Such Lovely Dreams

“Shiny, stop! It’s almost ten in the morning, how are you still hard?”

A knock on the door barely registered in her head. The pink princess lit her horn and felt past the closed door for the courier’s letter, accidentally giving him a little grab on the lap. “Ooh, that must be you, Silver,” she exhaled to herself.

Cadence laughed and let her loving husband pepper her neck with morning kisses, magically summoning the courier’s letter through the large crystal door to her chambers. She gasped as his impossibly still firm, firm enough, cock slipped inside her gooey, sore pussy. She put a ringed finger on his hip behind her and let him slowly churn the load he had dumped inside, trying for a little sibling for their lovely toddler hellion Flurry Heart.

“Oh, it’s from Twilight!”

“I’m trying to fuck you, baby, don’t say my sister’s name,” he laughed in her ear, sighing out and deepening his thrusts at half the pace. She wrapped his hips in her plush thighs, then sighed out and shivered in bliss at his gentle, firm gropes to her full, heavy breasts. His huge, flared head had always hit her g-spot so perfectly.

“Something something… blah blah... “ Cadence’s wings threw pillows off the bed and smacked Shining Armor right in his cute, square jaw. She sat up with a gasp, eyes fluttering as she came, again, tapping a finger on his neck, begging for a break. “Sore, sore sore sore… stop pretty please,” she half lied. She was sore, but she SO could keep going. Shiny would be irritated, but the princess wanted to read her sister’s letter. The stallion flopped off to the side, leaving her to close her aching legs and roll onto her front, fixing her mane with her fingers, smiling at the magically floating scroll. “My assistance? With what?” she read aloud, answering her own question shortly enough. Twilight was wordy, but she didn’t beat around the bush for too long. It did take her a moment to remember what the word austerity meant. “Twilight wants me to raise the moon and watch over Equestria’s dreams?!” This was far from how she expected her lazy sexy Sunday to go.

“Wah wam mat, heer?” Cadence hopped to her hooves and groaned, okay, she might have been more sore than she thought, but she limped to the bathroom anyway, tail soaking up the leaking little swimmers, the ones not attacking her eggs, she hoped.

Candy, Shining’s favorite pet name for her, pressed her heavy breasts into his muscular back, floating the letter in front of the stallion brushing his teeth, her soft, sticky hands stroking the velvety fur of his unwashed body. “Twilight wants me to help her govern Equestria!”

The unicorn spat out and rinsed his mouth, wiping his muzzle as his magic took the parchment. She watched his pretty blue eyes zig and zag across the page, spying the moment when he tried to decipher the little bookworm’s dense lexicon. “This is big of her, you know how she hates asking for help.”

“Runs in the family,” she chided, poking his horn with her own. “It was a year before we asked her to babysit-”

“I know, I know,” he chuckled, hand on her lower back- oh how she loved that, Cadence melted into his side, taking her place under his bully muscular arm, touching his abs, smelling his hot morning body. Mister Captain of the Guard didn’t have his six pack anymore, she pinched his tummy to remind him to stay faithful to that diet. “But you’re in charge of the Crystal Empire, well, we are, does she expect you to drop it all?”

“Read the whole thing, honey,” she sang, giggling as she cupped his chubby cock. She patiently waited, teasing his waning erection, feeling his hot spunk cooling on her fingers, drying and getting tacky. Oh she could just… manipulate this big, floppy, gooey fuckrod all day. She went to her knees and made him groan when her moaning lips slurped his big shaft into her mouth. She dutifully sucked her husband’s glazed cock, throating him as he stiffened up. She put her chin on his juicy balls, gargling as loud as she pleased, squeaking at the feeling of calluses on her horn. She melted and let his fist on her head handle guide her, nails digging into his cute butt.

THIS was how Sunday mornings should be.

***

Twilight looked bad. She was never the sharpest dresser growing up, yet even after an immense improvement thanks to her friends, she looked positively disheveled. There were coffee stains on her blouse, the light pink cotton stretched taught, no, stretched tight over her swollen breasts. “Princess puberty” as Celestia called it had hit Twilight like a train. A foot and a half in height, her hips had exploded out, and she still hadn’t nailed her bra size, the older sister in law could see the distinct line over which her flesh spilled. Her skirt was on backwards, didn’t she know the discreet zipper went on the back, not the front? Cadence’s face brightened only a second after entering the purple princess’ parlor. “Reminds me of when you used to try and dress yourself before we went to the library after school,” were Cadence’s first words to Equestria’s most powerful pony today.

Twilight rubbed her eyes, bags didn’t do them justice, she looked beyond tired. “That bad?” she groaned.

Cadence hugged her sitting ex-foal sitee and stroked her tangled mane. “That bad. Fill me in, princess, is it the tenna… whatever that was?” she said, sitting on the armrest of the high backed velvet chair instead of her own, hoping to comfort her favorite princess.

