Author's Notes:

This chapter features M/f sex, Male Dom, BDSM, Interspecies - Yak and Pony, Exhibitionism, Consensual Rough Sex, Oral, Vaginal, Dirty, Dirty Anal with lots of Strawberry Jam and a Kitchen Table and lots of love and snuggles with a sexy MILF.

It's the morning after Corona took Tundra home. She offers to cook him breakfast, but she wasn't expecting the yak to do that with the strawberry jam!

Tundra smirked and parked up outside Corona’s house and, not even bothering to cover himself up in any way – he didn’t even take his jeans with him - the massive yak got out and walked deliberately around the truck so he could open Corona's door for her. “Lead on, sweet pony.”

“Yes sir,” after a very small pause, Corona made up her mind and she quickly got out of the passenger seat and, as she still had her dress pulled down and her breasts exposed, she was very grateful it was as dark as it was and that the foals had all gone home to their beds, though the evidence of Nightmare Night was strewn all around the road and the sidewalk. She let him in first, and she flicked on the room light, and there were two of her skimpy maid's dresses hanging from the ceiling on hangers.

Tundra marched up the garden path like he owned the whole street, he didn’t even check to see if anycreature was looking. Not that he would have cared a jot if he was being watched. They were not his concern. When he saw the dresses, he gave an appreciative whistle. “You are such a tease, Corona. Oh,” he snapped his fingers like he had just remembered something he had forgotten. “I left my jeans in the car. Get them please.”

Unable to quite mask her smirk, Corona gave Tundra a little respectful curtsey, “Yes Master,” and then she turned around and trotted right back down the garden path and out to the parked truck. While she was gone, Tundra took advantage of her absence and he went straight to Corona’s kitchen to see what there was to cook. To his very great delight, there was all manner of fresh vegetables from the market, as well as haycakes, hayburgers and fries in her cupboards. A glance around the rest of the kitchen at the clearly old and second hand – though spotlessly clean – confirmed his suspicions. “Your jeans, Master!” Corona said brightly in the door way, she had them neatly folded in her magic out of habit.

“I can work with this,” Tundra stood up straight and at seven-foot-tall he almost banged his horned head on the ceiling. In his hands he held several hayburgers, a bunch of fries and a bag of mixed vegetables, “I live in a two-room flat in the diplomatic zone on the outskirts of town. This is a nice place.”

“Thank you,” Corona turned her head away and she hugged her arms around herself, “The charity was very good to us.”

“Take off the dress, I don't want it stained,” Tundra recognised that tone in her voice and instantly he regretted being the one that put it there. Instead, he decided to distract her and cheer her up. With his body. “You have aprons?”

Immediately Corona perked up and she slipped the little black dress up and over her head, the middle-aged orange mare standing nude in her kitchen. Granted, she was almost always nude in her own house, but now she was nude in her kitchen with a massive hunky yak a few feet away! “The aprons are in that cupboard there, I'll get them.”

While she was getting the two aprons – an act that totally required Corona to bend at the waist and remain straight legged – Tundra removed the only item of clothing he still wore, his white shirt. Thankfully, as she passed him the apron, he had enough self-control to not grow hard and erect. “Aprons make best outfits.”

“Uh huh…” Corona stood frozen in place with her hand out staring at his huge muscular body and the long shaggy fur on his back for a rather long time. Way more time than was strictly polite. Rather than stop her staring though, Tundra started posing like he was trying to win first prize at a body building competition. The effect of that was that the horny unicorn drooled from both ends at the same time. “I can't believe anypony would turn you down, but I'm glad those other mares did!”

“They may have no foals,” Tundra pointed out as he got a pan on the cooker to fry the hayburgers and a pot to boil the vegetables, “If you can spit a foal out you can take me in. And we know you can take me.”

Not bothering to hide her smirk of pride, Corona got busy helping with the cooking. The fact that she was helping in her own kitchen made her snicker, for her ex-husband never set hoof in the kitchen. “Can I ask you a question?” she asked as she added oil to the hayburger pan and turned up the heat on the hob.

Tundra shot her a smile as he poured salted water over the mixed vegetables and got them boiling, “Yak best at hearing questions.”

“Do you have a lady yak back home?”

“A career in diplomacy makes for a poor home life,” Tundra’s smile grew wistful, nostalgic, “Stella and I parted on good terms as she had no wish to come south with me. I'm in no hurry to marry.”

“Good,” Corona gave him a kiss that she had to go up onto the tips of her hooves to deliver and she started frying the fries and she flipped the burgers, “Because I don't like sharing. And after everything that’s happened, I'm not bothered about marriage either.” At the point in her life she was at, she’d be happy with a reliable stallion who didn’t treat her like crap. Like Tundra. “Follow up question, have you always been into domination? I ask because you're good at it.”

“Yes,” Tundra replied with a satisfied sigh as the scents of the cooking wafted hit the back of his nose, “But Stella was also into it. Made for rough fun. When you tossed the fireballs at me, I knew you could be fun. Kicking at me just proved it.”

“Like I said, I’m a fully trained battle mage, graduated second in my class at Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns and I trained to fight.” She smiled up at him, “I wasn't always submissive like I am now, but I do enjoy being dominated by a big strong male. Like you.”

