A Lewd Anthology

by Sanguine Dream

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Original Character, Porn, Button Mash, Smolder, Equestria Girls, Crossover, Sex, Ember, Anthology, Profanity, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Human, Anthro
Length: 81123

Lewd Equestria shorts, brought to you by the twisted minds of Lucid and Thad.

Most ponies are normal. That's a lie, most ponies are kinky. More ponies (and people) than you'd think want to bang some more exotic creatures.

Featuring imps, werewolves, zebras, dragons, feral, anthro, and/or humans this is a collection of various works we've done in our free time.

Certain stories might get a second chapter. Whether we have one planned, or if people like one more than the others.

So this got featured same day, somehow... Sex sells I guess. 25th of October 2021 at 8:22 PM (First time I saw it.)
Got Featured again on the 2nd of November 2021.
And seen on the Featured Box again on Monday the 17th of January 2022 at 8:54 PM
Huh, seen again on the Featured Box at 2:03 PM on Monday March 28th 2022. Weird.
Saw on the Featured Box agaim at 5:06 PM on Monday, April 18th 2022.
Must be slow. Featured at 7:36 PM on November 22, 2022.
Slow day. Saw Featured at 10:01 PM on March 13th, 2023.
A good sign? In the Featured Box at 3:33 PM on May 24th, 2023.

Published 2021-10-25 22:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2023-06-18 22:13:13 UTC

Accidental Summoning

Author's Note

Kinks: Foreplay, Blowjob, Stomach Bulge, and a Kinky Imp.

Accidental Summoning

Runic Script was a lonely, horny, teenaged colt. Lonely because he was one of the nerdiest of unicorns, and wasn’t impressively built, so the mares weren’t fawning over him like they would the buckball team. Horny for that same reason, since he’d never been with a mare his own age. He didn’t understand what was so unappealing about himself. While his colors were bland, his magic wasn’t unimpressive. It contrasted nicely with his tan coat and black mane and tail. The only thing that really set him apart were his violet eyes.

He was attending Baltimare’s college to brush up on his ancient languages, trying to understand the old runes that ancient ponies used to perform more complex workings. Like how a team of unicorns could raise and lower the sun and moon without burning up and dying due to mana overstrain. Things like that. It spoke to him on a fundamental level. He’d even found a book that seemed to be written in an old, old version of Ponish, with runes interspersed here and there that seemed to form complete spell chains. He didn’t know what they were, but they all seemed to be grammatically correct.

So, on a hunch, the unicorn colt cleared some room in his apartment and used a little paint to inscribe a circle on the floor. Water-soluble, so it’d wash right off. And on the inside he inscribed the most complete rune chain he’d seen in the book with the same paint, so that all evidence could be washed away that he’d done something to the floor before his landlord could find out.

...Nothing happened once he was done. He waited for a moment before remembering that he’d probably have to give it a jolt of magic to work. His horn lit up and fed magic into the runes.

After a quick spark, the runes glowed ethereally, and pulsed with a life of their own. The glow built before the inner circle was filled with a gout of smoke, hiding the result from the unicorn.

There was coughing from within the smoke. “What in the Hells?” Came a feminine voice, with more than a bit of a southern twang. “Hello?”

A red-skinned hand popped out of the smoke and waved away said smoke.

In the circle was a small biped. She (very clearly a she) was smol, barely making it up to his chest. Her slit-irised, yellow-sclera eyes blinked at him, looking rather confused behind her black-rimmed glasses. Her lips were black, and she had a small, rather cute nose. Her hair, what there was of it, was buzzed close to her head. A pair of short black horns sat atop her head. She was wearing gray sweatpants (he noted the small, black cloven hooves for feet), a v-neck black tank-top, revealing a little bit of cleavage from her small-ish chest, as well as a blue hoodie that hung loose around her shoulders.

“Uh, hi.” She blinked at him. “Y’all call me on purpose?” She looked down at the scribbles on the floor. “Oooooh, I see what went wrong. Y’all got the succubus and imp runes mixed up.” She walked over and grabbed the paintbrush, only to walk back over and make a couple adjustments to one of the runes. “See, only a little different.” She looked over her shoulder. “Easy mistake sweetie, it’s fine.” She smiled at him. “Now, come ta think of it, that’s probably why y’all get all those stories of wizards having imp familiars. Poor guy’s are probably lonely and they end up with, well, somebody like me.”

“I, um.” Runic coughed a bit. “I wasn’t actually expecting it to work,” he admitted, floating over the book he’d copied the runes out of. “The language this is written in is really old, and the meanings of some words have drifted over time. I didn’t know what it would do, so I’m sorry to have bothered you.”

“Aww, it’s fine honey. Coulda been much worse, all things considered.” She patted his shoulder. “Yer kinda lucky, you call a succubus and she’da fucked ya stupid, literally.”

At that the colt blushed. “I, wasn’t aware that was a possibility,” he admitted. “I was just trying to get the runes to work.”

“Well, Ah’m proud a ya, y’all did yer first demon-summoning and aren’t dead or some hussies bitch.” She smiled sweetly. “An’ where are my manners, my mom’d tan my ass, Ah’m Mandy.” She held out a small hand.

“Runic Script,” the colt replied, putting one of his forehooves in her hand, not sure where she’d go from there. “So. I don’t exactly know a whole lot of the runes in the book, I just picked the most complete looking runic sentence and went with it,” he informed Mandy. “I’m not sure I can...send you back.”

“That’s just fine, most exciting thing ta happen ta me in… ever.” She giggled while shaking his hoof, what she could get her hand around. “See, Ah’m just an office drone. Actually y’all caught me when Ah was gettin ready for a night in, after work. Ah could use a vacation, even if it’s extended.”

“Okay then…” Runic blinked at her nonchalant attitude. “So...what do you want to do first?” he asked the imp. “I mean, it’s only fair, I pulled you out of your home, you should decide what I can do to repay you.”

“Well what do y’all do fer fun?” She asked, tilting her head a little as she shrugged out of her hoodie. “Though, that probably means somethin’ different if yer just a lonely stallion.” She winked and stuck her tongue out at him.

“I mean, the most fun I’ve had over the past few days has been trying to decipher the runes in that book,” the colt admitted, finally putting it down on a nearby table. “Mares don’t exactly go for a lanky unicorn when there are impressive earth pony stallions who attend the college on a buckball scholarship to pick from.”

“Awwww, an’ here I was gonna ask if y’all had any friends, or girlfriends for that matter.” She patted his shoulder again. “Ya poor thing. Y’all… gotta take care a yerself. If y’all have a sex drive, that is. An’ please tell me ta shut up if ya need to, nobody really gives a fuck where Ah’m from.”

“I mean, I care, I summoned you here, I ought to care about your well-being,” Runic countered, before coughing awkwardly, blushing, and looking away. “And, yeah. Sometimes I’m around the stallions and the mares flirt with them...or flirt their tails, and I see things, and I have to go home to take care of the issue before I’m presenting in public.”

“Aww, honey.” She cooed, reaching up to stroke his mane. “Y’all ever been laid?”

Runic couldn’t form a verbal answer, instead opting to shake his head so he didn’t squeak out of embarrassment.

“Ya wanna get laid?” She asked, meeting his eyes as if to make sure it was what he wanted.

“I mean,” he said with a slightly higher tone. “I don’t want to impose on you...but if you’re offering, I wouldn’t say no…”

“Wanna just take it slow, or would ya rather just dive in tha deep end?” She asked. “I wanna make sure you’re comfortable, since, well, it’s been quite awhile for me. I don’t wanna push ya, if yer not ready for anythin.”

“I’m...more than ready,” the nerdy unicorn said. “I’ve just never had anyone to...do anything with. I’m mentally prepared, just physically inexperienced.” The way he kept reminding himself to take deep breaths and not shiver in anticipation was a testament to his mental self-control.

“Wanna fix that?” She asked as she tugged her tank-top up and over her head, letting her small breasts bounce a little. “And since yer, already naked, mind if I join ya?”

“I mean, it would make the whole thing...easier,” he pointed out, doing his best to not stare as she revealed more of herself to him.

“What, y’all like mah boobs?” She asked, looking a little surprised as she tugged her sweatpants down and stepped out of them, leaving herself in her black panties.

“The only thing I’ve seen comparable to them are mare’s teats, which aren’t the same,” the colt pointed out.

“So, it’s more a new thing.” She said, tugged her panties down, maybe a little slower than necessary as she bent over and showed off her rather plump ass and puffy pussy lips.

That started to get the colt riled up, his sheath plumping up as his shaft started to inflate due to what she was showing off. He breathed a little deeper, knowing that this was the reaction she wanted. This time, he told himself, it was alright to show off.

She turned around. “Well got damn, I’d say y’all are packin, but then again that’s probably a pony thing.” She met his eyes. “This is a stupid question, but ya ever get a handjob?”

In response, the stallion held up a hoof and wiggled it around, even as his cock started to emerge from its sheath like a snake leaving a hole.

“Right, stupid question, um, ya want one?” She asked, putting her hands on her hips.

“I mean, you’re small enough that you could probably just duck down under me and-” Runic started to say.

She immediately ducked under him, she ran her her tongue over her hands and slowly, starting at the flare, ran her hands down the growing shaft. “Sorry, y’all are big, need ta use two. And don’t ya worry if ya bust quick like, it’s fine sweetie. We have all… Ah’m assumin it’s evenin’?”

“Just...turned that way,” the colt confirmed. His cock was large enough that both her hands barely made a complete circle around it, and long enough that were she mortal it’d take up most of her chest cavity. It was certainly a new sensation, getting two small, slick hands around his shaft. He was going to say he had experience with his hoof and could last a while, but he wasn’t so sure now that her hands were around him.

“Sam Hell, y’all’d turn me inta a cocksock regardless a which end ya wanted ta fuck.” She commented as she ran her hands up to the flare then stroked down to his medial ring, only to lightly massage and gently squeeze it.

“A-ah…careful,” the colt warned. “If you tease that bit too much I won’t last.”

Her hands slid up to massage his flare. “Now don’t tell me ya haven’t wanted ta bust all over a mare’s face.”

“I-if I do that, you’ll get...painted white,” he managed to warn through his pants.

“Ah’ll just wash off in yer sink or somethin. Tempted ta just-” She went quiet before her lips pressed against his flare.

Runic’s eyes widened. She wouldn’t try to suck on him, would she?

She hummed as he felt her hot mouth slowly take his flare. Her lips sealed around the flared head and he felt her tongue tease around. Her hands slid down and squeezed and rubbed back and forth over his medial ring.

Her digits, the warmth, the mimicking of being inside a mare, was all too much for the young stallion. His cock twitched a few times, which was the only warning Mandy got before she received squirt after squirt of stallion seed directly in her mouth.

He felt her start to swallow. Her hands quickly stroked to get the most out of him. Then he felt her start to softly suck, drinking the seed seeping from his cock.

It took a minute for him to stop cumming, and eventually he looked under himself, somehow already knowing he wouldn’t see a mess.

Mandy’s head came away with a light pop. She used a hand to wipe away a small dribble, then proceeded to lick it off. “Messes can be hot, but Ah don’t wanna leave a mess on yer floor.” She said, looking at the upside-down face.

“...Now I feel kinda bad that I didn’t do anything for you,” the colt replied, once he’d come down off his high.

“Ya got a couch or a bed?” She asked. “Cause ya certainly can while ya wait ta get hard again.”

“I mean...you assume that’s going to take a while,” the colt pointed out. “But sure, the bedroom’s through that door over there.” He pointed with a hoof.

She stepped out from under him, only to climb up onto his back. “Well then, let’s go.”

Runic chuckled before walking over to the bedroom door and going through, revealing a decently sized bed, far too much for a single pony, and well-made besides. He shut the door behind them and walked up to the bedside, letting his imp passenger climb off onto the comfy piece of furniture.

“This is nice, seems a bit too big, but it’s fine.” She said as she laid down on the comforter. “And ya could easily just lay me down, press mah tits ta the bed and rail me as hard as ya want. Y’all could do that unless ya wanna go explorin.” She winked, reaching down to spread her puffy pink lips. A line of slick licked the lips between her fingers.

...Well, she’d been kind enough for his pleasure. He could return the favor. His horn lit up and dragged the imp over to the edge of the bed. Bringing her hips into easy licking range. The colt leaned down and let his large, flat tongue lick over the lips between her legs, tasting her lust as he pleasured her with his oral organ.

“Mmmm, really tempted ta just grab yer head and hump ya, but that’d be rude. And y’all are bein so gentle.” She cooed softly, lightly running her hands over his muzzle as he licked.

Gentle, huh? Well, if that wasn’t an invitation to go harder…

His tongue licked over her lips a final time. Then on the next lick, he pushed inwards, letting his massive (to her) tongue invade her pussy as he licked her innards.

“Oh Baby!” She gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. Her legs pressed into the sides of his head. “Y’all are a natural! M-mmm!”

Runic pushed his tongue as deep as it could go, before slowly pulling almost the whole thing out. Then he hammered it home again, only this time repeating how quickly he’d moved on the downstroke as well. Instead of regular fucking her, he was doing it with his tongue.

She grunted, shifting to curl over his head. She hugged his head to her breasts as her legs hugged his neck. “Fuck me! Fuck me Baby!”

This was something Runic had only read about, but it seemed the time to try it. With his tongue deep in the imp, his nose pushed around until it found something small and throbbing between her lips. Then he nuzzled it, flicking the tiny clit with his nose on every thrust his tongue made, grinding it between their bodies.

“There! R-right there Honey! F-fuck!” She gasped out. “Almost sweetie- Y-ya c-can finally brag th-that y’all know how ta- m-make a g-girl- Ahhh!” She cried out humping his face as he felt the warm, spicy liquid assault his tongue.

Well, she had done the same for him. Taking ahold of her in his magic and holding her close to his muzzle, the stallion made sure the fluid didn’t escape, and that it all went straight down his throat. He didn’t want to get his bed messy yet.

“G-good- G-good boy.” She breathed, her soaked lips still twitching around his tongue. “Y-ya know what y-yer doin…”

Runic for his part just kept holding the imp up with his magic, waiting for her to stop twitching before withdrawing his tongue and putting the smaller form down on his bed.

“Woooweee…” She breathed. “Haven’t been tongue-fucked like that in… forever. Ah’m fuckin keepin you.” She giggled, laying limply on the bed as she caught her breath.

Then she noticed that the colt hadn’t been lying earlier, he was already hard again. His cock throbbed and twitched under his barrel.

“Awww, honey, y’all wanna bury that somewhere?” She asked with a wink. “Would it be easier for me ta roll over?”

The colt looked down at her before frowning. “I’m mostly worried about hurting you,” he pointed out. “You’re kinda small compared to me after all.”

“Honey, y’all ever look up some kinky comics?” She asked, raising a brow with a bit of a smirk.

“I’m not sure I’ve ever looked up anything like this,” he confessed.

“So the term stomach bulge doesn’t mean anythin to ya?” She giggled, lightly squeezing a breast.

“I’m pretty sure this goes beyond that,” the colt countered.

“Honey, I’ll be blunt, demons in general are durable, and damn-near immortal. Also, imps can stretch, if ya know what I mean.” She explained. “It’s some really weird shit, but I assure ya sweetie, I’ll be fine. Y’all can make me a cocksock, just hold my shoulders and go ham.”

Well, with permission given…

The colt climbed up on the bed and sat on his haunches, spreading his forelegs to reveal that towering spire of stallion flesh. His magic picked the imp up and pointed her pussy at the flared head of his cock, his hooves going up to grip her around her waist. “You’re sure,” he confirmed one last time.

She reached down and held his flare against her lips. “Push.”

He did.

Despite some initial resistance to getting the flare in, she sunk down on the rest of his shaft, gliding across it. She gasped, breath temporarily knocked out of her. She took a deep breath. “T-told ya, Honey. How do Ah feel?”

“Honestly?” Runic shifted around a bit. “Hot, tight, wet, and like I could just leave you there and...walk around. You feel...secure there.”

“Tha’s hot.” She snorted, only to flex and squeeze at the massive shaft visibly bulging out of her stomach. “But just ya wait.” Her hands reached down and she started to massage and stroke. The colt let out a gasp as she did, the cock visibly twitching inside of her with each ministration.

“That feels so much better,” he admitted.

“Y’all don’t need ta move.” Mandy groaned softly. Her hands massaged the flared bulge, only for her legs to stretch out and gently rub against his balls. “Want mama ta take care a ya while yer buried in her?”

“Oh fuck,” Runic hissed. “Mandy you feel so good,” he admitted. “I’m not sure how long I’ll last like this.”

“Mmmm, how many times ya think ya could bust in a row?” She asked, her hands sliding down, feeling for his medial ring as her calves rubbed against his fuzzy balls.

“I-I don’t know,” he admitted, his cock already threatening to unload again.

“Let’s find out.” She said with a husky growl. A hand slid up and squeezed at his flare, as the other started to quickly press and rub over his medial ring. “Just let it all out.”

His cock twitched a few times before her stomach started to bulge for an entirely different reason, stallion seed being deposited as deep as possible in the smol imp.

She only squeezed and rubbed faster. “Gimme all of it honey. M-mmmm, fuck, m-might need ta deposit all this in a bathroom when we’re done.” She groaned as her stomach swelled.

It took another minute for the stallion to finish inflating the imp, before he sat back, taking the imp with him as his cock held her up.

She rested against his stomach and moaned softly as she rubbed her at her clit. “D-don’t mind me, y’all just feel good.”

“You feel amazing,” the stallion admitted, one hoof rubbing between her horns.

“You feel amazing.” She teased before she let out a breathy gasp. She only managed a few weak squeezes. “Ah’m good… Fuck, gonna make a mess when I get off ya.”

“We can go to the bathroom for the uncorking,” the stallion promised.

“Great idea, might wanna do that in tha shower.” She giggled. “How are ya feelin, sweetie?”

“Honestly?” The colt thought about it for a moment. “Like a great weight’s been lifted off my chest. Something I’ve never had the chance to do, I finally did, and enjoyed it.”

“That’s cause y’all just pumped that great weight inta me.” She snorted.

That had been a week ago. And Runic still hadn’t figured out how to send Mandy back. Then again, he was given very good incentives not to.

“Made ya some lunch.” Mandy announced herself, carrying a tray over her head while she only wore an apron. “How’s the translating going? Ya sure ya don’t want mah help?”

“I’d be admitting defeat then, and you know I don’t do that,” Runic teased. After a look in the mirror from the first day, he’d found he finally got his mark, which was a set of runes. Apparently he was meant to work with the runic tongue for spellwork. He just didn’t have the good fortune to have a more modern book with any runes in them. So he was also having to major in mostly extinct languages to translate the books with the runes in.

Of course, the past week had been a delirious blur of pleasure, as Mandy was demonstrating. She believed in kitchen safety. And also being treated like a toy.

“Lemme know if ya need a break.” She winked at him, putting the tray on the table and turning around, showing off her ass as she looked over her shoulder and winked at him.

Runic’s horn lit up and took her apron off, before slowly pulling the imp to rest against his hardening cock. It was only the work of a moment before she was back under him, being supported only by his length as he studied the book. “A distraction is always welcome~” he purred.

“And Ah’m one Hell of a distraction.”

Interspecies relations

Author's Note

Kinks: Big Zeeb on Smol Dergan, Kinky Dragons, Stomach Bulge, Wearable Dragon

Interspecies relations

Zerkhan was one of the Friendship School’s first zebra students. The elders had almost been insulted by the fact that the new princess hadn’t thought to extend an invitation to their tribes for one of their young to come and learn from their allies. But the zebra colt had eventually been selected. He had a talent for potions and zebra shamanism, like some of his tribe, and there wasn’t much more he could learn from the tribe as it was. He would need to learn the rest from the land and the spirits, and there was nothing saying he couldn’t spend a few years in Equestria on his spirit journey.

He got along well with all his classmates, even if he did have a bit of an accent and sometimes slipped into Zebrican when he couldn’t think of the proper word. They understood, and didn’t hold it against him. And thankfully he seemed to be in a different class than the biggest troublemakers of the institute. He didn’t think he could handle that amount of chaos in his daily life.

As it was, he was a model student. He especially loved learning in Miss Fluttershy’s classes. She often would go into lessons that diverged into things that happened in nature, and sometimes even things in the forest, which intrigued the zebra colt every time they were brought up. He hoped one day he could go to said forest and commune with it directly.

As it was, it was just about lunchtime, and the striped colt was headed to his locker to swap out his books for the latter half of the day’s classes before going to get something to eat. He’d just about gotten the combination in when he was...interrupted.

“‘Scuse me, can I get underneath you?” Spoke a raspy feminine voice from somewhere by his hooves. “I got the lower locker.”

“Oh?” Zerkhan blinked and looked down, to catch sight of who had asked.

It- she was a dragon. A small dragon. A small orange dragon with a mohawk-like set of purple scales going from the top of her head down to the tip of her tail. Her underbelly was a lighter-tanish-orange, though his eyes lingered on the… mounds... on her chest. He never knew why dragons, mostly female dragons, had breast-like features on their chests but they did. He made to move his eyes away, only to look further down to her shapely waist. He blinked and quickly snapped up to meet her eyes. Her teal eyes were half-lidded and a scaly brow was raised.

“Get a good look?” She deadpanned.

“Apologies,” Zerkhan stepped to one side, so she could access her locker. “I have not seen a female dragon as...what is the word,” he muttered, trying to think of the Equestrian for it.

“Tiny?” She offered. “Smol? Compressed? Underdeveloped?”

“Cute,” he offered. “With the potential to become beautiful when you grow into your beauty. Most dragons are more...” He gestured with his hooves to indicate a spikier, more fearsome dragon. “But you are built to be beautiful when you grow.”

She blinked. “Sure. I’ll be stuck at this size for a few decades at least, so I’d give it a few millennia. Won’t get my wings, if I can get wings, for at least another twenty years.” She finished as flat as the rest of her responses have been. “Got any other jokes?”

“Well,” Zerkhan hummed. “I could brew up a strong temporary aging potion? I am very gifted in the art, but the doses are not meant for dragons. It might take a few before you could see what you will look like that far in the future.”

She opened her locker and swapped out a few books. “Nah. Potions and I don’t mix, trust me, mom and dad tried. Thanks anyway.” She glanced up at him. “Seems you’ve been sampling your own supply, you’re built like a house.”

“Ah, no, this is the result of being in an energy rich land,” Zerkhan chuckled, having swapped out his own books and now running a hoof through his mohawk-like mane. “I am attuned to the spirits, to the...magic of the land. And being here has had an effect on my growth. It is why I offered the potion, I could probably make a powerful one and I wanted to gauge how powerful my talents have become.”

“Well feel free to try it on anyone else.” She rolled her eyes and shut her locker. “I’m used to this size and I don’t want to have to deal with boosted greed-growth again.”

“Ah,” the zebra colt nodded. “A wise answer. So intelligent and cute as well. Any male will be lucky to have you when you pick them, for I get the impression you are older than I might assume.”

“Twenty. So, adult among ponies, still young in dragon terms. Not a baby any more, though that doesn’t stop other dragons from saying it.” She rolled her eyes.

“Well, miss, what is your name?” the zebra offered. “Mine is Zerkhan, and it has been nice meeting you.”

“I’m Smolder.” She nodded at him. “Same. What’s your next class?”

“Ah, I was going to lunch, and after that-” the colt checked his schedule. “I have Miss Fluttershy’s class.”

“Right, lunch.” She blinked, seemingly thinking. “And so do I actually, the class that is. Wanna get some lunch together, don’t really have anyone else to spend lunch with.”

“That sounds...acceptable,” the zebra said, making sure he pronounced the word correctly. “I usually have to bring a shaker of spices from Zebrica to my salads for a little taste of home.”

“Oh, you like spicy food?” She asked, reopening her locker and shoving the books back inside.

“Just a few things from home, herbs and the like I cannot find here,” the colt answered. “Sometimes one gets nostalgic for the things and tastes they were raised in.” He pulled out a small glass vial of what he was talking about and shook it around for emphasis.

“It’s hard to get decent food around here. Unless it tastes like fire, or has gems in it, then it’ll be bland.” She shrugged. “Might have to steal some from ya.”

“I have a few, and I can grow some more,” he agreed readily. “So, lunch it is.” He closed his own locker and waited for Smolder to make a move before trotting next to her towards the cafeteria.

“Hey, since you treat me decent,” She paused, glancing around. “Can I, uh, pay you back?”

“...Do the others not treat you well?” he frowned, thinking it over. “That sounds like something to bring up to-”

“Yo, can I just be blunt?” She deadpanned.

“Um. I apologise?” he offered. Sometimes he misinterpreted what others were trying to say. He was still taking in the culture.

“I am a horny little dragon, and that never gets a second glance because I am smol.” She stated, leaning against the lockers. “No, Smolder doesn’t have any needs, she’s clearly a child. You seem like a decent person, feel free to turn me down, but I wanna find a closet and suck your dick.”

“Ah.” Zerkhan thought about it for a moment. “Well, I have only one reservation about it, but if you want to do it, I’ll accompany you,” he said. “I’ve not had a female before,” he admitted.

“What’s the issue?” She asked. “Get that out of the way, unless it’s you’ve never done anything with a female, then it’s fine.”

“That is exactly it,” he confirmed with a nod. “I have no idea how this is supposed to go. Any of it.”

She snorted. “Wanna play doctor?”

Zerkhan shrugged a little. “If you can find your alleged closet, I’ll sit down and let you play with me first,” he offered.

She pushed off the locker and gestured for him to follow. After turning a few corners, she found a small janitor’s closet just across from some restrooms. “Ta da.” She announced blandly as the pair sat in the closet (and Smolder locked the door behind them.)

Zerkhan shrugged his saddlebags off onto the floor and sat on his haunches facing the door and the dragoness. He moved his forehooves out of the way and displayed what swung between his hind legs for her. Naturally he wasn’t erect yet, they’d only been talking about it for a few minutes, But she could see a bit of plumpness where his length would emerge from.

She crawled forward and plopped herself in front of his sack. “Well damn, you look hung.” A claw lightly ran over his balls. One might fit in the palm of her hand at a time before filling the whole thing up.

“Ah...part of being here for as long as I have been,” the zebra chuckled. “Growth spurt fueled by magic.”

“Ya wanna see mine?” She asked, standing up, now actually at his height (though it was only when he was sitting on his haunches.)

“Maybe in a minute,” he deferred. “Let’s get something started and then I’ll return whatever favor you bestow on me.”

“Suits me.” She shrugged and groped both his balls in her claws. “Shit.” She said while fondling them. “They’re kinda heavy.”

“I haven’t really had time to...myself since I came to this land,” Zerkhan explained as his cock started to grow out of his sheath. If the balls could take a hand each to grope, then this pillar of flesh would probably take both hands to make a good seal around it.

“Wait, really?” She looked up at his face. “Not once? Dude.” She frowned.

“The princess means well, I am sure,” the zebra offered. “But she has made a special case out of mine, wanting to make sure I am happy since she almost excluded zebras. So she or one of her friends checks on me...daily. And that usually kills the mood.”

“Wanna fix that?” She raised a brow. “Oh, and what do you think about playing hooky?”

“I don’t know that term,” the zebra admitted as his cock finally put the medial ring out of the sheath. Forget taking that thing for most mares, they’d split in half.

“Skip class to properly release all this tension.” She said while sliding her claws up his growing shaft.

“...Well,” he admitted as his cock throbbed under her touch. “Miss Fluttershy is very understanding about such things. I’m sure we could skip her class without getting in too much trouble. And you’re making a very good argument as to why I might want to.”

A claw slid up and lightly fondled and squeezed his flared tip. “Well we’re only doing natural animal things. Well, -ish.” She giggled and shrugged, before leaning in and kissing the tip.

That got her colt to let out a hiss as he held himself still, but there was still a little, instinctive buck of his hips into her maw.

She smiled. “Oh, ya like that big boy?” She asked before lolling out her… surprisingly long tongue and ran it around the flare, slowly coating his tip and upper shaft in her spit.

“Mmmmmm…” the zebra hummed. “I, I think I know how to pay my respects for what you’re doing,” he eventually said. “I just don’t know how to do it and not have this stop.”

Her hand started to stroke the newly lubricated upper shaft with a claw. “Oh? Tell me.”

“Well I could, lick you,” he offered, glancing down to her legs, where he was sure a slit waited. “But I don’t know how we would do both at the same time.”

She pulled away a sec. “Mmmm, back against the wall please.”

Zerkhan was quick to comply, scooting against an uncovered wall and leaving himself still exposed for her.

She stood up and walked over to him. “Mmmm. Idea.” She paused then took his shaft in her claws and slowly rocked her hips and ground her hot crotch against his shaft. “I was gonna do a handstand, mmmm, but this is nice. Unless you want me to hold onto your face.” She giggled a little breathlessly.

“I’m just not sure that will all fit inside y-” Zerkhan started to say, even going as far as raising a hoof in concern.

“I’m stretchy.” She countered, grinding on his shaft like it was some exotic stripper pole. “Also I don’t want to jump to that yet, this is too much fun.”

“It is...enjoyable,” he admitted. “And maybe your earlier idea has merit?” he offered. “I could, hold your legs up here and lick you, and you could dangle down towards my length.”

She paused, hummed, then crawled over his length and up his stomach, before trying to perch on his face and twist around to dangle off him.

The zebra, for his part, did catch on quickly, and used his hooves to hold her legs in place while she dangled. Once her breath touched on his length, he began licking between her legs, where he could already smell a sweet scent of arousal.

She grunted into her bitten lip then reached out and grabbed his length in her claws, only to bring his tip to her lips. She kissed it then started to lick around the flare.

Zerkhan had found her lips and licked all around them, gathering the taste of her arousal on his tongue. It tasted sweet and also smokey, like fire. Then he began pushing his tongue beyond her lips, to lap at the source of the nectar.

“Mmmlem.” She paused. “You sure you’ve never done this before?”

The zebra held her slightly away from his face before replying. “I have not,” he confirmed. “I’m just doing to you what you’re doing to me.”

“Oh, well then-” Her mouth dove onto his length and she started to suckle and swirl her tongue around his head.

Zerkhan actually dropped her hips in slight shock at the sudden good feeling, and then realized she’d...taken a lot more after being dropped. A good half of his shaft had suddenly been sheathed in her mouth and throat. She was actually being held up by his cock.

“Mmmph!” She quickly patted the back of her head, trying to bob her head. He felt droplets of her lust drip from her lips onto his stomach. He grabbed ahold of her legs and slowly eased her back up so that he wasn’t as deep in her, so that she could spit his cock out if she wanted. Mostly he went slow so he didn’t nick himself on her teeth.

Her head slowly tugged off his shaft. “Fuuuck.” She breathed. “That was hot…”

“I’m sorry?” Zerkhan offered. “It was an accident, I didn’t mean to let go-”

“Zerkhan, want to face fuck me?” She asked, glancing at him.

“...I assume dropping you again would be involved,” he theorized.

“Or you could just slowly push me down your shaft.” She offered. “Wanna see how much I can take, for funzies?”

“...As long as you wouldn’t be hurt,” the zebra stipulated.

“Dragons are durable, and stretchy.” She said with a nod. “Unless you want to try my other holes.”

“...Maybe in a minute,” the zebra stipulated. “Okay. Ready to try it again?” he asked, before licking her lips once with his tongue.

“Mmmmhmmm.” She said with a nod before opening her maw and taking him into her mouth.

Zerkhan started lowering the dragoness down on his length, waiting for her to signal that it was too much. She’d say so, surely, when she hit her limit. He reached the back of her mouth...was into her throat now…

Her legs squeezed the sides of his head while her claws stroked his shaft as she took more and more of it. Zerkhan made his tongue invade the tunnel beyond her lips as he kept lowering the dragoness. That was his medial ring coming up, surely she’d tell him to stop now. Her claws squeezed and started tugging herself down his shaft. Her hips slowly bucked into his mouth.

...It couldn’t be that easy, right? The zebra let go once again to see how far she could take the cock into her without anything stopping her, only using a hoof to hold her hips close to his mouth so he could keep licking her.

She reached a claw back and patted her backside, as if to say, ‘push me.’

...Hesitantly, the zebra did so, gently pushing down with one hoof.

She moaned and he felt her continuously swallow. There was a bulge growing in her stomach. He reached his other hoof forward and rubbed along it, shuddering as he felt himself rubbing along his length through a scaly sock.

Then both hooves found her rear and pushed Smolder down, hard.

Her snoot bumped his balls. Her legs quivered. Suddenly there was a small squirt of liquid from her pussy. Zerkhan leaned in and down and assaulted her lips with his tongue, using his new sheath for his cock for his and her pleasure. Her legs clamped onto his face and her lips ground into his tongue.

The two sat there in a 69 position as the zebra kept licking while not moving the small dragoness up or off at all, just trying to get her off and bring her as much pleasure as having her on him brought him.

She patted his balls, as if asking to get off. The zebra was slow to react, but eventually leaned back and brought the dragoness up and off with him. The moment she was off she kissed him fiercely.

“Mmmph!” he said into the kiss, not resisting at all but confused about what she was trying to convey.

She broke the kiss, panting a little. “You’re amazing.” She got off him and bent over, lifting her tail and spreading her pussy. “Pick a hole.” She groaned as her lust dripped onto the floor. “Fill this tiny dragon.”

Zerkhan slowly got to his hooves and walked over to the dragoness, before sitting next to her again and using his hooves to pick her up again. He lined up her dripping pussy with his still hard cock and lowered her once again. “I don’t think I could have gone low enough when you were standing up,” he joked.

“This. This is better.” She nodded, spreading her legs in the air. “Just hold me and treat me like a pocket pussy or something.”

His length impacted her spread lips and started to force its way into her, the flared head spreading her and rearranging her insides.

“Ooooh fuuuuck….” She groaned out, her legs twitching. “Gimme all of it.”

Once a good quarter of his length was inside the dragoness, he stopped holding her up. She still stayed in place because of his cock, but now he reached a hoof up onto her head and started pushing down instead.

“Mmmph!” She squeaked, clenching her claws before grabbing and holding her feet to hold her legs open. “H-how do I f-feel?”

“Like the warmest, wettest, tightest thing I have ever felt,” he admitted, letting his cock throb a little inside the dragoness. “I almost want to just push you down and leave you there, go about the rest of the day with you attached to me.”

“Th-that’d be hot!” She gasped. “B-but n-not today. M-might need to wait for that.” She half-babbled. “I-I’m so f-full! It’s s-so h-hot!”

The medial ring bumped up against her lips, and with a bit of force she went past it. “I’m afraid you might not be sane once you reach the bottom,” the zebra confessed. “What with how you’re talking.”

“What, want me to just be a babbling cocksock?” She snorted, a little of her snarkiness back. “Or do you want me to shut up so you can properly fuck me?”

“I mean, if you are offering,” the zebra teased as she eased down another segment of his shaft. “The other students might ask questions but I’ll tell them to mind their own business for you.”

“So y-you’re saying you wanna do this again?” She said, glancing back at him. “Wanna p-pound me in better places than a fucking closet?” She snickered.

Thump

And that was her hitting home on his length, having sequestered it all inside of her.

“I was more thinking of just slinging you under my body so you’re never far from my length,” the zebra answered. “Or under my desk at school.”

“Y-you’re a little domineering freak.” She gasped, rubbing her clit (now visible thanks to her stretched pussy) with a claw. “I love it. But wouldn’t it be hotter to nail me in class on top of the desk, where you can show off?”

“I could just sit back in my chair with you on me as I use you like a toy,” he offered. “Or walk around with you right now, I doubt you’d say no~”

“But you haven’t cum yet.” She countered. “Don’t you want to see my stomach swell up first?”

“Truuuue,” Zerkhan admitted. One hoof went to her hips and-

Okay, she should not have tempted fate. Now he was using her like a living cocksock as he lifted her up and down his length.

“Ah!” She yelped. “J-just like that!”

Zerkhan only picked up the speed, treating her now like a living cumdump as he used both hooves to slam her up and down. She never had the medial ring pop out of her, but he still rearranged her internal organs with every thrust. He felt her ripple and clamp around him, not that it did anything in stopping his use of her.

“C-cumming!” Smolder squealed, squirting onto the floor of the closet.

The zebra just didn’t stop, still using her through her orgasm. But once it was done he did twitch a few times inside of her before holding her down on his length. A warmth travelled up to his flared head, and suddenly she was filled in a whole new way.

She shuddered as her stomach started to swell until it hit its limit and hot zebra seed started to drool out of her pussy lips. He held her down for a solid minute, the pool only growing, before he panted and let go of the dragoness.

“...You still with us?” he asked the small dragon.

“Uh-huh.” She nodded slowly.

“Capable of coherent thought?” He prodded her stomach a little, hearing it slosh.

“Little bit.” She nodded again.

“Objections to us walking out attached like this?” he questioned with a smirk.

“Do whatever.” She mumbled.

“In that case,” Zerkhan stood up, making Smolder sway under his belly. “I’m attending all my classes with you attached like this before taking you back to my dorm and fucking you all night.”

“You really know how to treat a lady.” Smolder giggled with a stupid smile on her face.

“You’ll be lucky to be off of me from now on~” Zerkhan teased. “You’re a portable fuckbuddy.”

“The best kind.”

Habits of a traditional octopone

Author's Note

Kinks: Tentacle-Pone, Horny Dragon, Tentacle Fuckin.

Habits of a traditional octopone

Life was easy for Handy Hooves. Well, easy enough. He wasn’t stupid durable or strong like some Earth Ponies. But he was still strong enough to do things like haul his cart of tools around all day without breaking a sweat. He’d made a habit of learning how to repair devices, maintain the buildings in the town of Manehatten, things like that. He’d made a name for himself for either knowing how to fix something, or knowing somepony who knew.

It could also have been the set of tentacles coming out of his withers that he usually kept coiled around his middle. That might have been it. The violet stallion gave a mental shrug at the idea. He didn’t understand it any better than the medical professionals who had been examining him on and off for most of his life. All he knew was, they were long, thin, fully prehensile, and he could put a bit of his Earth-Pony strength into them if he focused.

By day, he was a repair pony, a handy-hoof. By night…

Well, he had a bit of a reputation in bars. Mostly for punching above his weight class and leaving no femme unsatisfied. His black mane and tail complimented his blue eyes, making him seem to be a stallion of mostly darker colors. It had earned him a few slurred conversations in bars, which had rapidly turned into nights of passion.

All in all, he enjoyed his life. For the most part. The problem he had was personal, because he had yet to encounter a femme who could withstand the way he used his full suite of appendages at night. And he’d tried a few of every species that passed through Manehatten.

Tonight wasn’t very different. Another bar to spend his hard earned bits on. Perhaps he’d get lucky.

He’d plopped his plot into a stool at the bar and started off his evening with some wine and cheese bread. It seemed like the small bar was filled with mostly ponies, and a few griffons. However, a few stools away was a dragon. A dark green dragoness, with dark blue scales on her stomach and chest. Her eyes were ice-blue and she had a pair of horns like a ram’s coiling out of the back of her head. Her wings were on the small side, but knowing magical creatures in general, she’d still probably be able to fly.

She was resting her chin on a claw and was stirring her the ice in her amber-colored drink. She paused, an ear fin twitched and she looked over at Handy. She blinked, then narrowed her eyes at the stallion. Only to get a very confused look on her face.

“You. Purple.” She pointed a claw at him. “What’s with your back?”

“Oh, these?” Handy unrolled one of his tentacles from around his middle and waved it at the dragoness, before using it to pick up his glass of wine and sip it. Once he’d had enough of a taste, he put it back down and continued the line of thought. “Nopony knows, but that hasn’t stopped me from using them like another set of hooves. Or two.” With that he unrolled the other three and waved the whole set at her.

She recoiled for a moment. “What the…” She narrowed her eyes again. “What are you, Purple?”

“Just an Earth Pony with an extra set of limbs,” Handy countered. “I’m a repair pony by day, but by night I look for exotic beauties to take home with me~” he cooed the last line as he lid his eyes in the dragoness’ direction.

“Exotic like griffons, or exotic like…?” She let her question hang with a raised brow.

“I’ve had griffons and zebras before,” Handy mused. “It was nice hearing the catbirds squawk and the zebras rhyme their moaning.” He looked back over at the dragoness. “You’re the first dragoness I’ve seen, though,” he teased. “And I have yet to leave any female...unsatisfied~”

“Hmmmph. Really.” She deadpanned. “So, they’re for compensation.”

“Oh, hardly,” the stallion scoffed, waving a hoof. “They’re for making femmes sing. Whether they be pony, zebra, or diamond dog or griffon. I have yet to find someone capable of withstanding my attentions.”

“Mmmm, how many dragons have you satisfied?” She asked, looking almost unimpressed.

“Like I said, you’re the first one I’ve met in this town,” the stallion admitted. “But I wouldn’t say no to the attempt, if you’ll let me, miss…?”

“Clinker.” She hummed noncommittally. “And, you are, purple?”

“Handy Hooves,” the stallion introduced himself. He used a tentacle to hold his wineglass up before gulping a good portion of it down. “Mmm. Not quite strong enough, but then again, wine isn’t what an earth pony drinks to get drunk.”

“Why wouldn’t you drink to get drunk?” Clinker blinked.

“Well, to start an evening with, to partake in the atmosphere, to see what beautiful treasures there are in the bar, I tend to start with wine,” Handy explained. “Makes me a part of the goings-on, without getting my vision clouded by alcohol.”

“Huh.” She blinked and sucked her drink through her straw. “Mmmm, ponies can’t really make anything that gets me more than buzzed.”

“Ah, see,” Handy used a tentacle to tap the side of his muzzle. “That’s because we can’t exactly sell liquor to only one species of ponies. And Earth Ponies take a lot to get drunk. Fortunately, I know a stallion with a still, and I might have a few cases of bottled Earth Pony liquor back at my place.”

“Now you have my attention.” She raised a curious brow.

“Let’s just say, one bottle of that has me tipsy, and two helps me sleep when I’m alone with my thoughts,” the stallion dangled the idea. “And I have something like two dozen bottles left.”

“Good for you.” She commented, getting up. “So, let’s see if it’s any good.”

“Of course, miss Clinker.” Handy got up and led the way out of the bar, holding the door for her. “I’d be glad to host you for the evening.”

Handy’s apartment was neat enough. There were a few pockets of ‘controlled chaos,’ where things looked disorderly but he insisted that he knew where everything was. There were no major messes or stains, but he did still have things like some dishes in the sink, or laundry in a hamper. When Clinker raised a brow, he shrugged. “I do it in the morning,” he explained easily enough. “Once the caffeine kicks in, I’m more awake and ready to clean.”

“Kay. I don’t like leaving messes myself.” She shrugged back. “Now, where is this stuff?”

“Kitchen,” the stallion replied, pointing towards the large, comfortable-looking couch. “You sit there, I’ll pull it out of the fridge.”

She shrugged again and plodded over to plop onto the couch. Oh wow, that was soft. And yet strong enough to hold her at the same time. It was like the cushioning was molding itself to her.

There was the clinking of bottles from the next room over, and the violet stallion emerged from the kitchen with a box held in his tentacles. “Found it~” he sang as he plopped his flank next to the dragoness. Putting the box in front of them, he opened it and passed a brown bottle over to the drakina.

She tugged the cork free with a pop and immediately took a swing. She let it sit for a moment, then swallowed. “Not great, but not bad.”

“Mhm, thought so,” Handy chuckled, popping the cork out of his own bottle and sipping on his beer slowly. He would rather not be hammered all at once.

“So what do you do, purple?” She asked, looking at the stallion and taking another swig.

“Here, there, anywhere,” he said non-committedly. “Basically, if something needs fixing, or something needs maintaining, I either know how to do it, or know somepony who does. It’s a living, doing odd jobs, but it helps that I can do them very fast with these helping out.” One of his tentacles waved at her again.

“Of course you can, with those things.” She gestured a claw at the tentacles.

“It’s also the reason I tend to try to blend in as much as possible, I got a lot of hate when I grew up and got these,” Handy explained. “I wanted to make sure everypony knew that just because I have these doesn’t mean I’m evil.”

“Pffft, you’re freaky but I’ve seen weirder.” Clinker rolled her eyes.

“Ponies are incredibly hostile to things that vaguely resemble ponies but are off in some small way,” Handy countered. “It takes a lot for them to overcome their initial panic reaction to get them to see you as a person rather than a creature.”

“Yeah, sounds like ponies.” She nodded, taking another swig.

“Yeah.” Handy smirked. “And I have spent the past few years making sure that I’m not seen as a threat. Well...unless you want me to destroy a part of you with my affections. Then the mares seek me out.” He took another slow sip of his beer, already starting to feel it.

“Ponies are weird.” Clinker raised a brow at him. “Then again, most ponies are pretty squishy.”

“Earth ponies are a little more durable than most,” Handy countered. “Though we are notably not coated in scales that can resist lava like dragons.”

“Lava baths are awesome though.” She said with a gasp. “I gotta get water super hot to get close to it.”

“Dragons,” Handy shook his head with a smirk. “Well, you’ve had a bit of the beer now. How do you find it?”

“Eh.” She shrugged. “It’s not bad.”

“Well, I know that I can’t handle more than one and stay conscious, so you can feel free to help yourself to the box if you feel like our puny pony liquor isn’t strong enough,” Handy teased.

“Sweet.” She chugged the rest of hers, set the bottle down, then went for a second. Handy just sat back and watched in morbid fascination as she went through the case.

“...How, many are you intending to drink?” he eventually asked.

She paused with the bottle to her lips as she stared at him. She just shrugged. Handy rolled his eyes and began using his tentacles to pick up the discarded bottles, neatly putting them away again.

She chugged down half the second before setting it down. “And now I’m starting to feel a tingle.”

“I’m glad some of our strongest brews are enough to make you feel a buzz,” Handy smirked. “I just hope you don’t drink me dry, this stuff isn’t exactly cheap.”

She finished the second and held out the bottle. “I’ll try not to. You might have a thing with the, not drinking to get drunk, thing.”

Handy took the bottle in one of his tentacles and packed it away again. “So, what brings a lovely drakina like yourself to a town like this one?” the stallion posed.

“I… live here?” She blinked at him. “I work with a blacksmith.”

“Huh. I haven’t seen you around before,” the stallion mused. “And I have gone through quite a few femmes in my years.”

“So does that make you a stud or a stallion whore?” The dragon asked bluntly.

“I guess it depends on how you look at it,” the stallion countered. “I don’t just sleep with anypony, and I let them know ahead of time that I tend not to settle. My expectations are a little high.” He waved a hoof as he explained. “I’ve learned a lot of tricks, and I want someone able to stand up to them, pony or not. That way I can get the fun part out of the way first before doing the work of building up a relationship, earning a second go if I succeed in that endeavor.”

“Huh, so nodragon’s managed to pin you down yet?” She asked. “That’s surprising.”

“Oh, many have tried, once they get past the whole-” he waved a tentacle around. “-Initial reaction like you have. The problem is, I said, I have high standards. I tend to…” He chuckled a little, bashfully. “Put it this way. I haven’t gotten my dick wet since I turned eighteen. I’m too much of a gentlestallion to put it in when the femme’s out of it so badly they can only moan.”

“Dude, you haven’t busted in a mare? Ever?” She blinked in shock.

“At least I know I don’t have any tentacle-foals out there,” Handy countered.

“Well I guess you gotta point, but, still.” Clinker frowned as she reached for another bottle.

“Yeah. I try to be polite after breaking their minds a little,” Handy chuckled. “So, I keep myself to myself, let them recover on my bed, take the couch, and assure them that nothing major happened when they wake up the next morning.”

“Nah, dude. You.” She pointed at him. “Me.” She pointed at herself. “You need some hot dragon pussy.”

“Well, I mean, if you think you can handle all the tricks I’ve come up with over the years,” Handy mused. “I mean, I have more than a few things I can do with my tentacles...though, admitted, I think I can cut half the tricks out. I’m fairly sure your scales would stop most of it.”

“Yeah.” She shrugged, slouching and spreading her legs. “So! Try to please me.”

Handy smirked, getting off the couch and stepping over, sitting in front of her. He sat still for a moment, looking her in the eyes, just smirking.

Then his tentacles twitched, and the assault on Clinker’s pussy began in earnest, all four reaching forward. Two spread her lips apart while the other two delved greedily and deep, twisting like the most exotic toy she’d never had.

“Mmmmm…” She hummed, smirking at him. “Greedy little pone.” She said, popping the cork and taking a swig from the bottle.

“Greedy? Noooo,” Handy trailed off, his smirk growing a little. “This is greedy.”

Now that two of his tentacles had invaded her lips, the two that had been spreading her slipped in, leaving all four inside her lips. Then they started corkscrewing around each other, twisting, turning, and pressing against every fold, nook, and cranny, trying to elicit a stronger reaction from the drakina.

“Mmmmph!” She bit her lip and groaned out a growl. “‘At’s more like it.”

Then Handy leaned his head forward and started licking at the front of her lips, suckling and teasing a little nub that had peeked out of her scales.

“Dirty pony.” She groaned, rolling her hips into his face and drinking more from the bottle. Handy hummed happily around the nub of flesh and started using his tentacles to try and find her most sensitive points. They wiggled and squirmed like the long things they were, coiling inside her and stretching her a little.

“You sure know how to use those things, but it’s not like a nice thick cock.” She smirked through a huff.

“Well no, that comes later, after I extract a nice scream of pleasure from you,” Handy explained after dragging his mouth up from his task. “Most don’t make it past this stage.”

