Luster looked up from the book he'd been reading with an annoyed frown. The two mares who'd set up their towel and umbrella near his own on the beach were being a little loud. Couldn't they see he was reading...?
The grey-coated, blue-eyed unicorn sighed heavily as he levitated his bookmark into place, closing his book with a muted thump. Hassling them wasn't worth the effort, not when he was in such a relaxed mood...
Rolling his eyes, he decided a stroll along the beachfront might do him some good. Leaving his book, towel, and umbrella behind without fear of theft - a rare occurrence in pony society, after all - he got up and began his relaxing walk, the two chatty mares shooting him flirtatious smiles as they practically humped him with their eyes. It made him more than a little uncomfortable, but he shook it off.
Trotting along the path, Luster smiled beatifically as he was reminded of what drew him to move to this small seaside town in the first place. Jubilant shouts of competition echoed from two trios playing buckball on the sand, their hooves flailing puffs of sand into the crisp oceanside air as the six ponies scrambled for the buckball. An orange unicorn stallion paid a white pegasus mare for her sweet, chilling, summery treats at her ice-cream cart, the two of them chatting amicably. Perhaps a bit too amicably, if the way they were moving closer to one another was any indication...but it wasn't really his business.
None of his new neighbors were familiar to him, of course, but he still found the casual displays of camaraderie and friendship heartening to watch as he strode past them. This particular beach was a short trot away from his new place, a lovely beachfront property that he'd paid a healthy amount of bits for. The 'no foals on weekends' policy was a little odd given how colts and fillies usually loved going to the beach, but with him being new in town, he wasn't one to judge their odd restrictions. It did make the beach a lot more of a relaxing place without having the distraction of screaming foals running about...although, clearly, there was no accounting for hollering adults.
He was broken from his thoughts by the sound of a squealing moan and deep, masculine groan from behind him. Turning to look at the odd disturbance, a riotous blush lit Luster's face as his eyes widened in shock, his jaw going slack as he stared like a deer in the headlights.
The ice-cream cart jostled and rattled on its wheels, in time with the unicorn customer's deep, ball-slapping thrusts into the squealing merchant's shuddering, rippling depths. Her plush, pale-grey marehood strained visibly from the impressive dark-orange horsecock the stallion was vigorously rutting her taut pegasus pussy with, as his heavy nuts slapped meatily against her plump teats. Their prior transaction laid forgotten on the counter, ice cream melting into a sticky puddle around the bits he'd given her - not that either of them seemed to be very aware of the surroundings, far too focused on one another rather than the fact they were rutting in public!
"Mmf, yes~! Fuck me hard, sir!" She squeaked with overwhelming desire, her stiff wings knocking things off of the cart and onto the ground as she made it plainly obvious to anypony watching that she didn't even know the name of the stallion currently screwing her brains out.
It was like a horrible flight accident to Luster - it was so unbelievably mortifying that he felt compelled to look away, but he was too brain-blanked by the spectacle of it to even consider blinking, let alone leaving.
Her sundae cutie mark and taut, pale flanks rippled with each crash of his underbelly against her, her neapolitan-colored tail flicking about like a mare in heat as her customer gave her the fucking of a lifetime. Her forehooves twitched fitfully as she held onto the far edge of the cart for dear life; anything to keep herself in place as the glorious alpha stud that was railing her out kept doing what he was doing! They were no longer seller and customer - they were mare and stallion, performing their sacred duty of propagating equine civilization proudly and for all to see.
The frequency and volume of their moans began to build as the stallion traded speed for power, his broad flare shoving against her unyielding cervix like a battering ram as the force of his thrusts lifted her rear end up into his crotch. Any semblance of coherent thought from the mare dissolved into drooling babble as her unfocused eyes crossed, stars filling her vision with each brutal slam as that deliriously pleasurable pain assaulted her.
With a strangled, gasping moan that petered out into an open-mouthed squeak, the mare's entire body shuddered as it locked solid - the ecstasy of climax, her just reward for taking such a vigorous and thorough breeding, slammed into her like a tsunami on the beach.
Luster could only imagine what the other stallion must've felt in that moment — but he was given a rather generous clue as a loud, huffing whinny blasted hotly from his nostrils, his teeth gritting in exertion as his flare widened to lock him into his mate. Luster spectated in disbelieving awe as the mare's womb bloated out against the countertop with each spurt of the stallion's thick essence into her, the pressure of his orgasm finally overwhelming the seal of his flare as it met the resistance of the hard surface beneath them, in glorious arcing splurts of their mixed climaxes that splattered thickly to the ground behind them.
After a few moments of heavy panting, the new couple seemed to finally notice their statue-like spectator, both of them giving him casual - and worryingly lecherous - smiles.
"Hey, you want next?" The stallion addressed him, as casually as one might ask about the weather — even as his length slipped from between the mare's flushed, cum-splattered flanks with a messy shplorp and a splatter of their mixed sexual fluids onto the pathway and down the side of the cart.
"I've got room for more cream, if ya don't mind churnin' what's already in there~" The pegasus purred, her pretty turquoise eyes starting deliriously at him with a fucked-silly expression on her face as she drooled into the pile of money and melted ice-cream on top of her cart, her flanks wiggling invitingly behind her.
"I-I...I need to go!" Luster exclaimed awkwardly, turning and walking in a fast trot back towards where his belongings were.
"S'all good, dude!" The stallion answered with a distant yell, grunting as he slammed himself home in his nameless paramour — refractory period be damned, he seemed hellbent on churning that mare's entire body into cream, if the way she was moaning and whimpering was any indication. As Luster hastily fled the scene, he failed to notice the hazy pink mist that surrounded the couple, even as it crept across the shore and began to envelop the other beachgoers...
Much to Luster's chagrin, the six buckball players he'd passed by earlier were not immune to the effects of whatever craze was spreading across the beach. The buckball lay forgotten in the sand as the players threw aside their competitive differences, devolving into a quivering, orgiastic pile of flesh and desire.
The blue team's beige-coated, green-maned unicorn mare lay at the mercy of the red team's erotic 'offense', hooves quivering and horn shining like a beacon as the blue team's yellow pegasus mare held nothing back. Between her quivering thighs, she slurped at the prone unicorn's folds like she'd found fresh water in a desert, her movements, frenetic, uncoordinated, and purely instinctual in their greedy quest for more. Thick strands of the unicorn's femcum stretched from the pegasus's maw to the folds before her whenever she pulled back to take a breath, a testament to her oral prowess—or maybe it was just that the unicorn was riding on such a high from whatever had taken hold of the beachgoers that anything would've gotten her off. It was hard to tell at this point...not that they cared either way!
Opposite the vigorous slit-slurping between the unicorn's thighs, a grey-skinned, orange-maned futa sharkmare humped at the unicorn's overworked muzzle like it was their last day on Equus, her toothy maw glinting in the sun as she gritted her teeth in exertion. Each firm, bone-jarring thrust she made caused the poor mare to shudder and gag beneath her as every imposing inch of that hefty, tapered sharkcock pistoned ceaselessly into her throat...but considering how her quivering depths were flooding the maw of the pegasus eating her out, the rough treatment seemed to be getting her off more than ever.
