Soft rays of gentle sunshine bathed the world around him in warm hues of purples and blues, all refracting off of the interior of the crystal castle Anon now resided in. Of course, the warmth of the sunlight was only compounded by the warmth of seven mares all snuggled atop and around him, adding tinder to the fires of their cuddly warmth while they all rested after a particularly arduous lovemaking session.
Anon lazily stretched in bed, his legs and arms straining against the weight of the mares all resting on him. Though they could easily feel his struggling muscles as he tried to free himself from under their weight, they paid it little mind, as they were too busy coming down from their own highs and dances with heaven itself.
To his right, burying his arm under her barrel, was Fizzy, and though she was damp with sweat, lubricant, and seed, she gazed lovingly into his eyes with the most serene expression of devotion and adoration he'd ever seen. Truth be told, she... might not have been aware of the struggle his arm was going through, trying to free itself from under her. It was only as his digits brushed against her still overly sensitive slit that she gasped and finally broke free from her trance.
"Oh, sorry, Love. Did you want to get up?" She asked, quickly pushing herself to her hooves.
"Thanks, hun." Anon smiled, puckering his lips as Fizzy quickly leaned down and planted a long, loving smooch on them.
With one arm free, Anon quickly turned his attention to the other one, finding his newest and frankly, most possessive member of the herd, clinging to him like her life depended on it. It was only once his attention was fully directed to Fluttershy that he noticed she was licking his shoulder, her long, soft tongue trailing up to his collar over and over as she needily rubbed her snatch against his knuckles.
"Flutters, what did we talk about?" Anon deadpanned.
Pausing mid-lick, Fluttershy's eyes flicked up to meet his. If it were even possible, the normally timid and meek mare became somehow even more shy and bashful, her cheeks heating up as she was caught in the act. She quickly retracted her tongue and released her death grip on his arm.
"No molesting you while you're asleep?" She asked.
Anon nodded, "That's right, no molesting me while I'm asleep."
"But... you aren't asleep anymore?" Fluttershy offered.
The deadpan look in Anon's eyes only grew more dead-pannier, "Flutters. Off."
With a sad whimper, the butterscotch pegasus acquiesced and pulled herself off of Anon's arm. She was swiftly met with a gentle pat on the wither by Fizzy as she comforted her herdmate.
"Tonight we'll have some more fun, but for now, I need to get up, girls." Anon offered, apologetically.
Truth be told, no matter what she did, Anon just couldn't stay mad at Fluttershy. She was simply too cute for the normal laws of grudge-holding to apply. Regardless of that, he still had a mission to complete, and five more mares to escape to do it. Sitting upright, or rather, trying to, Anon found the next wrench in his plan.
"Dashie, upsies. Let's go." Anon ordered, gesturing with his hands.
The cyan blob of fur and rainbow hair that rested on his chest simply snored in response, much to Anon's chagrin.
"Could someone please get Dashie off of my stomach? Gently would be preferable." Anon inquired.
A few snores and snorts of sleepiness was the only response he received, prompting Anon to sigh and grab Rainbow with both hands under her forelegs. With newfound strength that he was still coming to terms with, Anon lifted his prismatic mate into the air. Much like a cat, her hind legs and belly dangled below her forelegs as Anon held her up and swiftly plopped her onto the mattress, beside him. Somehow, some way, she slept through the entire thing.
Next up, was none other than the pair of alicorns in his herd. Luna, being the larger alicorn of the two, took up the entirety of Anon's left leg, all the way to his hip, while Twilight only came up to his groin. Thankfully, both mares were still awake and lucid, though Luna was much less so compared to her bookish counterpart.
"Mmmhh?" Luna mumbled, lifting her head from Anon's thigh. A string of drool trailed from her mouth to the small puddle she'd made on Anon's thigh while she slept.
"Hey girls. Time for me to get up. Mind if you scooch over a bit?" Anon asked, gently.
Luna's only response was a soft grumble that sounded distinctly like a small whinny, before plopping her head back down on Anon's thigh and closing her eyes once more. Twilight, thankfully, was much more awake and able to respond with proper words.
"I think she's still mad about the last time." She giggled.
A snort of agreement emanated from the lunar alicorn as she squeezed Anon's thigh tighter.
Anon chuckled, "Aww, Lulu? Don't be upset. Twilight just had to get you to the castle before your sister could freak out about you being gone. Now that you told her you're taking that vacation, you can stay as long as you like. Besides, I'm only going out for a little bit. I'll be back and then you can snuggle as much as you want." He offered, gingerly pinching and rubbing one of her fluffy ears with his fingers.
A piercing teal eye opened up and stared back up at him, her gaze as scrutinous as it was unflinching, "Promise?" She mumbled.
Anon nodded, smiling down at her, "Promise."
With another small grumble, Luna hesitantly released her hold on his leg, Allowing Anon room to move. Twilight, having enjoyed the show, was already off of his other leg and lazily trotting on the mattress around him to nuzzle and kiss Fizzy, just behind Anon. All that was left, was the last two mares who'd spent the night, still huddled together between his legs: Nurse Redheart and Rarity.
The two bundles of white were snuggled up with each other, forming a sea of white fur that filled up all the space between Anon's legs. Though they were both trying their best to not show it, they were both very much awake and alert, if their flicking ears and tails were any indication.
"Alright, come on you two." Anon groused, gently nudging the pair with his hands.
Rarity simply continued to pretend to be asleep while Redheart lifted her head off of Anon's inner thigh and gave her best attempt at puppydog eyes.
"Just five more minutes, Anon?" She pleaded, her voice a quiet whimper in the morning air.
Try as he might, Anon could never say 'no' to the mares of his herd when they pulled out the puppydog eyes. Rarity quickly picked up on the tactic as well, making it a two-front assault as she batted her long eyelashes at him as well. The combined assault was simply too much for Anon's mortal willpower to withstand, and with a heavy sigh, he laid back down in bed.
"Five more minutes. That's all." He relented.
No sooner did the words leave his mouth that Anon was buried in all the rest of the mares around him as well. Each one reclaimed their position, snuggling against him. Anon could only sigh as he was buried in warm, fuzzy, and soft mares all over again. Truth be told, he didn't really want to get up that early anyways.
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Slightly More Than Five Minutes Later
Anon strolled out of the crystal castle, waving goodbye to his herd of mares as he set out on his mission. Getting out of bed was a struggle every morning, but as the days passed by and the number of mares coming by to spend the night or remain as permanent members of the herd only grew, Anon found himself struggling more and more to just get the day started.
"Heh, soon enough I'm just gonna wake up and bang mares until the sun goes down, and then in my dreams too." Anon chuckled to himself, laughing off the thought as preposterous as it was lofty.
Certain that only a chauvinist or sex addict could find happiness in such a constant state of lust, Anon shook his head and proceeded onward through the town. As he made his way through the main street of Ponyville, he saw several familiar faces.
"Hey Derpy!" Anon called, waving to the cute little mailmare.
"Oh! Hi, Anon!" Derpy called as she fluttered on past him.
"Oh, wait, Derpy watch out for the-" Anon called, just before a *crash* and *bang* echoed from down the street, "-mailbox..."
"I'm okay!" Derpy called back to him, shaking the stars out of her vision as she got back to her hooves and tried to prop the broken mailbox back up.
"You sure!?" Anon called back to her, taking a step toward the blushing, ditzy little cutie pie that was Derpy.
"I'm good! Just gotta-" Derpy replied, only for the door of the house to open and BonBon to pop out.
"Derpy! That's the third time in a month you've broken my mailbox!" BonBon exclaimed.
"I... I just don't know what went wrong..." Derpy mumbled, looking down and pawing at the dirt with her hoof.
