A Husbands Plight at Dusk
Written by Septia.
“Hello husband, I have returned home.”
You heard from the heard from the second floor of the castle, right as the window shut behind her. “Welcome home my Twilight, my sparkle,” I said and placed down the feather-duster by the cabinet, walking to meet her on the stairs, “how was the conference?” I asked, halting halfway up the steps when Twilight Strode into view.
-Bhuraaaaoogglsp- her lips expelled the gust of a belch rippling past her lips. As she folded up her wings I got a better view of the beanbag of a gut she sported, nestled up between her legs, a hoof-end from brushing against the ground.
“Extensive, as it should. Mediating relations may not be my forté, but I,” -Bhruaaalgp-, “appreciate the good it does.” -Ghrbrllgpghss- Her abdomen twitched, as she shifted the belly domed and swelled with a few vague humps. “Oh right, there is no need to prepare dinner for my sake, I had my fill whe-.” -Bhrruuhhooraraahrlp- Twilight formed and rolled the boisterous air with her maw, punctuated by a dash of spittle flicking from her teeth. “Excuse me, haven't had such a big meal for a few moons and after just two I Am practically a ponyphagia, hehe,” Twilight snickered and sauntered towards her bedroom. “Oh, but instead of dinner, there is another way you could help relieve me,” she said, peeking back at me over the velvet heart sculpted posterior. -Bgr-rlorghhgs- a rustle reverberated within its depths, “You see, I have been on my hooves and wings all day…”
~ 1 ~
My eyes laid glued on the rhythmic raise and dip of those marvellous purple buns, giving just a faint jostle at the end of each step. -Bnng-
“Phloem, by the bookshelf first, I wanna pick out something to lose myself in, don't mind being my hoof-stool, do you? Just for a bit, we'll get comfy in a blink.”
“Sweetie star, I,” I said as I crouched own, scotching up behind her on the varied floor, “I could stay here foghor agaa... aa... f-for the rest of the day.” From this angle I got a closer view of the stomach, there were budging impressions here or there, though languid far past any point of resistance. Twilight snickered.
“Oh you,” She said, swiping her tail across my chin as she raised her cheeks -Chfft- in a brush against my face, for a moment grazing me with the silken coat hosting bags worth of plumpness. After a moment suspended above me, it descended.
-Chfffmtwp- The cheeks cleaved and -Cncngt- hugged around my muzzle, a lukewarm mould bulldozing over my features to sculpt into a mould of the flank fat. The cheeks brushed -Sffhst- back just before my ears, each twitch of them patting in against the reservoir of flank fat.
“Yoummfs, hold still, I haven't gotten comfy yet, just yo tickle me with those ears of yours?”
“Sorry s-star, I am sure I'll find some way to make it up to you.” I said, muffled by the hold of the buns, wedging my muzzle just a touch deeper to -smmmclffth- plant a smooch against a tucked away spot on her cheek. -slflpfs- -flsprths- I realised how many patches of dampened fur laid nestled with me in their clutches, patches of musk of petrichor and salt daubing into my face.
“Oh S-star, while I appreciate your mfmsp… ooof…” she huffed as a -chfllprprths- spiral of gurgles wound down her bowels. I felt the cheeks rouse as the pressure mounted before me, cheeks compacting to my coat before… -Ppffrrrrblwwthttlststh- her bud blossomed with a bout of raw guttural fog, the pressure oscillating the cheeks as that flood of vapours threw my mane back to sail under the humid path soaking and caressing through my coat. The air in the clutched cheeks growing rich of cured beef buried in the loam of a carrot field after rainfall. A tart, inviting musk I recognized as the result of churning up some of her dear subjects.
“Phoo, aaah that is a relief. These ponies have been couped up in there a while, if not already apparent back there. Where was I. Oh, I couldn't let you do that, imagine the strain on your back in this position, lodged beneath this impressive asset, though, it is.”
“Mmfss, mmpfhaa, haa,” I huffed out, and reached up my hooves up to brush along her thighs and up the smooth globes of her rear. I would bear mfms, any day,” I said, mellowing in the lingering fumes.
“While I don't doubt that, I would imagine once my digestion and assimilation has completed, my flank should be about…,” Twilight hummed as her horn sparked a glow, surrounding her cheeks and clouding my vision in rosy mauve light, “this big.”
