> A Delicate Glow, Tempered
>  by Incandesca
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> Through Fire & Flame
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On steaming summer days such as these, the sun shone off a guard's armor as much as their body. It was in this heat Delicate Glow stood watch, gripping a steel spear. Now and again, she'd remove her helmet, exposing her drenched face and mane, and would fan herself with her free hand. It did little to comfort, but it was better than nothing at all she surmised.

It had always been her fillyhood dream to join the esteemed ranks of Princess Celestia's Royal Guard. Countless times she'd imagine herself, clad in gleaming golden plate not unlike the kind she wore now - if perhaps more covering than what amounted to a bra and loincloth - taking up sword and shield to defend her ruler's kingdom from the dark forces which might see it burn. Unfortunately for her and everypony else who'd dreamed the same, some random assortment of podunk townie skanks had taken up that mantle.

Indeed, instead of battling great foes to protect the innocent, she and her fellows were considered more of a traditional formality. The gears of bureaucracy ground ever onwards, shifting them to stand in place for hours at a time, here and there from day to day. Worse, today she'd been positioned at the southern palace gates, a place where such luxuries as 'shade' were nowhere to be found.

Glow lamented. She rarely even got the opportunity to stop crime. That was typically handled by the urban branch of the Guard, rather than the royal. Perhaps if she'd taken oath to service Luna instead of Celestia she'd see more action. Only the very brave or very foolish would go about such acts during the daylight, let alone a daylight as scorching as this. Little did she know her three year streak of inaction was about to come to an end.

From Glow's left a voice purred, feminine, husky, scratchy, "Hey doll. Didn't know they had you cuties in armor like this, or is it just you?"

Glow's jaw tightened. Along with her work's dulldrum, she'd grown to hate the kind of ponies and foreign nationals who tried provoking reaction from the Royal Guard. She also hated the perverts who ogled her barely clothed body, and that familiar sense was how she felt the stranger's eyes upon her before she saw them for herself.

"Hellooo?" the stranger called, waved their hand, golden-furred, in her face. She fought the urge to slap it away. "Nothing to say? How rude."

When the stranger stepped back, out of Glow's face, she revealed herself. She was Summer Solstice, an amazon of a mare who had more than a head's worth of height over the guardspony. Truth be told, she had more than a head's worth over her in every other department too. Glow was no skinny mare either, boasting plush thighs that kissed when she stood, brushed where she walked, a bubbly butt her loincloth scarcely contained, broad hips built for bearing children, and a healthy pair of juicy jugs to feed them.

Summer, however, was in another caliber of her own. Wearing a pair of frayed daisy dukes which traveled down all of an inch from her crotch, a striped white and red bikini top, gold-rimmed sunglasses and a seashell necklace almost hidden by her canyon of cleavage, she looked like she was ready to hit the beach as much as a skeezy porno shoot. None of her clothing could be considered decent, all of it at least a size too small, more likely two, digging into her curves so that from behind the cutie marks on her asscheeks were fully visible, bra so teeny tiny her nipples strained the fabric and areola poked out the sides.

Delicate continued to say nothing, staring past her with pouty lips pursed in a thin frown. She did her best not to focus on her body, but a heat rose within her all the same caused by a very different kind of summer.

"I'll just get right to it then," Summer said, drawing her tongue across her lips. Her fingers hooked into the hem of her shorts, and she slowly dragged them down over the burgeoning swell of her powerful hips. "I wanna fuck. You in?"

Glow opted to break her silence. The Guard were allowed to do so if they saw necessary, and here she did. She rolled her ruby eyes and scoffed, not mincing a word. "Like I'd ever fuck a bimbo like you. Get lost, asshole." The statement was crass, unprofessional, but she didn't care.

"Is that how it's gonna be then? Sounds like somepony's mother never taught her how to respect others. I suppose I'll have to substitute in for your Mommy, in that case."

Summer chuckled. There was an edge to her voice previously not present. Poor, poor little Glowy hadn't the faintest clue who she was dealing with. Summer Solstice was a notorious sex fiend, and when she wanted to bed somepony she'd bed them come hell or high water. And, with that one snide little statement, Glow had triggered the bull to show its horns.