It was so unexpected, so raw, and so visceral that Luster found himself staring, despite the burgeoning feeling of horror and disgust that was welling within him. His eyes traced the unicorn's prone form while she was relentlessly used by the opposition, unable to look away from the debauched spectacle. Her slender throat bulged obscenely around the sharkpony's length, cheeks streaked with involuntary tears as whatever was left of her gag reflex was utterly decimated by the ribbed protrusions that rhythmically popped past her lips.
"Mmh, buck yeah..." The sharkpony swore, her forehooves tightening their grip on the unicorn mare's head as her thrusting deepened. "Take it all! This is what you really wanted, isn't it, you slutty little 'corn? Don't think I didn't see you eyeing me during the game. You—mmf—you don't care about buckball, you just want my balls, right?"
In response, the subservient pony's tongue slithered out of her maw, nestling itself between the shark's heavy, soft-scaled orbs as it slickened that devilishly sensitive spot with spit and pre. The sharkpony cursed under her breath as that dextrous muscle massaged her weak spot, her nuts clenching and churning ominously as the attention sent them into overdrive. Her eyes crossed as her grip held the mare firm, stuck as deeply as she could reach as she felt herself start to flare in the other mare's throat, her orbs shuddering ominously. "Damn, you must really want every last drop~"
Squeaking and shuddering as the pegasus between her thighs brought her to another moaning, leg-quaking climax with little effort, the vibration around the shark's length finally drove her over the edge, grunting as her length bucked, twitched, and finally unloaded deep down her partner's throat.
Each hot, salty pulse of sharkpony seed visibly bulged out the submissive mare's esophagus, her eyelids fluttering as her blushing cheeks also swelled with the excess. The shark's hips bucked into her face, that instinctual desire driving her deeper even as the force caused a thick splatter to erupt past the soft pair of lips wrapped around that hefty maremeat.
Luster's eyes widened as the two ponies reached climax, the loudness of their moans drawing him out of the slack-jawed trance he'd found himself in. 'W-what the hay am I still doing here? I need to leave...' And yet, no matter how much his mind told his body to move, his legs weren't listening.
As the sharkpony's grunting and thrusting slowed to a standstill, she let out a hefty sigh of relief, patting her cocksleeve on the head with a patronizing hoof as she began to pull out. With a sucking pop, the futa's length freed itself, a waterfall of seed splattering the unicorn's chin and neck before pattering onto the sand below. That imposing, cum- and spit-slathered length still twitched with vigor despite having just emptied itself into a pony's throat moments prior, its wielder gripping it around the base and hefting it into the unicorn's cheek a couple of times with meaty smacks.
As the shark-mare surveyed her surroundings for her next ~~prey~~ partner, she finally locked eyes with Luster, the transfixed stallion who'd been her impromptu audience this entire time. "Like what you see, dude? Maybe you wanna get over here and show me some appreciation for that free show I just gave you?" Bucking her hips, her length slapped boorishly into her underbelly, twitching as it splattered gouts of pre into the sand beneath her. "This slut's head game got me raring to go, and I could use a nice, tight hole to unload into, y'know?" Winking at him, she grinned slyly as she added, "so what'll it be...throat or ass~?"
"W-well, you see, I, uhh..." Luster stuttered, attempting to maintain eye contact with the mare even as his eyes betrayed him with wayward glances towards her underbelly, conflicting and utterly unfamiliar feelings rising within him as his mouth flopped like a fish.
Holding up a placating hoof, the sharkmare interrupted him. "Hey, no worries. I've got plenty of pussy ready and willing over here even if you aren't down to get fucked...or if you'd like to watch some more, I could give ya an even better show with this cutie right here..."
Nipping the freshly-facefucked unicorn on the flank, he heard a small 'eep' from the mare as the frisky futa mounted her with experienced eagerness.
Broken from his enraptured stare by his one-sided conversation with the sharkpony, Luster opted not to stick around near the buckball area long enough to watch the poor mare get skewered, nor was he interested in checking the other side of the field. Ignoring the eager catcalls of a multitude of mares (and stallions!) who attempted to approach him through the spreading pink haze, he galloped into the first bit of shelter he could find—the shower building.
As he crossed through the entryway, his ears were bombarded by the symphony of sex that surrounded him, echoing loudly through the halls from both the male and female portions of the building.
'By the Sun and Moon, what the buck is going on with these ponies?' he asked himself in utter disbelief. Was this some sort of hormonal dream he'd nodded off into while lying on the beach? Or some sort of subconscious expression of his suppressed sexuality?
The loud, pained shrieks of a mare from within the male showers quickly caught his attention—if someone was really being hurt or taken advantage of in the midst of this sexual madness, he should help put a stop to it!
At first, it was tough to determine the source of the pained screaming, amidst the dizzying cacophony of other erotic slurps, slaps, moans, and groans that echoed through the crowded building. Every room he passed was filled with erotic, hedonistic displays of mass pleasure, like something out of a history textbook on ancient Equestria. Nor was it limited to ponies, either—reformed changelings were a frequent appearance, overwhelming their ability to absorb love to the point that they were visibly bloated with the stuff. Although, much of that bloating might also have been from the multitude of partners that many of them had already indulged in; their increased sensitivity to emotions meant that whatever this pink mist was, it was hitting the changelings at least ten times harder than it was any of the other species present. Their blank eyes glowed bright pink from the excess magic that utterly soaked them. One thing was for sure—whoever the queen of these changelings was, she was going to be a very happy queen indeed...
Many changeling drones stood face-down ass-up in expanding puddles of seed, fucked into an immobile, trembling stupor as every male and futa in the vicinity took turns draining themselves into the catatonic, overfed participants.
It wasn't like their predicament differed from any of the other females he saw, though—even the less dominant dickmares found themselves becoming the middle of a fucked-silly sandwich, their underused depths claimed, plumbed, and plowed by others who simply couldn't wait their turn for a female, even as the futas used their own unique gifts to claim a mare for themselves.
"I'm gonna make you my personal breeding hen, little pony!" A male voice bellowed further down the halls, drawing Luster's attention deeper into the building. A griffon rooster, if he had to guess, judging by the vocabulary.
The scene that Luster walked in on was nothing short of mindboggling—like somepony's wildest, most debauched fantasies come to life.
Whump. "Ah! Y-yeah, Master! Do it!" Whump. "B-bucking use me like the—" Whump. "Eeeauugh!—griffon-loving whore I am!" The submissive mare screamed out between each of the griffon's ponderous, deep thrusts, making Luster recoil in shock. How could this mare demean herself so openly? Was this rooster really so talented at bending ponies to his will that he'd already managed to corner this mare in the showers and break her, or was something else going on?
It was difficult to hold a thought together amidst the medley of erotic sounds that muddled his thinking, the most ever-present among them being the loud whump of fur-on-fur contact that heralded each of the griffon's titanic thrusts into his eager little pony plaything. There was at least one part of this griffon that happened to be good at bending ponies, a fact which he was all-too-eager to demonstrate.
