Getting the fat outta the Bat


                                            Update July 5th

                                            >Setting one park illuminated by moonlight. One human standing by a running track while an extremely out of shape bat mare runs on it.

                                            "Come on fatty one more lap"

                                            >Mostyn “I hate you Anon"

                                            >So this is what is keeping you busy in the late evenings.

                                            >Trying to turn this walking and flying fridge into a lean and mean fit machine

                                            >She had came to you last week. Apparently she had seen you working out for a few weeks and wanted to get in shape herself.

                                            >Her goal was getting into the Royal Night Guard

                                            >But she had to lose some weight. Some is not the right word, a lot of weight.

                                            >Mostyn is struggling to run this extra lap. She is covered in sweat, that gut is slapping her sides with every stride. Those extremely plump cheeks are jiggling like crazy.

                                            >You blow your trusty whistle "Come on faster pastry perfection lets go"

                                            >She huffs her way to the finish line and almost collapses onto the ground.

                                            >You look down at her. She is breathing heavy, her whole body moving in unison with the large breaths she is taking. Sweat droplets rain down onto the track. Her mane and tail matted to her body.

                                            >You hand her a water bottle, to which she greedily chugs the contents.

                                            >Looking at your watch. You both have been out here for forty minutes. You shake your head.

                                            "Ok get up on that bar and knock out your pullups and then you are done for today"

                                            >She looks up at you with eyes showing fear but your ice covered heart is having none of it. You point at the bar and tap your feet.

                                            >She struggles to walk the ten feet to the pullup bar. Ears splayed back against her head.

                                            >"Anon please im dead tired, can’t we quit” Mostyn tells you as she reaches the bar

                                            "And how do you think it would be if you joined the guard right now. All your fellow bats would see you struggling just like this. No its better it’s just you and me out here. No up up there come on and show me what a mare can do."

                                            >Mostyn grumbles "oh I will show you what a Mare can do"


                                            >12 Pullups later

                                            >She is laying on the ground looking like a sack of potatoes.

                                            >This is going to take a few months.


                                            >Later that evening you wander into Hollow Shade's own fast food joint "The Lucky Bat".

                                            >Instead of bright lights there is a fluorescent blue and purple that radiates softly from the walls on the inside

                                            >You are down for that fish and tater pie that’s tonight's special

                                            >Just as you are about to order, something from the dining area grabs your attention.

                                            >Well son of a bat, its Mostyn with a giant platter. Not on your watch.

                                            >You march on over there as Mostyn sucks down on a shake with a half-eaten chicken burger deluxe lying on a serving tray surrounded by fries.

                                            >She doesn’t see you until you plop down in front of her.

                                            >But when she does, it startles her to her core.

                                            >She drops the shake [spoiler]it doesn’t spill[/spoiler]and looks down at the table, directly at her feast.

                                            >You shake your head in annoyance

                                            "Seriously Mare I take the time out of my nights to help you get in shape, and what do you do? Sabotage all your efforts. Is that what you do every night after your workouts?"

                                            >She sniffles then looks up at you with sad bat eyes, ears folded behind her.

                                            >Mostyn " I can’t help it I get so hungry after working out. I...I..need help. And I know you have been helping me work out, but......I need help with this too. "

                                            >You look away from her

                                            >This is why she isn’t losing weight, she can’t out exercise her diet. Maybe, just maybe she will listen.

                                            >You look back at her. You could swear there is a violin playing in the background with how pitiful she looks. Those big watery eyes stare at you for help.

                                            "Ahhhhright ok I'll help you. "

                                            >Mostyn tries to be fast but her gut gets in the way, she stumbles into you with a hug. You don’t know if its the wings are greasy or the hooves so you try to shift away.

                                            "On one condition"

                                            >Mostyn " Sure yeah anything"

                                            "You take my advice about dieting. If I catch you breaking it then my helping you is done.

                                            >Mostyn nods her head "Yes sure Anon I promise bats honor"

                                            >She goes back to trying to hug you and you relent letting her do so. Mental note check the shirt for grease stains when you get home.

