Fecundity: The Roseluck Lovemaking Anthology

by AJ Aficionado

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Slice of Life, Roseluck, Original Character, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Bat Pony, Fetish
Length: 42893

Roseluck writes an audiobiography detailing her most lurid sexual conquests. Commissioned by PeerImagination.

Married and with foals, Roseluck has everything a pledged broodmare could ever ask for: a nice home, eleven healthy foals, a caring and kinky husband and a nigh-indestructible anus for her backdoor-loving bat-pony soulmate. And yet, there's a nostalgia buried deep inside her closet just begging to escape so she decides to write about every single significant sexual experience she's ever had, starting with her first.

This is going to take a while and her sorely-aroused husband can't wait to read every last word...

And neither can her son.

Canon to Don't Feed The Bats, Dibs on My Sister, and every Roseluck fic I write afterward.

Edited by Firesight
Preread by Silentwoodfire and Sleeping Cobrox.

Fetishes: Earplay, anal, vaginal, oral (both kinds), and M/M/F sex with more to come later.

This fic was originally commissioned by Dezmo. This story is now commissioned by PeerImagination. I am not currently seeking new commissions.

The cover art is by Hioshiru.

Story featured at 1 PM 8/21/2021 in 6th place.

This story takes place at the bottom of a gravity well and consequently, all characters are above the age of 10,000 years old in Earth years.

Published 2021-08-21 09:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-03-25 20:49:35 UTC

Hubby Helps Himself

“Fecundity”

By AJ Aficionado

A gift for Dezmo

I opened the door to my bedroom. Peace at last.

Imagine having eleven foals. Now imagine eight of your foals can fly. Now imagine that they can see in the dark and you live in a treehouse connected by a spiral ramp that goes around and around the trunk so you spend half of your day walking uphill to get where you need to go.

Just another day as an earth pony housewife in Thestralslovakia, the kingdom of the bat ponies.

I turned the knob on the wall next to me. A series of blue crystal lanterns on the wall and ceiling immediately came to life and illuminated the room in a cool glow; bright enough for me to see clearly but not so bright as to hurt a thestral’s eyes under normal conditions. As it was, my husband was wearing special contact lenses to prevent ‘light blindness' but not all of our foals could say the same.

The sun climbed high in the sky behind the thick, dark-shaded curtains, my foals fast asleep being of the nocturnal persuasion — myself as well, if not by choice. My thestral — that’s the proper name for a bat pony — husband Europa was due back soon, but ‘due’ has always been a relative term for him so I wasn’t expecting him for at least another hour or two. I double-checked the wifey-do list I keep in my head to make sure I’d remembered to give my two newest babies a suckle at mama’s teats, and hoof out all the team assignments to the older foals. I was all good there.

Breathing a sigh of relief at finally having a moment to myself in my busy life — I have to say; I never knew how much I would enjoy motherhood or how much it would take out of me! — I withdrew a silver-framed wooden box from my clothing chest bearing my red rose cutie mark from underneath a modest assortment of garments. It was, as it should be, sealed tightly closed. No keyhole or gap between the lid and frame gave any hint to would-be thieves on how to gain unauthorized access.

I gave the lid of the box a swipe across the cutie mark on my ample rump and heard a click emanating from inside. The Canterlot ponies may have been a bit uptight for my liking, but they sure knew how to craft a lock!

Inside, my ancient and most treasured possession, my diary, looked up at me with its many yellowed and dog-eared pages. I breathed in deeply, reveling in the scent of burled walnut, aged parchment and floral fragrance. I gave the book a hug, greeting it as I would an old friend and carried it back to the bed with me, placing it atop one of the two pillows.

Before I could climb into bed and start reading, I heard a door close gently downstairs. My husband had made it home on time for a change! My ears swiveled left and right, as proportionally large and sensitive as that of a fennec fox, to track the source of the sound from the door to the downstairs fridge, where I knew he was reading the note I left him. I grinned satisfied at the thought of the blush growing across his face.

I hooved the old diary under the bed before dimming the lights and burrowed beneath the sheets; my old friend and the thoughts I wished him to share were going to have to wait.

I moaned gently with anticipation, stifling the sound with a hoof as I allowed my tail a moment to flag freely. I could hear him walking upstairs at a deliberate pace, anticipating the prize waiting fully displayed for him in his bedroom like an early, erotic Hearth’s Warming present.

His journey upstairs seemed to take an interminably long time. Not surprising — it had been a long and trying day as life with a large family usually was, and we both needed what we had to offer. Wanting to save myself for him, I resisted the desperate urge to hoof myself off covertly as I laid on my belly, chin resting on the pillow as if I were sleeping.

The door creaked open slowly — we really did need to oil that one hinge — as if I wouldn’t be able to hear it, followed by the sounds of his muffled hooffalls slowly creeping up on me as he kept his touch as light as possible by keeping his wings flared to reduce his weight; his approach audible as the barest of squeaks and scrapes on the wooden floor. A slight jolt followed by a groan of mattress springs announced his presence next to me. My face twitched slightly as the sweet scent of tree pollen and forest fragrance filled my nose. And then I felt it, a gentle kiss to the pointed tip of my ear.

“Sound asleep. That’s my filly.” He breathed huskily into my ear before bathing its length with his long tongue, winding its way around both front and back with the serpentine agility I so loved in him.

I inadvertently shuddered. It’s impossible for me to put into words just how sensitive my ears are to touch, but just to give you an idea, I’ve climaxed multiple times standing out in a thunderstorm from the wind and rain beating against them. So it was that he didn’t relent in his erotic bathing of my extensive auricle, occasionally nipping it gently with his fangs as every part of me fought to keep myself still and silent.

“I could lick you all night, you know, and you wouldn’t remember a thing,” he whispered again. “In fact, I think I will!”

With that declaration, he jammed his tongue squarely into my ear, sloshing it around wetly inside of it wildly, gently pressing a hoof up to my muzzle in anticipation of the move. It didn’t stop me from squeaking with pleasure as I shuddered uncontrollably. I bit into my hoof harder at the sensation, the biological imperative to cum speeding towards me like an oncoming train. Abandoning my silencing efforts, I jammed my muzzle into the pillow and groaned as a stream of floral-scented slickness escaped my winking marehood.

“So soon?” Europa scoffed in enormous amusement, though he didn’t stop playing along. “And yet, you’re still fast asleep. I suppose you’ll need a little help cleaning up after that, yes?” He teased, eliciting a shudder as I imagined it. “No, no. You don’t have to answer! Just leave everything to me…”

I felt the sheet torn off of me and hurled to the floor. I must have been quite a sight, laying shivering in a pool of my own mingled sweat and sweet-scented love jelly, and if the wet spot under my erect teats was any indication, milk. That was hardly surprising. My teats were filled to firmness ever since the birth of my first foal without fail and seemingly no amount of pumping was able to fully drain them.

As much as I loved the feel of them full, sometimes they got a bit too bloated, and I’d need my husband’s help to relieve me in more ways than one.

The crunching of bedsprings greeted my ears, followed by the sound of a pair of huge, leathery wings flapping overhead. His hooves touching down almost soundlessly on the floor behind me projected his intentions clearly. His spit sloshed loudly inside his muzzle as he licked his lips; his mouth always watered when he did so, especially when I treated him to some vanilla extract along its length.

Two hooves came down on either side of me and his wing-thumbs hooked around my torso, dragging me backwards until my teats were dangling off of the bed. Luckily for me, the razor-sharp claws attached to each of them were retracted.

He pinched one of my teats gently with his hoof, a warm stream of milk drizzling into his hoof. “Does your body never tire of sustaining my foals?” he asked as he ran his forehooves through my soft belly fur in an act of intolerable teasing. “I only asked you for eight sons and daughters, but you demanded twenty-four.”

I had to stifle a giggle. I’d told him that twenty-four was my minimum on top of the eight we already had, but I was sworn not to talk until he’d had his way with me. Still, he’d be hearing it from me later for not remembering; the forgetful but loveable goof! I hadn’t been holding on to a lifetime’s worth of eggs to waste a single one.

Or fail to enjoy the act that fertilized them, to say nothing of the foreplay that preceded it. Falling silent himself, he stopped talking so he could tongue at my nipples, eliciting a contented whinny from me. He seemed to enjoy my inability to control myself in his presence and was improvising well. Still, I kept motionless for as long as possible; each breath I drew as slow and deliberate as if I were sleeping like we agreed to do in my note.

A minute of exquisite mammary stimulation later, he decided to start speaking again. “You provide this household our entire stock of dairy as well and still it’s not enough for you,” He paused a second time to begin suckling down my unfiltered momma juice from my other teat as my maternal instincts kicked in again, nickering and snorting softly as he sucked me as eagerly as any of my foals. At that moment, I was truly a mother not just of eleven, but twelve!

Finally, I heard him sigh contently and wipe the milk mustache from his lips with his foreleg. I’d have thanked him if I could, feeling a lot lighter than I had a moment ago but I knew by the time I woke up, I’d be nearly full again.

“Breeding doesn’t merely satisfy a biological necessity for you, Roseluck. It is your very essence and purpose in life. You yearn to carry the seeds of Luna’s winged progeny inside your inner creche and have since before you were born!” He teased my mind with his words and my cutie mark with his tongue, eliciting another involuntary moan as my tail flagged wildly over his head.

I wanted badly to respond in the affirmative. But I did not as my creamy-yellow mounds, still slick from my earlier exertions, began to quiver and wink anew. The pressure inside my nethers, so recently released, began to build once more; my taut, fleshy knob standing silent sentinel duty at my excited entrance.

Its open invitation did not go unnoticed. “And for this, Rose, I reward you, even if you won’t remember a thing that’s happened tonight!” Europa clutched two hooffuls of my soft, ample rump meat and began to massage them as he teased my clitoris with the pointed tip of his chiropteran tongue.

I squirmed futilely as the agile appendage swiped effortlessly across its perky, pink surface, never striking from the same angle twice. Europa was a patient lover and he loved more than anything to prove that just because he had strong genetics and respectable endowment. But that didn’t mean he was just going to thrust himself inside of me like a commoner, pushing my inner walls asunder like a Maregolian battering ram sacking a city on the Equestrian prairie.

Neigh, he would treat his Lady in a manner befitting his royal birth and see to her pleasure first.

It was greater than any commoner like myself deserved, and I loved him all the more for it.

I tightened the floor of my pelvis, collapsing my filly tunnel to get a grip on the slippery intruder, but he cheekily poked straight into my sensitive G-spot before darting away.

Now I wanted to groan in frustration, but I bit my lip to keep quiet. Having teased me to limits, he skillfully pierced my aching slit with his skilled oral appendage again, finally committing to his night’s mission. This time, he began by alternating his concentric circular tongue sweeps from clockwise to counter-clockwise against the erogenous, stallion-gripping ridges that have sucked my husband dry at least once a day since we’ve met. Our friendly sparring quickly had me moaning again as he struck my g-spots again and again, never slowing down and never staying in the same place for longer than a conscious moment.

He slapped my rump with an audible thwap ,sending ripples through my soft, homemaker’s physique as he intensified his tactile tongue work. His initial assault on my love tunnel successful, he moved in to finish me off, filling the room with the sound of frenzied slurping.

There was no need to say anything, even if I was allowed to speak. My body was an instrument in his loving hooves, and he knew every note of our sensual song by heart. I gasped loudly and moaned into my pillow as I came again into his maw. I imagined it as if it were happening; his pouchy, bat-like cheeks so fond of pulping fruit poofing out to accommodate my bounty of nectar until I’d fired my last juicy rocket into his mouth, not wasting a drop.

My imagination was confirmed when I heard him swallow wetly and wipe his mouth again.

He next smacked his lips lewdly; I could practically see him grinning through closed eyes. “As tart and sweet as dandelion juice, like you were on the day we met.”

I took a moment to appreciate that, even roleplaying a stallion violating his wife in her sleep, he couldn’t resist being an absolute sweetie about it. I am nothing if not fortunate enough to be married to this wonderful male.

I felt his shadow on my back as he drew back from me, silent and foreboding, until his forehooves crashed down hard on either side of me with another groan of compressed bedsprings; it was accompanied by. his unsheathed bathood landing with a gentle thud against my spine.

“I think… we can spare room for another foal, don’t you, Rose?” Europa laughed, gently snaking his long, slender stallionhood across my back, reminding me that even down all four hooves — a most uncommon way for a thestral to have sex, preferring their intimacy upside-down like their ancient bat ancestors — he was more than capable of punching through my cervix and ensuring every last drop of his essence filled my waiting womb.

I couldn’t help it. I giggled gently, breaking character as I waggled my rump ever so slightly, inviting him to make good on his ‘threat’.

Despite that, he didn’t stop his roleplay. “You’ve had sex before in your sleep, haven’t you, Rose?” He continued his circular stroking of my stylized red rose cutie mark as he teased at my marehood with shallow jabs, just deep enough to cause me to involuntarily grasp at his stallion meat with my lower walls but not deep enough to grab and strangle it of its precious fluids.

He was right, of course, but I didn’t reply.

“Hundreds of stallions, perhaps thousands have filled your womb while you begged for it to go on… forever.” Europa’s voice strained, not from humiliation as lesser stallions might believe but from arousal. “But for all their efforts and for all their virility, they did not claim your essence as a mare…”

He was absolutely right that none of those stallions had done for me what he had; made me both a mistress and mother. And hearing it, I wanted to hug him so badly at that point; it was all I could do to remain still and silent.

“This you left… for me.” He planted a kiss on the tips of each of my ears before finally giving me what my body had been crying out for since what seemed like endless hours.

“Ahhhn~!” My maresong slowly began to fill the room as he slowly pressed inside of me, striping my inner walls with the kiss of his narrow flare and shaft.

As a very sexually experienced earth pony mare sharing myself with a bat pony, there has always existed a difference in size — and weight — between us. Earth ponies and zebras possess the thickest stallionhoods among the races of equine inhabiting our world, on average. It is simply by virtue of our large size, being fortified by the strength of the Earth herself — the goddess of all living things that spring from the ground.

The bat ponies, by contrast, are the smallest of the races on average, possessing on average a slender, but longer, spear-like stallionhood; even longer than that of the formidable zebras. Instead of flaring before orgasm, locking themselves in erotic embrace against the inner stable walls of their female partners, bat ponies have evolved instead to painlessly penetrate the cervix of their lucky lady partners, most often suspended by their prehensile tails upside down in the “batty style” position.

It is not simply a kink, it’s a long-developed instinct and evolutionary adaptation to ensure reproduction. Rutting upside-down allows gravity to hold a thestral male’s priceless seed inside of her as well as shift his weight from off the poor mare’s back and onto his tail. This has the further benefit of allowing him to thrust himself much harder and much deeper inside of his mate — in this case, me — repositioning himself with the ease of tethered weightlessness.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t mate me the way most other races were used to, though it did mean a lot more work for him when he was rutting me pony style.

Not that I could tell as he changed positions with ease, striking deeply at different angles without any assistance from me whatsoever as the slopping sounds of wet and passionate sex intensified along with the eagerness of my cries.

I moaned and whimpered my approval with each demonstration of his immense sexual prowess, imagining his confident grin as he effortlessly turned me — yet again — into a panting pony puddle. He knew that few bat ponies could please a mare like me as well as he could, and he let me know it on a daily basis.

“You wouldn’t give this up for anything… would you?” He gave a hard jolt, perforating the muscular vault of my womb and sending a trickle of our love juices pouring inside, stoking my building inferno.

No! I thought back to him, willing him to hear it inside of his head and meaning it.

A warning flare was sent up from an aural command and my brain switched to its lowest alert level, my ears focusing on an unseen point in our large treehouse. Target acquired: Hooffalls at 6 o’clock low! Judging by the pace and heavy reverberation, it could only be my middle son, Charon, walking upstairs. Even through the haze of sound and pleasure, part of me suspected, even feared the worst, that he was heading upstairs to see his younger sister, Phoebe, while I was otherwise occupied.

Phoebe — the little terror! — probably put him up to it, having inherited both my uncommonly large ears and sensitive hearing, both of which she regularly employed against me, her kind and loving mother!

No… I was just being paranoid. He probably just needed to use the bathroom. But if I found out the two were kissing each other again, or worse, I was going to need to really put my hoof down. Really hard. But I put the thought out of my mind for the moment.

My rump was really shaking now. The bed slammed up against the wall repeatedly as the liquid slaps of flesh on flesh grew louder and louder; my ears beginning to ring from the sound of my own maresong. He’s close, I knew from long experience, but he pulled out to spare some love for my teats, channeling his pride and glory through the valley formed between my ample cleavage before switching back to my marehood and grinding his considerable length against my nub.

I screamed again with pleasure. By Luna’s tidal mareheat, he was just showing off how good he was by this point! I gave a frustrated whinny, but he just continued to tease me. I can’t say it didn’t feel wonderful to be worshiped this way, assuming I could say anything at all at that moment, but I wanted his load inside of me. My eleventh foal was crying out to be brought into this world, and his need to show off was delaying its conception.

Another alert from aural command: Target ‘Charon’ had halted outside of our room. Danger level increased. While it was by no means a revelation to my family that I had sex regularly with my wonderful husband and had him to thank for helping to bring them all into the world, they understood that interrupting us was only something you did when something very important is going wrong. Family protocol demanded any minor crises were to be reported immediately to an older sibling and we would be allowed to rut each other in peace to bolster their swelling ranks.

My husband, not being blessed with the gift of extraordinary hearing, noticed nothing out of the ordinary and continued grinding against my overstimulated clitoris.

I waited silently for the knock at the door, but none came. Was he waiting for us to finish? I wasn’t to speak or act in any way to imply I was actually awake, but if there really was a problem, I was going to call our night done and deal with it right away.

But still, there was no knock as the silence from beyond the door deepened. What the hay was Charon doing!?

And shortly, I didn’t care at all. “Ahhhhhhhh~!” I whooped with ecstasy as Europa drove himself back inside of me, catching me completely unawares. There was no way Charon didn’t know I was getting bucked senseless. The entire room was an echo chamber of the symphony of love and yet I didn’t hear him leave. He was just standing there for absolutely no reason.

I moved straight to high alert when the sound of Charon’s muffled hoofsteps crept into the room itself. No click to indicate the turn of a knob or creak of a door swinging on its hinges; it was as if he’d walked straight through it. But my son was every bit as solid as I am, which means my silly husband had left the Celestia-forsaken door open again and my innocent, sensitive colt was now getting the peepshow of a lifetime.