The griffon male's endowment was terrifying in both design and scale; a series of fleshy, firm barbs lined the underside of his length, purpose-built to dig him as deep into his mate's depths as he could manage and keep him there, under threat of pain from the furrows that he would surely scrape into any female he tried to pull out of before releasing his undoubtedly massive load inside of them.
As if that one terrifying aspect of his equipment wasn't enough, that deep-red length was also adorned with a humongous knot at its base, the mare's thoroughly-claimed cunt reddened and strained from the interspecies intrusion even though each thrust only barely teased its beginning past her lips. It was obvious that her body would not, could not possibly permit any more griffon cock inside, but the rooster was clearly intent on trying anyway!
And yet, despite the rough way in which he claimed her, she appeared to be so accustomed to the roughness that she was positively gushing his praises, both verbally and physically. Her juices splattered to the tiles with each inward thrust, eyes rolling in her head as her ears flip-flopped and her hooves kicked aimlessly at nothing, left to dangle like a ragdoll as the griff pinned her to the wall with nothing but his prodigious pussy-destroyer.
She was so blissed-out that she was no longer even conceptually aware of her surroundings; her eyes gazed not at him but through him, achieving some kind of out-of-body nirvana while that massive predator used her as if she were little more than a warm hole for his pleasures.
Each thrust was punctuated by an odd growl-chirp from the griffon's beak, his breaths husky and unmeasured as he began to lose control of himself even further. His massive nuts, furred and heaving, swung into her teats with each thrust, while a visible outline of his cock bulged out her belly to an alarming, impossible degree, each and every one of his barbs countable from outside as he ground his pointed tip into her deepest, once-sacred reaches.
The griffon's strained breathing and firmly clenched beak told a story that was already obvious—she had to be impossibly tight due to their difference in size, and it must've been taking all of his remaining control not to accidentally 'break' his toy.
The mare, on the other hand, was too far gone to even care for her own safety any longer. Her depths fluttered and clenched around him as best they could in their strained state, milking his massive length deeper as her rear half bucked back into his. Her reddened flanks crashed against him with mindless, animalistic fervor, her cutie marks jiggling with each body-straining insertion as their cries began to crescendo, neither of them able to speak any longer.
Against all odds, his vast knot found its way past her lips from her own urging motions, slipping into her with a loud shplop as she jerked and seized in his grip like a pony possessed. A lion's roar, mixed with an eagle's cry, heralded the arrival of his imminent release, a deafening bellow of dominance that made both Luster and the abused little mare shudder, albeit for vastly different reasons. She was definitely going to be sore all over after that ordeal...
A low, strained whimper was all the mare could manage in reply to her mate's call, her belly swelling rapidly with the griffon's seed as she was hopelessly and unceasingly overfilled—the seed having nowhere to go but in due to his knot; yet another impossible event to add to the list of things that Luster wished he hadn't seen that day.
Although Luster did his best to keep light on his hooves as he quietly backed away from the room, the rooster's avian hearing was far too precise to be evaded.
As the two males locked eyes, the griffon glared at him imperiously. 'This is what you'll never have, little Beta stallion,' that steely-eyed, animalistic gaze seemed to say to him, a menacing display of dominance that made Luster recoil into himself as he fled the shower building, more confused than ever about what the bucking hay was going on.
...
"Oooooh...something wrong, Sharpy?" The mare groaned softly in the griffon's grip as he gently set her down upon the tile floor, cradling her in his talons as her hooves twitched weakly. "Mmh, we may have overdone it a little. I think I'm going to have trouble walking for longer than usual, hmhmhm~" She chuckled, gently rubbing at her reddened, plumped-up belly.
"It's nothing, Sunshine. Just waving off some nosy voyeur who didn't even have the decency to introduce himself while watching us. The nerve of some ponies..." He grumbled, muttering to himself.
"Oh, don't be like that, hon. It's not every day that somepony sees a mare getting rutted as hard as me. He was probably just jealous that you're such a stud~!" His length jerked against her distended belly in response, causing her to squeal as she batted his shoulder with a weak, unsteady forehoof. "Stallion or rooster, all guys really are the same, huh? One compliment and you're already raring to slam me into the floor~" She jibed.
His response caused her to yelp, as he unceremoniously griff-handled her reddened, cum-glazed opening against his tip threateningly, "I'll show you a stud, you precocious little strumpet. This atmosphere has me all charged up, I feel like I could keep filling you until you're fit to bursting with our chicks..."
"Chicks?! Sharptalon, we can talk about this! W-we've never even gone twice in a row befoouuuuaaaahhhh..." Her cries of protest were for naught, his previous release gushing out from around their union as he speared his marefriend onto his immense length for the second time that day.
As Luster fled the debauchery-filled showers, a thought struck him. 'If I can find where that mist is coming from...maybe I can put a stop to this madness?'
It didn't take him long to spot what he was looking for. Curls of that distinct pink haze were swirling down from the top of a coastal bluff, which overlooked both the town and the nearby coastline.
The closer that Luster got to the source, the more he felt like he was suffocating under the weight of the hazy mist. It was dense enough to impede visibility now, and as he neared the end of the bluff, he could hear the distinct and all-too-familiar sounds of deep, feminine moaning...
A pink unicorn mare, her horn alight with bright pink magic, stood at the core of the intoxicating wave. Curls of that very same mist sloughed off of her in waves, her form shuddering and magic flickering as she looked down upon the lurid scenes she'd wrought.
As Luster cautiously approached her, doing his best to be stealthy, he froze mid-step once he laid eyes on the reason for the mare's shuddering.
Her frizzy purple-and-pink tail was flagged high behind her, and beneath her quivering, winking marehood and flexing ponut hung a heavy pair of dark-pink nuts, nearly as wide as his hoof and visibly churning with untold amounts of futa seed.
Whatever choice words he'd had for her died in his throat, his eyes widening once he noticed the smaller mare crouching beneath her, the pink sorceress's weighty orbs bouncing off of the submissive mare's chin, her steamy breaths and the heady, musky warmth of the futa's crotch coalescing into a brain-fogging cloud around her head.
With her eyes tightly shut and involuntary tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, her entire world had long since narrowed to the delicious cut of maremeat she was being enthusiastically force-fed. Every bob of her head on that fat marecock visibly bulged her throat, but if the submissive mare noticed or felt it, she hardly seemed to care.
"Fuck...it's coming...you'd better drink it all, hon~" The dominant dickmare purred, her honey-sweet voice and lilting tone making Luster weak in the knees despite the overwhelming depravity of the situation. Maybe this haze was slowly getting to him?
'The haze!' Luster remembered suddenly, shaking off the mist creeping into his mind as his gaze narrowed on the dickmare at the center of it all. "What the hay do you think you're doing to these townsponies?!" Luster exclaimed incredulously. If either mare heard him, though, they didn't show it.