                                            >For the next hour you explain to her how to diet and what to avoid. This gets a lot of groans out of her. But no one likes rain on their parade.

                                            >Now let’s see if she pulls through


                                            >A week later you have finished helping her with a workout. She actually seemed like she lost a few pounds.

                                            >You enter your house and get ready for work

                                            >Opening the door to your room. A groan is elicited from you.

                                            >There she sits on your bed holding her large stomach.  Sweating all over your bed.  Thanking you for helping her exercise.


                                            >Of course she uses your shower

                                            >For the last half an hour she has been in there soaking up all the hot water

                                            >Sniffing your pits you realize you need one as well.

                                            >[spoiler] See pic[/spoiler] (Mostyn is standing beneath the shower head rubbing shampoo into her mane, soaking in all your hot water.  You yell out to her about taking as long as she is)

                                            >Ten minutes later she trots out with one of your towels being used in her wings, drying off her mane.

                                            >You are already shirtless and in your skivvies trudging past her.  As you close the door behind you, you swear you saw her sniffing your shorts.  Nah must have been your imagination

                                            >One shower later you are in your kitchen getting some midnight chow before you go to work.  [spoiler] This town runs at night, a guy has to work to eat[/spoiler]

                                            >Mostyn must have left after taking up all the hot water.  That Bat is going to get what’s coming to her.

                                            >Where do you work?  At an orchard on the outskirts of town.  Run by the peach clan.  Think they are Earth Ponies?  Why no they are bat ponies.  And they have been growing peaches out here for generations.  Why according to the old bat herself, Golden Monarch, they were growing peaches just outside of caves for over 900 years.  You never asked why they were doing that but dang are these peaches good.

                                            >Since its early fall you are in the process of removing the last late blooming type of peaches from the trees.  You worked alongside her grand daughters Glo Haven, Beau Mont, and Crest Haven.  They were all young adult ponies but have all been pre-arraigned to be wed many years ago.  Something about to keep the orchard in peach clan hooves for many more generations.

                                            >The pay isn’t the greatest but you proved your loyalty by never stealing from them and from not putting your seed in the bellies of those daughters.  So they keep you around to pick peaches and sometimes  to be a neutral arbitrator on new peach recipes.

                                            >Its close to quitting time as the sun’s rays start to rise over the mountains.  Once you stop working the chill in the air starts to permeate into your bones.  You clock out at their barn house collecting up your generous salary for the morning.  20 bits every night of good work.

                                            >On your way back home shaking a little thinking that a coat is definitely something you need to buy, a familiar bat comes into view.

                                            >Why its your best pal Mostyn looking happy as a clam…correct that she looks a little surly looking up at the upper level of a house

                                            > a saddlebag is tossed out of a second story window landing on the ground, followed by another

                                            >??? “You can take your things and leave all ready.  I didn’t raise no daughter to go against her family like this”

                                            >From out of the window appears a very portly bat stallion.  You are surprised the balcony is supporting his weight.  As he yells at Mostyn you can see his many chins vibrate.  Pieces of undigested food flies with every word he spits out.

                                            >??? “Just go join the guard now, just like your mother did. She never came back and the same will happen to you”

                                            >Battus Fattus Maximus turns around and goes back inside.  If you had a glass of water, both of them would be vibrating right now.

                                            >Mostyn looks at her bags and goes to pick them up.  She puts both of the stuffed bags on her back and slowly walks off.

                                            >Where is she even going?


                                            >You give her a few minutes and then try to catch up to her. You give some waves to ponies on your way through Hollow Shades looking for the bat that was once really fat.

                                            >She wasn’t in the market, was not at the park, not even at the food joints.  Where is she?

                                            >You are lost in thoughts on where she could be as you power walk by the cemetery.  A blue and white tail connected to a plump behind grabs your attention.  There she sits by a tombstone looking as if she is talking to something there.  You should give her some time.

