Saturday, June 20th, 909 AB (Approx. 30 hours later)
Four in the morning

Today is going to fucking suck sweaty donkey balls.

It’s not often that Cure’s first thoughts upon waking are so negative, but he feels justified as his bedroom door cracks open.

“Go ‘way!” The grumble from Rising doesn’t dissuade the intruder in the least, despite the mumbled round of agreements voiced and grunted out by all of the other foals.

The colt hadn’t been terribly successful at getting real sleep the night before. That’s not a surprise given the significance of the date, the presence of his newborn siblings, as well as the agenda for the next eighteen hours. A few brief minutes of drifting into slumber, only to snap back to wakefulness at the encroaching nightmares would make for a long night for anypony. Anyone.

He reluctantly lifts his head off of Glacial’s back, looking over at the cribs; one with Savvy and the other with his twin siblings, all three snoozing away peacefully. As much as he wants to snuggle with them, a bed full of older foals just isn’t a safe spot for them to sleep. The birth had been an extremely quick and easy affair for his dam, and resulted in Dr. Bran awkwardly asking if Cure would give her the same muscle enhancements Vines had received.

Lacking any real reason to say no and recognizing the favor as a good way to ensure the doctor’s discretion should the need arise, the colt shared the Boa Constrictor Vagina Mk. I with the mare, silently hoping the maker grants whatever poor/fortunate stallion she decides to test drive it with the best of luck.

His brother was born first. Just like Cure himself, he has a magnificent blue coat, though he got Vines’ yellow mane instead of big bro’s luscious green. Cure isn’t sure what to think about the colt’s name. On one hoof, Trail Blazer sounds kind of badass. On another, Ed had owned one of the fuel hogs in the late 90’s, and even if it was a pretty reliable ride, he wouldn’t want to be named after it. Hopefully the colt will have a knack for leadership instead of a solid frame with decent cargo space in the back.

Yellow manes are apparently “in” this year, as his sister also inherited that from her dam. Golden Roads’ coat definitely came from her sire, though, and the chocolate brown goes quite well with the yellow. Goldie seems content to lay across her brother, and Blaze doesn’t seem to mind his sister’s weight on his withers one bit.

Cure isn’t sure if twins are fine sleeping together, but there were enough anecdotal stories of them being “connected” on Earth that he figured it should be fine, especially with him nearby. His parents agreed and, thanks to his restless sleep, he was able to keep an eye on them, feed them, and Clean them up by himself as needed.

Getting a separate crib for Savvy had nearly taken invoking his still debatable princely authority. The royal nursemaids insisted having all three in one would be fine, but Ed’s memories were very clear that, normally, each child should have their own. No matter how lovey she was with the pair, her being slightly over twice their weight made it a no-brainer for the colt.

Cure has never heard of SIDS in this world, but it’s not like there’s any reason to roll the dice. His friends gave him some funny looks when he used his talent to make a rudimentary ceiling fan and slapped a Spin crystal into it, but everypony seemed to enjoy the light breeze it generated. He just feels a little guilty for not thinking of it back when Savvy was born.

A quick scan shows all three are the very definition of health and their onesies are keeping them at just the right temperature.

The door finally cracks open, spilling light in the room as his and Savvy’s dams slip in, giving him warm smiles before making their way to the smaller foals.

Other parents start entering the room to retrieve and check on their foals. Snowstorm gives him a beautiful smile as she hops up on the bed to nose at Glacial and Frigid Gaze. Drift lets out a whiney groan when Thunder does the same with her and Swirling Leaf. Gleaming Haze, Crisp Script, Level Plane (Coast’s dam), Onyx Mark, and Silver Vein less quietly make their way in to claim Dawn, Rising, Coast, Ferric, Sapphire, Heavy, and his sisters.

With no small amount of grumbling everypony else starts disentangling from each other, reluctantly climbing out of bed, only to get scooped up by or squeezed against the side of their waiting parents.

Vines coos and babbles at the twins for a moment while everypony heads out to get cleaned up for the day. “How were they for you?” she asks as she makes her way over to the nearly empty bed. Only Cherry and Lotus are still with him, both still sound asleep despite all of the movement in the room.

