Glazed Filling

Mocha couldn’t believe how sore he was when he woke up, or maybe he could. Luckily he wasn’t pinned anymore, as Twilight was lying quietly next to him sleeping. He didn’t want to wake her and get punished, so he carefully slipped out of bed. Stumbling as he hit the floor, he staggered in the direction that he remembered a bathroom.

The treehouse bathroom was as simply put together as the rest of the, and not something he’d have expected from a goddess’s pupil. Then again, maybe this was part of her punishment. He briefly looked at his disheveled fur in the mirror before heading towards the shower, which itself was somehow made of treated, waterproof wood. Even the shower nozzle looked wooden.

At first he just turned on the warm water and let it flow over his tired body. As he cleared his mind, he felt the water soak into his fur, cleaning out the fluids that he was completely matted with by that point.

He didn’t realize that someone else had joined until a groggy looking Twilight pulled the curtain back, giving him a silent appraising look before sighing and stepping into the shower with him. Without a word, she moved to sit next to him, leaning against his back as he sat there on his haunches and draping her forelegs against him. It felt less like affection and more like he was a convenient object to prop on.

“I wanted to keep going until morning,” grunted Twilight softly as she felt the water too, more to herself than to Mocha. “Maybe I should send a letter to Princess Cadance for tips.“

Mocha had only seen the pink princess of lust from a distance. Like every male that lay eyes on her, his dick was pulsing at the sight, and the memory caused his shaft to harden slowly in the shower too. He bit his lip, turning his body so that Twilight wouldn’t notice.

“Mocha…” Twilight did, and her response was what he’d expected. “You can really get that thing up so early after everything I did to you? More reason to ask Cadance for tips I suppose.”

“Sorry,” Mocha finally spoke, pushing himself against her. He was too timid to be any more affectionate.

“Was that erection for me or Cadance?” Twilight teased. “Probably Cadance, given she’s literally enchanting to see. Even I get wet around her… Maybe I should introduce you sometime. You might even get private time in the love princess’s bed.”

“Maybe?” Mocha couldn’t help but fantasize about breeding the pink princess. As he did so, Twilight moved around to his front side, starting to soap herself up, but also intentionally grinding her hips against him so that he pulsed softly against her.

But then he remembered his encounter with the royal sisters. Cadance was a princess of the same type, and there were quite a few rumors about her. Twilight glanced back when she felt his body stiffen instead of his shaft, noting his expression changing from pleasure to worry.

“Yeah, about time you thought of that,” Twilight chuckled perceptively. “She’s broken almost every male that she’s taken to bed. I think only her Main Consort, my brother, has ever survived a go with her.”

“Your brother?” Mocha asked.

She pondered. “If Cadance was the one that broke your dick, I wouldn’t be the one to get in trouble for it.”

“E-he,” Mocha hoped that was a joke and that she wasn’t really plotting. He nervously took soap and started to wash himself as well, but kept on his haunches since Twilight seemed fond of teasing him with her posterior. He tried to stray towards information that might help him in the future. “So how does your brother survive her… affections?”

“Shining Armor is a natural at magic barriers,” Twilight explained with a hint of pride for her family. “He invented a spell to help him survive an alicorn’s strength and ‘needs’. Granted, that doesn’t mean he’d survive Daybreaker or Nightmare; I don’t think his barriers would block the heat or cold that their bodies emit.”

Huh. So in a way Mocha had outdone this barrier expert, if only by luck that they didn’t want to finish Mocha. “I probably wouldn’t mind meeting him… he doesn’t fuck ponies to death too right?”

“No,” laughed Twilight. She’d stopped intentionally rubbing against him as they washed next to each other, but seemed more cheerful than she’d been previously around him. “I think the two of you would get along; you’re both males that have had sex with alicorns and lived.”

The two took one final rinse under the shower, and Mocha stepped out first. He pulled a towel down and started to awkwardly dry himself off.

“I don’t know if that would be the best thing to bond over with my ‘brother-in-law’,” Mocha commented. “Though… I didn’t actually know you had one. Is he aware of your ‘situation’?”

