"I…I think I like you both equally…" Anon stammered.
Ord scrunched her muzzle. "Really? Cause, like, it seemed like you were a bit more into things with Newsie!" A sudden spark of intensity entered her gaze as she glowered at him. "Why's that? I'm the bestest slut too! Just like her!"
Anon winced as she leaned forward a bit, unintentionally applying more weight to his chest with her hoof. "Okay! Okay! I admit it! I did get a bit more into it with News!"
"Meanie…" Ord frowned, averting her gaze. "I thought I was like, totally a hottie and sexy!"
"You are! You are! Like, really, really hot and sexy!" Anon exclaimed.
Ord side-eyed him, pursing her lips. "Then why did Newsie get so much cummies! So much…so much intensity!"
"Because she's just as hot to me as you are!" Anon retorted.
Rolling her eyes, Ord looked unamused. "Just as hot means we're like…equal right?"
"Yes! Yes! Exactly!" Anon coughed.
"Sooooo…" This time she intentionally applied more weight, making Anon wince with a mixture of excitement and faint pain. "Then explain why Newsie got so many cummies!"
Anon grabbed her foreleg, trying to lift her hoof off of himself. "B-Because! Ack! Ord, you're crushing me!"
Her eyes widened, not understanding her own strength, as she suddenly pulled back a bit, but still ensured he was pinned. "S-Sorry! I thought it was…yknow! Super sexy and totally hot to do that!"
"Admittedly - cough - it is," Anon replied. "But I can't exactly answer you if you crush my ribcage."
Ord looked him in the eyes, before glancing down at his cock. "I want more…" She sighed. "But maybe Ordie isn't as good…"
"Hey, hey! Relax!" Anon swiftly countered.
Reaching out, he caressed her face with a hand, sighing with release as she nuzzled him. "I was just about to explain, and then you
can throat me until I give ya a big snack of cum -"
"Cummies," Ord sharply correct."
"Right. A big snack of cummies."
"Yaaaay!" Ord cheered. She pressed her muzzle against his nose, her eyes, giant pools of curiosity, wide and filled with wonder. "Okay, so tell me! Tell me!"
Anon pecked her on the lips, unable to control himself. "God you're cute, you know that?"
Ord merely blushed and giggled.
"But the reason I went so hard with News was because I had just found out you and her do crave me, do desire me, and…"
"Love you."
Anon paused entirely after her interjection. "What?"
"We, like, kinda love you, dummy," Ord continued. "You're, like, super sweet to us even when we bully you. You've defended us from weirdo stallions being all, like, super creepy and stuff!" She tapped her chin with a free hoof. "You've supported us, told us how we're hotties, bought us food, paid for inns even though you're like, totally super broke!"
"Thanks…" Anon grumbled.
"But the thingie is, you still did it! And lots and lots more!" Ord added. "Ponies were, like, always scared of me, but you think I'm pretty!" She glanced over at News, who was still recovering from her breeding session. "And Newsie…she, like, doesn't trust anybody but me and a few friends! But she totally trusts you! Like…a lot a lot a lot!"
"That's a lot of a lots," Anon replied, smiling like an idiot.
Ord nodded, wiping a bit of drool off her jaw. It was clear putting together this discussion was pushing her cursed mind to the limit. "Exactly! You're the bestest human we, like, have ever known!"
"I'm the only human you've ever known."
"And that's why you're the bestest!"
Anon felt the urge to finally correct her usage of best, but realized educating what was basically a massive, bimbo mare likely wouldn't yield much—plus this rant she was on was painfully adorable.
"So…like, we've talked about it a feeeew times," Ord continued. "Like, Newsie and I."
"I pieced that together, yeah."
"Pieced? Like a puzzle?"
"Ord, you were saying?"
"Oh? Righty! So, like, we talked and talked. Cutie girl talks! Talking about boys, and lewd stuffs, and romance!" Ord blushed as she looked up at him after her last word. "And we kept trying to figure out who the bestest guy we know is, and…we both thought of you!"
Anon raised a brow. "Me? You both tease me and make fun of me all the time!"
"Because - haaa - we're just, like, playing hard to get!"
Both Anon and Ord glanced over to see News
weakly lifting her head to look at them.
