Fecundity: The Roseluck Lovemaking Anthology

I lay on my couch, listening contentedly to my twins suckle at my laden teats as my eyelids began to hang, gently brushing their tails

It had been another long, exhausting, and thoroughly enjoyable night fulfilling the simple yet pleasurable role of Mom. I’d had my own fill of food by then as the air was filled with the lingering scent of dinner. The taste of well-seasoned chimera chops, baked potatoes, salad, and breadsticks still mingled inside my mouth, leaving me regretting all the time I’d gone in Ponyville without eating meat.

Across the room, two of my talented daughters and one equally talented son were entertaining the family by playing the piano. Between their combined six front hooves and wing thumbs, they were doing a fantastic job playing a very popular Thestralslovakian waltz while the rest of the family chatted happily with each other.

Europa clopped his hooves proudly at the song’s denouement. “There is such harmony in your movements; you play as if you were a single creature! If you keep at your lessons, you’re going to be playing at the Horsawa Sympozjum in no time!”

There was certainly truth to his words. My two pianist sons, Aitne and Arche, and daughter, Aoede, had been practicing since early foalhood and showed a commitment to the hobby that simply should never exist among foals. “How will they meet other ponies and bless them with their presence?” I asked my husband one day, disturbed by their single-mindedness.

He smiled, shook his head, and told me something I would never forget. “The thestral ideal of Harmony is a very different thing than that of Dureingan or even Equestrian type. It manifests as a devotion not to one’s tribe or nation, but to become a part of something greater than themself.”

In perfect honesty, I never understood the attitude or liked it very much. As if the individual and her needs amounted to nothing? And thestrals hadn’t even invented the piano, for Celestia’s sake! But for half of my foals, I’d learned you couldn’t teach them the same way as the others because they needed more structure and fewer distractions. Outside of class time, they formed cliques among their siblings and focused on honing their special talent above all else. It was like they lived for school, where I’d always lived for recess.

As disgusting as the thought sounded in my own head, I could only describe what I was seeing as ‘unponylike’ or ‘unbatlike’ for that matter. But the three loved each other and their family. It couldn’t be that bad that I’d find the three sleeping together in the same bed, right?

My eyes drooped further as the Piano Trio worked their way through an emotional Scandineighvian piano ballad all the rage amongst the country’s piano aficionados when I woke myself up with a snort — my family laughing at me.

“I’m so sorry, you three!” I popped my teats out of the mouths of my two babies, Demos and Phobos. “I’m sorry to you two also. The milk bar is closing down for the day.”

The two screeched happily and climbed up on my back. “It’s a pretty song, but I guess I’m just…” I made a great, shuddering yawn. ”...a bit too relaxed already for a tune like that.”

“It’s okay, Mama! We can play something a bit more energetic!” Aoede, the self-proclaimed voice of the trio, replied.

“No, no, sweethearts! You can play whatever you want. Daddy and I are going to head up to bed. Goodnight, everybatty!”

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Phoebe shoot Charon a furtive glance before the pair noticed me and smiled innocently. Being too happy and full, I paid the issue no mind and stood up.

“Goodnight, Mom!” my foals chorused before resuming their own conversations.

“Come to sissie, Demos. You too, Phobos!” The two babies squeaked happily and hopped onto their sister Chaldene’s back. I always found it sweet that, despite her not having bat wings, the two winged babies acknowledged my earth-pony presenting daughter as their favorite.

“Thank you, Chaldene. You’ll be a wonderful mother yourself, someday!” I kissed her on the cheek and began walking upstairs, with Europa following close behind.

Halfway up to my room, the talk between us had been minimal. The cheerful sounds of my family chatting had grown distant, washed out by the pleasant white noise of music, when I felt warm breath tickling the shorthairs covering my rump. Europa didn’t need to communicate his desires for me through words. No sooner had the door to the living room been shut when I felt a tongue brush up against my bearded iris.

“Europa!” My entrance began to flutter as the eager licking continued. “The foals can still hear us! What’s gotten into you?”

I gave a pleasured eep as his tongue mashed up against my large clitoris. “Alright, batty! You and I are stopping at the first bathroom with a shower in it. I refuse to mop the floor!” It had been an idle threat for sure, knowing as well as he did that he never left a mess.

He kissed my cutie mark by way of reply. I could picture Europa’s smug grin, licking his face as he spoke. “If you can make it that far!”

“Ah! You should only know how loud you sound while you’re licking my salt! Unnn…” I pushed my way through the door to the bathroom, hubby never stopping his oral artistry as he closed the door behind him with his tail.

“I give… you win.” I kneeled forward, face against the cotton placemat in front of the bathroom sink and awaited the inevitable.

“Rose… it’s been too long since I’ve been acquainted with the hole beneath your tail. She’s like a long, lost relative greeting me in the afterlife.” Europa gently nipped my fleshy rump with his fangs before kissing each of my inner thighs.

“No one’s missed you more than me, Europa!” I said as I clenched my sphincter tightly. “But it was worth the wait. So now that you’ve put another batty baby in my body, you get an all the all-you-can-tuck booty buffet! But you still could have waited until we got upstairs! I was even going to write another chapter of my diary for you…”

“Oh yeeeah! The diary!” Europa sounded as if my foalhood sex story had also been one of his long-lost siblings. “Luna, strike me. I don’t know which one I want more of.”

I turned to face him properly. “I’ll tell you what, batty. You let me get the bath running before you start playing ‘hide the kishka’ inside of my tailhole. We do this lovemaking properly, and I’ll let you have both of your favorite things tonight. How does that sound?”

“You sound like the completely reasonable mare I married, Rose.” He kissed me with his marecum-slathered lips and started rooting around in the cabinet under the sink. “Ahh, nutsedge! No clean towels. I’ll be right back, Rose.”

“Hey, I rather like nutsedge! Goes well with dandelions.” I winked back at him. “Pass me the bath salt before you go, handsome.”

He did so before stepping out the door. The salts in hoof, I plugged the drain and ran the hot water through the showerhead. Steam began filling the room quickly. But as fun as the idea of converting the area into a wet sauna was, I didn’t feel like turning my family’s bathroom into a mold farm. So I stood up on my hind legs and opened the window to vent the room.

“Ahh!” A wave of fresh lavender and cherry scent hit my nose as I poured in the crystals. I snorted with frustration, my tail whipping against the wall. Why had I stopped him from finishing me off with his tongue earlier? I stepped inside the shower, closing the glass door behind me, and let the water rush down my face, tickle the inside of my ears; the stream cascading down my neck and back.

