original thread: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/37847229/
*Original author is Anon*
*I didn't write these ,just archive*

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OP:
>Ywn be a stallion
>ywn wake up when you and your waifu are expecting her estrus to start
>ywn take a deep breath. Then another, deeper breath with your upper lip raised as you smell your waifu's fertility
>ywn follow your snoot to your waifu's rear
>ywn nip at her flank, then walk up to her face, share breath, and make out
>ywn try to have romantic foreplay, but struggle to actually do it under the weight of your instincts. By now your cock has fully dropped out of your sheath and is smacking your belly
>ywn nip at her flanks between tongue bathing her horsepussy
>Ywn see her behavior become more raw, wild horse as your sapient thought fades into the background and her pheromones totally overwhelm you
>ywn rear onto her back, grab her belly, and spear her searing hot, drooling, winking pussy with your horsecock.
>ywn feel her pulling your cock in with rippling, almost crushing contractions. It's so hot and soupy. Infinitely better than the sex you have outside of heat season.
>Ywn feel like you're melting together starting from the genitals
>ywn try to start slow, before giving in to forceful, deep thrusts
>ywn ram your cock into your waifu's dilated cervix as you flare and spread her womb open.
>ywn bite her neck as you flood her womb with your seed, giving little thrusts as if you were trying to penetrate her cervix
>ywn flop out of her and drop to the floor.
>ywn cuddle and make out with her as her heat temporarily fades from the load deep in her womb
>ywn spend the next couple days happily engulfed in your waifu's vagina as she expertly contracts every little muscle to drain your balls of your spunk
>ywn help your waifu conceive

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>>37847372
Challenge accepted
>ywn be a mare
>ywn be out of bed early because your entire damn reproductive tract is itching, burning, and leaking love juices. Plus really full bladder
>ywn have discussed trying feral watersports with your lover. He's down
>ywn decide maybe not this first round
>ywn get out of the bathroom and wait in the living room
>ywn hear your stallion snorting and whuffing as he picks up your scent after finally waking up
>ywn be fully awake yet find your conscious, sapient thought being pushed into the backseat by all your pheromones. Your body is fully consumed by the flames of Love and The Sun so that you may bear fruit.
>oh yeah, ywn have decided to skip the no foal spell this year
>ywn hear your stallion come up behind you
>ywn hike your tail skyward and wink your horsepussy at him
>ywn feel him graze and bite at your flank and then meet you face to face
>ywn share breath with your loving stallion and feverishly make out
>ywn feel your lover clumsily attempt to preen your wings. Normally he's a pro despite not having any but he's clearly almost as gone as you
>ywn hear his attempts at conversation break down more into rough breeding whinnies and neighs than words
>ywn feel him nip your flank again before you feel his tongue on your clitoris
>ywn let out a startled whinny as your entire being collapses into your furiously winking love button
>ywn be wracked with intense pleasure and intense frustration as your lover alternates between love bites on your flank, wrapping his tongue around your clit, and delving into your vagina to taste and smell more of your pheromones.
>ywn be reduced to a quivering, feral beast of lust and sensation when it suddenly stops
>ywn hear your stallion give a loud breeding whinny before you feel his weight on your back
>ywn feel his forelegs around your belly as he manages to peirce your desperately needy vagina
>ywn feel your conciousness slip to a higher, yet paradoxically more feral plane as he pushes past the tight ring of muscle at the start of your passage and brushes your clit with his medial ring
>ywn hear his snorts in your ear as he struggles at some semblance of tender, slow lovemaking
>ywn whinny out your rapture as he gives in and thrusts hard and deep
>ywn instinctively clench every last muscle in your vagina to capture as much pleasure as possible from every ridge, bump, and vein filling you
>ywn feel your breath hitch at every tap of your loosened cervix
>ywn hear your stallion's loudest breeding whinny before you feel him bite down on your neck
>ywn feel him ram your cervix hard, and then feel his flaring head grab your vaginal walls and spread your cervix taut
>ywn feel your consciousness fully dissolve into pure pleasure as his warm, soothing seed blasts into your womb and he gives short jabbing thrusts directly against your cervix
>ywn come back down to earth as your stallion dismounts

>ywn feel the haze starting to lift from your brain and body, replaced by a satisfying warmth inside just past your teats
>ywn lay on the floor with your lover, as you cuddle, make out, and fully regain normal thought.
>ywn know it's temporary, as it typically takes even the most virile stallions more than one go
>ywn tell your stallion how happy you are to be the mother of his foals

>ywn be tied and gagged by your stallion
>ywn feel so good from being left completly at his mercy to be used however he wants for as long as he wants
>ywn moan into your gag begging for his attention
>ywn feel your heart flutter when he starts walking towards you
>ywn dream of countless scenarios and fantasies while he gets closer and closer
>ywn feel his hooves on your crotchtits
>ywn feel his muzzle caressing your neck going up to your ears
>ywn feel him nibbling with your ears
>ywn hear him whispering with his soft yet powerful and commanding voice
You are mine
>ywn try to respond to him before his firm horsecock brushes against your wet needy horsepussy
>ywn feel him rubbing its length along your folds
>ywn hear your own muffled lustful feminine whimpers
>ywn never feel every detail of his cock with your lips
his medial ring
his round tip
You need him so bad
>ywn feel him stop
Is this it?
>ywn feel his tip pressing against your entrance, only gently taping it
Again and again and again...
You hold it anymore
YOU NEED HIM
>ywn hear the ratling of chains and your own desperate muffled cries
>ywn stop at the sudden voice in yor ears, is so gentle, so sincere yet so powerful
Do you want it?
.
.
.
Then beg.
>ywn let out a lustful moan against the gag
>ywn try to tell him how much you need him with the sluttiest neediest voice you can muster

>ywn see the smirk on his face
>ywn feel his cock finally entering you
>ywn feel every inch of him opening and stretching your vagina
>ywn feel your walls calmping on his lenght engulfing it, just as needy as you are
>ywn feel him start pulling out
>ywn feel him pushing back in with the strength of a feral beast
>ywn feel so full of him
>ywn be completly comsumed by pleasure as he starts picking up the pace
>ywn hear your own moans
>ywn hear the ratling of chains
>ywn hear the huffs and animalistic grunts of your stallion
>ywn feel his rhythm change, slowing down but railing you with even greater force
>ywn feel his cock growing inside you
>ywn feel his tip flaring up
>ywn feel him filling your insides with thick, hot, white cum
>ywn feel bad for every drop of his seed that splashes against the floor
>ywn feel his heavy body against you, seemigly exhausted
>ywn hear him say
Ready for the second round?


>ywn notice the heat coming back and let it build again

>ywn be a stallion
>ywn come back from a supply run to find your waifu with her tail up and winking you again
>ywn watch her hold a wink and release a short stream of pee on the floor
>ywn raise your upper lip and take a big whiff
>ywn be hit with the concentrated burst of pheromones and feel your cock slam up into your belly

>ywn be a mare
>ywn let your hormones build back up to the point of no control
>ywn fight to hold your bladder as your body tries to use it to broadcast your fertility
>ywn hear your stallion open the door
>ywn present yourself, wink hard, and feel sweet, sweet relief

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>be a stallion
>wake up when you and your waifu are expecting her estrus to start
>take a deep breath. Then another, deeper breath with your upper lip raised as you smell your waifu's fertility
>follow your snoot to your waifu's rear
>nip at her flank, then walk up to her face, share breath, and make out
>try to have romantic foreplay, but struggle to actually do it under the weight of your instincts. By now your cock has fully dropped out of your sheath and is smacking your belly
>nip at her flanks between tongue bathing her horsepussy
>see her behavior become more raw, wild horse as your sapient thought fades into the background and her pheromones totally overwhelm you
>rear onto her back, grab her belly, and spear her searing hot, drooling, winking pussy with your horsecock.
>feel her pulling your cock in with rippling, almost crushing contractions. It's so hot and soupy. Infinitely better than the sex you have outside of heat season.
>feel like you're melting together starting from the genitals
>try to start slow, before giving in to forceful, deep thrusts
>ram your cock into your waifu's dilated cervix as you flare and spread her womb open.
>bite her neck as you flood her womb with your seed, giving little thrusts as if you were trying to penetrate her cervix
>flop out of her and drop to the floor.
>cuddle and make out with her as her heat temporarily fades from the load deep in her womb
>spend the next couple days happily engulfed in your waifu's vagina as she expertly contracts every little muscle to drain your balls of your spunk
>you've help your waifu conceive

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>you are a stallion, currently laying in bed with your mare
>you've been busy the last few days
>It's day 5 of your lover's current estrus cycle
> it's been an incredible and exhausting week of sex
>sometimes you'd fuck as soon as she felt the symptoms coming back, other times you let her hormones and pheromones build to the point you were both near reduced to dumb animals.
>now it's starting to really hit you
>it's only her first regular cycle of the year, so if things don't take you only have to wait 15 days or so to start trying again
>but you both agreed to try as hard as equinely possible to make a foal.
>one way or another, you're going to be a father
>you're honestly fucking terrified. There's so many ways to mess things up.
>but as your lover nickers and drapes her neck across yours, your anxiety vanishes
>this mare is the best thing to happen to you since you got your cutie mark. And it's not like you both don't have family to reach out to
>as you nibble on her ear, she giggles. Your worries drift away, as you wonder whether your foal will look like as a colt or filly
>and will they be fliers? Your family is all earth ponies as far back as you know, so you figure it's 50/50
>as your exhausted mind drifts into the dream realm, you tell yourself "we've got this"
>"I love this mare so much"

Continued
>you are a mare
>you are approaching the end of your first cycle of the year
>your mind is currently clear. >unsurprising, given your womb is absolutely stuffed with your stallion's semen
>you're both lying in bed. You are lying on your back, with multiple pillows and cushions keeping your rear up in the air
>you heard fertilization typically happens in the upper third of the fallopian tube, so anything to keep all his cream in and get it as far back there as possible
>you hope his seed takes on this cycle and you can skip out on estrus the rest of the year
>sure, the loads of sex are great. But there's also mood swings. And having to piss way more, that certainly doesn't get old fast.
>There's potions to dull the symptoms, but they don't 100% suppress them and they can have annoying side effects for some
>but above anything else, you honestly want to just hurry up and get pregnant so you can meet your foal sooner.
>you're nervous about bringing this new life into the world.
>Granted, you don't have any sort of family history with pregnancy issues, but it still weighs on you sometimes
>You take a moment to just appreciate the gravity of the moment
>you can feel the warmth of billions of sperm swimming in your womb and uterine horns.
>Hopefully, they're getting down your fallopian tubes right now. You won't know when you've ovulated until you're already pregnant. But it's usually day 4-6
>you might be releasing the egg that will become your foal right now
>obviously you will love your foal no matter what, but honestly you really hope it's a pegasus.
>you know the early, instinctive bursts of flight will be rough. Especially for your ground bound husband. At least you have a Unicorn friend who knows the cloudwalking spell.
>you snap out of your rambling thoughts and notice your stallion has turned away from you. His ears are pinned back and his tail is tucked in so tight his dock must be up his pooper
>he does this whenever he's stewing in worry or self-doubt
>you nicker at him softly. He looks over at you and you wiggle over and rest your neck across his
>you can feel his muscles loosen as he takes a deep breath, and starts nibbling your ear
>He's such a silly pony. Maybe he has hidden Apple blood in him?
>He may doubt himself and worry too much at times, but you know that deep down, he has more than it takes
>you're so glad he's yours. And as you drift off to Luna's realm, you rub your belly over your womb and think to yourself
>"I'm so lucky to have a stallion like him. I can't wait to hold our foal together"

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>You are a mare.
>Standing with your hind legs off your bed, your forelegs resting upon it, and your stallion's eyes drinking in the sight of you before him.
>Not that you need to look back to know how he watches you, or approaches you, and certainly not to know the feel of his hoof on your rump.
>Even now, it makes you jump just a little to feel how he presses into the soft flesh of your behind.
>Then you shiver as his hoof starts trailing upwards, over your back and towards your withers.
>His voice is quiet but confident as he asks if you're sure about this, he wouldn't dare push you into anything you don't want to do.
>But you made your mind up before tonight; you love him as much as life itself because he is what gives life to you.
>Almost more when you found him flipping through that magazine followed by his hurried attempts to assure you it wasn't what you thought.
>The explanation that he could never bring himself to ask that of you, to see you like that, to know or at least suspect how you might feel.
>It's something that thrills him but not more than simply lying by your side in bed, stroking from your chest to your belly with his hoof.
>Even now you can't keep your mind from those thoughts - the cool of his breath on your neck after he's kissed it, then the heat of his lips behind your ear when he kisses again.
>Especially the tickling feeling of his wing caressing your flank that took you a while to get used to but which you now can't imagine going without.
>So how could you do anything but ask him if this is something he'd like to try with you?
>Maybe not as extreme as some of the stuff in his magazines; maybe in time you'll be open to that but for now, you'd much rather start off slow.
>To your side, opposite him on the bed, are a few pieces of equipment: a pair of spreader bars, a gag, and a crop.
>The last of those is something he asked you repeatedly about, as to how sure you are to try it.
>But even if it's only for him to hold it between his teeth and teasingly stroke it against your rump, only threatening to tan your behind... You shiver.
>He feels it and stops his stroking you with a hoof instantly.
>He asks if there's something wrong, are you having second thoughts? Seeing everything laid out like this, does it scare you?
>You know him well enough now to know that by the tension in his foreleg, his arousal must be unbearable.
>Yet even still, he nuzzles that little spot behind your right ear and tells you he can put those things away and the two of you can cuddle.
>He knows you love when he rests his stomach against the cleft of your back while you hold him inside you.
>And yes, right now there's a part of you that'd love nothing more than to slowly, tenderly please him.
>But that would be more for you than him and tonight you'd decided was to be about him and his desires.
>So you shake your head and tell him that you want this- no, you want him just as much as your honeymoon.

>Doesn't he remember when the two of you came down the stairs of the hotel the next morning only to be greeted by one of the staff, discretely informing you that there'd been a few complaints from the other guests.
>About the noise.
>Doesn't he remember that the two of you made sure to give them something to really complain about the next night?
>Even after he wasn't sure about it, saying it was your honeymoon, he didn't want to ruin it by having you turfed out.
>And you reminded him that yeah, it was your honeymoon and so you only had one. Why wouldn't you want it to be so good you'd remember it for years to come? Why wouldn't you want him to make you feel the way a stallion should make his mare feel?
>Celestia, it was a struggle not to drag him right back to the room then.
>But it did make the following night all the better when the two of you decided to see just how many positions two ponies could couple with.
>Doesn't he remember the one that made you cry his name loud enough that somepony actually came to your door and shouted through it?
>The muted thump from beside you is all the confirmation you need.
>You've no such way of subtly announcing your own arousal so you instead tell him to put his hoof back down over your rump.
>No, stud, a little lower than that.
>Ahh, how is it that even the touch of his hoof makes you shiver like a young mare on her first night?
>So, doesn't he see that you too want this - want him?
>But he asks again, careful to assure you that he won't mind at all.
>And you just as carefully reassure him that the two of you already agreed on the safeword and you trust him, more than anypony in Equestria, to hold to that.
>And the tapping of your hooves when you have the gag in.
>And he reminds you that he's going to check anyway, just to be sure he doesn't miss anything.
>You take the opportunity to kiss him, now that he has his head next to yours so you can see his eyes and how earnest he is.
>It's one of the few opportunities you relish to truly surprise him and the second it takes for him to lean into the kiss.
>The firmness of his lips against yours, the heat of his breath, knowing even from his flank against yours of those powerful muscles that let him hold you so tightly - it's a shame all of that has you trying to catch your breath when you break the kiss.
>His easy smile? The little lock of his mane over his forehead?
>Yeah, that reminds you of one of the reasons you fell for him.
>So you take the opportunity to remind yourself - this is for him, because you love him and want him to feel just as good as he makes you feel.
>It's so hard to pull yourself off the bed and away from him, his tender touch, his warmth, but not his words.
>You stand beside your bed, presenting yourself to him with your strong, earth pony, legs holding you firm to the ground.

