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“Button,” the familiar voice of his mother, Cream Heart, called out, causing Button to press pause on his game and turn his ear to the door.

He waited a moment, debating on if he should keep playing or not, before he sighed. “Yeah?”

“You have a visitor,” his mom shouted back.

Quirking a brow, he remained where he sat. Sweetie and her friends were out helping with the fall harvest at the Apple Family farm, Rumble had gone to a show with his big brother, and Tender Taps was at dance practice, leaving him confused as to who’d come by to see him. He eyed the screen, seeing the area of the final boss resting just out of reach, and unpaused his game.

“Tell them I’m busy!” he hollered.

Faint whispers came from downstairs, his mother talking with another mare from the sounds of it, before a series of heavy hooffalls came storming toward his door. The approaching noise sent a chill through him, realizing his mom was likely coming to get him, as he shot to his hooves and rushed to his door. Darned if he knew exactly why he was being called, but his gut told him it couldn’t be good.

Bursting out of his room, he nearly toppled his mother over. “Sorry, I…”

His apology fell flat, noticing the look of annoyance on his mom’s face. Excuses wouldn’t work on her, especially because she was fully aware that he hadn’t been doing his homework, so he hung his head and ran to her side. Whatever she’d come to get him for, he realized it must have been important.

“I’m so sorry about that,” Cream groaned, briskly leading him to the front of the house. “He can be a bit difficult when he’s distracted.”

A soft giggle drifted to his ears, followed by a voice he didn’t think he’d ever forget. “It’s quite alright - after all, colts will be colts…”

He lifted his head, a smile already forming on his muzzle, and spotted none other than Princess Celestia standing just inside. “Celestia! Oh my gosh!”, he bleated, bolting forward.

“B…Button,” Cream squawked, “show some respect to the Princess!”

“It’s perfectly fine,” Celestia sighed, lifting a foreleg and returning the colt’s embrace.

Leaping back, grinning from ear to ear, he craned his head to look up at her enchanting, beautiful face. “It’s so good to see you again! Did you get the letters I sent? Oh - what brought you to Ponyville?”

His mind was a blur, his heart hammered wildly in his chest, and his cheeks were already getting sore from smiling. It had been almost three months since he’d come home from Canterlot, yet the memory of his vacation and of the Princess were as clear as crystal. While he’d enjoyed every aspect of his trip, from the really good food in the royal castle to getting to see the sights of the capital, there was one thing he’d missed more than the rest - well, no, not something - somepony.

Stepping up beside him, Cream shot him an irritated glare before giving a curt bow to their guest. “Is there anything I can do for you, my Princess? It may not be much, but I have snacks and tea in the kitchen.”

Celestia serenely shook her head and gave a small bow in turn. “There is something you could do for me, but it doesn’t involve refreshments. If it’s not too much to ask, may I speak with Button for a bit?”

“What did he do…” Cream muttered, her brow furrowing as she eyed her son.

Moments from defending himself, ready to say he hadn’t done anything to evoke the Princess’ ire, he and his mother looked over as Celestia started to laugh. “See!” he attested, waving a hoof at the alicorn. “I didn’t do anything bad.”

“No, he didn’t -” Celestia noted, composing herself enough to speak, “in fact, he did nothing but good things while he was my guest.”

Cream looked between her colt and the Princess, her discontent replaced by confusion. “I…I don’t mind if you speak with him - not at all!”

“Many thanks for your hospitality,” Celestia demurely stated, dipping her head. As she straightened up, her eyes wandered over to Button. “Button, could we talk in your room?”

“Sure!” he chirped, wheeling around and waving for her to follow. “I mean - uh - just give me a few minutes!”

Bolting into his bedroom, he frantically started kicking dirty laundry, snack wrappers, and detritus under his bed. If he’d had even the slightest idea that the mare who’d won his heart would be appearing at his front door, he would have actually cleaned up the night prior - sadly, given his tendency to procrastinate until his mom yelled at him, he’d screwed himself over. He flitted from one spot to another, scrambling to tidy up, until a tittering caught his ear.

