My Life as a Teenage Sex-Pet

My name is Twilight Sparkle, and for the past few months, I've been living as the devoted sex-pet of my big brother Shining Armor and his wife Cadance.

Now, let me make something perfectly clear right off the bat: this isn't one of those crazy, extreme scenarios you might have read about in a dirty novel or comic book. (Don't ask me how I know about that kind of stuff.) I'm not some sort of sex slave, mind-controlled zombie, or anything else like that. I do have a life outside of my loving obedience to my owners. I have parents, whom I love dearly and visit often. I have friends, my best friends, whom I love to death and continue to spend time with whenever I go to visit them. I have my responsibilities: my studies under Princess Celestia, and my status as the Element of Magic. I have my books, which I still love to read whenever I have time. Of course, I have something else too, something bigger and better than everything else put together, something that's completely changed the direction of my life: my beautiful relationship with my brother and my sister-in-law.

If you had told me a few years ago that I would one day be living in a big castle in the Crystal Empire, waking up every morning next to my BBBFF and my childhood foalstitter, and spending my days living the comfortable life of a royal pet, I would have said you were crazy (and then promptly told you to keep talking). Admittedly, it is a bit crazy how much my life has changed in such a short time, even ignoring things like the ancient magical necklaces and the maniacal villains my friends and I use them on from time to time. A few short years ago, I was a lonely shut-in only concerned with when my next homework assignment was due and how well-organized my bookshelves were. Now, my life revolves around love and comfort and relaxation, all thanks to Master and Mistress, as I call them, opening my mind and opening my heart to the possibilities.

Honestly, I'm not quite sure when I decided I loved them and wanted to be theirs for the rest of my life. In a way, I suppose I always did. Even as a little filly, I loved them, both of them, with the sort of boundless platonic love that lives in the hearts of little children. When Cadance would hug me against her breast and kiss my boo-boos, she would make me feel so safe, and so loved. When Shining would pick me up with his big, strong arms and play with me, he would make me feel so happy, like I'd never be sad again. I suppose, even way back then, I knew where I belonged.

You could write a book about the long, winding path that led me from that place of innocent, childish devotion to where I am now. In fact, I am writing that book, and you can read all about my story once it's published. You'll be able to read about all the ups and downs the three of us took over the years, about how, as I matured, my love for them matured as well, becoming the sort of passionate love a mare shares with her favorite stallion (and her favorite mare). You'll be able to hear about all the hot, steamy details, like the day I gave Cadance my first kiss, and the night Shining popped my cherry and made me a mare. You'll be able to read about the day I finally moved in with the two of them, just a few months after they became the Prince and Princess of the Crystal Empire, and officially began my life as their live-in sex-pet.

I know you're probably eager to hear that story, and I promise I am working on it, but until I'm done, you'll just have to be patient and wait. Tell you what, why don't I give you a little something to tide you over, something to give you an idea of just how much my life really has changed? It just so happens that I had a very good day yesterday, and I think you'd enjoy hearing about it, almost as much as I'd enjoy telling you about it. It all began when I woke up that morning...

The first thing I saw when I woke up was Mistress' face. My heavy eyelids fluttered open, and I looked across the pillow at her. Her head was turned to face me, allowing me to see every inch of her divine face. If I lived a thousand years, I'd never be able to get over just how incredibly beautiful she was. Sculpted, noble features. Plush, feminine lips. A tall, elegant horn. A mane of long silken hair in a spectrum of pinks and purples. Even with her eyes closed in serene sleep, her mouth slightly agape, and her mane messy from the previous night's activities, she was undoubtedly the most gorgeous mare in Equestria.

I slowly leaned forward, closing the distance between us, until I could feel her soft, warm breaths on my face. I pressed my lips to hers, giving her a gentle kiss that warmed me from the inside out. Her sleeping lips responded reflexively, kissing me back, before falling still once again.

After that, I slowly turned my head and looked over at Master, who was lying on the other side of me. He was still asleep too, his head turned up towards the ceiling, presenting me with his unabashedly masculine profile. Just the sight of those strong features, that chiseled jaw, that long, powerful horn, and the heroic handsomeness of his knightly visage was enough to make me feel giddy. It was the face of the stallion I loved, after all, and even if his short, blue mane was slightly disheveled from sleep, he was still the most handsome, studly stallion in Equestria, and I knew I wasn't alone in that assessment.

