Cadance is pregnant, yet her heat is stronger than ever. A botched heat suppression potion leads to an interspecies orgy of cream and cake.
Cadance is pregnant, yet her heat is stronger than ever. With Shining Armour away on a trade mission to the Diamond Dogs, she tries to sate her lust with a toy gifted by the visiting Zebra delegation. Then disaster strikes... or perhaps it was actually a blessing? Her conservative head hoofmaiden Quiet Speculation is scandalized by Cadance's antics and suggests a heat suppression potion recommended by a visiting Zebra dignitary. In her haste to prepare the potion, she is unaware of a big no-no for the recipe which leads to a magical build-up of Love in Cadance that ensnares Quiet Speculation, a Diamond Dog, a Gryphon and a Zebra. Not to mention all those poor cakes...
"Ugh! I clop and clop and the heat just won't go away!" "Watch your tongue Princess Cadance! That kind language does not befit somepony of your station." "Well you sure could use a good bucking too!!!"
Princess Cadance was at her wit's end. 5 months pregnant, and she felt hotter than an active volcano in the dragonlands. Her dear prince consort Shining Armour was away on a trade mission to the caves of the Diamond Dogs and her toys were doing a poor substitute job. She had read that this pattern in ponies was a holdover from the three tribes period when it was necessary for the mare to keep the stallion engaged, but this was just a whole level of ridiculousness. Her nether region sorely ached for a flaring stallion cock to coat it with masculine honey.
Quiet Speculation stood stoic, she had to stay calm and collected in her capacity as the Princess' head hoofmaiden but internally was aghast. All her life she had idolized the princesses as perfect ponies, virtue incarnate, and after 6 months on the job she has learned the hard way how wrong she was. Marechiavellian power plays, tired tantrums, unabashed cake gluttony, she had seen it all. Or so she thought until this recent pining by her mistress.
"Princess," Quiet Speculation spoke as evenly as she could muster, "I understand you are going through some hormonal imbalance but you must control yourself. Both as a representative of alicornhood and as a role model to all mares please carry yourself with more pride than a brood animal wishing to rut anything that moves."
"I know, I know," Cadance muttered as much to Quiet Speculation as to herself, "as the princess of Love it wouldn't behoove me to act like a wanton slut."
"PRINCESS!"
Cadance winced. As far as wet noodles go Quiet Speculation could soak up all the fun like a sponge but she understood this platitude was a necessary counterpoint to her passionate disposition.
"Perhaps it is time to reconsider that suppressive concoction which was recommended by Zabrina."
Upon hearing that sentence Cadance's ears perked up. "Weren't you vehemently opposed to this 'voodoo hogwash' as you so elegantly phrased it?"
"I had some further discussions with the zebra animist and have been convinced otherwise. Shall I go prepare the potion?"
Cadance couldn't help but blow a derisive snort "Of course, I was the one who called for it in the first place. Now Go!"
"At once your Highess." Quiet Speculation bowed and exited Cadance's personal chambers.
As soon as the hoofmaiden was out of sight Cadance jumped on her bed, sprawled on her back and brought a hoof to the moist lips between her hindquarters. "Oooh, Shiny how about we negotiate a trade agreement in *my* gem cavern." She couldn't help but giggle at her corny line. She was glad Shining Armour handled all of the interspecies relationships because Celestia knows she was not the princess of finesse. As her brain pondered this her heat of course highjacks it to knotty thoughts: "I wonder how it would feel to have a diamond dog nub plug my hole and drip its seed in me..."
Quiet Speculation descended to the royal kitchens and enlisted a chef's aid to round up the ingredients needed to prepare the special brew she learned from Zabrina, an affable Zebra who radiated smiles which could warm up the heart of even the coldest of Wendigos. She was the animist adviser to the supreme Great Chieftain, Zazusa Zian, who united all the zebra clans after a bitter civil war of factions led by Zairi Chizoso, Zula Kazo and Zanzabar Zoza. Hmm, why so many zeds in zebra names? I zhould ask Zabrina about that next time we converze.
Zabrina was not a dedicated shaman but her circle of friends contained many and she had a passing knowledge of herbs and roots. Normally Quiet Speculation would exercise caution and ask for Zabrina's supervision but it was late at night and the recipe seemed simple enough, how hard could a silly zebra potion be? Well, there is a basis in the saying that a little bit of knowledge is most dangerous.