Celestia preemptively held up a hoof to silence him as she walked in and magically shut the door behind herself. “If it makes you feel any better, Luna’s room was much, much worse when she was your age.”

With the door shut and sorcerously locked behind her, enchanted to prevent any prying eyes or ears, she crossed to the colt, scooped him up in one foreleg, and buried his face in her neck. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment for what it was. His scent permeated the chamber, the heat of him against her filled her with glee, and simply touching him gave a comfort she’d rarely felt before, yet she knew it wasn’t going to last.

While she carefully eased him down to the floor, fighting the urge to hold him, her smile wavered. “Button, we need to talk…”

“About what?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.

“About…” she faltered, her joy fading. “About something serious. Maybe you should sit down.”

He did as she asked without question, plopping his tush down on the floor right in front of her, yet that did little to sooth her frazzled nerves. Though she was genuinely happy to see him - elated even, she hadn’t made the trip to Ponyville merely to socialize. Seating herself before him, in spite of having thought this moment through more times than she could count, she struggled to find her voice.

“Button, you remember all the - Ahem - fun we had in Canterlot ~ right?” she inquired.

“How could I ever forget?!” he excitedly replied.

She gave a little nod and forced the corners of her lips to turn up. “Well all that fun may - no,” she huffed, reaching up to pinch the bridge of her snout. “All that fun had a consequence.”

Reaching out and caressing her leg, he knit his brow. “Did…did something happen?”

“You could say that,” she murmured. Taking a breath, holding it for a moment, and slowly exhaling, she tried and failed to collect herself. “Do you know where foals come from…?”

“Of course I…” he fell completely and utterly silent, his eyes widening and drifting to her stomach.

Peering down at him, seeing the realization dawn on his face, she lowered her hoof and caressed her abdomen. “S…surprise…”

“H…how…when did…” he sputtered, reeling from the revelation.

He’d learned all about the birds and the bees in Ms. Cheerilee’s class, being taught how when a mare and a stallion love one another they can end up with a little colt or filly of their own, yet never in his wildest dreams would he have thought he’d end up doing something like that with the most revered Princess on the entire planet! Sliding forward on his rump, he squinted and looked her over. While he hadn’t detected it in the foyer, too thrilled to simply see her again, he started to notice several little things that had changed about her.

For starters, it looked like she’d put on some weight - a considerable amount of weight. Her plush thighs, backside, and belly were all a fair bit larger than they had been months prior, but those weren’t the only things different about her. Slumped between her thighs and resting on the floor, her bosoms seemed to have almost doubled in size. He stared at her tummy, doing his darndest to try and look into her, and shook his head.

“H…how…” he began, anxiously licking his lips, “how long have you known?”

She averted her gaze as he peered up at her, ashamed of herself and frightened of what he may say. “Nearly two months…”

“Two months!” he repeated, jumping up to his hooves. “Why didn’t you tell me right away?”

Clamping her eyes shut, she slammed a forehoof into the floor. “Because I was scared!”

The resounding clop of her hoof impacting the floor brought with it a preternatural stillness, a quiet that was wholly unnatural, but she’d have to explain herself. Ever since she’d discovered she was pregnant, she’d kept the news secret - heck, even her fellow Princesses, including her own sister, didn’t know she was with foal. What should have been a joyous occasion, finding out she would finally start a family after centuries upon centuries of holding the throne, had brought her nothing but torment.

If the citizens of Equestria found out that their most revered Princess would bear a foal out of wedlock, it would be the scandal of the millennia - moreover, when ponies discovered the father was a colt, she’d be ruined. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to bring a little colt or filly into the world, but she didn’t want her offspring to bear even a trace of her shame. While there were perilously few times in her life when she considered herself lost, unsure of what course of action to take, learning she was going to be a mother eclipsed virtually all of those in the past.

“I…I don’t know what to do…” she whimpered, her eyes growing moist. “I want to keep it - stars above, I want nothing more than to be a mother, but I’ll -”

“We’ll…” Button whispered, cutting her off. “We’ll raise them.”

