“Left. N-no, my left. Almost– yes! Right there!”

“Jeez, Posey. I didn’t realize you needed it that badly.”

“Well, I don’t exactly do it myself anymore.”

“Why not?”

“Because I have you now!”

Rolling his eyes with an amused smile on his face, Anon leans down and plants a kiss on Posey Shy’s forehead, causing her to giggle. The elder of Anon’s two wives is currently sitting next to him on their sofa facing the opposite direction. With her back turned to him, he has ample opportunity to gently run his scented-oil-coated brush over her sleek, beautiful coat. While this process is typically part of a mare’s routine grooming, she prefers to have her beloved husband do it for her. She’s perfectly capable, of course. She just likes the bonding experience.

And thankfully, so does he.

Sunlight pours through the windows of the quaint house’s living room windows. Anon’s home is the embodiment of the word “cozy.” There’s plenty of space to move around (a conscious choice when purchasing the home, as Anon knew his yet-to-be-born children would appreciate it) but it isn’t grand or imposing. Wooden walls, carpeted floors, and warm lights all come together to paint the home in a brilliant orange glow that makes you want to curl up on the sofa with a loved one and read your favorite book; something Anon does frequently with his wives.

“How are you feeling today, hun?”

“Heavier than yesterday,” Posey laughs as Anon finishes his brushing. She turns to face him as he places the brush off to one side, her beautiful, love-filled eyes locking onto his own with a smile. “They’re getting adventurous, that’s for sure. They take after their father.”

“Hm.”

“Hm?”

“If they take after me, we might be in for some trouble once they’re born.”

“Hah!” Posey closes the gap between herself and Anon, eagerly pressing her plush, silky smooth lips against his own. He never gets tired of doing this. Without wasting any time, he wraps his arms around her and pulls her in close as his tongue forces her lips to part. He seeks her out like a heat-seeking missile, immediately licking and lapping at her tongue. He coaxes a sultry moan out of her as he enjoys her rich taste before forcing himself to pull away, a thin trail of saliva still keeping their mouths connected. “Th-they can’t be any more trouble than you, dear.”

Still holding her close, Anon allows his hands to wander. With one hand wrapped around her back, he slides his other hand down to her protruding belly. Both she and her daughter got knocked up within days of each other, but only Posey has been blessed with twins. The difference is clear, as while Fluttershy’s pregnancy is visible nowadays, Posey is much, much larger. Her body exudes a constant warmth, and her dutiful husband is always sure to be careful when handling her. He gently rubs up and down her swollen belly, unable to repress the sheer joy spreading across his face.

“Can I get you anything else?”

“Just stay here for a little while, please.”

“Don’t worry,” he whispers as he places a chaste kiss on her nose. “I’m not going anywhere.”

As if on cue, the front door to the quiet home suddenly creaks open. Their attention now drawn away from each other, the still-embracing pair turns to face the new arrival whose outline is barely visible through the sun behind her.

“I’m home!”

“Heya, Fluts.”

Fluttershy grins as she closes the door behind her and happily saunters into the living room. A saddlebag is draped over her back, though it’s held up at an awkward angle on either side thanks to her pregnancy.

“Hi, Nonny.” Without missing a beat, she sheds the saddlebag onto the carpet below and lifts her front half onto the sofa to meet her husband at eye level. There, she eagerly begins to kiss him, her tongue a bit more forceful than that of her mother (though it takes very little effort on Anon’s part to regain control). She moans into his mouth as they share their tastes, and right as she begins to pull away, Anon releases one hand from Posey and grabs the back of Fluttershy’s head to pull her back in. Not one to deny such a show of affection, she smiles into the kiss as he continues to explore her mouth. It’s only once she needs to pull away for air that he is finally satisfied, and he enjoys the brief look at her flustered face as she stares lovingly back at him before she blinks and regains her composure. She takes a moment to catch her breath before turning to Posey. “Hi, Mom.”

