My Life as a Teenage Sex-Pet

Mistress and I spent the rest of the afternoon together in her bedroom, not emerging until our bellies began rumbling in anticipation of dinner. I helped Mistress get her clothes back onto her weary, yet satisfied body, and helped her brush out her mane and tail. When she was ready, we made our way to the private dining room of the royal apartments, where Mistress checked in on the servants preparing our dinner.

It was around that time that Master finally returned home, having finished the last of his duties for the day. I could hardly contain my excitement as Mistress and I went to greet him.

"Master!" I cried out with a smile. "You're home!"

Master chuckled as he watched me crawl up to him and kneel at his feet. "Hey, Twily," he said, smiling and petting my head. He leaned down and gave me a quick kiss that made me shiver in delight. "Were you a good girl today?"

"Oh, yes, Master!" I said. "I was very good today! Wasn't I, Mistress?" I looked back at Mistress as she casually approached us.

Mistress chuckled. "Yes, Twily," she said, stroking my mane, "you were very good today."

Mistress embraced Master, and the two of them came together for a brief, but passionate smooch. "How about you, sweetie?" she cooed. "Were you good today? Get all your work done?"

"You know it," said Master.

"Even your interview with the new maid candidates?" said Mistress, a sultry look in her eye.

"Especially that," said Master, mirroring Mistress' expression.

"And...how many of them did you decide to...take on?" said Mistress as one of her hands slowly wandered down Master's muscled torso to his crotch, caressing the bulge it found there.

"Well...they all seemed promising," said Master, "so...I decided to keep all five of them."

Mistress quivered and licked her lips. "All five?" she said incredulously. "Are you sure you can handle that many? We already have so many maids for you to look after." All three of us knew the question was rhetorical.

Master chuckled. "I can handle them," he said. "The question is, are we gonna be able to support five more mares on maternity leave?"

"Don't you worry your sexy little head about that," said Mistress, booping his snoot. "You'd have to knock up half the mares in the Empire before we'd start having money problems."

Master raised an eyebrow. "Is that a challenge?" he said.

"Not much of a challenge for you, I'd bet," said Mistress, squeezing his crotch.

When Master and Mistress finished their banter, the three of us made our way to the dining room, where our dinner was waiting for us. I had hardly been able to keep my rumbly tummy in check once I had learned that we were having my favorite that night: hayburgers. As soon as my bowl was placed before me, and I smelled the delicious aroma of those thick, juicy burgers, I dove right in, devouring them as eagerly as I had devoured Mistress' pussy that afternoon. Master and Mistress chuckled at my gluttonous fervor as they sat at the table, eating their own burgers in a much more refined manner. Of course, Master couldn't help but chuckle at Mistress as well when he learned that she had requested her burger with grape jelly and chocolate sauce, due to a sudden craving she had gotten a short while earlier.

I gobbled down burger after burger, until my bloated belly couldn't handle any more, and I was forced to give up. I laid there on my little bed for a while, resting contentedly while Master and Mistress ate and discussed the events of the day. After a while, however, my eyes began to wander under the table, and my mind began to wander to naughty places. My belly might have been full of burgers, but I suddenly found myself craving a thick, juicy sausage as well. Getting up on my hands and knees, I lazily crawled under the table in search of my favorite dessert.

As he had that morning, Master gave me permission to take what I wanted when he saw me needily pawing at his crotch. Within moments, I had freed his great, girthy cock, which hung limply between his legs. The scent of it struck me like a slap in the face. That pillar of irresistible stallionmeat had been stuffed inside his pants all day, (when it had not been in use,) and gave off a thick, sweaty musk that quickly drowned out the smell of burgers. I eagerly pressed my face right up against it and took a deep breath, shivering as that overwhelmingly masculine scent filled my lungs.

As I proceeded to tend to his studly cock, slowly kissing and licking up and down its length, coaxing it to full mast, I noticed a certain other olfactory sensation, one I was not quite as familiar with as the sweet stench of Master's meat. My curious tongue probed the surface of that thick, throbbing cock, examining the tastes in question, until I eventually realized what it was: the subtly distinguishable tastes of five fertile, unprotected pussies. At least five, I thought with a shudder.

