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                    Appreciating Value                     
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                    A Formal Invitation                    
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A Formal Invitation
“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
Oops I made the story that I said I probably wouldn't. Here's a blog about it (https://www.fimfiction.net/blog/1055767/transparency-for-the-coming-days).

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                    An Air of Maturity                     
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An Air of Maturity
“Oh, it’s been so long since I’ve been to Canterlot!”
“Mom, Twilight’s coronation wasn’t that long ago.”
“W-well, when you get to be my age, things just sort of blend together, you know?”
“Uh, Fluts? Posey? We should probably get out of everyone’s way.”
“O-oh, right!”
The midday sun beats down on Canterlot Station while the trio steps off of the platform. Posey gasps as she nearly trips on her way down, but her descent is halted by a quick reaction on Anon’s part. A smile is shared between the pair while they carefully drag their belongings behind them and enter the city proper.
Unsurprisingly, said city is exactly as crowded as they remember it. Being the capital of Equestria, it naturally sees a lot of hoof traffic. With the growing relations between the nation and its neighbors, the number of visitors has only increased with each passing year. Ponies are, of course, still the most prevalent species in the city, but everywhere you look there are changelings, dragons, hippogriffs, even a diamond dog or two. The effect that this has had on the city is obvious. The stuffy, almost pretentious air that many of the crowded streets used to exude has been replaced with energy and warmth. It’s still a wealthier place than most of Equestria, but it’s not quite as uninviting as before.
At least, that’s how Anon sees it. It’s easier for Equestria’s only human to blend in when there are more than just ponies around.
“I don’t know that I’ll ever get used to this place,” Posey sighs as the three begin the long walk to Canterlot Castle. She attempts to fan herself as sweat immediately begins to coat her body, giving her a delicious sheen that Anon cannot help but sneak glances at. “It’s always so much louder than I’d like.”
“I’ve gotten used to it,” Fluttershy responds, using one of her wings to shield her eyes from the sun. She, too, is slowly getting drenched in sweat, and although her body doesn’t jiggle quite as hypnotically as her mother’s, Anon grins as he enjoys her natural beauty all the same. “With how often I have to come here for our meetings with Twilight, I’d probably be in trouble if I wasn’t. O-oh, but I still think I’d be uncomfortable if I tried to live here.”
“Well, good thing we don’t live here,” Anon chuckles. “Though, if we do end up going through with Twilight’s request, we’re probably gonna need to consider getting some renovations done on our house.”
“Why is that?”
“Well, while I obviously enjoy sharing a bed with the two of you, I think adding a third mare to our little love pile is going to get cramped, don’t you think?”
“I can see some scenarios where that might be a good thing,” Fluttershy mumbles with a blush.
“Sure, but it’s not like we’re going to be…” Anon glances around, realizing he should probably pick his words carefully when they’re walking amongst a crowd of ponies much more rich and powerful than them. “Well, some nights we just go to sleep and do nothing else, and I think it might be inconvenient on those nights.”
“Oh, some renovations would be lovely!” Posey beams up at her husband. Her smile is warmer than the sun above them, and only a fool wouldn’t return it. “The house is completely flat out back, and we own quite a bit of land back there. We could absolutely get a few extra bedrooms added.”
“Hm,” Fluttershy mutters. “It would probably be a good idea to add a third bathroom to the house in the process.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I get the feeling Miss Velvet isn’t going to be the last addition to our family,” she mumbles with a blush.
Silence falls over the trio as they continue their trek, with neither Posey nor Anon confident enough to outright deny nor confirm her quiet thoughts. Not another word is spoken until the midday heat is lessened by the cool of the shade provided by Canterlot Castle. Two gruff-looking stallions stand stalwart in front of the castle’s entrance, but a brief explanation from Anon causes the two to share a glance and step aside. It seems they were informed of their coming.
“Come on, I know where to go.”
Although the entrance hall of the castle is massive and somewhat imposing, Fluttershy gives her herd a confident nod and begins to walk down one of many connected hallways. Anon and Posey share a shrug before following her, with the thin mare’s path leading them down many twists and turns and, eventually, up several very long staircases.
“How do you know where we’re going, Fluts? This place is a damn labyrinth.”
“Technically, that’s a misnomer. It would be more accurate to call this place a maze, as labyrinths only have one continuous path regardless of how confusing it might be.”
“WOAH!”
Anon jumps at the sudden arrival of a new pony correcting him. He and his wives quickly turn around to find the source of the energetic, albeit obviously quite mature voice.