“Then you’ve obviously never fucked a dragon.” She said, grabbing his head with her claws and shoving his mouth against her clit. Handy dutifully suckled again, teasing the nub with his tongue and pistoning each tentacle around in turn. And she, in turn, started to hump his face, bucking her hips into his mouth.

Handy started to lose track of how long he’d been fucking this gorgeous hen with his tentacles, or how long she’d been humping his face. He knew that she’d break sooner or later though. Especially when he mapped out her insides with his fleshy appendages. She had to have a weak spot somewhere, right?

With a breathy growl, his snout was sprayed with dragon love juice. However, she didn’t stop bucking her hips, in fact, she seemed to be getting more forceful. Only for her to pause and let him go. “Cock. Now.” She rumbled.

“Um, are you sure?” Partly, Handy was nervous. It’d been ages since he’d been with a femme like that. Pleasing them was one thing, but one making it past that to please him was something he’d not had in ages. Partly, he was wondering if he could finally test out something else he had been working on.

And partly, as evidenced by the throbbing horse-cock between his hind legs, he was excited to finally get laid for the first time in ages.

She responded by rolling over and presenting her dripping dragon lips to him. “Mount me.”

There was silence for a moment, and Clinker wondered what he was up to.

Then she found a tentacle around each of her limbs, lifting her up and carrying her to the bedroom. “We’re doing this where you’ll be comfortable,” Handy explained on the way, opening the door with a hoof and closing it behind them with a kick. He gently laid the dragoness face-down on the bed and gave her lips another lick, waitting for her reaction.

“How do I taste?” She asked, wagging her ass for him.

“Like fire and lust,” the stallion replied in a husky tone of voice.

“So, like a dragon.” She snorted. “Now, fuck me, I don’t care if you bust in seconds. I want that horse cock.”

Handy used a tentacle to flip the dragoness over, so she was laying on her back, and he approached her so they were face to face, rearing up so they were belly to belly. He used a pair of tentacles to line himself up with her opening before thrusting forward in one fell swoop, the horsecock spearing into her halfway in one blow. Then, his tentacles helped to bring their faces together, and he began kissing the hen to keep her voice down while she adjusted to his size.

She growled and immediately started to roll her hips into his. Handy smirked and winked at her, letting her move for a few moments.

Then those long, thin, strong appendages of his grabbed ahold of her hips and started to treat her like a toy while he bucked into her. Yes, she’d been planning on bucking into him, but now he was in control of all of it!

Her arms came up and grabbed onto the bases of a pair of tentacles and squeezed. The stallion let out a gasp and quivered under her touch, even stopping for a moment while he shuddered.

Aha, she’d found something.

She started to stroke both like they were cocks of their own, as her hips took his pause to hump roughly against him, burying him deep in her hot depths.

“O-Okay, I did not...know that about my tentacles,” the stallion huffed, looking the dragoness in the eyes again. “But! I have a new trick I learned some time ago that I’m going to try on you, you sexy thing!”

“Do it. Try and satisfy me, squishy pony.” She growled out, showing off her sharp teeth as she squeezed along with her stroking.

Handy closed one eye in concentration, and it took a moment for Clinker to notice something different. It wasn’t anything to do with his tentacles.

But the flared head of his cock inside her was twisting around.

“I learned how to transfer my prehensility to my dick~” he boasted. “Can’t make it longer or thicker, but I can flex like so-” and now the whole thing was corkscrewing a little inside of her.

“Nnnnghh!” She grunted as his cock was lubed with fresh dragon lust. “More!” She lightly pressed the tips of her claws into his tentacles.

Handy chuckled, restarting his thrusting and taking back control of her hips with his other set. One eye remained half-closed as he focused on his new trick. Just as slowly as it started, his cock stopped twisting one way, and now started twisting the other, unwinding and then winding itself back up in the opposite direction. “Can’t do one direction too long,” he explained. “I’d tear something.”

“Unwind.” She grunted through her teeth. “Normal.”

“Oh, sure, you show off one trick,” Handy teased, letting his cock return to its natural state as he kept up the fucking of the sexy dragoness. “Also, you’re eloquent when you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Show you. Elo- … Fuck.” She growled as her claws snapped down to his flank. Not only did he feel the points against his backside, he was unceremoniously shoved all the way inside. He didn’t have time to do more than gasp as he felt her clamp around him like a vacuum seal. He felt every inch of her. For a moment, he thought it was over. Just being held within her. Then he felt her contract. Her muscles rippled, slowly milking at him. Her pussy was slowly sucking at him, demanding his seed.

Who was he to deny such a request? Handy leaned up and touched their snouts together as he let himself go, surrendering to the sensations and giving this sexy dragoness everything she wanted out of him. It lanced up his cock before the splashes of his seed were thrown deep within her, being devoured greedily by her depths in an instant.

She rumbled a growl, shifting to hug him to her chest. “Mine.”

“Mmm, I would not mind a second round with you, when I’ve earned it,” Handy muttered. “But I think we should sleep for now. Pancakes in the morning.”

“Mmmm, pancakes.” She mumbled as she pinned him to her warm scales.

Night of the full moan

Author's Note

Kinks: EqG, Human on Werewolf, Kinky Fluttershy, Knotting, Implied Harem

Night of the full moan

Fluttershy hummed happily as she walked home. The air was crisp, and the fallen orange and red leaves pleasantly crunched under her shoes. The shy girl was very excited. Tonight was a full moon. Her boyfriend (the boyfriend her friends didn’t believe she had) got very feisty during the full moon.

But that’s what you get when your boyfriend’s a werewolf.

She quietly sing-songed to herself as she gained a skip in her step. A blush had grown on her cheeks as she sped up, she really wanted to get home.

Thankfully home wasn’t far.

She was very thankful that her parents were away, because the moment she got inside she stripped out of her dress and leggings. She stripped off her panties and her ever-so-slightly too small bra, letting her massive breasts bounce free before sagging a little. She really wished she had the confidence to show off more.

She picked up her clothes in a bundle and chewed on her lip. Her mind was a whirl as she walked to her room and tossed the bundle in her hamper. She leaned against her doorway.

Rarity showed off her cleavage all the time, Pinkie always wore skirts, Rainbow tended to wear tight fitting pants, even AJ liked to show off how toned her body was. Yet there she was everyday, a long dress that did everything to hide her body and leggings that would work, if anybody could see them.

She wished that she wasn’t so anxious. That she wasn’t scared of being seen. She wished she could conquer her fears, dress provocatively, hell dress like a slut. She let out a quiet breath, squeezing her thighs together a little at the growing warmth. She hummed quietly and moved into the living room, before somewhat quickly moving to the backdoor. She unlocked it and left it open.

He could come in whenever.

In the meantime, she could fantasize.

She moved back to the living room and sat on the couch.

Everyone thought she was innocent.

She was anything but.

It’s always the quiet ones, defined her. Secretly Fluttershy was a dirty, kinky, pervert. She’d fantasized about her friends long before she met her boyfriend. Even when they were fighting, her fantasies got a bit more… rough…

Pinkie squeaked as Fluttershy spanked her ass. The well endowed, fat-assed, wannabe-baker was bent over the counter. Her tits were pressed against the wood thanks to Fluttershy’s hand pressing against her back.

“Flutter- Please- N-not so rough!” Pinkie whined as Fluttershy thrust the massive black strap on into the baker’s dripping pussy.

Fluttershy moaned softly as she spaced out, a hand slid down rubbing at her hot lips.

“Harder! Harder!” Rarity demanded as Fluttershy held the pale-girl’s leg between her tits as she roughly humped the double-ended dildo into Rarity’s pussy. With every hump, their pussies got closer. She neededtheir lower lips to kiss.

Fluttershy whined, hoping that he’d show up sooner rather than later.

“Good girl.” Fluttershy cooed as Twilight licked at her lips. Twilight squeaked with every thrust of the red wolf cock.

She looked toward the doorway, roughly squeezing a breast as she rubbed at herself. “Where are you…” She whined softly.

There was the scrabbling of claws on the other side of the door before the handle slowly started to be turned. He always did have trouble with handles when he had claws.

“J-just push.” She called out. “It’s open, baby.”

The sound of the hinges creaking open reached her next, and then she heard his claws on the tile as he stalked inside. Of course, he did still have the presence of mind to close the door behind him before moving to the living room.

The one word that summed him up was big. Seven feet tall, his pointed ears brushed the ceiling as he closed in on the couch. His entire body was furred and muscular, wolf features having exchanged themselves for and improved upon the human ones. His muzzle twitched as his eyes noticed where his mate’s hands were, and already a pointed red tip was coming out of the sheath at his crotch.

“I’ve missed you…” She whined softly. “I want you. I need you.” She panted, not even stopping playing with herself.

The wolf let out a growl as he neared his mate, dropping to his knees and lowering his head. One of his paw-hands gently gripped hers and lifted them away from her crotch, while the other held onto her hips to hold her still. His muzzle dipped lower and took up the slack where her hands had been playing with herself, that long wolf tongue now lapping at her lips.

Her hands immediately grabbed his head. “Oh, good boy…” She gasped softly, rocking her hips into his tongue. He lapped over her lips a few more times before sending his tongue diving deeper into her, plundering her folds for her nectar.

“Just like that, get me ready for you!” She half-yelped. “D-deeper!”

The tongue licked deep inside the girl a few more times, before pulling back a little bit and paying attention to her clit instead. He knew how to push her buttons.

She groaned “Ah-ha-ha… G-gonna make me cum already?” She managed to get out, rocking harder into his tongue.

The werewolf let out a chuffing bark before sending his tongue diving back into her depths, then alternating between a deep lick and a tweak of her clit, just to keep her nerves on the edge.

“B-baby!” She whined, scratching behind his ears.. “D-don’t tease m-me…”

The werewolf huffed again, before sending his tongue deep into her and letting his cold nose grind into her clit at the same time.

“Aaaaah! Nnnnnggggh!” She stiffened, her legs twitching as his tongue was covered in her hot, spicy, lust. He eagerly drank down her nectar, and when she’d finally stopped twitching, he stood back up, revealing his long, hard cock. It’d finally fully emerged from his sheath, and the knot was even forming at the base.

She gasped for breath but sat up. “Oh, you’re always so big…” She moaned. “W-want my tits or my mouth?”

The wolf responded by putting one paw on either side of her hips and lifting the poor girl, putting her pussy in line with the massive cock.

Apparently not.

“Oh God… Take me. Fuck me.” She panted, dripping onto his cock. “Gimme your pups.”

The wolf let out a little chuff and a growl before slowly lowering his mate onto his rod. The pointed tip went in easily, but he always went slow for the rest of it. He was well aware of the size difference between them. They’d never got his knot into her, after all, and taking the rest was a bit of a stretch.

She moaned as she slid down slowly, leaning forward to rest against his chest. “Oh, I love you…” She groaned out as her hand ran over the growing bulge in her stomach.

It was the work of several minutes to get as much of the cock into the poor (lucky) girl that they’d managed so far. Her folds rested atop his knot, and the werewolf ran a comforting paw down her back to make sure she was alright.

She lightly rocked herself, slowly grinding her clit against the hot knot. “I love how full you make me feel…” She sighed, basking in his heat.

The werewolf let out a small huff, before looking down at the girl still grinding against him. She’d never tried to take the knot before, even though they’d both enjoyed the night. It usually took a while (or him putting a paw around the knot and squeezing) for him to finish. Was she going to try tonight?

“C-can… Can we make it fit?” She asked quietly, lightly humping at the knot. “I-it’s only a little bigger…”

He growled in concern as she spoke up. He lifted his paws from the girl, as if to say he wasn’t going to force the issue. If she wanted to try, though…

“S-sit on the couch.” She instructed. The wolf shuffled the pair of them over to the piece of furniture in question before sitting on it, making the poor thing creak under the weight.

“G-good.” She rocked and ground against the knot. “W-want- C-can you p-press me down?” She took a steady breath then looked up to meet his eyes. “Make it fit.” She growled huskily.

The werewolf let out a chuff, his paws coming up to her hips before slowly pressing down. It made the knot strain against her lips, but it wasn’t forceful enough to push past yet.

She tugged her legs open wider. “P-push-” She gasped feeling her lips stretch around the girth. “I n-need- it-” She whined, loving feeling this stretched.

The wolf pressed a little harder, the knot grinding more insistently now. With the both of them working together, it might actually fit, but the odds of it not knocking something out of whack were low. At least, the wolf thought so.

“Comeon- Almost-” Fluttershy grunted, bucking her hips to try and take more of the knot. “I- need it!”

There was a sudden, audible popping noise, and their hips were flush with each other.

“OH GOD!” Fluttershy cried out, feeling the knot inside her finally. “YES!” She started furiously rubbing at her clit. “Gonna cum, Baby! Fuck me!”

The wolf let out a confused growl, tugging Fluttershy up and down on his knotted cock and demonstrating that he couldn’t take her off anymore.

Also, she could feel it still swelling inside of her.

“I-it’s okay… lock me to your cock.” Flutters grunted, still rubbing at herself, making her twitch around him. “You want to cum, don’t you?” She gasped.

The wolf let out another growl, his muzzle coming down to let his tongue lick her face as he hugged his mate close to himself. The closeness helped him, and it probably wouldn’t be long before he finished as well.

She reached up, grabbed his head, and pressed her lips to his muzzle, as she rocked their hips together.

Then she felt the cock twitch, and throb mightily within her, before the pointed tip began unloading deep within the girl. And unlike their previous times together, there was nowhere for his release to go but up.

Her eyes widened and mouth opened in a soundless gasp. Her stomach started to swell with his hot seed. She whined out quietly, flopping against his chest. “F-feels so good…” She moaned softly.

The cock kept twitching for a few moments longer before the werewolf panted and fell back on the couch. Of course, his cock was still hard and jammed in Fluttershy, so she came along for the ride, landing on his chest.

“Mmmmm, this is nice….” She hummed, nuzzling his chest. “Let’s just… lay here…”

The werewolf sighed and closed his eyes, one paw on Fluttershy’s back as his cock sporadically twitched, sending another small spurt inside of her with each one.

In a haze of warmth, Flutters slowly melted against her fuzzy hubby, quickly falling asleep.

The chirping of birds was the thing that happened to rouse her. She no longer felt the large fuzzy form beneath her. She felt skin.

Finally!

Her eyes opened as she sat up. He was small, and skinny. His skin was a pale violet and his short, messy hair was midnight blue. She knew him. They went to school together.

Was she surprised, yes. Did it detract from last night? Not in the least.

Her movement started to rouse him.

“Good morning, Micro Chips.” She cooed softly. For once, she was the bigger one.

His eyes opened and he blinked stupidly for a moment. Then he blushed and tried to make himself seem smaller, as if to hide away from what he’d done. “Ah, um. Good...morning, miss Fluttershy,” he managed to squeak out.

“Good morning, boyfriend.” She giggled. “You were amazing last night.” She said, putting a hand on his chest. “Did you enjoy knotting me?”

“Um, yes,” he said, still afraid she was going to be upset now that she knew who he really was under the fur. “I’m confused, you’re not mad at me for anything?”

“You’re cute when you’re human, and hot when you’re furry.” She smiled, leaning down to lightly peck his lips. “I honestly thought you’d be Big Mac, but this is so much better.” She grinned somewhat lewdly. “And I don’t even have to be shy around you. You know why?” She leaned in. “Because I have control now.” She whispered in his ear.

“Meep,” the poor boy squeaked. “I, um. I honestly didn’t think you’d be interested in me when you found out who I was under the fur,” he pointed out.

“And have you ever actually tried to talk to me, when not fucking my brains out when you’re furry of course?” Fluttershy asked, lightly rocking her hips against his.

“I don’t exactly have a mouth conducive to talking while furry,” he pointed out. “And when I’m my normal nerdy self at school, I always considered you out of my league.”

She blinked. “Me? The meek girl who never does anything to attract attention?”

“Are you kidding?” Micro deadpanned at her. “You’re gorgeous, even if you try to hide it, and you hang out with some of the most popular girls at school. Everyone thinks you’re out of their league, you and your friends.”

“Awwwww.” She cooed softly. “Well… Ummm…” And suddenly her normal shyness was back. “Can you… go furry when it’s not a full moon?”

“Yeah, it just comes easier during the full moon, or rather, is totally involuntary during the full moon,” Micro replied. “Beyond that it takes effort, like flexing a muscle.”

“Well…. Ummm… What if…” She chewed her lip. She rolled off him, and dragged him into a cuddle, his head was unceremoniously laid against her breasts. “What if you practice, and we can fuck my friends?” She paused. “Like, we meet one of my friends, you get big and furry, and we have a threesome? Like… What do you think of Pinkie?”

“You think I need to practice?” Micro chuckled. “Werewolves are trained since birth how to control it. We wouldn’t be allowed out into public otherwise, we’d go furry and chase the nearest car and blow the secret.”

“Ummm, are you allowed to… ummm…” She blushed. “Turn anyone?”

“Only my mate,” Micro answered. “And if I turn someone and the relationship goes sour, then I’m responsible for everything they do.”

“Could you.. Turn me?” She looked away, still blushing and absent-mindly playing with her breasts. “We’ve mated… a lot.”

“I mean…” Micro hummed. “The last full moon was last night, so how about you ask me again in a month. Give you time to think it over properly, because not only is it painful the first time, it’s not exactly something you can take back.”

“That’s probably smart.” She wilted a bit. “What do you think about us… fucking my friends?”

“Again, I’m pretty sure they’re out of my league, so you’d have to find a way to ambush them into a situation with an already furry me,” Micro pointed out. “Technically I’m not even supposed to be talking to you like this until we met while I wasn’t fuzzy and got in a normal relationship, but you had to knot yourself and we fell asleep together.”

“But I needed it.” She pouted at him. “And sometimes breaking rules is fun… I could invite them over…. Or...” A devious look entered her eyes. “Out of your league or not, have you ever fantasized about fucking us at school?”

That, was Micro stiffening in her grip, in more than one context. “I decline to answer on the grounds it may incriminate me,” he said in a squeaky voice.

“Oh… you hide in the locker-room, and I surprise Rainbow, before we double-team her.” She hummed lustily, grinding against his hardening length. “We wait until school’s out and we surprise Pinkie… I’ve always wanted to use a strap on…” She moaned a little.

“I am pretty sure they would not be kind if they knew who I was under the fur,” Micro pointed out. “Or if they wound up carrying pups.”

“Well… This is Micro, my furry boyfriend, and can you keep a secret?” She moaned, slowly slipping his length inside her. “Are you saying you don’t want to fuck one of my hot friends. I can be very convincing.”

“If you can convince any of your friends to have fun with me in either form, I’ll knot you again,” Micro promised.

“I’m pretty sure Pinkie would love you. She’s always asking me about you, then again, she might not believe me like the rest of the girls.” Flutters giggled. “Mmmm, here’s a thought, you get to fuck both of our tits at once.” She stuck her tongue out, lightly bouncing on his lap.

“It’s pretty hard to argue with a seven foot tall werewolf as to whether or not he exists,” Micro got out between dog-like panting. “You can choose to believe or not, he’s going to be there, and if you’re there, with a hard-on.”

“Pretty sure she’s super kinky too, if some of our texts are anything to go by.” Flutters held onto his shoulders and bounced in his lap. “Just think, she eats my pussy while you fuck hers.”

“Like I said, you convince her to do that, I’ll knot you again,” Micro promised. “I’m fine with having fun with your friends, I just don’t think they’d be interested in me either way. Prove me wrong and I’ll knot you that night.”

“I get Pinkie to like you for you and furry you, and you knot me in front of her.” She hummed letting her breasts bounce in front of his face.

“Also, if you’re trying for pups, this would be the way to do it,” Micro warned. “You keep this up much longer and I’ll pop a second time.”

She leaned a little closer. “Wanna give me pups?” She smiled lewdly.

The poor boy let out a moan as she felt his cock twitch inside of her, letting a second dose of werewolf spunk loose in her depths. Only this time, it was allowed to splash back and down, making a mess of her couch when too much was deposited.

“Oh, good boy…” She moaned. “I wanna have your pups. Maybe being a wolf wouldn’t be too bad, if I got as big as you… Mmm, my tits might actually get bigger.” She giggled.

“I’m kind of an outlier,” Micro pointed out. “My parents barely push six feet, though they do get a bit bigger when they go fuzzy. I’m just weird.”

“I love the weird.” She smiled at him, hugging him. “You’re so cute.”

At this the boy blushed and looked away. “My parents call it the perfect defense mechanism,” he muttered.

“Wonder if you could go halfsies, and go the teen wolf look.” She giggled.

At that Micro grew thoughtful. “I mean…” he muttered, before she felt him start to shift under her. Fur grew from his skin and his hands changed to paws, even his cock shifted inside of her (which was startling, suddenly finding herself not quite knotted), but he didn’t grow any larger. He didn’t even get much of a muzzle, and his tongue worked around his teeth for a moment. “Tesht,” he muttered. “It seehms to haff worked...just going to take a bit to get used to the new teeth.”

“You’re definitely thicker.” She blushed, squeaking a little. “N-not bad… Th-though Kinda w-wanna feel you fuck me and slowly get bigger as you rail me.”

“Oh I’m definitely stronger like this,” he warned, having mostly gotten used to the sort of muzzle. “It’s like, all the energy of my larger form, compacted. I could probably hold you up with one hand and treat you like I do when I’m bigger.”

“Please?” She smiled awkwardly with a blush.

Micro-wolf put his hands on her hips to hold her in place before standing up and then switching to only using one hand to support the girl. A moment’s concentration had his cock swelling up to his larger form’s size, making her stomach bulge with the barely contained cock. His knot ground against her lips as he held her in place, letting her get used to the idea of his ‘smaller’ form.

“Y-you have a free hand.” She managed, squeaking at every small movement. At that, Micro smirked.

One hand came up to play with one of her tits, while his muzzle leaned down to suckle on the other one. He seemed to be waiting for something before he would push her any further down, though.

She whined, hugging his head. “W-what, d-do you want me to say it?”

Micro tugged his head off before smirking a wolfish smile. “Nah,” he said, before shaking his hips a little. “Just wrap your legs around my hips and we’ll see if I can do this no-handed.”

She put her hands on his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Th-this better?”

At that, his hand started to push her down, forcefully, on his knot, spreading her and lodging the lump of flesh deeper within her.

“Fuck!” She yelped as her lips kissed his pelvis.

Then Micro let go. Huh, so he really could just support her with his cock. Thus freed up, his hands massaged and played with her tits.

She whined, rocking against his waist, grinding the cock and knot around inside her. One of his hands left her tits and brought her head down to trap her mouth against his muzzle in a heated kiss, his wolfish tongue invading her mouth.

Her eyes widened as his tongue dominated hers. He was ravaging her and she loved it.

He growled a little into the kiss before pulling back and licking one of her tits. “Tell me what you want,” he suggested to the girl.

“Suck my tits while you fuck my tight pussy.” She panted out. “A-as much as you can, w-with your knot in me, th-that is. F-fuck me s-senseless.”

“I could just wear you around like an accessory,” Micro pointed out, flexing his cock and causing it to jump in the girl. “At least until you start to swell with a litter.”

“W-Wait until I’m a w-wolf and I can carry more pups for you…” She countered, bouncing against his hips.

“Tempting,” Micro mused. “And your friends? What do you want me to do to them?”

“I wanna watch you knot them.” She moaned. “I want to see you pin them down and rut them.”

“What, so I have a different cock covering every day of the week?” Micro teased, flexing his cock again.

“Mmmm, hot…” She groaned trying to rock her hips in time with his flexes.

“Well, I think it’s a good thing today’s a saturday…” Micro hummed, before leaning into Flutter’s face. “Because you’re not leaving the cock all day.”

“Please, threaten me with a good time.” She giggled. “Today’s gonna be fun.”

Meeting an appropriately sized lover

Author's Note

Random Birthday Lewd-Posting.

Kinks: Minotaur on Griffon, Big Guy on Bigger Girl, Shy-taur, Barbed and Knotted Dick (best of both worlds), Titty-Fuck, Knotting, Potential Relationship(?).

Meeting an appropriately sized lover

Gerald Stormfeather was a decently sized griffon. Okay, that was a lie, he was oversized for a griffon, which made him much larger than the local pony population. He lived in Manehatten, doing odd jobs for the locals. Mostly Earth ponies who couldn’t fly up to their roof for things like repairs, since he had both strength and wings. His plumage was mostly colored grey, with the odd black streak, and tonight he was at one of the local bars lamenting his luck.

Being oversized compared to the ponies was all well and good. He’d even pleasured a few mares. But when it came time for his pleasure...well, put it simply, he’d mostly had to rely on himself. Because they didn’t think they could take him, and he couldn’t blame them. He wasn’t about to force himself on the smaller mares if it might result in them breaking.

He tossed back another scotch and sighed. It was going to probably be another lonely night for him.

The barstool next to him audibly creaked. In his periphery something big sat down. “Sorry.” Came a deep yet quiet voice.

“It’s all good, they can take a ‘lass like yourself.” The pegasi bartender said with a chuckle. “What can I get ya?”

“Ummm… A thirty-two ounce mug of… something. Surprise me?” The feminine voice rumbled as quiet as an avalanche. The griffon’s interest was piqued, so he turned his head slightly to take in the form attached to the voice.

A coffee-cream furred minotaur sat in the strained stool, fiddling her thumbs in her lap. Her shaggy black mane was tied into a set of braids that drooped down over her rather pronounced pair of udders. (though breasts was probably the better term.) Said breasts were hidden behind a loose blue hoodie, and her legs managed to be hidden behind blue sweatpants. How a cow of her size managed to not only find something in her size, but managed to find something loose on her build was rather impressive.

The bartender placed a massive (compared to the regular sized glasses, and beer bottles) in front of the minotaur and she meekly picked it up and took a drink. It was as if she was trying to be small and unnoticeable, which would’ve worked if it wasn’t for her, well, everything.

“Huh,” Gerald blinked before smiling. “Not every day I encounter a lady bigger than myself here,” he said with a wink. “Fortunately for you, I like ‘em big. The bigger the better I say.”

“Oh… ummm… Thank you.” The minotaur replied, trying to hide her face in her mug and failing miserably. “The book said it was supposed to be hard.” He heard her mumble into her mug.

“Aww, why would you hide a face as pretty as yours?” Gerald cooed to the minotaur. He was only a little buzzed, making him bolder than normal, but everything he said was true.

“I don’t… I don’t normally do… ummm, this.” She stumbled over her words and seemingly decided to chug the sizable amount in her mug, before daintily placing it on the bar.

“Shame, it seems like a lady like yourself would be able to pick up a date every night,” the catbird said before chuckling. “Literally, if you went after a stallion,” he tacked on.

“I… don’t go out… at all…” She twiddled her thumbs in her lap and looked anywhere but at the griffon. Her emerald green eyes finally settled on the bar in front of her.

“Aww.” The griffon wanted to put a claw on her to reassure her, but with someone bigger than yourself that wasn’t the best idea. “Hey, hey. Look at me,” he cajoled the minotaur. “I promise, I’m not gonna hurt ya. Just wanna say something with you looking at me.”

Her head slowly turned and she looked at him, but didn’t meet his eyes. It’d have to do. One of his clawed hands took ahold of one of hers, and he stroked it with the other.

“You’re beautiful,” he said honestly. “Sure, the others might find you intimidating, but screw them. You’re honestly gorgeous to me, mostly because I know you don’t just rest on your size. I can tell you put effort into being strong. And that’s very attractive to a male like myself.” One of his hands swept out to the bar at large. “These smaller mares might find me exotic to them, but I just find them frustrating, because they’re smaller than I feel safe being with.”

“Awwww.” She cooed softly before looking back to the bar. Her hands dug around in the bags at her waist attached to her belt. She fished out a stack of coins. “Can I have another?”

The bartender nodded and simply refilled her mug.

She took another drink and looked back to the griffon. She picked up her mug and took a drink before setting it back down. She then took a breath. “I’m Steel Will, I’m lonely, and I want something more than taking care of myself when I’m needy.” She managed to ramble out in a half-whisper, half-squeak. “I bought some books that said bars are the best place to pick people up, and I shouldn’t get down if I don’t find anybody, but I don’t want to come off as clingy or anything and-” She cut herself off, her cream-colored face now quite pink.

Gerald took one of her hands in one of his and leaned down to kiss it, as well as he could with a beak. “I’m Gerald Stormfeather, and I’m frustrated. I’ve been here for months, I’ve had half a dozen mares, and while I managed to make them squeal, the size comparison meant the most they did for me was a little licking and sucking, which takes hours to get a griffon off. You’re the first appropriately-sized femme for myself I’ve seen since I came here, and while I might be blatant about what I want, I do find you attractive on multiple levels.”

Steel looked at the bartender, still blushing. He just shrugged at her. “I don’t care, people say tons of shit when they’re deep in their cups. I’m kinda deadened to the whole thing.”

She looked back to Gerald. “Wanna come back to my place? I promise I won’t be kinky on the first date-sex-thing.” Her face managed to go from pink to red.

Gerald leaned forward and put another of his beak-kisses on her red cheek before pulling back and smiling. “M’lady, it would be my pleasure to bring you pleasure,” he purred out in a smooth, deep voice of his own.

Steel blinked then quickly got up and chugged her second mug, before fishing around in the bags and putting another stack of coins on the bar. “Keep the change.”

Gerald hummed as he followed after Steel. She was leading him back to her home, and he couldn’t deny that the view of her behind swaying back and forth in those pants wasn’t an excellent one. If they weren’t in public still, he’d let himself unsheath to show how much he appreciated the view.

“Sorry, it’s just up here. Ummm, should we be side-by-side? I’ve never done this before.” She asked, looking over her shoulder at him. “Unless, you don’t mind following?”

“The view is excellent from back here,” the griffon admitted with a wink. “It’s only my self control that is stopping us from causing a scene.”

“Oh! Ummmm… You like the view?” She asked, back to blushing.

“Like I said, my self control is stopping us from causing a scene,” the griffon chuckled. “I could stare at this view for a while, but that’s not why we’re going to your place~”

She paused, turned around and scooped up the griffon like a cat. Her face was beet red as she continued her walk. “W-what do you want to do to me?” She whispered now that he was pressed against her breasts.

The griffon hummed, before holding up one hand and wiggling his claws. “First I think I’ll show you what these fingers can do,” he promised. “And then we’ll see how well we fit together~” he purred.

“But I’ve never had a real… cock…” she shuddered as she said it. “Between my t-tits before….”

“I can play with those while I plow you~” the griffon taunted. “I’m kind of eager to see how you react to both the barbs and the knot.”

“Ummm, you think you’re big compared to mares, but you might just be the perfect size for me.” She said awkwardly. “S-sorry?”

“I guess we’ll see~” the griffon sang. “So where’s your place?”

She paused and looked around then backpedaled until she stopped in front of a set of brownstone apartments. “Here.” She said, walking up the steps. She managed to keep the griff in one arm while fishing out a set of keys with the other. She managed to unlock the door. Inside was a set of stairs and a hallway. She shut the door and walked down the hallway, which seemed like a tiny bit of a squeeze for the large cow. “Happy I got a ground floor.” She commented while opening the door to Apartment 4. She closed the door behind her and set him down while flicking on the light. There was a small kitchenette attached to a small-ish living room. There were a couple of doors on either side of the entryway, both were cracked open. One looked like a bedroom (though only the bed could be seen), the other was a small bathroom.

The living room was fit with a large couch, a couple end-tables, a central table covered in various papers and books, and a sizable entertainment-system with a TV and a couple consoles. There was a laptop and a box of kleenexes on one of the end-tables.

“S-sorry it’s such a mess. I really should have cleaned up.” She stammered a bit before walking into the living room proper. “I actually spend most my time in here, couch is more comfortable. Ummm, can I get more comfortable?”

“Oh sure, who am I to tell you what you can’t do in your own home,” Gerald said, walking over to the couch and sitting down, wiggling a little to get comfortable himself.

She immediately tugged her hoodie up and over her head, revealing that that was the only thing she had on. Her large breasts bounced free, sagging only a little at the lack of support. A perky pink nipple dotted the front of each large mammary. She dropped the hoodie to the ground and unceremoniously tugged her sweat pants down, unintentionally giving the griff a full view of her puffy pink lips as she stepped out of her pants.

Steel stood straight again, glancing around awkwardly. “I prefer being naked. Can get hot in here.” She rubbed her arm anxiously.

Of course, when she looked over to her guest, she saw that the griffon was already halfway out of his sheath due to the show she’d put on, the barbs filling up and standing out a little from his impressively long and thick length. After a few moments to compose himself, the griffon got off the couch and started nudging the minotaur to the bedroom. “Come on,” he said. “You need attention, and after that I need to fuck you.”

The minotaur flicked the overhead light in the bedroom. Most of the bedroom really was the bed and a single end-table though there was a half-open closet. That seemed to be where she kept all her clothes, if she wore them. With an “oof,” Steel plopped onto the bed. Gerald wasted no time in helping her lie down and spread her legs a little more with a few nudges.

And then he introduced her to his claws and what they could do to the insides of a female, two of the fingers penetrating her easily and wiggling around in her depths.

“Gah!” She yelped. “S-slow down a bit.” She said, shuddering a little. “A-and pay attention to my clit if you w-want me to get any wetter.”

The griffon smirked. He leaned forward and-

Okay, and now her clit was being gently held in his beak while his tongue flicked it back and forth. His fingers had slowed down a little, but not by much.

“There!” She gasped, holding his head in her hands. “R-right there! That’s b-better…”

Once she was noticeably wetter, his fingers resumed their earlier squirming as his tongue kept playing with her clit. He loved the sounds she was making. It was like playing an instrument of pleasure. The right moans were music to his ears.

She grunted then somewhat roughly dragged him up to her face only for his beak to meet her lips. Her arms slid up his barrel and her fingers started to knead the bases of his wings.

Gerald held in a hiss as he inserted a third finger into the minotaur femme. She wanted to play these games? He could play. His other hand found one of her tits and started to massage it, before playing a little with the perky nipple he’d seen earlier.

“Mmmph!” She hummed into his lips. “G-get off a sec.” She gasped. The griffon slowly withdrew from her depths and sat back on the bed, his fully erect cock bobbing underneath him as he watched her.

“S-sit on my stomach.” She instructed, patting her firm, well-muscled stomach. Gerald shrugged a bit before doing as she instructed, settling himself on her abs, with his lower legs to either side of her chest.

Her hand reached up and stroked his shaft a little before slowly inserting it between her soft, warm breasts, which she quickly squeezed together over him. She lightly started stroking. “W-would you prefer to fuck them?” She asked meekly. “S-sorry, just a-always wanted to do this.”

“Well that depends,” the griffon hummed. “Is it something that’d actually bring you pleasure? Because if so, I can do it for a bit.” One of his clawed hands reached out for one of her breasts and added into the rubbing.

“Yeah.” She blushed harder. “Always wanted them sucked, but you have a beak.” She admitted. “Though I do have toys for that.” She somehow flushed further. “Forget I said that, and don’t look under the bed.”

The griffon smirked, before standing up a little and putting one clawed hand to either side of her head. He bucked his hips a few times, and the tip of his cock poked out the other side of her massive breasts. “It won’t do much for me, but if you start squealing, I’ll consider it a win,” he promised.

She yelped only for her to lower her mouth as lightly catch his tip in her lips. She suckled softly and swirled her tongue around it. The griffon let out another little grunt, before picking up the pace and truly starting to fuck her tits. He had to wonder what it felt like when his barbs scraped along that titflesh. It probably didn’t do more than tickle… He felt her hands grab his backside and more of his cock was roughly pushed through her tits and shoved deeper into her suckling mouth. She moaned around his shaft, licking him like a lollipop.

Apparently, she enjoyed. So he went a little harder, a little deeper, getting everything but his knot between those tits and giving her exactly what she’d asked him for. He was still waiting to hear another moan from this, he didn’t exactly have any experience in doing this for a femme and wanted the reassurance he was doing it right.

Only for her to moan around his shaft, now bobbing her head on his shaft, sucking and licking as she did. It felt good, Gerald had to admit. But he was more interested in her other set of lips reacting at this point to the things he was doing to and for her. Hmm, how to...idea.

The griffon’s tail twitched, before it fell between the minotaur’s legs and started tickling and playing with Steel’s clit as well as it could. His tail wasn’t exactly prehensile, but it was furry and capable of teasing a little nub of flesh.

She squeaked out another moan, bobbing her head faster. He felt a hand leave his backside and felt that same hand start to rub herself as she was tended to by the tail. So Gerald decided to add to the stimulation, by using one of his clawed hands to tease one of her tits, flicking and playing with the nipple as he kept up his thrusting and tail-touching.

He felt her hand squeeze his backside as her mouth deep-throated what it could. The tip of his tail was quickly soaked. The griffon held himself there for a few moments before slowly starting to back off of his position. “Climaxed once?” he asked softly of the minotaur lass.

The cock came out somewhat sloppily. “Y-yeah.” She nodded, breathing a little hard. “Was hoping I could get you to cum though.”

Gerald smirked, before holding up one hand and making a semicircle with it. “Turn over,” he instructed. “I want my barbs to rub up against your clit while I rut you~”

She quickly rolled over and got onto her hands and knees, shaking her ass for him. “Please.”

The griffon draped himself over her back, using one hand to line the tip of his tapered cock up with her puffy, leaking lips. After he did that, both of his hands reached under her to squeeze and play with her tits, to get her in the mood again. And then he gave a thrust.

The cock easily slid in, but every barb that did rubbed up against her inflamed clit before it squeezed inside her, and she started to lose count of how many he had.

She whined out a moan, rocking her hips against his. “W-wanna knot m-me?”

“Oh, I will, but at the end,” the griff promised. “For now, I’m going to make you lose your mind by fucking you~” He pulled out a little, before thrusting forward again, sending those barbs to rub her clit on the way in again.

And again.

And again.

He set a long, fast pace, making sure every barb scraped her insides and rubbed her clit on the way in and out, sending pleasure spiking through her body with each thrust.

“Mmmm, mmmmm…” She hummed out mewling wimpers, shivering under the griffon. “Y-you’re g-gonna ruin me f-for toys…”

“I’d happily take that title,” the griffon chuckled. Gerald reached a clawed hand under her and used it to massage one of her tits while thrusting into the minotaur. Just for a little more stimulation, to drive her absolutely wild.

“Ahhhh!” She whined out, rocking her ass back against his hips. “M-more!” She gasped.

So the griffon decided to adjust his grip entirely, now using both claws to knead and tease her teats while his hips thrust like mad. Sooner or later his knot would stop bumping into her lips and sink in-

She pressed back into his hips, almost sitting on him. “S-sorr-” She started, before the knot wedged itself inside her. “-Ah-” She gasped out, only to press back further, causing the griff to sit on his haunches, only for the minotaur to start to bounce on his lap. Bouncing forcefully enough for the knot to slide in and out of her lips. “Ah- Ah- S-sorry! Y-you just- AHHH!” She cried out as she slammed her ass down onto his hips, burying him deep only for her muscles to squeeze and lock him in place. She suddenly became very hot, very wet, and very tight.

Surprisingly, the knot swelled even more, before she felt something even hotter and warmer being jetted into her depths. The griffon squeezed her tits as his cock flooded her depths with his essence, nothing managed to leak past his knot as it sought to travel deeper into the poor minotaur lass.

Steel mooed as milk leaked from her roughly squeezed tits. Her hands held the claws there as she rode out the wave of her climax.

She quieted to a soft groan.

There was a moment of silence.

“N-nope. N-no toys for me…” She murmured through a sigh, before pausing and looking over her shoulder. “Ummm, sorry.” She said with a bright pink blush on her cheeks.

“Are you kidding?” Gerald blinked, before nuzzling into the minotaur’s shoulder with his beak. “That’s the first time I’ve managed to fuck and cum inside a femme in ages.”

“Ummm,” She looked away before tugging his talons away and holding them in hers. “W-wanna go again in a bit… when you recover?” She asked shyly.

“I’ll probably stay knotted for a while, I was pretty pent up,” the griff pointed out. “It could be the morning before we’re separate again.”

“Mmmm…” She hummed, before letting his talons go. There was a moment before, with some squirming, she managed to turn around, but not without more than a jolt of oversensitive pleasure-pain. She rolled onto her back, taking the griff with her, the griff’s head resting between her breasts. “B-better?” She asked with a weak smile. Her arms lightly hugged him, a hand lightly massaging at his back.

“You’re comfy,” the griffon agreed, letting his eyes close and hum in contentment. “I could easily go to sleep like this.”

“Yay.” She said softly. “Uh, wanna go… get breakfast or something in the morning?”

“I can cook,” Gerald offered, cracking one eye open. “I’ll whip something up from your fridge.”

“I... uh, don’t have much, but… sure?” She said weakly.

“Then let’s sleep this off,” the griff suggested, closing the eye again and nuzzling between her tits. “We can talk about a round two after breakfast.”

“Mmmm, that sounds nice.” She hummed as she settled properly into the bed, gently stroking the griffon like a cat. It wasn’t long before the two fell asleep together.

On Being Pursued 01

Author's Note

Kinks: Anthro, DragonxGriffon, Shortstack, Horny Dragoness, Blowjob, Titjob, Fear of Getting Caught, Wearable Dragon

On Being Pursued 01

Vincent Bloodfeather had no real idea how he had ended up in the situation he was in these days. He was just an average high-school student of the male griffon persuasion. He was tall and lean, lanky with a strength that one wouldn’t think of at first glance. His more feline half was dusty brown, while his feathered portion was white, with tints of rust red on the edges of his plumage. All in all, not particularly eye-catching or attractive.

And yet he’d found himself in a relationship with the most persistent of females. Not of his own choice, but he wasn’t denying it was a pleasurable one.

She managed to convince him to sneak off during lunch. The gym locker rooms tended to be empty, even then the smol but thicc dragon had his waist pinned to the wall of the shower stall, and had his dick down her throat. The orange-scaled dragon grunted as she tried to swallow more of him than was probably healthy, nevertheless she persisted. Her claws kneaded at his thighs as her tail twitched in concentration.

“I-I’m telling you,” Vincent huffed out, gripping onto the wall with his own set of claws. “You’re...not gonna get the knot down. You’re not big enough for it-”

“Gurk-” Smolder half-gagged as she tugged the cock out of her mouth. “I will someday.” She said a little raspily as she sat back on her ankles, rubbing the slobber from her mouth and squeezing one of her surprisingly large breasts.

“Unless you’re secretly more stretchy than belief, I don’t think you’re getting the knot down your mouth,” the griffon pointed out, only panting a little at the end of the blowjob for the moment. “Plus I don’t think you’d like it if you could, me tying with your mouth would lead to all sorts of problems.” Not that she’d tried taking it anywhere else, yet.

“I’m just stubborn.” She pouted at him, tugging her shirt and bra up and letting her breasts bounce free. She winked at him. “Were you close?”

“I mean you’re pretty good at working me up,” Vincent admitted as his cock dribbled a bead of pre. “Another minute and you’d have had lunch regardless.”

“Well, wanna handjob or would you rather fuck my tits and cum on my face.” She stuck her tongue out at him.

“I, um, well both sound appealing,” the griffon blushed a little at the idea.

She stood up, her head only getting up to his chest. She made to move but there was a distant bell, and in moments the locker room started to fill.

The plus side, nobody used the showers during the day, and the stalls tended to stay closed. The downside, they were effectively stuck there.

Smolder pressed herself against Vincent, her breasts squishing against his stomach. She reached up and put a claw over his mouth as the other claw stroked his cock, only to slowly push it up between her breasts.

The griffon grunted a little and thrust a few times. Her tits, the thrill of being caught, either by the other students or the fact that they were going to be late to their next class...he didn’t last ten seconds. His cock twitched and painted between the dragoness’ tits and the underside of her muzzle with his hot, sticky seed.

Her mouth lowered and she started to lap at the jizz, meeting his eyes as she did. If he hadn’t just cum, he probably would have again at the sight of her doing that, it was so hot.

Then the griffon realized they were really going to be late to their next class, and made muffled noises behind the claw holding his beak shut.

“I know.” She let off his beak. “Need to clean off my tits though.”

“S-sorry for making such a mess,” Vincent said with a wince.

“Next time, you gotta put it somewhere that makes less of a mess.” She stuck her tongue out and tugged her shirt and bra back down. “It’ll be gross but I’ll just clean up later. Plus I got a story for the chat.”

...What did she mean by that?

Vincent had hoped that a few days had given his lewd little paramor time to cool down. It seemed like things had gone back to normal, anyways. He went to class, he nodded at the shortstack dragoness when they passed each other in the hallways, lunch was not interrupted by random trysts.

And then one day she yanked him out of his comfort zone.

“Hey, I have an idea.” She spoke up, looking around and noticing that nobody was really paying attention to them. “Bathroom.” She winked.

“Um?” the griffon blinked. “Yes, there’s one there, what-”

She immediately grabbed his talon and dragged him off. They slipped into the bathroom and she pushed him into a stall and locked it behind them. The griffon was pushed onto the seat and let out a soft ‘oof’ as his backside impacted it.

“Normally people don’t share-” he started to point out.

She turned around, stuck her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants, and yanked them down, showing off her ass and the skimpy panties barely containing it.

“Of course it’s something lewd,” Vincent sighed, but didn’t fight it. She always got her way, and truth be told it was rather enjoyable. “So what do you need me to do?” he asked.

She tugged down her panties and took both them and the sweatpants off, to hang them on the hook on the back of the stall. “Whip it out.” She blinked lustfully at him.

Vincent unzipped his pants and tugged his half-hard cock out of his underwear, leaving the barbed, not yet knotted, pillar of flesh to stand free.

Smolder backed up and sat on his lap. She tugged her tail aside and ground her ass against his shaft. “You know you love it.”

“As my hardening cock can attest to,” the griffon agreed. “I just didn’t know you were this needy.” Already he was wondering what she had planned.

“I got a massive-cocked bf, of course I’m gonna fuck that every chance I get.” She looked over her shoulder and winked at him. “It’s actually much more fun than going solo.” She emphasized by standing a little and rubbed his shaft over her puffy lips.

“C-careful, I don’t know if you’re big enough for-” the griffon tried to warn her.

The tip rubbed over and between those hot lips. “You sure? I think my pussy’s far more stretchy.”

That silenced any warnings Vincent had to give, he had to admit the heat felt nice on his cock. And he didn’t know this, but those barbs would feel nice to the dragoness as they sunk in as well.

Her claw held onto his shaft, so it wouldn’t move as she slowly sank down. She let out a small groan as she felt his tip sink inside her. Each barb tickled her clit as it passed, until she slowly came to a halt about halfway down his shaft.

“T-that feels good, but don’t push yourself,” Vincent warned her. “You shouldn’t hurt-”

“Please.” She said, letting herself take that shaft, feeling the barbs drag against her walls. “You’ve seen me take bigger.” She winked at him.

There was a feeling of their hips almost meeting, but not quite. She’d come to rest against his rapidly forming knot, the bulge a little wider than the cock itself as it slowly inflated.

“Told ya.” She leaned back, resting her back against his chest as she rocked her hips back and forth a bit. “Though, I bet you want to feel your knot inside me.”

“I mean, it’s kind of a good trigger to get a male griff to cum,” Vincent admitted with a chuckle.

“Might have to leave that for sometime special.” She looked up at him. “And don’t tell me you just wanna sit there while I do all the work.”

“Well what would you suggest I do, I don’t want to hurt you,” Vincent pointed out. “You’re a dragon, but I’m pretty sure if I went too hard I could hurt your insides.”

She reached her claws down, grabbed his talons and brought them up to her breasts. “Are you dense, I have tits, and I know you love playing with them.”

...She shouldn’t have tempted him.

The griffon not only firmed up his grip on her tits, but stood up, robbing her of the ability to ride him effectively. She gasped as her weight was held up by his talons and cock. With a grunt as he held her in place via her chest, his cock hammered into and out of her while he held her still, treating her like a living toy.

Her eyes widened as her breath was driven out by the first thrust. She went limp, letting him use her. The barbs dragged against her in the most shockingly enjoyable way. His talons dug through her shirt and pressed into the sensitive scales of her breasts. She wouldn’t mind getting fucked senseless like this.

Vincent kept up the thrusting for a little bit longer, but time sort of blurred as he pistoned his hips back and forth. Eventually he huffed a little harder, thrust a little deeper, and that knot ground against her hips, but not going in. But that was all the warning Smolder got before the whole length twitched and started flooding her depths with his hot, sticky release.

She managed to get out a breathy groan as her legs shook. She was incredibly close but the heat was more than enough for her at the moment.

Eventually Vincent came back to himself, and sat back down on the toilet, to let Smolder climb off of him at her leisure. He also looked a little contrite, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d done.

She sat in his lap and rubbed at her clit with a claw. “Feel better getting that out, stud?”

“I-I’m sorry,” the griffon babbled. “You taunted me and then I just felt something snap-”

She reached a claw up and dragged his head down to kiss her. He felt her pussy squeeze him as hot liquid dribbled around his knot. She broke the kiss with a breathy hum. “Don’t be sorry, it was hot.” She smiled. “And we need to find better spots to properly enjoy ourselves.”

“...Yeah, a bathroom stall is not what I’d call ideal,” the griffon admitted with a small chuckle. Okay, so he wasn’t in trouble. That was good. He didn’t want, whatever this was, to be over.

“You could always come over to my place. Or we could fuck in your car. Or we could fuck at your place. Wherever, I just fucking love you.” She froze. “-ImeanIlovefuckingyou!”

Vincent twisted the dragoness around so she was facing him and trapped her muzzle in a kiss with his beak, not coincidentally sending his barbs to scrap along half her insides with that little maneuver. She groaned, leaning into the kiss and hugging him as best she could, what with her tits squishing against his chest.