“I told him,” Twilight said, getting out of the shower after him. “He thought I was joking.” She mocked her brother in a deeper voice. “A stallion trying to breed Princess Daybreaker’s prized student would be suicidal.”

Mocha could only laugh nervously at the comment. The jury was still out on if his situation was suicidal.

Mocha and Twilight headed downstairs, finding that Spike had cooked them a breakfast to get going. The small dragon had a heart-apron on and was sitting a couple slices of apple pie on a small table for them to eat. The smell reminded him of the apple orchard from the day before.

Having a seat, Mocha munched on the pie, feeling the sugary goodness give him some of his energy back.

“Everything ready for the day?” Twilight asked as she sat down and momentarily ignored Mocha.

“Well!” Spike pulled his notes out from some mysterious place behind him and tapped a pencil on them. “I found Lady Rarity’s shop and she looks forward to seeing you. I also found Fluttershy…” He sighed. “... who kept me up for the night to ask my life story as a dragon. She’s open to meeting you later on. Due to Fluttershy’s obsession with anything non-pony, I didn’t get around to finding Pinkie Pie, the one in charge of the festival decorations.”

“Well we know Rarity,” Twilight said with her muzzle full of pie. “We’ll head to see her first, then Fluttershy, then hopefully we’ll find Pinkie by then. Surely someone will have seen her if she’s decorating.”

As they headed towards Rarity’s shop, Spike hopped onto Mocha’s back without so much as a request. Mocha jerked and inwardly grumbled, but the small dragon wasn’t very heavy at least.

“So how’d it go last night?” Spike leaned forward to whisper to Mocha.

“Started fine,” Mocha chuckled nervously. “Though Twilight got a bit too determined and I’m honestly surprised I didn’t sustain any permanent injuries.”

“Hee, figured something like that would happen,” Spike giggled. “Twilight can never take things lying down, literally I guess in this case. I expected you’d be worse for wear despite all the decorations I put up to keep things calm. Good for you, bro!” The dragon thumbed-up at him.

Mocha didn’t comment on how he passed out when Twilight went completely fuck crazy on him, letting Spike give him more credit than he deserved. The dragon slipped off of him after a few moments and hopped over to his normal ride Twilight instead, who seemed to be used to it enough not to even notice.

When they neared Rarity’s shop Carousel Boutique, Mocha found it decorated as its namesake with replicas of carousel decorations around the perimeter. He could see designer clothes in the window, which he was surprised sold well in a place like Ponyville. They seemed more like something wealthy ponies in Canterlot would wear.

Just as they were about to enter however, he felt Twilight’s telekinesis grab him and yank him away from the door. For seemingly no reason, Twilight pulled Mocha and Spike with her to leap behind a bush and hide.

“What’s going on-” Mocha started only to have Twilight place a hoof against his muzzle to shush him.

Peering out with Twilight, Mocha saw the front door to the boutique open. There were a couple of ponies leaving the shop wearing dark glasses and scarves. They even had bags covering their cutie marks. Though they did their best to hide, Mocha suspected they were Canterlot nobles given the clothing they had were all signature stitched. The scarf was pretty popular in Canterlot right now.

“Hm,” Twilight said, tapping her chin as if taking in every detail, and it was likely that she realized at least as much as Mocha did.

Once they were a bit away, Twilight casually walked back out of the bush, giving Mocha and Spike a yank with her magic so that they stumbled out as well. This time she went to the door, opening it up to go inside. She seemed to forget about them briefly, letting the door close behind her, but Spike pushed it back open and held it for Mocha as the three entered the shop.

Inside, it appeared to be a custom clothing shop geared towards high class outfits, as Mocha suspected. In the middle of the shop was a white unicorn with purple mane and three blue gems as a cutie mark. She was just closing a long black curtain over a wall, but turned to see them when the doorbell rang.

“Ah Twilight,” Rarity looked pleased to see her, if surprised. “I haven’t seen you since my last Canterlot visit, I didn’t know if I’d ever see you in Ponyville.”