Mirroring her approach with her husband, Fluttershy doesn’t hesitate to lock lips with her mother. In the battle between two of Equestria’s most submissive mares, it’s Fluttershy that ends up taking the lead. Their kiss isn’t nearly as long as either of their kisses with Anon, but Posey’s full, pillowy lips meeting Fluttershy’s sweet, gentle ones makes for a sight that gets all three of them more than a little turned on. Both mares blush and moan as their tongues meet in the middle, neither having the gusto to fully enter the other but also not wanting to miss the taste of their delicious, incestuous partner. However, before anyone can take things further, Fluttershy pulls away from her mother’s waiting mouth. A bit of her stray saliva falls on Posey’s chest, but she doesn’t seem to mind.

“How was your day, you two?”

“Excellent,” Anon sighs as he leans back, casually wrapping an arm around Posey. “Never thought I’d see the day that I’d be able to retire so young, but I’ll be damned if getting to watch the hours fly by with my family isn’t a dream come true.”

“That’s what happens when you invent and patent revolutionary technology, dear,” Posey chuckles.

“Hey, if I’d have known that Equestria never invented the condom before I got here, I would have filed that patent years ago.”

“Yes, and you’d be even richer now,” Fluttershy laughs as she retrieves her discarded saddlebag. “You’ve only told us a dozen times.”

“What about you, Fluts? The Sanctuary give you any trouble?”

“Not at all. In fact, it was good news all around! The birds are getting ready to migrate, I finally got to send Opalescence back to Rarity, and Hancock – that’s the sick boa – is starting to recover from her illness!”

“Oh, that’s lovely, dear! What about–?”

Before Posey can finish her thought, one of the flaps on Fluttershy’s saddlebag pops open. From it emerges the familiar fluffy ears of Angel Bunny, who shakes himself before hopping out of the bag. Fluttershy blinks as Angel hands her an envelope before quietly thanking him. With a smile and a nod, Angel wastes no time in booking it across the room and leaping into Posey’s lap, causing the mature mare to smile and begin gingerly petting the back of his head. Angel wasn’t too keen on Fluttershy’s relationship with Anon and his subsequent loss of personal time with her, but the amount of pampering that Posey gives him is more than enough to placate him.

“Hello, Angel!” Posey rubs her nose against Angel’s own, coaxing a grin out of him. “What about your meeting with Dr. Fauna, hun?”

“It went as well as I could have expected,” Fluttershy sighs as she takes a seat between her husband and mother/herd sister. “We had a lot of paperwork to go over together, but within the next month or two, her veterinarian clinic and Sweet Feather Sanctuary should finally become official partners.”

“That’s great news!” Anon leans over and plants a kiss on Fluttershy’s cheek before wrapping an arm around her. She doesn’t hesitate to snuggle into his embrace, a content smile spreading across her face all the while. “You’ll both get more funding now, right?”

“That’s our hope.” Fluttershy lets out a deep breath, and Anon notices the bags under her eyes. “I’m just ready to put all this paperwork and political stuff behind me.”

“If you ever need a helping hand, just let me know, okay? I may not be an expert like you, but I can follow directions.”

“Yeah, you’ve proven that a few times,” she giggles. “Speaking of, there’s something I think you and Mom need to see.” Before either can respond, Fluttershy lifts the envelope from her bag and passes it to her husband. He eyes it with curiosity, carefully preparing to open it before realizing that it isn’t sealed. “It was addressed to all three of us, so I’ve already read it.”

“What’s in it?”

“An invitation from Princess Twilight. It’s, uh… it’s a doozy.”

“What do you mean by that?” Anon asks as he begins reading.

Dear Anon and family,

I hope the married life is treating you well! After how sweet your wedding was, there isn’t a doubt in my mind that you’re all having a great time, even if it is probably a little quiet.

Speaking of, I’m contacting you all because I have a proposal for you. First and foremost, I’d like to cordially invite the three of you to Canterlot Castle. As Fluttershy can attest, guests are treated very nicely up here. Lavish rooms, plenty of privacy, and some of the best chefs Equestria has to offer. Even if you choose to deny the request I will elaborate on shortly, this invitation still stands. Feel free to think of it as a free vacation. I wouldn’t be much of a princess if I didn’t use my privileges to treat my friends well at least a little bit, would I?