Eventually Vincent broke it and sighed, resting his head on top of hers. “Don’t, tempt me,” he warned her. “That was so good, I might take you home and keep you there if you offered.”

“Lemme set up some cams and we can make money while you try and get that knot in.” She stuck her tongue out cutely.

“...You’re serious,” he noted.

“Absolutely, baring you’ve got the room, and my step-sister might want to join, though she’d need some convincing.” She smirked. “She’s super kinky but thinks nobody else knows.”

“Tell you what,” Vincent offered. “I’ll drive you home today. If you manage to pack up your stuff into my car, I’ll drive you back to my place to stay instead. I’ve got a guest room you can have.”

“Dad might throw a fit, but I’m adopted and he’s an asshole, so that sounds like a fucking dream.” She grinned at him.

That had been Thursday. True to her word, an elderly dragon male had stomped out onto the lawn to yell at him as Smolder and a pretty blue dragoness stuffed things into his trunk and back seat. Vincent had taken the verbal abuse with a calm air, pointing out that if he was such a good dad, why was she so eager to leave. That only seemed to set him off more when he couldn’t refute the point.

Friday had been fairly normal. They still went to school and for once neither of them were lewd to each other. Probably because they were so close to each other already, now.

But Saturday…

“Chat! Chat! Sorry I’ve been away! I moved!” Smolder said into the headset that was plopped onto her head. The shortstack dragon was only wearing one thing, the headset. “I moved out, so did sis, so he isn’t gonna be a problem. Plus, check out my new gaming chair.”

She said that and lowered the webcam. That was a griff lap.

“Wanna see how fuckin’ packed my boyfriend is? And don’t mind him, he doesn’t like showing his face.” Smolder smirked at the camera as Chat proceeded to erupt with emojis and ‘LET’S GOOOOOOO!’s. “What do you think?” She looked over her shoulder, “wanna show off for the first time?”

In response, a set of griffon claws reached down and fished something out from under Smolder’s behind.

That, was a griffon cock. She could take one that big? How, was the main question Chat kept asking.

“How?! I’m insulted! You’ve seen my sextoys!” Smolder snapped at the computer.

“They’re washed and organized by the way.” A voice came from outside the bedroom.

“Thanks Ember! You’re the best!” Smolder looked over to the door.

“Be careful.” Came the response.

“You can always come in.” Smolder teased.

“S-Smolder!” Ember sounded shocked.

“That wasn’t a nooooo~” Smolder teased, casually stroking the shaft bobbing over her stomach.

Then the claws picked Smolder up a bit before aiming the shaft and sinking her back down onto the cock, taking half of it in an instant.

“Eep!” Smolder yelped.

“You okay?” Ember asked.

“He big.” Smolder managed to get out. Those claws stroked over Smolder’s front before lying back and letting her take control. He didn’t want to bump the camera, after all. “‘Ey, play with the titties.” The smol dragon playfully glared up at him as her hips started to roll.

There was a chuff sound from slightly off-camera, before those claws came back up and squeezed and massaged the dragon’s sensitive tits in time with her hip thrusting.

“He so quiet.” She giggled, letting herself slowly glide down to sit on his knot. There was another noise from the griffon, a peep of concern as she slid so deep. They’d never gotten the knot in before, was she really about to try to do it on camera-

She rocked her lips against his knot, more and more wetness covered it. “So, should we try to make it fit?”

The griffon let out a wark of concern, not any actual words were spoken. But Chat loved the idea.

“What, don’t you wanna feel my tight pussy around your knot?” Smolder asked, her voice dripping with lewdness. Her claws came up and squeezed the talons kneading at her tits.

A shiver seemed to pass through the griffon, what the camera could see of him anyways.

Then his claws came down to Smolder’s hips and pushed.

“Mmmm, MMMM, yeah Daddy, like that.” Smolder groaned as her pussy lips slowly stretched around the knot. It seemed to be a battle that would stay in stasis for a good ten seconds, and then…

Pop

With a sound that was audible on camera, the knot slipped in, leaving the dragoness attached to the griffon quite thoroughly.

“Oh GOD!” Smolder pressed her claws into the bulge poking out of her stomach. She pressed and rubbed, groaning as she did. “Can you feel that?”

Chat could see the cock twitch inside her at those ministrations, and it wasn’t long before Smolder’s stomach was bulging for an entirely different reason. Namely, her seat was filling her up with hot griffon spunk, delivered as deep as possible, and not allowed to escape due to the knot.

“I’m gonna cum!” Smolder squeaked out, roughly rubbing both the growing bulge and her overly sensitive clit. That only enticed the buried cock to inflate her with more cum, the bulge growing quite a bit as he kept pumping and inflating her belly.

“Fuck FUCK!” Smolder pressed her back into his chest as her legs shot out straight. She shook as she roughly rubbed her pussy that couldn’t even let out any of her lust.

And the griffon just, kept, cumming. Now it looked like she was trying to smuggle a bowling ball under her scales.

Her tongue lolled out as her legs quivered. “Gonna fuck some crossbreeds inta me?” She groaned. That got the cock to twitch a little harder, the next spurt massive inside of the ‘ness. Eventually, though, he calmed down...but not before turning Smolder round.

“Well… I’m not moving from this spot for awhile.” Smolder said, a little raspy. “Fuck… So… fucking full…”

The claws reached up and took the headset off of her head, and then the griffon stood up.

Without needing to support Smolder in any way, thanks to his cock running through her, she came along for the ride.

Ember shivered, her eye wide as she peeked through the keyhole of the doorknob. Her claw was down her pants as her fingers roughly fucked her snatch. She watched Smolder get bloated with cum and dearly wished that that could be her.

Maybe it could be...

Night of the full moan 02 - Starting a pack

Author's Note

Kinks: Big Wolf/Small Girl, Shower sex, Voyerism, Pregnancy Talk, and One Big Cock.

Night of the full moan 02 - Starting a pack

“You want me to, what?” Dash stared deadpan at the butter-colored girl in front of her.

“I was wondering… if you wanted to have sex… with my boyfriend….” Fluttershy said, trying her hardest to not break down into a squeaky mess. It seemed all her confidence evaporated when her fuzzy BF wasn’t around.

The pair sat at one of the outdoor lunch tables near the soccer field. It wasn’t that everyone was busy, Fluttershy simply wanted to approach each of her friends individually.

“But, he’s your boyfriend?” Dash raised a brow, crossing her arms over her chest. “Did he put you up to this?” She said with a small frown.

“Oh! No no no!” Fluttershy whipped her hair as she vehemently shook her head. “It was actually my idea… mid-fuck actually.”

“Did… Did you just swear?” Dash blinked in shock.

Fluttershy blushed a bit. “Yes.” She nodded. “Yes, I fucking did, a-and-” She decided to use the shock and brief confidence boost while she had it. “I think it’d be hot if you fucked my boyfriend.”

“I mean… Is he okay with the idea?” Dash managed to recover.

“He seemed more energetic when knotting me.” Fluttershy said, before immediately freezing.

“Knotting- Flutters, is your boyfriend a dog?” Rainbow raised a brow with a frown.

“No!” Fluttershy quickly shook herself. “Not technically, I mean, you might not believe me.”

“Flutters, we’ve seen a lot of magic bullshit, I’m pretty sure I can handle whatever weird creature your boyfriend is.” Dash rolled her eyes.

“He’s a werewolf.” Fluttershy said bluntly.

Dash blinked. “Huh.” She blinked again. “Is he big?”

“Huge.” Fluttershy blushed before pausing. “Wait, as in physically or … cock?”

“Yes.” Dash replied bluntly.

Fluttershy giggled. “Yes. Massive.”

“Fuck.” Dash winced, squeezing her legs together a bit.

“Oh, it’ll be fine.” Fluttershy giggled, then, on seeing Dash’s somewhat apprehensive look. “He can be very gentle and sensitive!” She immediately added. “He’s not a monster… well, he is, but only if I want him to be.”

“I haven’t exactly said yes.” Dash still looked unsure.

“I could ask the other girls first, but, you’ve been my closest friend so, I figured that you’d kinda want to… ummm… get fucked by a werewolf?” Fluttershy said, trying and failing not to blush.

Dash blinked at her. “What porn have you been watching that that is what you wanted to use to get me to bang your furry of a boyfriend?”

Fluttershy’s blush doubled. She almost looked offended. “I don’t need to watch porn when I’m getting railed every full moon.”

“Only once a month though?” Dash asked.

“Oh no, that’s just when he’s the fiercest.” Fluttershy shook her head. “I managed to get him to stay so I could properly meet him out of ummm… fuzzy form.”

“Wait… so…. Lemme connect some dots. Werewolf busts into your house one full moon, rails you, leaves. This happens… for however long. You call him your boyfriend without properly meeting him outside of his werewolfness?” Dash squinted at the butter-colored girl.

“Well, kinda?” Fluttershy did her best to not look at the rainbow-haired girl. “But I know his name now, and things are much more stable, and fun, he can kinda go half-wolf, though me being dominate when he’s still human is really fun. He just turns into a shy mess.”

“Uuuuh huh.” Dash blinked. “What’s his name?”

“Uhhh, I don’t think he’d be comfortable with me sharing that. I’ll let him do that.” Fluttershy looked unsure. “Just- he’s very different outside of his werewolf form, smaller, not that that’s a bad thing. I also helped him work on his control, so there shouldn’t be any of him losing it and pounding you senseless… Unless you’re into that.”

“Not right off that bat.” Dash frowned a little. She seemed to be lost in thought for a moment. “I mean, what could it hurt? Could be kinda fun?” She smiled a little. “So how would we schedule something like that?”

“Oh I’d talk to him then we’d set up a day and time so there’s no surprises.” Fluttershy nodded excitedly. “Ummm, would you mind if I watched?”

“Uhh, sure?” Dash blinked. “I mean, he is your boyfriend. It’s not like you’ve got a thing for wanting to see your friends get fucked.”

Fluttershy immediately blushed furiously.

“Shy… you don’t right?”

Fluttershy didn’t say anything.

“So good news. Rainbow Dash is actually interested.” Fluttershy beamed at Micro Chip.

“You actually talked about that with one of your friends?” Micro hissed, trying to keep his own voice down. As far as anyone else knew, they weren’t a couple. Hopefully.

“Yep.” Fluttershy silded in closer to lightly hug him. “Dash wasn’t sure at first but she wants to. Just make sure you’re gentle at first, not everyone’s like me.” She giggled softly.

Micro blushed a little at the close contact. “Did you, uh…pick a scenario? Between the two of you?” he managed to get out.

“Ummm, showers…” She squeaked a little. “So we won’t have to worry about clean up. Also some time after school. And I’ll be there, so it won’t just be you two and I can kinda be ref or something.”

“Okay.” Micro breathed a little. “When?”

“Ummm, this Friday, if that works for you. Maybe wait a bit until most people are gone. And it’ll be the gym showers so even more of a chance that nobody would be around.” Fluttershy said with a nod.

“That answers most of the questions, but I still have a big one,” Micro pointed out. “Am I supposed to just stalk in, all seven feet tall with a boner, and rail her, or does she want to meet me first?”

“You as you, to meet you, then you go seven foot fuck monster.” She giggled. “I’ll make sure to let you in too.”

“Great,” Micro sighed. “As long as you’re sure she won’t tell anyone…”

Dash was more than a little antsy. Yes there was the off chance that Shy was lying, but…

Thankfully the warm water was helping with her shivering. Whether it was from excitement or nerves she wasn’t sure.

Then Shy peeked around the corner. “He’s here.” She said, stepping in… naked.

Dash blushed a bit, sure she’d seen her naked before, but… She had always been much more endowed in every aspect compared to herself.

Most of the time it didn’t bother her, but now Dash couldn’t help but notice how flat she was compared to her friend. Virtually no chest and no ass, which made for a fantastic athlete but not conventionally attractive.

“Ummm, Dashie?” Fluttershy’s voice shook Dash from her thoughts.

“Huh, yeah?” Dash looked at her friend. “Let’s uhh, meet the guy. I guess.”

The sound of sneakers on tile could be heard, and as it got closer, the anticipation built until-

Micro? Micro Chip was a werewolf? He certainly didn’t look it. If anything he looked like a perfect match for Flutters, in that he was blushing as he looked at the naked pair of girls in front of him.

Dash blinked at him before looking at Fluttershy. “Well, you were right. Not what I expected. No offense.” She added quickly to the blushing Micro.

“I mean, none taken, the whole point is to blend in,” Micro explained. He concentrated for a moment, and his ears disappeared off the side of his head, to be replaced with fluffy pointed wolf ears on top of his head. “That help?” he asked.

“Kinda…” Dash blinked at him.

“Babe, maybe strip and join her in the water?” Fluttershy asked, pressing herself against his back.

“I can do that,” Micro said, ducking back and hiding around the nearest stall wall. The sound of fabric rustling and hitting the ground was what Dash heard next, and when Micro returned, he was almost entirely bare. He still had his boxers on, and the only other fuzzy addition to his body was the tail sticking out of his back.

“Kinda better… gonna wear those in here?” Dash asked somewhat awkwardly. “And… sorry, never really done something like this before.”

“Well, Flutters said you wanted to meet me before the, ahem.” Micro coughed awkwardly. “If I take the boxers off, there won’t be a lot of talking that isn’t about what I’ve got swinging between my legs.” At her look, he clarified. “I didn’t only change two things.”

“Well, I’d say we’ve met.” Dash spoke up. “Do you need, ummm, some convincing?” She said lightly squishing her breasts together hoping that it did something for him.

“She’s trying her hardest. Go get her.” Fluttershy hummed into his ear.

“Right.” Micro breathed for a moment, ducking back around the stall wall. One last piece of fabric hit the ground, and then there was the sound of something organic happening. Like bones shifting and something growing-

And suddenly Dash was sharing a stall with a seven foot tall werewolf with a massive pointed dick bobbing between his legs. A ball of fur, teeth, and horny, and it was focused on her.

“Oh… Oh shit.” Dash gulped. “What… uh, what do ya wanna do big guy?” She said looking up at the wolf’s face.

The wolf let out a growl and used both of his hands to firmly grasp Dash around the waist, before flipping her over, so that her legs were the thing pointed at him.

Then he nuzzled between them and started using his long wolf tongue to lick.

“Eep!” Dash yelped at the contact. “B-bigger than- fuck- Y-you know h-how to t-treat a girl.”

After having lubricated her lips a little, the wolf nuzzled a little closer and started using his tongue to plumb her depths, trying to get a taste for her and make her sing at the same time.

“Fuck!” She squeaked. Her legs wrapped around his head. Her hips started to rock against his snout. “Y-you treat Flutters -th-this well?”

“He does…” Fluttershy sighed as she leaned against the wall and lightly rubbed at herself.

The wolf did several long, slow licks from the front of the girl’s tunnel to as far back as his oral organ could reach, before he pulled out a new trick. Well, new to Dash. He adjusted his muzzle a little before he ground his cold, wet nose into Dash’s clit with every lick.

“Cold! Fuck!” Dash gasped. “N-not cool! Mmmph!” She grunted, still trying to hump his face.

The wolf let out what could generously be called a chuckle, before he shifted to another trick. Still licking along her entire tunnel, he opened his maw a little more before rolling Dash’s clit between his teeth.

“C-careful!” Dash gasped, wincing a little. “That’s… s-sensitive.”

The wolf let out a hum, before he closed the top part of his maw over Dash’s lips. Not only did this let his tongue coil up inside of her, but then he started to suck on her clit.

She had just about gotten used to that before his tongue started to twist.

“Did- did you teach him th-this?!” Dash gasped, gritting her teeth. She was already close and she wasn’t sure if that was a bad thing or not.

Then one of the wolf’s paws moved from holding her still around her waist to her front, and teased one of her nipples lightly with its claws.

“Mmmph!” Dash grunted, trying to buck her hips into his face. His snout got a little wetter.

Then Dash heard the wolf start to swallow her love juices down.

“Well… shit…” Dash groaned. “You teach him that too?”

“No, he’s just naturally a good boy.” Fluttershy giggled.

The wolf waited for Dash to stop twitching, before he disentangled her legs from around his head. With that done, he held her right side up again, to let the blood drain from her head a little.

Then Dash felt the pointed tip poking between her legs, where that massive tongue had been a moment ago there was now a massive cock. It was hot and twitching a little in time with his heartbeat.

“Eep!” She yipped, staring at it. “P-please be gentle!”

The wolf let out another one of those could-be-chuckles before he positioned the girl so that the tip was between her sodden lower lips. He lowered her gently, letting the pointed end dig in and slip inside, paving the way for his much larger length to spread her.

“Ooooh boy… Oh man… Th-this is h-happening…” She seemed to babble to herself. “Y-yeah, that’s good. N-nice and slow.”

The wolf kept lowering her, waiting for her to say something eventually. One of his paw-hands held her around the waist for the whole thing, while the other moved to her stomach and quickly found a bulge happening there. When he stroked, he could feel it through her skin.

“Mmph! Th-that’s- new…” She said with a small grunt. “R-really d-don’t think I’ll be able t-to take it all.”

“That’s what I said at first.” Fluttershy said with a giggle.

Bump

And that was Dash’s lips meeting his knot. He wasn’t forcing the issue. Yet. But he did look down and make sure she was okay first, even nuzzling her face a little as he rubbed her stomach.

“Y-yep. N-not taking that.” Dash nodded, looking slightly pale. “Y-you got your girlfriend for that.” She continued a little breathlessly. “Just… start slow.”

The problem with that plan would soon become apparent. The wolf followed her orders, of course. He lifted her most of the way off his cock, before lowering her again, nice and gently.

The next one was a little less slow, but still as deep. And the longer he went on, the slightly faster he’d grow. But every time he lowered her, he only knew how to stop when he felt her bump against his knot.

When he was going slow, that wasn’t a problem. But about five minutes in, when he was approaching normal mating speed, she was starting to feel the knot grind into her lips a little with every down-thrust.

“Mmmm, g-gonna m-make it f-fit?” Dash gasped out, biting her lip.

Taking that as permission, the wolf sped up another few notches. Now she was being reamed by the wolf cock, not held in one place for longer than a second, and the knot thumped into her lips with every motion his hips made to meet hers.

“Mmm- mmmph! Uh! H-harder!” She gasped, holding her head in her hands as she was getting nailed to the wall. The wolf growled, pressing closer, and decided to go faster still. He used his hands to hold her hips still as she leaned on the wall, and merely moved his own in a blur of movement. Dash could only feel the changes, it was hard to see them. She felt his cock touch her depths when he pushed in, when his knot ground against her lips, and she felt achingly empty when he pulled back. The two interchanged seemingly every second or half-second.

She also felt when the knot started to make progress on slipping in, her lips stretching that little bit extra wider.

Her breath came in gasps as her hands shifted to grab his shoulders, her legs intertwined around his waist. She never thought she’d want something like that but… when in Rome…

The wolf almost snarled as he pushed Dash down, thrusted up, and-

Pop

And now she was utterly filled with wolf cock, more than she could ever imagine.

Dash… Saw stars. Her mouth hung open as her eyes widened. She froze, probably processing feeling completely filled.

Then the cock twitched a few times inside of her, before demonstrating there was one final layer to being filled of wolf cock.

Namely, being filled of wolf spunk. And as it couldn’t escape thanks to how tight the fit was around his knot, she really was about to be completely filled with wolf seed. Jet after jet of the stuff shot out of the pointed tip, filling her tunnel, before it started to seep deeper yet.

She started to bloat with the wolf spunk. Normally she’d have a problem with it, but it was so warm. And it just didn’t stop coming, not for what felt like minutes.

Eventually the cock stopped filling her full of seed, only shooting an occasional extra burst into her thanks to the pressure of the tie, and the wolf let go of her hips. But she didn’t drop, thanks to the fact that the cock was acting like a support.

“Fuck…” She wheezed out, looking exhausted.

The wolf leaned down and licked her face, before turning the pair of them to face Fluttershy, to see how she was doing.

“Oooooh, she looks pretty out of it.” Fluttershy looked over the out-of-it Dash. “Got another round in ya, once you get her off you that is…”

Micro let out his wolfish chuckle, before leaning down to pick Fluttershy up and start eating out his second girl of the afternoon.

Sometimes, it was good to be a werewolf.

It had taken the three of them a good ten minutes to get the near-comatose Dash off his cock, and a good twenty for him to not only fuck Fluttershy as well, but also get her off his cock after that. Then Micro, in his human self, helped clean the pair up and make sure they were okay, which took a good half-hour.

But now he was basically home after his after-school escapade. Thankfully his parents were away this weekend, so he could just decompress after the whole thing and wonder how it had gotten to the point where he was having sex with multiple girls, in his werewolf form, no less.

The teenaged werewolf opened the door, put his bag down near it, and sighed. He rolled his neck a few times, producing a popping noise, before he headed up to his room.

Upon opening the door, he paused.

“Hey.” A very naked Dash said, standing by his bed. “On the bed, I’m on top this time.”

“Um?” Micro asked, his ears shifting out of reflex. There were so many questions he had, and that seemed the fastest way to ask most of them.

“Go half-wolf, lay down and let me ride you into the sunset.” She smirked. “Also, Flutters gave me your address.”

Micro sighed, but stripped out of his clothes and concentrated. A moment later, the teenaged boy was replaced with a small werewolf, who still had a cock that would lay out most women, and he laid himself down on the bed. Clearly, Flutters had been giving out one too many secrets. The spire of wolven flesh jutted up into the air, daring Dash to try it.

“Oh shut it, you know that this has been a fantasy at least once.” Dash said crawling on her hands and knees until his tip lightly traced down her stomach to her lips.

“Just so you know,” Micro half-said, half growled. “You tie yourself, I’m wearing you like an accessory all weekend.”

“So long as I get to take care of Flutters since you’re tied up.” She stuck her tongue out as she rolled her hips, rubbing his tip back and forth over her lips.

“I mean,” Micro clarified, “That if you lock yourself to my cock, I’m not pulling you off until Sunday evening. I’ll walk around the house with you attached to me.”

“Can you stay hard that long? Isn’t that like, not healthy?” Dash raised a brow, pausing.

“With your tight pussy putting pressure on my knot, unless I pry you off the tie won’t die and the cock will stay huge,” Micro pointed out. “Plus, werewolf.”

“Huh. Cool.” She said before dropping down and engulfing his shaft. “Couldn’t do this earlier, I blame magic bullshit.”

Micro let out a growl as Dash started to ride him. He would thrust up, but he wanted to see if she would listen to his threat at all, or actively seek it out.

She stuck her tongue out as she started to roll her hips and bounce against his knot. “I can be a tease.”

“I’m noticing,” Micro huffed out his small muzzle. “Not that this isn’t enjoyable at all, but you’d do well not to taunt a werewolf, even a small one.”

She dropped and started to grind her lips against his knot. “What, like this?”

Micro let out a low growl. “Yes, like exactly that,” he all but snarled.

She started to roll and bounce faster. “You know, it is kinda tempting.”

“Don’t…tease,” Micro warned, one of his hand-paws raising slightly.

She reached out and entwined her fingers with his hand, before sliding her legs out from under her and slowly letting the knot stretch her lips around it. “You just wanna feel your knot inside this tight pussy.” She smirked at him.

“With this cock, every pussy is tight, but yours is definitely tighter than Flutters,” Micro agreed.

“I’m kinda proud of that.” Dash grinned. “At least I can say I have something, ya know, since I’ve got no ass and no tits.” She snorted, lightly pushing up her small tits with her hands.

“I know of a good way to get you tits~” Micro teased. “Just gotta swell with more than cum.”

She blinked. “Pregnancy kink?”

“Blame Flutters, she’s into the idea of carrying lots of wolf cubs,” Micro explained.

“Well I wouldn’t put it past her.” She shrugged. “She ask to be a werewolf already?”

“Yes,” Micro sighed, rolling his eyes. “I’m allowed to do it once, not to a whole pack of people.”

“Well, she seems perfect for ya.” Dash snorted, before chewing her lip as her lower lips engulfed the knot and their hips kissed.

Immediately, Micro sat up, grabbed Dash by the ass, and began humping, his cock only moving marginally but jumping a good inch back and forth in her sex, bumping her deepest recesses as he mated her.

“Such a needy pup.” Dash tried to keep cool as the wolfboy mated her.

“I was serious,” he huffed, pulling back and looking her in the eye. “I’m keeping you locked to me all weekend. Better wrap your legs around me, because I’ll be pumping you full.”

She did just that, simultaneously rubbing her clit with a free hand.

“You wanted tits, right?” Micro-wolf growled. “I think they’ll plump up nicely with a litter inside you.”

“Won’t believe it until I see it.” Dash huffed.

“Good thing I have all weekend to try…”

Scaling mount dragon 01

Author's Note

Kinks: Anthro, Age-up CMC, Giant Dragon Dong, Large male on smaller female, a dragon shared between friends, and dominance play.

Scaling mount dragon 01

There was a downside to living with a fashionista. Yes, you’d have your choice of all kinds of nice clothes, not that Sweetie Belle cared for fancy clothes at this point. No, the downside was, when your sister was away you needed to mind the store.

In a town that consisted of mainly farms, you never really had that much need for fancy dress clothes. Out-of-town ponies from Canterlot did come in for special orders from time to time, but what Rarity always seemed to forget during her time creatingwas that the shop portion of the boutique was empty most of the day.

Thus, Sweetie Belle was volun-told to “Mind the shop while I’m away.” Thus, Sweetie sat, staring boredly at the door with her hand propping up her chin.

She really wanted to be upstairs doing anything else but somehow Rarity would know if she left the front. Probably some magic bullshit thing she had set up.

It was going to be a long day.

Spark the dragon sighed. His date had been a bust, and he didn’t really see the need to keep the suit. He had the funny feeling it had intimidated the poor mare. Though it could have been the fact that he was, well, a dragon that also did that. Plus every time he moved too quickly he was afraid of tearing the cloth on his blue-green scales. Once the date had ended, he’d gone home, carefully removed the suit without tearing so much as an inch, and folded it up.

That was yesterday. Today he was taking it back to the shop he’d gotten it from. He wasn’t expecting a full refund, but he didn’t need something like this around.

The bell over the door dinged as he walked in, and the adult dragon blinked. Huh, that wasn’t the mare who’d sold him the suit behind the counter. “Um, hi?” he said with a small wave of one clawed hand, his voice deep and with a little bit of a rumble to it. “I’m here to return a suit, I don’t need it anymore. The date…didn’t end well.”

Sweetie blinked, refocusing from her wandering thoughts. She sat up straight when she saw the titanic form of dragon in front of her. “Oh. Iiiii’m sorry to hear that.” She said, getting her bearings. She cleared her throat, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed just being in a blue hoodie and gray sweatpants. (What, she preferred comfort.) She quickly pulled the order list out from under the counter. “Lemme see… Ah, do you have the receipt?”

The dragon pulled out a slip of paper from his pants (one of the only things he was wearing, the other being a vest of some sort) and gingerly handed it over, careful with his claws to not puncture anything. “I got the feeling it might be important,” he said with a wry chuckle.

“Yeah, kinda helps me find the…” She said, taking the receipt and looking it over. “Ah- Wait, how much did she charge you? All she does is special orders.” Sweetie’s eyes bugged out a bit at the price. She held a hand out for the suit. “Did it even fit right? Honestly, it’s like all she knows is how to make clothes for ponies or something.” She steamed, before looking up at the dragon. “Sorry, long, long day. I’m Sweetie Belle.”

“Spark,” the dragon said, holding out one clawed hand to shake. “And yes, she took my measurements. Twice, just to be sure she hadn’t missed anything. It fit, but I was constantly afraid of tearing it. I figured I could return it and not have to worry about the delicate nature of the thing anymore.”

“Dude, you could flex right now and probably explode your shorts off.” Sweetie snickered. “So, I got mad over nothing. You must be used to it. Uh, sorry about your date. What happened, if that’s not too painful.”

“I think she was either intimidated by me or the suit,” Spark said, before raising a claw to his chin. “Or the sight of me in the suit. The dinner conversation wasn’t, and she all but ran out of the restaurant when I paid the bill.”

“What the fuuuuck?” Sweetie blinked. “What a bitch. Sorry to sound shallow but,” she gestured at all of him, “Damn! Who wouldn’t want all this?”

“Apparently last night’s date,” Spark chuckled. “It’s okay, though. Plenty more females out there.” He tapped the edge of the counter. “So that refund…?”

“Shit, sorry.” She shook her head, and popped the till to retrieve the bits. Once retrieved she dumped them in a small sack and held it out. “Ya know, if you're free later, I could be one of those females.” She said with a giggle. “You live around here?” She quickly added. ‘Why did I say that?!’ She yelled at herself internally.

“Oh yeah, just down the road, I live on Bridle Way,” Spark replied. “Pretty sure it’s one of the few houses made of stone around here because, you know,” he gestured to all of himself. “Dragon. Fire.”

“Huh. Duh, should’ve guessed. Know a dragon, but he lives in a big, shiny castle. He was always head over heels for my sister.” Sweetie shrugged. “Never really could find the right guy myself, last guy I dated got me into gaming, yet he was also a whiny momma’s boy.” She rolled her eyes. “Maybe I need to look for someone older rather than younger.” She winked at him.

“I’m pretty sure you’re too small for someone like me,” Spark said, gesturing to her height before using the same hand to indicate how tall he was.

“You’d be surprised how many- and I’m not finishing that sentence.” Sweetie coughed, her cheeks bright pinks. “Sorry, little flustered.”

“It’s okay,” Spark said with a chuckle. “Honestly I admire your enthusiasm. You’ll make someone very happy someday, I’m sure.” With a smile and a swish of his tail, the large dragon slunk out of the shop, his pointed tailtip the last thing to leave.

Sweetie slumped to the counter. “... Rarity get home faster.” She whined. “I might have a date.”

Spark hummed to himself as he worked in his machine shop. He liked working on these devices, it helped to clear his head to make sure that they were all in working order. Sometimes they just needed a little elbow grease, sometimes they needed a new fan belt or gear to properly function again.

At the moment he was lying under a train engine block that he had suspended from his ceiling, humming as he took the thing apart.

There was a knock on the garage door. “Uh, knock knock?” That was a familiar voice. “It’s Sweetie Belle, from the uh, boutique…. What am I doing?” He heard her groan to herself.

“I remember you from the other day,” Spark called back, his tail twitching a little in recollection. “Come on in, the door’s not locked, just mind the tools and parts.”

The door opened and hooves clopped on the concrete floor of the garage. “I’m used to making my way through messes.” Sweetie chuckled. “Uh, sorry if this is intruding, or something. I just thought… you might want some company… or something.”

“I mean I wouldn’t turn down some company, this can wait a moment,” the dragon said, wiping his claws on a nearby rag as he pulled himself out from under the engine block. Goodness, he really was big. She’d almost forgotten how big in the few days it had been.

Sweetie, in seemingly the same hoodie and sweatpants, leaned against a tool cabinet. “What, um, what kind of company are you wanting? … Sweet Celestia I’m bad at this.”

“Bad at what?” Spark said with a head tilt. “I’m mostly just glad to have someone around to talk to. What were you intending to do while you were here?”

“I’m bad at flirting.” She mumbled, looking at the engine block. “Aaaand… I’m kinda embarrassed, to say.”

“Oh.” Spark blinked a few times, before putting a hand to just above her head. “I thought we’d come to the conclusion that you were a little small for me?” he questioned.

“Noooo you came to that conclusion, and you’d be surprised at what I can take. You haven’t seen the bad dragon dildos in my closet.” She managed to say before her face turned beet red.

Spark, to her surprise, actually chuckled and pat her head. “I doubt that confidence of yours will measure up to the actual thing,” he told her.

She actually pouted. “Only one way to find out.”

Spark had no idea how that conversation had led to him lying on his bed, the only thing he was wearing being his pants, as a half-naked Sweetie stood nearby. To be fair, it was a lot of bed, and he took up the middle all by himself.

“Nervous?” he asked her.

Sweetie unhooked her bra (which she happened to actually wear for once). “Antsy.” She replied, dropping her bra into the pile. “And, if you are too big, I could always titfuck you and/or try to blow you. You know, back up plan.” She said, lightly pressing her CC-cup breasts together. “And, I know I’m not much to look at compared to my sister.”

“Your sister was the one who made the suit?” Spark checked, getting a nod in return. “...Point,” he admitted. “But it wasn’t your sister who decided to try to lay the dragon in his own home.”

“Well, yeah.” She stepped over to the bed, before pausing and slipping her panties off. Only to kick them onto the pile of clothes. She stood next to the bed. “Whelp. Here I am.” She lightly shrugged.

“If you’re sure,” Spark said, hooking his claws into his pants and unbuttoning them at the front. The fabric slipped down, revealing Sweetie’s target.

His length immediately sprung free of the cloth confines once the pants were pulled down far enough, and she could start making comparisons as it jutted from his otherwise smooth crotch. Namely, it was about as long as her arm, and as thick around as a piece of pipe. Plus, there were the ridges to consider. Every few inches the cock seemed to bump outwards before returning to somewhat normal. All in all, a challenge, even for her.

She blinked. “Huh.” She hummed, climbing onto the bed and shimmying on her knees up to the length. “Well, who needs organs.” She snorted a laugh.

“Seriously, don’t feel like you have to hurt yourself to prove anything,” Spark said, lifting a hand in concern. “There’s a reason I’m on bottom.”

She shimmied closer and shifted into a squat. “Not wanting to prove anything.” She said, lightly caressing his length with a velvety hand, before gripping it softly. Her lips lightly kissed his tip. “Don’t got any plans today, do you?” She asked, lightly rocking her hips, grinding her lips against his tip.

“Not really,” he said, doing his best to not buck upwards. “What were you planning on-”

She let herself sink onto the tip, quickly engulfing it before taking the first ridge where she paused and lightly rocked back and forth, sliding what she took of his length around inside her. “Mmmm, see?” She stuck her tongue out at him, though her face was bright pink.

“That’s just one,” Spark said, trying not to moan. “I’m pretty sure anyone could take the first one. More than that and you might hurt your-”

Her reply, cutting him off, was sinking deeper, taking not one, but two more of the ridges with a satisfied groan. “S-so sue me, I like massive cocks. Love sitting on my massive dragon dildos, though, you might just take their place.”

“You’re talking like this is going to be…a regular thing,” Spark noted, doing his best to sit up a little without jostling the proceedings. “Do your dildos have ridges like this?” he questioned her.

“Small one does, though a fav is the hemipenis, not that that's a knock at you.” She said, slowly sliding further, her lips slowly engulfing the next ridge. “Also, you saying you wouldn’t want to have a twenty-something filly ride you, or let you ruin her pussy for any other stallion.” She winked.

“I mean, if only for reasons of your health, I don’t think you should make it a thing you do constantly,” Spark pointed out, now using his arms to push himself into a somewhat sitting up pose, looking down at the mare still squatting over his length. “You still haven’t proven you can take the whole thing, and that can’t be doing good things to your-”

She slid her hooves out from under her and slowly let gravity take her further and further down. She groaned as a bulge slowly grew in her stomach. She moaned as she stretched around every ridge.

And all too soon, there was the small impact of their crotches meeting, the mare impaled on the length of dragon dick that was stretching her to her utmost limits and making her enjoy it.

Her hands pressed and ran over the bulge in her stomach. “H-how do I feel?” She groaned out, meeting his eyes.

Spark leaned down and trapped her lips in a kiss with his own, his tongue twisting into her mouth to wrestle hers into submission as his clawed hands came up to rest on either of her hips. Once the kiss broke, he looked her in the eyes and let out a low growl. “Like the best toy a dragon could ask for,” he said in a low tone. “Hot, wet, tight, snug…and even capable of giving feedback as to how hard you want it.”

“Gonna sound like a slut, but I wanna cum on this cock. Then I want you to ream me senseless.” She said biting her lip and running a hand down to start rubbing and circling her clit.

Then Spark firmed up his grip on her hips. “Why not both at once?” he questioned, before he started lifting her up. If the ridges felt good on the way in, then they stretched her just right on the way out as well. He took out all but the last ridge…

And then slammed her down again, thrusting upwards to hammer the head of his cock into her depths, to make her realize how much he’d meant that ‘toy’ comment earlier.

Her breath was driven out with every thrust in, only for her to manage a gasp of breath as he pulled her off. Every thrust made her see stars. And every thrust made her hotter and wetter. A splatter of her juices spurted against his crotch with every impact.

The dragon let out another possessive growl as he pushed himself to his knees, taking away any chance she could support herself with her legs as he just kept using her. He trapped her lips in another kiss to hammer home his dominance as his tongue ravished her mouth like his cock ruined her pussy. Up and down, he was relentless. He seemed to be driving the pair of them to a peak she’d never reached on her own.

She groaned into his lips, whining out with every domineering thrust. Adoring the feeling of being full, and being so completely dominated. Being little more than a hole for his massive cock to fill. To use.

She squealed as her lust squirted onto his stomach. He let out another little possessive growl at that, before pushing her all the way down and holding her there, his own cock twitching in her depths. Something hot, molten, bubbled up through his cock, and splashed as deep as it could go. Very little escaped thanks to the ridges, which meant most of his boiling seed went up instead.

Her stomach swelled as stars burst in her vision. Her whole body shook and shuddered as she peaked a second time, meer moments after her first. Her ears rang. It was all nearly overwhelming.

Then the dragon chuckled as he sat back, letting her flop only a little thanks to the length of cock inside of her. “Well,” he said with a bit of a drawl. “That was a good first round.”

“First… Round…?” She asked slowly. “I might need a minute. The spirit is willing, but the body is squishy and fragile.”

“That’s a shame,” Spark said, running a finger over her stomach’s bulge. “Because adult dragons, when riled up, can go all night.”

“Might need to call in some back up.” She said, flopping back onto the bed. Taking that as a signal, Spark slowly popped his dick out of the mare, one ridge at a time. Only a trickle of seed escaped as he did, the majority remaining within her before she was freed from his length.

“So, what, do you share dragons with your friends often?” he quipped.

“Nah, they just don’t get laid as often, not that I do, mind you, but we’ve had this thing where if we’re not in a committed relationship, we share guys. We’ve been close like that.” Sweetie explained with a small groan.

“I, see.” Spark blinked. “Do you want me to bring you something?” he said, looking at how she was just laying there. “I’m assuming your legs still work.”

“My phone and maybe some water.” She said, stretching out slowly. “Phone should be in my sweats pocket.”

“On it,” Spark nodded.

Scootaloo was drying herself off after her post-workout-at-the-gym-shower when her phone buzzed.

Sweetie: ‘Scoots. Need some help.’

Scootaloo blinked. ‘With?’

Sweetie: ‘With a guy I met.’

She blinked again. ‘Kay? You gloating?’

Sweetie: ‘In over my head. He big. Too much for me. Halp!’

Scootaloo rolled her eyes. ‘Fine, give me the address, I’ll come save you.’

“And I just showered too.”

Apple Bloom wiped her brow and stretched out. She’d just finished fixing the tractor, since Big Mac hurt his back… again.

There was a rattle as her phone buzzed on the shelf.

Scootaloo: ‘Sweetie found herself a guy. Needs some help.’

It buzzed again.

Sweetie: ‘So, I’m in over my head. I need some help.’

Apple Bloom snorted a laugh. She texted Scootaloo. ‘Meet ya there.’

She switched to Sweetie’s text. ‘Gimme the details, I’ll head out.’

Spark had helped Sweetie sit up on his bed and gotten her a glass of water while her fingers were tapping away on her phone. Presumably calling in her backup. “You look cute like that,” he mused, running a clawed hand through her hair. “Like a big toy just waiting to be used.”

“That’s a great way to get me to come back.” She glanced at him. “Talk to me like I’m an object.” She said dryly, though did give him a wink.

“I mean, you weren’t really complaining when I treated you like one,” he teased, his tail snaking around to rub at her still protruding stomach.

“During is fine. During I’m a horny idiot.” She commented, sticking her tongue out at him.

“Fair,” Spark agreed, moving to instead use his hand to bring her against his side, sitting there and snuggling with the (much) smaller form of the mare. “Though as you point out, for me, this is still very much during.”

“I should say mid-fuck, since this is the cooldown.” She added, taking a drink of water. “Mm, and they should be on their way.”

“Ah yes, the mysterious friends who will help me relieve my pent up tension,” Spark said, playfully mussing the mare’s mane a little.

“One’s a farm mare and the other’s a mechanic. They’re much more, eh, hands on.” She shrugged. “Wouldn’t be surprised if AB rode your cock and Scoots rode your face.”

“I think I’ll take the both of them like I did you, thank you,” Spark teased. “Let them climb on first and then give them a good screw.” Something about the second name rang a bell, but he wasn’t sure what.

After a few minutes the doorbell rang.

“And that’d be them.” Sweetie commented, checking her phone.

Spark nodded, putting a bathrobe on and tying it closed, giving the mare a kiss on the forehead under her horn. Then he stood up and headed to the front door, ready to see who Sweetie thought could help her handle him.

“Hi.” Apple Bloom waved, wearing a tank top and jeans.

Scootaloo blinked stupidly. She happened to be wearing a sports bra and skin-tight running shorts. “Uh, hi boss.”

“Fuckin, what?” Apple Bloom snapped her head around and stared at Scootaloo.

“Well this is unexpected,” Spark hummed, standing to one side to let them both in. “I take it you’ve not thought of me like that before, Scootaloo?”

“Well not outloud.” Scootaloo admitted.

“How’s Sweetie?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Look at the size of him, she’s a water balloon.” Scootaloo gestured at him.

“Not quite,” Spark chuckled, leading them both to his bedroom, where Sweetie was sitting propped up against the headboard. While they were looking at her, he quietly let his bathrobe fall to the ground.

“Hey.” Sweetie waved. “Still recovering.”

Apple Bloom responded by undoing and stepping out of her jeans. Only to bend over as she pulled down her panties.

Scootaloo tugged her sports bra off and sat in on the foot of the bed, as she tugged her shorts down, revealing that she wasn’t wearing anything else underneath.

“Pick one.” Apple Bloom commented as she stayed bent over in front of the dragon.

Spark hummed as he used his hands to gently ease Apple Bloom’s shirt off over her head, rendering her nearly as naked as Scootaloo. His claws undid the snaps of her bra before that fell too, and then the dragon cupped her ass with one hand to pull her against his side, leading her to the bed. On the way, he paused to pick up Scootaloo as well, before sitting next to Sweetie and getting comfortable with his mare cargo.

“I have a different proposition,” he rumbled, his cock twitching a little. “One of you rides me, while the other one, I show the delights of a dragon’s tongue. And when you’re both worn out, I take you both, one after another.”

“I’ll sit on your face.” Scoots said dryly. “I’m tight, though that doesn’t mean you can’t fuck my ass, with lube of course.”

“Which means I get the dick.” Apple Bloom chuckled.

Spark leaned to his right to heft Scootaloo up, ending up with her nethers level with his maw. “You misunderstand,” he drawled. “You’re not riding me, but you will get a tongue in your snatch, and later, a dick as well.”

Before she could object, his tongue snaked out and began exploring her depths.

“Wha- Hey- O-Oh Celestia!” Scootaloo yelped as Apple Bloom shimmied forward and helped prop up Scootaloo by her shoulders, only to start to grind on Spark’s cock.

The dragon flexed his hips a little, causing the tip of his cock to smear itself up and down the apple mare’s lips. Meanwhile, he kept Scootaloo suspended as he started to twist his tongue inside of the mare, trying to get her to sing for him.

“Th-that’s right! You’ve wanted this since I started.” Scootaloo grunted and gasped and Apple Bloom, somewhat forcefully shoved the cock inside herself with a lusty grunt.

“Told ya.” Sweetie commented, lazilly rubbing at her lips.

Spark let out a snort, before he exhaled a breath of very hot air over Scootaloo’s nethers, warming up his tongue inside of her considerably. Meanwhile, his cock stabbed upwards with one mighty hump, getting close to putting another ridge in the apple mare.

“Oh, he’s got some fight in him.” Apple Bloom snorted as she humped and bucked, roughly taking more and more of him.

Meanwhile, Scootaloo pressed her hands against Apple Blooms shoulders and shoved herself back into his snout.

So the dragon obliged, using his scaled, heated snout to grind into the orange mare’s inflamed clit as his tongue began doing corkscrews inside of her. He couldn’t exactly shove himself any higher, he’d have to wait for the apple mare to lower herself more before he could hump any deeper.

“Lemme go.” Scoot’s grunted, humping into his face. “Trust me.”

Slowly, the dragon took his claws away from her ass, one at a time.

Scootaloo’s weight was now on Apple Bloom, which only forced the cock in faster.

Shockingly, Apple Bloom took every ridge without effort, on the contrary. The moment their hips touched, she started to roughly hump against him. Her hands grabbed Scootaloo’s face she mashed her lips into her friend’s, only causing the friend in question to hump the dragon’s face harder.

Harold hummed as he used his hands to instead spread Scootaloo wider, each one gripping one of her legs and spreading her a little bit so that his snout could worm between them just a little more. In mere moments he closed his maw over her lower lips and swirled his tongue over her pussy, flicking her clit a few times as his lengthy oral organ passed over it. Then it dived back into her pussy like a snake down a hole, roughly tongue-fucking the orange pegasus.

Apple Bloom seemed to help, leaning against the mare in the middle.

Scootaloo started to shake, whining and groaning into Apple Bloom’s lips, as her lusty juices coated the dragon’s tongue. Her needy whines only got louder and more desperate as her walls clenched at his squirming tongue.

Apple Bloom broke the kiss. “Come on, Scoots. Let it out.”

Scootaloo groaned out as her legs snapped out of his grip and latched onto his head. She let out gasping breaths, before whining as his mouth was filled with her delicious nectar.

That was one…how many times could he make her cum with his tongue before Apple Bloom tired of doing the same?

“Nothin face, tongue fuck her, we can get another out of her before I get ta treat ya like my fuck toy.” Apple Bloom smirked.

Well, with permission given…

The dragon began using his tongue like a dildo, hammering it back and forth. And on every backstroke, he feathered her clit before diving right back in. He wanted this little mare to sing for him.

“Oh fuck! Oh- Shit! Please- Fuck- Just- HARDER!” Scootaloo shouted as he felt her rippling around his tongue. “ALMOST THERE! HARDER!”

So he obliged, sending his tongue knocking up against her innermost barrier, tickling it with promises of the seeding to come, when she had her turn being railed by him.

And his face was splattered with her second climax as she very quickly went limp, and was somewhat unceremoniously passed off to Sweetie, who cuddled the out-of-it Scootaloo.

“So,” Spark said, looking down at Apple Bloom. “Your turn.”

“Correction.” She said, slowly getting up, squeezing as she reached each ridge. “Your turn.” She said, slamming her hips against his with a loud wet slap.

“Oh, by all means, wear yourself out,” Spark chuckled, leaning back and letting her do the work if she so desired. “And when you’re done, and I’m done with you, I’ll circle back to plowing Scootaloo…giving her a promotion from employee to fucktoy.”

“Might give her a promotion at the shop if this turns into a regular thing.” Apple Bloom smirked, humping and bouncing against his lap. “Say, ya ever think about fuckin Scoots, you know, before ya tongue-fucked her.”

“Not really,” Spark admitted. “But I can see I was missing out.” He used a claw to trace down the pegamare’s back. “Might have to keep her like this so I can fuck her on the regular.”

“I wouldn’t- mmmph! A ride now and then, but those two, oh, those two I think would like to be fucked brainless on the regular.” Apple Bloom, slammed her hips against his, squeezed her thighs against his waist and started to rub and stroke at the bulge in her stomach. A hand lightly squeezed against the very noticeable tip.

The dragon growled and leaned in, gripping Apple Bloom by the hips. “If I’m cumming in you, farmmare,” he hissed. “I do it after I’ve had my fun.”

She had just enough time to process that before he began treating her like he had Sweetie: using her rough and hard.

However, as opposed to the more dainty mare, Apple Bloom seemed to love it. “Atta boy! Use my cunt.” She said with a lusty grunt.

So the dragon did, pistoning her up and down several times in rapid succession, squeezing his ridges in and out, and generally ravishing the eager mare’s nethers. One hand eventually let go of her hips, to come around to her front and tease her inflamed clit on each upward thrust.

“G-good boy!” She put her hands on his shoulders and rocked her hips in time with his thrusts. “Ya want me ta cum, ya gotta work for it.”

The dragon let out another possessive growl and decided to shut her up. He trapped her mouth with his, his long tongue entering into combat to dominate her mouth and silence the commentary while he continued to ravish her.

A hand grabbed onto the back of his head, holding onto a horn as their tongues wrestled. Slowly she slowed down her bucking and simply let him ravage her.

With his conquest finally in order, the dragon kept up his hard, fast pace, intent on making her moan so that he could say he’d made them all cum before seeding them. He eventually let up on the kiss, though not so much the clit rubbing. She squeezed her tits, groping at herself as she bit her lip. “Almost- There-” She grunted out.

The dragon leaned down and demonstrated how long his tongue was, licking from her mid torso up. Then he used his tongue to tease her nipples, flicking each one with his lengthy, hot, wet tongue.

She hissed as he felt her tense and squeeze him. She chewed on her lip and scrunched up her face as she let out a shudder.

Then the dragon held her down and began blasting her insides with his hot, liquid, almost lava-like cum. Very little of it was allowed to seep out, thanks to her squeezing him so tight and the ridges acting like dams. So most of it went up into the farmmare’s depths.

“Mmmmm…. How potent are ya?” She asked, rubbing her stomach.

“I mean…adult dragon, not done with the session yet, pretty sure the middle is where we really start getting going on potency,” Spark pointed out. “But then again, ponies and dragons can crossbreed with anything.”

