'Gray the Necromancer - The beginning'

Written by: Black--Soul

Chapter 7 - The wrath & needs of mares

Gabriel was pretty pissed right now. He was in the middle of pleasure his future mate, when this bulky unicorn smashed into him. He sported now a very fine cut below his right armpit. That fucker could have literally impaled him.

Further did he smash the foodpile he collected for hours on end, with his fat ass. Or more like his back, the buffed up unicorn stallion was coated in fruit and berry juice and fruit flesh remains.
Grabbing this living siege weapon of a running quadrapet didn't work because he couldn't get enough skin to coat resistance do to the now wet and slimy furry coat.

Worse, he couldn't try to punch him out of fear that he hit one of the huge eyes. Why would ponys have evolved huge eyeballs in the first place?! Its literally one huge critical area leading directly to the brain. Kicking him didn't stick as a alternative since his coat was slippery as hell do to this horny bastard being practicaly bathed in food stuff.

But the worst of all. His opponent had no problems, at - all. He charges him with his pointy horn, if missing this mad lad keeps himself save from a flanking attack do to him shooting fucking laser or plasma balls towards his newest favorit target practice on legs with a large frame. Being a lot bigger than ponys really made him a good target, he cursed.

What ever mister glowing horn was shooting, his firework like stuff blinded his opponent every singel time. The twilight really messed with human eyes trying to adjust. It really handicapped
him a lot with seemingly no significant effort on his opponents part. The one time the spearheaded asshole actually manage to hit his rival was like getting a fucking taser to the nuts. At least the adneraline booster the gray human got out of it, stopped his body to go into a muscle lockdown.

Gabriel rather don't experience his battys needy cuddlebuddys buck to the head moment he observed when his cyan pegasus cuddlebuddy absolutly mule kicked that batwing mare into lala- land for some mandatory Zzzz's.

That horny stallion literally was cockblocking that human gray skinny ass the worst way anyone ever did.

Faithful Wings was about to bring down the thunder. Her father interrupted the antic and sacred tradition of claiming between a newly formed herd stallion and his head mare.

She and others cut him a lot of slack for the horseapples he pulled, but that is a new low.
He didn't raise other foals as long he was trying to get another foal on his own? Fine.

He didn't exercise alongside the other stallions, since his physical body was for sturdyness rather than speed and endurance? Fine.

He didn't help dismanteling the tents and reassambling it on a new location, help washing and preparing the food, clean other community members durring coat cleaning sessions, bring out the food remain out the tent after eating, don't had the dicency to go out of the tent in winter if he had to fart, learn other language to help trading or...

Actually her father was a pretty fucking lazy pony. If it wasn't for him being a stallion, he probably get expelled for his doing nothing, but rutting her mother, making potions from all sorts of materials and complain about why their community don't trade for more mercenary soldiers rather than jack of all trades mares.

What ever, he overstepped tonight.
He - ruined - her - Honeymoon!

Pinkie Pie feel a doozy coming on. Somepony really bucked up and was about to get his horseapples about to get bucked out.

Faithful Wings mother watched this incoming urinshower come about down. Her daughter was fuming for good reason. Her lover and herd stallion was assaulted in the middle of there sacred union.
If she didn't actually was about to enjoy her lazy stud to get his horseapples about to get bucked out of him by his understandable absolutly livid daughter, than she would have to do it herself. Instead...
She really could go for a basket of corn for the coming buckfest to get unleashed.
This was going to be entertaining!

Behind her came one of the herd leaders and offered a bet. So far the Thestral mares give him at best chance a verbal beating from her daughter until he run with tucked in tail between his meaty hm...
Juicy legs...
and getting absolutly destroyed in a hoof to hoof melee in less than two minutes.
She herself give him not more than one minute tops. She smirked to herself.

Starlight Glimmer come slowly to herself. In her dizzy state she murmured something about "Get rekt."
Before complaining about her head being used to split diamonds in half. To Double the Diamonds.

Quick Shots danger sence kicked in. He guessed he overstayed his opponents tolerance for getting used as training dummy so he would end the match, by walking away in a posing strutt.

But he feeled like death itself was stomping in slow controlled steps towards him.
After the expression the predator had on him...
Was that actually pity in his predatory eyes...?!

The Thestrals enjoyed quite the show. The newest herd mare of the unique predator and prey union was laying verbaly into her hunk of a father, said absolutly meaty sugar lick was cowering like a foal infront of a timberwolf.

Some of them learned new creative swear phrases and one of them actually would ask head mare Faithful Wings what a Octopus was, that she would get his rosebutt violated.

Gabriel wondered if ponys really could be put in the specification of prey. Because his cyan lover was a fucking beast in cowering him like a lion would a mouse.
Her silk smooth wings were extended and looked almost sharper in the feathers, as if the become boneknifes ready to tear that hornys bulky ass in two.