And apparently enjoying it from the change in his breathing pattern.

Why did the idea of it only turn me on even more?

“Enough games!” Europa scattered my thoughts as he popped the head of his stallionhood back inside of me and pressed himself back into my depths.

“Ahhh~!” Europa rammed his mare-splitter hard up against my cervical barrier, following it up again and again with surgically precise thrusts striking my most erogenous inner walls. He was done toying with me; he had already gotten me off repeatedly. It was time, therefore, for him to breed his mare.

My handsome Charon gasped, confirming he hadn’t moved at all since I last detected his presence. To my consternation, his introduction to intense sexual contact would be from watching his own two parents. But before I could dwell on where we had gone wrong with him, I felt my cervix open up to receive my husband who roared victoriously as our fluids poured into my love nest like a breached dam. We both came at once, locked one against the other as my inner walls were splattered in his baby batter, flooding my womb with his seed.

He held me pinned to the mattress and pillow as wave after crashing wave of orgasm tried to push him off of me, but his bulk secured his feeding tube until he could ensure every last drop of his seed had been pumped into me, maximizing our chances for a successful conception. When at last he’d finished filling me, he carefully withdrew, leaving my rump pressed up in the air, tail askew with all of our fluids still inside of me.

I expected him to give me the signal at that point, letting me know I was safe to talk again but he didn’t. Instead, he licked the puffy ring of muscles around my tailhole and climbed off of the bed. He wasn’t done with me and neither was Charon who had now drawn in so close, I could hear his heart beating fast.

Charon, I am sorry you’re having to see this! I thought to myself from some still-detached part of my being, knowing that if only my husband had allowed more time for our son to explore his sexuality with the other fillies in our small, forest village, he wouldn’t be spending his days pining for his own sister, and worse, spying on his own mother.

And yet, at that moment, I couldn’t feel more proud of myself for being as desirable as I was to the opposite sex, even well into my thirties. And if I am being entirely honest, the thought of setting an example for Charon on the proper method of pleasing a mare gave me satisfaction the likes of which I’d never felt before.

Not that I’d ever actually have a romantic or sexual relationship with my son, that would be unthinkable! But who could be a more practical teacher for a colt than its mother? I was the first mare he’d ever gotten to know intimately, after all.

My donut-shaped tailhole pulsed with anticipation as the sound of wood scraping against wood greeted my ears. Europa had withdrawn the tube of lube from the bedside table and twisted the cap off with his hoof, carefully setting the lid back down onto it. My husband was not the impulsive type; even in the throes of passion, he maintained an orderly calm befitting his station.

“For the record, I wasn’t planning on getting any sleep today, Rose.” He started dripping the lubrication down into the hole, a pleasantly warm, tingling sensation filling my bowels. “So you can rest for the both of us!”

I was going to Tartarus for what we were doing to my son but I couldn’t bring myself to stop it or even care as my marehood began to wink anew. His still-rigid shaft gently wiggled its way inside of the fortified ring of tissue, aided by copious amounts of lube.

To be sure, I was no stranger to anal sex and indeed demanded it of every stallion I’d ever been with. But my earth pony healing factor not only enabled me to indulge in it almost constantly without suffering a medical emergency, I suffered none of the anatomical issues that constant use of the orifice in such a manner might bring. It allowed me to maintain a fair degree of tightness to make each occasion enjoyable for us both; indeed, earth pony mares have been prized for generations by fellow lovers of the ‘anal arts’.

Now fully inside of me, he adjusted himself to make things a bit more comfortable for both of us.

My son was breathing more shallowly than I could have ever thought possible in an effort to quiet himself. I heard him sidestep ever so carefully, pressing a wing up against the wall to get a better view of the action. I couldn’t see him, but he must have been quite a sight with his astonishingly thick colthood unfurled and dangling just over the surface of the floor, fighting his every instinct to slap it against his belly over and over to a satisfying completion.

It spoke well for his self-control, as like myself, Charon was here with the same mission in mind: to remain as silent as possible and allow the inevitable to continue to its predictable conclusion.

Have to say, it gave me a strange sense of camaraderie with the young colt, who was my second son.

I grunted and bit down on the pillow hard. Every point of contact with the fleshy intruder screamed with pleasure as my body yielded to his persistent penetration; no other pleasure in the world could compare to this incredible feeling of bonding; of loving. I gripped him snugly but softly, letting the tingling lubrication spread itself to every recess of my alimentary tract as he slowly worked himself in and out, gaining a little more depth with his long sensual spear each time.

The slick pops, slurps and my muffled moans along with the cadence of his stallion apples slapping slowly and gently against my feminine entrance were the only sounds that could be heard, save for the labored breathing of Charon, our uninvited guest.

Occasionally he would stop, holding himself inside of me to nip and lick lovingly at my ears and neck. That was something he occasionally did; allowing us both to recharge while we reveled in each other’s company.

It was, for me, an unusual experience until we’d met as nearly all of my previous relationships were defined by the instant gratification of fast and easy sex — being pinned to the mattress and aggressively rutted until the stallion’s will to persist inevitably failed. Both slow and intimate and fast and frenzied had their upsides, but as the unspoken sense of contentment between us stretched on for over an hour, I knew this is what the moment called for right now.

I could only hope my son was taking note and would treat his future wife with such dignity and respect.

“Does Luna speak to you in your dreams, my love?” Europa whispered softly into my ear.

I gave a muffled nicker like a slumbering foal in the midst of a happy dream.

“Only fitting that your dreams should be as beautiful as the world around you, my precious Rose.” Europa’s voice cracked with emotion. “Callisto’s fire burns within you, huntress of the Moon, even if you carry not a weapon nor slay the forest’s creatures for sustenance. Though the Earth and Sun be your race’s affinity, She who hunts the stars has spoken your name — Roseluck: Seeker of stallions. Your reward in the next life is to be surrounded by your many friends and partners. And the legacy of birth you’ll leave behind will bring joy and balance to our world.”

I could stay silent no longer at such a heartfelt expression of pure love and reverence. “I-I… love, you, Europa.” The words poured from my very soul, uninterrupted despite my resolve to remain silent, but he raised no objection. Maybe it was that I’d sometimes whisper his name in my sleep. The fact would surprise me very little. His only reaction was to quicken his pace, pounding himself into me wetly as my inner flower wept with joy, coating his fine stallion apples.

Within very little time, he was driving into me with such ferocity that the bed was again beginning to collide with the wall. We were both primed and ready for another climax and I Intended to make it as memorable for him as possible. Bracing my forehooves to anchor myself properly to the bed, I then dug in with my rear hooves defiantly and began pushing back with my rump in time with his thrusts to get him even deeper inside of me — the first trick of lovemaking I’d ever learned.

His primal scree of pleasure was all he needed to express his thanks as behind us, Cheron began slowly creeping back away from us. But he didn’t leave the room.

Each thrust now came on me like a Manehatten jackhammer, sending shock waves of soft, pony plumpness radiating out across my body like ripples across a pond. Fused beneath my tail, we moved as one will and consciousness. My ears grew sore now from the constant roars emanating from our mouths, the clattering of steel bed frame against the wall of our treehouse, and the schlorping, slippery sound of stallion seed oozing nonstop from beneath my tail.

“Roseluck!”

“Europaaaaaaaaaa~!”

“AHHHHH~!”

I felt the first bolt hit the back of my dank recesses like a fire hose, followed by another and another. The eruption of erotic essence quickly flooded my rear compartment; the spillover running down my marehood followed by my thighs, before finally joining the rest of the sweat and seed on the no-longer clean cotton sheets below.

Our collective cry filled our home with a song of life and love. Perhaps Callisto herself could even hear it!

A loud crash and a shrieking screech of pain and surprise rang out as Charon’s rump bumped up against the door behind him.

We both turned around and saw him wincing in pain. The poor colt had clearly racked his apples on the edge of the door. Charon looked up at us fearfully, his slit-pupiled eyes watery and hind legs crossed in pain.

“Is anything wrong, Sherry Berry?” I asked in what I hoped would come off as a casual, motherly fashion that wouldn’t give either of the males any indication I’d noticed him earlier. “You, er, might want to tell us about it tomorrow. And... and put some ice on that. Ouch, honey, that does look like it hurts, you poor dear...”

“Tomorrow!” Charon gasped before bolting from the room and back down to his room at top speed. He gave us both a good look at his nearly-erect earth-pony-sized colthood dangling a mere inch from the floor before disappearing from view.

A surprised Europa hastily separated himself from me and flew over to close the door with a snap before turning the light back up just enough for me to see.

I rolled over onto my back to look at Europa properly. He’d removed what articles of clothing he’d gone off to work in, giving me a good look at his fluffy crimson coat paired with regal white mane and tail. The corners of his lazurite-blue eyes sagged with fatigue.

“By the Stars above, Roseluck! How long was that lad, standing there!?” He asked, incredulously.

“Long enough to learn how much Mommy and Daddy love each other,” I deflected. “Let’s go to sleep for real this time, loverbat!”

“You let him watch, didn’t you?” He looked at me with mingled exasperation and wonder.

I shrugged back at him. “If I stopped us the second he came in, we wouldn’t have had our fun! I didn’t want to ruin it for the both of us, Euro! Did you want me to interrupt you during that virtuoso performance you were giving me?”

Europa shook his head with a grin. “Of course not, Rosie. Forget I said anything. Sleep sounds good, but a shower sounds a whole lot better to me right now”

“Listen to us, showering after sex. We’re getting old and responsible, you know…” I swatted him on the rump with my tail. He returned the favor by mussing up my mane with his wing and walked up to the showers.

I looked down at the gap between the bed and floor where my diary recording my greatest sexual conquests lay. Europa was right when he called me a seeker of stallions. Tomorrow, I would make time to read it no matter what and write my own full-length novel based on its contents.

And with that last thought, I joined him in the shower for a deep, deep scrub down.

Roseluck's First Time

The door burst open to my room with me leading the way, my dear husband following behind me.

“Aaah~! Europa, no!” His muzzle was buried in my marehood even before the door closed behind me, slurping cheerfully as I swatted him over the head with my tail. “Not now, Batty! Diary first, rutting later!”

He reluctantly withdrew his tongue from my depths and looked at me with folded ears and puppy-dog eyes, his entire muzzle flushed red and slick with my floral-scented feminine juices. “Just a taste, dear? Think about the stress of work!”

“Oh, all right!” I grinned smugly, reaching under the bed to grab the book I’d put under it the night before. He grinned, licked his muzzle and continued lewdly enjoying his meal.

Chances were, by the time I got done reading to him, we’d both be ready to go again. He wasn’t lying — work of late had been particularly bad for my husband, having to keep the peace between the various animals who lived in the nearby Wielkoponiska Nature Preserve as a high-ranking diplomat communicating fluently with some of the biggest and meanest monsters the Everfree Forest had to offer. His ability was hereditary; Europa came from a long line of thestrals who could speak to the animals, an ability shared by a certain shy pegasus neighbor of mine back in Ponyville.

These days, Europa was dealing with a string of unauthorized predations near a log bridge over a fast-flowing creek; a shared passage that a number of animal species needed and was agreed upon by all parties to be a neutral area. This meant hours upon hours of interviews with many terrified creatures who wouldn’t be forthcoming with the information for fear of retaliation.

But solve the mystery he would, or risk losing hundreds of years of good rapport with the animal community and the cooperation that came with it — cooperation that made this largely untamed arboreal nation a livable environment for all.

All things considered, letting him eat me out was just doing my part for a better world.

“Ngh!” I scooped up the book and tossed it onto the bed even as his tongue continued to lap over and in me. “Got it!”

If Europa heard me, he gave no outward indication of it, his forehooves roaming over my flanks, his muzzle bumping insistently against my rear as his tongue ranged all the way to my cervix; lapping up my nectar like a particularly tasty flower.

It felt undeniably good, so I let the tingling sensation from my core wash over me as I braced myself atop the bed with both forehooves, closing my eyes and bowing my head over the mattress like a supplicant.

“AHHHHHHHHH~!” All my many stresses, cares and worries, poured forth from my marehood and into the mouth of my beloved, draining them away in a single erotic instant. He rode me all through my orgasm and didn’t let a single drop hit the floor. He never did.

“Thanks, Rosie. I needed that!” He fastidiously groomed my nectar from his face and chest fur as I grabbed a quill and parchment to transcribe my interpretation of the diary’s contents onto, hopping up onto the bed and placing them before me. The diary itself would do nicely as a backer to keep my parchment from tearing while I wrote.

“So did I. You know how unusual it is that you want to read this along with me, right?” I asked, opening the diary to its first entry. “I thought you hated the idea of foals getting started early.”

“No, I hate the idea of our foals getting started early, particularly with our neighbors,” Europa corrected me with a mild grumble, having finished grooming and jumping onto the bed next to me. “Besides, I love getting to know who you were before we met.”

“Well, if you’re certain, honey…” I admit I wondered at first how he’d take some of the crazier stories of my wild and anything-but-misspent youth, but I’d be pleasantly surprised in that they seemed to only turn him on further.

“I am certain, Rosie.” my husband patted my leg reassuringly, snuggling up beside me as the two of us began to read.

“My First Time”

Many hundreds of years ago, there lived a Neighican mare named Rosa Salvaje de Dureingo, famed for her beauty and called the most desirable mate in all of Neighico: a growing colony established by the pony Kingdom of Espoña in the arid hills of Central A-mare-ica.

Being of mixed heritage, she combined the most flattering elements of both donkeys and earth ponies; possessing vibrant hues of red, gold and green in her mane and tail. She was covered in a coat of beige like mine, and wearing a crown of wildflowers everywhere she went.

But it was neither her crown nor her fine clothes, provided to her by her wealthy merchant sire that was her most distinguishing feature. For towering over her head, nearly furless and a full foot in length, were the ears that had earned her the nickname “Orejas Largas”.

Though popular with the stallions she met, she made the mistake one day of sleeping with the husband of a powerful zebra enchantress. The stallion, another zebra who was convinced that no striped mare could hope to compare to this goddess in earth pony form, abandoned his wife and family to ask Rosa to run off with him to Equestria.

But their affair wasn’t meant to last.

The enchantress waylaid Rosa on her journey north, having tracked her down by the use of her dark magic. Having never met the zebra, Rosa was none the wiser when she accepted a drink of water from her, unknowing it had been hexed.

When she’d drunk the last drop at the kind stranger’s insistence, the enchantress’s friendly illusion was replaced by one of malice. She pointed an accusing hoof at Rosa, who stepped back in surprise. “May your ears grow ever longer, you cheating harlot!”

And so they did, now towering to over two feet in length.

Rosa ran away in fright back to where she and her stallion were hiding and he recognized the curse immediately. He told Rosa he’d made a terrible mistake. That he’d been under a spell when he slept with her and fled both from his wife and his new lover, never to be heard from again.

In town, word spread of Rosa’s misdeed and she suffered banishment from the land of Dureingo for her crime. To steal another mare’s husband was one of the worst crimes one pony could commit against another and she gained a level of infamy throughout Neighico. Even her own family disowned her.

With nothing left to stay for, she returned to Espoña proper to the north on the border of the Buffalo plains, penniless and destitute, though she never stopped sleeping with every stallion she met, using her body to gain her the food and shelter she needed. Indeed, her trials only seemed to make her more insatiable and she eventually settled down and birthed many foals. One of them, a daughter, had inherited not only her large ears, but her insatiably undying lust and it was only then she’d realized the gravity of what the enchantress had done to her.

She reported the incident to authorities and, having confirmed the presence of a powerful curse on both Rosa and her foal, they sought the zebra but she was never found. Legend says having completed her vengeance and with nothing further to live for, the enchantress sealed the permanence of her curse by taking her own life.

*****

“Roseluck?” Europa interrupted my feverish-paced writing.

I gently spat my pencil onto the bed next to me. “What is it, lovebat?”

“So if I’m understanding this tale correctly, Rosa was a big-eared lady like yourself who passed on both her nymphomania and her large ears, right? So does this mean our daughter Phoebe is… the Chosen One of your foals?”

I arched an eyebrow at him. “Well… now you mention it, I can’t really be sure of that. She’s got my ears, certainly. But she’s so sweet and innocent! I really can’t see my dear, sweet, Phoebe-pheebs getting rutted by any stallion, to be honest. My little princess probably hasn’t had a sexual thought in her entire life!”

“Yeah…” Europa replied, distantly. “Forget I asked.”

Europa’s expression was as unconvincing as an Applejack lie and his muzzle grew a shade redder but I didn’t question him further. Being an avowed prude, he would no doubt be scandalized to learn that his daughter will lose her virginity someday, despite his wishes she remain pure.

“Hey!” Europe scowled at me. You just wrote our conversation into your story! Isn’t that breaking the fourth wall?”

“Oh, get over it, batty!” I picked my pencil back up and continued writing about the past.

*****

I was first told the story of Rosa Salvaje as a twelve-year-old filly living near Santa Neigh, New Neighico after a fairly ordinary life of just being a cute, innocent little filly who neither knew nor cared about sex — sheltered as I was with other foals my age or younger. By now, the tale had passed into myth. A curse that lasts across generations? Nonsense! Or so the arcane theorists now say.

Testing by modern means has revealed no evidence of any hex on me or my equally aurally endowed mother. As for the zebra being the villain of the story? Obviously a relic of centuries-old tribalism and hatred of other equines who’d sailed over to A-Mare-ica from across the Antlertic fleeing alternately the Gryphon Empire’s depredations or the Kirin Imperium’s attempts to expand their reach to a new continent. Such inane bigotry was thankfully dying out in our more enlightened and peaceful times.

But for as outlandish as the legend is, there remains one constant truth from the tale: My life, like those of many of my fabled female ancestors over generations, has been defined by two things: having one sexual interaction after another and by possessing two of the largest satellites in Equestria not called the Sun and the Moon attached to my head. Either by coincidence or design, large ears meant large erotic attractors and appetites for all my ancestors, and it would be no different for me.

After being told the tale of Rosa Salvaje, I was given my first cup of Moon Tea and told where I could get more. Not only would it keep me from getting pregnant, but it would also preserve all my eggs in stasis so when I was ready to start a family, I’d be able to have one as large as I wanted.

And in my family, we liked them big. Really big.

“Just remember never to touch a married stallion, Rose. And do not marry until you are ready to remain faithful,” My Mother, Apache Plume had warned me. “Not all who’ve been born with your… condition… have been so wise with their desires and they have lived lives of ruin. But if you keep the narrow path, your ‘curse’ will not be as terrible as it sounds. You may even find the experience enjoyable!”