“You don't have to be submissive with me. Struggle is good for the heart. Stella and I would bite the other if one of us went too far. She did bite more often than me,” Tundra snickered as he cooked. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the slightly crestfallen look on Corona’s face. “But,” he added, “A little submission now and then can’t do any harm. And I can get used to being called Master.”

“I can do that!” Corona beamed like the sun she was named after at that, “And I don't mind showing myself off. I see you're the same.”

“In Yakyakistan, it is common practise for us to walk naked from the sauna to the lake and back. Here lake is far from sauna, but those lovely mares made me an ice water bath.”

“I do love the spa. It's mine and Sparkler’s once a week treat. Sooooo...” she sidled up and bumped him with her ass, “What else do you like, apart from smashing smoking hot mares?”

“Crossword puzzles,” Tundra replied perfectly deadpan and straight faced. He knew perfectly well what she had meant, but that didn’t stop him teasing her. Yaks were best at teasing, after all, “It helps my Equish. I enjoy swimming, but the lake here is warm. The gym,” he added with a completely absolutely necessary flex of his bicep, “But you may have guessed that one.”

Corona giggled like a giddy filly when he flexed for her, because she loved the way his muscles bulged and rippled like that. It did all manner of very right things for her, “I meant what kinky stuff do you like, but that's good to know too.”

“I know what you meant, pony,” he kissed her nose, “I don't think of nudity as kinky.” Being naked was just something he did, and why not? He had nothing to hide and everything to show off. “Taking you by force is the top end of it. You could take me by force too. I'm not good with knots, and I lack modesty. You seemed to pause getting out of the car with your breasts exposed.”

“It's Nightmare Night,” Corona replied with a loud roll of her eyes levelled straight at him, “I know it's late but there might still be foals about.” She let out a deep heartfelt sigh, “I work as a maid, Tundra. I wear those revealing dresses because my boss likes to look.”

“Your boss has good taste,” Tundra commented after a moment’s consideration. “You are worth looking at.”

“Why thank you, kind sir,” Corona smirked with a blush as she got the plates from a wall cupboard and the cutlery from a drawer now the meal was almost cooked, “Although I do wear my long coat until I get there.” She might have walked from Tundra’s truck to the house with her breasts out, but she still wasn’t all that comfortable walking through the middle of Ponyville to Filthy Rich’s mansion in just her maid’s dress. ‘Maybe with Tundra’s influence, that might change,’ she thought.

“Do you cook for him?” Tundra asked as he served up the freshly cooked hayburgers, fries and vegetables.

“No, it's just cleaning work,” Corona snorted out a laugh as she levitated the two plates of food over to the battered third hand kitchen table. “I say cleaning. What I actually do is jiggle around with a feather duster while he watches me jiggle.”

Once Tundra had filled the plates that Corona set out until they couldn’t hold another vegetable, fry or burger, the tall yak sat at the old rustic kitchen table, “Yak best at home cooked meals,” he stated without a trace of false modesty whatsoever.

Likewise, Corona sat at the table opposite her guest and before she took a bite, she took a deep sniff and savoured the aromas. Her pokey little kitchen really did smell like the hayburger joint. She wondered if the meal tasted as good as it smelled. Taking a bite of her first burger, she was pleasantly surprised! “Yaks best at making stall bought burgers taste of anything, Tundra.”

“It is good that you recognize this talent,” Tundra replied smugly as he took a rather large bite out of his burger.

Corona snickered so much that if she hadn’t swallowed she was sure she would have choked. “Would you like a cold beer to go with this wonderful meal?”

Tundra nodded as he showed no mercy in finishing off the burger he had started. “Pony best at bringing beer.”

“Pony is!” Corona gave him a wink and then she lit her horn. Concentrating on her task, she reached out with her magic and she opened the fridge, floated out two cold bottles of beer to the table and to finish she closed the fridge door, all without looking away from the table.

After she had opened the screw top bottles with her magic, Tundra took a swig. “You have family nearby?”

“No, I don't.” Corona had lifted her opened bottle to her lips but then she set it down again, her mood souring slightly, “My parents lived in Canterlot before they passed. Just me and Sparkler, now.”

Tundra considered that for a moment, specifically why his host’s mood changed. “My parents, my two sisters and my brother with their families in Yakyakistan.”

“That sounds nice,” Corona then took a long drink of her beer, longer than she usually would have, “I lost mine to the Storm King's invasion when he sent Tempest Shadow to Canterlot.” She shuddered when she recalled the memory, because sometimes when she closed her eyes it was like she was back there fighting with the rest of the battle mages and the royal guard against the brutal storm soldiers.

“They never made it to Yakyakistan,” Tundra commented with an understanding nod of his huge head. “Bugs were a problem, once upon a time, but our last real war was with ponies.”

“Now we're friends with everycreature,” Corona almost scoffed as she offered up her bottle in a salute, “Friendship is magic, at least that's what my therapist said.”

“Princess Sparkle says it often,” Tundra laughed and clinked his bottle in the salute, “May we have friendship.”

“We may, and companionship, love, and lots of hot sex,” Corona giggled softly and downed the rest of her beer, “I'm sorry, I didn't intend that to get quite so dark as it did.” And she hadn’t, the conversation had just gone that way.

“Life has not ended you, so you good!” Tundra declared after he sank his own beer, “Good food, good beer, good sex. Makes for a healthy life!”

