Surprise Ending
The Naark twins sat in a pair of comfortable chairs, padded and articulated as they drank from a pitcher of mead, made by one of Erotic’s many clones. They had a lot of time to themselves, having clones and loads of money tended to free up a lot of time. The main clones, the Primes had the run of the place and their many vehicles.
“So, what do you wanna do today?” Naarkessex said with a smirk that carried through to her tone itself.
“We could go up to a nice restaurant and pay for everyone’s meal,” Naarkerotics said with a laugh. “Or were you looking for ideas we’ll actually do?” The orange pegasus said before thinking about his late food. A rummaging sound picked up in the farthest reaches of the house. It started coming closer to them all.
“We could poison ourselves to death with ethanol again?” She suggested, the thought of her past dalliances with super concentrated liquor leaving a funny blank spot in her normally perfect recall.
“We did that last week, and this new body is still growing on me, I kinda like the way this one’s joints feel,” Naarkerotics said with a laugh.
“That’s it!” Naarkessex said with a sound of triumph. She looked over at her twin brother or at least the body that her twin brother was inhabiting at this point.
“What is it?” He said dryly, before taking another sip of the rich mead. The loud clanging finally stopped as the door to their room opened up. A huge stallion with a heavily augmented form strode into the room, ducking under the door frame. A moment later, a slightly bloodied clone entered the room behind him. A slightly smaller, withered form of Naarkerotics clutched a metal dish. He strode up to the Prime’s and lay the dessert on the table nearest Naarkerotics prime, before bowing and running out of the room.
“I had to rough up that one, he wouldn’t listen to your commands,” Beauregard said with a neutral tone like it was just business. In a way, it was. There were hundreds of clones of Naarkerotics, and dozens of Naarkessex. They were disposable, and most of them had a built-in genetic mechanism to keep them weak and reliant on the primes to keep them alive with drugs.
“Thank you,” Erotics Prime said, before looking towards his sister, currently face deep in the desert that he had ordered. “On second thought, I might need another one.”
“It will be done, sir,” The Trottingham accented cyborg said before dipping out of the room, a few seconds later the sound of a hydraulically powered foreleg slamming into flesh, and that flesh sack smacking against a wall with force.
“I think Beauregard deserves a better salary, and perhaps an orgasm tonight,” Essex Prime said before licking her lips to remove the last few crumbs of the food Erotics had ordered telepathically.
“Have one of the clones give it to him,” Eros said to his sister as he thought about licking the crumbs off of her face. He could cover up his hunger with a kiss-
“That’s not special at all, and a reward has to mean something,” she said with a lilt in her voice. “Besides, I’m tired, and well, you have a mouth.”
“I-I see,” Eros responded with a gulp. He leaned back in his chair and thought about the thick cock their bodyguard and butler had. It was pretty nice looking.
“You’re thinking about his cock, aren’t you?” Essex said with a laugh. “You’re such a slut.”
“I prefer yours, thank you,” Eros said with a bit of hurt in his voice. Somewhere in their decades of perfect, debauched existence, she had learned his thought patterns and his facial expression, and their correlations to one another.
“I know you do, you like it right up that slutty arse of yours,” Essex said as she leaned forward in her chair close enough to cup his cheek with a forehoof. “But you know I’m not just here to stuff you.”
“You’re the older sibling, I know,” Eros said before leaning into her hoof and shifting onto his hooves. He half glared, half purred as he trotted the remaining distance to her. There was a pop from subspace, the real subspace and over her crotch was a member almost indistinguishable from a real cock, it could cum, send pleasure, and when it was hooked up, it could make her just as sexually unhindered as a male in rut.
“Yes I am, now suck-” She asked just as Eros dropped his forelegs and nuzzled her faux cock with his face, before sticking his tongue out and running it along the warm flesh. Fake blood pulsed through it, at exactly the correct temperature for a cock. It pulsed with need as he ran his wet muscle down the cum tube bulging out along the bottom of it. Her hooves came down to rest on his head, tousling his mane playfully as she took in the pleasure that was warped directly to artificial neurons grown specifically to handle the sensations of her cock.