There, looking up at him with beautiful blue eyes is a unicorn mare that looks shockingly similar to Princess Twilight. Her coat is light gray, and it has a beautiful sheen that indicates a great amount of care went into brushing it this morning. Her mane and tail are purple with white stripes… or perhaps they’re white with purple stripes? Both are styled almost identically to Princess Twilight’s, though the back of her mane curls backwards rather than forwards. Her cutie mark is that of three purple stars. A pair of faint, almost imperceptible lines beneath her eyes shows her age.
Of course, that’s the modest description of her. Getting a sense of déjà vu, Anon feels his heart skip a beat. The mare, while obviously much older than him, is stunningly beautiful. She doesn’t have the delicious curves of Posey, nor does she have the lithe, supermodel-like qualities of Fluttershy. She is instead a comfortable middle ground, erring a bit more on the thin side but having just enough meat on her bones to want to sink your teeth into. Most notably is her backside, as despite her relatively thin proportions, her ass is comparatively nothing short of massive. While Posey might be larger overall, it’s the dichotomy between how the rest of this mare’s body looks more “conventionally” attractive while her ass cheeks dance with a mind of their own with each step she takes that makes said ass truly stand out. On top of that, even though he’s looking at her from the front, Anon can tell from here that her dark gray ponut protrudes obscenely outwards beneath her tail, perhaps even more than Posey’s.
“Um… hello?”
Anon shakes his head. Although he considers himself good at ignoring the majesty of Equestria’s beautiful mares for the sake of dignity and politeness, he’s been caught staring.
“H-hi!”
“Hmhm, you seem flustered. I was expecting a little more from the guy Twilight hyped up so much.”
“You… huh?”
The mare walks right past him, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she looks directly at Posey.
“Posey! Honey, it’s been too long!”
“Vel– woah!” Posey is interrupted by the mare tackling her with a tight squeeze, deftly avoiding putting any undue pressure on her pregnant belly. Anon and Fluttershy step forward in concern, but said concern turns to confusion as both of the older mares begin to laugh. They slowly find their balance, but not before the mysterious unicorn gives Posey a quick peck on the cheek. “It’s nice to see you too, Velvet.”
“Velvet?” Fluttershy and Anon mumble simultaneously. They share a glance before Posey and Velvet turn towards them, each with their own big, blushing grin. “W-wait, you’re Twilight Velvet?”
“The one and only,” she responds with a giggle and a bow. “And you must be Fluttershy. Oh, Twilight’s told me so much about you!” Her gaze turns to Anon, her smile only widening as she does. “While that makes you Anon, the man my daughter is trying to set me up with.”
“I suppose that is exactly what’s going on here, yes. Wasn’t planning on wording it like that, though.”
“Oh, silly me. You’re ‘deciding if I should be in your herd,’ right?”
“I was hoping to approach this with a bit more nuance than that,” he responds while sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. “I mean, not only do I not know anything about you, we haven’t even heard how you feel about any of this yet.”
“Well, aren’t you a gentlecolt,” she replies semi-sarcastically. “Though, don’t forget that the inverse is true as well. I’d like to know a bit more about the handsome fellow before sharing the rest of my life with him, eh?”
She nudges and winks at Posey, who lets out an amused sigh in response.
“Glad to see you haven’t changed, Velvet. Nonny, if you want to go through with Princess Twilight’s proposal, you’d better get used to this.”
“What? Scared you can’t handle a mare that doesn’t have ‘Shy’ in her name?”
Fluttershy and Posey’s eyes droop to half-lids, though Anon can’t help but laugh.
“Well, I’m certainly willing to try!”
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” Velvet purrs beneath her breath quietly enough for no one to hear. “Anyway, let’s go see what my darling daughter has to say about all of this, shall we?”
With a flip of her mane, Velvet takes the lead and begins to trot down another long hallway. The remaining trio share one more amused glance.
This ought to be interesting.
“So.” Princess Twilight Sparkle, successor to Princess Celestia, ruler of Equestria, and savior of the world multiple times over wears a shaky, awkward smile as she begins to have a conversation about whether or not her friend’s husband is going to fuck her mom. “I take it your trip here went well?”
“Very.” Anon nods politely, his own expression just as awkward and forced. He takes a sip from a cup of steaming-hot tea that was placed before him and looks across the small, circular table at the nation’s princess. He’s known Twilight for a long time, but he’s never really stuck his nose in her official princess business. As a result, even though the meeting should be more casual than it is, a combination of the foreign feeling that the imposing castle walls exude and the strange nature of the conversation at hand makes everything much more tense. He recoils slightly at the extremely bitter tea, but finishes his sip regardless. “It gets awfully hot up here in the city, though, doesn’t it?”
