Chapters 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.
My Life as a Teenage Sex-Pet
Mistress and I woke from our nap about an hour later. Mistress woke first, then coaxed me back into consciousness with her soft whispers and gentle kisses. We got out of bed, and I helped Mistress re-dress herself and brush her hair. When Mistress deemed herself presentable, (and I deemed her much more than merely that,) the two of us left the royal apartments together, heading out into the castle for the day.
Our first stop was the castle library, which also served as Mistress' de facto study. While it wasn't the biggest library around, and did not possess the most extensive collection, I didn't consider its humble size to be a negative. It was cozily small, and was always kept at a nice, comfortable temperature, no matter what the season. It reminded me of the Golden Oak Library back in Ponyville, my home-away-from-home, where I would stay whenever I went to pay my friends a visit. For that reason, I always enjoyed spending time there, as did Mistress, so the two of us ended up spending time there almost every day.
Mistress had a little book nook in one quiet corner of the room, complete with a big, comfy armchair, where she would usually sit to read a book or answer her letters. That day, as I often did, I joined her in the chair, snuggling up next to her as I answered my own letters. I would often get letters from Spike, who had taken over running the Ponyville library on my behalf, and from my friends, when they couldn't wait a few days to talk to me in person. I kept up correspondence with Princess Celestia as well, continuing to inform her of everything I learned about the magic of friendship...and about other things. The princess was always very eager to hear about the things Master, Mistress, and I got up to together.
If we both had free time, as we did on that day, Mistress and I would put aside our work and just read together, like we used to way back when I was a filly. She would hold the book up on her belly, and I would rest my head on her shoulder, and together, we would peruse the pages of whatever book tickled our fancy. Recently, we had been reading through a few classic novels together, and sharing long, intellectual conversations about the subtle themes and brilliant characterization they contained. I always loved that Mistress knew how to satisfy me intellectually as well as in every other way; she truly was the most perfect mistress a pet could ask for.
Mistress and I remained in the library until a little after midday, at which point our tummies began rumbling, begging for their midday meals. Not wanting to disappoint them, Mistress and I made our way to the castle's grand dining hall, where our lunches were swiftly brought out to us. Unfortunately, Master was busy inspecting the castle guards, and so was unable to join us. I could tell that Mistress missed his presence, so after I finished emptying my bowl, I crawled under the table to give Mistress a little pick-me-up. When I had finished making her moan and squeal, she smiled down at me and thanked me for comforting her.
Mistress and I had some time before her next appointment, so she decided to take me on a walk through the royal gardens just outside the castle, much to my delight. I always loved it when Master and Mistress took me on walkies. They would slip my long, velvet leash onto my collar, then lead me outside, where I could feel the warm kiss of the sun on my coat and feel the cool breeze blowing through my mane. It was a particularly gorgeous day on that occasion, so I was smiling widely as we made our way out to the gardens.
The royal gardens were expansive, yet well-maintained, with great lawns of soft, green grass that I loved to roll around on, beds of the sweetest-smelling flowers, and tall, stately trees that were perfect for sitting beneath and resting. Mistress led me slowly through the grounds, the two of us inspecting some of the new blooms the gardeners had planted recently. When we had finished our usual circuit, Mistress and I laid beneath a tree for a while, listening to the gentle burbling of the garden's crystal fountains and watching poofy clouds wander across the sky above our heads.
Eventually, Mistress and I made our way back to the castle, where Mistress had an important duty to see to. While Master took care of much of the running of the household, Mistress continued to play a crucial role in the selection of new maids for the castle staff. We were often in need of new maids, for many of those on our staff ended up taking maternity leave shortly into their service with us, much more than one would expect. While there were some who speculated about the cause of this statistical anomaly, it was not a mystery to Mistress and I how so many of the young, attractive mares of our household were getting knocked up.
On that day, there were five such mares who had come for job interviews. Mistress received them in the "interview room", a large, luxurious bedroom with a bed nearly as big as the one belonging to Master and Mistress. The five prospective mares lined up before Mistress, submitting themselves for her inspection. Mistress took her time with them, asking them many probing questions about themselves, their backgrounds, and their aspirations. Her demeanor, as it always was during such interviews, was friendly and loving, yet at the same time, she was confident, commanding, and undeniably in control. She slowly circled the mares as they spoke; she never touched them, but the mares quivered as they felt her gaze wander over their bodies, Mistress eyeing up those five plump, juicy gazelles like a hungry lioness.