“Good boy, maybe you’ll get a treat,” Naarkessex said with a laugh and a gentle burr in her voice, a sub signal that told him exactly how good this felt to her. “Now swallow it.” He followed her command, placing his lips around the girthy tip of the cock, itself topped with a dollop of precum that was engineered to just a bit saltier than any natural member. She had to be sure her brother got enough sodium…
He sucked down half her member before bobbing back up when his lips reached her medial ring, his slobber falling down her dick and down to her matching testicles. She was potent, she had knocked up untold prostitutes with her member, and then threatened them into silence. “Aaaah, more of that please.”
“Bloobloop,” he tried to talk with the thick cock in his muzzle, but it was to no avail. She just shoved his head back down, further down, past where his own cock would have run into a sheath. Honestly, it turned on the subby stallion that his sister had more sperm, more length, and more girth than he did.
Not that he was poorly endowed, she just had an engineered Uber cock. He actually had to support his member metabolically, at least for a while, and you could only add so many hearts to your body before you started to run into problems.
Well, back to the incestuous fellatio!
Eros' mouth was filled with pre-cum, her member making more of that than any normal stallion could. He gulped it down, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down with the effort. An effort his sister appreciated, truly.
“You know, his cock is smaller than this one,” Essex teased before pushing his head back down her length. The only reason he could even stay locked on her cock without breathing was because of his enhancements, better blood, hyper-oxygenated and better at cooling his body down after and during exertions. Like, sucking his sister’s massive cock.
The sound of the door swinging open alerted both of them to the new pony. It was a clone of Eros, and as soon as he saw the scene before him, his cock dropped from his sheath. Their clones might have had limited intelligence, but they were still functional down there. Essex licked her lips and nodded at the table beside their chairs. The clone trotted over, all five legs moving in time with his strides. After the food was deposited the clone just stared at the two of them for a moment, leaking pre on the floor and looking desperate for release.
“Go ahead, I’m not using his ass right now,” Naarkessex said with that shit eating grin on her muzzle that she reserved for lewd situations involving her brother.
“Okay,” the clone managed to say before moving behind the prone ass of Eros. He jammed his face down beside his clone’s ass, before moving his tail aside with his hooves, and then started licking and slobbering all over his more complex’s doubles ass. A moment later, and with the aid of a tube of lube that Eros grabbed out of subspace, he positioned his cock against the lubed up asshole of his prime. Without breaking a stride, or any sense of remorse, (if he was even capable of such feelings he shoved his throbbing member into Eros’s tight ass. His moan matched Essex’s as she watched her brother get sodomized by his own clone. Her cock twitched in response, flaring up down the tight sleeve of her brother’s throat.
The flood of cum was familiar to Eros prime, seeing as he did this a lot. Still, his throat had to work overtime to suck down all of her creamy cum. Behind him, the clone had managed to hilt in his ass, and that was enough to make his cock twitch and spurt pre beneath him. Good thing they had a sexual fluid Roomba for exactly this reason. That and hardwood floors. Jungle-wood floors.
It was good to be rich.
He pulled off of her deflating cock with a cough and a deluge of cum falling out of his filled mouth. It landed in a rapidly growing, and rapidly cooling cum pool.
“Did you like that brother? Would you like it in your ass?” She asked him, grinning like mad as the orgasm passed through her optimized brain.
“M-maybe l-later,” he said in a studdering tone as his clone continued to rut him, hard. The clone knew nothing of tempo, or anything more than a bestial need to seed whatever sexy thing was put in front of him.
“Too busy getting buggered by yourself, I see,” Essex said as she looked longing at the dessert on the table. Eating his food again would be rather mean. And well, she liked her brother. “Well, if you’re gonna be down there, you should clean me off.” Her cock twitched a bit at the dominance she was showing. Ero’s prime looked into her pretty eyes, before slowing sucking all of the remaining cum from the surface of her cock.
