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Casual Friday (NSFW)

By Mobius
Created: 2021-07-16 21:31:33
Updated: 2022-03-21 06:43:01
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anonromancerainbow dashsexmane 6casual sex

  1. >You walk into Sugarcube Corner and make your way to the service counter.
  2. >"Hey Nonny! What'll it be today?"
  3. >You wave at the perky pink pony and look at the menu on the billboard behind her.
  4. >You really didn't know what you wanted. You've had everything the bakery had to offer, twice.
  5. "I'll take a uh..."
  6. >Something new catches your eye.
  7. "Wait, what's with the new offer? It says half off your order if you guess the chef's flavor?"
  8. >She snickers, "Geez Nonny, isn't it obvious? It's a scheme to tap into a wider market segment now that the new tax laws are taking more money from the middle class."
  9. "Yeah but how does it work? I mean, you always taste like yourself whenever I eat you out?"
  10. >"Oh. Well duh of course that part of me tastes like myself silly. You're supposed to guess the last flavor I ate."
  11. >That's a twist.
  12. "Huh, seems simple enough."
  13. >She quirks a brow and ducks behind the counter for a second. She surfaces a moment later, licking her lips clean.
  14. >If whatever she tasted had any color it was pink, because you couldn't tell the difference.
  15. >She leans over the counter, "You gonna keep the customers waiting?" She motions to the line forming behind you.
  16. >No sense in stirring up trouble this early in the morning.
  17. >You lean in, leading with tongue as you taste the outside of her fuzzy lips for hints of any flavor, but her own tongue had done a good job of cleaning that up.
  18. >You press harder against her in a proper kiss and the bubbly mare giggles as she lets you probe around for clues. On her tongue? Nope. Under it? No joy. You pull her head into yours and press deeper to sample the crannies of her back teeth. Her wildly swirling tongue wasn't making the task any easier, but you finally pick up the slightest hint of apples and cinnamon.
  19. >You grin on her muzzle and pull back with a string of saliva connecting your lips.
  20. "I'll take half off your signature Apple Cinnamon fritter."
  21. >You peck her lips for fun.
  22. "Please."
  23. >She grins happily, "You got it, Nonny!"
  24. >Her bobbing mane ducks behind the counter once again and the mare returns with a plate containing a fresh pastry, minus one obvious bite.
  25. >"That'll be 2 bits!"
  26. >You drop the bits in her hoof and wipe your mouth before snagging a napkin and heading to the outdoor patio seating.
  27. >What a nice day it was.
  28. >You pull up a seat adjacent to a couple who looked like they came here for a real lunch and had now moved to dessert.
  29. >The stallion nods at you, his marefriend's head buried between his legs, audibly slurping around his member.
  30. >It was a bit distracting, but nothing out of the ordinary.
  31. >You dig into your pastry only to be assaulted by a rush of air and a characteristic voice.
  32. >"Heya Anon!"
  33. >You turn around to see Rainbow Dash trotting up to your bench, clearly sweaty from a recent workout.
  34. "What's up Dash?"
  35. >Her smiling muzzle makes a beeline for your mouth and she leaves your lips with a coat of salty sweat from her peck.
  36. >"Hey, was that Apples and Cinnamon?"
  37. "Yep, wanna bite?"
  38. >"Nah, I'm on a diet." She pauses before leaning in and licking a bit of crumbs and creamy filling from the corner of your mouth. "Heh, Apples Cinnamon and Anon."
  39. "Is that better or worse than just Apples and Cinnamon?" You grin at her.
  40. >She takes a seat next to you and fans her wings over herself.
  41. "You smell like a locker room ya know." You remind her as you take another bite.
  42. >"Eh, you'd still do me over any other mare in town."
  43. >You swallow and refrain from commenting, she was right after all. That athletic body was amazing and she could do some incredible stuff with her wings.
  44. >The blue pegasus sits idly and watches the mare at the other table wipe some cum from her muzzle, her stallion throwing a foreleg around her and hugging her to his chest with a grin.
  45. >Her eyes turn to you.
  46. "Yeah I know, you could bust me in half that time."
  47. >She smirks, "Heh, I was actually going to ask if you had any spare bits so I could go grab something."
  48. "So you're saying you couldn't finish me off in half the time?"
  49. >She grins, "You're really not being that subtle ya know."
  50. "Subtle about what? You're the one so competitive about this stuff."
  51. >"Not gonna work buddy."
  52. "What won't work? You sucking my dick? Yeah I do have quite the stamina."
  53. >"Nice try, but this is a 'I scratch your back you scratch mine' sorta deal, I've been pretty pent up."
  54. "I don't know if I'll let you get too close until you hop in a shower."
  55. >"That's never stopped you before?"
  56. "So you admit you're not here for the snacks."
  57. >You finish off the last bit of your fritter and turn to face her, only to get interrupted by her face intercepting yours.
  58. >Her muzzle invades, her lips sealing with yours as her tongue slips in to scoop the recent bite from your grasp.
  59. >The pegasus pulls back, ignoring the connecting strand of saliva on your lips and chewing with a smile.
  60. >"I never said that! Now drop those pants."
  61. >Complaining never even crossed your mind as you hurriedly remove your lower garments.
  62. "Ok how do you want to--oof!"
  63. >The energetic mare hops on your lap, her wings lightly flared, a hoof around your neck.
  64. >The other moves your rapidly hardening penis against the slick fur of her muff.
  65. >"I've got an itch I need to scratch so don't try to pull out this time."
  66. "But it's so fun to watch you lick it off your teats!"
  67. >Your glans glides between her slimy folds and she sits down slowly, looking blankly at the passers by as your cock sinks into her.
  68. >"Yeah whatever, just...I need this alright?"
  69. >Fair enough, who are you to turn down the honest request of your friend.
  70. "Ok but don't..."
  71. >She hugs you and buries her muzzle in your neck to huff your musk, staining your shirt with her spicy sweat.
  72. "...make a mess of the shirt...whatever."
  73. >You grip her slick fur as best you could and drive up into her warm canal as she clings to you like plastic wrap.
  74. >It was safe to say there were a lot of mares who felt pretty much identical down below. Not only in the texture and tightness of their holes, but also in their mannerisms and sexual appetites.
  75. >Carrot top, for example, was just like Fluttershy in that she never pushed into you--both of whom also mirrored Twilight and Colgate in their pattern of winks and time it took to reach climax.
  76. >That's not to say they were all boring to you, but it was a refreshing change to have a wildcard on your dick.
  77. >That is to say, Rainbow wasn't your average fuck.
  78. >Being a world class athlete put her in a league in which she was currently the only member.
  79. >For a while, she was actually quite the prude, but after your camping trip together, your friendship developed and you got to watch all manners of depraved behavior blossom forth from the depths of her animalistic libido.
  80. >Some of the stuff you did together you actually were too afraid to do in public...which was saying something...for both of you.
  81. >The crevice between her hindlegs is even hotter after her workout; spicy humidity warms your legs as your grind enthusiastically against one another.
  82. >Nothing got her in the mood like working out, and whether she'd admit it or not, she needed this more than you did.
  83. >Her sweaty pelvis mashes into your crotch as she spasms wildly around your few inches of penetration--trying to do little more than rub your naked cock on and in every corner of her excreting sex.
