Three's a Party

Stepping into the foyer of his home, Zephyr kicked the door closed behind himself and sighed. His day, in a word, had been tiring. From the second he’d set up his station at the salon, a procession of mares and foals, each wanting to get their mane styled, had kept him on his hooves. Glancing in the direction of the kitchen, finding the house eerily silent, he cleared his throat.

“Babe?” he called.

Tempest appeared moments later, peeking out from the kitchen while holding a forehoof to her lips. The mere sight of her was enough to bring a smile to his face and stave off his exhaustion - if only to a small degree. After removing his smock and brushing himself off, he crossed to her and gave her a small kiss on the cheek.

As much of a femme fatale as ever, she wore her maternity well - almost too well. Her curves had softened slightly, her engorged bosoms were larger than they’d ever been, yet she was just as formidable as ever. If ever there was a mother in all of Equestria who could protect her family, it was her.

A lot had changed over the last two months and he was still trying to wrap his head around it all. First and foremost, he’d left his job with the royal guard and started working at one of the many salons in Canterlot. Soldiery really wasn’t for him, despite it being responsible for him meeting the love of his life, and his passion had always lay elsewhere. With a bit of encouragement from Tempest and just a pinch of nepotism from Fluttershy and Rarity, both of whom agreed that he should pursue a line of work that suited him, he’d landed a gig as a mane stylist several weeks prior.

“Long day?” she whispered, caressing her neck against him.

Nodding and folding a wing around her, he closed his eyes. “Yeah. Is she asleep?”

“I wouldn’t be whispering if she wasn’t,” Tempest softly giggled.

He should have gone into the kitchen to help her, or possibly gone off to take a shower, yet the temptation to check on his newest family member proved too strong. Releasing her, he shifted and peered down the hallway leading from the den. Buck it - even if she was asleep, giving himself a little peek couldn’t hurt anything.

Tempest lightly slapped his rump as he turned away from him and trotted back into the kitchen. “I’ll finish up dinner if you want to see her.”

Smiling broadly over his shoulder, he crept down the corridor. “Thanks, babe.”

“If you want to thank me, do the dishes later,” she purred, shooting him a wink.

He slowed and watched her depart, just as captivated by her as the day they’d first crossed paths. There were a number of incredible mares in his life, from Twilight Sparkle and the Elements of Harmony to the Princesses he served, though Tempest was a cut above the rest. Not only had the formidable unicorn nearly toppled an empire single-hoofedly, but she’d captured his heart and made an honest stallion out of him - well a mostly honest stallion out of him. Leaving his lover in his wake, he silently moved to a cracked door and pushed it open.

Though the room was dimly lit, its overhead light switched off and the curtain over the window drawn, its interior was just bright enough to let him make out details that never failed to make his heart swell. The walls were painted pastel pink, a number of stuffed animals littered the floor, and a crib rested off in one corner. Of all the things he’d ever hoped for, ever dreamed to have, there was nothing that had given him more purpose than this.

Holding his breath as he entered, he crossed to the crib and peered inside. Swaddled in a blanket rested a foal, his foal, and seeing her sleeping softly filled him with a sense of pride and happiness like he’d never known. Her name was Gale and she was the culmination of the love between himself and Tempest.

She yawned and cracked an eye up at him, seemingly sensing his presence. With a platinum mane and tail, eyes like rubies, and a garnet coat, the little unicorn was the most beautiful foal he’d ever seen. With the utmost care and reverence, he reached down and caressed her cheek. She, much like her mother, had given his life meaning, a reason for being, and he would do everything in his power to ensure she got all the care and affection she needed to flourish.

“I can already tell that she’s gonna be a daddy’s filly,” Tempest quietly teased from behind him.

Without looking back, he snickered. “I wouldn’t mind that,” he whispered, turning to face her.

Gazing deeply into her eyes, seeing them sparkle in the dim light, he was stricken by her beauty. He’d tried to tell her to take it easy after the delivery, to give herself at least a few weeks or time to recover, but she’d refused and was just as active as ever - sure, she may have been slightly slower than usual, being understandably sore in some places, but that hadn’t stopped her from doing as she pleased. As he drifted closer, succumbing to his passion, he locked lips with her.