And then shortly over my still-swollen flower petals. “Ah~!” The stimulation was too much too fast and I nearly climaxed on the spot. What Europa was doing to keep him so long, I could only guess. So I soaped up my back sponge and started to cleanse myself quickly from head to hoof, starting with my ears, cooing gently as I worked the inner folds thoroughly.

“Please hurry, Europa!” I was tempted to drive the handle of the sponge into myself to release the pressure. What was my husband thinking, leaving me in such a sensually needy state? I mashed my marehood against the shower wall, gasping loudly as my uncommonly large clitoris ground itself against the slick, cool surface, leaving a sticky streak I’d have to clean up later. But I wouldn’t climax. Europa was probably talking to one of the foals. I had to give him more credit than giving myself a bachelorette quickie in the shower.

By the time I had finished cleansing myself, the large, rectangular tub was filled. I cut off the shower and sat down, just waiting and soaking.

Finally, the bathroom door opened and Europa stepped inside, towels balanced on his back. “Did I miss out on cleaning your ears, Rose?”

“I’ll say you did! What kept you?” I replied.

“I ran into Phoebe in the hallway on the way downstairs.” He placed his towels in the rack and climbed into the tub with me, kissing me behind the ear. “My little huntress asked if she could fly out nice and early with me and get some sun on her wings.”

“And you of course said yes?” I asked with a wry grin, already knowing the answer.

“You bet I did! And she’s been putting in a lot of flight time without telling us, too. Have you seen how developed her body is becoming?” Europa asked.

“I have! Our little filly who was on death’s doorstep just a year ago now soaring through the skies like a Shadowbolt! The edelweiss’ blessing has given her a new life!” I watched Europa dunk himself underwater, wetting himself down.

“Callisto has blessed her, as sure as I live,” Europa replied, beginning to lather up his mane and coat. “The mark that she shares with her brother has bonded them for life.”

I didn’t immediately reply to that, not able to shake the feeling there was more to my husband’s words than an acknowledgment of a platonic bond between siblings. “That is… true. But I worry sometimes, Europa. I worry that if the two share all of their time together they might not notice that other bat ponies exist. Especially after what happened last week on Heart’s and Hooves Day.”

And just like that, everything went completely sideways.

“Roseluck…” Europa looked back at me, brow furrowed. “We’ve made an agreement regarding our foals and their romantic lives.”

A one-sided agreement that forces the pair of them together,” I thought to myself. “Yes, we have. And I have no reason to suspect anything has changed…”

“Yet,” Europa replied, darkly. “Rose, the two of them have been through Tartarus and come out the other side. Yet you’re more concerned the two of them might be sleeping with each other than how happy they make each other feel.”

My jaw set tightly and I recalled the scene of the two foals kissing each other every Hearts and Hooves Day. I used to find it harmless and even cute, at least until my son and daughter both hit puberty later in the year. It was around the same time they both received their cutie marks and Phoebe’s unending waves of foalhood illnesses finally ceased. That Heart’s and Hooves morning, I witnessed the two of them on Phoebe’s bed kissing wildly, my son’s unsheathed stallionhood resting on her belly.

Would I have interrupted them even a moment later, the two would have rutted each other. My tall, strong, handsome son and Luna-blessed beauty of a daughter would have bonded in the most disgusting and least Harmonious way imaginable. The thought brought bile to my throat with each instance of its recalling.

“I’m happy that my son and daughter love each other, Europa. And I would ask you not to mischaracterize my views!” I finally replied.

“Of course not, Rose,” Europa muttered, the room going silent save for the dripping of water from Europa as he bathed himself.

Ugh! These thestrals and their weird incest kink! “Europa… honey, I’m sorry I brought it up.”

Europa didn’t immediately reply. I felt anger welling up inside of me again at what I sensed was at least a brief silent treatment.

“Then why did you, Rose?” he finally asked.

I set my jaw, hard. “Our foals are both earth ponies and thestrals, whether we’re living in Thestralslovakia or anywhere else and shouldn’t be expected to…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence for how wrong I found it.

“Sleep together as brother and sister?” Europa, however, had no such qualms. He stood with his back turned to me but his hardened voice betrayed his anger. “There’s no law that I’m aware of that forces two ponies to mate with each other, Rose! Or prevents it!”

I pressed a hoof to my face. Somehow, we’d just managed to talk ourselves out of anal sex because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. What was wrong with me? “I know, Europa! I know.”

Europa turned to face me. “Are you really afraid that if Charon and Phoebe aren’t pursuing sexual partners before they reach maturity, they’ll just jump on each other? I love you, Rose, but I’ve never understood your hangup about this!”

Now that you mention it, Europa… I thought to myself. “I could say the same thing about thestrals and their prudishness about teenage sex!”

Europa whinnied and snorted. I whinnied and snorted back at him.

We stared at each other angrily for the better part of a minute. And then we both sighed.

“This isn’t happening tonight, is it, dear?” I asked sadly.

Europa chuckled sadly and shook his head. “That bat has flown from the colony, but I appreciate that you tell me how you really feel. What you say makes sense to a degree. But my nobility comes with a responsibility to my nation. You knew this before you married me, love.”

“I married you and your title; I get it,” I grumped. “Well, if you’re not going to rut me right now, are you still up for reading my next diary entry?”

“I will, Rose. I promise.” Europa nuzzled me on the cheek. “That should do wonders for putting me back in the mood. So after I do, you’re going to get a good, hard rutting. I promise you that!”

“Ooo! Angry makeup sex is the best!” I bit my lip and stepped out of the tub. “Just promise you won’t hold back on me, batty!”

“Then I hope you’ve got at least three hours to spend on me, Rose. I’m going to make you so sore, you won’t sit right for a week!” Europa gave me a fang-toothed smile that regular ponies sometimes recoiled from.

I pulled a towel off the rack and started drying off. “Make it four hours and two weeks' worth of pain and you got yourself a deal!”

“You strike a hard deal, my darling. But Rose…”

“Yes, batty?” I gave him my full attention again.

The evil glint in his eyes faded, leaving nothing but pure adoration. “I love you.”

I tossed my used towel down the laundry chute and smiled back at him, thanking Celestia that such fine stallions exist and I was lucky enough to snag one. I then kissed him deeply, letting him know that our brief spat didn’t change my feelings for him. “I love you too, Charon. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Get some sleep for your early morning! I’ll do my writing out on the balcony so I don’t disturb you.”

He nodded and I closed the door to the tub.

As I climbed the stairs back to my room, my marehood still quivering with need, I reflected on the fact that even the most successful of mares has an off-night. I reflected sadly on my family’s near sexless foalhood existence and couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss. Europa had to play the part of the chaste noble and our offspring would prove no exception. But at least they had their mother’s example to look up to as the good-time spirit of bedroom fun for when they got older.