  84. >You cared for all your friends, but Dash was a special case. You weren't sure why exactly, but it was absolutely adorable to see her change as you fuck the feistiness right out of her.
  85. "You don't have to rush you know!" You grunt.
  86. >You clamp down on her torso and freeze her hips with another hand.
  87. >Unable to move, she resorts to putting her all into her vaginal clenching--as evidenced by the obnoxious squelching that comes in sync with the sensation of her juices dripping down your scrotum.
  88. >"Speak for yourself, you weren't the one who flew all the way from Canterlot for some dick."
  89. "You flew all the way back for my dick? Must be a pretty special dick."
  90. >"Nah I was just...uhh..."
  91. >Got her there.
  92. >"I was coming back to Ponyville anyways so--"
  93. "--So you just stopped by to see your favorite human along the way?"
  94. >She reaches back to push your leg to the side, trying to get you to throw it over the other side of the bench.
  95. >"C'mon dude, you know how to push my buttons."
  96. >Fair enough.
  97. >You concede her unspoken request. Your now spread legs let her narrow rump sit down all the way to the hilt.
  98. >"Gahhh..." She sighs and tucks her muzzle down the neck opening of your shirt, shamelessly sniffing at your masculine musk.
  99. >As far as sex goes, she was getting pretty into it. Almost enough to start making you self-conscious...almost.
  100. >"Hey Nonny! Whoa! I didn't know you were in town Rainbow?" Pinkie exclaims, walking around the corner with a serving platter.
  101. >"Just got back!" The prismatic mare's rushed and muffled response comes between deep breaths.
  102. >You pat the part of her head sticking out of your shirt.
  103. "She's just working off some steam. Hey, Pinkie...ah! You still have that cookie box deal you were promoting last week?"
  104. >"Um...y-yeah."
  105. >Her brow quirks as she watches Dash's tail pull back just in time for an audible splurt of crystal-clear mare goo to connect her shivering butt crack to the wooden bench.
  106. >Your finger snakes down to rub around her naked dock crevice--making her anus reflexively flare as she moans.
  107. "Can I get one of those? I have a feeling this one will need the energy boost when we're done."
  108. >"Mmm right here ya know..." The pegasus groans, still spasming from her explosive orgasm.
  109. >You reach around with your free hand to find your wallet in your shorts.
  110. >"Geez Anon, you really know how to treat a mare. Remind me to visit you for a homecoming rut next time I take a trip!"
  111. "Heheh, sure thing Pinkie!"
  112. >She trots back inside, abandoning her two drops of lubricant on the stone patio as she retrieves your cookies.
  113. >You set the bits on the table and your attention returns to Dash as you grab her wings and push her down by them.
  114. >"Ngah! Yeah keep that up!"
  115. >Her frazzled mane hangs loosely above her dopey expression as she emerges from her pheromone hotbox in your shirt.
  116. >Her cries are drowned out amidst the din of the busy street corner.
  117. >Your pace slows to a steady rhythm as you rut your way to the finale.
  118. >"H-hey, can you do that thing with your finger?"
  119. "I swear, if you keep asking me to do this one day I'm going to shove my dick in there."
  120. >You move from her muscly dock and reach between her asscrack to wipe up some of her juice. The stingy lube spans your fingers as you massage it into her flexing ponut.
  121. >"Anon...you know that's too b..." She trails off bashfully and tucks her ears.
  122. "What was that?" You ask with a bemused expression.
  123. >"I said it's too big." She whispers before looking around, as if her timidity to get rammed in the ass was something to be ashamed of.
  124. "Well..."
  125. >You slip two slick fingers into her butthole up to the knuckle.
  126. >"Ah!"
  127. "I can work you up to it."
  128. >"Here's your cookies! One dozen, half chocolate chip half raisins and oatmeal!"
  129. >You both snap out of your intimate expressions.
  130. >"Raisins!"
  131. "Raisins!"
  132. >Her eyes narrow.
  133. >"Yes. You're gonna eat 'em and like it!"
  134. "Ok ok! Dash can have the raisin ones since she's on a diet anyways."
  135. >"Hey! How come I get only the raisin ones?"
  136. "Because you literally just told me you're on a diet."
  137. >"And I was literally joking, dummy."
  138. "How am I supposed to know..."
  139. >You grimace and close your eyes as you lean into her warm neck.
  140. >Your nose runs up the base of her jaw, tickling itself with her soft fur.
  141. >She needed a shower but...it still smelled nice.
  142. >The rushing in your loins was rapidly approaching its peak and the pegasus responds in kind.
  143. >"Finally dude...agh!"
  144. >She grabs your waist and humps a bit harder on your dick, each tug seems to be in sync with your throbbing heartbeat.
  145. >Your move up her cheek, nuzzling against the softness, down her muzzle, reveling in the hot air you breathe from her.
  146. >"Heheh, Anon quit! Sorry Pinkie, thanks for the cookies...pthhfp!"
  147. >The pegasus snickers and grins as you lose your mind to instinct and start licking at Dash's teeth.
  148. >As intrusive as it was, she couldn't call it annoying, something about feeling so inherently desirable really made her happy to oblige your little quirk.
  149. >Her ears tuck and her chuckling keeps her smile alive for you to taste as she makes eye contact with Pinkie and shrugs.
  150. >"Heh, thowy...yoh know how heh ghets-tttpt!"
  151. >It becomes too much of a spitwad to juggle so she opens her mouth in the hopes you express your enthusiasm in a more controlled environment.
  152. >"No problem! You two enjoy!"
  153. >"Yep. Will do!" She manages without breaking the string of saliva connecting your bottom lip to hers.
  154. >Finally, you hilt.
  155. >"Ngh...thee we goh...hhat's what ah neehed-ohohohooooh buck!"
  156. >The pegasus talks dirty, indifferent to the extra tongue getting between her and her words.
  157. >Amid all the warm stickyness connecting you two, something new rushes into the mix--hot semen, spritzing her cervix--giving her the same relief as taking a cool shower on a hot summer day.
  158. >She closes her eyes and groans, simply enjoying the long-sought relief that now washed over her at the pace of your twitching dick.
  159. >Her hot breaths wash over your cheek, the lewd squelching of your moist genitals now swapped with that of your mouths.
  160. >The pegasus remained more or less tranquilized by your injection for the next minute.
  161. >You pull away from her muzzle and tuck a lock of hair behind her ear.
  162. >"How come you never rut me like that?" A young, turquoise mare asks dreamily at an adjacent table.
  163. >"Because you're my sister, Sage." The stallion responds tiredly, his eyes on his own menu.
  164. >You spin around on your butt so you can lounge against the table and let your juices drip on the floor rather than the bench.
  165. >Dash makes no effort to pull away, but rather shoots you her characteristic smirk.
  166. >"I woulda popped ya faster with my muzzle, I swear."
  167. >You ruffle her mane and place a cookie between her teeth.
  168. "I'll have to see it to believe it."
  169. >She just snickers before bumping the other edge of the cookie to your lips.
  170. >You take a bite, appreciating her kind gesture before she wolfs down the rest of it.
  171. >You give her rump a few pats.
  172. "Good to go now?"
