A mare.

His eyes flicked around, focusing quickly on the door to the bedroom.

“Ah!”

Over by the door was an Amarezon Deliverypony.

Wearing both the customary brown pants and top, as well as a brown cap (pierced by a blue-pink unicorn horn) perched on what could only be described as a huge frizzy mess of blue and green hair… was the most slender, feminine-looking stallion Hitch had ever set eyes on.

Hitch would have been easily convinced that it was mare… if not for the mustache adorning the stallion’s cute, feminine face.

“OH, ah… hey, hi! Yeah, I’m just… you know… the deliverymare, I mean deliverystallion… not peeping on you and your newly appeared earth-pony magic or anything!” The pony’s face broke into a far-too-wide smile, nodding desperately for Hitch’s approval of his story.

“Hrrr arrr rruu…” The question came out like an animalistic growl as they stuck in his throat.

“Oh, hey… wow, you are really excited.” The pony’s eyes kept darting between Hitch’s face and down to under his belly. “Why don’t we just take a deep breath and… let me deliver this empty box… and then just let me escape, no questions asked?”

The stallion’s desperate grin stretched wider and wider.

Hitch’s nostrils flared, he knew he could smell a mare… an unrutted mare… somewhere nearby. His body was aching for it, his muscles tightening like a drawn bowstring. His nostrils flared, drinking in the heavy air as his ears pivoted left and right… Could this strange stallion be hiding the mare from him?

That’s when the delivery-stallion’s mustache fell off.

“Ah.”

The mare looked down at the mustache on the ground. Then back up at Hitch with a worried grin.

Some part of Hitch’s mind remembered this mare… this had been the unicorn that Izzy had invited over to her slumber party, the one he’d seen stalking around the streets of Maretime Bay. She’d managed to rack up at least ten reports of a ‘suspicious pony’ to the Sheriff’s department.

Misty was her name, wasn’t it?

But right now, none of that mattered.

All that mattered was she was a mare. And he was a stallion.

It wasn’t Hitch who crossed that room in three quick, powerful strides. It wasn’t him who gripped the nervous mare with both his powerful forehooves, pinning her against the door and pressing his nuzzle in against hers. It wasn’t him who thrust his mouth against hers in a feral, animal kiss, pushing his powerful tongue past her teeth and down her throat, wrestling hers into submission as he took her in an angry, frustrated kiss.

It was somepony else… some ancient stud summoned from the mists of Equestrian time to possess Hitch’s body through the potent, reproductive earth-pony magic.

“Mmmmf!” Misty groaned, her eyes wide with shock, but starting to melt into Hitch’s deep amber irises.

His heavy, black cock was already back at rigid, full erection, his flare blossoming once again as it arced upward in almost-painful fullness… grinding into the belly and up to the sternum of the smaller unicorn mare he was pinning in a passionate embrace.

“MMmmfg!” Misty squeaked again, her eyes opening again in fear and darting downward to see the huge pole of stallion-cock pressing into her, the rock-hard flans popping off some of the buttons of her brown delivery shirt to press against her chest floof.

Hitch felt his hips buck slightly, as his excitement started to grow: there would be no more mare domination, no being ridden or bidden to buck… this time he would take this mare.

Three heavy squirts of pre-ejaculate splattered from his wide-urethral slit, soaking the underside of Misty’s chin. Hitch could feel hot wet spittle from the impact of his pre-cum finding its way in between the union of his and Misty’s lips, the odd taste of his juices like spices infused with the energy of fireworks.

“Mmnnngohhhhhh!” Misty’s moan dropped two timbres lower, and her eyes began to roll backward, those green irises quivering once, twice… then popping into that now-familiar heart-shaped form.

Hitch felt a sudden wetness on his left knee, which he had jammed up between Misty’s legs when he’d pinned her to the door. Looking down, he could see an embarrassing dark, wet liquid-soaked stain coursing down Misty’s brown delivery pants… turning them a darker shade as they stuck to her inner thighs and lower legs while they steamed with heat… it looked almost like she’d pissed herself.

But his nostrils told him that wasn’t the case. The spicy, fruity smell of wet marecum thickened the atmosphere -- Misty was just a squirter… and her body was signaling just how ready it was for him.

For her to become his mare.

Hitch broke the embarrassment with a growl as if warning her that she should obey. He paused a moment, catching his breath with heavy pants, his muscular chest pulsing like he’d just run a 100-yard sprint… as he looked down at his prize, his obligation, with fierce desire.

“Mmh… oh… oh wow.” Misty mumbled, her shy eyes flickering up at his and then back down to gaze at the throbbing, massive cock between them, “I’ve never… kissed anypony before… that-that was better than popcorn.”

