“...ome…”

A tiny, muffled groan can be heard in the recently renovated master bedroom.

“...come on…”

Anon attempts to open his eyes, but his vision is nearly as foggy as his mind. He’s pretty sure there’s a shape of some kind in front of him, but…

“Stay with me, Nonny!”

A splash of cold water against his neck suddenly brings him to full attention. His eyes shoot open and his body lurches upwards, but the numerous audible cracks and immediate wincing at the pain in his elbows tell a story all their own.

Sitting directly in front of him is Fluttershy, her mane an unkempt mess but her coat shiny and vibrant. Despite the concern on her face, there’s a brightness and joy in her eyes that is unusual even for her. In her hooves is a condensation-coated, half-filled pitcher of water.

“Easy now. Here, drink this.”

With the pitcher in one hoof, Fluttershy places the other on the back of his neck and gently tilts his head as she begins to pour into his throat. Though confused at first, he doesn’t protest, realizing how unbelievably parched he is the instant the first drop lands on his tongue. Helping her out somewhat, he takes the pitcher from her and eagerly gulps down what remains within, a satisfied sigh of relief escaping him only when there is nothing left.

The effect is immediately noticeable. In his delirium, he hadn’t noticed that his entire body was dried up. He was pale, thin, downright sickly, but with the vast quantity of water in his system, the color slowly begins to return to his cheeks.

“Thanks, Fluts.”

“Of course, Nonny. I, er, guess we should try to be better prepared next time we all pounce on you at once, huh?”

“Pounce?”

“Y-yeah, we… Nonny, do you not remember last night?”

“No?”

Bringing a hand to his head, Anon gently rubs at his temple as he takes stock of the room around him. First and foremost, the inescapable scent of sex permeates through the air. Although he’s in bed, he is lying nude on top of the sheets, which are all absolutely drenched in fluids that he can probably identify based on an educated guess. Although the room itself is unmistakably his home’s master bedroom, it’s a fair deal larger than it used to be, and the mattress beneath him is much larger than the one he used to own.

Still, he remembers nothing from the previous night.

“Nonny, the renovations were finally finished. We got to come home after spending a week in my cottage. Naturally we all got a little excited and Velvet suggested that we break in the new bed and… well, we applauded your stamina before passing out, but we probably should have actually checked on your well-being. I think we may have drained out a bit more than is healthy.”

“...Oh, Celestia.” Anon groans as he rolls his arms, the popping and cracking noises continuing but a bit less painful this time around. “Please tell me nothing got too out of hand.”

“Don’t worry, you were gentle as can be with Mom and I.” Fluttershy gives him a quick kiss on the cheek while she instinctively brings a hoof to her bloated stomach. At this point, she and her mother have less than a month remaining until their due dates, and it’s abundantly clear at a glance. “But while you thankfully didn’t creampie Velvet, you did give her the brunt of your affections. Or, I guess it’d be more accurate to say she took those affections.”

“Yeah, that sounds like her.” Anon’s voice is quiet and fatigued, though not unhappy.

“I think we all underestimated her libido. Still, you never fail to get me going when you rail her like that. Gosh, you treat her asshole like you own it!”

“That’s because I do,” he laughs as he finally straightens out his back with one more painful “pop.” “Still, it seems like you came out of it feeling satisfied.”

She nods with a sweet smile on her face. Between how healthy her coat looks and the joy in her eyes she’s practically glowing, a fact that doesn’t fail to pull a smile out of Anon, either.

“Thanks, Nonny. For all of this.”

“Hey, it’s a team effort!” He laughs and ruffles his wife’s mane a bit before leaning forward to give her a chaste kiss. “Besides, I need to thank you, too.”

“Hmhm, and what did I do?”

“You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted, Fluts.” Wrapping his arms around his pregnant wife, he pulls her into a gentle, loving embrace. “And somehow, you keep showing me that it can get better.”

Fluttershy makes a squeaking noise as she cuddles further into her husband’s chest, the glowing, content smile never leaving her face.

“I love you, Nonny.”

“I love you too, Fluts.”

Neither are sure quite how long they remain like that, but eventually Fluttershy lets out a sigh and practically rips herself out of Anon’s addicting affections.

