Nightmare Honeymoon

“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Keeping one hand gently on Apple Bloom’s tush (which was now your personal property, according to the rather outdated words of her wedding vows!)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...