I lied about the clop not being here.

Was not gonna get the entire monolith of a chapter out before Christmas.

So, merry early Christmas to you all!

The next morning in Thestralshire crept in with all but a peep, as Fredrick slept through any first rays of light that happened through the peak-less mountain. His earlier rise during the night assured that he slept as well as Stella normally did.

Darkness was gradually overtaken by its arch nemesis, but only so much as allowed by the natural, thick cloud layer. Fred’s eyes fluttered, and the dimness of the room, combined with what little light entered from outside, left him to believe that it was still early morning… but a narrowed glance towards the wall which played host to the clock contradicted this assessment quite profoundly, when the hands read ‘11:34.’

His groggy gaze—with the rest of his body still bundled snuggly under the weight of two comforters on Stella’s bed—shifted back towards the window. Rain diligently continued to pour outside, though at a more modest precipitation than last night. No lightning was present—just a rainstorm for the ages.

He never got wake-up calls like these very often in California, that was for sure.

The rain continued to patter against the roof of the Sabre household, and with nothing pressing in the morning and early noon despite Stella’s and Sveta’s assurances of an ‘exciting day,’ Fredrick was more than content to go back to sleeping in his little warren.

He took a deep breath, breathing in the soft smell of fresh linens and his sleeping partners light, early-morning sweet musk, and allowed his eyes to close once more.

However, there were some first things to do, first.

Stella lay right next to him, curled up into a Scottish, thestral ball of hate and perpetual inebriation under the covers. She faced Fredrick directly and, with her mouth ever so slightly slack with the tiniest of rhythmic snores emanating from within…

…well, even in this fatigued state, Fredrick wished his phone camera was nearby. Her morning breath had a hint of Thestral Crème on it.

The aforementioned ‘first thing’ to do was to scoot himself closer to his marefriend. A dopey, tired smile was brought to Fred’s face at the sight, and he wasted little time in rectifying the gross error of distance while they were asleep.

Fredrick took Stella into his arms, pulling her body against his just so he could feel closer to her… but more importantly, to siphon off her heat so he could be just that extra roasty-toasty.

Now, Fredrick was never one to fawn over the cutsey things in life. Cat videos and the like just never did it for him…

…but when Stella mindlessly, and in her sleep, shifted so she could latch onto Fred's neck and pull herself closer… well, it just wasn’t possible to keep his heart from melting.

And as Stella murmured and cuddled into his embrace, Fredrick internally remarked how, even while sleeping, she looked positively gorgeous.

Sexy, even.

The way her bra hugged her chest, along with the position of her biceps which squeezed her bosom invitingly… it was a perfect compliment to that smooth face of hers and that toned tummy. And in the end, he couldn’t help himself.

Fredrick slid a hand around and between the two of them and placed his palm against her hot tummy, feeling the relaxed muscle beneath. He drew two fingers up her side, then circled her cute little navel, and furthered their trek upwards.

Stella sighed out in her sleep, but ever so slightly stirred at the admittedly nice contact.

Fredrick began to wake up more and more as his actions had the intended reaction from his barely-sleeping marefriend. A lightness in his stomach grew that much more prominent as he decided to test his luck even further.

He traced his fingers downward, below her navel and stopped right at the hem of her panties. Fredrick gathered his initiative for a brief moment and—after tugging at said hem to gauge the elasticity—nestled his hand into their embrace.

He was instantly in contact with Stella’s most sensitive area—her lean, taut lower abdomen was the catalyst for a massive egress of blood flow down to his own nether regions. His sweatpants did little to hide this fact, but Fredrick wasn’t particularly concerned about this.

He was much more concerned with waking up Stella in the best way possible. So, he ventured just a smidge lower, and the tips of his fingers brushed against her delicate lower lips.

Fredrick grinned as he finally met his prize, and he traced the tip of his middle finger from end to end of her tight slit. He drew a straight line from just below her clit that he knew was begging to be stimulated, down to the base.