“Please, Cadence, Twilight is my name, come on!” she giggled. “And no… no, something else. I think. I’ve used lucidity magic and saw no tell-tale apparitions-”

Cadence blinked, perfect eyelashes beating down at the tall mare. “Um, magic, ghost-like imagery, so no, or if it is the Tennabrus, it’s changed somehow.” She gulped hard, magic checking that the doors to the vaulted ceiling parlor were shut. She also magically brought an absurdly massive mug of steaming coffee to her lips, slurping down a gulp. It looked black as tar and just as thick to the pink princess, who prefered milky tea. “This isn’t just a state secret, Cadence, this is a personal one.”

Cadence put out her pinky and gave a winning grin, making Twilight resign a bedraggled smile. The two mares interlocked pinkies, the taller, younger mare got a peck to her head. “You can always trust me,” she whispered, hugging her favorite mare in all of Equestria, rubbing her shoulder. “Anything I can, I’ll do for you.”

With her cheek still on her cranium, Cadence listened to Twilight confess her true trouble. “I keep having rough, brutal sex in my dreams, its-”

Cadence was beet red and ramrod straight, a sweat breaking on her cold skin. “Go on?!” she hissed, knuckles white as she clutched her own playfully professional beige skirt, her wide hips flexing on their own.

Twilight gulped hard. “It’s always someone different. Last night it was a kirin, the night before was a bull, minotaur, actually, all with… um, accurate genitalia. What’s more, they’re all creatures I haven’t specifically met. I’ve met minotaurs and kirin and bulls and donkeys and dragons- haven’t seen their, uh, penises, in person… okay maybe a dragon after changing Spike, and a bull one time, but-”

“Safe. With. Me. Also, hey, princess of love? Remember? I’ve seen a barrel of pickles in my day,” she chuckled, borrowing a nugget of orchard wit from little miss Apple. “How long has this been going on?” Cadence slipped off the chair and used her hands to pour herself a small cup of black coffee, hoping Twilight would believe that bringing the mug to her lips looked like she was drinking the gruel. She sat carefully opposite her sister in law, ladylike, legs together.

Twilight’s ears folded back adorably, a redness on her face. But this was serious, and difficult for her. Cadence leaned forward, ears wide open. “A week, tonight is night number eight, I can’t get Luna or Celestia. The scrolls have been going unanswered, and since they went down to the Azure lands for vacation, they said the magic of the jungle vines would make it difficult, it will be another week before the pegasus couriers could be back, and that’s assuming they’re easy to find, and-”

“And I don’t want you to suffer one more night, Twilight. Is it just you?”

She shook her head. “Applejack told me after the first nightmare, my other friends started to have similar dreams. I fear more ponies might be affected, though, there’s always reason to believe it’s just us- targeted dream attack, weird as that is.”

Cadence tossed her bangs out of her face and rolled her eyes. “Ever been tossed off a balcony? Or had to wash chocolate milk rain out of your hair?”

Twilight sighed and smiled. “Fair point. Weird gets normal after a while. Regardless, it doesn’t seem natural, and with Luna gone, I only have her journal and books to reference. I want you to perform a lucidity spell, walk in my dreams. Even if you see… what might happen.” She stared into her drink, tears in her eyes. “I don’t know how much more I can take. And the others,” she choked up, and that was it. Emergency hug, now! Cadence carefully embraced her little sister, that was what Twilight was, her loving sister. She soaked up her tears with her own sweater, stroking that kind of greasy mane.

Cadence let her sob. It was tough. She knew it must be tough, plenty of filthy stallions had made their passes at her, even if she never gave in. Well she gave in a few times, like Count What’s his Name… and Duke… uh… well names didn’t matter, and besides, they were mediocre. Cadence shoved them and their average skills and pitiful endowments to the back of her mind. “We’ll beat this, together. Just like everything else, you’re not alone, Twilight,” she whispered, and Twilight sat up, sniffing. Cadence offered a box of tissues from the table.

“Thank you, Cadence, you… that means just- thank you. Thank you.” She swallowed hard and sat up, looking not just tired, but… older. Mature. This was Princess Twilight Sparkle, no longer her homely little bookworm anti-socialite who loved hot chocolate and making baking soda volcanoes. Well, maybe she might like those still, she laughed inwardly. “What’s so funny?” Twilight whispered, mopping mascara off the corners of her eyes.

Cadence fell back to her seat. “Remember your hot chocolate mustache? I don’t know why I thought about it.”

“After Shining’s recital?” she giggled.

“He was a prodigy at the flugelhorn, coulda sold records. Then he met me,” she sighed, tossing her hair back in a showy way.

Twilight stood and finished her coffee, mopping her chin dry with her, oh no, expensive looking blouse sleeve, oh girl what are you doing? “May I show you my notes?”

That was her little winner-savior-of-Equestria, she wanted to put a blue ribbon on that little, okay, absolutely terrifyingly long horn. “This is gonna be harder than Algebra one, huh?”