  173. >"Yeah hold on, lemme just..."
  174. >She grunts and pushes, expelling your flaccid dick along with a dollop of white jizz.
  175. >"Dang that was a lot dude." She comments, sitting up and straddling the strings of elastic connective fluids still connecting your genitals.
  176. "Hold on you're going to get it all over the place."
  177. >You reach for the napkins and hold her hindleg out of the way while you wipe her muff clear.
  178. >Her fur is already starting to stick every which way in a matted mess.
  179. "There we go."
  180. >She skitters to her hooves, her hindlegs a bit jerky as her tail flicks at the air.
  181. "Want a cookie for the road?"
  182. >"Heh, nice joke. How about this, you can take my cookies back to your place and I'll swing by tonight for the movie and snag them then."
  183. "Alright I promise I'll leave the raisin ones for you."
  184. >"I swear Anon..."
  185. "Nah I'm kidding!"
  186. >You wrap her head in a hug and smooch the side of her muzzle before letting her go.
  187. "Now don't swing by with someone else's creampie and expect a rut again, ok?"
  188. >"Pfft! Not my fault your carpet stains easily!"
  189. "Get outta here before I find another job for that feisty mouth of yours!"
  190. >She sticks her tongue out at you and dodges away as you go to spank her, only to duck back in for a parting peck.
  191. *Muah!
  192. >"Later Anon!"
  193. "See you Dash!"
  194. >And with that the mare takes off...dripping on a few passers by who wipe themselves off in annoyance.
  195. >Well that was refreshing.
  196. >You look down at your sweat soaked shirt. Soaked with not your sweat.
  197. >Perhaps your definition of refreshing has shifted since you've been here.
  198. >You were going to need a shower anyways; she always leaks like faucet.
  199. >Speaking of which...you reach for a napkin only find the dispenser empty.
  200. >With a frown, you fold the wet napkin you have in your hand in half and try to wipe up.
  201. >You only succeed in making a bigger mess.
  202. >"Geez Nonny, are you sure you're not mates or something? She seems really into you!"
  203. "Whoa! Hey Pinkie? What are you talking about? How long have you been standing there?"
  204. >"Oh just the bit where you were like ng ng ng! and she was like mh mh mh! and then whooosh!"
  205. "So...the whole time?"
  206. >"Yep I just love seeing ponies having a good time! Well, ponies and humans hahaha!"
  207. >She trots up and licks the clear string dangling from your tip--making you flinch.
  208. "Hey! Careful it's super sensitive right after--"
  209. >"--I knew it! You're the only stallion I can taste in her my guess is she hasn't let anyone frost her buns since last estrus!"
  210. "What are you talking about--waah!"
  211. >A cold pony nose ducking under your cock and pressing against your balls almost sends you flying off the bench.
  212. >Her tail flags and a pink hoof moves between her legs.
  213. >"Cuz last estrus I was tossing her salad and I could taste every stallion she'd taken since last May and I was like, hey Rainbow I didn't know you rutted Thunderlane and she was like 'yeah he it was super lame he was all..."
  214. >You try to push her off as she rambles on but she doesn't budge, so rather than make a scene you try to relax amidst the hot breath flooding your recently vacated testes.
  215. >What was with these ponies and musk? It was like an aphrodisiac to them.
  216. >Whatever, just let her do her thing and she'll be done in no time.
  217. >You zone out of her rambling to reflect on what she'd said about Dash.
  218. >Could it really be true? Did she actually like you? Well, of course she liked you but...what does it even mean to LIKE like someone?"
  219. >You look over at the mare giving you a dreamy look and her brother trying his best to find something interesting on the menu.
  220. >You start sifting through Pinkie's wiry mane as her nuzzling turns to licking.
  221. >If you weren't on the recovery you'd be more into her, you almost feel bad. She must've gotten pretty worked up watching as much as she did.
  222. >At least this way she got what she needed and you got somepony to clean you up...sorta.
  223. "Excuse me, miss."
  224. >"Sage Brush..." She responds as if she'd been waiting for you to talk to her.
  225. >Wierd.
  226. "Yeah, miss Sage Brush--"
  227. >"--Just Sage..."
  228. "Ok, Sage, do you mind if I ask you a question?"
  229. >"Anything at all..."
  230. >Her brother elbows her shoulder but she just shrugs him off.
  231. "Say you've been best friends with a mare, or uh, a stallion for a while, how would you go about letting them know you like them?"
  232. >Her soft gaze lingers on the pink pony vigorously getting off to her oral satisfaction.
  233. >"I'd probably meet them at a cafe for a coffee and rut..."
  234. >"Sage quit."
  235. >"Shutup Wheat Field!" She pushes him away.
  236. >Pinkie humms as you scratch her ear so you keep scratching it. Her tongue worms behind your left nut making you snicker.
  237. "No I mean like, how would you show them you really like them? You know?"
  238. >She seems to ponder for a moment before leaning forward on the table and licking her lips.
  239. >"Well, since you asked. I'd make sure I get nice and worked up for our meeting, maybe run a few laps around town since he'd like me nice and dirty."
  240. >You nod and lean in, completely enthralled with her explanation.
  241. >"Then. I'd get him to order me something, a pastry...maybe a cookie."
  242. >Dang Dash kinda did that didn't she?
  243. "Yeah? Then what?"
  244. >Her tone comes back barely louder than a whisper.
  245. >"Then I'd make him sweeten it with his cum and eat it bit by bit while he licks my--"
  246. >"Sage I said quit it!" Her brother swats the back of her head with the menu.
  247. >With a groan and a dopey grin, Pinkie surfaces and wipes her muzzle clear of evidence... with her gooey hoof...then the dry hoof.
  248. >"Yeah, you might wanna not take advice from Sage." She whispers, "She's kinda a pervert."
  249. >Says the mare who just rubbed off while sniffing your nuts in public.
  250. >"But seriously dude, after that I'd get us alone together. Maybe to try something new or something I'd never tried with another stallion...which isn't much." Sage ponders.
  251. >"Not much at all."
  252. >"Heheh!" Pinkie laughs in agreement.
  253. >If Sage's advice was to be taken seriously, it might just fit Dash's profile.
  254. >Actually...
  255. >Nah.
  256. "Thanks Sage!" You wave bye and she sighs disappointedly before turning to face her brother.
  257. >You can't tear your eyes away as a blush spreads across both yours and Pinkie's faces.
  258. >You reach for your pants and put them on before you have to explain an awkward boner.
  259. "Y-you were done, right?" You stutter amidst the background noises.
  260. >"Yep." Pinkie's still watching. Was that surprise on her face?
  261. >You glance back to see some blueberries being used very creatively on a very embarrassed participant.
  262. "Sheesh. Some ponies man." You zip up your shorts.
  263. >Pinkie wipes the streak of pegasus and human cum from her nose.
  264. >"Yeah man, some ponies."
  265. >Only after interrogating you on your movie night plans does the pink mare trot back to the sales counter, trailing some fresh pheromones.
  266. >You gather yourself and make your way back home.
  267. >Home being the budget apartments at the edge of town.
  268. >As you make your way through the busy streets, you reflect on your first time here.
  269. >It was a bit deceiving how everything looked so normal on the surface, ponies milled about, happily chatting about the weather or whatnot.
