> The Conquests Of Baen > by Lucky424 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Coco > --------------------------------------------------------------------------         Having had to hastily dry her mane, Coco Pommel didn’t have time to style it to her usual standard, leaving it long and wavy as Baen the barbarian trotted towards the dance floor, the mare pressed against his side. Reaching the clear area that had been set aside for couples, Coco let out a gasp of surprise as Baen pulled her up with him as he stood on his rear hooves, wrapping his forelegs around her as hers rested on his shoulders. “Not what you were expecting?” All Coco could do was nod, disbelief stamped on her muzzle as Baen began to lead the dance, the other ponies gather looking on in shock; if anything, they were expecting the stallion to start a fight, not take a mare for himself and begin dancing. Yet there he was, holding an amberish gray mare close, her cheeks bright red as they stared into each other’s eyes. The evening wore on, and ponies started leaving, until only one couple was left, swaying to the now turned down music. It was at this point that Baen looked around and noticed they were alone, slowly lowering Coco back to the ground and bowing low in front of her. “Thank you for a wonderful evening, Shieldmaiden Coco. Would you permit this lowly warrior to escort you to your place of residence for the night?” All the mare could do when he looked up was nod slowly, Baen standing up and pressing against her side slightly, waving to her front with a hoof. She pressed back against him, giving subtle hints with her body as to which way to go, the pair trotting slowly through town until Carousel Boutique came into view. Opening the door, Coco turned around and glanced at the floor, feeling like there were butterfly’s tearing around inside of her. Taking a deep breath, she posed her question. “Baen… would you… like to stay the night with me?” She felt a hoof on her chin, and uncharacteristically for the barbarian, her muzzle was gently tilted up so that her light cyan eyes met his emerald green ones. At first she thought he was going to say no, but instead he moved closer, her heart rate increasing as she felt his lips pressed softly against hers. Wrapping her forehooves around his neck, Coco pulled Bean into the store, the stallion nudging the door closed behind him. Pulling away and taking a deep breath, Coco spun around and began walking towards the stairs, swaying her hips seductively. The trap was set, the spell working as Baen followed wordless with his eyes locked on her flank. Putting a hoof on the first step, Baen looked around and then called after the mare. “Coco… what about Rarity?” “Oh, she’s staying with her parents. We’re all al~one…” With a large grin he followed her sing song voice, emerging on the first floor just in time to see her straight tail disappearing through a doorway. Slowing down as not to damage the building, not that he really cared right now, but it wouldn’t do to have it collapse around them. Upon hearing a piece of metal hit the floor, Baen let his head around the door frame to see Coco slipping from her armour. “Like what you see?” It was then he noticed the mare looking over her shoulder at him, and she slowly reached a hoof along her side, her right flanchard falling down and clattering to the floor, joining its counterpart and revealing her supple hips. He continued to stare as she bent forward, stretching the firm muscles of her hind legs as she did, then she unclasped her peytral, letting it slip to the floor, followed by her croupiere, and then lastly her criniere, leaving her free from the confines of the armour. She gave a shudder as she felt a hoof move up her spine, turning to face Baen as he came alongside her, nuzzling his cheek happily. She pulled him towards the bed and turned them so that he was seated against it, pressing into a passionate kiss, closing her eyes. Her hoofs began to work fast, Baen pulling away with a gasp as he frantically held his armour up with is own hooves, making Coco step back and frown at him. “Baen, what’s wrong?” “I… do not want you to see something that you may find horrifying.” Stepping closer once more, Coco placed a hoof on Baen’s and pressed into a light kiss, lightly pushing his hoof down. The stallion didn’t resist, letting his chest plate clatter to the floor, Coco pulling away and gasping at what she saw. “See, it is too much for you to beholpphh!” The mare wrapped her forelegs around his neck as she pressed herself against his chest, moaning happily into his mouth. She then moved her hooves to continue removing his barding, and this time he didn’t stop her. Pulling away once more, Coco ran a hoof over one of the larger scars on Baen’s chest, the stallion shuddering from her touch much like she had a few moments ago from his, then she leaned in and gently kissed the mark. Even through his tough, and rather brash, exterior, the barbarian was happy to find a mare that would accept him and what came with him. Lifting her head up, Baen yet again showed there was a gentle side to him as he returned her nuzzle, moving into a soft kiss. Rising together, Baen helped Coco onto the bed then joined her, the mare instantly wrapping her forehooves around his neck and pulled him close, the stallion letting his lips part so that Coco’s tongue could enter his mouth, but she gave a growl as he fought back with his own. Her sounds soon changed to small moans as one of Baen’s hooves dropped down and caressed her flank, slowly moving back and forth to her front, Coco responding by spreading her legs a little. Taking her invitation, Baen gently brushed his hoof over her marehood, making Coco give a little whimper as he did so a few more times. The mare meanwhile dropped one of her own hooves down and began to massage the stallion’s growing length, gripping it with her fetlock and giving a hard squeeze. Baen groaned from the firm contact, before grinning at the mare and pressing much harder against her moist entrance, Coco’s eyes going wide as the pleasure washed up her spine. She began to rock her hips as his hoof’s ministration made her arousal levels shoot through the roof, and she couldn’t take it any longer as she began panting, pushing Baen away. He gave her a confused frown, but smirked when she rolled onto her back and waved him over. As he did so, Coco spread her rear legs and presented herself to the barbarian, offering him her body, which he gladly accepted as he moved closer, his tip probing at her pussy as their lips met once more. Giving him a small growl as she grew impatient for action, Coco wrapped her hind legs around him and tugged him forward, gasping as his length slipped in, letting out an airy sigh once his entire stallionhood had entered. It had been too damn long since she’d had a stallion. Starting off slowly as as not to hurt the mare, Baen drew back a little and eased in once more, Coco pulling him against her so that her pants of breath made his ear flicker. Increasing his speed a bit, Baen gave a quiet chuckle as Coco’s pants became accompanied by small moans, which either decreased or increased in volume in proportion to how hard he pressed in. Having not been with a mare in a very, very long time, Baen was surprised to find that he had lasted this long, and was going to do his best to see that Coco’s needs were met before his own. Going by the now constant, pleased moans coming from her, Baen knew he was doing the right thing, leaning down a little so that he could nibble on her neck. Her walls started to clamp down tightly on his shaft, increasing the resistance he had to overcome in order to continue pleasuring the mare, and the barbarian was pleased they had the building to themselves as Coco’s sounds of passion must have been piercing the inner walls like his axe through an apple. With her walls clamping down even tighter, the stallion began grunting as he had to thrust harder, Coco’s eyes slammed shut with her cheeks flushed, whilst her mouth couldn’t decide whether to shut or close. With a few more strong thrusts her eyes shot open and she threw her head back with a scream as her arousal reached that tipping point, causing Baen to reach his release as well, his cock throbbing as his warm seed filled the mare up, her walls now milking him for all he was worth, and then some. At length they both came down from their orgasmic high, Baen flopping onto his back at Coco’s side as his body relaxed, the mare rolling over and pressing against his side, making his thigh wet as she straddled a leg. Turning his head, Baen met Coco’s lips in a soft kiss, wrapping his foreleg around her shoulders as she nuzzled under his chin, slowly stroking his chest with a hoof as she hummed happily. Soon her soft breaths filled the room, Baen leaning down to place a soft kiss on her forehead, causing her face to scrunch up adorably, and he then set his head back down on the pillow, holding the mare close as he drifted off to slumber. > Honey > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The mare standing amongst the fields of flowers was as red as a rose in the face as she watched the triumphant stallion return. She wore a white dress that was weaved with brighter white thread in patterns. Her coat was the color of a bright sunshine, her mane and tail both a dark honey blonde that cascading in naturally bouncing curls. A cutie mark depicting a blooming golden blossom graced her flank and her eyes were a dark green, but they were darting back and forth refusing to meet the stallion’s eyes before her. “T-thank you for helping my father,” her voice was like a soft breeze, but wavering due to her nervousness. Baen raised a hoof, “It’s no trouble. I couldn’t stand by and watch your father’s inn be destroyed by those dire wolves.” Honey Blossom fidgeted slightly, “Both my father and I are grateful,” she smiled up at him, “you’ve been in our village for a month now and have done nothing but bring business to us and study. Does it not get lonely?” Baen nodded, “Well I suppose, but I’m used to it. The road I’m going down, the quest I am taking, I can’t take my allies with me.” Honey Blossom stepped forward and gently placed her hoof on his shoulder, “I can ease your loneliness if you wish.” Baen raised an eyebrow, “Really?” Honey nodded, “Yes,” she fidgeted, “though I am quite inexperienced, I assure you I can…” Baen placed a hoof over her mouth, shushing her, “We don’t have to, if you do not wish to.” “But I do,” Honey leaned forward, “I really want to, ever since I first saw you.” Both ponies then met in a kiss as they both fell into the flower field, the mare pressing him back so that she was lying on his chest, her hooves wrapped around his neck. Her statement about her experience was proved to be true as she kissed him much harder, her body sliding over his in order to get him aroused; it was working, but not as well as she hoped as Baen pushed her away a little. “What is wrong? Do you not find me pleasing?” “No, far from it.” Before she could ask what he meant, Baen flipped them so that Honey was on her back, the stallion grinning down at her with his forehooves on either side of her head. He slowly lowered his own muzzle, bringing his lips softly to hers as her forehooves wrapped around his neck once more. Honey let out a surprised moan as she felt something rubbing between her rear legs, but she didn’t want to pull her lips away from the stallion. Baen had other ideas, falling to the side and rolling Honey with him, the mare’s eyes going wide as he let a forehoof drift down her body, and he just grinned at her as he pressed it against her marehood. Honey’s body began to feel like it was on fire as he slowly rubbed her nethers, her rear legs slowly spreading to give him more access as she drew him closer, her warm breaths making his ear flicker as they drifted past. She mirrored his touch, dropping a hoof down between his legs, gripping the emerging stallionhood in her fetlock, massaging up and down the shaft. Once he was fully unsheathed, Honey rolled away and gave a him a coy smile, her tail flicking around and filling the air with the scent of her arousal; the scent of which made Baen give a small growl, before he pounced on the mare, his forehooves pinning hers to the ground as he lowered his body to her. Honey gave a small giggle as he leant down and began to nibble on her neck, then gave a small whimper as his tip pressed against her lower lips. She looked up to see him poised above her, and gave him a small nod, shuddering as his shaft slid easily into her moistened entrance, pressing her lips to his until he was deep within her. Starting slowly, Baen began to slide back and forth, Honey giving a small moan as she got used to him, then rocked her hips in time with him, letting the stallion get deeper inside of her and increasing the pleasure for the both of them. The mare’s moans soon increased in frequency, as well as the stallion’s thrusts, the two of them panting as sweat began to matt their fur. For anypony walking by, the sounds of passion were unmistakable, but for Baen and Honey it was just spurring them on to to greater efforts. The mare’s rear legs were now around the stallion’s flanks, trying to keep him in place as his speed reached max. Honey’s eyes slammed shut as she felt herself close, brushing her cheek against Baen’s before meeting his lips in a passionate kiss, screaming into his mouth when she released, her head falling away and being caught by one of Baen’s forehooves before it hit the ground as her body shuddered violently. The stallion thrusted a few more times before he hilted inside of the mare, groaning when his tip flared and his warm seed began to spray into Honey. She whimpered slightly as she felt him release into her, a happy feeling flowing out to her body from her stomach, and the pair fell apart, laying on the ground next to each other, panting heavily. Honey giggled as she felt Baen nuzzle the back of her neck, then start kissing his way to her cheek, finally meeting her lips in a soft but sensual kiss, wrapping her in a tight embrace, the mare looking to the sky as she rolled over, her eyes going wide when she realised how late it was, sitting up suddenly. “Honey, what is wrong?” “It’s late, father will be worried if I am not back soon.” Baen stood and straightened his armour, then offered her his hoof, to which Honey accepted and pressed against his side when she was on her hooves, their tails entwined as they headed back to the town where the inn was situated.         