>It takes a moment more but you do hear the clinking of one of the spreader bars and catch sight of him holding it in his mouth as he steps over in front of you.
>Then he sets it down in front of your forelegs and sits there, about to start fastening it.
>He's going to put them on your forelegs first, okay?
>You can see how it feels and if you're not comfortable, it won't be as distressing.
>Most importantly, though... He kisses you again, quicker this time, and tells you that he loves you.
>No matter what else happens tonight, no matter what else he might say, nothing will change that he loves you more than anything in the world.
>You shiver at the sensation of the metal cuffs against your hooves and your stallion pauses.
>But you nod down to him to continue and with a little effort, he fastens the first cuff around your hoof.
>It's more difficult to get the second one on with the bar holding it stiffly but after you spread your legs a little wider—more than you were expecting which... well, it does give you a thrill of excitement to imagine them on your hind legs now—it slips on.
>How does it feel?
>You try to keep your breathing steady and your thoughts away from him mounting you and sinking inside you, the low, lusty growl of his voice, and your own arousal knowing that you're going to be bred.
>Sweet Celestia... You shudder at that thought.
>It won't be long until you're back in estrus again, begging him to provide the relief only he can.
>And if you try this again then there's nothing you could do to keep him from giving you a foal.
>You'd made your mind up - after tonight, you're going to ask him.
>You're ready and you believe he is too, to add to your family.
>So when the day comes and your mind turns only to thoughts of him, wouldn't it be the most incredible thing to inflame his passions just as much as he does yours?

>Too late you realise you've just been standing there, breathing heavily as your stallion watches you carefully.
>He asks if you're okay with this and you cut him off before he can go any further to tell him to go around behind you and he can see just how okay you are.
>It's fine, really, you already knew you'd have to get the stronger cleaning supplies out tomorrow.
>The ones you keep for when you're in estrus.
>Just imagine it: desperate for his warmth but unable to move your legs to do anything about ti, entirely at his mercy, hindlegs spread wide so perfect for him to put a foal in you, hot breath on your neck as you… as you moan around your gag and he tells you of how he’s going to fill his trembling little mare to the brim.
>Why hadn’t you thought of this before?
>He does that thing where he lays his wing over your back as he walks around you, knowing how feeling him touch you can be so reassuring.
>All that does is heighten your arousal; you know, so well, he’d never do anything to hurt you.
>Surrendering your control to him isn’t really putting yourself at his mercy but placing yourself in his loving hooves.
>You have to bite your lip to keep from moaning as his wing slides off you a little too late not to glide over your rump.
>Just imagine those wrapped around your flanks as he mounts you and fills you, makes you feel the way a mare should.
>You want this.

>Your stallion speaks carefully and clearly as he tells you he’s going to start attaching the bar to your hind legs now.
>If at any moment you want him to stop, just say so and he will.
>He has the key right next to him to unlock the cuffs, too, so you won’t have to struggle if things get too much.
>You have to credit him - even you can smell your scent, back there it must be absolutely maddening.
>There’s more clinking and that slightly unpleasant coldness from the metal cuff going on but then it snaps into place, as gently as he can do so.
>He finishes that with a little kiss to your pastern.
>Tease! He knows how sensitive your hind legs are so of course he does his usual thing of trying to draw a giggle from you.
>Well it doesn’t work this time but only because, in spite of how you chew your lip, a moan manages to break free.
>And more than that, you feel yourself wink when he kisses again.
>Celestia, he doesn’t have to push your hind legs apart or ask you to spread out for him now.
>You test your forelegs and find only the slightest bit of give where the bar connects to the cuffs, certainly not enough for you to even try closing them together.
>And now it’s a struggle to keep your tail from shifting side to side, especially with his hot breath blowing across your cannon, down your fetlock, and then over your hoof.
>With mouth and hooves he secures the second cuff in place and you immediately test it.
>It’s a strange sensation, not being able to close your hind legs, but you turn your mind back to him.
>Oh, sweet Celestia, when he’s buried to the hilt inside you and you feel your body start to tense up, you won’t be able to clench your legs shut!
>It really will be like your honeymoon all over again where he held you open and you… you had to do your best to cope with those waves of pleasure beating against you.
>The way they stole your breath and your words, leaving you only with rolling eyes and shaking body as he held you close.
>Maybe he notices how you tense up again because he asks, placing a hoof on your quivering rump, if you’re sure this is okay.
>Alright, okay, remember that this is for him; if you keep sending him the wrong signals that you’re afraid then the evening’s going to be wasted.
>Breathe in, and then out.
>You are the mistress of your body, it’s yours to control.
>Your shaking subsides and the hoof he rests on you gently pats as he awaits your answer.
>Which is that yes, you’re okay with this, you really are.
>Still, he comes back around you and his hoof quickly finds its place on your withers as he looks you in the eye.
>You know he’ll find any hint of falsehood in what you say but you still smile and wider when it’s returned.
>His lips meeting yours are a far better use of them, however.
>You so badly want to put a hoof to him as he does you but thinking about how tied you are, entirely at his disposal… Yes, his mare.

>When he breaks the kiss he’s still smiling; how would you like to be kissed somewhere else?
>It’s a good, slow start to see how you like being, well, tied up like this.
>Because, you see, he does think you look even sexier like this, as difficult as it is to believe.
>Not that you have any trouble believing, by the way his wings have such trouble sitting still against his back.
>That was one of the loveliest things you learned about your lovely stallion long ago - pegasus wings aren’t only a dead giveaway about how they feel, they’re also incredibly sensitive.
>On those mornings where the two of you lie abed with him warming the two of you, you took the greatest pleasure in feeling him twitch and throb as you stroked his back with your hooves.
>Paying special attention to the wing joints as you did, sometimes stroking out along them just so you could hear him struggling not to moan.
>And he, in turn, would pay you back later in the day - sometimes stroking even a single feather against you when he’d catch you deep in thought about him.
>Why were pegasi gifted with such soft feathers? It was as if they were made just so their stallions could tease their mares endlessly.
>So even standing here before him, looking at how his wings twitch, your mind turns to them wrapped around your flanks as he rests his body against you.
>Those delicate, tickling feathers making the muscles in your stomach ripple as he hits spots you didn’t even know could stir that kind of warmth within you.
>And you think, yes, about him not just kissing you back there but using one of his feathers.
>When you’re helpless to do anything about it.
>He knows the sound of your whimper isn’t one of fear.
>It’s one he’s heard more times than you can remember, most often with you on your back and him… well, he’d be on the bed too.
>Just that he’d be using his lips and tongue to make you sing more beautifully than any pegasus, as he’d say.
>No, no, please don’t cover your face with the pillow! Oh, you’ve no idea what those sweet sounds you make do to him.
>You must have absently nodded to him because his smile turns mischievous as he steps back around to your side and this time very deliberately trails his wing a little lower along your flank.
>Almost touching your belly and definitely making you shiver.
>Hooking around your right thigh as he rounds your rump and you feel that breath against your tender flesh again.
>You’d made sure to clean yourself thoroughly tonight, just as you do any night the two of you know you’ll be enjoying each other’s company.
>Which is almost every night, really, but when you stroke that sponge filled with warm water against yourself, you do like to imagine it’s him.
>Sometimes it is. When the two of you clean each other more intimately.
>As intimate as his lips against your rump, delivering a light kiss.
>Quickly followed—as you hoped—by his teeth nipping at you suddenly.

>It still draws a whinny from you and you still feel a little abashed but it’s an old, instinctual reaction, one he says excites him.
>One that’s followed by another kiss to that spot - slower, lingering.
>You know he has to see, as much as smell, what all of this is doing to you.
>Your tail is tucked as far to one side as you can get it, affording him the clearest view of… there’s a lot of words ponies use for it.
>Sweet and poetic, harsh and lurid, you tend more towards the latter these days and especially so when you’re in the throes of passion or gripped by arousal.
>So right now, you’d say you’re giving him the perfect view of your sopping wet little pussy.
>Although yes, that does still make you smirk to think about.
>The smirk’s wiped clean from your face, however, as the kisses he’s been trailing inward give way to a long, languid lick to one side of your leaking sex.
>It draws a grunt from you, as well as another wink, and another muted thump from him.
>If it’s loud enough that you can hear it here, he must be even more aroused than you thought.
>Maybe it’s seeing how you try to, instinctively, clench your hind legs together but can’t.
>How right now he is the master of your body, it’s his to use.
>You wink again at that thought. And the thought of his erection so tantalisingly close but still out of reach.
>Your breath hitches as he licks again, this time lapping up a little of your sweet fluids and then leading into a kiss right there.
>Oh you can see it right now - the way he licks his lips and smiles, satisfied, before returning and…
>Oh… He’s not like other stallions.
>You’d say he’s far better, even though he laughs at that and assures you he just tries his best to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.
>But there’s still some ways he’s just like them, just as you can be the same as other mares.
>You were always insistent he should know every inch of your body, from your head to your hooves, your chest to your rump.
>There isn’t a part he hasn’t seen and touched and yes, that does include your teats.
>Smaller, you feel, than other mares but he always tells you they’re beautiful and perfectly sized for him to press his lips to and make you gasp.
>Though on the occasions you’ve told him you’d like to make use of the saliva he leaves there to stroke him between your sensitive little ladies, you do worry they’re not enough to satisfy him.
>Until he tells you with a strained voice that he’s maddeningly close and asks how you’d like him to finish.
>Right where he is, of course, where you can feel that you’re no lesser mare that can’t please her stallion.
>And then there’s another part of you he enjoys.
>The one that sits snugly right under your tail.
>You won’t say it’s unpleasant but it’s certainly different and not exactly your own preferred way of pleasing him.
>But he enjoys it and that’s enough for you.
>So when you feel his tongue on that part of you, it’s less surprising than you might otherwise have expected.

>And it does send a little rippling wave of pleasure down into another part of you that your stallion is more eager to return to.
>His tongue is tender and gentle as he strokes you with it, careful not to overstimulate that sensitive little nub that his hoof is so often the thing that rubs it.
>Now you can’t keep your mouth shut any longer and just give up, letting out a lustful moan as your hind legs tremble and your rump quivers.
>A rump that’s steadied by a pair of wings slipping over them, the impossibly soft feathers wrapping your cheeks up like an incomparable blanket.
>Another stroke of his tongue, another moan, longer when he brings that devilish tongue down along your lips, chasing the swell of your arousal.
>And you squeak… yes, okay, you sometimes squeak in surprise, especially when he touches a particularly sensitive part of your body when you least expect it.
>Such as your left nipple with his hoof, already hard as iron and begging for attention.
>Sweet Celestia, what you wouldn’t give for him to mount you right now and slide his member between your thighs and against your teats.
>Smear your sensitive skin with his arousal only so that he can glide against you more easily until he feels himself ready to…
>To mount you as a mare should be mounted.
>Please.
>Just one word, said loud enough for him to hear and squeezed out through gasps and moans.
>Please.
>He knows what his touch does to you, he knows that when he uses his lips and tongue like this that it drives you to new heights of desire to feel him inside you.
>Please!
>With your ears turned back, you hear him licking his lips again and well he might, leaving you leaking like an old faucet as he does.
>Relief doesn’t come immediately, though, not as you hope it would.
>You hear his hooves on the carpet, as well, stepping back so that he can look over his prize.
>And so suddenly, you feel so incredibly vulnerable.
>You may be an earth pony and he a pegasus but you’re tied up and he’s not.
>He could rut you senseless right now.
>Could take that crop from the bed and redden your rump as he buries himself in you, making you tense and tighten up so that you’re squeezing the life out of him.
>And you? You’d be forced to take every inch and every drop he has, and whether you want to or not your body would be made to work for his pleasure.

>His little broodmare. His breeding mount. Filled again and again until you carry his foals.
>With the gag on, you couldn’t even call for help to save yourself from this insatiable stud.
>He… he’d surely only take it off to please himself with your lips and your tongue, to feel the warmth of your throat and fill your belly.
>And you feel yourself trembling but again, not from fear or trepidation.
>But instead, understanding; this is what excites him about it all, isn’t it?
>This is why he reads those magazines.
>Why he’d never dare ask it of you.
>It’s terrifying, yes, but exhilarating in equal measure.
>Treading the very edge of danger held back only by trust and love.
>And Celestia, how you love him so!
>Which is why tonight, you will be all his.
>Why when you feel his hoof against your rump, pushing against your soft cheek and then joined by another on your other side, you struggle against the spreader bar.
>But just as before, there’s no give.
>Oh no, not for you, because this stallion has you exactly where he wants you and is going to have every way he wishes with you.
>You gasp as his hooves slide up along your flanks, joined by the thump of his hind hooves on the carpeted floor.
>Then you feel it: a hot splash against your sex, telling you just how close he is right now.
>You allow yourself a look back and feel a sudden rush of arousal at the sight - his wings spread out majestically, his body angled over your own, and positioned just right for you to catch sight of his proud member.
>He was more modest than other stallions so you delighted in telling him how big he was, especially when he’d nicker and tell you he was average - no less than others but he wouldn’t delude himself unnecessarily.
>But you knew the truth, which was that he could put any earth pony stud to shame.
>It’s why you know that when the time comes, he’ll give you the foals to raise a real family.
>His eyes meet yours and you bite your lip in advance, nodding back to him.
>You bite your lower lip, knowing full well it won’t do any good as you feel the tip of his swollen cock press against your lips and begin to part them.

>Oh no.
>No, you hadn’t thought about this!
>Normally, on those wonderful nights when your stallion mounts you, the two of you delight in how you might shift your hind legs back against him.
>You’d quietly tell him to stand still and then do your best to control your breathing as your shaking hind legs struggle to hold you up as that warmth ripples out from between them.
>Even on other nights you’d still like to move about, either to spread or draw your hind legs together, depending on your and your stallion’s preference.
>But tonight?
>Tonight, you feel his member just inside you, twitching and throbbing, spilling his hot fluids to mingle with yours.
>And that’s all you feel because he doesn’t push any deeper.
>Your muscles work feverishly, even without your conscious direction, to try and draw him inside you but your irresistible stud holds fast even as his breathing quickens and you feel the shaking of his hind legs through his body.
>Then his hot breath at the back of your neck as his voice turns low and husky, telling you that you’re going to have to be a good mare if you want this.
>One of the hooves that hold onto your hips shifts back and slides across your rump, giving it a firm little tap that makes you wince.
>It’s not fair! That’s why he has the crop too, isn’t it?
>He knows you adore when he lies on his back and you atop him, only to feel his hooves stroke down along your behind and give you a few firm smacks when you hold onto him.
>One of the little games the two of you created for yourselves; just like the mornings where the two of you lie together, you hold onto him and he to you and neither of you move your hips.
>It’s always easier for him, of course, since he isn’t the one with the most wonderful stallion in the world inside him; he doesn’t know what it feels like when the passionate motions of his hips leave you panting and begging him for more.
>But you still do your best to stay right where you are, leaking all over his pelvis and especially so when his hooves start kneading your rump like the most expert baker with his hooves pressing at the dough.
>The first time he smacked you it wasn’t fair at all! Of course you jumped and then immediately fell back down and how could you resist picking up the motion after that?
>Well, your two hooves pressed to his chest as you put the bedsprings through their paces certainly showed him that time but after that, it became a regular thing.
>A test to see just how long you could resist that curious mix of pain and pleasure when his hoof struck your rump and you felt yourself reflexively tense up as you struggled not to give an inch.
>You liked to think your muscles rippling around him proved equally difficult for him.
>But right now, it’s just like those times - his hoof stroking back and forth on your soft behind, his breath across your neck, and his calm voice asking if you’re going to be a good mare for him.