With my own pussy clenching in arousal, I eagerly took that now rock-hard cock into my mouth, giving my stud of a Master the best blowjob I could manage. I got his head into my mouth without too much difficulty, but I still struggled a bit to fit that battering ram down my throat, something Mistress always did so effortlessly. Thankfully, Master gave me a hand, literally and figuratively. Without pausing his conversation with Mistress, he reached down and placed a hand on the back of my head, then gave me a firm push, forcing me further down his cock. I gagged slightly as his head slipped into my throat, but once it was in there, I was able to manage on my own. I said a silent "thank you" to Master, grasped the lower half of his lengthy shaft with both hands, then got to work.

My hands moved up and down his shaft, pumping him with gradually increasing speed. At the same time, I bobbed my head forward and back, taking inch after inch of Master's delicious meat down my throat, loving the feel of it stretching me out. I sucked hard every time, and eagerly lapped at his stiff flesh, begging his body to work up a great big, sticky load for me. It took quite a while for me to get what I so deeply desired; Master's naturally impressive endurance had only been accentuated by the plentiful exercise his cock had no doubt gotten that day. Still, I persisted, and by the time my double-handed pumps had reached mach speed, and I had about half of Master's length past my lips, he was ready to burst. I saw him quiver and clench, and heard a soft masculine growl as he finally reached his climax, unloading the contents of his churning balls straight down my throat. I nearly came myself as I felt his thick spunk filling me up from the inside, and heard the audible pumping of it up his cock. I kept pumping him until he was completely spent, then slowly pulled him back out of me, licking clean his head as it got back up to my mouth.

I dutifully returned Master's cock to his pants, receiving a loving pat on the head in acknowledgment of my good behavior. I absentmindedly stroked my belly, feeling contentedly full in more ways than one. Not wanting Mistress to feel left out, however, I made my way over to her end of the table as well. I nuzzled her legs and gave her a loving, submissive smile, letting her know that I was at her command. Mistress smiled down at me and stroked my cheek, but declined my offer. While somewhat disappointing, the fact that I had satisfied her so thoroughly earlier also made my heart swell with pride and satisfaction. I made my way back to my pet bed, relaxing there while Master and Mistress finished their meal.

Eventually, dinner came to a close, Master and Mistress having filled their bellies as fully as I had filled my own. All three of us were feeling comfortably lethargic as our bodies worked to digest, not the proper state for any sort of vigorous activity. Luckily, the three of us knew the perfect way to relax after a long day of work and a long day of play.

Once again, the three of us made our way to the master bathroom, although not to shower. Instead, Mistress approached the huge crystal bathtub the room featured and began filling it with soothingly warm water. As it filled, Master and I helped Mistress slip out of her clothing, kissing and caressing her beautiful body as it was exposed. After that, Mistress and I did the same for Master, fighting the temptation to reach for his third leg. A healthy dose of bubble bath and a few scented candles later, we were ready for a long, relaxing soak.

After turning off the water, Master stepped into the tub, panting for a few moments as his body adjusted to the cleansing heat of the water. When he had settled in, leaning back against the edge of the tub, he reached out a hand towards Mistress to help her in. I took Mistress' other hand, and together, Master and I helped Mistress step carefully into the water herself. The soft moans that Mistress let out as she slowly lowered herself down were music to my ears, and the quivering of her plump, jiggly body made for a mouthwatering sight. Mistress lay back against Master, snuggling up to him and resting her head on his shoulder, then gave me an inviting smile. Wasting no time, I quickly, yet carefully climbed into the tub, shivering in delight as I felt the water's steamy kiss all over me. I sat down and lay back against Master as well, snuggling up to him and Mistress as he wrapped his arms around us in a strong, protective embrace.

As much as I loved participating in much more invigorating activities with Master and Mistress, I think I enjoyed our quiet, peaceful bathtimes just as much. It was one of the few times of the day when we could all be together, sharing our bodies with each other in a (mostly) wholesome display of physical intimacy, and sharing the contents of our hearts in complete privacy. We nuzzled each other, exchanging soft, gentle smooches full of love, and not just the love of a Master, Mistress, and their pet, but the love of a family, of a brother and sister, of a husband and wife, and two sisters-in-law. The three of us valued those familial bonds immensely, and we made sure to remind each other constantly that we did, whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears as we cuddled.