Baen paused his current task as the door to his room cracked open, reaching over his shoulder to where his axe rested against the tub, but he relaxed a little once he saw the blonde mane and green eyes, Honey giving him a soft smile. The stallion was under no illusion that her father did not know either her intention or their earlier activities, the mare having stared at him when she wasn’t busy. She slowly walked forward and took the washcloth from him, rubbing softly against his chest and pressing her lips to his giving a soft hum. Even though Baen prefered to be in his armour around other ponies, he couldn’t help but smile appreciatively as Honey ignored the scars that marred his physique. He pulled his muzzle away and blinked in surprise as he heard splashing, Honey climbing into the tub with him and sitting in his lap, her forehooves resting on his shoulders. He brought his up and wrapped them around her back, holding her close as their lips met once more, with a higher intensity, causing the mare to begin sliding her body against his, Baen giving a small chuckle. “Something tells me we have awakened a new hunger within you.” Honey lifted a hoof up and stroked his cheek, giving him a sultry smile as her eyes sparkled in the candlelight. “I guess that means I’ll have to find me a big meal, wouldn’t it?” She dropped her other hoof and began to stroke his once more emerging length, not allowing him to return the favour as his hoofs were holding her up. “I see you’re thinking the same. Perhaps you would assist with sating my hunger?” She gave a small scream of surprise as Baen spun her around and pulled her back so that she was pressed against his chest, a forehoof wrapped around her and holding tightly against him. In the process he had pinned her forehooves against her side, Honey squirming as he kissed the back of her neck, his free hoof traveling down her body and massaging her thighs. She began to gasp for breath as his teasing hoof brushed against the edges of her marehood, but he refused to go any closer, gently pressing against her. From his position underneath her, Honey’s eyes focused on his stallionhood when he reached full, his tip just under the water in front of her. She tried to shift so that he was poised under her, but Baen held her tight, continuing to pleasure her with his hoof instead. Not able to take it any longer, Honey managed to break free, spinning to face the grinning stallion with a glare. She stood over him for a few moments before she broke out in giggles, moving back up him and kissing him lightly, lowering herself into the tub. She paused to gasp for breath when she had taken his whole length, wrapping her forehooves around his neck and pulling into a passionate kiss, slowly raising and lowering herself on him. Baen lowered his hooves and placed them on her flanks, gently massaging them as her muzzle pulled from his, their eyes locked until Honey closed hers with a rather loud moan, Baen having started rocking his hips under her. She rubbed her cheek against his as she pressed closer, their chest fur intermingling as the mare continued to slide up and down his shaft, a few moments before his stimulation from before hand added with that going on now causing her to let out a passionate scream, Baen holding her tight against him whilst her body shook so slightly. Drawing her head back against his, Honey met Baen’s lips in a soft kiss, slowly rocking her hips over his still hard shaft. Placing her forehooves on his shoulders, she slowly raised herself back up, then slammed down to his crotch hard, making him grunt as she let out a deep moan. Again and again she did this, until both mare and stallion were panting heavily. Honey’s walls were clamping down tightly on Baen’s cock, and he started to buck his hips in time with her. They threw their heads back at the same time, one with a loud scream and one with a loud groan, as Honey reached another orgasm and Baen reached his first, her body convulsing as he filled her with wave after wave of his seed. Once their bodies calmed down and his slowly shrinking stallionhood left the mare, Baen climbed from the tub and helped Honey out, each assisting the other with drying off, then headed into the main room and pulled the covers back on the bed. To Baen’s surprise, Honey jumped onto the mattress and lay down, beckoning him closer with a hoof, but he just frowned at her. “I do not think your father would approve.” “I am my own mare, and whilst he may suspect, he does not mind. Now come, lay with me.” Softening his expression, Baen chuckled as he climbed up to join her, pulling the covers with him. He lay on his side facing the mare, lifting her muzzle to his and kissing her softly, and she gave an airy sigh when she broke away. She rolled over and pressed her back against his chest, the stallion draping a foreleg over her shoulder, pulling her closer         Baen gave a small groan as he moved from asleep to dozing, reaching down for his morning itch, but stopped when his hoof brushed against a soft mane. Lifting the covers, he found the dark green eyes of Honey staring back at him, his shaft buried deep within her muzzle. Their gazes remained locked as she drew back, then closed her eyes as she moved down once more, giving a small moan. Baen looked past her to see her forehoof at work between her legs, giving herself stimulation as her tongue continued to please him. He threw the covers to the side and sat up, leaning down to take hold of Honey’s flanks. She pulled away from him with a gasp, but he just gave her a wink as he turned her body around. Her eyes shot wide and she let out a load moan, Baen having returned the favour, his tongue flicking over her glistening folds. She tried to return her mouth to its task, but all she could do was gasp for breath as he pushed deeper, his wiggling muscle swirling over her walls. She felt the heat rising in her cheeks from the unusual stimulation, her legs trying to break free from where Baen held them steady. Her ragged breaths became faster along with her moans, her hips bucking in what little movement she was allowed, and she forced herself down on her shaft in order to muffle her scream, her crotch pushing firmer against his muzzle, Baen humming happily as he drank in her juices. Shakily standing from him, Honey moved to his side and set her chest on the mattress, flicking her tail at his muzzle. Taking the invitation, Baen rolled onto his hooves and slowly moved towards her, sliding his chest along her back, her rear legs spread wide to allow him access. With the weight of the stallion on her back, Honey could barely move as Baen slid in easily, his shaft pushing the deepest it had been so far, making her give a small whimper. He waited a few moments so she could get used to the feeling of him reaching new depths, but when she bucked her hips against him, he gave a small chuckle and began to thrust in and out earnestly. With the pounding her pussy was receiving, all she could do was moan heavily with her eyes slammed shut, pleasure coursing through every fibre of her body. She pushed her hips back spurring the stallion to his release, feeling her next one approaching fast with nothing to stop it. It seemed Baen was in the same place, trading his strength for speed, slamming into her hard and fast and making her give shrieks of pleasure. Honey’s eyes slammed open when she couldn’t take any more, a loud scream echoing around the small room as her body shook under his body. For Baen it was too much, Honey’s walls clamping down on him like a vice and making it hard to move, yet he managed several more thrusts before he hilted inside of her with a loud groan, releasing his warm spunk deep within her. The pair pulled from each other and fell to the mattress, panting heavily, Baen noticing Honey’s eyes slowly closing. He leaned close and gave her a soft kiss, then got up from the bed and moved to the bathroom. After a wash to make himself presentable, he returned to the bedroom to find the mare asleep, and he gave a small chuckle. After pulling the covers over her, Baen slipped into his armour as quietly as possible, moving towards the door. He glanced over his shoulder at the snoozing mare, a serene smile upon her face, and he shook his head. Perhaps… if it were another life. Taking a deep breath, he walked out of the room and the tavern, making his way along the path out of town and not looking back. Baen grinned at the horrified looking Cheerilee, taking a deep draught from his cider before setting the mug on the side and giving a happy sigh, then locked his eyes with the mare. “And that’s how your family was made!” There was a thud as the school teacher fainted, her head falling to the bartop; whether from shock or alcohol, Baen didn’t know. “Heh, that’s gonna hurt when she wakes up.” He then turned to the stallion behind the bar, who had been listening in. “What?” “Dude… respect.” Baen was confused as the bartender reached a hoof towards him, but the barbarian lifted up his own and pounded against the one waiting, then turned back to the form of Cheerilee. Hmph, I suppose I should get her home. Getting down from his stall, he slid the mare onto his back and shakily made his way towards to door, oblivious to the stares from the other ponies > Princess Sparkle > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Waking with a pounding headache was something Baen had not felt since… a few days ago, when he partook in a round of drinking with Vinyl. He’d promised himself not to touch that ‘Jagermeister’ ever again, but the percussion band in his brain told otherwise. His eyes fluttered open, and he gave a sigh as he saw a darkened room through where parts of his dark red mane had covered his eyes, so he went to move it out of the way. This in of itself presented a problem, as in his hungover state, his left forehoof wouldn’t move, and neither would his right. He tried to move his legs, but they were restricted as well, and it was then he felt some rather thick ropes around his limbs, so he began to thrash about in order to get free. “WHO DARES DO THIS TO ME? I WILL TEAR YOU ASUNDER!” Whatever material the ropes were made from must have been impressive, as they didn’t even stretch when he pulled, and he stopped when he heard hoofsteps from behind his head. “WHO IS THERE? REVEAL YOURSELF!” “It’s no use struggling, those ropes have been rated at holding ten Big Macs.” Baen’s eyes shriveled to pin pricks as he recognised the voice, then shuddered as a hoof traced along his foreleg, the mare appearing above his head and looking down at him; it was then he realised he was bound face up on a table. “I thought, seeing as you presented me with the opportunity, that I would study the difference between how stallions mated during your time compared to ours.” “LET ME GO YOU DAMNED WITCH, OR I WILL TEAAAHHH.” His threat was rendered useless, the mare doing something he did not ever expect her to ever do; she had leaned close and began to nibble on his ear, the stallion doing his best not to react. As she moved to his other side, the barbarian tried his best to ignore her and remember exactly how he landed in this situation. “Ah, Baen, there you are!” Snapped out of his daydream about days long since passed, the stallion glanced over his shoulder to see the open door to Ponyville library, and the mare that was smiling strangely at him. “I was wondering if you had a few moments to spare in order to answer some questions.” With nothing else planned for the day, he gave a shrug and trotted into the treehouse, taking a seat on the couch. Twilight sat down opposite him and lit her horn, floating a glass of juice over to Baen, then gathered a stack of papers and some quills. The stallion took a sip of his drink and set the glass on the coffee table, then nodded to the mare. “First off, what do you find attractive in a mare?” “W-w-what? What kind of question is that? I will not sit here and be privy to this!” Baen stood from the couch and went to leave, but a purple aura covered the door, so he looked over his shoulder to glare at Twilight. “You had best let me leave.” “Please, I meant no offence. I was just after some information, so that I could compare what stallions sought for a mate from your time to current times.” Turning to face her properly, Baen could clearly see her apologetic look, taking a moment to stare at her before heaving a sigh and trotting back to the couch. “Thank you. Now, what sort of personal traits do you like?” "I prefer a mare that is tough, but… compassionate.  She's witty yet knowledgeable of things and I feel secure with her at my side." The only sound to fill the awkward silence that followed was quill on paper, until Twilight smiled at Baen. “And what about physical characteristics?” "Hm… I do have a thing for redheads. Or ones with exotic colored manes, my father always told me in terms of figure wise," makes a shape in the air, "The ones that have 'the hips' are the ones to go after. Though I don't mind in the slightest if their rump is..." Baen glanced over at Twilight and noticed her blushing, then cleared his throat. "Actually… next question." “What, if any, differences do you see between the mares of your time and the mares of this age?” “In my time, if a mare wished to lay with you, she outright said so. Now, it is hard to tell. In your own way you do the same, but also try for more… subtle hints.” “I see. Is that why it… took so long for you to see what Coco was after?” “I have no comment on those events.” By the way he was squirming on the couch, Twilight could tell that Baen was slightly uncomfortable, and more importantly, going by the blush on his cheeks, embarrassed. “If… Coco wishes to tell you what transpired, that is up to her, but I will not divulge any information. “Okay, I understand. Now, these next few… might be a bit personal.” Twilight waited until Baen nodded, then grabbed a blank sheet of paper. “What sort of… stimulation do you like?” Once more he squirmed on the couch, trying not to look her in the eye, and keeping his forehooves in front of his body. “Well… I happen to enjoy getting a… taste of things, if you get my meaning. As for other stallions, I assume the same as now, each and every one is different.” “I see. Well, this was very helpful, thank you for your time, Baen. I have just one more question.” “Go on.” Baen watched carefully as Twilight got up from her seat and trotted slowly towards him, and he didn’t fail to notice her hips swaying more than usual as she drew closer. “If we had met under different circumstances… would you have rutted me?” Full blown panic overtook the stallion then, and he jumped from the couch in a full on gallop. His destination was the door, but his head met with the thick walls of the library instead, the stallion ending up a limp pile on the floor. The last image he saw was Twilight smirking down at him with a glowing horn. The headache seemed to take a back bench as he felt a gentle kiss to his stallionhood, looking down his body to see him gripped by Twilight's forehoof, her eyes sparkling back at him from the flickering candle light. He was so lost in the memory that he failed to notice her moving, let alone that he was unsheathed and fully erect, something that seemed to please the mare. The fetlocks of his forehooves gripped at the ropes as her lips sealed around his shaft, her eyes looking at him as she pressed down, flicking her tongue over his tip. It had been a long, long time since he had received pleasure like this, and even though he would rather not be in what he now recognised as the library’s basement, he was not going to skip out on enjoying himself from the admittedly pleasurable experience. He gave a small groan as she drew back, but kept his tip between her teeth as she bit down gently, her tongue flicking over the very edge. She finally let go, but kept her hoof massaging up and down his length, gazing up at him once more. “You know, this could be enjoyable for both of us…” He tried to respond, but could only gasp as Twilight gripped him tightly with her fetlock, blowing warm breaths across his shaft. “All you’ve got to do is relax.” “D-d-damned w-w-witch!” He couldn’t stop his body’s reaction as Twilight placed her mouth back over him, his hips bucking slightly to get his stallionhood back inside her warm orifice, but the mare just pulled away with a giggle, then stood up. He began to pant as she climbed up above him, just close enough that the material of her outfit brushed against him as she slid up his body, teasingly licking his lips. It was here that he got a good look at her attire, and he had to admit, it looked good on her. Around her torso was a black leather corset, laced up on her back, all of her legs had leather stockings on, the rear ones held up by suspenders, and tight leather panties covering her rump. Baen’s body began to take over, and he wanted to do nothing more that wrap his hooves around the mare and pull her close, but the ropes allowed him no movement. He frowned at Twilight as her head drifted past his face, then scrunched his eyes shut as she once more nibbled on his ear. “W-when I get o-o-out of this…” “I can feel you want it, both in body and mind, so why not take some time to relax, hmm?” Her lips pressed against his once more, much more passionately this time, her tail flicking around and releasing the scent of her arousal around the room. Baen took a deep draught, admitting to himself that Twilight’s scent was much more pleasant than he had thought it would, living in a library, and  pushed back into the kiss, Twilight giving a small moan as her lips parted to allow his tongue entry. He gave a low growl when she pulled away, but she just smirked at him as she sat on his crotch, squeezing his length between their bodies and coating it in her juices as she gyrated back and forth. “You may like to be the one in charge, but as of right now, I give the orders.” As if to prove her point, Twilight suddenly hopped down from the table and walked away whilst swaying her hips, causing Baen to give a disappointed groan. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want something?” “Y-y-yes.” Giving a small giggle, Twilight flapped her wings and hovered above Baen, then turned around and pulled her panties off with magic.. He gave a gasp when he felt her lips around his shaft once more, and she began to lower her rump, the stallion not needing to be told why. As soon as she was in range, he buried his muzzle deep within her marehood, sending his tongue deep within her slit and causing her to give a muffled moan. Ignoring his own pleasure and focusing on her, Baen massaged her spasming walls with his wriggling muscle, every now and then flicking it over her clit, making the mare moan louder. Eventually Twilight had to pull away from his cock so that she could breathe properly, her hips juddering every now and again as Baen kept going. She glanced over her shoulder to see the ropes pulled taught, biting her biting lip with a moan as her eyes slowly closed. She could feel herself close, but she didn’t want to stop just yet, pressing her rump closer to his muzzle. Her eyes slammed open and she let out a pleasured scream as Baen made her go past the tipping point, her hips bucking around on his muzzle as she released her juices into his mouth and he kept doing what pushed her over the edge. She suddenly realised what he had done as she started coming down from her orgasm; he had begun to nibble firmly on her clit. Baen watched as the shaking mare climbed from him and the table, her horn glowing for a few moments, and the ropes suddenly came loose. He stood up with a groan and stretched, never once taking his eyes from the panting mare. He slowly got down from the table, noticing a box with several questionable items in it, and took a closer look. Ah, so this is what the witch is into. So be it. He turned to his quarry to see she had still not recovered, meaning now was the perfect time, and he set his body to pounce.   A low growl was all the warning she got, before Twilight let out a yelp as Baen’s heavy body pressed down on top of her, and she suddenly began to panic a little. She let out a sudden gasp as his hooves brushed along the base of her wings, causing them to shoot out wide. She was about to ask him to do it again when she felt him shift forward a little, then gave a really loud scream at a source of stimulation she had not experienced in years; from base to tip, Baen had just licked her horn. She tried to press back under him so that she could get him inside her, but could barely move as he stroked her wings and licked her horn much firmer, causing her limbs to go numb, her body slumping to the floor. She barely felt him pull away nor lift her up, but she knew she finally rested with on her rear legs with her forehooves spread across the table. Just as she got her senses back she heard a metallic click followed by another, glancing at her hooves to see they were shackled, the chains being pulled out wide and across the other side of the wooden platform, where Bean was standing with a grin. “W-what are you doing?” “I found your box of tricks. Seeing as I had no say in the matter, and it seems you enjoy this,” Twilight blushed heavily, the way her tail flicked around rapidly proved him right, and she gave him a nod. “I thought I’d return the favour.” Her ears flicked as the ends of the chains were clicked into place on the table legs, causing her forehooves to spread from her body, pulling her chest down against the top. She thought that was all, but gave no resistance as she felt more shackles wrapped around her rear hooves, her legs then being pulled apart, leaving her on full display if not for her tail. “Now, as we know with most witches, they enchant you with their words. Fortunately, I noticed that you have something to help with this.” “No, please! Not thapphh!” Even though she pleaded otherwise, Twilight felt a wave of excitement run through her as the gag was pulled tight, Baen surprising her as he managed to buckle it in place with hooves and teeth. She glanced up when she felt something around the tip of her horn, and tried to pull her head away when she noticed the gold ring, but it was too late. Baen dropped it and it slid down her horn until it found purchase, the mare shuddering as his tongue drifted over her again. She felt her magic building as he kept going, until she could hold it no more, letting out a muffled scream as the arcane powers released. Baen blinked in surprise as he felt liquid grace his tongue, then focused on the tip of Twilight’s horn as it continued to spurt, more of the surprisingly tasty substance bursting forth with a shower of sparks, and he let his lips form a seal around her horn, drinking it down. Once the pulsing stopped, he pulled away with a mad looked at the panting mare, giving a small chuckle. “Oh no, Sparkle, we’re not finished yet. After all, this is what you want, isn’t it?” “Yephh.” That was all he needed, standing behind her and setting his forehooves on either side of her body, and he could feel the warmth from her dripping pussy against his tip. Twilight let out a muffled whimper as he entered, his shaft pressing firmly against her sensitive walls which attempted to squeeze shut to deny him passage, but he forced himself deeper. “Now… you will see how a true barbarian mates.” The only way to describe what happened next was thrusting with reckless abandon, Twilight’s eyes rolling back as the forced pleasure sent tingles down her spine, her muffled moans echoing around the room. Baen gave a deep chuckle as he suddenly slowed down, but traded the speed loss for power as he slammed back in, continuing to do so even as the mare threw her head back with a pleasure scream, her walls clamping down around him as her juices leaked heavily to his crotch and down his thighs. The stallion didn’t last much longer, hilting inside the whimpering mare after a few more thrusts, his stallionhood throbbing hard as he released his seed into her. It took him several moments to pull back, his cock continuing to pulse as he withdrew, covering her crotch in wave after wave of his cum. Twilight lay there whimpering as Baen moved to undo the chains, but did not remove the shackles and she didn’t know nor care why, she was still in that post orgasm bliss. She felt her forehooves moved behind her back and the shackles locked together, followed by a collar being buckled tightly around her neck. Baen then slid her onto his back, leaving the basement and heading towards her room, where he set her down in a kneeling position, locking the shackles on her rear legs together as well. She blinked a few times and then took a deep breath as the gag was removed, watching as Baen moved to the chair at her desk, a leash held in his hoof. “Come, witch, and serve your new master.” Baen gave a tug on the leash, causing Twilight to stumble forward awkwardly, until her muzzle was at his crotch, where his cock remained hard. Knowing what he wanted, she wasted no time in taking him in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down as fast as she could, something that seemed to please Baen as he placed a hoof on her head and let out a groan. Having had such a large release not too long ago, it didn’t take long for the pressure to be too much, his cock throbbing hard and coating the back of Twilight’s throat with more of his spunk. Again he pulled out, Twilight keeping her mouth open and tongue hanging out so she could catch his gift, making no noise as it sprayed across her muzzle and down her chest. Baen gently stroked her mane, and she was about to ask if he was pleased when the gag was forcibly placed into her muzzle and buckled up, her tongue sliding over the large rubber ball. Baen pulled her up so that she was on his lap sideways, her head laying on his shoulder. “Now, how to get this working? Ah, there we go.” Twilight glanced down in time to see a phallic shaped object slip between her thighs, strong vibrations coursing through her body as it entered her dripping cunny, the mare panting around her gag as her thighs slammed shut around the toy. “Twiliy, you home?” She looked at Baen pleadingly but he just smirked at her, the sound of hoofsteps on the stairs doing something new to her. Her door swung open to reveal a white coated stallion with a two tone blue mane. “Twiliy, you in he…” He took the scene at a glance, then shook his head and walked away. “Nope.” There was a loud muffled scream as the humiliation of being caught forced her to her third and strongest orgasm, head falling even tighter against Baen’s chest, panting for breath as her body heaved. “That, my dear witch, is how a barbarian mates. Oh… and I have claimed you. You are mine to do with as I see fit, and no other shall even touch you. Do you understand?” His reply was a simple but weak nod, and he tilted her muzzle up, kissing her softly around the gag. “Good. Now… I think it is time to rest.” Twilight couldn’t agree more, her eyes slowly fluttering closed. It was the first time she’d fallen asleep whilst bound and gagged, with a vibrator buried deep within her. > Scratching the Octaves > --------------------------------------------------------------------------         It had been a week since his final battle with Kriger Kongen, and his body still felt sore, so Baen trotted into the bathroom and locked the door. The shower was turned on and the stallion waited until the room was filled with steam, groaning when the hot flow hit his body, soothing out his tightened muscles. He didn’t care how long he was in there, it felt good, so there he would stay. Nearly half an hour after he entered the bathroom, the front door to the house opened, admitting one of the owners. Setting a large brown case down, she gave a sigh, slightly envious of unicorns and their ability to carry items like nothing more than a feather. Right now she could do with a nice warm shower, which she noticed was already going. Her housemate was currently doing a show, so that had to mean their guest was utilizing the facilities, and a glance at the couch showed his armour awaiting there. She could demand that he let her take precedent, but she didn’t want to risk invoking his ire, so she headed up to her bedroom. Her plans were derailed when the bathroom door, which she had to pass, opened and allowed a thick cloud of warm steam to bellow out. She could see a shadow emerged from the room, and knowing whom it was brought a small blush to her cheeks. The heated water vapour began to clear, revealing Baen with a rather pleased smirk on his muzzle, his rose red mane no longer spiky and instead hanging limply to the floor, his light peach coat dripping with water. Her heart beginning to beat faster, Octavia could not tear her gaze away from the walking pile of testosterone that turned her way, the stallion stopping and blinking a few times at the mare staring at him. “Octavia.” With that, he continued along towards Vinyl’s bedroom, which is where he used to get dried and normally dressed, the grey mare’s eyes tracking his movements. Catching the door closing, she quickly followed and nudged it back open with a hoof, Baen turning to face her with a frown. She blinked once as she realised what she had done, turning away with her blush even stronger, trying to hide behind her mane. “Baen… it has um, come to my attention, that you have, I mean… I have not been treating you fairly. Perhaps… we could talk after dinner?” “Uh, sure.” “Thank you. Please come to my room this evening, I would rather converse in private.” “If you’re sure.” She gave a small nod, and Baen continued along the hall into Vinyl’s room, where he usually got dried off. Octavia didn’t take her eyes off his flanks, and squeezed her thighs together as the image of him taking her flooded her mind, so she quickly slipped into the steam filled bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her and ensuring that it was locked. I need to cool off. She slipped into the shower, set the temperature to just lower than warm and stepped under the flow, then gave an airy sigh as the water hit her back. The slow massage she was receiving from the water did the opposite to what she planned, instead sending the burning sensation into a frenzy, and she knew of only two ways to deal with the problem; she certainly wasn’t going to do one of them. Turning around so that the shower head was behind her, Octavia fell to her haunches, pressing her back against the wall. With one forehoof to steady her, she slowly slid the other down her stomach and between her thighs, slowly pressing firmly against her marehood. Soon her moans were echoing off the tiles, her hoof still as she ground her now wet pussy against it instead. Once more the image of Baen leaving the shower popped into her mind, his rose red mane billowing in the steam, as water traced down his muscular body and over his very sexy scars… she let out a sudden scream as she pushed herself over the edge, her love nectar mixing with the still going shower. Perhaps the talk with the stallion wouldn’t be as easy as she thought.         Silence. Silence reigned supreme at the dinner table, Vinyl Scratch glancing back and forth between Baen and Octavia in amusement; the earth pony mare seemed to be, or rather trying to, flirt with the stallion, but he was either too dense or just didn’t take notice. “So, Baen… how have things been?” The stallion stopped and stared with half a mouthful, whilst the unicorn mare took a drink of water to hide her bubbling laughter. “Things have been… fine this past week, thank you. And you?” Once more Vinyl groaned to herself as he missed the signal, Octavia tittered, then batted her eyelashes at him. “Oh, they have been fine. The orchestra is picking up more and more concerts.” “That’s…. um, good, right?” “Indeed it is.” Silence took the driver’s seat once more, the three ponies going back to their meal whilst Vinyl shook her head, getting an annoyed stare from Octavia. Once their plates were clear, the grey furred mare got out of her chair and startled Baen as she leant in front of him. “Relax, I am just taking your plate.” She slipped the china onto her back and left the dining room, Baen following her with a confused gaze, and Vinyl knew there was no way he missed Octavia swaying her hips. “So, I have to go get some stuff. Think you’ll be alright with little miss bipolar over there?” “Yes, I am certain.” Giving him a nod, Vinyl left the table and then the house, Baen was the only pony remaining at the table, and he heard hoofsteps on the stairs a moment later. ‘Please come to my room this evening, I would rather converse in private.’ Taking a deep breath, the stallion got out of his chair and slowly headed upstairs, stopping outside Octavia’s bedroom with a hoof raised; contact was made a moment later. “Octavia, I am here to talk.” “Please, come in.” There was a strange undertone to her voice, almost sultry, and Baen thought he was imagining it until he pushed open the door; lying on her front upon her bed was the mare herself, but that wasn’t the reason why he just remained silent and staring at her; she wore purple bands that matched her eyes which she had used to placed her mane into a ponytail and used one to keep the tip of her tail together, upon her legs were purple socks, and she had light purple eyeshadow on. He wasn’t sure why, but she was blushing. “I was afraid you would not come. Please, sit next to me.” Swallowing nervously at the mare’s change of attitude, Baen trotted forward and climbed onto the soft, giving mattress, sitting with his back against the headboard, and he glanced down at Octavia. He looked away again when she cocked her head and batted her eyelashes at him, something she had constantly been doing throughout dinner, and it was getting his pulse racing now. “Listen, Octavia, I kno..” She silenced him by placing a hoof gently on his muzzle, shaking her head slightly. “No, Baen, allow me. When you first came into our house, I thought you were rude and backwards, a relic from ancient days. But then, I began to understand; you do not know any different. You see, whilst my talent lay in music, I appreciate all the fine arts, including history. I know the time you come from, and how different it was, so I wish for us to start again. Come, join me in a drink to our new friendship.” It was then he noticed a bottle of wine and two glasses, already filled, on the side table which the mare reached for, and he got off the bed before accepting his. Octavia followed him with hungry eyes as she sipped her drink, trying to work out what he was thinking and taking in his muscular form. Finishing her beverage and setting the glass off to the side, Octavia turned to lie widthways across the bed, rolling onto her back. She slipped a forehoof behind her head for support as she moved so that she was lying widthways on the bed, looking at Baen from her upside down position. The stallion finished his drink and set it on the side, then turned towards the door. “Thank you for the drink, Octavia, I shall take my leave now.” “Please stay longer. Come, lay on the bed with me.” Baen gave a slightly annoyed sigh, then turned around and climbed onto the mattress once more, settling down on his stomach. He did his best to ignore the mare staring up at him, but soon his green eyes met her greyish mulberry ones, the mare playfully twisting her mane around a hoof. “There…. there is something I need to get out of my system, and only one stallion can help.” “Hmm… Oh!  