“Afraid so, Candy-Cadence! Cadence, uh,” Twilight turned for the door. “Oh, oops, this one,” she laughed, going to the next corridor. The pink pony princess tugged on her black turtleneck and sighed out, so she had heard them in the closet after the recital after all.

***

The spell was hard, completely different from influencing emotions or levitating a tea cup. It took Cadence an hour to get the concept, another two, with tea and snack breaks, to get it to fire correctly. After a warm hug, she sat in Twilight’s favorite chair as her sister laid in bed, thankfully wearing pajamas that didn’t look like she was going to burst at the seams.

“Sweet dreams, Twilight,” she chirped.

“See you on the other side, I guess,” Twilight sighed, rolling over. “So tired…” Cadence reviewed the notes on the spell, horn glowing along it’s spiral, which Twilight affirmed had happened with Luna’s horn. Twilight, laying half on her back, let out a little chortle of a snore, and it took a palm over her lips to keep her own laughter silent. Cadence sighed, fanned herself, and restarted the ruined spell. Her heart fluttered with excited energy, and it wasn’t until the magic sprouted from her horn did the reality, and fear, begin to set in like a falling brick into mud.

A wavering and bright pink vine traveled into the air and fell upon Twilight’s forehead, above and between her eyes. Her own closed, Cadence began to see a looming midnight blue light.. She stepped, carefully, and saw her own corporeal form move her hoof toward the light. She was on a bridge, or walkway, from the bottom of which seemed to glow the blue light. It grew brighter with every step, and it was her own magic synching with Twilight’s. Blues birthed purples which grew pinker, making her smile. She nearly fell off the sudden edge, so enraptured with the swirling light show. A sharp end marked where the entryway terminated and Twilight’s dream began. She smelled pine needles and fresh rain, and a look back showed just pitch darkness, her own body tethered by the tip of her horn to this dream form. She felt nauseous, seeing herself in her GORGEOUS sweater and skirt, oh so flirty and “go ahead and try to tell me this violates the dress code, teacher” thigh high socks-

“Focus, bitch,” she told herself, thankfully hearing her voice come from her magical lips, and not her more physical ones. With a grin, she took a long step, then shrieked with terror as her heart soared into her throat. She fell into the blinding bright pinkness.

Cadence opened her eyes when the heart lurching stopped, and not a second sooner. Her polished pink hooves were, ugh, dirty. Dirt? It looked real. So did the sun-lit bark on the tall trees. This wasn’t a forest near Canterlot, that much she could tell, though she wondered if Twilight knew the species name. She smirked and made her way forward to look back, seeing a pony sized doorway, her own magic tether going through to the walkway. She unfurled her wings, sure she could fly up there, well forward, it was forward to the door and up to the bridge pier dock thingy, whatever. Cadence tugged at her sweater and found herself not in her styling library outfit but a sharp hiker’s getup. A vest and shirt of bright blue and white respectively, long shorts that hugged her well-earned curves perhaps a bit too tight. She grumbled and fixed her camel toe, blushing a bit, apparently Cadence didn’t hike with panties. This didn’t seem good. She sighed, got her bearings, and followed the only path.

The pink mare chose to be quiet, best not to call out and be found. This was a dream, she told herself internally, frowning as she pulled the nagging stretchy black fabric from her folds again. I’m in power! And… I summon, panties!

Cadence felt along her warm lips to find her coziest panties there between her soft sex and the silky lycra of her pants. She tugged everything into place and ventured on along the conifers, proud of herself for remembering that tidbit, thank you, Equestrian Public School system.

It wasn’t a long hike. Just after her heart and lungs had accepted that it was now exercise time, legs already warmed up, she fell to a silent crouch at the sound of someone moving. A moment of attentiveness told her it was a stream, she already felt a coolness, a welcome break from the baking summer heat. She watched her step and continued along, watching for movement, listening for sounds, sniffing for-

“Oh hello, sir,” her lips moved, her heart speeding up.

It was breeding season for someone, and she gulped, knowing she was going to give a response to that pheromone call any second. Wink went her equine vulva, twitch went her nostrils, “Fuck me” went her soft, full lips. Cadence resolved once again, this was her dream to control, and now, her eyes saw through the endless forest of trees. She had the power! She could do anyone- anything! What the fuck, Twilight, who did you piss off that sent a… hmm… smelled like a cute buck. A smirk on her face and a wetness in those cute panties, Cadence marched on, spying the antlers. “Gotcha,” she exhaled, stalking closer.

That was when she heard her call out. A faint “Cadence! Help me!”

“TWILIGHT!” she roared back, wings unfurling. The princess took to the sky, zipping down on top of the deer.