                                            >Maybe it’s a half an hour later and boy are you bored.  You yawn out and stretch out your arms.  Your arm brushes by something warm.  You pull back and look as Mostyn is beside you giving you a curious stare.

                                            >”Why are you out here Anon? Were you waiting for me?”

                                            >Oh no you did that thing that you said you should stop doing.  You didn’t plan ahead if she asked you what you were doing.  Well better be honest then.

                                            “Well you see after work I saw you walking away from a house with your bags and thought you might need someone to talk to.”

                                            >Mostyn looks away from you towards town.

                                            “Then you must have seen that spat between my Dad and I.  He’s taken it really hard since my Mom died during the Zebrican riots.  I have too.  He just beat me to the punch and threw me out before I walked out on my own.”

                                            >Mostyn shakes her head and looks back up at you.

                                            >”I don’t have anywhere to go and now Im not sure if I even want to join the guard”  She sighs “Im sorry to put all these problems on you Anon”.

                                            >She turns away and starts walking.

                                            >Her tail strikes you in the face on her way out.

                                            “Hey w-

                                            >You grab her tail and give her a good yank back.  Mostyn places her front hooves into the soil with her head down shooting her large back end up.   Her breath catches and she looks back at you.  There is something in those eyes burning right now.

                                            “Mosty stop, look I might not be the best listener or person, but I’m not about to let you sleep on the streets like I had to.  I know I’m going to regret this but ….you can stay with me “

                                            >She stays in that position breathing and exhaling deeply.  Her tail is still in your hand, realizing this you drop it.  Her eyes close and reopen.  She runs a wing over her mane and then fully turns around.

                                            >She gives you the look [spoiler] see pic[/spoiler] (She raises an eyebrow, eyes half lidded, while biting down on her tongue, wings partially open)


                                            >Later at Anon’s headquarters

                                            >Her bags are parked next to the couch

                                            >Mostyn “Thanks for letting me stay here so……where exactly am I sleeping?”

                                            >She looks up at you with the same weird look she gave you outside the graveyard

                                            “Well I didn’t think that far ahead.”

                                            >Think genius.  Lets see you have the front room, the kitchen, the bathroom, and your bedroom.  That couch looks semi-comfy and she weighs less than she did a month ago so you suppose she won’t deform it.

                                            “Say how would you like the couch?”

                                            >She bats her eyelashes at you

                                            >”Isn’t there someplace else you would like me to sleep?”

                                            >Mostyn leans forward continuing to flash those eyelashes

                                            >Hmm is there? I don’t have a spare bedroom, and there is no shed out back.  Where is she talking about?

                                            >As you are pondering this mystery she has taken upon herself to start walking deeper into the house and disappears behind a door.

                                            >You hear her call from the back of the house

                                            >”Wow this bed is really comfy what about here Anon?”

                                            >You focus changes from the dilemma back to your bedroom.

                                            >What is going on back there?  You head in that direction

                                            >She is laying on her stomach with her legs stretched out.  Her tail draped behind her on the bed.  She lets out a large yawn displaying her bright white fangs, wings flared out, making eye contact with you as you walk inside.

                                            >She must think this is her’s now.

                                            “Your my guest not my bed warmer, now get off the bed before your brake it fatty”

                                            >She laughs

                                            >”I won’t be fat for long with your help Anon, maybe your mind will change then”

                                            >[spoiler]see pic related[/spoiler]

                                            >She gives you a flirty wink


                                            >The next evening

                                            >You awake shivering in your bed.  This house isn’t insulated that well and you need to get some covers for your bed so you can make it through winter.

                                            >Getting up you yawn and stretch then head out into the front room.

                                            >You see Mostyn sleeping soundly on the couch.  When her mouth isn’t moving she is kinda cute for being a fatty.  You wonder what she will look like about 12 pounds lighter.

                                            >Her ear twitches as you walk out towards the bathroom

                                            >A few minutes later you walk out and she is up in the kitchen drinking some water from the tap [spoiler] like an animal [/spoiler].