“Eh, you get used to it.”
“Right, I suppose you do.”
“...”
“...”
“...Ahem. So. The proposal I sent you.”
“Right, right.”
“Erm… how do you feel about it?”
Her voice cracks as she forces the question out. Anon glances at the empty seats on either side of them. He’d assumed that Fluttershy, Posey, or at the very least the mare they’re discussing would be present, but Twilight insisted that they meet alone.
“Well, the girls were extremely on board with the idea, Posey especially. I suppose I’m mostly just uncertain about the long-term effects this might have on our family.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, for one thing, I barely know your mother. I just met her for the first time thirty minutes ago! Don’t get me wrong, she seemed like a wonderful lady, but it takes more than that to decide you want to marry someone!”
“Well… not really.”
Anon raises an eyebrow at her.
“Not really?”
“If what Fluttershy told me is true, you barely knew Posey when you decided to marry her.”
“That’s… true.” Anon clicks his tongue. “Though it felt a little awkward then, too. Plus, with how close she and Fluts are, I guess it seemed a little less… I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m trying to say.”
“No, no, I understand.” Slowly but surely, the tension in the room begins to lessen. “If I were in your horseshoes, I’d probably feel a little awkward about this, too.”
“You look like you feel a little awkward about this anyway.”
“I… shut up.” Anon laughs while Twilight’s face goes beet red. She pouts, but only for a moment until she, too, starts to giggle at the absurdity. “What the hell are we even doing? This is so ridiculous!”
“You’re telling me. Imagine getting a letter that says ‘Hey, can you fuck my mom? She’s super lonely!’ Like, what am I supposed to do with that? If I say no, it’d be like saying I don’t think your mom is worth it, and if I say yes, I’m telling you to your face that I’m into your mom!”
“Haha! Well, for what it’s worth, she is a catch.” Anon gives her a playful look that she fails to brush off. “What?”
“You’re a dead ringer for her, minus the color and the wings. Are you saying you’re a catch?”
“First of all, yes, I am. Second of all, shouldn’t you be flirting with her instead of me?!”
Twilight’s horn glows as she levitates her teacup into the air and points it accusingly at Anon, though the grins on both of their faces makes it clear that the complaint is insincere.
“Right, I should probably go do that.” He rolls his shoulders before forcing the rest of his tea down. “I take it, then, that you don’t mind if I marry your mother?”
“If I did, I wouldn’t have invited you to do so.” Twilight finishes her tea in turn before her expression turns serious again. “Though, if you’re honest about wanting to take her into your herd, there are still some details you and I need to iron out.”
“Alright, shoot.”
“First of all, I’ve seen what you’ve done to Fluttershy and Posey. You can’t be doing that to my mom.”
“Uhh, you’re going to need to be a bit more specific.”
“Children, Anon. You can’t go knocking my mom up.”
“Why?”
“Because between me being the ruler of Equestria and my brother being the prince of the Crystal Empire, we have a lot of eyes on our family. I don’t think you taking in my mom would be that big of a deal as far as the rest of Equestria is concerned, but if news of Shining and I having another sibling came out, it’d almost certainly bring a lot of undue – and wanted – attention, both to us and to your little herd.”
“Okay, yeah, I guess that makes sense.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
“Twi, I’ve already got three kids on the way. I’m sure my wallet will be nothing but happy to abstain from having even more with your mother.”
Twilight sighs before continuing.
“So long as you understand. Speaking of, therein lies the other matter. I’m sure you’re aware that having that many ponies in one household can be financially demanding.”
“Trust me, I know,” he mumbles, his eyes briefly glancing away.
“I’ll be frank about this: My mom won’t bring much money into your herd. She’s an author, and she’s a damn good one, but she also wasn’t exactly the breadwinner of our family.”
“Hm. Well–”
“Before you continue, I wanted to say that should you accept her, I’ll be providing a substantial dowry. I don’t know how long it’ll last the four of you exactly, but you should be good to go for at least the next few years. Plus, I’m sure that little house of yours will need renovations to accommodate everyone.”
“That’s almost suspiciously convenient.”
“Eh, I made a list of things you’d probably need and planned accordingly.”
“Of course you did.”
“I assume there aren’t any objections to that?”
“Not really. Though, it is kinda strange that you’re marrying your mother off to me, dowry and all, and not the other way around.”