“I’m going to rut you.” The ferocious tone was almost unrecognizable, and yet it had come from his throat.

“Oh… Okay… I’ve never- I mean… I haven’t… O-Opaline said I sh-shouldn’t- AH!” Misty squeaked again as Hitch grasped her by her shoulders and spun her, pressing her up against the door again, only now with him behind her.

“Grahh!” Hitch growled, his hips bucking and thrusting his rigid cock hard up along Misty’s back, the thick pipe laid along her cute rump, parting through her now-soaked frizzy tail and digging into her spine. More of Misty’s shirt turned a darker shade of brown as it was soaked with his steaming pre-cum.

“W-woah!” Misty squeaked, half-crushed against the door, “I’ve never d-done it… n-never even seen one before…” her worried heart-irises quivered, “...is it supposed to be that big? It will never fit-”

“Quiet.” Hitch growled, his powerful legs naturally taking position inside of Misty’s, his knees pressing hers outward to widen her stance and more easily open her lower body for the massive undertaking it was about to take.

“Ahhn..!” Misty groaned, her head thrashing upwards slightly.

Hitch felt a new, hot wet spatter of marecum splash against his inner legs. He reached down with his left forehoof and took hold of Misty’s delivery pants, giving one jerk to try to pull them down, only for them to catch on her hips.

No matter.

With a fierce tug, he pulled outward, with enough of a jerk and enough force to tear the flimsy garment from his mare’s body, leaving only a couple of trouser sleeves that slumped down to Misty’s ankles and the growing puddle of her juice there.

His reward was the final, fountain-like squirt of Misty’s ejaculation, now unconstrained by her fabric, splashing up against his groin directly and lubricating the base of his cock.

He could see her marehood, dark-blue and swollen with lust… smaller even than Izzy’s, but with a thin, thimble-sized mareclit that slid in and out with a rapidity that seemed in tune with Misty’s heartbeat. Her tight asshole was framed by her upright dock, a small ponut that quivered with the spasmodic clenches of the diminutive but powerful muscles of her pussy.

Hot flashes of pink coincided with more extreme clenched of Misty’s athletic, pert butt-cheeks, as her muscles roiled with mini-orgasms that spread her cunt like a blossoming flower in bursts as if sucking at the very air to draw in the cock it so heavily desired.

Hitch struggled for a moment, trying to shift his hips backward to drag his cock back down Misty’s spine and bring it to its destined place of union, only to realize the impossibility of doing so while still holding her pinned to the door: his cock was too big, and she was too small.

“Oh!” Misty yelped, as Hitch put his forehooves around her waist and lifted her, as if she weighed no more than a feather, pressing her up against the door and suspending her in the air so that their bodies aligned… and letting her drooling marecunt rest against his fat cockhead.

“Ahnnn!” Misty groaned again, swallowing heavily mid-pant.

Hitch’s mind paused for a moment, the instinctive battlecry interrupted by a final, desperate push from his more modern, sapient consciousness. He couldn’t just… fuck somepony without her consent. He wasn’t a monster.

“Tell me.” The words poured slowly and thickly from his throat, like the growl of a timberwolf. The beast inside was not happy to be asking permission.

“W-what? Ow!”

Hitch couldn’t help but nip at her neck sharply, furious that he wasn’t fucking her already.

“Tell me you want it.”

“W-w-want what?”

“This.” Hitch pivoted his hips, driving his massive cockhead up against Misty’s tight little cunt. There was no way he would slip into her… too wide a spear for too small a crevice. The dome tip of the urethral mound on his flare nestled into her outer lips, kissing her throbbing clit.

“Ah… ahn…” Misty shuddered in his arms.

Oh please. Oh please, please, please… Hitch’s fading consciousness begged, as the roiling flames of instinct burned at the edges of his sanity. By the Goddesses please say yes.

He knew that whatever her answer, she would be bred.

“Y… yes!” Misty groaned, “B-but gentl- OOF!”

Her request for gentleness was lost to the unyielding oak of the door, the breath driven from her by the furious thrust of the animal beast within Hitch, which had finally conquered the last pesky fragment of his consciousness, stuffing it away and it assumed full control.

*Thud! Thud! Thud!*

Heavy knock after heavy knock filled the air as Hitch slammed his cock furiously against Misty’s nethers, succeeding only in pressing her against the door… his size and her tightness made his huge organ a pony-battering ram instead of a phallus.

Harder, harder.

An impossible task.

Until, ever so unbelievably, her body began to yield.

*Thud! Thud! Thud!*

Each thrust sank a little deeper. Each parting her ever so much more. Until finally…

“AHhHHHnnnnghhH!” Misty screeched as her body took its first stallion.