>And from some part of you that you didn’t know existed, the words bubble up - y-yes, you’ll be his good little mare.
>You’ll do whatever he asks.
>Just… please.
>You struggle against the spreader bar to no avail, again.
>Your stallion twitches inside you, again.
>Alright, since you seem to know your proper place, he’ll permit you some leniency.
>You’re not sure which is better, the way he struggles not to moan too loudly as he sinks more inches into you, or the feeling of your lips tingling as his cock slides between them and starts to fill you in the way only he can.
>There’s no question when it comes to the way his hooves slide up along your flanks, accompanied by the cool breeze from his wings flapping as he forces himself to keep control of his hips.
>Nor do you have to wonder about the warmth that spills from his tip or the thought of your own running along his shaft, all the way to his heavy, pendulous testicles only to drip from them and further stain the carpet.
>Oh, he really loved how that felt... Which is why it’s so maddening that you know he’s holding his medial ring just outside you!
>In spite of yourself, you whimper and your hind legs quiver as you struggle against the bindings.
>Celestia, he really can go as slow as he wants, can’t he?
>He could slide himself all the way into you and then just pull right out and you’d be left nothing more than a whimpering, pleading mess of a mare.
>A grunt rises in your throat as a particularly intense throb of pleasure unknots itself under your tail; after tonight, you’re going to ask him to do this when you’re in heat but only if he gives you his word he won’t hold back.
>Or maybe… No, you can’t even begin to think that now.
>Not as he turns his sultry voice back to your ear and asks you if you’re quite done yet.
>Every time you lose control like that he’s going to stop and wait for you to calm yourself, otherwise…
>He delivers another firm tap to your behind and you bit your lip furiously to keep from making a sound as he speaks.
>Otherwise, he’s going to have to punish you.
>P-Punish you?
>He wouldn’t dare pull back out would he? And turn his lips and tongue back on you to leave you begging him, pleading with him to finally fill you as you deserve to be.
>But if you’re good…
>Your mind snaps back to attention at those words and the way he lowers his voice as he lowers his head towards you, close enough that he only has to whisper into your ear as he sinks another inch between your quivering lips.
>Oh, if you’re good, he’ll be good to you in turn.
>Every throb of his cock, every twitch of his hips, the way his forelegs grip you, the way his breath doesn’t quite come in the slow, controlled breaths he’s clearly going for?
>You know exactly what’ll happen if you’re good; you’ll be powerless to stop him as he ruts you senseless.

>And if he puts the gag in, you can scream and shout all you want but it’ll be pointless - begging him to thrust harder or faster won’t be needed because he’ll already be showing his good little mare what good mares get.
>So will you be good?
>You nod quickly and speak quietly - yes, yes, you’ll be good, you promise!
>A hoof strokes along your flank and you feel the deep rumbling of his chest as he sighs contentedly, telling you that’s exactly what he wanted to hear.
>Celestia, you’re such a beautiful mare, it really is a shame he has to tie you up like this.
>But maybe you’ll grow to like it? Maybe the cuffs and the bars will become your new favourite jewellery.
>His hoof sweeps down along your belly and your breath hitches again just as you’re unable to stop yourself from winking around him.
>The wet, lurid sound draws a whimper from you and a grunt from him.
>You know from the way he shoots out another hot spurt that his hefty balls drew up in that moment and… your eyes roll back in your head, just thinking about that.
>You are a mare and he is your stallion, your bodies perfectly tailored for each other.
>His cock is the perfect length and girth to make you moan and you are perfectly warm, wet, and have muscles that can ripple around him to make him produce the same sounds.
>There’s no greater feeling than when he flares inside you, his hooves gripping you so tightly it almost verges on painful but still says on the side of reassuring you that your stallion holds you securely, lovingly.
>And now, you’re sure, this estrus will be different.
>Your body will have what it so desperately craves in those times.
>No condoms, no precautions, only letting him feel just how hot he gets you and that this time, you’ll be doing it right.
>So knowing what his balls do right now, knowing how intense the sensation must be for him, you know how much more it’ll be when he buries himself in you and you turn your body towards milking every last drop from him.
>Maybe it’s those thoughts or maybe it’s just the way he so easily undoes you that makes you moan quaveringly when he sinks more inches in and you feel his medial ring stroke the inside of you.
>Good mare, good mare, stay with it, he purrs as he walks his hips forward and strokes his forelegs higher up your body.
>Your breath keeps catching though, and it’s even harder to stop your legs from struggling against their bindings.
>You need him!
>You need him to not stop filling you, not stop making you leak all around him even as you try to keep your lips from squeezing too hard.
>No, you don’t want him to finish just yet, not before he’s truly made you his mare.
>But he’s almost all the way and you know—how could you not after so many nights and days of it—from how full you are that it’ll only be a few more inches before you can’t hold your breath any longer.

>Please, please don’t start trying to rock your hips against him.
>It may be all you can do with your legs bound but you need to behave!
>What if he starts tapping your rump again?
>What if he smacks it?
>What if he grips the crop with a wing and delivers a firm lash against your tender, quivering behind?
>What if he bottoms out inside you at last and gives a little thrust at the end so that your whole behind wobbles and your legs shake, struggling to hold you up under the weight of your pleasure?
>You don’t need to wonder because he does.
>Ungh!
>Celestia you love this part!
>The part where he twitches and throbs inside you, filling you as a mare should be, and you can’t help yourself but feel that loosening under your tail as your breath comes free in a gasp that gives way to a throaty groan.
>You know the trickle that’s been running along his turgid flesh has turned to a stream and the mental image only intensifies the warmth radiating from inside you.
>Even thinking about how he’d sometimes mock-chide you for being such a lightweight that just feeling your stallion inside you is enough to make you cum makes you gasp.
>The icing on this lewd layer cake is easily the way he kisses your cheek and tells you—with a voice strained as he tries to handle the way you clench around him—he didn’t give you permission for that.
>Ohhh, you can cum as hard as you like (and you fully intend to!) but, mmph, that lovely little rump of yours has to learn some manners!
>And you, little mare, mmm, you will just have to take it.
>On those last two words he gives two little thrusts that draw two not so little moans from you.
>He’s as stiff as the spear he carries in his duties and feeling every last hard inch of him moving about inside you like that draws another swelling of arousal from your aching lips.
>Well, if you’re going to be punished anyway then you might as well enjoy yourself.
>Which you do by, at least trying, to buck your hips back against your stallion.
>The most you can really do is sort of rock back against him and wish that the big stud would start rutting you like you deserve.
>He has you right where he wants you, you can’t move to stop him, so why doesn’t he utterly ravish you?
>Instead, just as you finally feel your orgasm beginning to subside, he starts to pull out of you and the panic of realising you won’t feel him inside mixes with the tingling sensation of him moving again to produce aftershocks that take your breath away.
>How does he do it?
>How does he resist the urge to breed you as he must feel the pressing need to?
>You whimper and put as much strength into your muscles as you can to try and hold him from leaving you.
>To your credit, he does gasp and pause momentarily, hind legs shaking if the quivering of his forelegs is any indication.

>But he’s a disciplined stallion and overcomes even that onslaught to pull inch after inch out of you, until only the tip remains still inside you.
>Swollen and needing release as much as you do but even that comes free with a wet pop that leaves you shuddering.
>Oh, you can see it without turning back around - his whole member wobbling from side to side as your mixed juices drip from it.
>It should be inside you where it belongs!
>But instead, even his forelegs leave you and then you do look back over your withers to see what’s going on. Did you do something to spoil the evening?
>He’s smiling and he comes up around your side, trailing… Ohhh, trailing his wing against your flank in a way that makes you shiver.
>Just as much as the sound of his wet cock thumping against his belly with each step, does.
>If he’s that hard then this really must be a dream come true for him.
>Your stallion wastes no time in pressing his lips to yours as soon as he’s in reach and in spite of how you whimper, wishing he was still inside you as he does this, it’s still so welcome.
>And even more when he breaks the kiss as he did earlier and holds his nose close to yours so that your breaths mix.
>You’re doing great, love, he tells you, has all of this been okay so far?
>That’s… That’s why he stopped?
>Of course it is.
>Of course the stallion you love so well would stop in the midst of his own fantasy becoming reality to check on you.
>So you nod and then tell him, just so it’s clear, that all of this has absolutely been okay.
>He looks back over you and then meets his eyes, the hesitation clear in that moment.
>Then… would that mean you’d be okay if he got a little rougher?
>He won’t do anything too much and again, he won’t put the gag on yet so you can tell him to stop if it’s too much - he says before you can say anything in response to his question.
>Your response to that being to kiss him, not deeply but enough that he knows when you say that you want to keep going, he knows you’re not just saying it to please him.
>Even though you do, so badly, want to please him.
>And you will.
>Celestia, this is going to be a night to remember.

>And you would remember it, even if all he did was kiss you back so passionately or thump his member against his stomach.
>Even the sound of it is enough to draw another wink and another quiet moan from you.
>But you remember what he said and you’re intent on being a good girl for him.
>He reminds you, however, that if it gets too much you shouldn’t try to keep going for his sake.
>This can only be enjoyable if both of you enjoy it. So he’ll keep an ear out for words or hoof stomping.
>For now, however… He presses a wing to your chest and delicately trails the feathers over it and back over your shoulder.
>Down along your flanks, making your shivering turn into full-body shaking, especially since you can hear him licking his lips over the susurration of the feathers against yourself.
>Another wing joins the first when he stops at your rump, the two sitting on either side and giving the lightest of squeezes as he reminds you, in that mock commanding voice, that good girls know how to treat their stallions.
>And oh Luna, do you know how to. He should know well enough now, even in spite of always wearing a condom when you were in estrus, that your body was perfectly formed to milking him dry.
>But if he wants to grip and hold you, give you his own little squeeze to help you tighten up around him then you won’t object.
>And clearly he does, if the way he manages to keep his wings right there as he mounts you again is any indication.
>Your breath catches again in anticipation, your thoughts turn to his turgid cock bobbing about just behind you as you wink again and again.
>You may not be able or allowed to move your legs but he said nothing about that and part of you knows he’ll relish being kissed in that way.
>Especially since, as aroused as he is too, he’s already partially flared and has to push against the resistance your body insists on offering.
>His forelegs grip tightly around your flanks, his breaths come in deep, heavy grunts, and his hips shift his weight from side to side before he digs his hooves into the carpet and pushes.
>In spite of how hard you try to control yourself, to prove to him and to you that you have what it takes to resist the ministrations of this stud, your hind legs still shudder as he pushes you open.
>Another swell of warmth runs out around him, down onto your teats and along his shaft; you can hear the droplets hitting the metal of the spreader bar and even dripping from him.
>And there he remains for a moment, throbbing inside you, and you clenching rhythmically around him as your body immediately turns itself towards what it was made for.
>Okay, okay, you can do this. You’re not in heat yet and your body is still easier to control, even if he does know all he has to do is tease you until you’re a moaning, whimpering mess begging him to please just give it to you already.

>But his wings still give little squeezes at your rump and even with just that it makes you rub against the tip of his cock in a way that makes you gasp.
>Moreso when you realise all he has to do is deliver a firm smack with the limb of his wing and the sting will quickly turn into wet pleasure as you tense up even more around him.
>Oh please, please just a little tip with that wing, please you need him to show you that you’re his.
>Instead, almost worse, his forelegs start to glide back up along your body and his wings clench tighter around your rump and you struggle so, so hard not to rock your hips back against him just to feel a few more inches than your stallion allows.
>Rougher, he said - another tease!
>Your muscles work greedily around his member, drawing a gasp from him and a buck from his hips that make his heavy balls swing up and knock against you.
>Oh Celestia, oh Luna, is that why he’d been so insistent on just cuddling lately?
>Is that why, when he lay with himself inside you and the two of you kissing passionately, he’d resisted the urge to just let himself go?
>H-How can he even stand to keep himself from filling you?
>His forelegs come around the base of your neck, across your chest as he rests his body against yours again and whispers in your ear.
>Such a good girl indeed, you deserve a little reward for your good behaviour.
>But it’s not the buck of his hips that makes you cry out, in spite of how you clench your jaw and try so hard to keep your mouth shut.
>He’s going to show you that even if you’re good, you’re still his. And with your legs held apart like this, there’s no way you can possibly deny your stallion his pleasure.
>You whimper.
>Were he any other and this any other place and time it might’ve been out of fear.
>But now it’s because you can’t keep your mind from thoughts of a gag in your mouth, a bridle on your head, and reins for him to pull you back with as he breeds you like a desperate mare should be by her stallion.
>Rougher, he said - rougher you sincerely hope he’d be.
>You almost—almost—cry out for him not to when he starts pulling out of you again.
>No, there’s no way you could possibly withstand losing that heat and hardness inside you, the way he leaks just as much as you do but unnecessarily as your slowly unknotting body does its best to ensure he has the smoothest and most enjoyable entrance.
>Even so, partially flared as he is, you feel that thick ridge of flesh press against you in all the right ways as he pulls it back. And your hind legs do their treacherous thing of trying to squeeze shut and help hold him there inside you.
>The maddening lack of control, you know, only adds to how much you wink around him, your head bobbing as you search for some small way to release the tension.
>Back and back he steps, hooves thumping dully against the carpet as his forelegs come back around your flanks until he finally, mercifully stops.

>Not quite leaving only the tip but still not enough for you.
>In a flash, however, you have all you could wish for and more.
>With a sharp thrust of his hips he buries himself right to the hilt again, his balls slapping noisily against your body.
>The force makes you rock forward against your leg bindings and noisily clink as it instinctually struggles to clench up.
>Fuck that was too good…
>The thought barely forces its way through your mind as your eyes roll back in your head and a hitched breath breaks free when he starts pulling back again.
>Another thrust, almost harder this time and ending with a lurid ‘schluck’ as he forces himself deep into you and your body responds in the only way it possibly can.
>Helpless and hopeless to do anything, the mild fear and maddening arousal mix together into a heady cocktail of pleasure that has you once again staining the carpet even more.
>He whinnies loudly right as you feel him throb hard enough to make his balls draw up against your rump.
>Yes! Yes, please! Your stud has to give you his all!
>Maybe sensing your thoughts or perhaps the way your body suddenly struggles to make him give up his load, he delivers a firm smack to your behind with a wing.
>It makes you gasp so loudly and so deeply that saliva flies free of your mouth.
>The stinging worms its way right under your tail to that other part of you that he loves so well and that’s been tingling with missed attention.
>You feel it wink along with that other part of you below it and you can’t help but wonder what it might be like if he was to… to pull out, yes, but then plunge his sopping cock into you there.
>Give you a very different sort of stretching, now that there’s nothing you could do to stop your hunky pegasus from taking advantage of you.
>It winks again.
>Another thrust quickly follows the first and your whole body rocks forward even as your hooves teeter from being so constrained.
>You know he’s reared back on his hind legs, his forelegs gripping tightly around your hips as his wings once more resume their squeezing at your rump.
>And you turn your head back just enough to see it - his nostrils flared as he pulls out of you again, the soft flesh of your rump quivering under his grip, then the way his eyes squint shut as he thrusts again and leaves your head hanging low in front of you.
>The rhythm isn’t long in building up but every now and then he delivers a firm smack just to remind you of the power he holds over you right now.
>His hooves thump against the floor again as he steps up closer to you, shortening his thrusts but putting more strength into them. Much more.
>You quickly abandon any semblance of obedience and let your mouth hang open as ragged gasps and deep, throaty moans turn your begging for more into broken sentences.
>The carpet’s soaked at this point you know, just as much as you don’t care.