Like Mistress, I carefully leaned in and planted a kiss on Master's slightly parted lips. His lips, so familiar with the touch of my own, also lazily kissed me back, and continued to move for a moment even after I had pulled back. I chuckled at the eagerness of his body, even when asleep.

While I would have gladly spent hours kissing Master's and Mistress' delicious lips, I had an important job to do. My first duty of the day was always to make sure Mistress and Master woke up on time. They were important ponies after all, and they couldn't afford to sleep late. As their devoted pet, it fell to me to act as their alarm clock, although I liked to think that my method of waking them was a bit more pleasurable than the harsh ringing of a clock.

Taking hold of the rich, warm blanket that covered us, I carefully pushed it down, revealing all three of our naked bodies. Despite all of the many, many times I had seen them in all their glory, the sight of their nude forms never failed to make my heart flutter, and make my little marehood quiver. I pushed myself up into a sitting position, careful not to disturb either of them, and continued pushing down the blanket, not stopping until it had passed over our toes.

For several long moments, I just sat there, reveling in the sight of the two sexiest ponies in the world. To my left lay Mistress, whose beautiful pink body could have put even the most gorgeous models to shame. Even before she had gotten pregnant, she had been breathtakingly alluring, with large, shapely breasts, big birthing hips, a thin waist, a tail as magnificent as her mane, two huge feathered wings on her back, and long, curvaceous legs that went all the way up. Of course, over eight months into her pregnancy, her body had gone through some serious changes. I hadn't thought it was possible to improve on perfection, but I had been forced to amend that conception over the previous months while I had watched Mistress' wide hips grow even wider, watched her breasts swell to the size of watermelons, and watch her gravid belly expand to breathtaking proportions. She had gone from having the body of a sex goddess to having the body of a fertility goddess, and I, for one, could not have been more pleased with the end result.

Of course, I didn't waste the chance to ogle Master as well, whose physique was just as jaw-dropping as his wife's. Vast acres of hard, alabaster flesh were laid out before me, chiseled into a powerful form that was the very picture of masculinity. Broad shoulders, massive pectorals, abs hard enough to grate cheese on, and thick, powerful limbs that made me melt whenever he wrapped them around me. The most eye-catching feature, however, was the immense pillar of masculine fuckmeat that was his godly cock, and the two great churning cumtanks that went along with it. Even as it lay limply across his stomach, that absolute bitchbreaker of a stallionhood was as long as my forearm, and as wide as my wrist, with a broad head that flared out even wider. My mouth watered as I recalled what it looked like when it was hard.

Suffice it to say, I was absolutely enthralled by Master and Mistress' bodies. I adored them; I reveled in them; I worshiped them. Of course, the more I thought about how drop-dead gorgeous the two of them were, the more aware I became of my own less-than-impressive body. I wasn't anything close to the paragon of femininity that Mistress was. I wasn't big and beautiful like she was; I was small, in every way possible, and always had been. Puberty hadn't done much for me in that regard, because even at nineteen, I was still short and skinny, and looked almost like a child next to my regally tall Mistress. I hardly had any breasts to speak of, my own pair being mere road bumps compared to Mistress' mountainous mammaries. My butt wasn't much better, the round, perky shape of my little purple buns being little consolation for their disappointing tininess.

You can imagine how grateful I was that Master and Mistress loved my body as much as I loved theirs. Whenever I was feeling self-conscious, one or both of them would take me in their arms and tell me exactly what I needed to hear, as if they had read my mind. They would tell me how much they loved my "delicious flat chest". They would tell me how much my tiny butt excited them. They would run their fingers through my long mane and tail while they whispered sweet nothings into my ears. Sometimes, they would even reach down and tease the tiny little slit of my bare pussy, making me quiver with love and lust.