“Yes, Momma,” I replied, somewhat perplexed. I hadn’t experienced anything like estrus yet and while I’d known fillies in school who had, they hadn’t turned into mindless zombie ponies or anything; just smelled funny for about a week and got better. I’ll admit,

I found the whole experience of being told the story and drinking my first cup of tea entirely anti-climatic, but I dutifully drank my tea day after day from that day forward; naive, innocent, and eleven years old, as asked. Even as my tiny filly world, at least at first, remained the same.

And then everything changed.

*****

I lay in bed, eyes closed and gently stroking my fillyhood, my moaning all but drowned out by the cheap, crystal-powered air-conditioning unit in the window next to me. My two older sisters, who shared my simple barracks with me on our family’s multiple-building compound, were away at the time, granting me the rare opportunity for some privacy. Such were the joys of being the fifteenth of twenty-seven foals born to a single mother!

Extended family also lived nearby in similar compounds, all tied together by a series of dusty dirt roads and scattered dwellings out in the desert. We called our home “Nuevo Dureingo”; a semi-autonomous tribal nation claimed by the exile Rosa’s descendants. It had been declared a native reservation by the Equestrian government when they incorporated majority-pony Northern Espoña into itself.

In fairness, it wasn’t a bad arrangement. It was like we ruled over our own little country. We even had our own set of laws!

Of course, we produced things as well. We had a service industry in the form of filly-run lemonade stands, ice cream shops and bakeries. You’d be shocked how good we could cook cactus, turning it into a dish we called ‘nopalitos’ and served by the pound.

More adult-oriented services like fixer-uppers to keep things repaired and shops to buy groceries were family-run affairs as well. Mining and rock farming operations too were just starting up at the time. As far as money, tourists made up the majority of ND’s economy, attracted to our humble micronation by our accommodating nature, rustic charm, and sexual openness. Our age of consent was twelve, a subject of constant complaint by our large neighbor, the Neigh Mexicolt province, who surrounded us on all sides.

On a related note, we also held the world’s record for number of travel bans in the world and have even been threatened, somewhat facetiously, with military invasion but Celestia had our back and dismissed the Minotaur ambassador for his little stunt. Praise the Sun!

My sister, Molly Kit-cat, aged seventeen, had a job at the convenience store and loved to let the other mares and jennies in town know it by spending all of her bits on new clothes. My other sister, Market Garden, was probably hanging out with her coltfriends to get ice cream and other treats. Being only fourteen, she was just as broke as I was, after all. She did have this habit of being too ambitious and traveling too far away from home, making our mother admonish her on more than one occasion that someday, she’d go a bridge too far.

It was just as well they were gone. Because I was teetering on the brink of madness being on the last day of my yearly estrus cycle and was in no mood to deal with anypony.

So naturally, there was a knock at the door.

I opened my eyes and gasped at the string of opaque nectar clinging to my hoof. It looked like I’d been leaking marshmallow creme, and I’d been in such a haze and stupor that I hadn’t even realized it. I hurriedly wiped my hoof off onto my sheets and looked up at the clock on the wall, gaping at what I saw — I’d been touching myself for the last three hours!

There was no way I was answering that door in my current state. And then I heard the visitor speak. “Hey, Kit-cat, are you home?”

My eyes widened as I recognized the voice. Celestia help me, it was Kit-cat’s saddle buddy! Not a committed coltfriend and far from marriage material, according to Kit-cat herself, but a fun lay and definitely worth repeat ruttings.

The sound of his deep voice had awoken something inside of me. It was what I imagined losing my mind must feel like — an out-of-body experience where I perceived myself from a third-pony perspective.

My ears, each twice the length of my tiny filly head, were fully streaked in red. My normally two-tone pink and red mane lay lank and sweaty on my scalp, despite the cooling breeze from the old, overworked and obsolete A/C. And at that moment, I realized why Mom had told me about Rosa and why I was already taking birth control. I somehow knew there was a young stallion of eighteen on the other side of that door and what he was about to do to me, after a little friendly persuasion.

Kit-cat’s house cat, Mister Slippers, eyed me with mild interest from atop his climbing tower.

I looked back up at him. “This will be our little secret okay, Mister Slippers?”

“Meow!” he replied, as I opened the door.

“Oh, hey, Rosie! Is your…” The voice of the pegasus stallion, nicknamed “House Call” by the local jennies, drifted off when he took in the sight and scent of my sticky, sweaty form.

“Kit-cat is away right now. But are you sure you’re not here to see me instead?” I winked at him with my eyes suggestively, speaking in a voice that was somehow not my own. He was a true son of the colorful mesas out West, coated with gray fur accented by a mane and tail of red and yellow streaks topped by a cowpony hat. He looked every bit the part of a desert drifter and by all accounts, he felt every bit as good inside of you as he appeared outside.

House’s face flushed crimson and his wings twitched restlessly at his sides as he recognized my in-heat state. Instinctively, I knew we were both thinking the same thing. “Do you... want an honest answer to that, Rose?”

“I already know that you’ve slept with nearly every single long-eared jenny in town and now you’ve moved on to long-eared mares like my sister!” It was remarkable the kind of private details on pony’s lives you could pick up with superequine hearing capabilities. “I don’t mind at all. But you know who you’ve forgotten about, don’t you?” I gave him what I hoped was my most seductive wink.

“Shh!” House Call looked hurriedly behind and above him, taking pains to scan the skies, no doubt for passing pegasi peepers. Having found none, he looked back at me in excitement and wariness. “Let’s chat inside.”

I invited him in with a sweeping gesture of my leg. “It would be my pleasure!”

He closed the door behind him, and turned the locking bolt, his eyes locking briefly with those of Mister Slippers who was regarding him lazily from his perch. “I have no idea how you know so much about me. You’re only twelve years old! But I imagine with ears like yours, you hear quite a lot… don’t you?”

I nickered contentedly, regarding him with lidded eyes, my head turned back to look at him as I sashayed the short distance blindly into the kitchenette, stopping in front of the icebox. “I can practically hear your heart pounding in your chest right now, House! How about I pour you some iced tea?”

“Water will be fine, Rose. Thanks!” He took a seat at the kitchen table, spreading his hind legs wide, balancing precariously against the back of the table as he leaned back. He’d dropped out of his sheath and was treating me to the sight of his stallion bits. You might be surprised how quickly he exposed both himself and his feelings to me, but he was a sex addict and he knew far more about me than he was letting on.

Then again, you could say both were true about me as well. I just didn't know it yet.

I pulled a chair out from under the kitchen table and stood on it to grab a clean glass from the cupboard so I could fill it with water. It was well water and smelled a bit funny, but we were all pretty used to living it a bit rough in the desert. House Call, being a city slicker, would just have to make do.

“Thanks!” He gulped the entire tumbler down in one breath. I poured my own glass and did the same, the two of us pounding down one after another. Desert living sucks, literally, as in the water right out of you.

My eyes opened wide, the sound of hooves passing into my field of auditory detection. “Sister’s coming!”

On cue, the door opened after a moment’s manipulation with a key held in a hoof. As we watched, my sister, Molly Kit-cat, stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

Our hearts froze as she looked up and saw us, to say nothing of our unmistakeable intentions. But instead of getting angry, she merely smirked ran a hoof through her two-toned black and yellow spiky mane, looking every bit the cat cutie mark stamped to her flank who’d swallowed the canary.

As he watched, she shrugged herself out of her saddlebag, bulging with no doubt hundreds of bits worth of new purchases, walked in a semi-circle around the two of us where we sat atop kitchen chairs and gave me an approving nod as got some water for herself. “About time you took some initiative, squirt!” He looked over at House and his stiffened stallion spire who grinned sheepishly back. “Somepony looks interested in my sister!”

“I’d say I could explain everything, Kit-cat, but you already have…” House admitted.

“Eh, don’t bother,” Molly Kit-cat pulled up a chair alongside us. “I appreciate you haven’t actually done anything with her yet. Mom would be righteously peeved if you came in here and helped yourself to my little sister. Not that I’m upset with you, Rose!” she winked. “I’m actually impressed you lasted this long before your first time!”

“Thanks, sis!” Kit-cat gently patted me on the head and the pair of us turned our attention to House. He was clearly enjoying the attention, his throbbing stallion meat fully elevated as he alternated his gaze between the two of us. “So I take it you’re willing to help Rosebud out with her little… problem?”

House nodded eagerly.

“How badly do you want it, House?” Kit-cat teased. “I mean she’s only twelve years old. Young and inexperienced. Only barely knows anything about the world. Are you willing to rob this precious little filly of her innocence so soon? She’s not even a teenager yet, the poor dear!” She pretended to draw me back against her protectively.

I knew she was teasing, but I still gave Kit-cat a look of ‘please stop now’, worrying that either by accident or design, she was about to talk him out of it. By the way he began shivering in his chair, he looked about ready to change his mind and leave immediately. And I couldn’t blame him, seeing him squirm before my sister; his face was flushed, sweat pouring off of him as if he were being interrogated.

“Well, I might want it… some. Maybe.” He stammered. I spared him a moment of empathy at his tortured state.

“Kit-cat… I think he’s turning purple. Maybe you should stop…” I said in a small voice.

“Don’t be silly, Rose.” She got up and wrapped her lips around his erect stallionhood and gave it a lick. He grunted, looking at me with desperation in his eyes that sent a chill down my spine. “I’m just priming the pump for you.”

After a few more caresses of her well-practiced tongue, briefly but teasingly enveloping his head in her muzzle, Kit-cat withdrew her muzzle from him, looked at me and licked her lips. Getting close to me, she whispered softly into my ear. “Trust me, he gets so much more excited when you shame him like this. We’ve already talked at length about him taking your virginity. Mom’s cool with it, too. I’m so excited for both of you!”

I broke out into a fit of giggles, my tail taking complete control, whizzing back and forth behind me as I sat otherwise frozen with an expression of sheer joy across my face.

“You can thank me later, maybe by taking over my chores next week.” Kit-cat rubbed my head again and walked over to the door leading to her room. “Now, if you’re both ready, I’d like for this to happen in my bed. Much more room in there for me to watch and I need to strip the sheets anyway.”

“W-watch?” The hammering in my chest intensified — I had no idea before that moment that I enjoyed the idea of being observed.

“Don’t worry Rose. Come on in, you two.” Kit-cat gestured us both inside, grabbing me by the scruff of my neck when I walked through the door slightly nervously, dragging me forward. She stopped long enough to close the door behind me — I could barely hear it at that point from the pounding of my heart in my enormous ears — and from my right, my sister laid his hoof on my withers. She then pushed back slightly against my chest, gently but insistently urging me in that direction until I was near the edge of the bed. House was behind me, still standing on the bedroom floor. I stopped moving back when I felt House’s hoof touch my rump.

“Perfect positioning! Let House get a good look at you, now.” I felt the pressure on my chest relieved, Kit-cat, giving me a comforting smile. “How do you feel, Rose?”

“I’m really nervous!” I admitted, starting to overheat and sweat hard as the situation and promise of my first time took hold. “But I don’t care. I need this, sis. I need House’s help!”

“Then let me help you!” his voice chimed in from behind me. My body tilted back as House climbed onto the mattress with his forehooves; his slightly bushy but still soft belly fur rubbing sensually against the bare skin of my back, having a very short and very fine beige coat befitting a filly of my tropical heritage.

And then I felt it for the first time; a set of soft lips against my sensitive ear.

“AHHHHHHHH~!”

“Whoa, easy there!” House whispered to me, though he immediately stopped what was he doing. “Wow… I didn’t expect that! Did you come already, Rose?”

“A-almost!” I admitted with a whimper. “I’m very sensitive there!”

“But you liked it, didn’t you?” House replied patiently, rubbing my withers gently and glancing over at my sister, who had withdrawn from the immediate scene but was now sitting just a couple paces away, watching raptly.

“Yes!” I shivered at the thought of his soft lips and the tip of his tongue touching me in such a vulnerable yet exposed place. It wasn’t just my ears, either — I felt more vulnerable at that moment than I ever had in my entire life! I was giving myself to a stallion I only barely knew! A stallion who dwarfed me in stature to such a degree that he was having to stand on the floor just to pull himself level with my belly!

I had to admit, it felt amazing — to command the attention of not only a male but an experienced lover, like I was his equal.

“Just hold still, Rose.” He pressed his erection against my nascent teats, gliding it back and forth between them as I gasped my approval; my small nubs engorging beneath the friction of his impressive phallus. “You shorthaired fillies really do feel everything, don’t you?”

“We do,” Kit-cat answered for me, her voice slightly breathless. “But that means we can be oversensitive as well. So be gentle with her, Lovebird; at least until you can figure out what’s okay and what’s not for her.”

“Yeah… she’s right. We should probably start off slow, Rose.” He withdrew his shaft from me, dropping down onto all fours. I turned to face him, feeling a bit down. It had felt really amazing to feel his warm hardness grinding up against me, and even if it made me climax too quickly, I didn’t care — it was still my first ever orgasm from the opposite sex!

He climbed into bed with me, laying on his back and inviting me to climb on top of his belly. His erection, like a fifth leg to my young filly eyes, was still pulsing eagerly; I could already see fluid beading out the tip. “So let’s do this properly and start with a bit of snuggling.”

“Okay!” I tossed a lock of lank, sweaty mane away from my eyes; all the better to look at my first-time lover.

“For your first time, it’s best to go at your own pace. So I recommend standing over my belly…” He tapped it with his hoof. “... and bracing your rear up against this.” He gave his erection a stroke, sending a drop of precum leaking down both flare and shaft. “I may not be going directly in, but you’ll be surprised how great it feels!”

I put a hoof over my mouth and giggled. Some of it was tittering nervousness, but some of it was because he sounded like a teacher instructing a student — clearly, he’d deflowered a very young filly before! “Okay!” I moved in position over his belly, stopping to swivel my ears at a dissonant source of sound behind me.

It was then I heard the front door open. Three ponies walked inside, one obviously being my sister, Market Garden, judging from the sounds of her pleasured maresong echoing from the walls, and the other two were stallions by the deepness of their voices, whispering promises of greater enjoyment to be had once they’d reached her bedroom. Seems I wasn’t the only filly getting lucky that night!

“Figures she’d be back a bit early.” Kit-cat sighed as all activity stopped. I turned to face her as she walked to the door, intending to step out — at that point, I realized I actually wanted her there, for simple reassurance.

“But…”

“I’ll be right back, Rose. I need to go ask Market a favor. Just remember, if Mom asks, I never left the room, okay?” Kit-Cat glanced over from me to House Call. “Do try not to get too adventurous while I’m away either, alright?”

I winked to her by way of response before facing House again who brushed his stallionhood up and down against both of my holes. I skewed my tail to the side as his member pressed up against the furless dock of my tail, allowing it to grind its way past while I leaned into the unfamiliar but immensely pleasurable contact with excited nickers of content.

He parted my vulvar curtains along the way, grinding sensually against my hot, throbbing clitoris — I had no idea such a small thing could deliver such big pleasure! — before pressing his head firmly against the bumpy skin of my tender, donut-shaped ring of muscles beneath my tail.

I couldn’t help but turn around to look, only to be greeted by the sight of his filly-slickened flare rising up above the curve of my back with a clear three-inches of shaft to spare!

And he was going to put that monster inside of me.

For the first time, I felt a moment of anxiety. “Uh, House? I don’t know if…” my words died in my throat as he shushed me with a gentle lick of my cheek.

“Shh. It’ll be okay. Now give me a kiss, Rose.”

“Ah~! Okay…” I closed my eyes and leaned in close, opening my mouth slightly to accept his tongue. My lonesome nethers quivered to feel his touch upon them once more, but his lanky body was too simply too long. His forehooves roamed my breast and neck and slipped delicately across my ears, gently pinching the length he could reach in his slightly calloused hooves, earning a fresh moan.

They were a working stallion’s hooves with a well-established and undying hunger for large-eared mares and fillies. To him, that made my family a twenty-hour hour buffet. And yet, the thought of him sharing his love with my sisters only made me adore him more. That was the kind of family we were and still are to this day.

He shimmied his body back away from me, breaking our liplock, letting the shaft of his erection press hard up against my lonely and lovelorn filly bits once more, promising to pleasure them properly for the first time.

“Now, tell me how you like this!” He parted my lips and thrust his stallion saber up and into the slickened space between my lathered labia, grinding into my pre-teen nub with all the fury he could muster.

I reacted the way any filly in relentless estrus would, with incomprehensible gibbering giddiness. AHH~! “Mother Earth! AAAAH~!”

A pressure built between my legs, not unlike the urge to urinate but so much more immediate and breathtaking! Every nanosecond I got closer ramped my anticipation even higher. My body was a fire hydrant ready to blow with but a single turn of the laborer’s wrench.

A nitrogen flash streaked white across my eyes; I later realized I’d been breathing too fast and was in the early stage of hyperventilation. My vocal cords strained from my fillysong, the dripping wetness down my backside accelerated with each kiss of his stallionhood across my entrance. My eardrums ached from the strain and increasing oversensitivity; I knew if I didn’t cum soon, I’d probably deafen myself.

Thankfully, that didn’t happen. It came suddenly, almost hitting me like a lightning bolt. The only warning sign I had was my heart skipping a beat before my entire body seemed to explode in sheer pleasure, my muscles spasming as a solid stream of filly cream arced out of me.

It splattered wetly against his shaft, spraying audibly all over my rump and nethers like a garden hose under pressure, maintaining a constant stream. I looked down at House’s face in shock and disbelief even as the heavenly chorus of the Summerlands sang down to me from on high. The high-pressure stream from my immature sex ebbed and surged and ebbed again, each repetition incrementally relieving the interminable pressure inside of my core until finally, I was spent.

I heard the door open behind me again and the voice of my sister call out to me as if from across the other end of an enormous canyon. “Wow, that is some orgasm you got, sis — I heard it all the way across the house! You definitely have a wet future ahead of you! So, I’ve got some news...”

I turned my head automatically at the sound of my sister’s voice, comprehension slowly catching up with me as I stared blankly at her. “N-news?”

“I just talked to Market’s two stallion saddle buddies and they definitely want to rut you once you’re done with House. But only if you want to!” The look on Kit’s face told me that she meant what she said and was not keen on the idea at all. “Look, Rose — you’re still young and House here is more than enough for even most fillies his age. If my first time is any guide, you’re going to be tired and sore and want nothing more than to go to bed after this.”