“Oh…” she exhaled, hooves skidding to a stop. “Hello… sir.” She looked up. This was the biggest deer she had ever seen. He wasn’t like any she’d seen before, deer were svelte, the bulkiest hardly rivaling a good corn-fed earth pony stallion. But him… oh yes, that was a him, hello, huge dick. Swinging far below his hips was a glistening pink head, barely peeking out from a healthy looking hood, less wet, but hardly dry. It lurched, making her take a step back, hands coming to her sides. She gulped hard, nostrils twitching, breath dragging his scent over her sinuses and deep into her lungs. Oh fuck, it was rutting season alright, and her pussy winked hello right back. This was bad. His veins looked like powerful tree roots, ugly, snaking tubes thick as straws making a roadmap along his beefy cock, thicker than her hoof, she was sure of it! His balls were dangling deep, unlike her cute buckfriend back in Olenia. His pair were cute and fluffy, mister here had a ripe looking pair of shiny wet swingers, looking heavy as lead and hanging almost as low as his ugly cock. They, too, had some healthy veins feeding those jewels power. The worst-best was the line of wet, no, sweaty hair along the cleft between his breeding rocks. It dripped, she saw salty sweat fall from the tuft of dark chocolate brown hair. Her eyes dragged up his shaft and found the base of his dick poking out of a thick forest, not a mere bush on him, the same wet dark shade of chocolate. It narrowed into a trail, more of a road, up his belly, firm but healthy, to a set of bulging, fluff covered pectorals, also just- damp! His entire muscular wall of a body was wet with fresh, hot, salty, fragrant sweat! His neck seemed impossibly thick, though it hid under another rich brown fur sweater of fluff, where his face and the length of his arms and legs were that milky lighter mocha brown. Her eyes found his black nose twitching, no doubt drinking her body betraying her with an illicit invitation to breed. His eyes, oh no, they were gorgeous and bright blue green. Her backpedaling ceased when those pretty boy eyes met hers. Sharp, commanding, but bright and sweet, she wanted to see him laugh from the belly at her jokes, to stare fury at her bullies, to read her love letters-

“Who are you?” his bassy- oh fuck- spine-rattlingly deep voice asked.

“Candy?” she squeaked, tail whipping, and suddenly, she remembered Twilight was here. Was she? She didn’t want to leave those pretty green eyes alone, no, she was gonna keep them company with her own gaze, for now, yes, a little longer was fine. “Cadence!” she barked, standing up tall, her own eyes narrowing. A deep breath infected her brain with more of his hot, manly stench, but it also got enough air in her to make her remember- this was HER dream! “Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, and you will leave my little sister alone. Who are YOU?!”

The mean deer stopped his advance when her breasts met his abs, her neck cracked back, his chin on his collarbone in that big bushy fur, her long hair hanging behind her, buffeted by her swishing tail. Those calloused hands, oh they were calloused alright, much more than her hubby’s, gripped her horn. A flash of magic sparked from it, she thought she had the dream tether still, but the view was obscured by his huge wrist. “I was supposed to save this line for the purple one, but, I’m your worst nightmare.”

“That’s what the last one said!” wailed a voice behind her. Cadence’s neck strained. She tried to look back, but was kept in place by the deer’s grip. “Cadence, no!” A blast of violet magic shot out, hitting the deer in the base of his antler. But that gargantuan swept back right antler of his just glowed with the same colored energy, and a blast shot right back. Cadence could hear her little sister scream in agony, but neither her body nor her magic could respond, her spell just shot out of the tip of her horn in a gooey spurt of wet blue ectoplasm that evaporated after hitting his face.

He let it dry and smiled, drool on his sexy lips. “She said there’d be only one, lucky me. You first, Candy,” he growled. “Love the name, by the way,” he added playfully. His antlers glowed bright, deep earthy green, both multi-pointed horns dragged a writhing and sputtering pony in his telekinetic grasp. To her horror, it wasn’t the bombshell Princess Twilight, but the little gifted unicorn, a throwable little eighteen year old nerd.

“NO! You leave her alone!” Cadence cried, but her body wouldn’t respond, that green glow kept her body captive, her muscles couldn’t even flex! She saw Twilight, young and pretty and thin as a rail, her own hiking vest and shirt with a hole scorched at her left shoulder, her sports bra strap was gone. She was kept modest by a single thread. Those little wrists were wrenched above her head, and a tree’s low branch became a hook from which she hung. The bark popped and sloughed off the tree limb, curled and tied into a knot around both her wrists. The spell faded and she was left kicking and screaming, magenta spurts pathetically flying from her horn tip.

Cadence’s eyes were drawn up to his evil face, with his strong jaw and fetching cheekbones and rich, mouthwatering, wink-inducing stench. “Cadence, he’s a bull elk! They’re like deer, just bigger and stronger, with more magic in their antlers!”

“Thanks, teach!” she shot back. “What the fuck do I do to BEAT HIM?!”

That made the elk laugh, his breath was… kinda nice. Not foul like she expected, though not sharply minty or anything. “I was gonna muzzle her, but I want your little purple, what sister? I want her to scream. It’s cute, really.”