“Believe me, I know. Spike keeps reminding me every ten minutes.” Twilight rolls her eyes before giving Anon one more polite smile. “Now, why don’t you go talk with the mare of the hour? I’m sure the two of you have a lot to discuss.”
“Thanks, Twi,” he earnestly replies as he stands from his seat at the marble table. He gives her a wave as he prepares to leave the room, but he stops just short of the door. “I promise I’ll take care of her.”
“You’d better.”
He nods and opens the door, ready to face the mare he may or may not be marrying.
“Ow!” The mare in question falls onto the floor in front of him as soon as the door opens. He tries to speak, but no words come to him as Twilight Velvet scrambles to her hooves. Her face is flushed and her eyes are shaky as she glances between him and her daughter in the room behind him. “H-hey, you two! Wonderful, er, day, huh?”
“...Mom, were you eavesdropping on us?”
“No?”
“...”
“...”
“...Just go.”
“Thanks, Twi!” Without missing a beat, Velvet grabs Anon’s hand and pulls him out of the doorway with much more force than he was expecting. She doesn’t stop until she’s led him down the hall, around a corner, and into the guest bedroom Anon was assigned. He thought he’d be sharing the room with his wives, but both seem to be missing. “Here we are, a bit of privacy!”
Anon stands hesitantly in the center of the room while Velvet beams up at him. Her eyes twinkle in the dark, and although her excitement should be contagious, he is unmoved.
“W-well, first of all, it’s nice to meet you properly, Miss Velvet.”
“Come on, Anon. No need to be so formal!” She gives him a playful smack on the back. “You don’t have to beat around the bush. Are we or are we not going to get married?”
“L-look, I–”
“Barely know me, right?” She gives him a reassuring smile and saunters over to a nearby table. It isn’t grand like the meeting room Twilight had him in, instead being a tiny little square pressed up against the nearby wall. Two comfortable-looking chairs rest on either side of it, and she eagerly hops into one. “You’re on vacation, I set your wives up with an appointment to the royal spa – they’re comfortable, you don’t need to ask – and we have nothing but time. Come on, take a seat! Let’s get to know each other a little.”
Anon remains silent for some time before running a hand through his hair and plopping himself down in the empty seat across from her.
“I’ve gotta say, this is the weirdest date I’ve ever been on.”
“I was never any good at ‘being subtle’ or ‘having patience.’ Everypony says those are virtues, but those sure as shit didn’t get me Night Light!”
“S-speaking of, if I may… what happened between you and him? I know Twilight, Shining, and Spike grew up and live their own lives now, but no one has told me why he isn’t in the picture anymore. Er, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, by the way.”
“No, I figured you’d ask. And I’m sorry to say, but the answer isn’t that interesting! One day he just stood up, threw a lampshade over his head, and walked right out the door. We never saw him again.”
“...Okay, I was willing to overlook the absurdity of that the first time I heard it, but there’s no way that’s actually true, right?”
“Completely true. No idea what caused it, no idea where he went.”
“Is there some sort of illness going around or something? Why is no one questioning this?!”
“Eh.” Velvet shrugs nonchalantly. “It’s not atypical for stallions without herds to walk out on their wives in their later years. Can’t explain the lampshade thing, but it wasn’t the biggest shock in the world.”
“You don’t seem too torn up about it.”
“L-look, I loved Night Light very much, but his waning interest in me was clear during the last few years of our marriage. He was far from a bad guy, and he was an excellent father, but… well, not every relationship is meant to last forever.” For a moment, the sparkle in her eyes go dim, but they quickly return as she gives Anon a warm smile. “And I have an excellent support network that’s helped me through it. I’d be lying if I said it never bothered me, so I guess you can say I come with some baggage.”
“That’s very, er, honest of you.”
“Better than keeping it a secret from you!”
“Touché.” He mindlessly cracks his knuckles as he thinks of where to take the conversation. “Well, I guess we addressed the elephant in the room first. What, um… what do you do for fun?”
“Oh, honey, everything under the sun! Show me an adventure I’ve never seen before and I’ll show you what a happy mare looks like, hmhm! But, if we’re talking less about grand adventures and more about quiet evenings at home, I’m an author by trade.”
“Oh? What do you write?”
“A little bit of everything. Cute family dramas, murder mysteries, adventure stories, a bit of smut here and there, you name it! Heck, I’ve been getting into poetry lately. Not very good at it, but it’s fun!”
“Oh? What are you working on now?”