Chapter 2 – If only homemade potions had warning labels
With the late hour the dining area was mostly empty but some strawberry shortcakes and cherry cheesecakes were set on a table, apparently a late night order from one of the diplomatic contigents. She was still rattled by the princess' most recent outburst, her thoughts were also occupied by how to overhaul the cultural exchange program which while enlightning had generated a lot of friction, thus her usual level of meticulous care was at an all time low. Very uncharactiscally of her she just accepted at face value all the unfamiliar ingredients from the chef's aid instead of properly researching each and every stem.
"Now for the final ingredient I need the hair of Zubat spiders. Eww, I don't think we have that even in the extra kitchen stock from the exchange program. Zabrina did mention a pony's fur can act as a substitute, we'll go with that." Had Zabrina indeed been supervising the preparations, she would have added the important caveat that using pony fur could have unpredictable side effects, and to NEVER use fur from an alicorn. Quiet Speculation ground and boiled the mix, poured it into a clay cup (not stricly necessary but zebra traditions fervently called for containers made of earth) and brought it back to her princess's chambers. Normally she knocked before entering, but again her usual decorum was destabilized and waltzing through the door she was greeted by the sight of a glowing root planting itself in the princess' private garden.
Princess Cadance's horn shone brightly as she magically thrust the tapering end of a tree root, a classic zebra design, into the slick folds of her vagina. It had an organic texture and form which felt more natural than the perfectly cylindrical shape of a typical dildo, and it was coated in bees wax to smooth over the abrasive grain. Cries of pleasure danced to the rhytmical seesawing of the root. A seemingly delightful gift from the cultural exchange ceremony that Quiet Speculation wish she could have lived without seeing a live demonstration. Sighing she quickly closed the door behind her.
"Ahem, if it would please her Highness to interrupt her current activity I have the suppression potion ready; well actually I need one final ingredient."
Cadance, her brain saddled with lucious lust, didn't even blush at being caught in the middle of her relief efforts. Somehow she still had the presence of mind to slip out the tree root and set it aside on the night table.
“I need some of your fur to complete the mix.” Cadance acknowledged the request by prying a tuft of fur and deposing it in the potion mix. A 'swoosh' sound and a red plume of smoke erupted from the cup upon the hair's plunge.
“Is that reaction normal?” asked a petulant pregnant mare.
Quiet Speculation hesitated a moment, but decided to just power through her concerns as she wanted to get this problem over with as soon as possible. “I'm sure it's the usual fickleness of zebra potions, now drink this in one go to march through any protest from your tastebuds.”
Cadance levitated the cup to her hooves and took a closer look. “It's really hot and bubbling a lot, are you sure?”
Quiet Speculation just quietly nodded as her answer.
“Very well, bottoms up to one quencher for the chili in my ass” As instructed Cadance gulped the lively liquid in one go.
Woah. The room started spinning, her legs buckled and Cadance had to catch herself to avoid tumbling onto her flank. Did Quiet Speculation give her a stiff drink instead?
The disorientation passed quickly enough. Cadance stood still, waiting for her inferno to simmer down. Waiting... waiting... any moment now... some relief please... and then...
WHAM!
'Have I died and gone to heaven? I feel so happy, yes I can feel the looooooove!' Sparks erupted from Cadance's horn like a meteor shower; a swirling field of pink pulsated from the likewise coloured alicorn.
“Get ready stallions for some choo-choo locomotion!” Euphoria coursing through her veins Cadance dashed out to share her newfound joy.
“What!? No, your Highness please return to your chambers immediately!” exclaimed Quiet Speculation as she bounded after her princess.
Princess Cadance galloped through the crystal corridors, looking for action. She searched left and right but with the late hour the palace was deserted. Once she finally arrived in the dining area she was a bit ragged and the logical side of her brain desperately tried to wrestle back some control. She held enough awareness that something has gone terribly wrong and a huge magical energy ball was building up inside her which she barely contained. She needed a safe place to discharge it.
Roughhouse was a seasoned Diamond Dog weapons trainer who was invited as part of the military exchange, boasting bulging biceps and hawty hips. At his side were Geranimo, a Gryphon frontline scout with a svelte build allied to agile wings, and Zantas, a Zebra martial arts specialist carrying the perfect package of power and plump. The three decorated veterans were tipsy as they had toasted their newly formed friendship with plenty of alcool and were searching for their rooms. Through semi-random zigzaging they ended up in the dining area. They had to cover their eyes as a strange pink halo suddenly lit up the room.