While Mistress oversaw the interview, I lay on the bed, watching the proceedings with great amusement. I silently conducted my own inspection, assessing the five mares who thought themselves worthy of serving Master and Mistress. All five of them were young by my estimate, the youngest looking to be in her late teens, and the oldest perhaps being in her mid twenties. They were all quite attractive, with pretty faces and voluptuous, feminine figures, although all of them paled in comparison to the tall, gravid goddess they stood before. In response to Mistress' questions, the mares gave bland, rehearsed replies about why they wanted so badly to be maids in our household specifically. While they did not say it, I could tell what they were really after by the revealing outfits they wore, and by the jealous looks they gave me. I knew that Mistress could tell as well, but I also knew that she liked to see the mares squirm as they vainly tried to hide their feelings from the princess of love herself.
After a long interview, Mistress informed the mares that they had all passed the preliminary round of the interview process.
"The prince shall oversee the final round of your interviews," said Mistress, standing before them. "I should warn you though, the prince has very high standards, and his inspection will be very thorough." As she said this, Mistress caressed her belly in a manner that the mares could not help but observe. "I would advise you all to be on your very best behavior for him, and to demonstrate your eagerness to be a part of our little family. Am I understood?"
The mares gulped. "Yes, Your Highness," they said in unison, doing a poor job of keeping their excitement out of their voices.
"Good," said Mistress. "The prince shall be along shortly to take care of you all. I would advise that you all use this time to prepare for his arrival."
Mistress and I left the room, leaving the mares behind to await Master. As Mistress closed the door, I overheard the mares whispering to themselves about how they should best prepare themselves for what they must have known was coming next. I chuckled at their girlish nervousness.
"Do you think Master will like them?" I asked Mistress as we walked down the hall.
Mistress chuckled. "Oh, yes," she said. "I think he'll like them very much."
With Mistress' duties for the day taken care of, she and I made our way back to the royal apartments. There was still a couple of hours before Master would finish his own duties and join us for the evening, so Mistress and I decided to pass the time with some good, old-fashioned mistress-pet bonding, as we often did in the afternoons. Mistress led me back into the bedroom, where it was quiet, and the two of us could be alone together, without anyone to disturb us.
We quickly prepared the room, lighting a number of scented candles that filled the air with their subtle, soothing aroma, and closing the curtains over the windows to keep the light level intimately dim. I helped Mistress take off her clothes, all of her clothes, then lay down upon the bed, where she closed her eyes and stretched out her limbs, including her huge feathered wings. I joined her on the bed, already salivating at the sight of her naked body, then got down to business.
Mistress and I loved to fool around together, as you can probably tell, but while playful teasing and mealtime naughtiness were certainly enjoyable, Mistress deserved much more than that. Mistress wasn't just any old mare, or any old princess, for that matter; she was a goddess. She was perfect in every way imaginable, mind, body, and soul. Such a divine figure as her deserved the proper respect, the proper adoration, and the proper reverence, especially from her loving pet. I aspired every day to demonstrate my adoration for her, to show her how wholly and thoroughly I was devoted to her. There was no better way to do that, I believed, no better way to show that I loved every little bit of her, than to worship every bit of her, and to make her feel the pleasure she made me feel just by being around me.
"I love you, Mistress," I whispered as I leaned in for a kiss.
"I love you too, Twily," Mistress whispered back.
A warm, pleasurable tingle ran through my body as our lips met. It was a wholesome kiss, one of pure, unadulterated love and undying devotion, and yet it excited me as much as any of the sloppy cum-kisses we had shared that day. Our mouths opened, and our tongues slipped out, coming together between us. Our tongues slowly swirled and twirled around each other in an intimate dance, reveling in the familiar warmth and touch of one another. I placed a hand on her velvety cheek and lovingly caressed it as our tongues moved deeper into each other's mouths, exploring each other's nooks and crannies. We each allowed the other to explore wherever they wished; there were no boundaries between us, no reservations, no limits to the trust we both had in each other.