"I don't ever trust anybody! They're like, always meanies or secretly evil or something!" she continued. "But you are super duper nice regardless! Plus you have the best cummies~" She let out a groan as a gush of cum escaped her marehood, letting her head flop back down to the ground as she adorned a blissed out smile. "Soooooo much cummies~"
Ord smirked at the sight of her friend, before focusing back on Anon. "And, Nonny, ponies have always been afraid of me, or, like, just pervy with me!" She licked her lips as she eyed his cock again. "I do love your cummies, I want so much cummies, but besides your perfect, yummy dick, you also have a perfect, yummy personality!" The blush in her cheeks deepened. "You like Newsie and I for us! You like, actually care! You deal with us, you value us, you…"
She trailed off as Anon placed a finger against her lips, softly hushing her.
"I get it, but I'd rather you finish this all after you're not a dumb slut that can't resist saying 'like' for more than ten seconds." He caressed her face, coming closer to it. "And for the record…" He nudged his head towards News. "I love and adore News. And…"
He suddenly lunged forward, pulling Ord into a deep, passionate kiss. He knew he hadn't a chance, as the second she reciprocated, her tongue overpowered his own with ease and invaded his mouth. It was big, far bigger than his, but nothing obscene. He could feel her moaning into his mouth, saw her tail begin to wag, and struggling to work with her tongue, but still managed a bit of a dueling duet with it. Their tongues caressed each other, saliva mixing and moans connecting, as they closed their eyes and held their embrace for what felt like ages.
Still, they eventually parted, a trail of saliva connecting their lips before Anon gave her a warm smile.
"And I love and adore you too, Ord."
Ord stared at him blankly. "You do?"
Anon nodded. "Uh-huh!"
She continued to stare. "Like, really do?"
Anon began to feel confused. "Um…yes?"
"Like, Newsie and I both? Equallyest?" she asked.
"It's…just equally, no 'est', but yes…" He watched as her pupils dilated ever so slightly. "W-Why?"
She smiled.
"Ordie is gonna milk your yummy cock until you have no more cummies now."
"Wait wh - hoooolyyyyy fhuuuuuck~"
An unbecoming moan escaped Anon as Ord dove her head down and went to town on his cock. She was a mare possessed, slurping, sucking, and teasing his cock and balls with expertise to rival a pornstar, and speed that'd make anyone envy Anon's position.
It was an absurd rush, an intense flood, and, with how incredibly sensitive Anon already was, sent him hurtling to a third, and for his own sake, hopefully final climax. His legs tensed, his balls hiked, and he grabbed the back of Ord's head and shoved her face into his groin as he wailed with utter delight.
Bursts of cum began to flood the massive mare's mouth, each one being greedily swallowed by her before the next could even have the chance to arrive. Her tail wagged furiously, her marehood drooled cum and lust, and her throat caressed his length perfect enough to make him spasm with every surge of seed he released. He gasped and groaned, air barely entering his body as he felt like he had died and gone to some endlessly pleasurable heaven.
Part of him wished he had had enough stamina to make round three last, to savor this blowjob for as long as possible, but the combination of the intimate discussion they had shared, and the intensity of her deepthroating, had completely obliterated the measly stamina he had for his third round.
As the final spurts of his cum were hungrily swallowed by Ord, she slowly, and almost reluctantly, began to retreat from his cock. Giving his tip a parting kiss, she opened her maw, presenting her empty mouth to him.
"See! Yummy cummies all gulped up! Soooo good!~" she chirped.
Anon shakily sat up, sweat running down his body as the world spun around him. "U-Uh-huh…really…haaa…impressive, Ord."
"Oooh! My turn?"
Anon nearly had a heart attack. Not from the sudden voice of News right beside him, but the implications of what she was intending with them. Whirling his attention to the side, he found himself face to face with a beaming bat pony.
"I - haah - okay gimme a second." He took a few moments to gather himself, heaving air into his lungs before continuing. "I didn't even see you get up! How didn't I hear you? How are you standing already?!"
News stuck her tongue out at him. "When more cummies are on the table! I, like, feel empowered!"
Anon stared deadpanned at her. If he went a fourth round, he genuinely figured he'd die. Bullshit luck or not, a man can only handle so much mare for the first time at once. He could certainly double this amount in the future, but with how intense everything was so far, three had to be his limit for at least an hour.
"Y-Yeah, sure, but I gotta do something first!" he exclaimed.
News pouted. "What? Oh come onnnn. Ordie got baby-making cummies and treat cummies!" She turned, presenting her flank and spreading her pussy with a wing. "I only got baby-making cummies! I want treat cummies tooooo."
