and kissed the cock’s tip. Red’s lower body jerked like a bolt of electricity had suddenly struck him. Zecora then thrust herself atop of Red in one smooth motion. His penis worked as a pole did for a gymnast, with Zecora putting all her torque upon it and heaving herself upon the bed. The additional firmness provided by her kiss gave her just the strong pivot point she needed, and Red felt nothing but warm pleasure in his crotch rather than the sharp pain he’d normally feel with such a maneuver.
The move sent Zecora’s hips flying over Red’s face, where they came to a rest above him. Red could see nothing but Zecora’s glistening ass. The rump wiggled with each solitary movement Zecora made, regardless of whether said movements had anything to do with her lower body. Accompanying the view was a tight, moist cavern glistening just below the buttocks. Zecora’s pussy had never been substandard in its allure, but something about tonight seemed to make it a particularly exemplary display of physical femininity. The growth each new child added to her rump likewise made her ass cheeks put consistent pressure upon her pussy, a situation that required only the merest of erotic teasing to send her into surges of desire. Said desire manifested itself in the winking Zecora’s vagina made down toward her paramour.
Overenthusiastic neurons, activated by deep desires programmed since the dawn of time, triggered a release of saliva in Red’s mouth. So enamored with the view was Red that he barely noticed the hot, anticipatory breath upon his crotch, nor the words coming just millimeters away from his penis’s tip.
“Give me some pleasure, and I’ll give you thine! That is the beauty of the sixty-nine!”
Some primal instinct overtook Red, who immediately thrust himself in between her ass cheeks. As if timed to perfection, Zecora took his penis into her mouth. Their groans were practically simultaneous. Red’s experience could be described in both coolness and heat. Zecora’s ass cheeks were cool, the result of her long recline against the cool bed and the hotness of her blood not yet reaching her rear. All the while her pussy was a miniature fire burning out of her. Each thrust down into Red’s mouth felt like he was imbibing a pastry just out of the oven. This sensation was helped by each thrust leaking a consistent amount of fluid down onto Red. The steady dribble tended to land in his mouth, though as Zecora’s gyrations became more forceful and sporadic, her lady juices shot everywhere they could. Red pushed himself deeper into the pussy, letting the juices squirt into this mouth and using his tongue to lap up everything. The taste was like that of buttercream, and Red adored the flavor.
On the other side of the bed, Zecora was giving a similar ride. Each bob of her head pushed her further and further down the shaft. The two and a half foot long cock might’ve intimidated novice schoolfillies during their first tryst, but Zecora depicted no fear at the member. She took her time and used the gravity of each bob to push the cock deeper into her maw. This was helped by the simultaneous twisting she gave the dick, her hooves rotating in opposite directions along the shaft. It was not long before Red’s pre-cum began to leak into her mouth. The taste was similar to a strange mixture of cashews and peanuts that Zecora, being a connoisseur of all kinds of foreign tastes, enjoyed immensely. Her uvula soon started to strain against the pressure from the cock, but she could feel no other sensations besides the ones rolling through her underside.
After a few moments of them finding the right rhythm, Red’s hooves grasped for the vagina. He spread the folds open wider and shoved his tongue deeper within the recess.
“Mmm…” Zecora moaned. She could feel her husband’s nose and mouth within her. The hooves grasping her behind likewise sent her ass into further jiggles, each ripple sending small vibrations straight to her sopping pussy. Even with his eyes filled with nothing but ass, Red could see the vagina starting to act less like a spigot and more like a blocked waterfall about to disgorge the final rock blocking its path earthward.
Just as Zecora got three-quarters of the way down the dick, she began to shudder. The sensation seemed to follow her spine all the way down to her buttocks. Her rump flapped against Red’s nose, sending even more juices across his face and giving yet more stimulation to her thoroughly soaked pussy. A look of recognizance filled his face.