  270. >There were very few indications that nearly no one had any shame when it came to their bodily needs.
  271. >The fact that clothing was nonexistent should've tipped you off.
  272. >But it wasn't until one morning a month ago when a certain pegasus mare chose greeting you with her wet lips that you figured out something was up.
  273. >Be it coincidence or lack of awareness, you hadn't seen any overtly sexual acts in public up until that point.
  274. >A lot changed that day.
  275. >For the better too.
  276. >Needless to say that may be why you always felt partial to Dash. She was your first after all.
  277. >What are you talking about?
  278. >You're just friends. Pinkie's gossip is just getting to your head.
  279. >You freeze in your tracks before you walk past the Carousel Boutique.
  280. >You had a few new shirts on order from Rarity and she was the only one who could properly dry clean the delicate shirt you were wearing anyways. Might as well stop in and say hi.
  281. >A short knock precludes your entry.
  282. >"I'll be with you in just a moment!" Comes her sing-song voice from somewhere in the back.
  283. >She seems to be talking to somepony else...probably in the middle of a custom fitting.
  284. "Ok, take your time!" You close the door behind you.
  285. >You take off your sweat-stained shirt while you wait, turning over the damp fabric in your hands.
  286. >A few cyan hairs pop out--vibrant against the maroon background.
  287. >The scent of pegasus sweat starts to tickle your nose.
  288. >She really wasn't that bad. A bit spicy maybe, but with a soft, earthy overtone...what's the word...
  289. >Petrichor. The smell of fresh rain on dry dirt.
  290. >That's it, she smelled like rainy BO.
  291. >You chuckle to yourself. How cool is that?
  292. >The Rainbow pony smells like rain.
  293. >"Anon! I thought that was your voice!"
  294. >You snap out of your trance and fold up the shirt.
  295. "Hey Rarity. Just wanted to stop by and see if my t-shirts were finished?"
  296. >She quirks a brow and smiles.
  297. >"I see you're quite eager to try them on already?"
  298. >You look down at your bare torso.
  299. "Oh, no uhm...I mean yes. I just, this one got a little messy."
  300. >"Oh, quite understandable darling, I can take care of that for you in a snap."
  301. >She reaches for a dry-cleaning tag.
  302. >You hesitate.
  303. "Actually..."
  304. >Don't do it. You're just going to make things weird.
  305. "...it's fine. Just spilled some water on it is all."
  306. >Aw shit you've gone and done it now.
  307. >Your cheeks flush and you feel guilty like you just stole some panties or something.
  308. >It wasn't that bad was it?
  309. >It was just a comforting smell...
  310. >Yeah, no you're a pervert.
  311. >What would she think of you if she found out you were stealing her scent for...whatever it is you plan to do with it?
  312. >Well it wasn't stealing, it was more like pirating.
  313. >And since when have you been into musk?
  314. >"Darling are you alright? I asked if you could follow me back to the fitting room?"
  315. >Did she? You didn't even hear her.
  316. "S-Sorry! Coming!"
  317. >You follow her to the back room and notice another mare you didn't recognize sifting through some articles of clothing.
  318. >"Take a seat Anon." She points to the bench as she trots over to her clothing rack.
  319. >You do as you're told, and enjoy the scenery as she filters through the dozens of finished products.
  320. >Something catches your eye, and you lean over to get a better look.
  321. "Hey, Rarity, is that a plug I see?"
  322. >You point at the glittery item peeking out from under her tail.
  323. >"Oh? This?" She looks back and pulls her tail to the side, presenting her bare pink genitals, complete with a gem-studded butt plug.
  324. >You'd be lying if you said the sight didn't get a rise out of you.
  325. >Even with how accessible sex is, and how recently you just came, you find yourself rearing to go again.
  326. >"You haven't seen it before? I could've sworn I had it in last time we fornicated."
  327. "Nope, never seen it. It looks nice though!"
  328. >Your other head agrees.
  329. >"Oh how sweet of you darling! I find it makes it easier to entertain company back there."
  330. "Interesting, so do you have different sizes or...?"
  331. >"Mhm!" She nods and unhooks your shirts after finally finding them.
  332. >She floats them over to you on a blue aura before making her way over to you.
  333. >You start trying on the first shirt as she explains.
  334. >"Most mares start off small and work their way up to a medium size. This is somewhere in between."
  335. >A blue aura drops the item in question into your other hand.
  336. >"I find it keeps me just loose enough that it's not uncomfortable and just tight enough to satisfy."
  337. "That's...very considerate of you."
  338. >You examine the sizable metal spade-like object. It was a lot longer than you thought it'd be, and warmer.
  339. >The polished metal stud is a bit tacky on your fingers as you hand it back to her.
  340. >Rather than take it she just turns around a lifts her tail--revealing the slightly agape cherry red orifice it originated from.
  341. >"If you would moisten it a bit please..."
  342. >You glance awkwardly at the other mare in the fitting room, she was going about her own business but spares a glance your direction.
  343. >You pop the plug in your mouth and lather it with your tongue before pulling it out like a lollipop and pressing it back in.
  344. >For some reason, the sight of her wrinkled anus stretching to fit the bulb is extremely satisfying.
  345. >Almost as satisfying as it is to feel her plothole clench as you bottom it out and give it a twist.
  346. >"Mgh! Thank you."
  347. >She turns around to check the fit of your shirt.
  348. >"Good. Next one."
  349. >You repeat the process with the next article of clothing, this time a button-up.
  350. >"Why are you interested? Do you want to borrow my training plugs--"
  351. "--No! Ahh, not my cup of tea."
  352. >She smirks. "With how much time you spend with mares I'd say that's not exactly surprising."
  353. "I was just asking because Dash and I...uh."
  354. >"Oh? Rainbow was asking about it?"
  355. >Should've kept your mouth shut.
  356. >Now she's going to be mad at you for spilling her secret.
  357. "Well, not exactly."
  358. >"Oh do tell dear, is she trying to branch out and try something new?"
  359. >You sigh in defeat.
  360. "Lately she's been asking me to slip some fingers up her plot, but she's been too nervous to try anal. She's coming over tonight for a movie and...aww..."
  361. >Spilled the beans there too dumbass.
  362. >"A movie night? That sounds fun! What time?"
  363. >You rub the back of your neck.
  364. "Around seven...anyways, I was going to see if she wanted to give it a shot."
  365. >"Hmm...that should work with my schedule."
  366. "Rarity."
  367. >"Oh yes, sorry, um...well that's an improvement I suppose."
  368. >She checks the fit of your final shirt and you take it off.
  369. >After a quick glance down at the tent in your trousers, you shuffle out of those as well.
  370. >If she's going to crash your party you're going to crash her ass.
  371. >Rarity levitates over a bottle of lubricant and passes it off to you.
  372. "Wait, an improvement?"
  373. >She looks at you with mild surprise. "Yes, she's always been a bit bashful of her plothole, I'm surprised she's even going as far as talking to you about it."
  374. "Really? Since when?"
  375. >"Since forever darling. As far as I am aware your appendages are the only thing she's let anywhere near her."
  376. "Huh. I had no idea."
  377. >You squeeze the bottle only to find that it's empty.
