A New Way to Reconnect

Shining stepped back from the kitchen counter, smirked, and gave a small nod of approval to herself. Now that she’d finally finished getting dinner ready, having just placed a casserole in the oven, there was only one thing to do before her sweet, lovable hubby got home. Turning a bit too quickly, she nearly lost her balance and giggled.

As she twisted her head and looked back at herself, a smile graced her lips. Her flanks were full and juicy, a pair of fat, heavy udders swung just over her crotch, and her belly was distended and taut with her unborn children. She would have said she was the spitting image of a housewife, her duties consisting of looking after the house and her lover, but that wasn’t quite accurate - after all, everypony knew that it was a housewife’s job to look her best.

Prancing out of the kitchen, she made a beeline to the master bedroom. The house was small compared to the Castle of Friendship of the sprawling keep of the Crystal Empire, consisting of three rooms, one and a half bathrooms, a kitchen, and a cozy little den, but it was comfortable and just spacious enough for her, her husband, and their foals.

She slowed as she reached the bedchamber, peered over at her lover’s dresser, and wistfully sighed. It was silly to get crestfallen in his absence, especially because he’d be home shortly, but she couldn’t help it. The sensation of being held, hearing the contented rumble in his voice, and of being appreciated - truly appreciated were second to none. Shaking her head and collecting herself, realizing she didn’t have all the time in the world to daydream, she crossed to her vanity and sent power into her horn.

Though she had no intention of removing her apron, knowing full well that it tended to get her hubby riled up, there were a few things she could do to pretty herself up. Lipstick was a must, typically cherry red, and a touch of blush and eyeliner certainly couldn’t hurt anything. She merrily hummed as she worked, applying her cosmetics with a practiced precision that only came from plenty of experience, until she slowed and looked back.

“Is…is somepony there?” she called out.

Getting no reply, she went back to finishing with her makeup - that was until the unmistakable sound of a squeaking door caused her to freeze. There were only a hoofful of ponies who had a key to the house, and none of them would let themselves in uninvited or without at least announcing themselves. She wasn’t that concerned, shrugging aside her worry while telling herself that crime was practically unheard of in the area - nevertheless, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

Casting a leery eye to the doorway and the gloom of the corridor beyond it, she grimaced. “Hello?”

Silence greeted her, followed by a similar squeak from before. Perhaps she hadn’t properly closed the front door after running out for groceries, or maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her - whatever the case may be, she decided to address the issue and calm her gradually fraying nerves. She gave herself a final once over, ensuring that she was presentable in case it was simply her beloved playing a trick on her, and smiled.

In a word, she was flawless, a paragon of maternal beauty, and the sight of herself warmed the depths of her heart. With a long, luscious mane, gorgeous face, and curves that could and occasionally would draw the eye of stallions while she was out and about, her stunning good looks were only rivaled by her grace. Shifting slightly and balancing on three hooves, she cocked one hind leg to inspect her undercarriage.

There were dairy cows that would envy her succulent, extraordinarily productive pair of teats. Peering down and back at her bosoms, she watched as a bead of milk formed at one darkened nipple. Though it would still be some time until she delivered, she’d begun lactating at an extraordinary rate nearly two months prior. She lowered her leg and ponderously spun in place, taking care not to avoid pinching her bosoms between her creamy thighs, as she turned her attention back to the hallway.

Seeing herself out of the bedchamber, she trotted to the foyer and found the door open. There was no sign of a forced entry, and nothing was out of place in the entryway or the living room, which was both relieving and a bit unsettling. If her hubby was playing a joke and scaring the living daylights out of her, she was going to be very, very cross with him.

“I swear,” she huffed, trotting to the door, “I’m going go…”

She fell silent and motionless when she saw it. Looming just outside, so tall that their head wasn’t fully visible beyond the door frame, was the dark figure of a behemoth. Unable to move, barely able to breathe, she was gripped with indecision. Should she run away? Was this really happening? Should she scream for help? Utterly petrified, it was all she could do to watch as the giant stooped down, stepped into the foyer, and gingerly closed the door closed behind itself.

“What’s a pretty mare like you doing all alone on a Friday night?” it growled, affixing her with its emerald gaze.