“Mmmph!” Zecora grunted. Her mouth, filled with cock, could not utter the warning cry to its maximum potential. But Red understood the message all the same. His grasp upon both of Zecora’s cheeks increased, and he drew his snout deeper into them. His jaw drew wide and engorged her pussy like he was eating a particularly juicy blueberry pie. The tongue, deep inside her already, felt the tunnel constrict around itself. Red’s teeth scraped against the opening, but did not cut or irritate the vaginal folds in any way. Red too was a professional in this sensual endeavor and knew just the right places to press.
A deluge of juices flooded Red’s mouth. This round tasted more akin to salad dressing than buttercream, a tartness dancing across the crimson stallion’s tongue. He showed no revulsion towards the delivery, however, and he actively sucked the fluid right out of his wife. His tongue rounded the fluid towards the back of his mouth, whipping against the pussy’s inner walls and outer folds with precision.
I don’t want these bedsheets too soaked, he thought, Zecora’s pleasured moans vibrating against his chest. They were a nice present from Fluttershy. The hot, sticky fluid flowed down his throat, never to join its already ejaculated brethren who made a spotted outline around Red’s skull.
Yet even as this somewhat futile prevention of messiness continued, Red himself fought the urge starting to build in his nether regions. His body quaked, from the lower region of his neck to his own buttocks starting to gyrate wildly. The spasms held only one evolutionary goal: to disperse the load resting in his testicles as far and as hard as possible into the waiting receptacle.
Red fought against Zecora’s ass now, desperate to shout a warning. Even in fornication he desired to be a caring partner.
“Z-Zec-umph!” His warning failed against the tumultuous force Zecora’s ass produced against his head. Her pleasure spasms hadn’t ceased, nor would they allow the thing producing said pleasure go until it had been milked dry. Not that it would have mattered had Red overcome the glorious ass, for the lady gravy still filled his mouth from the roof to the lingual frenulum. His cry would’ve been no more effective than a child reciting their ABCs while eating a peanut butter sandwich. He could do nothing but look on, praying she’d heard his muffled shout and would not choke on the creamy fluid about to fill her mouth.
Such fears proved unfounded, for at the last possible moment, Zecora performed a tactic Red could never have dreamed up in a thousand years for one of his own stories. Just as Red’s cock reached its limit, Zecora pushed herself up and balanced herself upon the cock with only her mouth. Her body remained perfectly vertical in the air, swaying in time with the cock’s gyrations. Gravity pushed her further down upon the dick, shoving the remaining four inches deep into her gullet until her lips rested against Red’s bulging testicles.
The sight not only awed Red, but made his cock even harder. He did not bother restraining his quivering for the split-second he had left to contemplate such an action. Instead, he thrust up as he blew a hot load straight into his wife’s throat. Unlike Red’s messy and largely unsuccessful attempt to save the bedsheets, Zecora let not a single milky seed slip out through her jaws. Red’s penis harmlessly deposited the load down her esophagus, bulging against her throat in an outline that ran the length of her neck. The pressure of the moist throat muscles likewise pressed against all sides of the cock, making each spurt an epitome of bliss for the convulsive stallion.
In what seemed like hours to Red, his penis started to ebb and lose its spurting momentum. Zecora, maintaining her verticality, placed her front hooves on the bed and began to ease her way down. She rode the cock down as it softened, letting it pull itself out of her throat rather than ripping herself free. A reverberant pop denoted the last amorous suck off the dick’s tip, a complimentary cleaning service for whatever seed was left, before Zecora’s butt landed down upon Red’s chest.
Grinning, Red gave her ass a gentle kiss. The rump wiggled in tandem with the giggle Zecora elicited.
“You truly do love my flank, my darling Red,” Zecora chimed, flipping herself around and laying her head beside his heaving chest. His natural musk mixed with her juices still covering his body. “Is that all you desire before we lay our sleepy heads?”
Red shook his head. “The strange thing about zebra cakes.” His hoof drew up her stomach and to her chin, guiding her nose up to his. The faint scent of almonds filled Red’s mouth, which Zecora had always insisted was what his discharge tasted like. “As wonderful a dessert as they are, they always make a pony hungry for more.”