“Weeeeelllll~!”
Time flies by as the two continue to discuss their hobbies. When she isn’t out chasing thrills, she likes writing, interior decorating, and collecting technical books that Anon couldn’t hope to understand. He supposes Twilight had to get it from somewhere. Meanwhile, she hangs on his every word as he describes what his home life is like, from the relationship he shares with Fluttershy and Posey to the fact that he’s an excellent cook. That last part especially catches her attention, the reasoning made clear when she admits that she can barely toast toast. With each story, each word, each passing glance, the awkwardness that had been hanging over the entire trip slowly dissipates. By the time the setting sun begins to pour through the window and bathes the room in brilliant orange light, the two feel not like strangers wondering if they should get married and instead like two friends that have known each other forever.
Or maybe it’s just the pheromones that have been slowly but surely driving both of them mad.
“Dang, Posey warned me about your effect on mares. Guess she was right!”
“Huh?”
“Seriously, check this out!” Velvet nods downwards. Following her indirect instruction, he peeks under the table, prompting her to spread her legs apart. Sure enough, a veritable puddle has collected in the seat beneath her, with a small waterfall of mare juices dripping to the floor below. “You really know how to get a gal going! I haven’t been this turned on since… well, since I was a much younger mare, at least! Haha!”
“Ah, sheesh. I’m sorry about that, Vel. I haven’t really figured out how to stop it, yet.”
“First of all, don’t worry about it. I’m not some slut that jumps on the first dick she sees when she’s horny. Besides, it feels really good~.” She shudders with a slight moan before continuing. “Second of all,‘Vel?’”
“Ah, shit.” Anon clicks his tongue. “Sorry. Bad habit.”
“Really, now. We’ve only known each other for a few hours and you’ve already got a pet name for me? I haven’t even decided if I want to join your herd yet!” Despite her words, the smile on her face tells a different story. “Hmhm. I suppose at the end of the day, you’re just a silly little boy, aren’t you?”
“...”
Anon doesn’t respond. At least, not with words. The twitch in his pants most certainly says what words cannot, and Velvet doesn’t fail to notice.
“Well, Nonny. I will say that this little meeting of ours has exceeded my expectations in every possible way.”
“It has?”
“You’re handsome, you’re funny, and I can tell that you’re a good guy. We might be rushing into things a little, but, well, when you get to be my age, you learn to stop hesitating and take the opportunities life gives you.”
“You’re flattering me.” He rubs one of his arms sheepishly. “You make me sound like a catch.”
“Nonny.” He looks up at her. The sparkle in her eyes is still there, but now there’s something more. Much more. And he’s seen that look enough times from his wives to know exactly what the visible hunger in those eyes means. “Setting your little herd aside, a mare would be crazy not to at least try with you. And what do you know? I’m horny, you’re horny, and I’ve got you all.” Her horn glows blue as he feels his collar being gently grabbed with magic. “To.” He is pulled forward slightly. At the same time, Velvet leans onto the table, her smile filled with joy, passion, need. “Myself.”
Not waiting for her to do all the work, Anon closes what remains of the gap between them, eagerly cupping her cheek in one hand as their lips meet. The taste of bitter tea is faintly present on her lips, and Anon finally understands the appeal. She moans as she gives just as good as she gets, wrapping a hoof around his neck as she is practically pulled onto the table in her entirety. Their eyes close, their tongues dance, and their hearts rapidly beat as they lose themselves to the feeling of giving themselves up to the other. Despite both knowing what this sensation feels like, there are few experiences on the planet that can compare to the sheer joy and passion that comes with a first kiss.
And damn if this isn’t an intoxicating one.
“Oh, Celestia, you’re good at that,” Velvet purrs, wiping away the saliva dangling between their mouths. “Ahh~. Well. I think we both know where this is going.”
“Only if you’re okay with that,” Anon mutters. “I don’t want to assume.”
Velvet tilts her head, her eyes briefly half-lidding before clarity spreads across her face.
“Nonny, honey. Are you nervous?”
“I-I…”
“Even though you already have two pregnant wives?”
“S-sorry, Velvet. I guess I’m still not used to how fast things seem to move along here compared to my old world.”
“Well,” she chuckles as she throws decorum out the window and nuzzles up against him while sprawled out on the table. Her coat isn’t silky smooth like Posey’s or Fluttershy’s. Instead, it’s a bit on the thicker side, like a fluffy pillow you’d want to dive right into. It’s a strange contrast against how thin her build is, but it doesn’t make the sensation of having her cheek gently pressing against his face any less comforting. “It’s not exactly customary for us ponies, either. Still, I’ll admit that I’m a bit antsy. I’ve been alone for a long time, Nonny.” She traces circles on his chest with a delicate hoof as her voice lowers. “Even if you decide you don’t want me, would you keep an old mare company this evening?”
