No.

The word so short, simple, and utterly crushing.

Anon took one of the proffered brown bottles from his poofy, pink-haired friend as he remembered just how thoroughly he had been shut down by the beautifully stern mare. The Pie family manor’s front hallway wasn’t the most ignominious of places to drink a commiserative alcoholic beverage… but it wasn’t far off, either.

“I already had my guts ripped out once today.” Anon slugged back the bottle of custom-made homebrew ale. ”Might as well give Nurse Redheart a good reason to replace my intestines the next time.”

“Aww, c’mon Nonny,”” Pinkie cajoled, trying to cheer him up. “It isn’t that bad.”

“What? Your mom’s rejection or this horrifying rock-based beer?” Anon endured a second swing, but gulped the amber, fizzy liquid, followed by a satisfied gasp. “Actually, I gotta say, for something tearing thousands of micro-lacerations into my esophageal lining—this is pretty tasty.”

“Right?” Pinkie snorted. “And I was referring to mom’s rejection.” Pinkie bounced Anon with her mile-wide smile stretching across her face. “Now that you’ve told me exactly what she said, I don’t even know why you’re so upset!”

“Pinkie.” Anon rubbed his forehead with a groan. “Did you miss something? She literally said she finds me disgusting and uncouth. That your dad ensures her rocks get off every night. And that the probability of us banging is about the same that Twilight Sperg-lord manages to get a date.”

“Pshhh.” Pinkie blew a small raspberry, rolling her eyes “That's my mom playing hard to get.” Pinkie giggled while falling onto her back, rolling around in laughter. “Trust me. If she really didn’t want you hitting on her…”

Pinkie stopped laughing and rolling, sitting upright, stock, and twisting to glare at Anon. The goofiness of her hair flattened, straightening.

“You’d be dead.”

Chills licked across Anon’s spine. The bulb above flickered violently, moments of darkness met by mere seconds of light. Winds crashed against the glass with faint cracks striking. The wooden floors groaned below him. Anon swallowed, tried to gulp away the sense of foreboding.

“So look on the bright side! She didn’t kill you, right?” Pinkie smiled as life flooded across her frame and blood pumped through her veins once more. Talk about bipolar. “That means you’ve still got a shot! Give her barrel a roll, cowboy!”

“Uh.” Anon stammered. He wiped the cold sweat drying his brow... “I’m not sure about that one, Ponk. Pretty sure my MILF quest dies here. No way to complete the mom-six, I guess.”

“Silly Nonny, how were you ever going to get AJ’s mom?”

“I dunno. A will and a way and all that.” Anon shrugged and took another deep swig of beer.

“That’s the spirit!” Pinkie zoomed next to him, her hooves squeezing his cheeks and shaking him sideways. “And you still have the will, right?”

Anon sighed and slumped against the wall. “I don’t know, Pranka, that was pretty much the most stone-cold rejection I’ve ever received. How am I supposed to recover from getting crushed that hard?”

Pinkie grinned up at him. Her eyebrows naughtily fluttered.“Oh really? So you’re saying you’ve lost your will, huh?”

Still facing him, the pink cupcake creator took one of her hooves off Anon’s cheeks and ran them down his chest. The human swallowed his latest mouthful of beer as the pink appendages pressed through his shirt, feeling his chest and sliding down his belly.

“P-Panka…” The furs of her hoof were ticklish against his skin. “K-Knock that off.”

“Oh? What’s this? Is the mopey, groany, whiney-hiney human ticklish?” She grinned. “Am I gonna have to tickle him until he cheers up?”

“Haha… S-st-stop… hahaha!”

Anon tried to push the tickling hoof away.

“Or maybe, he’s more ticklish… down here.” Pinkie slid her hoof into his crotch, mashing his frank and beans against the inside of his leg with due care but clearing taking liberties with her groping as she smiled with a predator’s confidence into Anon’s face.

Instinctively, Anon flinched, shutting his legs against the predatory invasion’. But the rock-farmer turned baker slid her hind leg between his knees, her earth-pony strength easily prying his legs apart, granting her access to molest his privates.

“Nngh… f-fuck Pinks…” Anon groaned. The skillful hoof was rousing him, coaxing a heat into his groin that would rapidly throb into a full-blown, stiff, fire. He pressed himself off the wall he had been leaning against only for the steel beneath of Pinkie’s other forehoof to plant itself on his shoulder, slamming him against the wall—pinning him.

“See… if my little colt-friend is low on willpower, Aunty Pinkie will just have to give it to him.” Pinke grinned as she pony-handled the human, making him feel as impotent as a toddler fighting a UFC champion.

“‘Cuz I know for all your bluster and bravado Nonny, what you really want is a mare who can take what she wants.” Pinkie slipped her hoof over the edge of Anon’s waistband, the frog of her hoof taking hold of his junk and giving him a playful, but powerful squeeze.

“F-fuck!” Anon breathed, half-whimpering.

“Obviously!” Pinkie giggled. “That’s what you’re wanna do, my little stud-man.” Pinkie growled and gave a nip to the underside of Anon’s chin, which was as high as she could reach while up on her rear hooves. “But not to me, silly…”

Anon grunted, reaching out for the pink mane of the blue-eyed sexual assaulter accosting him only to whiff entirely. In a blur, the mare had dodged under his grasp and turned around to face away from him while on all fours. Instead of grabbing pink hair, he had grabbed pink tail.

But she didn’t even give him a second to dislodge himself from the wall, before slamming back against him with her deliciously pudgy and dangerously powerful, round, soft, ass.

“No, if you think I’m being rough, you’re just a big sissy-missy.” Pinkie grinned over her shoulder as she ground that beautiful ghetto booty against him. It was all he could do to clench the handful of tail that he’d gotten hold of as Pinkie’s pillowy cheeks sandwiched his half-staff flagpole, as she scooched left and right in a way that dragged the fabric of his sweatpants across his sensitive bits.

“Nonny, my mom’s butt would have put you through this wall by now.” Pinkie grinned, as she started to twerk backward into his hips, crushing his pelvic bones into a fine powder.

“And while my donut-holes are all sweet, and soft….” Pinkie giggled, directing her eyes downward as she stared over her shoulder at Anon, a clear instruction for him to do the same. Anon did so and saw Pinkie’s fat, wide, pink tailhole under her dock, and just the barest hint of something a different shade of pink below… before her whole plot mashed back into his crotch with a grinding quiver. “My mom’s tighter and harder than a diamond. She’ll snip you right off, Nonny.”

“F-fuck… P-pink.” Anon groaned, reaching down with his free hand to hook the band of his sweatpants and start pulling them down, trying desperately to free himself and get the skin on skin contact with the delicious heat source he could feel through the cotton of his pants. He couldn’t believe how quickly this was happening, but he certainly wasn’t complaining.

He’d been hit on a few times by Pinkie, of course, but he’d always thought it to be just her playful and teasing manner - knowing how to make friends with someone who followed the path of the lewd by being an obnoxious cock-tease - really, the only way to befriend a troll is to out shitpost them.

But she had that weird-ass Al Yankovic clone boyfriend, not to mention Anon suspected (and accused) her of giving free blowies to every new stallion that wandered into town. He’d never really thought that he’d had a shot with the spunky sparkplug. And yet here she was. Grinding her butt all up on him.

His now fully erect stiffness slid between the cushy-pillows of pony-ass sliding, flopping up onto the bottom of her tailbone each time she would press back and down. He managed to pop his purple tip out from his waistband edge during one of Pinkie’s pumping rocks, finally rubbing his throbbing need against the soft fur of her back.

Anon hiked Pinkie’s tail up with one hand and grabbed himself with the other, hoping to position himself appropriately on Pinkie’s next forward movement to enter her on the following back-stroke. “Shit, Pinks… I’m gonna fuck y-…”

“Ah, ah, ah!” Pinkie clicked her tongue, then proceeded to slam all her strength rearward with alarming speed, pinning Anon’s member up against his belly. “I think you’re confusing me for my mom, Anon… you only bang MILFs, remember?”

“I… I could make an exception,” Anon grunted, trying with all his might to push the sumptuous pony hips away from him, so he could line-up and ram his rod home. “I have in the past… pretty much anypony except Flutters is fair game, really.”

“No, no, no…” Pinkie scolded, wiggling left and right. Anon could only moan as he felt the hot, wet kiss of Pinkie’s steamy nethers against his balls, the warm embrace of her ponut against his mid-shaft, and the tickling hairs of her tail against his cock head. “Trust me Anon… the plot you really want is my mom’s.”

“Can’t I have both?”

“Nuh-uh.” Pinkie bent her legs and arms slightly, scooching her bottom downward and dragging the waistband of Anon’s sweats down with her - freeing the human’s sizable manhood to flop onto her lower back with a meaty thwap. Pinkie looked over her shoulder, eyes widening at the sight of just far up her back the human’s thick length rose. “Wowee… and seeing that makes me realize that the stud my mom wants is you. I think you’re a little too big for me, Nonny.”

“Y-you’re pretty stretchy, though…” Anon begged, hooking his hands into the pudge of hips.

“Whoops!” Pinkie giggled, slipping forwards quickly, causing Anon to slip and fall forward onto his knees, sweatpants around his thighs, his shame bobbing in the air pathetically. “Would you look at the time? I gotta get back to Ponyville.”

“Wh… WHAT!?” Anon screamed, throwing his arms wide in disbelief before motioning back to his junk. “What the fuck Pinkie?”

“I’ve got cupcakes in the oven, Nonny.”

“I wanted to put a cupcake in your oven.”

“Nah, that wasn’t gonna happen, Nonners.” Pinkie giggled. “Not today, anyway.”

“Y-y… you blue-balling BITCH!” Anon growled, jumping to his feet. He grabbed his junk with one hand and motioned to it with the other. “You just gave me the lap-dance so intense that my sweatpants got laid, using your Kim Kardashian shaming ass, then you’re gonna leave me hanging?”

“Yup.”

“At least give me a quickie!”

“Nah.”

“A blowjob then.”

“Nope.”

“Hoofjob?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“...manejob? That thing is prehensile, right?”

“Nonny.” Pinkie sighed, “What was the point of giving you all that willpower back if you are just gonna shoot it out all over my mane? Won’t it be more fun to save it up for the pony you really came here for?”

Anon crossed his arms and grumbled. “Feels more to me that you’re looking for an excuse to get away with being a cock-teasing brat.” He pouted, turning his nose up slightly. “That doesn’t seem like the kind of thing that a friend would do, Pinkie, I thought you wanted to see me smile.”

Pinkie’s cheer slumped, ever so slightly. “Nonny… it’s for your own good.”

“No, sure. Whatever Pinks…” Anon turned to face away from her, his organ still bobbing comically in front of him. “Just go, run off to Ponyville and your cupcakes or whatever. I see how it is, I’m not your friend, right?”
Pinkie sagged and sighed. “Tell you what, Anon. If you don’t get your dick wet in my mom’s rock pouch tonight… I’ll give you ten minutes tomorrow to do whatever you want with me.”

Anon didn’t turn around, still pouting, his bare ass hanging out. “Thirty minutes.” He grunted.

“Twenty. We both know you can’t last thirty.” Pinkie countered.

“Any hole?” Anon turned around, his eyebrow raised.

Pinkie looked down at his massive appendage, still throbbing angrily. She cast a backward glance at her bottom, then swallowed. “Any hole. No guarantees that you’ll fit… but I’ll try.”

“Yesssss!” Anon pumped his fist.

Suddenly, Pinkie’s eyes went wide and she grabbed her ears. “W-wait! No ears, ears are off-limits!”

Anon grinned evilly. Apparently, the party-mare was sensitive about her ears. “Oh no, they aren’t, Ponk. Deals a deal! I’m gonna rub the hell out of your earholes then paint them white with my special frosting.”

“Nooooooo!” Pinkie whined out, her eyes going into their trademarked sad-puppy dog mode. But she took a breath composed herself and considered, then nodded. “Ok. Fine. And I’m only agreeing because I know there’s no way you’re getting those twenty minutes tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Hang on a sec.” Pinkie zipped out in a blur of pink motion, before appearing back in front of Anon, wielding a white rag. With a quick and casual movement, she wrapped the white chamois around his bobbing bell-end and proceeded to give him a couple of industrious hoof-pumps.

“Mmf! I thought a hoofjob was off the table?” Anon grunted, as Pinkie quickly rubbed her cloth against his purplish head.

“It is.” Pinkie chirped, suddenly stopping her efforts and pulling the cloth away. She held it up in front of Anon, showing the damp, sticky spot in the middle from the pre-ejaculatory extract she’d drawn from him. She pulled the cloth to her nose and took in a deep, snuffling inhale, her mouth dropping open slightly and drooling as her eyes rolled in ecstasy. “Mmmm…. Eau d’anon…”

“You’re weird.”

“Yup!” Pinkie smiled, before disappearing in a blur of pink again. She shot all over her family house, moving almost too fast for the eye to see, but what little motion Anon could pick up he discerned the mare rubbing her white cloth over every surface of the house, on each pillow, on her mother’s hanging scarves, like some kind of demented, high-speed maid.

Finally, she stopped in front of Anon, panting and blinking, handing him back the cloth. “Here. You won’t need this tonight, now… if you catch my drift.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “My ears are safe for another day!”

She trotted happily to the door.

“Wait, Pinkie… where are you going?”

“Uh, Ponyville? My cupcakes, remember?”

“But… what about me?” Anon pointed at himself, genitals still hanging out.

“Oh, you’re staying the night.” Pinkie nodded. “No way you’ll make it back to the train station before it closes, you don’t have Pinkie-speed.”

“B-but… your mom said she wanted me off the property. She threw me out!”

“Oh pshaw. Puh-shaw, Anon! She was joking. Joking! Hahaha, right? Sheesh.” Pinkie rolled her eyes. “Make yourself at home, you’ll be fine.”

“Uh… are you sure?”

“Yep! Now I gotta Dash Anon, so just remember: Marble gets really loud when she pops, and Lime’s weak spot is just under her dock!”

“Lime? Marble? What?”

“Byeeeeeeee!” In a blast of pink smoke, the whirlwind was gone.

Anon looked out at the disappearing pink streak, scratching the back of his head, then craned his neck back to look into the house and up the stairs. It was getting late… maybe he should just turn in, for now, Pinkie did say it was alright to stay the night, right?

He walked up the stairs, still refusing to pull up his sweatpants, so it was more of an awkward shuffle. Then looked down the austere, country-house hallway.

Immediately to his left was the master bedroom, which had an ornate four-poster bed inside, pictures of the Pie family, and a lovely setting of home-made antique furniture. Clearly, this was Ignaceous and Cloudy Quartz’s room.

But.

He was a guest after all, right? And Pinkie did say that his stay would be welcome, that Cloudy had just been joking around, right? So…

Anon leaped up onto the bed, lending with a thump and grunting.

Stiff mattress. Figures.

Still, it had been a long day, and he could use a little nap.

With a smile on his face, the obnoxious human curled into the pillows, falling asleep with a grin on his face, his bare, erect genitals still pointing straight up into the air. It was so nice to be a welcomed guest in somebody’s home, he was glad to receive their hospitality…

*CH-CHAK*

The unmistakable sound of a pump-action shotgun slide being racked jolted Anon from his sleep. Immediately he sat stock upright in the rock hard, but strangely comfortable bed. There was no time to blink the bleary dregs of sleep from his eyes, however - his vision was filled with the imposing steel tube of a short-barrelled shotgun, held by a furious and deadly serious looking Limestone Pie.

“Ohhhh-kay….” Anon mumbled slowly raising his hands in what he hoped was a universally recognized show of surrender.

“Don’t you even bucking breathe!” Limestone growled, hunching the firearm closer into the nook of her shoulder, prepping for the recoil from the shot that would turn Anon’s head into a fine pink mist.

“L-listen… I think there’s been some kind of misunderstanding.”

“What the buck are you doing in our home you motherbu-”

“Limestone Pie! Language!” The sharp rebuke from behind the silver-haired and acerbic rock-farmer immediately drew Anon’s attention to the fact that the room had actually become quite full during his sleep.

Standing with all her stern and imposing MILF-y presence, Cloudy Quartz was just behind her daughter, glaring at the scene before her over her spectacles, clearly unimpressed and unhappy.

Closer to the door was the shy, blushing maiden of the family, Marble Pie. With one hoof hesitantly crossed over her chest with almost tangible discomfort, she meekly stared out with one eye from under her bangs. Anon briefly wondered if she even had another eye… maybe she’d lost it in a rock-farming accident?

A question for another time.

Right now he was hoping to avoid losing both of his eyes, as well as everything in-between.

“So… uh… good morning?”

His squeak prompted Limestone to prod the center of his forehead with the shotgun, bumping him backward. “Shut. Up. Just who do you think you are? First, you run out into the middle of our field, insult Marble and I, then make one of the most disgusting advances toward our mother…”

Anon was having trouble focusing on Lime’s face as she continued her tirade - it wasn’t easy to uncross his eyes from the steel tube against his head. But he could see she was growling through gritted teeth.

“...then you break into our house and spread your…. monkey… s-s-stink…” Anon glanced down the barrel of the gun as Lime choked out the word, noticing that she had trouble mouthing it, a very rare blush forming on the prickly mare’s cheeks. “...then you hop onto my parent’s bed to sleep it off half-nude! Any royal guardsmen would say I’m totally justified in pulling this trigger!” She aggressively pushed the gun against him again.

“Woah woah woah!” Anon chirped, hands still up. “First off, I did not insult you two lovely mares, I just pointed out how your mom was way hotter than you, which is just a fact.”

“Grrrr!”

“Uh… ok, bad point to make… and yes, I did try to pick up your mom. But I didn’t break and enter! Pinkie let me in and told me to stay the night! I swear!”

“Liar! This is all part of your plan, isn’t it? Couldn’t take no for an answer!” Lime growled again.

“Pinkie Pie…” Cloudy Quartz sighed. “I should have known that girl would have tried to arrange all this… always worried about her sisters and mother, that one.”

Lime looked over her shoulder at her mother, slowly lowering the gun from Anon’s face as she did so. “S-so, if it really was Pinkie, that means… she approves - right mom?”

Quartz nodded solemnly. “Yes Limestone, the whole family is in accord. We can proceed with the plan.” The older mare gave a head-bob as a signal, and Lime immediately re-raised the shotgun with a nasty grin in her teeth.

“Awesome.”

