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It’s a sunny afternoon in the small town of Ponyville. The summer sun is high in the blue sky, and the birds are singing confidently, just as Miss Fluttershy had taught them.

Amidst their singing, one could hear the gentle sound of a Pegasus strolling down one of the many roads in the Sweet Apple Acres. “I received a promotion, I received a promotion,” the joyful stallion sings to himself while strolling through the apple plantation, his backpack and camera swaying rhythmically as he takes ambling steps toward his home.

Fortunately for Featherweight, his kind boss had granted him early leave along with the long awaited promotion. Which meant that he now had more than enough time to get home and be with his beloved wife, Babs Seed.

The wings on his back fluttered with anticipation at the ideas of what he might do when he got home. He could assist Babs with picking apples, knowing she’d value both the support and company, avoiding the loneliness of being alone among these extensive apple fields.

Featherweight gazed at the sky to appreciate the shining sun. "She’s likely finished for the day already," he sighed, considering how many apples were probably still unripe for picking. Conversely, there was also a tiny possibility that the main Apple family, just a few acres over, had asked for her help with irrigating their crops.

“Actually, that would be absurd," he reasoned. Big Macintosh was too proud for that and would push himself halfway to the afterlife before letting his family down.

The Pegasus shook his head at that logic; the large farmer truly needed to understand that relying on others wasn’t a bad thing. Quite the contrary, in Featherweight’s opinion, as he remembered his coworkers; he wouldn’t have gotten this far without their help.

Shuffling through the contents of his backpack, he retrieved a row of pictures taken just that morning. It hadn’t been what had led to his promotion; that had been the excellent coverage of the Wonderbolt show two weeks back. No, the images were of his friends and coworkers eating cake and congratulating him, before their boss had told them all to get back to work.

“What a strict mare,” he chuckled. “And a horrible photographer.”

His laughter mixed with the natural sounds of the wildlife all around him, the memory of her needing a lesson on how to use a camera, still vivid in his mind. She wasn’t a photographer, so he couldn’t fault her for being inexperienced, but it was more often than not a surprise to find a non-photographer expert within the Pegasus journalism field.

In a sense, Feather supposed that reasoned well why she was his boss and not one of the fellow Pegasi in the field – that, and she was such an excellent interviewer.

“Her stare will get her bucked one day, though,” he noted, that glare of hers a weapon all its own. Thinking of his day seemed to make the trip home go by much quicker, and soon, he saw a house in the distance, the newly painted exterior shimmering in the sunlight.

“Home sweet home.” Unfolding his wings, Featherweight made the last short journey in the air, his keen brown eyes wanting to take a look at Babs and his house from above.

It was a big house, if he could even refer to it as that. Originally a barn for storing wheat from the local fields, it had experienced a gradual decline in use over time as the numerous wheat fields established by the early Apple family had been swallowed up by the apple orchard.

Left abandoned for decades, the nearest field now consisted of adult red apple trees. Thus, they had been granted the building by Granny Smith as a wedding gift two years prior. A lot of hard work from the newlyweds and all the Apple’s had gone into making it a livable structure; some were even jealous, as it had become a little too good of a house.

The old roof had been removed to make way for a new one, and the outer walls were now insulated, with tons of windows installed to bring the natural light indoors. The chimney for the living room fireplace was the crown jewel among it all. His wife had really loved to cuddle next to it during the winter months, and he couldn’t fault her. With the newest fire-safety spells from Canterlot, it was the safest and warmest place in the whole building.

However, the livable and comfortable area of the place was a small part of the structure, as a large portion of it was now used for processing apples. They were trying to pursue their own careers; he as a journalist and Babs as a hairstylist, but it had been Granny Smith’s demand that they use some of their free time to help out the family. Or else she wouldn’t convince the family to help them remodel the house.

While a taxing setup for sure, neither had found it to be a deal breaker. In fact, Babs Seed seemed to enjoy the extra work for the most part. She’d moved to Ponyville when they had started their honeymoon, saying goodbye to her old city life in Manehattan. Her friends from Manehattan had called her mad for getting married when she wasn’t even 25, but Babs had been stubborn, not letting their pessimism get in the way of her happiness.