"I don't know, cutie, you tell me. What's it look like I'm doing to 'em~?" The pink pony purred sultrily, gazing at Luster with lidded eyes full of predatory intent. Her cool mask of composure slipped only slightly as she slammed herself balls-deep into the throat of the mare beneath her. Her eye twitched slightly as she gazed at him, legs quaking involuntarily in the throes of her release.
Yet, even as her immense, glue-thick load splattered into her concubine's stomach with enough vigor to make each gout audible as it entered, she regarded Luster with great interest as he held his gaze to her face, not even glancing at the lewd spectacle beneath her. "Ooh...you're not like everypony else. You're either the most willful stallion I've ever met, or you're..." She trailed off, biting her lip as stars flashed in her eyes, muttering "Such a f-fucking whore..." under her breath as she pressed even harder into her mare's muzzle, in a vain attempt to reach deeper still. The mare servicing her had taken it upon herself to heft each weighty, clenching nut into the frogs of her hooves as they twitched and throbbed in her grip, those soft underhooves determined to massage every last drop of tension out of her that they could. It certainly seemed to be working, as it had surprised her enough to break her composure, if only for a moment. "...Something different. Some mental ward you've got in place, perhaps?"
The mare beneath her finally removed the dickmare's length from her throat, the thick flare sliding past her lips with a wet, sucking pop as she collapsed to the grass, smiling dumbly. She licked her lips and ground her hoof into her own winking, sodden marehood, as desperate as a mare in estrus despite her winded, exhausted state.
Disregarding the conversation for a moment, the dickmare's horn lit with telekinetic power, gripping the flanks of the mare beneath her in shimmering pink light as she turned her 180o and lifted her into a face-down ass-up position, hindlegs braced in an "A" shape.
Luster did his best to remain focused on the conversation, only sparing the mare a blushing glance or two as he tried to respond, "I...I suppose I've just...never really been enthusiastic about getting laid?"
The mare scoffed and laughed, length bobbing beneath her as her midsection shook. "A stallion? Not enthusiastic about getting laid? You really are a special one, though I'm having trouble not pitying you, honestly. You really made your way through all of that--" She emphasized, gesturing down to the pink cloud that had enveloped the beachfront, "and didn't for one second feel tempted to join in the fun? Really?"
Luster chewed on his lip for a moment in thought but nodded his head regardless. The futa was sharp as a tack, though, and caught on. "Your hesitation there tells me otherwise..." She trailed off for a moment, and a mischievous twinkle grew in her eye as she continued to question Luster. "Is it perhaps that you're looking for something more in a mare? Perhaps a flare~?" She implored, waggling her hips boorishly as her length flopped against her inner thighs. "I'm not opposed to turning a stallion's prostate into a milkshake, you know. It's a rare treat."
Luster blanched, quickly shaking his head much more vehemently. "Hmm? No? The vehement deniers are often the most eager beneath the surface, but...alright then..." She hummed, her attention focusing on the prone mare before her as her eyes focused hungrily on her prey's soaking-wet, quivering marehood. That helpless mare groaned out wordless whimpers and pleas as her hooves shuffled restlessly against the grass, bud winking out in bright flashes of pink in time with her pounding heartbeat. "I suppose I've kept you waiting long enough, haven't I, hon? Sorry about that. Let's rut you good and proper..." Her dark-pink length flopped down against the mare's haunches with a meaty thump, splotches of her thick, milky pre spattering into the impatiently-whimpering older mare's coat.
A few teasing, agonizingly slow steps back let her drag her leaking tip across the mare's dock, the added stimulation against her knobbled head teasing another splatter of preseed out into the strands of that silky-smooth tail. The dickmare let out a deep, husky groan when her tip bounced against her partner's tight, twitching ponut, her immense self-control the only thing preventing her from stretching out that beckoning, forbidden ring of muscle with her fat flare. No, there was only one place that a top-shelf slab of marecock like hers deserved to call home...
As her quivering, throbbing tip nudged its way teasingly between the mare's soaked, fluttering folds, the two groaned out their sinful symphony of delight -- punctuated by a slick pop and a whimpering moan of ecstasy as that glorious, all-consuming pillar of cock tunneled its way into her with practiced precision and patience. There was no balls-deep, inelegant slamming to be found here -- as a mare, the sorceress knew exactly what buttons to push to drive her concubine utterly feral with desire, at precisely the right pace to have the mare begging to be bred in no time at all.
"Y-yes! Oh, buck, YES! Rut me harder, my goddess! Give me everything you have! BREED ME!" The prone mare screamed out, a puddle of drool and marecum forming from each end of her as the mare atop her punctuated each of her ponderous thrusts with a self-satisfied moan.
"Y-you, mph, see what I mean now, unicorn?" The whumps and plaps of deep, vigorous rutting punctuated her speech in an irregular rhythm, yet aside from each heaving breath she took on the out-strokes, she was remarkably coherent.
"Lust is among the most powerful forces known to ponykind...even stronger than magic. Celestia and Luna may look like the most powerful ponies in Equestria, but there is more to power than mere strength...no, it is Cadance who is strongest. To control somecreature's heart, their lust, is to control them. No raw strength needed." Throughout her diatribe, she ceaselessly continued plowing the mare beneath her into the grass, her calm and collected manner a stark contrast to the whimpering, moaning pony beneath her.
Sprays of marecum patted onto the grass from both mares' winking buds, all while that imperious length continued to plunder her deepest reaches with relentless abandon. "It is ponykind's--creaturekind's--most integral instinct. The desire to rut and be rutted, the desire to impregnate and be impregnated, the torque that keeps the wheel of life turning, and turning, and turning..." She punctuated her repetition with firm, ball-slapping thrusts into her toy's rippling depths, each of them heralded by a gush of marecum onto her swaying nuts and the ground below.
Luster couldn't bring himself to muster a rebuttal--the dickmare was, after all, proving her own point right in front of him. Even if she was taking liberties with some other important aspects of ponykind, like work, sustenance, and sleep... "But what about these ponies' lives? Food and water? Rest? You can't just force ponies to spend an entire day rutting one another and not expect to cause side effects!"
The sorceress "tsk"ed at that remark, though whatever remark she was about to shoot back at him was interrupted as her back legs quivered with exertion and her length plunged itself fully into the mare's quivering depths, setting her full attention on her most primal duties. "Fffucking cervix is milking me...nnnghhh!" She cursed under her breath, gritting her teeth as her eyes rolled back into her head, composure finally broken in the throes of a body-quaking climax that had even caught her off guard. "I'm going to fill you like the broodmare toy you are..."
Her hefty nuts clenched tightly to her body, quivering with each immense pulse of seed that rocketed out of her cervix-plugging flare directly into the mare's fertile inner sanctum. Electricity and hot fire raced through her body in equal measure, unable to resist going cross-eyed as the slavering marehood she had so enjoyed plundering now acted as a trap to milk out every last drop of essence she had to give. "Mmfffuck, gods above, if you want every last drop you're going to get it, little slut!"