“WOAH WOAH WOAH!” Anon yelped, “What the fuck is this? Some kind of a crazy serial killer family thing? Pinkie recruits and tricks victims and you all fertilize your rock farm with their ashes? I didn’t sign up to be part of shotgun-murder!”

“Hm hm hm.” Cloudy clucked with what Anon could only assume was mirth, “Oh Mr. Anon, you misunderstand us… this isn’t a shotgun-murder… it’s a shotgun wedding.”

…

…

“What.” Anon monotoned.

Lime slunk back, still keeping her gun trained on the human, allowing Cloudy to step forward.

“Ahem,” the stately mare cleared her throat, “well yes… you’re going to marry into the Pie herd - you’ll commit to wed my daughters, Marble and Limestone, and the headmare of the herd - myself.”

“W-what?”

“We’re a traditional rockonite family, Mr. Anon.” Cloudy blinked, impassively. “We don’t go in for all this ill-conceived ‘modern’ monogamous, sexual equality drivel.” Cloudy almost spat the words out as she said them. “For over a thousand years, pony culture of a strong mare leading her herd served our world well… and in matters of the bedroom and the family, a stallion’s place is beneath his mistresses.”

“Uh…” Anon scratched his head slightly, trying to process the information he was hearing. “I guess I don’t disagree with that… as long as it’s not all cowgirl, I do like me some doggy-style.”

“Tch.” Cloudy shook her head with a frown. “You are a wild one. It was figurative, of course, Mr. Anon. Any position is acceptable - so long as the stallion knows his purpose is merely to attend to the needs of his mares.”

“Cool, so doggy is a go, then.” Anon gave her a thumbs up. “I think I’m liking this traditional thing after all… but what’s with having to marry you all - I mean, being in a big marriage with your daughters, isn’t that more of an Apple family trope?”

“Please. Keeping the bloodline strong and rocky is an honor and a responsibility. Marrying my cousin Ignacious was my duty.” Cloudy solemnly stated. “And so long as we mix in the odd outsider to refresh our gene pool, our family will only deviate from its craggy roots with a genetic abnormality… rarely.”

“Pinkie?” Anon asked.

“Pinkie.” Cloudy confirmed.

“That explains a lot.” Anon sighed. “But still, why exactly do I have to marry your two daughters? I thought I’d made it clear that the only rock I wanted to chip, is yours…”

“Hmf.” Cloudy clicked her tongue. “Well, Sir, that is non-negotiable. It is long past time when these two should have been wedded to appropriate suitors, and there’s only so long I can wait before having to do my duty as their mother. No, I’ll form a herd with them and you, and that will be that. And with Pinkie’s evident recommendation, all the remains is your say-so.”

“Really? Those two…” Anon pointed across the room at Limestone and Marble, then back to himself, “...want to marry me?”

“Sh-shut up!” Lime blushed. Marble simply looked away. Both had faces as red as molten rock.

“I think Pinkie’s approval and endorsement of your… assets… likely had something to do with it. That, and the fact that I’m not going to allow them to become old maids - it’s marriage or expulsion.”

“Woah, tough love,” Anon smirked. “By the way, you said everyone in the family approved… what about that other one - the silent sister who never says anything? Rod? Zod?”

“Maud’s silence can be taken as consent. I’m sure she’d approve.” Cloudy blinked, seemingly bored with the conversation.

“Let’s just hope Maud’s boyfriend doesn’t make that same assumption after their first bender.” Anon joked, earning only a deeper frown from the mares staring at him. He coughed in a failed attempt to alleviate the tension. “So, what about you Mrs. Pie?”

“Of course I approve.” The mare stared down her snout at Anon.

“Really? I thought I was disgusting and ‘uncouth’?” Anon grinned challengingly at her.

“You are.”

“And I thought your husband takes care of your needs every night…”

“He does.”

“So why do you want to climb to the top of my granite monolith?” He grinned, pointing down at his crotch.

The point drew the gaze of all three mares to his groin. Anon always sported a robust and healthy case of morning wood and the fact that he was actually waking up in the middle of the night, or the fact that he was awoken to the fear of staring down the muzzle of a loaded 12-gauge shotgun had done nothing to change that fact.

Poking proudly up into the air, bobbing and throbbing with manly intensity, was his eight and a half-inch long, six-inch circumference cock. His fat purple head peeked out proudly from his foreskin at the top, like an obscenely large berry on to of his thick, veiny shaft.

Anon noticed marble bite her lip, and Limestone’s mouth drop open slightly, the gun in her hooves falling slightly. He grinned. It was always such a power trip to see the reaction his human junk stimulate in these ponies - it was like there was some twisted flaw in their biological code that made them absolutely thirsty for human cock.

He glanced at Cloudy to see her response. Poised, impassive, inspecting. Calm and steady. Rocklike. But then she swallowed, obviously clearing her throat of some of the saliva that must have been building up there.

Gotcha.

Anon smiled at her, knowing he’d won this small battle.

“I’m happy to admit that you’re… well-equipped, Mr. Anon.” Cloudy spoke, matter-of-factly. “And your musk belies your potency, that much is for sure.” She sniffed the air slightly, her nostrils flaring at some scent that Anon couldn’t detect. “But know this… you are an uncouth, disgusting male. And I have no intention of making you my head-stallion. Ignaceous and I love each other very much.”

“I could love you very much, too.” Anon grinned, thrusting his hips up and making his obscene organ bob.

Cloudy’s eyes followed the end of his penis, her face remaining impassive even as her eyes twinkled with wonder. “No thank you, Mr. Anon. Ignaceous sees to my needs - his tongue is firmer than a diamond and twice as valuable.”

“Mom!” Limestone groaned, angrily tearing her head from staring at the human to growl at her mother.

“Please Limestone, playing innocent is for children… I know you hear well every night when he brings me ‘over the cliff’. Our walls are thin.”

“S-still…”

“Anyway, Mr. Anon.” Cloudy refocused on Anon, her eyes glancing down from time to time at his fleshly column. “While I am a satisfied mare… I am not a bred mare. Nor shall I be from Ignaceous. Time catches up with us all, I’m afraid. And it is my duty as matriarch to produce more offspring while my womb is still able, if that happens to be from the wild seed of an uncouth, disgusting stud, so be it.”

“W-w-wait… pregnancy?” Anon felt a bit of a cold chill up his spine. The situation was starting to dawn on him. “Marriage… pregnancy… fatherhood… family… Wait a fuckin’ minute… are you trying to make me be a responsible adult!?”

“Yes. I expect you to put a foal in me. And in my daughters. Tonight.”

“Fuck that!” Anon started to get up from the bed, realizing the trap he’d walked into.

*KABOOM*

*CH-CHAK*

Limestone didn’t hesitate at all as she fired the shotgun up in the air, sending a cascade of dust and splinters down from the wooden ceiling, before quickly working the pump-action shotgun to rack a new shell into the breech, sending the empty cartridge pinwheeling out of the ejection port trailing a thin contrail of wispy white smoke.

“Oh, I think that’s mom’s plan, Anon.” Lime grinned.

“Hang on! Don’t I get a say in this?”

“Sure, you can shut up and get married… or leave here in a body bag.” Lime licked her lips, “I don’t mind so much which of the two it ends up being.”

“My daughter’s right, Mr. Anon. I do promise to send your remains to your next of kin, of course, should that be your choice.”

“What the fuck!” Anon shouted, mostly to clear the ringing from his ears of the resounding shotgun blast. “What about… what about…” Anon looked left and right desperately, hoping for something, anything to bail him out. “What about… Mr. Pie! Yeah, that’s it… what does Ignaceous think about all this?”

“Ahem.” The pony in question poked his head in from the hallway, eyebrows raised.

“Oh thank Christ.” Anon breathed. “Mr. Pie, I think your wife and daughters are on rock-meth or something because…”

Ignaceous stepped into the room, whereupon it quickly became evident to Anon that he was wearing the garb of a priest, complete with a Roman collar while holding what could only be some sort of holy book.

“...what the fuck!? You too?”

Ignaceous nodded solemnly. “Are you ready for the ceremony?”

“NO NO Nmpphf-” Anon’s mouth was covered by Limestone’s hoof.

Cloudy nodded to her husband, answering on behalf of the human. “He is.”

“Then, skipping all yon newfangled bits, I hereby do inquire: dost thou mares taketh this stallion to be your stud, to protect and guide him, to bear his foals, and be mistress over him... until death do you part?”

“I do.” Cloudy Quartz nodded, tapping her hoof to her chest.

“Yep.” Limestone chuckled, still clenching Anon’s mouth shut.

“M-...mm-hmm…” Marble nodded, still huddled in the corner.

Ignaceous nodded and smiled, closing the holy book he had been looking into “Then by the power invested in me, I declare this-”

“Bwah- wait just a fuckin’ minute!” Anon shouted, having broken free of LIme’s grasp momentarily. “Don’t you have to ask me!?”

“I said I was skipping the newfangled bits.” Ignaceous blinked. “But alright… do you, stallion, take these mares to be your wives, promising to sate their every need, to be loyal to them, to give them healthy foals, and to obey their commands?”

“I most certainly do fuckin’ n-”

“He does.” Cloudy Quartz cut him off, coldly. “As his head mare, I may legally answer for my stallion.”

“You aren’t my wife yet!”

“I will be,” Cloudy growled coldly, shaking her head, then nodded at Lime. “Limestone?”

“Stop, struggling!” Lime gripped the slippery human’s head, wrenching it back under control and covering his mouth again, silencing the human.

“Then… by the power invested in me by the church of Celestia, I do hereby declare thee herd-wives, headwife, and husband.” Ignaceous tapped the heads of all four creatures quickly, signifying their union.

“There. Now it’s done.” Limestone laughed, letting the human go. Immediately Anon wrenched himself free and found himself in a sprawl on the floor.

“What the hell?” Anon grumbled, looking angrily up at the ponies surrounding him. “Isn’t this supposed to be sealed with a kiss?”

“Oh ho ho ho ho.” Cloudy chuckled darkly, looking down at him through her half spectacles, the cold embers of a smile growing on her face as she regarded him, as though he were an insect. “Anon, my husband, in this family when we consummate a marriage… we consummate a marriage.”

The husky emphasis on the word was unmistakable.

“Eeep.” Anon could only squeak, as Limestone and Cloudy converged on him.

Anon felt a hoof on his shoulder before he was roughly tossed backward onto the bed, landing face up. Limestone’s strength was ferocious - Anon had not experienced the sheer power of an earth-pony in his misadventures… and he was quickly realizing that if any one of these mares wanted to roll him up into a ball of crushed bones and torn muscle, they could do it with one leg tied behind their back.

In a way, that was kind of sexy. Especially if they were into tying their legs behind their back.

“Hey!” Anon’s bondage related daydream was quickly interrupted by the sharp rebuke from the acidic gray mare, “what are you staring off into space for? I’m right here, chump.”

Limestone grabbed a hoof-ful of his white t-shirt, easily shredding it as she pulled it backward with a jerk, revealing his bare chest to the pony.

“W-woah… rock-hard…” Lime blinked, staring down at his pectorals and abdominal muscles. Anon had to credit the local diet and level of exercise - as well as the magical spell that had torn him into this world - back home he was a pudgy bastard… the wizardry that had brought him to Equestria had given him all of the best physical attributes of the various neckbeards from Earth. Amongst the hodgepodge of different dregs of shitposting society, he was now an amalgamation of strong muscles, handsome lines, a massive erection… and yet still somehow he had the worst and most trollish mind available.

Still, those washboard abs never failed to impress the local females.

He smirked cockily at Lime as the pony did a double-take, trying to wipe the drool from her mouth before the human could notice she was clearly ogling his body.

“Like what you see?” Anon slid his hands behind his head.

“Sh-shut up,” Lime growled, looking away, plopping her rear onto his thighs and crossing her arms grumpily.

Anon could feel the warm, blocky stiffness of Lime’s powerful glutes against his legs, the wispy tickle of her tail hairs… the humid moistness of something else trapped by her waggling dock. He grinned down at her as she glanced away - she was a beautiful mare under all that anger.

“Help me please, Marble, dear.” Cloudy Quartz’s voice jerked him back to reality. Craning his neck slightly to one side to look around the pouting Limestone, he saw the shy marble and Cloudy taking hold of his sweatpants, yanking the crumpled remains of what was around his ankles before tossing his clothes to the corner.

“Uh, hey... “ Anon began. “Not that I’m against tsundere-waifus… but my schtick is really the whole ‘MILF’ thing, so if we could just swap sourpuss’s puss for yours Mrs. Quartz that would be gr-”

“Oh no, Mr. Anon, husband… stud.” Cloudy Quartz sniffed, matter-of-factly, little love in her voice. “I won’t have you taking advantage of my kindness to breed me then claim fatigue or tiredness when it comes time to sire my daughters’ foals. You’ll start with them.”

Anon looked up at Lime, who was licking her lips with anticipation. Her hoof slammed his chest back to the bedtop, as she began to put weight on her hind legs, obviously looking to lift her rump up to align itself with his sizable probe.

His mind scrambled. “W-wait, aren’t you like, the head mare or whatever? Don’t you have to go first or something?”

It was a shot in the dark, complete desperation. Which was why it was so surprising that all three mares and Ignaceous (who had taken on the spectator role in the corner of the bedroom), froze and looked at one another.

“I guess… he is right… but that’s just a silly old tradition, right mom?” Lime huffed, looking over at her mother.

Cloudy adjusted her spectacles with a sigh, shaking her head solemnly. “Limestone. Daughter, in this family we abide by those traditions.” She clicked her tongue then twisted her head, an idea clearly forming in-between her ears. “Although, tradition just dictates that the head-mare be the first to be bred by the new stallion. If Mr. Anon is performing acts that have no possibility of impregnation…”

“Hahaha, we can have at him!” Lime cackled, turning back to face Anon.

“No, c’mon!” Anon grunted. “You can’t force me to screw your daughters!”

Cloudy chewed her lips. “I suppose not, laws have changed somewhat since I was a filly, unfortunately.” Cloudy blinked, then began to show the faintest beginning of a smile. “Maybe you should see it this way, Mr. Anonymous-Pie. This is but one last test to confirm you are worthy of my bed: satisfy my daughters first to earn my affection.”

Anon scrunched his eyebrows together, considering. It really wasn’t that bad a deal now that he thought about it. Bang a couple of likely-lasses to score another critical notch on his Milf-quest championship-belt?

“So: do your two little-girls and then I get to do you?” He asked with an arched eyebrow.

“Yes. That’s the deal.”

“But no vaginal?”

“As you have so kindly pointed out - it would defy tradition.” Cloudy sighed, shaking her head. “I will expect you to fulfill your stallionly duty afterward.”

“We’ll see about that… well… deal, I guess.”

Lime pumped her hoof and whooped. “Yes! I won’t be a wizard after all!”

Anon looked up at her and cocked his head in question, but Lime was looking over at her younger sister. “I mean, you too Marble - but you still had like, eleven years… I only had five left!”

“And that five can wait a little bit longer - dismount, Limestone… your sister will go first.” Cloudy nodded solemnly.

Instantly both daughters’ faces turned in shock to look at their mother. Clearly, Limestone didn’t want to wait, and Marble was more than a little shy about taking the lead.

“W-what? But mom! I’m ready to go!”

“Mm-hmm!” Marble nodded, hopefully.

“Enough. Marble, onto the bed.”

Marble slunk slowly, like a scared dog who was nervous that a crack of thunder was about to send her scurrying for the nearest closet, her hooves carefully trodding onto the furthest corner of the bed - carefully pulling herself up and laying on her belly, as she desperately tried to hide behind her bangs.

Meanwhile, Lime pulled herself off of Anon’s legs, angrily glaring down at him and dragging the edge of her hoof roughly down his chest, leaving a red scratch line as she did so. “You’re not gonna get away, punk. Not that easily.” She bit her lip as she stared down at him like a piece of meat, dragging her bottom along his thigh as she moved away - leaving a wet, hot, snail trail in her wake.

Anon looked over at Marble, who was almost trembling, her eyes shut tightly. How the heck was this going to work? He cast an unsure glance at Cloudy.

The older mare hopped up onto the bed with poise, trotting over to the bedside table. With a flick of her hoof, she opened the drawer and drew out a small vial of a potion, raised it in front of her face to confirm that she could read the Equestrian script properly, then tossed it over to Limestone.

“Here, Lime. Make sure you take a dose of this, then make sure your sister takes a dose as well.”

Limestone looked at the label herself, mouthing the words as she read - “Petunia Pettigrew's Plothole Purifying Potion of Particularly Powerful Potency...?”

“Yes - within a minute it will magically make any imbiber’s tailhole more sanitary than an operating table and as pleasantly fragrant as Petunia’s namesake.”

“Why do you have this?”

Cloudy’s eyes darted over at Ignaceous, who coughed briefly, then back to her daughter. Stern eyes that warned her not to ask such questions of her mother.

“Oh… OK.” Lime blinked again. “But why do I have this?”

Cloudy sniffed. “You will prepare your sister - I imagine you will prefer the taste.”

Lime’s eyes shot wide, as did Marble’s, both mare’s looking at each other and intensely blushing, faces burning red as their mouths fell open.

“B-but m-mom… Marble’s a… mare!”

One of Cloudy’s eyebrows arched up. “So? She’s in your herd - you’ll do your duty.”

“...she’s also my SISTER!” Lime gulped. “I used to help change her diapers!”

“Then you’ll be familiar with where everything is.” Cloudy snarked. “All true mares must put the needs of the herd over themselves - this is simply your duty.”

Lime gulped, then looked down at Marble, smiled nervously at her, then nodded. “O-Ok…. Mom…”

Cloudy turned her cold eyes to Anonymous and glared down at him.

“...and I will prepare Anonymous.”

Anon scarcely had time to breathe before the older mare was upon him.

With the speed and litheness of a feral cat in heat, Cloudy Quartz stepped up over his lower body, as he still lay on his back on the firm mattress. From behind her half-spectacles, a stern and unforgiving gaze looked at him with disdain, clearly underwhelmed by the human’s bearing and demeanor.

“Heh,” Anon chuckled nervously, hoping his nervous smile might be reciprocated. It was not.

Cloudy held her stare for a few seconds, no mirth or remorse in her eyes. Clearly putting the human in his place. All Anon could do was swallow with apprehension.

Then she glanced down.

Right under her chin, still standing proudly up into the cool evening air, demanding attention, was Anon’s big, fat, human cock.