Twilight smiled politely, trotting over towards Rarity and exchanging a friendly hug. Mocha hung back with Spike, a little confused that Twilight knew anyone in Ponyville already. Either way, his eyes drifted instinctively to Rarity’s neck to see if she had a breeding collar, which she did, though there was something odd about the leather choker that he couldn’t quite place.

“Rarity has many dealings with Canterlot Nobility,” Twilight glanced back to Mocha to explain. “Including some of the more ‘out of sight’ interests if you will. Oh… and Rarity, this is Mocha Glaze.”

“Mocha is it?” Rarity eyed Mocha like he was a new dress she was appraising.

“She’s good at giving us gossip in Canterlot,” Spike added. “A lot of ponies are reluctant to talk to Twilight directly, so it helps to have contacts like her.”

“So in exchange for that info,” Mocha guessed. “Did she give you a fake collar so you won’t be claimed by some random stallion?”

Both mares blinked as they looked at Mocha, a little shocked that he figured it out.

“Ah,” Mocha chuckled nervously. “It’s just… the collar looks cheap compared to Twilight’s or the other stuff in here, like maybe you want to have it there but not draw too much attention to it either.”

“Twilight’s?” Rarity only then noticed Twilight had a collar on as well, her face going slack in shock. “Oh darling… I heard you got in trouble with Princess Daybreaker, but to be claimed by a stallion.” She added in a slightly exaggerated tone. “I don’t know whether to feel sorrier for you or the stallion.”

“Very funny,” sighed Twilight with a deadpan expression. “But yes, I’ve been claimed by Mocha here under threat of all the things the Princess can do to me.” She pointed a hoof at Mocha and he waved a hoof nervously.

“Hm,” Rarity adopted the appraising eye towards Mocha again, this time slowly walking around him as she did so. “You must be made of sterner stuff to have the Princess’s blessing to take Twilight to bed.”

“More of an ultimatum than a blessing,” Mocha admitted.

“He is sterner stuff though,” Twilight said, seeming to take a small amount of pride in him. “You know he survived a dip in both Nightmare and Daybreaker, briefly at least.”

“He what?” Rarity paused her stroll and then peered at Mocha again, seeming to pay more attention to his hindquarters than before.

“Anyway,” Twilight brought them back to the subject. “Yes, the collar is fake, I didn’t want one of the nobles claiming her and potentially losing a good source of information if they took up too much of her time.”

“And I do appreciate that, darling,” Rarity nodded to Twilight. “Though I’ve learned a few clients have been snooping, trying to find the stallion that claimed me to ‘barter’ for rights. The whole thing is so uncouth.”

As Rarity spoke, she casually felt Mocha’s chest fluff, then trailed one hoof down his side, curiously fluffing at his double tails. Mocha glanced at Twilight wondering if she’d be upset, but she continued the conversation as if it didn’t bother her.

“Yes, about that,” Twilight shuffled a hoof. “It will be harder for that to work now that Daybreaker kicked me out of my room at the palace. The collar’s spell will eventually fail and your traveling stallion cover will be blown. That’s probably why Mocha was able to tell it was fake just now.”

“Oh my, that is troubling,” Rarity agreed, but continued with Mocha, putting a hoof on his chest to coax him up to his haunches, looking over his front before her eyes settled upon his sheath.

“Oh not to worry,” Twilight said, standing and taking a bit of a stroll around Mocha herself. “We have an easy alternative plan, especially since you seem to be seconds from fondling my consort. If you mated with him and he claimed you too, the collar you got would be one crafted by Daybreaker herself. No one would even think about messing with or bartering for you once you had that on.”

Mocha stood there like an ornament while they talked about him, watching Rarity’s hoof as she casually placed it on his sheath and pulled his flesh back. He was already firming up so he spilled out quite easily.

“Well he is cute,” Rarity decided. “But I was really hoping not to ruin my figure with a pregnancy yet. Such a bother.”

“Oh not to worry,” Twilight assured. “I know a few tricks to keep us from getting pregnant until we want to.”

“Isn’t that kinda illegal now?” smirked Rarity, continuing to stroke at Mocha. She sat up on her haunches in front of him and moved both surprisingly soft hooves to gently stroke over his meat, feeling it grow erect against her.