Now, for the request. Under most circumstances, I’d only be asking Anon this question as he is the head of your herd, but considering how I’ve seen the three of you act, I imagine this will be a group decision. Anyway, the long and short of it is this:

I’d like you to take my mother, Twilight Velvet, into your herd.

I know that this probably comes as a shock, but please hear me out. Her circumstances are very similar to yours before Anon swept you off of your hooves, Posey. She no longer has any family at home to take care of, and she’s been feeling extremely lonely. I do what I can, but like Fluttershy, I am very busy and can’t spend as much time with her as I’d like. In truth, she was the one that expressed interest to me about spending the rest of her retirement in a herd, though she sounded nervous about finding one that will treat her right.

And I just so happen to have a very close friend in a healthy herd of her own. One that is small enough to be able to support her, and one that I can trust will give her the love she deserves. Also, if I’m not mistaken, you’re old friends with her, aren’t you, Posey? I’m sure she’ll be more comfortable with you around than she would be in any other herd.

In any case, I must apologize to you, Anon. I’m sure this request to take my mother as your third wife seems out of left field, but I swear to you that she’s an incredible mare. There is a part of me that is uncomfortable sending you this letter, but I’d like to prioritize her happiness over my own awkward feelings about the matter. Regardless of what you choose, I hope to see the three of you in Canterlot soon! If you choose to say no, I’ll gladly respect your decision. But if you’re interested, I’ll give you the rest of the details when you arrive. Perhaps we’ll talk over tea!

Your faithful princess,

Twilight Sparkle

“...Well, she’s definitely right about this being unexpected.”

“Can I take a look, dear?” Anon hands Posey the letter as requested, and about halfway through reading it, she lets out an airy, adorable chuckle. When she finishes, she looks up at her family with a warm smile on her face. “Oh, I haven’t seen Velvet since Twilight’s coronation!”

“So you do know her?”

“Oh yes! She and I go way back. We became acquainted when I was barely college aged and hadn’t even met Gentle yet. I went to the Summer Sun Celebration in Canterlot for a change of pace one year, and we ended up quite literally bumping into each other. I was… n-not very assertive at the time, but she practically dragged me into her friend group kicking and screaming, hmhm! We stayed in touch for a few years until our kids came along, and then we just sort of… you know. Drifted apart.”

“Even after Twilight and I became friends?” Fluttershy asks, her voice slightly muffled by Anon’s shirt.

“She did write to me after we heard about your little escapade with Nightmare Moon and we were pen pals for a while after that, but at that point we were both just too busy to really rekindle our friendship properly. We greeted each other at your little celebrations, but those didn’t last long enough for us to make anything of it.”

Posey giggles as memories flood her mind, but in spite of her apparent enthusiasm, the room quickly falls silent. The family breathes, Angel gets scritched, a nearby clock ticks away, but no words are spoken. Anon opens his mouth to speak, but closes it before any words can come out. A few moments later, Posey does the same.

Eventually, it’s Fluttershy that breaks the mounting tension.

“So… how do we feel about this?”

“Well, I for one would love to take a trip to Canterlot,” Anon nonchalantly remarks as he reinforces his grip on his wife.

“Yes, that sounds lovely,” Posey wistfully sighs. “And I would like to see Velvet again. We have plenty of catching up to do.”

“...I’m going to pretend like you two didn’t just try to avoid the elephant in the room. How do we feel about Twilight’s actual proposal?”

“...”

“...”

Once again, the room falls quiet. The tense silence doesn’t last long, however, as Posey eventually breaks it with a muffled, contemplative sigh.

“Well, I’d personally love to have Velvet around. She’s a very sweet mare, and… well, while I do love the peace and quiet, I have to admit that she’d add a bit of spice to our little family.”

“Spice?”

“Oh, she just loves going on adventures. You want a thrill, she’ll have already experienced it three times.” Posey leans towards Anon, her eyes half-lidded and suggestive. “And I’m sure she’d love to experience them again with a handsome man alongside her.”

“W-well,” Anon stutters, “how do you feel about this, Fluts?”