“Great! Barely heard a peep from ‘em ‘till about an hour ago. Savvy wasn’t happy I woke her up to feed her, but she ate and went potty before conking out again. Did you stay out all night?”

“Yeah,” his mom answers as she reaches down to nuzzle her filly. “Just got in a bit ago to fetch ya for the princess. She’s gonna need your help. The rest of us are fine,” she adds with a mischievous giggle. “We had to stop the serving staff from waking everypony, but I’m sure they’ll be at her door soon, so…” she rolls her hoof to say “get moving.”

Vines gives her wife a disappointed look and scolds her. “It isn’t funny. She is probably going to feel awful, the poor thing.” She turns to Cure and explains, “Your foalish sire and the other two got into somewhat of a drinking match with her. She figured if they could drink that much and be okay then she would be too. It didn’t go so well for her, even if she seemed to be enjoying herself.”

Cure is utterly flabbergasted at the suggestion that his parents went drink-for-drink with Celestia. “Dad, Amy, and Lemon outdrank the princess?! That’s imposs… wait,” he pauses as realization dawns on him.

Title nods, confirming his suspicion with a laugh. “Yeah, turns out that anti-poison gland works pretty well on alcohol too. Deed ended up carrying her to our room. All four of them are there waiting for you. Thank the maker her disguise held, but I think your sire is getting something of a reputation as a mareslayer ‘round here.”

“He’s got four wives and they all happily watched him carry an attractive, unconscious unicorn back to his room,” he agrees while nodding. “I could see that. None of the guards gave you any trouble, bringing an unknown mare in here?”

“No. Not a one said anything. We got some odd looks, but that’s all. And she… wasn’t unconscious, unfortunately,” Vines corrects with a grimace.

“Yep, turns out the drunker she is the more old fashioned she talks. She also occasionally slipped into Old Ponish, which was hilarious.” Shuddering, the pink mare adds, “And the more she likes to try to sing. She wasn’t exaggerating about how bad she is.”

“Aww, damnit! I knew I should’ve snuck out and joined ya!” he pouts, giving his bed a weak stomp. “Ah well, that’s okay. Glad to hear she had fun, at least. We better get some food and water in her; today’s gonna suck enough as-is.”

“We asked for them to send a few pitchers and some fresh bread to our room on the way here, honey. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled if you could fix her up.”

“Alright. I’ll go check her out.”

Before he can turn to leave he’s scooped up by his dam and held against her chest. “How are you doing, sweetie? I know today…”

He sighs and leans into her chest, wrapping his neck around hers and resting his chin in her mane. “I’ll be okay, dam. I have plenty to keep my mind occupied, so don’t worry about me. Just gotta keep movin forward.”

With one last squeeze she sets him down, planting a kiss between his ears. She doesn’t really believe that he’s okay, but if he isn’t willing to talk about it, now isn’t a very good time to dredge it up. He goes in for a quick nuzzle with his mom before heading out. The pink mare leans down right next to his ear and quietly whispers, “You going to do it?”

Cure cracks a grin and gives a tiny nod, getting a quickly suppressed snicker from the mare. With a quick nuzzle he trots out the door, alters his appearance, and begins making his way through the palace halls to the guest suites.

The palace is abuzz with activity despite the early hour; unsurprising given the upcoming events. Guards are patrolling in immaculately polished armor, cleaning staff are giving a final once-over, and service staff shoot all over doing their last minute checks.

Cure can understand Grandpa Brick’s point about acknowledging everypony. He counts no less than sixty ponies he’s passed just on the short walk to the guest wing.

A serving mare pushing a cart is just about to knock on his parents’ door. She pauses as Cure approaches and tells her he’ll take it from there. A couple knocks and a brief pause later he pushes the door open and tugs the cart in behind himself. “Pa? Moms? Princess?” He knows they’re in the bedroom, but he also knows that barging into somepony’s bedroom without announcing one’s self is a horrible idea in general.

“Come on in, champ,” Deed calls.

He grabs the door in his telekinesis and pushes it open, shocked at what he finds. On the bed is the, now undisguised, princess, laid on her barrel with his moms pulled tight against her sides, one under each wing. His sire has the dubious honor of being the royal pillow, laid half on his side with the princess sleeping on his right flank and chest flat on the bed. Lemon, on the princess’s left side, looks like her face is crammed just about right in his crotch and Amethyst's is nuzzling into his chest.

