Hunter's Herd

All Hunter could feel was warmth as he slept in his bed within the Clocktower Society hotel Fertile Grounds. Well that was what it was called anyways. In truth it was a long winding stairway downward into the stoney earth, with wooden doors that opened into areas that had their space/time manipulated my magic to create any room that one could want...for a time. Yet none of that mattered to Hunter as he continued to sleep. A soft, inviting warmth that one would feel at peace with as they slept begging them never to open their eyes again. To just sleep for as long as they could so that one may savor this feeling for as long as possible. Yet the strength of the waking world beckoning Hunter to open his eyes was far too great as were the pleasures he could only truly experience in that reality.

The thestral groaned slightly as he opened his eyes, the sensations of the real world around him reaching his brain more and more. As he stared at the ceiling, he could feel two forms pressed against his body while his tufted ears could hear a light panting not too far from his shared bed. On both sides of him was the warm feeling of soft, female forms pressed against him while their legs hooked onto his own. His own hands had a hold on their flanks, slightly squeezing them as more of his senses returned to him. The stallion’s leathery wings were outstretched and wrapped around the forms of his lovely subs as the scent of the last night’s activities entered his nose.

Looking to the right, Hunter gazed at Moondancer as she slept. Perhaps the most special of all his mares, even though he probably shouldn’t have one. But she had been his first and the connection they held was deep. The expression the unicorn held was peaceful, clearly having a wonderful dream as her tongue moved to lick her soft lips. Her mane of amaranth with purple and violet highlights was tossed around and slightly disheveled, no doubt from the fun the four of them had had before going to bed. For a moment he pictured her as normal, dressed in her purple sweater with strands coming out in various spots along with her tired and worn jeans. That was not the case now for her slender yellowish grey arms were wrapped around his own brown one, a leg hooked around his in order to press herself close to him. So close in fact that he could feel the smoothness of her always shaven nether region as well as the clit ring she had along his side. His arm was also nestled between her C cup breasts, each of the hardened nipples having the same nipple rings as on her clit.

A soft rustling to his left caused him to turn, seeing Wallflower Blush on his opposite. The newest addition to his growing harem, the green mare clung to him much like Moondancer. Also like Moondancer, Wallflower was well known for wearing a sweatshirt that hid her figure, brown instead of purple, and jeans that looked like they would never be free of the stains of dirt. Looking at her freckled face showed that she was slightly drooling on the blankets and her mane of green was looking more frazzled than normal. She clung to him tightly, her own piercings pressing against his form a little tighter as his arm rested between her B cups. Her body wasn’t as perfectly rounded as Moondancer’s was who had the perfect amount of fat so that she didn’t look too skinny or too plump. Wallflower’s was still soft, but just noticeably leaner.

The panting noise ended after a mare’s sigh was heard right before the final mare in Star Hunter’s harem made her appearance. Rising up from the ground at the other end of the bed was Lightning Dust.

“Good morning Master,” she purred. Standing there, Hunter could see a light sheen of sweat reflecting off her turquoise coat and her amber mane. Perhaps the pegasus had decided to do one of her early morning workouts before the others woke up. Not that Hunter minded the sight at all for he thought that the mare looked good like that. Lightning was the leanest of the group, her tight and athletic body having barely a trance of fat on it while sporting very modest A cup breasts. Standing there at her full height, she was at least a head smaller than the rest of the group as well as having the smallest flank of the group. But all that did was make her body more compact so that her holes were all the tighter. Like her slave sisters, she always made sure to keep her pubic fur perfectly trimmed while also sporting the same piercings. Things that would have been normally hidden underneath her plain white shirt and black jacket along with ripped jeans that she normally wore.

Also like the other two mare’s Lightning had on her black collar with dark blue borders as well as a lock on it shaped like Hunter’s cutie mark. There were also bands on their collars of orange and purple, showing off what they preferred in their role playing. The orange stood for a desire to show unwillingness in their role playing so that the dom would have to force them to submit. As for the purple, it meant that they desired to be objectified, abused, and firmly trained in a strict manner. Normally that also meant that Hunter would be impassionate, but the four of them agreed that they liked it when he was more caring in his training as well. The main difference between the three collars were the silver crystal studs in Lightning’s collar, telling all those who saw it that she was into playing with random strangers as well. It would also be normal to see his three subs wearing their cuffs, but since they were in their private room it would not be needed. Nor were they wearing their safety bells since they had agreed not to do anything extreme on that first night. Only when they exited the room would they be required to wear these additions.

