Post-(Do)Nut Clarity

by Vis-a-Viscera

Rating: mature
Tags: Somnambula, Slice of Life, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Flash Magnus, Romance, Porn, Sex, Fetish
Length: 8872

Somnambula's estrus-fueled snack attack hits a snag due to Flash Magnus—only for a sticky shag to follow right after.

Sometimes it's how long you can stay above your cravings that can make or break you. Just ask Somnambula, who's been trying to beat two forms of heat lately—and the inner type's taking the lead for seed. Thankfully she has an estrus-evading pick-me-up in some succulent frosted donuts. Problem is, the last one got pilfered by the visiting Flash Magnus. And the trial Somnambula purses to get it back might not be one she'll be yelling on the rooftops about—coherently, anyways.

Pic credit goes to Blues64 and TheBigBadWolf01, tagged 2434091 on Derpibooru. Thanks to ArDee for editing!

KINK WARNING: F x M ♦ Oral ♦ Vaginal ♦ Breast/Cock Worship ♦ Lactation ♦ Rough Sex ♦ Foodplay ♦ Impregnation ♦ Estrus ♦ Teasing/Edging ♦ Multiple Positions/Orgasms

Published 2023-05-31 20:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2023-05-31 20:20:01 UTC

Pillar of the Cummunity

Author's Note

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Pillar of the Cummunity

“And that should be all, my good friends! Remember the stretches beforehand, and we shall re-convene here tomorrow afternoon.”

As the ponies assorted before Somnambula filtered out of the room, she took the opportunity to suck in some deeper breaths. The class before her had come so far in opening their minds into the Ways of Peace she'd laid out. Had it been so long since Somnambula's heart had soared in joy seeing how much they trusted the ones next to them, whether they were ponies, minotaurs, or griffins?

For a second, Somnambula’s mind flashed back to that purple alicorn she’d met, and how her friends stood through her thick and thin. Perhaps Equestia’s ground was simply more fertile to the lessons of friendship. Not that Somnambula hadn’t sown so much in her own time before… well, all the whirlwind of emotion that had brought.

Still, it was so nice for the wind to be at her back now.

As the last person left, Somnambula rolled her shoulders, giggling a little at another thing she’d not be so eager to reveal to those meditators; how her rack bobbed under her clothing. Curtains of creamy-white silk flowed over her chest, thighs, and arms, the material like a second skin to the mare. Somnambula always appreciated how the light wear stood up against the heat of her homeland. But more than that, she loved how it felt on her sun-kissed skin, her eyes fluttering shut as her nipples scraped against the fabric.

More for curiosity than anything else, Somnambula moved a thumb to her nipple, pushing against the hardening nub.

Immediately a bolt of molten heat shot through Somnambula’s body, making her squirm delightfully on the couch. Just as soon, however, it was overcome with a wave of shame. Goodness, was Somnambula still this sensitive to being touched?

And why did her mind so desperately hope that she’d get more contact like this?

Somnambula pulled a thumb between her lips like it’d been burned, sucking lightly on it—another habit that the Somnambula in her head chided her for. Then she hauled herself up from her mat, taking it under her slim arm soon after.

That reaction made it official; her control was slipping. Somnambula had taken a heavy risk as it was, doing this class in heat. The incense and fragrances Meadowbrook had provided had kept down her libido rather well the past weeks. But apparently, those burning sticks in the corners of her room were waning in effectiveness,

“Maybe I just… need to rely on a Pillar bit more?” she wondered. Her mind drifted to—no. Not yet. Somnambula had refrained from visiting Flash Magnus while she was in estrus for exactly this reason.

Even if he was an amazing tease…

…And even if Stygian’s redemption made them see so much in each other…

…And even if she’d taken the chance that sweltering desert night, when…

Somnambula shook her head furiously. Curse it all,she’d take a thousand Sphinx trials over this libidinous pull on her mind. But her dregs of sanity compelled her to see things through. She’d just return to her house, get into a nice cold shower, and chow down on a few of those wonderful circular pastries that that dear pink pony—Pinkie Pie, was it?—had sent her.

With her heart at a far more G-rated pleasure buzz, Somnambula spread her wings. Goodness, those sweets were so good. She didn’t know what she’d do in these trying times without them. Especially the sprinkles; they seemed to have the right blend of spice to excite her tongue.

How far Equestria had come since her time, indeed.

“Okay, where is it?!”

Anger never came easy to Somnambula, and she’d spent so much of her life wondering if it would ever come at all. Her encounter with such daring, dreadful beings as the Sphinx and the Pony of Shadows was part of how her harmonious personality came about; enemies that either were too big or too magic-fueled for her to win with anger and hoof strikes. Nay, smarts and a steady stride were what opened most of the doors in Somnambula’s storybook life.

Of course, it also followed the goal of being well-predicted or easily located, a confidence of circumstance that Somnambula had gotten used to.

So to see it fall apart as Somnambula shot her third accusing look to her refrigerator—her open, listing, dessert-less refrigerator—was as absurd as it was aggravating. The only other pony who spent time in her house was Ironhoof, and he’d been called to Ponyville the day before. And Pinkie Pie had given her this cooling apparatus too, just to make sure her donut stash would stay fresh for times like this, where her thighs burned with the need for contact and her schedule was free to kick back and relax.

So who, oh who, could have taken her last pastry?

Somnambula’s eyes darted to the door as it rasped open. There was still the issue of the kitchen walls finding her view, but she knew when her place had been entered. The chime of her doorbells as they tinkled together was unmistakable.

“Ironhoof, is that you?” She asked maybe a bit too sweetly, her voice a smidgen too high-pitched with the danger brimming beneath. But her hands still burned against the handle of her clearly-raided fridge in a silent reminder of why she had such irritation in her.

Somepony had gotten into her possessions.

Somepony had taken her last donut, with the spicy sprinkles and creamy filling that blended so well with every chew.