Five inches of huge, throbbing cock sank in one moment into her body, driving a huge bulge up between her almost-flat teats, and stretching her tight marehood to its limits… her clitoris was mashed up against the thick central under-ridge of Hitch’s cock, grinding it to new levels of stimulation.

There was no blood, no tearing of flesh -- Misty had lost her hymen in some other way… perhaps through self-pleasure or some other strange event… but her sheer tightness was barrier enough to prevent Hitch from spearing the remaining upper-half of his cock into her.

“F-f-fuck!” Misty groaned, “It- It’s so much!”

Hitch drove again, pressing his hooves deep into the ground. This wouldn’t be like his fuck with Izzy despite Misty being even tighter. He had his strength to draw upon this time. He had leverage. He had power.

And he had the burning need to drive his huge stallionhood deep into his filly.

His thrusts were even harder now, almost bucks. He could feel the unyielding firmness of the door through Misty’s guts, his cock spearing through the boiling velvet confines of her tight vagina with each pressing hump… as inch by inch, he sank deeper into her.

“Ah. Ah! Ah!” Misty’s squeals accompanied each thrust.

Deeper. Deeper.

“Ah! Ah! AH!”

The cock-bulge passed Misty’s lower belly now, beginning to press up against the underside of her navel.

“AHH! AHH! AGH!”

Hitch could feel the thick flesh-ridge of his medial ring jamming against Misty’s burning-hot, stretched lips… the black, steel-hard milestone of his stallionhood grinding against the bright-pink of Misty’s well-stuffed interior.

But he wouldn’t be denied.

*SCHLORP!*

The fat ring sank into Misty, disappearing into her depths as she took the first 12 inches of Hitch’s monster.

“Oh, b-B-BUCK!” Misty groaned like a seasoned whorsehouse worker as she orgasmed in Hitch’s grasp, her legs kicking wildly at the air.

Hitch could feel rivulets of marecum coursing all along the thick base of his cock-shaft, from where it had somehow escaped the tightly-sealed junction of mareflesh and stallionflesh.

*plap… plap… plap…*

A new sound began to fill the room, beside the thuds.

Hitch’s heavy, low-swinging balls now finally coming in range of his mare with each hump. Swinging up in lazy, slow arcs to just touch The underside of Misty’s nethers.

*plap… plap… plap…*

She was taking him well, incredibly well, for the difference in their sizes. Her body had already accomplished two minor miracles thus far… taking him in, and taking his medial ring…

But Hitch would demand more miracles before he was satisfied.

Misty was into the thick of it now, each further quarter-inch of cock slowly slipping into her girthier than the last, as he began to drive the thickest parts of his cock, the trunk-like root that supported his gargantuan size.

*plap… plap… plap…*

Each passing moment, every thick bulging vein slipping into her, every new width milestone that Misty took, was accompanied by the groans and shudders of a mare captured in some nightmare ecstasy of exertion and hedonic perfection.

“Ooof! OOF! OOOF!” Misty suddenly grunted out three times, her head thrashing back and forth, as she twisted this way and that, avoiding the power-thrusts from driving her horn into the wood. “W-w-wait… OOOOF! There's…. OOF! No more… OOF!!!”

*PLAP… PLAP… PLAP…*

Hitch could feel it too… the final barrier, Misty’s cervix. This wasn’t like Sunny, part alicorn, part earthpony-mare… this was an impenetrable fortress. At least for a stallion his size.

*PLAP… PLAP… PLAP…*

But that wasn’t going to stop him. There were still 5 inches of throbbing, obsidian cock… soaked in steaming marecum… that had yet to be buried in Misty’s pussy.

*PLAP… PLAP… PLAP…*

“G-goddess! O-Opaline!” Misty screamed, another orgasm shaking through her and soaking Hitch. Her sopping frizzy tail slapped against his chest, as it wagged and jerked with orgasmic spasms.

Hitch could feel her cervix stretching, straining, kissing at his cockhead. Doing its utmost to take him in… yet it could not accept him… could never accept him. His cockhead was as wide as a newborn foal’s now… and Misty wasn’t in labor… wasn’t dilated.

*PLAP… PLAP… PLAP…*

“GRAHHHH!” Hitch roared in frustration, taking his hooves out from under Misty’s waist, dropping her fully onto his cock, as his forehooves dug deep into the wood of the door, splintering it with force.

“Guh!” Misty coughed, the breath driven from her again as gravity also began to pull the huge, hoof-sized cockhead into her womb.

*PLAP… PLAP… PLAP…*

“Take it! Take it! JUST LET ME IN!” Hitch’s throaty snarl breathed into Misty’s ear.