“You could say that,” He said after a wet plop as his mouth came away from the deflated surface of her member. A moment later the whole thing disappeared into the subspace bubble from whence it came. Now he was staring at her moist folds, ready to go to town on her word.
“Aaah,” the clone behind him said as his rough buggering picked up in speed, his hips were a blur as his super-equine body gave his asshole its all.
“He’s close,” Essex teased before bending down and giving her brother a kiss as the clone flared up inside his colon. A moment later, it twitched a final time before dumping a whole month’s worth of production directly into his ass. He pulled his cock out without a thought and walked out of the room. The two of them were alone again. And without waiting for a second longer than he needed to, Eros prime got to his hooves and shoved his face into the pastry. He was hungry after all that work.
“So, what do you want to do?” Essex asked as her brother inhaled the food. Her pussy was still wet, and she could go again.
“I kinda want to cum, can I use your cunt?” Eros asked after letting out a satisfied belch.
“Huh, you did let that clone use you like a draft mare,” she mused aloud, her hooves underneath her muzzle, holding it up like a classic philosopher would. Or at least, the way a horny mare would, as she stared down at her brother’s needy cock.
“I did, and it left me pent up,” Eros said with a sadness in his voice. It was all a part of their game. Their game usually ended up the same way, with him cumming in her. It was still fun to play, the foreplay and the debauchery becoming one long ritual that the two still played after decades together.
“Okay,” she said before climbing off of the chair and starting towards their bed chamber.
He followed like the horny stallion he was, staring at her dripping pussy as she waved her tail back and forth like a pendulum. His brain did all the calculations in the back of it, the motion, the equations, the median time to swing all the way back and forth, none of it entered his consciousness.
“I love your ass,” Naarkerotics said with a smile of his own written across his face, his wings twitched in place on his back, nervousness and arousal flitting across his form. In some ways, they were just a normal couple. The stallion stared and lusted, the mare stared back and lusted, it just happened that they were a pair of hive-minded cyborgs…
The door to their room was carved from an extinct tree from the palaeozoic that they had brought back to life as a sapling, grown to full size in a hyper-growth environment, and then had chopped down and made into a beautiful door.
She opened it with her mouth, and a moment later the lights came on automatically. Their six post bed was the centrepiece of the room, satin sheets, silk curtains on the windows, and a massive screen and entertainment suite along the wall.
Essex ambled in, letting her perfect rump shake as she did. He followed nose up in the air smelling the delicious scent of his sister’s cunt. Without any kind of lead up, she threw her body across the perfectly positioned bed. Her pussy gleamed as she flicked her tail across her body, leaving the drippy slit needy open for what would come next-
“Aaaaaah,” She moaned loudly as he jammed his tongue into her tunnel, stretching it out pleasingly, even as his hooves came down on her ass cheeks, spreading it open and letting his muzzle come even closer to her. The tongue drifted up and down her wet slit, making her shiver and moan heavily as the familiar, comfortable sensations of being eaten out hit her nervous system. Her hooves held onto the sheets tightly, as he played her like a fiddle, or something classier and more complicated. Yeah, like a grand piano.
“You’re such a little slut,” Eros said to his sister as he took a moment to breathe. A millisecond long glance at his erection was enough to tell him he was good to go, but was she ready to be stuffed?
“I am,” she mewled out, her voice dripping with arousal, and well, her other lips were also dripping- “But you’re a bigger slut.”
“I can’t be, I only have two holes,” Eros said as he climbed up on top of his sister and aimed his cock at her tight slit. It throbbed and twitched with need as he lined it up, pressing the fat head of his engineered cock to her tunnel. She winked out at that moment, melding their flesh for a moment, and causing her to let out an ear shattering moan.
“But you have a fat cock,” she said with a moan as he pushed into her slick interior. He kept pushing, past his medial ring, past the last inch, all the way until his sheath was pressed against her clit. He grabbed onto her shoulders and kissed the back of her neck, the orange fur glistening in the sunlight coming in from the windows.