“I…I…” she sputtered, stepping back and creating a gap between herself and her uninvited guest.

A dragon - she was facing a monstrous dragon. The beast was leagues larger than she was, its frame swollen with slabs of thick, powerful muscle, and she had no doubt that it could overpower her with no effort whatsoever. Craning her neck to gaze up at its face, seeing the broad, fang-filled grin on its slavering muzzle, her heart skipped a beat. Even if she’d had some warning that she’d be visited by such a creature, there was next to nothing she could do to defend herself.

Sinking to one knee and leaning toward her, the titan reached out and drew a clawed finger from her jaw to her chin. “Well?”

She found the courage to look away, emboldened by the thought of her lover, and turned her eyes to the floor. “I’m w…waiting for my husband to get home. He s…should be here any minute, s…so I suggest you leave…”

“That’s funny,” the beast chuckled, sending small gouts of harlequin flame from its nose. “Bet you’ve got a big, strong stallion who takes real good care of you ~ eh?”

Slapping his hand away, she defiantly leered up at him. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

“Tch,” he clucked and shook his head. “Babe, if you want a real stud, you gotta broaden your horizons.”

She fought the urge to look at his pecs, defined abs, massive arms, and definitely - definitely anything below his waist. “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

As she went to turn her head, he seized her horn and kept her from moving. “Then let me show you…”

His grip was that of iron, reminding her of just how precarious her situation was, but it only lasted for a moment. Remaining where she stood, fearful of what he’d do if she tried to flee, she watched as he rose to his full height. She’d heard that dragons could grow to impressive sizes, with their former ruler being nearly as big as a castle, but his imposing height and incredible build made even the beefiest stallion look small in comparison.

“There ain’t a stallionhood on the planet that can rival this,” he mused as he placed his hands on his hips.

Only reluctantly lowering her gaze, if only to placate him, she knit her brow. “I don’t know what…”

Her jaw went slack and hung open as saw what he was talking about. Too heavy to stand under its own weight, the biggest, fattest cock she’d ever laid eyes on emerged from his groin and drooped toward the floor. It only made sense that a creature his size be particularly well-endowed, but this was insane.

“Yeah,” he snickered, flexing his pelvis and sending blood surging into his length, “I get that reaction a lot from pony bitches like you.”

What should she say ~ what could she say? Face to face with a dick that was bigger than her leg, the sort of thing that only the horniest, most overzealous or masochistic mares would ever dream about, she sensed her pulse quicken. Even with hours of foreplay and all the lube in the world, it would be impossible for him to cram something so massive into a pony ~ right?

He inched forward and brought his slavering cock closer to her. “Wanna suck it ~ don’t you?”

His question wrenched her back to reality. “I…I would never, I’m a married mare! I’m going to have to ask you to leave, mister…”

“Heh,” he laughed. “Most mares are calling me daddy, sir, or even master at this point, so I’ll give you a bit of credit. If you gotta call me something, you can call me Lance.”

“W…well, Lance,” she muttered, forcing herself to look away from his goods and to the door behind him. “As nice as it was meeting you, I’d like you to leave!”

His attention drifted from her face, over her back, and eventually settled on her flank as a low, approving growl escaped him. “And if I want to stay and visit for a bit…?”

Caught at an impasse, she looked between his face, his gargantuan dick, and the door at his back. This was bad. Should he try to force himself on her, she’d be screwed in an all too literal sense of the word - even if he didn’t, it wasn’t like she could force him to leave! She’d have to buy herself some time, if only in the hope that her husband would return soon, so she cleared her throat and shied back.

“Bet you’re sopping wet right now,” he hummed. “How about you turn around and let me see just how excited you are.”

“I don’t think - Eeep!” she squeaked as he stepped forward, grabbed her by the shoulders, and spun her around. “L…let me go!”

“Yeah, I don’t - wait,” he grunted. “The heck is this?”

Peeking back at him, she scowled. “I didn’t ask you to look!”

She had no doubt what had sparked his question. Though she was exquisitely knocked up, she wasn’t exactly a mare - not in the traditional sense of the word. Hidden behind her udders was a small, all but vestigial stallionhood and coin purse. Expecting the boorish and pushy dragon to be disgusted and lose all interest in her, she gasped when kneaded her ass and spread her cheeks apart.