Anon eyed the path that led deeper into the dungeon. "Yeah, but, I've got a hunch that at the end of this dungeon there's a potion or spellbook."
Ord and News exchanged a glance, before titling his heads at him.
"A…uh…"
He paused. Truthfully? He was expecting and hoping there'd be some kind of potion or spell that'd remove the spells afflicting these two from them, but he had a hunch they'd take that notion as him taking away their dumb bliss.
But thankfully it was dumb bliss.
"A potion or spell that'll make my cum -"
"Cummies," both mares firmly stated at the same time.
"That'll make my…" He sighed. "Cummies even tastier! And…and with twice the amount as before!"
Both mares' eyes widened, looking at each other with excitement.
"Hear that, Newsie?!" Ord gasped. "More cummies! More babies! More treats!"
News eagerly nodded. "That's the bestest thing I've ever heard!"
They both turned their attention towards him, continuing in unison.
"Get it!"
Shakily, Anon rose. Stabilizing his stance, he managed to stand up and brush himself off. He was entirely in the buff, but he hadn't much of a choice in the matter. Staring the dungeon down, he shook himself off, lightly smacked himself in the face, and prepared to brave the dungeon ahead butt ass naked.
"One sec."
"You're back!" News chirped, running over to Anon and nuzzling him.
"Where's the gift?" Ord asked, eyes wide with simple curiosity, inspecting Anon up and down.
Both mares sat down as he walked knelt before them, presenting a vial.
"This," he said, his voice firm. "This…is the uh…" He knew he had to appeal to the only framework they currently understood, and uphold his lie. "The 'Super Cummie Potion of Delectable Loads and Sizeable Releases'."
"Ooooh! Fancy!" News cooed.
Ord nodded. "And sexy! So sexy! More cummies!"
"Okay, I already drank some," Anon lied. "But for it to work, my super cute wives gotta drink some too, okay?"
"Okay!" both mares replied happily.
He watched as they opened their mouths, holding back a laugh over how they didn't even notice how completely full the potion still was. He poured half the silvery liquid onto News' tongue, and then the other half onto Ord's. They eagerly took the brew into their mouths, swished it around, exchanged a glance with each other, giggled, and then finally swallowed in unison.
For a moment, nothing happened. And for a moment, a sense of dread washed over Anon. He feared his friends were stuck like this. Even if they were hot as all fuck as his dumb cock-addicted sluts, he did want to fix them and bring them back to normal. Thankfully though, his worries were quickly washed away, as he witnessed them both shudder intensely.
His eyes widened as he saw their partially thickened flanks shrink, returning back to their normal, juicy sizes, as their crotchtits went from their incredible sizes back down to their, still incredible, but original proportions. Their eyes lost the sheen of magic glazing them, hearts changing back to normal, standard pupils after they each blinked. Their goofy, slack-jawed smiles tightened, then fell away completely, going to a more neutral, natural state. Finally, their postures stiffened, no longer as loose and carefree as before, as they blinked rapidly and their hooves came up to rub at their temples.
Anon took a few steps back, giving them space, his heart hammering against his chest. He really hoped they were as into him as they had admitted. Otherwise he was about to end up a bloody stain in the ground thanks to Ord…or…if angry enough, even News.
Always the sharper and smarter of the two, News was the first to speak. "Fuck…my head feels like I just got socked in the face."
Her tone of voice sounded more like her normal inflection. Smug, sassy, and adorable as ever. Though her focus on her headache slowly began to shift as she looked down at herself. The sticky evidence coating her inner thighs, the stains and sweat on her vest, and the pleasure radiating off her marehood told her everything she needed to know. If that wasn't enough, she briefly looked under herself, seeing her crotchtits shrink the last bit they needed to as they returned to normal, and then was a witness to a fresh glob of cum dripping to the ground from her pussy. Her head shot back up, her wings snapped tight against her sides, a deep, crimson blush exploded across her face, and her pupils shrunk to pinpricks. She forced her tail down, covering her used marehood, and sheepishly hid her face behind a wing, adorning a flustered, adorable stance.
Ord let out a low groan. "Ughhh…I feel like I'm hungover…twice over!"
She didn't complain for long, as, just like News, the sensations accosting her body grabbed her attention.