Stella murmured in her sleep, and her once-delicate, rhythmic breathing became labored and heavy.

And to be fair, so did Fred’s.

Before long as he continued his probing, delicate ministrations, his middle finger gradually became damp… and then wet, and eventually slick. Stella’s shuddering as her eyes fluttered corroborated that she was definitely enjoying this… and Fredrick silently wondered how this tiny onset of pleasure was manifesting itself in her dreams.

Fredrick lined his middle and ring finger up with her slit, and gingerly spread her lips. Her dampness had quickly spread over her entire mound, and soon enough, half of his fingers were properly lubricated in Stella’s nectar.

“Mhn… F-Fred?” Stella murmured as she stirred fully, sleep still hung heavy on her eyelids. She turned her head up to look at the human whom she was holding close…

…but was instantly woken up when she distinctly felt a familiar set of fingers hilt themselves inside her.

“Ahhh!... Mmmm…” she softly moaned at the partial fullness.

“Good morning, Stel’,” Fredrick’s own teasing voice greeted back.

Stella bit her lip at the unexpected, but most welcome intrusion into her most vulnerable depths. She the altered her position so she was laying atop of Fredrick with her butt nestled tightly between his legs, allowing him full access to her.

And without any beckoning from the human, she spread her legs wide over his.

She then glanced up at him over her shoulder and smiled brightly—her eyes practically radiated happiness at this sudden, surprise molestation.

“Mmm… this is a good morning…” Stella teased, gyrating her hips to let her coltfriend’s fingers feel more at home within her. At the same time, she made sure to press her ass directly into his diamond-hard dick.

Fredrick then graced that one special, sensitive spot inside her, and the batpony involuntarily let herself groan out a tad too loud.

“Shh-shh-shhh…” Fredrick cooed into her ear with a giggle. “Look at the time, everyone’s awake,” he warned.

Stella pursed her lips to prevent another groan from flying out of her mouth when Fredrick curled his fingers upward, pressing them against her upper wall.

She leaned her head back and pressed her muzzle into Fredrick’s neck, breathing heavily and nipping at his sensitive skin—the human continued to (infuriatingly slowly) piston his fingers into her wholly aroused flower.

She shuddered harshly at the feeling, and her heavy breathing mixed with her involuntary reaction to produce an incredibly sexy whine that Fredrick would beg to hear again and again.

“Ahhh~… Mmmm… you’re makin’ that really fuckin’ hard right now… What’s the occasion?”

Fredrick smirked, and by reflex, pressed his crotch further into Stella’s naked ass to get in on some measure of the action. This only spurred him on further, and Fredrick ceased his ministrations momentarily to spread his fingers apart with in her. Thus, he opened her up to the room and an audience of nopony, but the stretching on either side of her walls forced Stella to bite her tongue lest she emit a less-than dignified groan out for anypony to investigate.

From how his fingers felt at the sudden exposure to room-temperature air, he realized how drenched his digits were.

Fredrick took the tip of Stella’s ear into his mouth and nibbled down on its fluffy point. Such an action—to his surprise—garnered a hitch in the mare’s throat.

“No occasion… just tryin’ to be a bit more spontaneous, I guess,” he said. But then promptly re-inserted his fingers into her… that is, with a third finger in the form of his ring finger in-line. He purposefully stretched Stella out and the reaction was immediate.

“Gaaahhh~!” Stella moaned at the combination of mild pain overshadowed by a much more powerful rush of pleasure to her core.

Fredrick also decided to add an extra layer of truth to it, considering how receptive Stella was being to his sudden advances:

“Plus, I’ve got a hot-ass marefriend. Might as well take advantage of that,” he said while spreading his three fingers apart ever so slightly.