“Well, consider it this way,” Twilight said. “Anyone that questions why we aren’t getting bigger bellies from Mocha bedding us will have to take their complaints to Princess Daybreaker, which they probably won’t be willing to. Anyway, she ordered me to bed Mocha, not get knocked up by him, so while I don’t suppose we can avoid reproducing forever, we at least have a couple years to break Mocha in once Daybreaker is satisfied with my punishment.”

“Break him in or break him?” Rarity purred slightly and winked at Mocha, sliding her hooves in circles around his now fully-hard shaft.

Mocha felt annoyed at how Twilight was using him despite him being a ‘punishment’ for her, though it was offset by Rarity’s skill with her hooves. It was a little awkward, since Mocha wasn’t exactly used to having mares fawn over him. He moved to stroke Rarity’s shoulder with one hoof, earning a glance from her, possibly a warning that he wasn’t as free to touch her as she was.

“I think Mocha feels left out of the conversation though,” Rarity suggested. “Why don’t you let me ‘negotiate’ with him alone.”

“Uh,” Mocha offered but was ignored.

“Certainly,” Twilight agreed as if it were a common business transaction “I still need to go and see about the festival preparations anyway.” She turned to Spike. “Come on Spike…”

“Right!” Spike said, tearing his eyes away from Rarity and Mocha and hopping towards the door to open it for Twilight. As he did, Rarity used her telekinesis to turn the sign outside from ‘open’ to ‘closed’.

“I’m going to go see Fluttershy about the festival music,” Twilight told Mocha as she trotted out the front door, followed quickly by Spike. “I’ll see you later if you survive this… which I’m sure you will, considering what you’ve been through.”

As the door closed behind them, Mocha heard it lock from Rarity’s magic. Rarity stood and began to circle him slowly once again, getting another good look. She paused on the other side, tugging him back into a standing position and fluffing his tails with her hooves, seeming to admire them before moving one hoof down to his sack, grappling his testicles back and forth as she mm-ed in appreciation. He stiffened then as he felt her head move beneath his tails and her tongue slide from the bottom of his balls almost to his pucker.

Finally she finished examining and moved back in front, facing him. She kept eyeing him like a piece of meat.

“You know,” Rarity offered. “I’m still on the fence about the idea of you breeding me, but you are cute and have a nice tool between your legs, nicer than most of the tiny noble peckers I’ve given a lick.”

“You do that often?” Mocha chuckled and scratched a hoof on his head. He let his firm shaft continue hanging beneath him. “Like for business deals?”

“Some,” Rarity tapped her chin. “I’ve serviced some stallions at the shop with my mouth to show off some of my products, but...”

As she trailed off, Rarity turned to face away, spreading her hind legs and swishing her tail out of the way to give Mocha his first proper look at her. She had the daintiest little slit, smooth and looking a lot less well-used than Mocha had expected from the friendly unicorn. He unconsciously licked his lips at the sight.”

“... I’ve never had someone here,” Rarity continued, patting her belly. “I have toys, but you’d be the first to sink your fleshy meat into this end.”

“Wow,” Mocha felt his shaft grow harder than when she was handling it before. “Well… I can promise a good time if you want to have a go, that’s for sure.”

“Well, darling,” Rarity turned again, reaching a hoof to stroke across his face affectionately. Her voice was becoming more sensual like sweet verbal candy. “I believe you’d be good to me, but I’d have to insist that my first time be done my way.”

“Oh, what do you have in mind?” Mocha asked. After all the things he’d seen mares do, he started to get a bit more nervous.

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t be too rough,” Rarity said as her horn glowed brightly.

Mocha heard something shifting behind him, rattling slightly, from the direction of the wall she’d been covering with a curtain when he first came in. Her expression devolved into a wicked smirk, reminding him a bit too much of Daybreaker’s as she’d been pinning him down before.

He froze up for a moment, and before he had the nerve to look behind him it was already too late. He felt metal clasps clamping around his hind legs, then another two around his front, attaching chains to each of his limbs as he suddenly had all four legs yanked out from beneath him.