“Ya know, for some sort of sissy bitch, you’re still looking tasty as all get-out,” he snickered, running his thick, forked tongue over his lips. “Don’t mind if I help myself to a snack ~ do ya?”

As she gazed past his face and to his immense cock, her pucker winked. She loved her husband, she really did, but being in the presence of somepony so domineering and huge tickled her servile, marish instincts like nothing ever had. With a blush creeping into her cheeks, she shook the invasive, unwanted thoughts from her mind.

“I’m married,” she softly repeated, almost as though she was trying to convince herself to remain faithful.

Effortlessly lifting her from the floor, he stood and brought her rump closer to his face. “I’d never do anything to offend a fine, married mare like you,” he mockingly insisted, “but…”

“B…but…?” she asked.

“But this ain’t cheating. You’re just being a good housewife by offering your guest an appetizer,” he cooly replied.

“There are some - Aaaaaghn!” she groaned as he closed his jaws around her pelvis and sank his tongue into her.

Wracked with bliss that was elevated by her trace of lingering fear, she moaned out and wriggled halfheartedly in his grasp. Having her ass eaten was a particular favorite of hers, although it was rare that she got to enjoy it. As pre-cum flowed from her flaccid, useless clit of a colthood, her eyelids fluttered.

Mere minutes prior, she’d been wishing her husband would barge in to rescue her - now, held aloft with what had to be over a foot of dragon tongue snaking into her guts, the thought of her beloved returning lost its luster. It would be clear to anypony watching her that she was enjoying herself, even without openly confessing it, and to be caught in such a scandalous, adulterous act may just threaten her marriage! Pitting her willpower against her growing lust, she renewed her efforts to escape.

Lance reared back and smacked his lips, leaving strands of saliva connecting him to her rump. “And here I thought you were some sort of sissy or something!”

“W…what?” she bleated while he flipped her onto her back.

“These cow tits, that juicy cunt of yours,” he continued before momentarily suckling on one of her breasts. “You’re nothing but a needy little broodmare ~ ain’t ya?”

A part of her wanted to tell him yes, to confess that she wanted nothing more than to be bent over and fucked into a coma, but she kept her lips sealed and locked eyes with him. “I wouldn’t cheat on my husband.”

Holding a claw to his chest, he lowered her and placed her back on her hooves. “Pardon me, ma’am. I’m so, so sorry for letting my libido get the better of me!”

She shuffled around to face him and nodded. “As you s…should be.”

“Tell you what,” he said with a grin. “How’s about you give me a goodbye kiss?”

Keeping her eyes on his face, she squinted. He was up to something, she just knew it, but she’d be darned if she could say what it was. As thrilling as it had been to get sensually accosted by a big, beefy dragon, it truly was in her best interest to not to go fooling around behind her husband’s back. Irrespective of her raging hormones and wanton desires, she had to behave.

He leaned in and stopped with his snout just shy of her awaiting, pursed lips. “You didn’t think I meant that kind of kiss ~ did you?”

Laughing to himself, he straightened up and grabbed the base of his dick in one hand while clutched the back of her head with the other. In the blink of an eye, his immense, slimy tool was pressed against her face. Taken completely off guard, expecting to give him nothing more than a peck on the cheek, she shuddered when she inhaled sharply though her nose.

His scent was far more potent than any pony’s, and the heat of his loins - stars above, his dick was swelteringly hot. Taken aback, she tried to collect herself - tried in that her self-restraint was dealt a crippling blow. She’d once been a stallion, and an impressive one at that, yet being so close to a male of Lance’s caliber tapped into the most submissive parts of her brain.

Waggling his hips, he smeared his cock over her face. “Pretty nice ~ ain’t it?”

With her thoughts fogged with lust, and heart hammering away in her bosom, she dumbly nodded and gulped. Every instinct she had told her to submit to him, to forget about her husband, but she wouldn’t - couldn’t. Throwing away her future and what would be her happy family for a tryst would be foolish - still, the temptation to do just that grew stronger with every passing second.

She uneasily inched away from him and turned her eyes upward. “Just a k…kiss?”