I smiled to myself as I thought about this. Without even thinking about it, my hand wandered up to my neck, falling upon the soft, purple collar I wore there. I lovingly caressed it, and fondled the golden tag that hung from it. On one side of the tag was engraved the name "Twily", my pet name, literally and figuratively; the other side read "Property of SA & C". The feel of that familiar accessory always calmed me down. Just feeling its presence on my neck was enough to remind me that, no matter what happened, I would always be theirs, and I would always be loved. For that reason, I never took it off, even on my "days off".

Tearing my eyes away from Master's and Mistress' bodies, and fighting the urge to lick and kiss them all over, I quietly crawled down the enormous bed that we shared. The bed had to be big, of course, because it needed to accommodate three ponies, and sometimes even more than that. Like every day, I first crawled down and got between Mistress' legs, as she was always the first one I woke. She was already lying on her back, so all I needed to do was carefully spread her thick, pillowy thighs to reveal my goal: the big, plump lips of her motherly marehood. The downy pink fuzz just above it had been carefully sculpted into the shape of a heart, the bottom of which seemed to point directly to her little love button and the delicate pink petals below it, as if telling me where to go next.

Needing no further encouragement, I immediately lay down on my belly between her legs, brought my face in close to her pussy, and proceeded to give it the tender worship it deserved. I had never been with a mare before Mistress, but over the countless times she and I had shared our bodies with each other, I had become quite experienced at tending to her needs. I always tried my hardest to show her just how much I loved her through my oral ministrations, and I was always thrilled when she enjoyed herself and praised me for being such a good girl.

Then, as always, I started slow, gently licking and kissing her lower lips, allowing her body to warm up to my touch. It didn't take long before her body began to respond. Mistress squirmed slightly in her sleep and let out soft, breathy moans as her hips bucked gently against my face. Gladdened by this enthusiasm, I played more eagerly with her, eventually slipping my tongue in between her lips and into the tight, warm embrace of her inner walls. I pressed onwards, exploring her familiar depths and seeking out her most sensitive spots, every one of which I knew by heart.

It was always a delicate balancing act. On one hand, I had to move quickly, because I didn't want her to wake up before I got her to the grand finale; on the other hand, I had to move slowly for the same reason. I was in my element that day, however, and so I was able to slowly and gently coax her to her first orgasm of the day. I wasn't able to see her face, due to the immense curvature of her belly, but I used the squirming of her legs and the volume of her sleepy moans as a guide. When I felt the time was right, I went all-out, fervently tongue-fucking her slick pussy and teasing her g-spot, until at last the pleasure proved too much for her unconsciuous body to handle. I heard Mistress' long, shuddering moan, I saw her body tremble, I felt her pussy clamp down on my tongue, and I tasted the flood of delicious marecum she released into my mouth.

I continued to work her quivering pussy until her orgasm finally abated, then let it rest, merely kissing and nuzzling it gently while it recovered. When I felt a soft, feminine hand on my head, petting my mane, I nuzzled it lovingly and kissed it. I pushed myself up so that I could peer over the top of Mistress' belly, and looked up at her. She was looking back at me through half-lidded eyes, a groggy smile on her face.

"Good morning, Mistress," I whispered.

"Good morning, Twily," Mistress whispered back.

I quickly finished lapping up the last drops of marecum still slathered over her lips, making her quiver in the process, then carefully crawled back up the bed. I lay down beside her, snuggling up close to her and holding her hand. We leaned in and brought our lips together for a slow, intimate kiss. My cum-slathered tongue met Mistress' between us, Mistress moaning softly as she got to taste herself on me. When we finally broke our kiss, we pulled back and smiled at one another, chuckling at the thin strand of saliva that connected our lips.

Without another word, we both pushed ourselves up off of the bed, then turned our attention towards the stud still snoozing away beside us. As usual, I climbed down the bed and got between Master's legs, carefully spreading his muscular thighs to allow me access to his enormous, apple-sized balls. Mistress, meanwhile, laid down beside him, lowering her face to where his cock rested against his abs. I took a moment to savor the sight of that beastly tool from close up, as well as the pungent, masculine odor it gave off. I pressed my muzzle right up against his big balls and took a deep breath, shivering in delight as that thick musk filled my lungs.