“I need to make sure Dr. Fauna is doing okay at the sanctuary.”

“Are you gonna be alright?” Anon asks as she gingerly steps off of the bed. “You’re practically triple the size you used to be.”

“Nonny, honey? If I’m going to be living with you for the rest of my life, I’m probably going to have to get used to being like this!”

She laughs to herself as she steps into the bedroom’s attached bathroom, likely to groom her frazzled mess of a mane. With a smile still on his face, Anon rolls his shoulders once more and steps out into the cozy warmth of his home.

The smell of coffee hits him before anything else. A fresh pot awaits him in the kitchen, and with his favorite mug in hand, he steps into his quiet living room where the remainder of his family sits side-by-side on the sofa. Twilight Velvet sits upright as she stares down at a sheet of paper resting on the coffee table before them, while Posey lies comfortably on her side, allowing her large, twin-filled belly to protrude onto the cushion beneath her and giving her poor, aching hooves a break. Both look up at Anon as he enters the room properly, with Velvet stifling a little gasp.

“G-good morning, dear.” A blush spreads across her cheeks as she quickly glances away from him. “I see you’ve elected to go au naturale today.”

“Hm?” He looks down at himself. “Oh. Well. It’s my house. Not like you haven’t gotten acquainted with Mr. Johnson already, anyway.”

He shrugs nonchalantly as he shuffles between the coffee table and the sofa to squeeze himself in-between his milfy mare wives. Although still flustered, Velvet can’t help breathing in deep when his flaccid, albeit still massive cock brushes against her face in a movement that couldn’t have been accidental on his part.

Yeah, that’s the good stuff.

“You two look like you’re doing well,” he chuckles as he places his mug down and gently rubs his now-free hand along Posey’s swollen belly. “Between you and Fluts, someone would probably think you just heard the best news of your life.”

“That’s just what a well-loved mare looks like, dear!” Velvet smacks his back hard enough to make him nearly cough up some coffee. “Not many are capable of handling one mare in heat, let alone three. You should be proud!”

“I’m gonna need some time to recover, I think.” He sighs and leans back in his seat, prompting Posey to lean against him and giving him a snuggly wife to wrap an arm around. “The spirit is willing but the flesh is spongy and bruised.”

The mature mares smile to themselves, only to jump slightly when a couple of wandering hands give their ample asses a firm squeeze. They both remain silent for a moment, but when neither hand leaves its newfound home in their bountiful flesh, they decide to simply get comfortable. This is the life they signed up for, after all.

And they wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Anyway, whatcha up to in here?”

“I’ve been working on my poetry lately, and Posey was giving me a second pair of eyes to work with.”

“Oh? Got something good?”

“No, not really,” Velvet sighs. “I’ve only just gotten started, and I’m still not entirely certain where to take it.”

“Can I take a look?”

“Knock yourself out.”

Her horn glows the same pretty blue as her eyes for a moment while the sheet of paper from the coffee table levitates into his lap. Giving both butts another firm squeeze and earning a stifled moan from Posey, he begins to read.

Staring at that distant shore
How long have I wanted more
I know I've never felt this before
I fear what will happen if I answer the call

“...Huh.”

“Alright, I get it.” The paper floats back onto the coffee table while Velvet lets out another tired sigh. “I know, it’s not great. I’m still working on it.”

“Hell, you’re the writer here, not me. But, er, even I could tell you that the last line doesn’t really fit at all.”

“It’s not the last line I’m worried about. That’ll become more thematically appropriate when I get farther into the poem! I’m more concerned about my word choice in the first three lines. It’s basic, almost all filler, really. I’ve been so motivated lately, but I just haven’t been able to produce what I know I’m capable of.”

“The flesh is willing, but the spirit is spongy and bruised?” Posey giggles.

“Exactly!” Velvet throws a hoof into the air, taking a moment to stare out into nothing. Eventually, however, she mirrors Posey, resting her head on her husband’s other shoulder. She expects to get another squeeze, but yelps when she finds the firm hand grasping her prodigious behind wandering. Two fingers run along the entrance to her well-loved pussy, and within an instant she’s already dripping onto the sofa below. “N-Nonny?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he mumbles with a smug smile on his face. “What about you, Posey?”