“Oh please, Kit, please!” I pleaded, surprising myself with my own heartfelt desire. “I want to give myself to them too! I can feel this… tugging in my heart. I must share my body with them both, even if I’m up all night!”

Kit lowered her ears and bit into her lip. “I had a feeling you’d say that, Rose. I won’t stop you from trying but I’ll ask you to drink this...” She hoofed over a plastic jug full of water she’d had resting on her back. “And one for you too, House. You’ll both need it!”

I took a sip of water and smiled at House. “Please tell me we aren’t done yet?”

House chuckled and shook his head; his unsated stallion shaft still swaying in the breeze beneath his belly. “Are you kidding? We’ve only barely just started, Rose! I’ve got two full weeks of pent-up seed from being stuck in military drills at Camp Bottle Grotto and even at age twelve, you’re the most beautiful, feminine creature I’ve seen in years!

“I just want you to know that I’m not going to hold anything back on you just because you’re a filly and there are two other stallions who want to share you. So before we go on… are you one-hundred percent sure about this, Rose?”

“Yes!” I hissed quietly as my fillyhood winked its acquiescence; the pressure inside of me building anew. I brought the jug of water to my lips and started to drink, anticipating the long night ahead. “And you will cum inside of me tonight, soldier! That’s an order…”

“Only once?” he replied, smugly.

“At least once… in all three holes.” I wasn’t about to let this big pony forget who he was dealing with. Even if I was young, I was still a New Dureingoan, and we prided ourselves on our lovemaking above all else. And it helped that I’d picked up a lesson or two from my sisters on how to talk dirty to a stallion since moving into their barracks.

“You mean in all five, Rose.” He gave my right ear a long, wet lick by way of explanation.

“Five it is.” I made a mental note to write his name down in my diary as soon as he’d finished with me, so that I could remember it and the night to come for the rest of my life.

“Bring it on!” I taunted, to which he gave an almost predatory growl.

“You got it, filly! Now let’s get started…”

Author's Note

Remember the gravity well that made this all possible!

Is This Real?

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?

Poolside Passion

Wrapped in a cocoon of silky sheets and hubby’s leathery wings as I sat at my desk swaddled like a foal, I stared blankly at the parchment beneath me, pen secured to my teeth.

I have a confession to make. No, not that kind of confession! Anypony or batty reading this by now has an understanding of my total lack of shame when it comes to matters of intimacy. The truth is, readers, I really hate writing. Seriously. It doesn’t fulfill a desire or give me some deeper meaning to my existence. I do because I need to, as surely as I must eventually breathe after holding my breath for too long.

But that doesn’t mean it’s easy.

Europa’s wings caressed my back, though my stress refused to give out. My neck and back tensed. I yawned uncontrollably, my jaw popping audibly every five minutes as I did so. The very act of thinking was making my ears ring.

“Rose, if you keep yawning like that, I’m going to fall asleep.” Europa stifled a yawn with his hoof. “Even you can’t be thinking about sex all the time! Don’t force it, dearest. The Muse will find you prepared to write another day.”

I sighed and gently sat the pen down in the inkwell atop my bedstand, at least grateful for the reprieve. “If only that day ever came.”

“Rose…” Europa nuzzled my cheek. “Really now! Why the unusual pessimism all of a sudden?”

“It’s just… this story is going to take so looong!” I groused.

“But you aren’t going anywhere, my love!” Europa replied airily. “And if nothing else, your ability to take sex for a long, long time is well documented.”

I snorted loudly, unable to keep the grin off of my face. “Fair enough, handsome!”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, love. Though with regards to your writer’s block… if I might make a suggestion?” Europa rested one of his hooves on the blank parchment. “If you are finding it difficult to remember or recount what happened next, you could skip ahead instead of writing a chronological account of events.”

I cringed hard, letting him know my true feelings about skipping ahead, but he was determined to plow ahead with his idea.

“I mean it. Instead of writing another chapter set in Nuevo Dureingo, write one set in Detrot. Or write about the time you first visited Thestralslovakia! Did you really rut your way into the country after forgetting your passport? The readers must know!” Europa rubbed his hooves together; I could easily picture images of throngs of zebras and thestrals penetrating me endlessly floating one by one into his mind like a twelve-course sexual buffet.

“Now, Batty, you know I can’t operate like that!” I waved my hoof bashfully at him to let him know I appreciated the idea. “For some reason, I can only write forward through time. It’s a curse!”

“So many stallions, but as there is only one of you, each must wait his turn. ‘Tis the burden us males must bear, it seems.” Europa made a face like a filly ready to start crying, his eyes welling up with tears he conjured up seemingly out of nowhere. If Europa’s special talent wasn’t speaking to animals, he would make a fine actor!

“Oh, I don’t know about that!” I teased his exposed, royal-pedigree apples with the fine hairs of my striped tail, making him lurch suddenly and take a ragged breath. “Aitne can certainly fill you in on what being filled out by a zebra feels like!”

Europa seemed to visibly swell with pride as he puffed out his chest. “We did well on her, didn’t we? Married to a notable warrior from across the sea. And quite the hunter at that! Killed a chimera with a spear — a spear!” My husband made a stabbing motion toward the closet with an invisible weapon. “He may look a bit unusual around these parts but he’s a thestral at heart. And I’m sure she’s enjoying the fact that he can rut her for hours on end without a break.”

“She got that from me. Wait until you see the gorgeous color patterns our grandfoals will have!” I thought of my sister Molly living in Detrot. Our family’s bright colors combined with her husband’s stripes had produced a batch of the most beautiful, tie-dye-colored offspring Equestria has ever seen!

But that’s a story for another day.

“I look forward to it, Rose. And hearing from you about your own experience!” Europa’s expression grew contemplative. “But… on the matter of your tribe’s matriarch — this is just occurring to me now — Did you not tell anyone else in your family about speaking with her from the afterlife? I was honestly a bit disappointed I didn’t get more detail on that at the end of the last chapter.”

I rolled my eyes at him as he started to laugh, which caused my ears to splay back reflexively. “Okay, okay. You don’t have to remind me that some readers thought the last chapter ended a bit… abruptly, yes. Don’t worry, Batty; when I find it in me to write again, I’ll address it. Honestly, I just didn’t want to end a chapter on a bit of me talking to the family after a pair of stallions had just finished deflowering my virgin, filly fun holes.”

“If you say so, dearest. Just please tell me you’re going to write this little conversation into the next chapter. You’re so cute when your ears go all attack mode like that!” He began to laugh even harder at me when I started started twitching them up and down while scowling at him, wordlessly.

Unable to maintain the unamused act, I started laughing too.

“Thanks for the support, Europa. I think my writer’s block is finally clearing out.” My eyes met his as I gave my lips a suggestive lick. “And when I’m done, it’s not my ears that will be doing the attacking…”

“I will hold you to that, love.” Europa gave the sensitive tip of my right ear a quick nibble; I cooed back at him with approval before starting to write.

My First Date

House Call and I woke up the following day to the sound of my sister Market Garden orgasming loudly from the other room. The sound quickly reached the roosters cooped outside nearby to the barracks and they immediately started crowing in unison, as if in appreciation of a fellow male’s efforts.

Light shined into the room brightly through a crack in the curtains, telling me we’d slept well past my usual wake-up time. Groaning, I wasn’t fully aware of my state or compromising position until I shifted slightly only to find myself held fast from an unlikely location.

It was only then I was awake enough to sense House Call’s stallionhood embedded deep inside of me, and the night’s events began to come back to me. Cave Diver had stayed true to his name, having opened my filly cave fully to his erotic advances and, after falling asleep, I awoke to find House Call next to me who was eager for a second round with my feminine entrance. The slick but now chilly wetness between my thighs — to say nothing of the fullness in my belly — told me his efforts to stay hydrated had paid off the night before.

Feeling myself move against him, I felt him begin to stir awake and not being consumed by lust at that time — yes, it does happen! — I could appreciate the simple pleasure of his thick, shaggy coat against my tiny body on a chilly Neuvo Dureingo morning.

“Rose…” he whispered in my ear before kissing it. “That was the best rut I’ve ever had. You’re a treasure, and I’m ready again when you are!”

He clearly hoped a little flattery would entice me, and though he wasn’t wrong, I shook my head. “We have to go talk to Mom first!”

“Aww!” Though disappointed, he relented; the sound of slick suction greeted my ear as he slowly pushed me off of his stiffened member. I hopped off the bed, trailing a thick stream of cum behind me.

“I’m so sorry, House!” I drooped my ears contritely, facing him up on the bed. “We’ll have plenty of time on our date!”

“On… our date? As in… during our date!?” House grinned widely, his grin and only slightly flaccid stallionhood perking up against almost instantly..

I grinned back. “Only if Mom isn’t upset with us for keeping her waiting. Now let’s get clean!”

House gave a wing salute and followed behind me. “Lead the way, ma’am!”

After we gathered up all of the things we needed to make a bath for us in the barracks shower, House graciously carried for the both of us, balancing towels and soap on his wings much like my dear Husband is known to do. All the while, he teased me continuously; alternately nipping at my ears, licking the nubs of my nascent teats or tickling at my filly entrance with the tips of his wings.

“Come on, just one more go?” he finally said, his organ throbbing hard beneath his belly.

“Come on, House! It won’t be nearly as much fun later if we do it now.” In truth, I was feeling a bit proud of myself for denying him his fun at that moment. Even as young and sorely tempted as I was, I could perceive the level of control I already had over him and found it quite heady. “You haven’t even asked me where you’re taking me yet!”

House turned the knobs against the wall — it always took forever to get hot water this far from the water heater. “Now that you mention it… I kind of assumed we’d go cloud camping or something. Fillies love that!”

I shook my head as the pair of us climbed into the tub. “That sounds totally scary! But no, it is almost one hundred percent guaranteed that Mom will send us to the waterpark instead.”

“The waterpark, huh?” House lathered my back up with soap and started scrubbing gently, the thin now-sodden hairs of my short beige coat barely concealing the pink skin beneath it. “Now that you mention it, it makes a lot of sense that your parents would want a lot of other ponies around to keep watch on you.”

I felt strangely guilty at that moment. Could it all have been him improvising the entire time? He must have really been nervous when he first met me. “It’s so strange to think you’ve never slept with somepony my age. You treated me so well earlier. It was like you’d done it before.”

“Thanks,” he replied somewhat bashfully. “I’ve been with a lot of older fillies, yeah. But you carry a lot more maturity than most foals your age. I just treated you as I would if you were older… though as you saw, I was still having doubts about going through with it.”

“Because I’m so young.” I felt the guilt wash over me anew.

House ruffled my mane. “You’re fine, Rose. You’re more than fine. You treated me really well too!”

“Yay!” I clopped my forehooves together. “It must have been really weird for you. Ponies outside of my tribal land are really mean but we love everypony here. We even love those ponies who hate us… if only from a distance.”

House laughed at that. “I know what you mean, Rose. Some of us ponies can only be loved an arrow’s flight away from us.”

We were silent for some time while we showered before stepping out of the bathtub and toweling off. “Hey, House? Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, Rose. What’s up?” House replied.

“I want you to know something — something my Mom told me about the waterpark.”

House looked at me with a puzzled expression on his face. “Yes?”

“A lot of ponies there are just like you and me. And you won’t have to feel weird or uncomfortable there. You’ll see.” I reached up and hugged him around the neck.

“Wow, really? That would be great. And if you’re really going to take me there, then I think I love you, Rose.” House wrapped a thick leg around my middle and hugged me back. “I love you and your tribe!”

*****

A group of my brothers and sisters surrounded us almost as soon as we’d walked out from the barracks and onto the dirt road, calling out to me.

“Rosa’s mark!”

You go, little sis!”

“I can’t believe Rosa Salvaje walks among us again! You’re still my little sister though!”

“I can’t believe it was you and not Market Garden!”

“Come on, Rose! Mom wants to see you!”

Surrounded on all sides, we were swept through the throng of ponies by the crowd. I was lifted and stood on House Call’s back to wave to everyone on the road. As soon as they saw me, I heard cheers. I waved back at everypony with a wide grin. An older mare came running up, a great aunt, who gave me a floral wreath.

“Bless you, Rose! Carry her spirit well!” I perked my ears up to allow the old mare to press the wreath onto my head. The heady aroma of wild desert flowers struck me immediately.

“I will, Auntie Forsythia! Thank you all!”

“You’re like royalty to them now!” House made himself just audible over the din of the crowd.

Not that I was the only one! The tall, handsome pegasus was garnering a lot of attention himself. Mares held out their tails, brushing them against his wings and legs and he walked past.

The family home — at least the home Mom, Dad, and part of my family lived in — came into view; its pale peach adobe brick glowing slightly beneath the desert sun.

A cheer came up from the adult ponies on the stone pathway I recognized as my extended family leading up to the yard to the front door. Dad and Mom stood at the fore; Mom wearing a Sponish gown with a long train that draped off of her tail, striped in black, red and gold.

Atop her head was an embroidered, dainty and frilly white cotton head scarf that covered the whole of her mane, even covering the considerable length of her ears like a stocking — all the better to keep them from scorching in the heat. She lifted me off of House’s shoulders and nuzzled my face before placing me back on my lover’s withers.

My Dad wore similar coverings over his own tall, thin Donkeyish ears but those were made out of utilitarian hay straw. He always was a no-nonsense workstallion kind of father. He tipped his coco-brown-trimmed Panamareian hat at me in greeting, smiling warmly.

“Is it true, my Rosebud? You spoke to Rosa Salvaje?” I responded to my mother with a nod.

The whole group of ponies behind me went quiet.

Mom lowered her voice to barely a whisper. “What did she say?”

I looked behind me, sensing dozens of eyes piercing the back of my head. Their ears tilted, all the better to allow them to home in on every word. “Um... not too much. She said it was her best rut in many years.”

“On your first rut!?” Mom exclaimed, falling back on her haunches hard and pressing her forehooves together as if in meditation. “By Rosa’s fertility! If only I were there to witness such coitus! Not that I think you’re lying, Rose, but I must ask Rosa herself what happened. Even among those of us with the gift to speak to our departed Mother, such praise is not common in our early years.”

I couldn’t help but wish she’d said a bit more to me than that, but then again, Rosa did have other ponies to speak to. A small number of our matriarchs who’d distinguished themselves as breeders could not only speak to our Eternal Mother but manifest her spirit on certain holidays. The idea of her ghost standing there surrounded by living ponies always seemed disturbing to me, not like the comfort I felt having her speak directly to me in a dream, so I’d made it a point to avoid these meetings whenever possible growing up.

Her eyes still closed, Mom nodded her head, her lips moving though no sound was made. After several seconds of silence, she opened her eyes and looked straight at me, a look of shock on her face. “You took him under your tail!?”

Busted. “Yes, Mama…”

Mom grit her teeth and cast her gaze into the crowd. “Molly, I know you’re out there! Get over here!”

Though she was visibly cowed and even cringed briefly when I spotted her, Molly emerged and set herself between myself and Mom. She bowed so low, her teats were dragging the stone path as she walked. Is that going to be me in four years? Goodness, it’s lucky for her she wore her brassiere this morning! Note to self, invest in that extra padding.

Molly sat down on her haunches heavily, tail twitching nervously across the stone. “I swear I watched her like I promised, Mom!”

“And you let her do that!? She could have been seriously hurt!” Mom replied.

I knew House had been rather assertive, especially early on when I’d seen how large his endowment had been but I wasn’t about to see him blamed or my sister for that matter. So I hopped off of House’s back and stood next to Molly. “Mom, everything that happened was my idea. I trusted House and still do.”

It was true even if my rear was still pretty sore. I knew I wasn’t going to be sitting right for days but did not share that thought with anypony else.

“I appreciate your willingness to admit responsibility, Rose,” Mom said patiently, “but Molly should have tried to talk you out of it. If you had thought it was a good idea to go jumping off cliffs, your sister would not have simply let you ‘take responsibility’ for you taking a flying leap, no?”

“No, Mom.” Adults were good at arguing and so I had to concede defeat. “I’m sorry I wasn’t more careful.”

Mom smiled. “Fortunately no serious harm occurred last night. But I can tell you’re hurting, filly. You’ll want a bag of ice to sit on for a couple of days while you heal up,” she said, this time causing me to cringe, and then grimace as her words caused me to feel the pain anew. And I expect no further anal adventures from you until you feel better. Understood?”

“Yes, Mom.” I nodded. “Is it really that obvious I’m sore?”

Mom waved a hoof dismissively. “My dear, I don’t need Rosa to tell me how deep your lover was splitting you open last night. You don’t think your old mare was taking it under the tail as soon as she turned twelve? It was misery having to wait a full year to start rutting. I was an early bloomer — ten years old — when I first felt the desire to mate. I was running every smooth, rounded surface that would fit inside my marehood and… the other place… the first chance I could get until I turned twelve.”

Judging by the way her tail had started flagging, she was being acutely reminded of the lust she’d felt.

Realizing she was lapsing into memories and in danger of embarrassing herself, Mom snapped herself out of her reverie as her expression became a bit cagey. “I may also have had to go to the doctor at one point, and doing too much too soon meant I couldn’t do any more for a while without worsening the damage. So I just wanted to spare you the suffering.”

“Thanks, Mom!” I ran up to her and gave her a hug around the neck. “I promise I’ll be more careful!”

“I know you will, sweetie! And I trust your handsome coltfriend will as well, yes?” Mom batted her long eyelashes in House’s general direction.

“Ma’am, yes Ma’am!” He called back to her, unable to resist stretching himself out to show off his still-dangling organ

“I will hold you to that. Run along back to your lover, sweetie…” Mom said to me gently before I found myself being placed onto House’s back once more. “Enough lectures for now. For now, we eat!”

And so we had. Tables were placed outside and in to seat everypony. The entire family showed up, along with a few neighbors who pitched in and brought over their own homemade dishes to complement our meal. That’s just how it was back home. We were one extended family with very expansive ears.

*****

The sun was high in the sky by the time House and I left Mom’s place, now wearing matching red and yellow ribbons tied around the base of our right ear.

To no surprise, Mom had decided on the waterpark.

A cyclone fence surrounded the massive property. Despite the arid environment, the wonders of magic and technology conspired to create a vast park filled with pools, slides, and walkways paved with this fancy new rock-replacement technology called ‘concrete’. Green grass lined the paths everywhere and smiling happy pony faces, visible from outside the property, giggled and screamed as they sailed down tubes of fast-moving rapids into the water below.