Without further ado, Mistress and I got to work rousing Master from his deep slumber. As Master's wife, Mistress had the honor of tending to his glorious cock, and of receiving Master's first load of the day. As their sex-pet, my job was to worship his balls, ensuring that they churned up lots of hot, sticky spunk for Mistress to taste. Of course, Mistress was always very generous, and if I did a good job, she would gladly allow me to share in the bounty.

I began by smattering each of those balls with a flurry of gentle kisses to wake them up and put them to work. Meanwhile, Mistress placed long, slow licks on Master's shaft, starting at the medial ring and going all the way up to his head. Master's body responded quickly to our loving ministrations, and in less than a minute, his flaccid cock had swelled to its full, awe-inspiring size: long enough that his head rested between his pecs, and girthy enough that I would have needed both hands to encircle it. That rock-hard pillar of masculine flesh lay there upon his torso, throbbing visibly in anticipation.

Mistress and I didn't make him wait for it, and immediately began coaxing him to his own first orgasm of the day. I did my job well, eagerly, yet gently giving his churning balls a thorough tongue-bath. Mistress did most of the work though. She grasped Master's shaft with one of her velvety hands, then slowly pumped it from top to bottom. At the same time, she brought her mouth to his head, licking and kissing it as if it were the sweetest treat she'd ever had. When she had gotten that head thoroughly lubricated, she opened her mouth wide and, with a practiced skill that I dreamed of matching, took the entirety of that fist-sized head into her mouth. I heard Master's soft, breathy moans as she got to work swirling and twirling her tongue around his tip.

As I had done earlier, Mistress and I were careful to pace ourselves, the two of us wanting to ensure that Master's first conscious sensation would be the toe-curling pleasure of his climax. We paid close attention to his sleeping body, watching it wriggle and buck, listening to his shuddering exhalations, and watching his sleeping face contort in ecstasy. Eventually, when we knew we had pushed him to the brink, Mistress and I worked together to push him over the edge. I eagerly slobbered all over his balls, while Mistress rhythmically sucked his head and worked his shaft. Our efforts eventually paid off as we saw his muscles clench and heard him let out a grunting moan as his big, beautiful cock gave us what we wanted. I could almost hear his balls pumping burst after burst of cum up his length, directly into Mistress' awaiting mouth. Mistress loudly swallowed down several mouthfuls of hot, sticky baby batter, before collecting one last mouthful to share.

As Master lay upon the bed, quivering and panting, I quickly crawled up and laid down behind Mistress, leaning my head over her shoulder. Mistress turned her head and smiled at me as I leaned in for a kiss. With our lips locked, I sent my tongue into her mouth, which was full to bursting with Master's delectable spunk. I eagerly drank it down like a mare dying of thirst, my tongue lapping up every last drop it could find. Mistress swirled and twirled her tongue around mine, allowing me to lick it clean for her. Even after the very last drop of cum had made it down our throats, we continued our sloppy tongue-kiss, moaning softly into each other's mouths.

"Good morning, you two," said Master softly.

Mistress and I broke our kiss and looked over at master, who was smiling lovingly at us.

"Good morning, Shiny," said Mistress.

"Good morning, Master," I said.

I pushed myself up and crawled over to Master's other side, lying down next to him. Mistress and I snuggled up close to him as he put his big, strong arms around us and hugged us close to him. The two of us hugged him back as he leaned in and gave us each a gentle kiss on the lips.

"You both ready for the day?" said Master.

"I'm ready if you are," said Mistress with a smile.

"So ready, Master," I said.

Master reached down and lovingly caressed Mistress' big, swollen belly. "How about the baby?" he said.

Mistress placed a hand on his. "They're ready too," she said. "Can't you feel how lively they are?"

Master chuckled. "Well then, let's not keep them waiting," he said.

When the three of us finally dragged ourselves out of bed, we prepared for our morning workout, as we usually did. Master walked over to his wardrobe and slipped on a pair of soft, flexible shorts to keep his massive cock in check. Meanwhile, Mistress walked over to her huge walk-in closet, with me following close behind her, crawling, not walking, like a true pet.