I allowed my love to guide my actions as I continued, my love and my slowly rising lust. I don't know how long we smooched, but eventually, my mouth left hers, not wanting to spare a single inch of her beautiful face from my adoration. My lips wandered across her flawless pink skin, planting gentle kisses on her ladylike features, on her cheeks, her muzzle, her temple, and on any other place there was to worship. I kissed up the length of her long, spiraling horn, teasing the rounded tip of it with my tongue and making her moan softly. I paid special attention to her soft ears, which I knew to be particularly sensitive; I kissed them, rubbed them, and whispered words of reverence into them with a breathy voice.
My wandering lips eventually made their way from her face down to her thin, feminine neck, smooching their way from side-to-side as they traveled downwards. While her silken skin felt heavenly to the touch, the real thrill came when my lips found the plush, jiggly flesh of her huge, motherly breasts. I took a moment to stare down at them, and a lecherous smile crept onto my lips as I took in those melon-sized mammaries with the thick pink nubs at their crests surrounded by perfectly round areolae as wide as teacups. Those delectable-looking nipples had already grown stiff from my touch, and were leaking tiny droplets of creamy goodness that just begged to be lapped up.
I quickly descended upon those breasts, pressing my face into the deep canyon of cleavage between them and losing myself in their heavenly touch. I pushed my face firmly into that plush flesh, nuzzling and kissing it all over, eliciting a stream of soft moans from Mistress. I carefully took those breasts in my hands and squeezed, sinking my fingers into them and gently kneading them. My ministrations soon stirred those twin milk factories into action, and by the time my lips had kissed their way up to the tops of those soft, pink mountains, she was leaking tiny streams of milk from both taps. Mistress had such productive breasts, and I had no doubts that her baby would be well-fed when it finally arrived, but until that day, it was my duty as her pet to help her drain her milk tanks to spare her the discomfort of overfilling. I eagerly carried out my task, taking each of those leaking nipples in my mouth one at a time and suckling them firmly, yet gently. Mistress let out a stream of whimpering moans as I sucked and used my tongue to tease more milk out of her. She placed a hand on my head and held me firmly against her, while moaning words of praise that made my heart leap with joy.
While certainly prodigious, her supply of milk was not inexhaustible, and eventually, I did manage to suck the last drop of her delicious, nutritious cream from each tantalizing teat and swallow it down. I gave those breasts one last smattering of smooches, ensuring that not one inch of their immense curvatures went untouched, then moved on, kissing my way off to one side of her torso. I moved past her shoulder, planting a trail of kisses all the way down her smooth, feminine arm, before arriving at her dainty hand. I kissed her hand all over, on every single finger, thanking it for all of the countless loving touches it had given me over the years. When I had finished with one arm, I kissed my way back up to her torso, then down the other one, showing it no less love than I had the first.
Her arms were not the only limbs I paid attention to, of course. Stretched out on the bed beneath her were her wings, which she had extended to their full, impressive wingspan, allowing me to see every delicate, pink feather they boasted. Mistress had dedicated handmaidens to help her preen those wings on a regular basis, but she enjoyed having me preen them during our intimate moments as well. She enjoyed feeling my hands wandering over those feathers, caressing them, adjusting them, just as I enjoyed nuzzling my face into their downy fluff, savoring the feel of them on my skin.
When I had finished tending to her wings, I moved further down her body, where I came face-to-face with Mistress' single most impressive feature. The great monument to maternity that was her baby belly made for a breathtaking sight, as picturesquely shaped as it was enormous. I couldn't help but feel giddy every time I had the honor of worshiping that big, pink belly. Just kissing my way up to the top of its great curvature made me feel like some sort of great explorer ascending to the heights of the world's largest and most beautiful mountain. It was a daunting task, but one I would never have shied away from. Then, as always, I threw myself into it wholeheartedly, taking my time to give every inch of her belly, including her protruding belly button, a warm, loving kiss.