Meanwhile…

Twilight headed down the road, Spike casually riding on her back as they went to their next meeting.

“Was it really a good idea to leave him alone with Rarity?” Spike asked, idly scritching Twilight’s shoulders.

“He’ll be fine,” Twilight answered confidently. “He’ll survive at least. You did the first time we let her play with you.”

“Eh-he,” Spike blushed at the memory of their first meeting. Much like Fluttershy, Rarity had been interested in a dragon since she’d never met one, but unlike Fluttershy was quite a bit flirtier about it. That was the first blowjob he’d ever gotten and it was amazing. The bindings and ball gag were less amazing though.

“Which way to Fluttershy’s?” Twilight prodded him from his memory with her magic poking at his cheek.

“Ah, that way,” Spike continued to blush as he pointed the way.

Rarity’s eagerness in dragging him all the way to her bedroom had surprised Mocha, and he feared resisting might get him in trouble with Twilight upon her return since she clearly wanted this to work. Now he was laying on Rarity’s plush four-post bed, complete with a top with pink curtains that had been pulled back.

All four legs were still chained, and he’d been stretched out across the bed on his back, each one tied to a different post. The chains were iron, definitely not made for gentle play. He had to wonder if she got them from some prison surplus.

The more pleasant part was Rarity on top of him, their muzzles together as they made out hotly, their tongues playing wetly together in one another’s mouths. Her hooves stroked up and down his body, brushing his solid shaft and balls from time to time but not giving them the play he desired as of yet.

The rather one-sided exchange lasted a few minutes before Rarity finally pulled herself away from him, gasping for breath. It was the first time Mocha was able to speak since he was pulled onto the bed.

“Are these chains really necessary?” Mocha asked. “Don’t you at least have some that are a bit more plush?”

Rarity ignored his pleas as she slowly slid down his body, lapping all the way down. She bathed his neck and chest in her saliva, all the way down to swirl her tongue into his navel before going further. He was painfully hard by the time she gave him a long lick from his balls to his tip, leaving a glistening trail of saliva.

“I won’t do anything too harmful to you, darling,” Rarity finally assured unconvincingly. “Now shush like a good colt.”

Mocha was so distracted that he hadn’t noticed her horn glowing again, not until he felt a ball gag stuffed into his muzzle and wrapped tightly around his head. It didn’t seem like he’d be getting any words in.

“Now just be quiet for now and enjoy my work,” Rarity told him. “Because you WILL enjoy it.”

Rarity turned her body around atop him, and he found himself facing her delicate slit as her tail flagged up into the air. He watched it wink, fluid drooling down her thighs, some dripping down and landing on the ball gag in his muzzle. He felt his arousal surge as it made its way down into his muzzle.

She brought her muzzle to his dick, kissing it softly, spending a moment to make out with his tip, swirling her tongue around the tip.

“I haven’t tasted mocha flavor in a while,” Rarity teased. “I wonder how all of you will taste.”

She opened her mouth so wide that he wondered if she could unhinge her jaw, taking half of his shaft into her throat in one gulp, lapping around his medial ridge. Her throat swallowed around the tip, showing no hint of a gag reflex in the process.

Mocha gave a muffled moan as several more drops of Rarity’s fluid sprinkled his face. She sucked down his cock fast and hard, her nose pressed firmly against his ball sack and her tongue lapped out to give them a lick. She pulled her head back violently and forced it back down again, her neck swelling with his girth as she moved. Her man bounced back and forth from the head thrashing as she put all of her energy into the movement.

There was no doubt she’d done this plenty before, certainly more than Twilight. Her oral skills left Twilight’s in the dust. After all the teasing earlier, there was no way that he could last long under such an onslaught of pleasure.

He arched his back and blew his load quickly, sending thick ropes of seed into her muzzle. As he watched, Rarity stood higher with the tip of his dick in her mouth, greedily drinking the cum from him like his cock was a straw. He could see her cheeks move slightly as she ran her tongue along the inside to smear her gums with the flavor, and she didn’t let a drop escape. He must have pumped almost a liter of seed into her.

