Heavy Load's Favorite Dark Roast


                                            >Be Heavy Load

                                            >You are burlier than average for a Unicorn. Perfectly suited for construction work in Baltimare

                                            >You live close to Horseshoe Bay with your wife Dark Roast and your two daughters, Thaumic Flow and Ore Sight

                                            >Right now, you and Roasty are both awake and in the kitchen

                                            >She is the owner/manager of a local coffee and pastries shop

                                            >At the moment, things are quiet. The sun is rising and the foals are out for summer break. The Summer Sun Festival isn't for a couple weeks

                                            >You look forward to it though, as this year Princess Celestia will be holding the official Solar Temple ceremony in town

                                            >Speaking of temple ceremonies though, your younger daughter Ore just had her coming of age this past spring

                                            >You've been steeling yourself to deal with three mares in heat now and not be all overprotective of your little angels

                                            >At least you can help your wife. Stirring her mug is easily your favorite part of spring and summer

                                            >Your wife is currently brewing a lighter roast that she likes to mix heat reduction potion into for herself. It also happens to be your favorite anyway

                                            >You met and hit it off right away when she first started her business out of a cart and you were a barely adult tradespony

                                            >Food truly is the way to a stallion's heart

                                            >Of course, the way to a stallion's penis is much more obvious

                                            >The potion hasn't kicked in yet and you can strongly smell your wife's musky mix of ozone and coffee

                                            >Some ponies say the personal component of a mare's pheromones are an aspect of her soul. You wonder if it's that or just all the coffee she drinks

                                            >You're partly flopped out but the morning sea breeze and some self-control are keeping things in check

                                            >You married after 4 years together and had your first daughter the very next year.

                                            >You have a yellow coat with a silvery mane, while Roast has blue and white spots with a darker blue mane

                                            >Your daughter inherited her mother's spotty coat. Blue with spots of yellow and a yellow mane. You had named her Lapis Lazuli

                                            >She had always shown an affinity towards becoming a medic of some sort

                                            >When she was 13, one of her classmates had started having seizures

                                            >She had been put on medication and a special diet, but they hadn't improved

                                            >Lapis, having done some reading, decided they weren't neurological but thaumatological in nature

                                            >Sensing another pony as a magical target was pretty easy, sensing through their Autonomous Thaumic Field and tracing their internal laylines and nodes was another matter

                                            >Lapis however, had demonstrated an unusual aptitude for doing so, and sensed an abnormality in one of the chordate nodes in the filly's neck

                                            >She was able to use her magic to reduce the severity of the seizure until the paramedics had arrived and told them what was wrong

                                            >In the heat of the moment, she hadn't noticed a flash of light coming from her flanks

                                            >She came home from school with a white cross surrounded by four white hearts and a gold magic sparkle in the middle

                                            >During her Cutecenera, she had taken a mark name: Thaumic Flow. She was now enrolled in pre-med focusing in Thaumatology

                                            >Ore Sight was also a mark name. She was born 4 years after Thaum and named Sea Spray. Fitting given her solid blue coat and silver mane

                                            >She had gotten her mark much earlier, at age 8

                                            >While practicing basic magic, she had said she felt weird signatures in the ground and didn't know what to make of them

                                            >Eventually, she had been brought along on Take your Foals to Work Day and had overheard an electrician complaining about copper getting more expensive

                                            >Something had clearly clicked for her, as she levitated a segment of copper wire and held it in her aura

                                            >After a few minutes, she lit her horn again and closed her eyes

                                            >She and some of the other foals on site managed to convince some of the workers to dig in a corner of the site

                                            >Eventually they found a hunk of chalcopyrite the size of your head. Not enough to lower construction costs by any measure, but an impressive feat nonetheless

                                            >In a flash, she had a mark of a neon green ray coming from the green outline magic sparkle and penetrating a rock

                                            >Your reminiscing is interrupted by yelling followed by running hooves upstairs

                                            >Your foals are both up

                                            >Thaumic Flow is chasing Ore Sight into the part of the hall you can see from downstairs

                                            >Ore then abruptly turns and locks herself in the bathroom

                                            >"Open the door!"

                                            >"NO!"

                                            >"I KNOW you took my cooler, Ore!"

                                            >"I did not! You were probably sleepwalking again and it fell out!!"

                                            >"Why would I fall asleep with it in my cooter?!"

                                            >"I don't know! Maybe if YOU had a COLTFRIEND it wouldn't be a problem!"

                                            >"GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW YOU LITTLE BRAT!!!"

                                            >"I'M POOPING!!!"