I loved that belly, I loved the amazing mare it belonged to, and although we had not yet met, I loved the little pony growing inside of it. For all that love, however, as I lovingly nuzzled my face against it, I couldn't help but feel a hint of jealousy. I might never be as beautiful as Mistress, as feminine as Mistress, but there was a chance that, someday, I might have a big, beautiful baby belly of my own. I had never seen Mistress as happy as she had been over the months she had been carrying Master's baby around inside of her, and I often thought that Master giving me a baby of my own would be the only thing that could possibly make my already wonderful life even better. That great longing only made it more sad to think that he had not yet done so. I had been serving Master and Mistress for months, yet they had still not seen fit to make me Master's broodmare. The contraceptive spell they had placed on me when I had first submitted myself to them still remained, and would remain until they decided to remove it. As much as I enjoyed Master pumping me full of his virile cum on a daily basis, it frustrated me to think of the magical barrier that kept that baby batter from entering my warm, fertile womb.
Suddenly, I felt a firm kick from Mistress' baby upon my face, which shocked me out of my self-pity. I smiled down at Mistress' belly, shaking my head at my own foolishness. I knew Master and Mistress were only doing what was best for me. If they didn't think I was ready for a baby yet, then I would trust them every single time. I would never stop dreaming of the day when Master would finally knock me up, but until that day came, I would channel all of that passion and love into my adoration for Mistress and her baby. Her baby might only be my niece or nephew, but I was determined to show it the same unconditional love I showed its mother. I would love Mistress' baby as if it were my own, and would serve it in any way Master and Mistress desired of me.
When I was finally able to pull myself away from Mistress' belly, I continued my trip downwards, not wanting her lower half to be spared my touch. I kissed my way down the curve of her belly, soon arriving at the heart-shaped patch of fuzz just beneath it. I nuzzled and kissed it, relishing its downy softness, then moved down to Mistress' big, motherly marehood. Her plump lips were already moist with the nectar leaking from her delicate pink petals, a sight that made my own nethers tremble with desire. Part of me wanted to dive into that precious pussy right then and there, but I managed to restrain myself; I always saved the best for last.
Contenting myself with a single teasing kiss upon those inviting lips, I continued downward, moving along her thick, pillowy thighs. I had always loved those thighs; even before I had become Mistress' pet, way back when I was a little filly, she often let me rest my head upon them as I napped. Way back then, as I did on that day, I savored the warmth of her soft skin as I nuzzled my face against them. Of course, the love I held for those curvaceous legs had only increased over the years, a love I now demonstrated by kissing my way down them, jumping back and forth between them to ensure complete coverage. I kissed her thighs, her knees, and her calves, before finally arriving at her pretty little ankles.
Mistress' feet I paid special attention to. During her pregnancy, she had often experienced aches and pains in them from carrying around all of her extra weight. As such, I had taken it upon myself to help soothe her soles with my loving touches. I had gotten quite good at my massages over the months, and as I proceeded to press my fingertips into the soft, tender flesh of her feet, working them with the utmost care and attention, Mistress moaned softly, letting me know I was doing a good job.
Mistress possessed the most beautiful, perfect feet in the world, both of them elegant and ladylike, with high arches, silken skin all over, and long, slender toes painted in hot pink. It made me so happy that she was willing to trust me with such a precious part of her body, and so grateful that she allowed me to worship them as they deserved. The fact that she was willing to let me play with her feet as much as I liked, to rub them, kiss them, to lick up and down her soles and suck on her pretty little toes, reminded me just how intimate and loving our relationship truly was.
After concluding my long, thorough foot massage, I finally allowed myself to return to the one part of her beautiful body I had not yet given the reverence it deserved. I gave her feet one last kiss, then slowly crawled forward, lying down between her legs and bringing my face within inches of her pretty pussy. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pressed them tight against my head, savoring the feel of their pillowy softness smooshing me. I took one last look at the slick lips before me, wetting my own lips with a smile, then descended upon that vulnerable, pink flesh.
I knew how to get Mistress off quickly, and usually tried to do so when we were merely sneaking in some playtime here and there. On that occasion, however, as I had done with the rest of her body, I went slowly and attentively, treating every nook and cranny of her marehood to my practiced touch. The two of us had all the time in the world, and I intended to spend as long as possible teasing and titillating her, building up the biggest, most intense climax I could get out of her.
I started small, just a few gentle kisses and slow licks placed on those plump lips, although even those tender touches were enough to get her moaning. I flicked my tongue over her tender folds, tasting the scrumptious taste of the warm juices that already covered them. I took her clit into my mouth and allowed my tongue to play with it gently, as a kitten does with a ball of yarn. Every time my tongue pressed against her sensitive little love button, she gasped sharply, and her hips bucked reflexively against my face. By the time her lips were drenched with my saliva, her big body was quivering near-constantly, making her plumpest bits jiggle like gelatin.