As I walked back up to my room, collected my diary, and walked to the door leading to the balcony, my mind turned back to House Call. I remembered the thrill I’d felt in the shower before our argument ruined everything mixed with the thrill of facing the unknown. The enormous, powerfully-built stallion five times my size staring down at me with something like awe. Like myself, he’d tell me later, he was amazed to be in the situation he’d placed himself in, even fearful. But he was as eager to please me as I had been.

I pushed open the glass door and sat down on the lawn chair facing the wispy cloud-streaked early morning sky, dropping the quill in my mouth onto the diary. Another beautiful, dew-soaked Saturday morning in Weilkoponiska. I sniffed the air. The late spring blooms filled the air with sweetness, tinged with the scent of smoke. The neighbor and his family were burning the brush they’d cleared over the previous week, preparing the fields for sowing.

“Sometimes, fire is the only answer,” I said to myself, recalling my former roommate, Lily Valley's wisdom. She’d even said as such the previous year during the burning season when she and Daisy had been over to visit.

I shook my head and began to laugh to myself. “You were right, Lily. It’s true!”

Memories of my time spent together with the shy earth filly and the other mares in Ponyville began to flood back into my mind now, but I pushed them back out. Not now. Not this chapter. My time in Ponyville would have to wait for another day.

Instead, I closed my eyes and remembered looking up at House, a hoof nestled between my thighs, stroking my feminine entrance as I began to write.

“Is this real?”

House Call ran a hoof through the part in my mane, separating the pink and red strands as I dripped from my nethers onto my sister’s sheets. On the other side of the barracks, my sister’s moaning had reached its crescendo as the sound of wet slapping and what sounded like the jingle-jangle of chains intensifying in insistency and frequency as Market’s maresong continued to fill my home.

“I’m still not sure this is real, Rose.”

“We’re… going to do this, aren’t we?” I asked uncertainly as I felt his hoof begin to stroke the length of my ear, gently pinching its length and leaned into the sensual contact.

“You’re so young…” House began to stroke both of my ears at once as I began to moan louder. He guided me close to his chest and I threw my tiny forelegs around his heaving barrel as well as I could. The erogenous touching and musk from the head of his stallionhood was making my head swim. “I’ve… never done this with such a small filly. I admit I’m afraid I might hurt you. Do you… really want to do this, Roseluck?”

“Yes,” I replied gently, my breathing already coming quicker as I winked my marehood frantically at him. “I am asking for this, House.”

I breathed in the scent of his chest fluff and began licking the sweat from it to make my intentions very clear. The entire room smelled like him. At that moment, my entire world was inexorably linked to one pegasus and what I imagined he could do for me. “I’m scared too. But I won’t tell anypony. I just… need you now, House~!”

“Who am I to deny the needs of such a young and needy filly…? He began to groom me behind both of my ears. Instinct took over and I began to rub the soft inner part of my hoof against the top of his erect shaft, pressing down gently, taking silent pleasure in his soft, pleasured grunts between the hot breath and wet, slopping sounds of his tongue now aggressively invading my inner auricle.

I closed my eyes and for a brief moment before I climaxed again for him, I saw a glimpse of my future with him, living in my clan’s barracks while carrying his foal.

House released me from his grip and standing on both of my hind legs, I kissed the Celestia-blessed stallion on his lips, savoring his taste. One day, House. When it won’t get you in trouble, I will give you all the foals you want! I believed every word of what I’d thought.

“Aw… You two are just so cute together!” Molly said, reminding me she was still in the room with us. “House, this isn’t the time to turn my little sister down after you’ve come so far. And as much as she enjoys the fine work you’re doing on her ears, I think there’s a lot more of her you need to explore.”

“Yeah! Please, Mister House. I like the way you make me feel!” I pawed gently at his chest, feeling flecks of sweat flick off from the tips of his fur and splash against my body.

“Alright, you two.” House Call flexed his stiffened wings as much as they’d allow. He must have been very sore by now, for how long he was putting himself off. “I know my place among such perfect feminine beauties as yourselves. Rose, lay down on your back. I need to clean you up.”

“Yes, Mister House!” I replied in what I hoped sounded like a ‘sexy’ voice; especially when all I had to go on for one was the occasional old romance movie at the cinema. Obeying his instruction, I laid on my back with all four of my legs sticking in the air.

He stepped over me, letting the length of his stallion member drag firmly across my muzzle before turning on the spot and bending down to lick my labial mound clean; he was just long enough that the head of his shaft could reach my muzzle despite his far larger size. I gasped, shivering slightly as the thick scent of musk had now coated the fur it touched — my libido surging impossibly higher than ever before. He’s going to split me in half with that thing and I’m not even going to let him stop!

He nickered softly and smacked his lips as he sampled my wares for the first time. “You taste just like flowers! How appropriate for my little flower filly!”

“Glad you like it!” I replied as I gave his dangling organ as much attention as I could manage from the supine position.

“I do! And hope you don’t mind if I sit on my haunches to get a bit closer to your little flower, cutie.” House said with a deep and increasingly husky voice.

“Not at all,” I replied breathlessly. And no sooner had I said it when his applesack, mottled black and beige descended on me until it rested on my face.

“Ahh-AH~!” My shivering intensified as the sticky, sweaty fur and skin came into resting contact with my muzzle, the scent now pouring down my open maw.

“Careful with those, Rose!” Kit-cat warned from off to the side. She appeared to be more alarmed than turned on. I guess when you’ve had as much as she had by that point, nothing could faze her. Speaking just for myself, I’ve never gotten tired of watching other mares get it on — even family!

But that doesn’t mean I’m turned on by my family! Stop thinking such things if you are, dear reader!

“Be gentle with House’s apples. They’re sensitive and pleasurable when touched, but can hurt very badly if you're not careful,” Kit-cat continued.

“O-okay!” I squeaked back at her, swimming in their male musk and feeling their heft as they rested lightly against my face. “B-but what do I do with them?”

“You like the way they smell, doncha Rose?” Kit-cat asked.

“Uh-huh!” I replied.

“So what you do is, give them a gentle lick! Just don’t jostle him, alright?”

House, having no such difficulties figuring out how my fillyhood worked, found an angle to not only work my clitoris, but grind up his well-practiced tongue against the equally erogenous flesh lining my inner walls. And thus, a task that would take my hoof minutes to achieve, he was able to manage within seconds as I sensed another shuddering climax would soon claim me.

“Ngh! House… Eep!” My back stiffened and my whole body quaked as he dipped his tongue into my floral fortress again and again, striking my most sacred places with expertly-placed swipes. His mouth was watering, drool spilling from his mouth and onto my groin, before noisily being recycled back into his mouth along with the slickened love honey leaking out of me.