  378. "Um...you're out of lube. Do you want to just..."
  379. >She looks over at you as her pert anus distends and pushes out her plug into her waiting hoof.
  380. >"Oh, I could've sworn that was full a week ago."
  381. >She sighs and leans in, her nose doting around your already sticky tip a few times as her hot breath makes you throb.
  382. >The thoughts filling her mind are a mystery to you as she smells her rainbow friend's scent lathered all over your midsection.
  383. >"In her defense, it's a big step for most mares."
  384. >She takes you into the hilt in one gulp. Her talented tongue escapes her bottom lip to taste your balls.
  385. "Why's that--ngh!"
  386. >The tickle of magic rippling up your gooch jerks your hips forward as you reflexively thrust into Rarity's warm maw.
  387. >The refined mare gags, her eyes squinting as she pulls off in momentary discomfort--a thick string of saliva connecting your member to the back of her tongue.
  388. >"Gah! Ahem!"
  389. >She composes herself and blinks away some tears.
  390. "Sorry!"
  391. >"Whatever for darling?"
  392. >Your turgid spire was slicked with dripping pony spit so you don't waste any more time positioning against one another.
  393. >Rarity lays on the bench next to you and you lean down to hock a wad of spit on her plothole.
  394. >She remembers her train of thought as you massage it in.
  395. >"Well, it's a bit of a trust thing you see. Until you get more experienced like myself, it's rather frightening to feel a cock there...especially if the stallion's a bit driven."
  396. "Yeah, well I don't blame you. You mares are too good to us you know."
  397. >She nods, "Well, I am the element of generosity, and if that's any indication, I would suspect the element of loyalty would need to feel like her relationship is more than a just heated romp before she opens herself up in that way."
  398. >You position your tip against her and start pressing.
  399. >Her clench immediately relaxes and she lets you pierce her well-trained anus.
  400. "You think so? She's always shied away from those sorts of 'mushy' conversations."
  401. >The unicorn smirks as a forceful thrust sends a jiggle through her rump, "Of course she does. She's always been shy about that sort of thing, but her actions won't lie."
  402. >You smile and give her tail a playful tug as you come to a stop buried balls deep in her plothole.
  403. "So you think she's hinting at something?"
  404. >Her magic tickles your back door and forces you to thrust quite forcefully into her.
  405. >She snickers as you fall back to a steady rhythm, "I don't think the only reason she's broaching the topic with you is because of your magic fingers, I'll put it that way."
  406. "But why not, she's always-ngh! Talking about how great they are!"
  407. >You reach down between her hindlegs to grope her squishy teats.
  408. >"Oh dear, you still don't understand how mares work."
  409. >She readjusts to lay on her back, spreading her legs and giving you a glimpse of her winking clit.
  410. >"I think you should be focusing more on how you plan on popping her plot cherry."
  411. >You grab her thigh and push back into her rectum, your balls tucking nicely into her dock.
  412. "What is there to plan?"
  413. >"Oh all sorts of things! If you handle a brand-new mare like you're handling me you might just scare her into next week!"
  414. >You pause.
  415. >"...Please keep going, I'm far from fragile."
  416. >You continue to buttfuck.
  417. "Ok so take it slow, what else?"
  418. >She sighs, "I'm afraid sex has lost its intimate appeal in today’s culture."
  419. >You move your other hand to get a better grip on her hips; she moves it back to her teats.
  420. >"This is a trust exercise between you two, you can't take it lightly or else you'll alienate her."
  421. "I'm not taking it lightly I lll...like her!"
  422. >Why did you slur your L like you were indecisive about your word choice?
  423. >"I know you do, Anon, and that's why we're having this conversation."
  424. >Her forehoof touches your hand and makes you pause, "Just calm down and let me help you."
  425. >Calm down.
  426. >You are calm.
  427. >Heavy breathing, the sweat on your brow, and the froth of fuck juices piled up on Rarity's flushed red anus say otherwise.
  428. >You didn't take the situation between you and Dash lightly. She may be a tough cookie to crack but she had a soft, gooey interior that was very fragile indeed.
  429. >...so...so gooey
  430. >"Anon, are you listening?"
  431. "Yes!"
  432. >She quirks a brow but continues anyways, "Alright, listen. Every mare is different. How you work up to it is something only you two can figure out, but I can show you a few tricks that will make her happy with her rut."
  433. >Rarity has your attention back immediately.
  434. "I'm all ears!"
  435. >"Good." She readjusts and tucks her hindlegs to her abdomen. Her tract immediately loosens up and you find yourself sink suddenly to the hilt with the resistance mostly gone.
  436. >"Holding her legs up like this will make it easier for her to pass you...as I'm sure you can tell."
  437. >You give a few experimental thrusts and notice your dick sinks into her slick butthole almost as easily as it did her pussy.
  438. "Whoa! Yeah, that's a lot smoother."
  439. >She nods, "She'll barely be able to clench so she'll feel very vulnerable if you do this. If it's the only way she'll take you, be gentle with her."
  440. >You nod, feeling some burden of responsibility with this newfound power of sorts.
  441. >"For your first time I'd also recommend you do away with the humping motion; rather, just stay inside her so she can get used to the sensation."
  442. >She uses magic to freeze your hips as you hilt, keeping you balls deep as you throb against her warmth.
  443. >"Thrusting creates friction, friction creates heat which will dry her out and cause her most sensitive parts to chafe. It may not be the most stimulating for you but she'll definitely appreciate your patience."
  444. >You reach down to stream her messy tail between your legs, her winking seems to have tapered off so you graciously circle her clit to work her up again.
  445. >She moans as her lips twitch and expel a drop of crystal-clear juice.
  446. "How can I tell if she's enjoying it?"
  447. >Her sphincter clenches around your cock root and forces you to flare deep in her butt.
  448. >"She'll let you know." Rarity responds with a flushed smile.
  449. >"Now, for a bit of extra credit you can rub on a hot spot most mares have."
  450. >Her hindlegs clamp around your waist as she circles her rump around your piercing flesh.
  451. >"Right...around...there!" She grunts and clenches hard.
  452. >You feel your member pushing towards the back of her tract, the underside of your rod rubbing against a particularly noticeable bump.
  453. >Interesting.
  454. >"A few dozen nudges against that will be enough to finish even the most experienced of mares."
  455. >Rarity takes it upon herself to rub it against you as she groans.
  456. >Her marehood leaks against your pubes.
  457. >Sticky strings squelch lewdly as they span between her muff and your crotch.
  458. >If the matron of sex herself was having this much fun you can't help but imagine what Dash's virgin reaction will be.
  459. >You still remember the expression on her face when you were able to hit her G-Spot and finger her clit at the same time.
  460. >Apparently, she'd never had that done before.
  461. >You've never gotten so many happy pony kisses in your life.
  462. >That was a fun day, and not just because of the sex.
  463. >What you'd give to experience something like that again.
  464. >To feel her tremble and squeal, unable to express anything but pleasure.
  465. >To see the look of submissive content in her magenta eyes as she leans in to lick your face.
  466. >To feel her hot breath and soft fur in all the right places as she snuggles up against you without a care in the world.
  467. >Your joints strain and your cock swells as the physical manifestation of your emotions surfaces rather explosively in Rarity's plot.