As we got closer to the entrance, however, our view was obscured by two large buildings and a giant sign bearing the name of the waterpark. Filly Funzone.

“So… what do you think?” I asked House, gesturing towards the turnstile in front of us where ponies waited in line to enter.

House was silent for a moment before saying. “It looks like an ordinary waterpark to me. Though, it’s probably using some sort of magic to recycle the water.”

I nodded, pointing at a tall pointy crystal pillar partially concealed by tree cover just inside the waterpark’s fence line. “I have no idea how it works but it keeps the water clean, too.”

House sniffed the air. “Yeah… now that you mention it, there’s no chlorine smell. In fact, I smell funnel cakes!”

“Funnel cakes, ice cream, cotton candy, chimi cherry changas, banana rama ding-dongs, you name it!” I piped up, causing some of the ponies in line to look back at us. “But we’re not allowed to go back in the water once we eat, so we can do that later. The lifeguards freak out if you try.”

“Fair enough!” House replied, his voice sounding somewhat strained. A pair of fillies waved at the two of us, smiling really huge. They looked to be around my age and definitely in my tribe, given their unusually long ears which were daubed with a thick coat of what appeared to be sunscreen.

“You alright, House? You sound a bit… worried,” I asked.

He hesitated for a moment before answering. “It’s just… this really does feel like an ordinary water park. Isn’t it a bit weird for your parents to send us to a waterpark to… you know…” House’s voice trailed off.

I looked at him in shock. “Don’t ponies go on dates at waterparks where you come from? They’re so perfect for sharing your love! At least, that’s what ponies here tell me.”

“Really?” House didn’t sound convinced to me. “But how does that work with everypony watching?”

“Oh, lots of different ways! I’ll explain what I know once we get inside.” I poked at House’s flank, causing him to jump slightly. “Come on, stud, we’re holding up the line!”

“Oh!” House exchanged bits for entry into the park and we both showed out matching ribbons to the mare at the booth.

“My, aren’t you two a cute couple!” The mare winked at us as she snapped a bracelet onto our front-right leg — a pass to come back later in the day if we had to go somewhere else. “Have fun, lovelies, and don’t forget to shower off before you step in the water! Take the first door to the right.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” we both replied, garnering a chuckle from House.

“You’ll be a proper wingmare before you know it, Rose! Once you sprout wings, that is!” House kissed me on the ear and we walked through the gates. The door on the right ended up leading us into one of the big buildings.

He stopped at the door, his hoof clutching the door handle. His head turned left then right, then left and right again. He turned to me looking utterly flummoxed. “Is this the right building? There’s only one door here…”

“I’m pretty sure the pool has just one shower.” I put a hoof to my chin, thinking. “Riiight, I’m remembering and Mom said it’s just one.”

House mouthed the word, “wow”.

House looked back at the door, stamped with the outline of a genderless Earth Pony. “You’re the intel officer, Rosie. Got any juicy info about this shower room before we step inside?”

“No running inside the shower area and watch where you step!” I recited from memory, remembering being scolded by my mother for exactly that the first time I’d visited as a six-year old filly.

“That… sounds like some pretty juicy intel,” House replied, his voice sounding strained again. “Ladies first.”

He opened the door and I walked inside. Immediately, steam fogged the surface of my eyes, causing me to blink. We’d entered a hallway tiled floor to ceiling with a door on the right wall which led into what I guessed was the shower room proper. The sound of water pattering against tiles filled the hall, interspersed with light moans, heavy breathing, and the lubricated thrusts of male equine anatomy slapping against soft filly rumps. Whispers carried on the steamy air the names of unseen lovers as we walked towards the source of the water sounds echoing slightly in the hallway.

“What in Hades?” House muttered to himself as a sharp cry rang out.

Unseen from behind the white-tiled wall between us and the showers, a filly climaxed with an immature, piercing cry followed by a gentle cooing sound. I heard a deep-voiced stallion whisper “I love you” before kissing what I guessed was probably her ear. At least if he were the courteous type.

“Don’t panic, House! They’re just getting warmed up,” I whispered to him.

“This is normal!?” He gave me a whispery hiss. “Where was that intel I asked you for not ten seconds ago?”

“Oh, hush! You didn’t want me to spoil that reveal for you, did ya?” I whisper hissed back. “I’m sure outsiders blow off steam in the shower room too sometimes!” One of the fillies gasped quietly. “Great, the fillies can hear us now! We made it weird and ruined their fun!”

“Ah-AHHHHHH!” a tiny filly voice cried out from just behind the wall; I judged her to be no more than twelve.

“Come on, House! Remember, when in Roam…” I walked through the opening to the shower room at the end of the hallway. If House was ever going to overcome the strangeness of his surroundings and the openness of affairs, he was going to have to get comfortable with it.

I remembered only when I passed through the door that it contained not the showers, but the locker room beside them. That explained why the building was so big! Rows of lockers took up most of the center of the room, some closed and others open revealing troves of sunscreen bottles, towels, foam floating noodles and the traditional “flippy-floppies” some foals like to wear on their hooves at the pool.

Most, however, were completely undressed.

Three fillies stood near the wall as I entered. The prettiest one — modeling a slicked-back ebon mane, neon blue eyes that seemed to light up her freckled face, a light-gray coat, and a row of ear piercings in each ear, looked up at me with filly creme slowly dripping down her muzzle. She was definitely not native to the reservation — not with piercings like that! — but was clearly mixed up with our tribe. Her coat was fluffy, like a northern pony, but her ears were long like ours.

On the other hoof, the lucky lady whose lustful lubricants she’d been feasting upon was definitely one of our race. Her sopping coat was so short, I could clearly make out the blue and violet-mottled skin beneath her cobalt-hued coat. The extended silence caught her attention and she looked up at me innocently before bowing her head full of curly golden locks ever so slightly in greeting.

The third filly paid me no mind at all but continued licking the insides of the golden-maned filly’s left ear, seemingly captured by its spell. Her marehood was twitching as she continued her sloppy massage. Despite her green head of mane being damp, it was still just as spiky as when she’d presumably styled it to the look that way.

House whinnied loudly from behind the wall, his erection now in evidence. “I don’t know if I should be in here, Rose!” He preemptively took a step back from the door, afraid to pass through it.

“House, come in here and look! You’ll definitely want to see this!” I called back to him.

He slowly peeked his head around the corner. It was the most incredible example of dawning horror I think I’ve ever witnessed. He was staring straight on, mouth slightly agape with his eyes level to the room as his field of vision took in more of it. And then, ever so slightly, seeing nothing, he tilted his head down to look at us. He made a slight ‘urk!’ sound, eyes taking in the sight of me with only his peripheral vision giving him a hint at what was going on to his right. That’s when he sighed with what I took to be resignation, sucked air in hard through clenched teeth, and having finished turning his head to face the flagrant filly fooling in progress, he made a guttural “ooooohhhhhuuugh” before biting into the nail of his hoof.

“Pretty neat huh?” I waved a hoof at the three fillies, the spiky green one had still not noticed me but was kissing the length of the blue filly’s neck as the latter cooed with delight.

“Is that colt with you, Rose? Nice!” The raven filly whistled at House. “You heard the lady, show us what you’ve got!”

I heard a rustling of stiffened wings followed by a loud fwoop. House groaned, “If anypony asks, I wasn’t here!”

The Pegasus side-stepped the rest of the way into the locker room, his wings hopelessly stiffened.

“Oooooh!” All three fillies were craning their necks to look up at him now.

“Wow, he’s got really big muscles!” The green filly said.

“And a really huge you-know-what!” Raven filly added, pointing between the stallion’s hind legs, causing his shaft to bulge harder despite his endearing but futile efforts to hide it

“Did we make you hard, mister Pegasus? Golden filly swept her wet mane out of her face. “It honors us to see you so excited!”

“You’re… uh, welcome! Or is it thank you?” House gave me a desperate look. “I can’t turn it off, Rose! I’m sorry!”

The four of us fillies giggled, appearing to make him even more flustered and excited. “Silly, House! She told you she was honored!” I turned to face the three. “You three are gorgeous! If I were a stallion, I’d be hard too!”

“Is your stallion okay with sharing you… Rose, is it?” Raven filly asked to which I nodded in the affirmative. “We’re going to find our way out to the woods near the pool when it gets dark and meet up with the other fillies from 25th and Broadway — You know what it is! Anyway, we were all going to take turns on Marigold here. She’s hopelessly submissive; her ears do all the thinking if you know what I mean!”

I indeed knew about the corner of 25th and Broadway located in Neigh Panamare, the town nearest our compound, and the notorious reputation fillies had there; and that’s saying something considering the reputation of our entire tribe. Let’s just say a filly who enters into it from one end of the block will have a dozen fillyfriends by the time she leaves whether she’s romantically attracted to fillies or not — if she ever leaves at all in the metaphysical sense. That place changes a gal forever. Never thought I’d meet one, much less three, of those original fillyfooling gangsters. But I’ll discuss them more another time.

The golden-maned filly waved her hoof. “That’s meee~! I’m so nervous but I know Rosa Salvaje is up in the Summerlands, cheering for me to do my best to rut every filly who asks!” She stepped towards me and kissed me on the base of my ear. “Your ears look like they do a lot of thinking too! Will you pleasure me?”

I stepped back, waving her off. “Wait… I-I’m not really into fillies!”

The three looked at me, “What do you mean? Every filly loves fillies!” The green-maned filly protested.

In my mind’s eye, I could see them — a pair of fillies dressed in white, their reflections shining back at me from the patio door. They were both taller than me; the two standing at least four inches higher at the withers than myself.

Thirteen years old at least, and I knew that all of them were friends of my sister. We spoke to one another once before, but I can’t for the life of me remember what it was about. All I do remember is that one of them stroked my ear, causing something indescribable to well up in my tummy.

I also don’t remember the exact progression of events, but I was only ten years old the day we started kissing in the backyard, when Mom caught us doing it. I didn’t know what was happening, but Mom was very upset and the two fillies ran away crying.

“Rose!”

A filly’s voice brought me back to reality. “I’m sorry! I… should probably get going! It was nice to meet you, gals!” I glanced furtively at House, who looked at me as if I’d just landed from a flying saucer.

“Oh, come on! 25th and Broadway! I already said you know what it is!” Raven filly stated as a matter of fact but her friends shook their heads. I guessed they didn’t want to start trouble with fillies outside of their neighborhood. “Oh, okay. Well, if you change your mind… we’ll be waiting.” The raven-maned filly winked at me, flagged her tail to the side, and let me get a good long look at her curiously alluring labia, mottled pink and yellow, streaked with filly juices and capped from below with a very prominent and visibly engorged nub. With one last wink of her fillyhood, she rounded the lockers with her two companions and disappeared.

“What was that about, Rose?” House tilted his head towards the retreating fillies. “Do you have some history with those three?”

“I’ve never met them before in my life,” I admitted truthfully. “But the reputation they hold is the stuff of legends. They sure were cute though, huh? Shame they couldn’t have put on a show for you!”

He blushed deeper. “I saw a show, alright! But I’m more interested in the behind-the-scenes stuff that happened towards the end.”

“Behind-the-scenes?” I arched a curious eyeridge at him.

“Your sister never showed any aversion to fillyfooling fun when we used to date, and she slept with at least a dozen mares while we were dating. Your customs don’t limit how many fillies your age you can keep as mates, and well… Molly never said anything about you having an aversion to same-sex romance,” he explained, almost accusingly.

I stared back at him for a moment. “If I didn’t know any better, House, I’d say you were disappointed you didn’t get to see any action!” I slid forward on my forehooves, lofted my tail and spread my hind legs slightly, all the better to present myself to him. “It’s not too late~!”

House grimaced and couldn’t quite stifle a whinny before bumping me in the rump with his muzzle.

“Hey!” I protested. “Seriously, I have no idea why you’re being this intense about all the sex going on here. You were not twelve hours ago rammed up inside me like a drain stopper! I told you the ponies here were just like you and me and you looked happy to come! What’s changed?”

“Ugh! I’m just stupid, okay?” House grunted, rubbing his nose.

My suspicions were confirmed at that moment he’d not been truthful earlier about being excited about going to the pool. Here goes round two of trying to comfort my stallion, I thought to myself. “You’re not stupid, House. Just tell me what’s bothering you!”

“It’s difficult to explain… but I’ll try, Rose.” House sat next to me and cuffed a wing over my shoulder.

I nuzzled his wing, relishing the well-preened sleekness of each primary feather. “I’m listening, handsome!”

“You ever have a dream where you’re in a familiar, comfortable place but there’s something not right about it? Or maybe you’ve been somewhere that had a sort of uncanny vibe to it?” House asked.

I shook my head. “I’m sorry. ‘Uncanny’ is a big pony word I don’t know.”

“It’s okay, Rose. I’ll explain it another way.” House thought for a moment and spoke. “Imagine you’re at home but it’s not really home but a parallel universe where Molly’s cats are multi-tailed foxes that can breathe fire and the ground is covered in a foot of snow at all times.”

I nodded slowly. “This sounds kind of awesome. Go on.”

“Well, you know for a fact that Molly’s cats aren’t foxes but nopony else acknowledges the differences in your understanding of the world but instead looks at you like a weirdo when you cry out in terror as one of the foxes sneezes hard enough to light the tip of your tail on fire,” House continued, making a concerned face.

“That does sound serious!” I put my forehooves to either side of my head.

“You understand now. That’s good!” House smiled and caressed my back with his wing. “That’s kind of like what being at this pool is. It’s close enough to being at a pool from where I’m from with ice cream and happy fillies and splashing water but there are unreal levels of sex going on.”

“So what makes sense inside of my room doesn’t make sense in this waterpark?” I asked.

“That sums my feelings up perfectly!” House replied. “Well, not perfectly. But you understand what I’m saying. There’s also the issue of never quite feeling safe with a filly as young as you.”

I felt my ears droop. “House… you can give me a chance, right?”

“Rose, of course I can!” House insisted. “And I did! And you were amazing!”

“Then you have to give the pool a chance. You need to give my tribe a chance. We aren’t like the outside world. We don't hate you for who you share your love with! We’re not like Equestria!” I slammed the floor with my hoof hard enough to make me wince. Ouch!

House folded his wings up against his flanks. “I will give the pool a chance. Once we’ve had a shower! You heard the mare, rules are rules!”

“Alright, alright!” He must be the only colt I’ve met who even cared about the shower rule. It’s not like the water wasn’t self-cleaning already! Defeated, I skulked off to the shower with him, swearing to myself he’d have to start being fun eventually. Maybe the third time trying to push him back onto the rails would be the charm.

The sound of coitus from the stalls slowly built back up as we showered off. I guessed we’d startled them somewhat, like animals in the woods who go quiet while the predator is near. House was aroused but he didn’t take advantage of me even when I cradled his erection on my back.

I sighed and thought to myself again. He has to start being fun eventually.

*****

We’d been swimming, slipping and sliding down tubes of water for hours, having reapplied sunscreen to each other’s back, face and ears three times by then.

Our skins were lightly tanned — mine especially, though I had to grease myself up in the most powerful waterproof sunblock available to avoid turning into a crispy critter. But the heat was definitely telling.

“Hey, House?” I climbed out of the pool after splashdown from the biggest slide in the park, tossing my filly-size inflated ring onto the pile of other rings. “I’m hungry. Can I get some ice cream?”

House nodded, smiling. “Sure, why not? I could go for one myself, if you’re up for a walk!”

“Sure!” We’d passed by the ice cream vendor on the way here. It was indeed quite a walk from our present location, but the lure of rocky road ice cream was too great so we both stowed our rings and set out on the path.

There was a noticeable increase in hoof traffic in the park, no doubt the presence of so many high-schoolers and workponies getting off of work and heading to the waterpark to unwind. While most of the ponies we’d encountered coming in had been around our age, far more adult stallions and single teenage fillies were walking around now too.

You could always tell a single teenager by the special tags they wore on their ears — a white letter ‘S’ in the middle of a tricolor field striped in red, yellow and green. I learned much later it stood for ‘salvaje’ or ‘wild’ in Equish, but I always thought it meant ‘single’ growing up.

Regardless of what it stood for, any filly in the park wearing the S-mark knew what might happen to them even if House didn’t.

But that was okay.He’d learn.

We stood in line behind one of the aforementioned fillies, a tall, sturdy gal with a khaki coat, brown mare/tail tied off in a pair of pigtails and strongly Donkey-ish features, even for a New Neighican. She couldn’t have been a day older than fourteen but was as tall as my mother and considerably more athletic.

A buckballer for sure, and a romantically successful one, I don’t doubt! I thought to myself, silently appraising her assets. The Princess of Love, no doubt punishing me for my denial, whispered something into one of her tall delicate ears, causing her to turn around and look down at me.

“See something you like, cutie?” The Amarezonian beauty planted a kiss on the inner part of my ear, causing my knees to quiver.

I squeaked quietly before retreating back a step and bumping into House. The spot where she’d kissed me smoldered as I stared up at her in awe. “Just… looking. I brushed my hoof against my ear where she kissed me. Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

“It’s okay, amigo. I’m not here to find a filly but I appreciate the attention,” she said, apparently teasing me.

Hey, you came onto me first! Not that I asked you too! I thought. “Yes, well… I’m here with my coltfriend, House Call.”

“Oh, really? Nice to meet you, House Call. The name’s Cassandra — Cassandra Burrows.”

Donkey names are so weird! I thought to myself. I feel a tiny bit guilty now when I remember how quick I was to objectify her. But in my defense, I hadn’t met very many Donkeys to that point and they appeared very exotic and strange to me. I guessed at the time her mixture was three parts Donkey and one part pony, though her enormous ears very definitely took after the former..

I made no inquiries about that, though. Even at twelve, I knew it’d be considered rude to ask a total stranger what her percentage was unless she felt comfortable bringing it up. At the end of the day, we’re all New Neighicans. Instead, we had a relatively uninteresting conversation about nothing.

If only I could have done that day over again, dear reader. I’d have celebrated her for the treasure that she was, but Cassandra was not destined for me that day.

A tall stud of an Earth Pony looked over at the three of us making small talk and spotted Cassandra. A bear of a stallion, his back and limbs were powerfully built but he had a large and very unathletic belly. He was obviously a workstallion of the fixer ponies who helped keep civilization running out here in the desert. And I noted with some excitement that he also had a similar tag as Cassandra’s dangling from the base of his ear.