>Your hips rock back to meet his as he thrusts and your pasterns struggle maddeningly against the cuffs as you try to bring your hind legs tighter together.
>You can’t even use your forelegs to walk yourself back against him!
>You’re powerless to do anything but just stand there and let this stud use you in whatever way he pleases.
>And by the lewd, wet slapping of your bodies meeting with each thrust, another moan escapes you at the thought that he’s doing just that.
>He’s flaring up so much now, so close, so desperately, wonderfully close!
>Please, you beg, please don’t pull back out!
>Rut your little… c-cocksleeve senseless!
>You’d seen that word in one of his magazines, where a mare was tied up and hanging in a harness while her stallion demeaned her.
>You think you understand the appeal of it now.
>What you don’t understand the appeal of is him almost hopping back on his hindlegs and pulling his flared cock free of you.
>The sudden wave of pleasure that crashes over you from being so stretched steals whatever other words you might’ve had.
>It doesn’t matter anyway, as he’s quick to lean back onto you and… a-and let his cock slip down under you, somehow, to messily smear your mixed juices between your aching teats.
>What… what was that you said?
>But now you realise: you stopped being his good girl.
>You let yourself lose control when he’s the one who’s meant to hold it.
>Oh, hmmph, is he going to have to… to punish you?
>Strange how all you can think right now is how, by his ragged breathing and throbbing cock, he must have been so close.
>Until his words finally sink in - you weren’t meant to speak.
>And that means he’s going to gag you.
>H-He’s going to stop you from making another sound, except to moan and whine and whimper and gasp.
>And he’ll probably get the crop, too!
>Of course, of course his wing wouldn’t be enough, nor his hoof.
>No, his bad little mare had to be put in her place - hadn’t you?
>And that’s just what he says - if you can’t control your voice, he will.
>And if you can’t control your body, he’ll teach you to.
>The way he rocks his hips back and forth, grinding his member between your teats does absolutely nothing to allow you to keep your mind on what’s important, rather than what you need.
>Every time you move your hips, that crop will remind you not to.
>One of his hooves strokes along your rump as he speaks.
>But if you’re a good girl and behave this time, oh, he’ll reward you.
>And again, right as you’re about to tell him you’ll be good, he kisses you.
>Even with his cock still twitching between your hind legs he asks - is this okay?
>It’s not getting too intense, is it? You remember to tap your hoof, don’t you?
>Through the fog of arousal, you find some way to make yourself nod.
>His forelegs, around your chest again, give a little squeeze.

>Are you sure? If you don’t want him to use the gag, he won’t.
>But even if you didn’t know from how saying that word makes him throb, how much he wants to use it, you’ll still compose yourself enough to say you want to try it.
>Not that you need to feel it - you don’t want him getting the wrong idea that your arousal is clouding your judgement.
>It is, a little, but not enough, you know, to stop you from understanding what you’re agreeing to.
>But to be sure, you remind him in turn that you trust him. And you love him.
>And how he makes you feel.
>Another throb.
>He doesn’t need to say it but he does anyway, that he loves you, he loves every moment spent with you, and he loves how easily you make him feel the way any stallion would be lucky to.
>So, stud, does that mean you can keep going now?
>He kisses you again - better enjoy saying that, love, because it’s the last thing you’ll be saying for a bit.
>By Celestia, you certainly hope it is!

>However, while you’ve got the chance, you permit yourself a whimper when he slides those strong forelegs back over your body and his cock from out under you.
>You know - that logical, sensible part of your mind knows that it won’t be long until you feel him again but you’re so maddeningly filled with the arousal he’s already pumped into you that you just can’t think straight!
>The air that rushes in over your moistened teats feels too cold, as it does when your tail swishes across your rump.
>And you know just as well from the familiar thumping coming from under your stud that he feels it just as strongly.
>You have to try and not think of that. You can’t let your mind start turning to thoughts of just how wildly flared his cock must have been as it twitched and throbbed inside you, begging for the release that only his mare can offer.
>Wink.
>Easy girl! Save it for when he’s finally letting his load loose and you can get plenty of practice in for when you’re in heat.
>Oh, merciful Luna, you’ve never actually felt him inside you at those times without a condom. And they had to be stronger ones to accommodate his… sizable flare.
>The flare you’re absolutely sure must still be at nearly its full size when he steps in front of you with the gag dangling in one wing.
>He has that serious look he wears when he’s going over anything serious like the household tax returns or the seasoning for the popcorn on movie nights.
>And he tells you: the most important thing to remember is that no matter what happens, no matter what he says, it doesn’t change the fact that he loves you and always will.
>He heard what you said when he was inside you, okay? He knows you’ve been reading his magazines, too.
>And if you really want he can… well, he can say those things. But you have to remember that it’s just for the fun of it, he doesn’t really think of you like that.
>You know that. It’s okay.
>As long as it’s okay for you to still think of him as your big, strapping stud that you just can’t get enough of and that you love more than anything in the world.
>Celestia, you love that grin he wears, but tries to suppress, when you compliment him.
>You don’t care what anypony else might say, you love telling your stallion how much he means to you and exactly what you think of him.
>Just so long as you don’t mind if he still calls you his lovely little wifey that he thanks the stars for guiding you to him and loves more than he can put into words.
>So… you understand now, right? That whatever else he might say to you, nothing changes that.
>It’s okay, you’ll always be his good little mare, right? Except when he needs to punish you because you just can’t control yourself around him.
>A shiver runs through your stallion.
>Yes, that’s why he has to gag you.
>It’s why he has to sit back on his cute rump and let his cock swing up into view as he holds the gag in both hooves.

>And as he places it in your open mouth and starts tying it about your head, you have to wonder - would he really prefer the bridles and bits you’ve seen in his magazines?
>A hoof pulling on your reins while the other works your rump back into his hips, and you helpless to do anything but let him.
>You hope he doesn’t mistake the shiver that runs through you for anything else as he finishes attaching the gag and kisses your cheek.
>In turn, you nod to him - you’re okay and you’re ready.
>It does feel a little weird but not uncomfortable and not uncomfortably tight.
>You try saying something but the only sound that comes out is something like a muffled moan.
>Then you try moaning and love the thump that comes from under him as both of you realise how little difference there is in the sounds.
>You watch carefully as he steps back around you and oh yes, he takes the crop from the bed.
>In his mouth…
>Oh Celestia, no, don’t start thinking about him using it that way!
>Tied up like this, bound and gagged, by turns licking you and smacking you.
>The thought of his tongue dancing against your lips like that while his cock throbs just out of reach under your teats does absolutely nothing to douse your inflamed passions.
>But it’s not enough to keep you from reflexively jumping when he taps the crop against your rump.
>Good girl, the gag is your punishment and so long as you can behave yourself with it on, he’ll leave it only at that.
>But if you start trying to take control again…
>He gives your rump another tap and you know that if he’s doing it with the crop in his mouth—which from the way his voice sounds, he does—he has to be able to see what effect that has on you.
>On the spreader bar that must already glisten with your mixed arousals.
>How it clinks and rattles as you struggle to suppress your moaning and moving legs.
>You fiend!
>He’s just running the leather tongue of the crop up your inner thigh now!
>Now, now, little mare, keep that up and you’ll be getting far more than you bargained for.
>A strong hoof touches close to your lips and gives a little tug.
>You’ll be fit for nothing more than being his quivering cocksleeve.
>It takes every ounce of strength you have to clench your throat and keep down that moan as a particularly heavy dose of juices run from you.
>Being his cocksleeve, being bred over and over, forced to please him in whatever way he wishes… As if you need to be tied up and made to do that!
>But mercifully, at last, you feel his forelegs slip comfortingly over your hips and the crop disappearing and then slipping back down along your right cheek.
>Of course, he’s got experience using his wings there, it’s only natural he’d use them for the crop instead.
>Experience he puts to good use trailing it up along that cheek as he presses the tip of his cock against you.
>Behave yourself.

>Pat-pat-pat goes the crop, reminding you of what he doesn’t say. Doesn’t need to say.
>You have to fight, so hard, against the urge to move your own hips as he pushes forwards with his, pushes open your waiting lips for you to welcomingly envelope him again.
>Hopefully for the last time before he finishes, rather than teasingly pulling out again.
>You’re not able to stop the little whine rising in your throat at that thought, nor the crop rising away from you to come back down with a tap, far softer than you expected.
>The effect is still immediate, however.
>Your whole body tenses up, especially around him, and his hooves slip on your flanks as he gasps.
>Oh Celestia… g-good girl!
>He’ll tell you when to tighten up for him.
>Oh no, please! No, there’s no way you can stop your body from reacting to his touch!
>Even as much as you try to fight it as inch after aching inch of him sinks into you, you can still feel those little almost-winks.
>It’s too much for you to stop yourself from moaning again but it’s not the loud, throaty sound from earlier.
>It’s quieter, muffled, stifled by him.
>That just makes you try to lift your tail even higher, more to the side, out of his way.
>Good girl, he purrs, you’re almost there.
>But you never imagined your beloved stud could be so devious, so exhilaratingly low.
>As much as to close those last few inches with a sharp thrust!
>The meaty slap of your bodies meeting forces the muffled words for him to fuck you harder, as much as the sensation of his heavy balls thumping against your teats and his hips meeting your tender rump.
>It’s enough to make you start shifting your hind legs against the bindings, struggling to get whatever last bit of his cock might remain outside of you, inside of you.
>But only when you hear the whistle of the crop through the air and the crack of it against your rump do you realise - you’re being a bad little mare again.
>You cry out into your gag to no avail and that just earns you another whip, another treachery from your body as it tenses up around him and makes him shudder just as much as you do.
>And the way he throbs! By Luna, did he ever get so hard even when he came?
>It’s on the third strike that you catch yourself and manage to keep your pained-pleasured cry down to something resembling a squeak.
>You know the crop hovers just out of reach, gripped tightly in his wing.
>A wing that returns to your rump and gently strokes it.
>S-See? You can be good.
>You just need to be taught.
>His hips grind against your rump as he allows himself a groan and tells you not to worry, you have all night to learn these lessons.
>You hope it won’t be, though. At least not too long before you learn the first.
>How much longer can he wait?
>How much-... Oh no.
>Please…
>Why does he have to start pulling back already?
>Every fibre of your body cries out to you to clamp down on him, mare, you can’t let him rob you of his precious virility!

>But a small part of your mind reminds you: he’ll just whip you again if you do.
>Wouldn’t you rather he do that when he’s close and you can really make him unload?
>Don’t you want to give him a night to remember, too? Although if you do it just right, the blackout he suffers might cause some memory loss.
>And wouldn’t it be the most wonderful thing to have to do this all over again, so he can remember it that time?
>He’s got the medial ring out and doesn’t stop.
>C’mon, girl, you can do this!
>Another inch.
>Another.
>H-He’s almost completely out of you! Only the tip is still inside!
>You clench down as hard as you can and your stallion gasps, one of his hooves slipping down your hip.
>Behave!
>He says that with a snort, driving a particularly hard, sharp thrust into you right as he lashes the crop against your cheek.
>The sudden combined sensations drive a cry from you and your reward is another lash and another thrust after he roughly pulls back out.
>Your legs struggle to buckle inwards against the bar to no avail.
>Yet another lash and the cuffs clank loudly as your hooves shift about.
>Your stallion’s body drops down onto yours and he breathes into your ear.
>If you’re going to behave like a…
>He still pauses.
>A worthless cocksleeve, then that’s how you’ll be treated.
>He thrusts sharply and the motion makes your body heave into his forelegs that grip you.
>But that’s what you want, isn’t it?
>Another thrust, you can’t keep yourself from moaning out an affirmative that’s lost in the gag.
>You want him inside you and you’ll do anything to feel it, won’t you?
>You don’t need to make a sound or move a muscle other than those which ripple and squeeze around his cock, to let him know.
>Fine, then. But he’s going to use you how he pleases.
>The way he growls those words in your ear makes your heart race.
>While you just stand there and take it.
>Please - you try so hard to articulate that simple word but it turns into a muffled nothing.
>It’s like you’re in estrus again!
>Your dock aches from straining to keep your tail as high and out of his way as possible but you daren’t allow it to droop even an inch.
>Not that it stops him pulling out again, or thrusting back into you just as hard.
>And again.
>You slurp at the gag, trying to shift it aside with your tongue to beg him not to stop now.
>Celestia, you’re so maddeningly close already!
>Please!
>Just a few… more… thrusts!
>For your body to start shaking, your eyes to roll back, and you to spill your arousal over his balls, the bar, and the carpet.
>The air is thick with the smell of it and you know it makes him thrust harder.
>He did not!
>Whack!
>Give you!
>Whack!
>Permission!
>Whack!
>To cum!
>But little does he know, or could even you have expected, of how every lash of the crop against your rump makes you spurt just a little more against him.

>Makes you tighten up in a way you never imagined your body could, even in the depths of your estrus when it turned all of itself to milking him dry.
>Between the gag that stops you from begging him to please, please don’t stop, and the hoofcuffs and spreader bars that keep you from either spreading more or drawing your legs together, your mind is lost in a haze of arousal.
>But not so much so that you can’t still feel his hips smacking yours, or the thwap of the crop against your increasingly sensitive rump.
>Definitely not to the point where you don’t realise he’s flaring again.
>But this time he doesn’t start to pull out.
>Oh no, his thrusts start to get shorter, instead.
>And in an instant, you hear the crop being tossed aside as he clutches your one stinging rump with one wing, and the other, as his breathing shortens and turns to quick grunts.
>Take it, cocksleeve!
>With those words, he buries himself to the very hilt inside you and along with that first, hot splash of his semen, you feel his balls draw up against your rump.
>Even without the crop guiding you, you know to squeeze him as tightly as you can.
>Even if you weren’t his good little cocksleeve, you’d put yourself to use for his pleasure.
>But since you are, most importantly, his beloved wife, you find some still lucid part of yourself and direct it to stroke your neck against his head.
>In spite of how you still tingle and twitch with every throb from him that makes him shoot another hot rope of cum inside you.
>And how much you love how his thighs clench up each time, and his hips rock against yours even though there’s no more of him to fill you.
>You even love the way his head just hangs over you, in a way it hasn’t before.
>You really did good, huh?
>Not that you need to ask him, even if you could.
>The way he still twitches, spent as he is, and his forelegs still cling just as tightly around you tells all.
>Until he’s able to draw together enough of his strength and awareness to move his head up and kiss you.
>Then fumble at the gag with his lips and teeth.
>You do your best to nuzzle him, assuring him it’s okay.
>How could it not be when you feel swollen with his love?
>You’d love nothing more than to just remain here for the night, in his embrace, but even without his significant and full weight now pressing on you, the sting from your rump begins to assert itself more unpleasantly.
>Maybe it’s for that reason, because he knows you as well as you know yourself, that he finally starts to pull himself free of you.
>Still harder than he’s been in the past when he’s done so.
>Which makes that lurid ‘schlorp’ and the splatter of his semen against the carpet draw another shiver out of you.
>Just as much as when you feel his semi-erect member slide up against your teats, sopping wet and smearing juices over them again.