Though he would have liked to stay and help, Derpy was quite well known for breaking mailboxes, to the point of Filthy Rich opening an insurance company specifically for her 'accidents'. Not only that, but he knew BonBon wasn't truly angry. He'd seen that once before and that was not something he'd be forgetting any time soon. Who knew she could do so much with rope...
Shaking his head free of the thoughts accosting him, Anon bid Derpy and the slightly peeved BonBon goodbye and headed onward. The rest of his walk to the town square was uneventful as usual, only the normal greetings and waves that he'd usually get as he waltzed through town. It was only as he came to the destination he had in mind, that he finally realized his shirt smelled. It smelled of him and no less than six mares from the past few nights.
"Did I forget to wash this one?" Anon grimaced, pinching his collar and giving it a good sniff.
Even to his humble human nose, the scent of sweat and sex reeked from the shirt, making him wince. Having known for a while now, and having come to terms with his strange condition when it came to ponies' smelling his scent, Anon knew full well what might happen should he proceed into the enclosed space of a building with the mare he was looking for. However, as he thought over the predicament he found himself in, he also found that should the 'worst' come to pass, he was more than happy to indulge his favorite pink menace.
Pinkie Pie was bubbly, cute, funny, and more than a match for his comedic abilities. Not to mention, having all five of her best friends involved, only to exclude her just felt somewhat... wrong to him. Quickly deciding that he'd give her the opportunity, should she want it, Anon stepped up to the front door and entered the establishment.
Sugarcube Corner was, in a word, colorful. The exterior of the building was designed in such a way that the entire structure looked as if it was made of candy and sugar. The interior, however, was much more normal and appealing to a human like Anon. The rustic interior decorating and trim along the ceiling, combined with honest-to-goodness hardwood floors, all tied together by just a few candy-themed decorations and such, made him feel right at home.
The familiar jingle of the bell overheard rang out as Anon entered and closed the door behind him, and much to his relief, there were no other ponies in the building at the moment. The only pony he could hear at all, was in the kitchen, her bubbly and excitable voice reaching him and making him smile long before she could round the corner and greet him with her fuzzy pink fur and sparkling blue eyes.
"Oh! Just a minute! Making triple chocolate decker fudge cakes over here, and you knooooooooooooooow how messy that gets, haha!" Pinkie Pie chirped.
"You know, if I'm being honest, I really don't." Anon called back, chuckling over the pink mare's antics.
For some strange reason, the sound of a record scratch sounded throughout the entire building, nearly making Anon jump. He only had mere seconds to prepare as a blur of pink darted through the kitchen doorway and slammed into his chest at mach one.
"Oh my gosh, Nonny! There you are! I haven't seen you in weeks!" Pinkie exclaimed, squeezing him as tightly as her little pony forelegs could.
Anon smiled as he returned the hug, the soft poofiness of Pinkie's mane just as fluffy and nice as he remembered, "Too true, Pinks. It's good to see you again."
"Oooh, you just have to tell me what you've been up to lately! Come, sit! I have scones!" Pinkie quickly prattled off, dragging Anon over to one of the tables in the dining area of the bakery.
Anon allowed himself to be led over to the table in question, taking his seat and watching as Pinkie disappeared behind the front desk, only to reappear just seconds later with a tray of scones on her back. She quickly zipped over to the table and deposited the sugary confections on the table and took her seat.
"Okay, so tell me everything that's happened from the last time we hung out. I want all the juicy details and don't let even a single moment out!" Pinkie ordered, before taking a bite out of her scone.
Anon nodded, "Well, that's quite a lot of information to dump. Would it suffice to say that I've started a herd and been really busy with that?" He offered.
The gasp that escaped Pinkie's lips could have shattered glass.
"You did WHAT!?!?" Pinkie exclaimed, her bright blue eyes bulging out of her head.
"Uh..." Anon began.
Pinkie suddenly darted over the table, pressing her forehead against his as she bore her eyes straight into Anon's soul, "Iwantallthejuicydetailsanddon'tyoueventhinkofleavingevenasinglesecondout!!!" She demanded, in one breath.
Anon owlishly blinked at the pools of blue pressed against his face, "Uh... it just sorta... happened?" He offered, weakly.
Pinkie recoiled back slightly, "What do you mean it just... happened?" She asked, curiously.
Anon, having told the story before, quickly recounted the events that lead to his first tryst with Rainbow Dash all those weeks ago. Leaving out the saucier details, he explained his scent and its effect on mares, up to the most recent addition of the herd, Fluttershy. With the story recapped, and Pinkie having sunk all the way back into her seat, Anon found himself staring at a mare who was much more subdued than he was used to. Though it was hard to tell, what with her naturally pink coat and such, but he could just faintly make out the barest hint of a blush on her muzzle.
"So... yeah. It just kinda happened and now... well, I've got about a dozen mares and Shining Armor all practically chaining me to the bedroom at this point." Anon trailed off, a sheepish chuckle escaping his lips.
Pinkie held his gaze for a few moments, her expression unreadable. The silence in the air began to grow tense and despite himself, Anon felt himself growing a little hot under the collar. Had he gone too into detail? Pinkie was a fun mare, but maybe explaining his sex life over the last few weeks was just something that she wasn't comfortable with... then again, she did demand all the juicy details.
Before Anon could ponder any further, Pinkie suddenly spoke up, "Well I knew all that, silly. I was asking about the actual sex!" She chirped, her expression turning much more salacious than Anon had ever seen on her before.
"I... wait, what?" Anon asked, a dumbfounded look on his face.
"Well, come on, Nonny. Everypony in town knows your scent turns us mares and stallions into drooling, sopping wet messes that need a good, hard rutting from you before we can come back to reality. That's old news," Pinkie dismissively waved a hoof, "What I want to know is what kind of raunchy, kinky stuff you've been getting up to, and more importantly... why you haven't. Invited. Me." She explained, tapping the table three times for good measure.
Once again, Anon owlishly blinked at the pink pony before him, his brain struggling to catch up to her sudden straightforwardness. It wasn't unlike her, to be so frank and direct, but the abrupt change in her demeanor from silly and fun, to downright seductive and demanding, was outright alarming.
"W'-well... I... wasn't sure if it was a... you know, scent thing or if any of it was real." Anon awkwardly explained, shyly rubbing the back of his neck.
Pinkie leaned on the table, resting her chin on her hoof as her eyelids drooped and she fixed Anon with a surprisingly lustful gaze, "You want to know something 'real', Nonny?" She asked.
"Uh... sure." Anon replied, hesitantly.
Though he was almost certain of where this was going, there was an undeniable level of unpredictability with Pinkie Pie. She could just as easily berate him for leaving her out of his herd while routinely smashing every one of her closest friends, as she could jump his bones and engage in a romp with him right then and there. Unlike all of his previous amorous affairs, Pinkie was something of an enigma, but more than that, she was an absolutely adorable and friendly mare that he treasured dearly. She was one of the first ponies to welcome him to Ponyville, and one of the first mares to truly become his friend. She was cute, smarter than she appeared, pudgy in just the right places, and an absolute treat to be around. The prospect of having offended her did make Anon's heart quicken, much as he tried to play it cool in front of her.
"I really need you to bend me over this table and rut me silly until I can't walk straight. You've been stinking up the entire building with that delicious, salty, sexy smell of yours and at this point, I'm making a puddle in my chair." Pinkie declared.
As if to prove her point, Pinkie lifted her rump off of her chair, a lewd squelch sounding as her damp folds were pulled from the puddle of arousal she'd dispersed over the wooden surface. Anon gulped in both shock and arousal at the sudden forwardness of the little pink mare. He couldn't help but lean forward, staring aptly at the string of marish fluids still connecting Pinkie's lips to the chair as she breathed in his scent from even closer.
"Fuck, that's hot." Anon muttered, looking up to Pinkie.