Princess Cadance froze at the sight in front of her: three fine male specimen in uniform. She had always fantasized about making love with non-pony species. She never really got the chance before she got married with Shining Armour so she had to contend herself with looking at pictures in dirty magazines, but now here was her chance to experience it in the flesh!
'Wait!' the rational side of her brain tried to reason 'You can't just jump on them to indulge yourself in exotic penii! What would Shiny think? What would the kingdom think? What would it feel like to have that doggy knot up my hubba hubba hubba...'
Quiet Speculation rounded the corner into the dining area at full speed not expecting Cadance to be at a dead stop. She plowed into her object of worship, causing Cadance to lose her tenuous grip on the magic build-up and let loose a cannonball blast of love and lust. They further tumbled and collided with a table which sent cakes that were set on it flying everywhere. Splat! Splat! Splat!, now Cadance and Quiet had streaks of whipped cream and cheese filling all over their coats topped with strawberries and cherries.
Cadance slowly opened her eyes. Her amore addled episode seems to have passed and she noticed the mess her fur was newly mixed into. 'Oh great now I'm the perfect dessert course for somepony' she internally quipped.
Somewhere out there some spirit of chaos was smirking at how masterful that sentence would mesh with upcoming events.
Cadance felt herself lifted onto the table, her rump smooshing into more cake. A set of striped hooves grabbed her left leg while clawed hands grabbed her right. Another set pulled her forelegs up so that she was nicely spread like a butterfly. A delicate set of teeth nibbled at her ears. A wet tongue darted to taste the cookie and cream on her teats, tentatively to lick it clean but also spreading the mess.
Cadance's mind felt a schism, on the one hand all of this was being forced on her without permission but on the other her heated body welcomed the sensations. Two more tongues joined in with whimsical strokes across the caked surfaces of her hocks and fetlocks. The tongue at her teats made exaggerated slurping sounds and the one at her ear timidly delved deeper.
“Roughhouse was hungry for dessert after a night of drinking, can't say no when Crystal Pony presents him with a basket full.” the Diamond Dog blabbed between bouts of nipple suctionining.
“Unknown landmark spotted at one o'clock, I'm going in to investigate further.” reported the Gryphon scout.
“Sweet droplets on the dew, maybe I can collect for my crew” waxed the Zebra warrior.
“Oh Princess how long I have yearned to serve you with one of my hidden talents.” huskily intoned the hoofmaiden from above her head.
The angel in Cadance's moral balance urged her to stop this at once, while the devil beguiled her to let nature run its course. The two sides raged battle in her counscience, the hormones tipping the balance in the devil's favour but did she really want to make out with not one, not two, but four magically fuelled lusty souls in the middle of the dining area!?
'Ah buck it, looks like Shiny will be jealous that I can negotiate a treaty with four parties at once!'
Sealing her own fate, Cadance relaxed her body to enjoy the ride.
The tongues kept up their task, making Cadance's synapses fire with delight though doing a poor cleaning job as drool and saliva joined the cream and cheese.
“Roughhouse thinks the training area is clean enough, now we start weapons training.”
Cadance felt a pointy end nudge at the entrance of her birth canal. She lifted her head to observe a ruby red doggy dick twitch in anticipation. Its size was not as big as Shiny's, but what it lacked in girth it made up in form as the sleek curves looked like it would reach her innermost recesses. Her heart skipped a beat, if she doesn't lift a hoof right now there would be no turning back. The fluids flooding her passage was her answer.
“Set one foot down perpendicular to your body at an angle, the other foot straight ahead, and thrust!”
Cadance gasped as her pussy got stuffed full of canine cock. It felt feverishly hot! And rough around the edges, definitly not a smooth pipe like Shining Armour. Roughhouse shoved in until his knot bumped Cadance's vaginal outer ring, then pulled back and shoved right back in. He quickly set pace a powerful rocking motion which went deeper and deeper with each thrust, like a battering ram trying to knock down the gates. 'Oh, Shiny tends to hold back but this mutt is giving his all!'
The cavern walls closed in on the hardened intruder, squeezing hard as if to sculp the perfect diamond. This made it harder to push forward so Roughhouse's buffed arms grabbed the cake encrusted sides of Cadance's barrel and leveraged himself. His bulbous appendage popped in and the slapping sound of flesh ended as he was now deeply buried. The weapons master made short rapidfire thrusts to overturn his minecart and deliver a load of gems.
“Ruff ruff ruff” grunted Roughhouse as he coasted on a single track. Pain and pleasure came to blows as the narrow tunnel expertly squeezed his assault spear. He humped and humped, his balls tightening, ready to dump.