                                            “Are you going to be ready in a few minutes, we should go the gym tonight”

                                            >She moves her head off the faucet licking the water of her lips, using a wing to turn the water off.

                                            >”Im ready now if you are.  It will be great to burn more of this fat off and get back to be the bountiful bat I was.”

                                            >She shakes her hips to reinforce that point.  There is still some jiggling on her backside and that stomach, while smaller, is still there.

                                            “Yeah sounds good lets go”

                                            >You and Mostyn head out the door and make it to the gym in a few minutes.

                                            >The receptionist DoItipHer Scales welcomes you both back and you both giver here a greeting.

                                            >Today is a leg day.  You do some sets of squats and deadlifts.  Mostyn does something similar to squats with the pony equivalent of a squatting bar set on her back. To her credit she has a full plate on both sides.  After you both finish up with the weights you head over to the pull up bar and knock out some pull ups and chin-ups.  She only does pull ups [spoiler] pony biology bruh[/spoiler].  With her shrinking stomach you swear you see two other fat deposits that were fully concealed and are now lightly visible.  You hope its not cancer.

                                            >After that you finish up with about 10 minutes of calisthenics and call it a night.

                                            >To your continual surprise Mostyn is following through with her dedication to get in shape, she didn’t even bitch at you today during her pullups.  And it should be easier to monitor what she is eating since you are living together now.


                                            >back at Anon Manor

                                            >You and Mostyn are sitting at the dining table [spoiler] couch and coffee table [/spoiler] enjoying plates full of eggs.  She is demolishing them.  When you asked her if she wanted eggs, she asked how many she could have.

                                            >She grabs a peach off the table and makes eye contact with you.  In a horrific display she raises her head up bearing her fangs, then throws her head down sinking her fangs into the peach.  You sit there in abject horror [spoiler] what if that was your balls? [/spoiler] as she sucks down the juice of the peach until it is left looking like a wrinkly sac.

                                            >Without breaking eye contact she engulfs the wrinkled fruit in her mouth devouring the flesh.  Then extending her tongue out showing you the peach seed.  You roll onto your side covering your junk feeling ghost pains.

                                            >”Anon you are weird, stallions love this”

                                            >As you lay there with phantom pains she gets up and heads towards the bathroom.  She steps over you.  You get smacked in the face by her stomach and a double something you should have put your finger on.  As her tails drapes over your face, a light moist glaze is left behind.  She looks back at you as she walks away giving a wink.  The shower is heard turning on, the rapid pattering of water sounds down the hallway.

                                            > Why does she have to be like this?

                                            >Slowly the memory of her destroying testes leaves your mind followed by you wiping your face and smelling something spicy.  It is sweet to the taste and leaves you wanting more.  WTF is this?

                                            >You yell out

                                            “Mostyn hurry up in there I need to take a shower with some h-o-t w-a-t-e-r”

                                            >She echoes back to you

                                            >”Quit being a colt and come in here already”

                                            >The bullshit you have to deal with

                                            >Getting off the couch you storm towards the bathroom shedding your gym clothes into the hamper by the door

                                            >The bathroom is full of steam.  Behind the curtain you can hear her humming a tune.  You pull the curtain aside.  She turns her head around bearing a lecherous smile.

                                            >”Finally well you can a-ck”

                                            >You grabbed her around the barrel [spoiler] Barely her gut is still there [/spoiler], exercising all your core muscles, and drop her onto the bathroom mat.  You close the curtain on her.

                                            >A plethora of bat curses is heard while she towels off.  Mare stealing all the hot water again.


                                            >A short time later

                                            >Mostyn sits on the couch looking sour.  Her wings crossed in front of her, her eyes narrowed while you talk to her.

                                            “Seriously where have you been working?  It’s cool and all about staying on the couch, but you really should be doing something”

                                            >”Anon look I was in between jobs when my Dad kicked me out. It’s really none of … I’ll be in the guard soon”

                                            >You stand there on the other side of the coffee table trying to not make her think you’re angry.