Disappointingly, Celestia isn’t doing the drunk snore or anything. Cure would be shocked if she did; it’s not like there’s anything obstructing her airway at all, but it would make for a hilarious story at some point years down the road. He supposes the boss lady going out and getting shitfaced with his folks will have to do for now, though he has no intentions of giving her a hard time over it for the foreseeable future.

He hops on the bed and looks at the three mares, motioning to the ones on either side. “Are they drunk too?”

Deed wobbles his hoof in a so-so motion. “A little, maybe. Yer thingamajig took tha edge off’a it but after a couple liters I think we overpowered it. I know we gotta get movin soon, but an hour ‘a shuteye ought’a do ‘em some good.”

“Yeah, probably, but I really don’t think she,” he motions to the alicorn, “has time. I’m gonna have to focus on the princess, here, pa. They don’t need to do much today, so they can take it easy. I just can’t believe she got hammered like this. Usually you find your limit, ya know?”

“I don’t think tha princess is used ta drinkin so much, son. Maybe some wine or brandy, but them sweet drinks… they sneak up on ya. None of us thought’a yer thing ‘till she was three sheets to tha wind.”

“I’m guessin you just never noticed when ya went out to the Tilted Wagon on Fridays?”

Deed shrugs and gives a small nod, “Not really, no. A few beers over a couple hours don’t do much anyhow.”

Cure nods in acceptance, looking over the prone form of the princess. “I’m definitely saving this in the ‘ol memory vault. Drunk or not, this is downright adorable. It just sucks I can’t draw anything on her face and take a picture, but at least I can fake one later if I wanna.”

Cure looks over her again and lets out a sigh. “I’m not terribly fond of being in a situation where I can’t even ask her if she’s okay with me doin this, but I don’t think she’ll be too upset with me. Can’t friggin believe I’m bout to tinker with the boss lady’s brain.” The comment gets a very concerned look from his sire, so he clarifies, “Not the brain itself, just how it’s dealin with the booze. C’mon now, really?”

“Gotta work on the wordin there, champ. I don’t think anypony would not react to that.”

“Fair enough,” he agrees. He walks around his sire, nuzzling the stallion’s neck along the way, and leans over his back to rest a hoof on her cheek.

“Princess? Time to wake up, sleepy head.” Cure reaches out with his talent, checking all the typical vitals. “Sucks I can’t target individual molecules,” he comments, “but at least I can turn her metabolism up to eleven and add in a… well… basically, a miniature liver right there in her carotid. She’ll still legally be drunk for a while, but it won’t be able to reach the brain meats.”

“Sounds fascinatin, colt. Will that wake her? I mean… this ain’t uncomfortable, but like ya said… things ta do an’ all that.”

“Ehh, I’ll tweak her adrenal gland a bit just to turn it down while I work here. The reduction in dopamine and serotonin should do the trick. Boss lady’s big enough that even with the whole alicorn thing she’s a lot’a pony, ya know? I ain’t got the juice to clean her system up all the way.”

“Right, I remember ya talkin ‘bout fixin up Amy a while back.”

“Mmhmm. I’ve got about nine times the magic, but if you recall, I figured I’d have to give her several treatments. Her body’s natural processes took over, but what I’m doin right here isn’t exactly a natural process, feel me? That was siccing her own body on a foreign invader; this is makin changes to her body. I don’t think it’s gonna take that change and ‘run with it’ like hers did.”

“Gotchya. So… an hour or two?”

“Nah, her noggin will be cleared up in a few minutes. Wakin her up may be a challenge though.”

“Well colt, she is a princess. I dunno how they did it in them memories ’a yers, but some of them old fables had a surefire way’a doin it.” Cure turns to glare at Deed as the stallion puckers his lips and makes exaggerated kissing noises.

“I will make your face stick like that, old timer.”

The empty threat gets a chuckle out of his sire. “I don’t know what yer dam may think walkin in here findin my face stuck like that given our positions. Sure would be a sight, though.”