With both of them still in rapturous embrace, the dickmare flexed her hips and drove herself deeper still with a grunting whinny, forcing out a messy geyser of glue-thick mareseed and heady marecum with a lurid splatter of fluid pressure.
Luster watched from the sidelines dumbfounded, doing his best to keep his expression measured as he averted his eyes and waited for her response to his questioning.
The mare's belly visibly swelled with the bottomless virility of her nameless lover as the pair trembled in all-consuming, unbridled ecstasy for what felt like hours. She'd been well-and-truly bred by the domineering sorceress, reduced to a drooling, swollen pile of sperm-slathered sluttiness by that immense, veiny pillar of maremeat.
"Huff...gods above, that slut's womb is hungry." The dickmare huffed out, the barest hint of exhaustion bleeding through her self-satisfied smirk. "Offer's still open if you want to get fucked into a puddle, cutie. Trust me, I leave all my clients fully satisfied...you might even discover some things about yourself once you get four hooves of marecock up your ass and start cumming yourself stupid."
That self-assured, smug attitude of hers was really starting to get on his nerves. "N-never mind that, answer me! Who the hay are you, why are you here, and what are you doing to these poor townsponies?!" Luster growled at her, his horn shimmering threateningly with magic.
She quirked her eyebrow at that, before bursting into a fit of laughter as she held a hoof to her chest. "After all you've just seen, you're still calling them poor townsponies? I've yet to receive a single complaint before you came along, you naive yearling." The coyness in her voice steadily became hardened with steel as she spoke, growing increasingly frustrated with Luster's obstinance. "Everything you've seen, everything I've done for them, was by their request. My cutie mark gives me the power to create aphrodisiacs that suppress inhibitions and increase libido to overpowering levels."
That caught Luster off guard. As he kept silent, the mare snorted. "Hmph. I figured that would shut you up. At least it didn't take shoving my cock down your throat to silence your impotent nattering, like so many other ignorant ponies. All of my life I've faced the same criticisms from ponies that you've been spouting, only for this sex-positive vacation destination to finally accept me with open hooves...until you just moved in and started running your mouth today." After a pause to let Luster reflect on that revelation, she added, "Right, you asked for my name. It's Hearts Desire. If you're still going to be living here after what you've seen today, you'd best remember it." She dismounted from her drooling fucktoy with a slick pop as her flare slid out of the mare's greedily rippling depths, finally allowing Luster a good look at just who had been beneath Desire during their entire conversation.
...It was the mayor of the town! He recognized her from the day he'd moved in!
"Why didn't she warn me about any of this when I moved here?" Luster said accusatorily, pointing a hoof at the whimpering puddle that was practically more cum than mare by this point.
Desire simply shrugged, "You'd have to ask her about that one when she's more coherent. What I'm curious about, now..." The dickmare purred, circling Luster like a lioness as her still-throbbing pillar of seed-slickened flesh slapped her underbelly with each step, "Is how and why you're the only adult pony I've ever met who's able to resist my special talent. No being should be able to do that, pony, animal, or otherwise."
"...How would you know that your talent works on animals?" Luster asked hesitantly.
Desire scoffed at that line of questioning. "That's irrelevant, but in short, animals are incapable of resisting any aphrodisiacs because they lack the presence of mind or any reasons to resist them. Simple biology." Shaking her head, she returned to her previous thought, "Is it possible you're a completely unspoiled pony? So sheltered and unawakened that you can't heed the call of your biology because you don't know what it is?"
Luster flushed with indignance at the implication, and at being talked about like a science experiment. "H-hey! I resent that!"
"More like resemble it," Desire giggled, sticking her tongue out at him teasingly, "This is so interesting, though! Imagine how wild you'll get once all those pent-up instincts are released. I bet you'll even give me a run for my bits!"
Luster flushed, sweating nervously as she got right in his face, staring deeply into his eyes as she became positively giddy with excitement. Those pools of lavender were becoming increasingly appealing the longer she was around him...he could feel his head becoming fuzzy, sparks of electricity racing through his nerves. Were those aphrodisiacs having more of an effect than he thought, or was being so close to her causing intrusive thoughts to wriggle into his head?
Like how fucking satisfying it would be to pound this cattish tease into the ground until she paints herself white and starts screaming his name instead?
Luster blinked, cheeks turning cherry red. 'Wow. Intrusive is right.'
"With everypony else going along with it...would it really be so bad for you to let go of those pesky inhibitions and indulge yourself?" She purred, batting her eyes at him coquettishly while her imposing pillar of flesh twitched and throbbed beneath her. Breaking down this adorably innocent stallion's reservations was getting her as stiff as a manasteel bar! "I assure you, none of what happens on these special days ever leaves the village."
"W-well...I...I, umm..." Luster had to admit, the idea was becoming more and more tempting. But was he truly ready to take that step? To lose himself in the erotic horde of writhing flesh that awaited him in the village? He wasn't su-
"Oh, for ponies' sake!" Hearts growled out, beyond frustrated at his lack of commitment. Closing the distance between them, her muzzle darted toward his, locking lips with the flabbergasted stallion as his eyes bugged out of his head.
Too stunned to react, Luster was unable to resist as her tongue slipped into his mouth, effortlessly dominating his own as he felt a rebellious flutter of arousal race through him.
It was when he felt her hoof graze his underbelly, though, that he finally reacted. Rearing back and shoving her away with both forehooves, he left a trail of drool flying between them as they separated, which snapped wetly as he bolted away from her.
He could hear her anguished scream of frustration from behind him, but at this point, he wanted nothing to do with her or her crazy mind games. How did he even know she was telling the truth? It was obvious she was a master manipulator!
Dead set on running back to his home, bolting the door shut, packing up his things, and getting the hay out of dodge, he was halfway there when he realized he'd left his bag at the beach...and his house keys along with it.
Skidding to a halt, Luster cursed his lack of foresight.
With his judgment addled by the lustful sorceress's manipulation moments prior, some deep-seated part of him also wanted to return to the beach, but for other reasons. Unfortunately for Luster, the seeds of temptation that Hearts Desire had planted within him were spreading their roots of lust through his very core, and he was none the wiser as he made his second trek towards the beach...
As was to be expected, his return to the beach was fraught with scenes of hedonistic splendor -- but unlike his first trip that day, the beginnings of temptation were creeping into his mind...rebellious thoughts of what it might be like to take the ice cream vendor up on her offer and churn those rich, creamy insides...
For the first time all day, Luster's balls clenched, bringing a bright flush to his face.
The two chatty mares from before were still near where he'd been sitting, though they'd changed from chatting one another up to eating one another out -- the sharkpony had her toothy maw buried in the squirming pegasus mare's sodden snatch, though the dominated mare seemed more than okay with this turn of events if the sharp squeals of pleasure she was screaming into her friend's fishy folds were any indication. The pegasus mare's flared-stiff wings writhed trails in the sand beneath her in unfocused ecstasy, and more than once Luster caught himself staring at them as he tried to pack his things as hastily and silently as he could.
The squeals, whimpers, and moans suddenly stopped, prompting Luster to glance over at them once again as he looked away from his bag -- and his heart skipped a beat.