Before he could get another word in, Anon felt two plush lips press against his, and a pair of forelegs desperately wrap around his neck as Pinkie practically threw herself onto the table. He quickly caught her, dragging over over the table as he fell backwards into his own chair. Unfortunately for him, he misjudged where exactly he'd left it after standing upright and promptly missed the chair as he fell backwards onto the floor, Pinkie landing on his chest.
Throughout the fall, Pinkie maintained the kiss, her tongue brushing up and down against his lips until they parted enough for her to snake her way in. The white walls of his teeth quickly opened enough to grant her further access into his mouth, where his taste was just that much stronger. Much to her excitement, Anon intercepted her with his tongue, the two slippery muscles battling one another for dominance in the small expanse that was his mouth. His appendage was short and firm, but hers was long and dexterous, allowing her to slip and slide around him until she brushed the roof of his mouth. The ticklish sensation made goosebumps prickle all over his body as Anon let out a small groan into the kiss.
Deciding to fight a little dirty, Anon brought his secret weapon into the fight. He deftly trailed his hands down Pinkie's back, rubbing and clenching against her soft flesh as he made his way lower and lower. Finally, he found her flanks, the plush, thick meat of her thighs squishing under the pressure of his digits as he squeezed her cutie marks. The added bonus of grabbing two handfuls of Pinkie's flanks was that Anon could easily spread her dripping pussy and ponut, making her throw her head back and moan as the sensations accosted her.
"Oh... Nonny..." Pinkie murmured, her breath coming in hot, ragged pants.
Anon grinned as he wrapped his arms around Pinkie's back and quickly rolled over to the side, taking her with him. He was able to effortlessly pin her to the floor, a fact that she was quite happy with as she stared down at the tent pitching in his pants. His throbbing cock strained against its fabric prison, desperately trying to spear itself into the juicy pink folds that were ripe for the taking just in front of it.
Anon decided to drag the foreplay on a little longer, pressing his lips to Pinkie's once more and reaching down to her slit with his fingers. As he contacted the sensitive flesh of her labia, Pinkie sharply inhaled through her nostrils, involuntarily taking another heavy dose of Anon's scent straight to her brain as he started rubbing slow circles around her clit. She whimpered into the kiss as her sensitive little nub winked out again and again, eagerly brushing against Anon's digits and sending sharp waves of pleasure up her spine.
Pinkie eventually pushed him back with her forelegs enough to break the kiss, though she stayed very close, still huffing his breath as he exhaled into her mouth.
"N-Nonny... I need you in me so bad... take me upstairs, please. I'm begging you. I'll bake you a cake if you do?" She offered, pleadingly.
Anon chuckled at the tortured mare beneath him and relented his soft, gentle torment, "Alright, Ponks. Up ya' get."
Anon moved to pick her up and carry her bridal style, but much to his surprise, Pinkie darted out of his grasp and up the stairs so fast that all he could see was a cloud of dust where she used to be. Blinking at the vaguely Pinkie-shaped dust cloud, Anon gave a start as he heard her shrill voice call out to him from upstairs.
"Nonny! Get your cute, sexy flank up here right now before I lose my mind!" Pinkie cried.
Not one to keep a lady waiting if he could help it, Anon scrambled to his feet and rushed upstairs. As he barged through the door to Pinkie's room, he was treated to a downright sinful sight.
"Woah... Damn, Pinks..." He muttered, letting out a low whistle.
Laying there before him, her hind legs spread wide and her hoof playing with her clit as she half-liddedly stared at him, Pinkie was a sight to behold. Her tail swayed back and forth off the edge of the bed, acting like a pendulum to hypnotizingly glue his gaze to the perfect pink-on-pink of her syrupy folds. The puffy lips of her vulva were just barely reddened with need and lust, while her marehood practically leaked all over her ponut and dock.
Anon licked his lips as he approached, quickly falling to his knees before the pink pony as she bit her lip.
"You know, I've always wondered something about you, Pinkie." Anon admitted, before leaning forward and drawing a long, slow, and heavy lick up her slit, capturing a healthy dose of her fluids on his tongue.
Pinkie hissed in pleasure, her hind leg twitching as she watched Anon go down on her, "O-Oh? W-what's that... Nonny?" She groaned, her body rocking with tingles as his tongue slid into her depths.
Anon slowly drew back, a string of her juices connecting his lips to hers, "Holy shit... you really do taste like cotton candy." He muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.
Pinkie let out a giggle into her hoof, which quickly turned to a long, drawn out moan as Anon dove back into her folds with gusto. His tongue slipped through her labia, caressing the nerves of her most sensitive spot and sending waves of euphoria through her entire body. His nose brushed against her clit over and over as he lapped at her insides, greedily gulping down every mouthful of her essence he could as his cock throbbed in need.
Anon suckled on Pinkie's lower lips, holding her hips in place with his hands as he continued to eat her out. The pleasure drove her mad, making her try, in vain, to buck her hips toward the source of pleasure accosting her with such virile ferocity. He drew his tongue up her snatch until it reached her clit, and then flicked it off of the bulbous nub as it aggressively winked at him, begging to be stimulated. It didn't take long at all for Anon's skilled oral to not just push, but outright shove Pinkie over the edge.
Stars appeared in her vision as she climaxed, her velveteen walls convulsing on Anon's tongue as she squirted delicious, cotton candy flavored marecum straight into his waiting maw. She throatily moaned as her hindlegs quivered in Anon's grasp, her teats bouncing in place as she rode through one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever experienced. Pinkie threw her head back, her back arching heavily as the throes of passion made her lightheaded and dizzy.
It took her a few moments to come back down to her high, but when she did, it was to the sensation of Anon continuing to lick away at her overly-stimulated cunt, her clit winking out in rapid succession as her hips pumped with each lick of his dexterous tongue.
"Hah... hah... N-Nonny..." Pinkie moaned, struggling to catch her breath as her chest heaved with each lick.
Anon glanced up to her, still continuing to feast on her folds, his eyebrows raising in indication that he'd heard her.
"I-I could... r-really use you inside me... right now, please?" Pinkie asked, having to fight to restrain herself from moaning.
Anon planted one last kiss on her folds, the perfect parting gift as she winked just in time with his kiss, allowing him to plant his lips entirely on the burning red nub. Pinkie whined in pleasure as Anon finally stopped his assault on her sex, opting instead to slowly trail his way up as he climbed atop her. He planted deft, loving kisses on her vulva, then lovingly suckled on each teat, before slowly trailing his way up her belly. He paused at her belly button, making her giggle as he licked the nub, before continuing his trail of kisses up to her chest, then her throat, and finally, her lips.
Pinkie moaned into the kiss, wrapping her hindlegs around Anon's hips as she felt his waist press against hers. She could feel the heat and weight of Anon's cock as it pressed against her sopping folds, through his pants. She pawed at his back with her hooves, getting him to pull back enough to see her to glance down at his crotch and bite her lip.
Anon smirked down at her and hooked his thumbs around his pants and underwear, slowly slipping the garments down his legs until they fell to the floor and his cock spilled out. The meaty shaft of manhood flopped onto Pinkie's moist snatch with an audible *slap*, making her gasp.
"Oh, Nonny... Buck, I want you to fill me up." Pinkie instructed, glancing up to meet his piercing eyes.
"Oh, so you want a... cream filling, then?" Anon grinned.
Pinkie rapidly nodded, "I want you to give me so many cream pies that I'll have to close down early for the day." She agreed, darting forward and licking Anon's neck.
Anon shrugged, "I suppose that can be arranged." He chuckled.
Reaching down with a hand, Anon grabbed his member and lined it up with Pinkie's slit. While she continued to lick and suckle on his neck, giving him a hickey in the process, he slowly pressed forward. The mushroom head of his cock speared into Pinkie's slippery folds with ease, piercing her interspecies barrier in one fell swoop. The penetration, while quick, was monumentous in its sensations. Instant, blistering heat assaulted Anon's cock as Pinkie's insides constricted around him like a snare, holding onto him tightly as his hips connected against hers with a meaty *plap*.
