Nightmare Honeymoonby PillowfightChapters1 - Wedding night, what a fright!2 - The pink gate3 - Bred in the clouds4 - Pyramid scheme1 - Wedding night, what a fright!“Come on, you can do it, just a few more inches to go!” Scootaloo encouraged her herdmate, her wings fluttering with excitement as Apple Bloom backed her tight asshole up on your straining human cock. The earth pony mare’s legs trembled and her bottom lip was firmly pressed between her teeth as she concentrated on the strange and unfamiliar sensations within her firm and often ogled backside. “Aww, I feel so durn full...” A dribble of heavenly scented mare-pre gushed forth from Apple Bloom’s small and (currently) unused pussy, even as she struggled to root herself anally upon your stiff and ready prod. With a grunt she pushed her hips backwards, and that delicate ponut of hers stretched even more. That tiny, pouting treasure had widened mightily to accommodate your shaft, and the flexible tube quivered around your cock as it strained to accommodate the ultimate thickness of your veiny length. As reluctant as you were to deny your new wives anything they wanted, you felt you simply had to step in and say something — you were packing too much dick for such a small mare! Or so you thought. Even as you watched, Apple Bloom sighed, relaxed, and her quivering apple cider donut yawned even further, smoothing out its very last wrinkle and allowing another length of your sweaty meat to slide deep into her warm and welcoming insides. Her soaked cuntlips now brushed against your dangling and swollen balls, and only the final inch of your cock still remained outside that heavenly gate, now stretched taut to the very limit. “M-maybe we should stop,” you suggested nervously. “I don’t want to hurt you, Apple Bloom. It’s our wedding night, we should take it slow and gentle...” “Will somepony shut this guy up?” Apple Bloom griped. “I‘m tryin’ ta get mah buns blasted!” “Just lay down and relax, big guy,” Sweetie Belle suggested to you, gently stroking your own tense and sweat soaked butt. “We’ll take care of everything from now on.” Keeping one hand gently on Apple Bloom’s tush (which was now your personal property, according to the rather outdated words of her wedding vows!) you carefully backed the two of you onto your bed. In the past, this humble piece of furniture had been your faithful companion. You’d bounced many a gleeful mare upon its mattress, and even had it repaired several times after rounds of especially vigorous sex. (Applejack had offered to pay, fortunately!) But you’d never been so lucky as to bring two mares home at once... let alone the THREE aggressive young wives who’d just pledged their plots to you! It was doubtful that your bedroom would be anything but a mass of splinters by the time the sun rose on the first day of your marriage! With her new position atop you, Apple Bloom finally managed to sink your cock to the root up her tiny pucker. You gasped with worry, only to hear her cry out with purest pleasure. Incredibly, she’d taken it all! After glimpsing your hoofthick “stallionhood,” only the most kinky and experienced among your dates had been willing to risk her ponut for an evening’s entertainment — yet the petite farm girl you’d just married had swallowed your length up like it was nothing! “That’s what I‘m talkin’ bout...” your earth pony wife moaned. “This durn thing‘s bigger’n my spine... an’ now that I took it all, Applejack can’t make fun o’ me no more!” Without warning, that tight little butt hole started PLUNGING up and down your shaft, as Apple Bloom powerfucked her rectum on a human dick that was never intended to go into that hole, into that species, or indeed into anything that small and tight! “A-Apple Bloom, be careful!” you cautioned. Yet this fig leaf of a warning was the last your mind could muster. Having said your peace, you could do nothing but moan and writhe as a fat, firm apple bottom bounced, stroked and sucked on your member. Your horsewife’s cutie marks were a blur as farm toned cheekflesh firmly plapped against your thighs with a fast and pounding beat. Please, don’t hurt yourself... you mentally prayed. You’d never be able to explain this to Nurse Snowheart at the hospital... not after she’d oh so carefully showed you how to properly fuck a mare up the ass! “Don’t feel bad, it’s just wedding night jitters,” Scootaloo assured you with a kiss. “You’re still our big, powerful stallion. We’ll even let you be in charge again, later!” Yet she glanced dubiously at Sweetie Belle even as she uttered the words. Though the CMCs had no question about your power as a stud, the “gentle” lovemaking you’d proposed for your first night together sounded like crazy talk to these three needy ladies. They wanted nothing more than to straddle a huge human dick and ride ’em, cowpony! “Please, girls, I care about you, I don’t want anything to go wrong...” you begged. “Maybe we should give him something to keep his mouth busy,” Scootaloo suggested. Sweetie Belle put a hoof to her lips as she considered the question. “Hrm, how about... pussy?” Without waiting to hear your opinion of the issue, she gingerly swung her leg over your bare chest and mounted you with her plush form. Her swollen belly rubbed against you, sending shock-waves of thrilling pleasure through you. The touch of soft fur and warmth on your bare flesh reminded you of the tiny, precious life growing inside your unicorn spouse, and your heart swelled with love. Then all light and sensation was cut off as you found your face buried between Sweetie Belle’s chubby plot cheeks. A loud, playful wink of her clit against your lips guided your tongue, and without a word you began to lick up and down Sweetie’s moistened lips, tasting her before beginning to dig in deeper. Your wife’s juices tasted different than she had that fateful Nightmare Night when you’d first taken her... more mature, more motherly, as the hormones of her pregnancy now mixed with the heavenly scent of her seemingly constant arousal. “That’s right, big guy.” Scootaloo gently stroked your hair as she breathed warm air into your ear with her sexy, raspy whisper. “You’ve done all you need to do, knocking us up and marrying us. We’re so happy that you decided to bring us into your herd... now let us care for you, like good wives should.” Finding yourself gently bullied into obedience, you ran your tongue up and down Sweetie Belle’s weeping pussy, squeezing Apple Bloom’s dickriding butt with your left hand and stroking Scootaloo’s eager clit with your right. As the scents and sensations of feminine pleasure overwhelmed you, you thought back to the beginning of your unexpected relationship with the Cutie Mark Crusaders... It had certainly gotten off to a rough start. Despite your playcolt reputation around town, you preferred to woo mares of a slightly older vintage than these three. You’d considered the CMCs to be hardly more than fillies, and never thought of them as potential lovers until the day they set their sights on you! Taking advantage of your ignorance of Equestrian traditions, the mischievous pranksters had cornered and seduced you on Nightmare Night, only to find the tables turned and their wombs knocked up with potent human sperm. Bred and gravid at the young age of 23, Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo seemed destined for a struggling life of single motherhood. Fortunately, thanks to some “encouragement” from Princess Twilight and Princess Luna, you’d “chosen” to take responsibility, and formed a herd with the three sexy horses. Thus, your life together had begun. After a brief ceremony at Ponyville’s town hall, you and the CMCs had retired to your humble cottage with a bottle of cheap Prench champagne, ready to begin your makeshift honeymoon. Sadly, your dreams of tipsy kisses and romantic lovemaking were shattered immediately. You hadn’t even gotten the foil unwrapped from the bottle before you found yourself pushed against a wall by your cockstarved brides, your wrists immobilized by Sweetie Belle’s magic as your own “champagne bottle” was unwrapped and forcefully erected by slavering tongues. The CMCs had lost all patience with not having your dick inside them, and they’d desired to pick up right where they’d left off: two months and three pregnancies ago. As far as these gals were concerned, they’d married a large and potent dong that happened to have a human attached. They couldn’t seem to get enough! Even their wedding vows had been spoken around jaw stretching mouthfuls of your erection, as Mayor Mare blushed and tried to look away. Of course, your new brides deeply loved their husband, and valued you for other things than your grotesquely oversized penis... your skill at licking pussy, for example! In the end, they’d decided to take you in the end. With a foal growing in each of their wombs — wombs your dick had no problem prying open, filling to bursting, and painting with cum — anal sex seemed the safest option. Nonetheless, the sheer girth of your shaft gave Apple Bloom pause, until Scootaloo demonstrated the advantages of buttsex by backing her plothole onto your dick and swiftly launching herself into orgasmic orbit. Her butt bounced furiously back against your hips, making her already swollen belly bulge further as her herdmates looked on with amazement and you were brought to the heights of pleasure. Though Scootaloo was clearly no anal virgin, her tomboy tushie was so tight that your cock wasn’t even able to go soft after you cried out with joy and loosened a flood of seed that surged forth into her depths, eagerly (if futilely) seeking a second egg to impregnate. This persistent virility was a very fortunate thing for you, as your dick emerged from Scoot’s tiny orange tailhole just in time to be beckoned forward between the well toned cheeks of Apple Bloom’s extra large apple cart. The practical earth pony had been quickly convinced by her pegasus sister-wife’s demonstration, and seemingly couldn’t wait to feel that full, satisfying feeling deep in her own beautiful, bottom heavy body! Now Apple Bloom was pistoning her plot up and down on your lap hard enough to leave bruises, and unless you missed your guess, the jumbo marshmallow currently monopolizing your tongue was next in line for the same rough treatment! As Sweetie Belle groaned and came all over your tongue, Applebloom’s plaps slowed and gained force, gathering your scattered consciousness and pushing you over the edge of pure orgasmic pleasure. Your hips began to move on their own as your balls once again gave up their contents to the mares who’d claimed it for their own, and you screamed into the rarefied chambers of Sweetie Belle’s unicorn twat, struck by a powerful orgasm. As your pulsating dick deployed another battalion of doomed swimmers deep into Apple Bloom’s butt, your mind found a calm moment of great clarity which sadly brought to mind all the problems with your life: problems which you’d hoped to leave behind on your honeymoon. Still echoing in your thoughts was the ominous warning Luna had issued as you quivered before her majestic power — something or other about studding you out to her thestral minions... Too bad for Luna that you were now a married man! You had your hands full — quite literally — of your three horny wives, and you found yourself with no time to worry about the rantings of that pompous royal nag. Hadn’t you vowed to be a supportive husband to the CMCs, and a loving father to your unborn foals, just as Luna wanted? There was no need to escalate the situation further, in your mind. You had to focus on your wives and do your best to keep them satisfied — if only for the sake of Ponyville’s stallions, who were surely enjoying a well deserved break now that three of the town’s most insatiable dickmilkers were off the market. As Apple Bloom’s innards absorbed the last blast of your liquid 21 gun salute, you sighed with the contentment that can only come from true love. It had been fun to date lots of mares, playing the field and even becoming known as a bit of a “loose stallion.” You’d enjoyed kisses from countless four legged ladies, and nights of passion you’d never forget, but now it was time to settle down and take care of your new family. Yes, married life truly was bliss... bliss... bliss... bliss... “Unnngh... aww.... take that, Applejack... human dick ain’t too big fer anal, yer just a fraidy cat!” Apple Bloom smiled gently as your simultaneous orgasms began to subside, leaving her butt full of your sperm and your bed-sheets soaked in her fragrant girljizz. “Awright, Sweetie Belle, yer turn! Time ta crack open that prissy lil’ backdoor!” “W-what? Me?” The unicorn seemed shocked by this concept, despite now being the only un-sodomized one of her trio of friends. “No way! My pampered derriere is exit only! Unless my husband were to forcefully c-command me to present my dirty ponut for his shameful pleasure...” Apple Bloom turned her head around and poked at your limp (mostly limp, anyways!) and lifeless body. “Well, that ain‘t happenin’, cause he done fell asleep!” “Why’d you let him cum, Bloom?” Scootaloo whined. “That’s such a rookie mistake!” “Ya made him cum first...” Apple Bloom pointed out, groaning even as your dick dribbled the very last of its load deep into her warm, churning guts. “Guys always fall asleep after they cum!” the cute pegasus continued her familiar complaint. “Remember when he bred all of us?” The three mares all sighed at the happy memory. “He barely cuddled us for an hour, before he was out like a light!” “I couldn’t help it!” Apple Bloom protested, pointing at the waterfall of her messy mare squirt that dripped from your thighs. “I was cummin’ at the same time! One o’ ya’ll shoulda bin lookin’ out!” With a grunt of purest indignation, she slowly slid her booty off of your dick, at last letting the broad mushroom head pop out of her raw and widened tailhole. “It’s not so bad,” Scootaloo assured her friends. “See? He’s still hard! We can still have fun with him.” The kinky tomboy leaned over and took your cockhead into her mouth, swivelling her long tongue across your flesh and cleaning off the taste of her bestie’s apple flavoured butthole. Though your body had collapsed from exhaustion, it seemed that your alien member understood that his marital duties in this magical land were far from complete. “C’mon, Sweetie Belle, hop on!” “I-I don’t know about this, girls, he’s really big,” Sweetie Belle whimpered, still grinding her messy cunt upon your snoring face. “One time when he was dating Rarity, she came home limping and she said he’d utterly destroyed her plot!” “It ain’t that bad,” Apple Bloom winced as her stretched out pucker winked in the cool air of winter. “Jes feels a lil’ sharp, is all. Rarity‘s bein’ all dramatic, like always.” “But she had to sit on an ice pack!” Sweetie Belle’s eyes were full of worry as she realized just what she was in for, having married a hung and hungry human. “She didn’t lift her butt off that thing til he picked her up the next evening!” Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “So he ‘utterly destroyed’ your sister’s hay-hole, but she made another date with him the night after?” “B-but you know Rarity... she likes that sort of thing.” Sweetie Belle blushed a deep crimson, hoping that her sister’s well known masochistic tendencies wouldn’t call attention to her own! “It won’t be fun if you force it, that’s for sure,” Scootaloo acknowledged. “Have you ever had anything in your plot before?” “Of course not, I’m a lady!” Sweetie Belle insisted. “Erm, hairbrushes don’t count, right?” “Granny says stallions want a lady in the drawin’ room, an’ a whorse in the bedroom,” Apple Bloom observed. The optimistic earth pony looked about your humble abode, taking in each messy room and imagining how a female touch might improve its appearance. “Mebbe yew could be the lady in the drawin’ room, an’ me and Scoot... shucks, this place ain’t even got a drawin’ room! He don’t want no lady at all! What a perv!” “Can’t I take him... you know, the normal way?” Sweetie Belle begged her herd sisters. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom glanced at each other and shrugged. “The doctor said it’d be OK if we’re careful,” Scootaloo agreed tentatively. “Just keep your cervix closed, and don’t let him in your womb.” “Awe, but that’s the best part!” Sweetie Belle grumbled and scooted forward to take Apple Bloom’s place, her crotch hovering over your rigid meat before slipping that dripping young marehood around the satisfying flare of your head. Panting with desire and gently lowering her hips, the unicorn began to try for a repeat of the bed breaking sex that had left her belly heavy with foal... though ideally a little less deep than last time! “Oh, yeah, that’s good penis...” A tight, slick pussy gobbled up inch after inch of your pony conquering prick, reluctantly stopping just after the halfway mark. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo knelt before their friend, and each took one of your heavy balls into her muzzle. The nut hungry mares began to gently suckle on your slumbering jawbreakers, working their mouths on the salty sacks, encouraging you to build up a somewhat redundant load to feed the already bred unicorn. Having settled down upon you, Sweetie Belle bit her lip cutely and began to ride her stud. Her pudgy butt, made even fatter by her pregnancy, plapped against your thighs with each downward thrust. Her clit was dragged up and down your slippery meat, her cervix just kissing your insistent head, her virginal plothole winking invitingly at your peacefully closed eyes. “Fuck me, fuck me, I’m going to cum already...” the tiny unicorn moaned, her chonky cheeks clapping together with the force of her ride. “I’m so glad we get to share a stud, girls!” “Cutie Mark Crusader Herdwives, yay!” the three cried out at once. Even this loud and happy cheer couldn’t wake your exhausted body. Yet so long as you sported that sturdy erection, your near comatose state was no concern to Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo. As you plunged ever deeper into Luna’s ominous world of dreams, the mares of your herd were content to let you rest, satisfied that your unconsciousness was no reason to ever stop taking their pleasure... 