Only after he’d stopped completely and she carefully lapped his tip clean did she let him free. Her cum vacuum of a muzzle panted lustfully, her breath flowing over his shaft.

“I’ve never drank so much seed,” Rarity gasped. “Not from a single orgasm at least. You really are a breeding stallion.”

Rarity didn’t let him go soft, enveloping his length in her magic and massaging him quickly back to erection as she affectionately lapped at his tip to make sure not a drop remained. It was so relaxing that once again he didn’t notice when she brought another toy into the picture.

It was some kind of latex sleeve or band, which she gently slid down his shaft. Once it was at the base, she roughly tightened it on his member, making him squirm on the bed and whimper. Another piece bundled around his balls, trapping them in another tight ring, completely binding his dick.

“This is one of the toys I sell here,” Rarity said, admiring her work. “Admittedly, I wasn’t able to break even with just clothing, so I added some things that ponies would like regardless of their class. You’d be surprised how popular they are.”

Rarity turned around, looking down at him with a smug wicked expression, drops of her eagerness left across his body as she moved.

“You see,” Rarity said. “While males are being made into breeders, there’s always been noble mares who enjoy giving their mates orgasm denial until they beg and cry.”

Rarity squatted over his shaft, still held tall with her magic, taking a moment to slide her wetness against the tip and allow fluid to drool down the pulsating flesh. She rotated her hips smoothly as she pushed downward, letting her glossy lips slowly slide down his length. The binding seemed to make him more sensitive, feeling her gliding over every curve as if in slow motion.

Though she was beautifully tight, she’d obviously played with toys enough to have no problem taking him. He writhed within his binding as she reached his base, her puffy nipples pressing against his belly as she took him all the way.

“Oh you’re going to my favorite of all the toys I play with,” Rarity moaned softly as she squirmed in return, shifting her hips back and forth. She leaned down slowly and whispered in his ear. “I hope you can hold on. I like to cum several times with my toys over several hours so don’t expect to be finished before I am.”

Mocha started to worry a bit. He imagined that repeated fuckings without being able to orgasm might actually be worse than if he was, and he started to pull on his chains with a lot more effort, causing the whole bed to rattle.

Rarity giggled in response, confident that the chains wouldn’t let him go anywhere. She started to move on his dick, slowly at first and then speeding up while she got used to him inside her. She started drooling onto his face, grasping her front hooves around his chest as her movements changed from slow strokes to outright bouncing on his dick, the loud slap almost drowning out his thoughts as the pleasure filled him.

Meanwhile…

Twilight and Spike sat on the couch in Fluttershy’s cottage, sipping tea as they talked with her, but the conversation had gone on a wide tangent from the festival music.

“There’s manticores,” Fluttershy was telling Twilight about some of the monsters in the Everfree Forest, which was practically in Fluttershy’s back yard. “Timberwolves, cockatrice, oh and even star spiders.”

“Interesting,” Twilight pondered, sipping her tea as Spike half-dozed next to her. “I definitely am interested in some of the more dangerous creatures. I’ve heard of all those save for the spiders.”

“They’re only out during part of the year,” Fluttershy said. “And usually only around the castle ruins deep in the forest.”

“Castle ruins?” Twilight perked her ears, definitely interested now.

“Indeed,” Fluttershy said, reaching over to gently pat Spike. “I’m not sure of their history, it could be an old mansion but it’s large enough to house dozens of ponies.”

“Oh…” Twilight blinked. “I wonder if that was where Daybreaker and Nightmare lived before they started ruling Equestria proper. They rarely talk about their old home, and I have to admit a forest full of life isn’t where I expected to find it. More likely a smoldering crater, I should think.”

“Well it is in pretty bad shape, given the sisters' history and the state of the ruins from the outside I could see them having been there for a time.” Fluttershy nodded.

Twilight glanced out of the window, seeing the position of the Sun and realizing that they had been chatting for a couple hours. While she needed to focus on festival prep, her talk with Fluttershy had been far more productive than she originally thought. Even if it took another few hours, it might be worth asking more about the beasts and ruins in the dangerous forest, not to mention finding any dangerous plants.