“Hey, I never said I didn’t want you!”
“Then why don’t we take this to the bed?”
“I-if you’re sure.”
“Nonny.” Velvet leans in close, the soft caress of her coat making Anon shudder. With her mouth right next to his ear, she speaks with an almost imperceptibly quiet, sultry voice. “Carry mommy to the bed.”
Anon raises no more objections, instead lifting Velvet into his arms effortlessly while enjoying the sound of her delighted laughter. She wraps her hooves around his neck and places another kiss on his cheek while she is gently laid out on the nearby bed. Twilight wasn’t exaggerating about these rooms; The bed is massive, and easily the most comfortable Anon has ever been on.
With Velvet splayed out in front of him, Anon takes the opportunity to really drink her in. Her ass is even more impressive up close, accentuated by her comparably thin belly. The cute, pink inner folds of her dark-gray pussy invite him in closer, and her engorged clit makes an audible squelch and is accompanied by a deluge of liquid excitement when she winks. However, what has Anon really licking his lips is her delicious looking backdoor. The dark ring twitches obscenely, protruding enough to be visible even though the nigh-endless depths of her slappable ass cheeks. He can’t stop himself from running his hands along her butt, doing everything in his power to not dive right in. His hands work their way up, passing over her teats that, especially compared to Posey’s, could barely even be considered average in size.
He still gives them a squeeze though, earning him a soft giggle/moan from his waiting partner.
“Hmhm! That’s a good boy~.”
“You’re really into this ‘mommy’ thing, aren’t you?”
“Twilight told me the deal,” she sighs. “No making foals with my new husband.” She leans her head back and closes her eyes. “There are few things in this world that bring me as much joy as being a mother. I’d love to do that again, but… I understand why I can’t.” Sensing Anon hovering over her, she gives him a tiny smile. “I know this isn’t the same thing, but would you be willing to humor this old mare?”
Anon remains silent for several seconds before closing the gap between them. She squeals in shock, then moans in delight as she feels his lips gently meeting hers. Unlike their last kiss, this isn’t as sensual as it is delicate and filled with compassion. When he pulls away, her view of him through half-lidded, pheromone-flooded eyes makes her wonder if she’s in a dream.
“I’ll do whatever you want me to, mommy.”
“Thanks, baby.”
“How do you want me to start?”
“By giving mommy another kiss.”
That, he is more than willing to oblige. Connecting himself to her once more, Anon closes his eyes and lets the taste of the older mare wash over him. Velvet moans when Anon forces his tongue into her mouth, eagerly exploring her with reckless abandon until she starts fighting back. Unaccustomed to such (Posey and Fluttershy rarely give any resistance), he allows himself to be on the receiving end for a change. Velvet smiles into the kiss as she takes control, all the while playing at his shirt with both of her hooves.
Realizing she won’t get far in their position, Anon uses a free hand to remove his button-up. If she didn’t have her tongue in his mouth, Velvet might have swooned at the sight. However, even with his toned chest before her, her real goal is farther down. Not wanting to disconnect from the kiss just yet, she deftly uses her back hooves to slide his pants below his waist, taking the boxers underneath with them.
And although she didn’t want to break the kiss, the subsequent heavy, meaty slap across her stomach makes her eyes widen and brings a sudden end to her tongue’s assault on his mouth.
“H… holy shit. Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were so… so… monstrous?”
“It isn’t exactly something I bring up in normal conversation?” he answers with a tilt of his head.
“Hmhm, oh, this ought to be good. Come on,” she purrs as she begins to grind her sopping-wet clit against his massive length. “I’ve waited a long time for this. Show mommy how much you love her.”
Anon rests his elbows on the bed while cupping Velvet’s face in both hands. He stares deep into her beautiful blue eyes as he begins to run his length along her needy pussy. He has to pull back almost uncomfortably far for his head to rub against her clit, and by the time his balls smack against her quivering asshole, said head nearly smacks the underside of her chin. With each thrust, Velvet feels her body grow a little bit warmer, a little bit wetter, a little bit better. She wants more.
Velvet begins rocking her hips in tandem with her partner’s thrusts. She feels his cock twitch as it’s slowly lathered in her juices, her natural pheromones making his dick tingle with a growing heat. He tries to keep himself composed, but finds himself moaning in sheer ecstasy from the sensation.
