A Merry Mother

by Ebonyglow

Rating: mature
Tags: Zipp Storm, Sex, Hitch Trailblazer, Romance, Zoom Zephyrwing, Queen Haven, Porn, Pipp Petals, My Little Pony: A New Generation
Length: 10722

With Pipp and Zipp now a part of his herd, Hitch seemed to be living life. Visiting Zephyr Heights for their annual festive festival, he ends up adding a new member to his herd --- and it's the last mare he'd have expected.

Nightmare Night had led to a wonderful development in Hitch's life. With Zipp and Pipp now his loving partners, happily carrying his foals and showing themselves to be wonderful mothers-to-be, he couldn't complain in the slightest. Spending time with them was always enthralling, and he was sure to tag along with them wherever they may be going. With the festive season upon them, it was inevitable he'd be traveling up to Zephyr Heights for their celebrations.

Though, what he wasn't expecting was running into Queen Haven in a rather scandalous ensemble. That situation as is was certainly something he'd never be able to predict, but what comes next is something he could have never dreamed of.

Then again, if he had princesses already, the obvious next step was the queen~

A VERY late semi-Christmas themed story! Hope you all enjoy!

This was a commission for HighRider7!

Cover Art by @kokobielvii on Twitter! Make sure to check out the explicit version of it on his account!

Proofreading by: Sapphire Spark

Fic Contains: Zipp and Pipp giving Hitch some loving, a flustered stallion waltzing into the wrong room, and Queen Haven still showing she's got what it takes to handle a stud. (also, impregnation and slightly preggo mares, if that wasn't obvious enough!)

Published 2024-01-02 01:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2024-01-02 01:50:02 UTC

A Queen's Grace

The last three months had been some of the busiest, and unique, of Hitch’s life. Finding out all of his friends had a thing for him was something, but actually ending up rutting and knocking up Pipp and Zipp on Nightmare Night was the biggest turning point he’d ever faced. Even now, he could remember the night vividly. Their slutty costumes, their ceaseless teasing, and the way he absolutely dominated them until they were cum-flooded messes on the floor. It was a fond memory, but one that of course meant a shift in his lifestyle. He had gone from single to having two loving, royal marefriends—a situation he’d never thought he’d be in.

Needless to say, things had been going rather well. He still was a bit antsy around Sunny, Izzy, and Misty, too hesitant to make a move on them even when he was rather certain they had more than enough lustful desires for him, and being so he’d remained with his two mares—though they certainly were more than satisfying to be with. Their plump rumps, fat tits, and more were the stuff out of any stud’s dreams, but now things had only gotten better since Nightmare Night.

Laying back in Zipp’s bed within her royal chambers of the castle, Hitch let out a long, dragged out moan of delight. Below him, Pipp and Zipp hungrily lapped at his nethers, working in tandem on his nuts and shaft. With Zipp deepthroating his cock with whorish expertise and Pipp engulfed his nuts one at a time into her mouth, the two royal sisters were making short work of his stamina. Impressive may he be, there was little he could do against their unified efforts—especially now that they knew exactly what he liked.

From the fateful Nightmare Night onwards, the trio engaged in daily intimate encounters. Mornings often belonged to Pipp, nights often to Zipp, and the evenings were shared, though sometimes it was mixed in all different ways. Either way, it was a constant cascade of pleasures that unfolded since that memorable night. The absence of friends from the Brighthouse signaled an opportune moment for their trysts, and trips to Zephyr Heights consistently resulted in a continuous stream of sensual pleasures for them. With so much experience now, Pipp and Zipp astutely discovered the art of pressing Hitch's buttons, recognizing his fondness for their collaborative efforts against him.

Wincing with pleasure, Hitch cracked an eye open, spotting the two sisters looking up at him as they worked his goods furiously. After relishing a few more moments in their respective positions, Zipp and Pipp exchanged brief glances before rearranging themselves. With Zipp now on his nuts, and Pipp on his length, the two sisters resumed their efforts, prompting Hitch to tilt his head back and release a deep groan of pure delight.

Each sister brought a distinct experience. Pipp's touch was delicate, unhurried, thriving on the art of teasing. In contrast, Zipp's approach was intense, rapid, reveling in eliciting continuous gasps and moans. Both possessed their unique charms and could effortlessly lead him to climax, but when they synchronized their methods, transitioning through positions, that's when Hitch felt the boundaries of pleasure pushed. Zipp expertly dancing her tongue over his nuts, Pipp sensually gliding hers around his tip, and both maintaining unbroken eye contact filled with lust—it was a symphony that could drive any stallion to madness.

Pipp gave his head a kiss, swirling her tongue around his tip once more before diving her muzzle downwards. Taking his length down her throat, she slowly guided herself lower, pressing her muzzle against his groin as she strained around his cock.. The nonstop sex with the stud had allowed her to adapt to his size for the most part. Still, even with daily face-fucking, she struggled to handle his truly immense proportions. Persistent and eager to please, she managed, if only just, guiding her head back up. Pausing as his tip kissed her lips, she dove back down, initiating a rhythmic bobbing motion.

The sounds of her sister slurping on Hitch’s cock reverberated in Zipp’s ears, only encouraging her to up the ante on her end of things. Eagerly suckling on one of Hitch’s nuts, struggling to maintain her composure as her intense lust for him was only furthered by the euphoric taste he provided. She began swishing her tongue over his flesh, combining her sucking with a gracious, yet ferocious, tongue bath. His twitching legs told her all she needed to know, as she popped his nut out of her mouth and hungrily latched onto the other, repeating her efforts once more.

Her own sexual arousal peaked, Pipp redoubled her efforts on his length. Showing no signs of fatigue despite the ache in her jaw, she wrapped her tongue tightly around his cock, stroking and applying pressure as she slid up and down. Her hooves gripping his hips tight, she set a brisk pace, coaxing out an equally eager response from the stud above her. With the combination of Zipp's efforts below and her efforts above, she could tell he was nearing his peak.

Hitch shuddered intensely, his cock throbbing with each and every suck, lick, and movement the two sisters made. It wasn’t helped by the sight of them below them being accentuated by their lifted rumps, raised purposely to give him an eyeful of their voluptuous curves. Their pillowy, soft asscheeks were as thick and juicy as ever, actually slightly plumper now that their pregnancy was beginning to become rather apparent. While not quite showing, the smallest bump in their bellies were evidence of their impending motherhood—something they seemed to take in stride given their lustful attitude. He knew it wouldn't be long until they would be forced to slow down, but for now, their libidos remained at full force—a fact he was thankful for. It was a development he had grown to love, as the shift in their appearances was ever so enticing. Their hips had widened, and in turn their flanks had been filling out even more, making their already amorous appearances all the more irresistible.

Hitch bit down on his lip as his cock started to swell, signaling Pipp and Zipp that the moment they eagerly anticipated was approaching. Withdrawing from his nether regions, the two sisters positioned themselves strategically before his engorged member. Pipp extended a wing, gently stroking his shaft with its silky surface, while Zipp employed her own wing to massage his orbs below.