2 - The pink gateAs you opened your eyes and emerged into the world of dreams, your feet found their purchase upon a fluffy blanket of clouds that stretched as far as the eye could see. A starry sky glimmered above and the full moon shone down upon you, so close by that you feared it might fall on your shoulders if you dared to walk beneath. A stiff erection filled your trousers, for the air was charged with a sexual tension that was well nigh unbearable. As you sniffed the crisp night, picking up a distant yet undeniably female scent, you felt a veritable river of precum leaking from your cocktip and dribbling down your leg. Despite your long day of adventure in the waking world, here in the realm of slumber you found yourself raging and ready for a fresh round of lovemaking with some lucky dream-mare. So far, all of this was nothing new, as erotic dreams were a near every-night occurrence in the lustful kingdom you called home. Albeit when you closed your eyes you were accustomed to finding yourself in more mundane locales than these. You’d frolicked in Sugarcube Corner, Ponyville’s park, and even (after an eye opening evening with a certain hippogriff lady!) in the depths of Seaquestria. In each case you hadn’t needed to search long before espying the object of your lust: a frisky female ready to be seduced, chased, or simply fucked silly. Yet here, high above even the pegasus cities, all was quiet and not a soul could be seen. Putting one foot ahead of the other, you cautiously scoured the clouds in search of a rendezvous. At last you espied a tall gate in the distance, with an ancient and foreboding stone structure behind: Luna’s castle of the night. It seemed that you were destined to meet your royal appointment, after all... Despite its fearsome appearance, the gate to Luna’s realm was guarded by a single thestral mare, her dark purple fur contrasting with the gleaming silver of her barding. Your first glance of the fabled “bat ponies” up close was quite intimidating. Though the solo guard stood as tall as a mere pegasus, with membrane covered wings no larger than your beloved Scootaloo’s, her sharp teeth gleamed in the moonlight and you knew that she would stop at nothing to defend her Princess. “Erm, hi...” you surmised, “I think Princess Luna wants to see me. She mentioned something about... an eternity of hot sloppy breeding sex?” With a silent smirk upon her muzzle, the thestral mare turned slowly and presented her unarmoured hindquarters to your eager gaze. Your jaw dropped at the sight of your favourite midnight snack — pink and glistening horsepussy. Now this was more like it! The sexytimes had finally begun, and you found yourself on familiar ground... or rather, clouds. It seemed that you would have to pass a few heroic trials before being granted an audience with Princess Luna. The thestral had presented you with a bright pink gate which would have to be opened before you could gain entrance to the domain of the night. Fortunately, you had just the right “key” for this horny lock — and not a single mare had ever complained about your technique! You briefly knelt behind the thestral, your knees sinking into the clouds. You hungrily kissed her pussy and took her winking clit between your moistened lips, tickling it with your wet tongue. “Hmmm...” she moaned quietly beneath your ministrations, yet still said nothing. You doubled your efforts, taking care to pay plenty of attention to that eager mareclit, and to treat the thestral with the tenderness you always showed your lovers. (At least until they saw your dick and demanded the right to ride you to cunt blasting maregasms!) You’d make this quiet cutie scream your name yet, you pledged to yourself... Yet even when the thestral’s passion peaked, her delicious flesh tensed around your tongue, and the fluids of her passion soaked your eager chin, only the slightest hiss of pleasure escaped the pleasured mare’s firmly shut lips. What was she — pony, or kirin? Yet her satisfaction seemed none the less real, as she smiled at you and nodded with a silent congratulations. Seemingly you had passed your first trial, as with a shimmer of magic your clothes dissolved from your body and disappeared into the smoke of dreams. You were left naked and fully aroused before the petite and sexy mare. The thestral took a sudden intake of excited breath at the sight of your nude, exotic form, and she lowered her head to the clouds below, thrusting up her hips to raise her freshly eaten pussy to the perfect height for your penetration. Obediently you stepped forward and rubbed the glans of your cock up and down her dark purple, nearly black slit. Sticky sap covered your crown as the thestral eagerly leaked all over you, her quivering flesh eagerly preparing herself for her second maregasm... and perhaps her third! “Is this what you want?” you asked. You were always careful to give your dates a chance to back out and call it a night, once they saw how huge your cock was compared to their small, cartoonish bodies. By and large, you’d found that Equestria’s adventurous females relished the challenge! A fresh vulval wink was the thestral’s only answer to your query, her mareflesh kissing your tip with silent desperation. Having given her every chance to lower her tail or decline your advances, you gently pushed yourself into the silent mare’s moist and steaming channel of lust. The feeling was like none other. The thestral’s cunt seemed almost liquid, as if you were dipping your cock in warm wax to form a mould for a dildo. She guided you inwards with tiny muscle movements, gently urging and instructing you to move for her pleasure. You grasped the small mare’s surprising broad hips and used your girth to move her towards a fresh climax, rolling your own hips as her silent grunts gathered steam and her bat wings fluttered with arousal. Taking inspiration, you reached up and gently stroked the membranes of those wings, drawing skilled fingertips through a familiar pattern. The stifled gasp you heard proved that thestral wingboners were even more erotically sensitive than those of the many pegasi hotties you’d provided with happy-ending preenings. The loud slurp of a wink confirmed the thestral’s arousal as it echoed through the night, an erotic eruption much louder than any sound you’d heard from your lover’s upper lips so far. You couldn’t believe how hot, how tight, how PERFECT was this beautiful mare of the night! The thestral’s pussy welcomed you like a loving wife, pulling you in close for a romantic kiss that entwined your bodies like never before. Her frantically winking clit rubbed against the plunging veins of your shaft, masturbating upon you even as you satisfied her need for deep penetration. A few more hard won thrusts and you were fully sheathed within the tiny mare, your cock pampered in warmth and wetness like you’d never felt. A dozen full, firm pumps through her cervix, and the thestral uttered a single squeak as her second maregasm hit, splattering upon the clouds and erupting into a sweetly fragrant steam. Through the long minutes that followed, you felt like a stallion in full stud: proud, powerful, and in control. Yet the ambrosial taste of bathorse pussy lingered on your tongue, slowly corrupting your mind. With that same lovely juice pouring down your shaft and wetting your thighs, you soon found your pleasure mounting to realms beyond your control, with every pump of your dick in the soft and yielding pussy before you. You tried to pull out and catch your breath, only to find that the tip of your member was now trapped between the tight, squeezing lips that dripped those heavenly juices! She wouldn’t let you go! “I—I’m about to cum, too!” you warned. The slickness and tightness of that clasping cunt was irresistible as it hugged your glans, responding to your attempts to extricate yourself with squeezes and strokes that grew fiercer and tighter, until you could hardly move around at all! “Mmh,” the silent thestral grunted, and braced her hooves upon the cloudy surface of dreams. You halted your struggles, hoping to be disgorged, but with wobbling plot she pushed back upon you, firmly claiming every inch of you, taking your shaft to the root as if she meant to keep you forever. “Please, I-I need to pull out or I’ll cum inside! It feels too good!” you begged. Yet at this hazardous prospect the thestral’s clasping cunt only tightened its seal around your meat. Forbidden tentacles seemed to stroke you from the inside, and you found yourself unable to hold out any longer. The speed with which the talented thestral had brought you to the breaking point was beyond belief! This was no mortal pussy, but a milking machine worthy of Sweet Apple Acres! “Unnngh, I’m CUMMING!” you screamed. With a final smack to that firm yet cushy plot, and a deep groan that tore through the night, you blasted ropes deep into the thestral mare’s womb, the ferocity of your cumshot shaming the vast nut you’d just blown in the waking world. You’d just sent a flood of sperm the wrong way up into Apple Bloom’s guts... yet here was an OCEAN of the stuff, erupting from your balls to swell a petite thestral belly! Over your time in Equestria you’d enjoyed both gentle seductions and ribald romps. Indeed, as of today you were legally the freeuse stud of the CMCs, bound to their endless cravings by the chains of matrimony. Yet nothing could have prepared you for the tightness and heat that awaited you beneath this spoopy mare’s tail! Her pussy was giving you the best deepthroat blowjob of your life, and eagerly swallowing every drop! “Hmh... mmh...” the thestral mare muttered to herself as you panted and weeped, utterly emptying yourself inside her. Her muscle control kept you firmly rooted within as you noisily spent your seed, not to mention for some minutes afterwards. Shivering from head to toe, you placed your hand gently upon the thestral’s plot to steady yourself after a truly intense orgasm. Your feeble attempts to pull out and take your leave, met with nothing but a tightened grip upon your sensitive member. At last the thestral turned her head back to regard you with a coy smile, still holding you inside her. “I... huff... apologize, good human, but I could not speak ere now.” You were startled as the seemingly mute bat-pony opened her mouth to talk with you. Her voice was low and sounded like a growl, yet seemed quite friendly. “W-what’s your name?” you asked, awed by the beauty and dark elegance of the mare you’d just creampied. “I am Persephonea, Captain of the Lunar Guard.” With a flex of her lower muscles, the lovely thestral disgorged your limp and spent prick, her tight cunt clasping closed around your leaking seed. So tight was her grip that the strand of escaped semen dribbling from her insides was cut off as if by scissors. That drop of human sperm plummeted through the clouds and down towards the slumbering land of Equestria, no doubt to land comically upon the face of some unfortunate night watchpony. “Princess Luna herself stationed me here to await your arrival.” “It’s nice to seed—I mean, to meet you,” you stated with a blush. “My name is—” “Hush!” Persephonea flew up to your height and put a leather wing to your lips. “No name is necessary for you, save for ‘stud.’ In this realm, males have — and deserve — none other.” “I don’t understand!” you confessed. “I’m so confused... and horny all the time...” The beautiful thestral looked about, her gaze encompassing the silent majesty of the night that surrounded you. “All life in Luna’s kingdom hearkens to the feminine cycle of Lady Moon,” she explained. With a hoof Persephonea directed your gaze upwards, to the bright satellite that floated far too near above. “Beneath her gentle rays, brutish males like you are most unwelcome. It is thus that by Her Majesty’s ancient law, no thestral may acknowledge or speak to any stallion, save he be the father of her foal. Here, you are ‘stud’ or you are nothing.” “Then... d-does that mean...” “Indeed,” the thestral’s raspy voice rang out. She lowered her hoof to gently stroke her barrel. “A beautiful new life, in the service of the Princess of the Night. You have proven your worth, and conquered my womb.” With a flutter of wings and a tender kiss upon your lips, Persephonea sealed her fate to your own. “I am yours, my sweet stud, now and forever.” You knelt down and pressed your face against the thestral’s warm fur as she flapped in midair, marvelling at the beauty that could come from such a hot, steamy inter-species dicking as the one you’d just delivered. “It’s so wonderful!” you marvelled with a tear of joy. “I know our foal will be beautiful... b-but I’m already married! Is this really OK?” The thestral Captain laughed, throwing her slim neck back as if baying to the moon. “Such distinctions have no meaning here,” she assured. “In the land of dreams, fantasy is the true reality, and passion the only truth. In your nighttime adventures, have you not made love to other ponies’ wives?” You blushed as memories came back of vivid dreams where you’d taken pleasure with the bountiful Mrs. Cake, the elegant Princess Cadance, the inventive Pinkie Pie, your best bro Lyra Heartstrings, and so many more. Even Cookie Crumbles, your new mother-in-law, had inspired a few nocturnal emissions in the days when you were dating her eldest daughter. In reality, you knew these committed and faithful mares were off limits to your perverted mind and your groping hands. Yet freed from the shackles of consciousness and conscience, your libido leaned on the veil of sleep as an excuse to summon the most vivid of homewrecking fantasies. It had all felt so real, those dreams in which you tempted these lovely ladies to break the sacred bonds of matrimony, and spread themselves wide for a good human dicking down! “I-I guess I’ve had a few dreams about married mares,” you admitted. Once again Persephonea laughed. “Hahahah! A few, he says! Fear not, stud, for you are hardly alone in such desires. Why, even now, the number of creatures dreaming about pounding your wives would astound you~” “Wait, what?” Persephonea merely smirked. “Now that you have studded me, allow me to be your guide to Luna’s kingdom.” With a simple nod the gate creaked open, and your eyes were filled once again with the sight of that bounteous plot as the now pregnant thestral flew through. With trepidation you followed her through the gate into the forbidden, not to mention exclusively female, realm within. Your feet shifting upon the clouds below, you followed your latest conquest towards Luna’s castle, where an unknown (but surely horny) fate awaited you... 3 - Bred in the cloudsAs you and the freshly pregnant thestral known as Persophonea travelled the cloudy path towards Luna’s foreboding palace, the two of you passed through a beautiful cosmic sight. You gasped as you beheld a cascade of large and glittering bubbles, each one holding the dream of one of Equestria’s slumbering stallions or mares. Thestrals flew high above you with nets and clipboards, managing the flow of the bubbles and ensuring a peaceful rest for all. Though calming and refreshing, the scenes you saw in the nearby bubbles were far from innocent. As enthusiastic as you’d found Ponyville’s adventurous mares (in your bachelor days, of course!) it seemed that the creatures of Equestria became truly unrestrained when night fell and sleep descended. You were not the only one of Luna’s subjects who enjoyed dirty dreams, and tiny winks of pink flesh visible between the hind legs of the attending thestrals showed that even these experienced mares were not immune to the arousing sights found within these magical spheres... As you watched, Amethyst Star lay back in a lounge chair, inspecting a line of chained and hoofcuffed earth pony studs from behind a pair of stylish sunglasses. Mr. Cake frantically worked his hips, pumping his dick in and out of the zebra stallion who was fucking his wife. Cheerilee went down on her former student Pipsqueak. Princess Cadance threw her head back with pleasure as Shining Armour and King Sombra forced huge horsecocks into her pussy simultaneously, racing to be the first one to cum inside and impregnate her. Derpy Hooves gently nibbled on a chocolate chip muffin. Lyra rammed her futa cock balls deep up Bon Bon’s pussy, only to find a second Bon Bon stepping up, gripping her horn, and stuffing her throat with an even larger helping of dickmare meat. Pinkie Pie sprayed a fountain of whipped cream out of her ass and into a tower of champagne glasses, as her friends applauded and licked their lips. Your head constantly turned by these spicy vignettes, you slowly followed Persephonea over a wooden drawbridge, up a golden stair and through a heavily guarded door made of cloudy, glittering smoke. At last you arrived at a sight seen by few mortals indeed: the grand throne room of Luna, the Princess of Dreams. Here, the fierce alicorn who’d bullied you into marrying the CMCs sat in glory upon her throne of stars, surrounded by her thestral attendants... gorgeous, regal, incredibly stacked attendants, you couldn’t help noticing! It seemed the minimum requirements for a position in this court were a pair of F-cup crotchteats, and a plot to match! You silently bowed before the ruler of the night, and Luna commanded you to rise with a casual wave of a hoof. “Again we meet, human,” she stated with dignity. “Such a shame, thy new wives cannot satiate you. How boldly thou strayeth, pleasuring other mares on thy very wedding night!” “W-wait...” you stammered, suddenly confused by the laws of Luna’s realm. “Don’t I have to breed you before you’ll talk to me?” The entire court burst into laughter at your innocent question, and the thestral you’d impregnated snickered behind a hoof. “Really, Captain Persephonea?” Luna demanded with a roll of her eyes. “That old gag?” “I assure you, your highness, I never gag,” the thestral mother-to-be stated smoothly. “Ugh, human!” Luna’s burning eyes turned now to you. “Why wouldst I make such a silly law? The very idea is ludicrous! Thou truly believeth whatever anypony telleth thou, doth thou not?” “Erm...” you shamefully scratched the back of your neck, feeling quite awkward. “I wouldn’t say I believeth anything...” “Tis a shame that the word ‘gullible’ cannot be found in the royal dictionary, as thy portrait would be quite fitting alongside its definition!” “Really?” Your smile brightened, as you were always happy to help. “That’s weird, but ‘gullible’ means—” Luna facehoofed. “And fortunate indeed, that a foal’s intelligence is inherited from the mother’s side!” “Huh?” Luna sniffed haughtily. “Since thy promiscuous member hath already seeded my Captain with nary a second thought, perhaps thou wouldst be so good as to grant your Princess the same privilege.” The glamorous mare descended her throne, trotted towards you and nuzzled your bare chest, taking in your scent with a sigh of pleasure that quickly melted her icy expression. “R-really? Me?” you asked, cuddling the ancient princess, letting your hands move over her warm and sensuous body. “But you’re so beautiful, and overbearing, you must surely have a dozen Princes ready to breed you whenever you want.” “Neigh, human, I rule the night alone, without consort or heir.” As you gently stroked Luna’s warm barrel and back, a crystal tear descended down her shapely cheek and she began to unburden her sad story upon you. “As the Princess of Dreams, my womb is destined to lay barren until I meet the stallion of my dreams. For 1,000 years I have gazed up at the moon... or rather, down at its surface... wondering where he might be. “Since my return to Equestria, I have called upon the land’s greatest studs to grant me a foal... all to no avail.” Dream bubbles drifted past Luna’s starry mane as she reminisced about her recent conquests. As they passed by, you saw one dreamboat of a stallion after another, each of them reliving the highlight of his life: that precious moment when the ruler of the night hungrily returned his proffered kiss. Earth ponies, unicorns, crystal ponies and pegasi could be seen among the crowd: stallions of all types, from delicate royals to rugged labourers. Each was handsome in his own way, each one deeply passionate and determined to win Luna’s heart. Your own heart began to sink, as seemingly hundreds of failed suitors floated by. How could you possibly succeed, where so many stallions had fallen short? Luna scowled as a final bubble of bittersweet memory drifted past her eyes, showing her younger self throwing her head back and moaning as she sprawled upon a bed of finest crystal. The sweaty visage of Prince Shining Armour could be seen, thrusting mightily into her from behind. In the background a certain pink alicorn could be glimpsed, looking on with a wide smile and excited eyes. “Even the legendary Prince of the Crystal Empire did fail to subdue my eggs,” Luna admitted. “Though Cadance continuously asketh me if she