>His breathing’s come down from its heavy, ragged gasping and now he only hums contentedly as he holds you.
>Maybe if you were on the bed you could cuddle up together and ask him if he’d like to rest himself inside you.
>But right now?
>Right now, as he draws himself off your back and trails his wing against your flank while stepping around you - the lack of that thumping telling you that you’ve done your wifely duty spectacularly.
>When you see him, his mouth opens and then closes as his eyes latch onto the gag still in your mouth.
>And his tired hooves quickly stretch up around your neck as he flops back onto his rump.
>Your eyes can’t help but trail down along his belly until you see that yes, indeed, he’s still got some life left in him.
>Well, maybe later you can convince him to join you for some sensual cuddles, after all.
>But as he loosens your gag and you grunt, pushing it free from your mouth with his help, the first words are his.
>Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you too much, did he? Did he go too far in calling you… that?
>You’re quick to kiss him before he can make more inquiries and you hope the small act says what needs to be, before you can gather your thoughts.
>Before you’re nose-to-nose again and sharing each other’s breath.
>Before you tell him that it wasn’t at all what you were expecting.
>You’re glad to see he doesn’t look too worried as he asks - good or bad?
>Good enough that you’ll be doing it again soon, love.
>Not tonight, though.
>No, you assure him, not tonight.
>Good, because as soon as you’re out of those cuffs, he’s going to help you onto the bed so you can relax while he…
>He runs a nice, hot bath for you.
>It’ll help with your rump.
>Oh, getting the royal treatment, are you?
>He smiles but it’s a little strained.
>You deserve it, love, but more important is that the real joy of doing things like this is getting to provide some aftercare for your lover.
>And Celestia, do you need to be reminded of how much he loves you after that.
>You hope your snort isn’t too dismissive.
>As much as you hope he believes you when you tell him that you know he does.
>A few silly words said in passion don’t change that.
>But… it would still be nice.
>Because you do still love hearing it.
>And you know the wisdom of what he says, given you spoke about it before all this.
>It’s too easy to let this slip into genuine abuse.
>Especially so for somepony to feel that’s how they’re being treated.
>And so long as you’re willing to stand by his side, he never wants to let you think for a moment that he feels anything for you other than the deepest love.
>So when he uncuffs you and lets you lean your tired and sore body against him as he leads you to the bed, you don’t spare a thought for the mess you trail after you.
>Only for the stallion you love so well.
>And the ways he makes you feel.

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>You are Star Fruit, a Bat mare
>It's the final day of your current heat cycle
>Your mind is only somewhat cloudy. You don't really like letting your heat get bad enough to start neighing and EEEEEing. Well, not without your husband's help anyway. You use a cooler to trick your womb with a mild potion when your husband is out
>Your pussy right now is distractingly itchy and burning, with drops of your fluids squelching out with every wink.
>You're currently hanging upside-down from a metal bar across the length of your room. You and your husband, Twilight Aegis, installed it for your funtimes over the winter. Contrary to popular belief, Batponies didn't sleep upside down. You certainly could, but not for too long. Long enough for some very naughty things.
>One of the differences between you and your feathery cousins is a third concentrated magical field along your lower back into your dock and tail. This gives you a prehensile tail and allows you to stay upside down
>Just not as long as bat-bats
>Your husband should be home from his watch at the Fillydelphia Armory soon.
>And then, he'll unwrap his present. Or not. You hope not.
>You're completely tied up in a special rope bought from a Unicorn at a....special shop. It's enchanted to respond to the magical signature of your sonar and bind you. Your husband's sonar or a blade can free you.
>You've had this fantasy for a long, long time. You and your husband have been fiercely mating the last 5 days. Trying to make your first foal.
>You very well could already be pregnant but it's obviously too soon to know and contrary to schoolfoal whispers, impregnation doesn't immediately terminate your heat
>You are hanging upside down and bound so your husband could use you as a glorified breeding stand. You also put a potion with his lunch to boost his semen production.
>Not only are you going to be his toy, he is going to fill your womb and vagina until you overflow with his seed and there will be no doubt to your impregnation
>It goes all the way back to when you were a filly
>Although you didn't get a mark related to foalcare or family, you had a secondary affinity to helping and caring for younger foals. You knew for sure that you would grow up and have a big family. The moon and the stars helped give mares foals, and mares also started acting weird in the spring.
>Your mommy and daddy explained when you were young that it was part of the magic that allowed them to commune with the moon if they wanted another foal.
>Then, when you were eleven, you got the real details. You were never particularly spiritual, so you didn't really stick to the moon thing beyond finding it nice imagery
>But the details of how you, with a bit of help from a stallion, had the power to create life all inside your mare parts was a revelation.
>You had already found out that you had a special button that felt really good to rub in the bath. But finding out it was connected to such a higher purpose made you lightheaded

>Lightheaded in the best possible way
>When your first heat started, you took a mirror and explored your filly parts. Your fun button, your clitoris, rapidly winked in and out of your vulva. You spread you lips open and found your pee hole and a larger, tightly clenching hole. The entrance to your vagina.
>You spread that open with the handle of your toothbrush and tried to use a light crystal to see inside you. You could see some of the ridged, red-pink, sopping wet tissue rippling inwards. But disappointingly, you couldn't see far
>You were hoping to see your cervix and try to look into your womb. You could kind of "see" with your sonar, but it wasn't the same and you didn't want to make too much noise.
>You took your first cooler and jammed it in and out repeatedly while furiously rubbing your clit. You imagined a colt furiously rutting you. With his penis. He was getting ready to ejaculate inside your womb.
>His sperm would swim into your oviducts and make you a mother and there was nothing you could do about it. You didn't want to though. You came furiously as you hit the button to make your cooler "cum".
>You also EEEEEd loud enough to make your older brother think something was wrong. He opened the door and immediately turned around at the sight and smell, flustered and angrily telling you to keep it down before bolting back to his bedroom at the far end of the house
>The real formative experience, however, didn't come until your third heat
>You and your brother had grown to share a love of Neighponese comics. You preferred schoolgirl romance while he liked fantasy battle tournaments
>One day, while he was out, you had slipped into his room because you knew he hid your diary to get back at you for showing his marefriend foal pictures
>You found it in a box of junk under his bed, but as you came out from under the bed you noticed something
>There was what looked like a comic page poking out from under the mattress
>Why would he be hiding his comics? Maybe they were more violent than your parents were ok with?
>You pulled it out to see a Unicorn mare on the cover, her legs splayed out and and held in position by ropes. Her tail just barely covered her bits, and her slightly exaggerated nipples were visible
>The title, in bright red and pink letters, was "Brood Toy Manko-Chan"
>You figured it was only fair to take something of his. He'd be able to smell you'd been in his room anyway so whatever
>Though, one thing was clear. He hid this because it was about sex.
>Trying not to think of your brother masturbating, you trotted back into your room and shut the door
>The comic was about a young, barely adult mare in heat. She had been tied up as "entertainment" for a bunch of older stallions. However, they were first playing....a foal's card game. Of course they were
>The winner would take her virginity. And also......
>They would give her a foal
>Your heat had built to an uncomfortable point as you continued reading

>A particularly sleek and lithe Pegasus won the game. The two losers were led off by some other mares. Were they really losers then? The second place stallion, an Earth Pony, shoved his cock in the young mare's mouth
>Your thoughts were becoming cloudy with your estrus hormones as you continued on rubbing and reading
>On the one hand, the whole story was very degrading for the poor mare. Aside from being a prisoner, the stallions would occasionally smack her and call her names
>On the other hand, you imagined being tied up and threatened with being a "foal factory" or a "splooge vacuum" It was scary and...exhilarating?
>You heard a loud squelch as you winked hard and stained your sheets more with your grinding and dripping
>The Earth Pony had finished and blasted the mare in the face with his seed. The focus was now on the Pegasus
>You turned the page and saw....Oh my Luna
>Above the furiously mating couple......Was an inside view of the stallion's penis. Inside the mare's vagina
>Your eyes bulged as you briefly snapped out of your estrus haze and grabbed your cooler, hilting it inside you before slowly pulling out
>You could also see the mare's cervix. It was drooped down toward the bottom of her vagina from her estrus hormones. You could also see her uterus, with the two uterine horns branching off on either side. Each leading to an oviduct and ovary
>You looked down to your belly and imagined it and your cooler inside you as you thrusted it in and out
>The mare, tears dripping from her rolled back eyes, gave in and pushed her rear back into the stallion's thrusts as much as she could. Another illustration showed the tip of the stallion's penis expanding and opening up her cervix as he partly jammed himself into it
>You were so close, right on the edge of the cliff as waves of pleasure radiated from your core and your button rapidly winked out. Your contractions felt almost strong enough to break your cooler
>You turned the page
>And found a two page spread of the stallion ejaculating inside the mare
>You could see the pulses of cum in the stallion's urethra, and flooding inside the mare's womb. In a smaller set of corner panels, an egg was released from the mare's ovary, and it dropped down her oviduct and was swarmed by the Pegasus's sperm
>You came. Hard. Imagining that the relief from your cooler was the Pegasus's sperm fertilizing you and watching it all in your head
>Later in the evening, you crossed paths with your brother. He started to say something, but shut his mouth. Instead giving you a knowing look and heading downstairs
>He knew. He'd rather not make things any more awkward than they already were.
>He never tried to get his comic back. Which was fine with you

>Back in the present, you are burning up inside from the foalhood recollections. You so badly want to at least rub your winking clit, but you are a bit tied up at the moment.
>You raise your head up to look at the ceiling and get a drip of your pussy juice on your forehead. Your rear must have juices pooling on it from being "on top" as you hung upside down
>You freeze as you hear the door open. Aegis is home
>You open your mouth to say hello, only to find a ball gag shoved in
>"Hello, My Little Breeding Post"
>You moan as he follows the degrading greeting with a lick to your ear fuzz. You shudder in frustrated anticipation
>He lifts his upper lip and takes a deep breath of your pheromones. You look down at his cock dropping from his sheath and lifting up, smacking his belly
>It's a pale, dusty purple like his coat. With jet black spots. The color of his Bat wings
>"I can smell it. You've accepted your role as my brood furniture. Haven't you? You're going to be a very good filly and birth lots of foals, aren't you?"
>You loudly snort as your vagina tries to clench and milk a penis that isn't there yet
>He flaps into the air so he's head level with your teats
>"Mmmm. Your teats are going to swell so big and make lots of milk to make our foals big and strong. Who knows? Maybe our foals will overthrow Celestia and restore the Nightmare. All from the power of your milk"
>Dear gods, you swear you're going to cum just from his dirty talk. Then he takes your nipples in his mouth, licking and sucking
>You see fireworks as your vagina loudly squelches, your juices splashing to the floor and running down your belly
>Your husband hugs you, and deeply inhales from your wet belly. You can feel his spear sandwiched between the two of you. How badly you want it inside!
>He climbs on you, scraping his wings on sensitive areas on your flanks. Then he reaches your rump, giving a couple tantalizing love bites
>Part of you wants him to eat you out, but if the potion has done it's job his balls will be too swollen and aching to give it a second thought
>It has
>Your husband's tail wraps around the metal pipe you're on as he joins you in your upside down position. He's flapping his wings so his penis is hovering over your entrance
>"Get ready to bare my foals, fuckmeat!"
>He drops down, fully hilting in your writhing vagina from gravity alone
>His medial ring roughly grazes your clit, putting bright spots in your vision and sending a loud yet muffled moan from your lips
>Your winking is starting to pick up speed again as your vaginal muscles try to suck Aegis's cock through your cervix
>Your husband's toned muscles allow him to pull up with just his abs before letting himself penetrate your in an odd, reverse hump
>"Ohhhhhhh. You hot little bitch. Your womb is so hungry for sperm. Pathetic."
>Your eyes roll to the back of your head
>In and out. In and out. The sensation is all there is

>You lift your head up, and in that moment you imagine you're looking straight through your belly into your vagina
>Your husband's cock is rapidly thrusting in and out and battering your poor cervix
>Your entire being is a mass of roiling pleasure, centered on your winking clitoris and your loose cervix
>You feel your husband's flare growing and shrinking. He's getting close
>He briefly stops moving to take out the ball gag
>EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
>Tears flow from your eyes as another orgasm wracks your being
>Even though you may well already have been fertilized, you imagine the moment is coming soon
>"SAY IT! TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!!!"
>He's expecting to hear "Make me a mother!" or "Give me your seed!" Something like that
>But through the haze of mating, your mind wanders back to your stolen comic
>There was one name in particular that Pegasus had tossed at the young Unicorn, which she embraced in the two page spread
>It had become part of your fantasy, nonsensical as it was. But it was sooooo dirty to you
>You had considered it too silly, though, for such a sacred moment as conception
>In the moment, you throw your care out the window
>"M-make *snk*"
>"Mhake me hee hee"
>"Make you what, whore?"
>
>
>"MAKE ME YOUR CUM TOILET!!!!!!!!!!!!"
>
>
>You both explode into laughter mixed with moaning as you feel his flare expand, stretching your cervix taught
>An unnaturally large blast of spunk then shoots down his urethra into your womb as your orgasm tapers off
>He neighs deeply, still mixed with laughter. You feel the warmth hit the back of your womb, then splitting as it flows into and pools in your uterine horns
>The warm sensation only reaches so far. But you know, and can see in your head, that his semen is dribbling down your inverted oviducts
>His magically enhanced ejaculation continues, filling your womb to the point of two normal ejaculations
>Tears come back two your eyes as you imagine watching it
>An egg slides down from you ovary, into your oviduct
>Immediately, it's surrounded by Aegis's sperms. One of them lances it, and the egg starts to divide
>The beginning of new life inside you. Happy tears run down your face as a warmth spreads over you along with the mental haze lifting
>Your husband finally stops cumming. He lifts himself off of you with his wings and lands gently on the floor
>You feel his warm cum settled in you. You estimate your womb is at least halfway full. Impressive, you should remember to give some gift to your potion mare
>He comes face to face with you, sharing breath with closed eyes before his tongue prods into your mouth and you make out tenderly
>"Seriously? 'Cum toilet'?"
>".....It's a long story!"
>You go at it four more times. The last round is with you bent over the nightstand and your ass in the air
>Before you are released from your suspended position, you can feel a warm column of semen, extending from your uterine horns to about halfway through your vagina.

>

>Of course, you lose a lot of this in the move to the nightstand, but in that moment you had achieved your old fantasy of being nothing more than a breeding mount. Filled to the brim with sperm and destined to bare foal after foal.
>You shuddered as you imagined the impossible feat of Aegis's semen reaching all the way into your ovaries. Preemptively fertilizing all your potential follicles
>Every year you would bear him a new foal until your were old and grey
>Maybe you'll get to "live" it in Luna's realm
>Your exhausted husband is flaring again
>"Here it comes, babe!"
>"S-shoot your goo, my dude!"
>He lightly smacks you in the back of your head and giggles, before he bites your neck and delivers the last dose of cum. Likely surplus, but still very welcome
>After a moment of catching your breath, you stagger over to your bed and climb in
>It'll still be a few weeks before you almost certainly miss your next cycle and take a trip to the doctor, but you know that you are already with Aegis's foal
>Aegis spreads one of his wings over you as he spoons you and hugs you tight
>"So, how about that long story?"