“Arooooooo!” his little soldiers commenced their amphibious assault, storming the beach. Wave after wave of semen shot out his prick, reinforcements kept joining in. Just like her outer skin Cadance's inner shell was now also coated in white goo. The invading army overflowed the grotto and rappelled down Cadance's tail down to the floor surface. Yet he kept coming, as Diamond Dogs do, more bursts of his reserves blasting into the fray. More overflow filling a makeshift pool on Cadance's anus.
Finally Roughhouse was out of arrows and slumped onto Cadance's barrel with a lolled out tongue. 'Hmm, pony spade much tighter than expected'. Cadance just contemplated his nirvanal expression. His cock was such a weird shape, like some exotic foods she sampled it was cool to discover new tastes but probably not going for seconds anytime soon.
“Yip!” The Diamond Dog was unceremoniously yanked off and a new challenger stepped up. “Hmpf that was just poking straight ahead like a mindless zombie, how about some more advanced tactics.” Geranimo the Gryphon hawked.
Cadance tilted her head to size up the newcomer. 'Oh my Luna, now that looks like a real weapon!' she mentally gulped. Jutting out of the Gryphon's bag of tricks was a pale peach prick, with lots of tiny pinpoints like a mace. Nowhere near the size of Shining Armour's, but those pointy ends were sure to leave a mark in her. She trembled in a double dose of fear and fascination.
Geranimo shooed away the zebra, grabbing both of Cadance's leg and pulling her closer to the edge of the table. “Prepare to be thoroughly mapped!” omniously purred the hybrid cat. Instead of plunging headlong like Roughhouse, Geranimo snaked his way into the bird nest like a champ.
'Ah! Ugh! Oh!' Cadance's nervous system was overwhelmed with dual signals, pain and pleasure alternating in a dizzying spin. She lightly caressed the barbs of the Gryphon's cock, not daring to impale herself further. True to his word Geranimo didn't just pump in and out, he shimmied and sidewinded and sloped around like an expert skier on a slalom course. Without a predictable pattern the spiny implement never got dull, the scraping of her moist flesh bringing a new sensation to be savoured as well as suffer from. A rollercloudster ride with the highest of highs and the lowest of lows.
Geranimo also kept pecking at Cadance's cheesy crumbs on her legs, albeit clumsily as it was difficult to coordinate the horizontal mambo with a vertical buffet. Sometimes he would rise up then divebomb into the slurp, eliciting a giggle from the pink princess. Quiet Speculation still held Cadance's forelegs back and started whispering huskily into her ears, sending sublime shivers down her neck.
Geranimo felt that Princess Cadance's cavern was somewhat airy, so he moved his claw tips to a taut teat and gave it a pinch. The effect was immediate as Cadance clamped onto his porcupine stick. 'Oh yeah tigress squeeze that mouse until it pops!' Geranimo's forepaw mauled the mauve mammary mounds and the vice grip on his grippy gland just kep tightening and tightening until he had no more room to maneuver sideways. Like the Diamond Dog before him he was now thrusting straight ahead, his furry figure flicking against the foamy fosse, squelching out the deposit of his predecessor. The torque pulled his ballista to maximum tension, after a suspenseful pause it snapped and catapulted hundreds of thousands of tiny pebbles onto the scorching plains. Reload, launch! Reload, launch! Not one glade of grass would be spared from his spermy siege!
Cadance witnessed the mighty eagle hybrid go rigid, his beak snapping open and close. Like after a scary sojourn at a haunted house she enjoyed being spooked but breathed out a relieved sigh that it was over. She was in tears over the sensory overload of painful piercing and blessed bliss at once. She experienced one final tinge of torture as Geranimo pulled out and rolled over to the side. There was no respite from sexual stimulation though as within a short second the third martial male entered the ring with quite the announcement: “One little doggy huffed and puffed and blew down a house of hay, one little kitty huffed and puffed and blew down a barn of wood. Well this little hippo will huff and puff and shake your castle of stone.”
No words were needed and none were given as grunts and pants were the only sounds active around the impromptu summit. The chair was currently presided by one tip top zebra, dishing out a discourse of kisses and kerfluffing to a very captive alicorn audience. An outside observer might wonder if the roof was leaky as the fur of the two engaged parties was drenched to the core. An acceleration of the zebra's movement signaled the coming conclusion of his current speech. His hips became a blur, then at the last possible moment he pulled out and aimed his firehose onto the heated field below, showering Cadance's already messy barrel with a storm of pearls.