Nodding down at her, he touched the tip of his length to her lips. “Just a kiss, that’s all.”

“Alright,” she sighed.

Just kiss his dick, then she would shoo him away and forget this had ever happened - it was as simple as that. Taking a breath to steady herself, she inadvertently drank in his heavenly musk and shuddered. She puckered up, reminded herself that this would all be over soon, then gagged as her jaw was driven open and airway filled.

“French kiss, bitch,” Lance guffawed, driving his hips forward and burying every inch of his shaft into her face.

Thrown off balance by the sheer force of his thrust, she fell back onto her haunches. How was this possible? She’d sucked dick more times than she could count, but to have something so enormous filling her throat and tickling the inside of her stomach was insane! With her nose pressed to his groin, and her lips sealed around the knotted base of his shaft, she peered up with wide, tear-streaked eyes.

He rolled his eyes and gave her a pat on the head, heedless or uncaring of her plight. “Don’t give me that look. I know you were just dying to have a taste of his fat dragon dick. Now be a good slut and let me swab that throat of yours.”

Gagging around him, she was pulled forward when he rolled his hips back and hauled his knot from her snout. Her airway was completely stuffed, stretched beyond capacity, and she was utterly at his mercy. She should have been stricken with terror, seeing as how she’d been set upon by a dragon who may well tear her to shreds after he was done having some fun with her, although the thrill of being used overshadowed her horror.

What would her neighbors think if they saw her like this - worse yet, how would her husband react if he trotted in and caught her getting her face plowed? Rocking forward and back, sputtering and taking sips of air when she could, she steadily went lightheaded from more than just the lack of oxygen. She’d never spoken of it to anyone, especially her betrothed, but she’d always fantasized about being despoiled in such a shameful way.

“There it is,” Lance snarled, freeing most of his incredible length. “I’d know that look anywhere. You’re enjoying this…”

It was a statement more than a question, calling her out and seeing through the gossamer veneer of her resistance. Dragons held a magic all their own, something far different from what even the most powerful unicorns had, but he couldn’t see into her soul ~ could he? Glancing over and realizing his hand had slipped from her head, that she’d been sitting there while nursing on his thick, spear-like cock-head, she pulled back and swallowed a mouthful of his thick, salty pre-cum.

“Aren’t you?” Lance pressed.

Her eyes shot down his enormous, vascular shaft and to his groin. It was hard to consider she’d just had the colossal thing down her gullet, although its pliability, paired with Lance’s strength, had allowed her to take him to the hilt in her muzzle. A deep, familiar ache radiated through her abdomen, compelling her to answer.

“Y…yeah,” she whispered, unwilling to look him in the eye.

Shifting, Lance glanced over to a framed picture sitting in the foyer. “That your husband?”

She looked over to the photo and gave a timid nod. “Yeah, we’ve been together for -”

“Cute little thing like you should have a real stud,” Lance interrupted with a snort. “Trust me, I’d be real sweet on ya.”

It was pretty hard for Shining to get flustered, but be darned if being hit on then face-fucked by the giant reptile didn’t get her a little hot and bothered. Fighting back a smile, she fidgeted in silence. She knew she was blushing, and that her sheepish act wasn’t fooling anypony, but what was she supposed to do?

Lance twisted to face her. “He any good in bed?”

“I - um…” she faltered, genuinely unsure of what to say. Her husband was decent in bed, but he left much to be desired - especially now that she was expecting. Weakly shrugging, she turned her eyes up at his face. “He’s alright…”

“Just alright? Hah!” Lance barked. “Lemme tell ya, if you were my mare, I’d make sure you stayed satisfied - heck, I’d do better than that. If you could walk right after I pumped a clutch of eggs into ya, I’d be disappointed in myself.”

The assertion did nothing to quell her burgeoning desires. She’d never once thought about cheating on her husband, although being in the company of a hulking, exceedingly well-hung dragon was changing that. It had been ages since she’d gotten a proper rutting, having to satisfy herself most of the time, so nopony would blame her if she had to give herself to him ~ right?

She couldn’t simply bend over and present herself like a needy whore, but she no longer wanted Lance to leave either. As she contended with her wildly clashing thoughts, Lance stepped by her and into the living room. The good news was that the titan was in no hurry to leave - the bad news was that every second he was there chipped away at what little time was remaining until her lover got home.