Glow was able to get all of "What do you think you're doing?" before, in one swift motion, Summer yanked down her bottoms to reveal a turgid cock and balls which had not been there prior. The first thought that crossed Glow's mind was 'Celestia-damned magic', but it was quickly lost amidst a sea of others. Namely, there was the sheer size of the dickmare's shaft, more comparable to the spear Glow held than a normal stallionhood.

Her eyes widened and a stunned "Oh," passed her lips. Then, Summer pounced. Glow attempted to raise her spear, but she'd been slower on the draw than the unicorn could move. Pouncing forward with a hungry gaze and toothy grin, the redheaded mare was on her, throwing her to the ground and pinning her beneath superior weight.

"Get off me you- Ohhhhh!"

Delicate's grip on the spear loosened, then relinquished. Her loincloth proved just as useless, easily batted aside to make way for a throbbing slab of she-cock. With a grunt Summer's hips drove forward, pushing each impossible inch deep into Delicate's folds. For a glorious flickering moment, any idea of defying this stud fled the guardsmare wholly, and all she could do was moan pathetically beneath her impromptu lover, a cry of 'how fucking big' Summer's dick was leaving her lips unbidden.

Mercy wasn't even a glint in Summer's eye. Glow wouldn't be allowed the chance to recover, not until she'd been broken in nice and proper. Summer's nostrils flared as she slid partially out, then thrust back in with as much force as the first, pressing herself nearer to the guardsmare so their respective heaving tits squashed against one another. Summer's were larger naturally, but that wouldn't b the case for long. Once Glow was knocked up with a litter of Summer's foals, she'd see her curves bloat out to obscene MILFy proportions built for rearing child, just as Summer had done with countless before her.

Glow half managed to blurt out an apology between her unsolicited sounds of pleasure. Feebly she tried searching for purchase, something to hold onto as Summer pressed relentlessly on, but all her hands could do was flail uselessly or grip Summer's shoulders.

"I-I-I'm sorrrryyyyyy! I-I didn't mean t-to, to, ahhnngggg, t-to insult you! P-please just g-get off meeeeee!"

Summer merely smirked. "Don't worry, hon. Ain't nothin' personal, this is just what I do."

She wasn't lying. She'd been called a bimbo, a floozie, a slut plenty of times from all sorts of mares coming from all walks of life. She was used to it ultimately, but that'd never change the fact she was a pony bred to breed each and every suitable mother-to-bee whenever and however she saw fit. Today, that mare just so happened to be Delicate Glow, nothing more, nothing less.

WHAPWHAPTHWACKSLAPSLAPWHAP.

Each shunt forward proved forceful enough to send both mares' bodies wobbling, but the impact was most felt on Delicate's ass. Heavy, spunk-laden coconuts brutalized her bountiful booty, sending rippling shockwaves through the fat and leaving behind ovoid imprints as evidence. They stung with every collision, those imprints becoming pinker then redder until it was clear the guardspony would be left with a sore backside for some time after.

SLAPSLAPWHACKWHACKSLAPWHACK.

"You know doll. If you be a good girl for Mommy, I might, juuuust might give you an easier time. Think you can do that for me, sweetie?"

The battering end of Summer's ramflare hammered mercilessly against the entrance to Glow's womb, cunt proving tight and cervix tighter. Glow's eyes widened at the realization of what Summer was trying to do, but the endless barrage turned her efforts futile. She kicked her legs up in the air, slapping her ankles against Summer's back as if that might do anything, but through the storm the one thing her mind told her she needed was something to hold onto, to steady her. Out of instinct, she wrapped her thighs around Summer's waist, locking the breeder bull in the perfect position to flood her innermost sanctum.

"OhhhhssssCelestiaaaaungghh," she slurred. She wasn't in control anymore, only the well-hung fuckgoddess above her. Her words, desperate, pleading, conflicted, tumbled out her slack jaw freely, rolling into one another. "I-itfffeelssssoooo gooddddnnh.... F-f-fuck me harder, I'll be a good bitch I promiiiiiiise!"

"A good bitch for who?"

"F-f-for, for..." Delicate wasn't sure if she could say it, if she could debase herself that way. A part of her, the rational side with dignity and self respect, screamed at her not to. Her body though, her instincts and the carnal pleasure-lit nerves of her stretched pussy screamed at her to obey. In the end, her basic broodslut desires won out. "I'll be your good girl, M-mmommy!"

