There was some kind of strange magic in the moonlight. It invigorated Sideralis like nothing else, its silver glow bathing the world around him in a phantasmal light and reflecting upon the water like a million glittering diamonds. The moon appeared to be just over the water, large, round, and gleaming.

Waves crashed against the beach, making seafoam as they slammed into the sand and the rocks. Sideralis took everything in; the salty smell, the sounds, and the sights. Dinner was still a little heavy in his stomach, which Sideralis noticed seemed to be sitting in a different place now.

In the distance, several airships were docked, as well as several seagoing vessels. Their lights were visible and the illumination they provided made the night beautiful. The night was all about contrasts. Lights shone brighter and colour stood out more where the light shone and kept away the darkness.

Overhead, the stars twinkled, and Sideralis glanced up to look at his namesake. He was almost lost, raptured by the beauty of the night, and he did not notice when Stout sidled up to him. He was almost startled when she nuzzled his neck.

“Sid…” Stout’s voice was low, but clear and purposeful.

“Yeah, Stout?” Sideralis could not help but notice that Stout was warm against him, which stood out in contrast to the cool evening breeze that blew off of the ocean.

“Sid… we’re going to go and pick a fight. Things are going to get ugly. Things are going to change, Sid, and it worries me just a little bit. I’m worried it will change me. I’m worried it will change you.”

Stout was rubbing her face against him now and Sideralis liked how it felt. He let out a little happy wicker and looked down at the smaller mare that stood next to him. She was still covered in grass from the roll they had enjoyed earlier and there was something about how she smelled that made Sideralis feel giddy.

“There is something I want from you,” Stout said in a low, husky voice.

“And what’s that?” Sideralis asked.

Stout did not reply. Instead, Sideralis felt her nose trailing along his neck, then along his withers, then down the back of his front leg, and then along his ribs, below his wing. His right hind leg kicked a bit into the sand, and he quivered all over as he let out a whinny. Stout’s nose was going further along his belly, near his navel, and then…

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Breeding protocols initialised by user_Creamy_Stout!

Enabling_safe_breeding directive.

Sucking in a deep breath, Sideralis could feel Stout’s curious nose sniffing along his belly as she drew closer and closer to what had just popped out of him. Eyes wide, Sideralis let out a shrill whinny, and a whole bunch of techno-garble flashed before his eyes. He saw none of it. He felt and heard something whirring in his backside. He was almost certain that his backside shouldn’t make whirring sounds, but then he remembered that he was a seven hundred and something pound augmented alicorn and for one very brief moment, Sideralis suffered a loss of maturity as he wondered if Queen Chrysalis had given him a hydraulic humper or something ridiculous like that. He let out a coltish giggle as Stout’s nose continued to tickle him.

“Oh look… Mister Winky has come out to play… he’s so cute… all blue with little pink and purple spots… hello Mister Winky,” Stout said in a voice that was a smouldering, sultry coo.

What is Stout doing down there? Sideralis thought to himself. He could feel her hot breath upon him as more and more of him started to show. Stout kept making little loving nuzzles, kisses, and even a few licks. He could feel the rough texture of her tongue, the softness of her lips, and the smooth velvet of her nose rubbing against his tender flesh as more and more of him became exposed. Each touch was driving him crazy and his hind legs stomped in the sand. He felt his hips shake and tremble as the need to move almost overpowered him.

“I’ve never done this before,” Stout said as Sideralis continued to gain length and mass. “But I’ve read a number of books that Mustang was brave enough to get for me. Lurid, lewd books… with descriptions like ‘she took his feverish, foot long fuckstick into her mouth’ and other, more colourful descriptions.”

Sideralis’ ears became as erect as other parts of him. What had just come out of Stout’s mouth? He had trouble believing it. His whole body shook and his hips gave an involuntary hump forward when Stout’s tongue made a slow, almost lazy circle around the end of his cock, teasing the opening, but never touching it.

“Uh… Stout...” Sideralis words came out as a strained gasp. Right now, he had the overwhelming urge to mount Stout and push his way into her mouth. He wanted so very much to feel her warmth and wetness around him. He wanted to be inside and he was filled with powerful, instinctual urges.