And somepony would learn, right now, about so flagrantly breaching basic etiquette—

“Oh, Somna? Is that you—I was wondering if Ironhoof’s directions were right.”

Somna’s upset air disappeared as she almost doubled over in shock. That rich, determined baritone, her name evoked in a form that only he was permitted to call her; it could only be one stallion.

“F-Flash Magnus?” Somnambula squeaked.

“The one and only?” And Somnambula swore she could taste the hearty chuckle in Magnus’ voice. “Sorry for popping up so fast, but you’d been so evasive. It’ll be the last I dwell in your lodgings without notice, that I can promise you.“

Somnambula both wanted to sharply hold him to that promise and beg him to never leave. Even from several rooms away, his rich aroma seemed to freeze the Pillar pegasus mare to the spot. Mocha, just like the drinks he had made a habit of swigging down thanks to Somnambula. Polishing oil, from the set of armor he never seemed to take off (well, almost never, as Somnambula had seen in one particularly memorable case.) And above it all, the faint hint of…

…fragrant frosting?

Oh, Somnambula’s mood had taken a swift shellacking again. “Magnus!” she asked, her voice crisp and echoing. “Were you hungry making your way over here from so far away?”

“Oh, well…” Magnus responded. “I am a bit thirsty, Somna. But I assure you I don’t have to eat now; seeing your face again is nourishment enough.”

Originally this would have been the moment Somnambula bounded over to hug Flash Magnus; his tone had gotten a lot more playful. It reminded Somnambula so much of the games they used to play, both before and after the Pony of Shadows stormed into and out of their lives. Some of their games were more… thrilling than others.

But Somnambula’s hooves did not move an inch now. Her eyes stayed locked on the box lying innocently in her fridge, the vast emptiness still taunting her within its pastel cover. And her resolve, burning brightly enough in her chest to make her breaths short, only grew.

“That so?” she taunted, readying her kill shot. “And would ‘my face’ be the chaser for a heaping helping of strawberry frosting, perhaps?”

“W-what do you mean?”

Oh, no way was Magnus getting away with that stammer. “My pastry, Magnus!” Somnambula cried, slamming the fridge with far more force than intended. “My last pastry! I was saving it for when I got back from my classes! And only one pony could have taken it!”

Silence reigned so heavily that Somnambula worried she’d made Magnus faint. Of course, that gave way to indignancy, a roiling sense of wrongness that had ruled her day ever since she’d opened that fridge for her well-deserved treat and found nothing but air.

But what Flash Magnus said next rocked the silk-clad Pillar to her very core.

”I promise you, Somna, I didn’t eat it.”

Somnambula’s ears perked, surprised at the denial. He had to know there were no other possible suspects, right? Most ponies in this town would sooner lop off their arms than reach it to her doorknob with wicked intent. Yet Magnus, supposedly the noblest Pillar of all… just lied?

“But…” she stammered. “But there’s nopony else, Magnus. Who else could it be but you that took my donut? Why deny such a thing when the truth would be so much better.”

Magnus’ voice returned, a bit of a huskier tilt to it now. “Oh, hey now,“ he said. “I tell no lies, Somna. You know that.”

So he had said during that hot Saddle Arabian night. So she had learned, both during that amazing night and after, when he’d brokered a treaty between them and the Royal Guard. But now? Somnambula wasn’t so sure. “Then explain yourself, Magnus. Please.”

“I just said that I hadn’t eaten your donut,” Magnus responded. “Not that I hadn’t taken it.”

“But…” The question died on Somnambula’s lips. What was Magnus playing at this time? Why take her donut—her gooey, opulent, perfectly crafted donut—and not eat it?

Certainly, she was happy about that.

Yet there was something she was missing in Magnus’ actions. And she vowed to find out what.

Relenting at last, Somnambula followed them to where Magnus’ voice had trickled from, down the short hallways of her house. Her heart, while not in her throat, was beating so loud that she could hear it. She wanted answers but wasn’t sure she’d floss them out this time.

But her jaw dropped like a waterfall when she turned into her dining room and found the wayward hoplite.

Magnus always cut an imposing figure before; the fringe on his helmet and his prize-winning grin had been proof of that. But here, in this low-ceilinged lodging, he looked like a marble carved from pure amber. The amber light cast upon him only served to make him look more mouthwatering, brought by candles Somnambula had originally lit to fight against the creeping evening darkness.

What was weird about this encounter—what made Somnambula’s mind almost shatter at the sight of it—was twofold. The first was the lost donut of hers, fully intact and pinched between Magnus’ waving fingers like a golden nugget. And the second was that, save for a scandalously short banner wound around his sinewy waist, there wasn’t a shred of clothing on him. Magnus’ chest and legs were only full display, lightly scarred yet bulging muscles shamelessly present for Somnambula to drink in.

As for Magnus' expression, he had far more raw intent gleaming behind that sly smile than just a simple fridge-raiding mishap. Mischief was just so shocking to see on this legendary stallion’s face… or at least, it would be for anypony besides Somnambula.

Nay, she simply cocked a hip and spoke. “I… did not think you’d dress down this much to see me, Magnus.”

Magnus nodded. “I had time to change. Not the only one, either; you look stunning.”

Somnambula, despite her mind screaming at the ego infecting it, looked down. Only a flowing black robe protected her from the humid air; beneath it, she’d traded in her silk gown for even more risque red wrappings. The shimmering satin only barely kept her nipples from view, the swells of her mammaries over them reminding her of overripe cantaloupes.

She wouldn’t dare say it out loud, but she had Prince Hisan to thank for this sleepwear. It almost made her wonder just what favor that great royal was hoping to gain with it.

Nevertheless, it seemed Hisan’s expense was her—and Magnus’—gain.

“Again… thank you,” Somnambula continued. “But you should go, Magnus; without that donut, of course, though I thank you for not indulging in it. It’s not safe for you currently, and—”

“Your longing to be ridden hard and put away wet is precisely why I have to be here.”