Well, Octavia, though I am quite… flattered, it just wouldn't feel right.  I mean, you've put up with me for so lonpphh!!!” With surprising speed the petite mare had rolled the large stallion onto his back, setting herself down on his chest, pinning his forehooves to the bed, and pressed into a kiss. Being lip locked when he wasn’t ready left Baen short of oxygen, and even a capable warrior such as he had to breathe. Luckily for him, Octavia seemed to have enough that time, pulling away and smirking down at him as he panted for air. “I can see and feel you want more, so why not lower those inhibitions, hmm?” This time the kiss was deeper, Octavia forcing Bane’s lips to part and allow her tongue to slip, caressing his own. He tried to free his hooves, but Octavia pushed them even firmer into the mattress and gave an aggressive growl, sliding her body over his. She knew that he was giving in when she felt his forelegs lose some tension, opening her rear legs to allow the organ she felt prodding her thigh access. She crouched down slightly and felt his tip pressing against her marehood, pulling her muzzle away and closing her eyes as she lowered herself a little more, his shaft parting her lower lips and sliding in with ease. There was one long moan as she took his entire length, resting for a moment to get her breath back, then she slowly raised and lowered herself on the stallion. Baen’s head rolled back as he groaned from the stimulation, and he didn’t mind his forelegs being pinned any more; in fact he was going to let the mare have her way with him, then turn the tables. Or so he thought, as they both stopped when they heard a shocked gasped, looking to the open door and the mare staring back. “Hey, no fair! I called dibs, Octy!” Neither of them had time to explain as Vinyl Scratch ran over and jumped onto the bed, knocking Octavia from atop Baen, their hoofs locking around each others bodies as they tried to gain control; he wasn’t going to complain, having two mares fighting over him was quite enjoyable, and they were literally fighting over him, every now and then giving him an eyeful of their marehoods. After a few moments he decided to break up the ‘fight’ the easy way, and as the mares turned so their rumps faced him, he reached up his forehooves and brushed firmly at their nethers. At the other end of the stallion, Vinyl and Octavia let out moans of pleasure, eyes locking around the shaft that rose between their muzzles. “Shall we then, Ms Scratch?” “Sure, why not. But I still called dibs!” “By all means, go first.” A smug grin flashed across the unicorns face, followed by her tongue slipping from her mouth and sliding up Baen’s cock; she paused half way and cocked her head at the titter from Octavia. “Oh, don’t mind me, I was just wondering how I taste?” Giving a small growl as she resumed licking, Vinyl reach up with a hoof and pulled Octavia’s muzzle against the shaft, where she took a deep sniff as the scent of her fluids heightened her arousal. “Mmm.. very nice.” Following Vinyl’s lead, Octavia released her tongue, the pair criss crossing over the stallion, whose hooves were now pressing firmer against them. Too soon for Baen did the mares have to stop, barely standing above him as their legs shook, and then they both let out a whine as he pulled away. Octavia then turned around with a growl as she spun Baen so he was properly on the bed, plopping herself firmly on his stomach. “And where do you think you’re going, hmm? Vinyl, here now.” The unicorn didn’t need to be told twice, sitting opposite Octavia on Baen’s chest, but facing away from him. He could still see both of them, his eyes going wide as they pressed into a passionate kiss. Slowly, their bodies began to slide down his, Vinyl’s rear legs keeping his forehooves pinned to the bed as her tail lifted, sending her scent right into Baen’s nose. He heard a moan and felt warmth on his dick as Octavia took him inside her once more, the tip of his muzzle brushing against Vinyl’s ass cheeks, until her marehood was settled on top of his face. She giggled as he blew warm air over her wetness, then she let out a loud moan as he slipped his tongue into her slit, Octavia silencing her by leaning into a passionate kiss. Baen was powerless to stop them as they used him for their own pleasure, Vinyl was the first to break nearly ten minutes later with a loud scream, her walls clenching around his tongue as she came hard, squirting her juices into Baen’s open and waiting mouth. Octavia followed a few minutes later, Baen feeling his fur around his crotch getting even wetter as her fluids slid down his shaft. He gave a small whine of disappointment when the earth pony climbed from him, but he was quieted down when she switched places with Vinyl, Octavia’s nectar dripping onto Baen’s face. He wasn’t given an option of choice as Octavia lowered her rump to his muzzle and Vinyl’s warmth wrapped around his cock, so the trio just resumed their assigned tasks, of which Baen now knew his; to keep one mare aroused whilst the other used him, something he didn’t really mind. It seemed Octavia had a different idea in mind to keep him in place, and unlike Vinyl, she had her legs squeezing firm enough around Baen’s head to ensure no movement at all. The stallion began to wonder if he had a magic tongue as Octavia reached orgasm first this time around, and like clockwork, Vinyl followed a few moments later. The two mares fell from him in a panting heap, leaving Baen blinking up at the ceiling in confusion; how could they not let him finish? Giving a shrug, he sat up and saw their tails flicking around, then gave a small chuckle. First he moved Vinyl, who whimpered slightly, to the headboard and propped her up with her rear legs wide, leaving her on display. Next was Octavia, who he placed facing Vinyl, and he stood behind her. There was a loud moan of surprise from the cellist as Baen roughly thrust into her, pushing her forward so that her snout was pressed firmly against Vinyl’s lower lips. The two stared at each other for a few moments, then the unicorn shrugged and reached down a hoof , pressing Octavia deeper against her pussy. The grey furred mare wrapped her forehooves around the firm white thighs on either side of her head and stuck her tongue deep within the moist hole in front of her whilst the stallion pressing down some of his weight onto her slammed his cock into her repeatedly, both mares very vocal with their pleasure. Octavia felt Vinyl’s legs tense, keeping her mouth open as the unicorn screamed and released a stream of her love honey, which the earth pony mare eagerly lapped up. She followed a few moments later, her walls trying to coax Baen to release as they squeezed hard, but it seemed he wasn’t finished with them yet. Slipping out of Octavia, it was a simple matter for Baen to move the two panting mares, swapping their places on the bed. Vinyl gave a giggle and dropped her head lower than Octavia’s had been, the cellist frowning at the DJ in confusion. Her eyes shot wide as Baen forced his way into Vinyl’s tight hole, which pushed the white horn into Octavia’s moist cavern. She knew that stimulating a unicorn’s horn caused a tingly feeling on her tongue, and sure enough, after a few small thrusts, small electrical charges began to tickle her from inside out. As the two mares shared this interaction, Baen stayed still and watched with a cocked head, then gave shrug and starting to slam his cock in and out of Vinyl, his forehooves placed firmly upon her rump. He still hadn’t decided which mare would get his gift, and planned to keep going until one of them took charge or they were a quivering pile of limbs. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, but paused as he heard Vinyl’s muffled scream of pleasure, the stallion cocking his head as he stared into Octavia’s eyes, which were glowing with the same blue aura of Vinyl’s magic, the earth pony mare’s mouth hanging open. The glow began to fade as Vinyl calmed down, both mares slumping to the mattress and panting heavily. Giving a shrug, Baen went to head into the bathroom to take care of his needs, but was surprised by both mares pulling him between them. Laying on his back, they moved his forehooves behind his head and slowly slid down his body, giggling all the way. They reached for each other and pressed into a passionate kiss, interlocking their rear legs together over his crotch, his cock being pressed between their lower lips. Starting slowly at first, Vinyl and Octavia rocked their hips so that his shaft was massaged by their movements, gaining speed quickly until they felt him throb violently, breaking apart as he released his seed, strong enough to hit their muzzles and splash on their chests. Falling limp with a groan, Baen lay on the mattress with half lidded eyes, not paying much attention as the mares climbing from the bed. When they returned twenty minutes later he was still in the same position, so they slid their now clean bodies next to him and pulled the covers up, their heads resting upon his shoulders. Octavia gave a small giggle and reached across, Baen laying her hoof on Vinyl’s. “That was much better than ‘dibs’, don’t you think?” “Oh yeah, certainly was, Tavi. And damn, your tongue!” “Thank you. I must say, that was new with your horn. Perhaps we should treat our guest in such a way again?” “Ugh…” The two mares craned their heads up and stared at each other as the stallion between them just mumbled, then they giggled and kissed his cheeks, settling back down at his sides for the rest of the night. > Praise the Sunbutt. (Cryptic's chapter) > --------------------------------------------------------------------------  Baen trotted inside his house and glanced about. Everything was as it should be. The circular table where he ate dinner rested where it usually did with matching dark wooden chairs surrounding it. The sun was hanging low in the sky and dipping below the horizon. He ventured to his fridge and opened it to search for something to ease his nerves, after the latest event of the day, he just needed to unwind. After a bit of searching, he produced a large jug of hard cider, courtesy of a certain apple mare. Walking to his living room, he plopped on his couch and reached over for his mug, courtesy of a certain fashion mare that was surprisingly good with gems and glass carving.         Standing, he walked to his kitchen, but was halted by the sound of knocking on his door. Glancing over, he could only hazard a guess of who it might be at this hour.         “Pinkie Pie, I thought I said I don’t want to go to one of your late night,” he opened the door and stared at the culprit.         “Good evening Baen,” Princess Celestia smiled down at the silent barbarian, “I hope you don’t mind me dropping in this late, but I just finished lowering the sun and visiting Princess Twilight. So I thought I would pop on by and check on Equestria’s resident barbarian since I was in the neighborhood.”         Baen smiled slightly, “Well it’s good to see you. Actually you came at quite the opportune time, I was just about to crack open a jug of spirits.”         Celestia tilted her head with a grin, “Really now?”         “Just to unwind after a day of training, that’s all,” he thought for a moment as the princess stared curiously at him, “Actually,” he smiled, “Care to join me m’lady?”         Celestia became unsure at the invitation, “I don’t know…I’m not really one for indulging in drink.”         “Come on Celestia,” Baen urged slightly, “Like I said before, we fossils have to stick together. But if you don’t want to, it’s understandable.”         Celestia rolled her eyes then looked at the sky as the moon rose, “Hm. Well I suppose I could stay for a bit.”         Baen smiled and stepped aside as the Princess stepped into his home. She laid herself down on the rug in the living room as Baen went to the kitchen. Opening his cabinets, he retrieved his crimson colored mug that had a hexagonal shard of amethyst on the handle. For the princess, he retrieved a regular drinking glass. Trotting back into the living room, he laid across from the Princess as she levitated the jug between them. She levitated her glass in front of her and poured only a bit of the drink into the glass. Baen on the other hoof filled his half way. Gazing at each other, they smiled and took the first sips of their drink.         Celestia scrunched her face for a moment, “Egh, what is this?”         “Hard Cider,” Baen stated as he took another sip, “From Applejack’s more aged collection.”         Celestia nodded, “Hm,” she swirled the liquid for a moment then took another sip, “tell me Baen, how are you fairing with Twilight and her friends?”         “Well I have to admit, when I first met them,” he sipped his drink again, “I didn’t like them at all.”         Celestia refilled her glass a little more, “Why not?”         “I don’t know, at first it was merely because they were annoying and obnoxious,” he gazed at his mug as he chugged the rest then refilled it, “In truth, I found that the fault was in me. My pride prevented me from actually getting to know them as the mares everypony else does. So after they saved me from the brink of death…I actually began to respect them.”         Celestia smiled warmly as she took another sip of her glass, her wings fluttering for a moment, “Sounds like you learned a lesson.”         “One I’ll commit to memory though I can tell you this,” Baen poured more drink for himself; “there is no way in Tartarus they’ll get me to write in that diary of theirs.”         Celestia shook her head with a small smile, “You are a tough nut to crack.”         Baen smirked, “One of my best qualities.”         Celestia sipped her drink again and smiled at the taste, “You know, after you get past the burning throat, this is quite good.”         “What’s this? Princess Celestia enjoying drinking? Surely you must be a shape shifting imposter,” Baen poked her jokingly.         Celestia shook her head, “Don’t joke about that, one of those shape shifting imposters replaced my niece during her wedding.”         Baen blinked, “Seriously?”         Celestia nodded as she poured herself another round, “Sit Baen, and allow me to tell you a story of one of the worst days in my life.”                                                 *         As the night progressed, both ponies shared their stories of achievements, mirth, and follies. By the end of their story telling, both of the ponies had downed a good portion of the jug.         “….then Twilight reinserted the elements into the Tree of Harmony and the vines retracted,” Celestia had a very faint blush on her cheeks, “On the upside, the thorns scratched the itch I had just under my tail which was driving me crazy for a good portion of the day.”         Baen laughed, “Well at least some good came out of your capture. How was Luna?”         Celestia giggled, “She declared all plants in the castle be put under a twenty-four hour watch until further notice. She roamed the halls with weed killer and declared war on my bonzai tree.”         Baen raised an eyebrow, “Overreact much?”         Celestia tittered to herself as she raised the jug for another helping, but she stopped when she shook it and heard nothing, “Aw, no more.”         Baen stifled a chuckle at Celestia’s pouting. He had to admit she looked cute when she did that, which was odd. He tilted his head for a moment and looked at the solar princess; he would be lying if he didn’t say he found her attractive. It was like she was made in the image of the very thing she controlled. She had a healthy glow about her, her eyes held a brilliance that would warm even the coldest heart. And her body, it was the picture of perfection. It was perfectly fit, well proportioned, and not an ounce of fat on her. Well that last part wasn’t true, the only thing was, the fat went to the right places. Any stallion would be the envy of others if they were to have her, Tatarus, it would be a privilege.         “Is there something on my face?”         Baen shook his head and blinked as the princess stared at him, “Oh! N-no, my mind was just wandering.”         Celestia smirked, “Wandering where, might I ask?”         Baen looked to the side, “I was just merely thinking on my life as it is. The ponies I’ve met and lost…that’s all.”         “Hm,” the princess hummed, “I am curious Baen. You’ve boasted before that you have slept with many a mare, tell me, what exactly do you look for in one?”         Baen blinked a bit as his buzz eased his nerves and lowered his walls, “Well for starters, they have to be…I guess beautiful,” Celestia nodded as she placed her chin on her left forehoof, “they have to be strong, witty, kind,” Celestia stared at the barbarian with lidded eyes as her eyes traveled along him, “and her being a redhead is a plus.”         Celestia hummed again as her eyes traveled along his toned flank, “I see.”         “Well it’s only fair that I ask you what you look for in a stallion,” Celestia raised an eyebrow, “If you have preferences that is.”         Celestia stood up and stretched out her wings and legs while Baen stood shakily as well as she thought for a moment, “I like my stallions,” she approached him slowly and started circling him like a shark, “strong. Mysterious,” Baen eeped as Celestia’s shoe covered forehoof traced up his flank, “physically fit, compassionate and absolutely would love if he has,” she got close to Baen’s left ear, “green eyes,” she gently bit Baen’s ear.         Baen trembled as she did so. His muscles relaxed and a dark blush graced his cheeks. Celestia giggled playfully as she licked the nibbled ear getting another tremble from the barbarian.         “My, my,” Celestia cooed, “somepony has sensitive ears.”         Baen panted for a moment, “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”         Celestia giggled, “Oh no? Then I suppose you wouldn’t mind if I nibbled on your other ear.”         Baen was about to speak, but could only release a wordless croak as Celestia nibbled on his right ear. His rear legs lost all function as he fell on his rump. The solar Princess creeped around to the front of the barbarian and ran a hoof along his jawline as she went. The hoof stopped under his chin as she reached the front of him. Baen could only wordlessly stare at the beautiful mare before him. Celestia smiled warmly at him as her horn gave off a soft glow. The sound of every curtain being drawn was heard throughout the house. Every lock was fastened and the lone fireplace in the living room lit itself as every light dimmed.         Baen blinked, “Amazing…”         Celestia then spoke in a soft yet loving voice, “Gotcha.”         Then she moved Baen toward her face, and soon their lips met, both ponies shut their eyes and melted into the kiss. Celestia’s lips felt like the softest pillows against the male barbarian’s. Baen opened his eyes half way and saw that the princess had seated herself in front of him on her rump. He then felt something prod his lips; the object was warm and a tad wet. Baen shut his eyes slowly as he eased his lips open to allow the Princess’s tongue entry. Both ponies tongue’s found the other and began their dance. Softly wrestling for dominance, Celestia moaned into Baen’s mouth as she shifted where she sat. Baen’s nostrils flared as he picked up a familiar scent. The kiss broke after a good few minutes.         Celestia licked her lips, “Hm, such a unique taste.”         Baen was panting as he felt a familiar stir below. Celestia’s eyes traveled southward and her smile, though lustful, became one of hunger.         “Hm, my, my,” she purred, “I thought you only wielded an axe. To hide such a sword, shame on you,” Celestia’s horn gave off its glow as she levitated her regalia from her body, “tell me warrior. Do I fit your preferences?”         Baen could only stare at the now completely naked princess. Celestia pursed her lips as she eyed the barbarian.         “Hm, but you’re still wearing your armor, that hardly seems fair,” she placed her hoof on his emerging stallion hood and gently pressed down, “I’ll have to fix that.”         In an instance, Baen felt his armor leave his body in a flash of light. Baen felt exposed, afraid, but then he felt that hoof on his member slowly glide to the tip and back down again. Celestia purred at his fully erect stallionhood.         “Hm, I envy those mares in your time,” she continued to slowly stroke him until she took notice of the scars that covered his body and gasped, “Oh my.”         Baen looked away shamefully only to tremble. He glanced down and witnessed something he thought he would never see. Celestia, the princess of Equestria and commander of the sun, was kissing his scars the way a mother would do to a hurt foal. Her kisses were warm and loving as she bent forward to plant small kisses down the length of each scar. The mere sensations of which made the barbarian tremble and his cock throb for a moment. Celestia then reached his neck and gave it a loving lick before her hoof continued its ideal stroking, the black stallionhood sending pleasure through the barbarian’s body at her touch.         Baen moaned as Celestia brought both hooves to either side of his cock and stroked a little harder, “Enjoying yourself Baen?”         “Y-Yes,” Baen choked out, “you’re quite good with your hooves.”         Celestia chuckled, “Why thank you,” she then eyed his meat once more, “Hm…I wonder….”         Bending her head down, she came eye level with Baen’s head as she released it from her grasp and laid down once more on the floor. With her rear exposed to the air again, the scent grew stronger, causing Baen’s cock to twitch and softly bop Celestia on the nose. Celestia looked up at the stallion and stuck her tongue out at him. Then she went back to his shaft, her tongue remained out. Opening her mouth, she pressed the warm appendage to Baen’s head and gave a quick lick exciting a sharp moan from the stallion.         Celestia licked her lips once more then muttered, “Looks good and tastes good.”         Celestia bent back down and shut her eyes as she dragged her tongue up Baen’s shaft from the bottom to tip. She then planted small pecks around the edge of Baen’s head causing which graced her ears with deep pants. Celestia then smiled at the barbarian one final time before planting a kiss right on the tip. She held her lips there for a moment in the frozen kiss, her eyes closed and her graceful neck curved like a swans. Then her head started to move. It started with her slowly parting her lips, her tongue slithering out like a snake and pressing against the bottom of his stallion flesh. Baen watched in aroused wonder as his tip vanished into the princess’s mouth.         “Mmmmmmmm.”         Her hum was like the sweetest melody as she slowly descended on the meat. She never stopped humming as she went. Baen stared on as his breathing came in gasps; the princess had taken him to the hilt with no effort whatsoever. He could only question if the Alicorn throat had no gag reflex or was merely-         “Mmm!”         Celestia sharply turned her head to the right and flexed her neck. The rippling flesh of the throat caused Baen to stamp a hind hoof on the ground. Celestia twisted and bobbed her head up and down at a good pace, a pace which was driving Baen crazy. His breathing was building, as well as a familiar pressure in his loins. He placed a hoof on Celestia’s head as she bobbed her head faster, audible wet slurps filling the room as she went. One of Celestia’s hooves went underneath herself and southward, while the other fondled Baen’s balls. Grunting, Baen increased the pressure on Celestia’s head as the princess, on an upward stroke, swirled her tongue around Baen’s head before plunging back down. That did it. With a yell, Baen came hard into the princess’s mouth. Celestia brought her head slowly up as her cheeks puffed out. A series of heavy gulps, as well as a few throat lumps, slithered down her throat. Soon her cheeks flattened out. Giving a hard suck, she pulled off with a wet pop.         “Delicious,” Celestia stated, “Baen?”         The stallion was lying on his back panting with a pleased open mouthed smile on his face.         “T-that was amazing Princess,” Baen stated, “I haven’t had that good of a sucking in quite a long time-OOF!”         Baen glanced up and saw that while he had been talking, Celestia had stood up and turned around before sitting on his lower section. Her blush deepened as she started to rotate her hips in a small circle.         “We aren’t done yet,” Celestia stated with a sultry tone, “You have yet to claim your mare.”         Baen’s eyes widened as Celestia increased her grinding and whispered, “I am familiar with old customs.”         Baen’s cock poked Celestia in her right ass cheek as she gasped for a moment, before getting off, “Well warrior, what are you waiting for,” she placed her front half close to the ground and wiggled her hips in the air, “claim me.”         Baen growled as he got to his hooves. Approaching the royal tush, he planted a lick on her left cutie mark and then her right. The princess trembled and moaned as Baen hoisted his front half up; he felt his stallionhood’s head press against the princess’s slit, the wetness would prove most useful. Steadying his stance, Baen pushed forward. Celestia’s cheeks became completely red as she let out a loud moan of pure bliss, her warm wet walls clamping around Baen’s cock. The barbarian hilted in the goddess under him and remained still, both parties savouring the feeling of becoming one.         Celestia’s walls squeezed Baen’s cock as a signal to start. Baen more than happily obliged. He moved his hips back, leaving only his head within her, before plunging back in deep and hard. Celestia grunted and moved a mere inch forward, she felt a pair of hooves plant themselves on her flanks and the squeeze that followed caused another blissful moan to escape her lips. Baen’s hooves kneaded the firm yet soft cheeks he held as he increased his thrusting. Celestia gave light moans and fidgeted with each thrust and contact Baen’s hips made with her rear. One thing one needs to know about natural born Alicorns like Celestia and Luna, when they become aroused or are in the process of making love with another, even the slightest stimuli is like heaven to them. Celestia shut her eyes and opened her mouth, her tongue hanging out. Soon her eyes snapped open when she felt Baen’s pace increase. Her eyes became clouded with lust as they became lidded. Her mouth turned into a blissful smile as her tongue remained out of her mouth as she panted like a dog in heat. Baen then started to notice something. The sparkles and edges of her mane and tail glowed for a moment every now and then before reverting back to normal.         “HMMMMM, Baen,” Celestia managed to choke out, “I’m almost there.”         Baen was then bumped onto his back by Celestia’s mighty sunbutt. Celestia sat on his cock for a moment, her walls squeezing, neigh, milking him. She then raised her rear, and then slammed it back down. Baen reached up and squished her cheeks together and kneaded them once more as the Princess rode him like the pony he was. The Princess’s panting increased in frequency as Baen felt his own climax approaching. Celestia’s pants then turned into a series of pleasure filled whimpers as her pace hit its max. Baen released her cheeks as he felt Celestia’s walls clamp Baen in a vice.         Completely sitting upon the barbarian, the Princess’s pupil’s dilated as she stared at the ceiling.         “I’m cummi-,” her voice barely a whisper, transitioned into a scream of pure ecstasy. Her mane and tail’s edges and sparkles increasing in frequency, which caused the barbarian to let loose his second load of the night deep inside the solar princess. Celestia slowly fell off of Baen and rolled onto the ground panting. Rolling over to face him, she traced a hoof over his face as her mane and tail shifted back to normal.         Baen smiled warmly, “So, do I fit your preferences Princess?”         “That and more, that and more.”         Both ponies hugged each other happily as they basked in the afterglow. They would have continued their love making, if not for the alcohol in their systems and their bodies choosing now to fall asleep.          > New Moon (Cryptic) > --------------------------------------------------------------------------         The night holds many mysteries. Some known, others not so, but one mystery could not be answered no matter how hard one would search for a solution. Why does Baen like waffles so much? Currently the barbarian in question was happily digging into a plate of them while Twilight suppressed giggles. She decided that as a special treat, that she, Baen and Spike would have breakfast for a meal. It was originally going to be breakfast for lunch, but Twilight had to get in some last minute spell theory and it turned into breakfast for Linner. One thing she could never get tired of was that adorable smile Baen got whenever he ate waffles. She ate the scrambled eggs that had been placed before her by Spike, who was happily munching on some quartz.         Gulping down his latest helping with a satisfied smile, Baen turned to Twilight, “I must commend Spike. He makes good waffles.”         Spike swelled a bit with pride, “Thanks, I aim please.”         Twilight shook her head with a small smile, “Well it was nice of you to join us for our,” she chuckled, “late meal.”         Baen nodded, “I was going to ask about that. What manner of spell were you crafting?”         Twilight brightened at the question, “Oh well actually it’s an enchantment, it’s supposed to bind any spell to an object for limited usage. For example, if I were to bind my teleportation spell to a rock or pendant…”         *BURP!*         Both ponies turned their heads as a scroll plopped on the table. Twilight raised an eyebrow as Spike beat his chest for a moment before stuffing his mouth with more gems.  Twilight raised a hoof to Baen as she unfurled the scroll and started to scan its contents. He expression transitioned from confused, to surprised, to puzzlement. She placed it down for a moment to gaze at Baen, before reading it over again.         “What’s the problem Twilight?”         Twilight lowered the scroll, “It’s from Princess Luna,” she scanned the scroll once more, “She’s…invited you to Canterlot to attend Night Court with her to, and I quote,” she cleared her throat, “Ease our boredom and have friendly company.”         Baen blinked a few times, “Really?”         Twilight nodded, “It says here exactly. Though I’m a little curious why she wants you of all ponies, I mean you’re not…,” she noticed Baen’s deadpan look, “well, I just don’t think you would do well in Night Court. It’s not really your thing.”         Baen smirked, “You doubt my ability of restraint?”         “Well, that’s one reason.”         Baen’s smirk grew wider, “You fear that I might take your lunar princess’ virtue?”         Twilight’s blush was reminiscent of a tomato as she sputtered, “N..No, it, what?”         Baen started laughing as Twilight puffed out her cheeks in mild frustration.         Soon the meal was finished, and Baen bid Twilight fair well and went to prepare for his evening’s events.         After a while of sitting on the train, Baen had arrived at Canterlot and he disembarked into the darkening streets. As he trotted along, he glanced at each pony he passed. Some turned their noses up at the veteran warrior while others gave him nods of respect. After a bit more of walking, he stopped when he noticed two things. One was that the normal gold armored guards were absent, instead in their place were dark armored guards…. and the other was that they had bat-like wings. Baen nodded with an impressed expression.         “Thestrals,” he walked to one of the bat ponies who eyed him curiously, “has been a while since I’ve seen your kind. Princess Luna is expecting me.”         The thestral nodded but stopped when Baen glanced at him and smiled while he casually said, “Élő, mint az éjszaka.  Hosszú és erős.”         The thestral blinked in surprise but smiled a toothy grin and responded, “A hold végigvezeti Önt.”         Baen trotted into the darkened halls of the castle and looked around with intrigue. It seemed all the carpets that were usually a lush red had become a deep purple, and the tapestries bore Luna’s crest and colors. He nodded, so this was what one called a shift change. The decorum aside, he ventured through the main hall and came to the Throne Room. Pushing open the doors, he came into a strangely illuminated chamber. All the candle holders and light sources burned with blue flames which cast a serene and calming glow. But what drew Baen’s attention was the smiling face of the pony sitting in the throne. Luna’s smiling face was calm yet bore a welcoming aura in its appearance, which Baen returned in earnest before approaching her.         “Ah Sir Baen,” Luna stated with a happy tone, “it is good to see you got our…I mean…my invitation.  You seem well.”         Baen nodded as he approached, “Likewise your highness.”         Luna raised her hoof in a dismissing manner, “Please Sir Baen, there is no need for titles between friends. I ask that you call me simply, Luna.”         “If that is the case, Luna, you may just call me Baen as my friends do.”         Luna blushed lightly but nodded, “Very well.”         A thestral guard trotted in, “Princess Luna, Night Court is about to commence.  Are you and your….guest, ready to begin?”         Luna sat tall and nodded, “Send them in.”         Baen and Luna then sat in Night Court and listened to all the complaints, requests, and pleas. Many were either considered or outright rejected on the grounds some of them were just ridiculous. After the court adjourned, Baen was led from the throne room through the castle.  Luna and the barbarian trotted side by side as they ventured through the halls.         “I truly am glad you could come here this night,” she glanced at the warrior with a smile then sighed, “sometimes I still wish for the old ways to be in practice.”         “Hm?”         “Back before our banishment,” Luna corrected herself quickly, “MY banishment, I had free reign to reject outrageous claims. I remember I used to throw the book at them.”         “You imprisoned them?”         Luna chuckled, “No, I mean I threw a book of Equestrian law at them.”         Baen thought for a moment, “Hardcover or paper back?”         Both ponies shared a good laugh as they entered through a pair of double doors and into a large chamber. In the center of it was a bunch of beanbag chairs and at the far end was a balcony with a telescope.         “Where are we Luna,” Baen asked.         Luna smiled warmly, “This is my personal musing chamber, I come here after Court to unwind and reflect.”         Baen walked to the balcony and looked at the moon in all its glory, “It’s beautiful you know.”         Luna joined him as she glanced at the moon, “It is indeed.  No pony knows how much work I put in each night. A canvas at my disposal to alter as I please,” her smile softened, “but I adhere to the design, as is my duty.”         Baen glanced at the princess as he gaze seemed to look into a far off place a single tear running from her eye, “Luna…is everything alright?”         “I was….merely thinking of the last time I deviated from the design,” she smiled warmly, “the way she smiled…they smiled. It warmed my heart so…”         Baen glanced at the princess and noticed one other thing, her royal adornments were gone, most likely removed upon entering and he failed to notice.         “What was this thing you did?”         Luna smiled, “One night, I remember I wanted to do something for mother, father, and Celestia. Something so special they would never forget it, a symbol of my love,” happy tears dripped from her eyes, “I remember the strength I put forth, the pain I had to endure as my strength was sapped. But in the end, I did it.”         Baen titled his head as she sat down still staring at the sky, “What?”         Luna pointed, “The Northern Star, the one star in the sky that burns brighter than any of the others,” Baen stared at the star in question, “I made it just for them.” Baen could only stare in awe at the star, “You….you made that?” Luna looked away but nodded, “Aye, I did. But alas, after I gave them this gift, I could never make another. I lack the sufficient power now to do so,” she looked at her hooves, “Perhaps it was because I performed the deed so young it affected me in such a way.”         Baen sat beside her, “Such a gift was worth the strain,” he smiled as he glanced at the star, “to show such devotion, you deserved the love that is given to you.”         Luna stared at Baen in surprise.  She had not expected such a comment from a story of her past, in truth she was expecting Baen to act as what all it was, a story to be told. She blushed as she looked at the serene barbarian; she tilted her head lightly and smiled. The way the moon and stars shined in his eyes, the light of the moon and how it framed him, she shifted slightly. Baen looked to her as she quickly looked to the sky.         “Well princess, It has been fun,” he stood slowly, “I would love to do this again sometime,” he slowly made for the door but stopped.         “Hold Baen….,” Baen glanced over his shoulder….and blushed hard.         Luna was standing, but the way she faced the window and how the light shined off her body, he was lost in the beauty of the night princess.         “Baen…might I be honest with thee?”         Baen blinked at her usage of her old tongue, “Please.”         Luna shuffled a little, her back still to him, “I….I have in truth been seeking somepony,” she shuffled, “a consort of whom I feel great love for and respect. But for many years I was always glanced over, living in my sister’s shadow and I thought nopony would come along that would capture my heart,” she blushed harder, “But Baen….I must say….you….have ensnared mine heart so,” she rubbed her forehooves together, “I think of thee most nights in my solitude and it is most pleasant. Therefore I asked you here for another motive.”         Baen blinked in surprise as he fully turned to face her…behind.         Luna inhaled and then exhaled with clam nerves, “Would thee….make love to us this night?”         Baen stood in complete shock at the statement, he was called being forward, but Luna….it was like she was a female version of him. He had to admit that she was indeed bold to outright ask him, and mind you, he considered it a few times. When he looked upon the princesses, he not just saw royalty; he saw two mares that held great power and beauty. He had to admit, where Celestia was outright beautiful and held great warmth that welcomed many. Luna’s beauty was subtle and mysterious, just as the phase of the day she controlled. Each movement was graceful and smooth. Her body’s curves were subtle, and yet bore an envious figure. To have either of the royal diarchy as a bride would be a great achievement and honor indeed.         Luna lowered her head, “I was too forward, apologies,” she looked to the side in disappointment and mild sadness, “I’ll understand if this changes things between the two of us….”         Baen shook his head and approached her remaining silent.         “I’m more accustomed to how the ponies of old courted, always listing their intentions,” she mused silently, “If you wish to leaAAYA!” Luna snapped her neck around and blushed a deep crimson; Baen’s eyes were closed as he gently licked her left cutie mark.         “You forget Luna,” Baen said with a warm smile of his own, “I come from a time where we would jump to the deed with few words exchanged.”         Luna smiled, “Do you mean?”         Baen smiled as he kissed her right cutiemark and gave it a small lick, “Yes, my lady of the night.”         Luna’s hind legs fidgeted, “This licking of our marks, why do you do this?”         Baen smiled as he alternated between licking both, “It’s a ritual from my tribe,” he finished licking her marks, “it symbolizes how the warrior is willing to welcome his mate’s destiny to mingle with his.”         Luna let out a soft moan as he gently rubbed her flanks with his now exposed front hooves, “This however, is merely me getting a feel for you.”         Luna could feel her nerves becoming sensitive, as was the alicorn’s physiology during pleasure, soft pants escaped her lips as Baen smelled a familiar scent from her rear. In a flash however, Baen saw the blue rear move toward him and knocked him onto his back, his chestplate vanishing. Baen looked up at the looming rump above him.         “I believe we should introduce thee to a pastime of ours,” Luna purred, “moon gazing.”         She then lowered her hindquarters, and Baen’s snout was covered by the velvety softness of Luna’s butt. His eyes half closed as Luna panted and moved her hips a little, and then she let out a throaty moan of surprise. Baen’s tongue had slithered from his mouth and run swiftly up Luna’s marehood, her taste, it was like that of wine of the finest age. He then slowly shut his eyes and pressed his tongue to her slit.         “W..What ah! Is this you a…a…ah!”         Baen’s tongue gently slid along the princess’ folds, savouring the taste that graced his tongue and probing her inner depths before licking her button. Luna was…she didn’t know what to think. Her mind was an utter blank as this barbarian did something she had never felt before.  Usually she would grind to stimulate herself to prepare for the rutting, but what he was doing was unlike anything she had experienced. He was tasting her, testing her, pleasing her, and she loved him all the more for it. Her eyes shut as she basked in the pleasure, her body growing warm as pleasure lanced through her nerves. She opened her mouth small moans escaped her lips. As this act took place, she felt something primal at the back of her mind, a hidden desire.  Her mind however was so clouded with lust that she couldn’t properly place it. Her pants grew deeper as Baen’s tongue breached her walls and entered her canal. But it was then that something happened.         As Luna panted hard, warmth rising in her tummy and slowly moving through her loins, a change was happening. Her pupils’ with each exhale of breath would turn to cat like slits but revert back on the inhale. Eventually, the warmth grew in intensity and she pressed back against his muzzle craving more. It was then that Baen’s tongue hit somewhere within her that she lost control. Letting loose a low and long moan of absolute bliss, her pupils became total slits as she came into the barbarian’s muzzle. Baen drank her fluids as Luna panted, her eye color changing with her pupils. She looked down and her eyes widened in hunger at what she saw, Baen’s shaft standing proud. She slowly licked her teeth, the teeth in question sharpening into points slowly. Leaning down, she popped the tip of his shaft into her mouth, suckling on it hard before she started to bob on it.         Baen moaned deeply, but couldn’t help but feel something tracing dangerously close to his skin. Glancing down, he only saw a nice and moist opening, but he noticed something else.  Luna was growing. He blinked in disbelief but groaned as she gave a hearty suck, her wings spreading as they turned jet black. Her rear seemingly growing with her body to proportion, he could only stare on in awe as she continued to change before his eyes. He blinked a few times, and then he felt her take him into her throat and he lost it. His head hit the floor as her muscles worked over his stallionhood, he shut his eyes tight. Deep within him however, his instincts sensed an approaching threat and flared his Wrath aura on reflex. Luna’s change was almost complete into the mare of darkness as Baen was reaching his limit.         Luna....no…Nightmare Moon, removed the shaft from her muzzle and massaged it with her hooves, “Good little pony, show your lady what you have to offer her.”         She took Baen into her mouth and gave a mighty suck while gently tracing her teeth over the sensitive flesh. That did it. Baen let loose a loud moan as he came hard down her throat, Nightmare Moon drinking him all down before popping off once more. She stood up and stared down at Baen, her liquid like mane thrashing wildly.         “Is that all?  Such a shame,” her horn started to glow dangerously, “for you.”         However, what she failed to realize was a crucial fact. When Baen had climaxed and blown his load into the Mare in The Moon, his Wrath aura had still been active and not only that, his old magic had gotten into her. Nightmare Moon froze on the spot and shook her head wildly as she screeched in mild pain, she then fell to the floor writhing as pain wracked her body. Baen stood and stared down in astonishment at what he saw. Nightmare’s coat changed back to Luna’s color, her cutie mark and eyes soon following, but something else was at work. Luna’s mane returned to its original appearance, but she maintained Nightmare Moon’s length.  Slowly the alicorn stood and stared down at the barbarian.         “What...,” she covered her mouth in surprise, “My….my voice….,” her voice, though still Luna’s, was much softer and flowed like the calmest stream.         She turned quickly and looked at herself in amazement in a mirror.  Luna stared back at her, but the Luna that stared back….was far different. Gone were the features of her dark half, instead her features remained, but much smoother and youthful. Her body’s figure and stature were that of Nightmare’s but no more, they were now all her own. Her mane billowed lightly in its invisible breeze but was now in equal length to her sister’s and the stars within sparkled in a pattern continuously. She was speechless, her look, her voice, it was a miracle. Gone were the separate personas and appearance of Nightmare Moon and Princess Luna, now the two were one. And yet, all that remained was Luna, Princess of Equestria and Ruler of the Night and its stars. Princess Luna looked at her body as it was.         “I’m….,” she stared at her reflection and unfurled her wings that were now proudly angelic like her sisters, “I’m….,” she looked at a picture of Celestia as her lower lip trembled and tears pooled in her eyes.         “Luna?”         Luna embraced the barbarian in a loving hug, “Baen, for the first time in my life, I feel complete,” she cried into his shoulder, “for this…I cannot thank you enough.”         Baen smiled, but blushed when he felt a certain southerner pop up front and center.         Luna purred in his ear which sent a shiver through him at her new voice, “Mmm, how could I forget. You’ve done your princess a great service and it’s only fit she does you the same, come my knight, let us be one this night.”         Luna pulled away and lowered her front, her new rear presented proudly in the air as she flagged him over. Baen nodded and trotted over to her, soon mounting the new Luna and pressing his head to her slit. Both holding their breath, he pushed in; moans of equal volume escaped them both. Luna’s blush became so red; it could be considered a new shade. Luna panted lightly and looked back at the barbarian as he started thrusting, her walls hugging his shaft and at the same time sucking him further into her body. She moaned with each slap his body made against hers, he shaft throbbing within her warm love tunnel. Both ponies mated in bliss, Baen wanting to make Luna feel the love she wanted from the the stallion whom she chose to be the focal point of her affection, and Luna wanting to please the stoic barbarian. After many minutes went by, Baen’s pace increased as Luna’s hooves dug into the floor as her own pleasure began to mount. Unintentionally her horn started to glow with a royal blue aura tinged with mild silver.         “Baen, darling, I’m am nearing my ah!”         “As am I.”         Both ponies increased their lovemaking, Luna slamming against Baen to match his inward thrusts. Soon both ponies cried out and came hard. Baen unloaded his seed deep within Luna and Luna splashed his crotch with her juices. But then, something shocked them both.  Luna’s horn discharged with a mass of light that traveled through the whole castle knocking loose dust free. Baen and Luna slumped, Luna’s new wings flopping to her sides. Baen pulled out of her and the embraced each other, kissing the other lovingly. Baen then heard a knock on the door and Luna snapped her eyes open. Looking to the side, she sent a wave of magic through the room, cleaning her, Baen, and the room up. Luna quickly adjusted her royal adornments size and donned them as Baen put his armor on. The door opened, and Celestia stood shocked.         “L…Luna, is that you,” The alicorn approached the other who matched her now in height.         “It is I, dear sister.”         Both alicorns nuzzled each other in happiness as Baen watched on and nodded.         Outside, beside The North Star were two new stars. One a rose red, and below it, a royal blue one.         A month passed by when news reached the ears of many of Princess Luna’s new appearance and her power. Truly now the sisters were equal.         Celestia smiled and looked at her sister lovingly, “This miracle, it truly is a gift.”         Luna nodded as Celestia looked away as the night princess rubbed her lower stomach and whispered softly, “But it is only the first gift, my dear sister.”                            > Getting Your Rocks Off (kalash93) > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hot coffee, strong and black, fell from the pot and into the waiting porcelain cup below, where it steamed in the cool air. Baen shook his dark mane and yawned. While normally okay with mornings, there was only so much that one could do with four hours of sleep following partying like a champ. He split open his dry mouth to yawn, welcoming in a rush of air which revitalized his taste buds. He felt the sticky dryness on his tongue, but fortunately no traces of vomit. The slightly burnt smell of coffee reached his nose. Not caring about the black beverage’s strong heat, he took a big sip. Immediately, Baen tasted bitterness, then the scorching heat hit him in full. Too hot! He sputtered, losing the fight to control his drink, spilling some from his lips and cup as he put it all down. A casual glance to the right; some of the coffee had spattered the mail. Oh well, might as well see what was in the envelopes this time around while he waited for the coffee to become more drinkable than molten lava. Baen took one look at the first envelope. “Bill,” he said, casually discarding the stained stationery it to the left side of the table. He read the heavy handwriting on the second envelope, which was improperly sealed and already spattered with something other than the light spotting of coffee. “Bill,” he said, intending to give the stallion’s missive its due consideration when he wasn’t skirting zombification. Some sort of unsolicited spam, all dressed up to look important. “Junk,” he said, idly wishing he were a unicorn just so he could burn it to ash effortlessly. He got to the final envelope. He recognized the handwriting. “Could it be…?” He picked up the envelope and examined it closer. “Maud Pie,” he read aloud. What could she want? “Hi, Baen. I will be in Ponyville on the sixteenth to buy equipment for the expedition. If you want to meet me, just look around the town in the afternoon. Boulder won’t be coming; he’s feeling sedimentary and has to watch the camp, so it will be only the two of us alone together. He won’t be lonely; he had plenty of friends. They’re all rocks. Don’t worry about Pinkie Pie. Would it be cool if I crashed at your place? I will pay you back however you want. P.S.: Boulder took the picture. I hope it’s not bad. -Maud” Enclosed was a picture of Maud in her simple, tattered work overalls with the orange hardhat atop her head, holding that flimsy pick favored by geologists. In her pocket was a small bulge, doubtlessly Boulder, her debatably animate pet rock. Her expression was the same as always. Her big, green eyes were half lidded over by her dark eyelids in their perpetual stare bordering between resigned boredom and utter apathy, but always annoyingly stone cold unreadable. Her grey coat was dusty, but she had managed to take good care of her pale violet mane and tail, keeping them as plainly as ever, but that wasn’t what his eyes sought out. He sought curves in this mare’s form, only to come up empty. Curse all baggy garments and dead-on frontal photography. Baen looked the letter over once again. He read the last sentence, where Maud said she would repay him for the favor with anything he wanted. He grinned, remembering that he hadn’t been with a mare in a while, and the one time he had met Maud in person, he could definitely tell that there was something fine subducted underneath the stony expression and the frumpy clothes; photographs never flattered her. He felt the anxious fire in his body, here was a chance to woo a mare, if only he could manage it. What was the best time to look for Maud, anyway? It wasn’t like she had specified a time to meet. He checked the letter again. No times mentioned, just the date, the sixteenth, which was – he started – it was today! He looked at the clock; it was already mid-morning, beginning to draw near to noon! Damn, he’d probably slept through Maud’s arrival! Jolted into action, he gulped down the not quite scalding coffee, making a face as the strong taste hit him full force. He was out the door on his search before the liquid even landed in his stomach. The sun was setting. Exhausted, Baen slouched down on a bench and watched the sunset. He pawed at his armor. He had worn it to bed the previous night, had not taken it off all day, and it was starting to ache quite a lot. Ignoring the pain, he sighed. No sight of Maud Pie. Not even one peep out of Pinkie Pie. “Where are you?” He sighed into the breeze, not expecting a response. “Right behind you,” a dull voice said. Baen whirled round to see the eternally deadpan face of Maud Pie with its green eyes looking into his own. Was it just him, or did she somehow look well, happy to see him? “Where did you come from!?” “I came from Sugar Cube Corner. Pinkie Pie was making me try rock candy with her.” She held out a solid half dozen rock candy necklaces. Baen took them from her. “Not a fan?” “Totally. I don’t like rock candy, but I sure love Pinkie Pie.” Baen nodded. Maud circled around and sat next to Baen on the bench. He saw that she was wearing something tight and revealing, but no less protective than her trademark outfit, and she definitely had some nice curves under those clothes… Taken off guard, the stallion replied, “So, um, about your letter…” He hoped she didn’t see the heat on his face. “What about it?” “You can do it, right?” “Oh yeah, that, of course.” Not good; he was getting more skittish than a virgin colt visiting his first hooker. He needed to not sweat it; Maud was attractive and in his debt, and soon to be in his bed, if only for convenience. By right, this ought to be an easy scenario for him, but it wasn’t. This mare was not a stranger. “Let’s go,” Maud droned. “Where?” Baen spat out, doing a sterling job of showing how to not impress a mare. “To dinner, unless you aren’t hungry.” “Oh no, I’m hungry, Maud,” winked back Baen at the ever stoic Maud. “For what?” His mind drew a blank. Shit. Spinning around, Baen pointed at the first restaurant he could find, a diner. “How about there?” “Okay.” Soon they were inside the diner. As they ate, Baen kept on trying to interest Maud in conversation, but, to be frank, it was like trying to talk to a rock. “So, Maud, anything interesting happen on your expedition?” “I guess.” As Maud was not turned to face him, but rather towards the countertop, Baen caught himself eyeing her toned flank. “What were you looking at- I mean for?” “Rocks.” “What kind of rocks? Special rocks?” Baen suggested, trying to get something interesting out of her. “I guess. They were all special rocks.” Then, without prompting, Maud produced a satchel from thin air and extracted a few stones from it. “These are some samples.” “Rocking ones.” Baen flashed a smile. He swore that the waitress within earshot physically greyed. “What kinds of rocks are these, again?” Maud pointed to a shiny, black one. “This one is igneous, because it’s made by something hot.” “I think part of me is igneous…” Maud ignored him and pointed to the second one, a multicolored striped stone. “This one is sedimentary, because it’s made by a bunch of layers laying of top of each other and pressing until they become one rock.” She smacked it with her hoof, causing a small sprinkling of dust to fall from the rock. “This one was made in a riverbed. You can tell where it was wet by the color.” Baen couldn’t touch that one, not with the waitress discretely glowering at him. “Cool.” Maud pointed to a final rock. “This is metamorphic. It’s made by other things squeezing it hot and tight, making it very hard.” “Like me.” “Unless you’ve been crushed by magma for thousands of years miles underground, I highly doubt that.” The waitress was giving him an embarrassed look mirrored by Baen’s own sense of social awkwardness. He caught her eye. “Check, please.” He was reaching for his bits to pay when Maud suddenly placed a magnificent sapphire on the counter. “Are you getting it?” No response. The waitress hovered over them. “Maud!?” She blinked slowly. “I think Steiner is a cousin of this granite.” Baen smiled painfully at the baffled waitress. “She’s a geologist,” he explained. “She’s really into rocks.” “That’s fine, but is she paying?” “Toni- No, I am,” answered Baen, putting a few extra bits on the countertop, eager to get out before the heat in his cheeks ignited the atmosphere. They were out in record time. Once outside, Baen proposed to Maud, “Let’s go home; I have drinks there.” Maud nodded and they proceeded back to the stallion’s place. Maud was eerily silent the entire time. Was she angry at him? Was she privy to and upset by his efforts to bed her? Was she bored? Baen couldn’t tell, and he just couldn’t quite bring himself to ask for fear of ruining any last chance to salvage the day. He still had two more chances, he reminded himself in an attempt to stay positive. First of all were the drinks left at home – not the best or fine by any means, but they were pleasant enough, and more importantly, packed with plenty of that all-important ethanol. The second chance was to bring up the promise that she’d pay him back however he asked, but would that turn out well? For all he knew, Maud probably acknowledged the existence of sex as just something which happened to others outside of her. Her sex drive likely existed buried deeper than the lithosphere. After all, he had never heard Pinkie say anything about Maud even being aware of romance, let alone desiring it. What if she was uninitiated? On one level, the thought of having a virgin very much excited Baen. He grinned at the thought, envisioning looking at a blushing mare all spread out on his bed, blushing, doubtful, but eager. “Be gentle…” she’d ask. He would enter her slowly, breaking through the barrier no faster than she was willing, but ultimately filling her all the way with his cock, claiming her as his, unknown to any other stallion or touched by any mare. She would be so slick and tight that he could not last long before filling her fertile, fresh body with his hot seed while she rocked her body, making lusty noises. Then another thought occurred to him. What if she was already quite experienced in bed? It was not at all uncommon for unmarried ponies to be quite prolific, so Maud could already know exactly what she’s doing. That could be good, if she liked sex with stallions. For all he knew, the mare could be quite the exquisite fuck; her body gave all the right indicators of agility and fitness. But Maud already being experienced could be a bad thing if say, she was frigid or not into stallions or even just not into sex. Or worse, she could just be decided that she’d never bed him no matter what. Despite being the horny bastard he was, Baen would never intentionally force somepony unwilling or unable. Worst of the worst, though, was what if she didn’t appreciate being rutted and then ended up pregnant. Nothing that a bit of caution and magic couldn’t prevent. Baen marched to his home with Maud right behind him the whole time. She had been silent. One thing Baen immediately recalled about Maud was just how much the mare could dawdle. If he hadn’t noticed just how quietly she could move, then odds are that he wouldn’t’ve realized that he’d left her behind until he was miles away. When they reached his door, he stopped “Are we there?” Maud asked. Baen began contending with the lock. It was several seconds before he realized that his guest had something. “Almost, just let me open this,” he replied, not looking at her. The lock clicked into place. Then unbidden came a sinking feeling. He hadn’t cleaned up the place, had he? Damn. He hoped that not having had a real roof over her head in months had made her impassive towards dirtiness. Baen opened the door. “Welcome to my humble abode, Maud,” he flourished with a flick to turn on the lights. Silence. As if on cue, a sole cricket began to chirp. Clip-clop, in they walked. Baen shut the door behind them. “Am I sleeping here?” Maud asked, completely unreadable. “No, you’re sleeping with me in a bed, I mean in a bed. You’re my guest, after all.” Another brilliant move by the world’s least suave seducer. She nodded. “How do you want me to pay you back for your kindness?” “Don’t worry about it; I got a feeling you’re going to be the best guest I’ve had in ages. So, can I get you anything? A drink?” “A drink would be nice.” Maud saw herself to the table and got seated. At least this part of the plan was going like he wanted. Baen ducked into the refrigerator. Even if he hadn’t been intent on seducing her, of course he’d offer her drinks and give her the best bed in the house – he was a barbarian, not a savage! “So, whaddaya want? Beer, vodka, whiskey, chacha, absinthe, waragi, rum, tequila, cognac, liqueurs, wine, coolers?” “Chacha.” Baen was taken aback. “Y’sure? That’s some strong stuff.” “Yes.” Well, that was the first time he’d even seen Maud definitely assert herself for something, so he thought better than to argue. He quickly produced the bottle, unopened, full of clear liquor strong enough to blind a horse. He uncorked it with one of his bronze war daggers and then proceeded to find and then partially fill a pair of lowball liquor glasses. The unmistakable odor of strong drink filled the air. Baen lifted up his glass in a toast. Maud lifted hers just as he proclaimed, “To friendsh-” He stared, caught off guard. The mare merely stretched out her empty glass. “Why are you wasting drinking time to friends?” One corner of her mouth poked upwards just a little bit. Baen smiled. “So you want to drink like a mercenary quartered with a moonshiner?” “I would.” “Great! Let’s get started!” Baen inhaled his shot of Chacha before it even had time to maraud over his tongue. He was about to pour out the second round when the biting strength hit him with full force. How the hell was this mare just sitting there, taking something akin to rocket fuel like it was nothing? He tried to hide his reaction. He made a face, but held in the cough from the burning alcohol. Her eyes lit up good-naturedly. “Don’t think I can take it, eh? Well, let’s serve up round two!” Five rounds later, Baen’s head was pleasantly swimming. After pounding back the initial three, he’d slowed to avoid spending the night worshipping at the porcelain altar. Maud, infuriatingly enough, was still sitting as stonily as ever. She had taken him shot per shot. Currently, he’d sipped away part of his current one. She asked him, “Too much, Baen?” “Too much!? What do you mean too much? I’m a barbarian, damnit! Where I grew up, you’d be dead if you couldn’t hold your liquor. We all drink real spirits, distilled in old bronze melted down from our enemies’ swords and dropped right into your cup.” Baen gestured to indicate something the size of two mugs of cider put together. He stumbled over to the fridge in his most brilliant move of the night. He opened it, declaring, “See, I’m as hard-drinking a barbarian as there ever was.” Maud rolled her eyes. “Okay then, Baen and bar-barian, why do you have softy drinks like wine, liqueurs, cognac, coolers, and absinthe?” Defiant, he pulled out the vodka and took a great gulp right from the bottle. “They’re for locals, especially the mares. Seriously, they couldn’t take a shot if their lives counted on it.” “I know,” replied Maud before she downed another mouthful of chacha. “In my expedition, there’s me, four mares from Equestria, and a griffon.” “She wouldn’t be named Gilda, now would she?” “Yes. So?” “Nothing. As you were saying.” Maud looked Baen in the eye. “So, when we are relaxing after working all day, Gilda and I always drink together.” Baen’s mouth hung open. “You mean you’re the only two drinkers there?” “I mean the other mares just don’t drink anything good.” Baen nodded. “On our first day there, while we were unpacking, one of the others had this bag with nothing but different things to be used in mixing drinks. Imagine like a sorta strong thing that’s supposed to taste like watermelon, only not at all like watermelon. And it was blue.” “I hope you never drank it.” “No, I would not drink it. Life is too short to not have fun.” Baen chuckled, “You sound like Pinkie Pie when you’re drunk, Maud.” He sat back down at the table with the vodka. “No I don’t, and I’m not even drunk,” she blushed back. “Yeah well, this pony says you are and you do.” “Go home, Baen, you are drunk.” “I am already home and I’m just slightly drunk. And speaking of intoxication, you want to keep going?” “Yes. Keep ‘em coming.” A few moderated, paced, spaced rounds of somewhat smaller doses of vodka followed. In spite of the epic quantities of liquor they were