When I heard her whimpers and moans grow suitably needy, I moved on from mere teasing. Pressing my lips fully against hers, I allowed my tongue to venture forth, making its way towards her awaiting entrance. She clenched as the tip of my tongue reached the front gate, as if trying to keep me out, but relaxed as I gently caressed her fearful flesh, letting her body know that it had nothing to fear. Pressing my tongue against her entrance, I pushed, slowly and steadily, into her pussy, plunging into the tight grasp of her inner walls. Mistress let out a shuddering moan and clenched again as I invaded her most private place, but I persisted, pushing ever deeper, not stopping till my intrepid tongue had stretched as far into her as it was able.
I had learned many techniques for tending to a mare's pussy over the years, many of which I had learned from Mistress herself. She had taught me how to make a mare squeal, and most importantly, she had taught me how to make her squeal, showing me all of the tricks that she loved having performed on her. Some were slow and gentle; others were fast and rough. I had many tools in my tool belt, many ways I was able to give her pleasure, and so I took the time to demonstrate every one of the methods I had learned, treating her to a full spectrum of carnal delight.
Mistress responded enthusiastically to my touch, singing a symphony of sensual sounds under my touch. As I slowly swirled my tongue in circles, she let out long, undulating moans. As I made a series of quick thrusts, she squeaked in time with each one. As I pressed the tip of my tongue to her most sensitive spots, working them firmly, but gently, she grunted in a most unladylike manner, sounding more like a bitch in heat than a noble princess. I played her body like the world's sexiest musical instrument, filling the air with the sounds of love and lust.
I kept this up for as long as I could, pushing her at a glacial pace towards her inevitable climax. I paid close attention to her many moans, and to the constant squirming of her body, using them to gauge how far off she was. If I felt she was growing too close to the edge, I would dial back my loving assault for a time, letting her simmer, but always made sure to keep her moving bit by bit towards the goal. When she wrapped her thick legs around my head and squeezed me, locking me in place, I knew I was on the right track. When she reached down and grabbed my head, running her fingers through my mane, I knew she was approaching the end. When she humped my face while calling my name in a breathy, needy voice, I knew it was time. After taking one last deep breath through my nose, I rammed my tongue through her slick, velvety passage, careering straight into her g-spot and pounding it into submission with a series of rapid, forceful thrusts.
Mistress' beautiful voice rose to a long, drawn-out wail of unbridled ecstasy as the pleasure proved too much for her to bear, and she plummeted into her long-awaited climax. Her inner walls clamped down around my tongue, squeezing me like a vice, but I did not let up, and continued to work her pussy as it spewed what felt like gallons of hot liquid love into my mouth. With Mistress' legs locked around my head, squeezing me just as tightly, I had no choice but to rapidly gulp down that delicious flood, not that I would have chosen to be anywhere else but there in that moment. My only regret as I lay squished between her thighs and her immense belly was that I was unable to see her beautiful face contort in ecstasy, or to see her back arch and her body wriggle and jiggle so erotically.
Eventually, Mistress' screams and moans diminished to mere whimpers. Her spasming body fell limp upon the bed, quivering sporadically. The iron grip of her legs on my head loosened, and I was able to gently prise them apart. Slowly, I withdrew my tongue from her weary marehood, eliciting breathy moans as it slid out of her depths. I gazed lovingly at those quivering lips, seeing the drops of marecum that still clung to them. With several long, gentle licks, I cleaned up Mistress' beautiful pussy, collecting her nectar in my mouth.
Mistress watched me through half-lidded eyes as I slowly crawled up the bed and lay beside her. We smiled at each other as we brought our lips together for yet another kiss, one slow and gentle, but erotic in the extreme. Our weary tongues came together between us, their sloppy collisions lacking the finesse of our previous kisses. Mistress moaned as her marecum trickled from my mouth to hers; she eagerly lapped up as much as it could, relishing the taste of her own body. I continued to kiss and nuzzle and snuggle Mistress as we lay there, gently teasing her sensitive body as she enjoyed her warm afterglow.
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.