“Before you get seconds, I simply must ask: Did you enjoy my maneuver that took you to task?”
“Oh, I adored it,” he said, his hoof working its way down her neck. “I knew you could balance, but not to that degree.”
She smiled. “Zebras and balance are peas in a pod, whether balancing pots or sucking a rod.”
“I can only lament I wasn’t as skilled in pleasuring you.” Red glanced down at the soiled sheets. “This mess is no sign of a premium lovemaker.”
Zecora gave Red a loving pat on his leg. “Do not degrade yourself, darling. You were wonderful in your effort. It’s been a long time since you’ve made me perform such a squirt.”
Red nuzzled his nose against hers. “You’re such a kind mare. No wonder I couldn’t take my eyes off you when we first met.”
She snorted. “Your eyes can’t see kindness. They only see displayed beauty. Though I take no offense to you calling me a cutie.”
“And a cutie you always will be. From now until you’re eight hundred and three.”
Another giggle came from Zecora. “Now I know you are my special somepony, for you’re rhyming and it doesn’t sound phony.”
Red blinked his eyes and chuckled. “Huh…I guess I did rhyme just then. Guess you’re rubbing off on me after all these years.” His hoof brushed her ears. “Though I’m certainly not griping.”
“Nor am I, for we’ve produced quite a bounty. Any more children and we’ll have an entire county.”
“They are wonderful, aren’t they?” For a moment, Red lost himself in the memories of the day. Laughter and playful cheers had filled the yard today, with every one of his children suffering no tantrums or bruises throughout the entire playtime. The sounds seemed to give life to the forest that normally remained dark and foreboding to most outsiders. Staring down from his study close to the tree’s canopy, he’d briefly mistaken that he was looking at Normane Rockwell painting come to life in his own front yard.
I even saw sunshine make its way through the trees for once, Red thought. So lost was he in his thoughts that he did not seem to notice the mischievous grin appearing on his wife’s face.
“On the subject of children, happiness and fun,” she said, rubbing Red’s chest in circular motions and leering at his still unsheathed cock. “I’ll ask of the first: Why not make another one?”
The words had barely left her mouth when Red shot up and landed atop Zecora. His legs pushed aside Zecora’s meaty thighs and buried his crotch between them. In the middle of her excited gasp, Zecora found her mouth filled with her husband’s wet tongue pushing against her own. Muffled groans filled both their mouths. They soon broke apart, Zecora staring eagerly upward at Red.
“Such an eager mare,” he cooed. “Hungry for more? Perhaps I’ll ride you until we make Child Twenty-Four.”
Red could feel a tremble underneath his groin. Zecora’s eyes looked up at him in ecstatic anticipation.
“You’re rhyming on purpose,” she whispered. “Like in our younger days. Are you doing this just to get me in a heat-ridden phase?”
Red gave a lecherous smirk. He’d learned copying Zecora’s rhyming was a major turn-on for her early in their relationship, when the local party planner Pinkie Pie had recruited Zecora for participation in a rhyming game. Few ponies braved the pink pony’s challenge, for Zecora’s rhyming was known as second-to-none throughout the town. Yet Red, still largely itinerant at this point in his life and foreign to the ways of Ponyville, had thoughtlessly volunteered, and to the town’s surprise and Zecora’s delight, they found he was able to formulate coordinated ditties nearly as well as her. His brief infatuation in poetry all those years ago in university would pay off, as the gasping and anticipatory mare below him confirmed.
“Pleasing his wife is a stallion’s job,” Red whispered, licking her cheek. “Why don’t I do so with my magnanimous knob?”
Her face twisted into one of gleeful recognizance. “Then do your duty, my wondrous love! Make me feel I’m a hundred miles above!”
Red reengaged the kiss, Zecora pulling his lips hard against her own. The stickiness in their mouths was enhanced by their respective discharges not quite leaving the other’s mouth. This made the play struggle in their oral cavities seem all the more desperate. Their tongues battled against one another, each trying to pin the other down in the mouth and force themselves deeper and deeper into the other’s throat.