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>You are Dinky Hooves
>Right now, things are normal for you
>Normal as they were for you less than a year ago, before you hit the start of your first estrus
>The spring heat hits mares around the time of Hearts and Hooves day. Also when colts and fillies turning 12 have their coming of age
>Distinct from a Cutecenera, when a pony gets their cutie mark, it marks a colt or filly becoming a stallion or mare
>Physically and spiritually, if not legally anymore
>You had taken the opportunity of your ceremony to make Pipsqueak, a smaller brown and white spotted colt from Trottingham, your coltfriend
>You became fast and close friends since he moved into Ponyville 4 years ago. You and your mom, a grey pegasus with wandering eyes, had welcomed his family to Ponyville on the start of her mail route. The first, after Pinkie Pie of course, to do so
>Your friendship grew into something more. By the time Miss Cheerilee was explaining estrus and sex to a blushing and giggling classroom, you knew you wanted to be with no pony more than Pip
>Of course, your mother had already explained a few things. Like why you never knew your father
>When you were younger, your mom had always said you were her little Dinky Muffin. The spirits had blessed her with you. She knew it would be much more difficult on her own, but she knew it was worth it to have such a special little filly in her life
>She had sat you down last year and told you the whole story
>The mares in your family tended to have very strong heats
>She had been a couple years older than you are now. She had taken a potion to dull her heat and had been using a cooler, but on this day the potion didn't help
>She had gone out anyway, since she left her saddlebag at the post office. She figured it wouldn't be too long and she could have some relief when she got back
>By the time she got there, she was in a very clouded state. There was a Unicorn she was interested in, and in her much more feral state she had cornered him in a backroom
>He didn't question anything, and they mated a couple times.
>When her mind cleared, she was scared. But the stallion had promised he'd be with her
>He bailed when she skipped her next cycle
>Your jaw was almost on the floor and you were near tears
>Your mother hugged you and wrapped you in her wings
>"Yes, Dinky. It hurt. And it was very hard at first. But I don't want you to ever think you were a burden. Or that I regret anything. Everything I told you about the spirits is just as true. Don't ever forget, you're my special little muffin"
>After you had both hugged and cried for a bit, Your mom had explained anti-pregnancy potions and magic as well as coolers

>A year later, you ran up to Pipsqueak at the Ponyville temple grounds and you had shared breath and kissed
>Your mother had approved you two being in a sexual relationship. As ceremonial adults, you were allowed relationships with others of temple age but below adult age. Pip's parents also had given approval
>Technically it wasn't required, but it showed they thought you were good for each other
>You weren't prepared for how estrus would hit you. Hearing about it was one thing, experiencing it was another
>You and Pip weren't going to try having sex until summer break had started, but the day after your ceremony Twilight Sparkle had cast the no foal spell on you to make sure everything was safe for you
>Spring heat being erratic, some days you were almost normal. Other days, your filly parts were itching, burning, and drooling. You winked your vulva and clitoris near constantly
>Most alarming was just how cloudy your mind got. It would get harder and harder to think, as you tried to get closer to colts. You could focus enough to seek Pipsqueak, but it was almost like you were watching your body do things at the worst
>A few times, Miss Cheerilee had called for your mom to pick you up early. Your mom had taken you to a special shop Lyra ran part time and you had gotten a cooler
>Most of the time, you would thrust it in and out of your vagina imagining Pipsqueak was inside you before releasing more potion inside you to make your body think you had recieved a stallion's cum and temporarily clear your head
>Then one day, you had it bad. You had taken two potions, and yet your symptoms would not go down. The cooler was also not cooling you off as long as it had
>You had to run to the market really quick for some oats, walnuts, and hay
>Instead, you found yourself trying to follow close to Shady Daze. To his credit, he turned and bolted. You tried to talk to Blossomforth. Instead you whinnied. Instantly, you were overcome with fear and bolted back home yourself. You had rapidly plunged your cooler in and out before making it "cum"
>You cried into your pillow, thinking of your mom's story of how she had lost control
>You thought she suspected something, but you ultimately had said nothing.
>Mercifully, the next day was more normal. You had gone to Pipsqueak saying that you wanted to be with him in two days. He, of course, was enjoying things
>He would tease you by getting under your tail. Sometimes you would kick, already being moodier than normal. Other times, you welcomed it. He also loved the scent of your pheromones. He thought you smelled like a smokey thunderstorm and it was the best thing he ever smelled.
>So good, it made him run off and smack his belly or rub himself until he flared and shot his sperm
>This made you feel hotter to hear, but on the day you came to Pipsqueak you just wanted him to hold you

>You told him how strong your heat had gotten, how you started tailing other colts, how your speech would slur before degrading into primitive noise. Things that could happen if mares let themselves go too long without any sort of relief measures. But you had taken them
>Pipsqueak was fully unsheathed from your scent in the air. But he resisted any physical desire and buried his snout in your mane as he spooned you while you cried into his withers
>He tried to comfort you by reassuring you that he would never take advantage of your extreme heat. He would do nothing you weren't ok with out of heat, let alone force himself on you. He'd rather go masturbate than treat you like a broodmare
>He truly was a good colt
>But then he started talking about how it was just a connection to the ancient ancestors. You had thanked him for everything he said, and he clearly meant his spiritual thoughts to help you feel better
>But you thanked the gods for lifting your species up from the moment you first learned about prehistoric ponies
>The early ancestors were venerated and appreciated as any others and the more spiritually dedicated had a specific festival day for them
>But archeological evidence suggested they led much shorter lives and were prey to all sorts of creatures, including the ancestors of Griffins
>They had their first heats as young as 18 months
>You found yourself projecting onto them and the thought of such a life terrified and saddened you
>Pipsqueak clearly meant well, but in the moment you thanked him and held him tighter
>Two days later, and you were fairly cloudy. But thankfully not as bad. You and Pip were going to one of your favorite spots in White Tail Wood and he would take your virginity
>On the way, you both didn't say much. You would instinctively get close and he would rub back into you. And you put your necks over each other's and "hugged"
>By the time you got to the clearing, you could barely stand how badly you were burning inside, and thankful for Twilight's spell ensuring you wouldn't get pregnant
>You tried to tell Pip how badly you needed him, First by hiking your tail and winking
>Then you actually tried to tell him...and...
>"Ooohh, P-Pip! It's bwurning s-s-ho much! I- I Nee-"
>NEEEIIIIIIGGGHHHHH
>Fear rose up in you as your words faltered into animal noise
>Pipsqueak however, took things slow. He willingly joined you in raw noise, communicating only base emotion. He eagerly lapped up your pheromone-laden juices, leaving you floating in a vast ocean of pleasure
>He also had a bit of a rough time getting inside you
>But when he finally flared inside you and filled your womb with his seed, in that moment everything was right in the world
>Your normal consciousness started returning along with the many aftershocks of pleasure from his thrusting and your contractions and contortions on every bump and vein on his cock

>You passed out together into a lucid dream, something you had both been practicing. Your dream realm makout in your room however, was interrupted by a Unicorn foal with your color and Pipsqueak's spots
>You had your anti-pregnancy measures checked and all was fine. Pip then shared his worries about staying together. After all, young couples did not always last
>You had gone to Ponyville Temple shrine and prayed to the spirits, as well as Cadance and Luna, to guide you and keep you together no matter the distance or struggle
>For now, at least, things were fine
>The last couple weeks of your spring heat were fairly average compared to other mares. You and Pip mated many times. In the woods, and at each other's homes when your parents would give each other space.
>Pip would always eagerly fill your womb, while trying to balance things as much as he could with slowing down and making you feel good
>Your mom had agreed to have her friends Carrot Top and Noteworthy help her during her heats, and so during an intense few days near the end of the spring heat, you got silly and the Dread Pirate Pipsqueak would repeatedly chase you down and plunder your booty
>Then one day, it was like you'd never been in heat. Your mind and body were totally normal
>At first, it was a welcome break
>But then, everything weighing on you came creeping back in
>How bad would your regular heats be? Those tended to consistently top out at a certain level. Would you always be fighting to think and speak clearly?
>What if the spirits heard your prayer, but it was ultimately not meant to be for you and Pip?
>What if some other stallion took advantage of your heat? Some day, you wouldn't be with your mother all the time, and what if you weren't with Pip anymore either?
>You were always a headstrong filly, and you wondered if your mom saw through you. But you acted like everything was fine
>Then the nightmares started

>Not long into your 15 days of what should've been relief, you had a dream
>You initially thought you were waking up into another extreme heat
>But that couldn't be right, you'd been normal the last two days!
>You rolled out of your bed, winking near continuously and burning and itching worse than any day of your heat
>You tried to call for your mother, but you could only neigh and whinny
>You tried to call anyway a few more times
>You walked into the bathroom to fix up your mane. But when you looked in the mirror, you froze
>Your coat had gone from purple to dull grey
>Your horn was missing
>And most shocking of all, your head was more elongated and your eyes were further apart
>You had become a paleo pony!
>You loudly whinnied in shock and terror and bolted from the bathroom, leaving an absurd trail of vaginal fluid behind you
>You ran to your front door and tried to open it with your mouth, but ultimately had to buck it open
>You saw Ponyville outside, and tried to run to Twilight Sparkle's library. Surely she would know what was going on!
>But as you tried to run into town, all the activity you saw in the distance froze
>You ran faster and faster, but the town stayed frozen in place, getting no closer or farther
>Suddenly, there was a loud bang and a blinding flash of light
>When you opened your eyes, you were alone on a vast plain surrounded by mountains
>At least you thought you were
>You heard whickering and loud, deep whinnies coming from behind you and getting closer
>You turned around, and saw several large stallions
>At least the size of Big Macintosh or Prince Shining Armor
>With erections to match
>And they were lifting their lips and taking in your scent. And making their way towards you
>You were horrified. You had no desire for these primitive ponies, you were Pipsqueak's mare!
>But as you desperately tried to run, your body refused to listen to your mind
>In fact, to your absolute horror and disgust, you peed on the ground and the stallions took a huge whiff of your concentrated pheromones
>You never got that out of control during your heat and in that moment you want to lay down and die from embarrassment
>Your mind was in an absolute panic, as your body continued to be unresponsive to what you wanted
>A couple of the stallions had started fighting. Maybe you would be able to somehow escape?
>But as you fought to make your body move away, it instead moved closer to a massive, deep red stallion with a thick mane covering half his face
>Mentally, you were hyperventilating in fear as you lifted your tail and winked for the stallion. He shoved his snout into your vagina and deeply inhaled your scent
>You heard his erection smack his belly, and his fluid splattering on the ground followed closely by a gush of yours
>With no input from you, your front half lowered slightly and you shoved your rear into the stallions face
>You wanted to cry as the stallion whinnied and reared up

>You mentally winced, expecting this feral stallion's weight on your back as he penetrated you
>Instead, your eyes flew open and you shot up in bed
>As you fought to catch your breath, you wildly moved your forelegs to make sure you were in control
>Satisfied that your mind and body were one, you ran your hooves over your head and
>You were still a Unicorn. A modern Equestrian Pony
>You cried for a bit, trying not to make too much noise and make your mother worry
>You checked your bed, given what happened in your dream. Fortunately, the sheets were clean
>You tiredly walked into the bathroom and took a shower
>When you were done freshening up, you took another look in the mirror
>You maybe looked a little unusually tired, but it wouldn't be noticeable
>As you came down the stairs, you smelled your mom making banana nut muffins
>Finally, something that brought a smile to your face!
>"Good morning Dinky Muffin!"
>"Morning mom"
>"....Is everything alright Dinky?"
>You didn't want to talk about it, so you just said it was a bad dream and smiled
>Hopefully it would be a one time thing
>But it wasn't
>Some nights you didn't have the dream, but it happened enough
>Pipsqueak seemed to notice something was wrong, along with several of your other friends
>You said it was nothing and changed the subject, getting more fatigued and distant
>Now, you only have three days before the first regular cycle of your first heat
>You are lying in bed, hoping that this night you can rest easy
>You close your eyes.....
>......And you find yourself in your room. The fear is already there. You try to speak and only raw noises come
>You try to run towards Ponyville, hoping for something to change this time
>You're finally at the field with the stallions approaching. You want to cry, but your body wants to breed
>But before the stallions can get closer, you hear another loud bang. And then...
>"FOUL BEASTS, GET THYSELF AWAY FROM THIS FILLY!!!!"
>You initially hear angry snorting, neighing, and squealing before hearing and feeling an intense thaumic pulse
>Your body finally responds to your desire to turn around
>The stallions have dissolved into smoke from Princess Luna's magic
>"Thou art safe now, Dinky Hooves. Hold still and I shall restore thine form."
>Her horn lights at the very end and she lowers her head enough to touch her horn to your forehead
>A bright blue light briefly consumes your vision, before the Princess leads you over to a pond in the distance
>You look at your reflection
>And you see...yourself. A purple Unicorn with a short, yellow mane
>Tears come to your eyes as you bury your face into Princess Luna's side and she brings her neck down to "hug" you against her

>Princess Luna releases your neck from the hug
>"Princess Luna, why are you here?"
>"Tis not unusual for a young filly to struggle and have unusual dreams with the changes in thine bodies. But the sheer terror coming from your dreams is most unusual"
>"I....I figured they'd go away! I didn't want to worry everypony too much, I can usually handle things on my own an-"
>Another voice interrupts you
>"Dinky, I hear you're a very brave and headstrong filly. But everypony needs to know when they need help. Especially when you have so many ponies looking out for you and praying for you"
>Princess Cadance has appeared out of a silvery mist
>Along with your mom. And Pipsqueak
>You feel embarrassed and stare down at your hooves with your tail tucked in
>Your mother walks up and wraps you in her wing
>"Dinky....I knew something was bothering you. You know you can always come to me! You don't have to try to suffer through things alone!"
>"Mama.....I-I didn't want you to worry about me! Ever since I ran home from the market that one time, I kept thinking about...what you said about you and...my father. I almost did the same thing! Even though I had the spell I couldn't stop thinking about how I could've at least run off with another colt!"
>Your mom pulls you closer
>"Muffin, just the fact that you ran home when you felt yourself getting clouded says you're a lot more smarter then I was at your age, even though you knew you were safe. But you don't need to worry about me! I'm your mother, it's part of a parent's job to be worried sometimes. Besides, what kind of mother doesn't know when something's eating at her foals?
>You figured she knew. Ever since you were small, your mom would say that no matter how far you may go she'll always have one eye watching out for you
>Princess Cadance comes up to you
>"Dinky, heats as strong as what you and your mother deal with may not be common. But me and Princess Celestia hear ponies who ask us for guidance"
>"Princess Luna can help us help you, even if you don't consciously remember in the morning. And me and Auntie know strong heats as avatars of the Sun and of Love...and Fertility. Even before I ascended, I had some rough ones myself. Fortunately, me and Shiny were fated to meet!"
>You never thought about the Alicorns having to deal with heat. You suppose that, whatever powers they have and are linked to, they are also still ponies
>"But what about me and Pip? I-I feel the same way, but I can't stop worrying that one day it'll be over! He's been so good to me! He's been my closest friend so long now and he makes me feel...Like I had wings! And not just when we're...together, he he!