“Good.” Apple Bloom nodded, before slowly tugging herself off of the drake.

Two down…Spark turned to look at Scootaloo and smirked. One to go. His hands grabbed onto the pegamare’s hips and slowly lifted her up so that she was staring down the cock for her turn on it.

“Well, fuck me I guess.” Scoots managed.

“Yes, that is the intent.” Sweetie commented with a giggle.

“How do you feel about being promoted from employee to fucktoy?” Spark questioned as he started to lower the mare onto the cock, the tip poking at her folds.

“Besides the obvious, what benefits are there?” Scootaloo asked tentatively.

“Well, your housing situation would change, as would the uniform,” Spark hummed. “I can hardly fuck you whenever I want if you’re not in my home, naked, at all times. Plus there’s generous maternity benefits.”

“You make a compelling argument.” Scoots hummed. “Fuck it.” She shrugged. “And by fuck it I mean, fuck me stupid.”

Spark nodded once and shoved Scootaloo onto the cock, putting half of it inside her in an instant. “Well then, pet, welcome to your new life, I’m keeping you here from now on~” he teased.

Her eyes bugged out and the breath was driven from her. After a moment, all she could let out was a squeak.

“What’s that?” Spark asked, putting a clawed hand on her hips. “Deeper? Well, if you say so…” And he began slowly, inexorably, pushing the pegamare down on his length, spreading her and pushing another ridge into her depths.

“Nnnnnggghh!” She whined out loudly as her legs quivered.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Spark hummed, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “I’ll make it fit. There’s no chance you won’t end up with a belly full of dragon spunk, little mare.” He pushed again, popping another ridge into her and inching towards the next.

She started to pant. “H-hold- Hold my wrists…” She squeaked out.

One hand reached up and gathered both of her wrists, holding them over her head, while the other kept pushing her down. “You’re going to live here,” he promised. “And I’m going to fuck you whenever you’re coherent enough to enjoy it, just to see that fucked stupid look on your face when I’m done~”

Her lust started to drool down his cock every time he pulled out.

“You won’t need any clothes,” he teased. “And I’ll only wash you enough to keep you clean, not enough to get my stink out of your coat, so you remember who owns you.” She came up a little bit, only for him to push her twice as far down. She hadn’t taken the whole thing yet, but with a little effort and all-natural lubrication, it was only a matter of time.

Scoots was seeing stars. She went limp and let him have his way. The tough tomboy was loving this.

Eventually, the dragon pushed just a bit too much, and-

Pop

He was all the way in, his cock kissing her innermost barrier as she hung there, limp, impaled on a spire of dragonflesh.

Scootaloo had never felt so stuffed. She was shaking. Her mind was fuzzy.

She loved it.

Then he started to use her, drawing her up so that only the tip remained inside before slamming her back down and stuffing her full of dragon dick once again, stretching her and filling her at the same time.

“Can’t- take- much- more-” She managed between thrusts.

“You’ll have plenty of time to train up your stamina during your stay,” Spark teased, before finally taking mercy on the poor pegamare and jamming her down, keeping her there this time.

Then she learned what it meant to be stuffed full of dragon dick, as his cock unloaded his potent, hot load, directly where it could do the most damage, warming her from the inside out.

“Uuuugh…. Fuuuuck…..” She groaned out, hanging there limply.

“So,” Spark said as he felt himself finally start to soften, slowly pulling Scootaloo off of his cock. “How much of that was dirty talk, and how much of that is serious?”

“Not… Not sure yet…” Scootaloo rasped.

“How many ponies ya think ya could support.” Apple Bloom asked as she rubbed at Sweetie Belle, with the other mare rubbing at her.

“Well I mean, my mechanist thing is more of a hobby, I could very well make a living off of just ‘being a dragon’, I have the hoard for it,” Spark commented. “Why?”

“Just thinkin.” Apple Bloom shrugged.

“Wouldn’t mind moving out of my sister’s place.” Sweetie commented.

“...Am I going to gain three mates in one afternoon of debauchery?” Spark asked them.

“No comment.” Scootaloo groaned.

“Maybe.” Applebloom added.

“Yes.” Sweetie grinned.

Spark sighed as he came home after another long day at work. He’d fixed up that old locomotive engine but good, and now he was free for the next few days.

The door clicked open.

“Spaaaark!” There was a pomph as Sweetie Belle hit his chest. Said mare happened to be naked. At this point, he was used to it.

“Hello Sweetie,” Spark said, patting the mare’s head with one hand as he shut the door behind him with his tail, so that nobody could catch a glimpse of how he lived his life.

“How was the day?” She asked happily.

“Rewarding, I finally fixed that engine I was talking about,” Spark said, moving towards the living room so he could sit down. Though he didn’t let go of Sweetie at any point.

“Good.” Sweetie grinned. “So, what can I get you, food, or drink, or a bath and/or shower, orrrrr… me.” She stuck her tongue out.

“You do always put yourself on the menu,” Spark chuckled as he sat on the couch, Sweetie jumping up to join him in moments. “What about the others?”

“AB’s helping at the farm and Scoots will be home soon here I think. She went for groceries, because she was more clothed than me.” She snickered.

“I mean, you do seem to be following the in-house uniform quite well,” Spark agreed, using one hand to cup her ample rear and bring her in closer to himself.

“What can I say, it’s a fun rule.” She snickered.

“And the fact that you’ve used it as an excuse to hide from your sister because you’d be indecent?” Spark asked with a raised eyeridge.

“Oh absolutely.” Sweetie deadpanned. Spark took that as his cue to tickle her around the waist, prompting her to giggle and snort before he got serious again.

“Seriously though,” he said. “Where did you put your clothes?”

“Oh, they’re all folded up ready for me to put them on, which I will do… at some point.”

“Uhuh.” Spark nodded his head, somehow conveying he wasn’t convinced in one smooth motion. “And in which house are they in?”

“My room here, thank you very much. I’m not an animal.” She rolled her eyes.

“Which is why you choose to go without,” the dragon drawled. “Seriously, I said that to Scootaloo in the heat of the moment, you don’t have to-”

She put a finger to his scaly lips. “Ap. Hush. If it makes you feel better, I’ll go put some clothes on.”

“No no, it’s…” He sighed. “If you enjoy it, then I won’t stop you. Just, one day I’m going to have visitors.”

“Which is why I know the difference between a knock on the door and you coming in via keys.” She rolled her eyes again.

Spark chuckled and leaned down, to trap Sweetie’s lips in a small, sensual kiss. They stayed like that for a few moments before breaking, the dragon humming contentedly. “So what all did you send Scoots to get?” he asked.

“Necessities.” She said. At his brow raise, she sighed. “Milk, bread, cheese, the normal stuff we go through. What did you expect, beer and junk food? Seriously, I gave her a specific list.”

“And did pregnancy tests happen to crop up?” the dragon said with a smirk.

“No, not yet. Not for your lack of trying.” She snorted.

“True. When was your Heat supposed to come around again?” the dragon asked with a small snort of his own.

“Starts in about a month, so, you might not make it to work much if you have all three of us after you.” She commented, leaning into him.

“Assuming I don’t break the three of you in one night,” the dragon drawled. “It takes the three of you to last one night with me.”

“Well I’m sorry we don’t have your dragon stamina.” She rolled her eyes at him again.

“I’m pretty sure we’re going to end up with a small house of kirins,” the dragon chuckled, running one hand down Sweetie’s back.

“Could be worth it, it could also be hellish.” She shrugged.

“Well I know you can’t break my hand, so I’ll be there for you the whole way,” the dragon said with a snort, laying his head atop Sweetie’s.

There was a click and the front door opened, quickly followed by Scootaloo dragging numerous bags. “I got all the stuff on the list plus alcohol plus junk food.”

“Your arms okay?” Sweetie asked, looking over the back of the couch.

“I’m fine.” Scootaloo commented, then saw Spark. “Oh, lemme put stuff down then I’ll strip.”

“You girls,” Spark sighed, shaking his head but smiling all the while. “You’re going to make me feel overdressed at this rate.”

Sweetie snorted. “You could always join us, but I don’t want you passing out due to dick-based bloodloss.”

“I mean,” Spark looked down at the unicorn mare for a moment. “You’re implying that’d be a problem. Dragon here, I don’t have that sort of issue, thank you. I’m made to be hard for a while.”

And when he looked back up at Scootaloo, she was already stripped down to her underwear.

“Yeah, yeah, gimme a sec.” Scootaloo said, fumbling with the latch of her bra.

Spark rolled his eyes and shifted his body a little, using one clawed hand to unzip his pants and let his hardening shaft jut out from his crotch, already filling the air with the musky smell of smoke and fire and dragon male.

“I take it the pair of you are willing to see if you can tame this beast?” the dragon drawled, looking back down at Sweetie.

“I’m first.” Sweetie held up her hand. Scootaloo just rolled her eyes, only for Sweetie to immediately climb onto his cock. Scootaloo shook her head as she dragged the bags into the kitchen.

As she slid down, the front door clicked open.

Apple Bloom paused as the door shut behind her.

There was a moment of “silence” (broken by the groans of Sweetie.)

“Consarnit, y’all started without me!”

Bodyguard duty can be dull

Author's Note

Kinks: Crossover (Kung-Fu Panda), Tigress, Horny Tiger, Aggressive Tiger, Vaginal.

Bodyguard duty can be dull

Master Tigress was having quite the boring day. Recently, the country Xinyue had sent an ambassador to meet with the ‘Princess of Friendship.’ She had been offered up (was the last one in the room, to be honest) to be the bodyguard to said ambassador when they had come to the temple to ask for one. Thus she had been sent to Ponyville with the ambassador, a pig by the name of Zi. The pig was a pig, and laid the compliments on thick, not that Tigress cared. She wasn’t interested. The closest interest she had was Po, and he was far closer to a brother than a romantic interest.

On getting to Ponyville, she’d been offered a room in the Princess’s palace. Thankfully far away from Zi. The downside was, while there, and in Ponyville-slash-Equestria in general, she really wasn’t needed. The bodyguarding was mainly for the way there.

So, the Master had time on her paws. Said time was spent wandering Ponyville. Many of Princess Twilight Sparkle's friends had tried to drag her into various things. Rarity wanted to have her try on dresses (Which she despised). Pinkie Pie was… too much. Rainbow Dash was fine, though she did want to challenge her to a paw race. Applejack was very welcoming, and punching trees to get apples was a fine alternative to her normal meditation and training. She had yet to meet Fluttershy, though, by the name, seeing that one might not happen while she was here.

So her days were normally spent wandering before one of Twilight’s friends dragged her off to do something. Hopefully today Rainbow Dash would take her out to go drinking.

She was wandering the one of the more residential areas of the town, when a scent caught her nose. It was sweet and faintly familiar. Was that catnip? She blinked. Where was that coming from?

She followed her nose. Not that she needed the catnip, she was just curious. She actually hadn’t properly experienced catnip since she was a kitten.

She moved a little faster, a cottage with an attached greenhouse quickly came into view. The scent seemed to be coming from the cottage itself.

It would be incredibly rude to just barge in. So she stopped herself, in spite of her lashing tail, and simply knocked on the door.

A few moments passed, before the door opened, having been answered by one of the stranger ponies she’d ever seen. He seemed to be some sort of hybrid between two types, though which she couldn’t name off the top of her head. His coat seemed to be light blue, with midnight blue stripes running through it. His hair was similarly striped and also standing up like a brush. He had wings, but they were those of a bat or a dragon, and his eyes were not unlike her own, slitted and adjusting to the sunlight.

“Ah,” he said in a deep voice, and smiled at her. “I had heard through the grapevine that Ponyville was to play host to some ambassador from a far-away land. Surely you must be one of them, come to grace my humble establishment with your presence and beauty.”

“What.” She blinked, her ears twitching a bit. “Ah, no, I’m just his bodyguard. Not that that means much here.” She shook her head. “Sorry for interrupting your day. I simply smelled something.”

“Well, if you smelled something interesting, it likely came from the shop or the greenhouse, so come in, let’s see if we can get you better acquainted with the source,” the stallion offered, standing to one side in the doorway. “I’m Nightshade, purveyor of all manner of plants, from the common to the more exciting.”

“Tigress.” She replied, stepping into the apparent shop and looking around. There were all manner of shelves holding potted plants, and a skylight besides, to give them natural light. A small counter held a cash register, and there was a door out the back of the room that seemed to lead towards the greenhouse.

The stallion closed the door and stepped behind the counter, looking at his customer. “So, what can I help you with?” he offered. “If it’s a common sort of plant, it’s likely out here. But if you’re in the market for something more rare, I have those too. I did travel a bit before setting the shop up properly.”

“Honestly… Catnip. Haven’t smelled it since I was a kitten.” She said bluntly.

“Ah, should have guessed,” the stallion chuckled. “Well I do have some of that, I will not lie. It’s kept behind the counter for an obvious reason, you are hardly the first feline race I have encountered. However, if you’re looking for merely the smell, there is an alternative to a plant that some regions consider intoxicating if imbibed.”

“Oh?” She raised a brow. “And what’s that?”

“Well, correct me if I’m wrong, but from the sound of it, the smell is a particularly fond memory for you, yes?” the stallion asked. “If so, I have a more exotic plant in my greenhouse that might appeal. It smells different to everyone who comes near, reminding them of their most fond memory.”

“That sounds nice.” She nodded with a small smile. “Lead on.”

The stallion smiled and went to the door, opening it and leading the way to the greenhouse.

Instantly, when she stepped across the border, the humidity climbed and the temperature seemed to go up a few degrees. Not enough to be uncomfortable, but enough to indicate some form of climate control.

“It took a pretty bit to get this whole greenhouse set up,” the stallion admitted as she looked around at the various plants that seemed to somehow notice their keeper coming into the room, their flowers and leaves rustling in an unfelt wind. “I must advise you not to touch anything I don’t point out as safe,” he warned. “Some of these plants simply aren’t if they’re handled improperly. I can think of one that’s poisonous to the very touch.”

She coughed a little and put her paw to her nose. “The scents are definitely strong here.”

“Some are meant to attract certain insects as a part of their pollination cycle,” the stallion commented as he led her past a few beds. “Some are meant as deterrents to keep predators away. Sort of a ‘eat me and you’ll regret it’ warning.” He paused in front of one flowerbed and knelt down, gently touching a plant that reminded her of lavender, but the flowers were all wrong. “And some just want to help people,” he said softly. “This one. It’s called Fondest Wish, I got it from Hollow Shades up north. Give it a sniff.”

She took her paw away and gave it a small sniff. Chills ran down her back. “That’s… nice.”

“Is it what you were looking for?” he asked, glancing at the tigress from the corner of his eye.

She nodded. “That will do. How much?” She looked at him.

“Give me five minutes to get a pot for you to carry it in,” he said, waving her back to the doorway. “It’s a fairly common request, so I grow quite a bit of it. Shouldn’t take me longer than that.”

“Of course, but I am now in your debt.” She nodded, glancing around as he left. After a few minutes, he rejoined he from the greenhouse, carrying a pot with one of the flowers in it, bobbing back and forth with his movements as he set it on the counter.

“Five bits and I’ll throw in the care instructions so you don’t kill it in the first week,” the stallion joked.

“My thanks.” She nodded. “Though I do know how to take care of most plants.”

The stallion merely raised an eyebrow in turn before questioning her. “How often would you water this one, and when would you do it?”

“Based off a guess, once a day in the morning. I could be wrong, as I tend to plants that normally need less water.” She gave a small shrug.

“Well, you’re half right,” Nightshade told her. “What would you add to the soil to make sure it got all the nutrients it needed, and when would you do that?”

“That.” She blinked. “I’m unsure.”

“It’d be dead in four days,” Nightshade deadpanned. “The exotic plants require special care. I would rather they survive.”

“A list would be appreciated.” She nodded.

“You can pay me back later, I’ll keep a tab open for you,” Nightshade joked again. He reached under his desk and pulled out a tome, flipping to a page. He then pulled out a blank page and lay it over the one of Fondest Wish, and tapped it three times. The blank page flashed before ink drew itself over the page, copying what lay beneath. He passed the fresh page of care instructions to the tigress, putting the tome away while she looked it over.

Huh. Water it a little in the morning and evening, to synch up with her sleep cycle. When she awoke and when she slept, for good dreams. And it required a simple mixture of one drop of honey in every spreading of slight layer of fertilizer once per week to stay alive.

He was right, she wouldn’t have guessed that.

“Thank you. I’ll do my best to keep it alive.” She replied, taking the instructions.

“Hardly an onerous task for that plant,” Nightshade noted. “You should see the feeding schedule for the Creeping Death.”

“What’s that, and for that matter, what’s Creeping Death?” She asked, raising a curious brow.

“A sort of ivy, I got it from the darker parts of the forest around Hollow Shades,” the stallion admitted. “I wanted to burn it all, but even I can admit it has some uses as a pesticide. It’s the plant I warned you about, that’s dangerous to the touch. And since it tends to kill things, it tends to use a variety of carrion as its fertilizer. I have to visit Miss Fluttershy weekly in order to keep that plant happy. She knows where the good kills are in the forest, due to her being an animal rehabilitator and living on the edge of it.”

“Oh, so that’s what she does. I’ve yet to meet her.” Tigress nodded.

“Anyways.” Nightshade smiled as he picked up the pot to hand to the tigress. “Enjoy the plant and keep it alive, I’ll keep a tab running for you to pay me back later for the instructions.”

“I didn’t intend to buy anything today, else I would have brought my coin pouch.” She explained. “I’ll be sure to return.”

“It’s fine, it gives me something to look forward to, besides your beauty,” Nightshade said with a smirk. “And helping out such a wonderful female is a treasure in and of itself, I find.”

She gave a slow blink and gave a noncommittal, “Mmmm.”

With that, she thanked the pony and left with her plant and instructions.

The way back to the castle was uneventful, and once back to her room at the palace, she checked the list and sent the plant on the table next to a window for some Sun. She made sure to put the list next to the plant.

Tigress simply stood and let her mind wander as the scent of the plant filled the room. It reminded her of her kittenhood. She absentmindedly lowered a paw and lightly played with a leaf.

The rest of the day was quiet, spent mostly in meditation, not that Princess Twilight tried to get her out of the room. She wasn’t antisocial, she just preferred time by herself. (And ponies were far too nosy.)

The morning was strangely a mental fog. Externally her senses were deadened, internally her thoughts were more so. She passed by the window on her way to her washroom, before noting the plant. Her brain registered catnip, thus she reached out a paw and plucked a leaf off. She casually brought it to her mouth and chewed on it as she made her way to the shower.

She swallowed the leaf and proceeded to shower. Which resulted in her mind finally unclouded.

Mid-shower, a thought occurred.

That wasn’t catnip.

She didn’t panic, Tigress never panicked. However, she did finish her shower faster than normal, as well as dried most of herself.

She hoped that a single leaf wasn’t poisonous, but, to be safe, she immediately made her way out of the castle with a purpose, ignoring the small dragon’s mentions of breakfast.

As she made her way through the morning lit streets, she started to feel… sensitive… in areas that she tended to just ignore. A quite annoying warmth started to grow between her legs, making her growl under her breath, startling more than a few ponies, causing them to quickly get out of her way.

The warmth grew into a damp heat that wasn’t exactly unpleasant, however Tigress wasn’t one to traditionally give into urges. Especially urges of the intimate kind.

(At least, that’s what she liked to tell herself before pawing at herself.)

She shook her head to try and clear the arousal haze. It really didn’t work, only causing her to jog to the botanist’s shop.

Once there, she virtually pounded on the door as she squeezed her thighs together. She could feel the slick dampness, and for the first time in awhile, it wasn’t disgusting or unpleasant.

“Open the door.” She mumbled to herself, clenching her paw to prevent it from dipping into her pants.

After a few moments, the door opened and the familiar face of the zebra-thestral hybrid looked back at her. “Oh?” he said, opening the door a little wider. “I didn’t expect you to come so early to pay me for the plant.”

“Is it poisonous?” She asked bluntly, in an almost snarl.

Nightshade blinked a few times before remembering what it smelled like to her, after which he smiled and shook his head. “No no, that’s a common question,” he said, to forestall her anger. “No, it’s not poisonous, but it’s extract can be distilled into a potent aphrodisiac.”

“I ate a leaf without thinking.” She said bluntly. “It’s making me irrational.”

“It’s probably making you horny,” the hybrid said, motioning her to step inside. “I can help brew something that would take your mind off of it, though it will probably have to wait a few more minutes. I was just beginning to take care of the plants.”

“Please.” She grunted, almost barging past him, before finding a chair and planting her butt in it. Her paws immediately clung to the arms as she squeezed her thighs together, looking generally grumpy.

True to Nightshade’s word, it took him a good half hour to finish up in the greenhouse, taking care of the myriad plants he had stored in there. By the time he did emerge from the back with a few cuttings and leaves to brew something, it had been thirty minutes of torment for the poor tigress.

She grumbled and growled to herself, the now pulsing heat between her legs demanded her attention. She squeezed her eyes shut as, slowly, a paw left the arm and dipped down to slide into her pants. Her pads barely touched her overly sensitive lips, and the results were like a lightning bolt through her nerves. She hissed a breath in, as a pad touched her bud with a dampened paw pad. “Nnuuhh…” She buzzed out a tiny groan.

It… had been a long time…

“I just have to brew something like tea with these leaves, and you’ll be like yourself in no time,” Nightshade said as he tapped a button, revealing an intricate glass apparatus contained in a secret compartment in the wall. Of course, with the return of the stallion came the return of the scent of a hard-working male, spicy and thick in the room and tantalizing to her nose.

Her eyes snapped open and she leapt out of the chair, pouncing on him. She panted, her eyes wild and full of need.

“Ack!” Nightshade said from his new position under her, the leaves he’d been carrying going flying. “Um. I mean that is an option too,” he said carefully. “But are you sure you want to-”

“Don’t care-” She panted as she roughly ripped her pants off of her, leaving the tatters next to the pair. “I need it-” She grunted as a drop of dew fell from her lower lips.

“Okay, far be it from me to argue with a pretty lady,” Nightshade joked. “If you’ll get up I can take my pants of-”

A paw snapped down and tugged the hem of his pants, ripping them off as well before she immediately straddled his waist. She kept a paw on his chest as her other paw quickly undid the buttons of her shirt. That too was quickly tossed aside.

“I take it I’m hosting a horny tigress until this passes out of your system,” the stallion observed, his length coming to hardness under the femme and pressing against her lightly.

Her hot lips pressed against his shaft. “Yes.” She grunted, grinding her wet lips back and forth over the length of his shaft.

“This is only a temporary cure,” Nightshade warned. “A more permanent one would be the brew I was preparing.”

“Later.” She huffed a pant as she pressed harder against his length, her juices slowly coating it.

“If you’re sure,” the stallion said, using his hands to grip onto her hips. “Then go ahead, I’ll voice no more objections to mating a beautiful femme like yourself.”

Her lips met his flared head, as her free paw gripped the shaft. With a grunt she pushed, somewhat roughly forcing the shaft into her hot, wet depths. She gasped out a breath as she pushed herself down his shaft, seemingly determined to take all of him.

She was tight, yet she had no problem stretching- even molding herself- around his cock. “Nnnmmph! Yes!”

“Then again, if you intend to stay with me,” Nightshade teased. “Maybe I just won’t make the antidote and keep you like this for as long as you can stand me. After all, what male would turn down a lay as fine as this?” He bucked his hips up, sending a little more of his shaft into her wonderful depths and enjoying the sensations. It had been a while for him as well.

“Think– mmph, you got the roles reversed.” She grunted, roughly pushing herself past his medial ring and causing a small bulge to poke out of her stomach. “You’re mine.” She stated as she slid her legs out from under her and put her paws on his shoulders as she dropped until her lips kissed his waist. There was only a second before she bounced and rocked, the shaft sliding quickly in and out of the hot slick pussy.

“You say that now,” Nightshade said, before showing off his tongue. Mainly by extending it until it was a few feet long and twirling between them. He then sucked it back in and waggled his eyebrows. “I bet I can make you sing if I go down on you,” he taunted.

“No gag- mmmph!- reflex.” She countered, dropping down to straddle him. Her lips dribbled her dew over his waist as a paw reached down to rub her pink bud. Her stomach flexed and she started to roll her stomach muscles. He felt her walls start to ripple. The tiger was milking him.

“And what happens when you start to swell with striped hybrids, hmm?” Nightshade teased, one hand going up to tease her modest chest. “Ponies are capable of crossbreeding with just about anything~”

“Sorry, can’t get pregnant.” She shook her head, letting his other shoulder go as her now free paw squeezed and kneaded at a breast. “Damage from a long time ago. Finish as many times as you want in me. You want kittens, find another cat, or pony. Don’t care.” She huffed, rocking a little against his waist.

Nightshade blinked a few times. “I could probably fix that,” he offered. “I have a variety of plants, I have a recipe for some elixirs, I could make one to heal any sort of damage you might have.”

“Prefer not to.” She huffed, squeezing him as she slowly dragged herself up, clenching the cock inside her even as she slowly dragged it out. “C-call me selfish. D-don’t really like children.”

“But I’m sure you like the idea of your body being even more sensitive,” Nightshade teased, his tongue flicking out to tease a nipple for a second…from his position on the floor. “And the idea of these swelling~”

“Not interested, stud.” She snorted with a smirk. “Get yourself a lady who wants to swell with kids.”

“But you’re right here, beautiful,” Nightshade fired back. “It’d be a crime if there wasn’t more of you for the next generation to admire.”

“One of a kind.” She grunted. “Again, not interested.”

“Pity,” the hybrid said, his hand that was teasing one of her breasts squeezing a little. “I had hoped to have kids one day. But clearly the big, strong tigress doesn’t think she can handle it.”

“Cute.” She smirked again, slowing her rocking a bit. “Gonna have to try better than that.”

Nightshade hummed, his hand leaving her breast to trail along her side and leg. “I can tell you keep in shape through training and effort,” he noted. “Martial arts?”

“Mmmhmmm.” She nodded, humming as she lightly rubbed herself and continued her slow rocking.

“Imagine teaching a few kids all your tricks,” the hybrid teased. “Passing on the wisdom you learned, what not to do.”

“Already do that unfortunately, when I have to that is.” She rolled her eyes.

“True enough,” Nightshade admitted. “But you’d get to choose here. It’d be entirely up to you how far to push them, and you’d get to be there for so many firsts. The first word, the first time they walked, and when they first did a difficult exercise to completion, you’d share in that, knowing it was your flesh and blood and that you’d be there to see them make you proud, over and over again.”

She blinked slowly before slowly dragging herself up.

Nightshade sighed. Guess he’d pushed too far. It was fun while it lasted.

Tigress kept his flare in, before she bent over a bit. A paw started to stroke his shaft. “I have to pay for whatever you were going to make. And it’d be rude to leave you here.”

“No no, clearly I’ve ruined the moment,” Nightshade sighed. “It’s fine, I’ll just make you your antidote and-”

She squatted, taking most of his cock while she quickly stroked from base to ring. “Shut. What do you need to get you there?”

Okay, so apparently he hadn’t ruined the moment entirely. The stallion sat up a little bit, before drawing the feline into a kiss…where he used his tongue to explore her throat.

She paused, blinking at the new sensation, before she shut her eyes and let herself slide all the way back down again. His hands found her hips and he thrust a few times himself, before his flared head began depositing his warm spunk as deep as it could possibly go into the striped feline atop him. And considering the last time he had done this was a while ago, there was a lot to give.

She grunted as she let him finish his thrusting. Her stomach swelled a little, it was warm, however she’d need to find a washroom to deposit it in when this was over.

Eventually he softened and withdrew from her depths, falling back to the floor under the feline, smiling up at her. “You’re still beautiful and I say it’s a right shame there aren’t more tigresses in the world,” he teased. “You’d be able to go overprotective parent on their prospective dates.”

“Maybe I’ll meet another one and send her to you.” She snorted, shaking her head as she picked up her shirt and redonned it.

“Nah, I bet they wouldn’t be able to do it half as well as you, miss martial arts,” Nightshade pointed out. “You wouldn’t actually hurt anyone, but I bet you’d put the fear of Celestia into them when they first showed up.”

“Think I already do.” She chuckled, bending over to grab what remained of her pants. After a few small tears she made something decent enough to cover herself.

“So do you still want that antidote?” Nightshade offered. “Like I said, this was only a temporary measure at best. As long as the bits of the plant are still in your bloodstream, you’ll still get horny again at irregular intervals.”

“I think I can manage, and if it gets too bad, I might come visit you again.” She chuckled softly.

“Well then,” Nightshade said, carefully levering himself up and using a hand to help the Tigress stand up more firmly. “I think that about covers payment for the plant in the first place,” he joked.

“You still need proper payment.” She shook her head. “I’ll be back later with proper payment.”

“If you insist,” Nightshade said. “I’ll see you then.”

Tigress was more than happy to get back to the palace. Thankfully noone made any comments on the way back to the castle. And once at the castle, it was easy to avoid everyone, as there really weren’t many people there. She deposited the stallion seed, before showering once again, and finding a new change of clothes. For the moment she felt fine, though the fling was… pleasant.

As she looked at the list while watering her plant, there came a knock at the door. She quickly set the list down and went to open it.

Zi stood on the other side of the door, in a quite nice western-style suit. “Ah, Tigress, good you’re here. I have wonderful news.”

“And what’s that, sir?” She asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

“Well, things are going so well with Equestria that we’re getting extra time.” The pig said with an elated grin.

She blinked. “Pardon?”

“We’ll be here another month, perhaps more if the Emperor wants it.” Zi said happily, doing a little happy dance. “Oh, it’s wonderful, Pinkie’s cakes are to die for!”

Tigress paused, thinking about Nightshade for a moment. She sighed softly. “Wonderful…”

Interspecies relations 02 - Unusual arrangements

Author's Note

Kinks: Size Difference, Dominant Zeeb, "Public" Sex

Interspecies relations 02 - Unusual arrangements

Smolder was in a bit of a conundrum. Yes, her new zebra friend and her had gotten away with their little closet fling, however that had left her… oddly lonely. She was a runt and rarely got any attention from guys. So her actually having some fun with a zebra made her want to cling (for lack of a better word) to said attention.

“Smolder, you okay? You’re spacing out.”

Smolder shook herself and looked at the bright blue changeling in front of her.

“Sorry Ocellus.” Smolder shook her head. “Just spacin’ out.”

“What’s up?” The changeling hopped up onto the bench next to the dragon.

“Weellll… I met a guy.” Smolder sighed.

“Kaaay? There are a lot of guys here.” Ocellus deadpanned.

“No-” Smolder shook her head. “Like, met a guy, met a guy.”

“Uh huh. Aaaand?” Ocellus gestured a hoof to have her keep going.

“So he was nice aaand… wefuckedinthecloset.” Smolder blurted out.

Ocellus blinked. “Huh? Really?”

Smolder chewed her lip, blushing furiously. She nodded slowly.

“Hot.” Ocellus said bluntly with a chuckle and a smirk.

Smolder blinked at her in return. “Huh?”

“Changeling. You might be a confused mess, but you’re a horny confused mess.” Ocellus shrugged. “So, what’re you gonna do now?”

“Don’t know?...” Smolder slumped a little.

“Need some ideas? Unless you’re looking for more than just a hook-up guy.” Ocellus smirked at her again.

“Not sure on that either… but… wouldn’t turn down more.. Ummm… fuckin…” She said slowly. “That might be… something eventually…” Smolder looked around awkwardly.

“It’s fine. Lemme just give you some tips.” Ocellus said with a nod.

Smolder felt her face burn.

She couldn’t believe she was doing this.

Smolder was wearing her cheerleader uniform. She never expected to have to wear it again, the cheerleading was embarrassing enough as it is.

It helped that the hallways were mostly empty, and the dragoness was getting only the occasional eye.

Where had her confidence gone?

At least Zerkhan was in view.

“Ah, Smolder,” the zebra greeted her once he came within polite talking range, while also looking her up and down. “That’s a cute look for you,” he complimented her. “You know you don’t have to get dressed up for me, I’m happy to spend time with you however you look.”

“It wasn’t my idea…” Smolder blushed and looked at the floor.

“Oh?” Zerkhan raised an eyebrow. “What else is in this idea that wasn’t yours, then?”

She shuffled closer. “Not wearing anything under the skirt.” She mumbled out.

The zebra blinked, looked her up and down in a new light, before putting a hoof on her shoulder. “So, where and how hard?” he questioned the dragoness.

“Uhhh… Under the bleachers… and…” Her face turned a nice shade of pink. “H-hard as you want…”

The zebra blinked again, his head unconsciously moving in the direction of the field and the bleachers as he thought about it. “There’s going to be a game out there in ten minutes,” he pointed out.

“S-so?” She said, her claws fumbling with the skirt.

Zerkhan smirked a little and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “You dirty dragoness,” he said. “Are you going to keep quiet or are you going to get us caught while I’m railing your brains out?”

“M-mmmhmmm…” She nodded quickly.

“Well then,” the zebra said, lowering his legs a little. “Hop on, I’ll take us there. And then when we get there, I’ll ride you.”

Smolder climbed up onto his back. “K-kay…”

The duo had arrived under the bleachers with minutes to spare before the first spectator arrived. Naturally, the zebra had taken this chance to lay the dragoness on the grass under him and tease her inflamed lips with a hoof. Once she, and he, had been worked up and the crowd and teams had arrived, Zerkhan had taken up a more aggressive mating pose, one that put the crown of his length against her lips, and started to push, his forehooves holding her hips in place.

Smolder blushed furiously as her claws clenched the grass, her tail clearly high in the air, the tip over one of his shoulders.

“You know,” Zerkhan said as he sunk more of his cock into her, keeping his voice low enough to not be heard by the students in the bleachers. “Coming back after the first round might imply you wanted what I gave you the first time.”

“Well duh.” She grumbled back. “I was the pushy one, just… awkward.”

“Well, what I meant was…” The zebra felt himself hilt inside the ‘ness, so he sat back, bringing her with him as she was impaled on his length. “What if I threatened to keep you?” he chuckled. “Just as a scaly toy?”

“Mmmmm…” Smolder grumbled, shoving her face in the grass. Her rocking hips did imply that that wasn’t a no.

“Or just walk around with you,” the zebra hummed, running a hoof over her form. “So that I can always dump my load somewhere warm, tight, and ready for it?”

“When did you get so kinky.” She grunted out clenching at the grass.

Zerkhan used a hoof to wrap it around the dragoness’ waist, pulling her back to lean against his chest so he could whisper his answer into her ear. “When you decided to do this,” he teased. “Only this time, I might take it further than talk.”

“Mmmmph…. Hot…” She groaned.

“Should I look into making a saddle for you to use while you ride my underside?” the zebra teased. His hooves found her hips and he began using her like a toy as they sat under the bleachers.

“Maybe… Maybe a bit too fast.” She groaned out.

“Fair enough,” the zebra chuckled. “Still, don’t think I didn’t feel that slickness from when you were riding me. You enjoy the thought of us together.”

“No shit!” She growled as she shifted a little to glare up at him. “You’re stating the obvious.”

“I meant,” he clarified, “that you were remembering my attitude, what was likely to happen, and were looking forward to it anyways.” He held the ‘ness down and ground his cock around in a small circle, hitting all the points inside her tunnel.

“Kinda…” She chewed her lip as her face turned more pink again.

One of Zerkhan’s hooves came up and rubbed around Smolder’s neck, the zebra humming thoughtfully. “Maybe I should get you a collar,” he teased. “One that says ‘Property of fat zebra dick.’”

“Doesn’t specify you as the zebra.” She grumbled.

“Do you see another zebra stallion around here?” Zerkhan asked with a raised eyebrow. “And that wasn’t a no~”

“No… it wasn’t…” She grunted. “So long- mmmph… as it stays in the bedroom…”

“That’s an idea,” Zerkhan mused. “I do have an entire room to myself. There’s room for someone else to stay with me, but since I’m sort of a last minute addition-”

“You askin’ me to move in already?” She asked, raising a brow.

“It’d be easier to fuck you to unconciousness if we shared a room~” the zebra teased.

“You really think you can last that long?” She stuck her tongue out at him.

“We won’t know unless we try~” he sang, turning the dragoness around to face him while keeping her impaled. If she had an immediate retort, it was silenced by him kissing her.

“Mmmph!” She squeaked as her legs hooked against his hips. Eventually he broke the kiss and smiled down at her.

“I’d say your body is being a little more honest with what you want than your mouth is,” he taunted.

She grumbled into his lips but did end up relaxing.

There was a cheer from the stands as someone on the field did particularly well, and Zerkhan looked upwards for a moment before returning his attention to the ‘ness. “You realize we’ll have to stay down here until the game’s over,” he pointed out.

She could only groan as he thrust away at her.

“Meaning you’re going to be fucked for, oh…” his smile became wider. “About an hour?”

“Mmmm… Nice….” She groaned out.

True to his word, the zebra had in fact fucked her throughout the entire game. And a little longer, to make sure that nobody saw them leaving the field when they hadn’t been in the stands. There were periods of fast, rapid fucking, periods of slow, gentle thrusting, and he’d ballooned her stomach out no less than three times, each time watering the ground as well with the backwash.

In the end, he’d put the shaky ‘ness up on his back and carried her up to her room so she could recover, since she clearly couldn’t walk, kissed her on the forehead, and left her with the sight of his ponderous balls swinging between his rear legs as he left her room, taunting her with the idea of next time taking her to ‘their’ room.

Now, lying alone in her shared room, the dragoness had time to think about all the taunting and dirty talking her hookup had said during her…admittedly, possibly too long, session. She had to consider how to react to it, because sending the wrong message would, while possibly ending up being pleasurable, may result in a situation she didn’t want.

Even if her legs had betrayed her that one time.

There was a slight knock at the door, and Ocellus walked into their shared room. The bug took one look at the state of the dragoness and smirked slightly. “Had fun, did we?” she asked in a dry tone of voice. “I was in the stands, you know,” she commented, walking closer to Smolder. “I could practically feast on the lust you two were putting out.”

“Can’t feel my legs.” Smolder groaned. “Happy to help feed you or… whatever.”

Ocellus blinked, drawing closer. “Did he…fuck you through the game?” she asked quietly.

“Uh huh.” Smolder nodded into her pillow.

“And then he took you back here and left you on the bed…” Ocellus mused. “Well if you don’t want him, I’ll take him,” she offered. “I’d be the fattest bug.”

“Uh uh. Mine.” She grunted out. “My zeeb.”

“Yes, I can see that by all the claims you’ve staked on him,” Ocellus said with a snicker. “He felt more comfortable dropping you off here than taking you back to rail some more. Honestly, I could probably disguise myself as you to take some of the load off, or just his loads, if you wanted-”

“Ap! No! At least- No!” Smolder snorted smoke and glared at the bug.

“Sooo, that implies you have a plan for your larger friend,” Ocellus said with a smirk. “Need any help with it?”

“Nooooo….” Smolder said slowly. “May- No!” Now the dragon was looking unsure.

“Talk me through it, maybe I can offer some words of advice,” the bug said, sitting on her own bed and looking at the dragoness. “What about him is throwing the mighty Smolder off her plan?”

“You think I got a plan?” Smolder looked at her. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Well you’ve been fucked by him twice, I would think you would have at least some idea of how that works,” the bug quipped.

“He likes a pocket pussy? Cute dragon pocket pussy?” Smolder shrugged.

“Sooo, he wants to carry you around and fuck you?” Ocellus asked, getting a nod from the dragoness. “Okay. And do you want to be treated like that?”

“... Maybe a bit…” Smolder wilted a bit.

“So, what’s the problem?” Ocellus asked with a slight head tilt.

“I don’t know… me?” Smolder planted her face in her pillow. “M’weird.”

“Just a little,” Ocellus chuckled, getting off her bed and walking the short distance to Smolder, putting a hoof on her shoulder. “Look. You want it. He definitely wants it. What’s the harm?”

“Ehh…. Point…” Smolder grunted.

“Exactly!” the bug cheered. “So, once you can walk again, you can go to his bedroom and show him what you think about all this.”

“And what, I just walk to his room and… what- bend over?” Smolder raised a brow at her buggy friend.

“That depends, what has he said to you during the whole affair?” Ocellus asked. “If you felt like putting on a show that catered to his fantasies, that’d be more effective at getting the message across.”

“Well he did mention a collar…” Smolder mumbled.

Ocellus blinked. Then grinned. “I could make you one~” she sang as her horn lit up.

“... Sure…”

Zerkhan had been tending his small pots of herbs and assorted plants in his room. They only took up the windowsill, he wasn’t going to cover the whole floor in pots. Just the most essential ones were growing. Halfway through watering, he heard his bedroom door creak open slowly. The zebra put the watering can down and turned to see who was visiting him at this time of the day.

Then there came a knock at the door.

“Come in,” he called, noticing the door creak a little wider and faster.

Smolder stepped in. “Uh, hi.”

She was wearing a small, black collar around her neck, with a metal tag at the front that the zebra couldn’t read from the other side of the room. He still smiled a little though, and started to walk over to her. “So,” he said. “You came.”

“Eh heh… Yeah…” Smolder scuffed the floor with a claw before walking over to him. “Wanna read… the tag?” She bent over a bit.

The zebra used a hoof to adjust the collar enough to read the engraving on the metal. He still had to squint a little before it became legible.

-Property of Zerkhan.

He blinked before looking the dragoness in the eyes. He sat on his haunches, used his hooves to pick her up, before kissing her deeply, invading her mouth with his much larger tongue.

She squeaked and melted against the stallion. Eventually the kiss broke and he looked her in the eyes once more.

“You’re sure you want this, want me?” he asked.

“Yes.” Smolder replied bluntly with a nod.

“I can be a little controlling,” he pointed out.

“You don’t say. So long as you keep that to the sexy stuff, that’s fine… mostly.” Smolder shrugged. “Might want to ride you once or twice.”

“I can live with that,” Zerkhan replied, now just hugging the dragoness close. “Any idea if you want to move in or nah?”

“Maybe move next door.” She stuck her tongue out.

“That’s fine, it’ll give me plenty of time to fuck my new toy,” the zebra teased, one hoof going to her scaly rump and teasing it.

“I also have a roommate, so I can’t be here all the time.” She rolled her eyes, but still pressed her rump into his hoof.

“Still plenty long enough for some…late night biology sessions,” Zerkhan teased. “How about we start one right now?”

“What do you have in mind?” Smolder raised a brow.

“I was thinking something along the lines of how much cum can a dragoness womb hold,” the zebra taunted. “Or, how long can I use my toy before it breaks?”

“Now that doesn’t sound healthy.” She snorted. “But it’s not a no.”

“Good, because I have a bed that needs to be broken in properly,” the zebra hummed, putting her on it and climbing up with her. “Good choice not to wear anything else, it’ll make fucking you much easier if I don’t have to worry about the cleanliness of your clothes~”

“We normally don’t wear clothes, wearing clothes would be a kink thing, like the cheerleader outfit.” Smolder snarked.

“And like the collar?” Zerkhan taunted, his flared head already prodding between her thighs.

“That too.” She hummed, shifting back to lightly squeeze his shaft between her thighs.

“I like it on you,” he said, leaning down to hold her in place with his forehooves. “You should wear it a lot more often~”

“Oh? Why’s that?” She asked casually.

He thrust upwards in one motion, catching her lips and sinking half of his shaft in one blow. “Because,” he hissed. “I want everyone to know that the tightest, hottest, cutest draconic pussy on campus is my toy~”

“And you want this little dragon pussy to get filled to the brim.” She groaned out.

“Over and over again,” he agreed, using one hoof to trace the bulge he was making under her scales. “I don’t ever want you not on my cock~”

“Mmmmph- K-Kinky.” Smolder grunted out.

“Mmhmm,” Zerkhan agreed, finally hilting home and holding himself there. “I fully intend to break my new toy in all night long~”

“Please… Threaten me with a good time…” She growled.

“That’s not a threat,” Zerkhan hummed, hunching over to whisper in her ear.

“It’s a promise.”

Setting others up for a good time

Author's Note

Thad's Birthday Clop Chapter. Including his favorite ladies: Dash, Gilda, and Scoots. Thad's OC is Nightshade, the Zebra-Batpony-Hybrid.

Kinks: Anthros, Rainbow Dash, Sharing the man, Too Horny, Dommy Mommy Griffon, Scootarunt, Fucked Silly Scootaloo, Amazon Birb, There will be Foals.

Setting others up for a good time

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.” Rainbow Dash, Dash, said as she pulled her shirt back over her head. “I’ll just give ‘em a call and set everything up, you don’t have to worry about a thing. And yes, I’m sure they’d be up for it. -Well… I know Gilda would. I haven’t actually talked to Scoots yet.” She winced a little as she tugged the mess of a rainbow mane out of her shirt. “But she’s cool with whatever.” She paused, seemingly lost in thought. “Then she might want to share you with Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom…” She blinked. “Hmmm. You’re just gonna be swimming in mare pussy.”

“I’m not that comfortable with the idea of that many other mares,” the voice on the other end of the phone said, a deep, husky voice that still sent shivers down her spine from the times they’d spent together. “I’m still getting used to the idea of sharing you with even these two.”

“You’ll be great. I’m like, two mares in bed anyway. You can handle them just fine.” Dash snorted as she plopped her flank back on the bed, shifting the phone to her other hand as she adjusted her wings through her shirt. “Just leave it to me- Wait- Better idea. I schedule everything so you only have to worry about one of them at a time. Kinda take it slow-like. That sound better?”

“Let you schedule things. The mare that thinks getting all the ingredients for a nice dinner at home five minutes before I arrive is a good schedule.” The voice on the other end was amused now.

“Oh fuck you, I can schedule things.” Dash scowled, glaring at no particular point in her room. “So, so, who do you want a date-fuck-thing with first?”

“I mean, they’re your friends, you’d know better who’d take to it easier,” the voice said with a slight laugh. “Just as long as they understand I’m not a normal pony beforehand.”

“Normal’s bullshit.” She rolled her eyes. “So, I’ll text them, or something. You just chill. Oh, duh, got any days that you want reserved?”

“I’ll be busy tomorrow with greenhouse maintenance, but after that I’m open,” Nightshade said back. “Gotta make sure the humidity and temperature controllers are working properly otherwise my stock’ll die on me, and they’re very fiddly and temperamental. It’ll probably be an all day thing.”

“Kay, not tomorrow but the next day, got it.” Dash nodded. “So, I’ll do… Gilda for tomorrow and Scoots for the next day.” She nodded to herself, confident in her plan.

“What did I just say, not tomorrow! I can’t be having an angry catbird showing up while I’m waist deep in a humidifier!”

“Shit, fucking- words. So day-after-tomorrow, and the day after that.” Dash rubbed the bridge of her muzzle. “Tomorrow’s a no go.”

“Write it down in a schedule or something,” Nightshade suggested. “Much as you say it’s something only your egghead friend would do.”

“Fucking- fine.” Dash got up and wandered into the kitchen. She rummaged around with the phone pinned between her shoulder and her head. Finally, she found a note-pad in a drawer. “Kay. Tomorrow. No go.” She said after finding a pen and scribbling the same on the pad. “Day after tomorrow, Gilda. Day after that. Scoots.” She said, finishing her scribbling. “Should I write down, like, the dates or something?”

“No, I just wanted you to write, to yourself, that tomorrow wasn’t good for me,” Nightshade said. “To reinforce it in your mind for when you set this whole thing up.”

“Bf, busy, tomorrow.” She added. “No dates, work.” She added to her scribbling next to her first note. “Think we’re good.”

“Yup. I’ll look forward to your texts when this whole madness works out on your end.”

“Oh, you’re so supportive.” She rolled her eyes.

“I’m not saying no, I’m just saying most stallions expect one marefriend, not for their marefriend to set them up with her friends.”

“I’m chill.” She shrugged. “Sure they’ll be down.”

“If you say so. Talk to you later then, a customer just walked in.”

“Later.” Dash said as her phone beeped. “Kay…. G first.” She nodded to herself, looking back at her note.

Gilda, thankfully, had been easy. She had to repeat that tomorrow was busy, much to Gilda’s annoyance. (As if Dash had a poor memory most of the time.) Unsurprisingly, Gilda was a little confused, but okay with it, and had set up her “date” for the day after tomorrow. (Which Dash didn’t write down.)

Dash sat on her couch, staring at her phone. For some reason, trying to text Scootaloo felt a bit more awkward.

‘Hey.’ She texted.

Surely she wouldn’t text back that fas-

‘Hi Dash!’

Shit.

‘Hey Squirt. Got a weird question for ya.’ She sent, then immediately winced at the… nickname.

‘What’s up?’

Dash took a breath. ‘So, question’ She blinked and instantly deleted that. ‘This is harder with you. So, Nightshade and I, mainly me, have an idea.’

‘Kay?’

‘Fuck, I’m gonna come out and be blunt about it.’ Dash groaned, staring at the screen.

‘Dash, it’s cool.’

‘Do you want to fuck Nightshade?’ Dash texted before she could think about it. She hissed in a breath, hoping that this wouldn’t-

‘Sorry Squirt.’ She texted right before-

‘YES!’

Dash blinked. ‘What?’

‘Are you kidding?! You’re not fucking with me right?’

Dash blinked at the screen again. ‘No, I’m not.’

‘Seriously?! Dash! Thank you!’

Dash was very confused. ‘You’re welcome?’

‘When?’

Dash blinked at the screen, her brain screeching to a halt. ‘Huh?’

‘When do I get to fuck him, or him to fuck me, whatever.’