The extra free time as she was settling in made her anxious, though, as she’d wondered if she was being made an outcast upon arrival.

But processing apples, working on the house, transporting produce to town, and becoming a hairstylist at Lotus and Aloe’s spa had solved the problem, and Babs had stated herself that she had found a place she could call home.

The Apple Family had even thrown a party after she’d said it!

…..

Inside, Babs Seed stood next to an old stepladder under the burnt-out light at the front door, her green eyes pausing to look it over before moving the ladder into place. The foyer of the house didn’t have much light to speak of, so she very slowly climbed up one step at a time, careful not to break anything as the ladder was dilapidated. If she slipped, the closed front door would at least stop her fall somewhat, Babs noted.

Once at the top, she unscrewed the old bulb, fitted the new one in place, and twisted it in slowly. One would have thought the Apples would have given them the newest of supplies for the rebuilding, but they had primarily provided things they’d had in storage. Once it was tight in the socket, she leaned back to look it over carefully when the front door swung open swiftly, hitting the base of the ladder and throwing her off balance.

“Oh dear!” Babs squealed, losing her balance before falling backward, just as her husband Featherweight came bursting through the doorway.

“Hey baby, I've got great nnn—!”

'Flump!' The Pegasus suddenly found himself pushed back outside and falling himself, now buried under the wide plush rump of his mate, as Babs fell off the ladder and right onto him. Featherweight, pinned under his mate, looked with dizzy eyes up from under her tail.

“Mmmm,” he groaned from the ground, stunned, pinned, and with a growing bump on his head that would surely give him a headache later. But he was not truly unhappy with his predicament as the sweet scent of her work-torn body filled his senses.

“FEATHERWEIGHT!?” Spinning around, she lifted his bruised head from the dirt. The back of his head had made a nice hole right where he had landed. “Oh Hubby, are you alright?”

The Pegasus’s eyes remained unfocused, but the sensation of her warmth all around his head calmed him greatly, the headache dissipating a bit as she took care of him. “Have I gone to heaven? Because I’m pretty sure an angel is looking at me from up high…”

Had Babs had wings, they would probably have popped out at his romantic statement. How could he be this perfect, even while half unconscious?!

Not seeing flirting as a good idea at the moment, Babs took Featherweight bride-style and moved him to the living room. By the time she had gotten a wet towel on the back of his head, Feather had returned back to his old self. But she continued to care for him through his gentlemanly mannerisms, Babs not taking his statements of being fine seriously yet.

“I’m telling you, Babe, I’m fine,” he repeated one last time, stopping his wife from calling for help as she suspected him of being delirious.

He did seem alright when she took an extra good look, and as she sat down next to him, she saw that the colour in his cheeks was normal. “Okay, but please do tell me if you start feeling unwell. You only just managed to miss all of the big rocks in the ground outside.”

“I pinky-swear.”

She took his pinky finger in hers, and gave him a big hug. They rested like that for a bit, each feeling complete in the moment until Feather remembered what he had been trying to say at the front door. “Honey, could you give me my backpack real quick?”

Reaching over, she took the heavy thing and gave it to him without thinking much about it. It was only when he retrieved a paper that her eyes looked at him a little puzzled. Pointing a finger at the signature and title of the document, Babs finally got the message.

“Oh, baby! This is wonderful news! You've worked so hard for this.” Babs gave him the tightest of hugs, congratulating him with a bright smile. “Why don't you let me make a celebratory meal, and then maybe afterwards.” She flicked her tail, giving him a wink.

Picking up on what she was hinting at, Feather swallowed the ball of nervousness in his throat. “What say I show you what a big and powerful stallion you've married?” he teased with a nervous chuckle, happy as he watched her eyes widen in a licentious manner.

“Oh, does my big strong stud want to have a bit of mounting time?” Babs asked with a wide smile, feeling a desire to be with him in a way they had not been since Feather bred her. She covered his muzzle with playful kisses, already smelling the stallion scent coming off of him. “A little alone time might be just the thing we need.” She smirked, thinking that she knew what he really needed, something to help keep him from getting too full of himself.