Down she went, Cadence’s world spinning as her body was tossed onto something soft. Her limbs responded at last, and as she put her palms out to get up, she realized there was a massive king size bed in the clearing, half shaded with high trees. The air was still, making his musk choking. Now that she could see down past his chest, the mare laid on her side, eyes devouring that veiny, hooded cock, no flare, though his cock head under the silky-skinned tip seemed to flare out like a helmet. Her horn sputtered, no magic, and a look up confirmed the tether was broken. “Stupid spell, anyway.”

“RUN, CADENCE! YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS! THIS IS MY DREAM!”

“No, Twilight,” she shouted back. “I’m the princess of love, you think I can’t take him?” she huffed, shivering, a fresh sweat making her own body glisten. She looked up to see him standing at the base of the bed, slowly cupping his twitching, rising cock, a bead of something white and sticky at the slit that began at the center of that pink head and went below the fucktube. “Oooooh I can take him.” She showed her teeth and snarled. “You might wanna look away, Twilight. Or do you wanna watch though the closet door, again?” Why was she saying this? She didn’t care, her entire body was on fire, hips swishing and flexing on their own. She whimpered, sure she would learn a new definition of sore after him.

“Cadence… no… I’m sorry.”

“We’ll make it through this,” she purred, getting onto her knees, palms touching his sweating abdomen, smiling as that ugly, smelly cock laid on her shoulder.

“I don’t do safe words,” he said, smiling down at her making her neck ache when his fist wrenched her head to the side with a shove on her horn.

She licked her teeth and stared up into his hot, bright eyes. “What’s a safe word?”

That was when steam puffed from his nostrils. She smiled wide, completely taken by surprise when that cock swung to crack her in the temple, making her black out. She came to laying on her side, gasping at the pain in her scalp when her hair, which was in the ponytail she used to wear back in her teen days, was yanked hard. She dug her nails into the beefy bicep holding her aloft, eyes fluttering before focussing on him. She touched a finger to her face and felt the aching fresh bruise, the tip of her finger coming away wet. She stared up into his eyes, tasting the precum his head left when he gave her his cockslap. It was vile. Rich, salty, not even Shining’s three day backup was this thick! She whimpered, clit winking so hard her eyes crossed.

“Open up,” he said, and Cadence obeyed, tongue on her chin, shaking as that tip laid on her cheek. He mopped it in like a short putt, she vacuum sucked his jaw-stretching head, lips pushing back his hood. She’d never seen one just like this. Her eyes closed and clutched his damp brown curls. Her tongue delved behind the helmet, the skin rolling back was snug on his flesh. He had a depository of fresh and old sweat so raw, so ripe it made her salivary glands fire up hard, as if she had just popped a sour candy in her mouth. Her flooding lips splashed around his flesh pole, soaking her shirt in fresh spit. She huffed and held her breath, testing her gag reflex, yep, still worked. She pushed on anyway, coughing, sending a spray of spit out her nostrils, it burned so bad her eyes watered.

She kept going, finding that when she tried to back off, his grip on her horn kept her still. There was a tingling pleasure from her forehead when he put tension on her magical spire that ran right down her spine, making that long tail hike and swish. She snorted a wet breath down through her nostrils and let him claim her throat, more like she went along with his yanking fist. Cadence dipped her shoulders and looked up, cupping her bulging neck, damn proud she could take this monster. Her jaw and lungs were on fire, this was definitely the biggest cock she’d ever throated, maybe even seen! Before she knew it, her nostrils were tickled, then buried, in his lap. She rolled her entire body. Candy tried to exhale to moan, but only coughed more sloppy snotty saliva from her stretched lips. It was impossible to keep her teeth from making contact, but it couldn’t be helped. She slapped his thighs, the universal symbol for mercy, but none came. He just jerked his hips back and yanked her down after, stroking six or so inches raw in her tight throat.

When she was sure she would lose her lunch, he yanked out, making her lurch and cough. A web of slop hung between her pink lips and his juicy, heavy, down-dangling cock, flexing up and belching a thimble of hot precum. She coughed and got a half breath before he used her mouth again. She let out a tiny moan of protest, but mister Elk wasn’t the generous type.

That’s why she squirted.

Cadence’s mare pussy clenched tight, winking hard against her soft panties, and out from her lips poured her wet orgasm. She fell on his cock, shaking, her entire upper body rolling back and forth as he used her sloppy throat. The mare was on the verge of blacking out, but to her astonishment, her lungs just kept burning. She should be out! She should be unconscious! Somehow, she wasn’t, instead doomed to suffer his beefy fuckrod for mintues on end.