Rarity’s whole body shuddered as she climaxed on Mocha’s rod for the third time. Both their bodies were drenched in sweat as she bounced freely atop him, enjoying the sight of Mocha’s struggling as his dick twitched within her.

Each time she came, the next orgasm would take even longer, but it was the opposite for Mocha. His shaft pulsed more and more often, trying futilely to expel his seed as climax was repeatedly denied him. He tried to calm down but his balls ached in the worst way. He was unsure if he wouldn’t have rather it ended with one of the princesses than continue going through this sort of thing over and over again.

“Like ripe fruit,” Rarity slowed her pace only slightly as he reached back to place a hoof on his balls, rubbing them to feel them filled to the brim. “But I’m not ready to eat your fruit yet.”

With that, her horn glowed again and he saw something pulled from the nearby dresser out of one corner of his eye. His eyes focused back on Rarity as a long item hovered to her. His eyes widened as he realized it was a rather thick black dildo. Rarity licked what he imagined to be her favorite dildo, aside from Mocha at least.

“Your dick has been a better toy than this thing, I admit,” Rarity said. “But I was curious about a rumor I heard. It seems if you put enough pressure inside a stallion’s behind, his dick will actually get bigger.” She ran her tongue up and down the full length of the toy again. “I think this should help me decide if that rumor is true.”

Mocha had had enough at this point, using all his strength to pull on the restraints. They held tight as he felt the dildo rubbing at his ass and Rarity prepared to insert it. It didn’t seem like she was even going to bother lubricating it first.

The chains around Mocha’s limbs were made to withstand an Earth Pony’s strength, like any chain meant to hold an unwilling prisoner. However what the chains were connected to weren’t necessarily as strong, namely the frame of the bed. Each one had been tied to one of the bed poles.

Suddenly the crack of splintering wood filled the room as one of the poles snapped, the chain going slack as his leg pulled free. The others followed one after another, the top of the bed tumbling to one side, curtains and all crashing to the floor.

Rarity’s eyes widened in shock before, with a rattle of chains, Mocha rose and tackled her. A moment later she found herself on her back with a peeved looking Mocha pinning her to the bed. She arched her back, pussy convulsing as she actually creamed herself again from the sudden violence from her lover. Mocha moved one hoof behind his head to unlatch the gag, spitting it out to loop around her horn and hang there.

“Take the bindings off my dick, cock tease!” Mocha demanded.

Rarity shuddered, coming down off her sudden orgasm as she used her magic to unwrap the binding from Mocha’s shaft. He throbbed forcefully, drooling on her face now as he was released. His shaft, red with distress, only barely returned to its previous lighter shade. He had a lot of stress to get out.

Without delay Mocha rammed his shaft down into her, impaling her on the first shove, not stopping until their bellies smacked together hard enough to knock the breath out of her. He pummeled her with his hips, blurring with the rapid movement. Rarity found out just how overboard she went with him as he unleashed all his pent-up turbulence into her at once.

It took seconds before he blasted a new load of seed into her, puncturing through her cervix and drenching her womb in thick surges of spunk. As Rarity squealed, he continued moving his hips and pumping what felt like several of his previous loads into her. As her insides began to feel like a bloated balloon, her pussy overflowed, leaking cum onto the bed. Strings of fluid were splattered outward as he continued moving his hips.

There was a flash of energy around Rarity’s neck, and a collar began to appear, nearly identical to the one Twilight had been given. Finally after hours of delayed lust, she was his entirely. He had to admit, the anticipation made this orgasm the most intense he’d ever had, it might have even been worth the grief getting here.

It seemed like several minutes after the collar appeared before Mocha’s hips finally slowed to a stop before he collapsed atop the unicorn, their bodies sticking wetly together as they lay in a puddle of his seed. They panted together, if for different reasons, both trying to get their wind back to speak.

“I-I can’t believe you broke-,” Rarity attempted a serious complaint, but her words devolved into a long squeak of bliss as he suddenly yanked his shaft free from her. Her pussy poured cum out onto the bed from the backfill, and she gave up her complaint to collapse back onto the bed.