Teetering on the edge of climax, Hitch, unable to contain himself any longer, released a deep, guttural moan, letting his climax cascade upon the two sisters.

The two opened their mouths, greedily accepting the shower of seed that was being cast upon them. The strings of spunk Hitch released painted the two’s faces in cum, with some ropes gracing their tongues with their flavor. Spurt after spurt came out, covering their bodies and leaving them practically drenched in his essence. After several seconds of pumping, Hitch finally let out a long sigh, leaning back in his seat with his cock still pulsing.

Hungrily gulping down the seed that landed in their mouths, licking their lips and shivering with delight, Pipp and Zipp snickered to one another as the remainder of Hitch’s orgasm rode its course. Gulping down a bit more cum each, finding themselves covered in Hitch’s essence from the sheer volume he released, they each gnawed their lips as his convulsing body finally came to a stop, his climax petering out as he lay in his own sweat upon Zipp’s bed.

“Welp, that’s another set of laundry for me to do,” Zipp noted, scooping up some of Hitch’s seed off her shoulder with her wing, hastily bringing it up to her maw so she could sample it. “Eighth time this week, sheriff.”

Hitch lay gasping below them, slowly recovering in his afterglow. “Nnghhhh…not my fault…you two are this…this good…”

“And don’t act like you didn’t cum all over mysheets last night when he was railing you, Zipp,” Pipp smugly added, dragging her tongue along her sister’s cheek to lap up some vestiges of Hitch’s cum, earning a delighted shiver from Zipp. “We’ve all been a bit more…activelately~”

Zipp eyed Pipp with devious intent, swiftly pouncing on her sister. Pinning her down, she dragged her tongue up the pegasus’ neck, greedily taking more of the seed that painted her into her mouth. “Touche…but that’s because…well…”

Pushing Zipp off of her, scrunching her muzzle in both frustration and embarrassment, Pipp ruffled her wings at her side. “We're pregnant? And? I dunno why you’re still all awkward about it.”

“I’ve come to terms with it,” Hitch followed, shying away as he earned a particularly unsavory look from Zipp.

Zipp shook her head, looking at the mess she, Pipp, and Hitch had made. “It’s…it’s not that part. I love knowing I’m carrying this stud’s foals. Being a lot more horny isn’t bad either, just makes the sex all the better, but I don’t like mentioning it too much because mom won’t shut up about it.”

“Oh come on, Zipp!” Pipp groaned, flicking some seed off of her wing. “We’ve been over this at least a million times! We both knew how much mom would freak out back when Hitch rutted us on Nightmare Night! How are you still hung up on it?!”

“Because! She told the entire kingdom minutes after we told her that Hitch had knocked us up! And any time there’s somepony new around she tells them too!” Zipp retorted. “All the stares I get…and the comments I see on posts…that’s enough already! I don’t need every single pony in Equestria knowing!”

Pipp scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Oh, please! You’re a princess! You waltzing around with that round belly, not to mention a fatter ass and swelling tits, would’ve gotten comments regardless! Least she gets it out of the way with newcomers for us.”

“True, but she did tell everypony before we could,” Hitch grumbled, rubbing the back of his head. “It would’ve been nice to keep our situation private for a little, but the second she knew it was done and over with.”

“Listen, all I’m saying is it gets me a bit flustered, okay?” Zipp grumbled, leaning back.

As she leaned back, Hitch was graced with the view of her steadily developing pregnant form. Her belly bulged partially, a noticeable baby bump resting right above her notably larger tits. Her rack had been impressive before, but they had grown a fair portion since Nightmare Night, with milk even occasionally dripping from her nipples—much to Zipp’s chagrin. As for her flank, it was as plump and curvaceous as ever, but with her motherhood taking shape on her, it appeared even more pronounced now, a fact that Hitch was always keen to appreciate.

Rubbing her own belly, which had been slowly swelling up as well over the last few weeks, Pipp giggled to herself before Zipp interrupted.

“Jeez, you somehow even got cum on my stomach?” Zipp grumbled, glancing up at Hitch. “How are you able to churn out so much? We’ve rutted three times today already!”

Pipp inspected herself, noting that, even with her intense desire for Hitch’s seed, she wasn’t all too ready to carefully clean her feathers out with her tongue. “And, unfortunately, that’s gonna be the last time for most of the day!” She turned her attention to a nearby clock, eyes going wide. “We need to get ready for the Wishentine celebration!”

Zipp and Hitch followed her gaze, quickly taking note of the time. Their escapade in Zephyr Heights had roots in personal pleasures, but it also had a purpose. The annual Zephyr Heights Wishentine Festival was commencing today, and as the royal princesses and their newly appointed consort, they all had to make an appearance. Scrambling to her hooves, Pipp hastily made her way to the bathroom.

In her rush, Hitch was able to eye up the pegasus’ thickened flanks, as well as her plumpened tits swaying below her. Just like Zipp, the pregnant look was starting to take shape on her, and it truthfully flooded Hitch with a desire unlike any other. Unlike Zipp, however, her smaller body and thicker figure lent her a more curvy, motherly appearance. If Zipp was the more athletic, pregnant mare, Pipp had more of a mature, fertile aura about her, a fact that only seemed to amplify Hitch's desires. Even still, Zipp was a work of art in her own right too.

They were both spectacularly hot, but knowing and seeing that he bred them had truthfully twisted his thought towards lustful avenues more times than he’d like to admit.

“Listen! That was hot, as always, but we really need to hurry!” Pipp shouted, starting her shower. “Go get ready!”

Zipp sighed, eyeing the clock. “Huh…usually I’m the one that’s more responsible.” She rubbed her head, shrugging. “Guess being this horny is a bit distracting.” She eyed her own personal bathroom at the other end of the room before glancing over at Hitch. “I’d invite you to shower with me, but we both know how that’d end up.”

Hitch knew full well how it’d end up going, having fucked Zipp senseless several times during their shared showers. The way the water glistened and flowed down her asscheeks always sent him into a frenzy, and he knew even when they were on limited time he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

"I guess I should give you a break considering what just happened," Hitch grumbled, glancing down at his hastily hardening length.

Zipp eyed his shaft, then his smug smile. “Give me a break?” She gnawed her lip, finding herself drifting her hoof towards her snatch. “How about I actually tire out that-“

“Guys! Seriously!” Pipp yelled from her shower. “I’m craving dick just as much as you are Zipp, but we have to get ready!”

Hitch and Zipp exchanged a laugh, before Zipp slowly slipped from the bed. “Welp, I’d rather not send Pipp into an episode. I know my hormones have got me all over the place, I can only imagine how bad she can get.” She sniffed the air, her tail partially flagging as she moaned lightly. “Fuck, Hitch… Your scent is all over the place!” She took another deep whiff, eyes fluttering. “If you don’t shower… we might as well not even leave the room….”

Her words drew a blush to Hitch's cheeks, but he knew the implications of not doing so. Still, the lingering taste of the mares still on his tongue and the urge to add more cum to their already seed-drenched bodies lingered. Hitch surveyed himself, noting the fair amount of sweat running down his form. True to Zipp’s words, his natural, amorous aroma was potent near him, his earthy scent mixing with hints of a campfire. He knew how addicted to his musk Zipp and Pipp were, and unless he wanted to put on a public sex show later, showering was in his best interest.