can watch him ‘try again.’” Slowly, yet inevitably, the alicorn’s wings began to stiffen and unfold beneath your gentle strokes. “It giveth one pause... mayhap my lover is destined to be no stallion at all, but a sturdy male of another world. Wilt thou woo me, silly and trusting human — and, if I find thee worthy, breed me?” “D-do I have a choice?” you asked tentatively. Luna snorted and shook her head. “Neigh, thou hath none. I know not why I asked.” Before you could respond, you felt the pressure of her lips, her tongue forcing its way into your mouth as her kiss marked you for her own. “Oh, Luna...” you moaned, despite yourself, as your lips parted and eagerly met with hers. When dating ponies, you’d always taken the lead, prizing yourself on recognizing that perfect moment when a curious gaze should be met with a mare’s first inter-species kiss. Luna cast away such notions of male dominance in an instant. With royal might, she conquered you as effortlessly as a momentarily bored MILF seducing her virgin paperboy. Your horny young wives were invincible in bed, but when it came to the stuff of romance, the CMCs still had much to learn — and Luna would be the perfect one to teach them! Your heart began to pound with excitement, and you pushed your tongue into Luna’s wet mouth, only to find her passion denied you as she pulled away. You pouted brattily, and Luna smiled at such a welcome display of desire and neediness. “Well done, human,” she assured. “Thou hath passed thy first trial: Ye Olde Test of Love. It gladdens my heart that thou returneth my affections — yet from here onward, the road will become ever rockier for thee!” “Erm, m-maybe you should find another guy, then...” you stammered. Now that your lips were no longer tingling from the kiss of a lovely princess, the true reality of your situation was beginning to sink in. Being Luna’s royal stud would surely eat into your free time. After all, you already had 3 insatiable wives, and now a thestral to support as well! “Tis too late!” Luna roared. “My ardour hath aroused! My hind lips drool for thy girthy fuckspire!” The dramatic princess practically swooned before you. “Yet as much as I long to be fulfilled by thy foalmaker, we must not mate... not yet!” “Oh, not yet?” You sighed with relief. “Well, how does next Thursday sound—” “Not until thou passeth... YE OLDE TEST OF BLOOD!” “W-wait, blood?” you squeaked, practically blown off your feet by Luna’s Royal Canterlot Voice. “Nom!” screeched the tiny bat-mare known as Persephonea. Your onetime conquest leapt upon your shoulders, hugging you tenderly with her front hooves, and bit at your neck. With the lightest scratch of her sharp, pointed teeth you felt an ancient venom enter your body, filling you with a strange and potent sexual energy. “Owww!” you complained, even as your dick erected instantly, slapping against your chest like a stallion’s and expanding to an unheard of length and stiffness. In that moment you were ready to BREED! Forget these tests of love, these sappy kisses! You were ready to barge into a royal banquet, thrust into Luna and inseminate her with a single pump from your mighty balls — then pull out and impregnate Celestia, Twilight Sparkle, and Cadance with the dregs of that selfsame load! (And Shining Armour as well, if he didn’t get out of the way!) “Aaaarghhh, it HURTS!” you screamed as a heavy pulse of precum jetted forth from your straining cock, nearly reaching the moon overhead. “I need to FUCK!” Luna batted at your swollen member with a hoof like a cat with a toy, ignoring your agony. “Hrm, his blood floweth well indeed. A passing grade, it seemeth to me. And how doth he taste?” she inquired of her servant. Persephonea licked her lips, flicking tiny droplets of your blood from her fangs. “He hath the savour of most delicious lust, your majesty,” she moaned. “Somepony pleasures him in the waking world, even as he visits us in dream.” “Tis well,” Luna nodded wisely. “No doubt he is tended by those harlots three, whom he blessed with foal in the holiest hour of our Nightmare Night.” “Hey, those are my wives you’re talking about!” you protested, your need to defend the CMCs barely overcoming your erotic pain. “Thy slutty spouses and their oversized plots are no longer thy concern,” Luna scoffed. “Now thou art gifted with thy chance to breed a truly worthy mare.” Luna turned and positioned her hindquarters beneath your eagerly grasping hands. “Be warned that a failure to conceive will be punished most harshly.” As she looked back at you sternly, Luna’s fierce grimace became a happy smile. “Yet take heart, human!” she assured. “Success shall be rewarded just as harshly!” Despite Luna’s ever more ominous pronouncements, the thought of relieving the burning in your cock was all you could think of. The punctures in your neck throbbed as you cautiously gripped your rigid dick, guiding it to its target. It felt like your meat was on fire, and the only way to quench it was in the moist valley of pony pussy! And yet... Luna’s plothole winked at you, as if calling out for attention. It was only earlier this evening that the naughty Scootaloo and the ever horny Apple Bloom had aroused your insatiable hunger for pulsating pony pucker. Now, despite the deep lust you felt for the petite Princess’ cunt, you felt an even greater need to claim her tightest and most forbidden orifice. It wouldn’t be so bad to jam it in her butt instead... right? you thought to yourself. Even an eternity of torture in the dungeons of the night might be worth it, for a taste of that royal plot. Your hands gently angled your cock upwards, then downwards, hovering between the choice of holes with indecision tearing at your soul. Your bucking dick pumped forth sticky precum, soaking the royal ponut with enough lubricant to ensure a satisfying insertion for both of you. However, the prospect of siring Princess Luna’s foal with superior human seed fluffed your ego like no other. And, yet... dat ass! It was only with the strictest exercise of will power that you turned your eyes from that exquisitely crafted equine ringpiece, decisively lowered the angle of your meat, and swiftly thrust your cock past Luna’s glistening royal lips, taking your next step on your royal quest and sinking several inches deep into a heavenly pussy indeed. “Eep!” Luna squeaked as your “stallionhood” abruptly made itself known within her. Her unchosen tailhole clenched with envy and her tiny cunt-tunnel seized upon your girth. “How crude! Thou porketh the royal vajayjay, just like that?” “Why not?” You whispered, leaning down to take in the dark, mysterious view of Luna’s starry mane as you stroked your meat ever deeper into her feminine cavern. “You need it, I need it... why don’t we just get on to making those babies?” “Some foreplay would have been nice, human,” Luna grumbled. “Thy pillar is truly brutish and oversized. Unnnf... One wonders how thy wives manage to swallow it without bursting!” Truthfully, you wondered this yourself! Your lovers’ holes always seemed to expand just enough to pleasurably sink your girth inside. In fact, Luna seemed downright jealous of the CMCs for claiming you before she got to you. Perhaps a bit of teasing might be in order... “Are you giving up already?” you chuckled as the head of your cock pressed firmly past Luna’s cervix, evaluating your new lover’s womb and preparing to remodel it into a nursery. “Don’t tell me that the Princess of Dreams can’t take what little Scootaloo managed to fit all the way up her butt hole...” “W-wha?” Luna seemed incredulous. Her barrel shuddered as she gasped, picturing the sight of your anally impaled pegasus wife. Her pucker winked again, this time with aroused sympathy. “That tiny spinner’s fat bottom hath swallowed up this beast?” You playfully began to toy with the thick, dark ring of flesh that marked the entrance to your cosmic cutie’s “black hole,” anointing the wrinkles with your spilled precum even as you slowly and gently introduced your cock to Luna’s royal womb. Your thrusts picked up speed and depth as you gained new confidence. “That’s right...” you teased, “Do you like thinking about that? My wife’s little orange butt, stuffed full of human cock? Oh, how she squealed... how she came...” Luna sniffed daintily even as her hind legs stiffened at the thought. “I-I care not how thy lucky flightless chicken of a wife entertaineth herself... merely stud me, good sir, and be on thy way, back to the world of the waking!” Yet her labia quivered around your thrusting shaft of pleasure, and the dribble of liquid from her royal pussy thickened to a near constant stream of mareish arousal, betraying her supposed disinterest. “Mmm, I’m not so sure,” you teased. “Is Her Highness a naughty girl, just like Scoots? Does my pretty pony princess like it when a guy plays with her plot?” You slowly, teasingly, used your finger to circumnavigate the ridges of Luna’s puffy anus, pressing its tip firmly into that tiny pinprick of a horse pucker. “M-my plot?” Luna laughed shrilly. As your finger ended its journey by poking deep into that warm chocolate donut, a sudden gush of lotionlike liquid sprayed from the princess’ velvet pussy and dribbled down your pumping shaft. “Hahaha, how droll!” the alicorn scoffed. “What gavest thou such a silly notion? Verily, tis there whence I poopeth! Remove thy unwelcome digit a-at once!” Something didn’t add up, you mused to yourself as your finger rounded once again the delightful rim of Luna’s pouting, quivering booty. You’d noticed that the stretching, filling and gaping of tender tailholes could be seen in the happy dreams of many of Equestria’s mares — and more than a few stallions! From the gentle touch of a tongue, to the most brutal pounding imaginable, no fantasy seemed more prevalent in the world of dreams than simple butt fun. Surely Luna had seen things much raunchier than a mere pucker-poking, and on a nightly basis! Why was she being so coy? Unless perhaps... “Oh, such a naughty little princess.” You gave an evil smile as the royal secret was revealed to your perverted mind. “Don’t tell me that your butt is your weak point?” A fiery, sunset-like blush consumed Luna’s cheeks and swiftly spread down to her shapely neck. “Neigh, tis dirty...” she protested weakly. “Tis wrong and unbecoming...” “Come on, you can tell daddy,” you urged. “My pony princess loves big cocks up her royal horse-bum, doesn’t she?” “Waaahhh, tis true, my tragic secret!” Luna wailed, shaking one hoof at the moon above. “Tis my craving, my highest desire! All of those studs... they left me barren because they all bucked my plot! I could help it not... verily, I ordered them to spare my womb, and not one had the balls to disobey! Most eagerly did they forget their breeding duties, and escort my plothole instead to the carnal village of ‘Pound Town!’” The powerful alicorn hung her head in shame and panted hungrily, even as you plowed a full confession out of her. “Foolish yet kind human, now thou knowest my shame... neigh, my curse, as ruler of the ‘moon.’ All of Equestria seeth me as an eternal buttslut, save only t-thou!” Luna seethed as you impaled her fully upon your prick and began to reward her honesty with a firm, commanding power fucking. “Somehow, thy dumb ass resisted the call of the royal ponut, and thou went straight to the pussy...” You chuckled as you teasingly slid your cock nearly all the way out, only to slam yourself back into royal cunt, hilting yourself in an instant and filling Luna’s eager womb with the mushroom flare of your cock. “I wouldn’t quite say that I resisted it,” you admitted. You’d never say no to a hot bit of assplay, but given the opportunity for consequence free impregnation, in your mind there was no comparison! There’d be plenty of time for sweaty rump ramming later, once you’d given Luna a precious foal to call her own — your new wives had taught you that! Luna’s stiff wingboner extended even further as she unfolded her vast wings fully. “Come now, human,” she urged you, “follow me upwards, to the very heights of Equestria! Nothing shall be greater than our passion tonight!” With great beats of her feathery wings, Luna flew up to approach the very moon, pulling you after her thanks to the solid grip her underused pussy had upon your dick. Clouds scurried beneath your feet as you frantically climbed upwards into the sky, their fluffy softness giving you a sturdy foothold in the night as you noisily banged its ruler. With screeches like the cries of bats, vast swarms of Luna’s thestrals swooped excitedly around you, only to land upon each others’ backs and form a vast and voyeuristic pyramid. The tower of excited bodies could be seen descending down into the clouds far below, even as the mare at the very top of this pyramid could nearly brush the lunar surface with her wing! Each mare had her eyes eagerly fixed upon her romping ruler: smiling, shouting and waving their hooves, countless legions of Luna’s subjects now acted as cheerleaders for the carnal eclipse they beheld. “Ooh, you like having an audience, eh?” you whispered to Luna. “Naughty, naughty princess~” You slowed the motion of your hips, showing off your body for the excitedly cheering thestrals. “Why don’t you show all your subjects your cute little O face? Make it nice and believable, and I just might consider breeding you~” Luna immediately tensed up and panted as you put forth your decadent proposal, each of your slow and deliberate thrusts driving her towards a climax before letting her come back down, ratcheting her pleasure up to an unprecedented peak. “Human, you ruin me!” she groaned. “My maregasm approacheth on wings of fire! Cummeth alongside, oh worthy mate, and knocketh me up — high above Equestria with my countless minions for witness!” “You don’t understand, Lulu...” you smirked as you plunged two fingers up that tight and clenching ass as far as they would go. “I’m not one of those quickshot stallions you’ve been fucking. I’m a human, and we have stamina!” With a hard thrust that slapped your balls against Luna’s winking clit, you let yourself loose, and your nighttime pony ride truly began. “W-wha?” Luna squawked with alarm, sounding more like a startled griffon than the Princess of the Night. “Tis a falsehood! No male can last thus within the folds of an alicorn!” “I can,” you boasted, ramming your fat meat in and out of the princess’ unprepared body, pushing her closer with every thrust. Her wingboner stretched to an unsurpassed span as she felt your undeniable truth within her: a rock solid human cock which was nowhere near its limit. “I’m not giving you one drop of sperm until you’re broken, and begging, and mine!” Such words were rashly spoken, yet you felt you could back them up with horny action. After being utterly drained by Persephonea, and pumping loads up Scootaloo’s and Apple Bloom’s butts — not to mention the huge facial you’d jerked across your three wives’ muzzles at the “climax” of your wedding ceremony — the risk of a premature ejaculation at this point was next to nil. You gripped Luna’s cutie marks firmly and pounded her without mercy, determined to show her exactly why Applejack kept paying to have your bed repaired. “Neigh, it cannot be...” Luna moaned, slowly feeling control slipping away as her needy body betrayed her. Tears of humiliation flowed down her muzzle, becoming shooting stars as they fell through the sky beneath you. “To be bested by this strange ape is a disgrace that shall not be borne! I am strong... I am powerful... I am an alicorn, a Princess, feared for a thousand years, I move the very moon... I AM CUMMING!” Luna’s body went rigid and her cunt seized upon your meat. A scream escaped her throat — not to mention several litres of royal marecum that fled her body from the other end. Reaching forward, you dared to grip the royal mane, knocking Luna’s diadem askew and firmly holding the princess’s quaking body in place beneath your thrusting hips, as you showed her a pleasure like none she’d ever known. After endless moments filled with twitching muscles and raw, guttural sounds, Luna gasped and caught her breath in the aftershocks of her ecstasy. “So many mares dreamed of this conquering cock...” she marvelled, “yet I thought it was mere exaggeration! Truly, thou art a male beyond compare. Our alicorn foal shall be far more powerful than that little brat, Flurry Heart!” “Pretty words, but are you broken yet?” you asked Luna with a snarl. Curling your fingers, you yanked on her starry mane and pulled her head backwards to stare into your flustered face. “Utterly!” Luna gasped, her wings a shadow over the very moon. “Human, I beseech thee! Shower my womb with seed, and end this blissful torment!” “Are you begging?” “I beseech, tis the same thing!” Luna snapped with annoyance. “Looketh it up!” “Are you mine?” You asked the most important question, your hips blurring as you approached warp fucking speed. “For a countless age!” Luna pledged. “Now tarry not with our foal! Deny your loving servant no longer!” Luna’s heat and tightness were incredible, but you weren’t ready to pop just yet. You had some “family business” to take care of first. “If you want me to cum, then you’d better take back what you said about my wives!” you insisted protectively, cramming your full length up Luna’s cocksheath. Even when you were studding a Princess, you knew where your heart was! “That they art h-harlots?” Luna scoffed even as waves of mare jizz gushed once more from her overwhelmed twat to rain down upon Equestria as a sheen of nighttime dew. “Sluts with fat plots? Tis naught but the truth!” “Don’t talk like that!” you insisted. “Apple Bloom is beautiful, and Sweetie Belle is kind, and Scootaloo tricked me into breeding her... wait, that’s bad, actually... Anyways, they’re mine, and I love them!” Your heart went out to your three wives, and you found yourself filled with the most wholesome affection, even as you pounded Princess Luna’s cunt into squirting oblivion. (Meanwhile, in the waking world, the very mares you were mooning over were taking turns upon your unconscious form, stretching their hungry pussies with your girthy meat and naughtily kissing each other even as you snored... truly, a husband’s work is never done!) “Bah!” Luna spat as the tide of her climax subsided, leaving only the scorching arousal of your continuous thrusts and the steady thump of your nuts slapping her clit. “Tis only through thy own mental feebleness that thou succumbed to their romantic tricks! Those three are naught but babymaking troublemakers! Mares with sinfully gifted bodies, yet with the minds of foolish fillies to be found within! A trio of bimboes unburdened by brains, who pounce upon whichever cock is fool enough to seek refuge in their wombs! Hormone riddled broodmares whose highest wish is a foal on the teat and another in the belly!” “Then admit that you’re the same!” you demanded, fiercely spanking Luna and burying a thumb up her ass as with wild thrusts of your hips you skewered her upon human prick. “You’re no Princess — you’re nothing but a fat assed slut, desperate for cock! You’re so baby crazy, you’ll beg a foal from any male with a working nutsack!” “BE THOU CURSED, BUT I ADMIT IT!” Luna bellowed. “ENFOAL ME, HUMAN! THOU HATH SHATTERED MY SOUL UPON THY IMMORTAL ROD! I CANST TAKE NO MORE!” “You got it, Lulu,” you stated gently as you battered some slack into the tight, clutching marehood. “All you had to do was ask. One royal heir, coming right up!” With one final, powerful thrust, you unleashed your nuts and screamed with brutal satisfaction as you finally fired your pent up load directly