“Oh, I’m no author. I’m just enjoying the peace and quiet, not to mention the company.”

She attempts to shuffle into a more comfortable position, but her belly gives her pause and keeps her locked in place right where she is. She clicks her tongue in a mixture of humor and annoyance.

“Need some help?”

“Thank you, dear, but I’m okay.” With a heave she manages to lay down longways, her head resting in his lap. Not quite what she was going for, but she’ll take it anyway. A coo escapes her lips when she feels her husband’s hand release its vice grip on her ass and begin gently stroking her uncurled mane, beautiful in its natural splendor. “Hmm~!”

She tries to close her eyes, only to be met with the sight of Velvet getting a vaginal massage mere inches from her face. Of course, in-between herself and the show in question is the imposing figure of her husband’s massive cock lying flaccid and delicious-looking on the sofa. She licks her lips before deciding to finally go through with closing her eyes, letting the gentleness of sleep overtake her as she focuses on Anon’s loving caresses.

What a pleasant morning. If this is their new normal, the days to come are sure to be happy indeed.

“Okay everyone, I’m heading over to the sanctuary! Have a nice… day? Oh, goodness.”

Fluttershy freezes halfway to the front door as she is greeted by the sight of the living room. Anon sits in the middle of their couch with his legs spread apart. Velvet grunts loudly as she clamps her teeth down on his shoulder. She’s faced away from Fluttershy with her ass sticking out, giving her a perfect view of her pussy. Three of Anon’s fingers are going to town on her insides, curling at just the right angle to attack that sweet spot he knows she loves so, so much. Meanwhile, his thumb traces circles around her protruding clit, forcing her to bite down on him and hold tight with everything she’s got just to maintain her sanity.

At the same time, Anon’s other hand is holding the back of Posey’s head, keeping her steady as he shoves his cock down her throat. Her plush, pillowy lips wrap around him while her eyes remain closed. She’s loving every minute of this, every inch of her husband’s addicting length, but even a mare with as much practice as her can only barely hope to last against him in his entirety. Still, if anyone is going to give her husband the loving he deserves, it’s gonna be her. Tears run down her cheeks as she ignores her gag reflex, breathing only through her nose and only when he pulls out enough for his girth to not be plugging her up completely.

Between the waterfall of Velvet’s mare juices coating his hand, the softness of Posey’s luscious lips gliding along his length, and the sheer warmth and comfort of her throat enveloping his cock, Anon is on cloud nine. With how many times he’s fucked all three of his wives, he thought it’d have grown old by now. However, there’s something about having three incredible mares that find nothing but joy in being grabbed and used however and whenever he wants that never fails to get his dick working overtime, even after the night the three of them just had.

This is made apparent when Velvet lets out a veritable shriek of pleasure. Her pussy clamps down on his hand, covering his arm and the sofa beneath them in her marecum. This, in turn, prompts him to grip the back of Posey’s head tighter and slam her against his crotch. His balls, now churning as they work double time, slap against her chin while his cock swells in her throat.

She tries to make a noise, but all that escapes is a muffled, mindless moan of love and lust. Cum floods her already overstuffed belly, eventually overflowing and bursting from her mouth and nostrils. Her face is a mess of sweat, tears, and ivory spunk. Her own juices pour onto the floor beneath them as she cums from the sensation of having so much seed pumped down her throat. Anon has to actually pry her off of his dick, and those succulent lips of hers curl into a delirious smile. She wastes no time in resuming her affections, now licking and kissing along his length to ensure that she doesn’t miss a drop in her efforts to clean him up. Not wanting to be outdone, the still-recovering Velvet drops to her knees and begins to help her out, resulting in the two of them wordlessly fighting over the remnants of his seed.

Releasing his grip on Posey, Anon waves at his third wife.

“Have a nice day at work, honey!”

“Y-yeah.”

Her face red as a beet, Fluttershy quickly turns around and shuffles out the door, but not before her own pussy lets out an aroused squelch of its own.

Oh, yeah.

He loves this new normal.

Author's Note

And that's it for the second entry in this series. Hope you enjoyed!