>Pipsqueak comes up and boops your snoot with a hoof
>"Well, oi'm glad teh know we still feel the same as when we went to the shroine! But, Dinks, yew know oi care about yew too! Yew won't 'urt moi feelings telling me your worried abou' us. And oi'm sorry, bringin' up the ancients if it bothered yew. But if yew don't tell me, how can oi know?"
>You tear up and apologize for being cold to Pip when he's been nothing but caring and loving. You also give him the full details of why you wanted sex earlier and the story of how you were concieved
>You brought yourself to tears again with the story and pip held your head to his side with his neck
>"Dinky, oi think yew know oi love yew no ma'er what! But yew know you can always talk to me too. Sometoimes, yew can't handle things on yer own, and troying to keep things back loike that...I know yew wouldn't loike if I was upset or worried and oi tried to keep it secret from you. Promise you'll talk abou' it?"
>Of course you say yes and you share breath
>Your mom dips out of the dream after a while, followed by Cadance. Though not before she confirms your strong bond
>"The energy between you two, it's very similar to what I saw with Shiny! I don't think you need to worry about losing each other. But, Dinky, remember that even the strongest love cannot survive poor communication"
>You give a slightly embarrassed grin, for not even considering something so simple
>Eventually, it's you, Pipsqueak, and Luna
>"My young devotee here clearly doth care much for you, Dinky Hooves. Count thyself lucky to have such a stallion at thine young age! But I must warn thee. I thought twas' surely a nightmare created by dark spirits preying on thee. And I was partially right. But twas' not thine feral persuers"
>"Now that these spirits are no longer attached to thee, you should be able to stand thine ground"
>Fear seeps back into your being, before Pip runs up and hugs you
>Luna's eyes glow white, and her body becomes like a pony made entirely of a starry night sky
>Pip promises he has a surprise the next time you dream before fading out
>"Dinky, tonight hath been an emotional one for you, but I sense some lingering trauma from thine nightly battles. To defeat thine shadow, thine must overcome. I shall provide my divine assistance. Thou shalt sleep deeply tonight within mine divine essence, should thou accept"

>You have heard of Luna as the patron of those struggling with mental health, and of distressed foals among many other things aside from the Moon
>Even when the Nightmare had overtaken her physical form and she was banished to the Moon, Luna's divine spirit and essence would make themselves known to dreaming ponies and carried on those duties Princess Celestia simply could not
>You said yes, and were overcome by an immense fatigue
>You felt as if your form was dissolving into a warm, nebulous essence. Yet you were still Dinky Hooves
>Your eyes closed, and you were asleep within the dream. At least, that would be the best you could describe it later
>Your eyes fluttered open the next morning, and for the first time in almost half a month you were at peace
>The next night was dreamless
>You are now lying in bed
>Tomorrow is the last day before your first cycle starts
>As you drift off, you are ready to finally put this behind you
>You unsurprisingly find yourself as a primitive pony again. And once again, you are back in an intense heat. But this time, there is no fear, and although your thoughts are still quite hazy your mind and body are one
>You run downstairs and kick the door open
>Ponyville isn't there this time. Just the field
>You aren't just feeling heated. This is like one of your more emotional days. You are already angry and flustered
>And here comes the reason why
>The wild, horny stallions are back, sniffing the pheromones emanating from your winking, drooling horsepussy
>But when one tries to nip your flank, you give an angry neigh and your rear hooves connect with his face
>He squeals in pain before exploding into smoke and sparks
>You kick out as more stallions attempt to get under your tail, hitting them in the face or in the side
>All of them
>Then you hear one last deep whinny
>It's the red stallion that went after you the first night
>But now he's much bigger and bulkier, almost towering over you. You swear his eyes are glowing red. You're actually starting to feel afraid
>But then, you hear another whinny
>A Brown and white spotted stallion, about your size, has come running at the stallion and rears up on his hind legs
>.....It can't be. This is clearly another stallion. He didn't really react to you beyond his penis dropping out partway
>The bigger stallion repeatedly tries to bite and buck at the smaller one
>But the small one hits him in the side several times
>The red stallion is clearly hurting
>He rears up
>But the smaller stallion nails him with a buck to the groin
>The last of your tormentors explodes into thick smoke before blowing away
>You stand ready to kick this stallion if necessary
>But he approches slowly, albiet raising his lip and sniffing your ambient fertility as his boner swings up at his chest
>He whinnies at you...But for a split second, you see a light of intelligence in his otherwise animal eyes as he sticks his tounge out the side of his mouth
>Pipsqueak?

>Still unable to speak, between being a paleo pony and your now even more intense burning and itching, you attempt to carve "pip" into the dirt with your hoof
>The stallion looks down, and confirms that he indeed is Pipsqueak by intensely nodding his head
>This must've been his surprise. He was lucid dreaming in a sympathetic form. You'll have to find a way to thank Luna for undoubtedly helping him
>A wave of almost paradoxical calm washes over you alongside your overwhelming estrus
>You look back at Pip and raise your tail high, winking repeatedly and shoving your rear into his face
>He snorts and whuffs loudly, raising his lip and breathing more of your scent
>You are then overwhelmed with pleasure as he messily licks all over and inside your vulva, randomly hitting your clitoris
>You decide to go along with Pip and play your part. You are safe now, just you and your lover
>You are not Dinky Hooves. You are an ancient mare, and this stallion has found you as your body was calling out to you to breed
>Your juices splash to the ground as you cum from the stallion's attention to your vagina. He takes in your scent one more time, before he rears up and puts his weight on your back
>He attempts to thrust into you, and in "confused" frustration, you lightly kick him off
>*Pipsqueak briefly gives you a confused look. You wink at him, with your eye this time, and he gets the idea*
>The stallion runs up and mounts you again. He squirts precum all over your rear, and nearly jabs into your teats
>You kick him off again, and run into some nearby woods
>This time, he mounts up and his penis lands on target mid wink
>He tries to push in, finally entering your searing hot, soupy, squelching vagina as your vulva drop back down
>Another wave of pleasure spreads throughout your being as the stallion's medial ring rubs hard into your clit on the way in and he jabs into your cervix

>As your tunnel contorts around the horsecock buried inside, you are hit with shocks of pleasure with every vein and bump your walls swirl around
>He then pulls nearly all the way out before jabbing hard all the way in
>You are overwhelmed with the raw sensation of the hard, animalistic rutting
>Your entire combined being is reduced to in and out, clenching and releasing, and the raw pleasure of following nature's command to create new life
>You have been feeling your stallion expanding and shrinking very deep inside you. You start thrusting backwards in time with his thrusts in
>You whinny loudly as you cum one last time from his medial ring on your clit
>Followed by a sense of serene calm blending with the intense sensation of orgasm as your stallion penetrates your cervix completely and flares, sealing himself in
>An intense blast of warmth blooms deep inside you as you lower your front half slightly, eagerly and hazily accepting the stallion's sperm inside you
>Hopefully you will bear a healthy foal
>He pumps and pumps, to the point you are sure your womb will start swelling like you're pregnant already
>After three more spurts of cream, however, it's done
>The stallion flops out of your depths and lands on his hooves
>The beautiful, brown and white spotted stallion steps in front of you and shares breath, then goes back and gives you some love bites
>Eventually he whinnies and you see his renewed erection
>
>You are Dinky Hooves. It is morning
>You came in your sleep multiple times, if your sheets are anything to go by
>You can firmly say that you are no longer scared of your upcoming heat
>You and your mom had an appointment with Nurse Redheart yesterday. Since your mom was a filly, a prescription grade potion had become available for abnormal strength heats
>Plus, you have Pipsqueak
>His parents are going to be out of town next week, and you will definitely be thanking him for helping you last night and just being such a wonderful coltfriend all the time
>You hope one day that you get to give birth to the purple and white spotted filly from that old dream

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>Be Rumble
>You became a ceremonial stallion over this past Hearts and Hooves day, along with the rest of your class
>And the year before that, you all got the lesson on where foals came from from a somewhat flustered Miss Cheerilee
>Now you sit in class a few days before summer break. The fillies are currently in heat and are on potions to dull things
>But that doesn't completely mask it
>Out of your classmates, Dinky and Pipsqueak are already in a relationship. Nopony is surprised about them, they feel like they were meant for each other
>Some of the fillies have become heat buddies and agree to give each other a hoof.
>There's rumors that a couple fillies and colts have been casually getting together, but aren't official. Featherweight and Tornado Bolt for one. Personally you suspect it, but can't confirm
>But many of you are on your own, you included
>But no matter what, none of you are immune from the effects of puberty and estrus
>You recall the first time you noticed
>You would always notice odd smells around springtime and, when you were really young, raise your lip and inhale deeply, almost through the roof of your mouth
>You noticed it seemed to be from mares and around springtime
>Your parents would tell you it wasn't polite to do it obviously in public, unless it was your special somepony
>Then, not long before your sex ed class, you noticed the smells seemed to be stronger and had more to them
>To your surprise, after you took a sniff your penis started sliding out of your sheath
>It usually came out a little bit when you had to pee, but never like this!
>It snaked down between your legs and swung up towards your chest
>When it hit your chest, a wave of pleasure went through you
>You had seen other stallions like this, but weren't entirely sure why.
>You knew it had to do with the special time when ponies who really loved each other became magically connected to the sun and could ask the spirits for a foal
>Maybe it was how they knew their special somepony was ready?
>Turns out you weren't far off
>Miss Cheerilee had said ponies had an extra scent organ connecting the palate and the nasal cavity. It allowed you to detect pheromones, mostly to sense that a mare was in heat. That was why you were raising your lip
>Snips then yelled out "So it's a horny detector?" and sent the class into another fit of giggles
>Of course, you also learned how your penis was getting hard so you could put it in a filly's vagina and shoot your semen in her. And make a foal
>It was a revelation. And made quite a few things make more sense. Particularly with your brother Thunderlane, Flitter, and Cloudchaser

>Of course, the topic of dealing with your body on your own came up. Afterwards, you had gone into the bathroom at home to try it out
>You have done it multiple times since, especially with all the pheromones in the air now
>And your not alone. It may not be as distracting as unsuppressed heat for the fillies, but having your cock throbbing underneath you and the sharp jolts of pleasure you would get would take your mind away from the lesson at hand
>Every so often at least one colt would run to the bathroom. It was an unspoken rule not to acknowledge each other if there was more than one at once or you entered and somepony was in a stall already
>Right about now, you could really use a break
>You ask Miss Cheerilee to be excused and get up with your tail tucked in and trying to not make it bob too much
>Fortunately it's just you and when you get to the colt's room nopony is in there
>You take the furthest stall, lock the door, and stand over the toilet
>You line up so you won't accidentally cum on the floor or the rim
>Your breathing is already heavy as you flex your cock up
>A jolt of pleasure shoots down your cock and your hips thrust forward
>You start thinking of fillies and mares you're drawn to
>Flitter and Cloudchaser are nice. Flitter being rather cute and girly while Cloudchaser is kind of like Rainbow Dash without the extreme athletic ability. They both smell nice and have always been close to you
>You could imagine them coming to watch you and deciding to...teach you some things
>Nah, it's too weird cause they're with your brother. They'll probably end up as a herd
>Doesn't stop you from thinking to times you've seen under their tails as you flex your dick and thrust your hips, getting into a rhythm as you slap your belly
>Your secret crush that you'd never admit is, of all ponies, Dinky's mom
>She delivers the mail, so you're likely to bump into her at least once a day plus Dinky doesn't live too far from your Ponyville house
>She's always very kind, warm and caring. Friendly to all foals as long as they don't bully Dinky
>You especially remember a time you sprained your wing a few years ago and she took you in while waiting for your parents or brother to come down from Cloudsdale
>She had held you in her arms with you laid on your good wing. She smelled like fresh muffins, unsurprisingly
>You've developed a bit of a thing for the clumsy, wall-eyed mare
>She's a single mother and works extra hard for Dinky
>You've actually dreamed about coming over and...repaying...her for that time with your wing and giving her a well deserved "break"
>Usually you wake up to a bit of a mess
>You try to contain your snorts and whickers as you continue thrusting and flexing. Drops of precum are squirting into the toilet and you feel your head repeatedly trying to flare

>Now, the pony you're most likely to approach? Scootaloo
>The filly can't properly fly, but she can use her rapidly buzzing wings to assist with some truly crazy scooter stunts
>Despite this, she can get shy and depressed about it at times
>You really want to hold her and let her know how awesome she is in her own way, even if she's unable to fly
>Plus, she's definitely a major tomcolt. Tomcolts are bucking hot
>Her pheromones drive you crazy. Aside from basic mare scent, Flitter and Cloudchaser smell like rain mixed with respectively freshly cut grass and - paradoxically - a deep freezer. Both pretty good
>Aside from the ever present baking and parcels scents, Dinky's mom also has the rain scent but mixed with something like warm oats
>Scootaloo, however, smells like a mix of sea spray and spearmint. Definitely an unexpected personal component. But it's likely the biggest reason you're in the bathroom masturbating right now.
>She sits pretty close and really puts out the fumes to set off the horny detector
>No, really, it's a struggle not to reflexively lift your lip for a big ol' sniff when Scoots is around and on cycle
>*smack* *smack* *smack*
>Your balls and your sheathe are feeling super tight, and your cock is throbbing heavily. Intense pleasure is coursing through it and down through your legs to your hooves
>Almost like the ground in some kind of sex circuit. Heh, that's a good one
>Just a little more will set you off
>You close your eyes and imagine Scootaloo and you are alone in the Crusaders' treehouse. She's so heated she opens her mouth and whinnies
>However, she somehow manages to keep her usual cool, daring attitude about her
>She lifts her tail and intensely winks
>You imagine she somehow winks so hard, you can see down her vagina all the way to her cervix
>It's sagged open for you. If you want, you can make a foal with her right now
>Just as you imagine rearing up on her, your cock gives your belly one last slap as you flare and start pulsing your semen into the toilet under you
>Pulse after pulse flows from your balls and flies out of your tip. It could probably cause a bruise if it hit somepony on the outside with how pent up you were at the moment
>After about 6 pulses, it stops and your cock starts retreating into your sheath
>You look down at the off white puddle below you. By the end of the summer, you WILL be putting that in Scootaloo
>You just have to figure out how you're going to approach her
>In the meantime, you hit the button in the wall behind you to flush and walk back to class

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>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?

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>You are an Earth Pony stallion
>You are on your way back from a run to the market. Businesses tend to close early in a given area when most mares are synched and at there most severe cycles.
>As well as the early spring estrus near Hearts and Hooves day. That one is a bit more drawn out, but almost never results in pregnancies even without precautions
>Right now, it's two weeks from the Summer Sun Celebration. The more spiritually inclined, you included, believed it was a combined surge in the magical connection of love and life between ponies with the increasing power of the sun that allowed Ponies to create life
>Of course nowadays, everypony learns the actual biology of estrus and reproduction in sex ed. Turns out the ponies of old were right about the sun. The increase in sunlight triggers hormonal glands blah blah blah
>For those of a more spiritual bent, Hearts and Hooves and the Summer Sun Celebration both have ceremonies with elements dedicated to fertility and love overseen by Princess Cadence, Princess Celestia, and various local temples
>Anyway, you/re almost home, and your cock is already slightly poking out of your sheath from ambient pheromones and anticipation
>You've managed to mentally train yourself to stay in control if it's not your mare's scent
>Your adorable little Unicorn. Well, not so little. She's a tall, spindly thing. Somewhat like Fleur-des-lis. She's not a supermodel like her, but you don't love her just for looks
>She's great with potions and cooking, is one of the most outgoing and warm ponies you've ever met
>and of course, she's always horny
>that one still gets you a lighthearted kick to the side
>You've been together for four years now. And you've decided that it's time to start a family.
>And it's going to be quite the experience
>Many couples trying to conceive, and even some who are not, like to let themselves go by letting their hormones and pheromones run wild
>Some others take it a bit further and basically hot box their bedroom with potions to increase their mare's pheromone output
>Of course, your lover has done this, as well as a potion for you to boost semen production. You're going to need it.
>As you walk in the door and put your groceries on the table, you notice something on the floor. It's a small puddle.
>This is where things get less common. Some ponies let themselves go, but you and your mare are part of a smaller subset
>You like to let yourselves fully succumb to her estrus
>Ponies haven't changed much in some ways from their ancient ancestors. One of the symptoms of estrus in mares is increased urination.
>Before ponies were bestowed with the gifts of knowledge and discernment, one of the ways they would communicate was through smell. The most obvious being during estrus.
>The increased urination was to allow the mare to leave a trail of her pheromones. Any stallions passing through would be able to tell if it was left by a healthy mare and which race.