She blinked and wiped a tear from her face. “I want to, but -”

“No,” he insisted. “If you want to keep our foal, we’re going to keep our foal.”

His knees shook, his voice cracked, and he was worried that his heart might explode from how hard it was pounding, yet he held her gaze and pushed himself up. Forcing one hoof in front of the other, he closed the gap between them, lowered his muzzle, and tenderly kissed her belly. A number of emotions welled up within him, each vying for dominance, though his love for her shone through and eclipsed them all.

Inching back, he looked up and waved her down. “Come here…”

The second her face was within reach, he extended a foreleg and stroked her chin. While he may not have known the first thing about being a dad, still in school and far from adulthood himself, he wasn’t going to let her go through this struggle alone - no way in heck. He lifted his head and gazed into her eyes.

“I can’t say for sure, but I’d bet every bit in my piggy bank that your parents loved you and cared for you when you were little,” he breathed. Without breaking eye contact, she gave a small, shaky nod. “I don’t care what anypony says - not the royal guards, not your sister, not even Princess Twilight, if you want to keep our foal, we’re going to keep our foal. If…if anypony has a problem with that - well…” he gulped, putting on the bravest face he could muster. “They’re going to have to talk to me about it.”

Her hair stood on end as she gazed down upon him. “I…I’m not sure -”

“Listen,” he interjected, “don’t tell me you wouldn’t be an incredible mom - you would, I can tell. I’ll do my best to be the greatest darn dad in Equestria - no, the entire world. Celestia, I love you more than anypony and I want you to be my Princess forever and ever - if that means starting a family and looking over you and our little colt or filly, that’s what I’ll do.”

The conviction of his words struck her like a ton of bricks, leaving her speechless. She’d fully expected him to fly into a panic attack or go crying to his mother, yet he’d done neither. Though he may have been a colt in a number of ways, being young, excitable, and immature about a great many things, she’d sold him short. At his core, he was more of a stallion than she could have ever guessed.

Rocked to her core by his assertion, she was taken aback when he leaned in, closed his eyes, and locked lips with her. The kiss he gave her wasn’t fleeting, not merely a simple affectionate peck, and further cemented what he’d said. He truly did love and care for her, quite possibly more than anypony ever had in her preternaturally long life, and she felt the same way for him.

“B…Button,” she stammered, pressing a forehoof to his chest and pushing him away. “Are y…you sure about this? Being a father is a huge responsibility.”

“I know,” he sighed, peeking down at her belly once again, “but I’m not doing this just for me or for you - I’m doing it for them…”

A shiver shot through her as he spoke. Long neglected parts of her mind activated, instincts she didn’t realize she even had, and her pulse began to race. He may have been small and a fraction of her age, his life spanning mere moments compared to how long she’d walked upon the earth of Equestria, yet he’d done something no pony ever had - he won her heart. A warmth blossomed deep inside her, leading her to fidget in place.

While she hadn’t mentioned it earlier, given the pressing nature of her visit, her pregnancy wasn’t the only thing that had been occupying her thoughts since she’d left. She wasn’t sure if it was due to him tapping into her amorous side, the life which was blossoming within her, or some combination of the two, but it was like her marish impulses had gone into overdrive ever since he’d left. When she hadn’t been fretting about what to do with herself and their lovefoal, her mind wandered into all manner of salacious, wholly licentious waters.

Her eyelids fluttered as he gave her a second, far more passionate kiss. His tongue forced its way past her lips and into her muzzle, drawing a soft groan from her. Ancestors forgive her - whether he fully understood it or not, he had her wrapped around her hoof. With but a passionate kiss, he’d brought an ache to her loins! Folding her wings around him, pulling him close, she returned his affection.

She could have stayed like that forever, making out with him in his room, had he not shot back and glanced downward. Following his gaze, she started when she saw her teats leaking milk to the floor. Her breasts had been sore for the last week or so, almost painfully tender to the touch, yet she would never have fathomed it was because she was on the cusp of lactating!

“That’s so hot,” he mutely gasped, heedless or ignoring the strand of saliva connecting his lips to hers.

Getting her hooves under herself, she stood. “You…you like them?”