Eyeing Zipp’s squirming form, he couldn’t help but tease. “You sure you don’t want me to shower with you?~” He spotted Zipp’s pussy wink in response to his words, snickering. “Looks like you need some help.”

“We both do! But we don’t have time! Chop chop you two!” Pipp exclaimed, her voice littered with annoyance.

Zipp sighed in surrender. “She’s right.” She began to trot towards her bathroom, pausing as she glanced over her shoulder. Seeing Hitch’s eyes focused on her asscheeks, she steadied herself and threw her ass back. Giving her flanks a loud clap from her efforts, she shot Hitch a wink. “But you are rutting me into a near coma later~”

“Gladly,” Hitch replied, nearly drooling at the sight of her jiggling asscheeks. “I...definitely need a shower too.”

Zipp nodded, starting her shower. “You gonna manage to get back to your room? You keep getting lost this week.”

“I, uh, should manage,” Hitch meekly responded, rubbing the back of his head. “The royal wing of the castle is just a bit confusing. All the doors look the same.”

“Your room is down the west hallway. Should be the last door from it.” Zipp reached for the door, slowly closing it. “Make sure you put on your outfit! See you soon!”

Hitch waved goodbye to his mare, hearing his other lover moaning in her shower. It seemed Pipp had a bit of steam to let loose herself, and thankfully for them using her hoof wouldn’t be as lengthy and intense as a proper rutting from Hitch. She wasn’t alone in the act, as soon the sounds of Zipp moaning emanated from her bathroom too.

Finding his arousal growing unbearable, his cock at its full length and throbbing below him, Hitch hastily left the princesses’ quarters. Scampering out of the room and shutting the door behind him, he let out a sigh, blushing as he spotted his painfully hard erection slapping against his belly. He surveyed the hallway as he scrambled to cover himself.

He wasn’t one to falter with directions, but for some reason the castle managed to bewilder him every time. Tracing back his hoofprints from earlier, he turned a corner, hoping to avoid any encounters while his cock swayed beneath him. So far, his journey remained uninterrupted.

The hallways boasted opulent decorations, all adorned in the Wishentine theme, with numerous vacant rooms awaiting the arrival of guests. Zephyr Heights' castle, modeled after the ancient residence of former rulers of Equestria, exuded a grandeur that made it feel larger than life. Grumbling as he couldn’t find his way around, Hitch’s worries and frustrations continued to grow. The only benefit was that he hadn’t run into anypony yet. Turning a few more corners, Hitch suddenly found himself frozen in place.

Before him, Zoom Zephyrwing was engrossed in polishing her spear, oblivious to Hitch's presence. However, Hitch was acutely aware of her, and the sight before him was impossible to ignore. With her bent-over posture, Hitch had an unobstructed view of Zoom's toned and muscular flanks. The firmness of her shapely asscheeks, subtly bouncing as she worked, drew Hitch's attention, and the glistening sweat added an extra allure, likely a residue from a recent training session.

Hitch was completely enthralled by the sight before him, his prior lust growing impossible to deal with as he drank in Zoom’s ass. She was hot, he knew that much, and he had a weakness for mares in armor. It’d be so easy to just pin her down and rut her senseless then and there, but as the thought crossed his mind Hitch shook his head fiercely. Despite the divine display of a firm, ample flank before him, Hitch resisted succumbing to such illicit and corrupt fantasies. He wondered if the incessant encounters with Pipp and Zipp were pushing his libido into uncharted territories.

Swishing her tail, Zoom flashed her bits at Hitch, sending a pulsating throb through his cock. Nestled between her well-shaped buns were the guardsmare's pristine pussy and ponut, a mesmerizing sight that rendered Hitch momentarily entranced and drooling. The desire to breed another mare and expand his herd surged within him, but the understanding that he barely had any connection to Zoom snapped him out of his lustful daze.

Perking up, realizing he was about to be caught perving on the guard, Hitch frantically looked around for an escape. The consequences of being discovered in such a compromising situation would undoubtedly tarnish his public image, and he wasn't eager to face Pipp's wrath. He couldn't make a run for it, being Zoom would easily spot him upon his retreat, but he did have one option. Seeing her starting to turn around, Hitch seized the opportunity and hastily dove into the nearby room, hoping to evade any awkward confrontations.

Stumbling into the room, Hitch hastily slammed the door shut behind him, affording himself a moment to catch his breath. The sound of Zoom's curious mumbling and approaching footsteps made his heart skip a beat, especially when he heard her knocking on the door.

“Queen Haven? Is everything alright?”

Hitch's eyes widened like dinner plates, and he instinctively shifted his gaze downwards and straight ahead. To his astonishment, there she stood before him, with her back turned, completely aware of his presence—Queen Haven. She was clad in a somewhat scandalous pair of festive-themed panties, engrossed in her vanity as she carefully selected her outfit and applied makeup. The sight sent Hitch's lust into a frenzy as his eyes fixated on her absolutely fat ass.

While Zipp and Pipp boasted ample curves in their rumps, their mother surpassed them by far. The soft contours of her asscheeks, their full and shapely form, the heart-shaped pattern accentuating the inner parts of her cheeks peeking out beneath her panties—all contributed to the mesmerizing allure of her mature figure. The panties only served to enhance the tantalizing view, but tearing his eyes away from her flank, Hitch reluctantly shifted his gaze upward to her face.

A deep, intense shade of crimson was spread across Haven’s muzzle, mirroring the astonishment in her eyes as she took in Hitch's unexpected presence. Her eyes looked up and down, pausing longer on his groin than anything else, before she shook her head and cleared her throat.

“Ahem! E-everything is fine, Zoom!” She took a sharp breath through her teeth, looking at Hitch with confusion. “Matter of fact…why…why don’t you head out to the theater? I’ll meet you there.”

Zoom continued speaking through the door. “But, Queen! You mustn’t be without a guard to ensure your safety! Who knows who may try to do something while you’re alone!”

Haven paused for a moment, drinking in Hitch's muscular form. A smirk graced her muzzle. “Oh, trust me, I’m quite sure I’ll be fine without you!”

“Well, if you insist, your highness!” Zoom formally replied, the sound of hooffalls in the distance as she made her leave. “I will await you in the theater!”

Haven and Hitch remained silent in the room, quietly waiting for Zoom’s presence to be gone. With no sound of the guard nearby, Hitch let out a sigh of relief, only to shrink back as he caught Haven’s menacing gaze.

“May I ask why you’ve thrown yourself into my private quarters?” Haven questioned. “E-especially when I’m dressed like this!” She huffed through her nose, eyes widening. “What…is that smell~”

Hitch raised his hooves in an innocent gesture, waving them as he stammered, “I…I promise I didn’t mean to! I was just trying to find my way back to my room and got distracted by…by…erm…”

“Zoom’s flanks?” Haven bluntly interjected.

Shocked at her words, Hitch stammered a response. “I…h-how…wha?!”