The intensity of the kissing got Red’s cock fattened again in no time. Zecora aided the action not just through her kissing, but a hoof groping the cock with wild tugs. Red thrust his member deep within the folds of Zecora’s pussy. His entry was quick, for Zecora’s vaginal walls had been inundated by her previous climax. Yet they did not make the cavern any less tight, and Red had to restrain his own squeals with each firm, moist press the pussy provided against his cock. Once he’d gotten firmly entrenched within the snatch, Red pushed harder within her and at a slightly faster speed. His balls, heavy with another readied load, slapped against her skin, a firm plap, plap, plap filling the bedroom.
“Yes, yes, oh yum, oh yum!” Zecora shrieked. “Do it, my lover! Make me cum!”
Red gained a lecherous smirk. I’ve almost got her, he thought. She resorts to simpler rhymes when she’s too hot and bothered. He picked up speed and the plaps soon played in eighth notes rather than fourths. A vague smell akin to salad dressing began to fill the bedroom air. His hooves grasped her ass and drew Zecora’s body as close to his as possible. She returned the gesture, grasping his lower back and pushing him deeper within her.
“Ready, Zecora?” Red cooed. “I’m prepared to give. Ready your womb for another life to live.”
Zecora’s mouth seemed to be doing nothing but forming unspeakable syllables only understood in her faraway homeland. Froth built at every corner of her jaws. Red thrust again, faster and faster with each new momentum.
“I’m close, dear!” Red grunted. “So don’t scream or natter! Just pucker your pussy and take my baby batter!”
Red expected to see a look of elation or lustful insanity upon his wife’s face. What he got instead was coyness in her eyes and a thin smile upon her lips. Before confusion filled his mind, Zecora’s hoof shot from his lower back straight into his asshole.
“Ergggh!” Red groaned. Much like her earlier testicular handling, Red felt no pain from the action. Only ecstatic pleasure filled his being while Zecora’s hoof pushed deeper. His anus clenched against her hoof, but his action did nothing to end the energy firing through his body. Between his continued thrusting and this surprise pleasure, Red could hold on no longer.
Hot, white cum shot straight out of Red’s throbbing red cock into the waiting snatch. The tip flicked with each rope of jizz shot into Zecora, a final attempt to get the ejaculation deeper into her womb. Said womb sucked in the seed with reckless abandon, its own evolutionary desire for insemination working overtime.
“Aaaaaaaaaaah!” howled Zecora. She could feel the warm fluid gushing past her clitoris and deep within her belly. The sensation seemed like a hot bowl of soup filling her innards, only sucked in through her gash and a million times more tasty. Her pussy clamped down upon Red’s cock and squeezed with each spasm, desperate to milk every single liter of cum flowing out of her husband.
“Ah-Ah-!” Red gasped with each new shot into his wife’s pussy. His body couldn’t stop shaking, and all his hooves gripped Zecora like a vice. The thick smell of almonds began to build near his crotch, his jism already starting to leak out and form an even bigger wet spot upon the bedsheets. The thick, creamy substance intermixed with Zecora’s own orgasmic fluids, still leaking wildly.
At last, after twenty seconds of release, the duo could feel the last squirt of ejaculate be squeezed out of Red’s cock. Pulling out with an audible ploop and panting like a marathon runner, Red eased himself atop Zecora and leaned in to kiss her face. She giggled with each peck, the afterglow of the dicking keeping her in a state of giddiness she couldn’t hide. Red himself chuckled in his own love drunkenness.
“Did you enjoy it, dear?” Red said between smooches. “I’m taking a wild guess you did.”
“Oh yes, my beloved,” Zecora panted. “Lovemaking of the most supreme. You gave me great coffee.” She glanced down at her pussy, still leaking cum that hadn’t pushed its way into her womb, and gave a sly smile. “As well as great cream.”
Red kissed her on the cheek. “Again your kindness overwhelms me. Your, er…surprise at the end there was likewise very thoughtful.” He leaned down and kissed her belly. “Feel free to give us another child. There’s plenty of room left in the tree.”