“It's all good,” Corona smiled a genuine smile and, returning to her meal, she finished off one of her burgers and a fist sized batch of hayfries in short order. Tundra was right, she realised. Life had dealt her one shitty hand after another, but here she was, kicking, screaming and carrying on. “And now we're here together in my kitchen, so it gets better!”

Once he had finished his dinner and cleaned his plate, Tundra looked around the kitchen with an expectant look on his face like he was anticipating the four Princesses to appear out of the cabinets. “Dessert?” he asked finally when no alicorns materialised.

“Do you like chocolate ice cream?”

“I do.”

“Then I have dessert!” Corona said with a clap of her hands. Lighting her horn again, she cleared away the dinner plates into the sink before levitating out the ice cream from the freezer, one big bowl and one spoon from the wall cabinet. It was a good thing that he liked chocolate ice cream, for it was the only flavour her daughter would tolerate in the house. “I trust sharing is okay?” she asked when everything was on the table.

The wide smile on Tundra’s face spoke volumes. “Yak best at sharing!”

“I'm glad to hear it,” Corona opened up the tub and revealed that the ice cream had been removed in a distinct pattern from left to right, up and down, that she continued as she served a large amount into the bowl. Tundra noted the state of the ice cream tub with a raised eyebrow but he said nothing. Instead, he picked up the spoon when she was finished. Corona just smiled, “My daughter's OCD. Have to carry on the pattern,” she explained before putting the ice cream away in exactly the way it was in the freezer.

“You are kind to your daughter.”

“It's...been interesting,” Corona admitted with a very deep sigh, “Learning to live with each other as she's grown older. She has her routines that help with her anxiety.”

Tundra waved the spoon demonstratively around the kitchen, encompassing the house as a whole. “I see your house.” Yes, the furniture and the furnishings were not as new as they could be, yes it was clear that everything had been ‘loved’ by more than one previous owner, but everything and everywhere was also spotlessly clean. “Messy is not the word I would use. I have routines too,” he said, taking a spoon full of ice cream to his mouth, “A good chocolate.”

“Oh, trust me, this is messy. This drives Sparkler insane,” Corona pointed to one of the maid's dresses hanging from the exposed rafter beams, “She has her refuge in her room,” she said as she leant in for a kiss, “I believe I'd like to learn your routines.”

Tundra finished the kiss, using his long dextrous tongue to transfer the chocolate ice cream from his mouth to hers. Then, he took a spoonful of the ice cream and he dabbed the unicorn’s orange nose, the sides of her muzzle and finally her chin. “This national secret,” he said once he was done decorating her face, “Yak not best at spoon delivery.” He followed that up with a very active tongue to clean up the ice cream and he left the spoon in the bowl.

“Mmmmmm!” Corona giggled like a filly when she felt him lick her face clean. “I don't mind you being not best at that…” she didn’t mind at all. Once he was done licking her, she took a mouthful of ice cream, kiss delivered it, then she smeared a generous amount of the chocolate ice cream across his broad barrel like chest. “Ooops, clumsy me!” Corona gave him a wink before she very slowly dragged her tongue over his hardening nipples.

Tundra just smiled as he was adorned with the ice cream, “Nice of you to cool me down with this oppressive pony land heat.”

“My pleasure,” Corona bit her bottom lip and fanned herself with a hand. She could taste him on her tongue, his musky sweaty taste overpowered the chocolate ice cream and it was so effective her tail flagged upwards like she was in heat. “And it was a pleasure. A very…great pleasure.”

Smirking, Tundra lifted up the half empty bowl and he ‘accidentally’ dipped the tip of his horn in the cold dessert. “Oops,” he grinned a wide, wide grin, “Maybe you can clean that too?”

“Yes sir,” Corona obediently stood on her hooves, onto the very tips of her hooves, so she could reach his horn and she dragged her hot wet tongue all the way up its length from the base to the tip.

“Mmmm,” Tundra purred happily, pleased that there was another way she could pleasure him, “This is nice. Pony like her horn licked?”

Corona almost choked on the ice cream she had just licked from the huge yak’s horn, “P-Pony does like her horn licked, very much!”

Tundra loved the deep red blush that covered Corona’s cheeks. Idly he wondered if she really liked her horn licked as much as she was making out she did. Moving the bowl over to her, he decided to find out. “Show incentive to do so.”

Corona shivered nervously as she got a spoonful of the chocolate ice cream and she dripped it on her horn until she had covered the entire length. “Aaaaah!” she squealed, instantly regretting her choice now the cold was spiking directly into her head, “C-Cold!”

Wasting no time, Tundra leant forward like a predator with his prey in his sights. “I like cold…” leaving that hanging in the air, he took the whole length of her horn in his mouth and he worked his tongue over it as his lips met her forehead. Once it was clean, he suckled his way up and off of it.

The effect of the yak’s tongue on her horn was immediate.

“G-GaaaAAAAAH!” as he suckled on her horn like a new born foal at the mother’s teat, Corona lost control of her legs and she stumbled forwards into Tundra's immensely strong and powerful arms, the intense pleasure spiking directly into her brain.

Helpfully, Tundra sat Corona in his lap like she was that new born foal, “You must be cold,” he said in his deep rumbling voice, “Help me finish ice cream and I will get you warm.”