Cure rolls his eyes at the stallion, focusing back on the task before him. “So, wakin her up… I know how to do it, I think, but I’d prefer she woke up naturally. I’d really like to get some water in her though.”

“Can’t ya just, ya know… help her drink it?”

“Like, pour it in her mouth and stimulate her pharynx and esophagus?”

Deed looks a little unsure about the process, but trusts the colt knows what he’s talking about. “Umm. Sure,” he agrees with a shrug. “Sounds right ta me. Won’t go in her lungs would it? Don’t know if y’all can get pneumonia or not.”

“Nah, as long as her mouth isn’t gnarly, clear water is safe anyhow. I’m just worried she could wake up with her snout in water and panic.” He looks at his sire laying across the alicorn’s forelegs and shudders at the thought of how ugly an instinctive drowning response could be, given their arrangement. Deed is likely tough enough he should be fine if she kept things physical, but the princess is a terrifyingly powerful magic user, so predicting her panicked response isn’t that simple. “Just give her a few, pa. I don’t want her to freak out thinkin she’s drownin and… I dunno, teleport all of us a hundred meters straight up or bust out the solar flare or something.”

A grimace and quick, agreeing nod later, the stallion patiently waits for his son to rouse the mare.

Cure continues gently petting her neck and cheek while calling out. It only takes a minute before her breathing changes and her eyes start to flutter open. “Yer safe, princess,” the colt quickly assures her. “Sorry I couldn’t ask permission, but I’ve used my talent on you ta fix ya up faster. Want some water?”

“Ugh. Please,” she immediately responds, not moving other than to slightly lift her head. Cure floats over a pitcher which she takes in her magic and quickly drains, then does the same with a second one. Somewhat hydrated, she sighs and lays her head back across her pillow, uncaring that it’s one of her little ponies.

Deed gives the colt an amused look, but Cure quickly shakes his head to prevent the stallion from saying anything. He certainly doesn’t want to discourage the princess from trying to have fun in the future, and his sire teasing the mare would not be conducive to that goal.

She takes another moment to rest, blowing out another deep sigh. Finally waking enough to function, she lifts her head and looks at the dark stallion laying across her forelegs, then glances left and right at the snoozing mares. “What happened?” she groggily inquires.

“What’s the last thing ya remember, highness?”

She frowns in thought, considering the question for a moment. “Singers… and music. And ordering some fruity drinks.” Ears sagging, she nearly whines, “They didn’t taste like they had any alcohol in them, though!”

“They definitely did,” Cure insists. “Probably a lot more than whatever you’re used to drinking does.”

She looks at the seemingly unaffected stallion. “How are you okay?!”

“The colt,” he answers, assured that it would be an appropriate answer to nearly any question she could be asking him.

She turns her attention back to Cure who clarifies, “When we came for the show I gave everypony a gland that produces antivenoms and antitoxins. It reacts kinda like an immune system would. Apparently it works pretty well on alcohol.” He glances at Amethyst under the princess’s right wing before turning back. “Not perfectly, I guess, but if they kept up with you I think it’s good enough.”

“Apparently so,” she agrees. She tilts her head back and checks the time, sighing a third time in only a few minutes. “We need to start getting ready. If you would, please, Mr. Deed?”

“You bet, highness,” he says, lifting up enough for her to pull her legs free before lowering back down. “Nopony knows yer here, princess,” he explains. “Yer disguise held till ya passed out on tha bed. If ya teleport to yer room nopony’ll be the wiser.”

“Yup,” Cure seconds, “dam and mom came and got me before the staff made their way up, but you may wanna hurry.”

“That is a relief. Thank you for being so considerate. I must apologize for my -”

“Ah-ah, no!” Deed interrupts her, waving a hoof side to side. “Ain’t nothin wrong with havin a good time, highness. Nopony got hurt, we all had fun, and thanks to tha colt ain’t nopony gotta be miserable all day.”

“Still, drink more water, and grab a loaf or two of bread before you teleport,” Cure insists. “And let me know if you want me to undo what I did. The only permanent thing I changed is I added a couple small filters… livers, of a sort, to your carotid arteries. They’re keeping the alcohol in your blood from reaching your brain.”