“You got a nice place,” he remarked as he seated himself on the couch and propped his feet on the coffee table.

“Thanks,” she murmured, trotting over to him. “C…can I offer you something to drink?”

“Says the thirsty slut,” he snickered. “But no, seriously, I’m sorry about being so forward. The last thing I’d want is to end up as a homewrecker…”

Watching him lazily jack himself off, she licked her lips. “What a…about a snack?”

He straightened and peaked a brow. “Ya know, a snack would be pretty nice. C’mere for a sec.”

She did as he asked with only the slightest bit of reservation. There were plenty of goodies in the kitchen, including some leftover pie she’d made the night prior, and she’d be happy to be a good host for him. Coming up to the sofa, she gasped when he shot forward and scooped her up.

“Since you offered,” he purred as he turned her around and brought her backside to his face.

Given no time to protest, she mewled when he set to feasting on her ass. She’d been close to cumming the first time, when he’d spontaneously given her the mother of all rim-jobs, and the suddenness of his assault demolished her waning composure. With her bitch-button smashed by his tongue, she arched her back and spurted jizz over his chest and abdomen.

Instead of relenting and giving her a second to recover, he doubled down and shifted one hand. His thick fingers blindly played over her tits, groping and coaxing milk from her udders, as he groaned into her. This was amazing - no, better than amazing, and she yearned for it to never end.

She heaved air into her chest, riding out her ecstasy for as long as she could, and lowered her head. His cock twitched excitedly at his loins, jerking and weeping pre-cum. Any sensible mare would have collected herself and demanded she be put down, particularly after climaxing, although there was only one thing on her mind - a fat, throbbing something that sang a siren’s song to the most sinful part of her soul.

“Mwah,” Lance theatrically exclaimed when he dragged his tongue from her gaped hole. “I could eat this ass until the cows come home!”

“You can do m…more than that,” she meekly breathed.

Turning her enough to look at her face, Lance stiffened. “What was that?”

“You can do more than that,” she repeated, a bit louder this time.

He twisted and sat her down next to himself before dusting his hands off. “Nah - like I said, I’m not about to ruin a happy marriage.”

Glancing back and forth from his face to his dick, she wrinkled her nose. “You w…wouldn’t be ruining any-”

“I’d ruin it when I ruined your ass,” he tutted, wagging a finger at her. “After you had a taste of this, nothing, and I mean nothing would be able to satisfy you but dragon cock.”

She looked over at the door and took a step closer to him. To Tartarus with it - after everything that had just happened, she had to go all the way. Should her hubby catch her in the act, she could always lie and tell him she’d been given no choice - yes, it was a bit underhoofed, but her self-control had reached its limit. Clamoring onto his chest, she eased herself down and back until she felt his cock-head slip into her.

She’d been going to take things slowly, giving herself plenty of time to adjust to the mammoth intrusion - unfortunately, Lance wasn’t nearly as patient as she was. Grabbing her hips, he forced her down and sheathed nearly the entirety of his mammoth length into her. Her eyes shot wide, her back arched, and spunk flowed from her button mushroom of a colthood as she was overcome with unimaginable bliss.

Sliding one hand up to her lower back, Lance planted his feet and thrust his hips. “That’s more like it. Anypony ever tell you that you’ve got a cute clit on you?”

Her reply was a guttural groan. She’d always thought she’d known what sex was, having bedded a number of stallions before meeting her hubby, but she’d been wrong. Every other time she’d gotten laid was downright pitiful compared to the sensations Lance afforded. The sense of complete fullness, the heat permeating through her core, and having her stuffed entrance bouncing on an incredibly thick knot - they flayed her sanity with how phenomenal they were!

With her mind slipping, she reclined in his grasp and tightened her grip on his monstrous dick. “It’s amazing!!!”

“Is it?” he quipped without slowing his pace. “Don’t tell me it’s better than your husband’s!”

As his motions ground to a halt, leaving her impaled on his shaft, she flew into a frenzy and began fucking herself on him. There was a point at which anypony would break - for her, having a dragon rearranging her insides was that point. In spite of her marriage, unborn lovefoal, or the fact that her husband could traipse in at any moment, her passion had reached a fevered pitch.