Once in the closet, I helped Mistress put on her own exercise outfit: a pair of hot pink yoga pants and a matching pink sports bra. My mouth watered as I watched those stretchy pants pulled over her thick thighs and her absolute dumptruck of an ass, the material failing to keep those immense mountains of plump, pink flesh from jiggling with every step she took. Her bra also proved inadequate to constrain her eye-popping curves, as it left little of her jostling, jiggling milk-factories to the imagination. Mistress didn't mind the vast canyon of cleavage it displayed, however; she knew a certain someone wouldn't mind it either.

After rejoining Master, the three of us made our way to the private gym included in the royal apartments. It was a large, spacious place, stocked with the finest machines and equipment money could buy; nothing was too good for Master and Mistress, of course. While Master walked over to the weights and began working his massive muscles, I followed Mistress to her little yoga spot a short distance away. Mistress was far too pregnant to do any strenuous exercises, but she had taken up yoga as a way of keeping her big body fit and limber for when the baby came. She already knew the appropriate techniques for a gravid mare such as herself; I was just there to help her get through the gentle stretches and poses, and to ensure she didn't accidentally hurt herself.

We went slowly, with Mistress bending and stretching her body with practiced ease, and I carefully guiding her limbs all the while. It was an intimate, sensual process, our bodies rubbing together as Mistress progressed through her poses. My hands wandered all over her, caressing her arms, her back, her legs, and her big, beautiful belly. Mistress would tease me when my hands or eyes strayed to her enormous breasts or her ample rear, but I just couldn't help myself! I had seen those chubby cheeks of hers explode their way out of a pair of tight pants before, and I secretly yearned to see it happen again.

As we did this, Master busied himself with his own workout, which was significantly more strenuous, although no less erotic to behold. His huge, rippling muscles flexed and bulged as he hefted around heavy weights more than twice as big as me. As he lifted and pushed and pressed, he let out deep, masculine grunts of exertion that made my mind wander to lustful places. I increasingly found my eyes drawn to him; I watched the sweat trickle down the crevices and ridges of his muscled torso, and watched his iron buns clench as he squatted. Despite telling me to stay focused, Mistress' eyes wandered over in his direction more and more often as well, drinking in the sight of her stud as eagerly as I did.

Master pretended he didn't see us watching, but we saw his knowing grin in the many large mirrors on the walls. His workout became progressively performative, placing more emphasis on putting on a good show for Mistress and I than on genuine exercise. We knew what he was doing, of course, but that didn't make his display of raw, physical power any less tantalizing to watch. As our pussies grew moist thinking about what those strong arms could do to us, Mistress and I put on a little show of our own, attempting to out-tease him. Mistress' poses became increasingly erotic, shamelessly displaying her milky tits and her huge, jiggling rear to her mate. I assisted as best I could, practically molesting Mistress' body as I stroked and squeezed her plumpest places in a notably sapphic fashion. He didn't ogle us, but we could clearly see the swelling length of his cock pressed against his thigh as he moved.

By the time Master asked us if we were ready to hit the shower, I was already leaking onto the floor. Master led Mistress and I to the master bathroom, a huge, luxurious place with a tall glass-walled shower more than big enough for three ponies. I first helped Mistress undress, biting my lip as I watched the stretchy fabric of her pants pulled back, revealing her hot, sweaty ass. Fighting the urge to bury my face in those plush cheeks, I turned to Master, who grinned at me as I knelt before him. Taking hold of his shorts, I reverently pulled them down, allowing his rock-hard cock to spring forth, where it stood tall and proud like the trunk of a mighty tree. As the thick musk of that sweaty cock reached me, I shuddered and let out a soft moan.

The three of us stepped into the shower, the multiple shower heads of which sent down a warm, gentle rain over every inch of our bodies. That alone was enough to coax a pleasured moan out of me, but I was soon moaning much more as I felt the bodies of Master and Mistress press up against me, one pillowy soft, and one hard as diamond. As their hands wandered over my body, playing with my stiffening nipples and squeezing my butt, I looked up at them, and they looked back down at me, their eyes telling me what would be coming next.

Master and Mistress always fucked in the shower after their workouts, and as their devoted pet, I always did my best to help them relax and de-stress. Some days, Master would push Mistress up against the sturdy walls of the shower and watch her breasts smoosh against the glass as he took her from behind. Other days, he would put Mistress on her knees and fuck her throat while I lay beneath her, worshiping her delicious pussy. On that day, however, Master was in the mood for something else, something I probably enjoyed even more than he did.