I dissolved into muffled groans. My legs had gone limp from the shutdown of my higher mental processes that would normally have informed me, among other things, that I hadn’t pleased my stallion the way a good lover should — at least on what basis I knew from various movies and romance rags my sisters had slipped me... Mercifully, Kit-cat hadn’t seen fit to chastise me for my inactivity, but then again, she was having her own fun, pleasuring herself to the scene.

But I had no sense of self-consciousness left as my tongue lolled from the side of my mouth, stinging from the salty tang of his sweaty apples. His soft sack flesh rippled slightly as I moaned, his muscles contracting lightly to tug them fractionally back up into his body, tickling my face. It wasn’t until I felt my climax begin to build anew that I felt the panic of the situation and accompanying sense of self-awareness kick in. “Ahhhhh!”

I climaxed again, so hard my eyes crossed. But House Call only intensified his stimulation as he recognized my state and kept his muzzle locked hard against my quivering mounds. He rode my weeping entrance, still lapping away at it, before my contractions finally subsided and my body relaxed beneath him.

His initial duty to me complete, he nickered appreciatively before standing up again and hopping off the bed, making a show of wiping his chin as he licked the residue from his hoof. “My compliments to the pretty little lady. You’re delicious!” He smiled, showing me the clear, floral extract he’d drawn from me, sitting in a pool on his long tongue before swallowing it down.

I should have been enormously gratified by that point, but what I felt was something closer to chagrin. “But I… still haven’t made you cum!” My ears drooped to the side, my face downcast. “Does that mean I’m a bad lover?”

He gave a nickering laugh straight from the belly, his wings twitching stiffly again; even Kit-cat had to chortle as I spoke in such a forlorn tone. To my relief, he appeared to be enjoying himself immensely despite my lack of doing anything in return to him. “Of course not! I haven’t cum yet because I’m saving it for you, Rose!”

My heart leapt anew as House tapped the back of the bed gently with his hoof. “So if you want what I’ve got, it’s all yours, filly. Just dangle your legs down here and let me take care of the rest!”

I nodded, wordlessly, still swimming in the afterglow of my orgasm even as my anticipation began to build again. I felt completely under his thrall at that moment; my voice seemed to have stopped working as I scrambled to place my rump in the exact place he’d told me to, and to do so in as little time as equinely possible, despite being in a surreal dissociative fugue.

Once I’d positioned myself to his satisfaction, he cupped my rump in both of his forehooves and began to massage them, taking great pains to spread my flanks wide to expose the lips of my marehood fully. “So firm, even for so young. You’re going to be a very special mare someday, Rose.” He kissed the tips of both of my ears.

“You’re going to meet a lot of stallions and make them very happy. But before you’ve tasted each of them and been filled to your satisfaction…” he stopped just long enough to kiss each of my nascent teenage teats “…before they’ve had the honor of rutting you, I’m going to show you how they’ll do it tonight in every way I know possible!”

For a moment, I thought I was going to faint on the spot; Kit-cat said something beside me but I didn’t hear her, my attention fully fixed on the smiling stallion who was shortly going to be mounting me. “House, please!” I begged as my fillyhood winked. Its moisture was beading at the tip of my clit, the fire of estrus impossibly filling me once more with the drive to be bred.

The mattress springs crunched, nearly tipping me off of the bed; I dug into the sheets and braced myself as the looming shadow of House cast my entire form in shade. “Eep!”

The soft bristles of my tail swiped over his stallionhood, which, having missed its mark, prodded my forbidden entrance instead. He grunted painfully.

This time, I heard the voice of Molly speak. “Easy there, House! There’s no way you’re going to rut my little sister under the tail without a tub of lubrication and a minor miracle. And you’ll understand that I’d rather not have to explain to the town doctor why she started bleeding there.”

“You got that right, Molly.” House Call snugged his body over mine, prodding experimentally against my rump, thighs, and hips as he worked to correct his position, working blind against my small form. “Don’t worry, I’m not that ambitious!”

“C-can I help you at all?” I asked in a small voice as his hardened rod of stallion virility probed blindly beneath him. He hadn’t been joking when he hinted he wasn’t experienced with having sex with foals.

“You’re fine, Rose. Let me handle it!” House Call gave an excited whinny as the head of his phallus finally met with warm, sex-scented, and sadly short-lived success. In my shock at the rise of pressure against my sensitive love tunnel, I’d squirmed my behind enough that he’d lost his purchase.

“I’m sorry!” I wailed, feeling flustered again. “I didn’t mean to!”

“Don’t worry, Rose. We got this!” Molly climbed down from her chair and lifted me by the barrel effortlessly from a bipedal position, showing off her big sister strength and helping House guide me in.

“Thanks, sis - eep!” An electric current of pleasure and pain cut through me as he thrust again, finally driving his fat, mottled flesh helmet past my lips.

House grunted and groaned. “Whoa… that’s a really tight fit!” he paused to let me get used to the intrusion.

My sister cheered, the sound muzzled slightly by the large body suspended above me. “You did it, Rose! So how does it feel?”

I might have found the question funny had I not been nearly impaled by a large adult pegasus at the time. My slickened but still-small stable had done a magnificent job of accommodating my first lover, impossibly stretching out and then grasping him with the many concentric rings that contoured my inner walls. I felt his throbbing veins press into me with each heart beat; feel the rush of blood through the enormous organ that could only make it swell further.

It was so much stimulation and so much sheer erotic pleasure that I hadn’t known what to say. So I simply replied, “Stuffed!”

Molly laughed. “He’s more than a match for many adult ponies his age. He’s had fully-grown unicorns turn him down for sex, but we earth ponies are built for hard breeding from an early age. But I bet that feels pretty good to you, doesn’t it?”

“It hurts a little.” That was a prize understatement! “But it also feels… good!”

Molly nickered contently, starting to pleasure herself again. “Your body is working hard to fix the damage and the ‘feel good’ part of your brain will fully take control soon. It’s only your first time, so you may be a bit sore in the morning, though!”

“For this? I won’t mind…” I answered dreamily as the sharp pain from the initial penetration which had brought tears to my eyes slowly began to fade, replaced by fuzzy warmth that spread throughout my body. My eyes uncrossed themselves and I could perceive that I’d been drooling unchecked for the last ten seconds. I was still trembling and my entire body was coated in sweat.

“I can feel it, sis! It’s like his love is emptying into me!” I proclaimed.

“And I have much more still to give you, little Rosebud,” House replied, gently pressing himself into me by another inch. “The worst part is over. The best part is to come!”