For once, Anon actually wished the damn thing would draw less attention: the way that Cloudy was sneering at it was frightening. With a hoof she prodded it, the sharp edge connecting just below his glans and making the whole shaft bob and twitch. Anon couldn’t help but flinch - the prod had been ungentle, sharp, ferocious.

“What an alien, nontraditional form.” Cloudy stated, matter of factly, looking down her nose at his penis. “Vulgar, obscene, and uncouth… just like its owner.” The mare settled her bodyweight down onto Anon’s outstretched legs, perching on him like a sphinx - with the upright eight and a half inch pillar of flesh right between her hooves.

“Still, I cannot deny that it is very well-proportioned.” She blinked, the frown on her face not disappearing. “I will have to see if my eye for good breeding stock has not gone out…”

Anon opened his mouth to question but was silenced as the press of a warm, wet nose against the center of his balls made me stiffen. Cloudy had buried her snout in his sack before taking a deep, snuffling inhale.

“Mm… yes, this is that… stench, that is all over my home. Virile, potent…” Her left forehoof slid between his legs, quickly grasping his testicles, and squeezing the pair of heavy, egg-shaped fruit.

“HeeYYYEEE!: Anon’s yelp got higher and higher pitched as the mare increased her grip power and pulled downwards on his gonads, in a most uncomfortable fashion.

“Intact, it would seem, and a good pair on you. That will do.” Cloudy clicked her tongue, then in one swift motion extended the wide, pink oral muscle from her muzzle, starting a long, languishing lick from the underside of his sweaty sack… drawing it slowly up his shaft, leaving a thick saliva trail in its wake… before reaching the edge of his foreskin, then dipping inside the prepuce of pink skin, swirling around his mushroom-shaped glans twice before withdrawing.

“F-f-fuck me…” Anon groaned, his head falling backward. He’d gotten pony-head before… but Mrs. Quartz was so… matter-of-fact… so dispassionate...

“In time, Mr. Anon.” She noted, working her tongue over her teeth and around her mouth, like an oenophile savoring a particularly special wine. “Quite un-rocklike.” She noted, Anon wasn’t sure what that meant, except that it was likely not good. “But not without its quality - I imagine my daughters would enjoy your taste… Strange, too… no medial ring, and that curious covering of skin over your flare.” Cloudy used a hoof to pull at his shaft, rolling back his foreskin to reveal the pink mushroom head underneath. “I imagine its purpose is to protect your tip.”

Anon nodded, completely at the whim of this dominant mare.

“And that hair - most unpleasant to get caught in one’s teeth.” Cloudy plucked a stray pubic hair from her teeth

“I… I can shave… if you like…” Anon stammered. He was surprised - he’d been set entirely on his back foot. No witty repartees, no snide comeback… the presence of this stern older mare had him feeling like a naughty schoolboy being scolded by his teacher.

“Hm? Well, I think you’d better…” Cloudy finally gave the smallest hint a smile. “I’m glad you’re finally starting to see your place. I think that deserves a little reward for my obedient brood-stud.”

Her grin became an open mouth that descended over his cock, engulfing the whole of his head and sliding partway down his shaft in a single swallow.

“Oh… sh-shit…” Anon groaned out, feeling the powerful lashing of Cloudy’s tongue around his cockhead. With little *glick* sounds as she swallowed, he felt his thickness stretch and strain its way down her throat, agonizingly moving fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch down the beautiful dame’s gullet.

But so much of his cock was still out in the cold - more than half.

Still grunting, Anon reached forward and placed his hands on the back of Cloudy Quartz’s green-blue bun.

Immediately, he regretted his action.

A sharp ring of pain exploded around his shaft where Cloudy’s mouth had descended to - a sharpness that could not be mistaken for anything else: she had bitten him.

“Fuck!” He yelped, hands rocketing off her head and to his crotch.

With a slurp, Cloudy jerked her head back off of his human meat, revealing a red ring of soreness where she’d placed her warning bite - the teeth marks stinging and painful, but not so deep as to draw blood or break his skin.

“W-what the fuck!?” Anon groaned, his hands trying to rub the pain away.

Cloudy slapped his hands away and stared at him - boiling fire raging in those green irises. “No rubbing it away, Anon. Accept your punishment.”

“Sh-shit…” He struggled to move his hands back, but trying to do so was like trying to move a granite monolith - Cloudy was so clearly stronger than him. All he could do was sit there and throb.

“I trust that provides sufficient understanding as to what will happen if you decide to take liberties without my permission?”

Anon nodded, little tears forming in his eyes.

Cloudy’s head snapped to the right, away from Anon, and she coldly stated another command. “And you two… Limestone if you don’t stop sniffing about this instant - you’ll be next to get a nip.”

Anon turned to look at the pair of Pie daughters. Limestone had managed to get Marble somewhat on her back, propped up on some pillows, her legs splayed wide, revealing a cute bellybutton… and a set of tiny teats (seriously, Anon had seen a bigger set on Scootaloo when she would fly over him on her scooter), all perched above a set of tight, slender, dark gray pony-pussy lips. Just below that, somewhat obscured by the Mare’s tail, he could see the barest hint of the diminutive muscular ring of her tailhole.

“And Marble Pie, if you don’t stop whimpering and drop your tail so your sister can attend to your plothole, there will be consequences.”

Marble whimpered, the blush on her face growing as she let her tail slowly lower down, softly resting on the bedspread… revealing her tiny ponut, perched and quivering underneath her dock.

“I’m waiting,” Cloudy noted, blinking and looking at Lime.

The mare in question swallowed, lowering her head slightly, then looking up at her baby-sister. “H-hey Marble… I’ll be real gentle… I…” The usually angry and grumpy mare was clearly out of her element, her face a mixture of different emotions and conflict. “I l-love you a lot, sis…”

“Awww…. She really is a cute tsunder- OOF.” Anon’s breath was driven out of his gut as Cloudy’s forehoof pressed down on his sack, hard.

“Quiet,” Cloudy growled, down at him, and whispering through clenched teeth so only he could hear, “getting Lime to open up about her feelings for her sisters has not been easy - and I won’t have you ruin it.” Then, louder, she commanded. “Marble, your sister has said something very nice - you love her too, don’t you? And you want her to do this for you, right?”

Marble was actually grinning, true happiness on her face as she looked at her pouting older sister, nose mere inches from her nethers. “Mmm….mm-hm…”

“Well then, you two… what are you waiting for?” Cloudy adjusted her spectacles.

Lime cautiously stuck the tip of her tongue out of her mouth, as she nervously approached the quivering rosebud of flesh was her sister’s ass. It reminded Anon of the time he’d been dared to lick an icicle as a schoolboy, how he’d approached the thing with the utmost caution as if it would instantly freeze his tongue.

Finally, the pink tip touched Marble’s asshole, making the younger sister yelp with surprise.

“Mm!” Marble jerked her head upwards, scrunching her nose in surprise at the touch.

“H-huh?” Lime did much the same reaction, pulling back and looking in wonder at her younger sister. “I-it… it tastes like petunias!” Her mouth was open in wonder.

“Of course it does.” Cloudy sighed, “That potion has never failed me - I find its effects last at least four hours. Now…” she lowered her head slightly, pointing with the tip of her nose back toward Marble’s exposed bits, “...back to work.”

Lime slid back into place, clearly less hesitant to approach her sister’s tight asshole now that she knew it was as fresh as a flower. With a less hesitant tongue, she licked the triangular spot of smooth grey skin that was the underside of Marble’s dock, tracing upward slowly before she touched the bottom of the ring of squishy-tight ponut.

Anon’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of the tough older-sister wrapping her tongue lovingly around the circumference of her sister’s rear-donut, the bright pink of her tongue contrasting clearly against each individual fold of Marble’s grey ring.

“Mmm...mmhmm….” Marble groaned, her eyes shutting and mouth opening slightly.

“Hehe, feels good, huh?” Lime chuckled, “well I guess I can try kicking it up a notch then…”

Pressing her chin against the bottom of Marble’s buttocks, Lime pressed forward, her tongue prodding the quivering center of the shy mare’s backdoor. A muffled yelp was all that Marble could offer as her sister slid her tongue into her anus, quarter-inch by quarter-inch.

“There’s my two girls, acting like decent herd-sisters…” Cloudy nodded, still inspecting the activity of Lime. “Make sure to get in there, Limestone… she may be fresh and tidy inside, but she’ll need some lubrication to take this…” Cloudy practically slapped the tip of Anon’s cock, sending it rebounding off of his leg painfully.

“Oof…!”

Cloudy ignored his cry. “Yes… yes… that’s it, all the way in. Good!”

Lime’s muzzle was buried in her sister’s crotch now, her tongue clearly working as hard as it could inside Marble’s asshole, deep swirling motions that tried to stretch and expand the minuscule sphincter with little success.

“Mmm! MMM!” Marble’s squeaks were getting louder and louder, her hind legs starting to raise up off the bedspread in barely-constrained tension, the curve of her spine growing bit by bit as the fire built inside her.

Anon could see her smallish clitoris peeking from between the folds of her marehood, flashing like a pink beacon of pleasure from its rapidly swelling puffy confines.

“Don’t be afraid to use her nectar to coat her tailhole, Lime… Marble, go ahead and use your hooves to direct her.”

Marble’s eyes opened slightly to look at her mother, tears of tension and coiled energy clearly building up in her dewy gaze. The poor, blushing maiden was well past the point of being completely overwhelmed, with her face as red as a tomato and her normally subdued hair being to curl and frazzle.

As if sensing her sister’s paralysis, Lime took one of Marble’s hooves in her own and re-positioned it onto the back of her head, clearly giving her the green-light to direct her licking activity. Quickly, whether by Lime’s movement or Marble’s guiding hoof, the oral attention of the eldest pie-sister was moved upwards, her broad, sharp tongue parting her sister’s petals in a sliding, snake-like motion.

“MMMMHMMMMMmmmmmmmm!” Immediately Marble’s other hoof found its way to the back of LIme’s head, pulling her in tightly and burying her muzzle deep in her small snatch, humping her sister’s face into her cunt with the intensity of a hungry manticore. Little spurts of fluid spilled over Limestone’s chin, dripping down over the stell moist rosebud below. Lime struggled against her sister’s grasp, doing her best to dislodge herself and transport some of the slick nectar down to the tight hole so desperately in need of lubrication.

“Hah! Looks like Marble is about to commit sororicide by cunt-smothering, ease-up why don’t y-OWCH! FUCK!”

Anon’s comment was cut off by Cloudy Quartz, who had quickly lowered her head to Anon’s penis, carefully bared her teeth… and precisely nipped his foreskin, pulling it delicately backward between her teeth.

“F-fuck!” Anon yelped, barely resisting the instinct to yank himself away from the mare, likely giving himself an impromptu circumcision in the process. He liked being intact, thank-you-very-much,.”What the fuck are you doing you crazy horse?”

Cloudy’s eyes flared, her eyebrows crooking dangerously… and her teeth ratcheted ever so slightly tighter, pinching Anon with even more intensity.

“Shi- sh…. Sh-orry?” Anon yelped out, managing to restrain from continuing to antagonize the female that could literally skin his dick if she chose. Marble smiled, releasing her grasp.

“Better.” She clucked, shaking her head. “You really are far too wild, Anonymous. I told you that you could look, but I did not say you could speak. Wild stallions often sow strong oats… but they must be tamed.” She growled re-approaching Anon’s dick, which, despite a new red mark on its foreskin, was throbbing harder and standing more proudly than before.

“Looks like you enjoy being tamed, Anonymous.” Marble grinned derisively. “Would you like me to tame you?”

Anon coughed, trying to clear his throat. He didn’t know why his body was betraying him so badly, but he felt more confused and turned on than he ever had in his entire life. This mare, hurting him, disciplining him, mastering him...
“N-n-no?” Was his squeaked reply.

“Good.”

Cloudy instantly engulfed his member again, taking him halfway to the base in a single gulp, tilting and swirling her head to increase the sensation, darting her tongue all over his cock, prodding and exploring his glans, his slit. Anon could feel his toes curling, his fingers digging into the sheets of Cloudy’s bed. This was the best blowjob he’d ever received…

Immediately he yelped out, almost jerking up with a shock, as Cloudy let her teeth dig into the soft flesh, then dragged back up his shaft, leaving red scratches around the top and bottom of his organ, as she withdrew with a pop.

“Naughty, naughty stallion.” She grinned, her words seeming almost playful for the first time. Immediately, she blew warm, wet air over his drool-covered cock, soothing the pain she’d just inflicted.

“Unff… fff-fiddlesticks….” Anon grunted. He felt a small pulse wrack through his cock, making it jerk and bounce, shooting out two little trickles of pre-ejaculate… like some kind of weird pre-orgasm. He’d never done anything like that before.

The clear splatter landed on Cloudy’s collar, soaking it.

“And now, wasting all that... “ She leaned forward, pursing her lips and planting them around his fat cockhead, wrapping them under the edge of his coronal ridge, making a tight seal. Anon watched as her diaphragm heaved… before she began to suck.

Hard.

Anon’s fists clenched tighter and tighter on the sheets, knuckles turning white as he resisted the urge to take hold of his mistress’s head and ram the remainder of his cock down her throat. All he could do was endure the alien and intense feeling of his sticky, slimy pre-ejaculate being drawn up through his urethra like some sort of obscene drinking straw, to be slurped down by Cloudy’s thirsty sucking draws.

It was only so long before he started to feel the tank of his pre-seminal fluids empty… and the rumbling, deeper convulsions of something deeper following it.

“C-cl-cloudy… I’m going to…” Anon yelped, his eyes crossing and uncrossing. Desperately he wanted to warn her, fearing that he would anger her if he didn’t.

“Going to what? Hm, my little wild-stud?” Cloudy chuckled, removing her mouth from his cock but immediately grasping his fat base with her right hoof, starting to pump him with the terrifying power of a rock-farmer who had worked a manual water-pump for over forty years.

“F-f-fuuddgecicles!” Anon let himself go, there was no holding back the torrent of spooge that needed to be released. He felt his cock jerk and pulse, again and again, moaning as he did… but… nothing.

No release.

No blissful flood of oxytocin. Just tension, and agony.

Cloudy had placed the edge of her left-hoof against the underside of the base of his shaft at just the right moment, clamping off his seminal vesicles and the area of his prostate and Cowper’s glands, effectively prevent the poor human from releasing his thick load.

“Nnnnghh….” Anon could only groan, his cockhead red, swollen and angry, throbbing like a balloon filled with hot blood, fit to burst.

“I don’t think I gave you permission to release.” Cloudy seemed almost mirthful now, clearly satisfied that she had her new toy in check. “And you must obey.”

“P-p-please…” Anon groaned, his eyes shut tightly against the waves of raging need crashing against him.

“MMMMMMMMMMHMMMMMMMMMMMM! OH F-F-FUCK LIME… I’M CUMMING!”

The throaty, animalistic cry and violent shaking of the bed got Anon to open his left eye, peering over at the ongoing, shaking orgasm of the shy wallflower that was Marble. He’d never heard her actually utter a word before… and to hear her scream such filth was shocking. Just as shocking was the fact she was peaking from her sister’s tongue in her butt… the pleasure of her backdoor being assaulted clearly having grown on her over the past few minutes. Flashes of her pink inner-lips as she winked over and over, sending little arcing fountains of marecum into Lime’s mane completed the image.

“Well… I think you’re both ready then…” Cloudy grinned, finally ceasing her pumping of Anon’s shaft, then ever-so-carefully removing her hoof from his testicles, as if she were stepping off of a loaded mine, primed to explode. “But let me christen this union with a little something from me…”

Cloudy reached her recently removed hoof between her own legs, then brought it back to Anon’s cock. He felt the wet, warm, sticky liquid of whatever Cloudy had retrieved from between her thighs coat his red, throbbing head.

“There… now, do your duty, Anon.” Cloudy’s hoof hooked under his armpit, easily lifting him up to his knees as is he weighed less than a feather.

In a haze, Anon shuffled over toward Marble, still laying on her back in a pile of pillows, her pupils dilated to different sizes, her tongue lolling out, her hair a frazzled mess, as she gasped incoherent ramblings under her breath - a total mess of a mare.

All he could think of was how much he wanted to bury his cock into something, anything. And to release. Oh God, to release. Those pink, peeking, lips, the winking of her Marble’s tight slit, was so inviting, like a warm hug just waiting for him to fall into.

But he was terrified of disobeying his new mistress. His thoughts were jumbled, confused. He knew he couldn’t just fuck Marble’s pussy, but he couldn’t think clearly enough to remember why. So he froze, panting and groaning like some feral wolf, staring down at the poor lamb that was Marble Pie.

“Go on, Anonymous. Take her.” Cloudy’s tone was beginning to build in menace.

The fear in Anon grew, paralyzing him further. What was he supposed to do? Why couldn’t he remember? His instincts were screaming one thing - his fears screaming another… think, think! His heart raced.

“Here, you dolt. I’ll help.” Lime growled sliding in from his right and wrapping her hoof around the mid-part of his cock. Anon caught the mare blush slightly as she did so, her hoof clearly taking an extra squeeze or two to explore the rod of flesh in her grasp.

“B-big…” She whispered under her breath.

“Thank you, Lime.” Cloudy nodded.

“Big… dumb animal doesn’t even know what he’s doing.” Lime grunted, pressing her chest against Anon’s back, reaching around from behind to point his cock in the correct direction. “I wouldn’t let him hurt my baby-sister.”

Anon could feel her heart thumping through her ribcage as she moved him closer to Marble, her hoof not able to fully wrap around him as she angled him downward, uncomfortably forcing his cock to angle downwards against the incredible stiffness of his blood-engorged sausage.

He could feel the heat radiating off of the little mare under him now, waves of warmth coming from the quivering docking port that Limestone was inexorably moving him against - her tight, little asshole. Until finally, perfectly… his tip kissed the center of her ring.

“Mmm!”

“Unm…!”

Human and pony alike groaned in pleasure.

Immediately, Anon could tell this was not the right hole from a biological standpoint. He’d done ponies in the ass before, sure… but this was… this was like trying to thread a firehose through a sewing needle. His cockhead was easily wider than the whole of her ponut-ring, let alone the tiny aperture at its center.

There was no way this was going to fit.

And yet, the insistent and subtle push of Limestone’s body against his, his burning and unquenchable need to stuff his orgasm-ruined penis into something and most of all… his need to ensure that he met his mistress’s every command, pushed his cockhead with increasing intensity against the little mare.

Marble squeaked and groaned in response, sinking deeper and deeper into the pile of cushions and eventually the top of the bed itself, as the pressure between cockhead and tailhole increased.