She saw the cum staining her coat, tasted his essence on her tongue, felt her marehood winking hungrily at the empty air, and sensed the feeling of his seed filling her womb. As if she was lost in a dream, she slowly glanced back at her rump, watching as it finished returning to normal. She lifted her tail curiously, a thick line of cum connecting part of it to her cunt. Slowly, she turned her attention towards Anon, smacked her lips together, tasted how potent the lovely flavor of his seed was, and then it hit her. Her face rapidly grew just as red, if not even redder, as News', eyes widening as the situation began to dawn on her. She collapsed forward, fore hooves covering her face as she squirmed with embarrassment and let out a girly squeal of pure befuddlement.
"Seems you two must be back to normal," Anon commented. "Guess this potion did the trick!"
"Normal?!" News exclaimed, managing to meet him eye to eye. "You…you bred us!" She paused, unable to recall anything. "I…surely…we…you…" She trailed off, struggling to find the words as she felt her marehood angrily wink with need.
Ord followed suit, doing her best to look imposing. "You totally knocked us up!" She too found herself hesitating. "I…I mean who else could've…b-bred…all that c-cum…" She couldn't finish, her blush a bright sunrise on her pale coat.
"Guilty as charged. All that cum?" Anon pointed a thumb at himself. "Supplied by yours truly."
Both mares shot glares at him.
"Y-You pervert!"
"C-Creep!"
Anon said nothing. He found no need to defend himself. From the potions label, the final effect was the memories of what happened while affected by the spell returning to them. And so, he just watched, eagerly awaiting the moment their memories would begin returning.
"I…you're…the…" News trailed off, eyes beginning to widen as it all came rushing back.
"W-Weirdo! I…I outta…" Ord followed suit, blush deepening even more as she began to recall everything.
It was all funneling back into them like a film reel. From the moment they stepped on the pressure plate, to their induced idiocy, their begging, the titjob, the assjob, their thorough breeding sessions, and up to him finally offering them the potion. Though, from the way their averted their gazes from him at one point, he could tell them admitting their infatuation with him was what was striking them most, even more than being knocked up.
It took longer than he expected, but eventually News was the first of the two to meet his gaze. Her expression was a mixture of conflicting emotions. Embarrassment fought with a flurry of other sensations. A flicker of surprise, a hint of lingering lust, and a deep wave of love she had been hiding for ages. She opened her mouth, and Anon fully expected her to deliver a scalding remark, but all that came out was a hasty explanation.
"I…the spell was making us say stuff!"
Anon cocked a brow. "Really?" He presented a sheet of paper. "I found this deeper in the dungeon. Lists all the spells, potions, and their effects. The spell you two got hit by?" He inspected the list. "Yeah it ain't saying 'making up bullshit' on the effect list, sorry." He waved the potion before the two. "Plus, I gave you the cure!"
Ord's head snapped up. "A cure?! After that?!" She flicked her tail behind her. "After…after…" She looked over at News for help.
"You… you plowed us both!" News joined in.
Ord continued. "You let us act like… like total…broodmares!"
"Dumb broodmares!" News furthered.
Scrunching her muzzle, Ord shook her head. "A-And you listened to all that…all that made up r-romantic garbage we were saying!"
"Y-Yeah! T-That list you have is wrong!" News exclaimed. "We…we didn't mean that! Any o-of that!"
"Sounded pretty sincere to me," Anon teased, unable to help himself. He waved the list before the two. "The list doesn't lie. But just in case." He cleared his throat. "Ahem. By the contract that binds you two for the next week, I demand you both tell me the truth."
"What?!"
Both mares yelled in shock, watching as the contract that had manifested earlier when they made their wager took shape out of thin air. Magic surged out of it, creating arcane collars around their necks, a wave of magic washing over them, before the contract burnt away to ashes once again.
News touched the magic collar on her. "Fuck."
"I told you that was a stupid idea!" Ord growled, staring News down.
"Um, ladies?"
The two looked back at Anon, eyes shrinking to pinpricks.
"You gotta listen to me, so, tell the truth," he finished.
Ord and News both bit their lips, desperately trying to resist the spell binding them to him. Though, they couldn't overpower an all-power binding ritual, and, before long, both let out a sigh of defeat.
"Yes…" News sheepishly grumbled, keeping her head down and looking away from him. "I…I have a crush…okay? Happy?"