Pinkie whorishly moaned as she was utterly stuffed with Anon's titan of man meat. Her walls clenched and tightened around him as he slowly slid himself out, dragging his sinfully pleasurable cockhead out, millimeter by millimeter. As painful as the slow denial of the full feeling was, it was mercifully short lived as the moment Anon's cockhead bulged her labia, ready to exit, he thrust back into her, slapping his hips against hers with a wet squelch as her marish juices squirted out around the impact zone.
Pinkie's eyes rolled back in her head as Anon towered over her, his scent and taste flooding her sinuses and tastebuds while his cock stuffed her to the point she thought she would burst. Each impact of his head against her deepest barrier was like lightning shooting up her spine, sending tingles of pleasure and euphoria throughout her body. It was enough to drive the higher functions out of her brain, reducing her to a passenger in her own body as Anon's thrusts made her head spin. Her mind struggled to comprehend the sheer magnitude of ecstasy coursing through her veins as each and every impact drove her utterly wild with desire.
Over and over Anon pounded her pussy, the force of his impacts sending waves of jiggling flesh up Pinkie's body. Her teats flopped back and forth, beet red from Anon's suckling and pinching as her entire body blushed from how hard and fast her heart was beating. With how hot and bothered he was, especially after eating her out for so long, it didn't take long at all for Anon to reach his end. His speed increased, his balls slapping Pinkie's pert little ponut with vigor as his pace reached animalistic proportions.
With one more titanic thrust, Anon shoved his cock deep into Pinkie's depths, punching right into her womb as a torrent of his seed flooded into her. Pinkie gasped and moaned as she felt the firehose that was Anon's cock filling her up with seed. Spurt after spurt of his essence filled her and leaked out past her lips, dripping down over her ponut and into her tail. Through it all, Anon stayed locked in place, his heart hammering in his chest as his cock throbbed again and again, each time pumping another load of human seed straight into Pinkie's cervix.
Finally, Anon came down from his high, supporting himself with his hands as he draped himself over the pink mare beneath him. His seed drizzled down his thighs and Pinkie's tail, staining the sheets with his spunk as his sweat slid down his body. Beneath him, heaving in his scent with each passing second, Pinkie bit her lip and hooked her hind legs around Anon's waist, squeezing him just a bit closer.
"That was... amazing, Nonny... but I didn't hear no bell." She grinned, a salacious look in her bright blue eyes.
Anon returned the grin, "Neither did I... just gimme a second to catch my breath." He replied.
Pinkie eagerly nodded, giving him ample time. Once Anon was ready again, he moved to pull out, but Pinkie's leglock prevented him from pulling back at all. Unsurprisingly, as an Earth pony, she was infinitely stronger than she looked.
"N-no, don't pull out. I like having a bit of you inside of me." Pinkie ordered, shaking her head.
Anon snorted in amusement, "Alright, I won't. But can I roll you over? I wanna try a different position." He suggested.
Pinkie nodded, releasing her leglock on him and slowly rolling over on the bed while ensuring that his length did not slip from her depths and allow his seed to spill out. Quick enough, she was on all fours again, though her forelegs almost immediately gave out as Anon thrust deep into her slit once more. The jolt of pleasure and pressure knocked her senseless, forcing a deep moan from her lips as Pinkie was sent to new highs once more.
As it had before, the pleasureful pistoning into her folds began anew, and with his new position atop of her, Anon was able to wrap her curly tail around his hand and tug, yanking her dock upwards and sending yet another spike of pleasure straight to her brain. With the combined stimuli driving her utterly mad, combined with the fact that she was already nearly at euphoria's doorstep after Anon's previous efforts, it didn't take long at all for Pinkie to reach her peak once more. She moaned and mumbled into the bedsheets as she came all over Anon's prick.
Her syrupy nectar drooled out and around Anon's thrusting cock, dripping down her inner thighs and soaking the bedsheets as her legs trembled. Still, Anon continued to fuck her through her orgasm, not slowing for a moment as her walls convulsed and constricted around him, milking him for all he was worth.
"F-fuck, Pinks..." Anon muttered, yanking on her tail once more.
"F-fuck me, Nonny... Celestia, why didn't we do this sooner?" Pinkie groaned, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as Anon did exactly as he was told.
"I wish I knew." Anon replied, climbing up higher onto the bed.
In doing so, he gained a better angle to thrust straight down with all his weight. While it seemed somewhat brutal to use his entire body weight on a creature less than half his size, he'd been with enough mares by now to know that if he angled it just right...
"Gyahh!" Pinkie squealed, her eyes shooting wide open as her g-spot was utterly obliterated by the full force of Anon's weight slamming his cock against it.
Her legs now violently trembling, Pinkie fought for words, but found none as drool leaked out of her open mouth, frozen in shock. The sheets below her cheek were soaked as she desperately tried to heave air into her lungs. Unfortunately, just as she managed to breathe some air in, it was just as quickly forced straight out of her by another titanic thrust from Anon.
Now pummeling her g-spot, yanking hard on her dock, and dripping sweat all over her as he pounded Pinkie's slit, Anon was the perfect picture of a dominating, masculine, male. The combined stimulus was so intense, so amazing, and so delicious that Pinkie could only hold on for a mere minute before she desperately tapped on the mattress, making Anon pause.
"Pinkie? You... you good?" Anon panted.
"Y-yeah..." Pinkie croaked.
"Want me... to stop?" Anon questioned, some genuine concern bleeding into his voice.
Pinkie shook her head as much as she could, "N-no... just... about to black out... is all." She replied, with a weak chuckle.
Anon glanced down at her for a few moments, his brow knitted in thought before coming to a decision. He reached down, wrapping his arms around Pinkie's midsection and slowly laid down on his side, dragging her down with him.
"H-hah... Non...Nonny?" Pinkie asked, weakly craning her neck to glance up at him.
Anon silenced any questions she had by planting his lips against hers and slowly, sensually thrusting his hips forward once more. The result was immediate, and Pinkie gratefully whimpered into the kiss as she placed a hoof over Anon's hand. He felt her lightly squeeze his appendage as his hips *plapped* against hers slow and steady. Both of them were so close to cumming already that it didn't take long at all, and with the kiss as their catalyst, they soon reached orgasm once more.
Just as before, Anon thrust his hips forward with one last thrust, spearing his cock as deep into Pinkie's womb as he could before pumping her full with his seed. Human sperm flooded her depths once more, swimming through her insides in search of an egg to fertilize while her walls quivered and convulsed, milking Anon's length for as much of his cum as she could.
Together, they rode the wave of passion flowing through them, their kiss connecting them somehow even more intimately than the lewd coupling they were engaged in at the hips. As their orgasms tapered down, they still continued the kiss, both content to roll their tongues over one another and just taste each other. Anon's hand slowly slid up Pinkie's belly until it reached her chest, where it promptly sunk into her tuft while she continued to hold his hand with her hoof all the while.
Finally, when they did pull apart, they stared into each other's eyes, the weariness of their physical efforts taking a toll and catching up to them at last.
"I'm... really glad we did this, Nonny." Pinkie smiled.
"Me too... and I know I don't want this to be the only time." Anon replied, brushing a strand of her curly mane out of her eyes.
Pinkie giggled, "So, is this a formal invitation to join your herd, then?" She smiled.
Anon nodded, "I... may have quite a bit on my hands these days but... well, it just won't feel complete until you're in there with us, Pinks."
Pinkie beamed, "Then I can't wait to do this with you and the rest of the girls. I'll have to make pies for everypony!" She cheered.
Anon snickered, "Cream pies?"
Pinkie gigglesnorted, "No, silly. You make the cream pies around here."