Sitting himself down on the smooth, sturdy bench that protruded from one of the shower's crystal walls, he beckoned Mistress over to him and his big, throbbing cock. Mistress swayed her motherly hips as she walked up to him and carefully straddled him, sitting down on his lap between him and his cock. Mistress gyrated her hips, rubbing her plush cheeks against the turgid shaft to tease him even further. Master was in the mood for more than teasing, however, so he quickly grabbed two heaping handfuls of those squishy buns, sinking his fingers deep into Mistress' flesh, then carefully lifted her up. Mistress grasped his shoulders for support and pushed herself up on her knees, until there was enough clearance for his lengthy cock to pass underneath her. Lighting up her horn, Mistress carefully raised his cock until it was pointed directly as her sopping pussy, then slowly lowered herself back down. Mistress moaned beautifully as Master's big, bludgeoning head pressed against her lower lips, then forced its way on through into her depths, not stopping until Mistress had taken every inch of Master's pulsating pillar into her. I watched, mesmerized, as Mistress began bouncing on Master's cock, whimpering and moaning as her plump, motherly body jiggled about.

Soon after they began, I was woken from my trance by the sound of Master's voice. "Twily?" he said, looking over at me.

"Yes, Master?" I replied.

Master spread Mistress' ass cheeks, allowing me to see the delicious sweaty asshole nestled between them. He nodded down at her ass, giving me a dirty smile.

"Yes, Master," I said, smiling docilely in response to his unspoken command.

I immediately got down on all fours and crawled to them, getting right up close to Mistress' bouncing butt. Even with the water coursing down their bodies, I could still smell the sweaty, musky scent they gave off, a mouthwatering combination of masculine and feminine odors that was so thick in the air I could practically chew it. I smiled widely, then dove right into the carnal paradise before me, thrusting my face deep into the canyon of Mistress' ass and pressing my mouth up against her asshole. Mistress let out a long, wailing moan as I began to worship that pretty little pucker, eagerly lapping at it as she continued to bounce.

I was in heaven. Watching Master and Mistress rutting like wild beasts, listening to their moans and grunts of pleasure, smelling and tasting their sweet, salty flesh...I could have died happy right there. We had only just begun, but the fire burning between my legs was already strong enough to make me tremble. I whimpered needily and bucked my hips as I tongued Mistress, feeding off of her and Master's lust. Eventually, I was so horny that I felt like I might cum right then and there.

"Mistress," I moaned pathetically in between licks. "Mistress. Can I...Can I...?"

"Oh...oh, yes, Twily!" Mistress moaned. "Yes, you can...you can touch yourself! Just don't stop!"

My hands were on my pussy an instant later, furiously working my aching lips. At the same time, Mistress reached back with one hand and grabbed my head, pressing me firmly against her asshole and holding me there with incredible strength. As her ass bounced up and down, I bounced along with it, my head squeezed between her monstrous cheeks and my tongue lodged deeply into her asshole. Mistress' powerful ass tossed me around so easily, as if I were nothing compared to its sheer feminine might. I felt so weak, so powerless, so insignificant...no more than a living butt plug to increase Mistress' pleasure. I loved it.

After several minutes of intense, passionate lovemaking, of Master spanking Mistress' ass and drinking the milk from her thick, pink nipples, of Mistress smooshing Master's face between her breasts and howling like a wanton whore, the three of us finally came to our eagerly awaited climax. Master grabbed Mistress' hips and slammed her down on his cock, plunging every inch of it into her in one smooth motion. Master roared like a lion as he unloaded the contents of his churning, sloshing balls into Mistress' pussy, and she wailed like a banshee as she was filled so thoroughly that Master's cum leaked back out of her quivering lips. As I heard their cries and felt Mistress' asshole squeeze my tongue like a vice, I came too, spurting marecum all over the floor as I pumped my pussy with reckless abandon.