“That does sound wonderful, my dear,” Featherweight agreed with a wide grin, thinking that he would be showing her just how much of a stallion he was all night long.

A playful flick on the nose for his confidence came his way, however, as Babs went into his backpack once more to retrieve something she’d spotted earlier. “Since when does an Apple stallion use condoms?” she teased, flicking the thing at his muzzle. “Especially seeing as you’ve already put two babies in this oven. She caressed her growing stomach gently, remembering months earlier when he’d picked the perfect date to seed her.

She moved up from the couch and toward the kitchen, flicking her tail playfully at him for good measure to show she was still eager and willing. Feather exhaled gently, feeling like the luckiest Pegasus in equestria. It hadn’t been easy to confess his feelings to her; being from high up in the sky meant not meeting many cross-pony-type couples. Into the picture Dash and AJ had come, the pair giving him the strength to move forward.

That they had openly taken Soarin’ into their relationship had made him really realise; him going for Babs wouldn’t be the weirdest thing going on in these vast apple orchards. And that was not even to speak about what Big Mac was up to when the moon came up.

Staying seated on the couch, Featherweight appreciated the view of his wife humming and gently dancing in the kitchen. To call it dinner would be an exaggeration, as the sun was still high in the sky, so maybe a midday snack?

As quickly as she’d entered the kitchen, she seemed to exit it. And in hand, Babs came with a row of newly baked apple muffins, and a painkiller pill for his headache. “Eat up my dear, you deserve it!” She gave him a kiss on the cheek and went toward their bedroom.

‘More for me,’ he thought, wondering what plans she was cooking up. He swallowed the pill and took a bite, the taste wonderfully fresh as she’d likely made it with apples from the trees right outside of their door. With each bite, he felt more relaxed, his eyelids growing heavy.

“What… the?…”

*****

“Where… am I?” Looking around the afternoon-lit area, he realised he was in their barn.

“Errr, wha–what?” Mumbling in confusion, he pulled at the restraints holding him in place. They were firm, but meant to keep him from falling over and off the breeding mount more than to lock him. “Babs, sweetie? This isn't what I was...” He trailed off as he looked back over his rump at her, feeling the warm and wet caress on his sensitive flesh.

“Oh? Ohoooo, baby!” Featherweight moaned out, as he felt her hot, smooth tongue lapping over his puckered flesh. Soon he was panting and groaning in delight as her long slick tongue slithered around the rim of his doughnut-shaped anus.

“N-not that I'm not enjoying this,” he admitted with a breathless moan, his already dangling horse dick throbbing and stiffening as her caress sent trembles of pleasure racing down his spine. “But I thought I'd be the one mounting you,” Featherweight protested weakly, looking over to where that long pink rubber strap-on dildo lay in plain sight.

“I'm your big, impressive stallion… And I thought that was only meant for anniversaries and special occasions,” he protested through the pleasure.

“You are my VERY impressive stallion… Very, very impressive.” Dislodging her snout from between his cheeks, Babs looked him over. He might be a creamy white Pegasus, but he was not to be underestimated. His cock was as feral as they came; his flare leaked slick pre, and his medial ring was as big as his flare… which was very wide. The only reason he didn’t stand out on a daily basis was his sheath, the thing hiding his monster from plain sight.

“And it is a special occasion, my dear.” Reaching up with both her hands, she fondled his balls with care. The two foal makers inside were second only to Big Mac in the whole Apple family. “And while I appreciate the condoms to try and protect the twins, I don’t think that’s what you really need.” Guiding his dick, she made it circle the long milking tube.

“You know how this thing makes me feel… I’m not a cow.” Struggling a little against the ropes, Babs came up to look him in the eyes. “I’m… not a cow,” he repeated.

“You’ve only ever used it twice, and the doctor said it’d do you good to get drained more often.” He didn’t seem convinced by her words, and so, she brought over the pink beast. “And that is why I’ve brought this along – to try and distract you while you get milked.”