'In the name of Crystal Heart all-mighty, that's his sixth climax in a row! How can any mortal possibly possess such stamina!'
After a short reprieve article number 7 was tabled by the warrior cum emissary. Cadance stared into his ebony/ivory complexion, his eyes reflecting a soul perfectly in harmony with his body. His hooves brushed her sweat plastered chest, stirring a mist of musk. His aura was one of peace yet power, laid back yet in her face. His appendage was jet black, similar medial ring and flare but slightly more girth and length than Shining Armour's. She lost count the number of visits to the high heavens, any pony other than the alicorn of Love would surely have drifted into a state of blubbery babbling. Since she herself was the alicorn of Love, she still experienced fully aware the divine dance of the zebra's love making.
Roughhouse, Geranimo and Quiet Speculation were mesmerized by the mating marathon, staring blankly as if hypnotized by the smooth operation between rutter and ruttee. The two observing male specimen became hard numerous times throughout, and Quiet Speculation was all too happy to provide an oral recepticle to their renewed lusts. Zantas expertly twirled his pole while performing acrobatic flips of his tongue. He knew his way around a mare's obstacle course and tackled it differently each time with ease. This seventh time was when he decided to use his ultimate technique: an upward motion which massaged the most sensitive spot in a female's slide. He learned the hard way that mares would go delirious with delight, in some cases bucking violently and giving him a bruised hip or cheek for his troubles. So he was careful with who he used this method, but felt the current putty under his hooves could handle it. His slick stallionhood brushed against the intended target area and Cadance sucked in a wisp of air in surprise. Zantas repeated the motion, and this time Cadance openly weeped in ecstazy. He pursued his practiced prancing again and again, pushing the love goddess into a paroxysm of pleasure. Not to be outdone, Cadance decided to reciprocate the zebra's actions with her own special brand of ultimate technique: a magical multi-prong contraction at the micro level which caresses the tip of the masculine gland. She had only practiced this with Shiny until now, but every time it drove him to the edge of insanity.
Cadance's counterattack quickly pinned her partner into paralysis. All conscious thought ceased, all he could do was shudder under the amazing assault on his flaring cockhead. It was mind blowing, like a million angels had simultaneously shot him with love. His eyes drifted upwards as his soul barely clung onto this dimension. His tree root fattened in abundance. His twin warehouses piled high with virile reserves. In short order he exploded with the mother of all orgasm, hid mind sparking with sublime sensations and his hose flooding the cavern with a torrential downpour. The excess fluid geysered outside in all directions, clinging onto whatever surface that wasn't already matted in cake or cum.
The marathon runners slumped onto the table, their energies completely depleted and moaning in satisfaction. After a stretch in time Zantas finally recuperated enough to lift himself off his sparring partner.
Cadance was now a complete wreck; white frosting, crushed cherries, sticky sweat, you name it, it was stuffed in every pore of her body. Quiet Speculation quietly approched the scene. “You know your highness how it's always best to save the best for last.” Cadance groaned, not sure if she could handle any more stimuli.
Luckily vigorous workout was not Quiet Speculation's preferred manner of sexual expression. She simply laid her barrel over Cadance's, slid against it in small intervals back and forth, giving something between a therapeutic massage and a spirited cuddling session. The nipple on nipple frotting was the most erotic part of it, that is until Quiet Speculation brought her lips upon Cadance's and planted a kiss with frosting from the multiple loads of cum courtesy of Roughhouse and Geranimo. Cadance was simultaneously disgusted and aroused, she only briefly experimented with mares in her teenage years and here she was engaged in the most intimate of multi-partner fluid exchange. Quiet Speculation's tongue timidly knocked on her buccal door, Cadance granted it entrance, the taste sperm and saliva landing on her fleshy sofa. The cooldown coupling continued with gentle nibbling and soft brushing of chests.
As amazing as that explosision of alicorn magic was, the haze of lust had gradually dispersed and was finally fully free from everyponies' mind. Quiet Speculation gasped and jumped off of Cadance, her cheeks burning red. Roughhouse shook his head, wondering if his memories of the past hour were to be believed. Geranimo exclaimed half to the others, half to himself “What on earth was all that? I felt like I was watching myself in a dream, yet everything was so real.” Zantas' words of wisdom were: “Mare in heat. How can I resist? Dived in deep.”
Cadance languished in a tittynope of remorse, but also giddily plotted grilling her hoofmaiden on the recipe of that potion.