“Like them?” he exclaimed, scrambling to his hooves. “I love them. You had big boobies before, but now they’re just - oh wow - they’re amazing.”

She felt her cheeks darken as she looked back at herself. It was no secret to her or the castle’s staff that she’d been putting on a good bit of weight recently, having heard maids and guards alike whispering about her when they thought she couldn’t hear them, and her self-esteem had suffered for it. She’d tried - heavens above, she’d tried to mind her figure for centuries, attempting different diets and exercise plans, yet none had worked to slim her down. Now that she had a bun in the oven, she felt sure she’d only get bigger as time went on.

Reaching out with a trembling hoof, Button caught himself and pulled his leg back. “Can I touch them?”

“If you’d like,” she quietly answered, bashfully looking away.

He’d likely missed her as much as she missed him, quite possibly getting off to the memories of all the wildly lustful things they’d done to - with one another, so it would have been impossible for her not to let him indulge his curiosity about the changes she’d been going through - at least that’s what she told herself. Spying his colossal stallionhood dangling beneath him, she arched her back and lifted a hind leg for him. As she balanced on three hooves, her blush deepening from showing herself off, she yelped in surprise when something warm and soft pressed against her bosoms.

“They’re so huge,” he reverently noted to himself, burying his face in the cavernous valley of her bust.

Biting her bottom lip, sensing her tail starting to flag, she flapped her wings to steady herself. “C…careful, they’re rather tender.”

Button freed his face and scrunched his snout, feeling a rivulet of milk run down his cheek. “Probably because they’re so full! I can - um - I might be able to help…”

“How could you possibly - Nnnnnnm!” she moaned as a wave of pleasure shot through her.

Unable to control himself, more turned on than - well, since his last roll in the hay with her, he dipped his head, locked his lips around her nipple, and began to nurse. As sweet, creamy milk washed over his palate, his stallionhood jerked and swelled in size. It was strange - he understood what breasts were for, that they were meant to feed foals, but something about sucking on her huge, heavy udder got him super worked up.

Swinging one foreleg back, he absentmindedly rubbed his length with a forehoof. Her hushed groans and trembling did nothing to slow him down, fueling the fires of his desire to be with her. It may have been true that he was still anxious about the news about him being a dad, terrified and excited in equal measure, yet he somehow knew everything was going to be alright - as long as he and the Princess were there for one another, they’d find happiness together.

He swallowed down mouthful after mouthful of rich dairy, stroking himself all the while, she awkwardly lowered her hind leg and shuffled to the side. Yearning for more, following her with his head, his lips unlatched from her bosom with a soft pop. As his thoughts cleared, realizing he’d gone from simply wanting to help to succumbing to his libido, he looked over at her face and froze.

She’d been flustered before, but now - now she was in an even more pitiful state. Sweat beaded her brow, her nostrils flared with her every breath, and a bead of saliva had crept past her lips to dangle from her chin. On one hoof, it was a bit of a relief to see he wasn’t alone in grappling with his lust - on the other, he felt genuinely bad that he’d inadvertently teased her and while enjoying himself.

Glancing over at his bed, he was stricken with an idea. She was a guest - a royal guest and soon to be the mother of his foal, but a guest all the same, so it would have been unforgivably rude not to treat her as such. Trotting over and hopping up on his mattress, he rolled onto his back and waved her over to himself.

“Want me to make you feel good?” he bluntly asked, smirking over at her.

She chuckled for a moment and shrugged. “I’d be lying if I said no.”

“Good,” he noted with a nod. Grabbing a pillow and pulling it under his head, he reclined. “Come over here and sit on me.”

“I…I beg your pardon?” she croaked.

He pushed himself up to peer over at her. “Come over here and sit on my face!” he repeated. “You traveled all the way here to see me, you’re probably tired, and you deserve to be comfortable! It makes sense ~ doesn’t it?”

Her eyes shot to the floor as she considered his proposal. The memory of what his little tongue could do had gotten her off on a number of occasions, but it wouldn’t be right to simply sit on him and let him eat her out ~ would it? Biting her lower lip, she looked over to the bed and wondered if the relatively small piece of furniture could support the two of them.