Without her in his life, there was a darn good chance he’d be aimlessly bouncing from job to job while drifting through life - without her, he wouldn’t have found true happiness. Deepening the kiss, he lifted a foreleg and wrapped it around her neck. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her and the family she’d started with him - so much so that doing his best to better himself and providing for them felt like little more than a token gesture.

Withdrawing when she moaned into his snout, he embraced her. “Thank you…”

She patted his shoulder and shook her head. “As if the feeling isn’t mutual…”

“No, I mean it,” he continued, rearing back with his expression hardening. “You’re the best - shoot.”

Turning to the crib, drawn by the sound of a cry, he grimaced. There were two things he’d learned since Gale had come into the world: foals had a very sporadic sleep schedule and they were more than happy to let anypony and everypony know when they were hungry. Extending his wings into the bassinet, he delicately lifted the little filly and brought her to his chest.

“Ssssssssh,” he tenderly hissed, rocking her back and forth. “I didn’t mean to wake you up…”

Moving to his side, Tempest smirked. “She’s been asleep for the last two hours, so it’s not your fault.”

He lifted the foal and sweetly smiled up at her. “You hungry?”

Gale’s cry intensified as she looked over to her mother. Foals were interesting to say the least, being unable to speak or care for themselves - fortunately for him, he had some of the best help in the world. Still uncertain about what had his daughter out of sorts, he peeked over his shoulder when he heard hoofsteps behind him.

“She - um - she’s a little cranky because she hasn’t eaten since lunch,” Fluttershy softly noted.

“Well I can take care of that,” Tempest hummed.

He didn’t flinch as Gale was taken from his wings, too enraptured by the sight of his sister to do anything else. With a slightly distended belly, an enormous bust, and succulent flanks, her pregnancy, a pregnancy that he was responsible for, was a thing of awe. Whether it was because he’d watched her grow heavy with foal since their impulsive tryst, the way she’d confessed her forbidden attraction to him, or some combination of the two, he found her almost as irresistible as Tempest - almost.

He wasn’t sure what was crazier: the fact that his family and their respective friends had accepted her taking him as a lover or that she’d moved in with him and Tempest - regardless, he was happy as heck to have her around. Remaining just inside the room, her eyes wandered from the now cooing foal to his backside. As with Tempest, her hormones had gone absolutely wild since she’d been knocked up - that or her sexual urges, now fully unleashed, had always been exceptionally strong.

Inching closer and quickly backing away, she lifted a forehoof. “Do you - uh - want some help with that?”

Following her gaze, only then realizing his stallionhood had slipped from its sheath and was hanging beneath him, he blushed. “W…well I was g…gonna -”

“Can you four please keep it down!” a voice protested.

Barging in and past Fluttershy, Dash grimaced. Sleek, athletic, and with her trademark devil-may-care attitude, there wasn’t a thing that had changed about her aside from the small bump in her belly. Had somepony told him that she’d become a mother, he would have laughed it off - if somepony had told her that she’d become the mother of his foal, he would have thought they’d gone insane - nevertheless, that’s precisely what had happened. Just like with Tempest and Fluttershy, his seed had taken root in the rambunctious Wonderbolt.

Watching Tempest seat herself and bring Gale to her breasts, she knit her brow. “What’s the matter? Is she hungry? Sleepy? Hungry and sleepy?”

“According to Flutters, she’s just hungry,” Zeph replied.

“Well she’s not the only one! I’m starving,” Dash lamented.

Extending a wing and patting her fellow pegasus’ back, Fluttershy giggled. “Well you are eating for two now, Dash.”

Dash petulantly stomped a hoof and instantly winced. “Nopony told me having a bun in the oven would be this bad!”

Slowly turning to face her, Zephyr smirked. “Come on, it can’t be that bad! Tempest didn’t complain at all, and Flutters is doing just fine!”

“Mmmhmm,” Fluttershy affirmed, trotting around and pressing herself to his side.

“Well my hooves ache,” Dash groaned, examining her forehoof, “and I’m constantly hungry for weird stuff like mustard on ice cream or pickles, and…”

Waiting a moment for her to continue, he cocked his head. “And…?”

“And I’m horny -” the Wonderbolt loudly bemoaned, “like super horny all the bucking time! All I want to do is lay around, eat, and get my brains plowed out!” Whipping around and shamelessly displaying her backside, she showed off her rosy, positively drenched marehood. “I was trying to rub one out before I took a nap, but somepony had to come home and stir things up!”

