Nightmare Honeymoon

The 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!