His blush grew fiercer, but she didn’t move out of her spot in front of him. Babs waited for his anxiety to go away, her warm smile doing the heavy lifting. “Fffine, but I will mount you tomorrow!” he countered. Leaning in, she gave his cheek a small kiss.

“Of course, but you need to be milked first. Doctor’s orders.” Moving a few feet away, Babs took off her clothing, revealing a latex suit underneath. She liked the way he devoured her with his eyes, which wobbled back and forth in tandem with her ass. “Like the view?”

“Uh-huh…” By Princess Celestia’s sun, she was a goddess! And the pink beast now hanging between her thick legs didn’t make her any less of a catch in his eyes. If anything, it made Babs a bigger catch, as she was a master at using it.

“Well, if the doctor thinks it best,” Feather babbled, his eyes wide and round as he watched her circle him. Each sway of her hips made that huge pink tool bounce and swing, the sight making the creamy white Pegasus's erection jerk and tremble in excitement.

“Oh yes, my dear, it's the doctor's orders,” Babs whispered teasingly into his ear as she rubbed against his body. Reaching down between his thighs to grip the milking tube, she lifted it up and coated the inside with clear lubricant she’d gotten from Sweetie Belle. Slipping the wide tip of her husband's equine cock into the tight opening, the suction swallowed the throbbing organ whole, until it suckled at his sheath.

“Ohooo... Ohooo, yes!” Featherweight moaned out as he felt his aching organ pulled inside the tube. He whimpered and moaned as the stimulating structure rubbed against his medial ring and flare, the pressure as aggressive as he remembered.

“You like that, sweetie?” Babs teased, her voice low as she moved behind him. Pausing, she listened to him moan and grunt in agreement, before moving up to grip his bushy tail and roughly pull it to one side. Exposing her husband's bright pink tailhole always made her horny, and the sight of it shining and wet from her rimming made her heart skip a beat.

“You're going to love this even more,” she promised, getting her hefty dildo lined up. Feather looked back over his shoulder at her with wide eyes, his tailhole seemingly winking at her as best it could. “Get ready, little filly… Here comes the stallion!” She leaned up over his back as she planted the big tip against his tiny pucker, pushing as he squealed.

Pop!

“B-buck!” Stretched beforehand or not, the large intrusion made Feather’s body go rigid as the flare made its way inside, his wings standing proudly on full display before her.

Her Pegasus hubby was always a treat to please; so vocal, so responsive to everything she did, and so warm to the touch. She supposed that was one of the reasons for why they’d gotten married so fast. Being a pair of vocal and responsive lovers certainly made for exciting bedroom play… when they got around to it, that was.

Letting him adjust, Babs leaned forward to give the space between his wings gentle kisses, those feathery beauties shivering from her touch. “Gooood hubby, a stallion should be able to take just as much as he gives.” Her hands trailed down until she got hold of his love handles, the things not exactly as impressive as hers. But that was to be expected.

“Ah!” He let out a tiny gasp as she inserted more, a squeak escaping him as the flare passed over his prostate, soon followed by a much smaller outburst as the medial ring of the toy did the same. Biting down on the bit at the front of the breeding mount, Feather focused on steadying his breathing until he felt her hips touch his.

“Aaaand that’s it, all the way in.” Leaning her smaller body over his, she rested herself on top of him as he got used to the girth, the sound and vibrations from the milking machine ever so persistent in the background. She should have felt big at that moment, but while Feather was lean, he sure wasn’t short, as his body dwarfed her curvy one.

“I-I’m ready,” he stammered, spreading his legs as best he could. It gave his nuts room to wiggle, the jam-packed orbs stretching his sack down from how heavy they had gotten.

‘Maybe I do need to get milked properly…’ he thought, as Babs gave his cheek a small kiss, the sensation of her rack leaving his back quickly following.

The horny Pegasus let out a moan, as his sexy mare began to roll her hips, thrusting slowly and firmly into him at first. “Yyyeeeaaah… I really do need this,” he moaned in acceptance, making her smile as they began to buck with more and more pent-up sexual excitement.