“Oh please,” Haven replied, chuckling. “I’ve been around for a bit longer than you, sweetheart. I know how stallions think.” She raised a brow at him. “I know Zoom’s got quite the rump on her. Plus, I’ve spotted how you look at my daughters’ flanks before.” She flicked her tail behind her, her blush creeping in further into her cheeks as she flooded her sinuses with the room’s new aroma again. “And…it was a touch hard to miss how much you were just staring at my - ahem - assets just now.”

Hitch shied away from her, unsure of how to respond. “I’m…I’m sorry, your Highness…” He sighed, ashamed of himself. “I didn’t mean to be so disrespectful…”

“Pffft, please!” Haven chuckled, swaying her hoof in a dismissive manner. “Having my flanks ogled by a stud as handsome as yourself is a compliment.” She perked up, realizing what she had just said, clearing her throat as her wings ruffled at her sides. “Ahem. Regardless, I can’t be mad at the stud who finally gave my daughters the foals they’ve been needing.” She shook her head, smiling over at him. “No need for formalities. Just call me Haven.”

Returning her smile, Hitch bowed his head partially. “Well, thank you, Haven.” He gulped, eyeing the clothing strewn about the room. An abundance of it was rather scandalous, with some of it being borderline lingerie. “I uh…didn’t expect a mare like you to own this kind of clothing…”

Haven recoiled, seemingly offended. “I beg your pardon?” She surveyed her sultry clothing, scrunching her muzzle. “A mare like me?! I’m barely pushing 40!”

Hitch blinked wildly confused. “Wait…what?! But Zipp and Pipp are -“

“In their 20s!” Haven grumbled, rolling her eyes. “Back in my day, the queen was wedded and bred with a foal once they turned 18. Hence why I’m not that much older than my lovely daughters.”

Staring at Haven, Hitch drank in the queen’s features. Looking at her closely, he didn’t really struggle to believe her claim. Honestly, she looked even younger than she alluded to. Her face was flawless, well-maintained, and devoid of any blemishes. Her appearance was accentuated by gorgeous eyes, pearly white teeth, and soft cheeks—a beauty that matched the allure of her assets.

"As for why I own this clothing, and why I’m wearing it," she continued, gnawing her lip, a reminder of Hitch catching a glimpse of her flanks in a pair of panties. "I wear it underneath my usual Wishentine outfit. In case..." she trailed off, taking a deep breath. "In case I find a stallion I’m interested in bedding."

Hitch was genuinely confused, not at the claim as to why she had lingerie, but rather how she still needed to do this. A mare as beautiful as her, and still in fairly good age, should’ve had stallions lining up out the door for her. Perhaps her taste was rather specific, but what he knew for certain was that she looked stunning in the clothing she wore.

Hitch gave her an understanding look. “Well…I think you’re a beautiful mare, Haven. Any stallion would be lucky to b-bed you.”

He should’ve winced at his words, but his lust-clouded mind was driving his words a portion. Truth be told, he’d happily fuck her silly. Her fat ass was hot as could be, she was gorgeous, and he was sure she had a nice rack on her too.

Before Haven could reply, she sniffed the air, shivering slightly as her eyes fluttered. “Seriously…what is that lovely smell?~”

Hitch’s eyes widened as he glanced down at himself, remembering Zipp’s comment on how potent his scent was. Gulping, he tried to cover his groin, hoping Heaven had forgotten of the glimpse she got of his length. Recently he had been coming to a hypothetical conclusion on his body. Where he attracted animals naturally by merely existing, it seemed his musk and the mere sight of his cock had a somewhat similar effect on mares. Whatever it was, those factors seemed to always get Zipp and Pipp nearly feral with lust. With how potent his amorous aroma was right now, and how hard he was, he feared he may have similar effects on Haven.

“No need to hide that monster, Hitch.”

And his fears were completely right.

“Look at that thing ~ So impressive!” She took another deep breath through her nose, her sinuses being flooded with Hitch’s stallionly aroma. “That’s the smell, hmm? A hot, sweaty stud waltzed right into my chambers. If you get to ogle my ass, I get to note that your fat cock is out and proud.” She huffed in his scent again, her tail beginning to flag behind her. “Mmmm ~ And it is really quite big, isn’t it?~”

The lustful look in her eyes made Hitch’s cock throb. “I…I guess that’s fair.” He surrendered trying to hide his length, his aforementioned existing lust telling him to let Haven see his cock in all its glory. “I did stare, a lot...~”

He was internally screaming, unsure of how insane what he was doing was. He suddenly stumbled into Queen Haven’s room, stared at her ass for far too long, and was now outright playing into the lustful aura she was giving him. Perhaps his judgment was entirely misaligned by his desires, but with how pent up he was feeling, he was struggling to give a damn.

“Oh?~ Did you like staring at it?” Haven cooed, still breathing in his scent greedily. “You think it looks nice and big, don’t you?”

Hitch gulped, nodding. “Y-Yeah, it is.” He felt his cock slap against his belly once again, demanding relief. “Even bigger than Zipp and Pipp’s…”

“They’re admirable, but nothing compares to a queen,” Haven replied, her voice carrying a far more sultry tone. “Speaking of my darlings. I have been wondering what you did to swoon them into being your little sluts.” She eyed his dick again, her tail swishing above her rump. “Though I’m starting to get an idea…”

“We were pretty good friends before of course,” Hitch replied. “But on Nightmare Night we all made our feelings known and well…before I knew it I was knocking them up with my foals.” He recoiled at his words, waving his hooves before him apologetically. “Sorry! Sorry! That was way too much! I didn’t mean to go into it like that! I just…uh…really like recalling that night…”

Haven swayed her wide hips, chuckling. “Seems holidays stir something in you, Hitch~” She eyed the clock. “Buck it…I could be late…”

“Why would you be late?” Hitch asked, sharing her glimpse at the clock.

“You said I was beautiful, yes?” Haven abruptly asked.

Hitch whirled his attention back to her, nodding. “Extremely, yes.”

“You were staring at my flank plenty at first, weren’t you?~”

Hitch hesitated to reply, before sheepishly agreeing. “Y-yeah…it’s really nice.”

"How lovely~," Haven let out a delighted coo, indulging in another lungful of Hitch's musk as she slowly turned around. Gradually presenting her rear to Hitch, she gracefully lowered her torso and arched her back, lifting her shapely rump into the air. Balancing herself on her hind legs, she initiated a rhythmic movement, swaying her hips and making her asscheeks bounce and collide. “So, is this what you enjoy?~”

The unexpected display left Hitch speechless. The esteemed queen of Zephyr Heights was engaged in a sensual dance, akin to a performer in a club, and she was doing it all for him. Her movements were fluid and practiced, a testament to her expertise, or perhaps natural ability. Each meeting of her flanks made her asscheeks ripple beautifully, giving the occasional clap and enthralling Hitch in their motions. Her ass was absolutely to die for, and seeing it in constant motion truthfully cemented that she edged out both Zipp and Pipp in terms of size.