Anon smiled, "And don't you forget it." He replied, kissing her deeply.
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The intimidating visage of the Changeling Queen skulked through the dark Everfree Forest, her menacing eyes glancing about in search of her prey. She found herself here not by choice, but rather out of need. Her ears swiveled on her head as she sniffed the ground, the little radar dishes doing well to alert her of any incoming threats long before they could get even remotely close.
Nearly a year after her defeat at the hooves of Starlight Glimmer and the traitorous changeling Thorax, Chrysalis was in a sorry state. Her barrel was noticeably thin, with her elytra only serving to highlight the lack of meat under her chitin. She found her stomach growling nearly constantly as she scavenged for food for so many months on her own. The bubbling laughter and joy emanating from the nearby town of Ponyville only made it that much worse and humiliating as she struggled to just stay alive.
The decision to stay away, to bide her time and wait until the moment was right to strike, was one that she made in a clearer state of mind. It was one she abided by for so long that she truly believed she could do it, but that time was now long gone. What it was, she couldn't say, but the sheer volume of love pouring out of the little settlement was driving her absolutely mad. It doesn't make any sense. It shouldn't be possible, and yet, there it is all the same. Nearly as much love as the Crystal Empire, just out of her reach. There for the taking yet she could have none of it, not without an army.
She'd tried to stay away, oh how she'd tried, yet the hunger was simply too much. She was certain that she could stand above her more base urges, but oh how wrong she was. The town just before her was not only ripe with love, it was overflowing with lust. Given a choice between the two, she'd take lust every single time. There really wasn't anything that tasted quite as sweet as lust, no matter how much diabetes-inducing sugar the ponies put in their food.
She peaked through a small bush just large enough to hide her tall frame, her slitted pupils dilating nearly instantaneously as she saw her prey. The object of her affections stood there just out of her reach, blissfully unaware of her presence, enjoying a... date with the same six ponies who'd bested her the first time at Cadence and Shining Armor's wedding.
"Rainbow, go long!" He called, his silky, masculine voice ringing in her ears like a crescendo that made her loins quiver in need.
The rainbow maned blur of a pegasus darted off at speeds that no mortal creature should be able to achieve, leaving behind a literal streak of prismatic color behind her. As she zoomed away, the tall, bipedal specimen of utter perfection cocked his impressive arm back, his bulging muscles glistening in the mid-day summer sunlight. Chrysalis didn't even notice the ball in his hand as he threw it with his might, but she certainly did see the droplets of sweat and man-essence that flicked off of his wrist as he launched the projectile in earnest.
"Ooh, good throw, Nonny!" The pink one exclaimed, cheering from the sidelines.
"Yer gettin' mighty strong, partner. Soon enough you'll be able to buck apples with the best of 'em." The orange, farmer one added.
Then, as his sweet voice filled her ears, bliss.
"Oh, I don't know about that, AJ. That's still your and Big Mac's department. I'll settle for 'strong enough to carry one of my mares in each arm'." Anon chuckled, prompting a chorus of similar reactions from the five mares gathered around him.
The sixth wasn't far behind, quickly darting in with the ball held in her hooves and hovering just a hoof's length away from him as she practically beamed up at him like a loving puppy.
"Was that fast or was that fast? Huh? What'cha think, Big Guy?" She asked, desperately seeking approval.
"I think you're still the fastest pegasus in the world, Dashie." He replied, tussling her mane with his glorious, beautiful, and dexterous fingers.
The nerve. What a pathetic creature, begging for his touch... it should be ME getting headpats and praise! Chrysalis thought to herself, as any sane queen would.
"A-Anon! Don't!" The pegasus tried to protest, her weak flailing doing absolutely nothing to discourage the tussling he continued to give her.
Anon... that was the most beautiful, sensual, and spectacular name she'd ever heard. Just hearing it made her drool in more places than one. Chrysalis clamped her thighs together to stop the chafing that would happen if she continued to leak like an open faucet. She wasn't going to let that happen again, not for a third time...
"Ah, you know you love it." Anon replied, snickering as he finally pulled away, leaving the prismatic pest absolutely flushed with arousal and embarrassment.
Lust was in no short supply among these six, yet the love they each radiated off toward Anon made Chrysalis absolutely sick with envy. Envy that most certainly did not look good on a Queen, of all creatures. So it was here that she found herself, for the fourth day in a row, her heart hammering in her chest as she stared longingly at the creature she already knew could feed her and breed her with a hive large enough to wipe out all of Equestria.
Chrysalis grit her teeth as the six of them hugged and kissed Anon, HER Anon. She could practically smell their intent from afar, the half-lidded gaze they all gave him leaving little room for doubt with regards to their goals. They wanted to drain him dry. They wanted to leave him with nothing left for her to rebuild her hive with! Righteous fury welled in her chest as she prepared to leap from the bush and steal her prize away from the lowly ponies she saw before her, yet just as she crouched to pounce, the back door of the castle opened, revealing several more mares.
"Got some ice cold lemonade for the stud out here!" a unicorn called out, holding the glass in her hoof as her broken horn was useless at such tasks.
"Ah, thanks, Fizzy!" Anon called back to her.
A snow white earth pony and a ditzy, gray pegasus quickly trotted over to him as well, followed by the plum coated unicorn. None of these three were threatening enough to stay the changeling Queen, no... what followed after them was. Regal and beautiful as the night itself, Princess Luna emerged from the castle as well, yawning into her hoof as she beheld the group before her.
"How is our dear Anon? Having fun?" She asked, smiling despite the sun blinding her slightly.
Chrysalis turned away as her ears clamped down against her scalp. She couldn't bear to hear anymore of their... lovey-dovey goo-goo talk. She blinked back the beginnings of tears in her eyes as she snuck away from the bush.
Why did he have to already start a herd so large? I could handle the six of them... maybe even the other ones, but two alicorns? Bah! It's impossible! Chrysalis thought to herself, idly kicking a small pebble with her hoof.
"One alicorn was problem enough, then he bangs another, and another. At this rate, there's only one alicorn... left..." She muttered.
In that one moment, a thought came to the forefront of her mind. A devious thought. A dangerous thought. A brilliant thought... Sitting on her haunches and rubbing her hooves together, a sinister smile found its way onto her face.
"Oh, that's good... I like that... soon, you will be mine, Anon... and with your seed filling me, I'll be able to birth an Empire." She muttered, her fanged smirk lingering as she trotted away to conduct her devious scheme.
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Anon wiped his brow as he finished the last few steps of the jog he'd gone on with Rainbow Dash. As had become the norm during their little runs, she'd jumped his bones the second they were no longer within earshot of Ponyville and ridden him until she nearly passed out, making the return jog considerably more entertaining for the lone human of Equestria. Her gait relegated to a limp, the fastest pegasus in the land always struggled to keep pace with him after their little 'private sessions'.
"You good, Rainbow?" Anon teased, catching his breath.
"You're... lucky my flanks are... raw, big guy." Rainbow panted, her legs trembling slightly as she finally reached his side.
Anon snickered, "Last I checked, that was because you wanted to 'ride me until you saw stars'. "
Rainbow rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah. Help me up the stairs, will ya'? Twi usually knows just the trick with that magic of hers... I'd say AJ gives the best massages but Twi just has some kind of special talent with it. Aloe and Lotus should hire her." She chuckled.
Just as Anon reached down to help his prismatic mate, however, they both felt, rather than saw, an impact on the ground just beside them. Both glanced over to the side and gasped in shock as they beheld none other than the princess of the sun, herself.
"P-Princess Celestia!" Anon exclaimed, quickly kneeling before the gorgeous and majestic alicorn, Rainbow quickly following suit.
Celestia gave a small, if somewhat predatory smile, "Why hello there, my little human. Ah, Rainbow Dash, fancy seeing you here as well."