consuming, Maud somehow managed to maintain more or less the exact same expression and demeanor despite becoming more chatty. A while later, Baen asked, ‘Are you having fun, Maud?” “What do you think?” “You know I don’t think. I’m a stallion; I get ideas in my head which are right so long as I don’t express them to any mares. But I’ll tell you that I think you’re having a good time.” “Wrong on all three accounts. First, I doubt you’re really a true stallion. Second, you’re wrong even if no mare is around to tell you you are. Third, I haven’t had this good a time since Gilda gave me a very special wakeup call one morning in the tent…” Baen’s mind leapt into foggy action. Suddenly, unbidden, without his suggestion, Maud had suddenly said something that sounded pretty raunchy. He teased her back, “You and Gilda must be very close friends.” “We are very close. When you spend all day with someone, working with them, eating with them, living with them, drinking with them, bathing with them, eating them, especially in the Badlands, where it gets pretty cold at night…” “Glad to hear you’re getting along well with your coworkers. I gotta say, though, it can get pretty cold some nights here, too, what with there being only one bed and all, graciously offered by the host, and it would be a shame to miss out on some really nice company.” Suddenly, Maud sat straight up, looked Baen right in the eye, and demanded, “Baen, have you been planning this whole time to seduce me by taking me out to dinner before taking me back to your house, getting me all loaded up, and then suggesting that we share a bed, with a backup plan being that you would use my expressed gratitude and written statement that I would be indebted to you to sway me into having sex with you, because you know that I always say exactly what I mean, and you’ve spent this entirely night awkwardly trying to execute this plan of yours, because you feel awkward about trying to seduce a mare who is already your friend, because you really want to have sex with her, but you also don’t want to lose her friendship or hurt her.” Baen was stunned. He just sat completely unable to process it for a great many moments. Then, he admitted sheepishly in just a whisper, “More or less.” Shit, shit, this was not good. Maud was leaning forwards towards him, unreadable as always. “Why didn’t you just tell me that you’d like to fuck?” Baen, in the most desperate, dangerous move of his life said, “Maud Pie, I want to fuck you.” This was it, his reckless death or glory charge. Either he’d finish tonight balls deep in Maud’s pussy with his cum leaking into her or he’d spend the night wishing that he had a booze-powered time machine. With her voice in the same monotone as ever, she said, “Let’s do it.” With a wide smile, Baen got up from the table and put a limb around Maud, squeezing her plot. “Allow me,” he said, leading her towards his bedroom. She gave a glance downward followed by a casual remark. “I see you are excited to see me.” “And to touch you, too.” “I know I don’t look very excited, but if you saw how much I’m looking forward to this, the furniture would be floating.” Her speech was weird; it was the same robotic drone as always, but chattier and trying to be sexy. Baen brushed it off. They climbed the stairs, with both of them groping each other liberally. When they arrived in the bedroom, Maud unfastened her belt and stripped naked in seconds. Baen saw every inch of her glorious body, with its sensual curves, generous proportions, toned core, and inviting thighs spread just for him. She said, “Make me your mare.” “Oh I will.” Baen licked his lips and went for the lightswitch. “Baen, stop.” Baen did. “What’s the matter? If you don’t want to do anything, that’s okay.” “I’m okay. I just want to do it with the lights on. I’ve only been with one other stallion a few times before, and he always did it in the dark.” Baen grinned. “So you want to see what’s going on when you’re being rutted, do you?” “Yes. Is it weird?” “I like it,” answered Baen, stepping forwards to claim his prize. He was about to spread her thigh when another interruption came from Maud. “Take your armor off.” “Are you sure?” He self-consciously patted his protection. “It can’t be anything bad; you’re one sexy guy, and I want to see what it looks like when I fuck a hot stud.” Baen was too drunk and too horny to say no to a stunning mare splayed before him. “If you wish. If you don’t like it, well, that’s your problem.” He removed his armor and cast it aside, where it clanged on the floor. “Not bad,” remarked Maud. “You look very fuckable.” “Maud, are you trying to talk sexy?” “Yes.” “Please stop it; you sound like bad porn dialogue.” “You sound like bad porn dialogue.” Baen laughed, “The difference is that I’m a professional at it; I never fail to make a mare groan.” He got on the bed, overlooking Maud’s naked body. He met her eyes and smiled. “Are you sure you want to do this?” “Baen, you’re attractive, I’m offering myself to you, I haven’t had a stallion in ages, and I know that you want to fuck me until your cum gushes into me like liquid igneous rock, and you’re wondering if I want to have sex with you because you’re worried about my feelings. Don’t be so sedimentary – and I thought I was supposed to be the one with rocks in my head. Now hurry up and fuck me before I ride you so long that your dick fossilizes.” With the biggest blush ever, Baen chucked, “Okay, okay, I’ll thrust my mountain into your rift valley.” Gently, he touched her face. “You’re pretty, Maud.” He lowered his muzzle to hers, holding his gaze with hers. He caressed her soft cheek, feeling the mare relax at his touch. A little heat came up and she pressed her lips to his. Maud was warm and soft, but not overly gentle. Her kiss, though distinctly feminine, was bold, brazen and hungry. She pressed against him without making any noise. He proffered his tongue, teasing against her slightly parted lips. She leapt at the opportunity, caressing his lips and tongue with her own, deepening the kiss as their hooves went elsewhere. Baen’s hoof stroked her exposed throat. Then he gently touched her chest, feeling it rise and fall as a quickening pace. The heart within it beat furiously. Maud’s hoof pressed against Baen’s back, drawing him into a deep kiss and pressing their bodies together. He couldn’t resist her strength and enjoyed her soft touches on his face, the way she ruffled his mane. This was a simple mare, plain in speech, serious in work, open in friendship, and tender in bed. They held each other close, appreciating the warmth and softness. Slowly, Maud’s hoof ventured lower down, finding every strong muscle in the stallion’s body, admiring his body as a work of sculpted art. Deep within her, she felt a desire to feel him inside her, giving himself to her. She wanted to experience him. Her hoof came across something long and hard by his hips. “You are hard, like a rock,” she whispered into his ear. “Are you ready to rut me now?” A twinkle came into Baen’s eye. “Not yet; I want to show my appreciation.” “How?” “Just lie back and let me make you feel good.” Baen kissed her lips again. Then, he kissed her cheek, then her chin, and then her throat as he laid down an erotic trail of kisses down her body, coating her liberally. He kissed her chest and then he rested his head against it, patting her chest. “I can hear your heartbeat.” “What does it sound like.” “Strong. You have a strong heart. I’d like to make it beat a little faster.” With those words, he clapped a hoof to her inner thigh, almost where it joined her body. The thumping in her chest jumped. The steady rise and fall of her breathing quickened. “It seems like you’re enjoying this,” he teased. He touched her slit, immediately feeling wetness. “Oh, you want it, don’t you?” “Just give it to me before I lose my mind!” “As you wish.” Baen laid more kisses down her belly, nearing her hips. As he approached her pussy, he slowed down. He felt her unsteady, shaking with anticipation. The smell of her lust was thick. Damn, he was hard; it took every bit of restraint in his body to resist the impulse to leap on this mare and fuck her raw, fuck her until he blacked out, fuck her until his balls ran dry. He held back for a moment to tease her, and then he licked her slit, a long lick from top to bottom straight up the middle. Silently, she shook and put a hoof on his head. Getting the message, Baen began to lick Maud more vigorously, making her twitch with pleasure. He licked her slit, her folds, her lips, but he never entered her with his tongue. Long, skillful strokes lapped at her dripping pussy. Maud was beautiful – he was an artist, she was his instrument, and he was going to play her until she sang like an angel. Lick by lick, Maud got even hotter and wetter with every kiss as he pleasured her. As Baen planted a special kiss on a sensitive spot, Maud let out a little peep of pleasure. Pleased by her enthusiasm, he dove in deeper to her nethers. He ran his tongue around the edge of her waiting cunt, building anticipation for what was going to happen next. He kissed, licked, and sucked on her pussy deliberately, paying attention to her every little reaction, feeling his lover come alive. A little moan escaped her lips. Almost. He sped up, ravishing her with sensuous licks of the tongue, loving every inch of her. She moaned again, and at that very moment, he responded by thrusting his tongue into her cunt, immediately eliciting gasps from the mare. She rested her legs on his shoulders. “Faster,” she breathed. Wordlessly, the stallion speed up, diving deeper and harder into her than before, earning squeals of carnal pleasure as she delighted in every last lick of his pleasurable onslaught. Her chest began to move more quickly and she shifted a bit, drawing herself closer. Baen pressed on for minute after minute. Her legs twitched. Her breath gradually started to come in quick, irregular gasps. “Good?” “Yes.” Baen knew she was getting close. He dove in one last time, frantically teasing and licking her pussy. Her quickening gasps excited him. Just a little more… “Baen!” Maud said almost too softly to hear, jerking her hips. Her body crashed over the limit as she lost control, pulling her lover deeper into herself, where he set her senses ablaze with every lick, sending her heart racing as sheer pleasure overwhelmed her. She let out a long, low, quiet moan, writhing her hips and shaking from her core. Baen hit her with jolt after jolt of pleasure, using her sensitive flesh to wrack her with quakes and primal moans as she gradually came down from her orgasm. She still exhaled in gasps as she released the stallion’s head from her thighs and stroked his head tenderly. For a long time, they were quiet. “How was that?” Baen asked. “That was nice, but I still want you to fuck me.” Baen immediately leapt up with a glint in his eye. She was soaking wet and waiting for him, just as planned. He looked in her eyes and rubbed himself against her entrance. Praise the sun, she was wet! Ah fuck, she was hot, too. Just a little more, make her beg for it. Suddenly, Baen found himself thrown into the air and slammed down onto the bed. “That’s enough; time to fuck you silly.” “Maud?” “I need a fuck. You need a fuck. Now shut up.” With that, she carefully brought her hips down over his, engulfing him with one slow stroke. Fuck, she felt good, so hot and tight. Baen shuddered even as he bucked his hips upwards on instinct. Maud touched his cheek and said, “No, you stay still. I am going to ride you like a bronco.” Maud began to slowly rock her hips up and down, back and forth. Baen could tell that he was truly pinned; this mare, this sexy mare, was going to fuck him senseless, and despite his love of being in control, the thought of being utterly powerless as a beautiful mare rode him turned him on more than he cared to admit. Maud bucked her hips upwards, just slightly rubbing the underside of his cock. Baen grinned – the mare was good. He thrust up into her, feeling the slick walls of her pussy wrap around him as he filled her entirely. Maud smiled and brought her hips down, relishing feeling him deep inside. She kept him close, needing to feel him. Baen grabbed her hips, bringing her close. He held her down and she rocked her hips. Her lips let out a small moan of satisfaction. Baen felt the pleasure rise with every thrust. Maud rode him slow and hard, taking him in all the way into her hot, sticky cunt, the slick walls teasing him with every motion, sliding over lightly where the pressure was soft, and stirring a deep chord of pleasure in his flesh where he pressed hard. Maud shook her hips, just teasing the sensitive tip of his cock with the erotic motion. It was deeply arousing to watch the mare shaking her luscious curves, watching as he disappeared inside her, being teased with the delicious sensations her insides gave him. This mare rode him excellently. Already, his balls were beginning to tighten even as he plateaued. An unexpected motion, a little flourish around his sensitive head made him twitch. He surged his hips into the mare, making her groan just a little. He grinned, noting the faint blush of arousal spreading across her cheeks, her lips beginning to hang open just a little bit. She took his hooves and placed them around her hips, continuing her sensuous dance, letting him feel her in a new way. Her body was so soft, so wonderful. He felt the well-honed muscles under her skin gently undulate with just a fraction of their strength. Her every move was deliberate, rocking him to where she felt best. She gave him pleasure as he took his from her, each giving the other gentle, tender touches and kisses all over their bodies. He admired the stunning beauty he held so intimately, touching her, feeling her against himself, so warm, so animate, so alive. She locked eyes with him for a moment. Her expression, her eyes never shifted, even though the blush spreading across her face and the noises coming from her mouth spoke volumes. She felt him deep inside, in that place where she needed him most. His body felt good. He was hard like a rock inside her. He was strong. He was attractive. More than that, he was cute and available. As the pleasure continued to rise inside of her, she wondered if maybe he would like to do this – do her again. She noted down mentally that she would absolutely fuck him again if she got the chance. She felt him began to tense, just as she was doing within her own body. She was getting close. She felt herself only getting wetter and hotter, her motions only getting jerkier as she rode the stallion mercilessly, her body rejoicing in the feelings. She let out little moans, letting them fall from her lips to show her happiness. Right on the edge, she was so close. Just a bit further.,. So hot… So good… More, yes! Wish a gasp, she pinned his legs down and shuddered just as he grunted, “Maud!” He came inside the quivering mare, helpless to stop her as she furiously bucked and rode through their orgasms, driving Baen wild with pleasure as he came, spilling hot loads of cum into her ecstatic pussy. “Fuck!” He yelled, finding himself pinned down as if by iron, his senses and resistance obliterated by the searing pleasurable lightning of climax. Maud cried out a wordless howl, bucking frantically, mad with lust and pleasure, taking from Baen all he had to give, feeling him spill deep inside her, hot cum flowing from his twitching cock as her pussy contracted around it to coax every last bit of pleasure from their release. Somehow, they ended up kissing, moaning into each other as they hung on for dear life, their bodies alight with orgasmic ecstasy. Their hearts pounded like mad in the frenzy, continuing even after they cooled down. Baen’s cock still kept releasing small spurts of cum even after it retreated from Maud’s drenched pussy. In a blurry, contented haze, he kissed Maud on the cheek and whispered, “How’s that for getting your rocks off?” Maud froze dead and then let loose a gale. “Totally awesome! I mean, sex is really really really really fun and totally feels super good, but that was incredible and we should totally do it again. You made me cum twice and you came inside me and I rode you like a maniac and then you made that really really really obvious pun, making this the best fucking night ever!” Baen smiled back, “What was that about you not being like Pinkie Pie?” Maud said nothing and instead just embraced him hard. Baen tried to move, only to realize that the mare had fallen asleep with a smile on her face. He draped his forelegs around her before drifting off to sleep.