Anon groaned, even his blood-stuffed cockhead started to mash outward under the increasing pressure and the unyieldingly tight rosebud of Marble’s ass. Her ponut squished and strained, the thick ring slowly thinning and unrolling as bit by bit of his tip ever so slightly started to spread her.

“F-f-fandango you’re sister’s tight…”

“Don’t be such a little bitch, Anon.” Lime hissed into his ear, nipping at his lobe.

Cloudy strode over to the three, observing from one side as human and pony pushed with all their might to slide into Marble’s sweet bottom. Anon could see her eyes darting here and there, observing each little quiver and move, every coiled muscle, like a master conductor overseeing her orchestra.

“Mmm… mmaa…mama…” Marble whined, staring up at her mother plaintively.

“Good girl, Marble.” Cloudy smiled warmly down at her, “you’re trying very hard. I’m proud of you.” The stately mare leaned down and planted a tender kiss on her daughter’s forehead.

Almost as soon as the lips toughed, Anon felt the impossible squeezing vice-grip around his cock jump and clench, suddenly releasing just a fraction of the resistive force that was barring the barbarian cock from breaching the impenetrable wall of Marble’s anus.

Cloudy’s eyes flashed as she noticed the effect, she quickly shot a wry grin at Anon before turning her attention back to her youngest daughter.

“So.” She planed another kiss on the forehead, eliciting another tremble. “Very.” Another kiss, this time on her snout. “Proud…” With this last word, Cloudy slid her mouth down to meet her daughter’s, opening her lips to plant a deep french kiss over her gasping muzzle.

Like a lightning bolt hat hit her, Marble’s back went completely stiff, arching away from her platform of pillows. Her legs thrashed out wildly, her eyes shot open, showing those telltale, crazy pony-pupils: two heart-shaped purple symbols of wildly different sizes… and her puffy, exhausted pussy exploded. Flashing pink and grey like a strobe light, Marble’s small pink clitoris winked in and out of her swollen lips like a whack-a-mole game gone haywire. Torrents of boiling, steamy clear spatter shot against Anon’s lower belly, in gush after gush after gush.

Marble could only silently scream into her mother’s mouth.

Anon could only marvel: this quiet filly knew how to orgasm.

That’s when he slipped in.

Instantly, the elastic band of Marble’s ponut slid over the wide, mushroom flare of Anon’s cockhead, snugly grasping the underside and pulling more of his fat tip into he lava-hot anus… the heavy, pushing force of Anon and Marble quickly started to stuff the little pony… with inch after inch slickly grinding into her ass, until Anon’s increasing girthiness finally prevented him from going any further.

Hot.

Tight.

He was only a quarter of the way into Marble’s tailhole but the sensations of grasping, clenching heat from the mare’s impossibly tight sphincter was unlike anything he had ever experienced - truly this was new ground, virgin territory, that he was breaking into…

And he wasn’t going to last much longer. He’d already been pumped to an agonizing ruined orgasm by Marble’s mom - his throbbing bell-end was so primed to pop he was shocked that he’d lasted through just the attempt to penetrate Marble’s balloon knot. Now he was inside that raging furnace of quivering, clenching, squeezing, rock-strong muscle-having, flesh… If he thought his head was being smushed trying to push into Marble, it was nothing compared to the clenching power of her buttocks now that he was in her.

“Mmmwahh... Ohh…. f-fuck! FUCK! M-my f-f-fucking asshole!” Marble’s mouth broke away from her mother’s embrace, thrashing wildly. The half-insane mare swung her head crazily left and right, throwing her sweaty mane all over the place with intensity, her eyes rolling and googly, Anon had seen it before - ponies lost to the overwhelming waves of lust… it seemed that pony-mare’s minds were not well-adapted to the levels of pleasure that he could give… they all seemed to go feral, bestial, primitive when they orgasmed on him.

But to see it happening in such a sweet, quiet, shy thing like Marble… and to hear the absolute stream of filth coming from her usually tight lips… that was something else.

“O-oh yyYESSS!” Her throaty growl echoed off of the bedroom walls, the volume, and intensity making it clear that her last concern was the fact that her sister, mother, and father could hear her losing her mind. “M-my f-f-fucking asshole is f-fucking b-burning… SHIT… it’s so fucking hot! Anon, ANON, ANOOONNNggggggGHGHH!”

Her groan became another shudder and convulsion, her moan coming out as long and thick as the mare-cum that streaked from her clenching love-tunnel to splatter all over Anon’s shaft.

Anon dug his fingers into Marble’s hips, clenching like a sailor holding onto a life ring in the middle of a storm - terrified that he might be swept away in the turbulent and stormy sea… or in Anon’s case, worried that he might loose his fat load.

“Y-YESH YESH YESH YESSSS!” Marble’s groans rattled the windows. “Give it to me! Please!” The mare’s hips bucked up and down off of the bed, bouncing the cock inside her tantalizingly - it was an impossible task to stuff any more of the massive human phallus inside of her tiny rear, but she was trying her heart out.

Sweat dripped from Anon’s brow, every muscle in his body straining like mad to prevent himself from losing control of his restraint. He barely saw Cloudy pinning Marble’s thrashing shoulders down, before sternly nodding at her other daughter.

But he did feel LImestone’s whisper at his ear, her soft breath whispering into his ear canal. “Give it to her already, you wuss… you know you want to…”

Anon grunted, still resisting, before he felt Lime’s gray hairs brush against his side, as she dipped her head down and around his left hip, extending her tongue and wrapping it around his exposed shaft, curling around it like a wet, pink, snake coiling around a fat salami.

“Oh… oh, f-funktown!” Anon moaned, feeling his hips start to buck involuntarily. The different heats between the two sister’s two wet, coiling, powerful organs milking him at the same time… their two juices coating him in such exquisitely contrasting ways… it was all too much to handle: Limestone milking him to cum into her little sister’s tailhole.

Then Lime’s hoof came underneath his buttocks from behind, grabbing his taint and pressing upwards, massaging right underneath his balls, pressing those two swollen organs out of the way so that she could push against the sensitive flesh right over the top of his engorged prostate.

Anon’s eye’s briefly flashed down to the grey mare, seeing the mischievous triumph there. Sparkling eyes and a nasty grin conveyed what the dick-licking miscreant already knew: he was going to cum.

Buckets.

It was like she’d squeezed a swollen water balloon with the knot untied. Anon felt a pulse of explosive, thick, boiling semen racing from the mashed seminary gland, bulging up through the shaft being milked by LIme’s tongue, bubble through the tight seal where Marble’s ponut had managed to slide down to… then burst from his fat cockslit into Marble’s ass.

“OH OH OH! YES YES… THANK YOU MM… MMMM... Mmmm…..mmmhmmmm….”

With each rhythmic pulse of heavy sperm spurting into her asshole, rope after rope of goopy manbatter splattering into her taboo, Marble’s manic excitement began to cool, her heartbeat slowing as she melted into a pool of contentment like her body was absorbing the stud-juice through her rectum, a panacea to satisfy her burning needs as a mare.

Anon was in heaven, the relief and wash of pleasure at pumping spurt after spurt into the tight mare’s ass beyond anything he could have hoped for. His tongue hung from his lips, and he had trouble focusing. He was so enraptured he barely felt his cock sliding out of the tight little gray asshole, sending it’s final spurts up across Marble’s winking marehood, through the valley of her diminutive teats, and across the muzzle of her still fellating older sister, in thick, heavy ropes of jelly-like ejaculate.

“Oh...Oh… shoot…” Anon groaned out, his last dribble slipping from him as weakly as his hands slipped from Marble’s hips, before he fell backward onto his back in a sweaty pile, his heart throbbing in his ears, sweat pouring into his blinking eyes.

He only just heard Cloudy Quartz. “I can see you like his taste, Limestone.”

“It’s… hm… not bad.”

“The way you’re slurping it off yourself and licking it from your sister’s tailhole would say otherwise.”

“M-mom!”

“Leave her now, Limestone… Let me see to her and get her situated. If you want more… you’ll just need to get it from the source.”

“Oh, is it my turn then?” Even Lime’s gruff voice couldn’t hide the rising excitement there.

“Go on - I expect you’ll need to prepare him first.”

Anon saw Limestone’s cum-covered face appear in his vision as he stared up at the ceiling. With a slurp, she cleaned the last sticky strand from her cheek, then smiled naughtily down at him.

“Oh, I’ll prepare him all right.”

Anon slowly pushed himself up onto his elbows, his breath coming back to him one agonized puff after another - like he was a marathoner just starting to recover from completing a long run. Slowly, the blur of grey shapes and moving hair began to come into focus - and the dull sensation of his body began to sharpen.

Something wet, warm, and insistent was pressing against his length. Looking down his body, he saw the fierce emerald eyes of Limestone Pie, two orbs of deep green perched under her sharp silver hairline, staring straight at his half-erect cock… as she drew her tongue across his sloppy, cum-froth with long languid licks.

It was clear that she was enraptured with the taste of him… the way her eyes inspected his every fold and curve, looking for any missed splotches of ejaculate… then the way those same eyes ever-so-slightly rolled over in pleasure, savoring the flavors in her cheek before swallowing hungrily.

It made Anon’s heartthrob heavily, preparing to send a fresh course of blood to his half-hard tool for the benefit of the enthralled little rock-mare.

Pump after pump of hot blood coursed into his dick, quickly re-expanding it, inflating it like a hot flesh balloon in Lime’s hooves, until the tip began to bump against her wet snout.

She blinked, taking in the whole of the monstrous human cock, once again inflated to its full 8.5 inch length and considerable, firm thickness. It was cute, watching the usually edgy mare adorably size up the task in front of her, her eyes crossing over slightly as she tried to focus on the mammoth pole in front of her mouth opening slightly as if to gauge whether she would even be able to take all of Anon’s size into her.

Anon couldn’t help but throw in a jab.

“Wow Lime, you do know where that thing has been right?” Anon’s sudden quip caught Lime’s attention, and she followed the focus of the human’s eyes as he glanced over at her little sister, still mewling in delighted post-orgasmic slumber, a steady trickle of human cum pouring from her slightly gaping tailhole. “I mean I knew you were a real sh-”

“Ahem.” Cloudy Quartz’s throat clear, along with a flash of her eyes from her position next to her semi-conscious youngest daughter preempted Anon’s intended cursing.

It was like a thunderbolt striking the human… the cutting sharpness of that beautiful mother’s blue eyes - it wasn’t that he was afraid of her… it was something else. A mixture of respect and thrall… of obedience and caution… somehow she’d managed to tame him… and he didn’t mind.

But he was still Anon - maybe he couldn’t swear in her presence… but he could never stop trolling.

“Shh- I mean… I knew you had a potty-mouth, but I didn’t realize you liked the taste.”

Lime’s eyes sparkled with fury, and she stood up, walking forward until her hooves were planted on either side of his head, staring down at him with anger. “What did you say, punk?”

“I said - I think you like the taste of your sister’s butthole a little too much. Although I guess that would explain your breath.”

“Hey! My breath is fine. “ Her hooves pressed down into the bedspread on either side of the human’s grinning face. “And in case you weren’t paying attention, you moron, we took a potion that sterilizes everything down there and makes it smell like flowers.”

“Yeah, but how could that work, really?” Anon needled. “No potion can make a butt that delicious.”

Limestone’s features darkened briefly, another course of anger rippling through her face… before it turned into a wicked, mischievous smile.

“You know what, Anon?” Lime smugly replied, “You’re right.”

“I am?” Anon asked with surprise, not expecting her to crumble so easily under his trolling.

“Yep - I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to convince you just how effective Petunia’s potion is…” She leaned back as she spoke, starting to slowly turn around.

“Y-yeah?” Anon asked, uncertain… the mare was standing over him now, but with her rear hooves now planted on either side of his head. Staring up, he was looking right at Lime’s two teats - cute little average sized boobs wedged between her chiseled thighs… and those thighs were perfectly framing her plot.

Clearly displayed underneath her proudly flagged silver tail, Limestone’s pussy was already a swollen, drooling mess of a slit - her purplish-grey labia fattened with arousal, which could barely contain the darker and wetter inner lips, which had squeezed their way out of her vulva. Unlike her sister - Lime sported a big, fat clitoris - nearly the size of an Equestrian bit, and one that seemed to hang out in space in a constant state of wink - seemed to, that is, until Lime let loose an actual wink. The fat purple clit-head made its large size known then - sliding out of the mare’s pink interior, sending a gossamer strand of marecum shooting out as it did.

Just above that beautifully debauched cleft was Lime’s asshole. Unlike her little-sister, Lime sported fairly plump and large ring of ponut muscle - as Anon watched, it quivered with strength and lewdness beneath her wagging dock. Her tail was swishing back and forth like an excited puppy dog.

“...yeah, I’m not gonna be able to convince you with my words, Anon.” Limestone’s tail hiked up even higher, and she started to bend her rear knees, carefully looking back over her shoulder to gauge her landing point, “...you’re just gonna have to experience it yourself.”

“Eeeep!” Anon’s squeak was the last non-muffled thing to come out of his mouth, as the shadow of the muscular butt of Limestone Pie descended over him, moments before his entire face was buried in the sweaty, leaking, sexy flesh of Lime’s plot.

Hot. Wet. Musky.

No oxygen, only moments to breathe when the mare would grind herself a little too far forward or backward, giving his nose or his mouth a chance to suck in air before they were buried once again in Lime’s engorged genitalia.

It was rough and wild. She was using his face as a pillow - humping herself against his nose, his chin, his brow.

She was right, actually - the potion really did make her smell as fresh as flowers… her asshole, anyway. The butter-rich lemon-scent of her marehood couldn’t be masked by her fragrant tailhole, as she drooled the equally musky nectar in sticky strands all over his chin and neck.

It was a strange mix of excitement and fear - the survival instinct kicking in when one of LIme’s grinding humps would last a little too long - making Anon try to breathe in precious oxygen through an orifice currently embedded in her steamy plot, making his lungs burn and ache with need.

And he wasn’t the only needy one.

“Mmmm, yeah… betcha like my ass, now, huh punk:?” Lime groaned, arching her back upward to push even more weight onto Anon’s face.

Anon felt his nose slip into the slick, slippery confines of Lime’s cunt - the sharp tip of his snoot embedding itself almost an inch into her body - incredibly, he could feel her marehood grasping and clenching at him. Wanting to take somewhat more of an active role beyond ‘humpable pillow’, Anon hooked his hands over Lime’s hip bones, pulling her even harder into his own face…

Then he opened his mouth as wide as it would go, extending his tongue, to its utmost, reaching forward with it to tickle the upper bits of Lime’s squishy vulva. The citrus-tang of her delectable nectar made his tastebuds burst with delight, as he explored the different bumps and folds of her secret lips - little nubs and ridges that he could only assume were the upper cleft of her vaginal opening, a much tinier hole that had to be her urethra, little nubs that could be Bartholin’s glands… until finally, he found that fat throbbing bulb of pleasure.

“Oh… b-buck!” As soon as he made contact, only just able to touch the sensitive nub of nerve endings because his nose was still jammed in the lower part of Lime’s cunt, the mare groaned from deep in her belly, slumping forward to give the human a better angle at her clitoris. “Yeah, that’s it… right there... Lick it like a little puppy-dog!”

Anon obliged, lapping and teasing the thumb-tip sized clit - using his newfound reach to slip under her clitoral hood, delicately separating the throbbing purple clit-head from the prepuce of blood-fattened skin, sliding around the base, testing new areas that had likely never been touched before - buried so deep in such secret spots.

“MMMmmHNNGGGH!” Lime’s grunt was louder and more insistent, and she once again back mashing her hips down and back into Anon’s face, pushing off against the human’s knees for even more leverage to really mash her drooling holes against his head - driving him down into an indentation on the now soaked bedspread.

It was all darkness and sensation for Anon.

With a tight, generously-sized, rock-hard pony asscheek on either side of his head… his mouth and nose buried in earth-pony cunt… and a sweaty, hot pony-ponut practically suction-cupped to his forehead… all he had was the sensations of touch, and the sound of a pounding heartbeat in his ears - whether it was his or Lime’s, he couldn’t tell. This had a tendency to heighten one’s senses - losing sight and sound meant that taste, touch, and smell became so much more poignant.

He could feel, for instance, the wispy touch of hair tickling the tip of his throbbing, fully erect cock. Like a dancing, naughty paintbrush tickling at him. Sometimes it would be followed by a soft fur-cushioned thwap against a strangely featured surface… Anon correctly guessed that his massive pillar was millimeters from Limestone’s face, just underneath her straight-edged brow, and every time the gasping mare humped particularly violently, she would bounce against his shaft.

Flexing his abdominal muscles, Anon managed to make his cock jerk and flex, playfully smacking it against the groaning mare again and again.

“MMnnngh... B-bucking annoying… th-thing…” Lime groaned.

A moment later, Anon felt the tip of his cock slip into something hot, wet, and slimy. Once he felt a swirling, inexperienced snake of muscle darting around his head, lapping eagerly at the pre coming out of his slit… he knew that Lime had taken him into his mouth.

He had to reward her for that.

Pursing his lips, Anon managed to catch the grumpy mare’s clitoris during the course of one of its winking extensions, suckling on it like he was trying to draw a thick milkshake through a tiny straw. He could feel the resistance of the elastic tissue as it tried to pull the bulb back into its fleshy sanctuary - but he wasn’t about to let it do that.

“MMMMMMNG!” A muffled groan came from Lime’s chest, rumbling through Anon’s own abdomen where she had pressed her fluffy chest in order to get more reach and thereby engulf more of his human manhood. Her tongue had stopped swirling and thrashing inexpertly around his head - a clear indication that she was being overwhelmed by sensation and was not able to continue focusing on her first fellatio.

Anon sucked harder, drawing more of the fat, quivering, clit-head into his mouth, keeping it trapped in a state of permanent extension - a never-ending wink of pure ecstasy, combined with a potent suckling suction and a darting, massaging, aggressive tongue.

Lime never stood a chance.

“MMNNGHHHHHh….. Mmmm…. Mm…..m…” The mare’s gasping moans rumbled around Anon’s dick, her exhortations coming in bursts that coincided with the powerful spasms of her orgasm. Each time she came, Anon felt her drawback and forth, her cunt milking at his nose insistently, the clit in his sucking lips going wild with tension and release.

And the spray.