“Dash, don’t be so grumpy,” Fluttershy tutted as she wiggled her hips against him. “It’s not Zephyr’s fault he’s such a s…stud! He didn’t ask to have such a big, j…juicy -”

He practically leapt to the side as she dipped her head and began bringing her muzzle under him. “Ok, mares, that’s enough of that for now.”

“Is it? Is it, Zephyr?” Dash countered, broadening her stance and lowering her chest to the floor. “I’m not sure if you noticed, but I’m leaking like a faucet over here! If I don’t get something big crammed in me, I’m going to go insane!”

“I - um - I don’t think I’ll go insane, but I could really use a bit of stress relief myself,” Fluttershy added. Drifting over to Dash, she flipped her flag tail to the side and showed off her plump, moist nethers. “See?”

With two needy, supremely aroused mares practically begging him to be dicked-down, and a third nursing his foal only a few feet away, Zephyr gulped. His routine would have been hectic enough with a lover and a little filly to take care of, but that would have been simple compared to what he had. With a veritable harem of amorous mares to tend to, having to split his carnal energy between them, he felt like he was in some sort of lewd juggling act - not that that was a bad thing most of the time.

Turning his head, he looked over at Tempest. He certainly didn’t mind giving Fluttershy and Dash what they craved, but his allegiance is, was, and always would hinge upon his mate. With an impish smirk splitting her snout, she gave him a wink.

“Go ahead,” she demurely urged, “I’ve got my hooves full right now anyways.”

“Thanks,” he sighed. “We’ll try to keep it down and - Gah?!”

“Oh no we won’t keep it down,” Dash insisted, hauling on his foreleg and leading him to the exit. “I’ve waited all day for this, and I am not about to be quiet while you’re rutting me into a coma!”

Quickly scampering along behind him, Fluttershy blushed. “I’ll try to be quiet, but I c…can’t make any promises.”

“Yeah right,” Dash laughed, dragging him along as though he were a sack of potatoes. “Fluttershy, I think everypony on the block knows when you get your special time with Zephyr. ‘Buck me harder, Zeph! Put another foal in me, Zeph!’”

Glowing up at the cocky pegasus, Fluttershy scrunched her snout. “I’m n…not that loud!”

“Can we please not - Oomph,” he grunted, slamming into the door-frame leading into his room. “Can we please not argue about this!”

“You’re right,” Dash huffed, “we have more important stuff to argue about - like which of us you’re going to mount first.”

With her feathers literally ruffled, Fluttershy stepped forward. “I’m his sister, so I think I s…should get first dibs.”

“Well he knocked me up before he knocked you up!” Dash loudly objected, holding a forehoof proudly to her bosom. “And I didn’t sneak into his room to do it either!”

“Z…Zephyr Breeze, you wouldn’t neglect your baby sister ~ would you?” Fluttershy pouted, affixing him with a puppy dog look that dealt his heart a blow.

“Come on, Zeph, you know you want a piece of this,” Dash jeered, invitingly swaying her tush at him. “Don’t tell me you weren’t clopping off to the thought of this for years.”

Finding himself at a crossroads, Zephyr’s thoughts raced. Having sex with either one of them could and likely would upset the other, but what was he supposed to do? With only a single stallionhood to use, he could only rut a single mare at a time! Seeing the vacant bed, realizing there may be a way to kill two birds with one stone, he grinned.

“Before we do anything,” he began, hopping onto and reclining on the mattress, “how about you mares warm me up…”

Despite their wildly varying personalities, Dash and Fluttershy scrambled over to either side of him. He never thought he’d be lucky enough to have a mare eager to satisfy him, much less a trio of enthusiastic, nigh insatiable lovers, though all the attention came at a cost. It was rare for him to get a full night’s sleep, he’d suffered several bouts of dehydration, and there’d been rare occasions when he’d had to tap out to give himself a break - nevertheless, he liked to think he did a good job at keeping everypony happy.

With his head resting on a pillow, giving him a perfect view of the action, he peered down his chest. In typical fashion, Dash went straight for his balls, while Fluttershy drew her tongue up his hardening length. Though it was only by a very slim margin, he had the fortitude, endurance, and endowment to split three ways.