into Luna’s womb. Far from the desperate passion you’d felt within your thestral lover, this was a calculated breeding worthy of an arranged royal marriage. Your sperm rushed into Luna like a flood of life, filling her foal-garden with brutal efficiency and setting about its assigned task. Naturally, the pleasure to be found in this regal cunt was unmatched. Luna’s cervix clenched and her muscles rippled up and down your shaft as she instinctively milked you into her — it was enough to drive another man to madness! Yet your own mind was as clear as a crystalline diamond, unadorned by tender or romantic feelings. You felt nothing but a deep satisfaction, not merely from satisfying the pompous princess, but from breaking her will in full view of the servants who adored her. You’d made Luna your broodmare, and perhaps even your submissive sex pet, but despite her intoxicating kisses you saw that her heart held no room for true love — not for one such as yourself. Luna needed a foal, and you were here to provide one... no more and no less. Though you found yourself a mere pawn in Luna’s royal game, you were not without power in this struggle. After all, what ruler had ever been satisfied with a single offspring? What was the saying — “An heir and a spare?” Lulu would have to beg and grovel even harder, you resolved yourself, to earn that second foal from your loins. All of that would come later. For now, there was an alicorn breeding to see to. As your thrusting became less frantic and your spurts diminished, it seemed that all the night stood still, waiting to see if your liquid barrage had hit its target. Luna’s horn lit up and she began to concentrate fiercely as her entourage of servants looked on eagerly. “Patience, my thestrals...” she murmured, “a Princess must choose only the very finest among her suitors.” The elegant mare wiggled her hips against your still embedded prick and frowned, seemingly evaluating your sperm one by one. “Hrm... are the genes for common sense entirely absent in this specimen? Such a tragedy... very well, this stout hearted fellow shall do.” A single twitch convulsed your embedded cock as the very last drop of semen was sucked out of your tip. “Oh, how he squirms!” Luna declared with perverted glee. “Into my egg, thou tiny varlet... tis done! After 1,000 years, thy Princess is with foal!” “HUZZAH!” Each thestral in the huge pyramid shouted with a single voice, nearly knocking the moon out of its orbit with the echoing cheer of countless happy mares. With a sigh of satisfaction and a final wink of her clit, Luna disgorged your softening cock, letting all but one lucky sperm cell spill out to drip down her thighs. She turned to you, and your visions of domination crumbled as with another passionate kiss, she effortlessly claimed your heart once more. All thoughts were banished from your mind, save for these: Love Luna. Praise Luna. Serve Luna. “Well done, oh handsome ape,” her voice soothed and lifted your soul as she stroked your hair with her magic. “Now shalt thou show each and every one of my thestrals the same passion thou hath gifted me. I command thee to spare none the ultimate pleasure, and leave not a single belly among the thousands unwarmed by new life.” “Of course, my dearest Lulu,” you sighed, your spirits raised to the very heavens by the magical love potion you’d found upon the princess’ shapely lips. “Anything for y—w-wait, all of them?” 4 - Pyramid schemeThe tiny layer of clouds beneath your feet began to shift and move as if blown by a stiff wind, and frantically you ran alongside to maintain your foothold. After all, these cartoonish wisps of white were the only thing preventing you from plummeting to the ground and splattering your guts all over Equestria. Chasing the flimsy substance of dreams, you swiftly found yourself running around the side of Luna’s cheering thestrals and taking in the very inspiring rear view of their giant pyramid. Where you had seen smiling mares, waving banners and pennants that commemorated Luna’s inter-species studding, you now witnessed shapely plots and lifted tails, not to mention the pert mare pussies beneath. With a flap of her wings Princess Luna hovered behind you, resting her chin upon your shoulder. “It hath been far too long since my thestrals hath known cock,” she mused sadly. Indeed, each succulent slit you saw was swollen and soaking from disuse, not to mention from having witnessed the Princess’ recent ruination and breeding. “I assure you, each is quite fertile, and eager to please,” your lover added with a nibble at your ear. “Shalt thou begin at the top, and work thy way down?” “P-please, I don’t have to breed all of them, right?” You gulped as you looked down at the endless pyramid — thousands, perhaps even millions of sexy batmares, their combined scent even now reaching up to twist your thoughts in carnal directions. It seemed each of these lovely ladies was hungry for cock, thirsty for cum, and desperate for the feeling of contentment that could only come from bearing a foal — your foal! “Forsooth, I had not accounted for thy princely tastes,” Luna admitted. “I seeth now — if a mare moveth not thy natural desires, thou cannot perform. Tis no shame! Merely point out the ‘uggos’ among my minions, and I shalt relieve them of breeding duties.” “I-it’s not that, they’re all perfect 10s,” you confessed. “There’s just so many of them!” You turned to Princess Luna, hoping to hear a single word of encouragement, only to find your lips brushing against hers once again. “Mmmph... oh, Lulu, your kisses are magical... p-please, be reasonable! I’ll do my best, but I’ll surely get tired before long!” “Thou canst never tire, for thou art already asleep!” Luna cackled. “Call my plot fat, will he...” she muttered to herself. “Get thee to work!” she barked at you, slapping your bare ass with a wing. As the clouds beneath your feet dragged you closer to the pyramid of steaming plots, you found your cock stiffening despite yourself as you sniffed the scents and heard the seductively taunting calls of the thestrals you were commanded to mate with. “Hurry up, big boy, you know you want a piece of this~” “We’ve been in heat for decades, and we’re all in need of a good, hard breeding!” “I wouldn’t mind if you played with my plot while you studded me...” “Make me cum twice and I’ll suck your dick~” “I saw that dream you had about Rainbow Dash... and I want you to treat me even rougher!” Lowering your neck to avoid bumping against the moon above, you cautiously stroked and admired the perfect flank of the thestral mare who stood at the very top of Luna’s pyramid of lust. This adorable mare did not join in the teasing you heard from her foul mouthed friends, instead staring straight ahead and quivering nervously. “Thou shalt be most gentle with this one,” Princess Luna ordered, “for she is an untouched virgin of a mere 200 winters.” “Ooh, barely legal, eh?” You chuckled. “How kinky...” Yet such dirty jokes were stilled in your mouth, and your naughty tongue fell silent, as you beheld the beautiful face of the “young” batpony who turned her graceful neck and looked back at you shyly. “I-I’m sorry that I don’t have much experience, sir,” she whispered. “By the time you finish breeding my sisters, I’ll be done nursing our foal and ready to serve you again. M-maybe I can make it good for you the second time...” “Oh, don’t you worry, gorgeous.” Stepping forward upon the floating cloud that hovered beneath your feet, you rubbed your cockhead up and down the lips of the tightest horsepussy you’d ever felt. This lovely gift from heaven itself swiftly began to ooze with cuntsap, and those lips instinctively parted themselves for your conquering width. “I know just how to make beautiful mares like you feel loved,” you assured. A gentle push, and the very tip of your vast pleasure-spear slid its way between the thestral mare’s vulval lips, making her gasp as she felt a male presence within her for the first time. “Oooh, oh, my...” the thestral moaned, her nethers eagerly clutching at the merest swell of your mushroom shaped flare, unable to comprehend so much as the entire tip. “You’re so big... I-is it all the way in?” You smiled and gently stroked the firm plot of tonight’s third broodmare. Despite the seemingly endless task ahead, you looked forward to awakening this cutie’s appetite for inches. After all, sweet Fluttershy had been an innocent virgin when you’d met her, yet a simple application of human cock had uncovered the utter freak that lay just beneath the surface... “Just a bit more to go,” you assured the petite thestral, the untold length of your thick and veiny shaft throbbing at the petals of her heavenly gate. “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely be making you a mommy tonight, even if it takes two or three tries.” “Well promised, human,” Princess Luna nuzzled at your neck, sniffing your scent once more and lapping at your copious fuck sweat like a salt lick. “Each of my thestrals deserves this prize, and thou shalt provide it, ere my sister’s dawn arrives.” You looked down nervously at the huge and horny pyramid beneath you. “Erm, I’m happy to try, but please don’t get mad if—” you protested, only to be blasted once more by Luna’s Royal Canterlot Voice. “HEAR ME, MINIONS OF THE NIGHT!” she bellowed. “THE CENTURIES OF WAITING HATH ENDED! AT LONG LAST, THE TIME OF OUR MOTHERHOOD IS AT HOOF!” “HUZZAH!” Luna’s army shouted again, and with a slowly sinking feeling in your stomach (not to mention your balls), you gently pressed your sanctified dick into tender, virgin mare pussy and set about to your appointed task... For seeming ages you slowly worked your way down the huge pyramid of intensely desirable thestral mares, making sweet love to each before treating her to a flood of potent human sperm. You took care to move onward to your next smoking hot lover only after several powerful maregasms were achieved, and the blessed pregnancy was magically confirmed. The fingers of each hand were constantly occupied, your right hand warming up the eager pussy of the mare you were about to breed, while your left used gentler strokes to cool down the freshly seeded mare you’d just satisfied. As you descended beneath the top level of the pyramid of carnal flesh, you soon beheld thestral bums of all sizes and shapes presenting themselves at your eye level. Unable to resist this booty buffet, you found your head eagerly bobbing between taut plots and doughy dumpers alike, your hungry mouth slurping upon countless round and pouty ponuts. A relaxing rimjob was just what these hard working gals needed to soothe the aches of their night of passion, and ensure that your seed settled easily into its rightful place within their wombs. It seemed that Luna’s servants were just as anally obsessed as their mistress, for you found well used and loosened ponuts to be much more common between these luscious cheeks than tiny, virginal puckers. Tight or loose, you tasted them all, feasting on each clean yet tangy butthole in turn, as the sperm you’d spent in each thestral marehood worked its magic in the hole below, and began to grow a precious new life. Down, down, and down the pyramid you fucked, until a veritable waterfall of arousal was pouring down from the drips and drops of satisfied and pregnant mares high above you. Sometimes after an especially intense insemination, you felt your cock began to flag as it slipped from a pair of satisfied mare lips. It was then that you would feel the tender grip of Luna’s virility spell, and watched your cock lengthen and stiffen before your eyes. Your nuts churned with fresh seed, and without warning you would feel a warm and wet tongue prodding between your buttocks. Yes, as Princess of the Night, Luna wielded unquestioned power “where the sun doesn’t shine,” and showed no hesitation in exercising her dominion over your human plot. You squawked the first time she plunged her powerful oral digit deep into your once virgin asshole, yet soon you were moaning as she swiftly located your P-spot with her tongue. Expertly she stroked you from the inside until your staff was utterly rigid once again, ready to bring yet another thestral the heights of ecstasy and the simple pleasures of motherhood. For hours, for months, in a single night that stretched seemingly into eternity, you happily fucked these eager thestrals, licked their ponuts, fingered their pussies, and bred them without mercy! Your lovers cried out with passion, your heart soared to be so blessed by Luna’s grace, and all in all it seemed that nothing could interfere with your royal duty... RING! RRRING!! RRRRRRING!!! Suddenly you found your blurry mind being pulled from this land of carnal excess and returning to your supine body, spurred by the loud and obnoxious sound of your cottage doorbell! Swiftly and inevitably the land of dreams slipped away, and your physical body awakened once again. Your heart began to race as you recognized the same brash tone which had heralded the arrival of the first trick-or-treaters, on that Nightmare Night some months ago... the night that had changed your life forever. What dreaded visitor might be found pressing on that buzzer now, and why had they summoned you away from your thestral harem? What in Equestria was more important than losing yourself in the sensuous embrace of Luna’s endless night? RRRRRRING!!! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! “Awright, awright, I‘m gettin’ it!” you heard Apple Bloom gripe, and your eyes fluttered open to watch her climb reluctantly off of Sweetie Belle’s juice soaked muzzle. “Scootaloo, hide his dick!” “Oh yeah, sure thing!” As you slowly awakened to the real world, you felt yourself pulled from ethereal bliss into a most earthly pleasure. The orange pegasus you called your wife swiftly sat her firm buns down on your lap, letting your cock slip once again into her creamy and well used asshole. A firm clench from her innards brought you fully awake, and you opened your eyes to the early morning of your very first day of marriage. Though you’d spent a seeming eternity breeding thestrals in the dream world, it seemed that only a few hours had passed here on Equestria’s solid ground. “There, now he’s... unf... totally presentable!” Betraying her supposed goal of hiding the evidence of your wedding night rump-romp, Scootaloo instinctively began riding your cock with full, firm strokes, pressing her front hooves firmly against the bedpost so she could better wield her small yet powerful plot. “Aw, fuck, I’m cumming already, he’s got me SO JUICY!” You’d been rudely awakened from a dream in which you’d bred thousands of mares, and you hadn’t a clue how many loads you’d sprayed into your new wives as you slept. Yet even now, the youthful pega-plot that bounced upon you was working its magic, drawing up yet another load of fresh cream from your balls and preparing it to erupt from your wellhead. This made the sight at the doorway most awkward, as Apple Bloom had opened your front door to reveal the scowling face of her own grandmother! Standing next to Granny Smith on your doormat were Sweetie Belle’s extra-thicc milfshake of a mother, as well as a tall and beautiful pegasus mare who you’d never seen before. Each mature mare bore a look of anger upon her muzzle that would have shrivelled your dick in an instant... if said dick weren’t completely at the mercy of tight, grasping, unrelenting Scootabutt. “Oh...” Apple Bloom mumbled sheepishly. “H-howdy, Granny...” Granny Smith sneered at her granddaughter. “What’s this I hear bout a weddin’?” she demanded. “An’ we wasn’t invited?” “Now, Granny Smith, remember your blood pressure,” Cookie Crumbles interjected. “I’m sure it’s not as bad as it looks. After all, your son eloped as well.” “Mah son‘s spinnin’ in his grave like a ballerina at a square dance!” Granny Smith insisted. “What in the dern heck kind o’ critter did ya marry, Bloom?” The cranky earth pony glared at the mindless look of pleasure upon your face as Scootaloo twerked her caked up cheeks up and down your shaft. “Why, he looks dumber than a rock in a pear orchard — an’ that’s the dumbest sort o’ rock! A beast like that oughter be pullin’ a plough, not ploughin’ mah kin!” “He’s a human!” weeped the blonde pegasus, pointing at you with a wing. “Scientific name biggus dickus vulgarus! A hung, nasty human took away my precious Scootaloo!” “Oh, thanks, mum!” Scootaloo yelled, her anus clenching protectively on your meat as her knocked up cunt trembled and squirted yet again. “Thank you for FINALLY bothering to show up for something in my life — my honeymoon!” “Just calm down, everypony!” you called out. You forcefully pulled Scootaloo up off your crotch, popping her snugly fitted rectum off your cock, and stood upon the shaky legs of a newborn foal, determined to diffuse this family drama. Unfortunately for your dignity, such a motion only exposed your thick, throbbing erection to the three visitors. Bobbing directly at the height of their suddenly slackjawed muzzles, the sheen of your wives’ organic grease and natural lubricants made its veins gleam in the light of dawn, and the accumulated cream of countless maregasms dripped from your balls in long, sticky strings. “Let’s just talk this over, OK?” “Oh, my goodness...” Cookie Crumbles muttered, eyes fixated upon a cock the size of her leg. “I-I seen bigger,” Granny Smith insisted. A blush softened her features and made her seem almost youthful again as long forgotten hormones made themselves known within her. “What a remarkable specimen,” the tall pegasus whispered to herself. “Why, he should be collared and tagged... f-for science, of course...” “For pony’s sake, what are you doing?” Sweetie Belle whispered frantically as you strode towards the three intruders. “Don’t try to talk to them, you dumb stud!” “Chill out, Sweetie Butt,” you stated confidently. “This isn’t my first time getting caught balls deep in mummy’s little girl. I just have to get on their good side... show them I’m not a bad guy!” “He’s doomed...” wailed Scootaloo. “Cutie Mark Crusader Widows, waaah!” Naturally, you paid no heed to this lack of confidence in your diplomatic abilities. You knelt down and smiled at the three older mares, hiding your erection between your legs, bringing your face down to the height of a pony and trying to appear less threatening. “Ladies, I think we got off on the wrong foot... er, hoof,” you suggested. “Sure, I love having sex with your daughters and granddaughter... nonstop, hot, steamy, ball emptying sex in every hole... but I’m a family man at heart, and I’m not afraid of commitment. “I’m completely dedicated to supporting Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo. I want to bring happiness into their lives and be the best father I can be to our foals. I know it seems strange, having a human for a son-in-law, but I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to make you glad I’m part of your families.” “Whatever it takes?” Granny Smith smiled, and creaking sounds came from her hindquarters as her tail slowly raised above her aged, albeit rock solid, plot. “Well, if that ain’t music ta mah ears...” Cookie Crumbles nudged Scootaloo’s mother with a naughty chortle. “How about that, Mrs. Allgood? Maybe he’s not so bad after all, eh?” The lovely pegasus raised her hips and grunted crudely as she let a long splatter of fragrant fluid drop onto your floor. “I—I suppose we ought to give him a chance,” she admitted. Hearing these words of conciliation, you turned to smile at your wives, only to find that each of the CMCs were in the midst of an epic facehoof. “Oh, yew utter dumbass...” Apple Bloom groaned. TO BE CONTINUED!