  468. "Ahh...Dash..."
  469. >All you can feel is the seed flowing from you--into the hole that's so graciously milking you for all you're worth.
  470. >The sound of giggling finally convinces you to open your eyes.
  471. >You see the other mare in the fitting room lounged against the back wall, a juice-slick coat hanger prodding at her clenching labia.
  472. >She's obviously been enjoying the show.
  473. >"Hehehe! Sorry Rarity, I'm afraid you're not getting any gratitude from this one."
  474. >Rarity just smiles, "Oh it doesn't bother me any, Coco. It's actually kind of cute don't you think?"
  475. "Who? What are you talking about?"
  476. >The daze of pleasure almost made you forget where you were at...and who you were in.
  477. >The mare apparently named Coco just hums in agreement and stirs at her cleft some more, "I was kinda hoping you'd leave some stamina in him for me."
  478. >The pearly unicorn releases her hold on your hips, letting you slide out and uncork the dam of cum that gushes from her rectum.
  479. >A sizable wet spot on your lower belly--adjacent to her marehood a moment ago--told you she found the relief she was looking for.
  480. >"Sorry but I'm afraid to say there's not much left in him after that little daydream!"
  481. >She moves to clean up.
  482. "What daydream, what are you talking about?" You...didn't say her name out loud did you?
  483. >"Oh that's just adorable!" Coco squees, "Would you be a gentlecolt and lend me a hoof?"
  484. "Uh...I guess."
  485. >The two grinning mares are enjoying their little secret too much to let you in on it.
  486. >You sigh and walk over to her, your post-ejection erection dripping a mix of clear and white cum.
  487. >Her eyes gleam as she spreads her legs and watches you guide down into her messy, musky hole.
  488. >Soft labia squelch as you part them with your naked, slimy penis.
  489. "Not sure how much longer this'll last."
  490. >"Oh don't you worry stud, I'll be there in jippy!"
  491. >You press back into another warm hole, this one much squishier and wetter than Rarity's plot.
  492. >A decent bit looser too.
  493. >A myriad of glistening juices pile up on her lips as you hilt, but all you can think about is what was going through your head in that last moment of climax.
  494. >"Mmm...there's still so much cum."
  495. >She grabs your hips and slouches farther against the wall as she gyrates against you.
  496. >You make sure she's on cruise control before letting your thoughts wander.
  497. >Did you really feel that strongly about Dash? Or was she just your favorite fuck?
  498. >Regardless of what you think you find yourself loosing temper.
  499. >You lean in to Coco's muzzle and meet her in a deep tongue kiss.
  500. >Your thoughts race to this morning, and the feeling of Rainbow snickering as you tasted her happy smile.
  501. >The taste of her mouth was different; it's shape: narrower. The rainbow mare's movements were excited and happy, rather than lusty--a difference you could tell as you kissed the horny earth mare.
  502. >The pegasus always licked at your tongue like it was a reward in itself too, rather than simply dodge around it.
  503. >"Oooh!"
  504. >The pony you're rutting against the wall screams and jerks wildly, her hindlegs twitch as a warm rush of stringy fluid sprays out of her cleft and across the floor--expelling your now limp dick in an audible queef.
  505. >Good timing.
  506. >You weren't going to keep her going much longer...especially not with how much perfume she was wearing.
  507. >You find yourself longing for the pure, earthy scent of your friend; in anything just to relax against and enjoy the afterglow.
  508. >Her wingpits always smelled like rain.
  509. >"Oh Celestia that was good! Thank you, Anon."
  510. >Her slick muzzle sucks another kiss from your lips before she slumps to her hooves.
  511. >Back to reality, Anon.
  512. "No problem, Coco. It was nice to meet you. I haven't seen you around here before, are you friends with Rarity?"
  513. >"Only the best of friends!" Rarity responds from the other side of the room.
  514. >She's still trying to dry her plothole with a rag.
  515. >You put on your new button up first, before Coco cordially pulls you to the bathroom to wash off her mess.
  516. >Her soft hooves hand you a wet rag before she wets one of her own and starts wiping down her crotch.
  517. >"Sorry about that I haven't squirted on a cock in months!"
  518. "Don't apologize, I'm just surprised I could work it out of you going soft like that."
  519. >She giggles and flushes, "Heh, don't sell yourself short hot stuff!"
  520. >You finish cleaning yourselves and Coco grabs a dry towel to dry off. She flosses it between her hindlegs before hoofing it to you.
  521. >You almost swap it for a fresh towel, but offending her wasn't worth the risk.
  522. >It'd still be the cleanest you've been of mare cunt all day.
  523. >You file out of the bathroom and finish dressing before heading for the door just as a stallion and his marefriend walk in clearly looking to do business.
  524. "Well, I won't keep you any longer. Thanks again for all the advice, Rarity!"
  525. >You take a knee and give the mare a hug before pulling back to plant a lingering kiss on her mouth.
  526. >She was a good friend and definitely lived up to her reputation as the element of generosity.
  527. >She smiles and wipes her lips.
  528. >"Anytime dear. Have fun tonight!"
  529. >You sigh as you make your way back to your apartment.
  530. >Today did not go as planned.
  531. >Not that you had any particular plans for it, but it still didn't work out how you would've liked.
  532. >Normally, nothing could keep a grin off your face after mating three mares in an hour, but your thoughts wouldn't allow you a peaceful moment.
  533. >Mainly because you'd single handedly scuttled your plans for tonight.
  534. >It was supposed to just be you and Rainbow.
  535. >A good old-fashioned popcorn and movie-style shindig.
  536. >The kind that made you reminisce of the few childhood sleepovers you had with friends.
  537. >Somehow the added company could turn your unremarkable basement and boring videogames into a whole new exciting adventure.
  538. >And that's what you felt when Dash was around.
  539. >She really came out of her shell when she was alone with you, and that was fun.
  540. >She made life exciting again.
  541. >But with the whole slew of ponies showing up, it wasn't going to be like that.
  542. >There wouldn't be any snuggles under the blanket, or shared bowls of popcorn, or dramatic leaps forward in sexual experience and trust.
  543. >She'd never allow such a strike on her reputation.
  544. >There'd be other mares, sure. Others that would be more than amenable with whatever you could dream up, but...you didn't want that.
  545. >Why is it that human greed is never satisfied?
  546. >You could have all the mare puss in the world lined up in front of you and still wish for more.
  547. >But you don't want more, you want less.
  548. >You just want to spend some quality time with your best friend...is that so wrong?
  549. >"Anon!"
  550. >Your eyes snap to a diminutive young dragon blocking your path.
  551. "Spike!" You respond with mock astonishment.
  552. >"Twilight's...are you mocking me?"
  553. "No."
  554. >"Twilight told me to tell you that she knows what you don't know and didn't know if you knew that she knew what you don't know and is willing to help."
  555. "...So is that a question, or..."
  556. >"Just come on she wants to talk!"
  557. "Uhh...are you sure she's not tangled up in another violating vine spell and needs me to come untangle her?"
  558. >"No not this time."
  559. >What is this cryptic nonsense?
  560. "Fine, but only because you almost passed out asking me."