She glanced back at him, her face blushing brightly as she continued to sway her flanks. She licked her lips, huffing his musky aroma with a greedy breath. Her eyes fixated on his dick, hungrily staring at it with a dreamy expression, further enthralling herself in his figure. Her movements were slow and steady, meant to entice and captivate. As she grew bolder, she started to really shake her rump, putting on a further show for him.

With how tightly he was clenching his jaw, Hitch figured he looked like a drooling idiot. Perhaps it was his natural ability to attract mares, or some other factor he hadn’t taken into account, either way, Haven was feeling slutty, and he was all for reciprocating.

“Very much so~” Hitch whispered, watching her flanks bounce. “Though I gotta ask, why are you doing all this?”

Haven slowed her motions, meekly smiling back at Hitch. “Firstly, I’m in heat. Secondly, you’re the exact kind of stud I’ve been looking for. Thirdly, I wanna know how good of a fuck you are to start a herd with two princesses.”

Hitch processed what she was saying, his nethers aching with thrill. “Are you asking me to…”

“You said any stud would be lucky to bed me,” Haven interrupted. Reaching back, she spanked her asscheeks with her wing, moaning lightly. “Aahn ~ So, why don’t you be that lucky stud?”

Watching her flanks ripple from her self-imposed smacks, Hitch’s reservations were sundered. He started with plowing princesses, so the obvious next step was a queen.

“I’d love to,” he cooly replied, trotting towards her. “Bedding a mare as sexy as you is the best Wishentine gift a stud could ask for!”

Ceasing her motions, Haven reached back with her wings once again. “Oh I want more than just being bedded~” She gripped the hem of her now dampened panties, slowly pulling them down. “But first, I’ll let you see my royal chambers properly~”

Hitch's anticipation heightened, relishing the unveiling of each inch of Haven's enticing ass as her panties descended. The coloring on her pillowy, round cheeks became more vivid, and the alluring glimpse of her ponut beneath the fabric intensified the desire in Hitch. Her tight, sweat-kissed hole seemed to beckon for attention, aching to be passionately taken. While Hitch's focus was fixed on the imminent reveal, the temptation to explore her puckered entrance lingered in his thoughts.

Haven, perhaps sensing his eager gaze, hastened the removal of her garments. With a swift motion, she retracted her wings, pulling down her panties entirely and exposing her magnificent ass to Hitch's hungry eyes.

The heart-shaped pattern of colored fur nestled between her cheeks served as a visual guide, drawing Hitch's attention toward the captivating center of her voluptuous buns. Below her ponut, a sight that had previously sparked his intrigue, rested something that took his breath away. Her marehood, winking wantonly and glistening with the essence of her arousal, resembled a delectable fountain of lust. Taut, tempting, and pristine, Haven's intimate treasure rivaled the beauty of Zipp and Pipp's despite the passage of time. Haven, in phenomenal shape, showcased a pussy that was nothing short of divine. Age did nothing to this mare. If anything, it only added to her beauty.

Though the queen wasn’t done yet. With a subtle shimmy of her hips, she elegantly spread her hind legs, allowing her ample breasts to sway freely beneath her. Haven's generous bust, comparable in size to Pipp and Zipp's, if not slightly larger, held a distinct difference. While the two sisters were nurturing the beginnings of their pregnancies and their racks had grown, Haven, in her fertile state, already surpassed them in sheer volume without being in a gravid state. Even without the presence of a developing foal, she boasted a size that left Hitch contemplating how much more plump her crotchtits might become if she were to be properly impregnated.

Haven resumed her motions from before, clapping her ass and tits now in tandem. Her body was an addictive sight, worthy of such a royal, powerful figure, and Hitch couldn’t fathom how rare a body like this was. As royalty adored by the entire kingdom and beyond Zephyr Heights, her descent into debauchery was an undoubtedly once-in-a-lifetime experience. Yet, there she was—shaking her ass and tits for him, her pussy dripping with the stream of lust he had ignited.

“So, ready to move up the chain of royalty?~” she whispered, sending a shiver down Hitch’s spine.

With his balls aching with need and his cock throbbing with desire, Hitch subconsciously began to trot over towards Haven. “Yes…buck yes.”

His time with Zipp and Pipp had bolstered his confidence significantly. Though he was still too hesitant to try a move on his other friends, he was confident enough to follow through with Haven. She had initiated, she had bounced her flanks for him, and she was the one begging to be fucked, so he had no reason or room for doubt. She wanted to be fucked, and he was the stallion for the job.

Watching as he trotted towards her, Haven ceased her twerking, raising a wing to halt him. “A-ta-ta, one moment.” She giggled, swaying her hips behind her. “How was that?”

Hitch chuckled, eyeing Haven gingerly. “Yes, Haven, that was hot— too hot, even.”

She giggled innocently, pleased to hear her performance was admired. “Seems I’ve still got a way of tempting a stud, don’t I?” She smacked her ass with her wing, shooting Hitch a wink. “Though with a flank like mine, I don’t think I even have to bounce it to swoon you~”

“No ma’am,” Hitch replied, sharing a chuckle with her. “So…what would you like me to do, your highness?”

Haven gnawed her lip, turning to face him. “Hmmm ~ We are in a bit of a rush, aren’t we?” She eyed the clock, squinting at it. “Though I do think we have some time for foreplay. Goddess knows I haven't been able to enjoy doing that in far too long.”

“Oh? So do you want to sit back and let me get to work?” Hitch cooed, smugly smiling at her. “I don’t mean to brag, but your daughters have told me I’m pre-tty good at it~”

Walking backwards, Haven plopped herself down in a seat, resting back spreading her legs apart as she threw Hitch a seductive look. “Well then, why don’t you come and service your queen~”

Hitch didn’t need to be told twice, happily trotting over to her. Lasering his focus on her hefty tits first, he lowered himself, seating himself before her and right between her legs. Slowly guiding his muzzle towards her groin, he breathed over her marehood, causing her to stir as his hot breath caressed her soaked folds. Though, to her mixed response, he guided his muzzle upwards.

Haven raised a brow. “What are you - ooooooh~”

She rested her head back, groaning softly as Hitch wrapped his lips around one of her nipples. Gingerly suckling on her rack, raising a hoof and caressing her other tit with his hoof, he danced his tongue around her areola with precision. Rotating between sucking, licking, and kissing, he sent a constant, flowing range of pleasure into the queen. His efforts bore fruit, as a chorus of adorable, poorly hidden yelps of delight escaped Haven’s mouth, only growing more frequent as he continued his efforts.

Only as he serviced her rack did Hitch grasp how truly impressive her size was. At first he thought she was the same as Zipp and Pipp, but up close and personal, with his focus clear, he realized she was a fair bit larger. Nothing absurd, but she certainly had a fair bit more weight to each of her bosoms, sending a rush of blood to Hitch’s cock as his mind drifted to how weighty they’d be if she was pregnant. Whoever her husband had been in the past must’ve been one incredibly lucky stallion to see her in a gravid state.

Releasing her tit from his mouth, Hitch guided his lips to her other one. Repeating his techniques from before, he massaged her other tit with more force than he had the other, earning a deep, guttural groan of delight from Haven above. He couldn’t help but smirk, realizing he was bringing a regal, well-maintained queen to such a state, with his mouth alone. But this was only the start of the amorous delights that awaited them both.