“Are…are you absolutely sure?” she pressed as her lascivious appetite overpowered her better judgment.

Resting his head on the pillow, he grinned. “You can play with me while you’re on me.”

Thinking fondly of the times she’d used her magic to please him, surrounding his stallionhood with her aura, she turned and placed one hoof on his mattress. Buck it - he’d asked her to do it, his bed looked sturdy enough, and the opportunity to have some fun with him was too good to pass up. Cautiously stepping up and onto the mattress, hearing the frame creak under her, she steadily turned around, swung a hind leg over his head, and carefully lowered her rear.

“Just tell me if it’s too much,” she quietly insisted.

“Yup,” he numbly stated, too awestruck by the sight of her titanic tush to have heard her.

He swore he’d had wet dreams about this, his field of vision filled by the fattest, juiciest butt in all of Equestria. The white of her coat clashed with the dark, meaty lips of her sex and her pink, succulent depths, but that wasn’t the best part - the best part was the steady droplets of thick, viscous nectar dripping down on his face. To see her aroused would have been incredible in and of itself, yet knowing she was turned on because of him made him feel like a true stallion.

The weight of her backside pushed him into the mattress, pinning him in place while jamming her sex against his snout, as the warmth of her sorcery surrounded his stallionhood. He couldn’t have cared less about her stroking him off, merely offering as an afterthought, but he wasn’t going to complain - heck, he was actually pleased with himself for coming up with the idea! Filling his lungs with her scent, his mouth already starting to water, he buried his muzzle in her marehood and began eating her out.

She shivered from the bottom of her hooves to the tip of her horn as he made good on his offer. He’d only stayed with her for a weekend in Canterlot, but she’d been sure to tutor him heavily on how to pleasure a mare on his visit. Swinging her hips back, giving him easier access to her clit, she peeked down at his towering cock.

Had he been a bit larger, she would have gleefully draped herself on him and swabbed her throat with his stallionhood - regrettably, his diminutive size made certain positions basically impossible. Using her sorcery as a hand of sorts, tenderly squeezing and massaging his shaft, she contentedly sighed. Some day, if things really did work out between them, she’d be able to do more with him - for now, she was happy to make due and look forward to the joys of a bigger, more robust Button Mash in her future.

“Oh Button,” she throatily groaned, trembling atop him.

Though he did reply, she couldn’t fathom what he’d said - not that it mattered too much. With her marehood essentially muzzling him, her joy of sharing another intimate moment with him eclipsed her worries and woes. He truly was an amazing colt, simply one of a kind, and she hadn’t the slightest shred of doubt that he’d grow into a tall, studly stallion someday. Her grasp on his dick tightened, sorcerously stimulating him, as she watched a bead of pre-cum form at the tip of his length.

Button’s eyes rolled to the back of his head while he feasted on her. He had to tilt his head back whenever he needed a breath, bringing his nose to her soft, pulsing backdoor. There wasn’t a part of her that didn’t smell good, but her tush - holy cow, the aroma of her tush and marehood sent him into a frenzy. Filling his lungs and clutching her flanks, his forelegs spread wide, he sheathed his snout in her sweltering depths.

He couldn’t see her - heck, he could barely hear her, but he could tell that he was making good on his promise. Her canal spasmed and contracted around him while her magic jacked him off, spurring him on and filling him with determination. So help him, he was going to make her forget all about her troubles and prove he was worthy of her love.

Giving as good as she got, Celestia could practically feel her resolve starting to crumble. The fact that she was even considering bringing their passionate bout to an end, pining to have him mount her, was a testament to how badly she needed him - still, she fended off her wanton urges. Though she was a nigh-immortal Princess, her desires didn’t supersede his wants.

She sent more power to her horn, fighting through the blissful haze that clouded her thoughts, and used her sorcery to tenderly fondle and knead his plump, weighty balls. She was sure he’d gotten himself off plenty of times in her stead, yet the notion that he’d saved his seed for her, waiting to fill her with his virile essence, was what ultimately drove her past the breaking point. Leaning forward and shakily standing, she freed his face from her nethers, peeked back at him, and caught him just as he scrambled up and pounced on her.