Though she wasn’t just his throat toy. The elk yanked free and spanked his ugly dick over her bruised cheek, laughing at how she coughed and gagged, catching her throatslop in two cupped hands. Overflowing, her palms reached out to stroke the base she had left wet, making it drip great, bubbly, snotty stalactites of frothy saliva and precum. Some hit the bed, but most fell to her huge, soft breasts, squeezed in a sports bra under her thin whtie cotton shirt. “Ohfuck,” she rasped, opening to his prodding and taking him whole. Her displaced hands cupped his balls, squeezing firmly, massaging them with more vigor than Shiny liked, but the Elk just moaned out.

She wasn’t sure how long this lip service dragged on, time was funny in dreams, after all. The shade had gone away, the sun was directly overhead, and she baked in it’s glow. She came again and again without more than a gentle caress of her soaked cotton panties. The little mare was almost sad when mister Elk pulled his beefy cock free, those nuts tight to his body. Oh fuck yes! She screamed internally, rasping and gagging and coughing from her empty mouth. A flick of her tongue told her he had given her a few curly hairs in her teeth, coarse and annoying and why was it so hot!?

“Not fucking bad, you got a hell of a sister, purple one!” he snarled, laughing, tugging on his big fuckstick, engorged along it’s belly like a bloated whale. Cadence didn’t know she had hearts in her eyes, but she did know her throat was open to him, heaving and smiling and tongue out like a red carpet.

Her magic reached out, working now thanks to some mysterious rules she didn’t care to understand. Three slimy blue hands, hot and dripping magical lubricant, molested his snug sack, squeezing and juggling those tight balls. “Fucking give it to me!” she screamed from her raw throat. With glee, she saw the slime dripping from his tip thicken up, the underbarrel flexed, he let out a choked groan. It was all the warning she needed. Cadence sat up, his hand on her horn with a grip that was painfully tight. His first wad of disgustingly thick sperm slapped her across her muzzle, plenty of swimmers wiggling their way up her sinuses. She sneezed immediately, her eyes catching his next rope, thick as a broomstick. Candy sat still and took her punishing gift, a wash of white-yellow dicksnot, heavy and pressurized liquid lead that hurt it hit so hard, splattering where it hit. She took it, smiling and shrieking with glee.

He was done after an eternity, draining his balls all over her face. Cadence fell onto her back and panted, blind, her chest and belly getting the aftersplurts. “Fuck… oh fuck!” she shivered, fingers milking her pussy through her shorts and her panties, attacking her eager winking button, dragging orgasm number who knew how many out of her already achingly tired lips. But instead of post-squirt lethargy, her thundering heart and foggy head felt energized! She mopped his salty load off of her right eye, sampled it, coughed at the rich flavor, oh he needed pineapple, yessir. She chewed, needed to, and gulped before she could think to show off her full mouth. Cadence showed an empty maw on reflex, panting mouth beaming, unaware of the trio of curly brown hairs dotting her smile.

“Never came from a blowjob before,” he panted, thick, strong fingers peeling off her soft black pants.

“Gimme your number later,” she giggled, stroking her glistening inner thighs, her fuckme button jumping out to say hello. Cadence wiggled and bunched up some blankets under her head to watch him line up that telephone pole with her little pussy.

He laid his drooly tip on her entrance, ooooooh this was gonna hurt. “What number?” he asked. “What are you talking about?” She gasped as his hood was rolled back by her snug pussy. Oooooh that stung! She hissed and threw her head back, snorting more sperm into her nose on accident. Cadence coughed as he speared her pussy slowly, meeting her womb just after that raw head was inside. She glimpsed something purple behind her and closed her eyes, Twilight wasn’t important, she would get a chance to talk this over later-

The little pink princess was sure her womb was going to be shoved through her diaphragm. The shaking little fucktoy giggled as she felt his spit-soaked pubes mush against her thighs. “Ooooooh don’t worry, aaah oh fuck!” she whined. There was pain, discomfort, her entire body was being remodeled around him. She put her hooves on his belly, thighs pushing in a futile attempt to give her a chance to stretch around his fat dick and acclimate. She got no mercy. He began a slow push, making her spine arch, her breath pushed from her body, her guts were getting rearranged around his breeding shaft. Then he pulled back, slick as oil, she was panting at his slow, deep rhythm. Every inch was used, pulled to the entrance and injected back inside. In, out, not a chance to get used to it. Her tongue hung out of her mouth as she laid her head on the sheets, looking back despite herself. She saw her darling little Twilight- she would have had it worse, fifty pounds lighter, narrow hips had no chance. She smiled, giggling at her crying sister, eyes fluttering as her cunt stretched inward around his invading, conquering cock.

Her ass left the bed, her shirt pushed over her big, soft tits, bra as well. Out flopped her huge breasts, mauled by his sloppy hands, a crushing force that almost made her forget her pussy was being stretched to capacity and then some. She tried to stand, shoving her hooves on his chest, scooting back a bit. Then his huge fists came to her wide hips and CRASHED her down with a painful push! She shrieked in agony, then wailed as she squirted, splashing his chest. She just didn’t seem to empty!