1 - Wedding night, what a fright!“Come on, you can do it, just a few more inches to go!” Scootaloo encouraged her herdmate, her wings fluttering with excitement as Apple Bloom backed her tight asshole up on your straining human cock. The earth pony mare’s legs trembled and her bottom lip was firmly pressed between her teeth as she concentrated on the strange and unfamiliar sensations within her firm and often ogled backside. “Aww, I feel so durn full...” A dribble of heavenly scented mare-pre gushed forth from Apple Bloom’s small and (currently) unused pussy, even as she struggled to root herself anally upon your stiff and ready prod. With a grunt she pushed her hips backwards, and that delicate ponut of hers stretched even more. That tiny, pouting treasure had widened mightily to accommodate your shaft, and the flexible tube quivered around your cock as it strained to accommodate the ultimate thickness of your veiny length. As reluctant as you were to deny your new wives anything they wanted, you felt you simply had to step in and say something — you were packing too much dick for such a small mare! Or so you thought. Even as you watched, Apple Bloom sighed, relaxed, and her quivering apple cider donut yawned even further, smoothing out its very last wrinkle and allowing another length of your sweaty meat to slide deep into her warm and welcoming insides. Her soaked cuntlips now brushed against your dangling and swollen balls, and only the final inch of your cock still remained outside that heavenly gate, now stretched taut to the very limit. “M-maybe we should stop,” you suggested nervously. “I don’t want to hurt you, Apple Bloom. It’s our wedding night, we should take it slow and gentle...” “Will somepony shut this guy up?” Apple Bloom griped. “I‘m tryin’ ta get mah buns blasted!” “Just lay down and relax, big guy,” Sweetie Belle suggested to you, gently stroking your own tense and sweat soaked butt. “We’ll take care of everything from now on.” Keeping one hand gently on Apple Bloom’s tush (which was now your personal property, according to the rather outdated words of her wedding vows!) you carefully backed the two of you onto your bed. In the past, this humble piece of furniture had been your faithful companion. You’d bounced many a gleeful mare upon its mattress, and even had it repaired several times after rounds of especially vigorous sex. (Applejack had offered to pay, fortunately!) But you’d never been so lucky as to bring two mares home at once... let alone the THREE aggressive young wives who’d just pledged their plots to you! It was doubtful that your bedroom would be anything but a mass of splinters by the time the sun rose on the first day of your marriage! With her new position atop you, Apple Bloom finally managed to sink your cock to the root up her tiny pucker. You gasped with worry, only to hear her cry out with purest pleasure. Incredibly, she’d taken it all! After glimpsing your hoofthick “stallionhood,” only the most kinky and experienced among your dates had been willing to risk her ponut for an evening’s entertainment — yet the petite farm girl you’d just married had swallowed your length up like it was nothing! “That’s what I‘m talkin’ bout...” your earth pony wife moaned. “This durn thing‘s bigger’n my spine... an’ now that I took it all, Applejack can’t make fun o’ me no more!” Without warning, that tight little butt hole started PLUNGING up and down your shaft, as Apple Bloom powerfucked her rectum on a human dick that was never intended to go into that hole, into that species, or indeed into anything that small and tight! “A-Apple Bloom, be careful!” you cautioned. Yet this fig leaf of a warning was the last your mind could muster. Having said your peace, you could do nothing but moan and writhe as a fat, firm apple bottom bounced, stroked and sucked on your member. Your horsewife’s cutie marks were a blur as farm toned cheekflesh firmly plapped against your thighs with a fast and pounding beat. Please, don’t hurt yourself... you mentally prayed. You’d never be able to explain this to Nurse Snowheart at the hospital... not after she’d oh so carefully showed you how to properly fuck a mare up the ass! “Don’t feel bad, it’s just wedding night jitters,” Scootaloo assured you with a kiss. “You’re still our big, powerful stallion. We’ll even let you be in charge again, later!” Yet she glanced dubiously at Sweetie Belle even as she uttered the words. Though the CMCs had no question about your power as a stud, the “gentle” lovemaking you’d proposed for your first night together sounded like crazy talk to these three needy ladies. They wanted nothing more than to straddle a huge human dick and ride ’em, cowpony! “Please, girls, I care about you, I don’t want anything to go wrong...” you begged. “Maybe we should give him something to keep his mouth busy,” Scootaloo suggested. Sweetie Belle put a hoof to her lips as she considered the question. “Hrm, how about... pussy?” Without waiting to hear your opinion of the issue, she gingerly swung her leg over your bare chest and mounted you with her plush form. Her swollen belly rubbed against you, sending shock-waves of thrilling pleasure through you. The touch of soft fur and warmth on your bare flesh reminded you of the tiny, precious life growing inside your unicorn spouse, and your heart swelled with love. Then all light and sensation was cut off as you found your face buried between Sweetie Belle’s chubby plot cheeks. A loud, playful wink of her clit against your lips guided your tongue, and without a word you began to lick up and down Sweetie’s moistened lips, tasting her before beginning to dig in deeper. Your wife’s juices tasted different than she had that fateful Nightmare Night when you’d first taken her... more mature, more motherly, as the hormones of her pregnancy now mixed with the heavenly scent of her seemingly constant arousal. “That’s right, big guy.” Scootaloo gently stroked your hair as she breathed warm air into your ear with her sexy, raspy whisper. “You’ve done all you need to do, knocking us up and marrying us. We’re so happy that you decided to bring us into your herd... now let us care for you, like good wives should.” Finding yourself gently bullied into obedience, you ran your tongue up and down Sweetie Belle’s weeping pussy, squeezing Apple Bloom’s dickriding butt with your left hand and stroking Scootaloo’s eager clit with your right. As the scents and sensations of feminine pleasure overwhelmed you, you thought back to the beginning of your unexpected relationship with the Cutie Mark Crusaders... It had certainly gotten off to a rough start. Despite your playcolt reputation around town, you preferred to woo mares of a slightly older vintage than these three. You’d considered the CMCs to be hardly more than fillies, and never thought of them as potential lovers until the day they set their sights on you! Taking advantage of your ignorance of Equestrian traditions, the mischievous pranksters had cornered and seduced you on Nightmare Night, only to find the tables turned and their wombs knocked up with potent human sperm. Bred and gravid at the young age of 23, Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo seemed destined for a struggling life of single motherhood. Fortunately, thanks to some “encouragement” from Princess Twilight and Princess Luna, you’d “chosen” to take responsibility, and formed a herd with the three sexy horses. Thus, your life together had begun. After a brief ceremony at Ponyville’s town hall, you and the CMCs had retired to your humble cottage with a bottle of cheap Prench champagne, ready to begin your makeshift honeymoon. Sadly, your dreams of tipsy kisses and romantic lovemaking were shattered immediately. You hadn’t even gotten the foil unwrapped from the bottle before you found yourself pushed against a wall by your cockstarved brides, your wrists immobilized by Sweetie Belle’s magic as your own “champagne bottle” was unwrapped and forcefully erected by slavering tongues. The CMCs had lost all patience with not having your dick inside them, and they’d desired to pick up right where they’d left off: two months and three pregnancies ago. As far as these gals were concerned, they’d married a large and potent dong that happened to have a human attached. They couldn’t seem to get enough! Even their wedding vows had been spoken around jaw stretching mouthfuls of your erection, as Mayor Mare blushed and tried to look away. Of course, your new brides deeply loved their husband, and valued you for other things than your grotesquely oversized penis... your skill at licking pussy, for example! In the end, they’d decided to take you in the end. With a foal growing in each of their wombs — wombs your dick had no problem prying open, filling to bursting, and painting with cum — anal sex seemed the safest option. Nonetheless, the sheer girth of your shaft gave Apple Bloom pause, until Scootaloo demonstrated the advantages of buttsex by backing her plothole onto your dick and swiftly launching herself into orgasmic orbit. Her butt bounced furiously back against your hips, making her already swollen belly bulge further as her herdmates looked on with amazement and you were brought to the heights of pleasure. Though Scootaloo was clearly no anal virgin, her tomboy tushie was so tight that your cock wasn’t even able to go soft after you cried out with joy and loosened a flood of seed that surged forth into her depths, eagerly (if futilely) seeking a second egg to impregnate. This persistent virility was a very fortunate thing for you, as your dick emerged from Scoot’s tiny orange tailhole just in time to be beckoned forward between the well toned cheeks of Apple Bloom’s extra large apple cart. The practical earth pony had been quickly convinced by her pegasus sister-wife’s demonstration, and seemingly couldn’t wait to feel that full, satisfying feeling deep in her own beautiful, bottom heavy body! Now Apple Bloom was pistoning her plot up and down on your lap hard enough to leave bruises, and unless you missed your guess, the jumbo marshmallow currently monopolizing your tongue was next in line for the same rough treatment! As Sweetie Belle groaned and came all over your tongue, Applebloom’s plaps slowed and gained force, gathering your scattered consciousness and pushing you over the edge of pure orgasmic pleasure. Your hips began to move on their own as your balls once again gave up their contents to the mares who’d claimed it for their own, and you screamed into the rarefied chambers of Sweetie Belle’s unicorn twat, struck by a powerful orgasm. As your pulsating dick deployed another battalion of doomed swimmers deep into Apple Bloom’s butt, your mind found a calm moment of great clarity which sadly brought to mind all the problems with your life: problems which you’d hoped to leave behind on your honeymoon. Still echoing in your thoughts was the ominous warning Luna had issued as you quivered before her majestic power — something or other about studding you out to her thestral minions... Too bad for Luna that you were now a married man! You had your hands full — quite literally — of your three horny wives, and you found yourself with no time to worry about the rantings of that pompous royal nag. Hadn’t you vowed to be a supportive husband to the CMCs, and a loving father to your unborn foals, just as Luna wanted? There was no need to escalate the situation further, in your mind. You had to focus on your wives and do your best to keep them satisfied — if only for the sake of Ponyville’s stallions, who were surely enjoying a well deserved break now that three of the town’s most insatiable dickmilkers were off the market. As Apple Bloom’s innards absorbed the last blast of your liquid 21 gun salute, you sighed with the contentment that can only come from true love. It had been fun to date lots of mares, playing the field and even becoming known as a bit of a “loose stallion.” You’d enjoyed kisses from countless four legged ladies, and nights of passion you’d never forget, but now it was time to settle down and take care of your new family. Yes, married life truly was bliss... bliss... bliss... bliss... “Unnngh... aww.... take that, Applejack... human dick ain’t too big fer anal, yer just a fraidy cat!” Apple Bloom smiled gently as your simultaneous orgasms began to subside, leaving her butt full of your sperm and your bed-sheets soaked in her fragrant girljizz. “Awright, Sweetie Belle, yer turn! Time ta crack open that prissy lil’ backdoor!” “W-what? Me?” The unicorn seemed shocked by this concept, despite now being the only un-sodomized one of her trio of friends. “No way! My pampered derriere is exit only! Unless my husband were to forcefully c-command me to present my dirty ponut for his shameful pleasure...” Apple Bloom turned her head around and poked at your limp (mostly limp, anyways!) and lifeless body. “Well, that ain‘t happenin’, cause he done fell asleep!” “Why’d you let him cum, Bloom?” Scootaloo whined. “That’s such a rookie mistake!” “Ya made him cum first...” Apple Bloom pointed out, groaning even as your dick dribbled the very last of its load deep into her warm, churning guts. “Guys always fall asleep after they cum!” the cute pegasus continued her familiar complaint. “Remember when he bred all of us?” The three mares all sighed at the happy memory. “He barely cuddled us for an hour, before he was out like a light!” “I couldn’t help it!” Apple Bloom protested, pointing at the waterfall of her messy mare squirt that dripped from your thighs. “I was cummin’ at the same time! One o’ ya’ll shoulda bin lookin’ out!” With a grunt of purest indignation, she slowly slid her booty off of your dick, at last letting the broad mushroom head pop out of her raw and widened tailhole. “It’s not so bad,” Scootaloo assured her friends. “See? He’s still hard! We can still have fun with him.” The kinky tomboy leaned over and took your cockhead into her mouth, swivelling her long tongue across your flesh and cleaning off the taste of her bestie’s apple flavoured butthole. Though your body had collapsed from exhaustion, it seemed that your alien member understood that his marital duties in this magical land were far from complete. “C’mon, Sweetie Belle, hop on!” “I-I don’t know about this, girls, he’s really big,” Sweetie Belle whimpered, still grinding her messy cunt upon your snoring face. “One time when he was dating Rarity, she came home limping and she said he’d utterly destroyed her plot!” “It ain’t that bad,” Apple Bloom winced as her stretched out pucker winked in the cool air of winter. “Jes feels a lil’ sharp, is all. Rarity‘s bein’ all dramatic, like always.” “But she had to sit on an ice pack!” Sweetie Belle’s eyes were full of worry as she realized just what she was in for, having married a hung and hungry human. “She didn’t lift her butt off that thing til he picked her up the next evening!” Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “So he ‘utterly destroyed’ your sister’s hay-hole, but she made another date with him the night after?” “B-but you know Rarity... she likes that sort of thing.” Sweetie Belle blushed a deep crimson, hoping that her sister’s well known masochistic tendencies wouldn’t call attention to her own! “It won’t be fun if you force it, that’s for sure,” Scootaloo acknowledged. “Have you ever had anything in your plot before?” “Of course not, I’m a lady!” Sweetie Belle insisted. “Erm, hairbrushes don’t count, right?” “Granny says stallions want a lady in the drawin’ room, an’ a whorse in the bedroom,” Apple Bloom observed. The optimistic earth pony looked about your humble abode, taking in each messy room and imagining how a female touch might improve its appearance. “Mebbe yew could be the lady in the drawin’ room, an’ me and Scoot... shucks, this place ain’t even got a drawin’ room! He don’t want no lady at all! What a perv!” “Can’t I take him... you know, the normal way?” Sweetie Belle begged her herd sisters. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom glanced at each other and shrugged. “The doctor said it’d be OK if we’re careful,” Scootaloo agreed tentatively. “Just keep your cervix closed, and don’t let him in your womb.” “Awe, but that’s the best part!” Sweetie Belle grumbled and scooted forward to take Apple Bloom’s place, her crotch hovering over your rigid meat before slipping that dripping young marehood around the satisfying flare of your head. Panting with desire and gently lowering her hips, the unicorn began to try for a repeat of the bed breaking sex that had left her belly heavy with foal... though ideally a little less deep than last time! “Oh, yeah, that’s good penis...” A tight, slick pussy gobbled up inch after inch of your pony conquering prick, reluctantly stopping just after the halfway mark. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo knelt before their friend, and each took one of your heavy balls into her muzzle. The nut hungry mares began to gently suckle on your slumbering jawbreakers, working their mouths on the salty sacks, encouraging you to build up a somewhat redundant load to feed the already bred unicorn. Having settled down upon you, Sweetie Belle bit her lip cutely and began to ride her stud. Her pudgy butt, made even fatter by her pregnancy, plapped against your thighs with each downward thrust. Her clit was dragged up and down your slippery meat, her cervix just kissing your insistent head, her virginal plothole winking invitingly at your peacefully closed eyes. “Fuck me, fuck me, I’m going to cum already...” the tiny unicorn moaned, her chonky cheeks clapping together with the force of her ride. “I’m so glad we get to share a stud, girls!” “Cutie Mark Crusader Herdwives, yay!” the three cried out at once. Even this loud and happy cheer couldn’t wake your exhausted body. Yet so long as you sported that sturdy erection, your near comatose state was no concern to Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo. As you plunged ever deeper into Luna’s ominous world of dreams, the mares of your herd were content to let you rest, satisfied that your unconsciousness was no reason to ever stop taking their pleasure...