It was almost like he was being waterboarded - thick, juicy, splattering splashes of sloshing marecum rushing across his face, a sticky natural lubricant that made it hard not to inhale the lime-scented aphrodisia directly into his respiratory system.

Spasm after spasm racked her - drained her - literally and figuratively - as the usually tense and ferocious mare emptied onto him. And still, he didn’t release her - didn’t let her clit go…

Not until she completely surrendered, the moment when she gave in totally, her muscles going atonal, her body relaxing and pooling over him like a bundle of melted bones and skin and fur… her head slumping on his cock supported only by the prodding of his cockhead against the roof of her mouth.

Only then did he finally stop sucking. But her clit had already given up - it remained extended, throbbing an exhausted, completely out of strength to retract and recuperate. Anon had managed to go from being completely dominated underneath this young mare, to conquering her. Lime had a lot to learn from her mother.

But now he was going to own her.

Scooping up a good tongue-ful of mare-juice with his tongue, Anon used his hands to shift the limp, pleasure-paralyzed rock farmer’s bottom ever so slightly, repositioning his tongue so that he would have better access to a… lower part of her body.

Anon blinked his eyes clear of fluid, taking in the first light he’d seen for minutes as he stared at the pony plot mere inches from his eyes.

It was time to find out if Petunia’s potion really did work as advertised.

Lime’s delicious tailhole was right off his nose, a tight, but powerful ring of muscle that quivered and shook with the small aftershocks of Lime’s powerful orgasm. He could just see the taboo bright pink of Limestone’s insides when the rosebud would clench and unclench, hinting at what was within.

It certainly smelled amazing - like fresh spring flowers in a meadow, a blossom he might actually stop to sniff on a summer hike. But Anon was still suspicious - he’d never eaten… ass before.

But there was a first time for everything.

His tongue slid around the fat muscular ring, the strange texture of slick skin tantalizingly alien to him. The bud on his tongue was a living, breathing thing - quivering and twitching with Lime’s heartbeat, reacting to his delicate encircling probe. Once he’d made one full circle, he slid his tongue up and over the ridge of her ponut, delicately tracing down one of the wrinkles of her dark-gray starfish… until he reached its center.

The flavor was neutral - a mixture of the petunia-like potion and the sweaty-musk from Lime’s marehood, but the heat was something entirely different. Like a magma tube at the bottom of the ocean, the tight pinhole at the center of Lime’s rosebud leaked pure, boiling heat.

Curling his tongue into a thinner shape, Anon plunged forward - poking into the mare’s anus.

“MNNNFFF….” Lime’s cock-gagged grunt rumbled through his organ as he pierced her.

The sphincter gripped and clenched on the invader, clearly unsure and unfamiliar with having objects going through it in the wrong direction, but the clean taste and exciting reactions his first probing dip elicited only inspired Anon to drive in even further.

Gripping Lime’s buttocks with his hands even more fiercely, he pulled the solid mare as hard against his face as he could, trying to drive every bit of his available tongue into her rear. It wasn’t easy - the powerful coiled muscles in her bottom were pushing against him, trying to expel his snaking, thrashing invader from her taboo garden… but with the help of his arms, he was able to persist.

“Mmllrkk… Gglllrkk…!” Strange choking, swallowing sounds were coming from his groin. Lime had accidentally ingested a good few inches of his behemoth when she’d likely meant to shout out in alarm at the sensation of human-tongue up her butt… Anon could feel the inexperienced mare’s esophagus clenching and grasping around his fattened head.

He moved his tongue left and right, up and down… the puffy and muscular ring of flesh resisting his movements- it felt as if he were trying to punch and expand a hole in a marshmallow made out of dense taffy.

But damn was it fun to feel the mare’s reaction to his movements. She couldn’t help herself - grinding her ass into his tongue like an animal, as she moaned like a whorse around his cock - slobber splattering down into his lap and all over his balls.

The once fearsome Lime was like a toy in his hands… and on his tongue.

“MMM! MMMGN! Mmmmm….”

Anon felt her body shudder, felt her asshole clench down hard… a spill of juice splattering over his neck and collarbone as Lime’s pussy gushed a fresh dollop of lubrication - clearly a desperate offering for a stallion-cock that wasn’t actually penetrating her. The poor mare’s body was in such a state of confusion - a needy and desperate piece of malfunctioning biological hardware.

Anon slid his right hand off of Lime’s hip bone, carefully maneuvering it underneath her plot, casually tracing his fingers over her hardened nipples, like they belonged to him… before sliding his middle finger up and against the spot just under his chin, beneath where he was still tongue-fucking the mare’s asshole… lining up the tip of his digit with her swollen vaginal opening.

Instantly, his finger was marinated in Lime’s honey, still pouring from her in dripping strands. He didn’t even need to push his finger in, either… Lime humped herself back onto the middle finger in the throes of her grinding and reckless abandon… his tip slid in easily.

It wasn’t as tight as her ass but it was just as needy. Her greedy cunt-muscles swirled and milked at the new penetration, drawing more and more of his finger in with each of her plaintive backward thrusts… until he was at the second knuckle.

“MMfff! MFFF!” Lime’s head began to bob faster on his length - slamming the fat head of Anon’s penis against the narrow bottleneck of her throat. And that wasn’t the only thing that had met impassable resistance…

Anon could feel his digit pressing against some strange, spongey barrier inside Lime. He’d fingered plenty of ponies over his years in Equestria - but this was something new… it could only be…

So she really wasn’t kidding about being a virgin.

Anon grinned internally. There was something undeniably a bit sexy about being the furious mare’s first, and he wanted to make sure her first fingerbang would be extremely memorable.

Sliding his digit deeper wasn’t in the question now… but adding one or two more certainly was.

First his index joined his foundering finger, then on the very next stroke, his ring finger… And what had once been a somewhat tight but needy pussy, quickly became a strained, stretched, stuffed marehood. The swell of Lime’s inner and outer labia with blood mashed Anon’s digits together, as delicate inner pink skin stretched to accommodate the human’s invasion.

Squeaking mewls were all that Lime could respond with at this point… any semblance of trying to speak through her cock-stuffed throat given up entirely to animalistic grunts. Her whole body was constantly trembling now, an excited rumble that sent the gray mare’s sweat and juices flinging off of her as she wiggled and writhed on the first two inches of the human’s fingers.

Her tail was wagging up a storm, too.

It was stuck way up in the air, of course, the wispy hairs flashing about like some elaborate feather duster - but it also waved from left to right, something whacking Anon’s in the forehead, or providing him with a cool breeze as some modicum of relief from the hot, sticky, volcano of lust he was buried in.

On one particular thwack, something came back to Anon… something Pinkie had mentioned to him before she’d darted off like a banshee… her dock… remember her dock.

Anon brought his left hand from its perch, losing some of the purchase he held against Lime’s butt, which let her thrashing and grinding become even more violent, as the mare bounced her ass with intensity against the human’s face and fingers, painfully knocking into his nose and head. It was no easy task to grab hold of the mare, but he somehow managed, taking hold of her tail with his left hand, pinning the excited dock.

Anon composed himself - taking a brief moment to appreciate where he was: knuckle deep… tongue deep in Limestone Pie, a mare who had never had anything for him except a cruel word and a bitter send-off. But who was now a kitten in his grasp, her maidenhood literally at his fingertips, and her weak spot a heartbeat away.

Could he really do this to her?

Memories of the mare calling him a punk, pushing him into the mud, throwing rocks at him (though Pinkie claimed it was part of the traditional ‘rockball’ fight instead of snowball fights), and screaming bloody murder at him every time he looked at her big dumb boulder.

Yes he absolutely could.

In a coordinated movement, Anon pressed the fingers of his right hand deeper, and jammed his left thumb against the delicate patch of skin under Lime’s tail.

He felt the delicately give of supple, spongy flesh as his digits took her virginity, and felt a powerful throbbing pulse from the bundle of nerves under Lime’s tail.

Then he felt the rock-farming mare explode.

…

It was like she’d been hit with a cattle prod - each and every one of the gray muscles jerking to full tension in the same instant. With his tongue still buried deep in Lime’s tailhole, for a brief moment Anon wondered if it was possible for a ponut to snip right through a tongue… or for a cunt-squeeze to crush three fingers. Earth-pony strength really was terrifying.

Lime’s spine arched as well, her strong back tensing under her orgasm, the motion causing the mare to jerk her head off of Anon’s dick, throwing her mane wildly back, leaving only a long thin strand of saliva connecting her gaping tongue-lolled mouth with Anon’s thick cockhead. She’d thrown her head so far back Anon could almost see her eyes staring back at him for a moment - wild, heart-shaped pupils that sparkled and danced with lust-craze… another mare broken by Anon.

There was no controlling the mare’s bottom anymore, which slammed up and down with impunity, humping itself like mad on his fingers. The human could feel the tremendous winks crushing his fingers in powerful convulsions, sending her fat-purple clit shooting in and out with copious gushes of mare-juice as it throbbed the lovebud against the back of his hand. Her asshole was doing much the same thing - pushing and pulling against the strange foreign invader inside of it, unsure whether it wanted more of Anon’s tongue in it… or all of it…

And where Anon had heard some mares have loud, heavy, ceiling rumbling orgasms… he’d never heard one quite so… vocal.

“OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK YES.” Lime brayed, almost whinnying before her words began to cascade into one another. “YES, YES, YESYESYESGRABMYFUCKINGDOCK… ANON! ANON! NONNYNONNYNONNY YANK MY TAIL, RUB IT THERETHERETHERETHERE!”

Anon did as he was instructed, clenching the mare’s dock and pressing his thumb deeper into the soft indent he’d found, which clearly was the ‘crazy-mare on/off switch’ for Limestone Pie.

“YOU’RESOFUCKINGGOODNONNY… I WANNA WANNA I WANNA IT SO BAAAAAD.”

Disturbingly, Anon noticed that the mare’s usually straightlaced and sharp hair was starting to get quite… curly, random… volumized… poofy.

The silver sheen took on a more colorful tint… was this the opposite of the ‘sad Pinkamena Diane Pie effect’?

Still gushing in every way possible, Lime pronked up to all fours, pulling Anon up to his knees as she did so, jerking his tongue out of her butt, and his fingers out of her marehood, as the human desperately hung onto her dock for dear life.

Anon suddenly found himself on his knees, cock rock hard and ready to go, and right in front of him, with her now poofy and Pinkie-like tail clenched in his hand, was Limestone PIe: sticking her ass up in the air - presenting her needy, drooling marecunt to him.

She looked over her shoulder, fixing him in the eyes. Anon couldn’t help but notice how much Lime looked like her younger, pinker sister in the midst of a cupcake-induced sugar rush. The farmer’s eyes were giant wingding-style hearts, her face was plastered with a dopey-drooling ear-to-ear smile.

“A-A-anon…” Lime grinned, shaking with happiness. “I l-love to see you SMILE… while bucking me senseless!” She wiggled her ass in the air, with a ferocity and intensity that Anon would have deemed impossible for anyone without Pinkie’s fourth-wall-breaking ability.

“Now…” Lime’s eyes glazed over as she started to push backward, bringing the tip of Anon’s swollen cock and her plump, drooling snatch close enough that Anon could feel the steam rising off of her, “...you’re gonna gimme plow my rock fields with that big, yummy, human co-”

Anon felt a sharp sting in his left hand, making him wince and release the thrashing and crazy dock. A sharp strike, expertly delivered by Cloudy Quartz, just in time.

Almost as soon as he released his hand, the bizarre changes in Lime faded away. Right before his very eyes, Anon watched as the color that had been entering her coat and mane drained down to her hooves and faded, as her tail hair straightened and fell to the floor… her curly poofy bangs deflating and returning to their sharp bang-line, as if the force of gravity on Lime’s hair had just increased ten-fold. The mare’s bouncy, energetic twitches melted into exhausted nothingness, and the corners of her crazy smile dropped instantly, leaving her mouth a gasping, tongue-out mess as the mare collapsed to the bedspread, panting as hard as if she’d just finished a marathon…

About the only thing that stayed the same were Lime’s eyes… still heart-shaped (though smaller_ irises that cavorted wildly under her sweaty brow.

“Mmnnno...no… f-fair mom…” Lime moaned, struggling to lift her exhausted head up from the faceplant she’d just done to look at her mother. “I… w-was… I w-wanted… Anon to be my….”

“Shh… shh…” Cloudy comforted, brushing her daughter’s sweaty mane comfortingly. “He will, he will… don’t worry.”

“I… don’t… w-wanna become a wizard.” Lime gasped out, her eyelids drooping lazily, one more than the other.

“A wizard?” Cloudy craned her neck back, looking at her daughter with a wry grin. “Now you’re being even more ridiculous than when you were getting all ‘Pinkish’. Everypony knows that if you got magical powers from being untouched at thirty, you’d have a lot more alicorns running about. It’s on old mare’s tale, Lime.”

But lime had already drifted into a stupor-filled, post-orgasmic sleep, not far from her baby-sister’s nap in a similar nest of pillows.

Cloudy sighed, patting her eldest’s head lovingly, before turning away from her and looking at Anon.

“I apologize for striking you, Anonymous... but I do believe we had an arrangement.” Cloudy grinned. Turning toward the human slowly and with a creeping smile on her face. She reached up, taking her glasses carefully off of her face.

“You were quite right in pointing out to me that a head mare’s responsibility to her herd is to go first.” She placed the spectacles into an eyeglasses case, snapping the lid shut as she did so.

“And with such a wild, uncouth stud as you, and what you’ve done to my little girls…” Cloudy removed her collar and necklace, also placing them delicately on her nightstand as if she were preparing for nothing more than to go to sleep on a normal night.

Anon could only gulp with fear at the dominant older mare as she eyed him down.

“I can see that before I let you have my girls... it will be my job…” Cloudy pulled the hairpin from her mane, letting the whole of her tight and well-maintained bun explode out into the wild cacophony of green, tousled strands that Anon had seen when he’d shouted his pick-up line at her before. Her big blue eyes were filled with hunger - confidence - and passion… like a lion about to chow down on a wounded gazelle.

He was screwed.

“...my job… to break you.”

Anon slunk backward, trying to keep his distance from the predatory, veteran rock-farming matriarch.

Cloudy was in her element, her body lithe and her movements smooth, one hoof stepping in front of the other, carefully measuring out her pace, like a tiger stalking through the jungle, hunting down an unsuspecting and foolish hunter that had wandered into her domain.

But she wasn’t coming directly at him.

Instead, her circuitous path took her over to her sleeping youngest daughter.

“Marble, how are you doing?” Cloudy purred, tail flicking left and right like a cat.

Marble’s eyes droopily blinked, one eye fluttering open more slowly than the other as she struggled to rouse from her contentedly deep sleep. “Mmm...m-mama?” Her cute and soft voice was so light and innocent Anon could feel his heart-melting.

“Shh, shh… hush, baby… mamma just needs to borrow a little something from you, then you can go back to sleep.” Cloudy cooed, brushing her daughter’s brow lovingly.

Anon still kept his distance. He could see the love in Cloudy’s face for her child… but they way those sharp eyes darted over to him, ready to eat him alive… it sent shivers down his spine.

“That’s it baby, momma will take care of everything.”

Anon watched as Cloudy took one of her daughter’s hind hooves with her left forehoof, using her new-found leverage to part her daughter’s legs. He just barely caught a glimpse of Marble’s shining-slick marehood before a flash of Cloudy’s gray coat obscured his vision. With surprising agility, Cloudy repositioned herself, sliding her two legs around Marble’s lower body, mounting her supine daughter in a scissor-straddle position.

From his viewpoint, Anon could only see Marble’s thigh - he couldn't actually see the unique and rare vision of two marehood grinding and smushing against one another. But from Marble’s groaning reaction he could definitely guess that was exactly what was happening just out of sight.

“Mmmmaammaa…. Mmmhmm…”

Cloudy grinned, down at her daughter, until the young mare shut her eyes and opened her mouth in worldless, satisfied sighs… then she turned to look right at her prey.

Anon gulped, those big blue eyes clearly sizing him up and gauging him to be an easy meal.

“Our new herd-mate really did a number on you, hm Marble?” Cloudy grinned, still staring at Anon. The human couldn’t help but notice the matriarch’s hips giving subtle grinding hip thrusts, pivoting her hips in powerful tilts as if she were actually fucking her daughter… as she ground their cunts together. He couldn’t help but feel, especially with the way that Cloudy was staring him down as she slowly but methodically ground against her daughter, that she was imagining fucking him instead.

“That will do nicely, thank you, Marble.” Cloudy sighed, carefully extricating herself from the groaning mare.

Again, Anon couldn’t see Cloudy’s marehood - only a long silvery strand of clear nectar connecting Marble’s juicy swollen snatch to the hidden zone of forbidden delight underneath Cloudy’s swishing tail. With confidence, Cloudy strode closer to the human. Anon felt his heartbeat rise, he even pulled his feet back from her instinctively - he’d never been so cowed by a mare or woman in his life. He could feel sweat beads popping out on his forehead - was this the moment? Was she going to take him now?

No.

Almost casually, Cloudy trod past the human, over to her second daughter, Limestone - who was still lying prone in what could only be described as a pool of contented pony-flesh.

“And I haven’t forgotten about you, my dear Limestone.” Cloudy chuckled, as she also hooked one of her eldest daughters legs, easily pony-handling the pile of post-orgasmic limbs, muscle and fur, turning the mare onto her side and mounting her as well, this time from behind.
“M-mom?” Lime moaned out, eyes sparkling with dewy confusion.

“You did such a good job Limey.” Cloudy cooed, patting her daughter’s rump with her left hoof as she slid up against her. “I’m just going to borrow a bit of your honey, honey.”

“Mmhm...m-mom…!” Lime moaned happily, twisting her muzzle back into the sheets.

This time Anon could see the barest hint of pony-pussy, as Cloudy wrapped a hoofful of her daughter’s tail around her right hoof to give her leverage as she began to hump into Lime. He couldn’t quite see the matriarch's pony-bits… but he could see Lime’s swollen, puffy pussy-lips as they were massaged by her mother’s own crotch.

Again, Cloudy fixed the human with her eyes, staring down at him with intense focus as the air of the bedroom was filled with the sounds of wet pussy slapping against wet pussy.

*ScHloRp* *ScHloRp* *ScHloRp*

Those big blue eyes never left his face, as she powerfucked her eldest daughter from behind.

*ScHloRp* *ScHloRp* *ScHloRp*

“M-m...mom!” Limestone squeaked, her tail straining and pulling against the hoof that had wrapped it up into a tight knot.