“Ahn… f-f-fuUUUUUUCK!” A guttural bellow came up and out of Misty’s body, starting from her twitching hooves, suspended in the air, and rollicking through her body like a wave crashing on the shore… cascading up her spine in a cat-like arch… and making her heart-shaped eyes roll back in her head… before exploding out the tip of her horn.

The gunpowder smoke of her sparking, malfunctioning horn belied the cacophony of pure pleasure melting Misty’s brain.

*PLAP… PLAP… PLAP…*

One of the sparks flitted from her horn, splashing on Hitch’s sweaty brow where it danced like a pin-wheel firework. But the small sensation of burning pain was nothing compared to Hitch’s complete and utter devotion to his mission.

*PLAP… PLAP… PLAP…*

Another spark hit the wooden door’s hinge and cracked it.

*CRRRrrreeeeeeeak!*

With a long, rending cry, the door gave up and succumbed to its torment. It had never been designed to bear the weight of a pony. Let alone two ponies… fucking in earnest with magical assistance at that.

*PLAP… PLAP… PLAP…*

And yet, Hitch didn’t hesitate for a moment, fucking into Misty even as the door gave way and they fell in a heap toward the ground.

“GRAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Hitch yelled in triumphant ecstasy as he fell, his hooves crackling green with magical energy as he drew on the last reserves of the newly awakened earth-pony magic that had come to life only the day prior.

The last vestiges of Misty’s cervix were swarmed by earth-pony reproductive magic, twisting and melting her biology… making the impossible possible… and finally permitting that huge, bulbous cock to enter her womb.

…

At that exact moment they hit the floor... giving all the force of Hitch’s +ultimate-thrust and the shocking impact of their fall into the driving penetration of the gigantic stallionhood into her deepest body.

*WHUMP!*

Just like that… Hitch hilted her.

Something he hadn’t even been able to truly do with Sunny!

The kiss of Misty’s sopping hot pussy against his belly, his balls, told him there was no cock left to give to his broodmare.

He could feel just how hard he was pressed into the far wall of Misty’s uterus, his cock obscenely bulging from just below the mare's breastbone.

It was time.

“NEEEE-HEEE-HEEEE!” With an even louder whinny than earlier, Hitch flared his cock inside Misty, the huge saucer-plate-sized head pulsing through the poor mare's belly against the tinder and splinters of the destroyed door.

“Y-y-yeeessssssssh!!!” The drunken moan came from the annihilated mare, craning her head up and back into her lover’s body as her whole being tensed and swirled around his cock, grasping and pulling, milking him to release his seed.

Hitch drove down with his hips one more time, tensing his balls with muscles he didn’t even know he could control…

And flooded her.

Gout after gout of great gushing seed, drawing on every twinkle of earth energy he had left to force the magical production of prodigious quantities of virile, thick, voluminous cum.

“YES! YES! YES!” Hitch bellowed in triumph with each release of his life-creating essence in this hot-blooded little minx, he could sense in his mind’s eye the sloshing cum surrounding her eggs, swarming them with powerful swimmers that would spark the ultimate magic of new life in this perfect crucible.

“YES!”

Hitch could see Misty’s belly bulging out from under her, as her womb expanded with frothing, pressure-filled batter. By the tenth convulsive ejaculation, she was as wide as a mare 6 months with foal…

And he still kept cumming, emptying himself of this uncontrollable fey-magic, draining it all into this little unicorn who writhed and groaned beneath him.

Wider and wider, her belly looked like it was ripe with twins.

“G-guh…guhhhh….”

Until suddenly… finally, it stopped.

Hitch felt his muscles unbunch, his body almost shrinking, as throbbing strength and iron-hard flesh gave way to magical and biological exhaustion.

His massive cock, suddenly deprived of magical energy softened and shrank, while simultaneously demanding the impossible amount of blood that would have been needed to sustain such a huge organ.

“Oh… ohh… I don’t feel so…” Hitch mumbled, his head going dizzy, as he felt the last trickle of ejaculation slip into Misty’s impossibly-stuffed body.

And that was the moment that the magical barrier that had been preventing all the pleasure endorphins from interfering with his primeval breeding mission failed… and Hitch was hit with the full force of all the lingering potent pleasure neurochemistry saturating his system.

“Greep?” Hitch made a funny sound, and an even funnier face… and collapsed on top of Misty… into a deep, black, restful sleep.

Author's Note

Originally I was going to make it just Izzy and Sunny... maybe adding in Zipp/Pipp. But then I saw Misty. She is easily my very favoritest of the new poners. Can't wait until she is converted to friendship and experiences all the love and attention she truly deserves.

Hitch is giving her what she deserves too.