“Not as fat as- Yours!” He said as he began to pull back, her tightness dragging on his length, trying to keep him in. To finish the ancient dance of breeding, but his hips were stronger than her pussy, so he won. And then, he pushed back inside, harder this time, bestially, making her his.
“Y-yeah,” she admitted with a laugh as he bottomed out in her again, a wet slap of flesh accompanying the sensations.
“But my ass isn’t as fat as yours,” He said with a groan and a warm exhale on the back of his sister’s neck.
“True, but you’re better at taking my cock than I am at taking yours, whore!” Essex said as she panted in time with his thrusts. He was pushing just hard enough to throw her body against the side of the bed, but not hard enough to bruise. She knew he could do it. He had done it before, back when they were younger and still getting used to having augments.
“That’s because I’m better at sex than you,” Naarkerotics said with a harshness in his voice, and a certain pride at one-upping his sibling. The classic rivalry dynamic surpassing everything else in that moment. She turned her head to the side and shot an angry side glance at him. His asshole begged to differ, he had taken her cock and his own clones. He was getting her back for that. And the pastry!
“Silence bottom!” Essex yelled. That was the last straw. Erotics grabbed her ass with his hooves and spread it. He pressed his soaked cock at her asshole, and thrust as hard as he could with his hips. Instantly, the warm confines of her asshole greeted his cock. It throbbed and leaked in her ass, and his teeth came down on the side of her neck, nipping just lightly enough to not break skin.
“You’re a bastard, you know that!” Essex yelled as her asshole was spread apart, pain and pleasure mixing in her brain.
“That would make you one too!” Eros said as he plowed his sister’s plot, slapping flanks with every thrust. He was in heaven, his heaven being a tight asshole to fuck. I guess that made sense given his clone’s proclivities-
“I know,” she said with a laugh as tears began to fall from the corner of her eyes, the pain turning her on more than it had any right to. This was always her plan, make her brother go a little mental on her ass, literally. It was the culmination of days of teasing, playing and spanking on her part. She was going to get him back afterwards, so the pain in her ass was acceptable, part of the plan even!
“You bitch!” He yelled as he felt his cock throb and begin to flare in the depths of his sister’s ass.
“Limp dicked sodomite!” Essex shot back, her asshole clenching and milking his cock, even as his balls smacked and slapped into her winking clittoris.
“My dick isn’t limp!” He yelled back before grabbing her hair with his teeth and pulling her head back. She arched her back and clenched up around his cock involuntarily. Her moans echoed around the room. It didn’t take many more wild thrusts for his cock to go from leaking copious pre to painting her tight little ass white…
“No, it’s so, so hard!” She said with a giggle as his dick pumped rope after rope of spooge into her ass.
“T-thanks?” He asked as the fugue state ended. He looked down at his sister’s reddened flanks and wounded neck. Erotics shook his head and pulled his half hard cock from his sister’s ass, cum flowing out like a punctured pastry.
“Y-you’re welcome,” she said as she pushed him away with her hind legs and hooking a subspace strand around his neck. She tightened the rope with a thought and pulled the stallion onto the bed, his ass and hinds hanging limply off the edge of the mattress. “Now you get to clean up your mess!” Her ass came down over his face, and his tongue went to work almost instantly. The wet muscle maneuvered into the gaping passage, cum leaking down his throat, warming up his esophagus with its warmth.
“You like that? You fucking bottom of a stallion?” Essex asked as she felt the penetration of his tongue, so different, and yet complementary to the stuffing she had endured moments ago. His cock twitched in front of her, life returning to the baby maker like floodplains in spring.
“Mmmmmmph,” he tried to speak, but her ass kept his noises from being anything close to intelligible. He deserved it.