*ScHloRp* *ScHloRp* *ScHloRp*

“Shh, Limey.” Cloudy cooed, eyes not leaving Anon nor her hips breaking their steady, grinding cadence. “Anonymous treated you so dastardly - taking advantage of your weak spot like that… though I suspect Pinkie might have had something to do with that.”

*ScHloRp* *ScHloRp* *ScHloRp*

A few last grinds, and Limestone’s left rear hoof began to kick out wildly pawing at the air in a sublimely cute way - an adorable reaction by the weakened pony to the orgasm drawn out of her by her mother.

“Mm… that’s it, baby, your mother doesn’t need any cheating weak spots to make you feel like the wonderful mare you are.” Cloudy whispered, still staring down the human.

“M-m-mooooooommmmnnnnnngh…..!” Lime quivered and kicked under her mother’s soft and methodical scissoring, jerking in small convulsions.

“That’s it… good girl… good girl…” Cloudy smiled, patting her daughter’s rump. Anon could see the sheets around the two Pies’ union turning damper and damper with soaked mare-juices, could hear the trickling drips of splattering fluid, could just peek at the sparkling drips of splashing, hot honey around Lime’s quivering cunt-lips… “Yes. Yes… that will do, quite well Limey.”

Cloudy snorted out of her nostrils, releasing her quivering older daughter’s leg and extricating herself delicately from the mare. The aftermath of her attention could clearly be seen - Limeston’s pussy was winking wide and insistently once again - her fat inner lips steaming and soaked from the recent attention they’d just been given.

Anon’s eyes couldn’t linger long though, as the imposing little gray mare really was encroaching upon him now, a cock-sure confidence billowing behind those deep dark blue irises.

“B-b-be g-gentle…”

Cloudy snagged Anon’s left ankle with her hoof, at first seeming to caress his foot lovingly… before she suddenly gripped him with ferocity, pulling in one fluid jerk that threw the human from the bed as if he weighed no more than one of the throw pillows near the headboard.

As he sailed through the air, Anon couldn’t help but marvel at the mare’s hidden strength. He’d heard of ‘farmer-strength’ before… obviously, pony ‘farmer-strength’ was a whole other level of intensity… and pony rock ‘farmer-strength’ was a notch above even that.

He landed with a small thump on the floor, soft enough that the wind was not driven from his lungs… but hard enough that he knew he could be manhandled (ponyhandled?) easily. He rolled back onto his elbows, just in time to see the shadow of a pony’s head cast over his hands. He looked up.

Staring down at him was Cloudy, licking her lips before biting her lower muzzle.

“You’ve been such a naughty stallion, Anon.” She grinned slowly shaking her head. “Accosting me and my daughters… chasing after my motherly tail, hoping that you could add me as one more notch on your bedpost… well, we have an old Pie family saying…”

Cloudy stepped off of the bed, gingerly, with great dignity. She put a hoof under the human’s chin, lifting his nervous face up to look into her eyes.

“Be careful what you wish for… because you just might get it.”

“I, Uh…-”

Anon’s babbling response was instantly cut off by Cloudy’s muzzle, which pressed forward and booped against his nose, sending a sparkle of stunning pain through his eyes. Before he could pull back, the mare’s other forehoof had wrapped itself behind the back of the human’s head, pulling him in tightly as she engulfed his mouth with hers.

Anon wasn’t sure if he opened his mouth, or if Cloudy’s ferociously strong tongue wrenched his jaw open - all he knew was that the mare’s tongue was halfway down the back of his throat before he could even blink. Cloudy twisted her head sideways and increased the pressure on the back of his skull, almost painfully pulling their embrace tighter, thrusting her tongue deeper into his throat.

“Hnnggg!” Anon choked, as the thick pony tongue pressed against his tonsils, nearly choking his airway. It was stunning, shocking - he hadn’t expected a… kiss. His hands curled in confusion and reaction. Should he reciprocate? Or just lie still?

He gently reached one of his hands up, intending to stroke CLoudy’s cheek. The instant his fingertip brushed one of the soft tufts of fur near the mare’s cheek, her blue eyes flashed with that dangerous sparkle again. The fat, writhing tongue pulled out of his throat just as quickly as it entered, leaving a wet, hot trail of mucous in its wake… and Cloudy broke their kiss.

Then she slapped him.

The hoof stung, leaving a rosy-red patch of skin in its wake. Painful, but nowhere near the strength that Anon now
knew the little mare possessed. If she had wanted to remove his jawbone with that blow, she could have. Still, it was shocking enough - reminding Anon of just how powerful Cloudy was.

He jerked back, scooching back to a seated position against the wall about a body length from the side of the bed, his knees in front of him defensively. He rubbed his cheek with his hand, looking at the mare with surprise and confusion on his face.

“Wh-wha-”

“Do not mistake my kiss for affection, Anon. I only allow such tenderness from my true love, Ignaceous.”

Anon worked his tongue around in his mouth, the sensations of the older mare’s potent kiss lingering there. “Th-then why the ki-”

“The kiss?” Cloud chuckled, shaking her head softly. She began to turn away from the human, facing the side of her master-bed, which stood about pony-chest height relative to her small size. “I told you I was a traditional mare, didn’t I Anonymous?” She was now facing entirely away from him, her rump pointed at the human, with a small hop, she put her two forehooves onto the top of the mattress. “...and a traditional mare must certainly be kissed…”

Grinning over her shoulder, Cloudy lifted her tail up and out of the way, hiking it proudly above her lithe lower back.

“...before she is fucked.”

Anon almost didn’t dare to look. There was some part of him that was terrified to look away from those eyes - which might so suddenly flashback to their fiery fury. But there was an inexorable pull, a burning need of his own to look upon this beautiful MILF’s plot.

The arched eyebrow from Cloudy was just the final icing on the cake giving him the confidence to look.

Her lovely, well-sheened dark green tail spilled out in a wonderful arc over the small of her lower back, held there proudly by her gray-furred dock, flagged up harshly in the air. A small patch of skin on the triangular tail root was an almost imperceptibly lighter shade of gray - almost a light pink from the flush of her tender skin under the thin coat of fur covering her privates.

Then there was her ponut. A gloriously -sized bud of muscle, colored dark dark charcoal, almost black against her fur. Not as big as Limestone’s, nor as small and tight as Marble’s… but pert and snug, all the same, proudly riding in between her two wonderfully firm buttocks, the delicate flesh of the tailhole-ring pressing into the muscular walls of her glutes.

A short path of dark skin under that rosebud - her taint, already sweaty and rosy with excitement - and he was staring at the mother of four’s marehood. Her perfect marehood.

Dark charcoal lips, swollen with hot, excited blood pressed against one another, while still being fat enough to graze the encroaching sides of her thighs. A hot, steaming stream of cleary nectar slid down the ornately smooth labia - which was already coated with a slimy sheen of wetness, no doubt borrowed from both of her daughters.

The slickness was dripping off the end of Cloudy’s pussy, the stream trickling down and over a heart-shaped nub of her clitoris, which was just large enough to peep from the fattened folds. Like a stone in a gentle brook just before a waterfall, Cloudy’s honey slid down her furrow and slid off the end of the well-sized button, before falling to ground in drippy, strand-like patters.

The fall of the drops drew Anon’s eye to the swell of her two teats, just below and in front of the beautiful, drooling mare-cunt. Age had not caused those bountiful orbs to lose any of their firmness - two decently-sized boobs, each capped by an engorged, dark nipple.

Anon swallowed at the thought of how those tits had nursed a generation of Equestria’s finest rock farmers.

Apparently, his swallow didn’t go unnoticed.

“Hmm...? Is that not enough of a show for you?” Cloudy coyly teased, as if she couldn’t tell the flummoxing effect her flashing had induced in the human. “Well… how about this?”

As if the heavenly presentation of Cloudy’s p[lot wasn’t enough, a ripple coursed through the mare’s backside, subtle muscles tensing in perfect harmony. Her ponut quivered and tightened, the two plump labial lips tensed and unfurled, revealing first a set of delicate, dark inner labia… then the boiling, steaming pink depths of Cloudy’s tight cunt. The piece-de-resistance was her clit, which shot out from the self-induced wink, revealing just how fat and throbbing it truly was under its fold of flesh, like the hidden part of an iceberg beneath the waterline.

He could see right into her - the mesmerizing swirl of pink muscles coiling and sliding over one another in her snatch, the quivering dart of her clit… and the spatter of a dollop of clear cum onto the bedroom floor… before her muscle tension was released, and those tight, vise-like lips closed up again, hiding away those pink secrets.

“Now… if you’ve seen your fill…” Cloudy snorted, shaking her mane so that it fell more comfortably over the nape of her neck, before dipping her shoulders and sticking her ass as high into the air as it would go - parting her rear-hooves slightly to widen her stance. “...do your duty and mount me.”

Anon did just that, stepping forward hesitantly to the little gray mare. Her buttocks were a good six inches below his hipline. He shuffled forward, nonetheless, not missing the fact that Cloudy’s eyes were locked onto his cock. Despite his shock and fear at Cloudy’s assertiveness, his manhood had not wilted. In fact, if anything his cock had betrayed him - swelling and pulsing to new engorgement levels that he had never experienced.

Even now he could see that his member’s head was a cherry red, completely filled with hot human blood, a thick ketchup-like vein popping out of his 8.5-inch shaft… or was it even longer than usual? It was hard to make any sensible measurement, not as the whole thing quivered and bobbed with each pounding heartbeat as he approached the steely rump in front of him.

“You’re quite large, at least.” Cloudy murmured, still staring at his cock. It was more like she was talking to herself than actually paying him any compliment. The mare was chewing her lower lip as she eyed him, perhaps contemplating just how her small pony body would be able to accept such an intruder.

Anon grinned - Cloudy’s reaction was the first chink in her armor that he’d managed to elicit.

The mare immediately noticed his face, and her features returned to one of cold stoicism. “Do not mistake me, Anon - having a great log between your hindlegs is nothing to be proud of - any animal can be well endowed, it takes a true gentlestud to know how to use his equipment.”

As she said this, Cloudy shifted her bottom backward, finally making contact with Anon’s legs - the hard muscles of her gluteus maximus coming to rest against the middle of Anon’s thighs. Anon let his meaty pillar fall onto the Cloudy’s back, falling with a dull thud along the curve of her lower spine. The mare’s dock rubbed along the left side of his shaft, her tailhairs ticking his sticky skin. The whole of his heavy penis stretched up her back - coming to rest somewhere near the mother’s mid-back.

Anon had to take a second to truly appreciate just how deep into the small rock-farmer his organ would penetrate. Certainly, it would seem that pony and man were not made to breed with one another - at least, no timid mare should attempt the daring feat.

Cloudy seemed to be thinking the same thing. Still looking over her shoulder at just how far the human’s cock stretched across her back, she wriggled her hips slightly, grinding her asscheeks back against the human. The wiggle went through her body and into Anon’s, making the pendulous cocklength weave and wriggle on her back like a fat boa constrictor, depositing a small trickle of pre in the musky coat-fur partway up her spine.

The stimulation against his glans was lovely - an initial invitation to partake in even more - Anon grunted, pushing back against the pony butt grinding into him. Instinctively, he slid a hand up to his shaft, pressing it down at the base to trap it more firmly against the tops of Cloudy’s round buttcheeks, which provided his glans with more friction as his member waggled back and forth.

“What are you doing?” Cloudy’s biting hiss scolded. “Stop, this instant.” The mare’s tail flicked with displeasure, slapping the human across his face with a light flick.

But Anon was on auto-pilot. The feel of pony flesh grinding against him felt so good - and he’d been so close to orgasming with Lime, only to be denied… if he could only get a little more stimulation… a liitte more friction… he could happily dump his load onto Cloudy’s back! His other hand reached forward and took the mare’s left asscheek in its grasp, firmly kneading it ass he used it for leverage to pull himself closer to Cloudy.

“I said… stop!”

Searing pain exploded through Anon’s left foot, worse than the feel of any toe stubbed against a bedpost in the middle of the night. Anon looked down to see that Cloudy had delivered an expert hoofstomp to his instep with her rear hoof - quickly reminding the human of just how much power was hidden in those experienced sinews.

But it worked. Anon stopped.

Through gritted teeth he exhaled in pain, both hands jerking back to clench into fists, as he tried to breathe his way out of the smarting agony of his poor stomped toe.

“OooooooW!” He began to pull back away from the mare, in an effort to protect his other toes from similar hoofstomps. But almost immediately, he felt Cloudy’s flagged tail curl around his back, trapping him from running away. It seemed that prehensile tails were a genetically inherited trait.

“I said stop. Not to leave.” Cloudy sighed, her dock and tail holding strong against Anon’s efforts to pull back. “You really are a simple, reckless animal, aren’t you? If I hadn’t intervened you would have wasted yourself on my back, like some stupid beast.”

“M-my… f-f-fudging TOE!” Anon whined, coming back to his senses, no longer pulling against the mare.

“Oh please - I barely tapped it.” Cloudy tsked, “But it seems even the simple instruction of mount me is too complex for you.” Cloudy shook her head slowly.

“I was trying.” Anon groaned, barely resisting the urge to kneel down and rub his aching foot.

“Obviously you’re a bit… taller than I’m used to… and larger…” Cloudy muttered. “I think you’ll have to go on your knees…” With a powerful jerk, Cloudy’s tail pulled down on Anon’s waist, forcing the human to kneel. He didn’t want to dwell on the fact that Cloudy’s tail had enough strength to overpower both of his legs.

Anon felt his cock dragged down as he fell to his knees, the briefest rush of burning hot, wet sensation sliding over his tip. It had happened in a flash, his cockhead sliding over Cloudy’s asshole and pussy, leaving only the barest hint of a slick kiss behind… but it still sent shivers up his spine.

“Now you’re too low…” Cloudy clucked.

She ground her ass backward into the human’s hips, leaving a wet, sloppy press of marehood against the spot just under Anon’s belly button. Like a juicy sponge being pressed against his lower-abdomen, Anon felt trickles of sticky marecum roll down into his groin as the mare pumped herself back onto him. Pinned between the mare’s frighteningly powerful legs and her clasping tail, Anon let his hands fall to his sides as marebutt humped into him, demonstrating just how hard Cloudy could fuck him if she so chose. His fingernails dug into the sides of his own thighs, desperately trying to resist grabbing hold of Cloudy’s tight asscheeks as he endured the sensation of being dry-humped by the mare. His cock bounced tantalizingly underneath her, wedged between the mare’s teats as it prodded past Cloudy’s belly button, leaving a small silver trail of pre-ejaculate in her thin belly-fur.

“Cl-cloudy…”

“Hmm? What’s that? Are you ready to do your duty, finally?”

“Y-yes…” He groaned.

“Very well…” Cloudy lessened the backpressure she was putting into the human behind her, pulling forward ever so slightly, revealing her open, steaming, winking pony-snatch. “...then stop messing about.”

Anon took himself into his hands, carefully aligning himself with the slick slit in front of him. He noted that both of them shuddered with delight as his red-hot cockhead touched tips with Cloudy’s fat pink lovebud, her clitoris and his cockslit swapping juices as they ground against one another.

But she didn’t let him linger, wriggling her ass and making his thick cock slide into the furrow of her plump outer lips. But he could not go further - even the impossibly slick inner lips of Cloudy’s count, which were so smooth and juicy with natural lube that even a hoof should have slid in with ease, could not spread wide enough for the human’s broad mushroom.

“Hnnnf…. F-f-fuck.” The word slipped from Cloudy’s lips, less than a whisper. But Anon still heard it - the first time he’d heard the rigid mare swear aloud. There was some measure of pride to take in that - that he’d drawn such invective from her, from the jamming of his giant knob against her unyielding slit.

His tip was bulging, flattening out like someone trying to push an overinflated party-balloon through the cardboard in a paper-towel roll… he just hoped he wouldn’t pop. it seemed to be an impossible fit - somehow even tighter than her youngest daughter’s little tailhole - Cloudy’s lips strained and stretched, slowly growing wider and wider over his blunt mushroom tip, aided by the older mare’s grunting groans and winking convulsions, each one causing her marehood to attempt to ingest, to inhale more of his human cock.

But still, he couldn’t enter her.

It was quickly apparent that she would not be denied - her tail tightened around him and she began to push back with her legs. Anon noted with some distress that his rigidly hard cock appeared to be under quite a bit of tension - the stiff pole of inflated blood the only thing separating their two sets of hips from connecting - against all the force the powerful farm pony could muster…

It was starting to bend!

“Cl-cl-cloudy!” Anon groaned, worried that he was about to experience some sort of horrifying penile fracture.

“Hnnf… s-stop…” Cloudy grunted over her shoulder, straining with the exertion of using all her body to try to impale herself on this man, “...s-stop with the… huf… h-hover hands…! Grab my rump and RUT me… b-buck!”

Her voice commanded obedience - Anon quickly grabbed two handfuls of her buttocks, taking hold so eagerly that it might be more accurate to say that he clapped onto her flanks.

*SLAP*

“Hmmmmnnnf!” Cloudy squeaked, her nose scrunching up and her cheeks pouting out cutely at the unexpected ass-slap. Anon was already pulling with his arms - he was fully committed now: either he would penetrate Cloudy… or his dick would snap in two like a twig.

“Mmmmmmmmgghhh!” Cloudy’s growl rumbled.

“Sh-sh-shiiiiiiiip!” Anon grunted back.

Then it happened.

Cloudy’s strained inner pink lips - drawn out to nearly their breaking point - like a pink latex glover stretched over a melon, slid over the edge of Anon’s cockhead-ridge. In less than an instant, he penetrated deeply into the mare’s tight, twisting love tunnel, burying more than half of his massive, thick log into her cunt.

Hot.

Boiling hot.

The volcanic interior of cloudy was a myriad of sensations, but the overwhelming one was just how steaming her insides were - this little pony definitely ran hot. and strong. her muscles were so powerful - so intense that it made sense to him now why her pussy had been so hard to enter: her vise-like muscles made her as tight as any young, blushing bride.

“F-f-fuck!” Cloudy groaned aloud, an animalistic curse coming from her gut, “...that’s so b-BIG… I haven’t been stretched like that since I birthed Marble!” Her left forehoof thumped the top of the bedspread in reaction to the sensation, as she struggled to cope with the insertion of such a massive object into her body.

It was cute - Anon would have smirked to himself at the domineering mare struggling and failing to handle his big, fat, human dick… if he were not struggling himself with the overwhelming feelings of her massaging, tight cunt-y confines clasping and grasping all around him.