“Then perhaps we should wait until after breakfast to remove them,” she suggests.

“That would probably be wise. Undoing it now could cause you to feel it again. Just keep in mind that your body still has to filter that out, so again… drink water, eat something, don’t rush anything.”

“Very well. I will see you all shortly,” she says, bowing her head slightly in thanks. She takes some of the food in her magic, then her horn ignites and she disappears in a flash.

Deed looks between the two snoozing mares, then to his son and asks, “So… how long we got ‘till breakfast?”

“Eh, long enough you can service ‘em proper-like,” he replies, pulling a Cleaning crystal out of his mane and tossing it to his sire. “Just don’t skimp on the foreplay. Everything’s better when it’s wetter, pa. Have fun!” he calls as he hops down and makes his way out the bedroom door.

Deed catches the crystal and watches as the door shuts behind his son before his brain registers what the colt’s implying. “I meant how long can they nap, brat!”

“Not long with yer big damn mouth,” Amethyst quietly growls. She cracks an eye open and looks to her left across the vacated spot, smirking at her wife’s face so close to their stallion’s equipment. “But since ya woke me up,” she starts as she rolls left onto her back, her right side pressed against the yellow mare, “how bout ya get over here ‘n make it up ta me,” she insists, spreading her hind legs invitingly and waggling her brows.

With a put upon sigh, Deed nods in acceptance while standing. “I suppose I should apologize like a good husband. It’s the right thing to do, ain’t it?”

“Mmmhmm,” she salaciously hums in agreement, smiling as her big, strong stallion stalks around her. “The colt was right, stud. Get down there ‘n get ta work. Lots ta do this mornin. Other ‘n just me, that is. I reckon Sweets may want a roll too.”

The purple mare leans back on the bed with a big smile while Deed gets in position, laying on his barrel pinning her tail below him. A familiar tingle or magic runs through her underside, causing her to tilt her neck up and quirk a brow at the stallion.

He returns her stare with a challenging look and sets the crystal aside. “Don’t give me that look, mare!” he growls, planting a line of gentle kisses down her now cleaned belly. “Love me some pie as much as tha next pony, but that don’t mean I’m diggin inta a piece what’s been sittin’n a sauna all night.”

Amethyst snorts out a laugh and lays back, sets a forhoof on his crown, and nudges his muzzle further down. “Fair ‘nuff, babe. Now put that tongue ‘a yers ta good use! Clock’s tickin.”

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Unlike his sweet dandelion, the purple mare isn’t much for the lovey-dovey stuff. Her hoof on his head gently pushing him down is plenty invitation to dive right in. With her on her back, Deed gives a long, slow, wet lick from bottom to top, careful not to go straight for her most sensitive spots. Time might be limited, but experience has shown that a little patience at the start yields fantastic rewards down the line.

A few more slow, teasing licks not only get his wife ready to go, but also get his blood pumping harder. The powerful scent of an aroused mare floods his nostrils as her juices start flowing and her lips plump and heat up. Her hot button makes itself known after the fifth lick, eager to meet his tongue at the top of his motion. Lips puckered, he plants a kiss on the partially exposed nub and gives it a small suckle.

Amethyst’s legs give a weak kick in response, involuntarily bucking less than a hoof’s span before she lets out a louder moan, doing her best to stifle it with her fetlock. A more a forceful lick of her clit from the base to the tip of his tongue gets her writhing, forcing her hips up off the bed to maintain contact as long as possible and draw out the sensation.

Deed cocks his head to the side slightly and pinches the nub between his lips, gently squeezing down on it with his cushioned teeth while darting his tongue side to side right across its tip. The effects are stupendous: A deep, harsh exhale, both forehooves pawing futilely in the air, hind legs stretching back and clamping down to lock him in place, and the dark mare’s entire hind half arching up in the air. A small, nice, quiet orgasm is a great way to kick things off.

She lifts her head off the bed and with a stern look growls out a command. “Get on! Get up here and fill me! NOW!”

Any stallion with half a brain knows when to obey, and with four wives Deed isn’t anywhere near inexperienced enough to make her wait long at all. He pushes himself to all fours and slowly prowls forward, flexing his chest and shoulders with each motion.