“I’m a dirty, dirty nurse. I see cocks all the time but I never get to play with them. I’m told I’ll break them.” Stout paused her dialogue long enough to give Sideralis a lusty, lascivious lick along his length, and she took perverse delight in watching his leg twitch. “I think dicks are just great. I love looking at them. Mustang says I’m brain damaged, mares are supposed to be above this sort of thing, but I do so love a big, throbbing, veiny penis.”

Hearing Stout’s words, Sideralis let out a bellowing wicker and continued to fight the urge to mount Stout. It was becoming painful now. Sideralis was a creature of instincts. During his long life of sleep, it was the only thing he had to rely upon.

“I’m betting that you want to jump me and fuck my face, don’t you?” Stout asked, her breath hot and ticklish against Sideralis’ rock hard length. “I bet you’d like that, wrapping your forelegs around my barrel and pushing your way down my throat. You’re a bad pony. I’m telling my mother.”

Shivering, shuddering, and hardly believing his own ears, Sideralis was having a bit of trouble adjusting to this previously unseen side of Stout. He let out a nervous giggle as Stout’s fuzzy nose tickled him.

“Am I good at talking dirty?” Stout asked. Just as Sideralis was about to reply, she gave him a strong lick with plenty of pressure to derail his train of thought. She heard him fall silent and she tickled his belly with her ears.

In the distance, a foghorn sounded, but the silver mist coming in off of the horizon was unnoticed by the two ponies on the beach. Stout was still trying to figure out how to be the dirty mare that she always wanted to be, and Sideralis was struggling to be a gentlepony, because he felt that it was the right thing to do.

“Do you want me?” Stout asked as she stepped out from beneath Sideralis. She flicked her tail and wafted around the heady scent of mare musk. “Tell me that you want me.”

“I want you,” Sideralis replied, his words both honest and needy. He was on fire, a most horrible sort of fire, and the only way to put it out was to dip it into something wet. He watched as Stout paraded herself in front of him, prancing around, her tail hitched high, her hooves tossing up sand as she danced.

For a moment, Sideralis had himself a good view of Stout in the moonlight, and he could see something glistening with moisture. He wickered again, having trouble making words, the right words, and then let out a baritone whinny.

“Just be good to me… this is my first time too,” Stout said as she positioned herself in front of Sideralis and flagged her tail off to one side.

Stout was shorter than he was. She could just about fit beneath him. Grunting, he slid over her back, bracing himself with his hind legs and shoving forwards, his forelegs sliding over her folded wings and coming to rest against the fleshy front of her barrel. He could feel the curve of her neck between his front legs, pressed against his chest. Her head lifted and he could feel the back of her head rubbing against his throat.

He made a few curious pokes, trying to get a feel for what to do next, and he had trouble controlling himself. His movements were jerky as his body responded to every sudden rush of sensation. He made a hard push into what felt like the right area and then…

“WHOA, not there, not there! At least not now!”

He felt Stout wiggle beneath him, angling her hips upwards, trying to make it easier for him to make entry. He felt himself brush up against something both hot and slippery, there was a wet, slick sound as he rubbed up against it. He gave a push, trying to find his way in and…

Stout shot out from beneath him with a riotous laugh and made good her escape. Sideralis, confused, a little bit angry, and feeling a whole lot frustrated, watched as Stout went streaking away from him, running at the scary speeds that only C/Equines could.

“It tickles!”

Ears pitching forwards, Sideralis did not know how to reply. He stood there, his hardness throbbing against his belly, wondering what to do next. Meanwhile, Stout was already quite some distance away, still laughing like a maniac.

“Your feverish foot long fuckstick tickled my twitchy tight twat!” Stout shouted as she turned around and ran towards Sideralis. Her hooves kicked up sand and spray as she ran through the surf. As she ran, her tongue dangled out of her mouth and she continued to laugh.

Not knowing what else to do, Sideralis ran after Stout, because it seemed that was what she wanted. His longer legs allowed him to catch up with ease, and he fell into pace just behind her, his hooves pounding and splashing in the shallow surf, kicking up water that glimmered with the magical moonlight that shone upon the beach.

They ran together, hooves moving almost in sync with one another, moving at breakneck speeds that posed neither of them any danger. Creamy Stout was laughing, finally free to be herself and have fun, while Sideralis just ran beside her, his cock bouncing up and down against his belly as he ran, further heightening his powerful arousal.