>Ponies today can still do this, but obviously take potions, stay home, or carefully time their sexcapades and bathroom breaks to deal with the need to piss more and other symptoms
>Some however, are madly turned on by the idea of fully letting go and letting their mare communicate their need in the most ancient of ways. You often get conflated with some odd ponies who just like piss, regardless of their season or gender.
>Unlike them, you don't do anything really nasty like getting peed on or.....drinking it. Some ponies...
>Her peeing is just a vehicle for her pheromones alongside her vaginal juices and vapors
>When you were younger, your family was a frequent visitor to the town's local shrine. You weren't affiliated to any larger temples, just believers in local elemental spirits and the ancestors.
>As you reached adolescence, however, you found yourself drawn to the Temple of Princess Cadance. It was recently reorganized from the Temple of Empress Amore after the young Pegasus's ascencion.
>You had always aspired to a larger family yourself, maybe even a herd. Though you later changed your mind on that second part. The Temple drew you, though not to the point of considering priesthood
>One year, during the local Hearts and Hooves festival, you found some....interesting publications. Clearly an amature publication by unaffiliated stallions and mares
>It changed your life....mainly by awakening your fetish and it's spiritual dimension
>Of course, not all ponies who are into pheromones see it that way. They just see it as losing control and breeding like animals
>For you, you and your mare are letting yourselves go. Channeling the spirit of your most distant ancestors and the primal fires of Love and the Sun. Potentially welcoming a new soul into your family.
>Only this time, it won't be potentially
>You were worried when you first explained to your mare that she might reject you, finding it too gross. Understandable, but disappointing. You assured her it would only be during some of her cycles and during the last two days, when she was most likely to ovulate. The first time, she nervously agreed to give it a try.
>After all, you already had to do some extra cleaning from her weeping, winking horsepussy. What's a little extra cleaning?
>Back in the present, that whiff from her pee has hit your vomeronasal organ. And your cock rapidly snakes the rest of the way out of your sheathe. From something so primal and lowly, you can almost smell her soul. Aside from instinctively knowing she's in good health, you can tell she's a Unicorn.

>Since you first hit puberty, you've noticed the specific quirks of scent from the different tribes. Earth ponies smell....Earthy, like a foggy or damp field or forest. along with a stronger hit of the musk that all mares put out
>Pegasi smell something like a sea breeze or the scent of fresh rain
>Unicorns smell like ozone or lightning. You've never met any bat mares, but apparently they smell like a mix of Pegasi with fruit or flowers. Crystal ponies reportedly smell somewhere between Earth Ponies and Unicorns
>Individual mares will have some slight difference to their Tribal scent. Your mare smells slightly herbal or minty along with the electric scent of the most magical Tribe, plus the musk of fertility that unites all mares
>At least, that's how you'd explain it in a clear mind. Right now you can barely think. Your cock is repeatedly swinging up as you climb the stairs and smacking your belly, leaving drops of precum as you go
>The door is cracked open. You both had anticipated trouble with something that normally simple. Your wild plains ancestors had no use for doors. Her potion has clearly done its job. You can already smell a thick fog of her scent and unknowingly step in another puddle.
>Without thinking, you again raise your lip, take a whiff, and raise your head to the sky as you take in you mare's essence, letting it flow through your nose and lungs and effusing your body and mind with the ancient call of Life
>you reach out with your hoof and open the door. There stands your mare, your lover, soon to be the mother of your foals.
>With your fading sapient thought, you attempt to say "Hey horny"
>Whinny
>Yep. You are no longer a modern Equestrian Earth Pony, sophisticated and civilized
>You are a wild horse. The spirits of all your ancestors, going back to those ancient, barely thinking days on the prehistoric fields course through you. Following the intense spiritual fires engulfing both of you, calling out to a new soul seeking a body and a family
>So is your mare. She gives a tense snort and nicker before raising her tail painfully high, raising her rump, pushing it toward you, and winking intensly
>the sight of her clitoris poking out to say hi draws your attention hypnotically. You stick your snoot under her tail, and take another deep whiff. It's not going to affect your consciousness any deeper. You are truly drowning in HER
>You give her a few bites on the flank and messily lick her vulva and her vaginal opening. There's no finesse here, just instinct
> she gives a short whinny and pushes you back
>She spreads her hind legs further apart, squats slightly, and sustains a wink
>There's a noise of water hitting the floor.
>You bend your neck down and take one last whiff. Your cock is completely tense and weeping against your belly. There is nothing but you, her, and her most basic primitive signal
>BREED ME. CLAIM MY WOMB.
>You are more than happy to oblige

>you rear up on your hind legs, wrap your forelegs around her barrel and start blindly trying to thrust into her
>On the fourth try, you find her searing, overflowing entrance mid wink
>as her vulva drop back down, you slide past her folds and slightly up to her vaginal entrance
>a tight ring of muscle that clenches and tightly grabs your penis once you're in. It almost jerks you off along with her tight, rippling muscular convulsions. Mares are instinctively able to contract all their muscles, but you swear she must practice
>You overcome the resistance in one hard thrust and are engulfed in an overwhelming, tight, wet, smooth heat
>You hear a squelch as her off-yellow fluids are forced out around your cock.
>Now the only thing about letting go is that you don't tend to last long. As ponies evolved, they became able to last longer and find techniques to extend things. Wild ponies had to mate fast. They lasted a few thrusts at most and often would cum just from the action of their mare's vagina. Fast breeding allowed fast escape from predators or other dangers.
>That's what your potion was for. It increases your semen production and conversely decreases your refractory period. You both took your potions two hours before you left for the market.
>Right now, you already have bitten down on your mare's neck. You only give four hard, deep thrusts into your wife's intensly, turbulently churning and rippling vagina. Her entrance is tightly jerking you off with every wink
>You are prodding slightly into her dilated cervix before you flare and open up her womb
>Seconds later, or maybe an eternity, you feel your cock kick upwards as your seed pours into her womb. She instinctively clamps down and humps back into your short, jabbing thrusts.
>Your consciousness has fully broken down. You are one being of light, pulsing together. You are countless Ponies of ages past, going all the way back to those most ancient fields preparing the way for another life to enter your world
>Another eternity of pumping and thrusting, your cock flops out and you drop down to the floor. Within a couple minutes you're rock hard again
>This will be a long night

>You are a modern Equestrian Earth Pony again, tightly holding your Unicorn potion mare in bed. She has her hindquarters in the air, partly resting on pillows and partly on you
>Thanks to your semen potion, you were able to achieve five or six quick, animalistic mating rounds
>about as long as two sessions had you been able to think more clearly.
>You opened your windows and ran some fans to mostly clear the scent out of your room. You hope there weren't any stallions overhead. Nopony likes flying into a surprise, rock hard boner
>You also cleaned up your lover's little messes yourself so she could keep all your seed deep inside
>You swear you can almost feel a third presence with you, or maybe that's just your anticipation for finally getting to know your foal in eleven months. You would be surprised if this cycle wasn't the one given all the mating you've done even before going feral. Tomorrow you'll be running on the plains some more, but something tells you it will be a formality at that point. A fun, cosmic, erotic formality. You do wish it didn't involve cleaning up pee, but that's the hand Ponies were dealt at creation. And you chose to embrace it.
>You and your mare drift into Princess Luna's realm, you with a slight tear in your eye, as you look forward to another day of the most intimate love between two Ponies
>"I love you so much, my horny little ma- ow!"

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>Be Sleighride
>You are a Snowpony stallion
>Your kind live in the isolated far north
>Well, not entirely isolated. There are multiple tribes of Snowponies. Some are settled, some are migratory
>Tribes in proximity have some trade and contact, and all tribes in the taiga and the tundra come together at least once a year for major festivals in the village of Snowpitt
>Coincidentally, this is where you and your tribe live year round. a village near the boundary of piney forests and arctic plains
>You rarely get visitors not of your kind. Every once in a blue moon, different tribes will get visitors from the south.
>Your kind are varying earth tones. Brown, tan, white, black, red-orange. These ponies are various bright colors. Some even have horns or wings. But even the ones that are otherwise like you don't have your big, fluffy coat
>According to the legends, a great crisis split apart the ancient ponies. Most fled to the south, but your ancestors stayed put. They weren't interested in the fighting that consumed the others, and through their love for each other and the help of the spirits they were able to survive and adapt to the harsh environment.
>The legends also spoke of a disappearing city of ponies that were made of ice or crystal. Word has spread that the city has reappeared, but you have yet to meet any of these strange ponies or come across any of their goods
>Your kind mostly get by on mushrooms, roots, grasses, and other plants you can gather and save. Although some of the southernmost tribes can grow some food in the warm times
>Most unusual, according to your occasional visitors, is your race's love of eating fish
>Smoked, roasted, plain or with herbs. A few ponies will even eat it raw. It's yet another adaptation that has allowed your kind to flourish
>You are a trader and take periodic trips to barter with the other nearby tribes for whatever your tribe needs
>Which is easier this time of year. Things are slightly less harsh when the cold retreats and the sun is in the sky all day. A winged pony who had visited to study your tribe's culture was fascinated. She said it appeared so because of how far north you are
>You find it equally fascinating that the sun and moon trade places every day and night somewhere
>You are currently heading back to Snowpitt after securing more medicinal herbs in exchange for smoked fish from a wandering tribe. Some of these herbs are standard medicine
>About half, however is a special herb
>It helps the mares deal with their fertility cycles
>During the warm times, your mares also "warm up"
>Your kind have two times that they believe they are most closely in tune with the spirit world
>In the depths of the cold times, when the shamares of every tribe help everypony commune with the spirits of the ancestors, and attract any lost spirits out of the wild for one final reunion with any loved ones before they pass on or stay as guardians
>And the other is right about now

>As the warm time progresses, new spirits are entering your world
>Some will become animals, plants, maybe even nature spirits
>Others, however will become foals
>Of course, they can't come into the world on their own. They need a mare and a stallion to provide the way
>The mares become ready not long into the moons-long day. For half a moon, they act as normal. But for about a week it's another story
>They become more emotional, relieve themselves more, wink their mare bits, and of course put off their musk to ensure no stallion misses that they're ready to make a foal
>In practice, most mares and stallions who are not ready or do not have a mate will give each other space during these times. The mares will also take certain herbs to dull the more annoying parts of their heat
>You're finally entering Snowpitt and making a direct path to your igloo
>Ponies say hello, foals are running up to greet you and/or throw snowballs at you
>Your mind, however is on one pony
>Frosty Flakes
>You've been friends with her and her sisters, Winter Wonder and Cold Shoulder, since you were very young. But you were always closest to Frosty
>You spent your foalhoods running through the forest, having snowball fights, listening to stories from Baba Hooves
>and of course, catching fish
>As you both got older, you recall the first year you had to be separated from the mares. And when you first noticed something. You already loved Frosty for her goofy, bubbly personality. Her skill fishing and ability to survive the wild on her own (but preferably with just you), how all the younger foals saw her as a big sister
>You would be lying if you said you didn't love her fertile scent over any other you've picked up.
>All the mares have a basic, musky smell they put off along with a earthier smell, not unlike the defrosted forest soil in the warm time
>Frosty also has a curious smell of her own. A mix between the herbs usually put on fish and the scent of pine
>You find it at once relaxing and energizing. Mainly in that it energizes your penis straight out of your sheath
>This year, however, you will not be apart for this special time
>She's your mate now. The ceremony was held with a few other couples being united before the tribe along with the two of you.
>It still feels like yesterday. You had shared breath and kissed as a family for the first time. You and Frosty were all that had existed in the world for what felt like days
>Of course, one thing was missing from your family
>A foal
>This year, Frosty wouldn't be taking any herbs or relying on the other mares for "help"
>You and her had agreed on that day that you and her would bring a foal into the world

>You're finally at your igloo
>You were sure to come into town where all the stallions were
>Now, you raise your lip and inhale deeply
>Yep, she's home right now. Your nose and your dick are both absolutely sure
>Twin waves of calm and hazy lust are washing over you as you put your bags inside, then head around back
>Frosty is making a foal carrier out of woven sticks
>She turns her head and sees you. Her eyes light up and a wide grin spreads over her face
>She drops her work and charges into you at full speed
>"OHGODSSLEIGHIMISSEDYOUSOMUCHANDIT'SBURNINGSOBADIMREADY-
>You cut her off by kissing her. You make out slowly and passionately. Then you open your eyes and press your face into the dark stripe on her snout. You snort lightly as you turn your makeout into sharing breath.
>You then raise your lip again, then take another deep breath of your lover's scent
>You take a nip at her flank and she whinnies
>You're honestly surprised she was just speaking. You knew you would be back near the peak of one of her fertile periods and you would open the way for your foal when you got back. You've heard the mares across the village when they were in heat start spouting primal noises when things were really intense for them
>When you were younger, Frosty explained in one of her normal periods that when she was in heat, she would find it harder and harder to think
>It was like she was almost an animal, focused entirely on her mare parts. The older mares explained it as a sign of their connection to the spirit realm and of course, the potential to allow a spirit into the world by nurturing it inside them
>They just needed a stallion. And to grow more
>Here you are now, her tail is raised into the air and her joy spot is flashing in and out of her vagina. Your head is fuzzy from inhaling her pheromones
>You giggle to yourself. You had caught glimpses of mares winking in your younger days and it reminded you of a fish opening and closing it's mouth
>You're ready to dig into Frosty's fish
>You stick your tounge into her folds, dipping down to hit her button, which prompts moaning and neighing. Yeah, that was probably the last bit of normal speech until you're both through. You are eager to join her in her primal state
>You bring your tounge up and push through into her tunnel. You whuff loudly as you bathe her horsepussy with your tounge, taking in more and more of her taste and scent
>Your boner is repeatedly swinging up and hitting your chest. Waves of pleasure are accompanied by spurts of your fluid

>She whickers and snorts as she repeatedly clenches at your intrusion. Her taste and smell is making your eyes roll back into your head as you join in on the snorting
>You are finding it harder to think clearly, but just enough to pull your tongue out and suckle her clit. She neighs loudly and her vaginal fluids splash onto the melting snow
>You raise your lip for the last time as you inhale the most incredible scent in the world. You resist rearing up for a bit to try and consciously enjoy the unique scent of the mother of your foals
>Instinct takes over as you rest your weight on Frosty's back and your forelegs sink into her warm floof
>You jab your horsecock against her rear and miss a few times
>Then you catch inside her vulva and pause at the intense heat and wetness. You're not even inside her yet!
>That changes as in one thrust, you have bottomed out inside your lover
>A tiny spark of thought resurfaces as you slow down. Frosty's muscles are tightly grabbing and releasing your cock, trying in vain to pull it further. You feel a barrier of some sort against your flat tip.
>Your slow sliding back and forth, aside from nearly overwhelming the both of you with sensation lets you feel that there's some give
>Your instincts are screaming at you to speed things up. You feel your tip start to flare, then shrink back repeatedly as you throb and lightly squirt precum inside her
>Your instincts finally win out as you pull almost all the way out, before jabbing your penis in hard.
>Frosty is pounding her front hoof into the snow and whinnying at your hard thrusts
>She's desperately suckling and twisting around your cock. A tight pressure has built in your sheathe and scrotum
>You are a stallion. She is a mare. There is a spirit among you, seeking a family
>Your mare is already ready to provide it a body to inhabit and her body to nurture it.
>All that she needs is your seed
>You bite onto her neck, getting a mouthful of fur. You pass the barrier inside her
>Your tip fully flares to twice it's normal diameter and your cock throbs intensely
>Then your seed streams into your Frosty's womb as you give a deep breeding whinny
>Frosty lowers her front and pushes back into your jerking, forward thrusts as you continue pulsing inside her for what feels like forever
>You feel the warm pressure from your seed filling up her fertile womb
>And then suddenly, it's over
>Your penis retreats from inside Frosty and starts to retreat back into your sheath as you dismount

>You both are breathing heavily. You walk up to her so you are face to face and push your snout into hers, breathing almost as one
>She bows her neck under yours, and you nudge her head into your side
>You just barely make out a "thank you" as she looks at you with teary, joyful eyes
>You both unsteadily make your way into your igloo, before laying on the blankets and furs on the floor
>Neither of you say anything, but as you look into her eyes, it's apparent she shares your tired, nervous excitement
>You weakly stick your tongue into her mouth as you slowly make out and grind into each other. But you both need some rest
>This, of course won't be your last mating with Frosty Flakes. You promised each other a foal
>As sleep overtakes you, you wrap your forehooves around your loving mare and thank the spirits for allowing you to have this mare in your life and welcome a new life with her