Oftentimes, we would simply lie together like that in semi-silence, as our hands lazily wandered over each other's bodies, squeezing and stroking as they pleased. Other times, our whisperings would turn to more substantive topics. We would sometimes tell jokes, recount embarrassing anecdotes from our pasts, or simply share our feelings about things, as we ended up doing on that particular evening.

"Twily?" whispered Cadance, as I lovingly stroked her belly.

"Yes, Mistress?" I whispered back.

"Are you...happy, Twily?" said Mistress, her expression loving, yet serious. "Here with us, I mean."

Master and Mistress asked me this every so often, and my answer was always the same.

"Of course I am, Mistress," I said with a smile. "I love being here with you and Master."

"You're not just saying that to make us feel good, are you?" said Master.

"No, Master," I said. "I...I really do love it here. I love living here with you both. You both...make me so happy. I can't imagine a happier life than the one I have right now."

"Is that so?" said Master.

"You mean to tell us that...there isn't anything you're unhappy about?" said Mistress. "There isn't anything we could do...to make you happier?"

I was going to affirm this immediately, but before I could, I found my eyes wandering down to Mistress' belly, and my words caught in my throat. I considered the matronly beauty of that gravid belly, and couldn't help but juxtapose it with my own disappointingly flat one. I briefly thought about voicing my feelings, knowing that, no matter what, Master and Mistress would listen and not judge, but I couldn't bring myself to. The two of them had already made me the happiest mare in the world; to ask more of them would have been selfish.

"No, Mistress," I said, looking back up at her. "There's...there's nothing I'm unhappy about."

I quickly looked away again, feeling guilty for my little white lie. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Master and Mistress share a knowing look and a smile.

Our bath proceeded normally after that. As per usual, it eventually came to an end as the water grew cool and our bodies grew hot from our increasingly heavy petting. Our hands began to wander to the lewder parts of each other's bodies, stroking each other's sensitive flesh with naughty intent. The touch of Master's strong, masculine fingers on my marehood, and the touch of Mistress' soft, feminine ones on my little pink nipples made me shudder and moan. Master's and Mistress' bodies responded to our play as well, Mistress' nipples growing stiff, and Master's cock slowly swelling between us. The three of us looked at one another, and we simultaneously recognized the time had come to move from the bathroom to the bedroom. The three of us allowed the water to drain as we stepped out of the tub, then quickly toweled the water and bubbles from our bodies. We weren't very thorough; rubbing each other's moist bodies quickly stoked the flames burning in our loins, leaving us unable to ignore our urges any longer.

Still naked, the three of us stepped out of the bathroom and into our bedroom, Master hurrying Mistress and I along with a couple of playful spanks that made us squeal and giggle. Mistress and I quickly stepped up to the foot of our bed, with Master trailing behind us. Mistress and I climbed up onto the bed, slowly and sensually, getting on our hands and knees. Inch by inch, the two of us crawled up the bed towards the pillows, swaying our hips and lifting our tails to give Master a good show. I could feel Master's eyes on me, running up, down, and all around my body; I shivered in excitement and bit my lip. When we reached the pillows, Mistress and I turned and lay back against the headboard, striking provocative poses that allowed Master to inspect all of the lewdest parts of our bodies.

Master stood at the foot of the bed, his hands on his hips, and a cocky, confident grin on his lips. Unlike me, he wasn't even trying to look sexy, and yet I felt my pussy quiver as I looked at him, drinking in the sight of that tall, handsome, muscular stud and the rock-hard cock standing tall and proud before him. I quivered even more as I watched him climb onto the bed and slowly advance towards us, moving slowly, casually even, as if he had all the time in the world.