Without warning, Stout came to a halt, bracing her legs and coming to a skidding stop as her hooves dug into the soft, soggy sand. Sideralis tried to do the same, but he was much heavier and his momentum kept him moving forwards. His front hooves dug in deep and got traction, causing Sideralis to flip forwards. He landed on his back with a crash in the surf, and incoming waves splashed into him.

Stout stood over him, looking down at him as he lay in the sand. She could see him grinning. Of course he wasn’t hurt. While a normal pony might have suffered grievous injuries, including two broken front legs and maybe a shattered spine from moving at that speed, Sideralis was almost impervious to these sorts of impacts.

“Hi.” Stout lowered her head and pressed her muzzle into Sideralis, going for a kiss. She pressed her advantage and her curious, probing tongue slipped past her own lips, crept through Sideralis’ cautious lips, and then found Sideralis’ tongue. She brushed the tip of her own tongue against his, feeling the bumpy texture, and then explored the roof of his mouth as her lips worked against his.

She pulled away with a wet slurp and sucked her tongue back into her mouth. Stout gave Sideralis a smoking come hither stare. “I’ll try not to run away this time… Sid, honey, you’re supposed to make a mare feel good, not give her a tickle.”

Snorting, Sideralis rolled over, whinnied, and then gave himself a powerful shake, sending seawater and sand flying as Stout ran away, shielding herself with her wings. He flicked his tail, trying to get sand out of it, and for a moment, Sideralis felt light—impossibly light, almost as if he would drift away like a balloon if the breeze blew too hard right now.

Feeling light, almost airy, Sideralis moved with surprising speed towards Stout, hoping to catch her before she ran away. She was still laughing, and Sideralis took delight in the sound. He was on her in a second, almost leaping upon her back, and this time he curled a foreleg around her front. He hoped there would be no getting away this time.

He could feel her back against his belly, she was both soft and hard, parts of her were soft, pure velvet, and other parts of her were steel. He let out a needy equine bellow as he wiggled on top of her, trying to find his way inside, probing at her secret places. He felt Stout buck beneath him, he bounced, and then much to his surprise, he could feel himself poking against something as hot as lava and as wet as the ocean.

Letting out a triumphant whinny, Sideralis pushed his way inside, and could feel Stout stretching all around him as he shoved his way in, seeking out her innermost, moist depths. She was still laughing, wiggling, and making a halfhearted attempt to get free so she could escape.

By the third hard thrust, Stout was no longer laughing, but letting out pleased, encouraging whimpers and she gave up on her plan of escape. Her front legs folded and her barrel rested against the wet sand, while her rump remained up into the air, creating a better angle of entry for Sideralis, and a far more pleasurable angle for her. Each thrust of Sideralis’ cock caused the base to slide along her winking, pulsating clitoris, which lapped at Sideralis’ length like the tongue of a hungry little kitten with a craving for milk.

Each crash of Sideralis’ pelvis drove Stout down into the sand, and the sound had a surreal, strange sound of metal clanking, almost like two dumpsters being smashed together. Sideralis moved like a pneumatic piledriver, each thrust moving with perfect mechanical precision.

Sideralis was getting into it now, finding his rhythm, and enjoying himself a great deal. He wondered how long he could keep doing this—this felt far too good to stop any time soon. He had an almost full reading on his energy meter. He squeezed his forelegs against Stout’s hips and let himself go, moving with unnatural speed and stamina, pistoning in and out of Stout, generating levels of friction that normal ponies would combust from, causing them to smoke during and after sex.

Just as he was getting settled in to do this all night, his ears perked as he heard a distant voice exclaim, “OH YES! PHENOMENAL, ENDLESS POWER, IT IS MINE! I THINK I’M ASCENDING! WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME… POWER! SO MUCH POWER!”

“Damnit, Chrysalis, don’t make this creepy!” both Sideralis and Stout shouted as Sideralis continued his hyper-humping.

Closing his eyes, Sideralis hoped his mother wasn’t watching somehow through the moon and he kept going, finding it impossible to stop. Breeding protocols had been engaged and there was no off switch.

Author's Notes:

Good night!