So the two of them just hung there for a few moments, grunt and shifting ever so slightly. Cloudy staring down at the bedspread, clenching the sheets in blissful agony… as Anon stared down at the incredible sight of his thick sausage disappearing into the set of tight, drooling pink lips and dug his fingers into the flesh of Cloudy’s butt as he tried to resist the more potent squeezes of her pelvic floor.

Sweat dripped from Anon’s brow, his breathing slowing synching up with Cloudy’s, as he noticed the nuances of this beautiful mare’s every reaction to his cock - from the myriad clenches and milking jerks of her inner tunnel to little twitches of the muscles along her spine. Slowly, he felt the tension of the mare’s tail release, at first sagging away from his hipline… before slowly stiffening up in front of him, rising higher and higher with each breath, until it was fully hiked up in a flagged position.

Of course, she would recover first.

“Mmm… th-that… that was invigorating.” Cloudy chuckled, blowing a hot gust of steam from her snout, “...really, just as impressive as I’d heard from Twilight Velvet. I had never imagined I’d have the opportunity to…”

Anon suddenly felt Cloudy’s vagina ripple and swirl, her contractions no longer spastic and uncoordinated - clearly back under her control. It was all he could do to bite his lip at the force of the incredibly tight clench of her marecunt around his shaft as if someone had snapped a too-tight elastic band around his cock… one that Cloudy could move up and down his length at will.

“...try…” Another clench.

“...you…” And another.

“...out.” With her last word, Cloudy’s whole tight tunnel cinched down on him as one tube, twisting and binding with anaconda-like intensity.

“H-holy… f-f-f-fiddlesticks…” Anon groaned, fingers clenching into Cloudy’s rear.

“Mmm… yes… that’s right, isn’t it?” Cloudy wiggled her butt, tantalizingly sending ripples through to Anon’s cock, “I seem to recall that you spanked my bottom without my permission, Anon.” Cloudy’s voice scolded.

Anon gulped, his eye’s focusing in on Cloudy’s. That same fire was there… but underneath it was sheen of playful exuberance - this cat knew she’d captured the mouse in her paws… and it was time to play.

“I think some reciprocity is in order… don’t you?” Cloudy grinned.

Anon felt his mate’s body began to pull away from him, ever so slowly. The sucking force of her tight cunt pulled him with her at first, despite the fact that she’d released her grip. It still took Anon needing to almost brace himself against her rock-hard ass to carefully pry his dick out of her tight confines.

Inch by inch, slowly… he withdrew from her. He watched her bright pink inner lips get drawn out from her depths, nasty obscene squelching sounds accompanying the vacuum-seal of pussy against cock breaking as he neared fully exiting her. He could see the fat bulge of his cockhead as it neared the slick entrance of her cunt - the outline of his glans clearly pressing outward against the thin pink flesh.

“I was going to be gentle, since this was your first time doing your husbandly duty with me.” Cloudy’s grin grew wider, revealing the sharp-toothed fang of her canines before she growled sultrily, “...but since you’ve shown that you’re OK with things being a bit rough… I think I’ll go all out.”

Cloudy’s tail once again wrapped around Anon’s belt-line, bracing the human and locking him firmly in place.

“W-wait, C-cloudy!” Anon stammered, barely able to find the words. He wasn’t used to being on his heels like this.

“No, I don’t think I will…” Cloudy’s ass began to move backward, reversing its withdrawal… beginning to jam Anon’s fat human cock back into her volcanic depths, inch by inch.

“Mmmmfff!” Anon grunted, carefully resisting the urge to slap Cloudy’s bottom again. As he sunk deeper into the twisting depths of Cloudy’s pony pussy, he once again felt his passage deeper blocked by an impossible tightness… heretofore unplumbed depths stretching to accept a masculine invader for the first time. It wasn’t easy going - only by the sheer force of Cloudy’s muscular body was he being stuffed into her to such a degree. His cockhead was constricted, to an almost painful amount.

But he still went deeper into her than his first penetration - sinking an extra inch into her heat, leaving only three inches in the cold… if you could call it that. The winking kiss of Cloudy’s clitoris as she gobbled up his girth, and the spattering sputter of her marejuices coated Anon’s base and balls with a warm and pungent slickness.

“I’m just getting started.”

Cloudy reversed direction once again, speeding up ever so slightly. Drawing Anon out of her with the leverage of her body and tail. Anon felt sparkles popping behind his eyes, electricity racing down to his toes… the sensation of her hidden folds running over his shaft’s every crevice and vein simply divine.

And then she plowed backward again. Faster, and with more violence. Spearing herself onto his cock with the full force of her strength, their rapid union sending torrential splashes of unspeakable liquids slopping to the floor.

Only two inches outside, on this stroke.

Anon’s eyes barely had a chance to register the sight of his thickening base stretching the little mare’s entrance to a ludicrous level, before she began to extract him again, her pace quickening with each passing moment as she found a smooth coordination of her body, like a piston engine coming up to full speed.

“C-cloudy… I’m… I’m going to...!” Anon suddenly yelped, the feeling of complete fullness bubbling up from his loins suddenly, the dull ache that had been building there quickly transforming into an explosive cascade of release. He’d never cum so fast - not from only three strokes! But this MILF’s pussy was just… on a whole other level! Each slide of her muscles over him, her raw heat… the damn musk she was hanging in the air.

He didn’t stand a chance.

Anon sighed happily and tightened his grip on the mare’s flanks, letting his hips twitch involuntarily as he prepared to unleash his fattest load of the night into Cloudy’s waiting pussy.

“Going to what?” Cloudy tsked, growling. “...you’re not doing anything, without my permission. And certainly not before I have been satisfied.”

Anon felt Cloudy’s vagina clench down, near to the entrance of her outer labia, tighter and fiercer than anything she had done before. It felt like someone had drawn a steel wire tight around his cock.

“G-gggaaaaaaahhh!” Anon shouted aloud, the sharp pain brutal. He felt his body pulse and jerk, once, twice, three times… as he dry-fired, his orgasm unable to erupt, completely closed off by the pussy-vise around his cock.

A ruined orgasm. Again.

But worse.

He gasped with desperation, trying to get his eyes to focus. His entire body was burning from the need to suck in oxygen. His dick felt like it was in a tesla coil, with multiple branching tingles arcing through every overstrained nerve fiber. His balls felt like they were going to explode - as they swelled and bulged with displeasure at their inability to loose their genetic payload.

“I told you I would be rough.”

“P-please!” The plea fell on completely deaf ears. Cloudy simply adjusted herself, maintaining the frighteningly powerful control of her cunt-muscles, simply grinning as she watched the human’s cock bulge and throb pitifully at the exterior of her pussy.

Throb after throb, as spurt after spurt of ejaculatory release, misfired in Anon’s urethra - backing up into his own gonads, swelling his fruit to pendulous size. Anon’s vision clouded, white tunnels of consciousness appearing around the outskirts of his vision, as he desperately tried to remain focus until, finally.... his constrained orgasm subsided.

“G-g-gahhhhh!” Anon took in a deep, gasping breath. Drawing oxygen for the first time since his non-release began. He felt the blood rush back to his body, his vision slowly returning with a midst of pinpoint spots appearing in his focus - sparkles of light that danced across his retina, belying just how oxygen-starved he’d become. Simultaneously, his whole body began to ache - his muscles, which had tensed so hard as they were captured in the throes of a ruined orgasm… his balls, which felt akin to the hoover dam after a massive rainstorm had passed through, with water dangerously splashing over the top of a crumbling barricade… and his cock!

He looked down at himself and was almost terrified by the sight of his manhood - swollen and reddish-purple, rigid and throbbing to tremendous size. The thing felt like he’d been stung by a swarm of angry wasps - he’d never felt so plump and full in his entire life! His whole size was comically jammed into the puffy pony pussy in front of him, like something out of an old looney tunes cartoon… except it was real.

“Now, let’s continue.” Cloudy’s purr was part growl, part giggle… and all sex.

“W-w-wait Cloudy, I’m not re-”

*SQUELCH*

With a grinding thrust, Cloudy slid onto Anon, fucking herself back up on his even thicker cock.

“F-ffff…..!” The syllable hung in Anon’s bitten lips, as the sensations of twisting heat returned to him. With his new swollen girth, it felt like he was expanding into every crevice, every nook, every cranny, every minute fold of the mare’s pristine vaginal depths, his flesh poured into her like some mixture between rock-hard rigid cock and liquid man-meat.

*SQUELCH*

But she hadn’t stopped there - immediately she’d reversed and recontinued her next stroke, slamming back with more violence and speed than before…. Still, the narrowness of her cavity at its ultimate depth prevented them from completely conjoining… but it felt like they were edging ever closer… Anon was surely but steadily mining deeper into her moist cavern.

*SQUELCH*

“Mmmngh.” This was the first grunt that seemed to escape the dominant, poised mare… not like any of the moans or groans she’d purposely let slip earlier… this had bubbled out of her like an escaping geyser - venting from the core of Equus’s fiery depths.

Anon’s focus quickly zoomed in on Cloudy’s eyes - the window to any mare’s soul. What he saw there was something that he would have loved to see… had it been any other mare.

She was losing control.

Anon had seen it so many times in his various erotic adventures since arriving in Equestria - the way A mare’s eyes would slowly change, pupils dilating, irises turning into those heart-shaped emoticons, a glaze falling over the usual shine of those large, cute, pony eyes The mare’s eyelids would roop slightly, her mouth would open ever so slightly, the tip of her tongue would start to wag, a faint sheen of musky perspiration would bead on her brow….

And then they would be completely fucking feral.

He’d seen it before, and he was seeing it again - Cloudy Quartz was resorting to something more animalistic, feral, depraved.

Usually that meant that Anon was in for a hell of a fun time. Nothing was wilder than an equestrian mare going over the edge. Maybe there was something in their cutesy, adorable genetics that built up a huge backlog of absolutely debauched, drooling needs.

But Cloudy was different. Scary.

Cloudy in control had already pushed Anon to the edge, to the very limit of his comfort zone, maybe even beyond. If she went wild, he was genuinely concerned that he might not come out on the other end in one piece.

“F-f-feels… good!” Cloudy’s speech was slurring slightly, hot, steamy breath coming out of her gaping mouth… and she seemed to be looking right through him. This was bad. “Y-yesss… this is good!”

*SQUELCH*

Anon felt his feet begin to slip underneath him from the force of her thrusts. It was a peculiar feeling - the instinctive reaction to try to assert his balance made his stomach drop with fear - particularly as there was little he could do to prevent himself from falling backward onto his ass... All mixed up with the intense sensation of coiling, wrapping pussy. Just as he caught himself, sliding his feet ever so slightly to bring his center of balance back underneath himself-

*SQUELCH*

She drove onto him again. There was no stopping it now. His hands tried and failed to grasp hold of Cloudy’s hips, his core and arms vainly sought to stabilize his upper body, as he started to fall away from his smaller sexual partner, doomed to a sore bottom at the very least.

But he suddenly found himself suspended in mid-air.

“H-huh?” Anon blinked, his feet somehow floating in the air as if gravity had suddenly suspended itself. “Wh-wha-nnff!”

*SQUELCH*

“Y-yes! Yes!” Cloudy grunted. She was now supporting the entirety of the human’s weight with her tail, hoisting the larger human as though he were as light as a feather - and slamming herself against him as though he were no more than some oversized sex-toy for her to play with.

*SQUELCh*

“Yes! Yes” YESYESYES!” Cloudy’s eyes shot wide suddenly, revealing to her prey exactly what he had feared: two bright blue heart-shaped pupils hung there, starry-eyed and quivering, showing just how much the mare had lost herself.

*SQUELCH*

“Your cock-!”

*SQUELCH*

“It’s so… big!” A shiver of pleasure shook itself up Cloudy’s lower back, sending the her fur into bristling tufts, like she’d suddenly been charged with static electricity. Anon could feel the added tension in the mare’s body through the rigidly taut tail suspending him, slamming him into her driving backside. “It’s so… g- g-...”

*SQUELCH*

With the next piston-like hump, all of Cloudy’s tension released. For a moment Anon felt like the tail around his waist was going to droop, letting him fall to the floor, but though he sagged, Cloudy kept him aloft. Every other muscle seemed to spasmodically unwind, though… throughout the mare’s upper shoulders, through to her mid-spine, and down to her exquisitely strong ass muscles uncoiled and flattened… and the impossibly tight and massaging pussy simply melted around him.

Cloudy was orgasming.

“-g-g-ooooooood…. It’s suuuch a good coccckkkkkkkk…!” Cloudy had shut her eyes tight and grit her teeth, the last syllable of her cry drawn out, rumbling through the entire room. Anon could feel the mare’s pussy wink around him, her hot clitoris sliding in and out along his lower shaft, grinding itself along the edge of his shaft. Hot, spattering fluids splashed against his balls and his inner thighs.

“Good… goood…” Anon cooed back at her. He hoped to calm her, perhaps a good hard orgasm would rain her of that dangerous lust-energy building up in her. He focused

In Anon’s experience there were two types of mares. Some would go meek and mewling, nothing more than a puddle of contented mare after reaching their climax, happy to drool and moan as he finished at his own pace, or if he’d already popped, to snuggle and wind down. He was hoping Cloudy was one of these types of mares...

Because the other type…-

Anon’s train of thought was disrupted as Cloudy’s eyes fluttered open. Those heart emoticons were now throbbing, one larger than the other, pulsating with twice the ferocity than they had before. Her green mane, already wild and unruly since she’d let it down, was now almost medusa-like, bangs and curls roiling with energy. Hot, steaming gusts of air blasted from her flaring nostrils, and her muzzle hung open, tongue drooling out one side.

‘Oh shit.’ Anon had enough time to formulate that last thought before the onslaught began.

*SQUELCH*

*SQUELCH*

*SQUELCH*

*PLAP*

*PLAP*

The sound of Cloudy’s powerful thrusts changed as her slamming, jackhammer, rear pistoned into the human trapped helplessly in her tail, suspended above the ground. By driving him deeper and deeper into her tight, small body, Anon’s balls had started to swing up and connect with the bottom of her cunt. The wet impact of his heavy, painfully full fruit began to overshadow the obscene squelching spatters of Cloudy’s thick, wet lips.

*PLAP*

*PLAP*

*PLAP*

“F-f-rrragggle!” Anon groaned, completely unable to do anything but endure the maddening sensation of being fucked silly.

He noticed that with each slamming thrust, the pair were sliding backward, away from the edge of the bed, with cloudy already having to extend her fore-legs away from the edge of the mattress quite a ways to keep herself propped up.

It seemed the mare’s butt was more powerful than her tail - slowly but surely her pounding, rearward grinds were driving back against the grasping counter-force of her tail… the pair were sliding toward the bedroom wall.

*PLAP*

*PLAP*

*PLAP*

“Yes! YES!” Cloudy moaned, her forehooves coming off of the mattress and planting into the floor. She thrashed her head wildly up and down, almost like a wild, bucking mustang from Earth, each lashing throw of her neck whipping backward into an intense jumping buck, which served to stuff more human cock into her snatch and send her closer and closer to the wall.

*PLAP*

*PLAP*

*PLAP*

Anon could feel the fat base of his cock entering Cloudy now - only an inch or so of him remained uncovered by her gripping velvety marehood - though he had long since been completely drenched in Cloudy’s hot spatter. It was hard to tell anymore, what with the insane tightness and throbbing, almost painful state of his erection… but there was something different about what his tip was feeling. No longer was it mere tightness preventing him from jamming the last of himself into Cloudy… but there was something else entirely - a physical block, a wall of impenetrable cunt-flesh that prevented him.

It had to be her cervix.

*PLAP*

*PLAP*

*PLAP*

A reflection off of one of the quartz covered bedside lamps caught his attention - from this new angle Anon could see the two of them in side profile and his jaw dropped.

It was strange enough to see himself hovering in the air, and to see the massive width of his erection… but what really had him astounded was the bulge in the little mare’s belly at the end of each rearward stroke. A big, distended bump appeared out of Cloudy’s lower abdomen, racing up to her bellybutton… and beyond. It looked like some alien snake was making its way up through her guts.

And she still wanted more.

*PLAP*

*PLAP*

*PLAP*

“Mmm! MMM!” Cloudy squeaked. Her hooves were leaving heavy indents in the wooden floorboards, each powerful fuck digging the edge of her hoof tip into the hardwood, sending slivers of timber up like a carpenter’s level kicking up splinters. Sweat flew off of the little farmer in a light sheen, the residue her effort clear as she used every ounce of her strength to sex the ever-loving Celestia out of him.

The humid fog of her musky exertions filled the air - her sweat and the puddles of hot, drooling cunny-honey under her made the atmosphere so thick with pheromones that each breath Anon drew seemed to condense in his throat - reminding him of the taste of cunt he’d gotten earlier.

*PLAP*

*PLAP*

*PLAP*

Anon felt something cold on his naked buttocks, then his shoulders, then all of his back.

He’d reached the wall. There was no going further.

...Unless Cloudy was going to fuck him through the wall.

*PLAP*

*PLAP*

*THUD*

The sound of Anon’s back hitting the wall echoed through the room, shaking the ceiling beams so hard they would have let off a shower of dust, were the house not kept so immaculately by the Pie family. Luckily for Anon, the drywall was simple and covered with only a thin coat of paint - had it been a spackled or brick wall, he had serious concerns about just how torn up his back would be.

Cloudy’s tail unwrapped from around his hip. It was not longer needed to keep the human trapped against the wild mare’s vicious thrusts: he was now being pinned against the wall, his feet still dangling about the floor level.

*PLAP - THUD*

*PLAP - THUD*

*PLAP - THUD*

The rhythm continued, meaty flesh impacts coming at the exact same moment as dull bumps against the wall. Each heavy impact made the furniture in the room bump and jump. Small knickknacks, - like a jewelry mirror or the bedside lamp - clattered and fell, adding to the chaotic throes of passion.

“Unfgh! Unf! Unf!” Cloudy’s yelps had turned into loud grunts. The mare was completely dripping now - sweat and erotic dripping flung from her like a dog shaking its fur after coming in from the rain.

But she still couldn’t drive that final inch of humanity into her body - the final gate to her womb just wouldn’t permit such an invasion.

*PLAP - THUD*

*PLAP - THUD*

*PLAP - THUD*

Freed from its task of holding him upright, Cloudy’s tail freely thrashed about in a completely flagged position. With happy wags, the aroused tuft of hair splayed back and forth across the human’s exposed chest, smearing the sweat of their two bodies together and tickling the human.