Dash’s mind went blank. “Shit. Tomorrow’s a no-go.” She said to herself. “He’s busy. So…” ‘Day after tomorrow, he’s busy at work most of tomorrow. Should be free after that, so, day after tomorrow.’

‘Awesome! Do I need to do anything or bring anything?’

‘Just you, I think.’ Dash nodded, humming in thought. ‘Ye, just you.’

‘Oh I can’t wait!’

Dash furrowed her brow a bit. ‘Squirt, why are you so excited? I thought this was gonna be hard.’

‘Well, I’ve kinda had a crush on him forever… and then you got with him, so I was kinda living vicariously through you.’

“Vi-what?” Dash squinted at the phone. ‘Vi-what?’

‘Vicariously, imagining that I’m doing whatever via you actually doing it. Learned it in school awhile back.’

“Awww…” Dash awww’d. “That’s kinda cute.”

‘So, day after tomorrow since Nightshade is busy?’

Something itched in the back of Dash’s head. She hummed. ‘Yeah, that’s fine.’

‘Sick! Thanks Dash!’

‘No problem.’ Dash said, closing her messages. “That was… weird.” She hummed to herself before getting up.

She was happy it all worked out. Thinking that everything was set, she continued her day. She had to stretch before exercising.

Nightshade hummed to himself. Yesterday had gone, well, not exactly easy, but he’d managed to fight the humidifier and temperature controller into obedience in the end. Today he was expecting nothing but a nice, relaxing day at the shop. Granted, at any moment he could have to close, but he expected a warning beforehand at least.

The thestral-zebra hybrid took up his post behind the register as he waited for his first visitor of the day. His light violet stripes in his coat shimmered nicely in the morning light, contrasting nicely with the azure blue darker stripes that made up the other half of his coat.

There came a knock at his door.

“It’s open,” he called in his deep voice.

That was a sound of hooves and paws on the floor.

“Hey, we’re here.” Scootaloo spoke up.

“Dash fucked up, she should be thankfull that we’re cool with it.” Gilda grunted.

“Of course,” Nightshade said with a sigh, looking from one femme to the other. “I’m just glad I made her write down that yesterday was bad for me, otherwise one of you might’ve shown up then.”

“Then you wouldn’t get anything done.” Gilda said, crossing her arms over her chest (that was barely contained by her black tee shirt. She leaned against a wall, looking somewhere between bored and tired. Her shorts seemed to be stretching around her thighs.

“I would’ve just come back the next day anyway.” Scoots scuffled a hoof against the floor awkwardly. Her hands were stuffed into the pockets of her larged gray hoodie. There were a couple holes in her jeans.

“So, you fuckin’ us in your workshop or what?” Gilda asked, walking over to semi-drape herself over the much smaller filly. Her breasts plopped onto the bright-pink, normally orange, filly’s head.

“I have a bedroom over the shop,” the hybrid answered. “I’ll just have to close the shop for the day.” And maybe get a specialty candle, he thought to himself.

“You really gonna last that long?” Gilda raised a brow, putting her arms around Scoots (significantly smaller) chest and hugging her.

“I am part zebra,” Nightshade answered with a chuckle.

“Oh fuck…” Scoots breathed shuddering a little.

Gilda blinked and looked down at the filly in her grip. “Hey, Nightshade. Pretty sure she’s not wearing a shirt, or bra, under this.” She smirked at the smoldering, and quite perky, Scoots.

“I mean, that’s just less to unwrap,” the hybrid said with a small laugh. He got out from behind the counter and walked over to the front door, opening it a touch so he could reach outside and flip the sign around. He then turned back to the femmes in his shop. “My bedroom’s the first door on the right upstairs,” he offered.

Gilda picked up Scoots, causing the filly to squeak, and proceeded to carry her upstairs.

Nightshade ducked behind the counter one more time, looking for a special candle he’d made once before. It had some extracts from flowers he grew in his greenhouse. If he had gotten it right, then when it was burned, it’d make anyone who inhaled its scent far more aroused.

He wouldn’t be affected, both because of his ancestry and the fact that he worked with all manner of flowers and plants every day. But it should make the day’s activities far more fun for the pair that had showed up. Lighting a match and touching it to the wick, the hybrid put it on a glass plate and carried it upstairs to his bedroom.

He found Gilda on the bed, fondling the now topless Scoots. Scoots really didn’t have much in that department, but it was kinda cute seeing the larger griffon squeeze the squirming filly’s boobs.

Nightshade set the plate holding the merrily burning candle down on the endtable, before crawling up onto his bed and gently pushing Gilda to one side, taking up Scoot’s right breast with one of his hands. “She seems kinda eager to get undressed around me,” the hybrid noted aloud, mostly to Gilda for her to answer.

“Ya think?” Gilda snorted, dipping her hand into the filly’s pants, causing her to squeak and shudder. “And she’s already soaked.”

“Is she even wearing anything under those pants?” Nightshade asked with a raised brow.

“Nope.” Gilda said, letting Scoots go to slide off the bed, only to tug off the young mare’s pants. A needy whine left Scoot’s lips as she did so.

“Fuck meee.” Scoots groaned meekly.

Nightshade chuckled and took his shirt off, sitting on his bed next to the griffon hen as he tossed it to one side, revealing his toned stomach beneath. The moment he got his pants off, revealing his boxers beneath, his musky scent started to fill the air as well.

Scoot’s legs quivered as Gilda got back up on the bed, tugging her shirt up and off in the process. She started to work on her bra. Scoots rubbed at her pussy as she stared at the bulge in his boxers.

“Come on over here,” Nightshade said in a low tone of voice, opening his arms lightly and gesturing for Scoots to come straddle his lap.

The filly immediately rolled over and crawled up onto his lap, pressing her pussy into the bulge in his boxers. “Mmmm, pleeeaaassse.” She moaned. “I don’t wanna wait.”

Nightshade used one hand to tease one of the filly’s wings while he looked over at the stripping griffon hen. “You good with waiting?” he asked Gilda.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Gilda chuckled, finally getting the bra off, and started working on her pants.

“Thank you…” Scoots whined to the birb.

Nightshade lifted his hips and used his free hand to pull his underwear down, letting his long, fat cock slap along Scoot’s pussy and ass as it sprung free. The smell got thicker, his musk now competing with the candle’s scent. Immediately the filly pressed her hot lower lips against the shaft, and started to grind on it.

Meanwhile, Gilda had stripped fully and was resting against the headboard, rubbing herself and watching the pair.

Nightshade used one hand to hold onto the filly’s hips and pulled her up a bit. The other went down to his shaft to help with aiming, letting the cockhead drag from her behind up to her slick lower lips. Once it was in position, he let go with both hands. “Now you’ll probably want to take this slow-” he started to say.

Only for him to get cut off as the filly’s marehood engulfed the cockhead. He felt her tightness stretch a little as her pussy took the girth with little effort. “Oh, fuuuuuuck!”

Nightshade waited for her to pause before trapping her lips in a kiss with his own, silencing her moans for a moment. Then his hands gripped her hips and started pulling her down, wondering when she’d be forced to stop.

“Mmmmmmph!” She whined into his lips, somehow taking him easily, even when a small bulge grew in her stomach. Eventually, their crotches met, and Nightshade broke the kiss to stare at her.

“You’ve done something to be ready for me,” he accused the filly.

“Big- horsecock dildo.” She grunted, chewing her lip. “I might be small, but I like them big.”

Nightshade nodded, before smirking evilly. He’d gotten an idea.

It took a little arranging and twisting around how she was on him, but what resulted was Scoots lying on her stomach between the legs of Gilda, while Nightshade pounded her from behind.

“Just to not leave you out,” he said to the griffon hen. “Now Scoots can get you warmed up for when I’m done with her.”

Scoots grunted and groaned only for her mane to get grabbed and her mouth to get pressed into the griffon’s damp pussy lips. “Be a good girl.” Gilda smirked as the filly started to lick.

Then Nightshade started to thrust. And he had a lot of cock to thrust with, the massive length slamming into her with long, slow strokes, bumping her head into the hen’s lips with every push forward.

Gilda started to hump into Scoot’s face, “thrusting” just like Nightshade. She grunted every time Scoots moaned into her lips. The three-long chain held up for a good while as the stallion just kept using the filly like a toy, humming to himself as she clenched on him to make herself tighter. Eventually he looked up at Gilda, then down at Scoot’s face. “Did Dash say why she was sending you both over here?” he asked the pair of them. “Beyond the fucking.”

Scoots looked like she was trying to shake her head.

“Baring getting fucked senseless, no.” Gilda said with a pant as she ground her pussy into the young mare’s mouth.

“Well,” Nightshade huffed, holding himself deep in Scoots for a moment. “I mentioned to Dash that I want foals one day, and she said she can’t take time off to raise one. So she brought up that you two might be more amenable to having foals.”

Gilda blinked, before hissing as the now seemingly very excited Scoots lapped and suckled at the hen’s clit. “Sh-shit- Th-think- Mmmph! She’s- Ummph- Into it!” Gilda managed to get out, holding Scoot’s head still as she was taken closer to the edge.

“Heh.” Nightshade used a hand to grope the small mare’s tits. “Think how big they’ll grow,” he taunted, “As you swell~”

Scoot’s squirmed and squealed into Gilda’s pussy.

“Ah- Shit!” Gilda’s hips bucked and humped, as griffon lust juice spurted onto the filly’s face.

Nightshade grabbed Scoots by the waist and heaved, the filly now being supported by his arms and his cock as he held her up like a toy to thrust into. As he started doing exactly that, he gave her an order. “Tell me how much you want it,” he taunted the orange pegafilly.

“I WANT IT!” She cried out desperately. “I WANT YOUR FOALS!”

“Then- fucking- have them!” Nightshade snarled, thrusting up and jamming her as far down on his length as he could manage, his cock twitching heavily inside her as it began depositing his seed as deep as it could go.

Scoot’s tongue lolled out as her eyes rolled up. Marecum squirted onto the bedsheets as her stomach bulged with cum. He held her there for a good few minutes as he kept unloading, before finally moving to put the filly down on the bed next to Gilda. The moment he started pulling back, their combined essences started leaking from her lips.

Scoots laid there dead to the world, as Gilda raised a brow at the stallion. “Got another one in ya?”

“Oh, easily,” the stallion said with a chuckle, moving to kneel between the hen’s thighs. “You forget, I’ve been with Dash. While I can finish her off quickly, she isn’t happy until I’m exhausted. She’s good for stamina training.”

“Yeah, she is.” Gilda chuckled. “And nah, lay down.” She said, putting a hand on his chest. Nightshade raised a brow as he laid back on the bed, his length jutting up into the air like a spire of flesh.

She climbed up and squatted over his length. Taking it in a hand, she lined herself up and slowly lowered herself down, slowly taking the shaft with ease as she shifted to her knees. She got to his medial ring and paused. She started to roll her hips, rocking and riding as she kept her slow pace taking his length. She was hot, and her walls seemed to milk him with every movement.

“Fuck,” Nightshade hissed, doing his best to keep his hands to himself in respect of how she wanted to set the pace. “You’re…fucking good at this.” He didn’t even want to thrust upwards in case that made her reconsider. It was taking an exercise in will to hold himself still.

“Damn right I am.” She smirked at him, dropping down for her lips to kiss his base, before rising back up to his medial ring, leaving him aching for her depths. “And you’re being a good boy.” She purred.

“Don’t want to upset someone who’s this skilled at it,” Nightshade pointed out. “Question though. You didn’t say where you fall on the kids idea.”

“Could be convinced, eventually. And don’t you worry, I got drugs so you can nut as much as you want.” She chuckled, reaching down to stroke at him, every time she rose back up.

“Guess until then I can just treat Scoots like a cum-dump,” Nightshade joked, his length twitching under her ministrations.

Gilda looked at her. “Something tells me that she’s fine with that.”

“Uhhh huuuh…” Came a groan from the mare.

“Oh look, she’s alive.” Gilda snorted before dropping down and finally putting her weight on his waist. He probably couldn’t thrust even if he wanted to. She slowly rolled her hips against his pelvis, grinding and milking at the shaft inside her.

Nightshade let out another grunt as he gave a jerk of his hips, not getting anywhere due to the weight of the bird on top of him, but his cock did give into the milking it was getting. It twitched and spasmed as it unloaded deep inside of Gilda, painting her depths with his load.

And she leaned over, putting her hands on his shoulders. She growled like a lioness as she rose up and dropped her weight down, roughly riding him as he came. “Don’t think you’re done.” She growled.

Nightshade gulped. This promised to be a long, long afternoon.

Dash finally decided to swing by the shop, only to find a somewhat tense looking Nightshade at the counter. “You good?” She asked, raising a brow.

“Y-Yeah,” he stammered, which raised a red flag. He never stammered in normal speech. He usually only stammered when he was in bed. With her doing something to his cock.

She deadpanned. “Kay. Who’s under the counter?”

“Scoots.” Gilda said, coming out of the backroom wearing nothing but an apron. And that apron was a little too small for her frame. “What do you think, might need a bigger one.” Gilda commented to Nightshade. “Unless you like seeing me only barely hidden.”

Dash blinked. “That was fast…”

“I mean,” Nightshade said, reaching out an arm and kissing Gilda as she walked into his embrace. “I still think it’s a crime that you cover up at all, but you’re only letting Scoots walk around naked,” he finished.

“She’s the fuck toy.” Gilda snorted. “I like having just enough modesty.” She said, scooting him out of the way, which was accompanied by a slurping sound and a whine. “Oh hush.” She added before sighing. Happy squeals came from under the counter.

“Were you always this way?” Dash raised a brow at Gilda.

“Yeah, I was just too intense for you, remember?” Gilda smirked at the lightly blushing pegasus.

“Scoots basically moved in once we unwrapped her,” Nightshade said with a sigh. “She hasn’t left the house. Gilda had to get her things as well as her own.”

“Been wondering how long she’s kept herself contained.” Gilda snorted as she leaned against the counter. “Mmmmph… Atta girl…”

“I think this worked out a little too well.” Dash said bluntly.

“Hey, you set me up with them,” Nightshade pointed out. “On the same day as well. They got on with each other as well as me.”

“And now there’s only one that hasn’t been fucked senseless since they got here.” Gilda added.

“Don’t blame me, she said she didn’t want foals,” the hybrid thestral-zebra riposted.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t get railed.” Dash glared at the pair of them.

“Well, I brought my strap-on, wanna tag-team her?” Gilda glanced down at the stallion.

“Have Scoots eat you out to make a foursome?” Nightshade questioned with a raised brow.

“Deal.” Gilda nodded.

Dash blinked. “What did I start?”

“A herd where you’re the beta femme at best?” Nightshade questioned.

“Currently Dash, you’re third on his totem pole.” Gilda snickered. “Under Scoots... Who…. might not be capable of speech at this point.”

“Or thought,” Nightshade put in.

“Like Hell, I am!” Dash snapped, stripping off her shirt. “I’m not gonna let Scoots beat me.”

Low-Energy Lovemaking

Author's Note

Set in the Stallions and Hens Universe.

Kinks: Big Breasts, Knotting, Breeding, Cats and Dogs Living Together

Low-Energy Lovemaking

Rex sighed, putting his hat up on the rack near the front door of his shared home. After a long day’s work pretending to care about people, he just wanted to sit in front of the television and drain out all his emotional damage. “I’m home,” the Diamond Dog announced to the house writ large.

“Mmmeh. Hey.” came the feminine response from the couch. “People are stupid.”

The TV was already on, a v-tuber (some anime griffon) was playing DOOM. There came a grunt as a pair of black-furred hands stretched out over the arm of the old gray couch.

“Tell me about it,” Rex sighed, loosening his shirt and stepping over to the couch. He landed heavily on the open spot, causing the springs and frame to groan a little at the sudden weight increase. He looked over to the other occupant of the couch to see what sort of mood she was in.

The Black Abyssinian had a half-lidded, tired expression on her face. Her almond eyes seemed only half-focused on the TV. Her blue sweatpants showed a couple smudges from previous stains. Her overly-large, black tee-shirt seemed to have a hard time containing her abundant cleavage.

Jam, the cat, glanced at him. “Sorry, it was either confinement pain from bra or back pain from no bra. I choose the latter because I like freedom.” Her attention returned to the TV.

Rex rolled his green eyes, his gray fur slightly mussed by the long day and from taking his shirt off over his head. He wasn’t exceptionally toned, but he did have a fair bit of muscle clinging to his form. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were hitting on me,” Rex drawled.

“I have no fucks left to give.” She shrugged, glancing at him again. “And little energy to care. I might say some stupid shit.”

“You couldn’t handle a canine anyways,” Rex pointed out, now staring forwards at the TV again. “You’re not built for it.”

She rolled her eyes. “Well the knot, no. That’d hurt trying the first time. Would need to work up to that. I could always give you a tit-job or something, if you really need it.”

“Not that I need it,” Rex said with a shrug. “Just pointing out that we’re not exactly built to mesh together.” He hummed for a bit. “We could always use lube if you wanted to do something.”

“‘Ey, true.” She pointed at him. “You wanna be like, fuck-buddy roommates or something? Like, pick a room, bang, high-five, and go our separate ways for the evening.”

“Okay,” Rex said, raising a paw-hand and counting off his points. “A, I’m fucking exhausted from work, I’ve got no energy to fuck. B, we live here, we’ll be seeing each other every day after that, it’ll be hella awkward if we just come back here and sit on the couch again after a session. And C, don’t tell me you have the energy to fuck.”

“Oh, I don’t. Well, nothing crazy.” She shrugged. “And it’d only be awkward if we make it awkward.”

“How can it not be awkward after we see each other naked?” Rex raised a brow.

“Can’t be embarrassed if you’ve seen everything.” She raised a brow with a small chuckle.

“Clearly you’ve never fucked before,” Rex sighed, rolling his eyes again.

“A, how dare you say something so hurtful and absolutely true.” She started, sitting up to point at him. “B, hentai has ruined my perception of anything sexual. C, do you wanna just drop this whole thing, because the embarrassment is starting to finally kick in.”

“I have less fucks to give than you at the moment,” Rex countered, laying back on the couch and splaying out. “If you wanna go for it, just remember that I warned you.”

“Thanks for the warning.” She rolled her eyes. “You wanna see my tits?” She snickered, playing with the hem of her shirt.

“If you wanna show ‘em off and make me not the only topless one,” Rex said with a drawl.

Jam shrugged and tugged her shirt up and off. Her tits bounced once as they were freed from the shirt’s confines. She dropped the shirt to the floor as she stretched languidly. “Little better.”

“Gotta admit, they look better in the open air,” Rex admitted, one leg of his pants starting to bulge as she started seeing dividends from stripping like that.

“Of course they do.” She nodded. “And looks like you’re not as tired as you think you are.” She gestured at his pants.

“Guys are always ready to be horny,” Rex snorted. “It’s a biological instinct.”

“And it normally takes a bit for the ladies, though it can stay awhile.” Jam commented with another nod. “We’re still all animals, despite what we like telling ourselves.”

“Yeah, fair enough,” Rex said with a sigh, before moving one of his arms to draw Jam closer. “So. What’s the next move?”

She scooted across the couch and sidled up next to him. “Well, a girl’s got her tits out. What do you wanna do with ‘em?”

Lazily, one of Rex’s hands came up to grope one of Jam’s incredible tits. While her breasts were sizeable, his hands were able to cup one of them easily and gave it a squeeze.

“Oooo!” She jumped, before leaning against him. “They’re like massive marshmallows.”

“Nice and squishy,” Rex agreed, still squeezing the initial breast for a few more times. Eventually he switched to the other one and started squishing it in his sizeable paw-hand. Every time he squished her tits, his pant leg plumped up a little more.

“You’re like a teen feeling your first tit.” She snorted, still unable to contain the soft pleasure sigh.

“Sue me, I don’t have the mental energy to do more than feel you up,” Rex snorted. His other hand pulled her a little closer before he kissed the top of her head, then resting his own on top of hers.

“Awww, you’re sweet when you’re tired.” She said as a hand rested on his thigh, only to slide up and rub the mass in his pants.

“Mmm.” Rex hummed. “You gonna do anything with that or just tease me?” he questioned.

She chuckled and responded by unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. She ran her hand over his underwear, before reaching in and taking hold of the shaft and pulling it out.

The length jutted straight up from his crotch, a spire of dogflesh. It was pointed, red, and seemed to twitch every now and then, with a small swelling at the base that would only grow larger the longer he remained hard. The whole thing was easily as long as her hand and just thick enough to where she didn’t think she’d be able to fit the whole thing in her hand.

“Well shit.” She commented, her hands now gripping the base right above the knot. “Yeah, that’d take some lube.”

“Do we have any?” Rex questioned, his ears twitching as he thought. “I don’t recall picking up any…”

“I don’t think so, but I don’t hear you turning down a handjob.” She commented, starting to stroke the shaft.

“True, but I also kinda wanna see you sitting on it too,” Rex admitted, his cock twitching with her
movements. “If you can.”

She sighed and stood up, unfortunately forcing him to let go of her breasts. She paused a moment before putting her thumbs into the waistband of her sweats, and pushed them down. She was thicc, though a hint of pink could faintly be seen.

“Damn,” Rex let out an appreciative whistle, gesturing for her to come sit back down with him with his hand-paws.

She stepped out of her sweats and sat back down, spreading her legs a little. “Better?”

Rex’s hands went to work again. While one went behind Jam’s head and tried to pull her closer, the other went between her legs and started to play with and rub those kitty pussy lips.

“Eep!” She jumped a little. “Aren’t you eager?” She asked. Her hand returned to the girthy shaft, and started to stroke it with a velvety paw-hand.

“Hey, how long have we lived together?” Rex questioned her, not letting up in the rubbing for a moment.

“Mmmmph, ‘bout a year. Why? Wondering why we haven’t done this before?” She asked with a smirk as she pressed into his hands.

“More like wondering how many times you thought about sitting on my cock,” Rex countered, “And did nothing about it.”

“A few times. Only ended up with my fingers in my snatch.” She snickered to herself.

“Yeah,” Rex nodded. “I thought about wearing you around like a cock toy a few times while I was at work. Ended up just coming home dead to the world.”

“What, wanna big baby carrier so I can just be strapped to your chest?” She snorted, giving his cock a squeeze.

“Wouldn’t need one, I’d just support your ass with one of my paws,” Rex countered, rubbing a little more north and flicking a nub at the top of her lips.

She gasped. “Fuck, you’re kinky…”

“Dogs are all about the knots,” he countered with a toothy grin.

“You just wanna plug a pussy and dump your nut.” She grinned back at him.

“Hey, don’t discount the amount of nut I’ve got stored up,” he said, rubbing her clit again.

“And lemme guess, you wanna make me into a cream pie?” She raised a brow, sliding her hand down to squeeze his knot.

“Creamed kitty sounds like a fantastic way to spend an hour,” Rex admitted. “Just pumping you full.”

She slid her hand back up and started to stroke faster. “Want me to just go ass up on the couch?”

“You could just sit on it like this,” he suggested. “Let gravity do the work.” He dipped his fingers in her snatch now, the blunted claws playing amidst her folds.

“Mmmmm!” She grunted, standing, or really squatting over the couch. “Guide me in.”

Rex kept a paw on her hips while his other paw took ahold of his shaft. He gently pushed her down as he kept aiming, until the pointed tip of his cock touched her folds.

She let her weight fall slowly. She sighed as she felt herself spread around his girth. “God damn, dude.”

Meanwhile, with a face full of kitty titty, Rex did the only thing he could. Slobbered all over one, using his teeth to tease the nipple while one hand played with the other.

“Fuck! That’s it! Suck my big tits!” She gasped out, wrapping her arms around his head.

That was about when his other hand gripped her hips and started pushing down.

She groaned out a laugh. “Should have done this- Mmmph! -while back!” She said as her tunnel continued to stretch around his girth. And she hadn’t touched the knot yet.

Rex switched targets with his mouth, now teasing the other nipple, while his hands changed which was teasing a breast and which one was pushing the cat down further on his shaft. He wanted her to feel good, but like all dogs, he’d found a hole to bury his bone and was going to do his damndest to get it all in there.

A free hand roughly squeezed the now free breast as her hips bucked and rolled, trying to get him in faster.

Sooner rather than later, the two of them felt opposite ends of the same problem. A lump of flesh trying to get in a hole that was too small for it, and it was only getting bigger.

Her hot, wet lips kissed the knot as her hips ground against it. “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, -not gonna fit.” She grunted out.

Rex removed his head from her breast and laid it between her tits, looking up at her. His hands held onto her hips and held her as far down as they’d gotten, but also held her still.

Then his hips moved, the cock thrusting up and that knot grinding against her lips on the upstroke.

“Oh Yeeeaaah…” She groaned out, bucking her hips so her pussy lips kissed his knot with every thrust. And with every humping motion he made, the knot dug in that little bit extra, sneaking a little more of its girth into her.

Her pussy juice rolled over the knot and slicked up his cock with every thrust. She was a soaked, horny mess, and she’d needed this.

“Gonna knot you,” Rex muttered, his head still between her tits. “Gonna breed you. Pump you full of puppies.”

“Oh, talk dirty to me baby!” She groaned out, squeezing and kneading at her breasts while making sure to keep his head firmly planted between them.

“Gonna wear you around like a toy,” he promised. “Gonna make your stomach swell with cum first for a month straight.”

“Then breed me!” She whined out, squeezing his waist with her thighs. “Any position you want-”

His hands found her ass and smacked it a few times. “Gonna hide all your clothes,” he promised. “Fuck you in every room of the house. On the furniture, over it, wherever I find you. My naked pussy toy.”

“Ah!” She yelped. “Harder!” She cried as she pinched her nipples. The paws smacked her again, in the same place, just with a little more force. Then he held onto her hips again and thrust up, hard.

His knot reached the halfway point and hung there, stuck in her lips. Not going any further, but not wanting to come out either.

“Come on! Come On!” She whined, shaking in her need. “Get it in!”

Rex let out a grunt and kept thrusting away, the knot barely budging. Then he gripped and gave another mighty thrust, causing it to slip a little-

Pop

And before either of them knew it, the whole thing was in her, filling her and stretching her like nothing else would.

A bulge poked out of her stomach as her pussy lips kissed his crotch. “Fuck! Fuck! Big! -nevergonnaneedanotherguy!” She babbled, humping hard against him.

Rex let out a growl as one of his paws smacked her ass again. She could feel his cock twitching around in her as he drew closer and closer-

Too late, it was here. Hot dog spunk splashed in her deepest recesses, forbidden from escaping due to the tie they shared, and therefor seeping deeper into her.

She kept humping- bucking- faster. Her stomach pooched out a bit from the seed and yet she wasn’t satisfied. Wanting her to feel good, Rex moved his head to tease at one of her nipples again, while his free paw went to where they were joined and started teasing her clit once more.

She panted. Her waist slapped against his even with the little room it could move. She had her hands on his shoulders. “Almost- Almost- Please- Pleasepleaseplease-” She grunted with every hump.

So Rex did the one thing he could think of that might stimulate her more. He lightly bit down on the nipple he was teasing, rolling it around in his teeth.

She yelped and he felt her hot tunnel clench. As her whole body shook, her thighs squeezed his waist. She held herself, shaking against him. Until the quivering stopped and she collapsed against him.

Rex, of course, was still cumming, slowly inflating her stomach, driven on by the tight grip she had on his knot. He relaxed and let his arms slump to either side of himself while he sat on the couch, his tongue giving a last lick to the kitty titty as he regarded her slowly swelling middle.

“Ughhhh….” She groaned. “Ya… Ya done?” She asked, sounding quite drained.

“I mean, technically yes and no,” Rex drawled. “We can sit here like this as long as you want. Just, as long as you keep squeezing my knot, the more you’ll bloat up with cum.”

“Mmmm… you don’t have any plans tonight, do you?” She asked, rocking a little against him.

“Not really, why?” Rex asked with a raised brow.

She started bouncing in his lap. “Cause we might be here awhile…”

“Hey, the more pups you wanna give yourself,” Rex said with a smirk, one paw smacking her ass again.

“Oh no, my ass, my one weakness!” She feigned shock then let herself drop onto his lap.

“...I could sit here like this all night,” the dog said, leaning up to kiss Jam on the lips.

“Mmmph.” She hummed into his lips, then leaned back and smiled. “Then. Sit, boy.”

Accidental Summoning 02 - Bitch Outta Hell

Author's Note

More Hellish things.

Kinks: Small Imp, Hellhound, Threesome, Impregnation talk, A great way to wake up.

Accidental Summoning 02 - Bitch Outta Hell

Runic hummed to himself as he looked over the script he had assembled. He wasn’t sure if this particular script would summon something, or if it would even do anything. He’d based it off the one that had summoned Mandy, his charming imp cock-toy that he still hadn’t sent back. But with a few characters changed, it should summon something different.

Still, best to get the opinion of an expert. Assuming she was done down south. The stallion looked under himself to gauge how she was coming along.

The imp was actually sitting on the floor. stroking his shaft with a hand. She noticed his gaze and looked at him. “How’s it goin hon’?” She asked, her hand barely able to wrap around his cockflesh.

“I think I have a new spell to try out,” the unicorn hummed, floating his book down to be eye level with her. “Can you let me know in advance if it’ll actually work or just blow up in my face?”

She crawled out from under him, and got up to pace around the circle. “Well, still not a succubitch, buuuut it’s not gonna blow up.”

“Fantastic,” the unicorn hummed, his horn’s glow starting to get a little brighter as he prepared to summon…something. He paused mid-cast and looked over at the imp. “Do you want to put something on?” he questioned her.

“Why?” She asked with a small giggle.

“Appearances,” the stallion pointed out.

She raised a finger, shrugged and bent over to tug her sweatpants on. Then she grabbed her tank top and slipped it back on. “There we go.”

The stallion nodded once, his focus returning to the circle. His horn’s glow brightened to the point where it was starting to be hard to see the horn, before there was a pop noise, as all the light vanished.

And there was a new being in the room, in the circle he’d redrawn.

There was a coughing. “Ah! Fuck!” The voice was clearly female. “Hello?” A black furred hand waved away the smoke that had accompanied the appearance. A white-furred wolf face blinked her red eyes. A pair of glasses were perched on her snout. Her hair was a curly mess of black and white stripes. She was very slim, and the only thing she apparently had on was a large, loose-fitting blue tee-shirt with a D-20 on it, showing the 1 face. There was text under it stating, Oh no, I botched it. Her large fluffy tail was helping waft the smoke away. She blinked at the pair. “Hi?”

“Hello,” Runic greeted her, nodding once. “I’m Runic Script, and you may or may not recognize Mandy,” he gestured his head to the imp standing to the side. “She’s the one who assured me my summoning spell wouldn’t blow up.”

“Hey Hilda!” Mandy waved happily.

“Hiiii…” ‘Hilda’ blinked at the imp. “Ummm, what’s up?”

“We got lucky, and turns out that you’re getting some time off too!” Mandy said happily. She looked at Runic. “This is Hilda. She’s kinda a NEET, and I was hoping that you’d yank her out of her hole.”

“Thhhaaaanks?” Hilda said awkwardly.

“I’m sorry that I don’t yet know the return spell,” he apologized to the hellhound. “Mandy seems to like it here well enough that she’s pretty much stopped helping me develop one.”

“You have an attic?” The hellhound asked, her fur puffing up a bit.

“Not really, this is an apartment,” the stallion apologized with a wince.

“Fuck. Uhhh, got books and, or video games?” She asked somewhat nervously. She was now quite a bit more fluffy.

“Most of my books are research material,” the stallion winced again. “But we are in a big city, so there’s bound to be shops? I can get you those sorts of things.”

Hilda immediately detensed. “Oh good. Uh, you have any porn or smut books?”

“Hilda, hon. It’s a mans.” Mandy gestured at him. “Ya don’t need ta read smut ta get off. Ya could finally get some cock.”

Hilda blinked at the imp. “But… smut.” She gesticulated at an imaginary pile of books.

“Ya could watch, ya know, us.” Mandy gestured between herself and Runic.

Hilda’s white face flushed pink. “Oooooooh…”

“Maybe a demonstration?” Runic put his two bits in, raising a brow in Mandy’s direction.

“What do ya got in mind?” Mandy asked, already tugging her top off, making the hellpupper sit in the circle with her knees tucked close to her chest. Hilda’s eyes were locked on Mandy’s tits.

“Well,” Runic mused, sitting on his haunches and displaying his half-hard cock bobbing under his stomach. “Why not start her off slow? Show her what you do to wake me up in the morning~”

“What, this.” Mandy asked, before kissing his flared tip, only to slowly suckle and bob her head on the meat that entered her mouth.

“Mmm, I was thinking a little more like this,” Runic hummed, lifting a hoof to the back of Mandy’s head and pushing down.

“Mmph!” Mandy squeaked as the cockflesh slowly disappeared down her throat. Her hands fumbled with her sweats.

The hellhound gulped before getting up and crawling on hands and knees towards the imp. Her hands dug into the waistline of the sweats before tugging down. Her snout nudged against the imp’s lips, getting another squeak from the imp.

“See, she’s getting into it,” Runic chuckled, his horn flaring as a small point of light started teasing the imp’s clit, even as he held the imp down deep on his cock.

Hilda grabbed onto Mandy’s thighs and started to lap at the imp’s wet lips, her tongue occasionally dipping into her hot, wet pussy.

Mandy whined as her face was held against the stallion’s crotch. She didn’t expect to get double-teamed, but she wasn’t complaining.

Hilda tugged her head away, only to start rubbing and teasing the imp’s lips with her fingers.

Runic’s horn flared, the imp encased in the glow of his magic as he slowly pulled her up off his length, the flared head of the long, hard stallion cock popping free with a lewd noise. “Now from here,” he mused as Mandy got a chance to catch her breath. “We can do one of two things. Either I can progress to another thing this lewd little imp and I do…or. Or, you can join in,” he offered, glancing at Hilda’s clothes before waggling his eyebrows.

Hilda immediately tugged her shirt up and off. The shirt had to have been magic, because she’d been hiding a massive pair of breasts. “Fuck, this is way better than reading.”

Mandy, on catching her breath. “Where were you hiding those?!”

And Hilda immediately blushed and hugged her arms around her breasts, only just able to cover some. Runic, upon seeing an opportunity, floated Mandy over to squish between the breasts. Hilda gasped, only for the imp to catch her lips. The Hellhound squeaked and fell onto her back, now hugging the imp to her, and between her tits, while her legs spread wide.

Once again, upon seeing an opportunity, the stallion’s magic began tugging the hellhound’s panties down slowly, giving her a chance to protest. If she wanted to, of course. In response, the hellhound planted her paws and lifted her lower half off the floor to help get the panties off. She moaned into the giggling imp’s lips as the pair continued their impromptu makeout session.

That was about when Hilda felt something very warm, very large, and very thick prodding at her own pair of sodden lips, the stallion looming over the pair of hell-creatures. In response, the legs hooked over the stallion’s hips.

“I think she wants it, Mandy,” the stallion teased, his head prodding the hellhound’s lips again teasingly but not going in.

Mandy broke the kiss and squirmed a little. “Oh, she does.” She said, before catching a nipple in her teeth and tugging a little.

“F-fuck!” Hilda yelped. “Please!” She begged, her hips grinding against the cock rubbing against her.

Runic braced his forehooves to either side of Hilda’s head, and then-

The hellhound had never felt so full or stretched, and that was just from one thrust. She was certain if she could see her stomach, if not for the imp in the way, there would be a bulge about as big as the cock now filling her.

“H-holy Shit!” Hilda cried out, squeezing at the imp now sucking on one of her tits. “You’re bigger than any toy I’ve fucked!”

Runic let out a chuckle as he leaned down to whisper in her ears. “Mandy basically became a fuck-toy after our first session,” he warned. “How long until you say the same of yourself?~” he taunted, drawing all but the flared head back before thrusting again, somehow going deeper.

“Please yes!” The hellhound bucked her hips into his thrusts. “I want that!”

“Mmmm,” Runic hummed, looking down at the pair of them, slowly thrusting his cock into and out of the hellhound. His magic flared and started teasing the imp’s clit again. “Does this mean I get to keep my pair of toys all to myself? Mine to fuck and breed day in and day out?”

The nipple in Mandy’s mouth came free with a pop. “I gotta job but…”

“Fuck me senseless! Make me your bitch!” Hilda yelped in need.

“That’s one,” Runic taunted Mandy by making the magic teasing her clit start to vibrate.

“Awww, want the little imp to cum on the hellhound?” Mandy teased with a small groan.

That got Hilda to squirm more as she tried to use her legs to tug herself closer to the stallion. “Fuck that’s hot!”

“More like I want to convince you to never go back, to be my fuck-toy and cum-dump full time,” Runic teased. “Hilda already seems to want that. Hell, if I suggested I give her puppies she’d probably-”

“Yes please!” Hilda yelped, and he felt her squeeze him tight.

“Mmm, just like that love,” Runic murmured. “So,” he spoke a little louder. “What’s the harm in adding another to my list of toys?” And now there was a small tingling sensation teasing the imp’s clit as well. Just the lightest of elctro-stim shocks.

“Mmmmph! Big boy wants a harem.” Now it was Mandy’s turn to squirm at the attention.

“I want a pair of willing wombs to dump my seed into, damn the consequences,” the stallion taunted, finally picking up the pace of his fucking to harder, faster levels, much to the enjoyment of the hellhound under them. “I want to watch the both of you swell with more than just cock~”

Hilda’s tongue was lolling out of her mouth as she panted her lustful moans.

“Ah- mmph- suppose…” Mandy started to hump into Hilda’s stomach.

It wasn’t long before the stallion held himself deep inside the hellhound’s quivering walls, letting loose with a nice, hot, thick load of stallion spunk. He shot it deep into her, where it could do the most damage, making her belly start to round out and inflate.

Once he was done, he looked down at the imp and smirked. “Round two?” he suggested, his magical bead on her clit slowly fading.

Mandy shoved her face into Hilda’s tits (the hellhound now delightfully out of it) and raised her ass towards the stallion. He let out a chuckle before lining up for round two.

Some days, it was good to be him.

“You were on him for over an hour last night.” Hilda’s voiced hissed quietly, clearly irritated.

“I can’t help it if he likes his imp sock.” Mandy whispered back smugly.

“Never… Never say imp sock ever again.” Hilda said, sounding disgusted.

Runic cracked an eye open and glanced around him on the bed. Just as he thought. While he’d gone to sleep with both of his girls on either side of him, when he woke up…he glanced down the sheets to see suspicious lumps centered around his hindlegs. Yep, they were focused on something else.

“I just wanna give him a nice way to wake up, not give him a heart attack via pussy.” Hilda sighed.

“He’d be fine.” He could feel the eye roll from here.

Runic elected to keep still, wanting to see where they’d take this. How bold was his new dog already, was the question. A better one was how bad an influence Mandy was on her.

“Fiiiiiine…” Mandy groaned. “I suppose I did go overboard.”

“Yay.” Came the small cheer. Only for the stallion to feel his cock flare get enveloped in hot hellhound mouth. He let out an appropriate moan, shifting slightly in order to get across the idea that he was ‘enjoying’ this nice ‘dream’. If they knew he was already awake, the game would be up.

“‘Ey! Atta girl!” Mandy cheered quietly.

“Mmmph.” Came the grunting reply that reverberated through his shaft. Once more the stallion let out a little groan, shifting his forehooves around as if searching for something.

One of them landed on Hilda’s head and started pushing her down.

“Ooo! You triggered something.” Mandy giggled, as the hellhound’s head was shoved further onto the cock. Hilda didn’t seem to have a problem with it, and started swallowing the moment the flare hit her throat.

Runic’s horn flared and found Mandy’s form under the covers, and he figured now was a good time to throw out the idea that he was still asleep. His magic gripped the imp and started dragging her down the bed, to the point where her face was being shoved into hellhound lips. Meanwhile, his own hips were bucking and thrusting into the warm maw Hilda had.

“Ee-mmph!” Mandy squealed.

Hilda's hands gripped his thighs as her nose nudged his waist. He could feel her rocking her hips into Mandy’s face.

The threesome that had been very impromptu on Runic’s part wasn’t going to last long. A combination of his morning wood and Hilda’s warm maw soon saw him pumping a nice load of stallion spunk down her throat, his shaft twitching with every shot.

Hilda groaned as she swallowed his seed. He also felt her shake, more than likely cumming on the imp’s face. He slowly drew his hips back and removed his hooves, letting her pull herself off of his shaft at her own pace. His magic found the edge of the sheets and flipped them, revealing the scene below in all its debauched glory.

Hilda blinked up at him as the cock came free with a pop. She gulped the last of his spunk. “Morning?”

Mandy’s face popped up from behind the hellhound. “Mornin!”

“If this is how mornings are going to be,” Runic purred, using a hoof to stroke along Hilda’s face. “I should make a habit of ‘sleeping in’.”

“Wouldn’t hurt.” Hilda nuzzled his hoof.

“So long as ya don’t hurt yourself.” Mandy added.

“I’m more concerned about your ability to walk when I’m done repaying you,” the stallion said with a mischievous smirk.

“I don’t need to walk!” Mandy said, quickly crawling over the hellhound to sit on the stallion’s lap.

“Oh?” Runic raised a brow. “Another day of an imp toy for my cock to fill?”

“Yup!”

Not So Innocent 01 - Learning about each other

Author's Note

We just couldn't stop with this one.

Kinks: Human in Equestria, Lewder than you think, Over-Sharing Dragon, Lewd-Ling, Chatty Hippogryph, Group Bonding, Twilight Gives No Fucks, Eggs.

Not So Innocent 01 - Learning about each other

Zach wasn’t quite sure how he had ended up in the magical land of Equestria. One moment he was walking home, the next, there had been some strange fog rolling in, and when it cleared he was walking down a very different street. It had taken him a few weeks to get acclimated to the fact that he was surrounded by knee-high ponies and other species, but in the end he had managed to see them as just, differently shaped people.

He’d taken great advantage of Rarity’s offer to make him clothes. Naked though the other species might have been, he had no fur to keep himself warm or hidden. They weren’t designer label fashion from his homeworld, but you really couldn’t do much better than Rarity herself making you clothes to wear. She’d been very discreet about his measurements, even though he could see that she’d blushed after taking his waist size, even with him behind a screen. It had also taken him about an hour for him to talk her around to the idea of a species that wore clothes all the time, so he didn’t need them to be fancy, just a lot of them. She finally got the idea, though, and his clothing issues in a land of nudists were sorted for the foreseeable future. He’d have to visit her again when winter rolled around, though. T-shirts would not do when snow was predicted.

After a little bit of a talk with Twilight, one of the newest rulers of Equestria, it was determined that there were enough gaps in his knowledge of higher subjects, as well as a general need for him to learn Equestrian history, that they could justify putting him in her school of friendship. It was fine by him, Twilight had mentioned that it would be free, seeing as how he was entirely new to their dimension.

Free, as long as he agreed to sit for weekly Q&A sessions with her to answer questions about his world. Part time ruler and headmistress she might have been, she still had a thirst for knowledge from her days as Celestia’s student. He did have to carefully censor his answers, though. He could tell there was a wonderful innocence about this place he wasn’t keen to sully.

But there were others who were interested in his innocence, or lack thereof. Like some of his fellow students.

“Hey, monkey boy. How’s it hanging?” Came the dulcet gravel of Smolder from somewhere around the small of his back.

“I’m doing alright Smolder,” Zach said, adjusting his books carefully. Smolder had been the first to approach him in the manner she had. While it had been an adjustment to ‘dragons are real’ to ‘one is hitting on me’, Zach liked to think he’d managed it pretty well.

“Uh huh, you sure are.” Smolder said, hovering around to his front. For some reason she rarely touched the ground unless she was walking with a group. “Need somedragon strong to carry those? Ya know, cause you got those noodle arms.” She stuck her tongue out.

“I’ll have you know that I’m plenty strong, thank you,” the human said with a huff and a roll of his eyes. “I can bench twice my own weight. Carrying a few books isn’t gonna break me.”

“Ooooo, can you?” The dragon quirked her head to the side. “Stronger than you look. I like it. Where you headed?”

“I have to head to study hall,” Zach moaned, adjusting the books a little. “Which is Twilight’s fancy way of saying ‘you need to read up on the material I’ve already given you before I can give you more.’”

“Sounds like Twilight.” Smolder nodded. “Want some company?”

“Don’t you have a class?” Zach asked with a frown. He was pretty sure of that, at least…

“Eh, it’s Fluttershy’s, I’ll be fine if I skip once?” The dragon shrugged, making her bob in the air for a moment.

“Well if you wanna hang around for an hour or so in a mostly empty room…” the human trailed off, his invitation to boredom evident.

“Did you say mostly empty room?” She asked hovering a little closer, a concerning smug smile twisted her mouth.

“Well yeah, it’d just be you and me in there,” he admitted. “Twilight trusts me to not get up to anything in Study Hall save study.”

“Pffffft! Like that’s any fun.” Smolder rolled her eyes. “I could think of like ten things better than studying.”

“The point isn’t to have fun, it’s to learn the material,” Zach pointed out, moving along the hallway to the room. Smolder followed, naturally. Some days he couldn’t get rid of her.

“Challenge, learn your material…” She hovered up, put her claws on his shoulders, brushed his ear with her snout, and whispered… “While I suck your dick.”

Meep. She had always been curious about him, but ever since one of Fluttershy’s classes a few weeks back, she’d been more…blatant in her attraction. “Smolder I don’t think the teachers would approve of us-” he started to protest.

“I’d say fuck the teachers but that’s Gallus’s kink.” The dragon winked as she draped herself over his shoulders, her arms hugged around his collarbone, while still somehow keeping herself hovering. “Ya gotta admit, it does sound hot.” Her hot breath tickled his ear. “You should hear some of the shit we talk about when the teachers aren’t around. We’re all little freaks… well, less so for Yona and Sandbar, cause they’re a couple, but doesn’t mean they don’t enjoy it…”

Zach pushed the door to the empty classroom open and headed for the nearest desk, plopping his behind in the made-proportional desk. Thank goodness for Twilight’s magic, he didn’t think he’d fit in the kindergarten desks that they’d had before. “Like I said, I’m supposed to be-” he started to say again, putting his books on the desk and preparing to go through them.

And the dragon snuggled into his lap. “Ya wanna hear the dirty deets?” She entirely ignored his protests.

“Smolder, what-” Zach started to ask of her.

“Ocellus wants to get fucked in as many forms as she can think of.” Smolder started, once again, ignoring him. “She also apparently can alter her pussy at will, and grow a cock if she wants. You’d think she’s so innocent, but damn.”

“Smolder I don’t need to know that about-” Zach started to protest, hands going to the dragoness’ waist in an effort to get her off his lap.

In response she ground her tail and ass into his crotch. “Silverstream wants to try everything, since, you know, kinda sheltered to a point. That and you can’t exactly have a proper bukkake in the ocean.”

Okay, now it was getting harder to move the dragoness, and for multiple reasons. “Smolder, honestly, why are you telling me-”

“One easy way to stop me.” She said, spreading her legs a bit as she continued to grind into his crotch. “Gallus has a thing for the teachers, then again, he’s probably just into older mares.”

“Smolder I’m not going to-” Zach protested, doing his best to keep his eyes on her face. His best, which consisted of only halfway looking at her face while he fought his eyes from constantly dipping down.

“And I…” She leaned back into the desk, fully spreading her legs. “Wanna fuck the human, a lot. Everywhere. I want him all to myself.”

“Smolder I’m not about to do those things with a fellow student,” Zach pointed out, having to jerk his eyes upwards no less than three times in that sentence alone.

Her claws reached up, and lowered his head manually. She slouched, spreading her legs further, her heels resting on either side of his ribs.

Okay, that, was far too tempting a position. If not for his clothes…a shiver ran through Zach. “Smolder, we can’t,” he whined.

“Touch it.” She growled as he saw her flutter.

“Smolder, I can-” he started to protest again.

A claw reached up, laced her fingers with his, and dragged it down. (Shockingly, he didn’t resist.) They slid down over her chest and down. Her claw sat atop his hand as he felt her dampness, her heat.

“Are,” he gulped, his fingers barely moving at all. “Are you in-” he managed to ask, faintly remembering some of his own of Fluttershy’s classes. Namely, one about reproductive cycles here on Equestria.

“I’m gonna be…” She growled quietly. “And I’m already this much of a mess. You’re gonna have to skip a week or two when I am.” She said lightly pushing and directing his fingers, making her shiver and sigh softly.

“But what if you-” Zach started to point out. He didn’t know if they were compatible, but he was pretty sure what she was proposing was the ultimate test of such things.

“Could be. Could not be. Both sound fun. Not just means that you can just dump as much as you want inside me.” She said, sticking her tongue out.

“And if we are?” Zach pointed out pragmatically, his fingers moving a little bit without her direction.

“Then I get to lay some eggs.” She snickered.

“If you’re really serious, then…you can take the next step here,” Zach said, relaxing a little. At her look of confusion, he clarified. “If you can figure out how my clothes work enough to disrobe me, I’ll fuck you.”

She blinked, deadpanned, and reached down to: unbutton the button, unzip the fly, open the waistline, and drag his underwear down a bit, only for him to gasp as the dragon claw grabbed onto his stiff member. “You think I wouldn’t actually pay attention to how your clothes work?” She asked, stroking him, and guiding his tip to her lips.

Suddenly the door opened. Zach froze, before acting to clasp Smolder close, in order to hide anything that might be going on from casual view. He turned his head to look over his shoulder, wanting to see who would be showing up in the mostly empty classroom. If it was one of his teachers-

Smolder grunted as his length was buried all the way in with no warning. She shuddered against his chest.