“Ye-Yes sir,” she stammered before she took the spoon in her mouth and again she made use of the kiss delivery system. “Please, lick my horn again.” There was no way in all the land that he was going to refuse such a cute request. Tundra then scooped up some ice cream with his tongue and he moved to take Corona’s horn in his mouth again, this time letting the ice cream melt as he licked before he suckles his way off. “AAaaaaAAH Fuuuuuck!” she moaned, and her horn started to let off magical sparks that grew in intensity as he sucked it.

Tundra, being a yak who had spent most of his life in Yakyakistan and very little of that time in the company of ponies, had no idea if Corona’s horn sparking like that was good or bad so he just continued what he was doing. She did seem to be into it. On his lap, Corona moaned and mewled until twenty minutes later when she eventually climaxed in a shower of magical light that lit up the whole kitchen. “Not as hot as that ball of fire,” Tundra teased, “But it was pretty.”

“W-Wow...oooh wow…” Corona slumped cross eyed and sweaty into Tundra's arms, “That was amazing!”

“Yak!” Tundra said loudly as he stood up from his chair holding the unicorn in his arms like she weighed nothing, “Is still not best at guessing directions. Bedroom?”

“Upstairs, then the third door down the hall,” Corona pointed in the general direction of the stairs.

Very carefully, like he was carrying Rutherford’s Lost Treasure, Tundra carried Corona up the stairs. On the way to the third door he passed one that was violently pink and he assumed, correctly, that was Sparkler’s room. Inside Corona’s room, he found it to his liking. Bare wooden floor, white walls and just enough furniture to be functional. He placed her gently on the bed before removing her apron and laid her down on her back. He then removed his own apron and joined her on the bed, noting that it was barely big enough for him. “I should verify this horn licking.”

“Pl-Please...” Corona looked up at Tundra and she begged with her eyes, “Master please lick my horn again.”

Without another word, Tundra straddled the unicorn and, with his erection resting on her belly, he once again took her horn into his mouth. As he moved up and down, licking and sucking and dragging his teeth over the ridges, he reflected on the way she called him ‘Master’. Just by hearing her say that word, he was hard and ready to go. He decided he liked it. To reward her, he went slow, but he was methodical as he left no bit of her horn untouched. “Oh...ooooOOOOH yeeeessss!” Corona moaned lewdly, and she had just enough mental ability about her to take hold of his member and stroke it in both hands while he sucked her horn.

If anything, that just made Tundra harder. At his full fourteen-inch length and three-and-a-half-inch girth, his member throbbed obscenely in Corona’s delicate hands. He was determined though to keep up his horn work until she said stop or pushed him off. After her second horngasm, and after she had rode out that high, she eventually – reluctantly - pushed him back. “St-Stop...too much…”

Now that she had pushed him back, Tundra took the opportunity to lay soft and delicate kisses just about everywhere on the unicorn’s orange furred body. Of course he lingered between her legs and on her D cup breasts. “Yak not always have to smash,” he said tenderly. At the last word, he adjusted his position on top of her and pushed his hips more firmly towards her. The tip of his cock pressed against her entrance for a few seconds, the pressure building, and then he slipped inside her. Corona let out a loud gasp, a moan following it as she was slowly filled. The unicorn squirmed and Tundra gripped her tighter, pulling her close as he sunk into her folds. Corona was wet enough from the teasing that he could do so without much trouble, despite his size.

It didn’t take long before the huge yak was as deep as he could go, hilted inside Corona, their crotches pressed tightly together as he held her. For a long few minutes, he didn’t move, simply enjoying the squeezing from the orange unicorn’s sex as it fluttered around his length. The unicorn breathed in and out shakily, muzzle parted slightly as she closed her green eyes.

Corona was glad she wasn’t using her magic at that moment. She couldn’t concentrate on anything except the warm length and how it completely filled her; there wasn’t enough space in her mind to do anything else but think about Tundra’s long thick cock. Above her, Tundra purred and rubbed the end of his muzzle against Corona’s nose as he made a slow, rolling thrust.

Corona arched into the yak with a loud gasp, feeling the cock pull at her walls and leaving her feel achingly empty. She didn’t have to deal with that for long because Tundra pushed back in, his mare shuddering. The unicorn clenched down again, trying to entice him to go a little faster but he didn’t, simply content to stay at his slow pace.

Tundra tightened his grip around Corona again, pushing even deeper into her on the end of the next thrust, making her squirm in the yak’s grip. Each time that she was left even slightly empty, Corona let out a small whine, making him purr until he pushed back in, feeling the tightness around his cock.

Even with the slow pace, the orange mare was beginning to pant slowly, hips squirming as she felt an orgasm begin to build inside. The rippling of her sex got a little less regular, and stronger, Tundra knowing exactly what it meant; he’d felt it often enough. He nipped at her neck and licked with his tongue. “Cum for me,” he purred.

At the same time as she heard the order, Tundra’s length inside her moved in such a way that it pressed firmly against her g-spot. Corona cried out, stiffening in the yak’s hug as she hit her peak. She quivered as her stretched out marehood mirrored the motion, seizing down on the cock filling it. Tundra purred louder as he began to cum himself, his cock jerking and pulsing inside her as pleasure filled both of them.

The feeling of the warm seed filling her didn’t make it easy to come down from her climax; the orgasm was quite prolonged, keeping her firmly milking at Tundra’s shaft for a solid half-minute. He gasped and shifted a little inside her, making Corona shudder as she sunk into a strong afterglow. “I'm happy to have picked today to walk into Trixie's Place,” he murmured, kissing gently at her muzzle before he adjusted his position and laid behind her.