Not that he could really focus on any tickle in his chest.

Ninety percent of Anon’s sensation processing neurons were being occupied trying to handle the raw chemical data from his overtaxed sexual organ nervous region. Not only was he nearly boiling himself from the inside with the amount of raw, restrained ruined-orgasmic throb… but Cloudy’s convulsing, chaotic, crazy cunt-muscles were slipping, sliding, dancing along every part of his embedded shaft!

The remaining ten percent was devoted to the feel of Cloudy’s tight, sweaty ass-cheeks pressing against his upper thighs and lower abdomen. Finally, the mare had impaled herself deeply enough that the powerful twin mounds of her flanks were pushing against the human’s body.

It felt like two rock-hard mountains, like two crystalline diamonds, like the very foundations of the earth slamming against his body. Sure, there was a light, thin layer of fluffy fur and skin… but everything else was raw, unbridled muscle.

And the mare was using every last fiber of it.

*PLAP - THUD*

*PLAP - THUD*

*PLAP - THUD*

The squish of Cloudy’s ponut was just beginning to lightly touch the top of his lower belly - light grazing touches by the hot pucker of flesh. He was so close to hilting in her now - it truly was like the whole of Cloudy’s body was doing its utmost to take all of him in - from her grunting, grinding thrusts, to her stretching, elongating vaginal canal.

She was trying.

Anon could do little to help. Pinned as he was, he could barely rotate his hips, pivoting them only ever so slightly to perhaps aid in fucking ever so slightly harder. His hand could do little - he kneaded the iron flesh of Cloudy’s back, though he felt like he might as well be trying to give a lump of granite a back massage.

Mostly he was a spectator - watching dumbfounded as the piston-like movement of the mare’s body swiftly pulled herself off of him… drawing inch after inch of red-hot, steaming cock from her squirting cunt, stretching her pink inner-lips out as he exited her until only the tip remained inside her rapidly contracting entrance… before she would slam back with incredible swiftness, burying all of that freshly excavated dick to the gates of her womb.

*PLAP - THUD*

*PLAP - THUD*

*PLAP - CRACK*

Anon felt his right hip suddenly give way, sinking impossibly back. For a heart-rending moment, he was sure that Cloudy had fractured his pelvis, cracking through one of the most solid bones in his body through the raw force of her fucking hips, consigning him to months of painful disability...

*PLAP - CRACK*

But the lack of pain, the fact that his muscles were still functioning, and the sudden wafting of light dust through the air told a different story: Cloudy’s beautiful behind had actually managed to crack through the drywall, embedding him into the insulation between two of the studs.

Cloudy really was literally fucking him through the wall.

*PLAP - CRACK*

*PLAP - CRACK*

*PLAP - CRACK*

“Unghh! Mmmf! MMF!” Cloudy’s needy groans rumbled again, revealing her displeasure that her leverage against the human had decreased. Her throaty grunts were difficult for Anon to decipher - he couldn’t tell if she was orgasming… nor did her body provide any clue - the hot, little mare had been writhing, shaking, squirting and convulsing since her earlier explosive release. He wouldn’t be surprised if Cloudy was one of the lucky few females who could experience a continuous, rolling orgasm.

*PLAP - CRACK*

“I want it!”

*PLAP - CRACK*

“All of it!”

*PLAP - CRACK*

Cloudy’s feral growl was more animal than sapient. Clearly, this mare was not looking for her own pleasure - she wanted... Every. Last. Inch. of his cock.

But with the drywall giving way - there was no way she was going to jam that last bit of him into herself - not unless her cervix could open up and let him hilt her. Suddenly Anon had terrifying visions of being entombed in the walls of the Pie family house, buried there by Cloud’s needy, unending smash.

*PLAP - CRACK*

*PLAP - CRACK*

*PLAP - CRACK*

More and more of the poor human’s body was pushed into the drywall, the rending cracks of drywall splitting just barely overcoming the wet thwaps of his heavy balls against the mons pubis of the mare and the slight slope of her teats, adding more stimulation to the cacophony of stimulation boiling betwixt the two.

He was in trouble.

Big trouble.

He caught some vision out of the corner of his eye - two gray bodies moving. Straining to pull the last of his energy to focus he set his eyes upon the source of the movement: Lime and Marble, both having roused from their sleep, posed at the edge of the mattress, watching him getting fucked by their mother into the carpentry of their home.

*PLAP - CRACK*

*PLAP - CRACK*

*PLAP - CRACK*

“H-h-help…” Anon croaked, barely finding the breath to beg. Cloudy’s two daughters blushed, their cheeks turning a light red. He wasn’t sure how long they had been watching, or how recovered they were from the earlier debauchery he’d undertaken with them… but he was desperate. He needed help. “...p-p-please…”

He was so exhausted, so drained, physically and emotionally, he could barely react, could barely feel the relief and tinge of excitement as the two mares hopped from the bed, and made their way over to either side of their mother.

Cloudy didn’t notice them, here eyes varied between being open or shut, but with the way she would throw her head about, the amount of moaning, shaking orgasmic convulsions, and the fact that both of her pupils remained unfocused hearts of varying size… Anon suspected she could see no more than vague colors and movements.

Marble leaned over and whispered into her older sister’s ear, the mare’s cute eyes nervously looking at Anon and then away - he wasn’t sure if she was embarrassed to look him in the eye after he’d fucked her in the ass… or if the sight of her mother plowing the ever-loving granite out of him was too exciting for such a mild-mannered mare to watch.

Limestone’s face quickly blushed as well, she jerked her head back and looked with shock at her baby sister, but Marble simply nodded back at her. With a slight sigh, Lime nodded as well… an both mares began to walk toward him - toward the site of pounding destruction that was their mother’s plot.

*PLAP - CRACK*

*PLAP - CRACK*

*PLAP - CRACK*

“H-helllp…” Anon’s groan slipped from him, as he looked down at his own groin. Besides seeing the now-familiar but still shocking spectacle of his fat, over-sized cock stuffed into Cloudy… on either side of the matron’s asscheeks were now a pair of blushing pony faces, their faces’ cheeks pressed into their mother’s rear cheeks… both looking up at him.

It was quite a sight.

Lime’s face scrunched slightly, and her eyes darted to the right to look over at her sister. “Are you sure you want to suck on mom’s teats? I mean, I could definitel-”

“Mmm-hmm.” Marble hummed back, sternly, shaking her head at her sister. Then, with the slightest flash of a shy smile at Anon (and he could almost swear a wink - was Marble’s confidence starting to grow?), the demure young mare ducked her head underneath her mother’s belly, and out of his sight.

Lime sighed again, obviously resigned to whatever task she’d been burdened with. Still glaring daggers at the human, she leaned in toward that steaming, frothing junction of mare and man, pistoning in against one another.

“Celestia! Y-yes! Keep suckling!” Cloudy suddenly whined out, her neck straining upward and an even more violent shudder rippling through her and into Anon.

Whatever Marble was doing down below, she clearly was a fan. Her frenetic pace slowed - the rate of her strokes becoming more steady and measured, though the length and power of each backward movement remained as potent as ever.

But it was enough.

This slight reduction was just the opening that Limestone needed - just enough for her to slide her head down her mother’s backside without risk of receiving a concussion-inducing butt-blow to the face. She positioned her muzzle carefully, angling herself with care - all the while sparing the odd moment to glare daggers up at the semi-conscious Anon.

And then - with her mouth slowly opening… she extended her tongue… and let loose a long, luscious lick of her mother’s right asscheek, drawing her pink muscle up to her mother’s dock…

Then down… across Cloudy’s pert, puffy ponut, the sharp pink-edge tracing one of the myriad wrinkles to dart across the pinhole-sized entrance at the center of the squishy pucker.

If Anon had more stamina, he would have loved to tease Limestone about her apparent newfound spelunking talents.

Instead, all he could do was watch as the mare’s tongue slid down over the slick patch of skin between Cloudy’s asshole and pussy… before finally darting over the bottom of her mother’s puffy vagina. It wriggled at the edge of Cloudy’s stretched, pink inner-lips, toying with the exact border where penis met vagina… as if trying to wedge itself into the twisting erotic interior itself…. But there was no way she could fit into Cloudy’s marehood as well, stuffed as it was with cock.

“Y-y-yesh! YESH!” Cloudy’s slurred speech filled the air.

Lime hummed in concentration, Anon feeling the vibration rumbling through his cock as she did so… before she extended even more of her tongue outward, wrapping around more of Anon’s massive width as she did, slowly stretching down underneath - toward the top of her mother’s slit - and her exposed throbbing clitoris.

Suddenly - half a moment after her - tongue slid out of view toward that heavenly button, Cloudy exploded.

It happened so quickly.

First, she stopped humping backward -instead she simply pressed back in one continuous motion, one pure thrust that sent Anon’s hips all the way back through the drywall with a rending crack that tore through the abused bedroom wall, revealing the hallway on the other side. He’d thought she’d been in a continuous state of orgasm, but now her body absolutely shook.

Her left leg bucked involuntarily, her back arched in and out - going concave and convex in rapid succession… her tail wagged in every direction, her tailhole jumped and clenched, her ass-cheeks tightened, her clitoris shot to kiss his balls…. and her pussy completely milked him - coaxing and pulling through his shaft and up to his head in insistent rhythms that demanded his release.

And her scream.

“uuuuuUuUUUuUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” One, long, unending shout of pleasure.

Just as Anon was sure that his eardrums were going to pop from the sheer volume of her scream - he felt something else pop instead.

The final inch of his cock slipped into Cloudy Quartz.

That final barrier - the mare’s clenched tight cervix, a place no stallion had ever plumbed before - parted… and Anon’s big fat, throbbing cockhead slipped into her deepest womb.

“AAAaAhhAhhAHHnnnnnnNNNN!” Cloudy’s bellow turned from a full scream into a choking gasps as she struggled and failed to catch her breath, her whole body and diaphragm heaving. There would be no sating this poor mare’s orgasmic excesses until she received the long-awaited explosion of frothy man-juice.

Anon could feel it there - the orgasm that he’d been denied what felt like an eternity ago, a dull ache that had quickly sharpened into a burning bulge of withheld seed deep inside his gut.

Anon had spent enough time in Equestria to know the difference between a ‘normal’ nut and a magical one. He’d been subjected to the second by naughty unicorns (Starlight and Twilight seemed to love pranking him on his fap-nights, making him need to clean his room afterward with a mop and bucket) or potions (Zecora’s multi-vitamins hadn’t quite been calibrated for human use… he’d needed to borrow Flim and Flam’s patented mechanical pump system to drain the castle of friendship after that PornStable browsing session)... and this felt like one of those instances.

Perhaps it was something in the rock-alcohol Pinkie had given him… perhaps it was something in the nearby environment… or maybe it was just him absorbing the enormous amount of erotic energy coming off of Cloudy Quartz in waves.

Whatever the case, he knew that this was going to be a massive ejaculation… the giga-nut to end all giga-nuts…

Except he couldn’t.

Teased to bursting and then ruined by Cloudy’s devious ways several times already, his body was skeptical of putting itself through another crescendo only to have his ejaculation prevented. His who cock-head, swelled and expanded, the red-purple mottled flesh growing almost 50% in size inside Cloudy’s uterus, clamping off the ability to release as his cockslit was pressed tightly together by the expanding meatus of his dick.

But the pressure in his groin was insane. Cloudy’s every muscle was milking him, pulling at him - her body ground against him in insistent need, as her teats were fellated by her youngest daughter and her clitoris was assaulted by her eldest. The orgasm brewing in the pit of Anon’s soul wanted nothing more than to release, his balls wanted to drain their Atlassian burden… but his body refused to be deceived.

It felt like a single cork-top plugging a hole at the base of the hoover dam. Anon’s eyes bulged outward in fear - for a moment he was almost sure that the end of his cock would simply be shorn off by the force of the pressure building up behind it.

“P-p-plleeEEEeaeeeAse g-gimme your C-Cu-UUUuuuuMmmmmNNgh!” Cloudy was desperate, begging irrational.

Limestone turned her head and shot Anon one of her trademark ferocious glares, her brows knitting together with fury. “Just cum in my mom already, you dumbass!” Lime’s hoof slid under his body, past his swinging balls and to the sensitive area of skin between his testicles and his taint. “She’s asking for it, you dope!

With that, Lime pressed down, hard, squeezing the over-inflated balloon that was Anon’s prostate and seminal vesicles through the thin, protected patch of skin.

And he came.

Oh boy, did he.

Anon’s vision flashed in and out of consciousness. He alternated between seeing the mare impaled on him throwing her head back in sheer joy and blacking out from the rush of dopamine-pleasure. Ever pleasure receptor in his body was flooded with hormonally-induced bliss, a complete saturation of every neuron that he could feel through every muscles, every bone, every cell of his body in a way that he’d never even dreamed possible - a potent high more extreme than any narcotic.

In his semi-hallucinogenic state, whenever he would black out - Anon could see himself, as his dick. Could see the gardenhose-like stream of cum blasting out from his massive cockslit, splattering in a fat ropey column that didn’t cease against the thirsty walls of Cloudy’s uterus. He could somehow see his fattened cockhead plugging the entrance to Cloudy’s womb, preventing even the smallest dribble of his essence from escaping her greedy sex-tummy.

Then he would snap back to reality, catching a brief glimpse of the shocked faces of Limestone and Marble as they watched their mother getting pumped full of human-cum… saw the fucked-silly face of Cloudy, eyes askew and tongue hanging out as she was filled with pulse after unending pulse of batter… saw the expansion of the mare’s gray-coated sides underneath him as the sloshing, boiling liquid built up inside her.

His hearing was completely gone… so he couldn’t hear the stupefied, satisfied moan of the mare under him… nor his triumphant lion-like roar as he finally managed to conquer the dominant matriarch and paint her with his genetic material.

Then he would blackout again, transported back to a vision of Cloudy’s womb already completely filled with white-magma, growing in her body, shifting her organs out of the way as she swelled outward.

His eyes fluttered open again, not knowing how much time had passed, but still feeling the raw sensation of cumming. Beneath him, Cloudy’s belly was beyond obscene, easily the size of a mare approaching the end of her pregnancy. The looks of wonder on Lime and Marble’s faces were now looks of worry - how much more could their mother take?

Even Ignaceous, who had been a silent observer to this point, was starting to rise in concern. Then the exotic brew of endorphins overtook him once again.

In his mind’s eye, he saw his fertile seed, splashing up Cloudy’s fallopian tubes, bubbling into her ovarian ducts, swarming over two eggs that were waiting there, instantly making the MILF pregnant, turning her into a soon-to-be mother of seven.

His eyes opened again. Somehow both he and Cloudy had collapsed to the floor, and both Marble and Lime were propping pillows under them. Anon could feel his cock relenting - finally. The final thick, goopy spurts of his ejaculation eked out of him, joining the huge ocean of Anon-juice and the trillions of sperm within Cloudy’s underprepared sex.

Lazily blinking his eyes, he looked at the mare. She was passed out…. Or at least appeared to be, her eyes unresponsive and one eyebrow twitching up and down. And her belly was ridiculous.

The bulge in her lower abdomen had grown to the size of a beachball… actually beyond even that! It was something more akin to a stability exercise ball. Her belly-button had even been popped outward from the force of pressure, her skin pulled taut by the sudden and immediate expansion of her uterus. It really did look like she was ready to give birth at any moment… to triplets.

ALthough, from his hazy dream state - Anon suspected twins were more likely.

“I didn’t know human males knotted when copulating.” Limestone remarked, shifting a pillow under her mother’s head.

“H-huf… huf… th-they…. They don’t.” Anon gasped, straining to pull cool, refreshing oxygen into his body.

“Then why hasn’t all your… stuff… come out of mom’s bo-”

*POP*

*SCHLORP SCHLORP SCHLORP SCHLORP*

Right on cue, Anon’s softening but still thick cock popped out of Cloudy like uncorking the bottom of a barrel of maple syrup… white-colored maple syrup…

In big, sloppy burbles a waterfall of thick spunk flooded out of the unconscious mare, quickly soaking the floor of the bedroom and making a sizable lake of ejaculate that drenched everything.

“E-e-ew…” Marble squeaked, lifting a forehoof to avoid the flood.

“Eh… it’s actually not so bad, he’s got a nice flavor.” Lime remarked to her little sister. As soon as the words slipped out of her mouth, she blushed and shook her head, resetting her jaw in a pinched frown and glaring at Anon. “...f-for a dumbass.”

Marble tentatively touched the edge of the growing lake with one of her hooves getting a little dollop and holding it up in front of her face as if to taste it. Anon watched with curiosity, before suddenly flinching as a hoof prodded his softening junk.

“O-ow!” He moaned, exhausted.

“When are you going to stiffen up again?: I still haven’t gotten my turn.” Lime grumbled, staring at Anon’s semi-soft cock with a frown. “You and Mom promised I’d get a turn.”

Anon blinked heavily, the drowsiness threatening to overtake him. “A-are you kidding…. I’m going to sleep now… for like a week.”

Immediately he felt another hoof jam against his side, this time from Marble. She was now frowning at him too… and he noticed the dollop on her hoof had vanished, replaced by a light sheen of saliva. “Mn-mn…” Marble grunted negatively, shaking her head.

“Girls... “ Anon groaned, “Please. Isn’t this enough for one wedding night?”

Both girls grinned suddenly, like sharks circling their prey.

Cloudy suddenly started to stir, her hooves shifting as she struggled to unpin one of her limbs, still trapped under her newly found cum-induced obesity.”Mmnngh… y-yew… hmm…” the half-conscious mare grumbled, stumbling over her syllables.

“Mr. Anon…” Ignaceous spoke up, from his vantage point. “...I think what you don’t realize is that-”

Cloudy suddenly lifted her head from the cum-soaked pillow it rested upon. “T-tr-truhdishional...p-pony wwedding nightsh… lasht fer 2 weeksh!” Cloudy moaned… before her strength gave out and she slumped back onto the cushion into a happy slumber.

“So I think you’d best get comfortable... I shall go prepare some rockfreshments in anticipation of your next round.” Ignaceous nodded solemnly standing up and heading toward the door.

“W-w-what!? W-wait!” Anon groaned.

But he was cut off by the shadows of two thirsty young mares converging on him, their tongues licking their lips.

“One whole week… No wizard-transformations for us, huh sis?”

“Mmn mmn!”

“Oh shit.”

The End