Somnambula knuckled a hand into her jaw to keep it from dropping again. “Okay, when and how?” Then her eyes narrow. “Did Ironhoof let this slip? By the gods, I—”

“—He didn’t, don’t worry.” Magnus sheepishly stammered. “Only had some words about how red-faced and weak-kneed you got around him. And he’s already married to his ship and crew, so I guessed you and him were just frequent visitors.” Then, Magnus glanced a look at the jewels dripping off every wall of the dining room. “Plus, half this town worships the steps you saunter on. I was just the one brave enough to go past them.”

Somnambula had to admit… that was a valid point. It wasn’t like she was that hard to find. But with her schedule, with her lewdness-wracked mind, with all the procedures she’d undertaken to keep it in check—maybe she hadn’t been as vigilant as she’d wanted to be. Regardless… “You do know just how much is at stake if I… if I get…”

“What, Somna? Plowed? Bred? Stuffed to bursting with seed?” Somnambula didn’t know why she wasn’t blushing up a storm at Magnus’ words. Maybe the heat was still plaguing her. Or perhaps, the smoldering eye-lock Magnus had on her was more than any one night of passion could break. “I am no unwitting foal, neither are you. I came to help. Or am I truly not needed?”

Somnambula shifted from one hip to another, unsure of how to respond. Her eyes focused on that donut still bobbing between Magnus’ fingers like it was a hypnotist’s pendulum. “And just w-what makes you think you are so reviled?”

A breathy sigh blew from between Magnus’ teeth. “Nothing. Nothing, it seems.” Now it was time for him to cross his legs, still perched against the wall as he was. His sash drooped a bit lower, and Somnambula almost choked out a gap at how much of his rippling hip dents and abs it revealed. “So, what do you want to do now? Much as I do love staring into your eyes…”

Somnambula didn’t know how she fought back the tidal wave of ‘you’ responses that stranded at her vocal cords. Nevertheless, she did.

“That donut, if you don’t mind. It was given to me by a friend. I can get some more food and drink for you too if you wish.” Somnambula then motioned to the knee-high table between them, an offering she expected Magnus would take.

But he didn’t shift from his perch. Instead, Magnus brought the pastry—Somnambula’s pastry—daringly close to his lips. Somnambula worked her lip between her teeth at the display. “What, this?” he mischievously said.

“Yes, Magnus. That,” Somnambula huffed, proudly standing her ground, uncaring about how much it thrust her prominent chest out to the male Pillar’s view. She just needed that donut in her now, before her urges called for something creamier to gobble down.

“Wow, Somna. It does seem like you’ve got it bad for these sweets.” Again that donut drifted closer to Magnus’ lips, and again, his lips pursed. Almost on the verge of nibbling on its impossibly flaky crust. “Are they that great to eat?”

The next words from Somnambula dropped like anvils, despite the sweet succor she layered them with. “The best.”

“Still… I’m not sure I should let you have it.” Magnus said. “Who knows how long it’ll keep you up tonight?“

“Don’t you worry about how restless I’ll be, Magnus.”

“I can’t help it, Somna.” Wasn’t that the truth; even now, Somnambula could see the concern flash in Magnus’ eyes. But only for a second, and then the smoking hot stare he had on the silk-sheathed Pillar was back on. “Maybe a little quid pro quo is in order, then.”

Somnambula could feel a spike of desire making her breath hitch. Magnus was playing a dangerous game, and she was fast losing the resolve to pull his fingers off the board.

“Name it, then,” she dared him, her wings flaring a little.

Magnus gave one last look at the donut still in his hand, then finally lowered it to his waist. “Okay then. Let’s see how comfortable you can get, then. Take off that robe.”

It was a testament to how sensually charged the room’s air was that Somnambula only responded by fluttering her eyelashes.

“Is this it, Magnus? It seems so… uncouth to make me undress for something you took.” Then, a devious smile. “My dear thief.”

“Well, it’s only fair,” Magnus replied, his eyes narrowing slyly. “I’ve shown you mine, haven’t I?”

Somnambula, even now, was not a fool. Her mind might have been full of ways she could steal that bite back from Magnus with her tongue, but she knew what it was Magnus was playing her into. Her pussy ached for what stirred underneath that sorry strip of clothing he sported, and she knew only the sugary goodness of that donut would chase away her perverted pangs.

So, Somnabmula conceded. After all, it wasn’t the first time; maybe she could have some fun with this session, too, even with an audience of one.

“Ugh. You’re so terrible,” she tittered, the shine of her tender smile letting Magnus know it was only in jest. Then, her hands went to the hem of her night robe, not even bothering with the knot at her waist as she flicked her shoulders past.

Slowly, the curtain of black lace drifted down her body, revealing the rest of Somnambula’s nightwear. Beyond the sash of deep red that stuck down from a rope band around her waist like a tongue, the mare had nothing beneath. Her tits bobbed even further in their satin cushions, the slightest hint of her aroused nipples making her and Magnus suck in a breath. To top it all off, her belly button was just as decorated as her headdress, an elaborate web of silver bangles and gold rings forming another makeshift belt around her waist.

“So, Magnus? Is this enough?” she purred, cocking her voluptuous hips and adoring how they caught both the candlelight and Magnus’ eyes with every rotation.

“Always has been,” Magnus breathed back. A bulge that was once pulsing beneath his own clothing was now making a wonderfully visible tent. “But maybe a little more, Somna. I’m sure I can take it.”

‘By Luna’s labia, you sure can take me,’ Somnambula didn’t say. Instead, she jutted a finger at the donut still listing in Magnus’ grip. Even if Magnus had forgotten what started this striptease, the mare hadn’t. Little as she objected to showing more skin to this gloriously ripped Pillar.

”Seems you already have a sweet, hm?” she said, her voice husky and suggestive.

“I mean, I always do have a knack for being ready for seconds,” More firelight poured over Magnus’ six-pack as he shrugged, those twitching pips of muscle almost begging for Somnambula’s tongue.