"Fine. Yeah, it was all true…" Ord was in a near identical stance. "We both think you're…really cute…and nice…"
They both looked up at him, a mixture of embarrassment and anger on their faces.
"And hot," they said in unison.
"Really now?" Anon cooed.
"Oh fuck off," News snapped. "That's…that's bullshit! That isn't fair!"
Anon crossed his arms. "What? Forcing you two to admit you're toootally in love with me?"
"N-No! The contract is also…um…not working right! It's making us say the opposite thing to the truth!" Ord countered.
News facehoofed. "Ord, he's an asshat, not a complete dipshit."
"Next question!" Anon declared, smacking his hands together. "Did you want me to breed you? And if so, how hot was it?"
Both mares scrunched their muzzles in frustration, but Ord relented first.
"Yes, I really, really wanted you to," she mumbled, clenching her eyes shut as her tail slowly twitched behind her. "It was - eep - the hottest thing I've ever experienced…"
"Fucker…" News cursed under her breath. "Yeah, yeah! I wanted you to knock me up! It was stupidly hot! Alright? There! Now you know!"
"And the neeext question!" Anon asked.
News sighed in frustration. "Great he's going to be abusing this for the next week!"
"News, what's the phrase the contract owner has to say to nullify and break the spell?"
News looked up at him, gobsmacked. "H-Huh?"
"You gotta answer," Anon reiterated.
"J-Just state that you believe the debt is paid…?" News answered, utterly confused.
Ord tilted her head. "I'm…lost. Wasn't he gonna fuck us senseless all week?"
"These two have paid their debt! The contract is cleared!" Anon preached, raising his hands into the air.
Without any fanfare, without any flair, the magical collars around both mares' necks shattered into sparkling dust.
Almost immediately, Ord acted. Trotting up to him, she grabbed him by his shirt and lifted him up into the air. "Alright you dick! What the heck are you planning! First you make us dumb s-sluts! Then you b-breed us! And now you're up to something."
"Okay, firstly, you are really bad at being scary when you're stumbling over your words, blushing that hard, and looking that adorable," he commented.
"I'll look less cute when I'm pummeling your face," Ord growled.
"Secondly! I genuinely have nothing up my sleeve. If I wanted to take advantage of you, I'd have kept you both as dumb sluts," he continued.
Hesitantly, Ord put him down, looking back over at News.
"Yeah right," she hissed. "That spell would've worn off any minute after you came back with the potion."
Anon tossed the scroll of spell details over to the two. "You sure about that?"
With a swift movement, News caught the scroll, unfurling it and showing it to Ord. Anon watched as the two ran their eyes over the words, pausing when they had spotted what he assumed was the IQ Loss spell. His smile grew as their eyes widened, they look at one another, and back at him with shock.
"P-Permanent?" News stumbled.
Ord shook her head. "If…if you didn't cure us…that spell would've been forever?!"
"Yeah. I was pretty shocked when I read that about it too." Anon looked around. "Whoever built this dungeon must've had a crazy harem of dumb, horny mares."
News averted her gaze. "Why?"
"Why what?" he asked.
"Why did you cure us? You could've had us as your dumb fucktoys forever! Endless pleasure! Endless fun for you!" Her expression wavered. "Why?"
"We're…we're always so mean to you…always teasing you!" Ord joined. "You had us right there, on a silver platter. To do whatever you want because we were too dumb to question it, and it'd be that way forever!"
Anon shrugged. "Well being I knocked both of you up, I did kinda indulge in that silver platter."
"Shut up!" both exclaimed sharply.
Raising his hands up in surrender, Anon continued. "Alright, alright." He looked between the two. "You two were hot like that, but that wasn't the real mares I love."
Both fidgeted slightly at the word love.
"And I'd much rather take you, both of you, as your true selves out on a date."
That had an immediate effect. Both Ord and News snapped their attention up to him, eyes wide in complete, raw shock.
"What?!"
"Date?!"
Anon looked offended at their surprise. "Well…duh? You two admitted you loved me, wanted me, and desired me. If your memory came back fully, I do think you two may recall me saying I definitely love and adore you both?"
Both mares paused to think.
"I…you meant that?" News asked.
"Every bit of it," Anon confidently answered.
"But…with how we tease you," Ord mumbled.
"I see it as…insecure mare flirting. Bullying mares find love! Something cheesy. Either way, it's cute." He pointed between the two of them. "Plus, now that I knocked you both up, I gotta take responsibility!"