After we came down from our high, we sat there for a minute, Master and Mistress nuzzling and kissing one another, while I gently lapped up the delectable juices that flowed from Mistress' pussy. Eventually, Mistress dismounted Master and sat beside him on the bench, presenting me with his cum-slathered cock and her own freshly-fucked pussy. I quickly got to work cleaning their soiled loins; I could have just let the water wash away all the cum, but there was no way I was going to miss out on tasting that scrumptious spunk. Master and Mistress smiled down at me and petted me as I licked clean their tender flesh, telling me what a good girl I was.

Eventually, the three of us set about doing what we had actually gotten in the shower to do: get clean. Each of us picked up a bar of scented soap from nearby, then got to work lathering up each other's bodies. Master and I worked together to wash Mistress from head to toe, being especially gentle with her sensitive breasts and marehood. Afterwards, Mistress and I scrubbed down Master, trying not to get distracted as we washed every nook and cranny of his studly body. Finally, Master and Mistress took me in their arms and gave me a good wash as well, making sure their little pet got all squeaky clean. They couldn't help but sneak in a few tickles as they caressed me with their soapy hands, making me squeal and giggle as they teased my most sensitive spots.

When the last of the suds had been rinsed from our bodies, the three of us got out of the shower and toweled each other off with warm, fluffy towels, making sure to dry every inch of each other's bodies. Afterwards, Master went off to get dressed and to check on the servants preparing our breakfast. Meanwhile, I stayed behind and helped Mistress with her hair, then followed her back to her closet. I helped Mistress pick out her outfit for the day: a long, loose pregnancy dress pure white in color. I thought she looked so beautiful in it; she looked noble and refined, like a true princess, but also unabashedly feminine, the dress showing tasteful amounts of her plush flesh.

When she was ready for the day, Mistress and I joined Master on the large balcony of our apartments, where the breakfast table had been laid out. Master and Mistress often liked to have breakfast out there; the warmth of the morning sun always felt so good on your coat, and the view of the glittering crystal city far below was breathtaking. No less breathtaking was the spread that had been prepared for Master and Mistress' breakfast. Tall towers of warm, fluffy pancakes rose up from the table, slathered in butter and syrup, and decorated with fresh fruit. Platters of picturesque fried eggs sat next to slices of toast from a dozen different breads and jars of jelly from as many kinds of fruit. A beautiful centerpiece of colorful flowers sat in the middle of the long table, completing the picture.

Master and Mistress took their seats and started on their breakfasts, discussing the news and their plans for the day in between bites. While I shared their breakfast, I did not share their table; pets don't eat at the table, after all. Instead, I ate my pancakes out of a large crystal bowl that sat on the ground beside the table, and next to a plush little pet bed. I laid down on the bed, lazily stretching out upon it as I gobbled down my food.

When I had finished my breakfast, my belly was full, and yet I still had a craving for something else, a craving no amount of pancakes could satisfy. As Master and Mistress continued eating, I subtly crawled under the table, making my way towards Master. I positioned myself between Master's legs and tentatively extended a hand, placing it on the massive bulge concealed by his pants. I lovingly stroked him, and felt his flaccid flesh stiffen in response. Eventually, I drew the attention of the stallion himself, who peeked under the table at me and gave me a smile. I smiled back up at him and gave him a needy look. Master chuckled, spread his legs, and gave me an approving nod.

My smile widened, and I immediately turned my attention back to his bulge. Moving carefully, so as not to distract him from his breakfast, I fished his rapidly swelling cock out of his pants, allowing it to hang freely between his legs. I couldn't help but marvel at Master's godlike stamina as his cock prepared to get milked for the third time that morning, throbbing as heartily as it had an hour earlier. I helped it get up to full mast, wrapping my hands around its shaft and giving it several long, slow pumps. Within moments, it had expanded to its full, mighty length, growing long enough to boop my snoot and leave a bead of pre there for me to sniff.