“Mmmmm...I'm glad I decided to hide from Nightmare Night,” Corona replied with a warm smile as she felt his body behind her and his length still inside her. She had to admit, he made an excellent big spoon. But…while the slow sex had been nice and sweet and she had reached an orgasm, she couldn’t help but feel a little unfulfilled.

“Well, we can continue this later. I have work in the morning,” Tundra placed several soft kisses up the back of her neck, “Pleasant dreams,” he whispered in her ear, then he was asleep in under five minutes.

In the yak’s strong arms, Corona laid and stewed, wondering if he was just teasing her and if he would surprise her with a more rougher round two. After ten minutes though, all she was getting was his deep snores. “Tundra…” she said softly, but she got nothing. A little louder, she said, “Tundra,” and still she got nothing. That was when she realised he really had gone to sleep. “Hmph!” frustrated, she slipped from his arms, aimed a solid kick at his midsection, and she let him have it.

With a loud clattering banging sound, Tundra hit the floor hard and in an instant, he leapt up to his hooves and he backed up to a wall as he looked around in a mild panic to see what it was that had dumped him on the floor. He didn’t have to look very far. Corona, stood on her bed with a wide victorious smirk on her face, followed up the kick with a smoking hot fireball to his chest. “Yak’s not always have to smash, but I like it when you smash.”

In a moment, Tundra put two and two together – helped by the bruise and the fireball – and he snorted out an angry breath through his nose. “You seem sure of yourself, pony.”

About to launch a low strength flamethrower spell at him, Corona stopped herself at the last minute when she remembered that her house wasn't fire proof. Instead she used her considerable telekinetic magic to slap his face, first the left then the right cheek. “Sure enough to handle you, anyw…” Whatever she was going to say after that was lost to the ether when Tundra roared like a wild feral beast and he leapt forward over the bed, but he stopped just short of her as he wanted to see her reaction. When he charged at her, Corona fled the bed and let out a wide-eyed squeak of fear because right then he looked a lot like the Storm soldier that haunted her nightmares. When he stopped though, she quickly recovered and flicked his nose with an index finger.

“Brave pony,” even though he was genuinely impressed with her, Tundra roughly grabbed Corona around the waist and he lifted her up like she was little more than a bag of potatoes. “Yak smash!”

“AAAAAH!” Corona screamed out as she was hoisted – way too easily – off of her hooves and into the air. On pure reflex, she kicked out at any part of him she could reach, and she thumped her fists uselessly against his brick wall of a chest. Having none of that, Tundra raised her up so that her back was against the ceiling and he turned away from the bed so the empty floor was in front of him and beneath her.

Wh-Whoa...fuck...” Corona’s face paled in a 'what have I done' moment even as she made an attempt to grab at the shaggy fur at the sides of his head and tugged hard. Tundra though countered that by twisting his massive head to jab the side of his horn, not the sharp point, into her sternum in the hope that she would let go. “HHHNNG!” instantly, she released her grip, after (almost) getting the point, instead she kicked at his face but he easily pinned her thigh in place.

Being so easily, laughably overpowered, a bead of arousal dripped from her marehood and splashed on the hardwood floor.

Growling, Tundra dropped down enough to flip Corona around at the waist and then he pushed her face first up into the ceiling with one hand. Had she been wearing clothes, he was that far gone he would have ripped them from her. “Now I smash pony!”

‘YES!’ was all Corona could think to that. At last she had what she wanted. What she needed. She needed it rough. She needed him to take her, to own her, to smash her. “S-Smash me Master!” even as she said those three words, more of her arousal leaked from her and dripped from her crotch onto the bedroom floor.

With Corona held tight in his arms, Tundra danced his way to the window and he used one of his horns to rip off the curtain. Determined to teach his mare a lesson, he brought her down in a controlled fall so she landed a couple of feet from the window. One hand held her belly as the other pushed down on her upper back so that her face and her breasts were pushed against the window pane and she was on complete display. “Yak smash pony pussy!” Tundra was very aroused by this play and as such, he entered Corona’s vagina in one smooth but forceful motion.

“GAaaaAAAAH yeeeEEEEESSS!” she screamed as he entered her, roughly, right up to the hilt. Right then, with him spreading her apart, she couldn't have cared less who might or might not see her. Tartarus, he could have been breeding her in the marketplace for all she cared. That Celestia-given length and girth stretching her out was all she craved.

Likewise, Tundra cared not that it was dark outside. He kept a firm strong hand on the unicorn’s belly to pull her back as he pounded her on the down stroke, but the other hand grabbed her horn and his thumb rubbed the tip. “NaaaaaAAAH!” Corona moaned and she started to drool against the window, her tongue lolled out and her pussy leaked like a running faucet and those sparks started to shoot from her horn.

Snorting out his arousal, Tundra began flicking his fingernail against the tip of Corona’s horn as he picked up his pounding pace. The unicorn let out a series of ows that quickly became mewling whimpers. After several minutes, he was the only thing holding her up, for her legs had given way after her second climax.

Even though Corona’s muscular walls were clamping onto his thrusting cock, Tundra plowed her ever harder. He fucked her past her third orgasm and he showed no signs of stopping. He was rough. He was wild. He was damn near feral as he pounded her over and over again. The window glass rattled in the frame as she was thrust against it. After her fourth world shattering climax, Corona’s mind shorted out and she passed out a moment later, slumped in a heap up against the glass.