He kinda expected a Doomguy vs demon kind of brutality to finish him off.
When he literally got picked off like a kitten with the scruff of his neck by her mother. Set against the tents directions aaannnddd...
Got bucked so hard in his butt, that Gabriel watching could feel his bruise up in sympathy. That or he landed on his ass to hard jumping over the charging unicorn.

Some earthpony mares were very pleased with themself predicting this outcome.
Many Thestrals just groned about missing a great hoof to face smackdown.

Faithful Wings mother really dreaded to see her stallion unable to buck her for the coming weeks. She would really miss for the time he needed to recover from that impressiv buck to the rump, until the time her stud would fill her snatch with his juicy goodness.
He might have no stamina to hoof, but daaamn did he put out... Especially since she would get it out by other mares savering his seed out of her marehood. Hmmm, Thestral oral was the best~♡

Pinkie Pie was about to turn around and headbutt sence into the needy stallion repeatingly nipping her Cutie Mark, when something bounced of there tent.

This Faust blessed her, got the stallion to investigate outside. At least she had time to relax and take care of Starlight coming back to reality.

Starlight Glimmer was in a bad mood. Her head was killing her, her bladder needed emptying and she was hungry enough to eat sugar treats out of 'Our Towns' own bakery before Twilight's cursed table sence the partycrashing six mares and dragon hatchling to her.

If she survived this headache than she would totaly get laid somehow to take the edge of. Even if she had to foalnaping a stallion, glue or bond him to a tree and do the bucking all on her own.
She had not been layed since Twilight clamjam Sparkle crystal map had lead her nemesis towards her and undid her stallion only village...
Even reduced to one shot wonders with a 'wääm baam thank you maam attitude' did she get her tits rocked up when the hole population gangbanged her in the middle of the village.
Good times... Good times...

Pinkie Pie had a itch in her left rump cheek and a love wink. That combination meant somecreature nearby planned for some juicy fun.
Having heard some lucky mare getting railed like Bon-Bon on taco tuesday by the dedicated fillyfooler Lyra Heartstring, exception on taco tuesday were stallions don't count. Lyra was a good mare-is pony...

Anyway... She forget her line of tought, when Glimmglamm tried to stand up and toppeld over.
This was going to be a looong night.

The Author shuffeld trough his notes and wondered if the commotion should have bring a hord of Blood Bunnys to there campsite audible for commotion, just to realise that Faithful Wings verbal assault probably could have scared Sombra back into his ice cage prison... or flee the continental plate.

Somewere in this MLP universe did Murphy take notes to kick some ass later... challenges could not get unanswered to often.

Faithful Wings was done. She was physicaly and mentaly exhausted. Her verbal and shortly after physical complaint, now marking her father with her hoofprints on his rump, drained any lust or aggression out of her.
She walked over to her gray stallion take one of his dull clawed talons in one wing gently and lead him into the tent of her parents.
Since her father smashed HER HERDS foodpile, could he compensate them for the next days by sleeping outside.

The ponys parted before Faithful Wings herd like Seaponys would a river or the sea. After that display, her predator would have to be suicidel to do anything to aggrovate his head mare.

Pinkie helped Starlight out the tent, releave her bladder and conjured some of her emergancy cupcakes out of her pinkie zone.

Starlight Glimmer was to fucking hurt and horny to care how Pinkie Pie just pulled oven fresh cupcakes out of her mane. At this point, she just wanted peace and quiet.

When the elders had a last meeting before going to there tents to sleep and welcome come tomorrow the newest head mare into there leading structure did everyone agree on five thing:

• One, noone would mess with her stallion if he behaved himself. Better save than sorry with hooves shaped rump indents.

• Two, that predatory stallion had absolutly the most impressive stamina they ever witness on a stallion and would vote for a open herd stallion renting out service for benefits or trading goods. After all, mares had needs and there new herd would need there own tent, winter supplys and offical herd name.

• Three, the next time they would walk troughout marked trading areas would they have to pull out a cooperative financed gift for the newly formed unique herd. Perhaps wingoil for Faithful Wings and some Abesinian clothing for the gray predator stallion. If he really had no sheat than all mares would be to distracted not to enjoy the eye candy all day/twilight/night to do there dutys and clop themself silly. That juicy hunk of meat was quite the focus holder~♡

• Fourth, they needed to buy dried meat from the Griffon's and the knowledge how to prepare it. Since they had a predator in there community they better learn to fully fill out that studs diatary need since they plan on letting him in return fill out there singel mares needs. With seven stallion and over ninety mares that need the occational cog web removal they better prepare them. Losing stallions to overeager Snu-Snu again was unacceptable, they had no longer any to spare.

• Five, if they could somehow convince his pack to join... hm... all mares in the meeting tent collectively vibrated in anticipation~♡

Author's Note

I accidently published the Chapter 9 rough sketch. The 'Edit chapter' and 'publish chapter' buttons are without space next to eatch other

Since a reader pm me that it was the most brutal blueballing to have unpublished the chapter i release chapter 7 now as little appology.

It is now finally mostly fixed.

Stay snuggly

Edited the last time at the:
29.01.2024