Zecora nuzzled his cherry mane. “I shall do my best with your generous deposit. Though I may have to use some potions from the closet.”
“Whatever you need, dear. Whatever you need.” Red’s head rested against her chest. His eyelids began to flicker as Zecora gave his mane soft strokes. Dreams of an ass even thicker and wigglier from their next child danced through his private fantasies.
“Oh, don’t fall asleep yet, you lecherous cad,” Zecora chuckled. “There’s something else that I would like to add. Your performance was exemplary. Quite a wonderful ride.”
Her hooves grabbed Red in an iron grip and flipped him onto the other side of the bed. Zecora’s body rolled on top of his and sat up. Her front hooves pushed down on his chest, while her rear sat flat on his belly.
“But now it is your turn to be a mewling bride!” she sneered. Her legs spread apart and landed right on Red’s flaccid cock. Though already starting to pulse back to rigidity, it was clear the pace would not match Zecora’s desperate hunger.
“Oh-ho! You need stimulation to pitch your tent?” she said with a smile. “Maybe some ass-sistence can help make a dent!” With that, she began to rub her plump bottom alongside Red’s dick. The sweat built up from the night’s previous efforts lined her cheeks and ass crack, making the movements much smoother than they normally would’ve been. Her wiggling ass sent perceptible vibrations along Red’s cock.
“Oh,” Red moaned. His penis grew upward, following the curvature of Zecora’s ass crack like a train on a track. Her rump may as well have been covered in butter with how easily Red’s cock moved upward. The beet redness of his member grew deeper with each heartbeat. Up and up the cock followed the ass until it poked into Zecora’s lower back. Zecora laughed when she felt the prod, quickly grabbing the cock and giving it a playful tug.
“Ack!” Red said in incomprehensible pleasure.
“Ah, so my prince is now properly aroused.” Zecora’s own pussy had started leaking again, her buttocks’ motion applying arousing pressure to herself as well. “Perhaps this pleasure will make you as good as soused!”
With that, she reared her ass high in the air, the cheeks flapping as they peaked over the nearly yard-long cock just below them. She then slammed her pussy directly onto the bulging dick below her. The ass sweat applied to the dick and her own juices made the cock slip easily inside of her. Much like her earlier fellatio, gravity aided Zecora in her journey downward. Aided by her hips' up and down movements and her strong thighs, the cock shoved itself deeper and deeper into her grasping cavern.
Red couldn’t hide his ecstasy, soft howls escaping his mouth. Zecora herself grit her teeth and withheld the frothing saliva starting to leak out of her mouth. Her pussy worked as a well-coordinated assembly line, each ridge taking a little bit of the cock further in with each vaginal grasp. Their combined wetness made the journey inside smoother than Zecora ever thought possible, though she did not think about much of anything during the entire process. Pure lust had filled her mind, focusing only on filling her body with delightful, delectable cum.
This goal edged closer once Zecora finally shoved the cock all the way in. Her ass slammed against Red’s upper legs, sending even more heavenly vibrations upon her already stimulated cunny. A soft squelching noise escaped from her pussy, her juices squeezing against Red's cock. Red grasped upward, desperate to drag his lover closer to him for kisses and to rub himself in her own body. Her hooves pushed them down again towards his chest, her thighs gripping his hips tightly and her saliva-speckled face shaking wildly.
“I’m close to release, Red! Hold on just a little bit longer! I want the seed deeper in your balls! It’s usually stronger!” She arched her back again and slammed her hips against the cock again.
Red grit his teeth and nodded. Even in his own lust-riddled mind, he knew Zecora’s preferences of pleasure. Riding him to completion was a favored position of hers, and he would not deny it. Not just out of consideration for her, but also because the sensation of his dick erupting upwards against gravity gave him a feeling of bliss unlike any other.
A few moments passed in this position, Zecora bashing herself against Red’s thickening cock. Thwap, thwap, thwap. Her pussy couldn't stop leaking with each ramrodding she performed. Nothing but sharp gasps and sloshing fluids filled the bedroom chamber.