Spurred on by that intoxicating smell, I began worshiping his stallionhood in earnest, pumping his shaft at a steady, measured pace while taking his flared head into my mouth. While my oral skills weren't on par with Mistress', I was eventually able to squeeze its great girth past my lips and into the confines of my hot, wet mouth. I eagerly sucked on it while drawing circles around his slit with my tongue and lapping up the salty pre that leaked from it. I listened to Master and Mistress discuss affairs of state, gradually increasing the speed of my pumping and sucking at the minutes passed. When I saw the telltale signs that he was nearing his climax, I shifted into high gear, working his cock with all the strength my little arms could manage and sucking hard to draw out the thick, goopy treasure I sought. My efforts were soon rewarded as, with a grunt and a throb, Master unleashed the contents of his churning balls directly into my mouth. I nearly choked as my mouth was filled with a tsunami of his liquid love, but I managed to control myself, and diligently gulped down every single drop he had to give me. When I had finished milking him dry, I pulled his head back out of my mouth with a loud, wet pop, then placed a smattering of gentle kisses all over it. Master reached down with one hand and patted my head, letting me know what a good job I had done.

I carefully returned Master's softening cock to his pants, then spun around, looking to the other end of the table, where I saw Mistress' vulnerable lower half. You'd think a belly full of Master's fresh cum would have been enough to satisfy me, but as soon as my eyes fell on Mistress' thick thighs, her big belly, and the perfectly pedicured feet within her golden sandals, I suddenly found myself hungry again. I quickly crawled over to Mistress, where I began kissing my way up her legs, starting at her feet, going up her calves, before arriving at her thighs, where I was able to peek up at her from under the table. Mistress looked down at me, seeing the desiring look on my face, then smiled and nodded. She carefully leaned back in her seat, spread her legs, and pulled up her dress, revealing to me the plump cameltoe of her pure white panties.

I immediately got to work, getting in close and reverently pulling aside those panties, revealing the motherly marehood that lay beneath it. I carefully stroked those thick lips and those delicate little petals while giving her pretty pink clit a series of kisses and licks. Mistress moaned softly as I worked, inhaling sharply when my fingers finally slipped between her lips and into her hot, juicy pussy, slowly plunging deep into her depths. I continued to give her delicate little love button the oral worship it deserved, licking and gently sucking on it as I pumped my fingers in and out of her, each thrust faster and harder than the last. Mistress continued chatting with Master as I worked, but her words were increasingly muffled by her pleasured moans. When I felt she was ready, I accelerated to rapid speed, my fingers a blur as they repeatedly thrust into her, targeting her most sensitive spots. Her moans rose to an erotic crescendo as her hips bucked, her pussy clenched like a vice, and a torrent of hot nectar spewed from her beautiful flower. I continued working her as she came, not stopping until her quivering cunny had fallen still once again. I withdrew my cum-slathered fingers, quickly licking them clean, before cleaning up Mistress' leaking lips. She reached down and lovingly stroked my face as I made her presentable again, giving her lips one last kiss before putting her panties back in their proper place.

When Master and Mistress finally finished their breakfast, the three of us made our way back inside, where Master gave Mistress a goodbye kiss. As Mistress had approached the end of her pregnancy, Master had taken on more and more of her royal duties, giving her more free time to rest and relax. Unfortunately, that meant that he had to spend most of the day away from us, attending to all the day-to-day tasks required to keep the Empire running.

"See you tonight, Cady," said Master, giving Mistress' butt a playful squeeze.

"Don't be late," said Mistress, fondling his crotch.

When they pulled away, Master looked down at me and smiled. "Will you be a good girl for your Mistress today?" he said.

"Yes, Master," I said, smiling back at him. "I'll be good and...I'll miss you."

Master chuckled and petted my head. "I'll miss you too, Twily," he said as he leaned down and gave me a goodbye kiss of my own.

When Master had gone, Mistress and I made our way back to the bedroom, Mistress letting out a long yawn as we went. With a belly full of pancakes and a womb full of baby, she was feeling drowsy, as she usually did around that time of day. As had become our habit, the two of us prepared to take a little midmorning nap before heading out ourselves. I helped Mistress slip out of her dress and her sandals, then the two of us got back into bed, snuggling up together under the covers. We entwined our legs and played footsie as we cuddled, savoring the moment of tender intimacy. I rested my head on her plush chest pillows and lazily suckled on her milky nipples while caressing her belly. Mistress lovingly stroked my mane and moaned softly as we both gradually drifted off to sleep.