“Torn.” She snuggles even further into Anon’s chest before continuing. “On one hoof, I’m suddenly going to go from the young mare between both of your wives, to the odd one out among your entire herd. On the other hoof…” She takes a deep breath before continuing. “Sweet Celestia, the idea of you bagging both my mom and one of my best friends’ mom is soooooooo arousing.”

“Arousing?” Anon looks down at his wife, who is carefully avoiding his gaze. However, even without being able to see her eyes, he can most definitely feel a growing wet spot where her groin meets his leg. “Oh.”

“But you’re the head of the herd, Nonny.” Posey looks up at him expectantly, a motherly warmth and patience spread across her face. “Whatever it is you want, we’ll go along with it.”

“Right. Right.” Anon takes a moment. His gaze becomes unfocused as he stares off into nothing, a thousand thoughts swimming through his mind. “To be completely honest, I’m not sure that I want this.”

“Wait, really?” Fluttershy and Posey ask simultaneously.

“Well, up until the day I met you, Posey, I wasn’t planning on having a herd to begin with. For the longest time, I always just assumed it’d be me and Fluts together in her little cottage. N-now, I obviously don’t regret marrying you or anything! It’s just… I’m already happy as I am. I’ve got two mares I love and that love me. You’re both carrying my children, we’ve got a nice house, we’ve got plenty of money, we’re basically all living our ideal lives… I just don’t see why we’d need to add someone else to that equation.”

“What if you like her?” Fluttershy finally pulls her head out from Anon’s chest, though her cheeks are still flushed from her apparent fantasies about her beloved husband laying claim in both body and mind to the mother of Equestria’s princess. “What if the two of you hit it off like you did with Mom?”

“I’ve ‘hit it off’ with a lot of mares, Fluts. That doesn’t mean I need to marry them.”

“So… it’s a no, then?”

She finally looks up at him properly, and he winces as he sees the disappointment in her eyes. He shifts his gaze over to Posey, who looks similarly disappointed but is doing a much better job at hiding it. Still, he knows her well enough by now to know that she was getting just as excited as her daughter at the prospect of him taking yet another wife.

Eventually, Anon sighs.

“Fine, I’ll consider it. But I’d like to at least meet her first.”

Fluttershy and Posey gasp in excited unison. They share a hope-filled glance before turning back towards Anon. Then, without warning, they simultaneously (and gently) tackle him in a group hug, Angel taking the opportunity to hop out of the room.

“Oh, this’ll be so much fun!” Fluttershy exclaims into Anon’s chest.

“Nonny, honey, you’re going to love her, I swear!” Posey adds as she buries her face into Anon’s neck.

“Haha! Alright, alright, take it easy! I didn’t think you two would be so happy about this!”

The yellow mares let out tiny moans of contentment as their husband lovingly wraps his arms around them. For a time, the three are happy to remain like that, the comfortable silence doing more for them than words ever could.

That is, of course, until a familiar, musky smell wafts through Fluttershy and Posey. On instinct, both of them open their eyes to look at their lover. He, however, has his eyes closed as he basks in the comfort of their warm embrace. Their eyes slowly drift towards each other, and both see that the other’s pupils have returned to a familiar heart shape. That alone says plenty, but the squelching noise coming from each of their crotches as they shift uncomfortably cements what they were both thinking.

Anon may not have noticed yet, but his pheromones have more than set in. For most mares, the sheer intensity of his intoxicating smell would make all but the most stalwart of ponies crumble before him whether they like it or not. For Fluttershy and Posey…

They crumble intentionally.

They share a nod before quickly removing themselves from Anon’s chest. He barely has time to open his mouth in protest before his pants are yanked right off of his body with enough force to nearly pull him off the couch with them. He looks wide-eyed at his wives before letting out a tiny moan as Posey presses her nose against the rapidly growing bulge in his boxers. She takes a long, exaggerated inhale, willingly letting the pheromones course through her and shuddering in delight. Fluttershy does not share her patience, and seconds later, Anon’s boxers are not just removed, but ripped off of his body.

“Fluts, you can’t keep doing that! I’m going to run out of boxerrrrsssssssssss oh my god.”