-Bhhwwowomnngbpth- In an instance, and with the swelling beat of a base drum, I felt my whole head engulfed in the eruption of her plot padding. Her hind inflated with plush, weighty bulk swathing and burying all the way around me, -cshstpsth hearing and feeling the droves of rapidly expanding blubber enclose around my neck and seal me in a magically enhanced cocoon of flashcube.
“Mmfspf, fmpwfhhg,” I shuddered, my hooves clutching to the her, though my back was quivering, and my grasp -chhsfft- sank into the expanse of swollen mare muffling me. “Mmfms, ooh Sp-spark h-how muchmmfs, more have you cooked up for me in there~.” I huffed, quivering at the thought of how much fumes would be behind this expanse of an ass.
“Enough to sit back comfortably with a good book for a mm, long,” she said whilst gyrating her buns back over me, the blubber warping and moulding in as the dunes of flab ground in the air of sweat against my face, “Though until we are comfy, this preview will have to suffice, ooh… She said rubbing her rumbling gut, “these really have my whole alimentary canal congested, fmpfh…” She huffed, as her hind rustled around me, …
-Bbfpppwrrrrrllpfhfffllspthflflff…- The blast of smog flushed through her pucker ahead, the onslaught of air thick enough that I felt my muzzle diving intoand hitting a stream, condensed steam drooping of marred sinew and brine cascading over me -Ffrrrlrlpffff- … - and as the gas chain held steady, the magically infused blubber receded, deflating as she expelled the airated reek siphoned straight through her crack, farting out the envisioned gains point-blank, heating my muzzle in the river of pure yellow fog, and internally through my rosy fluster -fflrprbbttttth-.
“Phaaa, Ooofhs, aa... have to admit, that is an effective way to deflate magical enhancements, though it almost stews you a bit quick for my tastes,” Twilight said and reached back to -Gbgghs- -Gllgbgbsh- knead her cheek back against my face. “Ooh, this one looks good, she said and levitated down a book.
“Pha apshaa,”
“Star? Are you alright back, there?"
“Pha haa... Earth pony and, unifffm, a unicorn?”
“Ooh sorry, pegasi and unicorn, actually, seems you could use some more practice,” -cththwptos- a suction with a dash of moisture suckled through as she withdrew her cheeks, and then- bumped them against my side, “when we get comfy in the couch.
~ 2 ~
“Mfms, alright, ready when- fmmpghfmpfw.” The deluge of plush booty muffled me as Twilight's veil of mare-mounds encapsulated my muzzle, lounging her rear back over my face as the blubber crinkled and creaked like a slug traversing a window -Fllgprrshhs- the brine matted felt coat swallowing me up in the still reeking clutches, as Twiligh sloughed back into the seating, and her churning gut -Slgpghs- pinning down my lower barrel.
“What was that? I assumed you would be ready, I couldn't help start on the book,” Twilight said outside, -Cmmff- -Mfpfsghs- her cheeks mushed and wedging back as comfy until my head -Smmspth- slotted in just a tongue brush from that rugouse violet chute ahead of me.
“Mwmmfg,” I mumbled and smooched into her crack, s-suckling in a bit of her plumpness against my lips and -ssllrrhrtp- lapping it with my tongue before transition to -shwrlrlprft- slather a whole stroke of my saliva against the brine seasoned mare’s rump.
“Mfmmfs, oo sm, just a bit further in, aaah I missed your tongue exploring my stinky sulfur mines,” Twilight teased and jutted her buns back over my head -sbbgtsh- brushing up against my ears.
“Mfmf, hmfms.” She huffed, and I felt the pucker ripple under my tongue. -Phhrrvvrrrlwlossthtort- A torrent of the bowel baked fumes egressed through the fluttering hind-hams, as my muzzle was smothered in an air of beef fermenting in a vat of old taffy. Her bun’s hilltop- -Twmtp- Tltpst- fluttered to the point of clapping into my face, bouncing against me from cheek to cheek like her butt cheeks were playing tennis with my face — until the pucker gaped wider to unleash -Sllgpggths- a raw, plumping cloud of gutter miasma, condensed and contained between the cheeks to trap me in the colon generated heat.
-Ccffth- -Mmffg- -Cffmgs- As she let out the onslaught of gas I felt how her cheeks shifted. The droves of blubber crawling down my face with a faint creacking of rubber -Crrnnfnfsg- the flanks gradually sloughing further to encase my ears with hot layers of fresh flank fat, cooked and brewed from the pony paste -Sglghbrhgs- churning within her tummy on my lap.