Both mares, legs quaking in barely-repressed arousal, had their attention solely focused on him.
"I thought I smelled a male..." The sharkpony practically growled at him, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up in record time.
"Didja finally decide to put down those musty books and join us for some fun~?" The pegasus teased, her voice trembling with unrestrained desire, "'Cause I could use a fat fuckin' cock to finally quench this heat of mine. I can only eat fish tacos for so long before I get tired of 'em, you feel me?"
"And I've been hungry for some meat for a while now," The streamlined sharkmare purred lasciviously as the pair of them circled him like lionesses on the hunt. He resisted the urge to buck the mare right in her toothy face as he felt a scaled hoof heft one of his balls in her grip, and a rebellious shudder of pride rolled through him as he heard her whistle, impressed. "You'll definitely fit the bill there. Whatever mare you've got waiting at home for you is not doing her job, you must be so pent up from everything that's going on...poor baby."
"I-I don't have a marefriend," In retrospect, that was definitely the wrong thing to say, as the way both mares' eyes lit up at that revelation sent a fresh wave of fearful anticipation tickling down his spine.
"You mean you don't have a hot, sexy mare to fill up every day with these? That's criminal. I can tell you'd be a natural-born breeder if you can get over this weird 'hard to get' act you're playing. If I weren't so dead-set on making your flare kiss my womb in the next five minutes, I'd probably have given up already~" The pegasus truly had no filter of any kind at this point, given how she wasn't even making a token effort to hide her intentions now.
...It sent a brief bolt of panic through him that found himself wanting to make good on her assumption and plow her into the sand. This situation was spiraling out of control...
Had it ever been in his control, to begin with? He was finding it harder and harder to care regardless.
Luster was so focused on his internal monologue that he nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt the pegasus mare's warm breath against his shuddering nuts, the pair of which were beginning to feel heavier and fuller as his resistance crumbled.
The mare behind him gave out a shuddering, slatternly moan as the heady miasma of Luster's pent-up musk assaulted her senses, his smell alone bringing her to her knees in a quivering gush of marecum. It was so abrupt and so powerful that she felt her heart skip a beat the moment her earth-shattering hooves-free climax slammed into her, so overwhelmed by her own deluge of desire that she was only half-aware of her actions in the final throes of orgasm. "C-c-cock. Huge cock. Need it to pin me. Fuck me. Breed me. Need to make it mine...I'm going to go fucking crazy if I don't!" The pegasus panted out in breathless, writhing gasps, her eyes laser-focused on his package as she cummed herself stupid.
"You heard her, stud~" The sharkmare purred into his ear, sounding every bit as predatory as half her heritage would imply. Her tone was low, growling with desire and barely-repressed instinct, teetering on the edge of complete ferality--Luster was nearing that same precipice. "She needs a big, strong, hung stallion like you to relieve her of that ache inside her..."
The sudden sensation of a pair of warm, wet cushions against one of his throbbing nuts nearly made him jump, even as his dick twitched and bucked beneath him in angry, rebellious desire. The pegasus mare had started to smother his balls in a flurry of tongue-lathering and smooches, making them heavier and fuller and angrier and more of an obstacle to rational thought. "But she's not the only one with an aching need, is she? You know, for such a soft-spoken and gifted stallion, I'm surprised some mare hasn't already come along and pinned you down for herself..."
Luster felt the pegasus pull away from him for a moment, and he briefly wondered, through the rapidly-building haze of his arousal, what she was up to.
His dick promptly told his brain to shut up the moment that she pressed her lips to his bulging, spongy cocktip.
"Fuck!" Luster exclaimed with a low whinny of surprise but he didn't pull away--his body, and those inescapable desires that motivated every living, breathing thing's existence, had him on autopilot. He was a mere passenger to his arousal, a vessel of prime, unspoiled breeding stock destined to dominate, to subdue, and to breed every mare he got his eyes on.
Hearts Desire was right. Nothing could resist the power of lust forever. It was imperative to a species' survival that such desires couldn't be resisted forever, and to think otherwise had been a fool's errand.
So why not just...give in?
Shuddering, dark gray, and heavy, Luster's pent-up pillar of rigid flesh was truly a sight to behold for the two mares. One of them was about to feel it a lot more than see it.
Gripping the pegasus mare's head behind her ears with both forehooves--a move that made the mare's eyes shoot wide open in surprise--Luster wasted little time pushing his drooling flare past her lips and into her greedy, drooling maw. Holding himself there a few moments, drinking in every last detail of the way she dutifully milked his underside with her tongue, drawing each gush of rich, salty pre down her gullet with practiced obedience even as his flare throbbed, bucked, and flexed eagerly at the entrance to her throat, Luster found himself too overwhelmed to comprehend everything, but too incoherent to care.
"Oh yeah! That's the spirit, big guy! Fuck that slut's throat like you own her!" The sharkmare rasped out between clenched teeth, her own body wracked with waves of pleasure as she stroked her fishy folds with a hoof.
She was momentarily startled out of nirvana as a magical glow took hold of her, repositioning her to a face-down ass-up position in full view of Luster's greedy smirk. "I think I'd like to try some seafood myself. Let's get you ready for me...you're next when I'm done with her, and this looks tight," Luster's mind was on autopilot now, rational thought giving way to the rampaging beast of lustful vigor that had him saying such domineering things. "I'm going to have to change that. Unless...you want me to break you~?"
That instinctual autopilot was certainly working, though, as both mares were wracked with tremors of submissive fear from his suggestion. The deep groan that the pegasus mare gave against his cocktip was all the confirmation he needed that that was exactly what both of them were looking for.
"Mmph, f-fuck, just take her already! Claim her throat so that you can plow me next! I n-need it!" The bravado that the sharkpony once had disappeared completely, every fiber of her being focused on cock.
Acquiescing to her demand, Luster stopped holding back and fully committed, shoving himself in her up to the sheath in one brutal, throat-widening thrust.
"Fffuuuck...oh yeah..." Luster hissed through clenched teeth, his forehooves reaching into her mane of their own accord as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, though he still greedily slurped at the honeypot of the finned femme who'd offered herself to him. Her taste was salty, but not overbearing, laced with more than enough female hormones to make his pillar of flesh throb, buck, and twitch in the tight grip of the pegasus mare's gullet.
For Luster, it was like finding an oasis in a desert. Unable to control himself, his hips bucked with animalistic, primal fervor, every thrust a beat in the carnal rhythm of his desire as he mercilessly facefucked the slutty mare. Every throb and twitch of his length was so potent that each nearly made him collapse into a heap, but his muscles trembled with strain as he valiantly fought off the brain-numbing euphoria for just. One. More. Thrust.
With a trembling groan, Luster drove himself to a throat-bulging climax as his seed blasted into her belly in a relentless deluge; his heaving, shuddering nuts were eager to empty themselves into the first warm hole his stallionhood had experienced in a long while, the all-consuming euphoria potent enough to make his legs tremble as his fitful bucks and messy gouts of dense, ropey seed made an absolute mess out of the poor girl's face. Not that she seemed to mind, given how the hearts that had overtaken her eyes throbbed in time with each of his potent pulses and greedy humps...