Ord and News didn't respond, merely staring at him in silence.
Rubbing the back of his head, feeling a sudden rush of nerves hitting him, he awkwardly laughed. "So…um…how about a date? Us three. My treat?"
They both just stared, their postures subtly softening at his request.
"N-Not that you have to say yes!" he continued in a panic. "I-If you wanna kick my ass! Boot me from the group! Hell, even kill me, it's totally understandable!"
"Oh fuck it," Ord quickly mumbled. "Sure."
"I…" Anon blinked wildly. "What?"
"Sure, that's what she said," News followed. "And, you know what, it's a yes from me too."
Anon was caught off-guard. "Wait…seriously?"
"Nothing in that spell's details said we were inherently under mind control or anything," News explained.
"And us lusting over you schtick…kinda was gonna happen no matter what," Ord furthered.
Sighing, News rubbed the back of her head with a hoof. "All it did was remove our inhibitions, and make us really dumb."
"Which means…" Ord scrunched her muzzle. "We were being honest…the entire time…"
Anon beamed. "Really?! So it's a date!?"
"You're still a total pervert for literally breeding us while we were like that!" News corrected.
"Yeah! I didn't wanna have a bunch of kids like my mom! And now I'm pregnant!" Ord informed.
Anon eyed her. "Are you cool with being pregnant now?"
"Yeah fuck it, it's fine I guess."
News side-eyed Ord. "Quite the compelling argument, Ord."
"Alright, well, thanks for not killing me," Anon stated, wheeling around and heading toward the cave's exit. "Let's go! We've got to get to the nearest town and find the best place to have dinner when we get there!"
Ord and News watched as he began to walk away, both wicking with pleasure as their marehoods winked at the sight of him.
"You really just, tore his pants off, huh?" News asked, nudging Ord.
Shrugging, Ord inspected Anon from afar. "Not…not really complaining about that look."
"I'm inclined to agree." News extended her wings, inspecting them and her body. "We're gonna need a shower."
"You're telling me," Ord mumbled, looking herself up and down.
The two began to trot, snickering to each other.
"Hey, I vividly recall you saying I'm hot while we were all dumb, and I could tell you were implying I was your type," News teased.
Ord blushed, shoving News with enough force to make the bat pony stumble. "Firstly, fuck off, we are not talking about today after today." She smirked. "And secondly, if it had to be a mare, sure, I guess." She suddenly surged forward, staring News down. "But I'm not gay!"
"By how well you take cock, I believe that," News chuckled.
Standing upright once again and resuming her walk, Ord nodded. "Exactly."
"Now going both ways however," News pressed.
"News." Ord sighed. "J-Just, let's follow Anon, okay?"
"You mean, Nonny, Ordie?" News taunted
The two laughed heartily, before Ord stuck her tongue out at her friend. "Maybe sometimes, Newsie."
The two kept a distance from Anon, eyeing him up from behind, but also to keep their conversation out of earshot.
"Look at him, walking all confidently." News rolled her eyes. "Knocks up two mares and thinks he's hot shit."
"Pffft! I know right!" She released a deep laugh, thinking of something hard too funny to immediately convey.
"Hey, what gives?" News inquired. "It was kinda a decent joke, but not that funny."
Ord shook her head. "No, not that. Just something way funnier came across my mind."
News tilted her head, a mischievous look spreading across her countenance. "Oh? Do tell~"
Wrapping a foreleg around News, Ord gestured to Anon with her free one. "I think that idiot thinks he's gonna end up marrying us!"
News tried to contain her laugh, before nearly falling over in a fit of laughter. "Bahahaha! Him?! Marrying us?! Never in - snrk - never in a million, no, a billion years!"
"Right?!" Ord replied, entering her own fit of laughter.
The two trotting side by side, wiping tears of laughter from their eyes.
"Like that'll ever happen," News chuckled.
Giggling at her side, Ord couldn't help but nod. "In his wildest dreams, maybe!"
"Oh my darling wives, I'm hoooome~"
Setting down some fresh vegetables, fruit, and meat he had bought in the local market, Anon stretched his arms out and let out a satisfied groan. Over the last five months, he had been working his ass off to scratch up enough money for a home, and now, with Ord and News too far along in their pregnancies, he was a solo act saving up money to care for the two of them, and the foals that would be with them sooner than later.