                                            >Yep. Your little angels

                                            >The cooler in question is in the middle of the living room. You had stumbled across it first thing when you came down

                                            >Only one of your daughters indeed had a coltfriend as of a week after her coming of age, a Pegasus colt in her class

                                            >You momentarily debate telling Thaum now or seeing how this plays out before Roasty intervenes

                                            >"LAPIS, this wouldn't happen to be your cooler on the floor here, would it?!"

                                            >Thaum freezes mid knock and teleports into the living room

                                            >An absolutely mortified look spreads across her face as she picks up the cooler in her aura and gallops back upstairs to her room

                                            >Ore comes out of the bathroom a couple minutes later and goes back toward Thaum's room. Another couple minutes and she comes down to the kitchen with a smug grin

                                            >"Morning mom! Morning dad! Now do you believe me about Thaum sleepwalking?"

                                            >You and your wife are heavy sleepers, so it's entirely plausible you've been missing your eldest's nocturnal adventures

                                            >You try not to notice your daughter's scent. Obviously you can smell it, but taking note of your foal's pheromones would be kinda creepy

                                            >Dark Roast gives Ore a suppression potion. She and Thaum are both certified casters of the no-foal spell and all three mares have had it done already

                                            >Ore has some scrambled eggs and a couple peach kolaches with some coffee

                                            >She says goodbye and gives you and Roast quick hugs

                                            >She's going to be meeting her coltfriend Siccoro at the park nearby and his parents agreed to give them space at their place while they have a date

                                            >A few minutes later, a mopey looking Thaum comes down. She tries not to make eye contact, clearly embarrassed by the morning drama and its implications

                                            >Dark Roast breaks the silence

                                            >"So Thaum, I think before you head out you and me need to have a little talk. You're not in trouble, but you need to be a bit more responsible with your heat relief. That and something's clearly on your mind"

                                            >".......Everything's fine, mom"

                                            >The blush on her face lets you know she's failing at lying. You chime in

                                            >"Thaum, it's ok. You can tell either of us anything, even if you were somehow pregnant right now. We want you to be alright! I leave it to your mom with this one, though"

                                            >"We can talk about it after your done eating, ok Thaum?"

                                            >"....fine"

                                            >Thaum has some eggs with hay bacon strips from yesterday

                                            >She and Roast canter off onto the back porch

                                            >After about 10 minutes, they come back in. Thaum says goodbye and heads off to some heat buddies from pre-med

                                            >Dark turns to you after the door closes

                                            >"She tried to trot around it, but I think she's got it bad for a colt and is worrying herself sick about approaching him"

                                            >Yep. That sounds like Thaum, all right. She's rather shy and reserved about 95 percent of the time

                                            >You chuckle to yourself. Your daughters' personalities are the inverse of the mood they were conceived in

                                            >When you and Dark Roast had decided to have your first foal, you decided you were going to indulge in her heat

                                            >She had taken a potion to boost her pheromone output considerably, while you went to run some errands

                                            >When you came back, you could smell your mare the moment you opened the door and rapidly dropped

                                            >You followed your snooter all the way to your room and opened the door to an overwhelming blast of electric coffee mare

                                            >If pheromones were visible, there would be zero visibility inside your bedroom

                                            >Your cock slammed into your belly and shot a sizable dollop of precum

                                            >You raised your lip and gave a deep inhale of your favorite scent

                                            >Roasty was laying on the bed with her hind legs on the floor and her tail lifted out of the way, winking intensely

                                            >This was only the first day of her cycle and you went at it like wild ponies, the rest of the week being a blur of thrusting and pulsing alternating with cuddles

                                            >Ore, on the other hand was very energetic, outgoing, and happy-go-lucky

                                            >When you and your wife set out to bring her into the world, you took a much more reserved approach. Partly out of necessity of being able to drop things to deal with parent stuff

                                            >She would occasionally take suppressors, but mostly just let you inside her whenever she felt her symptoms rising

                                            >You exercised more control, and slowly made love. Sometimes you would even just hilt inside her and stay still, letting her milk your seed out of you purely with her expert vaginal contractions and contortions

                                            >That week you remember with much more clarity, partly because little Thaum had interrupted you one night

                                            >You hid exactly what you were doing with the sheets and had told her you were joining your magic together to ask the spirits for a new foal

                                            >Thaum's eyes grew wide, but you gently cut her off and told her to go back to bed and you would talk in the morning

                                            >The memory still gives you a little chuckle

                                            >In the present, Dark Roast is bent over the sink washing dishes. A lot of businesses are on reduced and rotating schedules and some smaller ones closed for one of the two most intense heat periods of the year