Cassandra’s tail immediately began to flag, her first swish nearing catching me full in the face. Sparing us further hazard, the Donkey Pony left the line and walked up to him. The two stopped in front of each other. They took turns bowing at one another. Their legs did all the talking. She lifted her weight off of one leg, and then the other, showing him she was nervous but politely interested while his legs remained unnaturally rigid — his back held straight and tall.

“An unescorted guest is a shame,” Cassandra finally said, breaking the silence. “Will you join me?”

“Aww, how sweet!” House whispered to me as the two started kissing right there on the path. “We’re watching love happen in real-time.”

Ponies stopped walking and turned to face the kissing couple. It was as if they could smell what was about to happen. Stallions and fillies alike began to whistle and whinny for the pair as they kissed open-mouthed, their saliva popping loudly enough to attract the attention of sensitive-eared New Neighicans from yards away. And like a swarm of piranhas, more ponies piled in until we formed a circle around the scene of the action.

“Rose, permission to flee the scene to get help!” House said frantically upon seeing me looking back at him.

“Denied! Get over here, you’re missing all the fun!” I waved at him to come over and watch the affair beside him.

“They… they look like they’re going to devour that filly!” House’s voice seemed to have gone up in pitch several octaves. I reckoned if his voice went any higher, the stallions might well mistake him for a filly and he’d see his fantasy realized!

“She’ll be fine! Now come on!” Something in my voice must have convinced him and with great reluctance, he did so, standing over the top of me — the fillies all took positions in the front of the circle as if they were posing for a photo with the adults behind them. Nopony ever had to be told what to do in situations like this, Molly once told me, everypony knew their place.

“I’m watching a pony get sacrificed!” House said, his stallionhood dropping out of his sheath; my brain registering the impact of firm stallion sausage against my rump.

“Isn’t it great!?” I replied, cheering the Earth Pony on as he vigorously groomed his new Donkey friend.

Then Cassandra did the unexpected, bowing her head out of reach and presenting her femininity to the stallion; an act of submission. However much she may have enjoyed the foreplay, it clearly wasn’t enough.

“I can’t look away! Sweet Luna, there’s no way she’s going to fit all of that. It’s almost as big around as she is!” House spoke aloud to himself as if in a trance, his stallionhood larger and harder than ever.

Some of the ponies in the crowd groaned. I could understand why; they expected Cassandra not to yield to the foreplay so quickly. The more forgiving majority of the ponies began to chant ‘finish her! finish her!’. The ice cream mare in particular made her calls for orgasmic release heard above the voices of the rest, slamming her hoof down on the counter with the intensity and conviction of a zealot.

If she kept that up, it was going to disintegrate and I really wanted ice cream after this was over!

“You okay back there, House? I can’t hear you breathing anymore!” I yelled, barely making myself heard above the din of the crowd.

He whimpered something that sounded like “um-hmm”. Good enough for me! So I turned my attention back on Cassandra, who was now waving her tail in her suitor's face, admiring her bravery and brazenness.

If possible, she seemed even bolder than I had been, given she looked so much smaller standing in front of him than me! With a single bite, he chewed through the plastic bit holding her ear tag on, symbolically claiming her. The crowd went insane at the sight, stomping their hooves and whooping like stampeding buffaloes.

But the gentle giant didn’t immediately mount her. He whispered into her large donkey ear. “This is only the beginning, sweetie,” before kissing its tip. She whinnied and flagged her tail impatiently. Not great form on her part, I had to admit to myself, but I didn’t hold it against her. All I could do was critique from a distance, this being her show.

The stallion didn’t seem to mind at all. He must have taken the hint that playing nice wasn’t winning him any prizes, because he tapped the filly’s hind legs to the side where he wanted them and then moved to straddle her from above; the end of his hanging shaft at the perfect height for her. Finding himself already pressed firmly against her immature opening, he penetrated her fillyhood with a gentle thrust and a sigh of relief.

The look on Cassandra’s face! It was as if she were the world’s smallest rowboat and her lover the world’s largest sailor! There was this incredible expression of pain followed by sheer determination to endure it, finally followed by a face of pure triumph that I found all too relatable as her earth pony body adjusted much as mine had, accommodating the enormous intruder within her.

“You just earned yourself two scoops, little lady!” The ice cream vendor shouted, brandishing her ice cream scoop like a battle axe in one hoof and a waffle cone like a shield in the other.

“Yeah!” the crowd replied, chanting as one for him to go deeper as the stallion began to lightly piston his way inside of his lover.

House’s erection began to fill, creeping across my back like a predatory serpent. I vowed to Cadance he’d get his chance to loosen me up later when our display of affection wouldn’t take away from Cassandra’s triumph. It’s generally considered bad form among females of our tribe to try to show up a younger sister, lest we damage her confidence, after all.

The plopping sounds grew louder and louder as he quickened his pace and pushed himself in deeper, now past the medial ridge. Cassandra squinted her large eyes and leaned into her grasp on the pavement as hard as her hooves would allow as her orgasm built; it was like looking at myself in a mirror, feeling every motion as if it were happening.

“You’re doing great, Cassandra! Milk him dry, mi hermanaaa! I screamed.

“Milk him dry! Milk him dry! Milk him dry!” The crowd began to chant.

She turned to look at me — alas, I could only see her face at an angle. I would have loved to see her straight on but the good spots were taken — she craned her head back as far as anatomy would allow, as her lover pushed her closer and closer to the edge of glory. When she caught my eye, she fixed me with a sultry gaze I read as ‘don’t you wish it was you’!

I couldn’t understand what I felt that day. But in time, I would.

With one final push that lifted Cassandra off of her hind legs, she climaxed with a blissful cry, entire pints of milky white seed erupting from the stallion, spraying back forcefully into his applesack as she quickly filled to capacity. A pool of creamy, opaque seed expanded beneath the two, fed by dripping sweat and seed. I followed its progress, mesmerized as the crowd cheered for the pair of them.

Cassandra squealed with evident surprise and she slipped off of him, her rear hooves coming down hard on the pavement and unleashing their combined love juices in a torrent on the pavement. She was clutching her belly as if willing her body to drain it, expanding the puddle still further until the crowd was backing away from the pair of them like an active volcano.

“As promised, two scoops on the house! What flavor will it be, you two?” Ice Cream mare cut in.

“Pecan… caramel,” Cassandra gasped, looking very hot and sweaty. “Extra cold.”

“Chocolate marshmallow,” the stallion replied, flicking his softening erection against his stomach. “Extra gooey.”

He put his foreleg around her shoulder. She responded by nuzzling up against his chest as Ice Cream Mare scooped out their order.

“Rose…” I nearly jumped as House spoke. By my matriarch herself, I’d forgotten he was even there!

“Rose, I didn’t believe it was true until I saw it with my own eyes… forgive me.” House scooped me up in her forelegs and kissed me on the muzzle. “I feel a bit needy and I think you feel the same.”

I grinned wickedly at him. “I think you’re right! There are some convenient bushes we can use if you can’t wait!”

“I was thinking dinnertime… you and me under the table…” House rasped in a husky voice.

“Mmm! That’s dangerous talk! My tribe must be leading you astray!” I teased.

“Alright everypony, stand clear!” I looked up and noticed a mare in a gray jacket pushing a cart with a huge tank on it. She was carrying what looked like a garden hose in her hoof connected to the tank. Aiming it at the puddle she squeezed the trigger and blasted the pathway clean.

“Imagine if we had that technology during the war!” House said, the two of us laughing.

“The griffons would never have known what hit them!” I replied, nuzzling his belly. We ate our ice cream on a nearby bench, planning on hitting the water coaster ride before dinner.

What we planned to do at dinner, I’d leave to House’s fertile imagination.

Author's Note

25th and Broadway, you know what it is!

Roseluck's Reconnaissance

Today’s entry into my collection of sensual stories is a bit of a surprise.

Europa has been busy organizing the seasonal migration of the dog-faced fruit bats into their southern roost sites for the upcoming winter and I’m left to hold down our arboreal fortress alone — with the help of several paid servants to oversee maintenance of the property, carrying in supplies and dealing with the laundry.

Have I mentioned that our property has dedicated buildings just for storing food and clothing?

Without making this latest chapter a detailed description of household logistics for over twenty ponies, I want to thank the hard-working staff at Europa Manor in writing for helping to keep my family comfortable and happy. Thestralslovakia is so much different culturally and in terms of climate from my old home in the desert, but the close-knit communal attitude and ‘all in it together’ mentality of the local community reminds me that ponies are ponies wherever you go. And that I’m appreciated by those virtues of kindness that make us all truly one nation and tribe.

But we’re not going back to Nuevo Dureingo this time. Europa would be disappointed if my first retelling of the story took place when he wasn’t around to give live feedback and even livelier sex to me afterward!

Instead, I’d like to take you back to last night, on a lonely patrol, inside the corkscrew corridors of my arboreal abode when I heard a disruptive racket.

Most of my foals were already asleep. The sounds of their slow, rhythmic breathing penetrated the walls as I passed the doors to their rooms — big ears aren’t just a turn-on to thestrals in general and my batty husband in particular; they mean I can pick up on a lot that passes by regular ponies — with the peace of the night at least initially disturbed only by the muffled steps of my slipper-clad hooves.

That all changed, however, when my oversized sensory organs suddenly caught the unmistakable evidence of passionate lovemaking and barely bit off cries of pleasure. I smiled at the sounds, basking in memories of my youth and first time with what turned out to be one of my many striped suitors from another continent.

It contented me to know at least one of my daughters, Aitne, was being well and truly bred by her zebra lover; I could hear her moans of pleasure literally echoing throughout the house, the sound being channeled through the vents connecting each of the rooms, making it sound like a dozen Aitnes were being serviced by an equal number of enormously endowed zebra stallions.

I mention this specifically because Europa insists this kind of hearing range isn’t normal when I bring it up. He says most ponies can’t hear sound vibrations dimensionally and track them through obstructions like this, but my ability sounds just like those of the bats he’s talked to when I bring it up.

He calls it echolocation, but whatever it is, it’s perfectly normal for me and them. I’m willing to bet those bats he’s met weren’t as sexually active with him as I am, though!

This is all to say the air that night was already filled with the expected but occasionally discordant sounds of sloppy sex. And yet, among all the existing cacophony, I could still make out the fact at least two of my foals were up to no good, doing things that they were very much not supposed to.

I set my jaw, knowing that sound would offer me the perfect cover to surprise my not-so-ancient but well-respected rival in the aural arts — namely, my daughter, Phoebe. She’d been the only one of my offspring so far to be born with my ears, and they were every bit as sensitive as mine, allowing the young mare a keen sense of hearing that allowed her to disobey rules and cause no end of trouble when she had a mind to.

Which nowadays seemed to be far too often. I frowned as I made my stealthiest approach up the twisting hallway passage, certain I was finally going to catch them in the act. And yet, even as I approached as stealthily as I could, the lack of noise discipline by the offending pair of adolescents had me second-guessing myself. Might this all be a misunderstanding? I shook my head silently. Of course not, it was definitely them. And by Luna’s ancient husband, I wasn’t going to allow any unnatural relations to happen under my roof!

My paranoia increased exponentially as I approached a beam of light emanating from a small crack beneath the door to my daughter Phoebe’s room. My shallow breathing sounded like a windstorm going full blast inside of my head but would have been entirely inaudible to everypony else. My creaking joints could put the settling of a home’s foundation to shame and my hooffalls sounded like a fifty-foot-tall giantess flattening Manehatten.

And yet, despite what had to be my obvious approach, there was no alarm from inside the room. Oh, they were trying to keep their voices down but Phoebe was so distracted that she hadn’t noticed me.

At least, not until my daughter suddenly grunted and I heard the rustling of blankets being thrown aside from inside the room. It was swiftly followed by a high-pitched voice whispering, “Aw shoot! I told you Mom would hear us talking!”

Busted. Mission failed. I hung my head and accepted defeat, approaching the door without any attempt at stealth and knocked at the door. “Phoebe! Charon! Bedtime was twenty minutes ago. You know the rules!” I opened the door and stepped through it.

Two innocent little breezies were sat on opposite sides of the bed with an untidy stack of stack of old books between them. I recognized several of them as bedtime stories I’d read for the foals and felt a pang of gratefulness that I should bear such wholesome offspring. And here I’d been doubting them.

“Sorry, Mom!” Charon looked down at me, apologetically, ears bowed in submission. “I guess we lost track of time.”

Phoebe looked up at me innocently from where she lay on her back, a patterned nightcap resting between her towering, blue-furred ears. “It’s nine already?”

I stepped past my daughter’s throwaway question and started taking in the scene inside the bedroom. No evidence of any funny business, whether by sight or scent; just a pair of books atop the bed and a box of tissues on the bedstand next to Phoebe.

No scented lotions, oils or candles to be seen, only the pill container Phoebe used to keep the medicine she was on organized and an empty glass. No bottle of Thestralslovakian wine either, for that matter. Just an after-hours meeting between two siblings with an unhealthy fascination with each other, meeting in secret under the cover of white noise generated by their highly-satisfied sister. To read books.

I mentally shook myself. Surely Phoebe wasn’t feeling well enough to be fooling around. She’d been battling the bat-pony variant of the feather flu all week — and no, before anypony or anybatty asks, not having feathers doesn’t make you immune to it — and her good-hearted brother was keeping her company so she didn’t have to be sick all by herself, reading to her to judge by the open book beside them.

My jaw clenched as I looked into my daughter’s eyes for any hint of deception and found none. I looked at my son, laying in bed next to her. He looked a lot more guilty of something but lacking any evidence, I couldn’t be certain of exactly what. But my sweet innocent son didn’t have an ounce of guile in him. He wouldn’t be caught guilty of stealing a glance!

I nodded my head at the pair of them, giving up on meting out any discipline for the time being. “Yes, it’s after nine. You can read her more stories tomorrow.”

“But I’ve been asleep for most of the day,” Phoebe replied. “I’m not tired at all.”

“You’re still sick, Phoebe,” I reminded her. “You need all the rest you can get so you can get better.”

“But I’m always sick!” Phoebe leaned up to say before letting her head fall back against the pillow with a soft thud.

I felt a pang of sadness and guilt. “Phoebe, your dad and I are doing everything we can. We just…” the pair stared at me, looking almost heartbroken at the thought of being told to go to bed like normal ponies. “We want you to get better… and so does your big brother. Right, Charon?”

“Yeah!” Charon smiled, unfurling a wing and resting it on his sister’s head. “That’s why I’m here, actually. I was looking up something in these books for Phoebe…”

I reached up and grabbed one from atop the sheets. It was clearly a book on pony anatomy and judging by the dry, antiseptic nature of the cover, one of the books we used for homeschool classes. The cover was telling a little lie though as the page it was turned to had a diagram of a stallion’s penis on it, complete with its many delicious details. Sadly, such dry descriptions and diagrams couldn’t describe the glory of the sweet friction of the real thing plunging its way inside your depths. Ahh, the finer things in life come free more often than most ponies give credit.

Despite that, my gaze narrowed. “This is pretty heavy study material for two foals before bedtime!” My eyes scanned the page before quickly giving it up. How any foal expected to learn about sex this way was beyond me. All due credit to the illustrators of the world but some things need to be practically demonstrated.

“What are you trying to figure out?” My expression brightened as I considered the glorious implications. “Phoebe, Charon! Are you starting to think about going outside and finding other ponies to sleep with? I’ve waited for this day my entire life, you know!”

Phoebe and Charon glanced at each other and back at me, their faces flashing crimson.

“Surely by now, you know exactly sex works?” I looked at the two, exasperated. “You’ve all seen sex happen in class with two eager and willing participants!”

Sidenote, but Europa says it isn’t typical of schools in Thestralslovakia to show practical examples of two ponies having sex in class and especially not with roleplay between two ponies before they consummate the act. It’s a wonder Thestrals ever have sex with that attitude. I mused that I should join the PTA until I remembered that none of my foals go to public school.

“Well, we, um…” Charon stammered. “Phoebe, can you take this question?”

“Well, we, uhhh…” Phoebe gestured over to the book. “We thought maybe the book would go into detail on doing sex safely, you know?”

“Safely,” I repeated blankly. Why would two safes ever desire to sex with one another and how in Tartarus could that ever work?

“You know… safely so nopony gets hurt.” Phoebe gestured with her forehooves something like a huge log getting rammed into an invisible hole or perhaps a cannon being loaded from the breech. One can’t be entirely sure.

I nodded. “That’s not usually a problem unless…” I frowned as I noted the size difference between the tiny Phoebe who looked barely older than eight despite being twelve years of age and the towering Charon who was fifteen going on twenty-one judging by his size and bulk. “Unless the stallion is much larger than the mare.”

I was suddenly aware of why this study session was taking place in secret.

“And you wanted to learn about this because… you’re both interested in finding your own mates in the village… right?” I said in a highly conspicuous manner, hoping they’d pick up the hint.

“Oh yeah! Sure!”

“Right… right…” the two replied, nodding, eyes conspicuously directed at the walls and ceiling.

“Good. Keep in that frame of mind.” I set the book back down onto the bed. “Look — I appreciate the fact you’re both showing interest in sex. It’s only healthy that you should want to learn about these things now that you’re starting to notice other ponies around you as something potentially more than just playmates. And it’s so seldom I get to have one-on-one meetings with you foals about these things. So if you’re willing to keep this between us, I’ll let you stay up past your bedtime this once. I can tell you both a story if you’d like.”

“A story about having sex?” Phoebe’s eyes lit up like a filly’s on Hearth’s Warming Eve morning. “Maybe one about a handsome stallion who was really, really big?”

“And a beautiful mare who was really really small and cute?” Charon added, hopefully. “With ears out to here!?”

I chuckled at that. “I wouldn’t call myself ‘small,’ exactly, but I’ve been told a lot that I’m cute. As for the stallion, he was so large, it was in his name. Big Macintosh.”

“Oooooooh!” the two foals replied.

“So are you two interested in hearing one of your Mom’s old war stories?” I prompted, to which the two nodded eagerly, smiling. “Well, get yourselves comfortable because this one’s a doozy! It will be about the largest, most endowed stallion I ever got tucked in by.”

There was a flurry of movement as the pair tucked themselves in beneath the blankets, the two huddled so close together, that their bodies were touching. They must have caught something in my expression they didn’t like because they quickly put distance from each other, looking up at me with a pair of unconvincing smiles.