“I’ll get you a new bed later, or something,” Mocha muttered, looking down at his finally spent shaft. It was even brighter red from the sleeve and constant rutting.

He looked down at Rarity as he staggered to his hooves above her on the bed. The cum drenching her bottom half matched her fur well, making it look like she’d half-melted there in the bed, another gush of fluid slorping out of her to spread across the drenched mattress. There was an explosion of white, even out to the edges of the bed.

Mocha wasn’t really sure what to do at that point, so he slid off the bed. Since Rarity seemed near-comatose, he staggered across the room and towards where he’d seen a bathroom while being dragged back to her room before. He wiped himself down with one towel, then headed back, grabbing two more towels with each of his tails on his way out of the bathroom.

“Where does Fluttershy live?” Mocha asked Rarity as he tossed the two towels on either side of her.

Rarity finally snapped back to reality, moving her head so look at him upside down from the bed, giving him one more seductive wink even with his cum all over her. It felt like the fact that he was just leaving her to lay in his cum was even more of a turn-on for her.

“Out near the forest,” Rarity panted. “Take the road towards Everfree and you’ll find her cottage on a hill just outside the edge of it.

“Thanks,” Mocha started to sound more like his normal self. “I’ll be back later… about the bed.” Luckily the bed was still usable, other than the corner poles being snapped so the curtains around the top weren’t much use. It might even be repairable with Twilight’s magic or he could make her a new one as a gift of sorts. Actually they’d probably need her magic for the drenched mattress too.

Heading out of the parlor and making sure the door was locked behind him, Mocha quickly found the sign that pointed towards Everfree. He passed a good half-dozen danger signs warning him about going there before he reached the edge of the forest, spotting the quaint cottage on a hill just as he was told he would. He knocked on the door and waited.

“Oh um… hello,” said a shy-looking yellow pegasus with her pink mane over one eye, opening the door just a crack before greeting him. “M-may I help you?”

“You’re Fluttershy, right?” Mocha asked. “Is Twilight here? Or was she here?”

“Oh you must be Mocha,” Fluttershy nodded, opening the door the rest of the way. “She said you might stop by looking for her, she’s still here.”

“Hello Mocha,” Twilight came up from behind Fluttershy as Mocha came in, tilting her head. “I’m actually surprised you’re done with Rarity already.”

“It’s already evening,” Mocha pointed out, motioning to the window where they could see the setting Sun. “I’m actually surprised you’re still here. I expected to need to get directions to where you went next.”

“Oh… my…” Fluttershy seemed to just realize how late it had gotten herself.

“Oh my indeed,” Twilight indicated the same. “Sorry Mocha. We lost track of time chatting about the Everfree forest all afternoon. I guess we should go ahead and go as late as it’s getting.”

“I-I’m sorry I took up so much of your time,” Fluttershy said, looking at Mocha for a long moment, her eye that he could see seeming to explore him briefly. “I know. Why don’t I let you stay the night as an apology so you don’t have to walk home so late? I have plenty of vegetables for you.”

“Well,” Twilight considered for a moment, tilting her head the opposite direction. Mocha could almost see her mind ticking as if she plotted something briefly before adding. “I suppose that could work. Sure.”

Mocha was a little surprised at Twilight’s kindness of accepting the offer, and wondered if she was up to something.

“So where’s Spike?” Mocha asked as he slowly trotted further into the room.

Twilight pointed to a nearby window where Spike was snoozing like a cat on the window sill. It seemed that he’d already got a head start on their sleep.

Twilight must have not been in the mood for him again after last night, because she took Fluttershy’s guest bed alone while Mocha got to sleep on the couch. He wondered if that was another reason she wanted him to find other mares, so that she wouldn’t be expected to spend as much time with him. At least he was snoozing well after all the day’s activities and the big supper Fluttershy had fixed for them.

What he didn’t know was the form of a pony silently moving through the cottage from upstairs, quietly heading towards the couch where he lay. Getting close and peeking over the back of the couch, she moved around, licking her lips as she went. Moving her head downward, she brought her muzzle to his balls.