  561. >To be honest, the princess of friendship was a bit exhausting.
  562. >If it wasn't some sort of experiment or inspection, it was some other perverted stunt disguised as an experiment or inspection.
  563. >It's like she couldn't just ask for dick.
  564. >Spike leads the way and you follow along.
  565. >You had a few hours before seven anyways, and you might get some fresh ideas along the way.
  566. >What could go wrong?
  567. "You know, I don't think that's what she actually said."
  568. >He quirks a brow at you.
  569. >"I think you forgot what she said and remembered bits and pieces that somehow fit together in a coherent sentence and then refused to admit it knowing I'd probably just count it as one of Twilight's inane ramblings."
  570. >He just huffs and looks forward.
  571. >You really shouldn't be such a dick.
  572. >And you wouldn't be, except that whenever he got horny he really turned into some soulless pussymonger.
  573. >Other ponies tolerated it, but you didn't take that shit.
  574. >And he definitely was not going to touch Dash.
  575. >...
  576. >Stop thinking about her.
  577.  
  578.  
  579. >To her credit, Twilight wasn't wrapped up in a tentacle monster or experimenting with a futa spell.
  580. >The purple book horse was actually reading a book when you walked in.
  581. >"Anon! So glad Spike found you!"
  582. "What's up Twi, you needed to talk?"
  583. >You look around cautiously, ready to run at the first sign of perverted mischief.
  584. >"I do actually, you see, I just got this new text in from the Canterlot archives and I was hoping you could lend a...hand."
  585. >She had to think about that last bit.
  586. >She was pretty thoughtful.
  587. >And a good friend.
  588. >Maybe you shouldn't be so hard on the mare.
  589. "I've got an hour or so, what do you need me to..."
  590. >You get close enough to read the title on the spine of the archaic looking book.
  591. >'Erotic Whispers of the Equine Form'
  592. >Should've known.
  593. >"Well, see I'm on this section about interspecies sex cues and you're really the only male of another species I'm comfortable experimenting with and--"
  594. "--Hold on. First off: I'm happy that you're comfortable experimenting on me...I guess."
  595. >The purple unicorn beams a radiant grin.
  596. "Second: If this experiment involves magic tendrils tickling my taint I am going to walk the fuck out of here so fast!--"
  597. >"--I promised you I wouldn't try that again!"
  598. "You also promised not to grow a dick in the middle of sex but look what happened last time!"
  599. >"That was important research! I needed to see if simultaneous orgasm was possible with post-coital magic manipulations! Besides, you were taking me from behind and didn't even notice!"
  600. "Well I noticed the half liter of your pony jizz that stained my carpet. I think it's safe to say you owe me a nice normal, dickless, pleasant evening."
  601. >She turns back to her book slightly miffed, "Well I had planned a nice normal, dickless, pleasant meeting, for your information."
  602. >Aww, now she's all pouty and upset.
  603. >You kneel down and pinch her cute cheeks.
  604. "You're an adorable little princess but I already finished twice this afternoon and I'm spent."
  605. >She quirks a brow.
  606. >"Yeah I know. I'm not trying to rut you."
  607. >Wait what?
  608. >"My brother was the one who brought the book down for me and he left me a bit sore."
  609. >That explains the perpetually horny mare being unusually celibate, but how did she know?
  610. "How did you know?"
  611. >She snorts at your shocked expression and kisses your nose.
  612. >Her warm lips feel refreshingly moist and affectionate, and it proves she's not actually mad at you.
  613. >"Really? 'Movie night at Anon's house' is practically the talk of the town."
  614. >Oh shit.
  615. "How!?"
  616. >"You thought you could talk about a party around Pinkie and she wouldn't catch on?" Twilight smiles knowingly.
  617. "It's not even a party, it was supposed to just be me and Dash and...don't give me that look!"
  618. >Twilight's bemused smirk and judgmental gaze seem to pick you apart.
  619. >"I'm not giving you any look."
  620. "Yes you are! You all think it's some sort of budding romance but we just wanted to hang out alone for a bit like we have a thousand times before!"
  621. >"You all?" She perks an ear.
  622. "Yeah, Rarity gave me the same look. And Coco Pommel, but that might've just been her horny face I don't know I just met her."
  623. >"Two mares in one morning and all you can think about is tonight with Rainbow?"
  624. "Three, I was getting off with Dash when I spoke with Pinkie."
  625. >She just smirks wider and blinks.
  626. "Ok that sounds bad, the truth is we've been working on something together that she's a bit shy about and tonight was supposed to be a big step in that but...whatever!"
  627. >That sounds worse.
  628. >"Hey, look on the bright side. Pinkie hasn't extended any invitations on your behalf...yet...that I know of." She rubs her jaw with her hoof.
  629. "Great. I guess."
  630. >You sigh.
  631. >You still have all the ponies you invited you blundering idiot.
  632. >You feel a hoof on your shoulder.
  633. >"Hey, you two are best friends, I'm sure she'll understand."
  634. >You collapse onto your back next to her; defeated.
  635. "I hope so."
  636. >"Now lets get to experimenting, I think you'll find it more interesting than you expected."
  637. "Why do you say that?"
  638. >"No reason. Let's get started! Paragraph one: The hooves are an often overlooked part of the arousal matrix, especially with non-equine partners..."
  639. >Her voice is so light and happy, how does it put you to sleep so fast?
  640. >Your fingers sift through the carpet as the mare drones on next to you.
  641. >This feels like new carpet.
  642. >Nice carpet.
  643. >Lush.
  644. >Heheh, like Dash's breast tuft.
  645. >"Anon!"
  646. >Your eyes snap open.
  647. >"The next time you fall asleep I'm going to magic myself a penis and teabag you!"
  648. "Alright, I used that term one time--"
  649. >"--As you were dangling your testes in my face."
  650. "...Y-yes, but that doesn't mean you can go around using that word and scarring ponies with the sight of your abnormally large magical balls."
  651. >You hold eye contact for a moment.
  652. >"My point still stands."
  653. "Ok I'll stay awake! Geez!"
  654. >You roll over to face her as she continues reading, your free hand idly combs through her mane to straighten it.
  655. >She had the nerdiest mane style.
  656. >"Ok now it says here that the three things most species don't understand about the pegasus are body language, scent, and intimate behavior."
  657. "Pegasus? I thought you were an alicorn?"
  658. >Her eyes shift uncomfortably, "I am, but...I'm reading up on my acquired pegasi traits."
  659. >Interesting.
  660. >"Here."
  661. >She places a forehoof near your face.
  662. "What?"
  663. >"Take my hoof!"
  664. >You take hold of the purple hoof awkwardly.
  665. >Her eyes scan the page in front of her nose.
  666. >"Now start rubbing from the base of the frog upwards."
  667. >Your thumbs start working the soft, spongy pad, one digit on either side of the cleft in her frog.
  668. >It feels squishy and rubbery.
  669. >Rubbing hooves would be a good replacement for squeezing those stress ball things.
  670. >Much to your surprise it makes her squirm.
  671. >"Ooohohohooo...that's good."
  672. "Is it?"
  673. >You watch her face melt with relaxation as you knead her underhoof.
  674. >For the equivalent of a foot, it was surprisingly clean.