Meanwhile, a light blue changeling had poked her head into the room. “Oh Zach- Aaaand Smolder.” Her cheeks went pink. “Aaaand… one sec.” The changeling slipped in, shut the door, locked it, and shut the lights off.

Ocellus trotted over. “Hi.” She said, smiling as she sat next to the pair. “Hhhhhow’s it goin?”

Zach’s mind whirled as he tried to figure out what to say that wouldn’t end up with him in trouble. It wasn’t easy, not with the molten tight dragon pussy wrapped around him.

“He’s bigger than we thought.” Smolder grunted, before moaning lustily.

“Uh huh.” Ocellus nodded. “Zach, want another one?”

The human blinked as the question wound it’s way through his head. He was just about to ask, ‘Another what,’ before the changeling answered his unasked question with actions rather than words.

There was a poof of flame and suddenly there was another smolder. “You can breed this one.” ‘Smolder’ said, causing the real smolder to hump into his crotch.

“...I have all the questions,” Zach managed to put together a coherent thought at last, his hands going to the hips of the Smolder humping him, using them as leverage to only lightly thrust up into her motions.

‘Smolder’ hopped up onto the desk and bent over, filling his face with even more ‘dragon’ pussy. “Changelings are the universal breeding machine. We can make more of anything. Also universally compatible, because magic. Seriously, you can use a changeling as a living condom for a dragon lord to fuck his mate when they haven’t been able to have eggs.”

“That…that paints an image,” the human winced as the dragon riding him started to hump harder at said imagery.

“If it helps, wanna see more pussy? As in different species, or mares, or whatever.” ‘Smolder’ peeked over her shoulder. “Since you got your cock busy, I can be the visual help. I’m sure Smolder doesn’t mind.”

“Mmmmph, whatever gets him going. W-well, going more.” Smolder grunted out.

“I mean, you’re doing a pretty good display of-” Zach pointed out, his eyes going from the ‘Smolder’ on the desk to the one riding him. “I don’t know that I need to see-”

Suddenly Ocellus changed. An orange mare, just out of fillyhood. Purple tail swept aside. “I’ve seen how you look at her… You want to fuck the filly- well, former filly. Imagine taking her and Smolder at the same time…” A drop of lust dripped onto Smolder’s head, but the dragon didn’t seem to mind… or notice. “You dirty boy…”

Zach huffed, doing his best to not react, but Smolder probably knew how honest he was being with himself. Considering he could all but feel himself throb within her, his shaft wanting nothing more than to bury itself between the pair of them.

‘Scoots’ shifted back, clambering down to lay atop the dragon. There was the start of a complaint from said dragon, before orange lip caught orange lips. The kiss was broken, and ‘Scoots’ looked up at the human. “I know every dirty thing you want.” She said, pressing her mare pussy into the dragon’s filled pussy, causing Smolder to press her face into ‘Scoots’’ shoulder and moan into it.

“Every dirty thing?” the human asked with a raised eyebrow. A challenge evident in his tone of voice.

There was a poof of magic fire and suddenly a brown furred and white feathered (with violet tips) griffon was on top of Smolder. Said dragon’s ‘Oof’ was cut off by another moan as talons teased the dragon’s clit.

There was another poof and suddenly a much larger dragoness was in his lap. Blue scales pressed into his shirt as the claws continued to play with the smaller dragon’s clit. “She’s such a bad girl…” ‘Ember’ growled huskily.

Zach’s hands left Smolder’s hips and turned the blue dragoness to look at him, before catching her scaly lips in a heated kiss that had nothing to do with her new internal temperature. Once it broke, he looked her in the eyes. “Turn into yourself,” he told her. “I want our first time to be you.”

‘Ember’ blinked. She poofed, and the much smaller changeling was back, laying on Smolder.

“He’s so sweet.” Ocellus blushed.

“Uh huh.” Smolder might have not been listening.

Zach used his hands to move the changeling so that the pair of them were sharing his lap, before he gripped onto the dragoness’ hips and started thrusting harder.

“Shit!” Smolder hissed, only to throw her head back in a gasp as a smug-looking changeling started to rub the dragon’s clit with the tip of her hoof.

“Little egg factories, the pair of ya,” Zach growled as he started treating his fellow student like a toy. “I’m not going to get any studying done as long as I have to keep stuffing you.”

“I wouldn’t mind being an egg factory so long as you bang me in whatever gets you off.” Ocellus purred. Smolder was too busy gasping with each thrust. “Oh, I’m gonna get fat off the two of you…”

Zach all but snarled as he held Smolder down, his release imminent and his instincts telling him to let it loose deep in the small dragoness. His cock twitched within those molten, silken walls as it started to paint her depths with his release.

Smolder twitched as a gout of flame erupted from her mouth into the air above the three of them. Zach held her down for about a minute, before slowly pulling her up and off of him, laying her on her back on his desk.

Smolder’s legs twitched a bit as a bit of seed drooled out of her pussy.

Then Zach’s hands found Ocellus’ rear, squeezing it a little.

“Like something firmer or plumper?” The changeling looked over her shoulder. “I’m still me, buuut I can alter some things.”

Zach leaned down to put a peck of a kiss beneath her horn, his hands shifting to grip her around her middle. There was a moment of weightlessness, before she was put down on his lap and- oh.

Apparently it was her turn. At least, that was what she took the shaft poking at her lips to mean.

“Don’t need to tease.” Ocellus stuck her tongue out. There was a lick of flame and her pussy… shrank a bit. “There, nice and tight for you.” She winked.

“Well then, bug-girl,” the human taunted, using one hand to squeeze her flank. “You’re in prime position to ride the human.”

And the flank dropped. He felt her tightness stretch around him, making the bug hum in pleasure. Her flank plopped onto his waist and her wings gave a happy buzz. “Mmmmm, need to use small pussy more…”

The human gripped onto her flank with both hands firmly, letting her feel how serious he was about this, before he started using her much like he had Smolder. Treating her like a buggy cock-toy, lifting her up, slamming her down, and thrusting away.

“You realize, according to your own admission, if this goes the same way, you’ll get eggs,” he said between thrusts.

“Uh-huh!” She nodded happily, letting her legs hang while he used her. “A course, this first time I don’t have to fertilize eggs, buuuut, I might.”

"And how long will it take you to make that decision, little bug-pet?" Zach asked, taking it long and slow for now.

“You’re gonna have to convince me.” She stuck her tongue out playfully.

In response, Zach leaned down to catch her lips with his and-

Oh goodness, that was a lot of tongue.

She hummed into his lips, while letting him explore. Meanwhile she squeezed the member inside her.

It was around that time his hands left her flanks, letting her ride him as she would. In return, though, his fingers played at the base of her fluttering wings, teasing them. Maybe he thought she was similar to pegasi, who enjoyed that sort of treatment.

She broke the kiss. “Like my wings?” She asked, buzzing them. “Sorry, but they’re not sensitive.”

"Hmmm," Zach hummed, running his hands along her middle. "What then? Your horn, perhaps?" Even as he spoke, he leaned in to liiiiick along the side with his tongue.

“Nope.” She teased. “That’s a unicorn thing.”

"There must be something," Zach mused, tickling along her side with his dexterous fingers. "The sooner I find it, the better this will be~"

“How about this… You get all day with me, and Smolder too in this scenario, tell me what you’d do to us, and what you want us to do to you?” She asked, slowly rocking up and down on him.

The moment he started to think of his answer, Ocellus was hit with a wave of lust that set every nerve in her body on fire with pleasure. How- not even Gallus was this bad!

“Thaaaaat’s it!” She moaned out. “Uuuuunnghhh…. Could’ve turned some of these into print… make some bits.”

"Ahhh," Zach realized. "You like dirty thoughts, huh?"

If the previous set had her trembling, the next set, she was surprised she was still conscious through. She was certain she'd cum at least twice.

“D-dirty b-boy!” She gasped out. “Silverstream and the teachers too? You’d just fuck every mare, ling, dragon- Unnnnng!” She was cut off as another orgasm rocked her.

"You'll never know," he taunted. "I intend to keep you fat with eggs, immobile in bed from how swollen you'll be~"

“Only remove S-Smolder from your cock to pump more into m-me.” She groaned, now roughly riding him. “Maybe we could get Silverstream… She’s always wanted to be in the middle of a gangbang.”

"Ask her yourself, she's watching at the window." Zach pointed out.

“Silver?” Ocellus called out.

“Y-Yeah?” Came Silverstream’s response from the window.

“Come in here.” Ocellus ordered.

Silverstream flapped in, blushing furiously and trying to keep her hind legs together. “I-I’m sorry! I heard noises, and then you were fucking, so I was going to leave, but it was so hot that I just had to… ummm…”

“Had to what?” Ocellus asked, not bothering to stop in her riding.

“F-finger myself.” Silverstream gulped. “It-it’s hot okay? You’re hot, you guys are, I mean.” She added quickly.

“Zach. Idea.” Ocellus said tugging herself up and off him. “Smolder, up and at em, rest at another desk.”

Smolder half-heartedly rolled off the desk and plodded over to the next one, only to flop into it.

"Okay…? What's this idea of yours?" The human asked, confusion writ large on his face as to why she'd stop so suddenly.

“Silver?” Ocellus spoke up.

“Y-yeah huh?” Silverstream tore her eyes from Zach’s cock.

“Drape yourself over the desk.” Ocellus patted the desk.

Silverstream blinked and flapped down to lay her barrel on the desk, her fore and hind legs dangling off it. Ocellus mounted the desk.

Poof.

A thick blue horsecock now dangled in Silverstream’s vision.

“Oh shells…” Silverstream blinked at it, blushing furiously.

“Zach?” Ocellus asked, using a hoof to grab Silverstream’s tail and lift it. “Pick a hole.” She winked.

Silverstream eeped a bit as Ocellus’s horsecock nudged at her mouth. “Well, I have been practicing…” She said before slowly taking the marelingcock, causing Ocellus to shudder.

Zach, meanwhile, stood up from the desk finding that the mare was at about crotch height for him where she was.

Perfect.

Using one hand to grip her flank and spread it from the counterpart, his other hand found his length and started to aim.

How was her pussy tighter than the changeling's?! Ocellus had used magic and everything!

He certainly wasn't going to complain, though. Gripping both sides of her flank, Zach hammered his cock home in one thrust.

“Mmmmmph!” Silverstream squealed into Ocellus’s cock. That wasn’t a bad squeal.

“Surprised?” Ocellus grunted. “Yeah, she’s small. What do you think the girls do in our dorms when we’re bored. Thankfully Sandbar is hung else poor Yona wouldn’t feel a thing.”

Zach smirked at the 'ling, before gripping Silverstream’s flank with one hand as he pulled most of his cock out.

On the thrust back in, his free hand spanked the naughty mare's flank.

“Mmmmmm!” Silverstream squealed, while also taking all of Ocellus’s cock. The ling groaned, as the hippogryph bobbed her head. Zach could see the bulge in her throat.

“Don’t know how she’s not choking- Mmmph! M-might have something to do with her being a magic shapeshifter. Not like me- mmm- b-but close enough.” Ocellus chattered as her hooves pressed into the desk to keep her upright. “A-and she’s imagining… of course, she’s practiced with zucchini. Heh-Oh fuck…” Her chuckle morphed into a groan as the hippogryph bobbed her head faster.

Zach's free hand gripped Silverstream’s tail as he leaned down to all but growl his next statement to her. "You cost me a load of changeling eggs. Guess yours will do.~"

A horny moan left the hippogryph as he heard her start gulping. Ocellus hissed, and he could tell that the bug was filling the gryphmare’s stomach.

The ling dragged her cock out, only for it to disappear in a poof. She looked spent. “So that’s what it’s like.” She sighed.

“Sorry.” Silverstream whined, before looking over her shoulder. “And sorry you couldn't nut some eggs into Ocellus, I know you wanted to. Ummmm, feel free to bust as much as you want into me?” She offered, blushing furiously. “And sorry my pussy is so small. Hippogryph cocks and more like dolphins, so they can bend and slide around easier.”

"Oh, don't worry," Zach mused, reaching over Silverstream to pick up Ocellus and lay her atop the hippogryph. "We're not leaving until.all three of you are well-bred."

“Yay?” Silverstream asked as Ocellus snuggled into her back.

“Very yay.” The ling added.

Zach took a moment to flip Ocellus over, before trapping the 'ling's lips in a kiss. Meanwhile, his thrusting into Silverstream grew harder and more erratic. The only thing on his mind was seeing three bellies swell with his offspring.

Ocellus cried out and suddenly squirted all over Silverstream. And it wasn't long before the human held himself deep inside of Silver's small pussy, the sheer size difference between the two of them enough to make sure his second load had no chance of leaking out. It merely seeped deeper the longer he held himself there.

After about a minute he finally pulled out, with an audible popping noise of pressure released.

“Oooooh wow…..” Silverstream sighed happily. Zach helped Silver to lie atop a different desk to recover, while juggling Ocellus into what had been her spot.

"And then there was one," he taunted, his length slapping into her abdomen as she lay belly-up atop the desk.

“Finally.” Ocellus groaned in faux-exasperation. Zach used one hand to lift the changeling up, supporting her under her rear. His other hand aimed his length so that when he eased her down, she enveloped him with her silken, tight warmth once more.

Then still supporting her with one hand, his other went to her back and helped her lean on his chest, while his head angled down to catch her lips in a tender kiss once more.

And then the human started flooding her senses with the purest lust she'd ever felt.

Her ears were ringing. Her horn sparked. “Mlugh!” She groaned out, entirely overwhelmed.

She didn't know how long they just stood there, her sense of time was shot to Tartarus. All she did know was that eventually he started bucking his hips into her, and somehow that was even better than before.

“T-too m-much!” She gasps out.

Yet Zach didn't stop, bringing her to climax after climax. After the third time she came on his cock, he looked her in the eyes.

"Well?" He asked the near comatose 'ling. "Do I get to turn you into my egg-factory too?"

“Uuuuh huh.” Ocellus nodded stupidly.

"Then tell me you're going to start now," Zach pressed, though he held the 'ling still so she could recover. "Tell me you're fertile right now, and I'll give you all the eggs you can physically handle, toy~"

She nodded. “Uh huh! I am!”

"One last thing then," Zach leaned down to whisper his question to her. "Who do you belong to?"

“You…” She groaned, squirming on the desk.

Zach smiled and held himself deep inside the changeling, letting loose with his third load of the day. It was the work of another few minutes to stop filling her, but her greedy pussy swallowed every drop. Not even a trickle came out when he pulled out.

“Bluuuugh…” Ocellus groaned out, laying limply on the desk. “You’re… You’re a keeper.”

“Yup.” Smolder raised her claw in the air in a thumbs up.

“Can’t wait to do more…” Silverstream agreed as she slid off her desk, only for her back legs to just collapse under her. “Wheeen I can actually enjoy it.”

“Mood…” Smolder let her arm drop.

Ocellus rolled over with an “Oof.” She shook herself a bit. “How are you still standing?” She blinked at the human.

“Humans are persistence predators of old,” he pointed out. “We’re literally bred for stamina.”

“Good for you.” Smolder grunted.

Zach put his dick away, rearranged his underwear, and zipped up his pants. Then he used his arms to gather up Ocellus, before moving to pick up Silverstream and Smolder, carrying them in his arms as he made his way to the door. “Ocellus, be a dear and unlock this?” he asked. “I’m taking you all back to my room to recover, it has the largest bed.”

Hooves reached out and undid the door.

On opening, a surprised Twilight blinked at the four of them. “I was wondering where you all went.”

“We were bonding.” Ocellus nodded.

“Uh huh.” Smolder and Silverstream added, nodding along.

“Good.” Twilight smiled. “I’m glad to hear it, it seems like it was some bonding.” She giggled into a hoof.

“Yup, and now I’m taking them back to my room,” Zach teased, rubbing his cheek along Silverstream’s playfully. “They need the biggest bed around to recover on, some of them can’t walk after all that bonding.”

“I see,” Twilight said, magicing a scroll and quill from somewhere. “I’ll make arrangements for room changes now. And Yona can be with Sandbar and Gallus, I’m sure Gallus wouldn’t mind.”

“Think he’d prefer your room.” Smolder commented.

“Only if he gets his grades up.” Twilight replied, scratching at her scroll.

“Ha!” Smolder barked.

“You, uh, might wanna make sure you add plenty of room for eggs,” Zach added on, causing Twilight to look up at him momentarily. He smirked and lightly jogged all three of the females he was carrying. “I’m pretty sure they won’t let me stop until they’re all carrying.”

“Oh, Smolder isn’t compatible, we’ve already tested thanks to a few of your stray hairs. Silverstream’s a chance, a low chance, but a chance.” Twilight listed, going back to her scroll. “I’m sure Ocellus already filled you in.”

“Hear that Ocellus?” Zach looked down with a smirk. “Once I fill you with eggs, you get to fill them with eggs as well, so they can both carry with you.”

“You just wanna watch me fuck em with an ovipositor don’t you?” Ocellus looked up at him.

“Eh, more like I wanna watch you make them immobile with eggs,” Zach countered, walking past the headmare towards the dorms. “I’m gonna take them from their classes for the rest of the day…week, probably,” he amended. “Got a lot of bonding to do during their heats~”

“I’ll make sure everypony’s informed.” Twilight said, glancing up from her scroll. “Have fun!” She waved a hoof.

It was day three of their heats. Zach had basically become the food and water boy for the room between the fucking.

It was mostly him fucking Ocellus in the form of the other two, then her filling Smolder and Silverstream with the thusly fertilized eggs. She said it wouldn’t be fair if only she got her own eggs with Zach, this was her way of helping. And the changeling had adapted to feed off of his lust and was somehow even more insatiable than before, rather than being knocked out by it.

Zach lugged the huge pitcher of water in one hand and opened the door with the other. When he was last in the room, he’d fucked Ocellus as Smolder, so- yup. The moment he walked in, the changeling was depositing another load of eggs into the nearly-round dragoness. The ovipositor popped out with a lewd noise just as he closed the door behind him.

“How’d the ‘stuff run’ go?” The ling asked happily as the dragon rolled onto her back with a groan.

“I got water,” Zach said, putting the pitcher on a table. Twilight had somehow renovated in his sleep. The bed was bigger, there was another room with a depression in it that he just knew was for the eggs, and there was just, three more of everything in the dorm. He glanced over to Silverstream, the hippogriff not faring much better. Her belly was nearly as big as she was thanks to Ocellus finding innovative ways to sneak eggs into her. “Don’t you think they have enough eggs?” he questioned the ‘ling.

“I produce a lot, unfortunately. Then again, I could just nut them into a bucket or something.” Ocellus shrugged.

“Orrr,” Zach said, drawing closer and picking the changeling up to be carried by him with one arm under her rear. His other hand stroked over her stomach. “You could take a turn to swell up,” he teased, sending her the lightest of lewd imagery to accompany the taunt.

And she walked over to the end of the bed and lowered her upper half, keeping her lower half raised. “Sounds like a plan.”

Zach promptly dropped his pants and walked up behind the bug-mare, taking all of a second to line himself up before sinking his cock home once more in her depths. “The three of you are so lewd,” he muttered, sending more and more images at Ocellus to get her riled up. “I’m gonna keep you all here in my room until we’ve exhausted your supply of eggs.”

“Oh, please do…”

Dash's catbird problem

Author's Note

Kinks: Dash-on-Griff Action, Big Griff, Knotting, Monogamy

Dash's catbird problem

Rainbow Dash, lead weathermare of Ponyville and Wonderbolt reservist, one of the nation’s heroes, had a problem. A feathered feline problem, named Gary.

Gary was a griffon that had recently enough moved to Ponyville himself. When he’d been described in a letter to Gilda, she’d written back saying ‘Good luck with the speed demon.’ Which had Dash all kinds of interested. His front half, the avian half, was in the model of a peregrine falcon, while his feline half was in the model of a cheetah from the plains of Zebrica. Both incredibly fast animals, so she was down to race him anytime.

But he never took the bait. At first she thought he was scared, but he brushed that notion off and said that he knew he couldn’t beat the fastest mare around in a straight out race.

What he didn’t do was incredibly infuriating. Normally, if Dash was interested in a stallion, she took him back to her place, or went to his place, for a quick buck before moving on, just another stallion under her metaphorical belt.

But Gary didn’t take that bait either. He brushed off her hints saying things like ‘you’d never be interested in a bird like me’ or ‘I just don’t think we’d work well together’.

Like, what the buck was that supposed to mean?! Dash didn’t need them to work together for longer than an hour at most. She’d heard about how hung griffons were in comparison to stallions, and she was curious, okay?

The things he did do were just as annoying, though. Like, every time she came back from an adventure that the castle had sent her on, he was taking care of her house, which had all her favorite meals ready to be cooked in such a way that not even she could mess it up. Or whenever she went out drinking for a quick lay, she found herself waking up in his guest bedroom the next morning, with a glass of water and two aspirin on the bedside end table to help her deal with her hangover.

Or when it was her birthday, he would eschew the big party Pinkie would throw for her and show up later at her house, holding a small, incredibly thoughtful gift with a nice little bow on it.

The latest one had been tube-shaped, and it was only when she unrolled it that she realized it was a signed Wonderbolt poster. One that had her on it as well as all her teammate’s signatures. The messages had even been personalized, and it didn’t take a genius to realize he’d somehow gotten time to go to Cloudsdale to get it signed by her teammates.

So, feeling confused at all these mushy feelings Gary was making her feel, Rainbow Dash went to Rarity in an attempt to learn what it was the griffon did want.

Rarity daintily set her teacup down and wiped at her mouth with an embroidered kerchief. “Well, it seems pretty obvious to me, dear,” she said with a slight smile of her own.

“Yeah?” Dash asked. She’d gulped her own tea down as soon as it was poured. Rarity had internally scoffed. So many years of association and she hadn’t picked up on any manners via exposure.

“You are, let us say, well known for how you treat stallions,” Rarity began. Dash shrugged her wings.

“I take them home for a good time and let them have the memories,” she bluntly summarized.

Rarity winced. “Yes, that,” she agreed. “So, if Gary asked around about you, he probably learned that.”

“Yeah, and?” Dash raised an eyebrow.

“So what if he doesn’t want that, dear?” Rarity made Dash think about the question for an uncomfortably long time.

“Wait.” The mare blinked a few times, looking between Rarity and the nearest window. “You mean, he’s one of those weepy feelings types? He wants a commitment out of me before we’ve even done anything?”

“I’ve actually spoken to him and gotten him to model for me, you know,” Rarity countered, making Dash actually sit in her provided chair in shock. Rarity knew more about the griffon than she did. What. “Oh yes. He knew about you beforehoof, don’t worry about me telling him about you. He said ‘she sounds like my kind of mare, right up until when she’d leave me the next morning after she got what she wanted.’ He’s well aware of what you are, so he’s done the most sensible thing to avoid having his heart broken.”

Dash waited for a moment, but when it became evident that Rarity wasn’t going to just tell her, she decided to ask. “What did he do?”

Rarity finished the sip of tea she’d taken and smiled sadly at Dash. “He Friendzoned you, or himself, I’m not sure which. He’ll always be a friend for you, there to pick you up when you fall, considerate of anniversaries and your needs. But he’s not going to let you get too close. He’s well aware of what you’re like, and until you can prove that you’re not just going to please him and then leave him, he’s out of your reach.”

Dash growled in challenge. “Nothing is out of my reach,” she vowed. “I have a bird to stalk,” she promised, before flashing out of Rarity’s shop in a flutter of wings.

Rarity sighed and shook her head, taking another sip from her teacup. This was going to be…messy. Now the question was, when should she set Pinkie and Twilight on the prismatic pegasus?

…Probably before anything ended up on fire.

The first few days of Gary-watching were annoying. She had no idea what his schedule was even like, so she had to rely on just finding the cat-bird so she could write down what he did, when, so that she could continue to follow him. She had to at least find out the sorts of things he liked so she could return his mushy gifts and the like with her own versions.

It was spotty at best, and once she realized the potential pun in the idea of only having spotty coverage of a cheetah-griffon, she vowed to tell it to him or Pinkie one day.

Over a few days, she managed to get an idea of the griffon’s daily schedule. The problem was, she couldn’t see anything that would make a good gift idea.

Most of the weekdays, he worked at the blacksmith’s shop, helping him out with…she didn’t know. She wasn’t the sort to spy into the shop itself. But once he got off shift, he went right home, which, again, she wasn’t at the level of peeping into windows. (Yet.)

There was one minor deviation, where the griffon went home, then left to Twilight’s crystal-tree castle, where the library was still being run out of, to return a book. He left with a few new ones in exchange, so maybe she could bug Twilight about his reading habits, figure out something she could get him then.

And also, after a particular day, he eschewed going home entirely and went to the only omnivore restaurant in town for his evening meal.

It was the weekend that was interesting. The griffon apparently went about town, being sociable, talking to all manner of ponies, and picking up his weekly shopping and the like. But there was no reason for him to visit things like a games store unless he was into something that they sold there. He also hit up the newest bookstore in town as well. So she had a few things she could use to find out his interests.

It was the start of another week, and Dash was just about ready to go stalking this incredibly persistent bird-cat, when there was a knock at her door. Her cloud door, which meant that a pegasus had come up to see her.

Thinking it was Fluttershy, she went to the door and opened it, before her eyes widened a little bit in surprise.

Because on the other side was no meek pegasus, but a mildly irritated Twilight Sparkle, holding a list in her magic.

“Dash,” she said sternly. “We need to talk.”

“What?” Dash blinked at her. “What’d I do? I didn’t break anything and you can’t prove otherwise.”

“I’ve compiled a list,” Twilight said, shaking the scroll in her magic, “of the times you’ve been seen stalking the newest arrival in town. Simply because he’s male and you’ve not been with him in bed yet.”

“I haven’t been stalking him, I’ve just been following him around to figure out… his… schedule. Okay, I might have actually been stalking him. But that’s only because he’s… weird. And not like, bad, weird, just- Twilight why won’t he sleep with me?” Dash honestly sounded confused. “I want him but he doesn’t want me back.”

Twilight sighed and sent the list home with a small pop of lavender magic. “Dash,” she said soothingly, stepping inside and putting a wing around her shoulders. “The problem isn’t you. It isn’t him either. He just…” She looked for words. “He doesn’t want you to go out and sleep with anyone else anymore, if you pick him. He wants stability in a relationship. His heart might be set on you, but he knows what you’re like, so it’s probably tearing him up just as much as it is you.”

“Well I haven’t slept with anypony since I started… stalking… him. But I don’t wanna settle down though!” She insisted.

“He’s probably not asking for marriage,” Twilight chuckled, shaking her head. “Just, somepony who doesn’t sleep around if you start dating him properly.” She gave the pegasus a look. “Do you think you can manage that? Keeping in mind if you mess up he’ll probably break up with you until you prove you’re serious about it somehow.”

“Uuuuuuugh…..” Dash groaned while throwing her head back. “I… think?”

“Dash,” Twilight said with a bit more steel in her voice. “I’ve never known you to half-do anything. It’s never I think I can do this with you, it’s always Watch this, I know I got this, it’s gonna be awesome. What makes this one griffon so much more daunting than…than any of the stunts you’ve ever done?”

“I don’t know! I don’t do feelings. Feelsy stuff just gives me a headache.” Dash said with more than a bit of a grumble as she scuffed her hoof into her cloud-house’s floor.

“Well, maybe he’ll help you figure out what you are feeling, then,” Twilight pointed out. “He can help you put words to them when they crop up. Maybe then it’ll stop giving you headaches.”

“I guess.” Her ears pinned back. “Thanks Twilight….”

“Just give him an honest chance,” the alicorn tried to get Dash to agree to the idea. “He might surprise you.”

Gary hummed to himself. Another weekend to himself, another set of chores to take care of. His shopping had been done and put away for an hour now, so now he was on to things he wanted to do. He had rather hoped the games store had something new in, but he wasn’t exactly holding his breath.

He was halfway to the shop, humming a jaunty tune under his breath, when he met an…unexpected detour. One he never expected to actually happen. Not with the way he kept brushing her off.

Dash was standing, shockingly not flying, in the road. “Okay. You win.”

Gary blinked in surprise, his head tilted slightly in confusion. “I’m sorry? Were we competing?” he asked.

“If you want to be in a relationship or something before we bang, then… fine.” Dash looked almost worried.

The taller griffon rolled his eyes, walking forward and putting a wing around Dash’s middle (which ended up almost engulfing her, griffons were stupid large compared to ponies) before walking back the way he came. “Let’s get somewhere more private for this sort of discussion, huh?” he asked. “I don’t live far from here.”

“I know.” She said, following the much larger griffon. He kept her concealed with his wing as they walked back to his home.

When they got there, he opened the door and ushered her inside, before heading to the kitchen after she’d walked in. “I’ll make us some tea,” he offered. “You can tell me what’s on your mind while the kettle boils.”

It wasn’t a minute later that Gary joined her at the dining table, quirking a brow at the pegasus across from him, waiting for her to start talking.

“I thought you were playing hard to get. Which I can respect. But you weren’t, I think?” Dash seemed to have a hard time with words. “Soooo, if you want me all to yourself, that’s fine. We can, date, or whatever. If… you’re even interested… in me.” She seemed to want to look anywhere but across the table.

Gary considered for a moment or two. “I am,” he confirmed, making Dash whip her head up and look at him. “Interested in you,” he clarified, making her heart beat felt for a moment. “But I was raised to respect he- mares, you’d say,” he admitted with a chuckle. “So I basically only want one mate, and it would take something pretty major to get me to change my mind. Who you’ve been is not a good match for a griffon like me.”

“Soooo, wait, is me sleeping with other stallions off the table? Because, you better be an amazing lay.” Dash pointed a hoof at him.

“That is a condition if we’re going to date, yes,” Gary confirmed. “You don’t have to worry about that with me, but you’ve been…around,” he said, moving a talon in a circle to make his point.

“Uuuuuugh, fine. I suppose.” Dash planted her head on the table with a thump and groaned. She looked up, looking a little flushed. “I’ll only sleep with you, but you better be available.”

“I do have my job during the weekdays,” he mused. “But weekends and evenings are still free, if you can contain yourself,” he chuckled.

Just about then, there was a whistling from the kitchen, and the griffon got up to answer it. The sound of liquid being poured came next, and in the span of a minute, the cat-bird had two mugs in one taloned hand, being put on the table. “Give it a few minutes to steep,” he advised. “Then I’ll take the bags out and we can have some tea.”

“Not really a tea-mare, but sure.” The mare shrugged. “I have a job too, and you’ve carried me home more times than I can count.”

“Well if you stopped getting so drunk and banging random stallions in alleyways…” the griffon teased.

“Hey, I can stop banging stallions, but drinking is a must!” She jabbed a hoof in his direction, giving him a death glare.

“Well then, that can be a first date for us,” the griffon teased. “Tonight we can go to a bar together, and I can keep the stallions off of you.”

“Deal.” Dash nodded. “And I promise to not get blackout drunk.”

Gary was sure he was going to regret this. It was the evening, and they were standing outside of Dash’s favorite bar. He glanced down to his side to where the smaller mare stood at the ready. He sighed, rolled his eyes, and pushed the door open, to the sound of a cheer the moment Dash walked in.

That cheer became a sound of confusion when he followed after her. Some mare in the bar yelled ‘Finally got him, eh Dash?’ Then the rest of the ponies made another cheer and some made lewd gestures with their hooves.

“Yes. I did.” She glared at a gaggle of mares. “There’s some conditions though.”

“Yeah,” Gary draped a wing over her barrel. “I’m here to pay for her drinks and make sure she makes it home alright.”

“Wait, who said you were paying for drinks?” Dash snapped her head around to him. “Then, I’m paying for your drinks.”

“And who said chivalry was dead?” Gary chuckled as they headed to the bar, the griffon taking up a seat and keeping his wing around her as she took hers.

“I believe in gender equality.” Dash said with a ‘harumph.’

“Yes, you bang all stallions equally,” Gary snarked back.

There came hisses and ‘ooooo’s’ from the bar-goers.

“You got me there.” Dash pointed a hoof at him as she sat at the bar.

There was a moment of confusion as she was pulled through the air, and when her head cleared, she was sitting in Gary’s lap.

“No, now I’ve got you,” he teased, using a talon to prod her muzzle.

“Huh?” Dash blinked. “I know I’m short, but I’m not a foal.”

“Nah, I just figured it was time to tease you for a change,” the griffon taunted. What did he mean by tha-

Oh. It suddenly occurred to Dash exactly where her flank was situated.

And her normally cyan face was bright red. “Oooooh. Berry, I need something alcoholic. Now.”

The earth mare rolled her eyes, already having prepared Dash’s usual drink the moment she walked in the door. It slid in front of the mare as she turned an eye onto the griffon she was situated in the lap of. “Something sweet and non-alcoholic for me,” he demurred. “I’m going to be getting her home in one piece tonight.” The bartender nodded and went to mix it up.

“If I start slurring, cut me off.” Dash added. “I wanna actually remember whatever happens.”

“Don’t worry, I will,” Gary promised. Berry returned with his fruity drink and he took it in one hand, sipping it and cooing in delight. “Plus, this position we’re in makes it easy to keep the stallions away~” he teased, furling his wings around to hide line of sight with the mare in his lap.

Only Dash’s head was visible. “Oh I feel so protected.” She rolled her eyes and she leaned in and sipped out of her freshly set down drink.

She gave a glance at the griff’s head above her. A small smirk twisted her lips. Her tail slid around to her side. Her now bare flank pressed back.

She was rewarded with the griffon taking an unexpectedly large gulp of his drink, before glancing down at her with a panicked expression. He must have felt that. She could see his wings twitching, as if he was considering moving them back to his sides. Now, the question was, did she want him to keep them there, and if so, how could she convince him to not move them…

A hoof tapped a wing and she shook her head. Her flank rubbed back and forth slowly.

She was rewarded again, this time with the feeling of a small, noticeable bump under her flank. One that was starting to swell into something much different, and larger, than the stallions she had ever been with.

“Hmmmm…” She hummed into the straw in her drink. She shimmied her hind legs under her and propped herself up a bit, only for the new girth to feel something warm and damp against it. “You get a preview.” She mumbled into her drink nonchalantly.

“Dash-” Gary whined. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to just stop himself from getting harder. If she wasn’t careful, she’d be giving more than a preview under his wings.

“Just tell me to stop.” She murmured, lowering herself to press her flank into him.

He wasn’t afraid of her stopping. He was afraid he wasn’t going to be able to tell her to before something happened. He already knew that his shaft had to be getting pretty long, poking between her folds. If she lowered herself any further, she’d be impaling herself and he’d not be able to remove the wings hiding her for a very good reason.

And like that, her flank was back in his lap, however the shaft was sandwiched between her toned plot.

That wasn’t any better! His shaft twitched between those cheeks, and he could all but feel a small bead at the tip ready to drool down and stain her flank.

She leaned back and rested her back and wings against his chest fluff. Her head rested on his shoulder, her head closer to his. “Is it what you wanted?” She whispered.

“I, uh…” he blushed. “I don’t know how much longer I can stand to be with you in public if you’re going to act like this,” he admitted. “We might just have to skip to the bedroom at this rate.”

And a hoof emerged from the wings. Bits were piled onto the bar. The mare tugged herself away a little so he could try to arrange himself.

“Sorry guys,” Gary called out. “Turns out Dash has other plans.”

And the mare dropped down to the floor with a clop. “Plans involving a big hunky griffon and a broken bed.”

Gary gulped. What had he gotten into?

Dash lounged on his bed that was far too big for her. At least half of her was on it. Her hind legs hung off the side of the bed and her tail was off to the side, so she was leaving nothing to the imagination.

Gary swallowed again. "Dash, are you sure?" He tried to appeal to her sense of reason. "I'm much larger than you."

“Won’t find out until we try.” Dash looked over her shoulder. “We can fit as much of you as we can, or we could try my plot, or , if all else fails, you could grind your thick meat against me.”

"I mean, I'm willing to try," the griff admitted, unfurling his wings from where they'd been keeping his length hidden. Holy-!

That was about the length of one of her legs, and it seemed a little thicker than that as well.

She blinked at the size of the thing. “Weelllll…. Let’s take it slow then. I know that that’s not really my style, but… That’s big.”

"I did warn you," Gary pointed out, shuffling awkwardly. "If you wanna call it off-"

“I at least want to try.” Dash said with a small whine.

Gary rolled his eyes and stepped forward, into position. His front claws went to either side of Dash's head, and she could feel the pointed tip poking at her folds. One claw removed itself from in front of her and went back, gripping her flank to keep her still.

Then he pushed forward, that tip spreading and stretching her innards.

“Huurgh!” Dash grunted out as her legs spread to try and help him fit more.

Dash didn’t consider herself a whore or slut. She simply loved each stallion in turn and left them when they got clingy. Between sessions with each one, she had an exercise regimen to keep herself tight down there, with excellent muscle control.

All of which felt like it was for naught as Gary kept feeding his mare-breaking cock into her, one inch at a time. The barbs tickled delightfully on the way in, and if she put a hoof to her belly, she could feel the bulge he was making in her.

“Mmmph- Not- gonna be able to- take much more…” She squirmed into the bed.

That was about when she felt it. His pointed tip tickling her deepest reaches. All of his lovely, barbed cock was nestled inside of her, stretching her deliciously. If they'd fucked when he first showed up, she'd have had no problem committing to this cock.

And yet. She could feel something tickling her folds. Something round and bigger than what she'd already been stuffed with. Something he wasn't even trying to put in her.

“Th-that’s not gonna fit.” She grunted out with her face in the sheets.

"Shame," Gary hummed, running a clawed hand through her mane. "Tying is the one, sure-fire way to get a griffon male to cum. Otherwise, we could be stuck fucking all night trying to milk that out of me."

All nigh-

That was about when Gary's claw gripped her flank and he started pulling back. If the barbs had felt good on the way in, they felt divine on the way out.

“Mmmmmuuumph…” Dash groaned out. “All night… Is fine…. C-cause that’s… not gonna fit…” She managed through grunts.

“I mean, we haven’t even tried yet,” Gary teased the mare, thrusting back into her and burying most of his length inside her folds once more. The knot bumped into her again with those motions, and the griffon seemed to almost be taunting her.

“You’re pretty muc- mmmph- filling me up- already.” She grunted, shoving her face into the sheets.

“I could always go for more~” he blatantly teased her as his claws gripped her flanks so that he could set a long, slow pace for pulling out and thrusting back into her.

“G-get used to dis- mmmph! Disappointment.” She said rocking her flank into his pelvis. “S-say. I can’t sleep with other- nngh- stallions. Right?”

“I would prefer it if you didn’t while we’re dating, yes,” Gary replied dryly. One of his clawed hands lightly smacked her flank at that statement.

“Unnf!” She grunted at the slap. “Th-that means that you don’t sleep with other mares. Right?”

“Also correct,” Gary agreed, using his other hand to smack her flank harder between thrusts.

She gasped out, throwing her head back. “Ah! G-good!” She crumpled the sheets in her hooves. “You’re- mmmph- mine, and I’m… yours.”

“Bet you never thought you’d be saying those words to anyone,” Gary teased Dash, keeping up with his long, slow thrusts, to get the mare to squirm under him.

“Nopony could pin me down.” She said, before pausing in her movements. “Wait- wait a sec, pull out a s-sec.”

Gary did, one brow raised in question as to what she had planned.

Dash crawled up onto the bed and rolled over onto her back, spreading her hind legs. “O-okay. You… uh… You’re good.” She actually looked flustered.

The griffon chuckled, joining her on the bed and pressing his length back to her lips as he all but loomed over the smaller mare, one clawed hand rubbing along her muzzle. With one thrust, he buried his length inside of her again, stretching her once more as he settled on top of her.

“Mmmuuuuhh….” She groaned out, arching her back as best she could under the griffon. He seemed to shift around for a few seconds, before he gripped the mare around her middle…

And then hammered her with his cock, hard and fast, his hip motions making the bed creak with every slap of their groins.

Dash saw stars. He was overwhelming. She shuddered, her hips started to buck as she came.

And he just didn’t stop. He fucked her through her orgasm, prolonging it as that knot slapped against her lips with every thrust of his hips. Either he was intent on getting it in her, or he really did mean to fuck her all night.

“F-fuck! P-pound me- Umf! U-until you f-fill me u-up!” She stammered out, squirming under him.

Well, if she was going to give him permission…

Gary’s thrusts became harder and more focused on grinding that knot into her with every thrust, apparently trying to tie her.

“I-if you’re g-gonna try.” She grunted. “J-just d-do it. T-tellin ya it’s n-not gonna fit.”

Gary huffed at that and seemed to double down on how hard he was thrusting into her, that knot all but demanding entrance into the smaller mare. Simple logistics would say it wouldn’t fit, but sheer determination and stubbornness tended to help overcome such problems.

“C-come on. Y-you can t-try harder than- mmmph! That!” She taunted, a bit of her fire coming back.

Gary all but snarled as he thrust harder, grinding his knot into her lips and soaking it in her juices. After a few thrusts like that-

Pop

-He was in. If he’d been filling her before, she was beyond full now.

“T-too much-” She wheezed. “Too much!” She went limp. “J-just c-cum!”

She could feel his cock throbbing within her, the cum racing up his length-

And then she felt it splash in her depths, not being allowed to escape thanks to how he was plugging her up with his knot, which meant all of his prodigious release had nowhere to go but deeper into her.

And Dash plumped up a bit. “Unnnggg… H-how long t-till the s-swelling goes down?”

“Probably until I can pull out of you,” Gary idly commented, rolling onto his side and dragging Dash with him so they could cuddle while he leaked a steady stream of cum into her. “Might take…half an hour for the tie to die down?”

“That’s fine. That’s great. Yeah.” Dash grumbled, her voice muffled as her face was in the sheets. After a little rearranging from the griffon, the pair of them were face-to-face, or face-to-chest-fluff, as he wrapped a clawed hand around her head to stroke her mane.

“It’s not like I have a lot of experience in this, you know,” he commented idly.

Dash blinked. “Am I your first?”

“First one for anything this serious, yes,” Gary agreed with a nod.

“Huh.” She blinked again. “Good? I guess?” She glanced around awkwardly. “Imma be honest, I have no idea how to do the… relationship, monogamy, thing.”

“Okay, well,” Gary held up his free hand and ticked a few things off. “The monogamy part is something you’re going to have to work on yourself. And I’m not expecting you to become a relationship master overnight. You’ve got your friends to help you figure it out, I’m sure that between all of you they can help you learn what you need to know.”

“Eh, good idea.” Dash commented. “Ehm, so, we’re gonna be here a bit…” She coughed into her hoof. “Uhhh, tell me about yourself?” She said awkwardly.

The griffon laughed and hugged her so that her muzzle was buried in his chest fluff, before he began regaling her with tales from the (former) griffon empire and his life there. A short while into his stories about how he and Gilda knew each other, his length managed to deflate enough to where they could separate.

“Shit!” Dash swore as cum virtually gushed out of her pussy. “Sorry! Get a towel or something!”

“It’s fine, I’ll just wash these sheets later,” Gary brushed her concerns off. “Plus the bed’s big enough to where that’s hardly a large stain.”

“If you’re sure.” Dash hummed. “So.. uhm, how was it?”

Gary hummed, one hand still stroking Dash’s mane. “For a first time, quite enjoyable,” he admitted. “I’m glad I waited until I met someone I wanted to be with like that.”

“Wanted?” She blinked. “I thought you weren’t really interested because I sleep- slept around.”

“Well yes, but also there were plenty of griffon hens back home that just…didn’t appeal to me,” Gary pointed out. “I just kept waiting. I knew you could be better, could be someone I would want to date.” He leaned in and pecked her cheek with his beak in an imitation of a kiss. “And now you’ve shown me I was right.”

“Awww- Ah!” She jumped and coughed into her hoof. “That’s sweet… I guess.”

Gary merely smiled and used his wings to circle around Dash, holding her close to him in a cuddle while he laid his head atop hers.

“Yer warm.” She said into his chest fluff.

“Mhm,” Gary agreed. “So…did you want to go again?”

“This may surprise you, but no. That was…. A bit much.” She said as her face flushed.

Gary clicked his beak. “Shame. Griffon males can usually go two or three times a night before they’re worn out.”

“We can work up to that. Stallions don’t last long, normally leaving me disappointed. So I guess we both just went the opposite extreme.” Dash said with a nod.

“Mmm.” Gary looked Dash in the eye. “Now I better not hear any rumors about you sleeping around after this,” he warned.

“I’ll Pinkie Promise.” Dash stated seriously.

“Not…right now, I don’t think we need Pinkie to show up here at this exact moment,” Gary replied with a wince.

“Oh please no!” Dash gasped out, eyes wide. The griffon chuckled and merely nuzzled her.

“So…” He hummed a bit. “When do you think you’d be up for another ‘date’?”

“How about tomorrow night?” She offered.

“Sounds good to me,” Gary smiled. “Did you want to get a nice dinner, or should we not even pretend and just meet up here or at your place?”

“I’m always down to eat, but don’t do anything romantic or anything.” The pegasus shook her mane as she stretched.

“So, a pre-fuck meal at a fast food place then,” the griffon quipped. “To give you plenty of energy for the workout to come.”

“Exactly.”

How to stuff your best friend

Author's Note

Early Thanksgiving Lewdwords!

Kinks: Spilda, dirty talk, twin-cocks, knots, knotting, stomach bulge

How to stuff your best friend

Spike had had an…interesting last year. The pony-sized dragon didn’t think he would get along very well with Twilight’s new…boarder at the library. She was abrasive when they first met, the griffon hen snapping at just about everything. But over the course of a few days, her temperament had mellowed somewhat. Spike personally thought his food might’ve helped coax her out of her thorny shell.

Then a few days later she offered to accompany him to the market, and absolutely decimated the stallkeepers, walking away with more produce than Spike had ever dreamed of, all for about half the money he would have normally spent. Her barbed tongue was good for quite a bit more than biting remarks, it would seem.

She’d also helped him come to terms with his dragon-y nature, seeing as how he had been raised by ponies. In her own words, she was as close to a non-pony point of view he was likely to get.

It hurt, realizing that his infatuation with Rarity was a little bit of his dragon greed for beautiful things gone haywire. But over the course of a month, he got over his crush. He still wandered around to help every now and then when she needed gems, but under direction from Gilda, the dragon had managed to wrangle a larger share of what he dug up for his own consumption.

So, when the Harvest festival rolled around, Spike knew exactly what he was going to do and who he was going to spend it with. The oven dinged, letting him know his apple pie was done, and he reached in and pulled it out with his bare claws. Being fireproof was useful sometimes. Okay, a lot of times. Making sure his claws were clean, he used one to slice the pie evenly, and carefully extracted a pair of slices to put on plates. Then he got the vanilla ice cream and put a scoop on both slices, watching as the fresh, hot pie melted the creamy treat on top of it.

He knew exactly who to share it with. The one who’d been helping him all this year, who likely didn’t have anywhere to go herself. The dragon hummed a little tune as he carried the pie plates upstairs, knocking on Gilda’s door with one hand.

“Come on in, I’m not doing anything that’d embarrass you.” Came the lazy drawl from the other side of the door. Spike rolled his eyes and used one of his hands to open the door, finding the nearest flat surface to put the plates down, before looking for his bro-bird friend.

Their relationship was complicated, which was part of the reason why he was here.

“Eyyy, pie.” The griffon said, rolling over on her bed and grabbing one of the plates in a talon. “I swear, learning some stuff from the Apple Clan is one of the better choices you’ve made.”

“Well it was learn to cook or watch Twilight starve herself,” Spike pointed out with a chuckle. “I learned a lot in the castle, and learning from the Apples and the Cakes only helped with my repertoire. I swear, that mare could burn water if she tried to cook after a study session with too little sleep.”

“Unicorn curse. Unicorns can’t cook, has something to do with their magic. I swear, I’ve yet to meet a unicorn who could actually cook.” Gilda commented as she picked up and took a bite out of the pie slice.

“It’s all a plot by the earth ponies to remain in power via control of the stomachs of the nobility,” Spike deadpanned, before snorting. “So, does the pie meet with your approval?”

She took another bite. “Mmmmm.” She swallowed. “Decent. Not Applejack, good, but… decent.” She nodded.

“Yeah, I swear they’ve got some family secret to make their pies taste better somehow,” the dragon grumbled, before sitting next to Gilda on her bed, his own slice of pie sitting on the nearby endtable, all but forgotten. “So…” he started. “This seems like as good a time as any…Gilda, you’ve, done a lot for me in these past few months. I just wanted to say thanks for all of it. Without you I’d still be a clueless dragon stumbling his way through a pony world.”

“Sure kid.” Gilda nodded at him. “Of course. You kinda needed it.” She chuckled.

“Yeah, no kidding,” Spike rubbed the back of his head with one hand. “It took me a whole month to get over my fascination with Rarity, realizing it was just my dragon greed making me feel a crush. Thanks for all of that. I needed a rock of stability while my worldview was crashing down.” Spike had turned to look Gilda more head on as he finished talking, feeling more sure of himself as he finished.

She blinked and set the pie piece down on the plate and set the plate on the end-table. “Uuuuh huh. Something tells me this is going somewhere.”

“Kinda?” Spike chuckled. “It’s just, you’ve done so much to help me while you were here. And I made sure this time to look at it carefully, so, um.” He blinked a few times, before just going for it. “I think I have a crush on you,” he admitted. “A genuine attraction, not my instincts just flaring up and telling me to hoard you. I actually…kinda wanna get closer to you than just friendship.”

She blinked again. “Spike if you wanna fuck you can just ask.”