Babs trembled, feeling her own arousal grow the more her mate reacted to the pleasure she was giving him. “Yes, you do... even a big, strong stallion needs to be on the receiving end from time to time. Just ask my cousin, Orchard Blossom… She'll tell you all about it.” Babs Seed snickered as she thought about it; watching some skinny stallion give pretty little Orchard Blossom (Big Mac) the pounding she needed under a full moon.

Below him, he felt the milking sleeve surge and release on his stallionhood. The sensation, combined with the huge hard shaft rubbing and pounding over his prostate gland, made him exclaim, “Ohoo Yes! Ohoooo Yes!” over and over, feeling the pleasure build within him as Babs lay over his back, kissing and nibbling along his long neck.

“Putting my sexy stallion in the right frame of mind,” Babs Seed giggled. Gripping his body harder, she pounded and pumped that quivering tailhole. As her handsome hubby bucked and moaned, his body humped forth and then pushed back. Featherweight grunted and whinnied louder and louder, the barn soon echoing with his squeals of pleasure.

“Come on, baby… Let it out!” Angling her pink beast, she scraped against his prostate at an ever-increasing pace. Soon enough, she saw Feather bite down on the bit, his tailhole going from slick and welcoming to a snug fit. His balls surged up inside of his pouch, stallionhood throbbing so hard that it made the whole machine rustle as he almost moved it out of place.

"Thaaat's it, give those mares at the sperm bank something to work with,” Babs encouraged, hoping their twin foals would have lots of half siblings in due time. Leaning forward, she took his form in a hug, gyrating her hips to stimulate him through it all. By the time he finished spurting, the machine gave a small ping, signaling the end of the session.

“Can… can I top now?” His voice was raspy and sounded a little exhausted from all of his moaning. Retreating until she was halfway out, her hands reached down to feel up his wedding tackle. They still felt full, barely any lighter than before.

“Nice try, big guy, but you’re nowhere near drained.” Reaching a hand beneath the mount, she pushed the start button, Featherweight giving a generous flinch as his oversensitive breeding stick was sent into round two whether it liked it or not. “Hang in there, Feather.”

“HNG!!! H-horse apples!” Focusing on the large toy inside of him, and the warmth of his wife, Feather did his best to not think of how he’d soon cum in rapid succession, spurting ropes of white like a dairy cow letting out her milk in a steady stream during milking hours.

“Weehehee!” The creamy white Pegasus whinnied, bucking and hunching between the suction on his member and the long, thick dildo prodding his sensitive gland.

Soon, he was lost in a sea of pleasure, feeling the slight weight on his back as his sexy wife pounded into him harder and faster. “Mmm, Babs.” His nostrils tingled as he could smell her sexual excitement, knowing she was getting off almost as much as he was. The tangy scent of her orgasmic fluids made him more aroused and eager. He’d been trying to hold back, wanting to have enough left for her, but he had lost it thanks to all the stimulation.

Over the next hour and a half, he orgasmed repeatedly, losing track of the number of times as he was milked into utter exhaustion. He had been resisting the emptying at first, but now dangled limply on the breeding mount, his creamy white body masking the copious amount of frothy white equine sweat all over him.

He grunted and gasped weakly still, as the machine strained and worked to get the last spurt out of him. Only the savage slamming into his tailhole kept him hard, those once swollen testicles of his now veinier than ever, as they worked feverishly to fill him back up.

“I–I don't think I can–Hng!” Featherweight panted, his head hanging down limply, as Babs lay on his back, smashing that toy up his anus with wild abandonment. Still, his body leaned back into it, enjoying the sensations while his stallionhood was wrenched dry.

“Yes, you can, baby. One more orgasm, do it for me.” The milker was vibrating and straining, the stimulating tube feeling hot against his trembling organ. His tailhole gaped and ached from the hard ride, while his mouth felt as dry as a desert from the moaning and gasping.

“WEEHEHEHEEE!” The Pegasus whinnied with all the strength he had left, as his aching organ poured out one last gush.