When he felt her body relax, Tundra roughly thrust inside her one more time and he at last let loose his orgasm. He held her there against the window until nature softened and removed his cock from her well used and gaping depths. With his hot sticky seed seeping from her stretched tunnel staining her thighs, Tundra carried her to the bed and again he took up the big spoon position. “You fought well pony,” he said with a smile and, after kissing the back of her head, he returned quickly to sleep.

~ ~ ~

The next morning, Tundra was up at six with the rising of the sun. Moments later, with the shifting of the yak’s weight on her bed, Corona woke slowly from her slumber with a deep groan. Usually it was a groan of having to wake up so early. Today though, the unicorn groaned for an entirely different reason. “Uuuuuugh... oh...” she sniffed the air and almost gagged, “Oh wow…” that was when she realised she was very sticky, very sweaty and she smelled of sex.

“I'm a gracious yak,” Tundra stated as he did his morning stretches beside the bed. He was just as sticky and sweaty as his mare was, and he had no problem whatsoever with the heavy rank smell that permeated everything in the bedroom, “Pony may cook breakfast.”

“Yes Master,” Corona threw off the duvet that covered her and the smell of bed sweat and sex damn near knocked her out. She somehow managed to stand up, though she was tottering on very shaky hooves indeed. A hand placed between her legs told her that her inner thighs were coated in dried fluids that she knew weren’t just hers.

“You are strong,” Tundra complimented his mare’s determination to stand on her own hooves after the savage pounding he had given her the night before. When she staggered out into the hall, he followed her out without getting dressed.

“Last night…” Corona placed a hand on the wall to steady herself, and the other hand on her belly. She giggled slightly when she felt her soft squishy belly and she knew that hours earlier she had been swollen and inflated with his seed. On the naked walk to the kitchen, she flagged her tail up high, rather desperate to be filled by him again. “I have no words to describe last night. Amazing doesn't do it justice.”

Following behind her, Tundra’s eyes zeroed in on Corona’s exposed ass and her goodies that lay below her raised up tail. The evidence of his having used her remained on her inner thighs and the sight gave him an immediate semi. “I hope it was not the 'last' night?”

“Oooh no,” Corona grinned over her shoulder as she reached the kitchen, “Pony gone yak. Not going back.”

As he sat himself down at the table in the same chair he had used a few hours ago the night before, Tundra laughed out loud, for he had never heard that expression before. “Pony best at making play on words.”

At the battered old cooker, Corona snickered as she turned on the hob plates. She knew it took a few moments to properly warm up and to start working properly. “Will my big strong yak have pancakes?”

“Hoof high stack with jelly, please.” Tundra demonstrated just how high he wanted that stack by holding his hand roughly a foot in the air above the level of the table.

“Coming right up, Master,” lighting her horn, Corona used her magic to get the ingredients into the waiting pan. Walking around the kitchen was too much effort when one could simply levitate the milk, flour and eggs over to her. “When do you have to be at work?” she asked as she mixed up the batter and the pan warmed up.

“Eight a.m., you?”

“I don't have to go in today,” Corona replied as she poured some of the freshly mixed batter into the pan, “Filthy Rich gave me the day off.”

Tundra smiled and nodded, then a thought occurred to him. “When do you think your daughter will be home?” he asked, never once taking his eyes off of his mare’s shapely rear end. He did appreciate the way her tail flagged like it did. “I’m not sure if you want her to see me like this.”

“Um...honestly I don't know,” Corona giggled as she flipped the three pancakes she had just made and then she cooked some more. “I expect she'll be home at some point, she'll need clean clothes. And you're probably right. There's only so much her OCD can take.” Although, she had to admit, the thought of being walked in on was a rather amusing one.

Thinking exactly the same thing, Tundra’s smile widened very broadly. “So you have said.”

A moment later, and Corona floated over a stack of the freshly cooked pancakes and a pot of strawberry jelly which she had taken from a wall cupboard as well as a knife and fork from the cutlery drawer. “Breakfast is served!”

Tundra prepped his pancakes with a generous amount of the strawberry jelly, but he waited to eat until his stack was as high as he wanted and until his mare was able to join him. Fortunately, for his belly, when she had done a few for herself, Corona sat with him at the table. Then, and only then, did he take a bite. He wasn’t disappointed. “You cook well. I'm pleased.”

“Thank you, Master.” Corona genuinely perked up and she glowed at the praise. Smiling a very wide smile indeed, she doused her pancakes in what was left of the strawberry jelly. It was so refreshing to just cook and have it appreciated rather than have Sparkler hover over her making sure she was doing it just so. “Do you have plans for later?”

“I was thinking of going to the movies tonight,” Tundra commented thickly around the pancakes he was busy chewing, “Do you like movies?”

“I do,” Corona lifted up a more delicate forkful of her breakfast to her mouth, “There's a new movie out about an ice queen and a frozen kingdom? Chilled, I think it’s called? Sparkler’s been on about it for the past few months, telling me how good it will be and dropping hints she wants to go see it.”

“Ah, that one. Should we make it a family affair? Chance to introduce me.”