2 - The pink gateAs you opened your eyes and emerged into the world of dreams, your feet found their purchase upon a fluffy blanket of clouds that stretched as far as the eye could see. A starry sky glimmered above and the full moon shone down upon you, so close by that you feared it might fall on your shoulders if you dared to walk beneath. A stiff erection filled your trousers, for the air was charged with a sexual tension that was well nigh unbearable. As you sniffed the crisp night, picking up a distant yet undeniably female scent, you felt a veritable river of precum leaking from your cocktip and dribbling down your leg. Despite your long day of adventure in the waking world, here in the realm of slumber you found yourself raging and ready for a fresh round of lovemaking with some lucky dream-mare. So far, all of this was nothing new, as erotic dreams were a near every-night occurrence in the lustful kingdom you called home. Albeit when you closed your eyes you were accustomed to finding yourself in more mundane locales than these. You’d frolicked in Sugarcube Corner, Ponyville’s park, and even (after an eye opening evening with a certain hippogriff lady!) in the depths of Seaquestria. In each case you hadn’t needed to search long before espying the object of your lust: a frisky female ready to be seduced, chased, or simply fucked silly. Yet here, high above even the pegasus cities, all was quiet and not a soul could be seen. Putting one foot ahead of the other, you cautiously scoured the clouds in search of a rendezvous. At last you espied a tall gate in the distance, with an ancient and foreboding stone structure behind: Luna’s castle of the night. It seemed that you were destined to meet your royal appointment, after all... Despite its fearsome appearance, the gate to Luna’s realm was guarded by a single thestral mare, her dark purple fur contrasting with the gleaming silver of her barding. Your first glance of the fabled “bat ponies” up close was quite intimidating. Though the solo guard stood as tall as a mere pegasus, with membrane covered wings no larger than your beloved Scootaloo’s, her sharp teeth gleamed in the moonlight and you knew that she would stop at nothing to defend her Princess. “Erm, hi...” you surmised, “I think Princess Luna wants to see me. She mentioned something about... an eternity of hot sloppy breeding sex?” With a silent smirk upon her muzzle, the thestral mare turned slowly and presented her unarmoured hindquarters to your eager gaze. Your jaw dropped at the sight of your favourite midnight snack — pink and glistening horsepussy. Now this was more like it! The sexytimes had finally begun, and you found yourself on familiar ground... or rather, clouds. It seemed that you would have to pass a few heroic trials before being granted an audience with Princess Luna. The thestral had presented you with a bright pink gate which would have to be opened before you could gain entrance to the domain of the night. Fortunately, you had just the right “key” for this horny lock — and not a single mare had ever complained about your technique! You briefly knelt behind the thestral, your knees sinking into the clouds. You hungrily kissed her pussy and took her winking clit between your moistened lips, tickling it with your wet tongue. “Hmmm...” she moaned quietly beneath your ministrations, yet still said nothing. You doubled your efforts, taking care to pay plenty of attention to that eager mareclit, and to treat the thestral with the tenderness you always showed your lovers. (At least until they saw your dick and demanded the right to ride you to cunt blasting maregasms!) You’d make this quiet cutie scream your name yet, you pledged to yourself... Yet even when the thestral’s passion peaked, her delicious flesh tensed around your tongue, and the fluids of her passion soaked your eager chin, only the slightest hiss of pleasure escaped the pleasured mare’s firmly shut lips. What was she — pony, or kirin? Yet her satisfaction seemed none the less real, as she smiled at you and nodded with a silent congratulations. Seemingly you had passed your first trial, as with a shimmer of magic your clothes dissolved from your body and disappeared into the smoke of dreams. You were left naked and fully aroused before the petite and sexy mare. The thestral took a sudden intake of excited breath at the sight of your nude, exotic form, and she lowered her head to the clouds below, thrusting up her hips to raise her freshly eaten pussy to the perfect height for your penetration. Obediently you stepped forward and rubbed the glans of your cock up and down her dark purple, nearly black slit. Sticky sap covered your crown as the thestral eagerly leaked all over you, her quivering flesh eagerly preparing herself for her second maregasm... and perhaps her third! “Is this what you want?” you asked. You were always careful to give your dates a chance to back out and call it a night, once they saw how huge your cock was compared to their small, cartoonish bodies. By and large, you’d found that Equestria’s adventurous females relished the challenge! A fresh vulval wink was the thestral’s only answer to your query, her mareflesh kissing your tip with silent desperation. Having given her every chance to lower her tail or decline your advances, you gently pushed yourself into the silent mare’s moist and steaming channel of lust. The feeling was like none other. The thestral’s cunt seemed almost liquid, as if you were dipping your cock in warm wax to form a mould for a dildo. She guided you inwards with tiny muscle movements, gently urging and instructing you to move for her pleasure. You grasped the small mare’s surprising broad hips and used your girth to move her towards a fresh climax, rolling your own hips as her silent grunts gathered steam and her bat wings fluttered with arousal. Taking inspiration, you reached up and gently stroked the membranes of those wings, drawing skilled fingertips through a familiar pattern. The stifled gasp you heard proved that thestral wingboners were even more erotically sensitive than those of the many pegasi hotties you’d provided with happy-ending preenings. The loud slurp of a wink confirmed the thestral’s arousal as it echoed through the night, an erotic eruption much louder than any sound you’d heard from your lover’s upper lips so far. You couldn’t believe how hot, how tight, how PERFECT was this beautiful mare of the night! The thestral’s pussy welcomed you like a loving wife, pulling you in close for a romantic kiss that entwined your bodies like never before. Her frantically winking clit rubbed against the plunging veins of your shaft, masturbating upon you even as you satisfied her need for deep penetration. A few more hard won thrusts and you were fully sheathed within the tiny mare, your cock pampered in warmth and wetness like you’d never felt. A dozen full, firm pumps through her cervix, and the thestral uttered a single squeak as her second maregasm hit, splattering upon the clouds and erupting into a sweetly fragrant steam. Through the long minutes that followed, you felt like a stallion in full stud: proud, powerful, and in control. Yet the ambrosial taste of bathorse pussy lingered on your tongue, slowly corrupting your mind. With that same lovely juice pouring down your shaft and wetting your thighs, you soon found your pleasure mounting to realms beyond your control, with every pump of your dick in the soft and yielding pussy before you. You tried to pull out and catch your breath, only to find that the tip of your member was now trapped between the tight, squeezing lips that dripped those heavenly juices! She wouldn’t let you go! “I—I’m about to cum, too!” you warned. The slickness and tightness of that clasping cunt was irresistible as it hugged your glans, responding to your attempts to extricate yourself with squeezes and strokes that grew fiercer and tighter, until you could hardly move around at all! “Mmh,” the silent thestral grunted, and braced her hooves upon the cloudy surface of dreams. You halted your struggles, hoping to be disgorged, but with wobbling plot she pushed back upon you, firmly claiming every inch of you, taking your shaft to the root as if she meant to keep you forever. “Please, I-I need to pull out or I’ll cum inside! It feels too good!” you begged. Yet at this hazardous prospect the thestral’s clasping cunt only tightened its seal around your meat. Forbidden tentacles seemed to stroke you from the inside, and you found yourself unable to hold out any longer. The speed with which the talented thestral had brought you to the breaking point was beyond belief! This was no mortal pussy, but a milking machine worthy of Sweet Apple Acres! “Unnngh, I’m CUMMING!” you screamed. With a final smack to that firm yet cushy plot, and a deep groan that tore through the night, you blasted ropes deep into the thestral mare’s womb, the ferocity of your cumshot shaming the vast nut you’d just blown in the waking world. You’d just sent a flood of sperm the wrong way up into Apple Bloom’s guts... yet here was an OCEAN of the stuff, erupting from your balls to swell a petite thestral belly! Over your time in Equestria you’d enjoyed both gentle seductions and ribald romps. Indeed, as of today you were legally the freeuse stud of the CMCs, bound to their endless cravings by the chains of matrimony. Yet nothing could have prepared you for the tightness and heat that awaited you beneath this spoopy mare’s tail! Her pussy was giving you the best deepthroat blowjob of your life, and eagerly swallowing every drop! “Hmh... mmh...” the thestral mare muttered to herself as you panted and weeped, utterly emptying yourself inside her. Her muscle control kept you firmly rooted within as you noisily spent your seed, not to mention for some minutes afterwards. Shivering from head to toe, you placed your hand gently upon the thestral’s plot to steady yourself after a truly intense orgasm. Your feeble attempts to pull out and take your leave, met with nothing but a tightened grip upon your sensitive member. At last the thestral turned her head back to regard you with a coy smile, still holding you inside her. “I... huff... apologize, good human, but I could not speak ere now.” You were startled as the seemingly mute bat-pony opened her mouth to talk with you. Her voice was low and sounded like a growl, yet seemed quite friendly. “W-what’s your name?” you asked, awed by the beauty and dark elegance of the mare you’d just creampied. “I am Persephonea, Captain of the Lunar Guard.” With a flex of her lower muscles, the lovely thestral disgorged your limp and spent prick, her tight cunt clasping closed around your leaking seed. So tight was her grip that the strand of escaped semen dribbling from her insides was cut off as if by scissors. That drop of human sperm plummeted through the clouds and down towards the slumbering land of Equestria, no doubt to land comically upon the face of some unfortunate night watchpony. “Princess Luna herself stationed me here to await your arrival.” “It’s nice to seed—I mean, to meet you,” you stated with a blush. “My name is—” “Hush!” Persephonea flew up to your height and put a leather wing to your lips. “No name is necessary for you, save for ‘stud.’ In this realm, males have — and deserve — none other.” “I don’t understand!” you confessed. “I’m so confused... and horny all the time...” The beautiful thestral looked about, her gaze encompassing the silent majesty of the night that surrounded you. “All life in Luna’s kingdom hearkens to the feminine cycle of Lady Moon,” she explained. With a hoof Persephonea directed your gaze upwards, to the bright satellite that floated far too near above. “Beneath her gentle rays, brutish males like you are most unwelcome. It is thus that by Her Majesty’s ancient law, no thestral may acknowledge or speak to any stallion, save he be the father of her foal. Here, you are ‘stud’ or you are nothing.” “Then... d-does that mean...” “Indeed,” the thestral’s raspy voice rang out. She lowered her hoof to gently stroke her barrel. “A beautiful new life, in the service of the Princess of the Night. You have proven your worth, and conquered my womb.” With a flutter of wings and a tender kiss upon your lips, Persephonea sealed her fate to your own. “I am yours, my sweet stud, now and forever.” You knelt down and pressed your face against the thestral’s warm fur as she flapped in midair, marvelling at the beauty that could come from such a hot, steamy inter-species dicking as the one you’d just delivered. “It’s so wonderful!” you marvelled with a tear of joy. “I know our foal will be beautiful... b-but I’m already married! Is this really OK?” The thestral Captain laughed, throwing her slim neck back as if baying to the moon. “Such distinctions have no meaning here,” she assured. “In the land of dreams, fantasy is the true reality, and passion the only truth. In your nighttime adventures, have you not made love to other ponies’ wives?” You blushed as memories came back of vivid dreams where you’d taken pleasure with the bountiful Mrs. Cake, the elegant Princess Cadance, the inventive Pinkie Pie, your best bro Lyra Heartstrings, and so many more. Even Cookie Crumbles, your new mother-in-law, had inspired a few nocturnal emissions in the days when you were dating her eldest daughter. In reality, you knew these committed and faithful mares were off limits to your perverted mind and your groping hands. Yet freed from the shackles of consciousness and conscience, your libido leaned on the veil of sleep as an excuse to summon the most vivid of homewrecking fantasies. It had all felt so real, those dreams in which you tempted these lovely ladies to break the sacred bonds of matrimony, and spread themselves wide for a good human dicking down! “I-I guess I’ve had a few dreams about married mares,” you admitted. Once again Persephonea laughed. “Hahahah! A few, he says! Fear not, stud, for you are hardly alone in such desires. Why, even now, the number of creatures dreaming about pounding your wives would astound you~” “Wait, what?” Persephonea merely smirked. “Now that you have studded me, allow me to be your guide to Luna’s kingdom.” With a simple nod the gate creaked open, and your eyes were filled once again with the sight of that bounteous plot as the now pregnant thestral flew through. With trepidation you followed her through the gate into the forbidden, not to mention exclusively female, realm within. Your feet shifting upon the clouds below, you followed your latest conquest towards Luna’s castle, where an unknown (but surely horny) fate awaited you...
3 - Bred in the cloudsAs you and the freshly pregnant thestral known as Persophonea travelled the cloudy path towards Luna’s foreboding palace, the two of you passed through a beautiful cosmic sight. You gasped as you beheld a cascade of large and glittering bubbles, each one holding the dream of one of Equestria’s slumbering stallions or mares. Thestrals flew high above you with nets and clipboards, managing the flow of the bubbles and ensuring a peaceful rest for all. Though calming and refreshing, the scenes you saw in the nearby bubbles were far from innocent. As enthusiastic as you’d found Ponyville’s adventurous mares (in your bachelor days, of course!) it seemed that the creatures of Equestria became truly unrestrained when night fell and sleep descended. You were not the only one of Luna’s subjects who enjoyed dirty dreams, and tiny winks of pink flesh visible between the hind legs of the attending thestrals showed that even these experienced mares were not immune to the arousing sights found within these magical spheres... As you watched, Amethyst Star lay back in a lounge chair, inspecting a line of chained and hoofcuffed earth pony studs from behind a pair of stylish sunglasses. Mr. Cake frantically worked his hips, pumping his dick in and out of the zebra stallion who was fucking his wife. Cheerilee went down on her former student Pipsqueak. Princess Cadance threw her head back with pleasure as Shining Armour and King Sombra forced huge horsecocks into her pussy simultaneously, racing to be the first one to cum inside and impregnate her. Derpy Hooves gently nibbled on a chocolate chip muffin. Lyra rammed her futa cock balls deep up Bon Bon’s pussy, only to find a second Bon Bon stepping up, gripping her horn, and stuffing her throat with an even larger helping of dickmare meat. Pinkie Pie sprayed a fountain of whipped cream out of her ass and into a tower of champagne glasses, as her friends applauded and licked their lips. Your head constantly turned by these spicy vignettes, you slowly followed Persephonea over a wooden drawbridge, up a golden stair and through a heavily guarded door made of cloudy, glittering smoke. At last you arrived at a sight seen by few mortals indeed: the grand throne room of Luna, the Princess of Dreams. Here, the fierce alicorn who’d bullied you into marrying the CMCs sat in glory upon her throne of stars, surrounded by her thestral attendants... gorgeous, regal, incredibly stacked attendants, you couldn’t help noticing! It seemed the minimum requirements for a position in this court were a pair of F-cup crotchteats, and a plot to match! You silently bowed before the ruler of the night, and Luna commanded you to rise with a casual wave of a hoof. “Again we meet, human,” she stated with dignity. “Such a shame, thy new wives cannot satiate you. How boldly thou strayeth, pleasuring other mares on thy very wedding night!” “W-wait...” you stammered, suddenly confused by the laws of Luna’s realm. “Don’t I have to breed you before you’ll talk to me?” The entire court burst into laughter at your innocent question, and the thestral you’d impregnated snickered behind a hoof. “Really, Captain Persephonea?” Luna demanded with a roll of her eyes. “That old gag?” “I assure you, your highness, I never gag,” the thestral mother-to-be stated smoothly. “Ugh, human!” Luna’s burning eyes turned now to you. “Why wouldst I make such a silly law? The very idea is ludicrous! Thou truly believeth whatever anypony telleth thou, doth thou not?” “Erm...” you shamefully scratched the back of your neck, feeling quite awkward. “I wouldn’t say I believeth anything...” “Tis a shame that the word ‘gullible’ cannot be found in the royal dictionary, as thy portrait would be quite fitting alongside its definition!” “Really?” Your smile brightened, as you were always happy to help. “That’s weird, but ‘gullible’ means—” Luna facehoofed. “And fortunate indeed, that a foal’s intelligence is inherited from the mother’s side!” “Huh?” Luna sniffed haughtily. “Since thy promiscuous member hath already seeded my Captain with nary a second thought, perhaps thou wouldst be so good as to grant your Princess the same privilege.” The glamorous mare descended her throne, trotted towards you and nuzzled your bare chest, taking in your scent with a sigh of pleasure that quickly melted her icy expression. “R-really? Me?” you asked, cuddling the ancient princess, letting your hands move over her warm and sensuous body. “But you’re so beautiful, and overbearing, you must surely have a dozen Princes ready to breed you whenever you want.” “Neigh, human, I rule the night alone, without consort or heir.” As you gently stroked Luna’s warm barrel and back, a crystal tear descended down her shapely cheek and she began to unburden her sad story upon you. “As the Princess of Dreams, my womb is destined to lay barren until I meet the stallion of my dreams. For 1,000 years I have gazed up at the moon... or rather, down at its surface... wondering where he might be. “Since my return to Equestria, I have called upon the land’s greatest studs to grant me a foal... all to no avail.” Dream bubbles drifted past Luna’s starry mane as she reminisced about her recent conquests. As they passed by, you saw one dreamboat of a stallion after another, each of them reliving the highlight of his life: that precious moment when the ruler of the night hungrily returned his proffered kiss. Earth ponies, unicorns, crystal ponies and pegasi could be seen among the crowd: stallions of all types, from delicate royals to rugged labourers. Each was handsome in his own way, each one deeply passionate and determined to win Luna’s heart. Your own heart began to sink, as seemingly hundreds of failed suitors floated by. How could you possibly succeed, where so many stallions had fallen short? Luna scowled as a final bubble of bittersweet memory drifted past her eyes, showing her younger self throwing her head back and moaning as she sprawled upon a bed of finest crystal. The sweaty visage of Prince Shining Armour could be seen, thrusting mightily into her from behind. In the background a certain pink alicorn could be glimpsed, looking on with a wide smile and excited eyes. “Even the legendary Prince of the Crystal Empire did fail to subdue my eggs,” Luna admitted. “Though Cadance continuously asketh me if she can watch him ‘try again.’” Slowly, yet inevitably, the alicorn’s