                                            “At best that is a month away.  Mosty you need something to help you through before you get in the guard.”

                                            >You scratch you chin.  What if…

                                            “Do you have experience working on a farm?”

                                            >Her scowl almost disappears, her wings parting.

                                            >”I used to help out during the summers with the peach sisters when I was younger.  Grandpa Umber would always be there talking with their Grandmother”

                                            “Now this is a what if.  What if I could get you a job working at the orchard with me?”

                                            >Her wings fold back onto her sides. She stands on the couch a thin smile now appearing.  She is almost eye level with you like this.

                                            >She extends out a hoof.

                                            >”And here I thought you didn’t like me, now come here”

                                            You take the opportunity to round the table and go to fist pound the hoof.  As your fist almost connects she grabs your arm pulling you off balance and forward.

                                            >You are caught with a hand planted on her loin and a wing tipping you chin up.  She looks into your eyes, you could swear they seemed the brightest you ever remember.

                                            >Her lips brush yours for the briefest of moments before she releases your chin and backs up on the couch with a large smile.

                                            >”So when can I start?”


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                                            >Later that evening

                                            >You had talked with Golden Monarch about Mostyn.  She had told you that many years ago Umber was a friend of her husbands.  They shared many a long evenings in the orchard working and enjoying their youth.  Even enjoying activities such as playing bats in the belfry and double snuggles.  After a while of rather raunchy tales you asked if Mostyn could work here, she told you that Mostyn could work here the rest of her life if she chooses to.  She will not turn away one of her granddaughters.

                                            > You thought it would be better to ask about that later and thanked her.

                                            >She grabbed your arm [spoiler] the old bat [/spoiler] and told you she needed some great grand daughters

                                            >And with that you exited the porch waving over Mostyn and explaining that she is good to work at the Orchard for as long as she wants.


                                            >You both are in the peach fields pruning the trees.  For a solid hour the peach sisters were in the field giving detailed instructions on what branches looked like that you needed to prune and what you could not.  Mostyn picked up very quickly, but it took you a little while.  Why is that?  Your vision isn’t the greatest at night.

                                            >A large cart lays between the trees.  The peach sisters are in a different section of the orchard leaving you and Mosty.  What is she to you?[spoiler]She is cute and when she isn’t looking you have been getting some good looks at that ass that is tightening up to be great [/spoiler].

                                            >  Mostyn is taking care of the higher level branches that are out of your reach.  While your job is take care of the low level branches and carry the pruned branches to the cart.

                                            >Branches fall down systematically from above but none have been striking you, thankfully.  This is relaxing work with the temperature cool and just the both of you alone.

                                            >Looking up you see her fluttering about, feeling branches for old growth and cutting them down.  Leaving only the new and last year’s growth, that and the largest branches are left alone for new to grow from.

                                            >”Hey Anon when did you get to Hallow Shades anyways?  You couldn’t have been here too long?”

                                            >You think back on your time in Equestria, it has not been all sun shines and rainbows.

                                            “Well I have been here since the spring.  I was originally in Ponyville but that didn’t work out to well”

                                            >Mostyn flutters down into the mid-level of the tree, balancing on the large branches.

                                            >”How so?  You seem to do pretty well here, it was worse there?”

                                            >You rest a hand on the trunk of the tree.

                                            “I came here because it was.  It was last summer when I arrived in Ponyville.  Something about a miscast spell by two unicorns.  I lived in that crystal palace for a while.  In that instance it wasn’t too bad.  That was until I met my waifu”

                                            >A tree branch drops right in front of you.  A pair of purple eyes stair down at you.

                                            >Ok you have her attention better not mess this up.

                                            “Mosty I thought I had a mare that would love me like I thought I loved her.  Turns out I couldn’t have been more wrong.  She was a Pegasus with a rainbow mane.  And I thought I was a shoe in for her.  Fit as a fiddle, had shared interests, got along with two of her friends.  But she wanted nothing to do with me.  I tried to work my way into her life and nothing worked.  I would show up to runs that she would participate in, bump into her at restaurants, ran into her at the gym multiple times.  Turns out she told her friends I disgusted her, and they confronted me as a group.  Let me tell you that was a big letdown.”