Stella’s mouth had fallen open with a subtle ‘o’ in her lips, and her eyes had already fluttered shut under Fredrick’s no-way-unwelcome touch. Her own hands gripped his bare legs with a strength reserved for when she would refuse to let him out of her sight… but being in the throes of just enough pleasure to drench herself (though not enough to get her off) instinctively moved her hands towards her two breasts.

“Aye?” she questioned with a sultry whine. “And ye like stretchin’ me pussy like that, huh?”

Fredrick also relished in the moment and closed his eyes. He continued to consciously breathe heavily onto Stella’s ear, which served to amplify her feelings as well as allow him to keep whispering sexy nothings to her.

He softly replied:

“Yeah… and I also realized you’ve been doing all the work with things like this. I need to enjoy my toys more often…” he followed up.

However, Fredrick replayed that last line he uttered to her over and over again in his head. And he wanted to shoot himself for how retardedly corny that sounded… but it was the best he could come up with at the spur of the moment!

The instantaneous rationalizing between different parts of his brain was interrupted when Stella giggled most-girly-like, then bit her lip and breathily groaned out.

“Yer ‘toy,’ aye? Bet you’ve been wantin’ me as yer little toy since you knew me, hmm?” Stella jabbed right back, rolling her hips all the while into Fredrick’s fingers to aid in taking them as deep as she could.

Stella’s arousal exponentiated with each hot breath Fredrick breathed into her ear, and every word that he spoke in tandem with his digits. To her, whether this was a spur-of-the-moment incident or something new to come, she was not complaining in the slightest about this somewhat-more-assertive Fredrick in bed. Being woken up with fingers inside her had been a vanilla fantasy of hers for a long time that Fredrick had unwittingly fulfilled.

As a result, the lightness in anticipation and girly giddiness had pushed Stella to the precipice of bursting… hard. If Fredrick were to suddenly fingerblast her, she would cum explosively.

Thankfully, her genuine, meaningful ruse had its intended effect as Fredrick, as he opted to continue their banter rather than go to town on her love-tunnel.

Back in reality, Fredrick’s breathing rate had increased, and Stella’s words only served to make his cramped dick smashed up against her backside impossibly harder.

“Uh huh… ever since I saw you outta your armor,” he recalled, opting to just rub Stella’s delicate, throbbing flower at the moment and earning some appreciative humming from her.

“…and I never told you how many times I whacked off to just the thought of you in those fuckin’ V-necks of yours, shit…”

It was an odd feeling of bearing some of his more private moments with himself, but Fredrick felt conflicted in the sense that in the moment, it also felt right.

Stella, for the record, seemed to agree fully with a deep, guttural, lust-driven chuckle.

“Oooh~, aye?” she asked, and then promptly begged to know: “And in me bikini too?”

Fredrick nibbled on her ear again and tugged it back towards him while simultaneously dipping his middle finger into her hot depths.

“Especially in your bikini… when you’re pretty much thrusting your tits in my face and your ass on my dick.”

Stella smirked, biting her lip.

“Was just waitin' fer you tae grow some balls and nail me against the fuckin' wall…”

Fredrick, with an agonizingly slow movement, pistoned his two fingers in and out of her. Stella's sheets were already beyond ruined at this point. The perimeter of his mouth hurt with how much he was smiling… and with a surging confidence, he tried his luck with words once again:

“Well, if I knew you were begging to get fucked like some needy slut I'd've bent you over my bed ages ago!”

That did it for Stella, and with wide, dilated pupils and a carnal snarl, she yanked Fredrick's hands out of her and turned herself around so she could have access to Fred's boxers.

“Fuck this, come on, mate…” she resigned, feeding Fredrick's diamond dick through the hole in his boxers. It throbbed as hard as her own slit and was standing ready for her to do as she would.

She ripped her bra off and straddled Fred's waist, much to his abject, pleasant shock.

“Fuck me. Come on… Nice, hard, and quick! Just fer the ‘needy slut’ I am,” she demanded, taking all the liberties in lining herself up.