Rainbow tilted her head slightly to the side, "It... is? I'm always around Ponyville." She replied, her tone laced with confusion.
Celestia giggled behind her wing, "I simply mean that it is good to see you. I see that Luna's tales of the herd you've all formed were no joke."
Both Rainbow and Anon's eyes widened, "You... you know about the herd?" Anon asked, aghast.
"I thought Luna was still waiting for the right moment to tell you? Isn't that what she said last night?" Rainbow quizzically questioned, looking to Anon.
"I thought she did... uh, sorry, Princess. We would've told you much sooner but... Luna was adamant that she would tell you when she was ready."
Celestia giggled once more and dismissively waved a hoof at them both, "Oh, please. I'm not angry in the least. In fact, once she told me, I had to come down myself to see just what a specimen of a male my sister had developed an attraction for. It's been so long since I've seen you last and might I say, you're looking quite well." She complimented, genuinely.
Anon blushed profusely at the praise from the single most powerful creature in the kingdom. He loved Luna, dearly, but everyone knew she didn't run the kingdom quite yet. Celestia still had much to teach her about such duties, as she'd lament almost nightly.
"You flatter me, Princess." Anon replied, bashfully.
"Not at all, in fact, I'd like to get to know you a bit better, myself. Might you be free for a few hours' time?" Celestia asked, leaning in slightly.
Her nostrils flared repeatedly as she closed in, a fact that Anon quickly noticed and nervously gulped.
"Uh, absolutely. Let me just shower real quick so I don't uh... give anypony the wrong impression." He sheepishly offered.
Celestia quickly and violently shook her head, "Nonsense. You're perfectly fine as is. In fact, I should like to take you for a stroll right now." She declared, firmly.
Anon owlishly blinked for a few moments at the sudden forwardness of the solar diarch, but who was he to question royalty of her power and age? He quickly glanced over to Rainbow, finding her shrugging at him.
"I... guess I've still got plenty of energy in the tank. Besides, Luna's asleep right now and I don't want to make a bunch of noise in the castle and wake her." Anon rationalized aloud.
Rainbow nodded, "I'll see you when you get back," She said, before quickly leaning in to Anon's ear. "Make her scream your name so loud that Luna wakes up from her nap." She ordered, her voice little more than a lusty purr.
Anon shook his head and bid the prismatic pegasus goodbye as he walked over to Celestia's side. Gladly wrapping a wing around his back and leading him onward, Celestia smiled as she gave the human beside her a longing side-eye.
"So, where to, Princess?" Anon asked, curiously.
"Oh, there was the beautiful little trail that leads right up to the Everfree Forest I'd just love to take you to." Celestia replied, a little bit of breathiness in her voice.
Anon nodded, "Alright. Twilight said the forest used to be super scary and dangerous but apparently it's not so bad now. In fact, I've heard it's quite beautiful in there." He commented.
Celestia rolled her eyes, "Oh, I suppose it's alright. Awfully muggy during summer, though." She replied.
Anon tilted his head to the side, "Have you been there recently?"
Celestia's eyes widened ever so slightly, "Um... no, not recently. I just recall it being less than pleasant, though as you said, it's changed over the years... in fact, maybe we could take a stroll into the forest, where we can have some time in private?" She asked, her eyes giving Anon a predatory glare.
Anon smiled, "Sure thing, princess. I totally get it. I know what that means." He chuckled, gently patting Celestia's back.
She blinked at the contact but continued to give a sickeningly sweet smile as the pair continued. The walk through the mid-day sun was long and regretfully arduous. The temperatures soared to nearly triple digits, making both Anon and the snow white alicorn beside him sweat from the heat, the former even more than he was already. It didn't take long at all for the scent of his sweat to start to have an effect on the mare within an arm's length.
Celestia's nostrils flared repeatedly as she wafted in Anon's scent, her tail lifting and swaying more with each step she took. She found that while it was certainly hot out and she was already sweating, she felt extremely hot, to an almost unnatural degree. She dryly swallowed and glanced up to the sun, glaring at the ball of fire in the sky as beads of sweat dribbled down her neck.
"Today's a scorcher, ain't it?" Anon teased, glancing at the sweating alicorn beside him.
Celestia growled slightly, "If only that blasted ball of light wasn't so hot, it'd be a much more agreeable temperature, today."
Anon raised an eyebrow, "Don't... you control it? If it's too hot even for you, why don't you make it cooler?" He wondered.
Celestia shook her head, "It doesn't work like that. Confounded thing has a mind of its own." She replied, quickly.
Anon nodded, "You, uh... feeling alright?"
Celestia glanced at him curiously, "Of course. It's just hot out, is all. Why?" She asked.
"Well it's just that you're panting and blushing a bit." Anon explained, pointing to Celestia's reddened cheeks.
"It's as I said. The sun is just a bit much, today. Also the humidity out here is absurd. You're sweating up a storm, yourself." She replied, gesturing to Anon's slickened chest.
Anon nodded, "Fair enough. Just making sure you aren't losing it yet." He replied.
Celestia laughed out loud, "Oh, don't worry about me, pretty colt. I won't be losing anything, today." She replied, a manic grin forming on her face for just a moment before she quickly coughed and glanced away, "Uh, that is to say, I will only have something to gain from your company." She offered, weakly.
Anon held her gaze for a few moments before chuckling and wrapping an arm around her wither, pulling her slightly closer. Hell if it wasn't a gamble, given her royal status but as far as he was concerned, the goal of their meeting was well and truly established. Might as well get on with the good stuff and show Sunbutt just why her sister tried to keep him a secret for the past few weeks.
"Princess, that's all you had to say. By the way, I've always thought you were absolutely stunning. Easily the peak of beauty, as far as ponies are concerned." Anon complimented, his salty scent absolutely washing over Celestia's senses as he held her close.
The suddenly extremely close proximity to the human made Celestia pause mid-step. She took a deep gasp of shock from his sudden action, sending a jet of his salty smell straight into her lungs. Almost instantaneously, the effects of his pheromones hit her like a truck, taking the thoughts right out of her mind. Her tail instantly flagged high in the air, luckily not straight in Anon's view, but such luck was not meant to last, as her wings flared out at their full extension at the same time, making it incredibly obvious to both the human and anypony looking that she had a massive wingboner. Her chest fluff instantly puffed up and her pupils dilated from her brain functions shifting into mating mode only.
The words he'd spoken washed over her, his breath so close and yet so far. She could practically taste him as he pressed himself against her, his unclothed chest giving her all the access to his firm and sexy chest that she could handle. That combined with the absolutely pungent scent of a man who'd been sweaty for a while now, and she couldn't stand it even a moment longer.
"I... buck this." Celestia replied, quickly igniting her horn in a fiery green.
Anon nearly jumped in shock as he was engulfed in green energy and suddenly teleported deep into the forest. The sudden relocation was so jarring that he almost fell over, but quickly latched on to the snow-white fur of the solar alicorn for support. However, that quickly proved to be a bad decision as she erupted into flames not a moment later, throwing him away and to the ground from the shock and force of such a transformation.
"Gah!" Anon exclaimed, struggling to comprehend what exactly had just transpired.
He was wholly unprepared to be shoved to the ground, an imposing and very black hoof pressing against his chest while another slammed into the ground just beside his head. He stared up at the creature now towering over him, her hot breath washing over his face as she panted on top of him.
The first things to catch his eye were the imposing, intimidating, and downright alluring eyes staring down at him. Forest green irises framed slitted pupils that focused entirely on him, as if there simply wasn't another being in the entire world that could steal their gaze. Truth be told, Anon could only just barely tell that they were slitted like a cat's eyes, as they were so dilated that they were almost circular.