Spike blushed, an impressive feat for one with scales. “G-Gilda!” he whined. “I mean, I wouldn’t say no, but…that’s not the point. Can I…do something?” he asked, wringing his hands a little at how this was going.

“Sure.” The griff shrugged.

Spike used his hands to help Gilda sit up on the bed so their heads were more level, and then he did something the hen wasn’t expecting. He brought his scaled muzzle closer to her beak and-

Huh. So this is what a kiss was like. It was incredibly warm, but that was to be expected, considering he was a dragon.

Her beak could only do so much, and she honestly didn’t get much out of it, but it was… nice.

“Mleh.” She mlemed as the kiss broke. “Sorry, beaks aren’t really made for kissing.”

“I know, I just wanted to try it once,” Spike chuckled, his arms pulling the hen closer into a hug as they sat on her bed. “I still think my answer is the same, though. I do have a crush on you, Gilda.”

“That’s fine.” She replied. “And that’s not me turning you down.” She quickly added. “Just, don’t really feel the same yet. I wouldn’t turn down some casual sexy times though.”

Spike chuckled, before letting his draconic tongue curl out of his muzzle and around his snout, wrapping around a few times before slurping it back in. “I think I’m down to help you relieve some tension first,” the dragon offered once he noticed the hen watching his tongue tricks.

“Oh you don’t say.” The hen raised a brow. “I’d ask if you wanna see, but you’ve walked in on me more than a few times.” She chuckled as she rolled onto her back and spread her hind legs. “Call me shameless all you want.”

The dragon hummed, lowering his head to between her hind legs and finding her lips. There was only a little dew on them, so he decided to rectify how excited she was. He let his tongue loll out, licking up and down her lips, before hooking it between them and started feeding it inside her.

“Ooooooo! Knew that tongue could do some tricks!” She hissed, squirming on the bed. That invading tongue started to twist around inside of her, spreading her wide as it piled up like a snake, looking for her depths.

Suddenly the talons were around his head and his face was shoved against her pussy, shoving his tongue into a coiled mess inside her. “Mmmmmph, call me greedy, but slow really isn’t my style. Tap my thigh if you want me to fuck your face.”

Spike’s hands came up and gripped the hen’s thighs, before his tongue started all but fucking her pussy, driving in and out and spreading her every time he thrust it back in. He’d been taught by Cadence when it was evident how big he would grow and how compatible he might be with ponies. He had lessons to draw on.

“Atta boy!” She cried, hooking her paws over his shoulders and she humped his face. More than a little of her spicy lust covered his tongue. Spike timed his tongue thrusts with her humping, his forked tongue tip hitting the deepest part of her and tickling the barrier.

“Mmmph- Nah, that’s for cock.” She grunted. “Speaking of cock, how’s yours?”

It wasn’t like he could actually answer, with his mouth stuffed full of griffon puss. But he did roll onto his side a little so she could see-

Two erect lengths bobbing under his belly scales, with little ridges decorating them from the tip down that just seemed to get bigger the closer they were to the base.

Her upper half twisted and her talons reached out, one around each shaft. “Oh, they’re warm.” She hummed, slowing her bucking into his face. The talons slowly slid up to the tips. The more she stroked him, the harder he got, until something fat popped its way out of the slit his cocks had come from.

He had knots too? Why had she slept on having sex with him until now?

“Where have you been keeping these?!” She gaped. “Fuck, why haven’t you railed me any of the times that you caught me talons in pussy?” She continued as her talons slid down to lightly squeeze the knots.

The dragon let out a little grunt and resumed his tongue-fucking efforts, doing his best to map out all of her innards and find a spot that would make her squirm. Once again, he wanted to get her to cum first. Like a gentledrake.

“Awww, look at you playing cunt cartographer.” The griff snorted a laugh, while rocking against his face. “Don’t think you’re gonna find my trigger inside as good as it feels.” She said massaging the twin knots, before sliding her talons back up in a slow stroke.

Wait, that was right! Cadence had said- Spike’s eyes flicked up to the front of Gilda’s lips, and he decided to play around with his tongue a little. While he kept a majority of it inside the hen, a small bit of it pulled up and pressed up against the inflamed, throbbing clit that had protruded once they’d started playing with each other, rubbing against the sensitive nub with his heated tongue.

She gasped. “There!” Her reaction made her talon squeeze his knots. “Could you… eh- Mmmmm… suckle it?” She asked quietly.

Spike hummed a little, moving his mouth from attached to griffon puss to hovering over the front of it, letting his lips settle around the nub as his tongue was barely pulled from what it had been doing. He gently closed his own lips around the nub and gave a powerful suck on it.

The griffon yelped. Gilda’s hips bucked and he felt her spicy lust juices coat his chin. The stuff he didn’t drink down, anyways. Once she was done cumming, he slowly extracted himself from her legs and licked his lips theatrically. “Tasty,” he teased.

Immediately the griffon rolled onto her stomach and raised her hind end. “Cocks. Now. Need em.” Her quivering pussy lips were still dripping, and yet the hen was already demanding. “Single hole, both holes, doesn’t matter. Gimme. Make it so I can’t walk tomorrow.”

“I don’t think you’re stretchy enough to fit them both in your pussy-” Spike started to point out, even as he drew up behind her, his claws on her flanks as his lengths pressed against her rear.

“Fuckin bet!” She said, spreading her lips with her talons. “Cave of wonders dragon boy.”

“...Okay, well, if you break, it’s on you,” Spike warned, using a hand to aim both of his tips at her spread entrance, before pushing forward. The tips caught and he gave her a moment to call it off, before he gave one massive hump, burying half of both his shafts in her in one go.

The ridges felt divine as they spread her, each one popping in and making her stretch that little bit wider. And he was already so big.

“Oh, you’re gonna stretch me so goooood.” She groaned, only holding herself up with her hind paws. “How do I feel, Spike?”

“Fuuuuuck,” he moaned, holding himself still because he didn’t trust himself at the moment. “You’re like the silky-smoothest, tightest, wettest vice on both of my dicks,” he summed up. “You’re sure you want me to keep going?” he checked.

“Let’s see how much of you I can fit.” She turned her head and winked at him. “Like feeling both your cocks wedged into my tight lion pussy?” She stuck her tongue out at him.

“I’m surprised you can take it,” he admitted, his grip on her flanks firming up as he thrust forward again, slowly sinking more and more of his shafts into her…

Until she thumped up against those knots. If she looked under herself, she’d be able to see the bulge he was making in her belly. A talon went up to rub and press against the stomach bulge. “Mmmm, feel that?”

“Mmmph!” Spike huffed, his claws gripping her tighter. “You’re…more accommodating than I thought you might be,” he admitted.

“Griffs got big cocks, and barbs.” She said, rubbing at the bulge while she started to rock back into him.

“I see,” Spike mused, before he started setting a fast rhythm of pulling about half of his cock out, before slamming it back into her, sending the sound of their mating into the air as he fucked her on her bed.

“S-Spike, b-be honest.” She tried to say between his thrusts and her gasps. “You ever s-stroke it th-thinkin’ about me? C-call me c-curious.”

“...Probably a few times in the last few weeks,” he admitted, slowing enough so that they could have a conversation. Though this also meant he just made sure his thrusting took on a deep factor rather than a speedy one, nearly all of both his lengths being pulled out and driven into her with every motion of his hips.

“Oooooohhhh, that’s better…. Is my griff puss how you imagined it? Or did you have other fantasies in mind?” She hummed into the sheets.

“Well…” Spike mused, using one hand to reach up and play with her wingbase. He knew it worked on pegasi thanks to Cadence’s lectures, maybe it carried over to other species. “I don’t know if I can tie you with both at once yet…” he admitted, before dropping into more of a growl. “And I don’t know what you’ll look like if you start carrying eggs yet either…”

“Tying with both in one hole, doubtful, both holes that I can do.” Gilda nodded, turning her head to glance at him. “Eggs will be next year, passed my laying period already. Wanna fuck some babies into me that much?”

“I want to try both in one hole for when you are in whatever passes for griffon heat,” Spike pointed out, pressing forward and grinding both knots into her lips tauntingly. “Or are you saying you wouldn’t demand that of me when the time comes?”

She moaned like a slut. “Ooooh shit. I’d demand that you fuck me till cum gushes out with every thrust. Fuckin’ drown my entire pussy in seed.”

“Best way to do that is with both in your pussy at once,” Spike pointed out, grinding against her again on his next thrust into her. “Double the cum at once. Wanna get practice for then?”

“Yeah… but I also want one in the ass at some point.” She sighed out a groan. “Hey, you mind pulling out a sec? Kinda wanna switch positions cause the legs are getting tired.”

“Oh, sure,” Spike pulled back enough to pop both cocks free, coated in her lust juices. “Just, when you do, I’m probably going to go for the tie,” he warned.

“Of course you would.” She said, rolling over onto her back and shimmy till her legs hung off the bed. “Feel free to mount me again, dork.” She teased.

Spike let out a little growl, using a hand to aim his dual cocks at her pussy and thrust most of the way in on the first hump as he loomed over the catbird. His hands then went to either side of her head as he stared her down, his hips a blur as those knots pounded into her lips over and over again.

She gasped. Her eyes widened as her legs splayed out, wordlessly requesting to be taken. Something Spike did his best to fulfill. His knots kept making progress on getting in, and it wasn’t long before they were halfway in. A little further and there would be no pulling out, no turning back. She was already stretching so far, just a little more and…

~POP~

Her stomach plumped up even further as Spike’s crotch crashed into Gilda’s pussy lips, his scales rubbing against her sensitive clit. The hen saw stars.

As a final act of dominance, the drake leaned down and clamped his jaws around her neck as his cocks started to unload his near molten cum as deep as it could possibly go inside of her, doing his best to hold her still as he filled her overfull with dragon seed.

Her ears rang as her whole body shook. She felt herself start to bloat further. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, making her scream like a diving eagle. Her talons scraped against his back scales as her pussy contracted around his cocks, milking every last drop.

Slowly, as the pair started to come down from their highs, Spike unlatched his jaws from around her throat, though there was still a noticeable mark under her feathers of where his teeth had pressed against the skin. Like the world’s largest hickey. His knots kept him tied to her as his cocks just drooled more cum into an already-full pool.

“Uuuuuugh….” She groaned, sounding hoarse. “Haven’t been fucked like that…. In awhile…”

“We could do it more often?” Spike offered, leaning down to peck her beak with a kiss.

“Yes please.” Gilda grinned excitedly. “Just after I… deflate.”

Tia's Retirement Plan

Author's Note

Kinks: Celestia on Griffon, Magical Goddess Shapechanging Powers, Knotting, Pregnancy.

Tia's Retirement Plan

Geralt the griffon nearly jumped out of his feathers when his door slammed open. He squawked as he whirled towards the source of the disturbance. In pranced a giddy giant of a pony mare. A white one, a white winged one…. A white, winged, horned one.

“Geralt~” Former ‘Princess’ Celestia sing-songed as she pranced in, shutting the door with her golden magic. Her eyes fell on the, still heavily breathing, griffon. “Oh! Sorry! Did I startle you? I’m sorry!”

And suddenly Geralt’s face was full of cloudy white floof, as the alicorn wrapped him up in a tight hug.

“I’m just so excited. I’m finally retired. Well, retired from Princessing.” Came the muffled voice through fur and feathers.

She let him go and he gasped for breath.

“I didn’t catch you at a bad time, did I?” The Princess asked. She looked naked without her normal regal adornments.

“No no,” the griffon said, managing to finally get his breathing under control. “Just reading my mail. The latest chapter in my work that I put out for review came back positive, so now I just have to work on adding more to it so we can make it a proper novel.” One of his wings flapped to point at his desk, which had half a dozen letters on it, already opened and in a small pile. “No rush on that, but it’s good news all the same. Nothing compared to a nice surprise visit from you, of course. Normally I’m the one surprising you.”

“I thought you’d like it.” The mare grinned. “Also, you consider my idea on us co-writing something more saucy? Or are you still a stick in the mud in terms of writing?” She stuck her tongue out. “I mean, you have plenty of experience plowing a god like a fresh field.”

“Maybe that’ll be my next work,” Geralt deferred. “I don’t think I need to add any gratuitous sex scenes to this one.”

“Oh fiiiiiine…..” Tia gave a loud, overly dramatic groan before looking at him. “I can set you up with my editor when you want to pursue the more lewd scripture.”

“Again, we can worry about that later. For now,” he used a hand to gesture to all of the mare. “Maybe you can explain what you’re doing here? I heard something about retirement before the fluff took hold but it’s a little fuzzy.”

“Oh, Lulu and I are finally retired. Twilight and her friends are taking over things.” She smiled happily. “And I think they’ve managed well enough, especially with all this chaos from the past few years. They do a better job of monitoring the villains that they put in boxes. Much better than Lulu and I ever did.”

“I see,” Geralt said with a nod, before his eyes widened as the implications hit him. “Wait, does that mean-”

“No, I’m not looking to move in, especially when you don’t have space for it. However.” Her eyes drooped to a lustful pair of bedroom eyes. “No need to sneak around anymore. I thought that if you had free time… you could choose in what form you want to blow my back out.” She winked lustily.

“I mean…if you’re offering,” the griffon mused, twirling a claw in the air. “I always did wonder what you’d look like as a griffon hen.”

“Ohhhh…” She smirked at him. “Got a size-preference, or want me to surprise you?”

“Um, I wasn’t aware hens could come in multiple sizes,” Geralt admitted. All the ones he’d met were smaller than him.

Golden magic engulfed the mare, and suddenly the mare… was a hen. A big hen. Pearly white fur flowed into pale white feathers. The tips of the feathers on her head shimmered like the mane she used to have.

Tia the hen towered over the cock, only to step back, turn around and raise her hind end. Juicy griffon pussy was now a couple feet from his face. “Might have to work for it…” Tia tittered smugly.

“I suddenly find myself having a preference where we’re not disproportionate to one another,” Geralt said blandly, using a claw to stroke along her lips as he came to terms with himself. Apparently he liked being at least the same size or the larger one in the relationship.

“Intimidated sweetie?” Tia asked, purring at his talon’s attentions.

“I don’t think there’s been a hen larger than a cock before,” Geralt pointed out. “At the very least, not larger than the average male.”

“Then you get to fuck the only one.” She said, rocking her backside into his talons. “Mmm, wait, this might help.”

Tia suddenly flopped onto her side before rolling onto her back and spreading her back legs. “That a better view?”

“It helps,” Geralt admitted, stepping a little forward to keep up with his claw’s attentions. Being a griffon meant a beak, which meant he couldn’t really use his tongue like Tia did when she was a pony. But he’d learned how to get very dextrous with his claws, something the mare-turned-hen had appreciated, saying it was far different from hooves.

Case in point, he poked just one of his claws into her depths, wiggling it around to stir up her insides.

“Mmmmm, talons and paws do have their benefits.” Tia hummed, lightly rocking her hips a bit. “I’m not a changeling, I can’t turn into anyone else, buuuuut I can turn into whatever race you’d like. If you’d like.”

“Maybe I just want to keep you like this, all to myself,” Geralt teased. “Have you shrink down a bit and ruin your griffon self on me~”

Gold magic engulfed the hen and she slowly shrank, until she was only a little smaller than himself. “Better?”

Consequently, his claw was taking up more of her insides, so he stirred it around again and got her to produce delicious moans. “Much,” he teased.

“Work ‘em a bit deeper.” Tia said a little breathily, giving soft humming moans.

So Geralt did, working a second claw into her and spreading her wider, the tips tickling at her depths as he tested to see how stretchy this form was.

“What, thinking of stuffing your whole talon in there?” She said, trying to sound natural, but the small squirms gave her away.

“Just checking to see if you can take me like this,” the cock teased, draaaaawing those claws forward and back with every pump of his talon.

“Uuuuughhhhh….” She groaned out. “I’ve needed thiiiis….”

“It’s been what, two months since we last met in the castle?” Geralt asked.

“Too long!” She yelped, bucking her hips into his talon.

“And how long did you intend to stay with me?” Geralt teased. “I could turn my storage room back into a spare bedroom, if you wanted. Most of it’s just failed drafts anyways.”

“Haven’t decided yet.” She replied, whining and grabbing his foreleg with a talon, holding his talon there to work on her.

“I mean, if you wanted to help out with the cleaning, you could be my live-in hen,” Geralt joked, using the thumb of his talon to rub over her clit.

“Aww-awww…” She tried to coo. “Want a maid?” Tia asked, shuddering and squirming at his new attentions.

“You wouldn’t be doing much cleaning,” the cock joked. “It’d mostly be me, cleaning out your insides with my specialized brush and solution.”

Tia let his foreleg go. “Oh yes please!” She gasped.

“Well, it seems like you’re warmed up,” Geralt hummed, pulling his talon back. Spreading his front legs let Tia see his massive griffon cock hanging between his hind legs, swinging slightly as he stepped forward.

Tia spread her hind legs wider as she bit down on a talon. Geralt used his forelegs to bring her hind legs up and spread them as wide as possible-

Oh. He was going to mating press her.

She just about had time for that as his length found and started to press into her soaked folds, the barbs rubbing deliciously across her newly changed insides, as they were designed to get maximum pleasure from mating with one of their own.

“Mmmmmmm….” She groaned as she felt him sink inside her. “There…” She hissed, her legs twitching in his grasp.

His knot thumped into her folds. Though it was only just growing, it still was enough of an obstacle for him to pause, not wanting to end their fun too soon by tying her.

It wasn’t long after that that the cock began to pull out, slowly. Celestia began to worry about him just teasing her with a slow pace all afternoon-

Then he slammed back in, setting a steady pace of slow pulling out, fast and hard in, that knot thumping against her folds with every thrust.

“Yes- YES! Breed your hen!” She cried out, almost shrieking like an eagle.

“Oh yes,” Geralt growled, leaning down to stare her in the eyes as his hips kept pounding into her. “And what will you do if I do breed you, hmm? Will you stay with me as your middle swells with my eggs?”

“S-silly cock. Of course I will.” She said through breathy gasps.

“I know you’re not in heat right now,” the griffon cock pointed out, his barbs tickling her just right. “Otherwise there wouldn’t be a question of if I would breed you.”

“Then- ah- we have- mmmph- something to l-look forward to…” Tia managed to get out, the breathe being driven out of her with every thrust.

“You could always use your magic to induce one,” Geralt pointed out, stirring his cock around inside of her before pulling out again. “Start off our new relationship right.”

“But I want to look-unph-forward to it.” She grunted, her talons gripping his shoulders.

“Like you weren’t looking forward to this day?” the cock teased. “Why not take it from simply a good day into a great one?” At her silence, he presented his other point, though not without slamming in again. “Besides, griffon heats can last for a few days, even with a mate.”

She groaned loudly. He didn’t see any magic… but her pussy suddenly got much hotter.

“Mmm…good hen,” Geralt teased, still keeping her in the mating press position, his cock now slamming in and out of her, that knot constantly pressed against her lips, trying to strain them open a little wider on every motion of his hips. “I knew you’d see things my way~”

“You con-vinced me-uunf-” She panted. “G-gonna knot me?”

“Oh yes,” Geralt said with a smirk on his beak. “And once I am knotted, I’m just going to pour my seed into you for a half-hour…and then, once that’s done, and the room is all cleaned out, we’ll make sure it only ever smells of needy hen getting bred.”

“Please-” She gasped out, stretching her legs out as far as they would go.

The cock was hammering in and out of her at a rapid pace now, the knot pushing and straining at her lips. Always catching, but never quite pressing in entirely. The cock snarled and pressed harder, and-

Pop

Tia squawked as he felt her pussy clench around him only to start contracting. Milking him for his seed. Something he was all too ready to give her. His length jumped and pulsed inside of her, his release racing down it.

She felt the warmth bloom deep inside of her, already seeping deeper as he pumped more, and more, and more into her. Almost like those two months they’d spent apart had only given him the reserve of a lake to fill her with.

She squirmed at their orgasms, and the slow bloating of her stomach. She let out squeals and moans, loving every second of it.

“Mmm…” Geralt hummed, finally letting her legs go as he simply laid atop his conquest, nuzzling her face with his own. His buried length still pumping her with seed as they laid tied to one another.

“Worth the wait…” She groaned softly.

“And now,” Geralt hummed, pulling back a little to look her in the eyes. “You’re mine.”

“And you’re mine…” She nodded slowly, happily.

It had been a few months since that day. They had spent a good few hours cleaning out his spare room, packaging up all the discarded drafts and throwing out the bad ones. The good ones, Celly said she could touch up and send to her publisher. Geralt wished her the best and also hoped there weren’t going to be too many sex scenes added from her quill.

They didn’t get back to fucking until they spent some time getting some bedroom furniture for that room so that they could be comfortable doing it. And they made sure it was sturdy as well, so they wouldn’t have to replace it.

Now, Geralt hummed as he finished up the latest chapter to his novel. There was the sound of claws on wood coming from the hallway, and he put his quill down to look at his new…housemate? Mate? Wife? Live-in fucktoy?

He wasn’t sure what the label he could apply to her would be. Besides ‘obviously pregnant.’

In fact Tia was laying in the overly large bed stroking her belly with a hoof. Turned out that her shapeshifting didn’t affect the egg at all. Which only made her enjoy her pregnancy even more, as she found she loved fucking while pregnant.

Something Geralt was eager to help her with. Leaving his work on the desk, he walked across the hall and joined her on the bed, his claw joining her hoof in stroking her stomach. “Horny again?” he teased.

“Always.” She teased, rolling onto her side.

“I’m sure I can help you with that,” Geralt mused, already getting ready for another evening of nothing but tending to his mare. “And maybe later you can try out one of those other forms you were talking about~”

“Wanna be surprised?” She asked, cocking a brow.

“As long as you don’t hurt the egg or yourself trying to take me, not really,” Geralt teased her lips with a claw. “I mean, my favorite is when you’re a nice little hen attached to my cock, but I know you like experimenting. The dog was fun.”

The glow covered her and she was suddenly a diamond dog with a swollen belly, massive tits, and a plump round backside. “I like the dog too.”

“Mmm…so much more to play with,” Geralt hummed, his other claw coming up to massage one of her sensitive tits, eliciting a new moan from her muzzle.

It was going to be a long, fun night for the both of them.

Lewd streams ahead

Author's Note

Kinks: Anthro, Camshow, Changelings, Stomach Bulge, Shapeshifting, Too many donations

Lewd streams ahead

“Thank you all! I’m going to switch platforms. Pretty sure Shiver wouldn’t like me taking my top off, despite what the hot tub streams would suggest. Anyway, thanks! Bye!”

Starfish the changeling took off her headset as she ended the stream. She leaned back and stretched. Her orange chitin was nice and shiny, signs of a healthy ‘ling. She got up from her ‘gamer chair.’ Since she was a streamer she generally didn’t have to worry about what she wore. Thus she was just in a black tee shirt and gray sweat shorts, neither of which were all that revealing.

“Nighty, I’m done.” She called out. “Gaming was good. Gonna take a few, then wanna join me on the next stream?” She asked as she walked out of her room, through the living room, and into the small kitchen. She opened the fridge and bent over to rummage around in it.

It didn’t take long before she felt a pair of hands gripping her rear and kneading it through the chitin and shorts. “That depends,” she heard her boyfriend rumble from behind her, giving her exoskeleton a squeeze that she could feel. “What version of the stream are we going to be doing if we’re together on camera?”

“Regular gaming is done.” She replied, leaning her backside into his hands. “Lewd gaming or just lewd camming is the next on the schedule.” She stood back up with an iced-coffee can in her hand. “If you want to join me.”

Her thestral-zebra hybrid boyfriend let out a chuckle as he hugged her from behind, his arms pushing up her breasts a little. “How long do you think it’d take before you reached the donation incentive for us to fuck again?” he teased.

“I feel bad, I show titties and I get money thrown at me, so probably pretty fast.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “If somebody’s feeling particularly generous then I can get fucked in a different form. If that doesn’t bother you.”

Nightshade let out a chuckle, before turning her so that they were looking at one another and catching her lips in a kiss. A small one that broke after a moment. “As long as you’re doing what you love,” he said, his hands going back to her rear and squeezing it again. “Then I don’t care what form you’re in. You’re you, and I fell for you because of it, not in spite of it.”

“Awwww….” She said, her cheeks turning pinker. “You don’t have to get all romantic…”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to,” he quipped, giving her rear a slight slap. “Now go on, let’s get to your camera. Your loyal fans are waiting to see you dicked down again, probably.”

Camera, set. Bed, prepared. Clothes, surprisingly still on.

“Hey guys! Assuming you’re all guys. Though, if there are ladies in the crowd, I wouldn’t complain.” Starfish said from her spot sitting on the edge of the bed. “And I see a few names that I recognise. Going horny on main, I see.” She giggled.

Bookwyrm donated $20: Always happy to see you two, here’s some support.

“Awwwwww, already? I haven’t even taken my shirt off.” She cooed a little at the donation. “You all can’t be that thirsty.”

“I dunno,” Nightshade said from his position behind her and slightly off-camera, one of his hands coming around her side to squeeze her tit through her shirt. “I’m always ready to pound my little bug~”

Royalmoose donated $100: It’s so great seeing our two races coexisting.

Whisper donated $50: Take her top off. Please?

“Shit, slow down!” Starfish complained but already felt Nightshade’s hands on her shirt. She barely got her arms up in time to avoid having it ripped off of her, revealing her lovely breasts, still contained in her bra of course.

“I’m glad you all agree with me that this bug is pretty as well,” he teased the camera, both of his hands coming around to cup her breasts like her bra was and giving them a squeeze.

Whisper donated $50: And the bra.

“Whisper’s so demanding.” Starfish whined at his attentions.

Whisper donated $10: Sorry…

“No, honey. It’s fine. And don’t go broke because of me.” She said, reaching up to unclasp her bra so Nightshade could take it off.

RoyalSwingers donated $500: You two are so cute. Nice to watch another couple fuck while we fuck.

Starfish blinked. “Stahp. Too much!”

Chat proceeded to explode with “Break the ling! Break the ling! Break the ling!”

“Oi! I don’t want to bankrupt anybody!” Starfish complained as Nightshade kneaded at her breasts.

Whisper donated $100: Strip the rest off of her and make her spread.

RoyalSwingers donated $500: We’ll give more if you get her off once before actually fucking her.

Starfish’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. She barely noticed Nightshade taking off her shorts and panties, lifting her legs up to help out with both of them at once.

She certainly did notice when he spread her legs and lips, fingering her cooch on camera as he helped her lean back to put on a show for the camera.

“Shit!” She hissed as he stuffed a pair of fingers into her dripping pussy. She groaned and arched her back, pressing into his chest.

BookFortQueen donated $200: Could you spread her folds?

Nightshade grinned and helped put on more of a show for the curious, spreading the eager bug’s folds a little wider on one of his fingerings of her pussy.

RoyalSwingers donated $500: Keep her spread and play with her clit.

BookWyrm donated $15: Not much but still showing the appreciation.

BookFortQueen donated $300: RoyalSwingers? Really? Anyway, How does ‘ling pussy feel?

Starfish was having a hard time paying attention. “Nighty might need… to… Mmmm… take over… responses…” She whined bucking her hips into his fingers.

Of course, behind the scenes, as the donation goals had been met, the stallion had been taking his own clothes off as well. The only thing left on him was his boxers, and he still had one hand working on the ‘ling’s pussy. “It feels whatever she wants it to feel like,” he quipped, one of his fingers circling Starfish’s clit before lightly flicking it and getting a gasp and minor squirt out of his bug. She yelped and bucked her hips, her thighs shuddering.

RoyalSwingers donated $1000: And promise kept, also hi BookFortQueen.

Whisper donated $100: I can pay more if needed, but can she turn into a diamond dog?

Starfish panted a little, her thighs quivering a bit. “I could…” She said glancing at Nightshade. His free hand had just worked his boxers free, and she was met nearly at nose level with his cock jutting out of his crotch. When the money from ‘Swingers’ had come in, well, they were just a few dollars short now of moving on to more lewd acts.

Starfish’s maw opened and she slowly sank down, taking more and more of the thick batzeeb meat. Her ass was pointed directly towards the camera as well.

BookFortQueen donated $100: BookWyrm don’t spend all your allowance.

Starfish took the medial ring, a bulge grew in her throat.

Bookwyrm donated $25: I can spend it how I want. And I want to see her get railed.

BookFortQueen donated $75: Fair. But only after he cums.

“You hear that?” Nightshade teased, one of his hands going to behind Starfish’s head to hold her down a little. “They want to see your stomach swell with a load before we get to fucking~”

Her snout bumped his waist, breathe snorted through her nostrils. She grunted as her hips bucked into the open air.

RoyalMoose donated $100: Think she’ll cum when you do?

“I don’t know,” Nightshade replied, his other hand joining his first in holding her head down as his hips gave a few bucks as well. “Let’s…find…out,” he hissed, and Starfish felt the hot cum travel down his dick, directly to her throat and beyond.

Starfish’s thighs shook. Her pussy fluttered and contracted as a small spray splattered onto the floor.

RoyalSwingers donated $500: Atta girl!

“I think that’s the donation goal for us to fuck as well,” Nightshade teased, slowly drawing his saliva-soaked cock out of her maw.

“Fuck me…” She groaned the moment his cock slipped from her mouth.

Whisper donated $100: Star, turn around and face the camera as he fucks you doggy.

Starfish sat on her ass a moment before turning around and raising her ass enticingly towards Nightshade. “They demanded…”

“And we deliver,” Nightshade agreed, coming up behind his girlfriend and gripping onto her flanks. His cock bounced against her rear, before he used a hand to aim himself properly. The flat head poked into her lips before he held on again and started spreading her slowly.

BookWyrm donated $30: How’s she feel?

Starfish moaned as she slowly took his flare.

“No matter how I stretch her out,” Nightshade said, pausing as the medial ring bumped into her lips. “She always make it just as tight as possible,” he continued, giving her flank a quick swat. “I swear she cheats with magic to take it all too.”

Whisper donated $100: Make her take all of it.

Starfish moaned like a whore as her breasts pressed into the bed and her hands balled into fists, twisting the sheets as well.

Nightshade firmed up his grip on her rear before pulling her back, making their crotches meet with a meaty slap noise.

RoyalSwingers donated $1000: Yeah, fuck her as Shiny’s fucking me. You ever fuck her in the ass Nighty?

“Nah,” Nightshade shook his head as he started setting a hard, slow pace, to make sure she wasn’t hurt by his length. “I don’t think that’s on the incentive list,” he teased, giving Starfish’s tail a quick pull before slapping her flank as well.

“We-we’ll add it!” Starfish gasped out as her knees spread a little more.

BookFortQueen donated $300: Spank her. You know she likes it.

“Of course she does,” Nightshade agreed, holding onto her hips with his left hand while his right slapped her rear once again. “I can feel her tense around me when I do~”

AngyBugGuard donated $50: Don’t get paid much, love seeing a nice bug girl get dicked.

RoyalMoose donated $50: You do too get paid!

“Hmm,” Nightshade teased, running his hand along Starfish’s stomach. “Maybe I should flip her over so you all can see the bulge, hm?”

BookFortQueen donated $200: YES!

Whisper donated $500: Fuck a hybrid into her!

Starfish grunted as she pushed herself up and rolled over onto her back. “G-grab my legs.” She said, her hooves in the air.

Nightshade did that…and then started to push them down towards her. Oh fuck, he was going to mating press her. Her stomach chitin was already bulging from his cock, unless she was using magic to cheat there was no anatomical way it should have fit, the size of the bulge was far too large.

“I mean…” Nightshade mused as his fucking grew faster. “I’m already a hybrid. I’m pretty sure unless I got dad’s virility, she’s not getting eggs.”

RoyalMoose donated $100: Changelings are easy to breed. I would know.

“Harder.” Starfish gasped. “Harder!”

“I’m already going as hard as your chitin will allow,” Nightshade warned. “Any more and you’ll break some-”

There was a woomph! Green fire rippled over the changeling and suddenly Nightshade was fucking Princess Twilight Sparkle. The violet eyes stared half-lidded at the stallion. “Fuck me, Nightshade. Harder.” Her voice dripped lust.

BookFortQueen donated $1000: Fuck that’s so hot! Fuck her! Now!

‘Twilight’ groped her big breasts, squeezing and pressing them together.

And who was Nightshade, who could do nothing but obey his girlfriend? He doubled down on his speed, making the bed shake with every thrust as he pounded her harder than he had yet. If she was willing to take a new form just to experience him at his strongest, then what else could he do but give it to her?

“Fuck me baby…” She moaned out, groping a tit while reaching down to roughly rub her clit. She looked up at the camera. “If… mmmph… anyone wants… We could repeat this in person.” She winked at the cam.

RoyalSwingers donated $2000: Give us your address in a DM and we’ll send you a special letter.

BookFortQueen donated: $1000: Same. But fuck her next to me to compare.

Whisper donated $500: Please! I want to be double-teamed by you two! And BookFortQueens option too!

“Looks like we got plans…” ‘Twilight’ said lustfully, rolling her hips into his thrusts.

“Mmm…next show on the road?” Nightshade mused, his thrusting starting to grow more erratic. He must be getting closer.

“Who wants it first? A show with a special guest.” ‘Twilight’ moaned at the camera.

BookFortQueen donated $1000: Dibs!

RoyalSwingers donated $1000: dibs!

RoyalSwingers donated $500: fuck!

“We’re gonna go fuck a queen.” ‘Twilight’ said, breaking his grip to wrap her legs around his waist tightly.

“You know you’re probably not going to get eggs out of me,” Nightshade warned. “We’ve done this a few times, hybrids like me aren’t very fertile-”

“We can try.” She said huskily. “Pick me up and fuck ‘em into me.” She growled out. “Fuck some foals into Twilight….”

Nightshade used his hands to pick up the currently-a-mare and turned to the side, so that the camera could see her bounce on his crotch as he supported her back. “If you command,” he warned, about the last thing he or the chat would get to say before he felt it starting to happen.

BookWyrm donated $50: Why is this so hot?

BookFortQueen donated $100: Yes! Cum inside!

‘Twilight’ cried out as her pussy contracted and squeezed him. He felt her splatter against his crotch. It wasn’t long before he joined her, his cock pulsing and throbbing inside her warm embrace, her stomach starting to swell as she milked it all and kept it deep inside of her.

Her stomach bulged out further and pressed into his as she finished her swelling. “Oh Fuck! Yes!” She groaned loudly.

RoyalMoose donated $500: I need to find a mare.

AngyBugGuard donated $50: Ditto.

RoyalSwingers donated $500: That was so hot.

Slowly, Nightshade came down from his high and pulled out. There was…something different this time. Her stomach was slightly glowing green. “Um, babe?” he pointed out, rubbing a hand over her belly.

“Oh look.” She beamed. “Turn me around.”

And Nightshade spun her around, pressing her back to his chest. There was another woomph and Starfish was back to herself, only more bloated and with a glowing stomach. “Nice thing about ‘lings, you know when they’re egged.” She stuck her tongue out and winked at the camera.

“So, uh, how many eggs do you think are in there?” Nightshade asked, running his hands over her smooth chitin as his cock bobbed between her legs beneath her.

“One so far.” She glanced over her shoulder.

Whisper donated $500: Congrats!

RoyalSwingers donated $500: I’m so proud!

BookFortQueen donated $250: That was fucking hot!

“So you mean you could hold…more than one?” Nightshade asked.

AngyBugGuard donated $50: Yep.

RoyalMoose donated $200: Normally females can hold up to 5 at a time.

Whisper donated $100: Can you take… another form?

“Which one?” Starfish raised a brow.

Whisper donated $500: Fluttershy…

Fire engulfed the ‘ling and suddenly Nightshade was holding a butter-yellow pegasus, her massive pink mane spilled over his shoulder. Her massive breasts bounced as the change finished.

“Oh baby, you’re so thicc.” ‘Fluttershy’ winked at the camera. “Who wants to see Flutters get fucked like a whore?”

Whisper donated $1000: Fuck me!

BookFortQueen donated $1000: Me!

BookWyrm donated $100: I might have to give a friend a visit soon here! Holy fuck!

‘Flutters’ groped herself, squeezing her massive tits and getting milk to leak out. “Oh, I might have a new favorite…”

Nightshade ran a hand over her still-glowing, still-swollen belly. “Want me to egg you in this form too, babe?” he taunted as his other hand started to aim his cock again.
“Rail me in as many positions as you want.” She moaned, rubbing her fluttering pussy lips.

“We’re probably gonna end up testing that five-egg theory,” he warned, lifting her up enough to where the head started to spread her again, making the bulge of his cock stretching her out again visible once more.

Whisper donated $500: I wish this was me. Fuck her!

‘Flutters’ groaned as her lips spread around his cock. Nightshade used one hand to steady her hips as she sunk down on the shaft while his other hand reached up and groped one of the massive tits.

“This is going to be a long night, huh?” he said for both her and the stream.

Whisper donated $1000: I’ll keeping paying if you keep fucking her.

BookFortQueen donated $2000: So will I.

“You heard ‘em.” ‘Flutters’ said, dipping a hand down to rub her clit. “Have at me big boy…”

It was a long night. Starfish ended up taking half a dozen forms and taunting him with how many eggs she had ‘now’ when each one had run its course during the time they fucked that one silly. Eventually, Nightshade had to end the stream, because Starfish was completely out of it and fucked silly.

“Okay,” he said, still naked as he sat at the computer. “So, Starfish isn’t…coherent anymore, as evidenced by the fact she’s in her base form. So it’s probably time to call it a night. But first, for those of you who want an in-person example, I’m going to set up an auto-responder to those of you who are interested and make a unique donation with the message…hmm. Let’s go with this,” he said, typing the phrase ‘EggTheBug’ into chat. “Type that into your donation that’s greater than fifty dollars for the next ten minutes, and you’ll get an automatic DM with our email address. Send us your address and we’ll plan the next few shows for an in-person audience.”

BookFortQueen donated $100
Whisper donated $200
RoyalSwingers donated $1000

Nightshade chuckled as the DMs went out, each one telling their supporters the email address to send their actual address to. Behind him, Starfish slowly oozed onto the sheets, her head lolled to the side.

“That’s three of you, any more takers?” Nightshade asked as the little digital clock he’d put on the side counted down.

BookWyrm donated $5: Sorry, can’t afford it now. Lol

“Hey, never apologize for it, donations aren’t mandatory, they’re just our way to filter out the rando creeps,” Nightshade chuckled. Three minutes left.

DragonQueen donated $500: You’ve piqued my interest, might take you up on your offer if I see you fuck a dragon on a later stream.

Cinders donated $5: Don’t have much money atm, but ditto what the Queen said.

“Hear that love?” Nightshade called over his shoulder. “You get to try to be a dragon later.”

A hand came up in a thumb’s up. “Neat.” Starfish said before it flopped back onto the bed.

The timer eventually ran out, and Nightshade hummed at the three addresses they now had. “Guess we’re going south first,” he chuckled. “And hey, BookWyrm, don’t worry. If you save up enough, you might have enough by the time next stream rolls around for us to make a visit, which would be a much better investment than just throwing it at us.”

BookWyrm donated $2: You have a point.

“So, we’ll see you all in…” Nightshade looked over his shoulder to judge how composed Starfish was. “Three, four days,” he eventually said. “For our first in-person meeting with one of our fans.”

“Yaaaayyy….” drawled the ‘ling tiredly. Nightshade got up and walked over to the bed, giving Starfish a kiss on the cheek, before a hand came up with a remote and pushed a button, ending the stream.

Twilight Sparkle panted, groaning as she tugged the vibrator out of her lips. The towel under her was soaked. She shuddered as she set the vibe down on another towel. She bit her lip as she rubbed a pair of fingers over her sensitive folds as her free hand clicked through her email. A brow raised as a finger swirled around her clit. She was going to have some visitors in a few days.

“Well this should be fun…”

See-through toy

Author's Note

Warning: Contains Mind-Break.
Kinks: Crystal Pony on Changeling, Ovipositor, Oviposition, Stretching, Mind-Break

See-through toy

Amethyst Rose hummed quietly to herself as she used a spray bottle to mist the flowers in various pots around her shop. Amethyst was a simple pony, a simple crystal pony. Which only made a difference when the Crystal Empire’s Crystal Heart pulsed and turned every pony in the region into soft crystal, at least temporarily. It honestly didn’t affect much, but did tend to brighten the mood of anyone in the city.

On the note of brightening moods, Princess Cadence had signed an order that allowed changelings who had left their hives to settle in the city. Honestly the changeling’s architecture was intriguing. The organic, insectoid spires juxtaposed the ordered, geometric structures of most of the city.

Things hadn’t changed much at all with the influx of ‘lings. Due to the Heart’s very existence, ‘lings didn’t have to drain anyone, or anything, and could basically live like ponies. With the exception of not really requiring to eat.

Amethyst hummed, setting her spray bottle down and screwing her face up in thought. “Do changelings actually need to eat food?” She asked aloud, as the bell above her shop’s door rang.

A semi-familiar form walked in, one of the local ‘lings. Aphid was a sweetie, who always seemed interested in her flowers. It seemed like it was one of his new interests, now that he was allowed to have them. “Good morning Amethyst,” he said with a happy trill in the back of his throat. “Anything new today?”

“Morning Aphid!” Amethyst beamed at the ling. “No, nothing new yet. Should have a new shipment of seeds next week. Apparently a few things are on backorder.” She said, shaking her head, her long, violet mane swaying as she did. She trotted around behind her counter and sat her pink plot onto the floor. “What can I get you today?”

“Aww,” Aphid wilted a little. “Well if you’ve got no new seeds,” he murmured, before looking around the shop. “I think a little plant food to make sure my flowers back home make it through the seed stage,” he continued. “I just like to be well prepared in case something crops up.”

“Well there’s regular peat, or soil, or some more specific stuff over on the wall.” She waved a hoof over to the barrels along the walls. “Oh, in terms of food. Do changelings need to eat anything? Like, have to eat like a pony, or is it a, if you want to, sort of thing?” She asked, tilting her head a little.

“Well,” Aphid hummed a little. “Since coming here, we technically don’t even need to extract love from anyone thanks to all the passive emotion given off by the Heart. So we’re free to try other things.” He twirled a hoof in the air, showing off how the typical holes of his species were slowly starting to close due to constant exposure to the Heart. “It turns out, eating normal food means it gets processed pretty quickly into our goo that we use in a lot of our construction, and it’s more durable as well. We can still taste it, but more often than not only the construction corps need to eat regular food with, well, any regularity.”

“That’s really interesting.” Amethyst blinked. “So what’s the best way for a ‘ling to eat?” She made air quotes with her hooves. “Or is faster better? Both?” She tilted her head curiously.

“Well, typically the scout squads would comb the city first,” he teased, before laughing. “Joking. No, each ‘ling, it turns out, has their own tastes for flavors and styles. But one thing that’s a universal spice to us is food made with love. Food that the chefs put their heart into making. So they try out several places before they find one where the chefs are passionate about their cooking.”

“Oh, sorry, not food food, like your love eating, food… thing… Like, for a normal ‘ling not in the crystal empire, what’s the best or fastest way to get food-slash-love?” She asked, blushing a little in embarrassment. “Should have specified.”

“Ah, well, I’m not nor ever was part of the infiltration corps,” the changeling brushed her off. “So I wouldn’t know. I was kept in the Hive and fed food that they brought back.”

“Uh huh.” She nodded. “Have any guesses?” She tilted her head curiously, again.

“I mean, back in the bad old days,” Aphid mused, “They were full of stories about replacing ponies, sticking them in dream states, harvesting love from both partners,” he shuddered. “Not great stuff,” he summarized. “These days, it’s much better just getting love from the Heart, or from more fulfilling relationships. We used to lose a lot of Infiltrators and Scouts.”

“How much… uhhh…” Her blush doubled, making her pink face bright red. “Ummm… nevermind.” She shook her head quickly.

“No no, go ahead, ask,” the changeling prompted her.

“How much love would you get from… ehm… fucking?” She squeaked out the last word, burying her face in her hooves. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be, it’s a legitimate question,” the changeling chuckled. “Again, not a part of the infiltrators, I wouldn’t know, but apparently it was their favorite method. Though they, uh, took precautions to not leave a hybrid behind so as to not give the game away,” he stipulated. “You know. Making sure they were infertile in their shapeshifted form first.”

Her teal eyes appeared between her hooves and her mane. “Can you f-fuck in your- eh- regular form?”

“Yeah, but for me it’d give the game away no matter what form I took,” Aphid pointed out. “I was kept at the Hive for a reason.”

Her head lifted from her hooves. “Why’s that?”

“I’m a Breeder,” he pointed out. “Basically, I was designed to be able to repopulate an entire Hive on my own if I had to. I deposit loads of eggs wherever I let loose. So I was kept safe in case the Queen ever croaked.”

“So, you got an ovipositor? Like, a big one?” She asked as a spicy scent filled the shop.

“Ohhh yeah,” Aphid nodded. “I mean, I still know the basics, but with me it’s more of finding a fellow ‘ling to put some new eggs in.” He chuckled a little. “Didn’t you think it was odd how we got so many new bugs up here so quickly?” he teased. “All my doing.”

“Can I see it?” She asked, before looking at the door. “Mind locking the door and flipping the sign to closed?” She asked. “If you want to, of course!” She added quickly.

Aphid cocked what would have been an eyebrow, before his horn lit up that familiar green color. The sign flipped over and the lock clicked, before he stood up from resting on his haunches and stretched his hind legs a little. “It’s not going to come out on its own,” he teased.

Amethyst stood up and walked around the counter, before plopping her barrel on the counter. Her hind legs spread and her tail swished to the side.

That merely prompted the bug to walk forward and lick up her inflamed lips, his forked tongue teasing her as it licked up and down, gathering up the dew there and humming at the taste.

“Eep!” She squeaked. “How- How good are you with that tongue?” She asked as her folds fluttered, her clit winking at him.

“I know the basics,” he mused, letting both ends of the tongue tease her inflamed clit after that.

“S-spread the folds, y-you can get at it easier.” She said with a humming whine. Aphid used a touch of his magic to spread her folds a little wider, before sending his tongue into her, teasing and lapping at her inner walls.

“M-mount me.” She moaned, her plot shaking as his attentions.

“I mean,” he said after drawing his tongue back inside his mouth. “It probably won’t be satisfying for you, and-”

She propped herself up before turning around, planting her forehooves on the counter and spreading her hind legs, resting her back against the counter. “Lemme see it.”

Aphid sighed, before sitting his own rear end down and resting on his haunches, before spreading his legs.

The length was long and ridged, but what caught her eye was the starfish-shaped head at the top that seemed to pulse and slightly come apart with every throb, before sealing back up again.

Amethyst’s pussy dripped onto the floor. “Aphid?”

“Yes?” he asked, that same what would have been an eyebrow raised at her.

“Wanna fuck me?” She asked, her hind legs shaking.

“I mean, for me it wouldn’t be that long of a-” he started to point out.

She slid down to the floor, rolled onto her front and propped up her plot into his face. “You, eh, cum fast? How long is your refractory period?”

“It’s more like,” Aphid said as he got up and started to drape himself over her back. “Once I find a hole, it’s not long before I start laying.” Even as he said that, his length started to rub against her lips, the tip pressing against her, asking if she was sure about this.

“So you thrust, then fill my womb with eggs?” She looked up at him.

“Basically, and I haven’t laid yet today,” he warned, that head rubbing against her again. “So you could be stuck for a-”

“Define stuck?” She asked.

“Once my head unfolds and anchors in your womb, there’s no getting out of it until I’m done laying,” he pointed out.

“And how many eggs do you think you have?” She added, her folds fluttering almost enticing the star-shaped head.

“At least fifty,” he promised. “Probably closer to seventy five or eighty.” At her look, he smirked. “What can I say, I’m a productive ‘ling.”

“How small are the eggs?”

“They start out at like, foal-ball size,” the ‘ling instructed. “But when they soak up enough emotions, they start to grow.”

“And do you have to go to multiple ‘lings to dump all of them?” She asked.

“I mean, they usually take a larger form,” he mused, that head still rubbing against her. “If you want to call it off, we can-”

“I want you to pump as many eggs as you can into me, some might have to slip out…” She said, rocking her hips back, her folds kissing his flared head.

“I mean, we might learn how stretchy ponies are,” he teased before finally pushing that star-shaped head into her. The ridges popped in quite deliciously as well, each one signaling how far his length had sunk into her. Sooner or later, it’d reach the end, and then the real fun would begin. She might as well enjoy it while she could.

“Ooooo…. That’s different….” She groaned, spreading her hind legs more. Her tunnel contracted, milking at the organ inside her.

It didn’t take long before the star-shaped head bumped into her depths, before she felt it unfold and anchor deep inside her, somehow with only a slight twinge of pain. It rapidly morphed to pleasure as she could feel the orbs starting to travel up his shaft. She knew what that meant, and where they were going.

“Ah- fuck-” She squirmed a bit as the bulges rolled through her tunnel. “Oh my Celestia…” She contracted quicker, only causing the bulges to fall into her womb faster.

“Mmmph,” Aphid hummed, leaning down and biting the scruff of her neck with his fangs lightly. “I could get used to this,” he teased.

“How am I-mmm-different than a female ‘ling?” Amethyst asked as her pussy drooled around his shaft, dripping onto the floor.

“You’re not constantly adjusting to try and mold yourself to my ovipositor,” he taunted. “You’re just letting me mold you myself~”

“You c-could swell a bit and stuff me completely… stretch me~” She purred.

At that reminder, his shaft thickened inside of her, pushing her walls to the limit, while the stretching of her womb never stopped. “True~” he sang, that ovipositor inside her pulsing with every egg she received.