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to be telling them both this together, but I figured my presence would ensure order and chastity. Satisfied, I pulled Phoebe’s bean bag chair up to the head and bed and sat in it. “Now that we’re all comfortable, let’s begin. And I’ll explain to you how safe — and fun! — sex with a much larger partner can be.”

“Recon in Ponyville”

I’ve mentioned before that I used to live in a desert, and it’s what most ponies would describe as a “dry” town. But dry can mean different things. Some creatures have sought to ban alcohol in the places they live according to their local customs of which I don’t understand. Such places are also called ‘dry’, and are places I’ve had little interest in visiting.

But there is one other kind of dry place — perhaps the most unfortunate of all to a mare. The driest and most desolate of all wastelands. That place is one where the ratio of pony genders hits 87/13 female/male.

No joke. The ratio of mares to stallions in Ponyville is the most striking across all of Equestria. An eye-popping eighty-seven percent female. It’s considered a selling point because fillyfoolers — mares who exclusively seek out other mares for sexual companionship — move there specifically to find other mares to partner up with. It’s how their numbers became so lopsided in the first place as the movers keep on moving ‘em in. There are not one but three tribe-specific fillyfooler groups that organize and do activities there from competitive sports to less competitive bathhouse orgies.

And the stallions? Those that existed were either paired off already or too young to breed. I understand in these parts, earth Ponies like the Apple Family have taken to inbreeding within their local clans. Not for prestige or connections like the unicorns, but to keep from dying out entirely.

Fresh off the train in Ponyville, my prospects for penile penetration were dim, to put it mildly. Days became weeks and weeks became months with no sex. And I was slowly beginning to lose my sanity to the point that even the mares were starting to look deliciously inviting to an avowed male-lover like myself. Oh, but that, dear reader, is many many stories for a different day!

No, today, on a steamy summer morning in the hills of Coltucky, within her Majesty’s township of Ponyville, there wasn’t any snow to be tossed at a passing pegasus or female companionship to be had anywhere. Just my boss, Daisy, lying on her back on the concrete floor of the greenhouse next to our home, manipulating a strap around my barrel — the effervescent scent of moist earth and the nectars of hundreds of different flowers inside row upon row of dirt-filled troughs, wafting past our noses.

“I suppose this means it’s too late to ask for the day off?” I asked sheepishly as she secured the last of three straps binding me to the covered wagon.

Daisy snorted, the breeze tickling the fine hairs of my beige coat. “You suppose correctly.”

I sighed and pinched at one of the straps, which so cruelly marred my soft bristly belly. “This one’s a bit tight. Could you refasten it?”

“No!” Daisy exclaimed, furrowing her brow at me. “I’ve already adjusted all three of them repeatedly. You’re just stalling for time now and I have a train to catch!”

“Alright, alright! But I really should apply another layer of vanilla sunscreen to my ears. Can you pass me the bottle from my bag?” The first two layers had started pouring down my sides within minutes of me putting it on. Why did it have to be so blasted hot at eight in the morning? Were the pegasi on strike, or just enjoying sitting on cooler mountaintops or clouds at much higher elevations where the temperatures were blissful and the wind was refreshing?

Whatever the answer, Daisy passed me my bottle with an expression of supreme smugness. “You won’t last another week friendless in this town!”

“Watch me…” I grumbled, squirting a splotch of edible, flavored white cream into both of my forehooves before rubbing it into one ear at a time. “A mare is nothing but a mare but before I let you fillyfoolers beat me down, I’ll die with a stallion on my land.”

“That’s the spirit, Rose! Dizzy Twister says you won’t make it to one year before one of us ladies gives you the night of your life, but my bits are on you continuing to be an obstinate donkey. Don’t let me down!” Daisy reached into the back of the wagon, briefly disappearing from view until she reappeared carrying a small telescope in her teeth. “You forgot to put this in your saddlebag.”

“Oh right!” I took it from her and placed it in the bag.

“Just remember that some of the mountain passes to Canterlot are pretty steep. You don’t want to go up while another pony is coming down. Remember the rules of the road and don’t get complacent out there,” Daisy said as I nodded solemnly, wishing nothing more than to be behind the counter at Daisy’s flower shop smiling and chatting with the customers, safely out of the sun while a fan blew in my face.

“Right,” I said shortly, still wondering if there was any way I could stall my departure that Daisy would accept. Probably not.

“Just be careful and watch out for the potholes outside of town,” Daisy continued. “The county doesn’t maintain Ponyville’s roads until outside the city limits, and Ponyville itself can barely afford to patch up the main road through town.”

Considering the large-scale disasters that struck Ponyville every week, one could hardly blame the city council. As a point of interest for those reading, Twilight Sparkle was two years away from coming to Ponyville and changing the history of the town, making it the center of commerce, tourism and attention it is today. It also meant when things went wrong, it took much longer to make them right again.

But I knew I could always count on ponies to help each other out so put the issue out of my mind. “Maybe Applejack can spare a hoof to help fix the wagon once she’s done thumping me for trying to steal her brother away from the fields!”

“All I can say is with that attitude, don’t be surprised if you end up becoming a permanent fixture of Applejack’s two-hundred-acre property really soon!” Daisy winked at me before walking over to the rolling wagon door and pushing it up — the sudden burst of early morning light making my eyes water. “But that’s enough talking. Time is bits, friend!”

“Yes, ma’am!” I threw my manager a sloppy salute.

Having finished carefully applying my sunscreen — nearly bringing myself to climax involuntarily from the cool cream against my warm and sensitive ears multiple times in the process — I wiped the sweat from my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I set off into the steamy sunlit scene; the tight harness traps pressing firmly against my lean, muscular back and belly. It felt curiously reassuring as if the wagon were the object of my nurture.

I was no mere filly anymore but not like the mare I am today. I was still a bit tall and gangly, my exaggerated appearance made all the more obvious by my long ears standing erect over my head like antennae. My body lacked the pleasant roundness that so many lovers and friends have associated with my name, hardened into layers of powerful muscle fueled by constant exercise; but all the same, my tender meat found the burden imposed by the load of flowers mere foal’s play to bear.

I moaned with pleasure as the wind picked up, causing my ears to sway lightly as I left the town limits and started to ascend in altitude, cresting a small hill that brought a refreshing breeze over the top. The brief respite from the heat and humidity instantly turned my mind to some comfortable topics. And shortly to much more uncomfortable topics. It always happens when you work alone and was one of the reasons I was fearful of taking up this assignment.

Namely, the topic of why the wind was the only action my ears were getting these days. Or the rest of me for that matter.

The answer came to me quickly: because you left the zebras behind.

“Argh!” I flicked my tail in anger. “I was such a fool! I left striped stallion paradise and for what? For what!? To be stuck in the most sterile, sexless, backwater, platonic form of elementary school!?

It scares me to think back on how upset I was. It was everything I could do not to swear, knowing what my mother would say to it. To tell the nearest rock or tree how peeved I was! It pains me that I was even tempted to resort to such a word to represent my anger, but I can’t take back how I felt.

“They would have accepted me back home…” I kept muttering to myself, perhaps glad to have somepony’s voice to keep me company, even it was my own.

So imagine how surprised I was to get an answer. “But you are home, Rosebud. And you are accepted here!”

“Eep!” I turned to face the sound of a mare’s voice, speaking nearby to be along the rugged dirt road. The most beautiful Earth Pony to ever live smiled back serenely — her three-tone mane of red, gold and green twisted into tight braids tightly wound by cords of ethereal, glowing green silk.

“Grandma Rosa!” I lowered my head in acknowledgment of my ancient progenitor. We’d met before, of course, but such details I’ll spare until the main timeline catches up with this one. Again to my husband, I’ll say, I’m very sorry for recalling events out of order! “It seems like forever since we’ve had a chance to speak, and I need your advice now more than ever!” I insisted.

She favored me with a warm smile that quickly faded. “Well, I can’t say I’ve followed every single thing you’ve done since you came to Ponyville, but I can tell when my great-great-great… et cetera… granddaughter really needs to have sex!” Rosa gave me the stern look of a dissatisfied teacher.

“So why aren’t you? There are so many ponies here who would love to share their warmth with you.” Rosa looked up at the sky, turning her gaze one way and then the other. “I sense their desire all around us. Can you not feel this bond between yourself and your neighbors? I’m disappointed, my love. After so much time in Detrot, I expected more from you.”

“Hey!” I quicked my leisurely stroll to a trot down the road, perhaps involuntarily trying to distance myself from the truth I feared to face. But to little surprise, she kept pace with me the whole time. “That’s not fair! You know I’ve never backed down from a lack of prospects before. But Ponyville is on a whole other level of dry. And work keeps me too busy to travel long distances. A-and I don’t want to sleep with mares, either!”

“Oh, my wayward greatest granddaughter… where do I even begin?” Rosa asked rhetorically with a sad shake of her head. “I could address your points in order, but first I want to make one thing crystal clear to you about Detrot: you did the right thing in leaving, even if you didn’t go about it in the best way. We both know this. You’re far too young to settle down and raise a herd.” A hint of bitterness seemed to creep its way into my spirit matriarch’s voice. “I wish somepony had told me…”

I slowed to a walk and hung my head in shame at having disappointed the one being, living or otherwise, that I least wanted to. “Rosa, I’m sorry!”

I felt her muzzle rub up against mine, She was warm to the touch. Unnaturally so, even. But I knew full well that it was the love for her family that gave her a physical form, even if it was for only a short span of time before she disappeared back into the realm of spirits once more.

“No, dear. There’s no need for that.” Rosa was smiling now. “If I’ve one regret, it was my timing. But I’ll never regret my family’s existence. But you, my granddaughter, face a lifetime of regret if you second-guess every decision you make in your life.”

I lowered my large ears even further at her admonition. What can I say? Grandmas are never wrong about anything. “You’re right. But…” I gestured back at Ponyville, which had disappeared behind a row of tree-covered hills. “I still feel like I’m lost here. Do you think I should leave? Pack up everything and leave my friends? It just feels like life has completely stopped.”

“And yet you march forward with determination to live.” Rosa reminded me with a soft nicker. “Somewhere over the next hill holds all the answers to problems you face today, if your eyes aren’t too impatient to find them. That is my advice to you.”

I arched an eyeridge back at her. “Is that where Ponyville’s stallions are all hiding or something?”

Rosa laughed gayly in response, making me wish I could roll my eyes at that moment. “I can see many things from the other side, Rosebud, but even I can’t tell the future. I am merely suggesting which paths might be more fruitful based on what I can observe now.”

I sighed and gave an involuntary flag of my tail. “Fair enough, I guess.”

“But if that isn’t helpful enough for you, might I make a humble suggestion?” Rosa asked, waiting for my nod. “The mares in this town are really cute and really eager. If you wanted to, they could see to your immediate sexual needs.”

I snorted hard and looked back at her defiantly, shifting my head once to the left and then to the right.

“Stubborn to the end!” Rosa laughed again, poking me on my shoulder with my hoof with surprising force for a spirit. I grunted softly at the contact but kept walking along with my flowery cargo. “As long as you can live with your decision to abstain from rutting mares, I can respect that. It’s your decision, after all. But I can’t help but wonder if that’s what you truly desire, or if something is holding you back.”

I felt a mass of guilt drop into my stomach. “You could read my mind, but I don’t want to talk about it.”

“No, no, no, silly Rosebud!” Rosa replied. “I detest spoilers. And reading minds sounds scary and mean-spirited. Ponies should be free of such intrusions.”

On that, we could agree. “Thanks, Grandma.” I exhaled hard in some relief.

“Don’t mention it, Rosebud!” Rosa replied, the pair of us stopping at the top of another small rise in the rolling terrain. I wiped the sweat from my forehead before getting a good look at my surroundings. Steep hills covered in conifers swathed in a hazy mist surrounded us, boxing us into an enormous rolling green valley filled with apple trees. Alas, we were nowhere near Canterlot yet and my back was already beginning to ache some, less from the load than the sweltering summer heat.

Not even half of the way into my trip and I was already adding to my list of regrets ever going on the trip in the first place. I was young and strong, but not yet muscled enough to have the stamina to make long trips like this all in one go.

“Rosebud, look over there!” Rosa pointed up at an oddly designed wooden structure atop a nearby hill. “It’s a carrot house!”

“Pretty neat, huh?” I said, my eyes taking in the sight of a huge carrot placed precariously atop a small spire adorning the roof of the structure. “I’ve met the mare who lives there. Big gal. Built like one of the Earth Pony warriors of old. Has a bit of a funny accent, but then I suppose I do too if you asked her.”

“Interesting.” Rosa brought a hoof to her chin, appearing to be in thought. “An Earth Pony warrior, you say? This mare seems more like the farming type judging by that house.”

“Oh, she is! Not at all the fighting type but she could thump someone if she wanted to, I bet. I see her every now and then at Daisy’s shop. She’s really nice and thankfully hasn’t found a reason to thump me yet.” I said meekly. “Her sister though… now there’s a warrior type if I’ve ever met one. The kind of gal who’d suplex a boulder just because she can.”

“Goodness, she sounds epic! We should stop by and pay her a visit. Rosebud. You do look pretty tired and there’s a long road ahead. Take a break, sweetie!” Rosa offered, tempting me but I shook my head.

“Nah. It’s a small farm and she doesn’t spend a lot of time there. If all the gossip I’ve heard about her is accurate, she spends most of her time in town hanging out at a small bar called the ‘Foolers Rush In’ getting sloshed.” sat down in the middle of the road, thinking about my options. “I really could use a break, though.”

“Hmm,” Rosa pointed towards a barn off in the distance, its purple spire only barely visible through the mist and trees. “Who lives over there? I bet they could offer you some fresh apple juice if you asked them nicely. Perhaps even some warm apple pie!”

“I hope you haven’t got any particular ideas about pie!” I waggled my eyeridges back at Rosa. “But I’m not sure about that idea either.”

“Why not?” Rosa asked, sounding concerned. “Who turns down the prospect of free pie?”

“A mare named Applejack spends most of her days there, and well, she’s not a big fan of mine.” That was an understatement. She’d caught me looking at her brother and must have caught some bad vibes coming off of me because she’s not trusted me ever since. Did she know something about me that I didn’t? I’d ask her, but for as sturdy as she was built, she could easily take me in a fight. And probably take me in other ways, but I didn’t want to think about that either.

“It wouldn’t be wise to anger a rival of yours, surely. But maybe this is a good time to make amends with her. I think you should stop by and say hello, Rose.” Rosa looked into my eyes, a reassuring hoof resting on my shoulder.

I looked anxiously over at the barn as if it were an enemy camp filled with griffon soldiers ready to make a meal out of me.

“I can see how tired you are, Rose. Don’t be afraid. Trust in the goodness of your fellow mare.” The outline of Rosa’s body began to flicker and I could now see straight through her. I wrapped both of my forelegs around her back in a tight hug, determined to bind her to the world of the living.

“Rosa, pleeease stay a bit longer! I’m... I’m scared and I want you to stay with me.” My eyes began to well up with tears. “I love you!”

“I’m sorry, Rosebud. I love you too, but my time in Equestria grows short. I am being called back to the Summerlands.” Rosa sounded almost defeated. “All I ask is that you not fear Applejack. Your goodness is her goodness. She is a reasonable mare. Make amends with her and you’ll both be happy. Promise me you’ll try!”

I felt Rosa slip out of my grasp and begin floating up into the sky.

“I’ll try, Rosa. I promise! Please visit me again!” I called up to her as she continued to float away.

“Count on it, Rose!” she called back. “Until then, find a stallion and end your dry spell!” Rosa then turned into a ball of light and streaked up into the sky.

I kneeled in thanks to the immortal alicorns who gifted me my moment with Rosa, however brief. And then immediately I felt bad because I’d promised to do something really dangerous. Couldn’t she have stayed to give me moral support or promise to notify my next of kin that I’d be joining her in the Summerlands soon?

Resigned to my fate of being bucked to death by an angry Applejack, I made peace with it and carefully backed my cart down the steep hill as I’d been trained to do. I may have had a pretty nice cushion for the pushin’ but not enough to balance the weight of an entire wagon!

I parked my wagon alongside the road and unhitched myself from it. I had to admit it felt great to have my freedom of movement again. I worked the kinks out of my back and for a brief moment, felt a wave of optimism, which meant I was feeling my old self again. Maybe there were stallions in these hills for me and I’d be able to seduce one of them. But first things first. It was time to talk to Applejack.

But no bad news without more bad news, as Lily Valley would say. To get to Sweet Apple Acres, I’d need to cut through the massive, unfamiliar property to get to the family’s ranch house. Have I mentioned the trees utterly ruining my view of the surrounding area? Hills are useless, I concluded as I began making my way towards the ravine where a shallow creek separated me from the edge of the property.

What I wouldn’t have given to be back home in the desert without all these trees in the way. It was like trying to navigate inside of a huge city like Las Pegasus, minus all the well-built stallions, casinos and restaurants that make them fun places to be.

I splayed my ears and covered my face as best as I could, moving through the thicket on the other side of the creek. Angry tree branches were bent on avenging my mental disparaging of their honorable work by nibbling at my ears with their abrasive touch. Swatting at the offenders only made them angrier, lashing back in defiance with leafy slaps.

“Having met the forest, I prefer flowers,” I grumbled to myself bitterly as I exited the wooded area and was greeted by a welcome sight; a field of wheat waving lazily in the warm breeze. By now, I was ready for a cool drink and the thought of some freshly juiced apple cider was looking better by the minute. But before I could complete that thought, I reached the edge of the wheat field and what I saw made me stop cold and dive to the ground like I was infiltrating enemy territory only to spot a crossbow-wielding sentry.

The tall, muscular red stallion I recognized instantly as Big Macintosh stood in a dirt field with patches of rough grass here and there filled with giant watermelons. He had a long strand of grass in his teeth and was looking over a particularly large one the size of a fully grown adult mare. It probably weighed nearly as much too!

It figures this particular Earth Pony boon of being able to grow uncommonly large fruits and vegetables would belong to a farming family like the Apples, whereas, the boon of my family was the ability to bear dozens of offspring even late into life. By reputation, the life span of the Apple Family Earth Ponies was also greatly extended — the family matriarch, Granny Smith, is said to be over five hundred years old and the founder of Ponyville.