But that pink organ stayed batting over Somnambula’s bottom lip, as she hooked a finger under one of her dress’s straps. “You do know this means war, right?” she sassed. “Thief boy?”

“Maybe,” Magnus said. “But you first.”

Somnambula was sure she could swim in those dark pools of Magnus’ eyes now. With her gaze still flicking between that succulent pastry and Magnus’ rugged face, she tugged the strap of her dress over her shoulder. Her hand swiftly pulled up to rest over her darkened areola, making Magnus bare his teeth in barely hidden need.

Served him right.

Hugging her breasts to herself, Somnambula turned so her hip was pointing right at Magnus, arching her leg as she tilted herself back. She shot Magnus a sultry grin, a promise wrapped in a package of ruby-red brushstrokes and soft, peachy planes of fur.

Magnus’ free hand slapped over his crotch, a grunt spilling from his mouth before he could catch himself.

Somnambula would have laughed if she wasn’t riding on a lewd high of her own. The other strap of her nightwear was soon flicked off, more of her flawless body revealing itself to Magnus from the spilling satin. Magnus followed its descent like the waves to an oasis, his grip on her dessert tightening.

Well, Somnambula couldn’t have that. There were treats on the line here, it just wouldn’t do to have the cream squeezed out of it before her teeth could do that!

“Magnus, you okay?”

The pegasus stallion was nearly drunk with desire, as he flashed a watery grin at her. “Never… better…” he panted.

“Oooh, I hope not. Lawbreakers shouldn’t feel that relaxed against a Pillar,” Somnambula’s lust-thick voice may as well have set Magnus’ ears aflame with how stiffly they perked up. “Especially food-takers. Think of how many little… famished… desperate mares that donut could fill right now.”

Magnus’ jaw cast open, his last dregs of sanity flittering away with each exhale. “Bring your thick ass over then, Somna,” he panted, all regalness scored off of his voice. “You’re first in line now.”

Even as Somnambula flicked her dress down to waist-level with a final jut of her hearty rump, it did not move any closer to the cockteased hoplite’s side. Somnambula was stoking her own flames now, all thoughts of resisting her burning urge to tease and tangle with Magnus lost forever.

Now it was the Pillar mare’s turn to lead on her far bulkier guest.

“Oh, but didn’t you want us to be more comfortable, my friend?”

“M-make haste, Somna,” Flash groaned, his delirious grin stretched wide. “I might explode right now… and I d-don’t want to do it anywhere but in you.”

Another rush of wet heat, and suddenly Somnambula’s thighs were soaked with liquid need. “Mmmh-I don’t know if you should have this,“ she said, punctuating what she meant with another exaggerated roll of ‘those’ hips. “Who knows how long it’ll keep you up tonight?”

Magnus’ teeth ground at his own words being thrown back in his face. “Please, Somna!”

“Pfft,” Somnambula brushed him off, her tail flicking cattily over the bunched-up band of her nightwear. “It is only fair that I make you wait a bit to get your treat, hmm, Mister Donut Thief?”

Magnus couldn’t speak, didn’t want to. His eyes were glued to the swell of Somnambula’s delectable ass, perfectly framed by the candlelight. They begged for him to settle in between them, eat them out like cotton candy, plow them until they were as red as the satin cradling those bouncing cheeks.

So he reached down to his loincloth and shoved it down his hips in one rough motion.

Somnambula, almost out of sight of what popped forth from Magnus’ now-bare crotch, whirled around in amorous delight. Flash was packing a whole feast down between his muscle-thick legs, with that throbbing titan of a cock. Veins raced along it in clusters too numerous for Somnambula to count, its blunt base was brimming with pre-cum, and it was almost thicker than the Pillar mare’s fist. It had to be at least a foot of virile, twitching stallion meat, shamelessly out there for Somnambula to ogle.

And she hadn’t even touched it yet.

Well, guess there was a second time for everything.

Somnambula silently slid to her knees, the audible squelch of her greedy pussy making her ears perk up. Then, she slowly crawled around the table, her salivating tongue trailing out of her mouth and ready to wrap around the treat bobbing at Magnus’ waist level.

Both of them.

But the former one, that ever-elusive donut, was soon brought back up, Somnambula barely able to follow it over the ponderous bulge of Magnus’ erection. She whinnied in disappointment, only to shudder out her next exhale with the heady aroma of the hoplites' cock-fragrance. It pounded its way into Somnambula's nostrils, making her sway on all fours as she laid a kiss on his medial ring.

“Come on, Magnuuuus,” Somnambula cooed, staring up at the strained face of her well-hung stallion. “I can snack on both just fine.”

“After… what you did before?” “Oh no, Somna. Now I want those beautiful lips of yours to take this sweet filling—” And Magnus jutted a finger at his girthy fucklog. “—before you taste a drop of your sweet filling.”

Somnambula let out a giggle, craning her head so her lips rested against the blunt tip of Magnus’ rod. “So be it, Mister Thief.” And she opened her mouth wide, taking him in at once.

Okay, to be exact; she only got down the first four inches. Then it was all drooling and gurgling pants as Somnambula tried to swallow down more of the pillar of meat bulging her cheeks. Somnambula was nothing if not determined though, cupping one of her pillowy tits as she continued to swab his shaft.

Curiously, she broke her liplock with his length to see if she could snatch that donut from his hand. No dice; it was still around his finger, and he was looking down at her expectedly.

“C’mon Somna,” he purred, wiggling her treat invitingly. “Time’s ticking, more licking.”

Somnambula shot him a daring glare, as she slipped his cumpipe back past her lips.

“Ah!” she could hear Magnus moan, his hips twitching and his snout flaring to hastily get more air. “There we go….”

Sombambula happily hummed around her mate’s delicious dick, loving how salty its taste was against her tongue. Already, it was swelling in her gullet, getting too big for her to twirl her tongue around without pulling her mouth back. So that was what she did, wrapping a hand around his still-dry base to massage it lovingly as she licked and panted over the tip.