“I think that's a good idea,” Corona smiled at the idea and she ate the rest of her pancake, while at the same time she used her magic to get the coffee started. After what she had done last night, she needed a very cold hose to the face, but she supposed coffee would suffice. “You know...” she started somewhat hesitantly, “I know you said I don't have to be submissive with you, but I would like to wear a collar in your colours, if you don’t mind.”

Considering that for a moment, Tundra decided he didn’t mind it at all. “Tan looks good on anypony,” he chuckled and he got busy demolishing his breakfast. A quick glance down at his hardening member told him it thought it was a good idea too.

“Yes it does,” Corona got to eating her breakfast, though she wore a distinct red blush all over her cheeks that remained there even after she levitated over the two mugs of coffee when the machine was done.

Opposite her, Tundra was too busy with eating his massive stack of pancakes and drinking his fresh hot coffee to offer much in the way of conversation. When they were both done, and the empty plates were left on the table, the yak placed his hand on Corona’s before she could clean them away. “So,” he said, looking her straight in the eyes, “What do you think of anal?”

Corona was very thankful she had drank the last of her coffee, else it would have ended up all over her lover. “I like it,” she admitted as a fresh blush coloured her orange cheeks a dark crimson. “Like, I really like it. Even more than vaginal, I mean, and I love that. I thought you were going to go there back at Trixie's Place when you licked my tailhole on the bed.”

“I wasn't sure,” Tundra conceded, “And once you go there you do have to shower before taking on a second hole.” As he said that, he swept the two empty coffee cups to the edge of the table and he moved the two plates next to each other. While they were mostly empty of pancakes, they were still covered in strawberry jelly. “I do like to ask first.” He stated as he grabbed the back of Corona's slender neck in his shovel like hand and he bent her over the table so that her breasts pressed against the plates, the jelly smearing messily into her fur. “Do you say yes?”

“Yes!” Corona cried out almost before he had done asking for permission. She shook her round ass invitingly and then she lifted up her tail as high as it would possibly go, sending her needy scent around the kitchen like she was the worst kind of slut walking the earth. “Yes! I say yes!” Just the mere thought of him fucking her again, let alone in her ass, made her pussy instantly wet to the point it leaked down her already heavily stained inner thighs.

Behind her, Tundra, who was fully erect and ready to go, thanks to the slutty display before him, took a handful of strawberry jelly and spread it liberally around and in her tailhole. Then, with the same hand, he scooped up more and smeared it on his shaft. Then, he probed her sphincter with his thumb to make sure she was ready. It gave way with a welcoming squelch. “So tight.”

Corona took the yak’s thumb without any bother. The only sign that her well-trained asshole had been penetrated at all was a soft little grunt of satisfaction from the slutty submissive unicorn. Dear Celestia, she had missed that feeling! “I have a feeling I won't be quite so tight after this,” she reached back with both hands and held her ass cheeks apart, “Master.”

The way she said that last word made Tundra’s cock react like it had a mind of its own, as if it was drawn magnetically to the open inviting hole. Lining himself up, he entered her in one smooth but very firm motion. When her hands slipped from her ass, he held them both behind her back with his right hand and the other gripped her neck, pinning her to the table.

Tundra finally stopped with just half of his huge cock in his mare’s asshole. He loved the screams and moans she was making as he spread and stretched her back door open, almost as much as he loved the way the formerly tight hole gripped his length like it did. Gripping her wrists and her neck firmly, reinforcing his dominance over her, he proceeded to fuck his slut’s hole.

As he fucked her ass, Corona begged him to go harder, to go faster. He obliged her, only too readily. He cared not for her pleasure. This was for him. He took her at the pace he chose, used her as he saw fit. She had declared she was his, and he took her like she belonged to him. He was pleased that, for her part, she took his cock like the champ she obviously was.

It wasn’t long though, unfortunately, that Tundra, with one last savage thrust into her back door, reached his climax. With a loud snorting grunt, he emptied his balls deep into her bowels. Underneath him, Corona was quite a mess when he came in her, filling her up. When he withdrew, without any warning, her asshole gaped open and his hot seed seeped down her thighs.

Tundra wasn’t finished though. When he pulled out, he was still ejaculating. He sprayed his prodigious load over her back and into her mane. Then, he rolled her onto her back on the table and, with semen still dripping from his member, he wiped himself off on her belly, her face and her mane, leaving a little semen and a lot of strawberry jelly in his wake.

Once he was done decorating his mare, and she was covered in jelly and semen, and smelled of jizz, sex and her own ass, Tundra lifted her from the table, kissed her lips and then set her back in her chair. “You can wait there for a long while. I'll be by at six to pick you up for the movie.” He kissed her again and patted her head for doing such a good job in pleasuring him. “I'm going to use your shower and dress for work.”

In a bit of a daze, Corona was only too happy to sit where he left her, “Y-Yes Master…” she whimpered softly, though he was already up the stairs. She couldn’t get up if she wanted to, because she couldn’t feel her legs. Even if she could get up, she wouldn’t have. She was a good slut and she did as she was told.

Tundra didn’t take very long in the shower. Just long enough to get the evidence of what he had done with his mare off of his body. He knew he had to be out of the house by seven fifteen as he needed to put on something a bit more formal for work. On the way out he stopped by Corona, who was still obediently sat where he had left her, and he gave her another kiss. At the door, he said, “My office is in the School of Friendship Administration Building.”