“Mmph. Ahh~!” Whatever I was going to say was lost as he proceeded to press himself deeper, to the point that I felt the pressure begin to exert itself onto my ribcage and my belly poked out slightly beneath me. The warmth spread still further until even my hooves were filled with a fuzzy, indistinct pleasure, tingling and leaving me with an odd but irresistible desire to stretch them out.

I did so, and it actually spread the pleasure further, filling my limbs completely. I would describe this feeling later in life to other ponies and being a sort of ‘drunken’ feeling except that my mind was fully awake. I could perceive everything going on around me, even more so than usual. Even a light sprinkling of dust or sand on my coat I could feel on my skin.

It had to be the same for him, I thought or at least hoped. Especially since at that very moment, one of my ears was tickling the bottom of his chin. I knew he had to be enjoying that!

As much as I wanted to feel him pressed all the way inside of me — feel the kiss of his sweaty sack against my filly posterior — he hadn’t even come close; nor could he just yet. I would have to grow more a bit first, but until then, I’d done my sacred duty as a Dureingoan tribespony; I’d welcomed my guest with charity by giving him the most precious gift of water and renewed his spirit with the warmth of my company. My Ancestors, even now, were smiling down on me from the Summerlands.

“I love you, House Call,” I whispered, as he slowly withdrew, a trickle of our combined loveseed coating my thighs, before pistoning himself into me again — each thrust bringing me to pleasured maresong. My rump and barrel began undulating as the thrusts came harder and harder, the movement of his hips driving me hard into the mattress and causing the springs to groan slightly beneath our combined weight.

And yet, for all the pleasure I was experiencing, the popping from my marehood was making me so embarrassed. To my ears, it was almost deafening as the rush of air, sex, and sensitive flesh colluded within me like a bedroom orchestra that left me feeling a bit self-conscious for the first time. The thought initially occurred to me to ask House if the shameful noises coming from my fillyhood were ruining the moment. But they didn’t dissuade him from his erotic mission.

“Rose…” House Call gave a pleasured sigh before he took a final, ragged breath; his entire body tensing against me. “Thank you!”

Those were his last words before I heard my lover’s spine pop gently as he threw his head back, releasing his pent-up sexual energy with a rather un-ponylike roar of primal release. My eyes crossed again as his flare engaged, leaving me screaming with fresh pain and pleasure until my throat was raw. And in that magical moment, gouts of blazing, pressurized seed started pouring into my cradle, compelled by the dam of flesh behind to enter my womb until I was quickly and completely full. The remainder spilled out of me as my dam quickly broke, overwhelmed as it was by the sheer volume of pegasus stallion seed.

We were both breathing heavily when House pressed a hoof against my breast and rolled us both over onto his back, flaring his mighty wings with a loud fwoosh out to his side. Wrapped up in his powerful legs, our bodies still connected by his stallionhood, slowly deflating deep inside of me. I giggled as he started rubbing my ticklish spots.

“That was so neat! Whipping your wings out like, whoosh!” The maneuver had been the coolest thing I’d ever seen a pegasus do.

“Our wings aren’t just for flying, cutie. They help us balance our weight when we’re on the ground, too.” I nickered and neighed with delight as he began grooming my neck with his tongue.

“Wow! You’re like a… bedroom superhero!” Celestia, I wince whenever I think about how cheesy I sounded back then. But this is an honest retelling of events if nothing else.

“Captain Clop. That’s me!” House Call joked, making me smile. “Celestia, you are just the cutest little crumb I’ve ever met, Rose!” He leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. “You were amazing, too!”

“It was nothing more than you deserved, House!” I replied. “You’re a good stallion to all of my family!”

He took another ragged breath at my words as I found his barely-softened stallionhood already starting to grow rigid again. “Rose, if you don’t stop being adorable, I might never be able to pull out!” He stopped licking me to plant another kiss on my ear as he cradled me in his forelegs.

“I might not want you to pull out, House!” I felt his softened member throb hopefully anew.

“No bedtime for you yet, little filly?” His husky voice relit my hormonal preteen body into a blazing inferno, to which my sisters just laughed.

“I need more!” I wiggled my body in a vain attempt to pull myself off of him, imagining in my immature foalish mind that he wouldn’t be able to rut me unless he was standing over me. But I remained firmly attached to him, skewered like a shishkabob.

“Easy, Rose! I may be firm but I’m not unbreakable. Hold still and we can try something a little different.” He placed a steadying hoof on my back.

I covered my mouth with a hoof, amazed. “You can rut me on your back?”

“Yep. It’s called reverse cowfilly. First, I just need to get you upright…” He gave a satisfied groan as he pressed gently against my back. “There we go!”

“Hah! Ahhh!” I felt more of him drive into me as my weight was diverted from his warm fur coat directly onto his erotic spear. “By the sun, I’m going to break!”

“We’re not at the right angle! Put your legs down, Rose, or I might break too!”

I nodded and planted my legs on top of the wobbly mattress, nearly slipping on the slickened sheets. “Whoa!”

“I got you, Rose!” He braced my rump with both of his free hooves, then sighed with relief. “There you go. This time, you can do the work. Just raise yourself up and lower yourself down on me, at your own pace.”

“Really? Wow… but my legs are all rubbery!” I struggled to put weight on my hind legs which seemed to want nothing more than to go to bed for the night.

“I’ll be helping you all the way. Trust me! I know I’m trusting myself!” House Call sucked in a deep breath and exhaled. “Otherwise, I’m in for a world of pain…”

“I-I won’t let you down, House!” I turned my head as far sideways as I could, catching his face out of the corner of my eye and grinned at him.

He cradled my tiny rump carefully, pressing me up as high as he could go. It gave a sort of scale by which I could judge how deep he’d driven himself into me. I looked over at my sister and mouthed “this is awesome!” at her as she smiled back, clopping her hooves with joy.

“I’m so proud of you, little sis!” she mouthed back as she continued to grind a hoof into her marehood. “Don’t be scared!”

Below me, House suppressed a grunt as he begin to lower me back onto his erotic organ with a slickened squelch. I gave a brief, sharp squeal as I felt my body begin to stretch to accommodate him once more — his guiding hooves slowly raising me up and letting me back down.

“You got the hang of it, Rose?” House asked, sounding strained. I was standing over him with just the tip of his head inside me. “You just bounce up and down. It gets easier each time. Just don’t bottom out!”

“Okay!” I feigned confidence but my little legs were still pretty shaky. I took a deep breath and started lowering myself onto him again. His hooves were removed; I heard them slump to the mattress with a heavy thunk. I suppose even as light as I was as a little filly, it was still a burden to have sex for two! But that wasn’t fair. Filly or no, I had to carry on my end of the exchange and this was my moment of truth.