His attack was so sudden and unexpected that it genuinely took her off guard. She crashed forward, her chest slammed to the mattress while her lower-half stayed upright. It would have been almost impossible for an older stallion to get the jump on her, but he’d put his diminutive frame and youthful zeal to their fullest potential. Throwing her back, she howled as his lips wrapped around her clit.

The second Button had sensed her starting to move, he’d been overcome with a blinding compulsion to keep pleasuring her. She was his mare, his and his alone, and she was going to learn he was just as capable as somepony twice her age. As he stood on his hind legs and focused completely on the sensitive little bud of her marehood, he was serenaded by her rapturous braying and mewling.

“B…Button - Oh buck!” she yowled.

Her body refused to obey her, she couldn’t move a muscle, and she genuinely thought she may be going mad. Moments from cumming, forced to the brink, a stunning revelation dawned on her. This wasn’t just carnal pleasure, some paltry fleshly joy - no, this was the sensation of being conquered. He’d said he was going to make her his mare, but it wasn’t until that moment that she fully understood what he’d meant.

As the piece of the puzzle fell into place, she came - she came harder than she’d ever cum in her life. Her voice rang through his room, echoing off the walls around them, while she baptized him with her nectar. The understanding that he was making her his elevated the climax by an order of magnitude, robbing her of all strength, and she nearly blacked out because of it.

Absolutely coated in her amorous juices, looking like he’d just hopped out of a shower, Button reared back and heaved air into his chest. His each and every sense was overwhelmed by her, making it impossible to think, yet his rut-lust was far from finished. He reached out, patted her flank, and prompted her to shudderingly look back at him.

“Roll over,” he intoned, slapping his stallionhood against his belly.

Her eyes widened and shot from his face to his endowment. She listed to the side, falling to the mattress with a resounding Pomf, and kicked her legs into the air. He’d given her an order, his dick was rock-hard, and it was as clear as day where his intentions lie. With a loud grunt, struggling to move, she reached down, took her fetlocks in her hooves, and presented herself for him in the most unseemly way possible.

“Do it,” she rasped, her upturned marehood winking and quivering, “take me. Make me your mare!”

They’d fucked in more positions than she could count in the Canterlot castle, doing the deed on furniture and the floor alike, yet she’d refrained from letting him have sex with her in the missionary position - not because she was worried that it would feel bad, but because she was concerned that it would feel too good. Even with the disparity of their sizes, the shape and enormity of his endowment would almost assuredly ruin her for anypony other than him - a fear which no longer mattered.

He scampered over and flung himself upon her. His forehooves gripped the chub of her inner thighs while he kissed the head of his cock to her entrance. There was still time for her to change her mind, to bring the tryst to an end, yet she’d never wished for anything more than to feel him filling her. Peering down and locking eyes with him, she nodded and gave her consent.

It took everything he had not to hilt her in a single move, but he was somehow able to control himself. Driving his hips forward, he glanced down his chest and watched his length disappear into her. The dark flesh of his shaft clashed with the bare, lightly colored skin of her marehood as he stretched her open. The sight of his stallionhood sinking into her was easily the hottest thing he’d ever seen, making his heart beat harder and faster than ever.

He continued in spite of her blissful groans, only stopping when his thick medial ring bumped against her lower lips. She’d practically begged him to have sex with her, having gone so far as to ask him to take her right then and there, though her plea had tapped into something dormant - an intoxicating feeling that was totally new - the taste of power. Backing away slightly, drawing a whimper from her, he smirked.

“You want it…?” he muttered.

“Yes!” she wailed, her vice-like grip on him tightening. “More than anything, yes!”

With a small, victorious snort, he thrust into her. Her delighted shriek was music to his ears, the way she quivered around him was incredible, and the small gush of her nectar was all the encouragement he needed to pull back, steady himself, and start humping away at her in earnest. His cock felt just as good as he remembered - better in fact, and he basked in her splendor.