Cadence’s hooves laid on his big chest now, she would be curling them behind Shiny’s neck at this position, normally. She cupped her tummy, eyes stinging when gooey spunk dripped into them, but she wanted to see what she was feeling. “Holy shit!” she breathed, shaking, her belly button was standing on the top of a tent! Her tummy was showing his long cock, pushing deeper than she’d ever felt! Was this a dream, could her body REALLY do this?! She felt her tongue dangle out of her lips and flop as he bucked balls deep, two inches and fast as a machine gun. The stupid elk was making her ass clap on his lap with a noisy wet percussion. She arched her back and let out a scream of glee, sucking tiny, short breaths, wailing as she just couldn’t stop cumming! Her belly muscles stopped working, her core was watery and she felt her breath slow to a tiny crawl, making her vision fade at the edges. She was suffocating all over again, cumming constantly and going out like a light in seconds.

Cadence came to when a heat flushed deep, deep inside. She was sure he was pouring raw, hot cream into her womb, her little babybag filling with his huge ropes of ballsnot. She snarled, one eye looking up, grinning a haughty, evil sneer at him. “Fuck you!” she hissed, giggling like a kitten. Her back twisted, his chest soaked in another squirting orgasm, she was bottomless, so was he, she just knew. She just KNEW!

Though it was a dream, she remembered, hugging his big body as he laid on her, she didn’t want any more. She was sated, she was smiling, suffocating this time in his rich fluffy fur around his neck. “Oh fuck yes,” she panted, biting his neck through the smelly fur up to her horn. He laughed on top of her, a feeling of pride and deep, soul-filling happiness flushed through her. She made him happy, she milked his big, evil, bad-guy dick, she felt like she had tamed the beast. She wanted this- every day, never wake up, Twilight!

He panted and held her, fingers caressing her sides. At last he sat up on his elbows and surveyed her soaked body, more his sweat than any other wetness, though plenty of squirt, cum, and her own perspiration had soaked through her coat and clothes. “Satisfied, big boy?” she squeaked, throat raw. Her horn flashed, tugging her top off completely to make a better crumpled cloth pillow.

He stood on his knees and drew his hips back, the helmet wrenching her sore lips open, letting her gaped pussy oooooze raw nut-sludge. “Ah… could probably go another round after a bit,” he huffed. “Never came twice in the same day, before. Think she wants some?”

“Who?” Cadence craned her neck and looked at who he was nodding at with those big antlers. “Twilight! Are you okay?!” She rolled onto her side below him and hissed, her entire body was hot, sticky,and sore, but her cunt was just- numb. She panted and laid on her side, magic uncurling that tree branch with ease. Twilight dropped to the forest floor and sat on the pine needles, rubbing her surely sore shoulders.

“I’m alright,” she whispered. “Are you?”

“Oh I’m great,” Cadence sighed, giggling, stroking mister Elk’s thick forearm as he stood on his hands and knees over her. “Juuuust fine, Twi. So you’ve met him?” she asked, grunting to sit up and caress his long antlers. He dipped his head, then laid beside her, bed creaking under his incredible weight. She let herself be little spoon in his warm embrace, smooching his chin behind her.

The smaller mare shook her head, curling her knees to her tiny chest.

“He’s not so bad, are you, mister Elk?”

“It’s Tula,” he whispered back, biting her ear, making her giggle. “And I’m not bad at all, I was just following orders. Besides, it’s breeding season, I figured you both wanted this.”

“Orders?” Twilight perked, not leaving her perch on the roots of the tree against which she leaned. “Whose orders?”

The elk let out a little burp, making Cadence giggle, fishing his limp, thick, hot dick through her milky thighs, keeping him nice and warm. “I don’t know. I fell asleep in the longhouse, like usual. When I woke up, well, I guess when my dream started,” he took a deep inhale and sighed. “Someone told me to come to the clearing and ‘do my natural duty’. She had this voice, it just…” His antlers glowed and pulled what looked like a mug made of wood, large enough to hold a gallon. He drank deep, spilling some cool water down his chin and into his saturated neck fur. “Sounded… commanding. I,” he yawned and laid back, hand around Cadence’s swollen tummy. “I never saw her. She spoke to me, it was dark, like my eyes were still closed. Then I opened them and I was in the forest by the stream, you two were here when I crossed it.” He closed his eyes and nuzzled into the back of Cadence’s soft, fragrant, and somewhat sweaty hair. The shadows were growing again in the opposite direction, and Cadence was glad to have a reprieve from the heat, though he was quite the space heater behind her. She stroked his thick arm and got cozy, looking up to Twilight, still in her little ball.

“And you don’t know any more?” Twilight said, voice flat, desperate to find out more, thoroughly uncomfortable. She regretted going so far right in front of Twilight like that, it was so awkward, but it was also the best sex she’d had in a while. Perhaps ever!