Anon cannot finish his complaint as his prodigious penis is exposed to the open air of his living room. It might have caused him to shudder, if not for the pair of warm mouths that quickly get to work lavishing him with smooches. His dick is large enough to cross both of their faces simultaneously, but they know how to split their attentions appropriately. While Posey places her plush, silky smooth lips against his tip, Fluttershy places tiny licks on the underside of his ballsack. They start gently, knowing that their display of restraint won’t last long.

And indeed, Fluttershy is unable to contain her lust for more than a few seconds. Her tiny licks quickly morph into full sucks, her soft, nimble tongue working over every inch of succulent flesh he has to offer. He places a hand on the back of her head as she takes a delicious testis into her mouth, sucking on it with enough ardor to pull a groan out of its owner.

Meanwhile, Posey continues in much the same fashion on his shaft. She knows from experience that while she can take him in her mouth, it’s an ordeal that requires preparation and focus. Besides, with her loving daughter/herd-sister right there, she wouldn’t take him all for herself, now, would she? Using those beautiful, addicting kissers of hers, she works her way from the tip down, placing kiss after kiss after kiss along every bit of cock that she can find. By now, she knows all of his most sensitive spots. She smooches his cumslit, runs her loving tongue along his protruding veins, and gives him the affection he deserves from an attentive wife like herself. She belongs to him, and she needs to remind him of that sometimes.

Eventually, the mares’ affections cause them to meet at the base of his shaft. They lock eyes for a brief moment before nodding, and without a hint of hesitation, they each turn back towards his cock. Both plant their lips directly across from each other before slowly opening them, allowing their tongues to explore the entirety of his dick. Anon gasps and holds onto each of their heads. They smile through their kisses and look up at him with sultry, adoring eyes. He gives them a grin of equal adoration, unaware of how powerful and possessive he looks in the process. They are his mares, and he’s not letting them go.

The two mares continue their oral assault, their tongues dancing across his length as they work their way towards the tip. Their tongues meet every few seconds, and they don’t shy away from enjoying the other’s taste when it does. Anon feels a growing pressure deep within him, but he isn’t ready for the surprise double blowjob to end just yet. Instead, he releases his grip on their heads and leans back with contentment, more than willing to let his wives show him just how much they love him.

When they finally reach his tip, the gap between them closes and their lips meet on top of his cumslit. Both let out moans that would make a lesser man cum immediately, Posey from her daughter’s enthusiasm and (relative) forcefulness and Fluttershy from her mother’s luscious lips and addicting taste. Their eyes lock onto each other before turning to Anon in tandem. He smiles and nods before thrusting forward one single time. As he pulls back, both mares place their mouths on either side of his throbbing tip.

Anon shudders one last time as he climaxes. Load after load of hot, ivory cum spurts from his cock, immediately coating both mares in steaming spunk. They moan in delight as they open their mouths, making sure to catch as much of his next few ropes as they can. Both get more than a mouthful, and it takes a concentrated effort for them to gulp it down before opening their eager maws yet again to accept even more of his bountiful load. Before he runs dry, they let out a final moan of complete pleasure as orgasm overtakes them, stimulated exclusively from the act of sucking their husband – their master’s – massive cock.

By the time Anon sighs and slumps into his seat, Fluttershy and Posey are drenched in his cum. Posey can’t see through her cum-covered glasses, and Fluttershy is going to have a hell of a time getting all of his spunk out of her mane. Meanwhile, the floor beneath them is absolutely drenched in excess seed, not to mention their own fem-cum. That’s going to take a while to clean out.

For a time, the room is quiet save for the heavy breathing of the three lovers. Fluttershy and Posey barely have time to recover before Anon leans forward and lifts them both into his arms, smiling when he sees that their pregnant tummies are also coated in his seed. They’re a pair of beautiful, blushing messes. Inside and out, they’re his, and nothing will ever change that. With that knowledge, he pulls them into a warm, loving embrace. All three take a deep breath as they get comfortable, and amidst the content afterglow they’re all basking in, Anon whispers into their ears.

“Let’s go see how Velvet stacks up, shall we?”

The mares giggle as Anon smiles and gives them a squeeze.

…Maybe inviting a third isn’t such a bad idea.

Author's Note

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