Amethyst’s eyes drink in the sight of her powerful stallion as his huge hooves come down on either side of her neck. She reaches up with her forelegs to trace along the muscular bulges, appreciating all the work the stud has put in at the gym. A slight pressure makes itself known further down, and despite any muscle control she may have, she is powerless to stop the pulsing wink. Deed’s thick, steel legs box her in on all sides as he begins slowly lowering his front half to pin her chest down. His forelegs wrap under her shoulders, locking her into place.

Amethyst loves when he does this. She’s a strong, willful mare, and it takes a strong male to make her his.

As if they have a mind of their own, her hind legs reach up to latch on both sides of his barrel as he lines everything up just right. A grin flashes across her face as she feels his member position itself just between her lips. It’s a very odd sensation compared to any stallion she’s had before, and it certainly surprised the Tartarus out of her the first time she saw him do it. Penises are not supposed to move like that, after all. Bizarre as the thought is, her brain can’t help but send a silent thanks to the maker for the colt’s ability. Never in her wildest dreams would she imagine a cock that can move and twist like her stallion’s can. Having a lover that never misses the mark is great, but it pales in comparison to what he can do once he’s inside.

Knowing what’s coming, she takes a breath and tugs him down lightly with her hind legs while wrapping her forelegs around his withers. Deed obliges, starting his hind end’s descent towards her barrel and impaling her without mercy. A throaty exhale escapes the mare as the member sinks in, stopping after a hoof, then easing back out. There’s no need to stop at all; she’s hot and wet and ready for everything, but Deed remembers a few complaints about him going too fast before. With all the strength she can muster she pulls herself up to meet him, sliding him further inside. First one hoof's worth, then two, then slightly more push her insides apart until another pressure grows at the base.

He pushes a little more forcefully, pauses, and withdraws a half dozen centimeters before plunging back in. Three quick bumps and he finally sinks in past the ring, sliding forward even further until his laden orbs rest hotly against her backside. A contented sigh escapes the stallion as he shimmies side to side slightly, seating himself just right. “Damn that feels nice,” he comments, then reaches down and turns his head aside to rub his cheek against her chin. “Ready babe?”

“FUCK ME!” she growls through gritted teeth.

“Heh... yes ma’am!” her chirps.

This is the part she loves; the part she never experienced before. Still above her, pinning her with his weight, her stallion’s staff suddenly grows inside her, spreading her even wider as it inflates even more. It’s slow and unstoppable and magnificent, stretching her insides wider as his heft swells to just the right size to really turn her inside out. Not one to be idle, she begins squeezing and pumping her muscles too, constricting where the nerves push up against him just right.

Fullness. Pressure. Bliss. Pleasure just short of pain. So many words flit through her mind as she humps up against him, urging him to really get moving.

Slowly withdrawing, Deed drags his entire length against her walls. A low, keening moan escapes her as her sleeve fights to pull him back in. She doesn’t have to wait long; he pauses two thirds of the way out and eases himself all the way to his base. Once, twice, three times he withdraws and slowly grinds into her depths, his flare just barely kissing her deepest wall.

Then he gets started.

With the power and speed only an earth pony can deliver, Deed unsheathes almost his whole member before slamming it back down. In and out, in and out he hammers away at her. He savors the feeling of his full orbs slapping against her strong, pliant rear over and over again as she writhes and bucks below him.

Awakened by the motion of the mattress, Lemon enjoys the show of their stallion pounding away at her wife. Not one to sit and watch, she climbs over and nips at Amethyst’s cheek, nuzzling and licking the pinch away. “He’s going to fill you up, Amy. I bet you’re going to make a mess all over these fancy sheets, aren’t ya?”

“NNNNNNyess!” she grunts out, twisting her head to steal a kiss from the yellow mare.

They separate again and Lemon reaches up, pulling Deed into a tender kiss as well. “Fuck her brains out, stud. Pound her right through the bed and make that tummy bulge with your seed,” she forcefully commands, then reaches down to share a more demanding kiss with their wife.

The sight of two mares aggressively making out while he plows one of them almost does Deed in right there. He thanks the maker for the enhanced control he has, despite the fact that exploding early isn’t much of a problem anymore. What used to mean a five to ten minute pause in the action doesn’t need to thanks to the colt’s tinkering.