Electricity thrummed steadily through Magnus’ body, his pent-up passion spilling out in every gasp and clench of his free hand. Thankfully, the donut in his other hand was still resting around his index finger, so no fears of it being crushed would be realized. But it didn’t mean he couldn’t knot his free hand into Somnambula’s cropped mane, keeping her latched to his crotch as he ground against her snout.

Somnabula only gave him a throaty wail in response, now being treated to two mouthwatering meatballs below his mammoth member. She bathed them in drool with long laps of her tongue, savoring the thick aroma that hung over them as he frotted his cock against her face. She could feel the drops of his pre-cum staining her headdress smudging her royal blue eyeshadow. Yet she found that she didn’t have the insides to scold this libido-lost stallion towering over her for doing such a thing.

Not when the dick she could feel throbbing on her snout could rearrange her insides instead.

Dragging her tongue over a particularly long vein on Magnus’ fuckpole, Somnabula sighed dreamily at a dollop of pre-cum drizzled over her nostrils in response. Then she blew it away with a snort, shot Magnus a lewd grin, and plunged her mouth on him again. Almost right to the base she went, his medial ring slipping under her lips with a satisfying pop.

“Somna, holy f-FUCK—”

Magnus’ strangled cry made Somnambula’s day, if not her whole week.

Now that she could feel Magnus’ head tapping at the back of her throat, Somnambula no longer needed her hands to keep his stallionhood massaged. So her hands went to her nipples, pinching her pebbled nubs and shivering in the wake of the ecstasy that rocketed through her body. But unlike at her meditation class, Somnambula did not hold back on how they made her feel, a medley of moans working like a vibrator along Magnus’ ponderous prick.

Magnuss hips jerked, sparkling with sweat just like his abs as he tried to get his trenching tool further down Somnambula’s throat. The wet schlickschlickschlicks of Somnambula’s poor throat being reamed soon flooded the room, the candles bouncing dangerously in their cradles from the force both Pillars were using. But neither pony gave one scarab-coated Sphinx shit about that, especially with each other’s sensuous curves to drink in with their eyes.

In seconds, Magnus was close, and Somnambula could feel that burning need brimming under her tongue. Her throat was being endlessly pummeled, almost making her long for oxygen. But the feeling it brought trailing down her spine, along her fingers, into her dripping core was too much to turn away from—even for a second. Her hands were busy as well, her non-tit-clenching hand dipping ferociously beneath her clothing to stroke at her clit. It was a blur at both ends of this pegasus mare as she gyrated and gurgled in Magnus’ clutches.

Then, she heard it. A shuddering sated growl from on high, almost as loud as the dick drilling her. And yet, even hotter than that feeling of being plugged full of stallion-meat. So she reached forward, letting go of her breast to do so, and got those two plum-heavy cumsacs of Magnus’ in her grip.

She wanted every drop of what her sweat-strewn hoplite had churning underneath her palm.

“SomnaaAAAAAA~!”

And Somnambula got it, good and hard. From between and behind her maw, a torrent of heat and liquid basted her gullet, making her throat tremble with the force of Magnus’ release. His seed caked every inch of his fellow Pillar’s throat, balls clenching to unload under the vice-like coaxing of Somnambula’s hand.

Over and over, Somnambula could feel Magnus’ sticky seed plaster her stomach. Slowly she pulled back, no small feat considering how thick he was in her salivating maw. But she needed—no, craved—the taste of that fuckbatter over her tongue. And soon, the mare got that too, as the last ropes of spunk washed over her mouth, running down her red-smudged lips like manna.

And as she basked in that honey-like taste, her legs trembled even harder, her pussy winking under her fingers still pressed harshly against them…

Somnambula could only think of having the cock in her mouth filling every other nook of hers.

This time, Magnus was the pony falling to his knees, his pleasure-wracked body overwhelmed for a brief second. It was more than enough, though, as the pastry he’d been playing keep-away with Somnambula finally slipped off his finger and rolled to a stop on the table behind her. Its sprinkles glittered like firecrackers, Somnambula almost not believing her long-sought dessert was within arm’s reach.

Her joyousness was palpable.

“Mine now,” Somnambula chirped, whirling around to grab the donut and bring it to her mouth.

Only to almost choke on the first bite she took as Magnus clutched two handfuls of her springy flanks. “Mine now.” he huskily retorted, slipping her nightdress down around her knees.

Somnambula only flagged her tail in response, taking another sloppy bite of her pastry as Magnus’ fingers went to work on her rump. He spread her rippling cheeks, drawing a ragged breath of delight at how both of Somnambula’s fuckholes throbbed under his gaze. Then Magnus’ fingers slid over and around her wet slit, his calloused fingertips drawing wanton purrs and wails from Somnambula as she swayed in his grip.

“Comfy?” she moaned, turning back to eye-fuck him from under sooty eyelashes.

Then Magnus slid his dick against the cleft of her ass, and another delirious cry blasted from her lips. “Can’t complain.”

That made two of them. Somnambula didn’t want bickering, she wanted bucking. Her pussy was already slick and scorching from the heat ravaging her body. But every time she felt Magnus’ tool grind against her skin, the torturous throb faded in a flash. She bit into another corner of her donut, and chilly, tongue-tingling cream spewed onto Somnambula’s tongue, making her eyes roll up in bliss.

Thankfully, Magnus had had his fill of not filling the cum-hungry mare reclining before him. He pulled his hips back until his fucklog’s tip was soaking up the juices from Somnambula’s pussy. The heat was already so thick and billowing that he was stunned his cockhead hadn’t melted off. But he was certain that it’d be more than enough to satisfy her, as he finally started sliding his way in.