As Lightning stared at Hunter with half lidded eyes, she placed the palms of her hands at the foot of the bed between the stallion’s spread legs. When she began to crawl onto the bed, memories of the previous night returned to him. He could clearly see with his mind’s eye three mares with that exact same look licking and worshiping his cock for what felt like hours. They took turns trying to please him and ending with all three tongues caressing his stallion meat while the scent of their arousal filled the room. When they had finished and Hunter was spent, the four sweaty ponies plopped into bed with Lightning laying on top of her master to cuddle. The bags they had brought lay piled in a corner and left forgotten. Not like they would be needing them for these next two weeks since subs in the Clocktower Society normally walked around in the nude save for their collars and cuffs. The only reason they had brought them was for show to Hunter’s neighbors.

Bit by bit, Lightning sashayed closer to her master. When she was close enough Lightning reached forward to grab the blanket and pull it down slowly. With his chest now exposed, the pegasus began to kiss and lick his average body with her rear thrust high into the air. She said not a word, but instead made purring noises like a cat. As he watched, Hunter fought the urge to push both of his other mare’s off the bed. To grab Lightning, flip her around so that he was on top, and take full control. To yank her tail, slap her ass until it turned red before shoving his cock into whatever hole he felt like. But he didn’t. He could do that to either of the wonderful mare’s in his herd while they were fast asleep. Not when they were cuddling with him so wonderfully!

As Lightning began to kiss his collarbone, the mares next to him began to stir. Looking over to Moondancer, he saw his adorkable sub kiss his arm while her glasses were magically lifted onto her face. Wallflower was getting in on the as well, licking and kissing his arm as she began to grid her body against his. Arousal was high in the air, Hunter feeling all their of their wetness on his own body. The touch of their lips again his fur, the scent of their want filling the air more and more, as well as the sounds of their desires grew. In response, Hunter’s hands squeezed the flanks which he held earning small gasps.

It did not take too long before Hunter was looking at the lustful faces of his herd. Together they stuck out their tongues, waggling them in the air as they leaned closer to each other with their eyes still half lidded. Smirking, Hunter took the hint and did the same. Sticking out his tongue, he leaned forward until he made contact. Together the four tongues slid over one another in a soft caress as their combined droll dripped onto the stallion’s form.

“I hope you enjoyed that Master,” said Lightning after they had all pulled their tongues back into their own mouths. She moved so her fine legs were on either side of him, allowing Hunter room to get into a sitting position on the bed with the help of the subs on his sides. Once he was propped up, Moondancer draped her body over half of his. An arm reached out to take hold of his opposite shoulder, head resting on his chest careful not to poke him with her horn, and her soft breasts sandwiched between them. Wallflower tried to mirror this, placing both her hands near Moondancer’s as she moved as close as she could. For a moment, she appeared nervous or worried but it was quickly forgotten as Hunter’s finger’s snaked into her dripping wet snatch. A blush fitting for her name blossomed on her face as her breathing quickened.

“I did very much,” replied Hunter as he extended his free arm towards the sub on top of him. His hand easily hooked around her head, pulling Lightning towards to properly kiss her. As her normal, the mare stiffened for a half second before her body relaxed. Like she was slowly melting as they tasted the other.

When Lightning came up for air, looking slightly lost in the moment, Hunter turned his attention to Wallflower. “I bet you thought this up together,” he said as he leaned closer.

“We did,” came the green mare’s whisper before their lips connected. With his finger’s still buried within her lower passage, Hunter felt those lips tighten as her upper ones went to work. As one who had for so long been starved for affection, her kiss was always the wildest. Loud smacks echoed around the room as the two made out, her nipples growing harder and harder with each passing second.

When it ended, Hunter only turned his head to the side to see Moondancer’s lips already ready for him. Their bodies rippled when they made contact, a slight shock of delight running through them as they made out. A leathery wing wrapped around his first mare as the other two watched on pulling this mare closer to him. Streams of droll began to escape from their mouths as the rest of Hunter’s body reacted. His fingers still buried within Wallflower began to move, stretching her walls before pumping in and out. Wallflower cried out as she held on tighter to her master’s shoulder, kissing his neck. And while that was going on, his cock naturally hardened.

“Oh, a breakfast treat for me,” purred Lightning as she pulled over the covers. While Hunter’s free hand moved to knead Moondancer’s breast, he felt Lightning turn around so that her flank was pointed towards his face. He could hear the wet winking of her slit just barely over the sounds of his other two mares as her wetness ran down her legs and onto his chest. Then he felt her slightly callused hands fondle his ball sac while at the same time her lips kissed the head of his cock.

As Lightning began to slowly lick his cock, Hunter felt utter bliss at his situation. If only he could wake up every morning like this. But, if he did that, it might lose what was so special about it. Soon it would end and he would pull all of his wonderful mares off of him. As much as he didn’t want to. But they had a lot on their plate that they all wanted to do and he wanted to more properly thank them for all of this. Yes, just a few more minutes like this.