“It…it’s so much better!” she screamed, trembling wildly as another climax overtook her.

She took no pride in giving voice to such an admission, but it was true. Her husband was affectionate, kindhearted, and had done more for her than anypony on the planet, although there was one thing he didn’t have - an endowment that dwarfed any stallionhood on the face of the planet. Brazenly working her ass on Lance’s cock, she howled and only lost her rhythm when she was hit with a third, even more potent orgasm.

Moving in tune with him, she rode him with the zeal of a mare half her age. He could have visited anypony, but he’d chosen her. Maybe it was a coincidence, or perhaps fate had brought him to her door - in any case, she was thankful for his unexpected visit. It was too late to go back, she’d already crossed a line, and she yielded to her primal urges.

Lance’s cock was nothing short of godly in every possible way. From its amazing size and the textured shaft to its shape, the draconic length made every other stallionhood she’d ever had the good fortune of experiencing seem pathetic. She knew it was wrong, that she was an awful pony for even considering it, but she couldn’t shake the idea of sneaking out behind her husband’s back to scratch her newfound itch.

Wiggling her ass against his knot, she glanced back at him. “H…harder…”

He grinned and draped his head over her shoulder. “Since you asked so nicely…”

Plowing her with a strength that was hard to fathom, he growled and gave her what she craved. It was a bit unfortunate that they were seated on a couch, because she would have loved nothing more than to have him take her from behind or in a missionary position. He was just so huge, immeasurably powerful and domineering, that she wanted to experience everything he had to offer.

He was relentless, screwing her from one climax to another without a shred of remorse, and only grew more fierce as the minutes gradually passed. She’d cum more in the last hour than she had in several months! Meeting his zeal, she ground her tush against the bulbous root of his dick and whimpered.

“Such a shame,” Lance pouted. “Looks like she’s done with you, pal…”

Coming to a screeching halt, Shining twisted and looked back over her shoulder. With his mouth agape, a pony stood just within the foyer - the same pony who’s picture was situated next to him. Guilt and pity welled up within her, crushing her hedonism in a heartbeat, yet they were snuffed out by blinding rapture when Lance picked up the slack and continued to fuck her.

“H…honey…?” the stallion fretfully inquired, staring wide-eyed over at her.

Shining kept her eyes on him as she rode out her orgasm. The regret and self-pity that wracked her was exceeded by the mind-numbing pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being, although her rapture was magnified by something she hadn’t expected - acceptance. She’d longed for this, to rutted like the mare she was at heart, and seeing her beloved did nothing to hinder her.

“I…I’m sorry,” she wailed, throwing her ass down to meet Lance’s bucking hips. “It’s just too good…”

Her confession alone drove her to the cusp of another climax and flung her deeper into the depths of delirium. She’d once been a demure, well-mannered housewife, but that was no longer the case. Like a desperate whore, she squeezed Lance’s length and fought against his downstrokes.

Inspired by the extra company, Lance took her hind legs in his claws and turned her to face her husband. “If you wanna see how a real stud does it, come a little closer.”

To Shining’s shock, the stallion crept forward. His face hovered less than a foot from her groin, and he made no move to stop her - in fact, if his expression was anything to go by, he was entranced by the sight of her diminutive clit, tiny coin purse, swaying breasts, and filled pucker. She would have forgiven him for being angry or storming out, yet he watched her with wrapt awe.

“It…it’s - Oh buck!” she mewled as Lance sank his knot into her.

Cum flowed from her until her dainty little balls had run dry, although the ride was far from over. Effectively immobilized by the giant dragon, she was used like a flimsy-sex toy. Her eyes rolled wildly, unable to focus on any one thing, until they settled on the turgid length hanging below her husband. Seeing how small he was compared to Lance would have been electrifying in and of itself, but realizing he was excited at the spectacle of her being ruthlessly demolished by a creature many times her size was the final nail in her coffin.

“Getting close…” Lance rumbled.

“Inside!” she shouted. “D…do it inside!”