“That’s what I fucking thought,” she said with a chuckle. The reaming had hurt a little, but what was life without a bit of pain? Her hooves went out on their own, lightly stroking his member, sending signals to his brain that the breeding wasn’t over yet. Not that his lizard brain had any idea that the mare he had just fucked was his own sister…
“I mean really? What did you expect? You’ve always been a bottom, a lesser being, you work for me, pay my bills, buy me new cars to use up and spit out. You’re trash, you’re nothing to me but a cock warmer or a pussy filler-”
She stopped when his tongue did, and the moment that she raised her ass up off of his muzzle a sharp intake of breath followed. Her hooves moved on their own fluffing up his member for yet more action, making his body’s enhanced repair capacity and stamina work for its energy and material. The host’s body would survive, or it wouldn’t… there were other bodies.
“No you,” Eros said. His smirk became an expression of pleasure as he watched his sister rub his cock with her soft fetlocks, the concentration on her muzzle spurring him on even as his exhaustion made itself known. Their sexual escapades normally had that effect on him.
The door to their chamber slid open, and the huge form of Beauregard stood in it, rigidly at attention. He didn’t balk at their actions, or their position, her ass lifted above Erotics head, or his cock inches away from her muzzle.
“I was called,” he said with a grunt. There wasn’t annoyance, pleasure or anything approaching an emotion in his words.
“We’re gonna give you a treat,” Essex said before throwing herself off of her brother.
“I see,” Beauregard said before walking towards the bed. Below him, a cock nearly the size of Naarkessex’s began to expand to its proper size. There was a faint shadow of a grin on his muzzle, but it was such a small twitch in his muscles that you could never be sure that it was really there. He landed on the bed, leaving his head on the pillows, crushing the fine pegasus feathers inside with the sheer mass of his body. The two siblings walked over the sheets, making little indentations in the fine cloth. It didn’t matter. They had a whole linen closet full of sheets the same quality of those on the bed at that moment…
“So big boy, what would you prefer?” Essex asked with a shit eating grin written into her muzzle.
“I want your cunt,” Beauregard said simply, his cock seemingly twitching in emphasis.
“I want her mouth,” Erotics said before pushing his sister bodily towards the much bigger stallion, with an erect tool, that would scare off anyone who wasn’t functionally immortal.
“Eww,” Essex said just before the huge hooves of the bodyguard clasped her body and pulled her the rest of the way towards her. His huge cock pushed up between her hind legs, rubbing against her cunt and leaving her mouth hanging open in pleasure. A moment later, it was stuffed with her brother’s cock, and the taste of her own ass.
She didn’t have long to dwell on that. A moment later she was lifted up, his cock exiting her muzzle with the sound of a wet plop, and a second later she was impaled bodily on the cock of the bodyguard. It stretched her out more than her brother’s abortive attempts at hurting her did. If only because the butler was in another class of cock size, and well, brutality. She moaned as the pain flooded her brain, endorphins shooting into her bloodstream to keep her some manner of conscious. Her clit winked out against his sheath, a thin sheen of fem-cum already coating his whole length. A moment later her muzzle was assaulted by her brother’s cock again-
“That’s better, dear sister,” he said with a laugh as their game changed once again.
The huge stallion beneath her picked up the light pegasus and pulled her up the length of his shaft like a fleshlight. The motion was jarring to her, and pleasing to Erotics, who took each movement up his shaft as another blessing bestowed upon him by the dark gods of sex. Well, they were dark gods to them.
“You like that, being a little bitch for a servant?” He asked, between deep exhales and moans. Her reply was lost on everyone involved, given she couldn’t speak with a cock jammed down her throat.
“I like it,” Beauregard said in a husky voice. Deep inside her tunnel, his cock twitched and flared against the walls of her pussy. The large stallion grabbed her hair and pulled hard on it, making her groan in pain, despite the drugs her body was pumping into her bloodstream to compensate for the damage.
“I know you do,” Erotics said to the other stallion, and fellow cyborg. In some ways their lives were intertwined with the revolutions of decades past. The genetics revolution, the evolution of machinery that had began millennia ago, and the magical technology that created hive minds and dispersed consciousnesses in general. All of those things had come together to provide the lucky few with immortality, something that only alicorns had before-
Erotics cock bucked into the back of her throat, his balls smacking against her chin. That little hint of damage and pain was enough to set him off, that and the everpresent eroticism of face fucking his dear sister. He pulled his cock from her muzzle and the first rope that shot out of his flaring member landed across her face, leaving a streak from her muzzle to her maneline.