Fredrick was paralyzed for a moment, and Stella roused his attention back into reality when she gyrated her hips in circles, and the head of Fred’s cock had barely penetrated her. He slid his hands up her toned quads and her waist as he did a quick sweep of her entire body while Stella awaited a response.

Her powerful legs held him dutifully in place, while her heavy breathing drew particular attention to her toned, clenched abs under her coat, erotically surrounding that little navel of hers. Between her legs rested her mound, and the very bottoms of her lower lips that were engulfing the tip of his dick just begging to be ravaged. Stella’s chest heaved with every breath she took… her full breasts, always more than a handful, hung above Fred’s face like the most succulent of fruits just waiting to be picked, with pert nipples demanding to be suckled.

Her lean, muscular arms pinned his upper body to her bed, and finally, Fred’s eyes locked with those of Stella’s… few times in his life had he been just as aroused as he was now, merely by gazing beyond the glinting surface of those predatorial orbs of hers.

Stella, wordlessly, did well to remind Fredrick that he was no longer in charge.

“…your family is out there probably awake,” Fredrick attempted one more chance at reason to convince himself and her that this was probably not the keenest of ideas.

And as expected, his words fell on deaf ears with the effectiveness of a single raindrop in an ocean of lust.

She hissed:

“I dunnae give a fuck if the princesses themselves hear!”

Stella lowered herself until her butt pressed flush against Fredrick’s lower abs, hilting him entirely into her molten depths. Both inhaled deeply at the sudden feeling of being connected so closely… so naughtily. Their heartbeats quickly found synchronization in their loins, where Fredrick’s dick could feel each and every beat from her walls, while Stella once again found favor in just how perfectly Fredrick could fill her.

Fredrick could not afford to close his eyes and not bear complete witness to the goddess above him, but Stella did not have that luxury. Her eyes fluttered closed once they were joined together, but only just now did they open back up and reveal the deep-seeded amore that Fredrick found so intoxicating.

He let his head fall against the pillow at the feeling of being completely enveloped.

“Oh fuck…” he murmured.

Stella was not in any better straits, and her mouth hung ajar as she adjusted herself to dick rather than fingers.

“Mhmmm~,” she groaned in return, and without any grand commencement, she began rocking her hips into him.

Fredrick felt his dick venture deeper into her on every stroke forward… but this was eventually replaced when Stella found her rhythm.

The thestral mare revealed those dilated, golden pools of predatorial lust and honed in on Fredrick’s own eyes… she wordlessly conveyed her true desires that she she was only able to touch on with her spoken words.

She would have her satisfaction.

They both would.

Stella shifted her hands to his shoulders, gripped him tightly enough where Fredrick felt she would leave bruises, and began bouncing on his cock.

“Fuck…. Ah~... fuck… fuck…” she huffed out on every single, rhythmic downstroke.

Fredrick, likewise, was drowning more and more in a sea of pleasure, and he emitted a teeny groan in tandem with Stella, though by virtue of volume, he was much more concerned with drawing unneeded attention to their actions.

“Oh god… Stella try to keep it down…” he cautioned with a less-than-convincing moan.

Both of his hands held Stella squarely by her hips, though he was halfway enticed to latch onto those tits of hers… breasts that were bouncing and rolling hypnotically with every single plunge downward.

Stella’s own whining never ceased, and she was pulling exactly zero punches in an effort to bring both of them to release, as she applied no other technique to her sexual trade. She only tightened her grip on Fredrick’s shoulders and stared straight into his eyes while her mouth hung open.

“Dun’ worry, love… mmm! Fuck yeah… we won’t be here long,”

In an effort to finish the both of them off as quickly as possible, Fredrick bucked his hips upward every time Stella brought herself down from the top of her bounce.

“Ahh… goddamnit it's gonna be quicker for me if you keep rocking like that, Stel’,” Fred was able to breathe out.