Somnambula’s hands went still, then pushed hard against the tabletop as she rocked against Magnus. She took up the donut in her mouth, certain it’d be ruined in her hand quite soon. But it just made the moans that echoed around her pastry all the sweeter, to both Pillar ponies’ ears. Between the ramrod breaching her welcoming cunt and the frosting melting on her tongue, Somnambula wasn’t sure what was making her heart skip beats more.

All she knew was that she needed to feel Magnus all around her now.

“Yes, please…” she gasped her back arching salaciously. “Let me feel your heart thrum against mine, Magnus…”

Magnus obeyed at once, leaning forward to mold his chest into Somnambula’s back. Muscle trembled against muscle, and the mare thanked him for it with a shuddering coo. His hips trembled as he tried to slip more of his breeding totem inside, starting to hit an impasse against Somnambula’s tight depths. He almost wanted to rest just like this against Somnambula, like the oblivion creeping around his eyelids lulling him to the wettest dreams ever. A dream with nothing but Somnambula’s lime-like shampoo to soothe his snout.

And her wet, vicelike vagina to snuggle his shaft.

Then his erection slid against a particularly slick pack of nerves inside of his mate’s walls, and Somnambula’s sensual scream shot him back into reality. Her donut fell onto the table again, half-finished and dripping cream onto the wood. But for Somnambula, her sole focus was the fuckstick that had tapped her most precious spot.

“Oh… oh… ohh~!” she panted, her tongue lolling out and eyelids fluttering like mad. “Take me, just like this!”

Magnus let a wicked grin cut into his cheeks. Sliding his hands up to wrap around the glittering bands decorating his fuckmate’s abdomen, he flicked his hips back, then forward. Smoothly, he flossed his thick cock through Somnambula’s insides, finding the ride well worth the wait. And like any ride, Somnambula was happy to scream during it, her core feeling like it was molten magma. Her cunt wrapped tighter around Magnus’ stallionhood in gratitude, making their thighs jiggle in tandem as they clapped into one another’s.

Then Magnus’ arm muscles bunched, and suddenly Somnambula was at an upright kneel, her wings beating futilely against his chest. One of his hands wrapped around the sides of her neck, compressing and massaging the pulse that he felt along her throat. Somnambula’s hips spasmed at that, and another several inches of his fucklog speared through, his medial finally making a loud pop as he finally lodged inside her.

“Mmmh, that’s a really fast heartbeat there. “ Magnus said. “Should I slow down?”

“Don’t you dare!” Somnambula debauchedly squeaked, “Rut me until I can’t walk anymore!”

Magnus’ hands pulled back to Somnambula’s hips, using them as stirrups as he thrust harder into her. The hearty slaps of their flesh colliding reminded him vividly of the times he’d her bathing in the distant past, the sponge she’d used so heavy in her hand, but so intoxicating against her skin. Seeing her rub the scores of soap off her gorgeous, curvy body had been a decisive part of solidifying his resolve to court her.

And now, as then, Magnus found his fingers rubbing circles against Somnambula’s roiling rump. Her assessment seemed to spill around them, yet bounced back to its perfect, bubbly shape whenever he let go. Of course, Magnus had to see just how kind age had been to this scrumptious ass Somnambula had ripping around his ramrod.

With a loud yet sharp crack, he had his answer. It seemed time was all too kind.

“Gods,” Somnambula howled, her pussy gushing in glee as she felt Magnus slap her flank again. Erotic electricity jolted her heart to a new, faster beat, and she turned back to kindly request that the hoplite pegasus screwing her ass raw to never stop doing that.

Only for Magnus to do something even sexier than that, taking her lips in a rough kiss. Their tongues tangled thirstily, the sweet taste of the pasty Somnamubla had taken dancing between their mouths. Drool rolled off their maws in streams, but it only made the moan against each other’s lips more, made Magnus slam his hips against his fuckmate faster, made Somnambula’s pussy milk him harder.

Then Somnambula, in a flurry of whispered curses, came around him.

Immediately, Magnus was sailing away on a waterfall of lust, feeling her juices lather his cock and soak his thighs. It was already a delight to feel this estrus-suffering equine lean against his built frame, but to seed her writhe and wail against him as her essence flooded around him? He needed to see Somnambula come undone again and again, to scream his name, to have her body go into as many fits for him as his mind did so often for her.

He didn’t even know when his wings had flared out, but they were suddenly spread as wide as Somnambula’s legs as he thrust into her weeping gash again. He was still locked into her twat, and his stallionhood ached with the need to orgasm. But now it was him sprawled out over cushiony covers as Somnambula bounced atop his dick.

And by Celestia’s grace, was it fucking amazing to see her back flex and arch as she did her debauched dance upon his cock.

“Oh! Ah! Umph! So good, so gooood~” Somnambula yowled, her thoughts scattered and limbs thrashing as she felt Magnus hammer her pussy. Her lower lips were flushed with blood, eager to feel his slide between them—and each time it felt like there was more dick to drop onto. Her frantic wings beat cold air over her, keeping her from fainting from the heat. Well, that and the reaming.

Goodness, did Magnus ever tire?

Right now, that was an injury she didn’t want the answer to. Somnambula braced her legs on either side of her kinky hoplite’s hips and twerked her ass against his cock, letting the sauna-like heat welling at her core continue to get stoked. She could feel his girthy fuckpole vibrate within her and shot a wild grin over her shoulder at Magnus in response.

Demanding that he fuck her.

Take her.

Break her.

Make the city bearing her name hear who she belonged to, even with how long she’d denied it.

But something faster was soaring along inside Somnambula’s heaving chest, like a bird approaching the peak of Mt. Everhoof. She knew she was close, that her juices were going to flood this piece of — and that it would hold off Magnus’ orgasm even longer. And despite how Somnambula’s bliss-warped brain screamed at her not to, she lowered a pair of fingers to her clit, flicking the nub atop her hood like it was a lever. Her legs spasmed uncontrollably, but Somnambula kept at it, panting like a dog as she fell that spring in her core coil, coil—

“—oh, Magnus, fuck YEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

Somnambula couldn’t even stay upright, her loins spread their crystalline honey over her shaking rump. Her plump flower bulged even further with the juices struggling to spew out, strings of fuckhoney bending and breaking in the wake of her continued screwing by Magnus. Her vision started to web over into whiteness, but beneath it all was that glorious tower of stallionmeat, clapping everything but Magnus' name out of her mind. It was like a glowing poker, its twitching heat marking her very heart with its passion.