“Mmmph nf MMMPH nff pfffph,” Dash incoherently groaned into his hefty coin purse.

Fighting back a chuckle, he lifted a wing to his ear. “What was that?”

Throwing herself back, she glared past his towering stallionhood to his face. “I said I love the way you smell ~ alright?!”

“And the taste,” Fluttershy murmured, shivering as she reached the head of his cock. “One of these days, I want you to go for a long, hard flight before you let me lick you clean.”

It was still wild to see and hear his sister acting in such an overtly depraved way, but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t a massive turn-on. No matter if she was out and about, with friends, or by herself at her animal sanctuary, Fluttershy was one of the most soft-spoken and reserved mares around - that was until she was in his private company. Once the doors were closed and the curtains drawn, away from prying eyes, she took on a distinctly lascivious air in his presence.

Blinding by his balls, Dash contentedly lapped at his taint. According to her, Fluttershy, and even Tempest, his stallionly aroma was one of the most enticing things about him. If the trio were right about him, and that was a big if, he was left to assume one reason he hadn’t been lucky enough to get a special somepony for himself was that he’d never been given the opportunity to get close to a mare for any decent length of time.

His eyes darted between the two, unsure of which sight was more compelling. Standing at his side, with her lips wrapped around the fist few inches of his length, Fluttershy bobbed her head and sucked him off while Dash wantonly masturbated and lavished his nuts with affection. He couldn’t say how things would change after the pair had given birth to their foals, genuinely uncertain of how he’d keep his sanity while looking after six different ponies, but that was a bridge he’d cross when he got to it - for the time being, his welling arousal took precedence.

Within a matter of minutes, under the combined onslaught of two Elements of Harmony, he was rock hard and ready to go - even so, he bode his time. Selecting one of them to rut would present problems - problems he’d rather avoid, so he’d rather wait and let them settle that issue themselves. Not to his surprise, having whipped herself into a frenzy, Dash eventually reared back, smacked her lips, and pushed Fluttershy’s shoulder.

“Pregnant or not, I need some of that dick,” she growled, attempting to step over his legs and straddle him.

Fluttershy didn’t take the slight lightly, shoving her friend. “I thought we agreed that I’d go first?”

Realizing their libido couldn’t or wouldn’t allow them to come to an amicable solution, Zephyr extended his wing to the side and plucked a single bit from his nightstand. “You know the drill, call it.”

“Heads!” Dash bleated as he flipped the coin into the air.

Downright crestfallen, Fluttershy hung her head. “I was gonna call heads…”

He watched as the coin flipped and fell to the mattress beside him. “Well I guess you’re lucky you didn’t. Alright, Dash, fair’s fair.”

“That was rigged!” Dash seethed.

Giving a small shrug, he shook his head. “I don’t know what to tell you, unless you want to say Discord pulled a fast one on you.”

Dash rolled her eyes and grit her teeth, though she begrudgingly backed away and gave her friend room. “Fine, but you’re gonna eat me out while your sister rides you, pervert.”

There’d been a time when he’d been embarrassed to embrace his incestuous inclinations, though that felt like a lifetime ago. As Fluttershy stood up and swung a hind leg over his waist, bringing herself into position, a smile graced his lips. In a way, there wasn’t much that had changed between himself and his little sister - yeah, they fucked like rabbits when they had the time, but they still loved and cherished one another unconditionally.

Shaken from his thoughts by a sudden movement at his side, he looked over and was greeted by the sight of Dash leaping into the air. Any reasonable mare would have simply straddled his face and eased herself down, but that was the problem - the feisty flier was rarely if ever reasonable. Gnawing his lip as Fluttershy gradually impaled herself, stricken by her balmy, silken depths embracing the tip of his length, he was given no time to prepare when a pair of sculpted, blue glutes descended from above and drove his head into the pillow.

The first thing to hit him, aside from Dash’s slavering marehood, was her scent. Nearly as strong as Tempests, and far more potent than Fluttershy’s, the Wonderbolt’s natural bouquet was better than any perfume. Closing his eyes as she rubbed her snatch up and down his snout, whetting his face with her juices, he reached up with his wings, clutched her waist, and ran his tongue between her lower lips and to her clit.

She trembled above him and gave a throaty moan. “Buck yes. This is what - hey! Give me some room, Fluttershy!”