He did have all the time in the world, in fact. He knew we wouldn't be going anywhere. He knew Mistress and I wouldn't dare leave that bed, not until we had gotten a taste of the thick pillar of fuckmeat between his legs. He knew who held all the cards in that little game of ours. He knew who of the three of us was in control. He knew it, Mistress knew it, and I knew it as well as I knew my own name. He was the big, strong alpha wolf, and we were merely a couple of bitches in heat, desperately waiting for him to satisfy our primal needs. We knew he would, of course. We all knew what was going to happen. The only question was how it would happen. My mouth watered as I considered the possibilities.

Eventually, Master did reach us, staring hungrily at the feast of soft, feminine flesh laid out before him for a moment, then pounced. Master threw himself down onto his back between Mistress and I, then quickly reached out and wrapped his arms around our waists. Mistress and I yelped in pleasant surprise as he pulled us closer with his big, strong arms, holding us tightly against him. Before we even had time to recover, Master growled and pressed his lips against Mistress', drawing her into a wild, passionate kiss. I had only a moment to savor the sight of them making out before I felt Master's hand on the back of my head, and I was suddenly pulled into the kiss as well.

Pleasure arced through my body like lightning as we shared our three-way kiss, making my toes clench and my nipples grow stiff. The feel of their lips and their tongues on my own was overwhelming, so skilled were those two in the bedroom arts. They moved with a speed and a lustful ferocity that I could not have even hoped to match with my own meager mouth. They were like a sex god and a sex goddess locked in a loving, but brutal struggle for dominance, with me caught in the middle of it. I tried in vain to keep up with them as our tongues sparred, but I was helpless before them, unable to do anything but moan needily as their tongues invaded my mouth, ravishing my tender flesh in ways that only they could have.

My mind swam with lustful thoughts as Master tongue-wrestled with us and boldly groped our bodies, squeezing our breasts, spanking our asses, and stroking our pussies, as if we were his own personal playthings. I thought back to all of the countless evenings we had spent together in that bed, wondering how Master was planning on making use of his devoted wife and his devoted sex-pet on that occasion. Would he lay us down on our backs and take turns ramming his cock down our throats and slapping his big balls against our faces? Would he ravage our asses, filling up our tight little assholes with big, fat loads of spunk, then make us eat it back out of each other? Or maybe he would simply pull both of us into full nelsons, one after the other, and pump each of our pussies full of enough of his baby batter to have impregnated us a hundred times over.

As it turned out, he did all of that. He did all of that and much more.

I don't know how long we spent together on that bed, fucking and being fucked. I don't know how many wild, sloppy kisses I shared with each of them, moaning whorishly into their mouths. I don't know how many thick, salty loads Master pumped into us and onto us, filling every one of our holes. I don't know how many times I heard Master's deep, bestial growls, or Mistress' erotic wailing, or my own squealing and screaming. I don't know how many times I felt Master and Mistress' hands on me, squeezing me, pinching me, teasing me, and petting me lovingly. I don't know how many times I came, how many times my tender little marehood clenched down around a tongue, or fingers, or Master's great big cock, spewing marecum like a geyser as my mind was consumed by the raw, primal pleasure of our lovemaking.

I do know, however, that eventually, it came to an end. Eventually, our bedroom fell still and silent once again. Through the dense haze that clouded my thoroughly cum-drunk brain, I became aware that I was lying on my back, my head resting on one of our big fluffy pillows. I slowly turned my head, the only part of my spent body my jelly-like muscles were capable of moving, and looked over at Mistress. She lay beside me, as weary and disheveled as I was. Her beautiful mane and tail were a mess, and much of her flawless, pink coat was slathered with saliva, sweat, milk, and cum of both the mare and stallion varieties. She was breathing heavily, but as out half-lidded eyes met, she gave me a smile, and I smiled right back at her. Then, I looked the other direction, and saw Master sprawled out on my other side, seemingly having reached the end of his near-limitless endurance. His broad, muscled chest, slathered with sweat and saliva, rhythmically rose and fell in time with his heavy breaths. When he noticed me looking at him, he met my gaze, and gave me that warm, loving smile he had given me so often when we were young.

"You alright over there, sweetie?" said Mistress, her voice weak and breathy.

Master chuckled softly. "Never better," he replied in a similarly weary fashion.