“I can do this!”

“All psyched up, Rose?” House Call put one hoof back on my rump. “Just let your body relax. There. Just like that.”

“By Luna’s moon… you’re so huge!” I gritted my teeth as I lowered myself back onto him as every part of me seemed to stretch like a rubber band. Lifting myself up off him was the hardest given my inner stable seemed reluctant to let him go; my churning walls gripped him greedily in a bid to extract his vital juices. I gave a primal roar of pain, pleasure and pure frustration the limitation of my frail filly form as I lowered myself onto him again out of sheer will. And yet, I took heart from the fact I seemed to be doing it right — his groans intensified with each repetition; I was sinking more of him into me with each repetition!

I felt the corners of my lips curl up as Molly jumped up and did a pinwheel kick. “Now. there’s the confident look of a true heir of Rosa Salvaje!” she proclaimed. “You’re a natural, Rose!”

I heard her but couldn’t answer as, my eyes closed in contemplation, I slammed myself down onto his hardness repeatedly, stopping just before he could reach bottom.

House Call let out a very un-masculine squeal, emptying the air in his lungs and leaving him gasping for air. “Rose, that was unreal! I think I just met my ancestors in the afterlife…”

Gritting my teeth, I withdrew myself and slammed myself onto him again, causing him to grunt again; a glance down my body to the left showed that his hoof had grabbed hold of a bedsheet and was holding it tightly, bunching it up

“H-how!?” House cried out in shock, cut off by another hard push down from yours truly. “Oof! So much, so fast…”

“How could I not pay back my first love?” I asked my new lover rhetorically. “You will remember my name, House!”

“Rose!” he cried out, nearly drowned out by the crunching of mattress springs, paired with wet squelches and the sound of rippling flesh. I couldn’t stop even though my eyes were streamed with tears of pleasure; my abused voice was cracking from the wails of ecstasy threatening to tear my throat apart. I heard his breath catch in his throat; for a moment it sounded like he was choking and then with one final roar of triumph, his flare gripped me and I felt his essence fill me again.

I came as well, so hard I thought I might faint this time. Sweaty and gasping, he snuggled up with me again as the pair of us were shortly spooned on our side in a pool of our own seed; his pegasus stallionhood still buried up to my cervix.

“Now that was awesome to watch, little sister.” Molly walked up to us and ruffled our manes. “House, Rosebud, you two are going to be saddle buddies from now on! I will see to it!”

“Aw, Molly. You’re dumping me?” House Call replied, sounding possibly regretful and perhaps sarcastic. Maybe even both for all I could tell.

“I’m promoting you,” she replied smugly. “You two look really good together and I’m sure Mom will agree with me to let you formally date my sister even though she’s technically too young to have a dedicated buddy. Unless you don’t want to sleep with the beautiful, young filly willing to go all out for you on her first time to the racetrack…”

“Alright, Kitty, you win!” House tickled my belly again and I giggled uncontrollably.

Was this really happening? My own coltfriend? My own stallion to see me whenever we want? To be able to sleep with me totally unsupervised and leave the compound for extended periods of time? Was this the Summerlands? Was I actually dead?

“What do you think, Rose? You’ve been surprisingly quiet for a filly who just dominated an adult stallion into submission. So how about it? Does House Call meet with your approval?”

“Yes! Yesyesyesyesyesyes!” My tiny legs waggled out in front of me as if I were in full gallop. “House, you’ll really be my colt?”

“If your Mother approves it, absolutely.” He trailed a line of kisses up my right ear. “And Rose… I could never forget your name no matter what. You’re truly one of a kind, and I’ll remember you for the rest of my life!”

I cooed, savoring our closeness as he stroked me gently with his hoof.

“Here, House. Be a gentlecolt and brush her.” Molly picked a brush up with her teeth and placed it on the bed nearby. “The part of her not covered in baby batter, at least! Sure glad I wrapped my mattress in plastic before you two used it!”

I’d thought the sheets felt a bit crispy under my hooves!

“With pleasure,” House replied before running the free end through my tail, carefully untangling each knot as he brushed.

“Good. Keep being gentle with her, House. I see my little sister hasn’t been keeping up with her ablutions.” Molly wiggled a disapproving hoof at me.

“Neither would you like this!” I replied. Surely she was just teasing, knowing herself the all-consuming void of estrus and its impact on the equine psyche. “I’m just happy House is here now to help me deal with it. I haven’t felt this… equine in days.”

House set the comb down on my back and nuzzled the base of my neck. “Neither have I. But I feel the need for you still, Rose.”

“You’ve already cummed inside of my underage sister twice and still you feel the more?” Molly teased.

My ear closest to the door turned to face it. The jingle-jangle from earlier had started up again but there was no more moaning. Slow, rhythmic breathing from my sister caught my ear, confirming she was asleep. But the sound was coming closer.

Coming, I suspected, for me.

“I’m beyond hope, it’s true,” House Call replied before there was a knock at the door. "I’m already addicted.”

“Hey, Molly. Am I interrupting anything?” a voice spoke from behind the door. “Market Garden and Aces High went to bed and I’m out here all alone.”

Molly sighed and shook her head, knowingly. “Haven’t you been rutting that filly all day with your friend? Have you still not spent enough time inside my family for one day?”

“Ehhhnope!” the stallion’s voice replied. “So many mares, so little time…” he added almost wistfully.

“So, then, Rose, what do you think? Do we let him in?” Molly asked.

“Is… that okay, House?” I asked meekly. “I’m enjoying the brushing, too!”

House smiled and nuzzled me on the neck again. “You agreed to have sex with him before we started, remember?”

“Yes, but I didn’t know you were going to be my coltfriend at the time!” I replied indignantly.

Yes, it sounds strange to anyone who met me as an adult, and stranger still to those who met me in my teen years but like normal, healthy mares, I too, had an ingrained sense of disgust against sleeping with another mare’s stallion. With relatively few to go around, we mares protect the stallions we have and we definitely don’t purloin those of others —especially our own kindred!

House Call made a nickering laugh. “Rose, it’s fine. Being my saddle buddy isn’t too demanding. I will warn you though; my friend Cave Diver is the stallion out there and he’s out for one thing and one thing only. And if you let him in, you’re going to have a sore rear-end for a few days.”

“House isn’t wrong, Rose. But I have lube on standby in case you want to give it a try.” Molly held up a tube with a pointed, plastic tip at the end like a comically oversized syringe. “It contains a muscle relaxant, too. I still wouldn’t recommend it, though."

I remembered how tight House Call had been inside of my marehood and looked back at my sister skeptically.