“I…I’m s…sorry,” Fluttershy stammered, lazily screwing herself upon the supine stallion. “Are you ok down there, Zephyr?”

Extending a wing and giving a thumbs up with his pinions, he gave a wordless reply. There was a chance, a slim chance that he could leave both the mares satiated, but it wasn’t going to be easy. As he braced his hind legs and thrust into his sister, earning a guttural, completely whorish groan for his efforts, he suckled on Dash’s clit.

It wasn’t the first time he’d endured a combined assault from the mares, and he’d wager everything he had that it wouldn’t be the last - despite that, a part of him was glad to accept the challenge. Nearly a year ago, back when Tempest had essentially robbed him of his virginity, he’d been an amateur with sexual affairs in the truest sense of the word, but that was a long, long time ago. Tried and tested, tempered by the three mares, each with slightly different amorous preferences, he’d adapted to his role as a stud.

As he moaned into Dash and plowed into Fluttershy, he couldn’t help but imagine the scene from an outsider’s perspective. There he was with one mare sitting on his face and a second bouncing on his dick, and he was managing to give them both what they so desperately craved. Though he’d never actually do it, not for the least of which reasons being his reputation and the fact that he had one daughter and two other offspring on the way, it was amusing to think that he could have made a profession out of exhibitionistic shows.

Composing herself enough to move, Dash rocked back against his lips. Her sweet, tangy nectar washed over his palate and down his throat while she winked around his tongue and against his lips. She’d initially been reluctant to let him eat her out, claiming the activity was ‘gross’, although it hadn’t been long before she’d changed her tune. She may not have admitted it, too prideful to actually say how she felt about it, but he could tell she loved it when he put his oral skills to use on her.

“Aaaaaaahn,” Fluttershy whimpered, readjusting herself.

He couldn’t see a darn thing aside from the blue cheeks beating against his face, but he could tell what his sibling had done. The sensation of her wings against his knees, the subtle difference in the way her depths caressed him, and how she was getting louder and louder with every plunge of his stallionhood told him she’d leaned back to make the most out of his endowment. The sheer size of his cock was enough to stretch her in ways few studs could, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t an ideal position to hit all her weak spots.

Altering the angle of his thrusts, scraping his medial ring against her g-spot while his cock-head beat against her womb, he was rewarded by a howl of delight from Fluttershy. Every time they shared his bed, he became more comfortable with the carnal direction their relationship had taken - in fact, he welcomed it! For what was probably the first time in his life, he was able to give her something she wanted - something she craved.

His only complaint about the situation, if somepony were to twist his wing and make him name one, was that pleasuring two mares in tandem could be herculean. The physical pleasure of having his stallionhood milked by the soft, snug, loving confines of a mare in her prime was countered or possibly even eclipsed by the staggering gratification of just how lucky he was. He had a veritable harem at his disposal, he was a father of what would soon be a trio of foals, and he was apparently a sexual tyrannosaurus - in short, he could see why other stallions could be jealous of him.

Inspired and emboldened, he pounded into Fluttershy from below as he redoubled his efforts to get Dash off. To Tartarus with it - even if the pair bickered from time to time, he’d ensure their marish needs were fulfilled. As the sounds of the mares’ delight grew louder, combining into a symphony of depravity, he turned the tables on them and gained the upperhoof.

Alternating between sinking his tongue into Dash’s depths and teasing her clit, he edged her to the breaking point. Her defiance was her weakness, too stubborn to let herself climax unless she was taunted with the promise of an orgasm, and he used her hubris against her. As soon as her thighs would start to tremble and the pitch of her voice raise an octave, he’d relent and switch tactics. If she wanted him to finish her off with his tongue, she was going to have to ask for it.

Almost diametrically opposed to Dash, Fluttershy had no reservations about cumming as quickly and as intensely as his other lovers. Slipping into a rut-lust, panting and mewling and more than likely drooling over herself, she wantonly cast herself over the edge and into a sea of rapture. All but seizing above him, fully seating herself, she howled in ecstasy as a tsunami of her orgasmic nectar gushed from her spasming marehood.