Panting in their afterglow, the moaning, glassy-eyed, red-faced pegasus mare was pulled off of his deeply-rooted length with a long, drawn-out shlurp and a gasping moan. Luster collapsed to his side the moment his length pulled free, weak bursts of his seed still gushing fitfully from his tip in time with the thundering of his heart.
His massive crown pulled free of her greedy, flailing tongue with a sucking pop, the release of pressure pulling out a mouthful of seed that utterly coated the mare's face, chest, and forelegs. Still, though, she whimpered at the loss, forehooves flailing ineffectually as she tried to get back to nursing on his cock. She'd been reduced to an unrecognizable mess, but somehow seemed eager for more despite it.
"You clearly need more practice being a top, you silly stallion. You nearly suffocated the poor dear!" An all-too-familiar voice chided, shocking Luster out of his afterglow-fueled brain fog.
"Y-you..." Luster groaned, rising shakily to his hooves. His length dripped seed and spittle beneath him, and his muzzle was splattered with fishy, salty sharkmare cum...what had happened? "What did you do to me?"
"Ohoho, now you're getting upset at me? You didn't seem to have a problem with it while you were plowing that slut's face like a mare in spring," Hearts chuckled, her own length twitching as she eyed his impressive endowment. "Did I say plow? Feels reductive to describe it like that. It was more of a ravaging, wouldn't you say~?"
The growl that tore from his throat was enough to make even her swoon with arousal. "I nearly killed her."
"Nearly. I'd say she gets off on that kinda thing, too. Never seen a mare cum that many times from getting facefucked before. Bravo." Hearts briefly applauded with both forehooves.
This dickmare was really starting to get on his nerves...
Luster's eyes had begun to glow with an unnatural pink hue the longer the irritating seductress egged him on, but if the mare took notice of it, it only encouraged her. Post-nut clarity had reigned him back in when she'd interrupted his dominance, which was a frustrating setback, but driving him over the edge like that a second time by getting him even more frustrated? It nearly made her winking marehood gush onto her quivering nuts at the very thought. To think she could turn such a mild-mannered stallion into a rampaging alpha stud...!
Well, there was no problem in helping him along that path more directly, was there? Her horn swirled with power as she prepared another spell, calling upon the most depraved reaches of her knowledge to pervert this stallion into the ideal image of virility. Countless banned spells filled her mind's eye as she wove a masterwork quilt of raw, unbridled carnality...and directed it solely at Luster in a single, sorcerous blast.
Luster flinched as the pink light filled his vision, momentarily stunned by the tingling rush of energy that made the hairs of his coat stand on end. He opened his mouth to protest, to really give the mare a piece of his mind...but whatever he'd been about to say was consumed by a hot rush of fire through his veins, a full-body shudder quaking through him from head to hoof as his throbbing stallionhood gave a rebellious bucking twitch beneath his barrel. A messy splatter of pre gushed from his tip onto the drooling, cross-eyed, catatonic face of the mare he'd just finished muzzle-rutting, drawing a greedy moan from her lips.
His nuts rumbled and throbbed as they hung heavier beneath him, the dull weight at his groin overtaking his thoughts. Those tantalizing twins begged for release as if he hadn't cum in months, and his angrily-flared stallionhood felt just the same. His heartbeat thudded in his head like a kickdrum, and each twitch and throb of his stallionhood marched insistently to the rhythm.
"W-what the buck d-did you just..." 'Mare.' "J-just do to..." 'Breed.' "me?" Luster weakly groaned, lapsing in and out of rational thought as the last inklings of his inhibitions fought valiantly against her spell.
"I've made you see sense for once, you stubborn stallion. Haven't you spent enough years without getting that huge cock wet and breeding a willing, submissive mare?"
'You need to put her in her PLACE. This haughty bitch is BEGGING for it. The slutty shark can wait her TURN.'
"I mean, honestly, a breeder like you should not be getting this tired this fast, you really need endurance trai--oof, hey!"
'She might have a cock, but YOU'RE the stallion. CLAIM her.'
Luster couldn't resist the intrusive, domineering thoughts any longer. Springing up from his prone position, he tackled the offensively pink mare, pinning her front to the grass as his half-hard, spit- and cum-slathered length twitched between her trim flanks.
"What do you think you're doing, I'm the one in charge heeeeeeeoooouuuuhhh..." Whatever Hearts had been about to say trailed off in a shuddering groan as Luster's well-lubed flare prodded against her winking, dark pink marelips, peeking its way into that glorious tightness that it was only moments from claiming. Her own imperious length throbbed and twitched with steel hardness beneath her.
Hearts could do nothing but brace her rear hooves in an 'A' as her front was pressed into the beach towel beneath her. There was something spine-tinglingly primal about this position, and her body couldn't help but react to it with eagerness despite her protests. "Y-you can't just mount me like that without getting me ready first, you oaf!"
Grinding his tip against her sodden, flooding marehood, Luster chuckled darkly. "Feels like you're ready to me. Brace those pretty legs of yours, you bitch. I'm going to make you regret trying to manipulate me."
Those pretty pink flanks of hers trembled with heady anticipation at his words. Whatever she might've shot back in response was replaced with a choked gasp as his flare popped into her, and her world exploded.
It had been years since any stallion had been brave or bold enough to actually pin her down and have their way with her, and it showed in her explosive reaction to Luster's length ponderously plundering her trembling depths.
The pressure of his length as it ground against her prostate from within her walls was too much to bear. A fitful geyser of seed erupted from her twitching marecock in dense, gluey gouts of potent, steaming marecum. Her every breath came in hot, breathless clouds, vision going hazy white as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
The growing pool of mareseed beneath her proved to be too much for the sharkpony watching from the sidelines to ignore. "C'mon, you aren't gonna waste all that, are ya?" the finned mare purred lasciviously, licking her pointy chops as she stalked over to the mating pair and crouched low beneath them, "I don't let a free meal pass me by, especially if it's this tasty~"
Without any buildup - and without letting Hearts recover from the mind-wracking orgasm she'd just experienced - the sharkmare engulfed Hearts' seed-drooling, blunted head in her toothy maw. Despite appearances, the sharkpony took to her task with carefully-orchestrated gusto, avoiding pricking the mare's length with her teeth as it easily slid right down her eager throat.
For Hearts, the heady suddenness of it all was too much for her to withstand. As her heavy magenta balls smacked into the sharkpony's scaly eyes beneath her, and Luster's studly cock skewered her like a rotisserie, she lost control.
Drooling and moaning and twitching and cumming in an uncontrollable, discordant symphony of pleasure, Hearts' eyes rolled into the back of her head as she rapidly lost her grip on reality. Her control over her powers was lessening, too -- her horn sparked and crackled with errant sparks of magic, each one of them filling Luster with a fresh surge of arousal and a renewed urgency to pummel her into submission via her unprotected, aching womb.