When the lights faded from Somnambula’s mind, she found her mouth full of tousled mane, blowing it out with a faint sigh. The Pillar mare was lying on her side now, her legs getting a much-needed break as they listed over the edge of her couch. Sweat, sprinkles, and something far sweeter danced over her snout, making her shudder with the wonderful way it played havoc with her tongue.

Plus, Magnus was still ramming himself into her drooling slit.

Feeling the bucking stallion yank her tail up, Somnambula reached behind her, looping her fingers behind Magnus’ neck. The feel of the tendons straining against her fingers, and his steamy breath blasting into her mane, set her soul alight with arousal once again. Apparently, the feeling was mutual as Magnus leaned to clamp his teeth on Somnambula’s collarbone, his tongue lapping thirstily at the salty skin he found. So much life, so much raw need, surged around Magnus’ lips and Somnambula’s hands alike. And in this desert town, both ponies were starved for more.

Their furious thrusting into each others’ hips only sped up, the ripples along Somnambula’s now-pink asscheeks rippling like a lake with rocks skipping across it. Alas, it was only Magnus’ stone-hard shaft grinding against her channel, getting ever closer to the entrance to her womb. All thirteen inches of Magnus found their mark on every stroke, Somnambula’s G-spot being tapped so often her voice had devolved into a series of garbled wails.

But Magnus was Tartarus-bent on making those final few inches into Somnambula’s lovebox. So he hauled up one of Somnambula’s legs with his free hand, the other one moving from Somnambula’s dock to cup her chin. Pulling her face toward his, Magnus abandoned the open-mouthed kisses he’d laid upon her collar—and the inky black marks they framed—to swallow her screams with another lip lock.

Somnambula forced her tongue into his mouth on impact, twisting in his grip just to feel more of him shift around her. Her hips rolled incessantly against Magnus’, the positioning awkward, but quickly made amorous as he jerked his jizz-rod into her. An orgasm was again spiraling into her groin, a blinding sensation that now screamed for Magnus’ cock to join in. For him to cum like a burst water main, and finally make her insides so full that everypony would envy his fertility.

But Magnus’ dick-drilling frustrations changed the game once again. He pulled out of her at both ends with a primal roar, leaving her panting in shock as the pleasure stopped. Good news, however: he would not deny her her climax long, as he wound his arms around her hips and pulled up, his mouth now at her swollen snatch.

Then he slurped hard at the clit of the upside-down mare, and Somnambula let out a long “By the Goooooods~” as she exploded inside his tightly pursed mouth. Magnus swallowed down every drop of her, his eyes shrunk to pinpricks as his focus on draining her mound dry overtook all else.

Somnambula, for her part, could not have laid eyes on a lewder sight. Her thighs closed around Magnus’ head, liking the tension and friction it brought to her still-cumming-center. Riding out the tongue lapping at her lower lips, Somnambula let herself relax, the dregs of sanity slowly leaking their way back into her sex-drunk mind.

Then Magnus popped his mouth off of her and threaded his fingers behind Somnambula’s neck. “I love you so much, Somna,” he panted, taking in every detail of her ravished face. “I’d want nothing else in this world than to fill you wide with my cum.”

“...Magnus…” was all that Somnambula could get out. Even now, she couldn’t tear herself away from the purpose and pride shimmering in Magnus' eyes. This was the hoplite that Equestria, then and now, exemplified the need to succeed. And he was all hers.

She was such a fool to think that her heat would drive a wedge behind her. In fact, she welcomed one particular wedge hanging between Magnus’ legs. Which still had a job to do.

In a flash, (pun fully intended) Magnus had Sombal back over the table, her legs now forced back around her head. Now in the throes of a mating press, Somnambula squeaked as she felt Magnus line his fuckstick resting against her lips again. This time his entry was delicate and slow-paced, with both ponies basking in each other’s welcoming heat and penetrating gaze.

Then Magnus dove deep with a shuddering roll of his hips.

From that first thrust, Somambula knew that he’d blast off in her. All she needed to do was let him. She pulled Magnus’ face in for a bruising kiss, whispering her need for him to go “deeper, deeper, deeper” every time they broke for air. It was a mantra that hung in the air as thickly as their musk, bodies flexing to feel as much of each other as possible.

Nothing else matted for them, not even the dangerous squeaks of the table they were fucking on. Their motions were no longer the frantic, savage pistons that stemmed from the need to tame each others’ insatiable lust, but exaggerated, careful thrusts. Magnus needed Somnambula to relax to get to that puckered hole separating him from the mare’s womb. Somnambula needed to see the face of the stallion who’d claimed her so thoroughly without her ecstasy blinding her to it.

With every deep dicking that Somnambula got, that road became all the easier. Her insides relaxed, her canal opened, and with a few more thrusts Magnus was inside her womb at last. They broke from their kiss again with satisfied wails, the burning ripple of flesh on flesh making them hug each other closer. Magnus’ wings flared this time, a shadowy frame that only served to make the last bits of candlelight dance all the further over Somnambula’s face.

“Now… you sexy thief…” Somnambula said, her libido at a rousing boil. “Claim your mate.”

Magnus grinned, swiveled his hips, then logged in. They barely made a noise down there, but he reached so deep inside her all the same, the mouthwatering motions making Somnabula moan sweet nothings into the air. For Magnus, though, they were far from nothing—they were everything his screaming muscles had undergone all their stress for. Everything that he’d survived a stay in limbo, the Pony of Shadows, and everything in between to hear.