Summer didn't say anything in response, simply grinned from ear to ear. What was there left to say on her part? Her fucksledge did all the speaking for her, no spoken word needed, not when Glow's mind was being systematically melted into cock-looving goo.

But, there was still the ultimate prize Summer was after - Glow's eggs. She gave another hard buck, second, third, and fourth proved the charm. By the time her blunt crown pierced Glow's cervix and laid bare the woman's foal factory to Summer's breeding pole, the guard's neurons were all but fried. Her eyes were crossed, pupils pinpricks, tears rolling down her cheeks as she panted like a dog. Summer grinned wider.

Now, the real fun could begin.

Summer's fucking began in earnest. What she'd done to Glow earlier was child's play, nothing more than a warm-up for the grand finale, her magnum opus that was impregnating any fertile hole she desired. Her hips and ass became a golden blur, tail turning to burning flame, all of Summer's mighty bitchbreaking polearm burying itself to the root, then out, then back again in all of a second. Jackhammering was the only comparable action, her thrusts so jerky and quick her balls barely had the time to make contact with Glow's butt whatsoever.

The shock jolted Glow out of her braindead reverie, and the reality of her situation came crashing down on her in a final wave. If she couldn't get Summer off her she realized, she'd be impregnated for sure. There wasn't a chance on Celestia's green Equus a dickmare as packing as Summer wasn't capable of putting a legion into the most barren of females.

"H-hey, s-sstop it! Don, dd-don't cum inssiiiide! Haanghhhh, I don't, I don't wannaahhhh be a mom!"

Summer locked her gaze with Glow's, soul-piercing tropical pools meeting stricken, hazy reds.

"I'm afraid it's too late for that," purred Summer. She leaned down, bit Glow's neck. "You were gonna be a MILF the moment I saw you, And you're going to thank Mommy too, when your belly's nice and round."

And with that, Summer's sack cinched. Her tankards swelled, audibly burbling, shaft pulsing, pulsing, pulsing.

"P-please," Glow begged. "P-please don't."

"Please don't what?"

"Ppleasse, p-please... don't stop!"

Summer offered her praise in the form of a bestial grunt and piledrove her marehammer to the back wall of Delicate's womb, until the flare stretched her belly out so much it nestled snuggly between Glow's tits. Then, Summer came, as virile and explosive as felt suited to her size and tenacity. Her  spermbanks clenched and unclenched, growing and contracting as freshly brewed pints of molten hot ballslag poured into the crucible that was Glow's life-yearning belly. Ropes shot, so near to one another they formed more of a stream, so violent it was more of an eruption, audibly glpgulpgulping out.

Delicate was rendered a mewling mess. Shivers and orgasms wracked her body as she squirted for everything she was worth, practically seizuring on the grass and dirt path beneath her. Shaking digits clutched anywhere and everywhere, from stray blades of grass to stones and soil, Summer's sunny yellow fur and vibrant autumn mane. Half-burbled between her spit-frothing lips came a pitious plea of 'Mommy', muffled by the growing sloshing of her gut and her own wheezing.

When the floodgates came to a close, Glow's belly was bloated to the point of looking late in her pregnancy already. It sloshed as Summer slid herself out, jostling not unlike a stuffed water balloon. Without the stopper of Summer's flare some of the spunk poured out, squelching and schklorping, still bubbly and steaming as it folded over itself like batter onto the ground and formed a sticky puddle. Summer gave her cock a vigorous shake, splattering excess bitch-honey, pre, and fucksludge off onto Glow's violated form. Any excess she couldn't remove that way she instead smeared directly onto the unconscious guard's face.

Summer was pleased with herself, smug and self-assured that she'd done a good job today. The glowing imprint of her dual-sided cutie mark emblazoned now upon Delicate's rounded tummy affirmed that notion. She was confident she'd put no less than a baker's dozen into that mare.

And thus it was like so that Summer departed, leaving a bloated, jizz-dripping, brainfucked guardsmare in her wake. When Glow eventually woke up hours from then in the swaddle of stars, surrounded by concerned and mortified nightguards, she'd discover that same mark on her belly, anouncing to all the world exactly who had burdened her with foal. She'd of course have the choice to keep them or not, but ultimately she'd decide the former, making up one among hundreds of mares across Equestria who'd done the very same.

And like every last one of them, she'd spend her nights dreaming of that mystery dickmare's return, when Mommy would come to put her bitch in her place all over again.