She locked eyes with the stallion as Lance roared and filled her. A tsunami of seed surged through his pulsing shaft and into her, making her already gravid belly swell with the unimaginable influx of magma-like essence. Rocked by a final climax of her own, one which only managed to push a trickle of thin pre-cum from her lifeless colthood, she went limp against his chest.

“Guess that makes her mine now,” Lance snarled down at the awestruck pony.

Bringing a hand to her head, he turned her to face him and sank her tongue into her muzzle. The lights faded overhead, the three went still, and a silence fell over the room. It was the perfect ending to a perfectly perverse scene, but it wasn’t where things were going to end.

“Cut!” a voice blared.

The lights blazed back to life, ponies began milling about, and the cameramare lowered her equipment to the floor. Shining begrudgingly withdrew, reluctant to break the passionate kiss, and peered up at her lover - her real lover. The titanic dragon smiled and gave her a small, tender peck on the horn that warmed the depths of her heart.

“Gonna need to see how this looks in editing, but I think that’s a wrap,” the director, a small griffon announced as he sauntered up. “You two good?”

Shifting Shining just a touch, Spike lifted a clawed finger. “A few towels would be nice. You know how bad she leaks after a creampie like this.”

“Towels,” the griffon shouted. “You two did great!”

Shining constricted her hole around Spike’s softening knot, trapping most of the cum within her ass, although it was impossible to stop a steady flow of the thick, virile cream from seeping out of herself. “Had to ad lib that last part ~ huh?”

“Come on, don’t act like it wasn’t perfect,” Spike snickered, lowering a hand to caress her stomach. “Maybe we should ask Cadance for a guest appearance.”

“Yeah, and - actually, that’s not the worst idea,” Shining mumbled.

Aside from embracing her slutty side with open forelegs, becoming a porn star of some renown, a lot had changed in her life. She and Spike had gotten their own place, a little cottage on the outskirts of Ponyville, and her due date was rapidly approaching. Expecting a clutch of eggs wasn’t the craziest thing to happen to her, all things considered, although she was still shocked that her ex-wife had taken a dragon lover of her own.

Cadance hadn’t just remained one of her closest, most trusted friends, she’d found herself a big, scaly stud-muffin of her own. Nopony in Equestria knew that the Princess of Love had moved on, assuming that she and the former Prince had parted ways amicably, but there were whispers that her newest champion, a hulking brute of a dragon named Fang, was more than just an oversized bodyguard.

Nuzzling her neck and shaking Shining from her thoughts, Spike folded his arms around her. “You think she’d go for it?”

“Sssssssh,” she hissed. “She might, but I’ll have to ask her - plus she’d definitely need a disguise.”

Protecting Cadance’s reputation was all well and good, but she had her own skin to worry about as well. Everypony knew who she was - well, who she used to be, but she kept her professional and home life separated. When she was out and about, or with friends or family, she was Shining Armor - on stage, she was Gleaming Shield, the sissy bottom-bitch who had a profound weakness for dragon cock. The last thing in the world she wanted was for Flurry to find out that her second mother was in the smut industry, and she’d hate for her unborn hatchlings to be teased about their mom’s choice of career.

Peeking back at Spike, she smirked. “This might sound weird, but do you ever worry colts or fillies will see any of these movies we’re making?”

Spike rubbed the back of his head and looked away. “I wouldn’t want them to, but you know how foals are ~ why? You worried some little colt will get inspired by seeing you?”

The notion was both unsettling and more than a little arousing for Shining. On one hoof, she’d hate to think a young pony would ever have access to such scandalous material - on the other, it would be kind of hot if some poor stallion out there was motivated to accept their true self because of her. Craning her head and kissing Spike’s cheek, she sighed and settled on changing the subject.

“Think of any names yet?” she countered as a fluffer rushed over with a towel.

Standing and holding her to his chest, Spike took the proffered linen with his free claw. “A few, but let’s save that discussion for dinner.”

The mere mention of food made Shining’s tummy rumble. Being pregnant had been one heck of a wild experience, and she’d loved every second of it - yeah, the sore hooves, odd cravings, and insatiable libido could be a pain in the flank sometimes, but they’d been worth it. Carried off to the changing room by Spike, she smiled from ear to ear. Her life had had a number of twists and turns, some bigger than others, although she wouldn’t have changed a thing - not now that she’d truly found herself…