I don’t personally know what madness possesses a mare of five hundred years to spend it farming and not making love to every stallion she meets but that’s what makes us all so different. I suppose somepony has to bake those amazing pies Ponyvillians love so much. And the cider! Mmm! But back on topic…

Big Macintosh’s attention was entirely fixed on the watermelon as it was as he appeared to cut into it with a small blade clutched in his dominant hoof. I could make out a small pink spray as it pierced the delicate green of the oversized fruit. As he twisted the blade, pulped fruit poured from the hole and into a puddle on the grassy open field. The scene might have held a more innocent meaning to me if he hadn’t been sporting the largest erection I had ever seen — made all the more striking by its distinctive mottled skin that accentuated every bump and curve.

This watermelon was not for eating.

I knew at that moment I should just leave and allow the handsome farmpony to indulge himself. He’d been working hard all day and just wanted a break. And who could deny him the chance to use such an exquisitely crafted tool for its intended use? But chances like these don’t come nearly often enough and if I wasn’t going to get lucky that day, I could still appreciate the display of male artistry.

And so, using the cover so graciously provided to me by the Apple Family’s melon field, I kept low to the ground and watched as he carefully withdrew the blade and placed it somewhere off to his left. From where I lay, it was impossible to tell, but it left me with the impression this was no work of sudden inspiration but a carefully-planned ritual he’d indulged in many times before, and this melon was to be sacrificed on the altar of wanton need.

My marehood squelched loudly behind me, making me squeak with surprise and duck deeper beneath my cover. A few moments passed before I realized nothing had happened. I keep forgetting other ponies can’t hear anywhere near as well as I do, and what sounds like a catastrophic explosion to me is completely inaudible to them.

When I looked back over the grassy lip of dirt on the edge of the what field to look in on the action, he’d already mounted the massive melon and started slowly humping it, the initially measured and almost leisurely piston action of his hips bringing with it a steady trickle of fresh melon juice trickling down his dark brown applesack, and into the growing pool of sweet and sticky fluids beneath.

I had to bite into my grit-covered hoof to keep an empathetic moan escaping into the wild. While its juicy insides, warmed by the sun no doubt felt comfortable on his supple stallion flesh, no mere melon was going to have the sinew to resist the forces of such generous endowment for very long — even the fortified product of such a magically-gifted Earth Pony. With each unhurried but eviscerating thrust, his male vitality would slowly destroy the fruit from the inside as it carved the opening wider and wider.

My hind legs trembled with anticipation as Big Mac bucked his hips more vigorously now. He could sense he was getting close as the substitute mare beneath him began to gush more and more sugary sweetness into the field, muddying it with their combined essence. Deep cracks began to form in the melon’s striped skin that grew wider and wider as they gushed pink and strong. And yet, through it all, the stallion’s face was a mask of deep concentration; his jaw was set, eyes closed, the straw still dangling loosely from his lips.

The melon was quite the lover, even if it couldn’t repeat the feat or take action of its own. Its wetness filled the air with a satisfying squish that even the most excited filly couldn’t possibly match, and the intoxicating scent of sweet fruit and spicy stallion spunk was threatening to carry me over the edge of climax just witnessing it.

I groaned into my hoof as my ears began to tingle. It was self-torture tricking my body into thinking it was me up there, receiving the affection I craved. By great-grandma Rosa’s enormous ears, why couldn’t it be me being filled? Having my ears pleasured and carrying his seed in my belly? What could be better and more satisfying in life than being a humble watermelon?

Not my proudest thought, but one I must be truthful in reporting.

At last, the brute stallion finished ravishing his lover and with one final push, the melon erupted, fragrant creme bursting from the skin as it burst along its seams, spewing chunks of pink flesh and seeds in an arc of kinetic force that left Big Mac covered from head to hoof in melon juice.

He hadn’t made so much as a single grunt until he suddenly roared with savage satisfaction; the grass on his mouth fluttering slowly to the ground and he arched his back blissfully to sink his entire length into the ruined fruit as it all but exploded.

It was a magnificent show; one I could only barely restrain myself from bursting forth and openly applauding. And yet, he wasn’t done. Where I’d expected his stallionhood to be slowly softening after his flared head had burst the melon into smithereens, I could see him being brought to full erection once more. His seed-filled sac, so recently emptied, was already engorging and expanding once more before my very eyes.

He’s a super producer! I thought to myself, feeling more than a little faint. A stud, capable of producing as much seed as was necessary to impregnate all of his female partners in such a stallion-poor town. But there were no such mares to be found in this forsaken field.

All except for one.

And in that minute, in that very moment where time and the world itself seemed to stand still, she was the one who could satisfy him.

“I… oh no!” I whimpered as my vision began to swim. My fantasy had gone too far. With a muffled cry, I fired a jet of heated filly creme that struck my tail with enough force to sting the skin beneath it. “What the…?” Sensitive hearing or no, Big Mac heard me and trotted over to where I was concealed, swiftly finding me in a small shrub-shrouded rut from where I’d been watching him.

“Uh… hey there,” he said easily, even as looked straight at me with an almost pleading expression. His flushed face was an instant tell that he’d been surprised and embarrassed, but there was something else I couldn’t describe. “Are you lost? Can I help you with something, Miss?” Even as he asked it, I could sense that wasn’t what he wanted to say. He was trying to be polite and neighborly, but his own trembling form and throbbing phallus belied the tone of his words. Could it be that it was far more him than me that needed help just then?

“Big Mac? It’s Roseluck!” I said in an unnaturally high-pitched voice that gave lie to my forced casual tone. “F-from the flower shop! I… Well…” His erection was twitching now — fully firm and slapping against his powerful belly as he studied me, his applesack bulging bigger as I watched.

I thought about lying, I thought about apologizing, I thought about simply bolting. And yet, what came out of my muzzle were seven words that I realized instantly might lead me to ecstasy with this fine and fertile stallion followed by agony as his sister found us together and bucked me clear in the summerlands to join my beloved Rosa “I’m here to help you out today!”

“Help me!?” Big Mac looked uncomfortable enough to leap out of his furry skin if he could. He looked back as if in impulse towards someplace I couldn’t make out behind a line of trees. Was he expecting Applejack perhaps to emerge from behind them? “I mean, uh…” he seemed uncharacteristically flustered given how easygoing I knew he normally was.

“Of course!” I replied as diplomatically as I could, smiling politely as I sauntered up to him, swaying my hips from side to side, letting him take in the sight of my soft curves. “Sorry, I surprised you like that. That wasn’t very neighborly, was it? I just really appreciate having you as a neighbor and so I’m here to… you know… help out…”

“How?” he replied, in a far more characteristic one-word reply. No wonder Big Mac kept to himself so much; clearly, conversation wasn’t this stallion’s forte.

“Let me show you how!” I kissed him on the cheek and walked over to the remains of the exploded watermelon, the top of which now resembled a pink and white nest with a lump of spent seed perched atop the borehole serving as the egg. I turned back to face him, lofting my tail high in the air to give him a good look at the vastly superior option I had to offer. “May I clean this up for you, Big Mac?”

“Uh…” Big Mac seemed reluctant to answer but kept switching his gaze between me and the watermelon.

“It’s up to you!” I said encouragingly, taking pains to swish my tail and flutter my flanks at him. “If you’d rather just skip to having your way with me, that’s good too!”

I swore he urked! as he gave his belly a hard thwack with his swollen stallionhood; when I turned back to him I saw that his eyes, in true gentlecolt fashion, were fixed on mine. Was I coming on too strong for him? I couldn’t help but wonder.

“Eenope!” Big Mac shook his head vigorously, tossing his coltish-styled mane of straw-colored hair. “Umm…” Suddenly unable to speak, he pointed at the watermelon with a shaking hoof.

I understood instantly what he was unable to say. “You want me to clean that up first, don’t you?” I offered helpfully. “Not a problem!”

I bit down into the mound and took the whole ‘egg’ into my maw. The load was so massive my cheeks were puffing out in a most unladylike fashion and even as relatively inexperienced as I was back then, I knew I’d lost seduction points in my overeager execution. I couldn’t help it, though; the salty tang of his spunk mingling with the sweet nectar of the melon filled my whole mouth to the point I knew showing his load off to him was out of the question.

“Wow!” Big Macintosh rumbled low and slow in an awed basso profundo, starting to rock his hips again to the sight. “Don’t stop now…”

Not a problem, I thought as I swallowed it down. It was like drinking a very salty yogurt. “I knew you’d like that!”

A spot of precum appeared on the tip of Big Mac’s ‘Little Mac’.“Eeyup!” he replied, something like expectation in his eyes. But he just kept standing in place as I stood before him; his throbbing erection being denied its just dessert.

I did what he wanted. Why isn’t he moving to mount me? Is he waiting for a sign from the heavens? Come on, Mac! I screamed at him in my thoughts. I was sweating, thirsty and still suffering from a terminal lack of sex. This standoff had to end eventually! Okay, calm down, Rose. Use your head… That’s it!

I grinned wickedly at my own cunning: The perfect seduction technique handed down over generations to win the heart of any stallion. “You look like you could use something to… break the ice.”

“Maybe, Rosie. Or maybe… he’s just wondering why ya’ll didn’t ask for some apple cider!”

I spun around, my face a mask of terror as I started into the face of my eventual executioner. Standing as tall at the head as the tips of my ears, forged of sinew and as solid as stone, wearing a cowpony hat over her river of golden mane and sporting a grin of sheer smugness that would make me otherwise want to smack her if I knew it wouldn’t result in my instant demise.

“Applejack!” I clasped my forehooves together as I silently accepted my now-certain death, amazed I could face the end with such small talk mixed with brazen boasts. “What a surprise! You read my find, filly. Cider would be great! Or not. I know how popular that cider can be, am I right!?”

“Not as popular as my brother, eh Big Mac?” Applejack slipped her tail between his legs, tickling his throbbing erection as I watched in shock; doubly so when he whinnied in apparent approval. “But you’re right. ‘Fraid won’t have cider to sell for months now. But not to worry yer pretty little head — we got plenty of good ol’ fashioned apple juice!”

“Oh… Ohhh!” Have I mentioned Applejack is brutally honest by reputation? There was no mistaking it. AJ was taking every inch of her brother and loving it. And here I was moving in on her prize stud!

The implications of that terrified me more than anything else at that moment. “Uh, Applejack: Is it too late for me to start running?” I asked uselessly, knowing that even without her lasso, she could catch me effortlessly. “Or will you spare my life with offers of free flowers?”

Applejack narrowed her eyes in apparent disapproval. “Hmph! Now there ain’t no need for any of that talk, sugarcube. Reckon you got Mac all hot ‘n’ bothered on your own or else he would have told you to git by now. Ain’t that right, Mac?”

“Eeyep!” he said happily, his tongue hanging over his mouth and eyes unfocused as his own sister continued to stroke him.

A stay on my execution! “It’s true! I swear I just came here to ask for help with my wagon. It’s broken down out by the road. I came to get help and found…” I looked sympathetically at poor Big Mac’s Little Mac. “I had to help him, AJ. But… but I can’t seem to!”

Applejack laughed, tossing her cowboy hat over her head. I followed the path of the stetson as it wobbled unsteadily through the air, latching on to an old rusty nail sticking out of a nearby tree. Celestia, what a showoff! “Eh, ya don’t know Big Mac like I do. Ya’ll just got him jammed up is all.”

“Jammed up?” He was cumming quite happily into that watermelon when I found him!

“Yep! He must really think you’re something. Scared stiff! It ain’t yer fault, Rosie. The only way to get him limbered up is with a familiar pard’ner.” Applejack kissed his brother on the cheek and lowered her shoulders.

Big Mac wasted no time, mounting his sister. Satisfied, he bit down on the scruff of AJ’s neck and began thrusting his hips with ursa-like strength, filling the air with her maresong as his stallion spear struck deep.

“See? J’just nerves!” Applejack whinnied with each clap of her brother’s sack against her well-toned rump, her flushed face wearing an uncertain grin. “Mac is shy, see? But he opens right up, well… while he’s opening me up!” She has to raise her voice by several decibels to make herself heard over the squelching sounds of their familial bond.

I said nothing but could not look away. Every part of Applejack was quivering like a flan in the middle of an earthquake. Her teats, swinging like bladed booby traps that Daring Do had described in Auizotl’s Temple — yes, I really liked her books as a foal — looked sharp enough to cut glass as they trembled from each cosmic impact of Mac’s vital advance. The ground beneath them deformed slightly as Applejack’s shoes gouged themselves into the earth, drawing strength from its permanence as she ably supported the larger male’s muscular bulk.

My teeth clenched and the vestigial toes beneath my hoof tingled with excitement as the stoic mare absorbed foot after foot of Big Mac’s length, as thick as a filly’s leg. It was only then she saw something in my wonderstruck expression that brought a wild smile to her face. Or perhaps it was the stallion seed streaming from her nethers, forming a fragrant pool in the black soil below.

It was a violation of nature. A basic rejection of society’s standards. There wasn’t even any foreplay! It was sheer unbridled lust and biological imperative. Applejack wasn’t his lover, sister or even friend. She was a life-sized watermelon for him to enjoy but felt infinitely warmer and more cuddly. And better yet, was good for a lot more than one use!

It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen, and I will deny it in public for as long as I live. And when the sound and fury of two lusting bodies in coitus finally ended with a loud pop and draining and their combined love juices, I came out of my trance — my right forehoof saturated with floral scent. It was only then that I realized just why Applejack had been smiling, only able to smile awkwardly back as my marehood continued weeping my hidden shame.

“Thanks, sis…” Big Mac wasted no time diverting his attention to me. I squeaked playfully, moaning between giggles as he licked my ear, whether for my sake or his I could only ponder. Did this cowpony truly understand the intense sexual stimulation New Neighicans felt when their ears are touched?

I got my answer when he stopped feasting on my huge auricles long enough to straddle me, the full weight of his still considerably swollen sack, laden with musk and the Honeycrisp apple scent of his sister resting atop my muzzle; I twitched my nose as it soaked into my fur.

The tips of my ears, piercing erect at his rock-solid chest, gave slightly at the helix beneath his impressive barrel. I desired nothing more than to feel his powerful body pressed up against my inner ear and relaxed them enough that they splayed backwards. “So strong!” I moved my head slightly forward and back, grinding my ears into his abdomen, my eyes crossing from the sensation.

Even without ever having been with me before, he must have known what I liked well enough to begin to rock back and forth, his soft belly fur brushing along the entire length of my inner ear.

“Ahn~! Big Mac, don’t stop!” Through my ultra-sensitive ears alone, I could count the number of muscles in his chest, even feel his circulation pounding through his fur coat which caressed my ears like a mother’s womb. The scent of sweat, straw and apples mingled with my floral concoction flowing down my inner thighs. He could have carried me to climax with that alone had he continued. But like any stallion, he had his own needs.

He dragged the length of his erection across my head and let it slowly creep its way across my spine. I thanked Celestia for the blessing of being smaller than Applejack because it meant it wouldn’t have to bear his full weight as he thrust himself inside of me. I leaned forward and cocked my tail askew as he straddled me again, showing surprising gentleness as I led him down my garden path, breathing deeply to relax myself as I dilated.

He didn’t break through in the first try or even the second, so it was minutes before I could accommodate the overwhelming hugeness of his glans and suck it in fully. He was being too cautious so as not to hurt me, so I pushed back hard on his stallionhood, letting it slowly sink its way to the bottom. It was now up to him not to hurt me, with nearly half of his length still exposed to the warm summer day.

“Hafta say, you had me worried for a second, Rose!” I had completely forgotten Applejack was even standing there! “Not just any gal can fit Big Mac! Why, I bet he’d be hitched already if I wasn’t the only mare who could fit him!”

Right after she spoke, I heard a gentle thud against Big Mac’s backside. I guessed it was AJ’s stetson.

“Eeyup!” I felt the vibration caused by Big Mac’s voice all the way to the base of my teeth!

“It was my pleasure, Big Mac!” I tilted my head back and brushed my ears against his breastplate. He bent his head over enough to just reach their tips, which he nibbled affectionately.

“You done good, Rose. But you still have to let him finish! Then Ah reckon we can rustle up some grub for the two of you.” Applejack swatted Big Mac on the rear again, earning a whinny. “Alright, Mac. You got yer mount! Now giddy up!”

“Eep!” The sudden shock of pleasure caught me off guard as the well-lubricated stallion engine sprang to life, sending a fountain of spoor bursting forth from my feminine entrance with each thrust. As much as I tried to relax, I couldn’t unclench myself from him. There was nothing to it but allowing him to continue, slowly stretching me wider, making me his melon of choice.

“Thank you! Thank you!” I cried out blissfully as his pace quickened, the familiar sound of love pumping filling the air behind me. Love spatter covered my teats, thighs, and haunches, flowing fresh with each passing second. My head swam from the sensation of being filled utterly, pried wider than ever before and filled to the brim with the most magnificent stallion meat I’d ever known. And it had happened here, of all places, in the most male-poor area of Equestria!

“Coming… Mac!” I cried out.”

“Eeyup!” He grunted back at me, the flare engaging with the force of a Sonic Rainboom, piercing my womb fully and filling it as our combined lovesong rustled the trees all around us.

Applejack came into my line of sight, placing her stetson atop my head. “Not bad at all, Sugercube. This means yer an honorary Apple! And that also means you’ve earned yourself some cider!”

A loud pop and I felt Big Mac pull away, leaving a stream of stallion seed gushing out of me in his wake. I rolled over onto my back through the puddle of juices and reveled in the act of my latest victory. I’d had no business taking a stallion as huge as Big Mac, must less doing so in front of my assumed nemesis. But yet again, Great Grandma Rosa had been right — everything had turned out well!

And as far as Applejack sleeping with him? I could forgive it, so long as she could do the same for me.

“B-but I thought you said you were out of cider!” I said contentedly, my tail swaying from side to side above me.

“I said we didn’t have any to sell, sugarcube.” Applejack winked at me. “But we do have cider to give.”

“Oh…” And so they invited me inside for lunch. A couple of hours later I was back on the road, my wagon fixed and I was able to make my delivery, however late.

I suppose any good story deserves a moral lesson. And the lessons I have to teach are twofold: You can stretch a lot more than think for the stallion you love and you can always count on the kindness of your pony neighbors. But that doesn’t mean you should screw up and get caught!

“So in other words… Do as you say and not as you do, Mom?” Phoebe asked with a smirk.

“Er, something like that, dear,” I grinned sheepishly at my daughter. “Now you two get to sleep. To your bedroom, Cheron. And don't get lost along the way.”

Satisfied, my two foals had gotten the message, I went off to bed myself, planning my next entry carefully once I’d gotten this one down on paper I had an obligation to my husband to resolve the story of younger me at the Filly Funzone, and I wasn’t about to let my hubby down!