wings began to stiffen and unfold beneath your gentle strokes. “It giveth one pause... mayhap my lover is destined to be no stallion at all, but a sturdy male of another world. Wilt thou woo me, silly and trusting human — and, if I find thee worthy, breed me?” “D-do I have a choice?” you asked tentatively. Luna snorted and shook her head. “Neigh, thou hath none. I know not why I asked.” Before you could respond, you felt the pressure of her lips, her tongue forcing its way into your mouth as her kiss marked you for her own. “Oh, Luna...” you moaned, despite yourself, as your lips parted and eagerly met with hers. When dating ponies, you’d always taken the lead, prizing yourself on recognizing that perfect moment when a curious gaze should be met with a mare’s first inter-species kiss. Luna cast away such notions of male dominance in an instant. With royal might, she conquered you as effortlessly as a momentarily bored MILF seducing her virgin paperboy. Your horny young wives were invincible in bed, but when it came to the stuff of romance, the CMCs still had much to learn — and Luna would be the perfect one to teach them! Your heart began to pound with excitement, and you pushed your tongue into Luna’s wet mouth, only to find her passion denied you as she pulled away. You pouted brattily, and Luna smiled at such a welcome display of desire and neediness. “Well done, human,” she assured. “Thou hath passed thy first trial: Ye Olde Test of Love. It gladdens my heart that thou returneth my affections — yet from here onward, the road will become ever rockier for thee!” “Erm, m-maybe you should find another guy, then...” you stammered. Now that your lips were no longer tingling from the kiss of a lovely princess, the true reality of your situation was beginning to sink in. Being Luna’s royal stud would surely eat into your free time. After all, you already had 3 insatiable wives, and now a thestral to support as well! “Tis too late!” Luna roared. “My ardour hath aroused! My hind lips drool for thy girthy fuckspire!” The dramatic princess practically swooned before you. “Yet as much as I long to be fulfilled by thy foalmaker, we must not mate... not yet!” “Oh, not yet?” You sighed with relief. “Well, how does next Thursday sound—” “Not until thou passeth... YE OLDE TEST OF BLOOD!” “W-wait, blood?” you squeaked, practically blown off your feet by Luna’s Royal Canterlot Voice. “Nom!” screeched the tiny bat-mare known as Persephonea. Your onetime conquest leapt upon your shoulders, hugging you tenderly with her front hooves, and bit at your neck. With the lightest scratch of her sharp, pointed teeth you felt an ancient venom enter your body, filling you with a strange and potent sexual energy. “Owww!” you complained, even as your dick erected instantly, slapping against your chest like a stallion’s and expanding to an unheard of length and stiffness. In that moment you were ready to BREED! Forget these tests of love, these sappy kisses! You were ready to barge into a royal banquet, thrust into Luna and inseminate her with a single pump from your mighty balls — then pull out and impregnate Celestia, Twilight Sparkle, and Cadance with the dregs of that selfsame load! (And Shining Armour as well, if he didn’t get out of the way!) “Aaaarghhh, it HURTS!” you screamed as a heavy pulse of precum jetted forth from your straining cock, nearly reaching the moon overhead. “I need to FUCK!” Luna batted at your swollen member with a hoof like a cat with a toy, ignoring your agony. “Hrm, his blood floweth well indeed. A passing grade, it seemeth to me. And how doth he taste?” she inquired of her servant. Persephonea licked her lips, flicking tiny droplets of your blood from her fangs. “He hath the savour of most delicious lust, your majesty,” she moaned. “Somepony pleasures him in the waking world, even as he visits us in dream.” “Tis well,” Luna nodded wisely. “No doubt he is tended by those harlots three, whom he blessed with foal in the holiest hour of our Nightmare Night.” “Hey, those are my wives you’re talking about!” you protested, your need to defend the CMCs barely overcoming your erotic pain. “Thy slutty spouses and their oversized plots are no longer thy concern,” Luna scoffed. “Now thou art gifted with thy chance to breed a truly worthy mare.” Luna turned and positioned her hindquarters beneath your eagerly grasping hands. “Be warned that a failure to conceive will be punished most harshly.” As she looked back at you sternly, Luna’s fierce grimace became a happy smile. “Yet take heart, human!” she assured. “Success shall be rewarded just as harshly!” Despite Luna’s ever more ominous pronouncements, the thought of relieving the burning in your cock was all you could think of. The punctures in your neck throbbed as you cautiously gripped your rigid dick, guiding it to its target. It felt like your meat was on fire, and the only way to quench it was in the moist valley of pony pussy! And yet... Luna’s plothole winked at you, as if calling out for attention. It was only earlier this evening that the naughty Scootaloo and the ever horny Apple Bloom had aroused your insatiable hunger for pulsating pony pucker. Now, despite the deep lust you felt for the petite Princess’ cunt, you felt an even greater need to claim her tightest and most forbidden orifice. It wouldn’t be so bad to jam it in her butt instead... right? you thought to yourself. Even an eternity of torture in the dungeons of the night might be worth it, for a taste of that royal plot. Your hands gently angled your cock upwards, then downwards, hovering between the choice of holes with indecision tearing at your soul. Your bucking dick pumped forth sticky precum, soaking the royal ponut with enough lubricant to ensure a satisfying insertion for both of you. However, the prospect of siring Princess Luna’s foal with superior human seed fluffed your ego like no other. And, yet... dat ass! It was only with the strictest exercise of will power that you turned your eyes from that exquisitely crafted equine ringpiece, decisively lowered the angle of your meat, and swiftly thrust your cock past Luna’s glistening royal lips, taking your next step on your royal quest and sinking several inches deep into a heavenly pussy indeed. “Eep!” Luna squeaked as your “stallionhood” abruptly made itself known within her. Her unchosen tailhole clenched with envy and her tiny cunt-tunnel seized upon your girth. “How crude! Thou porketh the royal vajayjay, just like that?” “Why not?” You whispered, leaning down to take in the dark, mysterious view of Luna’s starry mane as you stroked your meat ever deeper into her feminine cavern. “You need it, I need it... why don’t we just get on to making those babies?” “Some foreplay would have been nice, human,” Luna grumbled. “Thy pillar is truly brutish and oversized. Unnnf... One wonders how thy wives manage to swallow it without bursting!” Truthfully, you wondered this yourself! Your lovers’ holes always seemed to expand just enough to pleasurably sink your girth inside. In fact, Luna seemed downright jealous of the CMCs for claiming you before she got to you. Perhaps a bit of teasing might be in order... “Are you giving up already?” you chuckled as the head of your cock pressed firmly past Luna’s cervix, evaluating your new lover’s womb and preparing to remodel it into a nursery. “Don’t tell me that the Princess of Dreams can’t take what little Scootaloo managed to fit all the way up her butt hole...” “W-wha?” Luna seemed incredulous. Her barrel shuddered as she gasped, picturing the sight of your anally impaled pegasus wife. Her pucker winked again, this time with aroused sympathy. “That tiny spinner’s fat bottom hath swallowed up this beast?” You playfully began to toy with the thick, dark ring of flesh that marked the entrance to your cosmic cutie’s “black hole,” anointing the wrinkles with your spilled precum even as you slowly and gently introduced your cock to Luna’s royal womb. Your thrusts picked up speed and depth as you gained new confidence. “That’s right...” you teased, “Do you like thinking about that? My wife’s little orange butt, stuffed full of human cock? Oh, how she squealed... how she came...” Luna sniffed daintily even as her hind legs stiffened at the thought. “I-I care not how thy lucky flightless chicken of a wife entertaineth herself... merely stud me, good sir, and be on thy way, back to the world of the waking!” Yet her labia quivered around your thrusting shaft of pleasure, and the dribble of liquid from her royal pussy thickened to a near constant stream of mareish arousal, betraying her supposed disinterest. “Mmm, I’m not so sure,” you teased. “Is Her Highness a naughty girl, just like Scoots? Does my pretty pony princess like it when a guy plays with her plot?” You slowly, teasingly, used your finger to circumnavigate the ridges of Luna’s puffy anus, pressing its tip firmly into that tiny pinprick of a horse pucker. “M-my plot?” Luna laughed shrilly. As your finger ended its journey by poking deep into that warm chocolate donut, a sudden gush of lotionlike liquid sprayed from the princess’ velvet pussy and dribbled down your pumping shaft. “Hahaha, how droll!” the alicorn scoffed. “What gavest thou such a silly notion? Verily, tis there whence I poopeth! Remove thy unwelcome digit a-at once!” Something didn’t add up, you mused to yourself as your finger rounded once again the delightful rim of Luna’s pouting, quivering booty. You’d noticed that the stretching, filling and gaping of tender tailholes could be seen in the happy dreams of many of Equestria’s mares — and more than a few stallions! From the gentle touch of a tongue, to the most brutal pounding imaginable, no fantasy seemed more prevalent in the world of dreams than simple butt fun. Surely Luna had seen things much raunchier than a mere pucker-poking, and on a nightly basis! Why was she being so coy? Unless perhaps... “Oh, such a naughty little princess.” You gave an evil smile as the royal secret was revealed to your perverted mind. “Don’t tell me that your butt is your weak point?” A fiery, sunset-like blush consumed Luna’s cheeks and swiftly spread down to her shapely neck. “Neigh, tis dirty...” she protested weakly. “Tis wrong and unbecoming...” “Come on, you can tell daddy,” you urged. “My pony princess loves big cocks up her royal horse-bum, doesn’t she?” “Waaahhh, tis true, my tragic secret!” Luna wailed, shaking one hoof at the moon above. “Tis my craving, my highest desire! All of those studs... they left me barren because they all bucked my plot! I could help it not... verily, I ordered them to spare my womb, and not one had the balls to disobey! Most eagerly did they forget their breeding duties, and escort my plothole instead to the carnal village of ‘Pound Town!’” The powerful alicorn hung her head in shame and panted hungrily, even as you plowed a full confession out of her. “Foolish yet kind human, now thou knowest my shame... neigh, my curse, as ruler of the ‘moon.’ All of Equestria seeth me as an eternal buttslut, save only t-thou!” Luna seethed as you impaled her fully upon your prick and began to reward her honesty with a firm, commanding power fucking. “Somehow, thy dumb ass resisted the call of the royal ponut, and thou went straight to the pussy...” You chuckled as you teasingly slid your cock nearly all the way out, only to slam yourself back into royal cunt, hilting yourself in an instant and filling Luna’s eager womb with the mushroom flare of your cock. “I wouldn’t quite say that I resisted it,” you admitted. You’d never say no to a hot bit of assplay, but given the opportunity for consequence free impregnation, in your mind there was no comparison! There’d be plenty of time for sweaty rump ramming later, once you’d given Luna a precious foal to call her own — your new wives had taught you that! Luna’s stiff wingboner extended even further as she unfolded her vast wings fully. “Come now, human,” she urged you, “follow me upwards, to the very heights of Equestria! Nothing shall be greater than our passion tonight!” With great beats of her feathery wings, Luna flew up to approach the very moon, pulling you after her thanks to the solid grip her underused pussy had upon your dick. Clouds scurried beneath your feet as you frantically climbed upwards into the sky, their fluffy softness giving you a sturdy foothold in the night as you noisily banged its ruler. With screeches like the cries of bats, vast swarms of Luna’s thestrals swooped excitedly around you, only to land upon each others’ backs and form a vast and voyeuristic pyramid. The tower of excited bodies could be seen descending down into the clouds far below, even as the mare at the very top of this pyramid could nearly brush the lunar surface with her wing! Each mare had her eyes eagerly fixed upon her romping ruler: smiling, shouting and waving their hooves, countless legions of Luna’s subjects now acted as cheerleaders for the carnal eclipse they beheld. “Ooh, you like having an audience, eh?” you whispered to Luna. “Naughty, naughty princess~” You slowed the motion of your hips, showing off your body for the excitedly cheering thestrals. “Why don’t you show all your subjects your cute little O face? Make it nice and believable, and I just might consider breeding you~” Luna immediately tensed up and panted as you put forth your decadent proposal, each of your slow and deliberate thrusts driving her towards a climax before letting her come back down, ratcheting her pleasure up to an unprecedented peak. “Human, you ruin me!” she groaned. “My maregasm approacheth on wings of fire! Cummeth alongside, oh worthy mate, and knocketh me up — high above Equestria with my countless minions for witness!” “You don’t understand, Lulu...” you smirked as you plunged two fingers up that tight and clenching ass as far as they would go. “I’m not one of those quickshot stallions you’ve been fucking. I’m a human, and we have stamina!” With a hard thrust that slapped your balls against Luna’s winking clit, you let yourself loose, and your nighttime pony ride truly began. “W-wha?” Luna squawked with alarm, sounding more like a startled griffon than the Princess of the Night. “Tis a falsehood! No male can last thus within the folds of an alicorn!” “I can,” you boasted, ramming your fat meat in and out of the princess’ unprepared body, pushing her closer with every thrust. Her wingboner stretched to an unsurpassed span as she felt your undeniable truth within her: a rock solid human cock which was nowhere near its limit. “I’m not giving you one drop of sperm until you’re broken, and begging, and mine!” Such words were rashly spoken, yet you felt you could back them up with horny action. After being utterly drained by Persephonea, and pumping loads up Scootaloo’s and Apple Bloom’s butts — not to mention the huge facial you’d jerked across your three wives’ muzzles at the “climax” of your wedding ceremony — the risk of a premature ejaculation at this point was next to nil. You gripped Luna’s cutie marks firmly and pounded her without mercy, determined to show her exactly why Applejack kept paying to have your bed repaired. “Neigh, it cannot be...” Luna moaned, slowly feeling control slipping away as her needy body betrayed her. Tears of humiliation flowed down her muzzle, becoming shooting stars as they fell through the sky beneath you. “To be bested by this strange ape is a disgrace that shall not be borne! I am strong... I am powerful... I am an alicorn, a Princess, feared for a thousand years, I move the very moon... I AM CUMMING!” Luna’s body went rigid and her cunt seized upon your meat. A scream escaped her throat — not to mention several litres of royal marecum that fled her body from the other end. Reaching forward, you dared to grip the royal mane, knocking Luna’s diadem askew and firmly holding the princess’s quaking body in place beneath your thrusting hips, as you showed her a pleasure like none she’d ever known. After endless moments filled with twitching muscles and raw, guttural sounds, Luna gasped and caught her breath in the aftershocks of her ecstasy. “So many mares dreamed of this conquering cock...” she marvelled, “yet I thought it was mere exaggeration! Truly, thou art a male beyond compare. Our alicorn foal shall be far more powerful than that little brat, Flurry Heart!” “Pretty words, but are you broken yet?” you asked Luna with a snarl. Curling your fingers, you yanked on her starry mane and pulled her head backwards to stare into your flustered face. “Utterly!” Luna gasped, her wings a shadow over the very moon. “Human, I beseech thee! Shower my womb with seed, and end this blissful torment!” “Are you begging?” “I beseech, tis the same thing!” Luna snapped with annoyance. “Looketh it up!” “Are you mine?” You asked the most important question, your hips blurring as you approached warp fucking speed. “For a countless age!” Luna pledged. “Now tarry not with our foal! Deny your loving servant no longer!” Luna’s heat and tightness were incredible, but you weren’t ready to pop just yet. You had some “family business” to take care of first. “If you want me to cum, then you’d better take back what you said about my wives!” you insisted protectively, cramming your full length up Luna’s cocksheath. Even when you were studding a Princess, you knew where your heart was! “That they art h-harlots?” Luna scoffed even as waves of mare jizz gushed once more from her overwhelmed twat to rain down upon Equestria as a sheen of nighttime dew. “Sluts with fat plots? Tis naught but the truth!” “Don’t talk like that!” you insisted. “Apple Bloom is beautiful, and Sweetie Belle is kind, and Scootaloo tricked me into breeding her... wait, that’s bad, actually... Anyways, they’re mine, and I love them!” Your heart went out to your three wives, and you found yourself filled with the most wholesome affection, even as you pounded Princess Luna’s cunt into squirting oblivion. (Meanwhile, in the waking world, the very mares you were mooning over were taking turns upon your unconscious form, stretching their hungry pussies with your girthy meat and naughtily kissing each other even as you snored... truly, a husband’s work is never done!) “Bah!” Luna spat as the tide of her climax subsided, leaving only the scorching arousal of your continuous thrusts and the steady thump of your nuts slapping her clit. “Tis only through thy own mental feebleness that thou succumbed to their romantic tricks! Those three are naught but babymaking troublemakers! Mares with sinfully gifted bodies, yet with the minds of foolish fillies to be found within! A trio of bimboes unburdened by brains, who pounce upon whichever cock is fool enough to seek refuge in their wombs! Hormone riddled broodmares whose highest wish is a foal on the teat and another in the belly!” “Then admit that you’re the same!” you demanded, fiercely spanking Luna and burying a thumb up her ass as with wild thrusts of your hips you skewered her upon human prick. “You’re no Princess — you’re nothing but a fat assed slut, desperate for cock! You’re so baby crazy, you’ll beg a foal from any male with a working nutsack!” “BE THOU CURSED, BUT I ADMIT IT!” Luna bellowed. “ENFOAL ME, HUMAN! THOU HATH SHATTERED MY SOUL UPON THY IMMORTAL ROD! I CANST TAKE NO MORE!” “You got it, Lulu,” you stated gently as you battered some slack into the tight, clutching marehood. “All you had to do was ask. One royal heir, coming right up!” With one final, powerful thrust, you unleashed your nuts and screamed with brutal satisfaction as you finally fired your pent up load directly into Luna’s womb. Far from the desperate passion you’d felt within