“Who’s the painted whore now? My little fucktoy,” Erotics said as rope after rope of potent cyborg seed covered his sister’s body. She looked nonplussed at him. Her mind more focused on the pleasure and pain emanating from her stuffed cunt.
“It’s still you, dingus,” She said with a spit of pre-cum onto the sheets.
“Yeah,” Beauregard said with a note of agreement, and then a grunt as he bottomed out in his bosses pussy again. The sounds of flesh on flesh picked up as he used her vigorously. The extra lubricant that her body produced was making it’s value known to her, as he picked her up again and again only to have cruel gravity spread her vagina out with every thrust. “Hey Naarkessex, can I mount you now that he’s done?”
“Sure, but only if you call me a whore,” She said with a laugh. A moment later, the huge stallion picked her up and let his cock fall out of her cunt. It gaped open, thoroughly stretched out, the muscles tired like they had just given birth.
“You fucking harlot!” He said with a laugh as she stood up and shook her ass in his face. There was cum leaking out of her asshole, and her pussy was winking wildly before him.
“Uh, close enough?” She said tentatively, before adding. “You cock mongoler!”
He mounted her swiftly, the bulk of his huge form hanging over the small pegasus her wings pressing up into his ribs. It tickled him a little. He snorted derisively, before feeling the pressure of hooves against his cock. A moment later, the hooves guided the tip of his member into the pussy he had just been fucking. Beauregard said nothing, but slid his cock into the well used pussy of Essex before throwing his head back and grunting loudly as he bottomed out in her again.
“Come on, cum in me!” Essex said before he pushed her head into the mattress. The huge stallion groaned loudly. His cock flared up in her, and he was just about to thrust forward, to try to get his cum as deep inside her as he could… Instincts honed through generations of breeding, natural selection, the whole shebang playing out again-
Then he felt the touch of a moist tongue on his testicles. He stopped to enjoy the sensations assaulting him. A moment later the tongue shifted up higher, and then he felt it push into his tailhole…
Beauregard moaned once before blowing his load in the mare beneath him, a heavy groan followed as he felt his whole mind shift in place-
“You’re dismissed,” A second later he came to. Essex was trapped beneath him, and his cock was still buried deep inside her. A second head appeared in his vision.
“Yeah, sorry about the tongue, I couldn’t resist the debauchery,” Erotics said before rubbing the back of his neck with a foreleg.
“He does tend to shove things where they don’t belong,” Essex said with venom dripping from her words.
“Oh, and you’re any better?” He asked rhetorically. Beauregard had no desire to be there at that moment. He was sated sexually, and his employers were having another weird spat. They were kind of a weird in general. Whatever. He pulled his cock from her, before walking towards the door.
A moment later he was gone, and the two exhausted siblings, with their holes aching, bodies trembling, and minds cleared, looked at one another.
They burst out laughing, before hugging each other close on the thoroughly ruined sheets. Somehow they found enough energy to trot towards the pillows…
“You know, this was better than drinking,” Naarkerotic’s words were punctuated with a yawn. His sister stared at him before nodding and throwing a foreleg across his chest. The comfort, intimacy, that was the side of their relationship that they didn’t show in the open. That was perhaps the oddest thing about them.
“Yeah, it was,” She said with a purr in her voice. “I’m gonna need one of those ass pillows.”
“Me too,” he replied in a low voice. Not husky, just subdued.
“Grease Pan is gonna break your pelvis tomorrow,” Essex said.
“Next body I get, I’m springing for the adamantium crotch.”
“Get a girthier cock too, if you want to stretch out my ass, you really need the right tool for the job.”
“Duly noted,” he replied as his eyes shut.
“Night Erotics.”
“Good night Essex.”