Stella bit her lip and concentrated her entire effort into her lower half, swivelling her hips as she impaled herself like she was some exotic dancer.

“Aye?” she ventured. “You like when I rock me hips like this, huh?”

Fredrick nodded with his own look of pent-up, borderline aggressive arousal.

“Yeah…” he groaned, then pushed his dick straight up into her as she came down, making her take his entire length and then some. “‘Bout time you’re on top, too!” he couldn’t resist.

Stella barely caught the moan in her throat that threatened to blurt out once Fredrick damn near tried to kiss her cervix—he’d never get there, but the thought for her was erotic beyond her wildest imaginations.

She did, however, manage to laugh pitifully in an attempt to mask another whine of ecstacy.

“Hah! Ya only like me on top so ye can watch me tits bounce as I bounce...” she retaliated by swallowing Fredrick’s dick whole whens he pressed her ass down flush against him. “...on this fuckin’ hard cock!”

Fred nearly lost himself to the throes of a premature orgasm with Stella’s surprise, but he had enough sense to take the implicit invitation and suddenly slide his hands up her body… and grab two complete handfuls of her bouncing breasts.

"Guilty as charged!"

He squeezed them nice and tightly, digging his fingers into the soft, yet firm flesh while letting her hardened, aching nipples poke through between his digits.

And he also gave those a hard pinch.

Her jaw clenched shut, as did her eyes as she went ramrod.

“FUCK I’m cumming!” Stella hissed out so pointedly with little care and restraint, and the sudden vice-like constriction around his cock soon found Fredrick shooting his seed deep up and into Stella’s needy depths much unexpectedly.

But then again, she did have that power over him.

Both snarled at the sudden, shared orgasm, and the two twitched and wrung each other out with three sharp, residual thrusts into one another. And then the deep, heavy breathing took over. The two hyperventilated to each other, basking in the afterglow of their near-noon quickie. Gone was the cool atmosphere of a Thestralshire morning, instead replaced by a heavy, humid air in Stella’s sealed room that held a distinct odor of sex.

Stella was the first to garner enough strength to speak. Her bangs had matted to her forehead and she brushed them out of her vision to gaze down at Fredrick—she was more than keen to keep Fredrick’s softening dick inside her, rather than uncork his little ‘tribute’ right now.

“Fuuuck~ me fud’s sore… god can ye wake me up like that… hah… every day, love?” she almost pleaded.

Fredrick continued catching his breath before his response came.

“May… heh… may have to get creative or it’ll get boring…”

Stella giggled that special giggle reserved after being ravished just right.

“Hehe, well, I fer one—”

Stella’s door creaked open, garnering both sets of attention at an instant with equally wide eyes.

Vona, dressed casually in a thin, turquoise, long-sleeved shirt and pants, stood completely deadpan in the hallway with a stack of folded clothes in her arms.

She rolled her eyes.

“Oh fer fuck’s sake ye two... don’t ya have better times tae dig the fuckin’ well, mates? It’s fuckin’ noon!” she complained, entering into Stella’s abode as if she were just scolding a naughty child.

And totally not like Stella was naked atop of Fredrick with his dick still lodged inside her. Both sets of eyes remained wide and trained, horrified, on Vona as she set the aforementioned folded garments on Stella’s dresser.

She sniffed, flaring her nostrils.

“And at least open a goddamn window!” she continued to whinge, nearly bounding for the only small window in Stella’s room and throwing it open. Cool, rainy air rushed in and chilled the intimate lovers to the bone with immediate goosebumps.

“Smells like fuckin'… day-old fud an’ poor life choices in here!” the older, wiser, flatter-chested version of Stella kept on ranting.

Finally, Stella had overcome her shock enough to seethe out:

“Mum… can ye please get the fuck out of me room?!”

Vona turned on her heels to Stella and regarded her with wide, scolding eyes and an inherited, snaggle-fanged frown. And—in another bout of brazenness that would ensure death to anypony but Schiavona herself—the older mare then gripped Stella by her ear and yanked her entire upper body back.