With visible effort, Master forced his muscles to move, and slowly rolled over onto his side, facing me. He reached out and took hold of me, carefully rolling me onto my side, facing Mistress, then pressed himself against me. I sighed contentedly as he spooned me, holding my soft little body against his big, powerful one and embracing me. The profound feeling of safety and love I felt from this was only increased as Mistress, too, rolled over onto her side, facing me. She slowly snuggled up to me, smooshing her big belly against mine and her massive, milky tits against my chest. Mistress embraced me, and she and Master nuzzled their faces closely against mine, close enough that the three of us were able to share our warm, moist breaths.

"Did you get enough, Twily?" whispered Mistress.

I smiled. "Oh...yes, Mistress," I said.

"You sure?" whispered Master. "I think I got about...one more left."

I felt the familiar touch of Master's cock against my legs. That great behemoth felt to be about half-full, but as we cuddled, I felt it slowly stiffen again, pushing its way between my thighs just a few inches away from my freshly fucked pussy.

"Oh...if...if you want to, Master," I said, "but...but I'm really tired."

Mistress smooched my snoot, then looked at Master. "I guess we should have done it earlier," she said.

"We can tomorrow, if she's up for it," said Master.

"Do what?" I said, my curiosity piqued.

Mistress gave me a playfully coy expression. "Oh...nothing," she said. "You're tired, Twily. We'll tell you another time."

I could tell what she was doing, but that didn't mean it didn't work. "No, wait!" I said. "I'm...I'm not that tired. Please tell me."

I must have been giving Mistress some pretty big puppydog eyes, because she soon took pity on me and broke her silence.

"Well...alright," said Mistress. "You see, Twily...Shiny and I have been talking..."

"Talking about you," said Master. "Talking about us."

"What do you mean?" I said.

"Twily...Shiny and I...we love you," said Mistress. "We love you more than anypony else in the world. We've loved you since you were a little filly...and we've wanted you to be ours ever since then. We've wanted you to be a part of our lives...but we haven't been sure if you really wanted to be a part of our lives."

"What?" I said. "Of course I do! I...I love you both too! I want to be a part of your lives! I want that more than anything!"

"Twily, Twily," said Mistress soothingly. "We know. We know that you love us. We know that you're happy here. We know that now."

"It's just...when you first came here to live with us," said Master, "you seemed so eager, but...you were so nervous too. You were a smart girl and...we knew you knew what you were getting into, but...we weren't sure if this is what you really wanted."

"We asked a lot of you back then," said Mistress. "We still ask a lot of you...but we know that you've loved it all the same. You've shown us that you understand the life ahead of you...understand it here –" she touched my forehead "– and in here –" she touched my chest "– and that it really is the life you want."

"We've been holding back these past months...for your sake," said Master. "We wanted to make sure that...you had an out. We wanted to make sure that...if you ever changed your mind about this...about us...that you could. You could leave...no strings attached. We could go back to the way we used to be...just loving each other as family...and you wouldn't have anything holding you back."

"But now that we know what you truly want," said Mistress, "we don't need to hold back anymore. We don't want to hold back anymore. We want to make you ours...completely ours...every last bit of you." She reached down and placed a hand on my belly, right on top of my womb. "And we know you want that too."

My eyes widened as the true meaning of their words dawned on me. "Mistress," I said. "Master." I looked back and forth between them, seeing the sincerity in their eyes. "You...You mean...?"

"Twily," said Mistress. "I want you to be mine...and I want you be Shiny's. I want you to be his as much as I am. I want you to have what I have. I want you to have what he's given me." She lovingly stroked her belly. "I want him to give it to you too."

"And I really want to give it to you," said Master.

"So what do you think, Twily?" said Mistress. "Do you want that too? Do you want to be my stud's baby mama? Do you want to be happy little broodmares together? Do you want to spend your life...making a big, happy family with us...because that's what's in store for you. That's what we want you to be a part of."

"We know what we're asking of you," said Master. "We know this is...a lot to think about. We'll understand if you want to think it over for a while...maybe make a pro-and-con list, knowing you..."