“That’s it baby, let mommy take care of you. You’re doing so good!”
If Velvet’s adoration for Anon or her propensity for praising him wasn’t already obvious, the squirt from her first orgasm most certainly made it so. He pauses his grinding as she wraps her hooves around his forearms, her ass cheeks rippling like water when she trusts forward and absolutely drenches his cock in femcum.
Her bountiful butt plops back onto the mattress as she finishes riding out her orgasm. Her breaths are deep and heavy, and the mixture of heat and pleasure has blurred her eyes. When the details of Anon’s sweating, handsome face become clear again, she smiles and gives him a quick smooch on the lips.
“I think you’ve earned your prize, honey. Go ahead,” she whispers sensually as she grabs her legs and spreads them apart. “Claim mommy as your mare.”
Too breathless to say a word, Anon nods and eagerly backs up enough to line his tip up with the waiting ring of her delectable-looking ponut.
“Ara ara~! I believe that’s the wrong hole, darling.”
“...First of all, did you really just say ‘ara ara?’”
“Just shut up and play along.”
Anon blows a stray hair out of his face before shaking his head.
“Second of all, if my time with the girls is anything to go by, I won’t be able to stop myself after I start. If we don’t want you getting pregnant, I probably need to stick to the backdoor.” Anon looks into her eyes with a serious expression before his own eyes widen and he clears his throat. “Er, assuming that’s okay with you, of course.”
“Oh, honey.” She strokes his cheek with the back of her hoof. “I just told you to make mommy your mare, didn’t I? I belong to you, and only you. You can do whatever you want to me, whenever you want it.”
Anon swallows hard before nodding. Velvet’s lust-filled, delirious grin only grows as she feels his femcum-coated dick begin to slip into her asshole. She grits her teeth and inhales sharply while a wave of cold washes over her. She’s far from sexually inexperienced, but Night Light was never willing to explore the road less traveled. Sure, she’s experimented a bit when she was by herself, but no dick, stallion or otherwise, has ever claimed her like this before.
And sweet Celestia, she LOVES it.
“Ahhhhh! AHHHHH!”
Her moans turn into delighted squeals as he thrusts into her. She’d felt how massive he was earlier, sure, but it’s difficult to appreciate the sheer girth of his superior human dick until it’s ravaging her insides. She was preparing herself to clench down on him, to constrict her anal walls to wring out every bit of pleasure that she could from his musky cock, but not even her prodigious backside can accommodate him without some arousingly painful stretching. No amount of lubricant could ever save her from the fact that now, in this very moment, he is morphing her body, reshaping her into a whore of a mare that can actually take the intense ramming of such a powerful cock.
For a moment, her vision goes white. With each thrust, another wave of pleasure unlike anything she’s ever felt courses through her. She thought she’d be taking care of him, but even now, as his face shows trepidation and his heart yearns to be doted on by his mommy, she can’t deny the natural conqueror in him. She’s already cum more times than she can count, and she’s not sure if he’s even noticed through the rutting he’s giving her.
Oh yeah, she’s definitely marrying this boy.
“OH! Nonny, you’re incredible! Keep going! Give it to me!”
“Y-yes, mommy!”
“Oh, FUCK! You-you’re molding me! You’re going to make sure mommy never sees another stallion again, aren’t you?!”
“I… I…”
“Go ahead, baby! Cum! Cum for me! Mark me as your own! AhhhhHHHHHH!”
Needing to hold onto something, anything, Velvet wraps all four legs around Anon as she squirts all over his chest. She can barely breathe through the ecstasy, but it doesn’t matter. Her inner folds clench down on his dominant length, and she awaits the inevitable flooding of her insides with a delirious smile on her face.
…
…
“...Nonny? Why haven’t you cum?”
“I-I’m sorry, Velvet, but uh… I haven’t even gotten halfway in yet.”
Her eyes shoot open. With her mouth slightly agape, she feels her lower lip quiver when she looks down at their point of contact. Sure enough, even as an unfathomable amount of cock is already inserted deep into her rectum, over half of his length has yet to enter her.
“Oh Celestia.”
“I’m going to go the rest of the way now.”
“W-wait, Nonny, I’m not sure if I can take all of youuuUUUU! NONNY!”