                                            >Dark has decided to close shop, especially as three of her employees are trying for foals of their own

                                            >As you look over at her she lifts her tail, pushes her hips in your direction, and starts winking

                                            >You sneak over and stick your snout under her tail, inhaling deeply from the source

                                            >You then catch her clit on another wink and suck on it like a lemon drop

                                            >Roasty whinnies loudly and stomps on the floor

                                            >You shift your hazy attention to her tunnel and send your tongue cruising towards her g spot, lapping up her vaginal fluids along the way

                                            >"A-aahhhh Heavyyyy-hi-hi-hi-hi"

                                            >You give a snort as you alternate your attention between her clit and her vag

                                            >You love those little squeaks she makes. The more she makes, the closer she is

                                            >You suckle hard again on her clit and the floodgates open

                                            >With a whinny, her vulva winks in quick sequence as her lubrication splatters to the floor

                                            >You levitate some paper towels over after another lip raise and wipe it up

                                            >Dark stares you down, eyes half lidded and breathing heavily

                                            >"You. Me. Bed. Now"

                                            >You head upstairs to your room, directly across from the bathroom

                                            >On the way, you give her several nips on her flank and stick your tongue down her throat a few times

                                            >She then bolts halfway up the stairs and you find her in your room

                                            >She's assumed her favorite position. Belly on the bed, hind legs on the floor

                                            >"Come on, mister construction pony. I need you to deliver your big, heavy load inside me. Right. Now."

                                            >You were initially known as Solar Blaze. You got your mark right at 12, and weren't going to take a mark name

                                            >One of your friends had convinced you to take "Heavy Load" purely for the double entendre

                                            >You don't regret it for one second

                                            >You whicker, give one last sniff of Roast's espresso pheromones and feel your mind blur and your cock slap your belly

                                            >You then hook your forelegs around her belly and thrust into your wife's searing hot, tightly grasping, sopping wet confines

                                            >You take a moment to enjoy the tight, rippling and almost twisting of her passage as it pulls you in slightly more

                                            >You moan before nibbling on Dark's ear for a bit

                                            >You then pull out slightly and slide back in

                                            >Dark Roast turns her head as you gently fuck her and you share breath

                                            >A very familiar tingling charge is building up in your shaft as it flexes and spurts precum

                                            >You then start making out as you pick up speed and force

                                            >Her eyes widen as your medial ring repeatedly grinds into her clit and you start bumping her cervix

                                            >You're now pulling almost entirely out before jabbing into her forcefully, trying desperately to bury yourself in her womb

                                            >You break your kiss and she pants for a bit before neighing and squeaking

                                            >Mmmm you love that sound. It means you're going to cool her down very soon

                                            >Your cock is flaring and then shrinking back on every thrust

                                            >You concentrate extra hard on your horn and manage to seize Roasty's bean mid wink and stimulate it with aura resonance

                                            >She whinnies loudly as she clenches hard on your cock and sprays out more marecum

                                            >You push hard against her pulsating snatch and pass her dilated cervix, your flare sealing you in for your special delivery

                                            >You bite her neck as you indeed live up to your mark name

                                            >A very large blast of your seed blasts into her womb

                                            >Everything is a blur focused on the waves of intense pleasure accompanying every shot of your seed deep inside her

                                            >It'll stay in there for a while, as her uterus contracts and pulls it up into her oviducts

                                            >Because of the spell, though, your sperm and her egg won't join

                                            >Two foals is more than enough

                                            >After an eternity, your cock flops out of Dark Roast and she shimmies forward into the bed

                                            >You lift yourself into bed with her as she takes up the little spoon and you wrap your forelegs around her

                                            >You tap your horns together as you enjoy the scent of her mane

                                            >Both of you snooze for a bit before she wakes you up by magically pinching your dock

                                            >"Mmmm.....Heavy, you know I've always said...?"

                                            >"Yeah?"

                                            >"You know how the shop's slogan is 'The best feeling in the world is a jolt of the freshest roast?'"

                                            >"Mmm-hmm"

                                            >"That's not even remotely true. The best feeling is laying here, with your belly on my back and your forelegs around me on the outside"

                                            >"Yeah?"

                                            >She tilts her head to look you dead in the eye

                                            >"And your warm, thick semen sloshing around my womb on the inside!"

                                            >Unf. She's said that ever since you first made love all those years ago

                                            >She's also grinding her rump into your sheath, trying to coax your fuck pipe back out for another round

                                            >Who are you to keep your wife, your beloved, the mother of your foals waiting?