"No!" I said quickly. "No, I...I don't need to think it over! I've been thinking it over every day since I came here. And I don't need to make a list either. I've made more than my fair share of lists. I...I want to make something else now. I want to make...I want to make a baby. I want to make your baby, Master. I want to spend the rest of my life making your babies...and raising those babies with you, Mistress. I want it so bad...so please...don't hold back any longer. Don't hold back even one more minute. I want this, and...I want it right now. Please. Please."

Master and Mistress smiled at me for a moment, then one at a time, leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss on my lips.

"Okay, Twily," said Master. "We'll give it to you. We'll give you exactly what you've been wanting." He looked at Mistress. "Care to do the honors?"

"With pleasure," said Mistress with a smile.

Mistress' long, spiraled horn stirred to life, its soft blue glow illuminating our faces. A second later, a similar glow appeared on my belly, right where my womb was. I felt a pleasurable tingle deep in my gut, although whether that was the result of Mistress' magic, or merely the butterflies in my stomach, I wasn't sure. The tingle disappeared almost as quickly as it had arrived, and my glowing belly fell dim as Mistress doused her horn.

I didn't feel any different physically. Still, I couldn't help but place a hand on my belly, as if I expected to feel something there, or maybe a lack of something. While my belly felt the same as always, I still felt a sort of giddy warmth as I realized that my fertile little womb was once again unprotected, vulnerable, absolutely nothing standing between my girls and the countless millions of boys currently churning in Master's balls.

"You ready, Twily?" said Master.

I swallowed. "Yes," I said confidently. "I'm ready. I'm so ready."

Mistress chuckled. "Well, you heard her," she said.

"Yes, I did," said Master with a smile.

Master looked me in the eye as he slowly drew back his hips, pulling his rock-hard cock back through my thighs, one inch at a time. Despite having taken it inside me many times that night, and many more times before then, the realization of what that colossal cock was about to do to me made it seem all the more powerful, all the more dangerous, and all the more irresistible. It was no longer a mere tool for fucking my holes raw and melting my brain with pleasure. It was a babymaker, the embodiment of his unparalleled virility and his studly status. It was built for one thing, and one thing only: knocking up needy little mares like me, and now, it was finally my turn. I could hardly wait.

Eventually, Master's head was pulled between my thighs. Mistress reached down and carefully raised it up, until that big battering ram met the tender, cum-slathered lips of my quivering marehood. I shivered from head to toe as Master slowly forced himself back into me, his powerful cock easily pushing past my delicate petals and through the tight grasp of my inner walls. Lubricated as it was by my fluids, and by the immense amount of his own fluids he had already painted it with, Master easily slid through my passageway, right up to the entrance to my now unprotected womb, but he didn't stop there. He kept pushing, his bludgeoning head pressing against my belly from the inside as he pushed the remaining inches of his shaft inside of me. I clenched my toes and let out a soft, shuddering moan as he hilted inside of me, fitting his massive, throbbing key into my little lock.

I breathed heavily onto Mistress' face as the three of us embraced once again, Master hugging me from behind, and Mistress from the front. With Mistress' breasts in the way, I couldn't see the massive bulge his cock was making in my belly, but I could feel it poking against Mistress' belly, Master teasingly rubbing it against her through my skin. Stud that he was, he was giving his current broodmare a feel of the tool that had knocked her up even as he was busy knocking up another broodmare. Mistress seemingly recognized the sheer eroticism of this as well, briefly glancing down and moaning.

As Master began, he dragged his cock back out of me at an almost infuriatingly slow pace, and only withdrew a few inches before thrusting back into me just as slowly. After the session of rough, wild, bed-breaking sex I had just been through, that mild stimulation was more than enough to make my tender flesh tingle with pleasure, but I still wanted more. I had waited so long for that night, the night Master would finally put a baby in me, and I didn't want to wait even one more minute to feel his baby batter flooding my womb. Still, no matter how much I moaned, how much I shivered, and how much I whispered their names, Master continued at his own pace, asserting his loving dominance over me and my body.

He was letting me savor it, I realized; he was forcing me to. He was forcing me to feel every inch of his cock. He was forcing me to feel every minute sensation he was giving me. He was forcing me to focus on it, to burn every blissful second of our gentle lovemaking into my brain. He wanted me to remember the night he finally put my fertile, fecund body to proper use and put a bun in my oven, the first of many such nights, I hoped.