Feather had never felt anything like it, as the thickest seed he had ever let out traveled up and out of his horsecock, the stuff barely an hour old as it came straight from the core of his nuts. His stallionhood dropped limp the instant his ejaculation had left the tip of his swollen and red flare, the sleeve of the milker dropping off him to clatter loudly on the floor.

“That’s my hubby, you’re gonna make so many mares happy.” Falling on top of him, her body cried out in exhaustion, muscles burning from overuse. “Just like you made me the happiest mare in Ponyville,” she added, guiding his glassy eyes toward the overfilled tank below.

“I love you…” He muttered.

And before she could answer, the creamy white Pegasus blacked out from exhaustion. Babs raised herself off of him slowly, making sure not to wake the slumbering stud. Her marehood was numb from cumming, the strap-on having rubbed against her marehood the whole time. Taking one gentle step at a time, she unsheathed the pink beast from its warm and clenching cave, Feather’s body trying to keep it in as it had gotten used to the presence.

Pop!

“You’re gonna be gaping for a bit…” Babs giggled quietly, reaching into a bag she’d brought with her from the house. “Time to make good use of what we bought on our honeymoon.” Big enough to plug him nicely, Babs inserted a buttplug with her scissor cutie mark at the base into her sleeping mate, his body barely resisting the cold intrusion of the metal toy.

Taking off the strap-on was easy enough, but the leather was another matter as her fur was drenched in her and Feather’s frothy equine sweat. By the time she’d finally gotten it off, she was a little hesitant about using the Feather marked buttplug Feather had gotten made for her, but she wasn’t about to play an unfair game with her husband.

Pop!

“Ouch!” Her sphincter tried to close fully, and sent a burning sensation up her spine as it frustratingly didn’t get its will. She needed a bath… they both did. Yet with him out for the count she decided to wait, until after he’d gotten hydrated and rested a bit.

“Now, let’s see how you two are faring.” Kneeling between his spread legs, she fondled his foal makers as gently as she could. They were rock hard compared to earlier when they had felt bloated and full. “It wouldn’t do you any good to have two rocks weighing you down during your work hours, especially now that you’ve been promoted, hehehe.”

She gently untied him, drying him as best she could with a few wet wipes. He was a lot more drenched than she’d expected. She took him bride style once more, despite her protesting muscles, and as she looked back at the open barn door, she finally saw Applejack trot in.

“Took you long enough,” AJ muttered, unhooking the full tank to put it on her shoulder. The heavy tank looked weightless on her frame, her muscular build as if designed to handle it. She wore a tied-up shirt and cowgirl shorts, her form seeming to challenge Babs’.

“Sorry, he’s been saying no for weeks, so he was quite backed up,” Babs defended Feather and herself, not wanting to admit the last three sessions had been utterly unnecessary for what she was trying to do, his loads having diminished to a trickle twenty minutes ago.

“Young love is such a beautiful thing. You two are so full of energy.” Waving her goodbyes, AJ made her departure toward the sperm bank. For a moment, Babs thought she saw her legs shine, as if they were drenched like her own from mare juices.

“I must be seeing things,” Babs giggled. Feather stirred in her arms, the large stallion starting to cool down now that he wasn’t getting bucked by her like no tomorrow. “Shhhh, my strong and now-promoted stud, I’ll get us inside where it’s warm.” She gave his cheek a quick kiss, and hummed happily as her orange fur hid the growing blush on her freckled cheeks.

Inspecting his head one last time for the day, she spotted that his bump had reduced in size quite significantly. “I can’t believe those painkillers knocked you out cold.” It hadn’t been intentional, but it had worked out in the end, as she’d found him sleeping on the couch.

Not wanting to worry about that little oopsie-daisy earlier, she thought of a common phrase Granny Smith uses quite often in regarding achieving a good harvest; “What ends well goes well.” She made a mental note to apologise to Featherweight tomorrow… once he’d gotten to top her and pound her tailhole a few times, of course, and inside the couple went.

FIN

A SPECIAL THANKS TO OUR DRAGON MEMBER:

GRAHAM NOLEN