“Huff ~ Hitch…y-you’re really s-something…aren’t you?” Haven breathed, smiling down at him.

Popping her teat from his mouth, Hitch smirked. “Heh…a queen as lovely as yourself deserves a fair treatment.” He gave each of her bosoms a kiss, before slowly guiding his muzzle downwards. “And plus, gotta show you why your daughters love me.”

“Yes…yes you do, stud~” Haven replied, almost giddy. “I haven’t felt this excited in years!”

Hitch placed a few kisses on her inner thighs, sliding his way towards her snatch. “Thank your daughters! I’ve gotten a lot more confident and skilled thanks to them~””

“Mmmm ~ Something is telling, with how this is going…we may have to chat with them after with some…interesting news.” Haven mumbled, her voice holding a hint of uncertainty.

Her words and tone caused Hitch to pause for a moment. He wasn’t entirely sure what giving her some oral attention could amount to, but regardless, he had a delicious cunt inches from his muzzle—and that was his priority. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he shuddered as Haven’s scent assailed his sinuses. A fragrant, light smell of lavender danced in his nostrils, holding a delicate mixture of perfumes and fruits underneath it all. It sent a surge of delight through him, calling upon his carnal instincts to sample more of her.

Diving his muzzle down, he plunged his tongue into Haven’s folds. His palette was graced with a flavor similar to that of her scent, ushering him to eat her out with viscous ferocity. Dancing his tongue against her folds and suckling her clit every few moments, Hitch was met with a much expected cry of delight from the queen.

Shuddering above him, Haven had to fight off the urge to wrap her legs around Hitch’s head and lock him in. His tongue moved with expertise — each motion precise and with intent, every last one sending a stream of pleasure through her nerves and earning a light, satisfied moan. Her tits were still tender from him sucking on them, making each time he gently brushed against them while eating her out shockingly tantalizing.

Hitch didn’t slow, finding her intense scent and taste genuinely addictive. Her marehood was a fountain of lust, coating his muzzle in her juices as he kept his efforts going. The occasional spasm or guttural groan from Haven told him he had ushered her towards a small orgasm, before quickly beginning to propel her to the next. He was relentless, both in a desire to satisfy her and a selfish need to have more of her.

“Ohhhh ~ H-Hiiiitch!!!” Haven groaned, riding through another small orgasm. “You’re…i-incredible!” She tensed in her seat, struggling to string her words together. “D-don’t stop!”

Even after giving her his all orally, she seemed to yearn for more. He was fairly surprised, only having seen Zipp exert so much stamina, but perhaps Haven was so pent up she had a lot of stress to relieve. Be it as it may, he himself was starting to desire some release, with his raging stallionhood throbbing with need below him. Though his mouth was quite proficient at pleasuring a mare, he knew a solution that’d give them both some relief they so desperately desired

Finding his face lathered in her marish juices and yearning for more action on his end, Hitch licked his lips and pulled his muzzle away from Haven’s nethers. “I think I have something better in mind~”

Heaving air into her lungs and gathering herself, Haven glanced down at him curiously. “Hmmm?” She cleared her throat, hastily throwing back on her more graceful demeanor. “And what might that be?”

Hitch, latching onto his confidence and lust, took a few steps back. Watching as Haven gazed at him with awe, sheer desire littering her eyes, he turned to the side. Raising a hind leg, he revealed his stallionhood, swaying it below him as a dollop of pre dripped from his tip. Haven, as he had hoped, latched her eyes instantly onto his length, nearly gawking at the sheer size of it.

“I can scratch that itch of yours plenty, Haven,” he cooed, shooting her a wink. “But why not let me have a bit more fun with this too?~”

The implications he was laying out were clear, sending a rush of heat to Haven’s loins. Each beat of his heart was reflected in a throb of his member, sending a mesmerizing display for Haven to stare longingly at. It may seem uncouth to debase herself with rutting a stallion on a whim, especially the stud her daughters were partnered with, but with her carnal cravings stirring within her, and her arousal reaching unbearable volumes, she had no reason to neglect indulging herself in this rather impromptu romp. She already had the brief thought of their encounter evolving to such an extent, and right now she needed him and everything he had to offer.

“Well, I can’t deny that the thought had come up,” Haven replied. “And, with how far we’ve gotten already, I suppose you’ve earned the right to try out a queen, haven’t you?~”

She turned, placing her forelegs on the chair. Arching her back, she raised her rump, swaying it from side to side. Spreading her hind legs apart and letting her saliva-slickened tits bounce below her, she flagged her tail. Her glistened marehood winked at Hitch, calling to him to ruin it — to claim it.

Hitch didn’t need to be told twice, his needs screaming to be sated by the wonderfully presented mare before him. Coming behind her, he slowly rose onto his hind legs, draping himself atop her. His cock slid between her soft asscheeks, grazing her pussy and ponut as Hitch motioned it back and forth. The heat of her nethers dancing along his shaft sent a tingle down Hitch’s spine, forcing him to stave off the rampant desire he had to simply plunge into her then and there without warning.

“F-Feels even bigger than it looks…” Haven mumbled, glancing back at him. Grinding herself against him, her breathing hitched each time his tip kissed either of her entrances, she threw him a sultry look. “Nothing I can’t handle though~”

Even with her confident act, Hitch still opted to pace himself. “So…you ready?”

Haven nodded, gnawing her lip and steadying herself. “Give it to me.”

With her assurance given, and his lust given a path to finally find its indulgence, Hitch reared his hips back. Lining his stallionhood with her winking marehood, he pressed his tip to her entrance. He felt the sheer volume of lust she had within her, her juices lathering his tip as her snatch instinctively winked against it. Gnawing his lip and preparing himself for the seas of pleasure he was about to cast himself into, Hitch plunged himself into her depths.

As their bodies melted into each other, Haven and Hitch couldn't hold back the primal moans that escaped them. Her velvety walls clamped down on his shaft with an immediate, vice-like grip, embracing him like an angel's tender caress. Every inch of his stallionhood was bathed in the warmth of her inner embrace as he slowly descended into her depths. Their dance of pleasure unfolded at a deliberate pace, his hips brushing against her flanks until his tip delicately kissed against the entrance to her womb. Her walls tightened once more, a silent plea for more, prompting him to withdraw before plunging back in to fulfill her desperate need.

His motions were routine, slamming into her with precision each time. Her flanks jiggled with each crash of his hips into them, filling the air with a serenade of moans, claps, and the constant schlick of his length funneling into her. He picked up his pace, the tempo with which he pleased her growing ever more rampant as his lust began to swirl within his mind above all else. She was a divine figure, a queen, and the knowledge of such came as a revelation to Hitch.

He had bedded princesses, regal icons that were beloved by all of Zephyr Heights and beyond, but the one pony above them in terms of status was the queen above all, yet here she was, below him and taking his cock like a whorish reflection of her typically prudish self. The idea that such a regal figure was being rutted senseless by him sent a rush through his body, ushering him to give her every bit of passion he had in him.