Almost as soon as he was gone and she was alone, Corona rested her weary cum stained head on the table and took the chance to get a quick nap. “I just need a few minutes…” she muttered to herself as her world went dark with the closing of her eyes. Besides, Sparkler wouldn't be back yet...

Roughly thirty minutes later, Sparkler walked up to her house and she entered by the front door and, unsure if her mother would be awake yet, she made up her mind to go to the fridge and help herself to a granola bar for a morning snack. What she saw, when she walked into the kitchen, made her drop her plastic Daybreaker sword in shock. “What the Tartarus!”

At the loud yell, Corona jerked herself awake. Thanks to the dried semen and the jelly, her mane was stuck out at all angles like she was a popstar from thirty years ago and she literally reeked of sex, sweat and fluids – not all of them her own – and she was covered in the same. Blinking her eyes, she focused on her daughter in her Daybreaker costume from the night before. “H-He-Hey sweetie...”

“What?” Sparkler gestured at the jelly covered table, her eye starting to twitch, “You?” she gestured at the appalling state that was her mother and her eye twitched again, “How?”

Corona was too weary headed to catch the twitching of her daughter’s eye that signalled her OCD was about to blow into overdrive. She blinked once, twice, three times, then she looked down at the table and at herself. “Wow, we really made a mess,” she looked at Sparkler, specifically at the outraged look on Sparkler and the vein throbbing in her forehead, “I got lucky at Trixie's last night.”

“I eat at that table!” Sparkler yelled and she stamped her hoof into the floor, unable to believe the incredibly lewd display in front of her. Her mother naked she could deal with, but looking every bit the town cum dump was new. And she didn’t do new. At least, not until last night. “I would...” she panted hard, “I would...” It was then that she remembered what she did with Stonecutter in her pet's kitchen and she calmed drastically, “Not be asked to clean it up!”

Corona tried to stand up but as her legs were still somewhat uncooperative, she stumbled back into the messy chair with a loud squelch of the jelly under her ass that made Sparkler look away with a blush, “Don't worry. I'll clean it up. After I clean myself up,” she giggled, “His name is Tundra, and he's a big strong yak.”

“Yak?” that made Sparkler’s eye twitch again. “Yak. You and a yak. Okay, I know a few at school, but, are you okay?”

“Oooooh sweetheart,” Corona propped her head up on her hands, her elbows on the table in a way that she knew irked her daughter all the more, “Trust me, I'm more than okay. I needed this so much.” The older mare then grinned and she decided to have some fun now she was fully awake, “He's really sweet, when he isn't smashing my pony pussy and pony ass.”

Sparkler snorted in outrage, “You...I'm not hugging you!” then, when she caught the playful teasing wink her mother shot her way, she dissolved into a fit of giggles and finally she got her granola bar from the fridge. Thankfully the fridge didn’t look like the table. “I love you mom. Me and Stoney had a nice night too. I have to get my books and my school uniform.”

“See, everything else is in its place, just how you like it.” Corona snickered, for a new way to torture her child had presented itself. “So...what did you two get up to? I need all the details, in minute detail, if you please.”

Sparkler placed her best deadpan expression on her face and she pointed a finger at her mother. “We had sex in more than one way. Your imagination can work on that. She isn't as loud as you either.” With that, Sparkler allowed her mother to mull that over as she turned on her hoof and walked up the stairs to get changed into something more decent than her Daybreaker costume and to get her textbooks.

Corona’s gleeful laughter followed Sparkler up the stairs. When she heard the bedroom door slam closed, Corona sighed and heaved herself up, very, very grateful that her daughter wasn’t present to see the wad of semen trickle down her legs. Still, now she was able to stand, she was at last able to clear the table of the plates and coffee cups. Once that was done, she decided it really was time to clean herself up. Carefully, she walked up the stairs. “Going for a shower!”

From her room, Sparkler called out, “Clean that tub when you're done!”

“Yes ma'am!” Corona yelled back with as much sass as she could muster. Fortunately she was shameless, and as soon as she had the steaming hot water running, she was in and under the refreshingly cleansing cascade. “Are you with Stoney today?”

Sparkler didn’t answer straight away. She waited until she was dressed in her plaid skirt, white shirt, blue school sweater, black horseshoes and white socks. One of them had to show some decorum, after all. Outside the bathroom door, she put some high-level sarcasm into her voice, “We are going to school. I need to catch up on what I missed, and so does she. CB is meeting us there.”

“Oh. Right, school.” Truth be told, Corona wasn’t even sure what day of the week it was, let alone if it was a school day or not. “Can you be back for five forty-five? Tundra's picking us up at six to go to the movies in town.”

“Can Stoney come?” Sparkler asked straightaway, her thought process being that if she was out with her marefriend and sub, it would at the very least distract her from her mother’s antics with this ‘Tundra’.

“Of course she can!” Corona answered, the relief from the hot water soothing her muscles evident in her voice, “We can double date!”

“What movie?”

“Um....the new one, Chilled, the one with the ice queen. The one you said looked good.”

“Okay!” Sparkler fist pumped the air in celebration, because she had been pestering her mother to go see Chilled ever since she had seen the very first trailer a few months ago. “We’ll be back before that. I'm off. Take care mom, and if your yak gets frisky with somecreature other than you, I'll have Stoney smash yak. She did kick a Tatzlwurm’s ass in the Badlands.”

“Thank you, sweetie!”