“Hmm, Star, sweetie, how would you describe the smell of my flatulence today?” -Phrrllflpffbth- -Fllfpthtsb- a few burbling clouds of the noxious exhaust from the tumultuous hind globes.
“Puffs mpfha phaaa, a l-lithg velp?”
She reached and pried apart a cheek, giving me to room to breathe, though the circulating clean air was a shock to my lungs. “Mmfpa haa. Augh… They smell like hard candies of jammed lavender.”
-Sfmmfpsthc- the cheek was realsed to clap back into my face, slapping me with its sluggish bulk and sculpting down like a wad of clay to keep me in place. “Highly improbably,” she said patting her cheek, shuffling her flank back in my face so it jostled -Scmmgs- with the motion of a dancing jellyfish.
“Considering the high concentrate of methyl mercaptan and hydrogen sulfide that comes from decomposing equines, the closest it could come to lavender is, well, compost. Though an intriguing observation for certain, perhaps you can sniff out the cause.” She said and coughed into her hoof, straining herself and pinching her eyes shut. “mmpfs…” -Bhruaaaaghsplp- she heaved out a flood of throatal miasma and covered her maw. “Excuse me, I hadn't expected an eructation at this point, most of the vapours should be concentrated in my underside, as you might have felt, and it is warming up my flanks so hot and comfy, mm, especially plastered over your face, lets try that again.”
-Fmmfpfbrrhrrsth- a cloud of the rank air rustled through the pucker with a -Fllfprrrshts- broiling of a thick syrup, the embouchure of Twilight's brim clapping and billowing with the storming boil of caramel -cllprfhlfphtpsbfthts- “mmf mf…” I mumbled under the warm bubbling of Twilight's miasma, the cheeks sinking back to suction out every breath of air, and once more rousing heat down my lungs with the raw pungency -Ffffst- seeping through her pucker. I kept my hooves wrapped around her hind, gently fondling the scoops of doughy flab I could grasp beneath her. I listened to her soft coo’s and focused on the areas of her pudgy posterior that gave her the most comfort, plumbing my hooves after those pensive patches of chub and wringing into it with warm, swirling kneads and plies. -Cllflfhs- -Ghgbgs- -crrnsch- Gradually, I felt her blubber distending, filling and sprawling its bulky mass to entomb my features. -Fbrrfppfpfssssth- only the guttural whistles of her briny colon breath gave my coat a break from the seal of blubber. Whipping back my mane and saturating the air surrounding us in a cloak of the humid stench-scape. And all throughout, the weight was pressing harder. I could feel the brush of her flak packing on padding, feeling my neck gradually clutched once more in the curling hold of the gratuitous, shapely ass. It swelled to fit the proportion from before. Though, earlier, the sense of magic laid ingrained in the fat, and it had clasped into me with both the jiggle and texture of a pair off obese jellyfish flanking me on both ends. Though now, the bulk warped in over my neck, formfitting flat back into the couch behind me, heavy in a tangible, tactile sense, jostling with the ballast of silken smooth sacks stuffed to the brim with demud, laying dense against my face. And, in a sense, I supposed that was quite accurate. My sweet Twilight digesting these lucky subjects into sludge, and from them forging some fluffy rump plump, and -Bbfrrlpdddtht- emissions of boisterous stench combing in its character, moisture and heat into my coat, nursing my lungs on the gaseous nectar. “Mfmf. Fmmsg… msfs.” I gave off a few soothing mumbles, smooching, wiggling and massaging my body into her hind, as her relaxation in turn infected me, making my eyelids heavy.
~ 3 ~
“Mm hmm, hmm mm, ah, that could be the cause, Star could you verify-… huh? Ooouh.” Twilight said, and lifted up her rear -Cllpfrrsths- detaching from Star's sweat smeared face with a crinkling of ripened custard clinging to a bowl. “Is sleeping? But it is barely-” She said, and glanced out the window at Luna's moon high in a sky full of stars. “Wha, that would explain it,” she said, and lifted her cheek, shuffled off the couch, peered back at the protruding, bulbous muffin top filling out her overhanging bottom. “Even surpassing estimations, must be cause of your help, sweet Star dear,” she said to the snoozing stallion. She peered back at her hind, then to the bed, then shook her head, climbing back onto the couch. She levitated the blanket over them, snuggling up in the bedroom turned methane rich sauna by the lingering salty clouds of pony fuelled gutter mists.