With one mare down and one to go, Zephyr fixated on Dash - at least he tried to. Mere moments after Fluttershy came, she bolted to her hooves and leapt off of him. There was only one thing that could evoke such a strong reaction from her, even if it was still currently in use. As he wiped off his face and opened his eyes, she loudly cleared her throat.

“Now that you’re - Nnnph - finished, let me get my turn,” she grunted, attempting to dislodge Fluttershy.

In a dreamline state, likely gripped by her euphoria, Fluttershy smiled over at the pushy pegasus. “J…just give me a - Cough - second…”

“You’ve had a second - heck, you’ve had at least ten minutes’ worth!” Dash groused. “It’s my turn!”

“Fluttershy,” Zephyr whispered, drawing his sister’s eye, “be a dear and get up.”

While she’d been prepared to give Dash a hard time, Fluttershy obliged his request. Throwing herself forward and getting her hooves under herself, she unsteadily stood and unsheathed his rigid length. Even if it was only a temporary solution, her itch had been scratched and she was satiated.

He watched his sibling take two woozy steps and collapse beside him, before he turned his focus back to Dash. “So did you want to -”

“Mount me,” she demanded, bracing her hind legs in preparation. “And don’t go easy on me either - trust me, I’ll know. I want you to rut me until I can’t stand up!”

Snickering and shaking his head, he rolled over and stood. Given that she was still early in her pregnancy, had willed herself not to climax from his tongue lashing, and was more energetic than usual, he saw no reason not to give her what she’d asked for. Rearing back and locking his forelegs over her hips, he shuffled forward, kissed the tip of his length to her entrance, and sank nearly half his stallionhood into her.

“Sweet Celestia - I needed this,” she sighed, clenching around his tool.

He could have drawn things out, continuing to sinfully torment her until she begged, though there would’ve been little point in it. Securing his grip and slowly hilting himself, only stopping when his balls came to rest against her clit, he draped himself over her back and breathed hotly in her ear. Since she’d been brazen and foolhardy enough to demand he rut her until she couldn’t stand up, that’s exactly what he was going to do.

Utterly lacking any build-up or escalation, forsaking tender caresses or loving kisses, he pulled out all the stops and plowed her with all his might. She stiffened under his assault, every muscle about her frame tensing in unison, until her brain caught up with what was happening. Her chest and face fell to the blanket, effectively going limp from the waist up, while she brayed incoherently in bliss.

Seeing a mare break and succumb to her wants was something he didn’t think he’d ever grow tired of. Dash was one of the most outspoken, audacious mares on the face of the planet, completely full of herself at basically all times, yet he’d seen through the veneer of her impudence. All it had taken was a single experience with him, that magical moment when she’d asked him to give her some relief, for her to get hooked on him.

Tighter and marginally warmer than Fluttershy, her marehood was like an untamed animal. She fought his backstrokes with ferocity, clamping around him when he withdrew, before loosening and allowing him to plunge as deeply as possible. A day may come when she’d be more affectionate with him, but that day, if it ever came to pass, would be long in the future.

His wings crept around her sides and to her abdomen as he delicately nibbled on her ear. Like so many other things he couldn’t have predicted, he’d developed a bit of an endearing sadistic streak with her. Fluttershy was usually happy with a single climax, able to go hours or even days without having another round with him, but not Dash. Feeling her nipples against his feathers, he heaped another layer of blissful stimulation on her and hammered the final nail in her coffin.

Her desperation, the oral from minutes before, and the ruthless way he screwed her was far more than she could endure. With a wail that pierced the heavens and echoed off the walls, she met her climactic end. Scalding nectar erupted from her quivering confines, coating his balls, thighs, and the sheets under them, yet his thrusts didn’t slow - rather they became more ruthless.

He quickly impelled her first orgasm to second, then a third, while she screamed in ecstasy. The feeling of her marehood squirting and convulsing chipped away at his endurance and his resolve to last as long as he could. Gritting his teeth and screwing his eyes shut, struggling to maintain his breakneck pace, he came to an abrupt stop when a lilting, pleased moan sailed to his ear.

Looking over, he froze. Standing just outside the room, shrouded in shadow, stood Tempest. The look of longing in her eyes and the way she balanced on three legs, using a forehoof to reach between her bosoms to rub her snatch, caused his stallionhood to twitch with anticipation. He cared for Dash, he loved Fluttershy, but his heart belonged to her. She glanced to the semi-comatose mares panting on the mattress near him, peered up to his face, and smirked.