Then, Zecora continued her record of unexpected acts and twisted herself around upon Red’s cock. The sensation of Zecora’s pussy twisting itself upon him, each ridge of her vaginal tunnel scraping against every sensitive nerve lining his dick, seemed to send dopamine to every single cell in his body.
“Ab-fu-mi…” Red stammered, brain too overloaded with pleasure to comprehend his situation. Adding to his euphoria was the sight of Zecora’s ass bouncing right in front of him. Her twist had landed her facing away from him. She looked over her shoulder and grinned at his love-drunk fascination towards her sweaty posterior.
“Is my poor lover too far over the pass?” she teased. “Too full to enjoy a nice, succulent ass?”
A natural competitiveness filled Red, something that’d fueled him in his younger days when winning writing contests from local pulp magazines seemed to be the only goal he had in his life. He reached forward and gripped the glistening bottom with hard hooves. The resulting jiggles caused a squeak to escape from Zecora’s lips, followed by a harder thrust down upon the cock. Red’s lashing tongue tried desperately to reach the moist asshole flexing in front of him, but he could find no leverage to push himself up without having the juicy ass slap him back down. The booty simply couldn’t be beat in its overzealousness for the climax.
Zecora looked back at Red’s futile gropes in triumph. All Red could do was grasp Zecora’s hips and pull her ass down upon his cock faster and faster. The quicker the climax, the sooner he could get the booty.
Yet her face filled with surprise when she saw the leer Red gave her. His hooves fell away from Zecora’s hips, and his right hoof shot directly into her puckered asshole.
“Aaah!” Zecora hollered. A thick deluge of juices flowed out of her and onto Red’s crotch. Her vaginal wall tightened and squeezed the dick in a vicelike grip. Her thighs likewise crunched together and crushed Red’s hipbone underneath, their shivers of delight carrying through to her flapping ass. Said asshole derived just as much pleasure from the invading hoof as her husband had.
Revenge, thought Red, a playful smile on his face as he saw Zecora’s orgasmic fluids splatter upon his crotch and her anus contract around his wrist. Said smile turned into a grimace when his own loins began to bubble and tighten.
“Urgggh!” Red screamed through clenched teeth. His balls and ass clenched, the first spasm hitting his body like a freight train. He could feel his seed shooting straight up into Zecora’s snatch. The pussy’s grasp made the penis pulsate with greater abandon, needing the extra force to force the sperm deeper into the womb. Zecora’s cervix gave way to let the seed flow into her already-swelling uterus that sucked up each and every gasp of jizz.
As the last of his load slipped inside her, Zecora collapsed atop Red’s body and rolled her head atop his own. A flurry of kisses touched his lips.
“Oh, thank you, my dear! You’re the best of good sports. I just needed release through such a twist and contort.”
“No problem, my dear,” Red gasped, nuzzling her frazzled mane. “Though I think both of us are now spent for the evening.”
“Indeed,” she said, showering his cheek with affectionate kisses. “Let us drift into slumber. Dream of one more child added to our number.”
Red chuckled. “A dozen is a rather low sum, isn’t it?”
“Four dozen is too low in my mind. All the more reason for this pump and grind.”
“I certainly won’t protest, dear. The more babies we have…” His hoof traced down her side all the way down to her rump. A gentle pat sent wiggles through the gargantuan flank and thick thighs laying atop his flaccid cock. “…the more of you there is to love.”
Zecora gave a smile halfway between exhaustion and delight. “True as your words may be, I am now more than just a little sleepy.”
“Sleep, my dear,” Red said, stroking her back. His hooves wrapped around her, and her head relaxed underneath his chin. Their breath intermixed with one another into a shared gust that parted each other’s fur.
The wind rustled outside, sending the higher canopies of the forest into a light frenzy. Timberwolves howled deeper within the foreboding woods. In the middle of it all sat a tree filled with fourteen souls now gallivanting in Luna’s realm. All was well within the treehouse, as it would be for many years and many new additions to the family to come.