He was shaken from his musings with regards to the unique set of eyes staring into his soul as he felt another wave of her hot breath wash over his face. She smelled sweet, almost like honey, though there was the unmistakable scent of a mare in need permeating through the air as her tail wagged back and forth, wafting her natural scent in Anon's direction. His gaze slowly falling to her open mouth, Anon was treated to an open maw, fanged teeth dripping with drool as the dark creature on top of him continued to huff his scent like her life depended on it.
"U-Uh... who... who are you?" Anon asked, still slightly in shock.
"I-I am Chrysalis-Queen! Queen Chrysalis of the changeling hive! A-and you... you will be my... buck me, you smell so good... m-my vessel with which I will -buck me- restore my hive!" Chrysalis answered, trying her best to sound intimidating and strong.
Anon tilted his head to the side, "Chrysalis? Wait a second, I remember you. Twilight and her friends stopped you from taking over the world like, twice, right?" He asked, curiously.
Chrysalis snarled, making him wince, "That... is an oversimplification!"
Anon held up his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay. I thought that you were... ya' know... gone, or something? Didn't Thorax-"
Any further words Anon had to say were silenced by a hoof slamming into the ground beside his head once more.
"Don't say that traitor's name! I-I will destroy him when I -buck, I'm so hot- when I get my new hive!" Chrysalis spat, leaning down even more on top of Anon.
Whether she knew it or not, the changeling Queen subconsciously started rubbing her moistened snatch against Anon's thigh as she laid down on top of him. Anon, being keenly aware of the sudden wetness on his knee, raised an eyebrow in shock and surprise at the Changeling Queen's actions.
"I'm going to... take what's mine... don't you worry, Anon... you'll love every second of it" Chrysalis muttered, leaning down and planting a longing kiss on Anon's neck.
Briefly paralyzed with fear at the knowledge that such a sharp row of teeth were just millimeters from his throat, Anon gulped as Chrysalis continued to plant kisses on his neck. She quickly opened her maw and allowed her long, snake-like tongue to slither out of her mouth and draw a long, sensual lick up the side of Anon's cheek. Loath as he was to admit it, the sensations of her tongue and her scalding snatch rubbing against his leg was quickly sending a rush of blood straight to Anon Jr.
"We'll start a hive all our own," Chrysalis licked him once more, tracing the contours of his ear until she snaked the forked tip of her tongue inside, " Mmmhffpp," She groaned, her clit rapidly winking as the flavor of pure, unfiltered Anon sank into her taste buds.
Though it was different from a pony's fur, Anon couldn't deny that the soft, smooth chitin of the Changeling Queen felt remarkably good as she pressed herself against him. The warmth radiating off of her was uncomfortably hot on an already scorching day, though the shade of the forest provided them both some relief in that regard. Still, her ministrations did not fail to bring him to full mast, even despite the fear he felt in his chest as one of the most legendary villains in Equestria had him dead to rights. It took almost no time at all for the shapeshifter to feel the turgid length of robust man meat pressing between her teats, almost as if to remind her of what her goals were.
"Oh, that's a good boy... nice and hard... y-you're liking this almost as much as I am, aren't you?" Chrysalis breathily whispered, her lips just a few millimeters from Anon's ear.
Knowing full well that his sweat and scent had a profound impact on mares and stallions alike, Anon knew the signs of such effects on the equine body. That said, Chrysalis was not a normal pony, and the signs she was displaying could very well just be normal for a changeling about to abduct and breed with her chosen mate for all he knew. Anon had to come to a decision, and being a glorified dildo was not on his list of desires, at least not in the middle of a dirty, dark forest.
Chrysalis wasted no more time with foreplay, her horn igniting in a green light that literally burned his clothes away in green fire. Anon screamed in alarm, only to be silenced by the Changeling Queen pressing her lips against his, her tongue snaking into his mouth and utterly dominating him in a matter of seconds. The slithering appendage explored every millimeter of his mouth, rolling over his tongue, pressing against his canines to explore his uniquely human spread of molars, incisors, and canines, then tickling the roof of his mouth.
Loath as he was to admit it, the experience was as arousing as it was terrifying, and with his cock now pressed firmly between two extremely soft breasts, it took no time at all for a bead of pre to spill from his tip. As if smelling blood in the water, Chrysalis broke the kiss, swallowing any saliva she could scrape from inside Anon's mouth before turning her head down to stare at his cock, squished between her teats.
"Mmmhmmm... Don't mind if I have a little taste..." She purred, slinking down Anon's body until her muzzle reached his cock.
Like a voracious predator, she opened her maw wide and allowed his manhood to slip into her jaws. Her long, dexterous, and exquisitely soft tongue instantly wrapped around his cock like an anaconda coiling around its prey. The sensations of warmth, moisture and movement as she stroked his cock with her tongue, made Anon gasp and buck his hips toward the source of pleasure. Chrysalis grinned around his cock, her fear-inspiring eyes staring at his as she sunk her muzzle down, engulfing his cock in her maw until her snout pressed firmly against his pelvis.
Anon was shocked and taken aback as her tongue continued to stroke up and down his cock without her moving her head an inch. Her cheeks hollowed slightly as she applied suction, the velveteen flesh of her mouth pressing on any spot of his cock not wrapped in her slick tongue.
The combined sensations were so breathtakingly erotic and powerful, making Anon buck his hips toward the source of pleasure like a trained animal, giving her exactly what she wanted. It didn't take long at all for her to push him over the edge, and with a long groan of pleasure, Anon came straight into the Changeling Queen's throat.
Feeling the first rope of seed shoot straight to the back of her throat, Chrysalis quickly released her suction-like hold on Anon's cock and allowed it to slip down to her lips, where she gleefully held it as the rest of Anon's leg-shaking orgasm spilled over her taste buds. If the power of his scent wasn't enough to drive her absolutely wild, the taste of his musky, warm, virile seed on her palate made her orgasm on the spot. A squelch of marecum squirted out of her slit as she moaned deeply in her throat, the flavors of man filling her senses and clouding her mind.
As the last of Anon's orgasm finally petered out and ended, he panted for breath, a renewed sheen of sweat erupting on his skin as he stared down at the intimidatingly beautiful being slurping the last of his essence from his cock. As she pulled away, she opened her luscious lips, giving him a clear view of his seed absolutely filling her mouth. She even had to tilt her head back to keep any of it from spilling out, as it was almost overflowing. Her head pointed skyward, she audibly gulped down the impressive load, the bulge traveling down her neck in plain view of Anon's wide eyes.
"More... I... need more." Chrysalis muttered, licking her lips to catch any and all excess she might have missed.
She quickly clambered on top of Anon, angling her snatch over his cock as her marecum drizzled on top of his slickened shaft. She hardly waited for him to catch his breath before plapping her rear onto his groin, the length of his shaft rubbing against her folds as she rocked back and forth on top of him.
"F-fuck..." Anon groaned, grabbing either side of her waist with his hands.
"Mmmh... this is... almost too much... I... need you to fill me... be... be a good boy and put a nice brood of changelings in me, won't you?" Chrysalis sweetly asked, her voice a mockery of any actual kindness.
Sitting up enough to give her room to angle Anon's cock, she used her magic to line him up with her slit and slowly sank down onto his hips once more. The mushroom head of his cock slowly spread her labia, slipping into her folds and sending wave after wave of pleasure shooting up her carapace as Anon penetrated her. Slick and moist as both their sexes already were, the penetration went smoothly, and after a painfully pleasurable minute, Chrysalis's hips connected with Anon's once more. Throwing her head back, Chrysalis ignited her horn and rubbed both her teats, her tongue lolling out as she rocked her hips back and forth to stimulate herself even further.
For his part, Anon was struggling to complain. Granted, being molested by the one still-evil changeling in the Everfree Forest of all places was less than ideal, but the tight, constricting confines of her honeypot was something on an entirely different level than anything he'd ever experienced before. Compared to any human girls, mares had an extraordinary amount of vaginal control, leading to the best sex of his life. Chrysalis, on the other hand, was on an entirely different level. Her slick, clinging, and constricting walls massaged his cock up and down, milking him for everything he was worth before the actual sex even began.