“Quite the performance,” she cooed, withdrawing her slickened forehoof and licking it clean. “Saving yourself for me?”

Turning and slipping his wings under Dash, he lifted and repositioned the groggy mare over to Fluttershy. “I was hoping you’d join us.”

“Now that your little warm up is done, I expect nothing but the best from you,” she chuckled, trotting over and jumping onto the mattress. Rolling onto her back and situating her hindquarters at the very foot of the bed, she nodded down at herself. “You ready for this, stud?”

Flitting over her, he landed on the floor and placed his forehooves to either side of her head. She was the embodiment of terrifying beauty, an amazonian Princess capable of crushing empires, and he thanked the heavens every day for having her. As he leaned in and locked lips with her, he sank his length into her.

Though she was on the receiving end of things, her tenacity knew no bounds. Her hind legs snapped around his waist and drew him in while she drove her tongue into his snout. He could devote the rest of his life to the carnal arts, learning every conceivable way to please a mare in the bedroom, yet he doubted he’d ever truly be a match for her. Bending a metaphorical knee to her prowess and domineering spirit, he lovingly bucked his hips and made passionate love to her.

Her depths were as supremely well trained as the rest of her intimidating physique, coaxing him deeper and squeezing him like a vice. It still baffled him - she could have had any stallion she chose, anypony on the planet, and yet she’d chosen him. Be it from fate or pure, dumb luck, he’d wound up with the mare of his dreams.

Slipping her head to the side, she snickered in his ear. “So when are you going to pump another foal into me…?”

Though he’d wished to take his time, to relish the intimacy with her, her mention of being bred tickled the most primal portions of his id. No sooner did he sheath his length than he withdrew and gave a second, even more powerful thrust. He’d once held himself back with her, fearing that being too hard may harm her, but months and months of being with her, of fucking her in more ways than he’d thought possible, had taught him she couldn’t just handle the full fury of his passion - she pined for it.

As his stallionhood beat against her cum-starved womb, he shifted his head and deeply kissed her. They’d learned to please one another physically, mentally, and spiritually, and such heated exchanges were only one of the ways their love was made manifest. Vying for dominance, attempting to overwhelm her with rapture, he whimpered when she bucked up to meet his plunges.

Their moves were synchronized perfectly, complementing one another while they consummated their affection. Everything about her was addictive, from her velvety depths to the taste of her fresh sweat, and he couldn’t imagine living without her - that said, she’d mirrored the sentiment about him. Hastening his pace and going all out, he snorted.

She was divinity incarnate, perfection made manifest, and bedding her after railing Dash and Fluttershy was his undoing. Even under the best circumstances, he couldn’t last long when he was with her - now, having been with two mares before her, he was put at a substantial disadvantage. Using his stallionhood, wings, and tongue, every tool in his arsenal to get her off, he became a blur of motion.

On and on he went, battling against the growing tide of his bliss for as long as he could. With his hope gradually fading, realizing she would outlast him, she trembled and wrapped her forelegs around his neck. The dying embers of his hope flared, renewed by her sign of weakness, and it gave him the strength to continue on for just a bit longer.

As a tremor crept into her thighs, he pushed himself past the breaking point. It was a race to the finish, they were neck and neck, and it wasn’t a matter of if they were going to cum but when. His cock-head flared, his stallionhood throbbed, and it felt like his heart was about to explode, but his self-restraint paid off.

Tempest’s eyes rolled back and her depths quaked around him as she climaxed a heartbeat as his seed gushed into her. Making out throughout their rapture, they slowed to a halt and basked in their ecstasy. Minutes passed before they broke their kiss, locked eyes, and smiled. He’d always heard that opposites attract, yet he’d never given the saying any credence until he’d met her.

“I love you,” he hummed, unable to keep himself from giving her another peck on the cheek.

Hugging him and holding him close, she rubbed his back. “I love you too…”

Their lives would get more complicated with a pair of new foals in the household, the inclusion of Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash in their relationship came with a number of ups and downs, and they would eventually need a bigger house, though none of those things troubled him. His family meant everything to him and he knew Tempest felt the same way. Resting himself on her, relishing the warmth and comfort she afforded, he closed his eyes and dreamt of what the future held for them…