your thestral lover, this was a calculated breeding worthy of an arranged royal marriage. Your sperm rushed into Luna like a flood of life, filling her foal-garden with brutal efficiency and setting about its assigned task. Naturally, the pleasure to be found in this regal cunt was unmatched. Luna’s cervix clenched and her muscles rippled up and down your shaft as she instinctively milked you into her — it was enough to drive another man to madness! Yet your own mind was as clear as a crystalline diamond, unadorned by tender or romantic feelings. You felt nothing but a deep satisfaction, not merely from satisfying the pompous princess, but from breaking her will in full view of the servants who adored her. You’d made Luna your broodmare, and perhaps even your submissive sex pet, but despite her intoxicating kisses you saw that her heart held no room for true love — not for one such as yourself. Luna needed a foal, and you were here to provide one... no more and no less. Though you found yourself a mere pawn in Luna’s royal game, you were not without power in this struggle. After all, what ruler had ever been satisfied with a single offspring? What was the saying — “An heir and a spare?” Lulu would have to beg and grovel even harder, you resolved yourself, to earn that second foal from your loins. All of that would come later. For now, there was an alicorn breeding to see to. As your thrusting became less frantic and your spurts diminished, it seemed that all the night stood still, waiting to see if your liquid barrage had hit its target. Luna’s horn lit up and she began to concentrate fiercely as her entourage of servants looked on eagerly. “Patience, my thestrals...” she murmured, “a Princess must choose only the very finest among her suitors.” The elegant mare wiggled her hips against your still embedded prick and frowned, seemingly evaluating your sperm one by one. “Hrm... are the genes for common sense entirely absent in this specimen? Such a tragedy... very well, this stout hearted fellow shall do.” A single twitch convulsed your embedded cock as the very last drop of semen was sucked out of your tip. “Oh, how he squirms!” Luna declared with perverted glee. “Into my egg, thou tiny varlet... tis done! After 1,000 years, thy Princess is with foal!” “HUZZAH!” Each thestral in the huge pyramid shouted with a single voice, nearly knocking the moon out of its orbit with the echoing cheer of countless happy mares. With a sigh of satisfaction and a final wink of her clit, Luna disgorged your softening cock, letting all but one lucky sperm cell spill out to drip down her thighs. She turned to you, and your visions of domination crumbled as with another passionate kiss, she effortlessly claimed your heart once more. All thoughts were banished from your mind, save for these: Love Luna. Praise Luna. Serve Luna. “Well done, oh handsome ape,” her voice soothed and lifted your soul as she stroked your hair with her magic. “Now shalt thou show each and every one of my thestrals the same passion thou hath gifted me. I command thee to spare none the ultimate pleasure, and leave not a single belly among the thousands unwarmed by new life.” “Of course, my dearest Lulu,” you sighed, your spirits raised to the very heavens by the magical love potion you’d found upon the princess’ shapely lips. “Anything for y—w-wait, all of them?”
4 - Pyramid schemeThe tiny layer of clouds beneath your feet began to shift and move as if blown by a stiff wind, and frantically you ran alongside to maintain your foothold. After all, these cartoonish wisps of white were the only thing preventing you from plummeting to the ground and splattering your guts all over Equestria. Chasing the flimsy substance of dreams, you swiftly found yourself running around the side of Luna’s cheering thestrals and taking in the very inspiring rear view of their giant pyramid. Where you had seen smiling mares, waving banners and pennants that commemorated Luna’s inter-species studding, you now witnessed shapely plots and lifted tails, not to mention the pert mare pussies beneath. With a flap of her wings Princess Luna hovered behind you, resting her chin upon your shoulder. “It hath been far too long since my thestrals hath known cock,” she mused sadly. Indeed, each succulent slit you saw was swollen and soaking from disuse, not to mention from having witnessed the Princess’ recent ruination and breeding. “I assure you, each is quite fertile, and eager to please,” your lover added with a nibble at your ear. “Shalt thou begin at the top, and work thy way down?” “P-please, I don’t have to breed all of them, right?” You gulped as you looked down at the endless pyramid — thousands, perhaps even millions of sexy batmares, their combined scent even now reaching up to twist your thoughts in carnal directions. It seemed each of these lovely ladies was hungry for cock, thirsty for cum, and desperate for the feeling of contentment that could only come from bearing a foal — your foal! “Forsooth, I had not accounted for thy princely tastes,” Luna admitted. “I seeth now — if a mare moveth not thy natural desires, thou cannot perform. Tis no shame! Merely point out the ‘uggos’ among my minions, and I shalt relieve them of breeding duties.” “I-it’s not that, they’re all perfect 10s,” you confessed. “There’s just so many of them!” You turned to Princess Luna, hoping to hear a single word of encouragement, only to find your lips brushing against hers once again. “Mmmph... oh, Lulu, your kisses are magical... p-please, be reasonable! I’ll do my best, but I’ll surely get tired before long!” “Thou canst never tire, for thou art already asleep!” Luna cackled. “Call my plot fat, will he...” she muttered to herself. “Get thee to work!” she barked at you, slapping your bare ass with a wing. As the clouds beneath your feet dragged you closer to the pyramid of steaming plots, you found your cock stiffening despite yourself as you sniffed the scents and heard the seductively taunting calls of the thestrals you were commanded to mate with. “Hurry up, big boy, you know you want a piece of this~” “We’ve been in heat for decades, and we’re all in need of a good, hard breeding!” “I wouldn’t mind if you played with my plot while you studded me...” “Make me cum twice and I’ll suck your dick~” “I saw that dream you had about Rainbow Dash... and I want you to treat me even rougher!” Lowering your neck to avoid bumping against the moon above, you cautiously stroked and admired the perfect flank of the thestral mare who stood at the very top of Luna’s pyramid of lust. This adorable mare did not join in the teasing you heard from her foul mouthed friends, instead staring straight ahead and quivering nervously. “Thou shalt be most gentle with this one,” Princess Luna ordered, “for she is an untouched virgin of a mere 200 winters.” “Ooh, barely legal, eh?” You chuckled. “How kinky...” Yet such dirty jokes were stilled in your mouth, and your naughty tongue fell silent, as you beheld the beautiful face of the “young” batpony who turned her graceful neck and looked back at you shyly. “I-I’m sorry that I don’t have much experience, sir,” she whispered. “By the time you finish breeding my sisters, I’ll be done nursing our foal and ready to serve you again. M-maybe I can make it good for you the second time...” “Oh, don’t you worry, gorgeous.” Stepping forward upon the floating cloud that hovered beneath your feet, you rubbed your cockhead up and down the lips of the tightest horsepussy you’d ever felt. This lovely gift from heaven itself swiftly began to ooze with cuntsap, and those lips instinctively parted themselves for your conquering width. “I know just how to make beautiful mares like you feel loved,” you assured. A gentle push, and the very tip of your vast pleasure-spear slid its way between the thestral mare’s vulval lips, making her gasp as she felt a male presence within her for the first time. “Oooh, oh, my...” the thestral moaned, her nethers eagerly clutching at the merest swell of your mushroom shaped flare, unable to comprehend so much as the entire tip. “You’re so big... I-is it all the way in?” You smiled and gently stroked the firm plot of tonight’s third broodmare. Despite the seemingly endless task ahead, you looked forward to awakening this cutie’s appetite for inches. After all, sweet Fluttershy had been an innocent virgin when you’d met her, yet a simple application of human cock had uncovered the utter freak that lay just beneath the surface... “Just a bit more to go,” you assured the petite thestral, the untold length of your thick and veiny shaft throbbing at the petals of her heavenly gate. “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely be making you a mommy tonight, even if it takes two or three tries.” “Well promised, human,” Princess Luna nuzzled at your neck, sniffing your scent once more and lapping at your copious fuck sweat like a salt lick. “Each of my thestrals deserves this prize, and thou shalt provide it, ere my sister’s dawn arrives.” You looked down nervously at the huge and horny pyramid beneath you. “Erm, I’m happy to try, but please don’t get mad if—” you protested, only to be blasted once more by Luna’s Royal Canterlot Voice. “HEAR ME, MINIONS OF THE NIGHT!” she bellowed. “THE CENTURIES OF WAITING HATH ENDED! AT LONG LAST, THE TIME OF OUR MOTHERHOOD IS AT HOOF!” “HUZZAH!” Luna’s army shouted again, and with a slowly sinking feeling in your stomach (not to mention your balls), you gently pressed your sanctified dick into tender, virgin mare pussy and set about to your appointed task... For seeming ages you slowly worked your way down the huge pyramid of intensely desirable thestral mares, making sweet love to each before treating her to a flood of potent human sperm. You took care to move onward to your next smoking hot lover only after several powerful maregasms were achieved, and the blessed pregnancy was magically confirmed. The fingers of each hand were constantly occupied, your right hand warming up the eager pussy of the mare you were about to breed, while your left used gentler strokes to cool down the freshly seeded mare you’d just satisfied. As you descended beneath the top level of the pyramid of carnal flesh, you soon beheld thestral bums of all sizes and shapes presenting themselves at your eye level. Unable to resist this booty buffet, you found your head eagerly bobbing between taut plots and doughy dumpers alike, your hungry mouth slurping upon countless round and pouty ponuts. A relaxing rimjob was just what these hard working gals needed to soothe the aches of their night of passion, and ensure that your seed settled easily into its rightful place within their wombs. It seemed that Luna’s servants were just as anally obsessed as their mistress, for you found well used and loosened ponuts to be much more common between these luscious cheeks than tiny, virginal puckers. Tight or loose, you tasted them all, feasting on each clean yet tangy butthole in turn, as the sperm you’d spent in each thestral marehood worked its magic in the hole below, and began to grow a precious new life. Down, down, and down the pyramid you fucked, until a veritable waterfall of arousal was pouring down from the drips and drops of satisfied and pregnant mares high above you. Sometimes after an especially intense insemination, you felt your cock began to flag as it slipped from a pair of satisfied mare lips. It was then that you would feel the tender grip of Luna’s virility spell, and watched your cock lengthen and stiffen before your eyes. Your nuts churned with fresh seed, and without warning you would feel a warm and wet tongue prodding between your buttocks. Yes, as Princess of the Night, Luna wielded unquestioned power “where the sun doesn’t shine,” and showed no hesitation in exercising her dominion over your human plot. You squawked the first time she plunged her powerful oral digit deep into your once virgin asshole, yet soon you were moaning as she swiftly located your P-spot with her tongue. Expertly she stroked you from the inside until your staff was utterly rigid once again, ready to bring yet another thestral the heights of ecstasy and the simple pleasures of motherhood. For hours, for months, in a single night that stretched seemingly into eternity, you happily fucked these eager thestrals, licked their ponuts, fingered their pussies, and bred them without mercy! Your lovers cried out with passion, your heart soared to be so blessed by Luna’s grace, and all in all it seemed that nothing could interfere with your royal duty... RING! RRRING!! RRRRRRING!!! Suddenly you found your blurry mind being pulled from this land of carnal excess and returning to your supine body, spurred by the loud and obnoxious sound of your cottage doorbell! Swiftly and inevitably the land of dreams slipped away, and your physical body awakened once again. Your heart began to race as you recognized the same brash tone which had heralded the arrival of the first trick-or-treaters, on that Nightmare Night some months ago... the night that had changed your life forever. What dreaded visitor might be found pressing on that buzzer now, and why had they summoned you away from your thestral harem? What in Equestria was more important than losing yourself in the sensuous embrace of Luna’s endless night? RRRRRRING!!! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! “Awright, awright, I‘m gettin’ it!” you heard Apple Bloom gripe, and your eyes fluttered open to watch her climb reluctantly off of Sweetie Belle’s juice soaked muzzle. “Scootaloo, hide his dick!” “Oh yeah, sure thing!” As you slowly awakened to the real world, you felt yourself pulled from ethereal bliss into a most earthly pleasure. The orange pegasus you called your wife swiftly sat her firm buns down on your lap, letting your cock slip once again into her creamy and well used asshole. A firm clench from her innards brought you fully awake, and you opened your eyes to the early morning of your very first day of marriage. Though you’d spent a seeming eternity breeding thestrals in the dream world, it seemed that only a few hours had passed here on Equestria’s solid ground. “There, now he’s... unf... totally presentable!” Betraying her supposed goal of hiding the evidence of your wedding night rump-romp, Scootaloo instinctively began riding your cock with full, firm strokes, pressing her front hooves firmly against the bedpost so she could better wield her small yet powerful plot. “Aw, fuck, I’m cumming already, he’s got me SO JUICY!” You’d been rudely awakened from a dream in which you’d bred thousands of mares, and you hadn’t a clue how many loads you’d sprayed into your new wives as you slept. Yet even now, the youthful pega-plot that bounced upon you was working its magic, drawing up yet another load of fresh cream from your balls and preparing it to erupt from your wellhead. This made the sight at the doorway most awkward, as Apple Bloom had opened your front door to reveal the scowling face of her own grandmother! Standing next to Granny Smith on your doormat were Sweetie Belle’s extra-thicc milfshake of a mother, as well as a tall and beautiful pegasus mare who you’d never seen before. Each mature mare bore a look of anger upon her muzzle that would have shrivelled your dick in an instant... if said dick weren’t completely at the mercy of tight, grasping, unrelenting Scootabutt. “Oh...” Apple Bloom mumbled sheepishly. “H-howdy, Granny...” Granny Smith sneered at her granddaughter. “What’s this I hear bout a weddin’?” she demanded. “An’ we wasn’t invited?” “Now, Granny Smith, remember your blood pressure,” Cookie Crumbles interjected. “I’m sure it’s not as bad as it looks. After all, your son eloped as well.” “Mah son‘s spinnin’ in his grave like a ballerina at a square dance!” Granny Smith insisted. “What in the dern heck kind o’ critter did ya marry, Bloom?” The cranky earth pony glared at the mindless look of pleasure upon your face as Scootaloo twerked her caked up cheeks up and down your shaft. “Why, he looks dumber than a rock in a pear orchard — an’ that’s the dumbest sort o’ rock! A beast like that oughter be pullin’ a plough, not ploughin’ mah kin!” “He’s a human!” weeped the blonde pegasus, pointing at you with a wing. “Scientific name biggus dickus vulgarus! A hung, nasty human took away my precious Scootaloo!” “Oh, thanks, mum!” Scootaloo yelled, her anus clenching protectively on your meat as her knocked up cunt trembled and squirted yet again. “Thank you for FINALLY bothering to show up for something in my life — my honeymoon!” “Just calm down, everypony!” you called out. You forcefully pulled Scootaloo up off your crotch, popping her snugly fitted rectum off your cock, and stood upon the shaky legs of a newborn foal, determined to diffuse this family drama. Unfortunately for your dignity, such a motion only exposed your thick, throbbing erection to the three visitors. Bobbing directly at the height of their suddenly slackjawed muzzles, the sheen of your wives’ organic grease and natural lubricants made its veins gleam in the light of dawn, and the accumulated cream of countless maregasms dripped from your balls in long, sticky strings. “Let’s just talk this over, OK?” “Oh, my goodness...” Cookie Crumbles muttered, eyes fixated upon a cock the size of her leg. “I-I seen bigger,” Granny Smith insisted. A blush softened her features and made her seem almost youthful again as long forgotten hormones made themselves known within her. “What a remarkable specimen,” the tall pegasus whispered to herself. “Why, he should be collared and tagged... f-for science, of course...” “For pony’s sake, what are you doing?” Sweetie Belle whispered frantically as you strode towards the three intruders. “Don’t try to talk to them, you dumb stud!” “Chill out, Sweetie Butt,” you stated confidently. “This isn’t my first time getting caught balls deep in mummy’s little girl. I just have to get on their good side... show them I’m not a bad guy!” “He’s doomed...” wailed Scootaloo. “Cutie Mark Crusader Widows, waaah!” Naturally, you paid no heed to this lack of confidence in your diplomatic abilities. You knelt down and smiled at the three older mares, hiding your erection between your legs, bringing your face down to the height of a pony and trying to appear less threatening. “Ladies, I think we got off on the wrong foot... er, hoof,” you suggested. “Sure, I love having sex with your daughters and granddaughter... nonstop, hot, steamy, ball emptying sex in every hole... but I’m a family man at heart, and I’m not afraid of commitment. “I’m completely dedicated to supporting Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo. I want to bring happiness into their lives and be the best father I can be to our foals. I know it seems strange, having a human for a son-in-law, but I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to make you glad I’m part of your families.” “Whatever it takes?” Granny Smith smiled, and creaking sounds came from her hindquarters as her tail slowly raised above her aged, albeit rock solid, plot. “Well, if that ain’t music ta mah ears...” Cookie Crumbles nudged Scootaloo’s mother with a naughty chortle. “How about that, Mrs. Allgood? Maybe he’s not so bad after all, eh?” The lovely pegasus raised her hips and grunted crudely as she let a long splatter of fragrant fluid drop onto your floor. “I—I suppose we ought to give him a chance,” she admitted. Hearing these words of conciliation, you turned to smile at your wives, only to find that each of the CMCs were in the midst of an epic facehoof. “Oh, yew utter dumbass...” Apple Bloom groaned. TO BE CONTINUED!