Velvet screams her lover’s name as he grabs her thighs and thrusts with all of his might. Her tongue lolls out of her mouth and her eyes go wide from the feeling of her entire body being violated. A bulge appears in her belly, only to disappear when Anon retracts his cock with a sloppy pop. He thrusts again, and Velvet begins seeing stars. It hurts, but only for a moment. He trusts yet again, and all she feels is the sheer ecstasy of this human boy absolutely dominating her in both mind and body. She opens her mouth to speak, but all that escapes her is a hearty, uncontrolled moan.
“That’s right, mommy. You can take it. You’re doing so good!”
Anon struggles to speak through his delighted pants. Velvet, barely conscious now, manages to register the fact that he’s praising her. She wants to speak up, to tell him that their dynamic is supposed to be the other way around, but instead, all she can do is cum. In that moment, she thinks back to Night Light, a stallion who got off on demeaning her and treating her like a slut. She’s never been treated like this before.
“I love the way you tighten every time I reach your deepest parts!”
She shudders at his words.
“You’re so good at this, Velvet! I love how beautiful you are when you let me rail you like this!”
She moans his name. Every time he speaks words of praise for her, another orgasm overtakes her. She barely has time to finish one before he opens his mouth again and she is hit with yet another.
“I love you, mommy! I want you to be mine forever!”
She wants to keep going, to embrace the sheer euphoria he’s brought into her life. Unlike Posey, she was far from dissatisfied with her old love life. However, in this moment, Anon has proved that she had no idea what a real lover can do. She feels her consciousness begin to slip away.
That is, of course, until her beloved human speaks the magic words she’s been waiting to hear.
“I’m cumming!”
“YES!”
She doesn’t even have the strength to hold him anymore. Instead, she is lifted into his powerful arms and held tightly against his chest. Her screams of utter delight as she feels his already massive cock swell echo throughout the entire castle, undoubtedly loud enough for her daughter to hear. Finally, the sensation of load after load of thick, almost boiling-hot cum flooding her ass finally overtakes her.
She doesn’t know how one man could possibly produce so much cum, but when his ivory bounty begins to squirt out of what little space it can find between his girth and her asshole, it’s only because her belly has already bloated enough to make her look positively pregnant and has nowhere else to go. Realizing it might be legitimately dangerous to keep pumping his seed into her, Anon unsheathes his cock from its resting place, opting to release the rest of his load over her small, albeit cute teats and sticky, matted ass cheeks instead.
With his final rope of seed also comes what little remains of his strength. Anon collapses on top of his milf lover before weakly rolling to the side. He tries to look her in the eyes, but finds that she’s already passed out. A weight briefly settles in his chest until he sees the content smile spread across her face, forcing him to mimic the blissful expression.
Closing his eyes, he gives her a chaste kiss on the cheek and wraps one arm around her, pulling her into his warm embrace as sleep overtakes the both of them.
“Oh, I’ve never felt so relaxed in my life~!”
“Hmhm! I know they’re professionals and all, but I think I still prefer the spa in Ponyville.”
“That’s just because you’re a homebody, dear.”
“And you’re not?”
“Haha, touché! Oh, I hope Nonny notices the coat cleaning I got. I don’t think I’ve been this silky smooth since I was a teenager!”
“I’m sure he’ll be all over you, Mom.”
Fluttershy gently opens the door to her husband’s room. She begins to call out to him, but quickly falls silent before she can finish doing so. She blinks. Next to her, Posey does the same. Both of their pussies wink at the sight of their husband, nude as a newborn babe, conked out next to Twilight Velvet, whose gaping, swollen asshole is pointed directly at them. Posey considers speaking up, only to be met with a squelch as her husband’s cum leaks out of Velvet’s abused tailhole right when she opens her mouth.
“Uhh… hm.”
“Should we, er, leave them to it?”
“Y-yeah, I think that’s a good idea,” Fluttershy mumbles as she and her mother back out of the room and gingerly close the door. “Well, I guess it’s safe to assume we have a new herd sister.”
“Goodness,” Posey mumbles, her face red as a beet as she fans herself with a free hoof. “It’s been a while since he’s taken my butt like that.”
“Wrong hole or not, I don’t think we want our foals to bear the brunt of his ‘affections,’” she giggles as she rubs at her own swollen belly.
“Hnnnnngh. These two can’t come soon enough,” Posey whines.
“You say that like you’re not just gonna make him knock you up again!”
The two share one more laugh as they continue down the now-darkened castle hallway.
Life is about to become a little more interesting, isn’t it?

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                        New Normal                         
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New Normal
“...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! :heart: https://static.fimfiction.net/images/emoticons/heart.png