                                            >”after that word started spreading around town that I was unwelcome.  With the exception of a minty unicorn mare that asked me about my fetish every day, no pony wanted anything to do with me.  It was a cold winter with no friends and I relied on charity temporary work from a furniture salespony. With only a few bits to my name I went to the train depot and asked where the few bits could take me.  Hallow Shades was my destination. “

                                            > Mostyn bats a hoof at your hair getting your attention.

                                            >”Anon if I meet that pegasus, she might not fly after I am done with her.”

                                            >This mare right here, well right up there.

                                            >She flaps down to the ground, those purple eyes staring into yours.  With a wing, her hair is combed back

                                            >”Anon if I were your waifu, none of that would happen here” She whispers out “if only…”

                                            >Mostyn turns around, her wings flash out and she looks like she is going to jet out of here.

                                            >Crap you can’t let this happen

                                            >You rush over, forgetting there was a branch in front of you.  Tripping yourself.  In slow motion you fall forward arms outstretched.  Her wings arch down and then back up, she slowly comes off the ground.  Your arms grasp out and find nothing but air.  Time resumes as you crash into the ground and she flaps up, then looks down.  She flies forward and you lose sight of her.

                                            >Coming up to your knees you bang on the ground with your fist.

                                            >You really f-ed that one up.  Just like you did on earth.

                                            >A strong breeze buffets you from the front.  You look up and there is Mostyn landing in front of you.  The corners of her eyes are moist, she bites her lip, folds her wings and comes up to you.  You surge forward wrapping your arms around her in a hug.  She wraps her wings around you after recovering from the shock of the hug.

                                            “Im sorry Mosty”

                                            >You hug her tighter, she nuzzles into your neck.

                                            “It’ll be dawn soon, do you want to watch the sunrise with me?”

                                            >She moves her mouth up to your ears “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else”


                                            >Under the farthest peach tree overlooking the Fillydelphia farmlands, Mostyn and you sit waiting for the sun to rise.  She is nestled up against you, thank goodness for that because it is cold out here.

                                            >Over the Celestial Sea the sky turns orange.  You can feel her move her hoof against your right arm.  You grasp her hoof with your hand and give it a gentle squeeze.

                                            >A wing curls around your back.

                                            >Ambient rays of light appear over the sea.  The land from the beach to the fields slowly feel the rays.

                                            >Mostyn’s unoccupied hoof makes its way to your chest.  You look away as the rays slowly approach the hill to Mostyn.  She pushes you back against the ground with her free hoof, mounting you as you hit the ground.  Your shirt having flown off during the fall.

                                            >”I’m claiming you now Anon, I’ll be the waifu you should have had”

                                            >Determination marks her features.

                                            >Both her hoofs drop from their prior positions of your hand and chest to your pants, pulling them off you with no resistance on your part.

                                            >She looks to your face for any type of rejection, but there is none.

                                            >The sun rays overtake your position bathing you in sunlight.  You cover your eyes with a hand.

                                            >Mostyn moves her face over to yours giving you a deep forceful kiss.  She pulls away with fire in her eyes, and by the wetness you feel on your legs the fire is also in another place.

                                            >You look her in the eyes

                                            “Mosty please tell me this isn’t a one-time deal”

                                            >A hoof cups your chin   “I won’t leave you Anon”

                                            >And with that she starts nipping you down the chest making her way to your junk.

                                            >Once there she buries her nose in your sack, inhaling and exhaling.

                                            >Anon Jr is at full mast.

                                            >Mostyn licks around both of your balls, taking one and then the other in between her lips, suckling them.  She looks up, moves a hoof up to your manhood giving it a few strokes.  Her wing takes over for her hoof, lightly brushing up and down your length.  It seems like hours as she continues this. The feel of a velvety wing brushing your member, your jewels being suckled, and the feel of her fur against your legs.