Anon could feel the actual walls of Chrysalis's insides shifting up and down, pleasurable bulbs and ridges rubbing against every square centimeter of his shaft as her clit rapidly winked against the base of his cock again and again like a series of firm, loving kisses. Combined with the raw heat inside of her slit, and the way her predatory eyes struck a sense of fear and intense arousal in him, and Anon was struggling to not cum again already.
However, the battle was only beginning, as Chrysalis finally tired of her rocking and began lifting herself up. Her moist, tight walls clung to his manhood with each and every inch, almost as if her sex were waging a war against her own body, trying desperately to keep him inserted as deeply as possible while she lifted herself up. However, even as her insides fought, her legs were stronger, and she slowly rose until just the tip of Anon's cock was still lodged inside of her.
Then with no fanfare at all, she dropped, all her weight unceremoniously slamming down onto Anon's waist with a wet, meaty *squelch*. Her juices squirted out over her tail and onto Anon's chest, while her action forced his cock straight up into her cervix so hard that she saw stars. Chrysalis threw her head back and whorishly howled in pleasure, her legs quivering under the intense pleasure spike that rocketed through her entire body. Anon's cockhead pressed firmly against the horde of eggs she had prepared for fertilization, all waiting and ready for his seed as his shaft was mercilessly assaulted with pleasure.
Anon, for his part, grunted in both pain and pleasure from the sudden weight dropping onto his groin. Fortunately, his testes were out of the line of fire but he certainly didn't have time to thank his lucky stars as Chrysalis quickly planted her legs and lifted herself up again.
Just as she'd done before, she dropped all her weight onto Anon's waist, slamming his cock as deep into her folds as it could possibly go, her long, flexible, forked tongue lolling out as she panted for breath. Over and over the penetrations went, her walls tightly squeezing and milking him on the way up, desperately trying to hold him inside of her, only for her to slam him deep into her sex just a moment later.
With the new pace established and his body being used as a living dildo, Anon found himself utterly at the shapeshifting Queen's mercy. He desperately tried to find a way to turn the odds in his favor, but it was a losing battle at every turn. Her lavish insides were tormenting him with pleasure just as much as his scent was tormenting her with arousal.
"B-buck... put a clutch of grubs in me, Anon... my... sexy king..." Chrysalis moaned, looking down to meet Anon's eyes.
Seeing that there was the briefest moment of lucidity in the queen, Anon struck with the only move he could manage. He quickly reached up grabbing a hold of her mane with both hands and furiously pulled, dragging her head down to his. Her eyes wide in shock and pain, she was silenced before she could utter a word by Anon's lips smacking into hers. Her wide-eyed stare of shock quickly turned half-lidded as she felt his tongue prod her lips, snaking its way into her fanged maw. She gleefully accepted his advance, snaking her own tongue around his and sensually rolling over it as she sat still on his cock, her hips pressed firmly against his.
Then, without warning once more, Anon grabbed a hold of her waist and, with all the strength he could muster, rolled her over onto her back. The sudden role reversal caught her off guard yet again, but she quickly leg-locked him before he could even think of pulling out. Fortunately for her, Anon had no such intentions, and quickly began pounding into her with as much speed and ferocity as he could muster.
"Gah! O-ooooh, buck... buck me... Anon... my king... yes, yeeeeeeees... I'll birth you a hive strong enough to take over the world!" Chrysalis exclaimed, her chest heaving as the breath was quite literally forced out of her lungs with each thrust of Anon's hips.
It didn't take much longer at all for Anon to reach his end. With one final, titanic thrust, he buried himself all the way to the hilt in the moist, transformative insides of the Changeling Queen. His cockhead pressed right into her womb, aimed right at the clutch of fertile eggs laying in wait beyond her cervix. The first spurt of his seed shot all over the first dozen eggs, painting them white as one of the most intense orgasms of his life hit Anon like a semi-truck. Lightning bolts of ecstasy shot up his spine as spurt after spurt of his virile seed filled the shapeshifter under him, completely covering the entire clutch of nearly a hundred eggs.
The feeling of his hot, steamy seed filling her womb sent Chrysalis to cloud nine. Her insides worked into overdrive, milking every last drop of Anon's seed as her leg-lock only got tighter. Wave after wave of euphoria washed over her, scrambling her brain and leaving her a twitching, convulsing mess under the onslaught of pleasure.
It took several minutes for both of them to come down from their high, both gasping for air after the strenuous ordeal, but as Anon moved to finally pull out, he found himself still utterly immobile.
"Y-you're... not going... anywhere... stud... not until... I know for certain... that every... last... egg... is fertilized." Chrysalis stated, her tongue still lolling out of her mouth.
Anon grimaced, knowing full well that his time with the changeling Queen was not yet at an end. She was still far too conscious and lucid, leaving him no choice but to continue the depraved exchange. He set his jaw and leaned down pinning both of Chrysalis's forelegs to the floor with his hands as he stared into her intimidating eyes.
"Then you'd better hang... on!" Anon grunted, slamming his hips against hers once more.
Chrysalis gasped in orgasmic glee as the impact sent yet another wave of tingles through her entire carapace. Her shapeshifting magic made it so that not a single drop of Anon's seed spilled out, despite the aggressive, rapid, angry motions of his thrusts, literally rocking her entire body and world.
On and on it went, the sex as much a battle as it was a testament to passion itself. The sun slowly slipped down the horizon until it finally crested and submerged, only for the moon to take its place. Yet as the world was plunged into darkness, Anon's entire world was green with light spilling from Chrysalis's horn as she illuminated their lovemaking for him. Hours of sex, regenerative spells, and more sex would break a lesser man, but still, Anon persisted. His hips were raw and his body entirely soaked in a sheen of sweat.
Beneath him, utterly drenched in her own cum and the sweat dripping onto her, Chrysalis's mind was gone. Her eyes rolled about uselessly in her head as she struggled to come down from what could have been her thousandth orgasm. A puddle of drool, sweat, and cum had formed around her, a testament to the endurance of a changeling queen with nothing left to lose, and everything left to gain. Her stomach visibly bulged from the sheer volume of semen sloshing around inside of her, utterly drenching her eggs in enough sperm to fertilize a village.
Finally, after one last herculean thrust from the man atop of her, he came one final time, and she finally lost consciousness from the overwhelming pleasure accosting her for so long. Resting on his knees, his entire body more exhausted than he'd ever felt in his entire life, Anon stared down at the most impressive lay he'd ever had. Even lifting his finger felt like a task that simply couldn't be done. He slowly caught his breath as the leg-lock broke around his waist, and he was free to remove his battered, thoroughly-abused cock from her sopping slit.
Not an ounce of his prolific loads slipped from her snatch, proving that she did indeed keep every last sperm cell in her womb. The thought of his load actually impregnating a creature in Equestria both frightened and amazed him, though he was hesitant to admit that out loud.
Truth be told, the hours and hours of sex had given him something of a strange respect for Chrysalis. Not that he'd be forgiving her any time soon for abducting him or anything, but as he finally managed to get to his feet and turn back in the direction of Ponyville, he found it hard to walk away. Something about leaving the shapeshifter here, alone, after the hours of amorous contact just felt... wrong. It could be quite literal Stockholm syndrome, yet it was there all the same.
As he stood there, staring at the beautiful visage of one of the worst villains in Equestria, Anon couldn't help but admire her. He nearly jumped as he heard voices calling his name out in the distance. He hesitantly turned to the voices of his herd, but paused.
"Should I..." He wondered aloud, eyeing the unconscious queen with unease.
It took a few more minutes, but as the voices of his loved ones grew closer, he made up his mind.