“Ngggh ~ H-Hitch!” Haven brayed, shuddering beneath him. “Yes! Yes!~”

Her euphoric wails only further encouraged Hitch, as he gripped onto her hips and pummeled her snatch with bestial intensity. “Huff ~ You’re…you’re so tight!”

Haven began to throw her ass back into Hitch, matching his rhythm. “Haa ~ I t-told you!” She slammed back, her flanks bouncing with every intense movement she made. “I…hnng…may be rusty! B-but I’ve got experience.”

Hitch winced with pleasure, her motions back upping the pleasures he was enduring by a magnitude. Her coy, smug response was reflective of his initial romp with Zipp and Pipp, bringing him back to the very night he had bred Haven’s two daughters. Though, if she wanted to try and hold onto some of her regality, he was certain he’d sunder that to a pulp and leave her a quivering, blissful mess beneath him. Raising a hoof, he slammed it down against her flank, coaxing a howl of delight from her.

“Tch ~ Well, I’ve got a fair bit myself!” Hitch grunted, grabbing her hips once more.

The room was filled with the unison of their mutual aromas, creating a concoction and blend of smells that heightened their enjoyment even further. Sweat ran down their forms, Haven’s makeup grew messy, and the chair upon which their romp was taking place creaked and groaned from the intensity occurring above. Even still, they didn’t slow, wholly intent on bringing one another to a climax that’d eclipse most, if not all, of the ones they’ve experienced in the past.

Hitch could feel it, his balls aching, his breathing becoming unsteady, and a desperate calling within his mind to breed. His climax was brewing with him, and from the sound of her moans, Haven was reaching her limit as well. He had been far too pent up, far too desiring of a climatic release after the gauntlet of temptations he had faced today, and the prospect of knocking up another regal figure danced in his thoughts. The complications of impregnating Haven alongside his current two gravid partners was a proposition he had never thought would even cross his mind, but if the vice-like grip her depths had on his cock was any indication, it seemed she was intent on being claimed by him.

The two went into a frenzy, a seemingly unspoken message being delivered to both as they indulged themselves in their debaucherous situation. Moans filled the air, echoing off the walls and mixing into the symphony of wet claps her ass and his groin made. Their motions became uneven, solely driven by lust and not precision, as they were finding themselves lost in a miasma of endless need.

Haven began to shiver below him, her walls somehow held on tighter, and her ragged breaths between moans spoke of what Hitch knew was an encroaching release. His stamina was withering, his brink only a few thrusts away, yet he still had to make his hopeful thoughts clear.

“Haven I - nngh - I’m gonna…”

“Inside!” Haven howled, tensing up below him. “Knock me up like my darlings! Give me it all!”

Her words carried the very essence of her being behind them. It was spoken from her depths, a plea, no, a need, to be bred littering every single aspect of her voice. She begged, implored, and outright demanded to be pumped full of seed, and with Hitch’s withering resistance, he was more than happy to oblige. The prospect of adding a third mare to his herd was an unexpected development, especially Haven of all mares, but she was unfathomably attractive, wonderfully charming, and downright a lovely pony. He had heard many stories from Zipp and Pipp, and he knew it’d be an honor to mark her as his mare.

Tensing himself, taking a sharp breath between his teeth, Hitch reached the limit of his withering stamina. Steeling himself and pulling almost entirely out of her depths, he slammed back into her with everything he had, sending her reeling in the process. Hilted within her, her asscheeks rippling from the sheer force of which he entered her, he remained in place and let out a deep, feral growl.

It came like a tsunami, as his climax bestowed upon her volumes of seed that’d guarantee her impending motherhood. Constant gushes of fertile cum gushed into her depths, flooding her womb in mere moments as Hitch offered her everything he had. It was the epitome of his performance, a climax deserving of a queen, and as his essence gushed out of her womb and painted her walls, she too found her blissful release.

Throwing her head back and braying to the heavens, Haven’s climax struck her with the force of a shattering star. Her eyes rolled back, her tongue lolled out, and her wings hopelessly flapped at her sides as any composure she had attempted to latch onto was swiftly reduced to nothing. The molted cum within her burned her insides with a passion unlike any other, sending cascading waves of pleasure through her every nerve and alighting them with a mixture of relief and euphoria. She spasmed beneath him, shuddering intensely as her marehood gushed with her climatic release, soaking Hitch’s already dampened fur.

The two danced on the line between reality and fantasy, both struggling to comprehend what was occurring. It was so sudden, so scandalous, and yet that was what brought the entire situation into a state of absolute, pure indulgence. A queen with a commoner, the stud that had claimed her own kin — it was something straight out of a fantasy novel, but for them this was all too real.

They rode out their orgasms, moaning and shuddering every second of it. Sweat ran down their forms, as Hitch draped himself over her and held her close. Her pillowy flanks caressed his thighs, their embrace as intense as their mating, sealing the deal on their newfound relationship. It was otherworldly, the experience and knowledge of this all, but in it they found something special — something that spoke volumes of the newfound intimacy of their relationship.

Gasping, they both found the ends of their climaxes dawning upon them. The final ropes of seed left Hitch, gushing out of the seal his cock made on her snatch and drooling to the ground below. The air was heady with the scent of their mating, their bodies were slickened with sweat, and both struggled intensely to remain standing. Heavy breaths now replaced the sound of moans and meeting bodies, as they gathered themselves slowly from the brink of nirvana on which they danced upon.

Reluctantly, Hitch slowly pulled out of Haven’s depths. Slipping each inch out of her, his length coated in a mixture of their climatic releases, he exited her depths and let loose the sea of cum that had been stored within her. His essence dripped down the ends of her flanks, maneuvering down her plump thighs and onto the chair and floor below. He staggered backwards, struggling to balance himself as his head swirled in his afterglow. Composing himself, he managed to stand, gazing upon the product of his efforts.

Haven looked like a mess, but a blissful one at that. Her asscheeks glistened a faint shade of red from the battering his hips had given them, her mane was a mess, her countenance was that of unbridled cock-lust, and the stream of cum flowing from her marehood was all the evidence needed to make her inevitable third descent down motherhood ever apparent.

“So…huff…w-what now…?” Hitch grumbled, chuckling as he drank in Haven’s blissful expression.

Haven took a portion longer to find herself return to reason, shakily rising off of the chair. She took a few wobbly steps, her body burnt out on energy from the gauntlet it had endured, but ever the formal figure, she hastily worked to bring herself back to a presentable state. Throwing him a warm, downright thankful smile, she fidgeted the crown atop her head and cleared her throat.

“Ahem…firstly, that was phenomenal,” she replied, looking herself over. “Secondly, I am an absolute mess.” She frowned, glancing at the clock on a nearby wall. “As much as I’d adore chatting further about the fact that you’ve without a doubt pumped a foal into me, I do have an appearance to make.”

Hitch sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, eyes going wide as he took in the hour. “Oh jeez! We’re already late!”

“So it would seem,” Haven mumbled, ruffling her wings. “I need to pretty up for the festival, and you need to get yourself handled as well.”