I would remember it. I would remember it for as long as I lived, and cherish it just as long. Even then, I cherished the experience. I cherished the feel of Master's cock being repeatedly holstered inside of me. I cherished the gentle smooches Master and Mistress placed on my face, on my head, and on my neck. I cherished the soft sounds of their voices as they whispered my name, telling me how much they loved me, how beautiful I was, and how happy they were going to make me every day of the rest of my life. I cherished the feel of their legs entwined with mine, and the tips of our horns kissing above our heads. I especially cherished the moment when Mistress unfurled her great wings and pulled us into a great big wing-hug, leaving me wrapped in a cozy little cocoon, completely surrounded by beautiful flesh, beautiful feathers, and beautiful, loving hearts.

My pleasured vocalizations grew louder and breathier as the minutes passed and my body swelled with lustful energy once again. My weary body trembled with every thrust of Master's cock, but he and Mistress held me firm, their tight embrace making me feel safe, happy, and above all else, loved unconditionally. I felt that love as Master's thrusts slowly accelerated, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I felt it as his cock throbbed and trembled within me, alerting me to his own impending climax. And when at last he drew back his cock for the final time, grunting as he rammed the entire thing back into me with one swift motion, I felt a whole lot of that hot, sticky love within me too.

As I felt the first drops of Master's load spewed against my sensitive flesh, I was immediately thrown into yet another spine-tingling, toe-curling, pussy-clenching orgasm, and yet, as my mind was inundated with the carnal pleasure of it, I could not help but think how profoundly different it was from the many other climaxes I had savored that night. It was not a powerful tidal wave that slammed into me, instantly overwhelming me and sweeping me away into a swirling torrent of lust. Instead, it was a slow, gentle stream of warm water that washed over me like the most pleasurable shower in the world, its soothing heat cleansing me of all the stresses, all the desperation, and all of the impurities that I hadn't even realized were there. As I lay there, moaning, panting, and quivering within the loving grasp of my Master and my Mistress, I felt a sense of naked purity, every bit of myself, body and mind, laid bare before them, with nothing to come between us. I had never felt so intimate with another soul as I did right then with the two of them.

I coasted on the waves of pleasure washing over me, listening to Master's soft grunts as he emptied his final reserves, pumping his every last drop up and out of his throbbing cock, right at the gate to my womb. I could feel the fresh cum filling up all of my nooks and crannies, forcing Master's previous loads to seep back out of my lips, so thoroughly stuffed was I. I could practically feel his little swimmers making their way into the womb that had waited so long to welcome them. I even thought I could feel the exact moment my eager little egg was gangbanged by all of its many mates, until at last one of them managed to slip through, making me officially, undeniably, one-hundred-percent knocked up.

As my climax receded into the gentle warmth of afterglow, I simultaneously felt more tired and more energetic than I had ever felt in my life. I wanted to shout and scream in joy. I wanted to run about the room like a little filly on Hearth's Warming morning. I wanted to let the whole world know what had happened, and what I now was, and yet I did not have the strength to move even a single one of my limp muscles. Through blurry, half-lidded eyes I looked upon the faces of my Master and my Mistress, my lips and tongue trying in vain to form the words "thank you".

The last thing I felt before I passed out was their lips pressing against mine, each of them giving me one last goodnight kiss. The last thing I saw was their beautiful faces grow dim as the bedroom lights were turned off, leaving only the pale moonlight streaming through our windows to illuminate them. The last thing I thought about was the precious little life growing within me, and how happy I would be when I finally got to hold them in my arms.

So, did you like hearing about my day? I hope so, because I sure enjoyed telling you about it. And if you liked hearing about that, you'll love hearing about everything I'm writing about in my book. I promise I'll get it finished as soon as I can, but hopefully this will able to tide you over until then. I'd love to tell you more, but I have some very important business to take care of right now. I have a long list of baby names to go through, and I want to make sure I choose the perfect one. Goodbye for now. I hope the rest of your day will be as wonderful as mine was.