“M-more!” She gasped as her hips bucked, her tunnel trying to contract but stopped by his girth. “B-bigger!”

“Any more and I might tear something,” he warned, even as the eggs continued to flow.

A wave of light washed through the shop, leaving Amethyst sparkly… and see through.

“A-and now I can take it-AHHH FUCK-” She cried out as she shook and pawed at the floor with her forehooves. Her lustful juices leaked around his ovipositor and splattered onto the floor.

Aphid grew his cock to be a little longer, for one purpose. He thrust a little deeper, unhooking for a moment, before twisting the mare around so they were face-to-face. He pulled back just enough to re-attach himself, and smirked at her, before gesturing with a forehoof down to her stomach.

Now she could see the fucking she was receiving, the eggs jammed up against one another in her depths. The ovipositor thickened a little more even as she watched more eggs fill her up.

“F-fuck- More! Gimme ‘em all!” She spread her hind legs as wide as she could manage as her hips kept shuddering. Her forehooves rubbed over her stomach as it bloated.

“You know,” Aphid mused as more eggs just kept coming. “Us Breeders have a special thing we can do. But I warn you, if I do it to you, you might be ruined for anyone else.” His forked tongue licked his lips as he thought about it.

“What is it?” She looked at him as her lower half continued to shudder.

“Well…we produce a little, special, aphrodisiac as part of our venom,” he informed her. “Highly effective. Highly useful when you’re trying to secure an egg-dump. I could kiss you to let you experience it, but you might get hooked.”

She stared at him. “I don’t want anypony else.”

With that, Aphid leaned down and kissed her on the lips. His tongue invaded her mouth, before it seemed to grow longer and tickled the back of her throat. She could almost taste something sweet and tangy, flowing into her mouth from his own, as the eggs finally started to slow down a little. It tingled and tickled, and she could feel it start to rewire her brain as it took effect.

Her mind grew foggy, not that she minded one bit. She also felt her pussy grow much hotter. She squealed into his lips as she squirted. The drugged venom flowed a little more as the flow of eggs slowed down to just one every few seconds. In a matter of thirty seconds, they finally stopped, her belly bulged obscenely and glowing green as her brain was hardly her own anymore.

She continued to squirm underneath him, her pussy continuously drooling her lust into her tail and onto the floor. Slowly, she could feel his ovipositor fold back up, and he carefully withdrew it, leaving her bulging and oozing a green fluid as his tongue withdrew as well. He left her a panting, soaked mess of a mare on the floor of her own store.

“So,” Aphid hummed as he licked along the side of her neck. “Same time tomorrow?”

“Same time tomorrow…” She groaned out. “D-don’t forget your plant food…”

“I’ll have one of the nymphs come by to take the eggs in the evening,” he promised, giving her stomach a stroke. “They should be ready for the hatchery by then, meaning I can fill you up all over again.”

“Sounds good…” She groaned as she half rolled over. “Can’t wait.”

Two weeks later, Amethyst’s store had to close down. Namely because she had moved into the Hive building that housed Aphid, who did help her reopen it up in his home and run it in the daytime.

She couldn’t stand to be far away from the eggs that he would routinely pump into her, morning, noon, and night. The aphrodisiac might have helped her make this decision. He could certainly hear it in the way she talked now.

“And be sure to take care of those herbs!” Aphid called after the latest customer. The bell over the door chimed as they left, and he sighed before looking under the counter, where Amethyst was suckling on his length. “You’re lucky the counter’s not made of crystal,” he chided her.

The ovipositor popped free. “Yeah, I don’t want to get thrown in a dungeon for indecency.” She said, stroking his length with a hoof.

“I mean, it’s long enough now to where you could just-” Aphid pointed out, his head flexing a little at the thought. “If you wanted eggs now, you could have them,” he teased. “All without having to get out from under the counter.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” The mare said, crawling further under the counter and raising her flank to him.

Aphid stepped forward and speared her cunt with his ovipositor in what had become a well-practiced motion, letting out a sigh as he hooked inside of her. “Best toy ever~” he sang as the egging started to happen again. “Takes all my eggs whenever I need to dump them off, see-through, comes back for more after a regular cleaning…”

“And she can even talk.” She giggled, rocking her flank against him.

“Remind me to give you another dose after this load,” Aphid mused. “The rest of the Hive wants to see how far you can go before it gets harder to come back.”

“You’ll have to take me to the hive to show them then.”

Aphid raised a brow as he looked at the counter, where he knew his mare/toy was milking him of his eggs. “Are you saying one more dose and-” he started to question.

“Yep!”

Aphid licked his lips. Well…he was due to have a live-in egg dump anyways. Checking to make sure there was nobody around, he pulled back enough to get access to Amethyst's mouth and kissed her on the lips, pumping what would be the final dose she needed of his venom into her maw.

Her hips bucked, begging him to swell inside her. The cock stretched her as the dose of both eggs and venom kept coming. A little more of both, and-

Amethyst went limp, slumping and allowing him complete access. The bug drew his tongue back and smirked victoriously, getting himself back in position in front of the counter just as a new customer walked in. “Hello sir!” he greeted the stallion as his cock began filling his new toy with all the eggs he could produce.

It was all she was good for now, after all…

A little more than a sleepover

Author's Note

Anthro, Cougar Milf, Button's gonna get a new Daddy, Kinky Stallions, Implied Pregnancy

A little more than a sleepover

Button Mash was going to have a great day today. It had taken a little arranging, and he would not be surprised if a small miracle had been required that he didn’t know about, but he had managed to get his gaming buddy to come visit, all the way from Manehatten. He was bringing his whole rig, which was portable enough to be moved from one house to another in a backpack, and the two planned for a whole weekend of nothing but gaming, pizza, and sci-fi movies in the background.

Said buddy was known as draftGamer, or to his friends that managed to get his real name out of him and not just his gamertag, Verdant Skies. His fur was rumored to be emerald green, and he said he had a heart as big as his own large self. Button didn’t know what that meant, his buddy never streamed with his camera on. Said he didn’t want people to see his face if he wasn’t playing a ‘rage game’.

Yes, he was a streamer, and Verdant had said he managed to get enough cash together to make the visit worthwhile. Not only in the sense of being able to take the day trip, but in being able to chip in with Button’s planned party. He still planned to stream while he was there, he would just do something multiplayer that would be easier with the both of them in the same room, and thus with less lag.

The colt on the verge of growing into his stallion age couldn’t be more excited to be part of something like one of Verdant’s streams.

The doorbell rang.

“Button, sweetie? Could you get that?” Button heard his mom call out from the kitchen.

“Yeah, mom!” Button called back as he raced downstairs. Something was itching in the back of his head. Something he needed to tell Verdant. As he opened the door, he convinced himself that whatever it was, it probably wasn’t important. “Heeeeeeyyy…..” Button’s jaw dropped as his voice died.

He had to look up to see the young stallion’s face. Verdant was big. The first comparison that came to mind was he was built like Big Mac, but Big Mac wasn’t green and didn’t have wings. Other than that, the mental comparison was pretty apt. He was wearing big, baggy clothing, possibly because they were the only ones that could fit him. But of the stallion’s arms, some of the only exposed bits Button could make out, he could see muscles like steel cables with every flex. Either Verdant took pride in maintaining his physique, or it came to him like that. Button barely managed to get his eyes back on the stallion’s face to see his mane of aquamarine hair. Just after that, the bigger stallion reached a hand up and ruffled Button’s own head. “Hey Button, glad to arrive,” Verdant said in a deep voice. He tucked his wings in at his side and slouched a little to get through the door after his host stepped to one side. “Yeah, most ponies have that reaction,” he commented after seeing Button still staring. “There’s a reason my channel is called draftGaming.”

“Sweet Celestia…” Button blinked. “Which parent was the clydesdale?”

“It runs on my dad’s side of the family, but it skipped him,” the green stallion explained. “It was also like a, vague thing on my mom’s side, but all it seemed to do was make her like six inches taller. But two recessive genes combined, and, well, here I am.”

“Button, you’re letting the cold air in.” Button heard his mom call.

“Shit! Right! Come in!” Button got out of the way so Verdant could come inside. The bigger stallion cleared the door and gently shrugged his backpack off, not dropping it to the ground. It did contain his setup, after all.

“Okay,” Verdant said, stretching a little bit. Not his wings, that wouldn’t be possible except in one of the rooms, but he did stretch his back and touch the ceiling. “So, where am I staying for this little party of yours?”

“Well you can take my room, I have a spot already set up for your rig. I’m gonna sleep in the living room.” Button gestured at the couch in front of the sizable TV. “My room’s upstairs.”

“Is that Verdant?” Button’s mom asked as a mare stepped out of the kitchen. There was something different though. She was naked.

Button blinked at her, his smile slowly fell. ‘Oh right. That.’

“Hi, I’m Cream Heart, Button’s mom.” Cream said with a smile as she walked over and held out her hand. “You can call me Cream.”

Verdant’s eyes bugged for a moment. “Damn Button, you didn’t tell me your mom was smokin’ hot,” he stage-whispered, not taking his eyes off of her for a moment.

“Oh goodness.” Cream giggled, growing a rosy pink blush on her cheeks.

“I am so sorry.” Button said, wincing as he looked up at Verdant. “I’m kinda used to it by now. My mom’s been a nudist for awhile now, I should have asked her to put something on.”

“Hey, I mean, why cover up perfection?” Verdant asked, gently putting his bag down and using his hands to make a vague approximation of Cream’s body. “Honestly, if I’d known I’d be greeted by hot mare, I’d have tried harder to come over sooner.”

“Oh you can come whenever you want.” Cream tittered, then caught herself. “I mean, come over whenever you want.” She coughed into a hand. “I should let you two get settled, do either of you want anything?”

“Dude, you’re awesome, but could you not flirt with my mom?” Button asked with a small frown.

“She started it by walking around naked,” Verdant countered to Button, before turning to Cream. “And thank you for the offer, miss. Button and I have been planning this for a little while, we’re going to order some delivery and game together for my stream tonight. Really, I should be asking you what you’d feel like eating, I’ll be paying for it so as to be a good houseguest.”

“Oh, I’m trying to diet.” She waved away his concerns. “I’ve got my own salads I make.”

“I think we can get a nice big salad delivered, one of the restaurants does one, right Button?” Verdant asked. “I think that was an option at one point.”

“Absolutely, there’s a couple places.” Button nodded.

“You don’t have to do that.” Cream smiled. “It’s fine, really.”

Verdant raised a hand. “Ma’am, I pride myself on trying to be the best pony I can be. Which means being a good guest, which means making sure you have no complaints about me being here. Button and I might have pizza, but I am going to be considerate of your diet and get you a salad.”

“If you insist.” She sighed. “Thank you. But, I have a dishwasher to finish unloading, so you two have fun.” With that, the mare turned and headed back into the kitchen, where she could be seen bending over as she pulled out dishes.

“Dude, your mom is going to kill me tonight with that ass,” Verdant said in a normal tone of voice. “She’ll bend over and I won’t be paying attention to the game anymore.”

“I’m not calling you dad.” Button deadpanned as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Nah, you can call me by my gamertag when we get this whole thing set up,” Verdant teased, picking up his bag again. “So, I know you said something about taking the couch, but as a good guest, I insist that be my spot, so I’m not kicking you out of your bed. That being said, where do you want to set up this party?”

“Well we could use my room, or we could take over the living room.” Button hummed. “Mom, can we take over the living room?”

“Feel free to spread out wherever you two. I just want you two to have fun.” Cream called out from the kitchen, accompanied by the clinking of dishware.

“Cool, as long as you have a big enough table, I can set everything up real fast,” Verdant nodded. “One good thing of having a portable setup is being able to stream from any sufficiently large surface.”

“We could scoot the dining room table over.” Gesturing at the large table in a small room off of the kitchen.

“That’d work,” Verdant said, looking the living room over. Spotting an armchair, he put his bag down next to it, before heading to the dining room.

Then Button got a view as to how strong Verdant must be when he picked the dining room table up gently and waddle-carried it over to sit in front of the armchair he’d picked out for his own use.

“I’m feeling emasculated by my best friend.” Button said flatly.

“Oh hush, sweetie. You’ll get your dad’s genes any day now.” Cream said as she came in and set down a kettle and a couple coffee cups. “I have tea or coffee if you want it.”

“Tea for me, I’m trying to cut down on the amount of coffee I drink,” Verdant requested. After that he started pulling out parts for his streaming setup from his bag, linking cable to port with relative ease.

“Alright, I’ll bring out some tea bags.” Cream smiled and quickly shuffled back to the kitchen.

“Lemme know if you need help with that.” Button offered.

“Actually yeah,” Verdant held up a small cable that dangled from his computer. “Got wired net here? I can use wireless, but I find that using a cable makes for a stable connection.”

“Lemme go dig around. I’m sure we have long enough ethernet cables.” Button replied, before heading upstairs.

“And can I help you with anything?” Cream asked, coming back in with a small plate holding some individual tea bags.

“I mean,” Verdant looked up with a smirk. “You’re raising morale just by being around. As well as other things~” he teased.

“Oh please.” Cream tittered. “You wouldn’t want an old hag like me.”

“You’re hardly a hag,” Verdant scoffed, waving a hand. “You’ve aged, yes, but from juice to a fine, rich wine that simply must be appreciated. Otherwise it’s a crime.”

Cream flushed pink. “Th-thank you. I… haven’t gotten compliments like that lately, sorry, I really don’t know how to respond.”

“Hey, I’m glad to get a response, none of the mares back home seem to think I’m mature enough for them,” Verdant shrugged, turning back to his setup. With a final plug, everything was wired up. “And now all I need is an outlet,” he mused. “Just so I don’t lose battery power halfway through the streaming.”

“Oh, lemme see!” Cream jumped and got on her hands and knees to open a cupboard in the entertainment center below the TV. “I know we had a surge protector in here….”

Verdant’s earlier quip about other things being raised by her presence was certainly ringing true now. He could hardly tear his eyes away from that generous butt. And if her tail were to twitch, he might find it hard to think. He was just grateful he was wearing baggy pants, she wouldn’t be able to tell that he had a reaction.

“No, we need the longer one…” Cream talked to herself, as her tail started to swish back and forth.

Verdant was quite sure that if he got an uninterrupted peek, he would certainly have to think fast. Because he’d be staring for ages.

Then her tail flopped to the side.

Well. Verdant had found heaven. And it was between an older mare’s legs.

“AH ha!” Cream cheered as she shimmied back and shifted to her knees, raising a surge protector power strip. She turned to look at him. “You okay, you’re looking… well, as flushed as me.”

“It’s fine, I’m just going to have to get used to having a sexy naked mare parading around,” Verdant replied on autopilot. Then he blinked, realized what he said, and started mentally cursing himself.

“I’m-” She blinked. “I’m sexy?”

Well, in for a bit. “I mean, motherhood certainly agrees with you,” Verdant took the plunge. “It went to all the right places to emphasize your assets, and you’re not ashamed of your body to have put on a shirt once I arrived. Honestly that kind of confidence is very attractive.”

“To be perfectly honest, I can be a bit of an airhead sometimes. Button normally goes out, because certain ponies don’t like me going around naked.” Cream giggled a little nervously. “I should’ve remembered to at least put an apron on.”

“I’m not sure that would have helped much,” Verdant muttered. He coughed and held up the power cable for his setup. “So. This can reach a little ways away, but I’d still need an outlet…”

“Need an extension cord?” She gestured at an outlet on the wall, just a bit too far for both the cable and strip combo.

“Yeah, I’ll ask Button to find one,” the stallion replied after a moment of thinking about it. “Thank you for finding that cord, miss. It’ll be useful, I’m sure.”

“Of course.” She nodded as Button came downstairs.

“Sorry, Sweetie called, so that sidetracked me.” Button apologized as he trailed a long cord behind him. “Got the cable hooked up to the modem so we just got to hook it up- and you need an extension cord.” The colt sighed as he handed the ethernet cable to Verdant. “This shouldn’t take, like a half-hour.” He rolled his eyes as he went right back upstairs.

“Anything else I can help you with before he gets back.” Cream gestured at the stairs.

“Well I mean, part of me is grateful for my baggy clothing, because trust me, you’re helping a part of me a lot,” Verdant teased the older mare.

Cream flushed yet again. “W-well… want some help with that?”

Verdant’s brain took a moment to take that in. “Button would kill me,” the stallion commented blandly. “Not that I’m saying I don’t appreciate the offer, but your son would pluck my wings and skin me out of sheer rage if I tried that.”

“Y-you have a point.” Cream said, with a small shiver. “I’ll… be right back.” She said as she started upstairs, just as Button came down.

“You okay, mom?” Button asked.

“Fine, sweetie, just… need to grab something.” Cream smiled sweetly.

Button shrugged and held out the coiled up extension cord. “Here.” He paused. “You good, you stare at mom too long?” He snickered.

“Well when she bends over and flicks her tail outta the way, kinda hard not to stare,” Verdant fired back. He took the cords and started running them in a chain to the nearest outlet, before pausing and realizing he’d just admitted to perving on his mom to his face.

“I don’t stare, that’s my mom, but not surprised you do.” Button shrugged.

“I mean, she’s mature, but that just means she has experience,” Verdant countered. After running the chain back to the wall and plugging the ethernet cable in, he held his breath and pushed the button to turn his rig on.

It whirred to life, and Verdant let out the breath he’d been holding. Everything worked just fine.

“Ya know I said not to cheat on my mom, change of plans. Go ham.” Button chuckled. “Haven’t seen mom that flustered in awhile, I just want her to be happy.”

“...I am fairly sure you would be singing a different tune if I had taken your mother up on her offer to ‘help’ me with my reaction to her walking around naked,” Verdant posed.

Surprisingly.

“Hey, so long as I don’t have to see anything, you do you, or her in this case.” Button shrugged again and moved over to flop onto the couch. “Buuuut, having said that, I’m probably going to be walking in on you banging my mom one of these days.”

“Let’s focus on the stream for tonight,” Verdant posed instead. “So I bought you something before I left, it should be arriving in your inbox right about now. Remember the game I’ve been streaming that has multiplayer?”

“Huh?” Button blinked, rolling over to sit up and pull his laptop into his lap. He plopped the laptop in his lap and blinked at the screen. “Huh. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Hey, how else are you going to be my cohost if you can’t play the same game as me?” Verdant teased. “So, we can do this one of two ways. My main can walk one of your characters through the game, or one of my alts can join you on the journey and we’ll both probably die.”

“I’m preferable to the first option.” Button shrugged. “Give it a min to instal.”

“Oh yeah, for sure,” Verdant agreed. “Gonna take me that long to boot up the software as well, not just for the game but for the streaming. Plus I’m gonna need to get your voice in the stream, which will take me a minute to work out.”

“We can just use Discord or something.” Button offered, unraveling his headset.

“That’ll work,” Verdant agreed. “Okay, so...running a few programs at once, everything seems to be good on my end. When you’re ready, boot the game up and give me a call, and we can-”

Verdant’s voice trailed off as Cream re-emerged from upstairs.

“Oh shoot! Sorry! Ignore me!” Cream said, rushing to get to the kitchen.

Verdant blinked a few times, not moving from where he’d seen her come back downstairs. “Button?” he eventually said.

“What?” Button looked towards him.

“I’m not sure I’m going to make it through the stream without busting thanks to your mom,” the stallion solemnly intoned.

“Good luck with that dude.” Button chuckled.

The streaming had gone well. Verdant’s audience had enjoyed him having a co-host for the game, and he was able to walk Button through most of the aspects of it without killing the both of them at the same time. Of course, with two people, the bosses were harder, so they got very close to the end of the game before dying due to the penultimate boss.

Now Verdant was winding down, playing something to take his mind off of what had occurred. It wasn’t a failure, he’d had fun showing Button around the game. And maybe tomorrow they’d focus on leveling up either him or his town so that they might stand a chance again.

Of course, his definition of ‘winding down’ was ‘Hardcore Minecraft’. Because he was crazy and liked living on the edge. “Captain’s log, day seven,” he mock-intoned. “I have acquired enough diamonds for both a pick and enchanting table, gold for boots, and my mineshaft has not encountered any dangerous areas. Now begins the hunt for books.”

“So, did Button end up leaving you alone out here?” Cream announced herself as she leaned against the railing of the stairs. “Though… I did hear him talking to Sweetie.”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” Verdant said, pausing his game and looking back a little bit. “We had fun on stream and now I’m doing something different to calm down from helping him through the tower of doom.”

“Well good, I’m glad you had fun.” The mare smiled at him. “Gonna stay up for long?”

“Yeah, my friends joke that I piss Luna off by going to sleep at midnight and waking up at ten,” Verdant joked.

“I know that feeling.” Cream giggled and came down to sit on the couch, watching his screens. “So what are you working on?”

“Hardcore minecraft, you only get one life,” Verdant explained. “Meaning you have to take everything super careful. Armor, shielding, not going out at night, not going anywhere without a bed, things like that.”

“Oh riiiiight, Button plays that with Sweetie. Though Sweetie usually ends up getting Button killed.” Cream smiled.

“I can believe that,” Verdant chuckled. “Well, I’ve managed to get enough done for a week’s worth of time in the game, I found plenty of iron and diamonds for later. Now it’s time to find some books, but I can worry about that at another time.”

“Got something else on your mind?” The mare asking, tilting her head curiously.

“Nah, it’s just, getting an enchanting setup is hard enough in hard mode, hardcore is just gonna be stressful,” Verdant replied, shutting the game down for the evening. “I need to find forty-five books for the bookcases, plus one more for the enchanter itself, and I still need to find some way to farm XP safely. That promises to be...fun,” the stallion said sarcastically at the end. “I’m gonna need to look up some tutorials online before I tackle the last bit.”

“Sounds stressful.” Cream hummed, getting up and walking over to the soon-to-be-stallion.

“Yeah, one surprise creeper and the whole thing goes up in smoke,” Verdant agreed. He clicked over to something cute to watch before pausing and looking at the approaching mare. “Um, hi?” he questioned. “Can I help you?”

“That’s my question. Can I help you?” The mare asked sultrily.

“This is a sudden change,” Verdant blinked, part of him agreeing with her new tone. “I mean, when I complimented you earlier, you sort of blushed, and now-”

“I’m feeling assertive thanks to your confidence boost.” The mare bent over a bit, emphasizing certain… assets.

“U-uh, well,” Verdant gulped, shifting his legs slightly and therefor making the bulge running down his leg obvious for a split second. “Um. I uh, know that Button, doesn’t mind the idea, as long as he doesn’t have to wat-”

That growing bulge suddenly had a hand on it, slowly rubbing it through his pants. “And Button’s upstairs saying all kinds of naughty things to his marefriend.”

Verdant let out a moan at her touch, before panting. “M-Miss Heart. Wh-where are you taking this?” he had the presence of mind to ask. “Not that I’m...saying no. I just want to know what such a beautiful mare as yourself...wants first.”

“I want this,” she squeezed the still growing bulge, “inside me. And your face in my tits.”

“U-uh, miss Heart, I didn’t bring any...protection,” the stallion explained, spreading his legs a little wider. “I wasn’t expecting…”

Her hand rubbed faster. “Pregnancy isn’t guaranteed, not that I would mind if I was. Pregnant sex is amazing.” She said with a groan as her fingers felt around his flare.

Verdant blinked a few times. “That makes it sound like you’d be keeping me here to experience that, miss Heart,” he explained.

“If you want to, or you could always come visit Button more often.” She winked.

“You make a compelling argument, but is there even room for me here?” Verdant questioned, bucking his hips up into her touch a little bit.

“We have a basement we’re not using~” She sing-songed into his ear as he felt her hand dip into his pants to grip his shaft.

Oh, he was thick. And long. It’d be like shoving a baseball bat inside her if she truly wanted this, except he didn’t narrow anywhere.

“I-I mean, if you want to keep me,” Verdant panted. “I wouldn’t say no to a basement.” He then tried to be a little cheeky. “I also wouldn’t say no to waking up with you~”

“Going to bed in our one beds, only to wake up in each other's.” She hummed, slowly stroking him.

“Something tells me there’s not going to be a whole lot of sleeping done in these beds,” Verdant joked.

“Probably not.” She seemed to think for a moment. “So, gonna leave the lady as the only one naked?”

“...Miss Heart, are you trying to convert me into being a nudist in this house?” Verdant joked, shrugging off his shirt and revealing his upper body to her. “Because if it means being able to walk into a room and get off with your help, I just might.”

“Depends on what you’d want me to do?” She backed up. “Hands, tits, mouth… pussy…” She purred the last word.

“You’re going to make Button a brother very quickly with offers like that,” Verdant warned, starting to unzip his pants.

“I don’t think he’d mind.” Cream giggled, massaging her herself sensually.

Verdant pulled his lower coverings off in one motion, and his cock sprang up to smack into Cream’s belly. It was thick, long, and oozing a faint dollop of pre that smelled of salt and seed. His musk started to seep into the air, not helping the situation any.

“Need momma to help take care of that?” Cream asked, getting on her knees.

“I mean, correct me if I’m wrong, but I think you’re wet enough that we don’t need foreplay,” the stallion countered. “Or have you not been getting wet while you rubbed me?”

“I think you’re the first guy I’ve met that turned down a blowjob.” She responded by getting back up, walking over to the couch, and sitting down. Only for her to spread her legs and snake her hand down to her crotch so she could spread her very wet lips wide with a pair of fingers.

Verdant made sure the table was well out of the way, so that he wouldn’t unplug anything by walking over, before he got up and walked to the couch. Then he surprised Cream by picking her up and hovering her lips over his cocktip with ease.

He felt her shudder. “Goodness, I haven’t been treated like this… ever…” She said, biting back a moan.

Then Verdant lowered her so that his tip slowly spread her tunnel as he plumbed her depths, always looking at her face to see if she was uncomfortable.

The mare’s eyes were closed. Her breaths were slow, even, as if not to give into her need too early. She seemed almost at peace.

Verdant managed to hilt himself inside the mare, just about. He held Cream up by her behind as he waited for her to have some sort of response to the filling she had been given. He wasn’t about to fuck her senseless until she said something about how he was doing things.

“You’re very careful.” She commented with a hum, opening her eyes to meet his. “Trying not to bust already?”

“More like trying not to break you,” the stallion countered. “You might be a mature mare, but I’m aware that I’m a draft pony. I’m pretty sure most mares wouldn’t be able to take me in a few more years.”

“Button’s father was a Clydesdale, he’s gonna grow up big. Don’t hold back on my account.” She said with a half-lidded gaze.

Well.

With permission given, Verdant started treating the mare like a living, breathing fucktoy, lifting her off his cock and slamming her back down, thrusting up with every motion to maximize the filling he was giving to the elderly mare. He didn’t even wait for her to wrap her legs around him, he just went for it.

Cream’s head snapped back as she started to gasp out “Ooo’s,” “Ahh’s” and the occasional “Fuck-” with each thrust.

“You,” Verdant grunted out, “Are so wet and tight. I’m going to fix that second one tonight.”

“G-Good!” Cream managed to gasp out.

“Maybe I’ll stretch out your stomach with a foal...or three...or ten,” Verdant teased, using one hand to rub over the bulge he made in her stomach.

She groaned a giggle. “D-don’t threaten m-me with a g-good time.”

Verdant went back to supporting her with both hands and growled his next statement into her ear. “I’m going to fuck you every day until the foal comes,” he promised. “And then when it’s out of you, we wait as long as the doctor says to be healthy, and then I fuck you twice as hard each day to make up for the waiting.”

“What h-happened to the sh-shy c-colt from a few m-minutes ago?” Cream gasped out, trying to smirk through her lust haze.

“He met a mare that said yes, could take his cock, and wanted more,” the colt answered easily. “And I am nothing if not capable of giving you a good fuck. I hope you don’t plan to walk tomorrow.” With that, he began to use her harder and faster.

Cream went limp, allowing him to just use her. At his direction, her legs were wrapped around his waist, and he brought her head down to trap her lips in a heated kiss. He just stood like that for a moment, the older mare wrapped around him and kissing her, before he broke the kiss and began pistoning her hips up and down more rapidly.

“Going to fill you up,” he warned. “Going to start your new life as a fuck-toy.”

“P-please…” She moaned. “F-fill m-m-me u-up….”

Okay, how far could he push this? Correction, how far had she gone into lust? “What’s your name?” he asked, gauging the waters. “What are you?”

“C-Cream H-Heart… B-but y-you c-can call m-me…” She gasped, trying to think of a name.

“You’re my little pet hole, aren’t you?” Verdant teased. “If I need my cock sheathed somewhere warm, you’re there for me.”

“Y-yesssss….” She groaned.

Then Verdant laid her on the couch and started thrusting into her harder, now that he could use his arms to hold her still instead of support her. “You, and I, are going to have a wonderful time together,” he promised. “Ready to give Button a sibling?”

“YES! PLEASE!” She cried out. Verdant pulled their hips flush, and then she felt it.

A rush of warmth bubbling up deep inside her, not escaping but seeping deeper and deeper the more he flooded her with...his seed, his essence. He was cumming into her deepest reaches, and it was going deeper still. He felt her quiver and shake as she collapsed against him.

“Well, that was good for round one,” Verdant commented idly. “Give me five minutes and I can do you again.”

The mare chuckled. “Good.”

Button yawned as he came downstairs. He paused at the bottom of the stairs. There was his mom and Verdant, both barely covered by a blanket. His mom seemed to be riding the colt. Quite vigorously at that.

He blinked once.

Twice.

“Dammit.” He grumbled before turning around and going right back upstairs.

He needed to bleach his eyes, and his brain.

Finding yourself the center of attention

Author's Note

Kinks: Interspecies, Large Insertion, Threesome, Herm-ling, Oviposition.

Finding yourself the center of attention

“Nighty. Shady. Babe.” Scoots, Scootaloo to most, groaned in exasperation. “My signals aren’t even subtle.” She sat up straight on his couch. “The low-cut top.” She gestured a hand to her black shirt that showed off way more than was probably necessary. “The booty shorts, that you know I hate wearing.” And the hand gestured to said shorts that hugged her thighs. “I’m not even wearing a bra for fucks sake.”

“I, um, still don’t quite know what you want me to do with this information,” Nightshade, the zebra/thestral hybrid said with a gulp. He was trying to focus on his homework, but Scootaloo was making that very difficult. It wasn’t that he didn’t know, it was more that he’d always been taught by his father to get verbal consent first, which is something Scootaloo hadn’t done.

“Night. I want to do terrible things to your body.” She tugged her shirt up and off, letting her breasts bounce once. Twice. “Night. I’m topless. What are you going to do with that information? I know you can make the connection.” She said, lounging back lazily.

The hybrid gulped, doing his best to avert his gaze. “Father always taught me to respect a mare,” he started to say, making Scootaloo more frustrated, before he continued. “And since I’m part-zebra, to always get verbal consent first. He didn’t not educate me Scoots, he just wanted me to be sure first before I unleashed all his lessons on a mare.”

“You got lessons?” Scoots blinked. “Lucky. I got nothing. Then again… orphan.” She shrugged.

“Yeah, well,” Nightshade shrugged as well. “Seeing as how I have a half-sister, the things you’ve heard about zebras are probably true.”

“Oh no, incest between siblings that aren’t actually blood-related, the horror.” Scoots said in mock horror. “Lessons aside, just you here, what do you want to do to these?” Scoots asked, leaning forward and lightly cupping a boob. “And I’m asking you to actually look at them.”

Nightshade gulped, looking down and taking a breath as he composed his answer. “Well,” he started slowly. “Honestly, I’d probably grope the hell out of them…once I ripped your shorts off and started fucking you so hard you couldn’t walk, before making you into a zebra foal factory,” he said, blushing all the while. “But! Dad said to get verbal consent first, so-”

Scoots stood up, undid her shorts and slipped them off. She walked over to the hybrid. “Night. Sweetie. I want to have sex. I want to fuck you, and I want you to fuck me till I can’t think straight. And I’m a tough gal, you don’t have to be gentle. Gentle is Sweetie’s thing. Nightshade, will you fuck me?”

Nightshade stood up and used one hand to bring Scoots closer, wrapping around her back. The other hand cupped her ample rear and squeezed, while his mouth mashed into hers, his long, prehensile tongue invading her maw and wrestling her tongue into submission.

Scoots’s hand dove down his pants and immediately cupped and massaged his balls, teasing- no, demanding his shaft to emerge from its sheath. It wasn’t long before she got her wish, the flap of flesh firming up as something as thick around as her arm started to emerge, the flared head making an entrance into her grip as the rest of it just kept coming out. It could probably fill up her entire puss and then some.

Scoots moaned into his lips as her other hand quickly undid the button on his pants, as the other stroked at the emerging shaft eagerly. His hand that was wrapped around her back came down to his side to help her remove his pants, his legs stepping out of them one after another as she was left with a half-naked zebra kissing and groping her. His shaft was like a pillar of flesh between their bodies, throbbing and leaking all over her chest.

She broke the kiss. “Holy fuck.” She breathed. Only to press against him, the shaft now firmly between her tits. With a lusty chuckle she squeezed the shaft between the pair of orbs. “Ya wanna sit down for this?”

Nightshade peppered some kisses along her cheeks. “Dad always said my first time with any mare should be one where she was on her back, so I could show her the full might of a zebra in rut,” he murmured.

“Weeeellll, since it’s the first time, and it’s what your daddy said…” She stepped back and moved back to lounge on the couch. She slid her clearly dampened panties off and spread her legs. “What do you want, want me to hold my knees? Want to hold my ankles? Want to wedge my knees between you and my shoulders?” She stared at him lustilly.

Nightshade walked over and took up the position between her legs, his cock head slapping into her lips. “How about you just wrap those legs around my waist,” he suggested as he lined himself up and began pushing forward. “And don’t let go?”

Her legs hooked around his waist as instructed, her ankles hooking around each other to hold her in place. A hand spread her lips while the other groped a breast and squeezed. She bit her lip. “I can take it.” He wasn’t sure if she was convincing him, or herself.

Nightshade still thrust forward, but started to slow when he saw a bulge appear in her stomach that resembled the length he was stuffing her with. And he was only about halfway in, the medial ring nowhere near her lips. “We can hold it here-” he started to say.

“N-nah! We’re at least getting half in me. A-all else fails,” She took a shaky breath as her fingers moved to rub her clit. “We open this up and find a dragoness or changeling… Maybe Ocellus would be interested…”

“That’s…kinda how I got a half sibling,” Nightshade chuckled, pushing forward as she instructed. It didn’t take long for his head to batter into a firm barrier, the ring just outside of her lips.

Scoots grunted. “That… m-might be painful. U-uummm, how… How do I feel?” She asked in an awkward whine.

Nightshade leaned forward and cupped Scoot’s tits with a smile. “Well, you’re certainly the most interactive cocksock I’ve had,” he teased. “And you’re probably more durable, all the other little toys I used to get myself off broke.”

“W-what, you cum and they just explode?” She asked, giggling.

“Cracked in half trying to take me,” he agreed, starting to thrust what bit of his length could fit in her. The flared head dragged along her inner walls before it squelched back in.

“Good- Celestia-” She grunted out. “I, on the other hand- Mmmph! Fuck! -was a bitch and only took little things. You’re literally the biggest thing I’ve had in my pussy. Probably ever, unless a dragon and magic gets involved.”

“Like I’d let you out of my grip now,” Nightshade taunted, his thrusts remaining low and slow as he stirred up her insides with every thrust. “Now that I’ve got you, I’m not letting you leave without a nice stomach full of hybrid cum swelling you,” he teased.

“Gonna kiss my womb- Mmm- and pump me full- unf! -then bust the rest all over me…. Then we shower, because I don’t like sticky fur.” Scoots said with a nod, as she chewed on her lip and played with herself.

“Oh no,” Nightshade shook his head before smirking. One hand went to his pants pocket which he pulled up before rooting around and pulling out a small vial. “Little zebra magic,” he said with a wider smirk. “Take this and your insides will be able to…accommodate me. Even if it means popping into your womb, it won’t hurt. Dad made it for me when I became a teen.”

“And it… lasts?” Scoots blinked at it.

“Not this size dose,” he said with a shake of his head. “I’d need to make a larger one, but he taught me how to when he last visited. ‘Just in case’. This one will only last for twelve hours.”

She snatched it out of his hand, popped the cork, and chugged it. She made a face. “Bluh! How fast does-”

On Nightshade’s next thrust, something gave, and he sank even more of his cock into her with ease.

Her stomach bulged out. “Fuck!” She cried out and threw her head back as her legs shook violently. “More!”

Nightshade’s hands stopped molesting her tits, and scooped up her ass and back, hefting her up so her chest was parallel with his. Then he started treating her like a living fuck-toy, bouncing her up and down his cock with reckless abandon, bulging her stomach out with every bounce.

She could only gasp and grunt with every thrust. She linked her hands behind his neck just to hold on.

“Tell me,” he grunted between thrusts, staring her in one eye as their heads rested next to each other. “How much…you want it.”

“I- Ah! Want it! Want your cum! Want to- Nnngh! -get railed like this- Fuck! -just- All the time!” She babbled out. “Just wish… Mmmm- That I could get it- mmmph! -in the ass too…”

“Not at the same time,” Nightshade chuckled. “I don’t have a potion for that.”

“Welll… What if- mmmmph- we open the relationship- Fuck! and get us a harem?” She asked between bounces.

“You have an idea?” Nightshade posed, now using both hands to support, and grope, her ample ass with every bounce, making them come harder and faster.

“Changelings supposedly have both as a standard.” She half blurted, trying to be coherent. “I could see if… Ocellus… would be interested in… something.”

“She doesn’t get your pussy,” Nightshade stipulated, holding Scootaloo down and twisting his cock around with a nice grinding maneuver that stirred up her insides with a few interesting bulges. “That’s mine.”

“She gets my mouth and my ass… in that order.” Scoots pressed her forehead to his shoulder. “And you get her pussy.” Her whole body was shaking. “After- you’re- finished. I’ll- Harder! -t-tell you more- Mmmph! Ideas!”

The bouncing got a little bit harder, more erratic, before Nightshade held her down and moved to kiss her, his tongue wrestling hers again. Then she felt it, his cock twitching and spasming inside of her. She had a moment to process that before a warmth blossomed deep inside of her.

There was no way she wasn’t walking away with a womb full of zeeb/bat spunk if he was pumping it directly there.

Her stomach swelled up, until cum started to squirt out around the shaft buried inside her. That started to make a mess of the couch, until eventually he slowed and stopped in his cumming. After that, he slowly pulled his shaft back, letting her cervix snap back into place when the head withdrew, to keep the majority of his cum locked up inside of her.

“Good… fuck…” She groaned slowly, limply holding onto him.

“So, should I look into brewing a higher dose of that potion?” Nightshade asked cheekily.

“Yes.” She nodded into his shoulder.

“How about I do that,” the hybrid mused, lowering Scootaloo to the couch. “You recover and then see about that third you promised?”

“Sounds great.” Scoots nodded.

“Sooooo… Ocellus… are you seeing anyone?” Scoots asked awkwardly as they sat at a table in the School of Friendship’s library.

Ocellus blinked. “Uuuuh? No? Is this what you wanted to ask? I thought you were with Nightshade.”

“Yes, but, we’re… considering opening the relationship a bit…” Scoots’s face flushed and she had no idea why. “And we were wondering if… you… were interested?”

The blue changeling blushed as well. “Like… a throuple or herd, swarm, thing?”

“Yeah…” Scoots nodded. “And, uh, to be honest, he’s… big… and would be too much for me, but he’s got some zebra family juju stuff…”

“Like…” Ocellus scooted her chair closer to the mare. “Like he’s packing?” She whispered, her face looking rather pink.

“Very!” Scoots hissed. “I’m wearing a fucking loose hoodie because my stomach’s fuckin fat with his load.”

“Hot…” Ocellus gulped. “Uh, would we also do… couple things?”

Scoots shrugged. “I mean, why not?”

“And would there be more… people… involved?”

Scoots shrugged again. “Maybe? Probably? Don’t know. I swear I unleashed a monster and turned Night into a dragon, so, he’ll probably want a whole barn of ladies.”

“Uh huh…” Ocellus said, looking a little far off. She blinked and refocused on Scoots. “You… do know that… changelings have both right?”

“That was… kinda the point… Sorry…” Scoots said slowly.

“Wait, you don’t mind?” Ocellus blinked.

“Huh? No!” Scoots blinked back. “Fuck, mid-fuck I blurted out that he could fuck your pussy while you fuck me with your cock.” And Scoots’s face was a nice shade of red.

Ocellus looked far off again. She gulped audibly. “I’m… clearing my schedule today…”

Nightshade hummed as he heard the door to his dorm open. “The potion’s just about done,” he called over his shoulder to presumably Scootaloo.

“Hey, I brought a friend.” Scoots called out.

“Hi…” Came Ocellus’s voice, awkwardly.

“Hmm…” the hybrid mused as he watched the potion simmer. “You don’t need an adaptability potion, right Ocellus?”

“No.” The changeling shook her head. She seemed to be only wearing a blue hoodie and black sweatpants.

“Oh good, because this is only a large enough dose for Scoots to never need another one,” Nightshade said with a sigh of relief.

“Want to see, ummm, what you’re… ummm… getting?” Ocellus asked shyly, fiddling with her hoodie sleeves.

“Fuck, she’s cute.” Scoots said, hugging the awkward changeling.

“Tell you what,” Nightshade said, pouring the potion into a glass and turning to the pair of mares. “You show me yours…and I’ll show you mine.”

Ocellus shuddered a bit and tugged her hoodie off. Her breasts looked like c-cups, at least Scoots guessed they were. They were a little bigger than hers.

The ‘ling tugged her pants and boxer briefs down. Her pussy looked small and sleek, yet where her clit was supposed to be, was a long, shaft that honestly looked like a dolphin’s. It was girthier at the base then slowly tapered to a pointed tip.

“May I?” Scoots asked.

Ocellus nodded, shivering a little. “Mmhmm.”

Scoots knelt before the ‘ling and lightly stroked the shaft. Ocellus whined as her shaft grew erect. She stroked with one hand, while a pair of fingers slipped into the dampening slit.

Ocellus’s cock bopped Scoot’s nose. “S-sorry! I- Guh!” She gasped as Scoots took the cock and started bobbing her head quickly, humming around the shaft. She pumped her fingers into the ‘ling’s pussy in time with her suckling.

Ocellus’s legs shook and she rested her hands on Scoots’s head.

“Slight break,” Nightshade said, walking over and passing the potion to Scootaloo. “Drink up,” he advised his mare, before turning to Ocellus. “I’m not sure if you got the lowdown from Scoots,” he started, “But before we start, my dad advised me to get verbal consent from any mare I intended to get intimate with, so-”

Ocellus jumped. “Oh! Of course! Umm, I would like to have sex with you and Scootaloo, and do… things. Yeah.” She nodded awkwardly. “Ummm, do you want me to bend over or…”

Scoots proceeded to chug the potion, making another face in the process.

“Here, Scoots, why don’t you bend over and give our little bug your ass,” Nightshade posed, turning Ocellus to face Scoots a little more as he slid up behind the bug. There was the pop of a button and something unzipping. “While I give her what she’s here for directly.”

Scoots walked over to the couch and stripped everything off, only to bend over, her hands planted on the arm of the couch. “He’s claimed my pussy, sorry- Ah!” She yelped as Ocellus’s hand clapped against Scoots’s cheeks. Her ass was suddenly spread and the long shaft squirmed against her asshole. She grunted as the slimy tentacle-like cock wormed deeper into her ass.

“Like that?” Ocellus said hungrily. It was like a switch was suddenly flipped.

“Uh huh-” Scoots grunted as Ocellus started to properly press her waist to Scoots’s backside, her weird cock burying itself deeper.

That was about when the bug felt something broad and thick push up against her own set of lips, Nightshade coming up behind her and starting to make her the filling in a pony sandwich. He’d been right, if she wasn’t able to adapt her insides, it might be hard to take his entire shaft as it just. Kept. Coming.

“Ooooohhhhh Yeeeaaahhhh.” Ocellus groaned, leaning back so her back was against his chest. Her wings buzzed between the pair. “Gimme all of it big boy!”

Even with her adaptable insides, she could see a bulge forming in her stomach as she felt him bottom out in her. “Mmm, it’s a good thing you’re naturally stretchy,” he teased, running a hand over the bulge he was making in her.

“And so is she.” Ocellus said.

“What do you- MEAN?!” Scoots’s reply was interrupted by the fact that Ocellus’s cock swelled. She felt it balloon inside her ass. “Night! Babe! She’s- Fuck! She’s copying you!” She squealed as her legs almost collapsed as her pussy squirted onto the floor.

“Mmm, naughty bug,” Nightshade hummed, nipping at her ear. He pulled back before ramming his cock forward, letting the bulge distort lewdly as he began the chain-fucking of both his new mares. With every thrust he made into Ocellus, it affected how Scoots was fucked as well.

“Always- mmm- the quiet ones.” Ocellus turned her head and kissed his cheek. Her body shifted a bit, her breasts grew. Her thighs and ass got thiccer. “How strong are you sweetheart?”

“Strong enough,” he taunted, grabbing onto her hips. His hips drew back and slammed forward, making that bulge stretch as he hammered home.

And did it again, in a matter of seconds.

And again, not stopping for even a moment, shaking both her and Scoots with his thrusting.

With every thrust, Ocellus thrust into Scoots. She grabbed the mare’s shoulders and tugged her up to press the mare’s wings into the ‘lings tits. Ocellus hooked her arms under Scoots’s shoulders, holding her in place.

The fuck train continued for quite a while, the zebra not stopping or slowing for a moment. If anything, he sped up. If Ocellus was a normal mare, she felt like she would have his cock in her womb.

Nightshade thrust harder, harder, and harder still, ramming the bug into Scoots with every motion. Which only forced the pseudo-Night cock into Scoots just as hard.

Eventually, Nightshade huffed and held himself as deep as he could inside the bug, his cock twitching as he prepared to unload in her. “I want you,” he snorted, “To lay our eggs in her.”

“Gladly!” Ocellus grunted.

“Wha-” Scoots felt the cock shift inside her, before she felt it throb. Bulges rolled down the shaft and into her ass as Nightshade fertilized the bug behind her. The more he pumped into Ocellus, the more slid down that shaft into the pegamare.

Scoots went limp, being held up by the clearly orgasmic changeling. The more bulges that rapidly appeared and vanished inside of Ocellus, the more Scoot’s stomach swelled with ovoid lumps.

“How’s that?” Ocellus asked, once the eggs had finished depositing.

“Mmm…” Nightshade hummed, slowly withdrawing from the bug and walking around to Scoots. He helped her off of the ‘ling’s cock and laid her on the couch, her stomach nearly as big as the rest of her. “You still got plenty of fertilized eggs to lay?” he asked Ocellus without looking at her.

“Nah. Tapped out. You kinda busted all of them, like, including the backup. Might be a bit to get them back.” Ocellus shook her head. “I… really liked it though.” She said, rubbing her arm. It seemed her shyness had returned. “I don’t get a chance to really… lose it.”

“Well,” Nightshade mused, helping Scoots sit up. “Once Scoots is done laying our eggs, why don’t the two of you scope out a few more girls? I’m not adverse to sharing me if you can find ponies or others capable of withstanding me. Just warn me if I need to make the potion for them half an hour ahead of time, okay?” he said. During the talking, he’d walked over to the naked bug and cupped her chin, staring her in the eyes. When he was done, he gently kissed her on the lips, before his prehensile tongue wrestled even her own into submission.

“Mmmph.” She ‘eep’ed a little at the kiss before breaking it. “I think I’ll let Scoots lead.”

“M’alive.” Scoots grumbled.

“You’re not going anywhere until you’re less round,” Nightshade teased.

“Nah, m’ just gonna. Lay here…” She said with a groan. “And wait till my holes… close.”

“How long until she lays?” Nightshade whispered to Ocellus.

“Shouldn’t be more than a few hours. They’re supposed to lay fast. Then they can just sit almost indefinitely, they kinda go into stasis.” Ocellus explained, gathering up her hoodie and pants and starting to put them back on.

Only for Nightshade to pull her into another hug and kiss, his cock still at attention between them as he pressed her against his body. When he broke it, he looked into her eyes with a smirk. “Wanna get some more practice in while she recovers?” he teased, one hand groping her ass.

“Eep! U-uhhh… I-I think I’m good for now.” She said a little weakly.

“Mmm…” Nightshade’s other hand came around and gave her chitin a little slap. “I think you could stand to match your herd-sister in roundness…”

“You made me lay all my eggs. That kinda affects my libido.” She took a step away. “And it just died. -Not that it wasn’t bad! Just… a little burned out…” She explained slowly.

Nightshade blinked, before looking between her and Scootaloo a few times, then at his boner. “Then what am I supposed to do with this?” he asked of nobody in particular.

“Go take a shower?” Ocellus suggested.

“Or wash me.” Scoots offered in deadpan from the couch.

“Scoots, you’re barely hanging on as is,” Nightshade pointed out.

“I think she meant, clean her in the shower, because… lots of sex.” Ocellus tried to help.

“This is Scoots, she could have meant hose me down in cum.” Nightshade argued.

“Very funny.” Scoots grunted. “When I say wash-” She yawned. “I mean washed.”

“Fine,” Nightshade rolled his eyes, walking over to his mare and helping her stand up before he lifted her, bridal-style, and began heading to the bathroom. “Make a list of mares to approach Scoots with,” he advised Ocellus. “It’ll help when she recovers.”

“I’ll do my best.” Ocellus said with a small smile.

Life had taken a turn for the lewd, but it wasn’t something she minded.