“Oh, Cave Diver isn’t as big around as House is. You can fit him in… with some persuasion.” A glob of clear goo appeared on the tip of the tube as my sister gave it a gentle squeeze. The choice is yours, Rose! Just please don’t think you have to do it to please him. If you’re not ready for that, nobody will hold it against you. Isn’t that right, Cave Diver?” she prompted as the door opened to reveal another pegasus — a yellow-coated stallion with a green mane and tail. He tipped the wide-brimmed cowpony hat at me in acknowledgment.

“Not at all, little missy! Just thought I’d help out a lady with her first estrus with a little good old-fashioned spelunking!” My eyes caught a glint of reflected light and tracked it back to the source attached to his steel pony shoes. This cowpony had been wearing his spurs to this filly rodeo! And from the sounds my middle sister had been making, it hadn’t been his first.

I but my lip and splayed my ears gently, predictably drawing his eyes to them. “I don’t know what a spee-lunker is, stranger. I could use some more… ‘help’ with my estrus, though~!”

“Hmpf! Took a lot of time to make your decision, Rose!” Molly Kit-cat gave House Call a significant look and he rose up off of the bed. The pair threw a leg over each other’s neck and kissed deeply. “The bed is all yours, Cave Diver. Good luck finding the dry spot.”

The pair of former saddle buddies went back to kissing as my eyes were once again drawn to the face of the handsome colt looking down at me. He was a bit slighter a stallion than House, but taller. His neck, shoulders, and belly were exceptionally well-defined. The caps of his hooves appeared worn from labor. This wasn’t a soldier, but a worker, I concluded.

He leaned against the mattress on his forehooves, giving me a good look at the still-oozing stallion snake slapping against his stomach as he gave both of my enormous ears a gentle nip. “A spelunker is a cave diver, like my name. Abandoned or unexplored caves and mine tunnels, especially. Basically, we find the tightest, dankest places in Equestria and explore them.”

Lifting my chin gently he planted a kiss on the soft, underside of my muzzle. I hummed with contentment as he worked his way down my neck. “Going into caves is dangerous, you know.”

I hadn’t known why at the time, but learned later in life that you had a safer time living in the Everfree Forest than entering caves that had been abandoned. Spider nests and other dangerous creatures lived inside of them; it was even possible you might stumble on a sleeping dragon who would aggressively defend his hoard by incinerating you.

Even finding a cave that truly was empty had its own dangers, knowing that there could be an important and possibly deadly reason for it. Breathable air was limited inside parts of them and you could be dying from oxygen deprivation without even knowing it. Worse, poisonous gases and even radioactive arcanocite — the most dangerous alchemical element known to ponykind — added another layer of hidden danger to the mix. If I ever learned any of my foals had knowingly entered a cave at any point in their life, I would simply faint!

“My dear filly, the danger is part of the fun! But take it from me that fun doesn’t always have to be dangerous.” He had climbed fully onto the bed now, his fully erect stallionhood brushing my scalp and tossing my mane as he loomed over me like a passing dragon. “But I could talk about caves all night and I don’t want to waste your time. Or this opportunity. So shall we… get better acquainted?”

I replied with a long and languid lick across the considerable length of his stallionhood. It struck me with a pang, as the smell of honeydew melon tickled my tongue, that I had just tasted my own sister.

“Sweetheart, you are the kinkiest little filly I have ever met!” He nuzzled at my flanks, aggressively and suggestively nibbling at a particular spot on my flank, leaving me wondering the reason. I didn’t have long to wait for an answer. “And you have the most beautiful cutie-mark I have ever seen!”

My eyes felt like they’d just bugged out of my head. I whipped my head up in a panic, accidentally striking Cave Diver on the belly.

“Oof! Careful down there, Rose. I don’t want to tell my friends the cave that finally did me in was yours!”

I was in shock and didn’t even respond to Cave Diver’s joke. “Wait? I have a cutie mark!? I have a cutie mark?” I had to know immediately. So scrambling out from beneath the larger pony, I bent my head around and saw it. Emblazoned on my flank, was a single red rose with a green stem! I must have gotten it when I was being deflowered by House!

“It’s Rosa’s mark!” Molly Kit-cat said with something like reverence. “By the Spirit of Salvaje, Mom is going to totally freak!”

Cave Diver frowned. “Hang on… Rosa? Isn’t she the matriarch of your tribe?”

“She was, yes!” my sister replied, the pair of us grinning. “And now you’re looking at her heir. The family suspected Rose was the chosen one because she has Rosa’s ears, but this confirms it!”

House gawked at me. “So you’re saying my little saddle buddy is the literal reincarnation of the element of sex?”

“You… could put it that way, House! Although, no wings and horn for being that element, though,” Molly Kit-cat explained, winking my way.

“I’m happy for you all; especially you, Miss Rosebud. But what does it all mean?” Cave Diver stroked my ear absentmindedly as he looked over at my sister.

Molly tossed the tube of lube onto the bed, a tiny squirt leaking out onto the sheets. “Rose, as the Heir of Rosa Salvaje de Dureingo, immortal leader of our tribe, it is no longer a question of will but destiny that you shall serve as the ultimate expression of her values. Through you, her hunger must be sated. Through you, her sexual appetites and curse runs deep. And from this day forth, your desire to mate will only increase until you find your very special somepony. Do you understand what this means?”

I didn’t, but in response, I presented my quivering tailhole to my sister. “I-I a-am p-p-p-rep-p-p-ared!”

My voice trembled, but not because I wasn’t even remotely prepared. It was because every part of my body was now screaming for the release that Cave Diver could offer me.

“Rosa is smiling down upon you from the Summerlands, little crumb!” my sister said, inserting the tip of the tube into my tailhole. The relative coolness of the plastic jarred me enough to make me whinny. I trembled with need and instinctively, pressed my rump back hard against thetip of the lubricator, the fluid pouring down into my alimentary tract until it was all but filled.

“It’s… warm!” I gave my rump a shake, a drip escaping down my backside and across the sensitive lips of my feminine entrance, leaving a delightful tingling sensation against my flushed skin. Apparently satisfied, my sister coated the puffy ring of muscle surrounding my tailhole with its own slather of lube. The warmth and tingling against my skin was all I could then feel. “C-can Mister Cave mount me now, Molly?”

“You heard the lady, CD. Mount up!” Molly indicated with her hooves against the surface of the sticky sheets where he should position himself and helped position me as well. Strangely, I’d thought at the time, my sister pushed the long pillow on the bed up against my muzzle. “And please be as gentle as you can. Earth pony or no, that lubrication won’t stop her from feeling all pain… House! Eek! You are a bad, bad colt!”