The bed creaked and groaned, jostling forward and back while he pounded into her, while the sounds of their enjoyment filled the air. If it hadn’t been for the spell she’d cast over his room, muting any noise they made to anypony outside, there was a very real chance that Cream Heart, as well as the neighbors, would know exactly what she was doing with him - fortunately for the both of them, she’d had the forethought to account for that. Giving themselves to one another, they became one.

Celestia thrashed her head from side to side, drooling over herself, while her breasts swayed and dribbled milk over her sides and belly. As her tiara clattered to the floor, falling from the bed, she couldn’t help but muse on the state she was in. The most influential and long-lived Princess in the history of Equestria was being utterly dominated by a peasant colt like some common whore.

The taboo of their passion, the sensation of being so unbelievably filled with cock, and the fact that she was being subjugated were too much to bear. Her back arched and she released her hind legs as she was wracked with another mind-bending orgasm. Even before her ecstasy had peaked, robbing her of the ability to think, she could sense herself rebounding and soaring toward a third, potentially even more powerful climax.

She kicked her legs out and locked her forelegs around his pistoning hips, drawing him in with his every plunge. The cycle of pleasure was the definition of insanity, making her delirious with pleasure, yet she yearned for more. While she couldn’t understand it - heck, she could only just comprehend that it was happening at all, some sliver of her wanted him to break her.

Growling and setting his jaw, Button plowed her like she was a fertile field in spring. He knew she was pregnant, she’d admitted it and he’d seen the signs himself, but he was going to make good and gosh darned sure she would be the mother of his foal - no, foals. As soon as he’d given her an heir, he would give her a second and maybe even a third - enough to start a real royal family and ensure their lineage was held.

Each plunge sent him deeper into her, his medial ring bludgeoning its way inside, until the tip of his length was pummeling her womb. He may have been young, but he knew this was where he belonged, what he was supposed to do, so he held nothing back. Bringing his forehooves forward, releasing her thighs, he grabbed and lightly pulled upon her teats.

She flexed her legs and pulled him to herself, coating him with yet more of her marish spunk, while she screamed to the heavens. He had to fight to withdraw from her, but he kept rutting her with everything he had. If she hadn’t already fallen for him, she would after he pumped another load of foal-batter into her.

Seconds stretched into minutes and longer still, yet he didn’t slow - in fact, his pace only quickened. Slick with sweat and her juices, he found himself at an impasse. His endurance was waning, so he was left with two options: he could either attempt to pull out and paint her with his spunk or he could breed her again - without the slightest bit of hesitation, he chose the latter.

“C…Celestia,” he snarled, his eyes clamped shut.

“Inside!” she implored.

“Celestia,” he said again, peeking up to her face with a single eye, “I…I love you!”

“I love you too!” she roared, her words heralding a cataclysmic climax.

They came in tandem, his seed flowing into her like a mighty river while her nectar flowed from around his throbbing stallionhood. As their bodies went still, quaking and spasming, they looked to one another. Without saying a word, they realized they were meant to be together.

“I - Cough I love you too,” she eventually repeated, reaching out to caress his mane with a wing.

He beamed and draped himself over her belly, imagining the life they’d created. “I promise I’ll do everything I can to make you happy…”

“I know,” she sighed, slipping her feathers under his chin. “And you’ll make a wonderful father.”

Losing themselves to the moment, in spite of the mess they’d made, they savored the bond they’d begun to forge. There was much to do, the news of her foal to be broken and plans to be laid, but those could wait - for the time being, all they needed was to be with each other. Little did they know, not everypony was ignorant to what they’d done.

Lurking just outside, concealed by illusory magic, a mare peeked through the window while furiously rubbing her snatch. A dark, ethereal mane flowed from her head and flagged tail, her chest heaved as she panted, and her eyes never strayed from the display within the tiny chamber while her hoof and magic brought her one orgasm after another. She wasn’t angry with what she’d witnessed, though she made a silent vow to herself to find a mate as capable as the little brown coat - after all, if her sister could find such a wondrous paramour, why couldn’t she…?