He yawned and put a hand on her breast, making her squeak, hand on the back of his as his fingers lazily fell into her bust. “No, but she did speak slow, like she was very proud of herself, maybe thought me and my kind are all idiots” he sighed again, speech slowing. Cadence knew he was spent and just wanted to hear him snore, he was so cute, smelled so ripe, she trembled she was so happy. But a glance to Twilight standing reminded her that she was on a mission.

“Don’t fall asleep, we’re not done asking you questions,” but it was no use. She used her magic and her muscles to shove his hand off her. The elk simply laid on his back, and sure as anything, began to snore. “Dammit. What do you think, Twilight? Think you’ll have these dreams again?”

The smaller mare sat on the earth beside the bed, avoiding the sloppy and depraved sight, her cute little muzzle twitching, tail flicking. She was a mare, just like any other, and if her nervous mind might not like it, she was in heat just like Cadence from the stench of him. She plucked hairs from her teeth as Twilight rubbed the back of her neck. “I don’t know. Perhaps breaking the cycle was enough. Perhaps…”

“Perhaps no-” Cadence coughed and out of her throat came a salty mouthful of raw spunk. She spat it out on the bed and leaned on her new friend, stroking his antlers.

“I need some water, too,” she yawned, wincing as she climbed off the foot of the bed, her hooves wouldn’t stop shaking, her legs refused to close, and from her open pussy lips fell a slimy waterfall of molten plastic thick yellow-white cum.

The newly-teenage Twilight helped Cadence with magic alone, clearly squeamish about touching her, understandably so. “But if he was possessed, or altered, or something, it was over when he… finished.”

“How he finished!” Cadence sighed, licking her teeth, coughing again as she touched his huge split hoof. “B-but yeah! It definitely was. Whatever was affecting him, I think it ran its course. Do you think we beat it, Twilight? Is that the end of this?”

The little teen shook her head, coming to stand with Cadence, looking over the nude buck, bull, whatever. Cadence saw her cupping her little lips through her shorts. “I hope so. He was the biggest. Something tells me we haven’t seen the last of him. Let’s get out of here.”

“Of course,” Cadence said, opening her arms for a hug, blushing and lowering her hands when she realized she was wearing more cum than Shiny could pump in a month. “Right. Safe with me, remember.”

Twilight smiled and rolled her eyes. “Just get us home, Candy.” The pink princess giggled and closed her eyes, horn reaching out, finding the tether dangling like a cut rope. She latched on with the same spell, it was a short walk back to the door.

Cadence gasped as she woke, sniffing and frowning. A touch to her lap showed that she had squirted hard, surely more than once. Twilight lifted her covers and immediately put them down. “Looks like it’s laundry day,” Cadence said, shaking her head, making her incredibly sexy sister giggle. “Feel any rested?”

Twilight frowned and shook her head no. “Still tired. Maybe laundry can wait a bit. How did you learn to do that? And are you okay with, was, was that cheating? Technically?”

“It wasn’t all in the closet, I can tell you that,” Cadence giggled, stretching her hands out far above and behind her, feeling her bra squeeze tight against her heavy chest. “And yes, Twilight, that mister elk seemed sweet. I’m sure where he’s from, that sorta sex is a lot less, ya know, taboo. He was just catching a body in the rye, if you’re into poetry.”

Twilight scoffed. “Wow, Cloper Burns, or were you quoting the novel?”

“Poem, believe it or not,” she winked. “What? I read books, too, nerd. Anyway, I’ve had my share of flings. I love Shining, but he wasn’t my first, Twilight. Since we’ve been married,” she sighed, looking away and trailing off. “I suppose I haven’t been completely faithful. It’s sort of a ‘I won’t ask if you don’t’ thing we have. You should hear some of the things he brags about after a few cocktails. Well, maybe you shouldn’t,” she chuckled, sad she didn’t have a stiff drink… and a cigarette after THAT! Candy shifted in her seat, she was sore, but not really, she could still feel that bull elk punishing her guts with none of the pain. She wanted to get home to her husband, and fast. A glimpse of Twilight and her little matchmaker in her was alarming.

Cadence closed her eyes and envisioned her bedroom, her nightstand drawer. A cute little similarly shaped toy showed itself in her memory, those exotic fantasy creatures called humans with mostly hairless bodies and sexy, floppy shafts. It teleported to her hands, and from her palm, Cadence tossed it on the bed. “Try this. I think you could use a good orgasm, Twilight. Trust me, I know a thing or two.” She stood and winked, blowing a kiss to her little sister in law, then strode out of the young princess’ bedroom.

“Cadence, what the fuck?!” She ignored it, simply waving goodbye without a look back. She strutted out and fixed her bunched up, soaked panties.

In the main hall, she found the stallion guard on duty, quickly shuffling to attention. “Don’t tell a soul anything you might have heard,” she whispered in his ear, leaving him with a lick on the cheek and a swat of her long, fragrant tail over his face. She strutted off, feeling more sexually satisfied than she had in quite some time.

That night, she milked Shining Armor until he couldn’t cum anymore.