He stops his hard thrusts to stop jostling pair, then buries himself all the way to his hilt. Fully sunk into her tightness, he grinds forwards and back a few times, then in a circular motion while he flexes inside her. The pressure on her clit causes her to yelp inside her wife’s mouth as he pushes his tip flat against the deepest part of her canal.

“Tell me when,” he growls through gritted teeth, withdrawing a hoof’s span and pushing back to grind again.

“All. Most. There!” she pants between thrusts, pressing her face harder against the yellow mare.

“Fill her up, stud. Pour it all in her,” Lemon huskily commands, running a hoof against her wife's side. “Give it all to her! Now!” she growls.

“DO IT!” Amethyst demands.

With a roar like a lion, Deed squeezes down on the mare from all sides and pushes his weight into her barrel, then explodes like a volcano. With a flex of the added muscle, his base sends a jolt of vibration against the outside of her slit and right into her clit, pushing a screamed moan out her lips as she tightens around him in orgasm. The pressure is intense as spurt after spurt blasts her walls, filling her in a way she’s never felt before him. The constant pushing grind of his crotch against hers doesn’t lessen, and the vibration on her clit finally makes her whole world explode. With a renewed scream she humps up against him, meeting his pushing thrusts and drenching his underside with her own juices.

The pair grind and hump, painting each other with their excitement again and again.

Finally spent, Deed sucks in a lungful of air through his nostrils as he comes down from the high. Allowing himself to soften, he gives his panting wife another circular grind, then a few softer, slower pumps as he squeezes as much out of his length as he can deep inside her.

“Oh, maker above, that was nice,” she wheezes out. “Mmm... good job, stud,” she teasingly compliments, patting him with her right hoof. “I think we made a mess, though.”

“You think?” he and Lemon ask at the same time. Lemon leans her head to the side to take stock of their condition. She finds matted fur painted in his seed and her eruption. The mess is smeared from their navels down and is pooling in the base of her tail. The sheets would be a write-off without magic or a lot of scrubbing, and he hasn’t even pulled out yet.

“Got another one in ya, stud?” Lemon hopefully asks.

“One?” he scoffs. “Like the two of ya could wear out this stallion,” he remarks with a roll of his eyes.

“Great!” she chirps, pushing him back with a hoof. Deed scoots out of the way, withdrawing fully as Lemon hops in his place, flagging her tail while lowering herself onto her wife, grinding their glistening slits together and smearing his cum over her slit. She gives Amethyst a passionate kiss, separating to glance over her withers with a sultry, half lidded look. “Give it to me, stud,” she commands, “and don’t worry about the warm-up. I need you in me, now!”

With another put upon sigh he gets ready for round two, quietly thanking the maker for ending up as the only stallion in Vines’ harem.

Author's Note

A wild chapter appears!

So, a few things... for an M-rated story with a sex tag about a biokinetic there's been a severe shortage of NSFW moments. Don't expect that to change. We've all seen more than enough stories that devolve into nothing but porn once the seal is broken. That won't happen here and, in fact, unless another unexpected opportunity arises (which is what happened here) there probably won't be any for quite a long time.

This was, aside from the clop scene, going to be part of the next chapter, which is still slated to publish on 9/18. The rest of that is mostly done as is a chunk of the next chapter (which will publish 9/25 but is still the same in-story day, June 20th), but since I decided to go ahead and add in the scene instead of having a break after Cure leaves, the following chapter will be a smidge shorter. Still longer than this one, but compared to my norm... meh.

It may also start off a tad awkwardly unless I get in the mood to tweak it some, so apologies if the lead in is a little more jarring than normal. That's what happens when you unexpectedly split a chapter in half, though.

As I mentioned a few times in comments and in the first few chapters of the story, this is my first time ever writing anything longer than a grade school book report. As such, this is also my first time writing anything even remotely pornographic. I never thought I would do either of those things, but hey... here we are. Just keep that in mind when it comes to criticism. Constructive is appreciated.

Anyhow, figured I should check in just to let everyone know I'm still alive.

Thanks for reading and, of course, commenting/rating. See you all in a little under two weeks.