                                            >Mostyn pulls her wing back and stands straight up.  Without warning she grabs both of your legs and presses them up against your chest.

                                            >You have to brace yourself against the ground so you do not tumble over.

                                            >Mostyn keeps your legs up against your chest with her fore hooves.  She moves her core forward against yours.  Her dripping marehood can be felt against the tip of your manhood.  Her face is mere inches from yours.  You try to not look shocked but she can read it on your face.

                                            >”This is how a mare takes her mate”

                                            >And with that she descends down upon your manhood.  In this mating press you find yourself in, her tight walls clench upon you as she slowly lowers herself fully upon you.  She tries to bottom out but can only take most of you.

                                            >Her breath is caught sitting with as much as you in her as she can take.  She stays like this for a minute and then slowly raises herself before plunging right back down.  She takes a little more of you.  She repeats this over and over again, given many more descents she finally does bottom out.  Her insides grip you like a vice and she slumps against your legs with a look of bliss on her face.  Your groin covered in flood of mare juices.

                                            >She lets your legs go and crashes against your chest, your legs fall to the ground.  Her head is against neck.  With your hands free you grab your barrel and her ass, flipping her over onto her back.  She is shocked as you lips meet hers, a mere second later she melts into you kiss wrapping her fore hooves on your shoulders and her aft hooves around your hips.

                                            >She had her fun and now it’s time for yours.

                                            >You break the kiss and look into her eyes

                                            >You begin to thrust into her, with every thrust you feel those large teats graze your stomach.

                                            >You could swear hearts are in her eyes.  She pushes back up against the ground locking her lips back into yours. For only a second she breaks the kiss and whispers out

                                            >”I’ve needed this for a long time Anon” She bits your lip and tugs

                                            >Your thrusts are getting faster as you feel a tightness start in your balls

                                            >She returns to kissing you.  Your thrusts are going as fast as you can go

                                            >She breaks the kiss again putting her head to your neck   “Buck me ...o.o.h. LuNA!!!”

                                            >You can feel her climax again, she locks her hooves against your hips.

                                            >Fuck you’re going to blow a load in her

                                            “Most Im gonna cum let go”

                                            >She whispers out a “never”

                                            >And you lose it burying your dick as far as you can in her.  You vision whitening as you unload into her waiting womb.  You stay there buried in her for minutes basking in euphoria. Slowly you roll onto your back with her on your chest.

                                            >She moves her face in front of your sharing breaths

                                            >Those are hearts in her eyes

                                            >”Anon I love you”

                                            >She nuzzles against your cheek, you wrap a hand around her mane.

                                            >This mare has really dropped her entire life onto you.  She loves you, and this is far more real than anything you could have had in ponyville.  Maybe you could have a life with her.  Working in the orchard at night and snuggled during the day.  Together as a couple.  It just seems right.  You have to tell her.

                                            “I think I might just love you too Mosty”

                                            >She “eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”s into the air

                                            >And lowers her head back against your neck licking it for minutes.

                                            >”Anon I do this because I love you, know that and no other Mare can have you”

                                            >Crap what?

                                            >You feel her fangs press against your neck and slowly penetrate the skin.  Pressing downward until the blood begins to flow.  Her lips press down drinking from it.  She drinks and drinks and you are now feeling light headed.

                                            >You pat her head “Mostyn stop I  ...Ugh .I”

                                            >She relents and you feel her tongue lapping against your shoulder.  You fall out of her, the blood loss giving your Soldier retreat.

                                            >A lone peach rolls over to your outstretched hand, a wing letting it go.  You bring it your mouth and try to gain back some of what she took from you.

                                            > Mostyn wakes you up sometime later after you blacked out, helping you put your pants and shirt back on.

                                            >”Come on Anon let’s get you home.”

                                            >Mostyn rolls you onto her back and slowly trots through the orchard to your home…together.