House Call himself seemed to had taken my sister’s words as an invitation for when she’d returned to sit back down, he reared up and mounted my sister from behind, sliding into her effortlessly. In no time, he was nibbling and licking at her right ear as she squeaked playfully back at him.

I looked back at my sister smugly. Pain? I could deal with pain. I’d just taken a fully-grown and well-endowed pegasus to my very depths and she spoke of pain? Why I’d be lucky to feel anything even close to discomfort with the endorphins flowing through my body and the anesthetic sensation the lubricant was enchanted with.

Somewhat to my disappointment, I barely even felt the tip of his stallionhood as it brushed up against my puffy donut-shaped sphincter, concentrating instead on the rising and falling of Cave Diver’s belly as he breathed with the deliberate determination of an archer before firing the fatal shot. I snorted gently as the donut began to widen, accepting its first ever entrant.

“Mph!” Without a thought, I wiggled my rump slightly. I think my body was instinctively trying to rid itself of the invasive elongate trying to slither its way into my den, but my lover’s aim was true — and besides, his much larger frame had bracketed my tiny hooves with his own such that I couldn’t get away.

“You’ll want to bite down on that, Rose,” my sister said delicately from where he was being rutted by House Call, whose eyes were riveted on us despite his thrusts into Molly.

My eyes crossed as he pressed his thickly-helmeted, mottled equine glans against my anus, spreading the ring still more. I grunted gracelessly and finally, taking my sister’s advice, bit down on the pillow.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, joining the pooling saliva on the pillow below. It would be a chore to clean later, but I didn’t care about that then. I made another miserable grunt as I finally enveloped the enormous head of his stallionhood. It sank into me a little over an inch, aided as it was by the slippery assistance the lube provided.

“Try to relax, Rose. Don’t tense up or it will hurt even worse!” Molly Kit-cat placed her hoof in mine, massaging my leg as she looked caringly into my eyes. “I know it hurts, but you need to give the lube time to work.”

I gave a terse nod before grunting loudly into the pillow again as he paused for just a few seconds before he began migrating even deeper inside of me. A gush of wetness poured down my inner thigh, my tailhole filled to overcapacity and evacuating the excess lube through the point of least resistance.

And then I felt it.

“Oh, Cave~!” I whispered, the pillow falling from my powerful bite.

Suddenly, the pain was completely gone. Every surface of his stallionhood was awash with slickness and so were my inner walls. By my passed greatest grandmother, it was like we’d physically fused into one pony and his shaft was now every bit a part of me as my own overstretched sphincter! I gave my little rump another jiggle and heard the familiar fluid squelching of flesh on flesh but my body now yielded effortlessly to him.

Feeling dazed but immensely fulfilled, I smiled up at my sister. I could see her smiling back through the heavy glare of my tear-stained eyes.

“You… are a miracle, Rose,” Cave Diver grunted gently before kissing me on top of my head. “You learn well. Now that the hard part has passed, let me make you feel pleasure instead of pain!”

His first shallow thrusts made the thin layer of fat across my rump shake; the piercing sound of tight suction all that could be heard as I’d bitten into the pillow once more to stifle the moans of rutting rapture threatening to rupture my sensitive eardrums. Tears of pain turned to tears of pleasure and time began to lose all meaning as we synchronized our bodies to one another. When he thrusted, I thrusted back until he was sunk all the way to the entrance of my colon.

“Buuuuuuuck!” Cave Diver fell forward, hilted inside of me and emptied glob after hot sensuous glob of seed into my backside; the flare of his head causing my belly to expand around it.

My consciousness began to slip away. It felt like I was a noodle being pulled through a spaghetti machine, eyes slammed shut in terror, until I appeared on the other side. When I opened my eyes, I was standing in a dark place surrounded by stars. More stars than I could possibly see on a perfectly clear night in the desert. Standing before me in a spotlight provided by the nearest star was Rosa herself, as beautiful as she ever was during the flower of her youth.

Tufts of beige fur poked out of the collar of her patterned dress, which matched the red, gold and green of her mane. Her ears each stood taller than the length of my body.

I bowed in reverence, my eyes moistening as she laid a hoof on my head. “You… you’re…”

“Rosebud. Look at me.” She spoke to me in what I can only describe as a distant echo from the other side of a canyon. I looked up at her, feeling the urge to tear my eyes once more from the sight of her majesty.

“You… Y-you’re R-Rosa S-s-salvaje de-”

“Yes, my great-great-great grandaughter,” she interrupted. “But not tonight. Tonight, I was Rosebud Salvaje de Dureingo. And that was the best rut I’ve had in of years!”

“Really? I was that good?” I had started to smile when I mentally kicked myself. She was the most important pony in our tribe and I was going to talk about myself? I had so many questions. So many things I wanted to know about her. But even now, I felt the spindly spaghetti noodle connecting us together begin to strain. I could feel her physical presence pull away from me, and I began to panic over losing her when I’d only just found her. “N-no! Rosa, I have to ask why you’re here! What happens to us after we die? Are you happy where you are? Don’t go!”

Rosa’s laughter echoed back towards me. “We will talk more when your time comes. But for now, you must live your own life. And I trust yours will be every bit as interesting as mine. Go forth, young Rosebud, and take the name of ‘Roseluck’ as your good fortune will earn you many friends. Know that I will be watching over you for all of your days… and enjoying your best sex too! Adios!”

The vision was lost, the smiling face and waving hoof of my great progenitor the last thing I saw before I woke up in Cave Diver’s legs. He had me wrapped up, laid atop his belly, and was grooming one of my ears. He was still wedged tightly inside my rear. I perked up the ear that wasn’t being licked at the moment, turning it towards the action going on next to me.

“House. She’s waking up! So proud! Mmf!” my sister said before she gave up speaking entirely, subsumed beneath a wave of wet plaps, heavy breathing and the sound of clopping hooves against the floor. She caught me looking when I turned to face them and winked back at me.

“Hey, you okay, there, Rose? You kind of blacked out back there!” Cave Diver whispered in my ear with some concern.

“I’m fine, Cave Diver. I was just, uh… catching up with family!” I explained as I leaned back into his soft fluffy chest and sighed happily.

Cave Diver chuckled. “Family, huh? Sounds like you had quite a spiritual experience! But I reckon you need a break before we keep going. Shall we hit the hay?”

“Let’s!”

Slowly, I began drifting off to sleep. The last thing I heard before drifting off was my sister’s orgasm shaking the walls. I beamed with pride for myself and my family, nodding off with a contented smile on my face. We’d done good that night and brought our stallions deep satisfaction even as they’d done the same for us. And in the end, wasn’t that was sex was all about?