His orgasm was building, but something else was driving him to fuck her faster and harder than ever before...even the sharkpony beneath him had redoubled her efforts to throat the sorceress's now perpetually-drooling length, and the pegasus he thought he'd facefucked into incoherence was debasing herself even further as she licked up the puddle of their mixed orgasms from the sodden beach towel beneath them.
The heady mist that suffused her form was less of a creeping fog now and more of a rushing wave of powerfully compelling lust magic, spreading further and faster than Hearts could ever have control over. If he didn't stop her soon, she'd be affecting ponies she didn't mean to! In her incoherent state, though, there was really only one solution...
His mind formed a plan, through the clouding fog of lust...one that his newly-unlocked "alpha stud" person was all too happy to go along with.
'She can't keep casting her magic if I FUCK her unconscious.'
With any inkling of restraint cast off from his inhibitions, Luster finally let himself run wild. His slow and methodical tunneling into her depths abruptly gave way to brutal slams, powerful enough to make him huff with exertion on every push inward as he pistoned his imperious length into her with savage efficiency. His fat, flexing crown carved its own path through her depths, pressing all her buttons and then some -- especially her poor prostate, forced to keep up with the hungry, horny demands of the gluttonous sharkpony still dutifully gulping down every spurt of seed that Luster's domineering dick mercilessly milked out of her.
Much like the other beachgoing mare, though, the sharkpony was unrecognizable through the thick layer of stallion- and mare-milk slathering her form. She was already too full for her swallowing to go anywhere but out, through her gills, a steaming river of potent futa seed utterly covering her front as she literally breathed it. It was only thanks to this unique sharkpony trait that she was even still conscious through the ordeal, but now she found herself needing it. Not just to sate her ravenous, magically-augmented, yawing pit of desire, but also to live.
Blackness flickered at the edges of Hearts' vision, her mind approaching a complete shutdown of self-preservation as every nerve in her body tingled hot and raw with the unceasing rush of desire and release in equal measure. Her mist was so overpowering that she could feel herself being affected by it now, a perilous feedback loop of hedonism that she'd never dreamed of in her wildest fantasies.
It was, at long last, too much.
The sharp tang of ozone filled the air as a huge spark of power leaped from her horn to Luster's on one of his balls-deep thrusts into her, and at that moment, everything exploded.
Luster's vision went white as that literal bolt of pleasure dealt a finishing blow to his composure, his hips pressing as deep as they could possibly go while his heavy orbs rumbled ominously with his impending orgasm. Her curvy pale-pink flanks jiggled and compressed against his underside as he fully hilted inside her, her own nuts trembling with barely-restrained arousal as her new lover's explosive climax neared.
Unable to do more than groan out wordlessly as his orgasm pounced on him, Luster bit down on the nape of her neck as he erupted between her trembling, reddened flanks with a trembling, shuddering deluge of seed.
Hearts' own final, messy orgasm coincided with his own. The feeling of her rarely-touched depths being flooded with his dense virility was too much for her to bear, and the blackness creeping at the edges of her vision fully consumed her as the crescendo of pleasure utterly overwhelmed her scheming, sorcerous mind. Her belly paunched faintly with his release as he just kept cumming, and the pressure finally overwhelmed his conviction as his half-hard length sh-plopped out of her reddened and sex-glazed depths.
He'd done it. He'd defeated her. Or...had she defeated him?
He didn't much care by now, though. Not with her lustful magic still running hot like fire in his veins. One mare wasn't enough anymore...he needed more...
Starting off with that ice cream vendor he'd rebuked earlier.
It had taken impressively little time for Luster to ruthlessly plow every mare on the beach into a senseless, twitching, cum-glazed puddle of pleasure, once Hearts' magical 'motivation' had finally gotten through to him. Hay, it had gotten to such a point where the mares had formed a bawdy, desperate crowd just to be rutted by him, busying themselves by pleasuring each other while they impatiently watched him enthusiastically rut mare after mare, not stopping to ask any of their names...not that they were even coherent enough to offer them!
It was only once the sun had mercifully begun to set that Luster finally afforded himself a break...though the twitching, unconscious horde of mares around him was truly the testament to just how busy he'd gotten. The glowing smiles, relaxed breaths, and stuffed slits that each of them bore were oddly comforting to be around, though perhaps it was the knowledge that he had been the one to claim each and every one of them?
In any case, Luster was barely conscious enough to even consider the 'how' or 'why' of...well, anything.
Laid out on his beach towel, now hopelessly sullied by a variety of mares' releases along with his own, he could do nothing but stare up at the dusky sunset sky as his cum-slathered (and mercifully soft) length twitched faintly.
Interrupted from his blissed-out reverie, Luster's attention was drawn to his side as Hearts Desire, the instigator of this whole mess, tottered her way over to him like a drunken penguin. Her midsection still sloshed faintly with his seed, and she was getting off on that fact if the preseed dribbling from her half-hard length was any indication...
Collapsing down onto the towel next to him with an exhausted huff, she joined him in staring up at the sky.
Each of them waited in awkward, deafening silence (aside from the faint groans and moans of the mares surrounding them) for the other to make the first move. Finally, though, Hearts spoke up.
"So...I, mmph, might have gone slightly overboard."
Rolling his eyes, Luster huffed. "You're lucky that it was fun, or I'd definitely be reporting you to the Crown right about now."
"Psh, as if you'd ever willingly give up the chance to have this tight cunt again after getting to rut it once~" Hearts shot back bawdily, making Luster blush scarlet...even as his length betrayed him, twitching enough for Hearts to notice. "All stallions really are the same underneath~" She singsonged.
Luster grit his teeth, only barely resisting the urge to play into her shamelessly lewd come-ons.
"Aww, don't get too mad about it, Luster baby. I just got a little too focused on breaking down that tantalizing resistance of yours, and I let that get the better of me. Won't happen again, I Pinkie Promise." She added with an impish wink, though for once in her life she did sound the most sincere that he'd ever heard her.
Luster sighed. It was probably the closest thing to an apology that he'd ever get out of his insufferable new acquaintance.
"We should definitely do that again sometime, though. Gotta say, I loved losing control of myself like that. I'm about to fucking gush again just thinking about it! You deserve to act like you're Faust's gift to mares, hun, because you're all that and more~!"
"If you're trying to gas me up into rutting you again, it's not gonna work."
"Same time next week~?"
"..." Luster looked away from her, his muzzle scrunching up indignantly. "...Fine."
"'Atta boy!"
Author's Note
Phew! This took quite a while to complete, but I hope those who read it enjoyed it, particularly the commissioner who was graciously patient with me. I really enjoyed writing these scenes and exploring this concept. :)
I probably won't be taking commissions again for the foreseeable future unless I reassess my writing process, since it was kind of a 'trial run' to begin with and my current mindset for them clearly isn't working based on how long this took me to finish.
Downer stuff aside, I've got other stuff in the works, rest assured. I don't want to promise dates since I'm finishing up my Master's later this month and that's taking up a lot of my time.
Swim fast, eat ass!
ArDee 🦈