Stella yelped most-undignified.

“How about ya don't fuckin’ talk tae me like that in front of dear Fredrick, ye disrespectful failure of an abortion… I’ll flagellate ye with me fuckin’ tail!” she declared with a pointed index finger into Stella's pained face.

Fredrick had never seen Stella lower herself and shy away from confrontation. Ever.

There was a first time for everything.

Furthermore, that lone act had allowed his now-flaccid dick to remove itself from Stella and plop to the side like a discarded, poorly made sausage.

Vona’s natural expression bounced back and her motherly tone returned as she brought Stella’s cheek in for an exaggerated, torturous kiss. She then released her.

“MWAH! I washed yer favorite shirts! Makin’ yer favorite cookies tonight, too! There's an entire batch just fer you, love!”

“Mum…” Stella quietly (yet respectfully) simmered.

Fredrick had absolutely no words, and Vona took every advantage to seize upon it in order to satisfy her curiosity.

She gazed at what had finally slipped out of Stella’s nethers. Her expression again morphed… this time into one of genuine, unexpected surprise.

“Huh… well caress me cunt an’ call me Cadence… so that’s what it looks like…” she spoke, impressed. “Good on ye, Stel’!”

She bobbed her head, still impressed, and moved to exit, but all parties found an interested Sveta peeking in from just around the door frame.

“Ooh! Can I see?!”

Stella, however, had zero qualms with addressing her in her usual fashion.

“Nah, but ye can go hang yerself with yer fuckin’ tampon… get the fuck outta me room!”

Sveta, naturally, was not going to take that lying down… and Fredrick remained silent and caught in the middle as Vona made her exit as casually as she entered with a simple wave and a sing-song:

“See ya later, masturbators!”

Sveta cut in:

“Fuuuuck off, Stella! I’m not the one who mounted the fuckin’ cock carousel at midday without a fuckin’ gag soundin’ like a four-bit nightwalker, you cunt!” Sveta shot back.

“At least I have a cock carousel tae mount, unlike you an’ yer derelict fuckin’ wind-cavern ye call a ‘vagina!’ Go on then!” Stella gestured harshly down the hall. “Piss off!”

Sveta skipped down the hall with a single middle finger thrust through the door.

Stella took a deep breath and recited a small mental cue to calm herself down. She then glanced down at Fredrick, who was practically petrified.

“I… am so sorry about that,” she apologized, placing a hand on his chest.

Fredrick, in turn, could only manage a sigh and a gentle shake off his head. His far off stare and smirk just bordering the fringes of laughter conveyed the ridiculousness of it all.

“You know… I’m…” Fredrick lost his words at the thought again. “I don’t even know, man. Somehow, I expected that to happen.”

Stella finally climbed off of Fredrick and lay beside him, arms folded behind her head as the two of them stared at the ceiling. They were still, respectively, stark and semi-naked, and the mare’s door remained wide open.

Neither cared at this point.

“Well I sure as shite didn’t,” Stella replied, then considered the context of what exactly just happened. “Still, pretty fuckin’ funny if I might say. At least we’ve got a story tae tell.”

Fredrick finally let himself start giggling.

“Heh, yeah. Figures, huh?”

Stella grinned evilly and waggled her digits on her right hand in front of Fredrick's face.

"More like fingers amirite, mate?"

"PFFT! Okay, that was terrible."

Stella had had enough, and bounded out of bed. Her butt played host to the tiniest wobble as she skipped excitedly over to her towel.

“Bah, in all seriousness, I’ve had worse happen! No sense in whingin’ about it. Now come on! Tonight’s gonna be the highlight of the fuckin’ week!”

Stella beamed as she wrapped her top half in her towel, and drummed her hooves excitedly on the floor.

“Sveta an’ I ‘re takin’ you to the Craterian Rain Baths!”