Nodding in agreement, Hitch made for the door. “O-Of course! I hope you aren’t mad about -”

He froze, finding himself whirled back around by Haven and soon finding her lips pressed against his. His heart skipped a beat, his softened length began to spur with arousal again, and his eyes went wide as dinner plates, but he was quick to return her kiss. Embracing her lips with his own, they held themselves there for a scant few moments, before Haven slowly pulled away.

“Nothing to be mad about, dear~” she cooed, turning away from him. Flicking his muzzle with her tail, she flagged it and swayed her hips. “The only thing I ask is that you visit me in my chambers again tonight…for further discussion~”

The sight of her ample flanks moving in such tantalizing fashion nearly spurred Hitch to his full size again, yet he knew there was no time right now. Nodding his head and agreement, and returning her smile, he turned and made his way to the door.

“Of course, Haven,” he breathed, glancing back over his shoulder at her. “I’ll ruin that regal demeanor of yours all over again~”

Haven blushed, shaking her head and chuckling. “Oh hush. Later today I’ll be the one controlling all this.” She shot him a playful wink. “Since you were so kind to knock me up, perhaps I should show you why the queen is in charge.”

Hitch's breath hitched as he caught a fleeting glimpse of what appeared to be Haven's more assertive persona making an appearance. A mixture of nervousness and excitement surged through him, and he respectfully bowed before her before making his exit. Silently stepping out of the room, he delicately closed the door behind him, allowing a sigh of relief to escape. The addition of a new member to his herd was a delightful progression, and Haven proved to be a stunning mare. Despite the unconventional aspects of this development, he couldn't deny that he had no regrets whatsoever.

Wheeling around, his smile swiftly dropped as he spotted Zoom. Standing beside the door, blushing furiously with her tail flicking behind her, she shifted awkwardly in place. She adamantly avoided eye contact with him, yet the notable trail of essence running down her thigh spoke volumes of what she had heard, or even possibly seen. Clearing her throat in his presence, she shifted herself back into position, standing upright and proper as all royal guards did.

Hitch was befuddled, unsure of how to approach what was an unexpected spectator to what had just occurred behind the door. “I…I thought you were sent to -”

“I - ahem - I came back to ask the q-queen a question,” Zoom stammered. “P-Pardon my intrusion.”

Fighting back a blush of his own, uncertain if it was spawned from embarrassment of voyeuristic indulgence, Hitch forced a smile. “O-Oh! Not a problem!” He turned to leave, sheepishly shying away and down the hall. “S-See you at the festival!”

Cantering down the hall while doing his best to hide his clear erection, Hitch’s ear flicked. Though it seemed faint, he could’ve sworn her heard mumble ‘I hope so’ beneath her breath.

“You did what?!”

Fluttering in the air, a mixture of confusion, anger, and the faintest hints of arousal in her voice, Pipp grimaced down at her mother.

“Oh please,” Haven disregarded, rolling her eyes. “It’s not like you own the rights to bed him. The second you and Zipp established a herd with him, it was only expected!”

“I…I know but…” Pipp groaned, pulling her face down with her hooves. “It’s..your…your our mom!” She looked over at Zipp, pleading her case. “Don’t you find this weird, Zipp?!”

All too flummoxed to reply, Zipp merely remained silent. A blush spread across her muzzle as she ruffled her wings at her sides. She made an effort to avoid eye contact with her sister and mother both, staring off into nothing as she did her utmost to pretend she was simply not present.

“Pipp, my darling, please,” Haven furthered, playfully nudging her daughter’s shoulder. “It’s not like we are doing anything with each other. We’re simply sharing the same virile…strong…hot…”

Pipp covered her ears, shaking her head. “Stop it! Stop it! Fine! It’s fine! But…can we not talk like this?! At least not yet!” She sighed, facehoofing. “Give me a little bit of time to adjust! Zipp and I carrying his foals was one thing, but now…you doing it too?! That’s a lot to take in!”

“Fair. Maybe the post I’ll make on PonyGram will get more likes than yours too!”

“Shut up, mom.”

Beside the two, Zipp let out a sigh. Finally partaking in the conversation, she gave her mother an understanding smile. “Well…if you’re happy, that’s all that matters, mom.” She wrapped a wing around her sister, pulling Pipp in close. “And c’mon, sis, we both know how great Hitch is! It isn’t fair to not let mom have some fun with him too!”

“You seem awfully confident for how you just were…” Pipp grumbled, pouting her lip.

Zipp shrugged. “I…took a bit to process it.”

“Speaking of Hitch,” Haven joined, glancing to the empty seat beside her. “Where is he? The Wishentine Play is about to begin and he’s been gone for nearly an hour!”

Pipp tapped her chin, gazing at the audience below them in the auditorium. “Well…he isn’t here. Didn’t he say he was running to his room?”

“We could go check on him,” Zipp followed, sharing a look with her mother and sister. “Y’know, to make sure he’s okay.”

“And maybe get some more stress relief~” Haven remarked.

“Mom!” the two sisters exclaimed in unison.

Haven merely giggled, motioning for her daughters to follow her. “I missed teasing you two. Guess I’ve got something to work with now!” She began to trot out of the theater and down the hall, fighting back a spree of further chortles. “The look on your faces is adorable!”

“Whatever,” Pipp grumbled, trotting beside her mother and Zipp. “Let’s just make sure Hitch didn’t pass out and get him back. He’s probably tired after…doing that with you.”

The trio waltzed down the halls of the castle, waving to any passerbyers. Though it was a short trot, they had a bit of room to converse more on the newfound development in Hitch’s herd, continuing up to when they actually arrived at his room.

“Three isn’t that much for a herd really,” Zipp commented, thinking to herself. “To be honest, aren’t you and I pretty sure Sunny and the others are going to end up in it anyways?”

Pipp sighed. “I mean, yeah, but I wasn’t expecting mom of all ponies to be a part of it!”

Haven let out a laugh, trotting up to Hitch’s door. “Oh please, three’s a crowd, but more? That’s a party! And lots of fun at that!”

Her ear twitched as a curious sound emanated behind Hitch’s door, gaining Zipp and Pipp’s attention too. It sounded akin to heavy breathing, possibly something of distress, which stirred concern within them all. Hesitantly pressing the door open, the three of them froze in the doorway as they spotted what was within.

Laying on Hitch’s bed, her armor cast aside, Zoom twitched in a puddle of her own arousal. A steady stream of cum drooled from her pussy, an expression of sheer delight spread on her face as she smiled dumbly at nothing in particular. Seemingly fucked into a near coma, Haven, Zipp, and Pipp trailed their eyes over towards the expected one responsible for Zoom’s current state. Eyes wide and looking back at them, Hitch forced a smile onto his face, sheepishly waving at them as he leaned back in his bed.

Where Zipp and Pipp were too shocked to speak, blushes furiously spread across their muzzles, Haven merely guffawed at the sight. Seeing one of her royal guards in such a state was something new, and arguably incredibly hot, but she couldn’t help but wrap her wings around her daughters and whisper in their ears.

“Well, I guess it’s four now, isn’t it?”