He carefully laid out the food he had bought on a table in the kitchen, setting aside wood he'd be using to light the fire to cook later. He glanced over at a framed picture on the wall. A wonderful painting, carefully done by the best painter in town, of his, Ord, and News' wedding day. Both looked wonderful in their gowns, albeit both seemingly were flustered beyond belief to be dressed up as they were, and him, right in the middle, the envy of the entire town and the happiest guy in existence.
The first few weeks of them dating had been a literal tsundere theatrical performance.
He recalled a time News Flash slammed down a plate of hayfries before him, stating passionately that he shouldn't think she made them because she cared, but because she had to make sure he was healthy to help care for their child. And each time she said anything like that, she'd linger, very clearly hoping to see if he liked them, and vying for praise.
And Ord, who painstakingly organized and cleaned the entire house with an uncharacteristic grace because she 'just wanted to' and definitely not because she had heard him say he had been stressing over sprucing the place up. Though, even when she said that, she had been eager to know if he liked it and if she did a good job, only to force the delighted smile off her face and pretend like she didn't care when he said he loved it.
Or how both of them, when they opted to bake some desserts, specifically made the ones he loved most, but they explained it was 'just a coincidence'. Or how they bought lingerie that was to his exact taste, but that one was 'because they thought it looked stylish'. Or the time they both lovingly cared for him when he had come down with the flu, tending to him with so much care and sincerity, only to pretend the entire week never existed later.
And the day he proposed. Popping the question to both of them after their 30th date, he had expected yet another typical reaction from them. And, of course, he got exactly that. A 'I-I mean I might as well. I'm kinda stuck with you because of this foal.' from News. And a 'J-Just means I can stay at your place for free. S-so, sure!' from Ord.
Yet the smiles they had had on their faces back then heavily contradicted their words.
"Oh, you're home?" News called from the bedroom.
"Bring us some apples! Momma's hungry!" Ord boomed from the same area.
Grabbing two apples in his hands, Anon whistled to himself as he waltzed his way over to the bedroom. The best part of his day, after a long, tiring day of odd jobs and the occasional quest, was always coming back home.
He swung the bedroom door open.
Coming back home to this.
Resting atop a massive, lavish bed, enough to fit all three of them, even Ord, were his two wives. Both were adorning absolutely scandalous ensembles of lingerie, highlighting their curves just right, but this set had a purpose. It all tied together to call attention to their wondrously gravid bellies, their milk-dripping tits, and their plumpened flanks.
Pregnancy had worked absolute wonders on the two, their proportions were almost the same, if not a bit bigger, than when they had been affected by the Eye Candy spell, and now there was the added bonus of those alluring pregnant bellies of theirs.
"Come on, gimme gimme!" News begged, extending a wind. "My cravings are through the roof!" She grabbed the apple, licking her lips before smiling up at her husband. "Thanks, ya idiot~"
Ord rolled her eyes. "One apple? I'm three News' big and I'm eating for two! I need at least five." She smiled as she grabbed the other apple from Anon. "But..thanks, Anon."
"Idiot? And a plain old Anon?" Anon questioned. "What happened this morning? Calling me honey, sweetheart, babe, love…"
Both mares blushed, looking away from him.
"Fine," News surrendered. "Thanks, honey…"
"Thanks, sweetheart," Ord grumbled, giggling. "I guess…"
"Those are my lovely gals!" Anon chirped, hopping onto the bed, eager to get his cuddle game on.
"A-ta-ta!" Ord tutted, stopping him from snuggling up between her and News. "Someone's got a job to do first~"
Anon blinked in confusion. "I…do?"
"Oh, most certainly!" News cooed. "A job only the most handsome, most wonderful hubby and the world can~"
Anon watched slack-jawed as both mares rolled to their sides, both facing him between them. Slowly, they raised one of their hind legs each, lowering a hoof to caress one of their milk-swollen teats, gently rubbing them to coax some milk to bead at their nipples.
"I think I need a little help, babe~" News groaned, bouncing one of her crotchtits with a hoof.
Ord mimicked the act, shooting him a wink. "Take a swig, love."
Both adorned lustful, sultry expressions, speaking in unison as if they had been practicing this maneuver before he came home.
"Straight from the tap~"
Anon's heart skipped a beat, his cock began to harden, and he licked his lips, looking between both perfect sets of tits, the milk beading from them making his mouth go dry and crave their nectar all the more.
Those cuddles could certainly wait.