For Somnambula, the girthy fucklog shattering her mind into a thousand pieces was the missing piece to her that she didn’t know she’d needed. Her every spark of desire, her constantly erect nipples, and her insatiable sweet tooth; they’d all been to make up for not having this strapping stallion hunched above her. Each collision of his crotch into hers, every juicy throb of his dick’s veins around her pussy, every jingle of the jewelry around her waist spurring on her libido.

And the ever-widening bulge of Magnus’ erection signaled the end of their hot round of rutting. He could almost see his stallionhood in the curve of Somambula’s stomach, a ponderous lump that knew would turn her womb into a lake. Magnus’ hands moved to clutch at Somnambula’s breasts again, squeezing until he could see the first signs of milk leak from her jiggling funbags. She even joined in on the fun too, pinching at his nipples to draw husky chuckles from him.

Then he pistoned deeper in Somnambula than he ever had, and Somnambula felt a final bolt of inspiration stir her. Looking to her side, she saw her discarded donut still on her table, she grabbed it and wiggled it between her fondled tits, grinning widely at the shock whipping across Magnus’ face.

“In me and on this… Magnus…” Somnambula purred. “I want—ah!—to taste you everywhere…”

Magnus didn’t stand a chance, seeing the naughty look in her eyes and hearing that promise on her lips. His mighty member throbbed a couple of times, then erupted inside Somnambula’s tomb. Rivers of scorching seed swiftly bulged out the mare’s gut, and Somnambula threw her head back, Magnus’ name spilling from her lips in an equally endless torrent. Even with him drilling directly into the Pillar mare from above, he soon found his release oozing from her slit, bubbling as his hips jerked into her form.

It was like a fountain of virility, and he almost fainted knowing that he was the source.

Magnus had far from forgotten Somnambula’s proposal, though. When he felt his stallionhood’s load start to taper off, he clenched his fingers harder around Somnambula’s breasts. With an effort he thought would be impossible, he unrooted himself from Somnambula’s depths, triggering her final orgasm as she thrashed and blasted her own juices over the carpet.

He wasn’t looking at that fountainhead, though, instead aiming his erection at the pastry in Somnambula’s hand. A thick, goopy stream of spunk soon coated that pink donut, the fiery red sprinkles being submerged under his hot load. Some strings of it even splashed on Somnambula’s breasts and chin, his excitement making his job a lot messier than he intended.

But the exotic mare’s tongue only lolled in delight at the feel of his seed on her rack, raising her free hand to spread them further on her nipples.

The debauched display shot the last bit of energy out of Magnus’ legs; with a hoarse meep, he fell to his knees atop Somnambula. One of the legs of the table broke, almost sending him off his perch; but his grip upon Somnambula’s tits kept him aloft. His softening cock came to a rest between her bouncing chest-balloons, the valley of flesh helping to alleviate the sensitive nerves along his shaft.

Somnambula’s eyes cracked open soon after, only to glitter in marvel upon seeing the new topping along with her half-finished treat. Raising it to her lips, she took a bite, her rictal grin as she chewed speaking volumes of the flavor.

“Delicious…” she cooed. “That was… so much…”

Magnus shot a wary look back at Somnabula’s stomach. “Tell me about it.”

Somnambula would have a bit of a problem doing that, what with the next hearty bite she took of her jizz-coated donut. Somnambula’s thighs slid together to try and keep Magnus’ prize trapped between them, but fucksap still drizzled out over her puckered plot and onto the floor. She sucked in a breath through her teeth, the tingling rush nearly sending her into another climax.

“So…” Magnus chirped, softly cupping Somnambula’s face. “What next?”

Somnambula, hearing her fuckbuddy’s inquiry, craned her head forward. “Well, you got me such a wonderful treat, today, Magnus…” Then her free hand moved to wrap around his helmet. “So come take my gift in kind.”

Then she yanked him down into her mountainous cleavage, making Magnus tumble off her to keep his head there. His tongue soon took up her offer, lapping eagerly at her milk-soaked nipple and laying sloppy kisses over her areola. Somnambula huskily growled, squirming under the lazy rolls of Magnus’ tongue.

Then Somnambula pushed Magnus off her with a little chuckle. “There. Now we’re even.“ Popping the rest of her lewdly lathered donut into her mouth, she shot Magnus a sultry look as she licked her lips clean. “You sneaky thief.”

Magnus playfully batted at her shoulder. “Not fair! I gave back far more than I took, Somna.”

“This street’s light sleepers might say otherwise.”

Even now, Magnus could hear some of the neighbor’s voices getting louder, though fortunately, they weren’t drifting toward him. “Never been happier to have a habit of throwing my voice while having sex,” he said.

“Didn’t know”

“Wanna head for the bath? At least if they do come, we’ll have an excuse.”

“I don’t know…” Somnambula purred, getting to her hooves with great difficulty. Only for a second though, as Magnus got her the rest of the way up. “I’ve so much to do tomorrow. Pick up for a class, retrace my steps inside the great pyramids… think of foal names…”

Magnus went crimson on that. “Of course! I’d be happy to help with any of that!”

“Of course, I might not even be certain about that last part.” the Pillar mare teased, rubbing her swollen abdomen “One time my womb was three times this full, and I still bore no foals.”

Forget the town, half of Equestria could hear Magnus’ jaw drop. “No way…”

“I mean…” and then Somnambula walked her fingers down Magnus’ shredded chest. “You might have to make sure, won’t you?”

In an instant, Magnus had the chortling Somnambula in his arms. “Count on it,” he growled, stealing another slow kiss from her. “I bet you’re lying.”

“Oh, the tales a Sphinx could tell.”

Magnus stopped, raised an eyebrow, looked at Somnambula’s dripping folds, and rolled his eyes. “Like you’ll remember any name but mine once this night ends.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“And I to you.”

Did anyone on Somnambula’s street get any sleep that day? No? But were any of them complaining when it was her pleasure-thick voice doing it? Also no.