  675. >You mix it up and start digging around the edge of her frog with your thumb tips.
  676. >Her foreleg jerks as if you were tickling her, but she doesn't try to keep it from you.
  677. >"I never knew your fingers could do this...ahhhh..."
  678. >You massage her pad until it's nice and pink, then move on to her other hoof.
  679. >She rolls over to give it to you.
  680. >Splayed on her back, it's quite obvious how soothing the experience is.
  681. >And arousing.
  682. >Her wings begging to unfurl as you finish up.
  683. "Twilight?" She cracks open an eye, "Is this part of the body language thing?"
  684. >"Huh? Oh, yes. Umm...when a mare's wings unfurl it means she's let her guard down in your presence."
  685. "Her guard? What is every mare paranoid or something?"
  686. >"No, well, yes...sort of."
  687. >You reach out and grab her hind hoof to massage it while she continues explaining.
  688. >"Pegasi are more, shall we say, primal creatures. They tend to be more combative and reserved which is why they aren't always the most amenable when you approach them for a rut."
  689. "That's not my experience."
  690. >"Well how many pegasi have you had intercourse with?"
  691. "Three, four if you count the one that gave me a muzzlejob."
  692. >"And how well did you know them?"
  693. "Well, uh, Dash, Fluttershy, wait do you count?"
  694. >"No Alicorns aren't exactly the same when it comes to temperament."
  695. >Then why is she studying the pegasus section?
  696. >Never mind.
  697. "Uhh...ok, Dash brought over Fleetfoot when she learned I hadn't done a threesome, and I honestly don't remember who that mare was that sucked me off at Haypatty Paradise."
  698. >Twilight nods, "There's always outliers, but you and Dash...pretty close there I'd say."
  699. >You blush and look away.
  700. "I'd say so yeah."
  701. >"Fluttershy knows you well."
  702. >You nod.
  703. >"And Fleetfoot most likely had sex with you because she trusted Dash's judgement. I'm guessing it wasn't just a quick rut?"
  704. "No, it was a whole ordeal. The three of us got dinner together, then we came back and talked for an hour. I just remember her being really kissy and she kept trying to show off her wings or something."
  705. >"Pegasi kiss for intimacy whereas most unicorns and earth ponies kiss for utility."
  706. "Utility?" You lean up and peck her lips.
  707. >Tastes like book horse and coffee.
  708. >She smirks, "I'll admit it's pretty fun too, but what's really neat is why it's fun."
  709. >Oh here we go.
  710. >"The sharing of saliva has long been understood to function as a bolster of the immune system, which is of great benefit to close communities."
  711. >You nod, then lean in to smooch her rambling lips.
  712. >You're going to keep this up until she stops.
  713. >She barely pauses.
  714. >"For decades researches couldn't understand why ponies only manifested this behavior with friends and acquaintances, until one stallion by the name of Co-thpth!--"
  715. --*smooch
  716. >"...discovered that the carrying capacity of the immune system was too small to safely proffer oral intimacy with more than twenty to thirty ponies at a-tthp!--"
  717. --*smooch
  718. "...time so-mmleh!--"
  719. --*smooch
  720. >"...Listen! This is where it gets interesting!"
  721. >You lean back and watch her explain with an amused expression.
  722. >"Most ponies' natural instinct makes them uncomfortable kissing outside of this number, but pegasi have a weaker immune system than most due to their hollow bone structure. This means they need lots of supplemental help while simultaneously being limited to only a hoofull of oral partners."
  723. "Supplemental help?"
  724. >You peck her now wet lips in the brief interlude and she snorts playfully.
  725. >"It means they need a steadier immune stimulant to keep their white blood cell count up."
  726. "In laypony's terms?"
  727. >"They need to kiss more frequently with a few partners that they choose very carefully, which is why they've evolved to see it as intimate rather than a simple greeting."
  728. >That would explain why Dash was always strangely exuberant and diligent to get her smooches, and why Fluttershy was strangely devoid of oral expressions.
  729. >You were part of Dash's kissy group and not Fluttershy’s.
  730. >That was actually pretty cool.
  731. >You should talk to book princess more often.
  732. "So ponies naturally regulate their number of smooching buddies by what, instinct?"
  733. >"Yep! Most of the time it manifests as whether or not we feel comfortable with it."
  734. "Wait, so you had to stop kissing somepony else to start kissing me?"
  735. >She chuckles.
  736. >"Hahaha! No, but I can say Rainbow hasn't once touched my muzzle since you've shown up."
  737. >Huh.
  738. >"Oh and when Fleetfoot was 'showing off her wings,' that was probably just her strutting."
  739. >The pregnant pause draws your inquisitive eyes to hers.
  740. >You stare at her and drop her hoof.
  741. "Is making people ask you questions your fetish or something?"
  742. >Twilight tucks her ears; her only response is her growing blush.
  743. "Oh my god. Fine!"
  744. >You collect yourself and lean in to press your lips to her furry ones. Your tongue darts in to pry the sharp edges of her front teeth--tasting her breath as much as the flavor of her coffee. You kiss away the string of spit before you pull away.
  745. "Oh princess...I'm desperate for an answer only your infinite wisdom can bestow."
  746. >Her eyes waver a bit as your hand strokes across the sensitive skin of her wingpit.
  747. >Was this actually turning her on?
  748. >You cup her cheek and lean in to playfully bite her neck; then up, nibbling her jaw...farther, to whisper in her ear.
  749. "What's the definition of strutting?"
  750. >You drift over to nibble behind her ear, only to catch a bit of her stray mane on your tongue.
  751. >Your joke comes back to bite you on the ass, or more accurately, the tongue as the aroused mare registers your satirical dirty talk as legitimate.
  752. >Her muzzle burrows into your smacking maw as her sloppy tongue swirls with yours amidst strands of stray mane.
  753. "Twalot! Stahh!"
  754. >She pulls away, panting heavily as her magic unbuttons your new shirt.
  755. >You pull her mane from your mouth and hers and push a finger to her muzzle to hold her back before she can dive in.
  756. >She just starts sucking on your finger.
  757. "Ok, a few things."
  758. >She sucks down on it like a lollipop and you can't hide your tired boner.
  759. "One. No." You pull your finger free with a wet...
  760. *pop!
  761. "Two. I like you but your breath smells like coffee."
  762. >That seems to snap her back into her wits enough that she pauses to smell her breath.
  763. "Three. That doesn't really bother me but I need to save some stamina for Dash tonight, even if nothing happens. Lastly: I actually don't know what you mean by strutting."
  764. >At this she sighs dejectedly.
  765. >Ok maybe that was too harsh.
  766. >Especially since you started it, sorta.
  767. "Ok ok ok, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. Let's just...keep going through this stuff and I'll see what I can do for you."
  768. >She perks up a bit.
  769. >"You mean you want to keep going through 'Erotic Whispers--"
  770. "'--of the Equine Form' yes! I'll play along with your fantasy but only because it's actually educational and I'm keeping my clothes on!"
  771. >She smiles excitedly and looks away.
  772. >"Well, it's more educational than fantasy and I am supposed to teach you about..."
  773. >She trails off and stares at you wide eyed.
  774. "What?"
  775. >"I-I meant uh...this is part of your Equestrian indoctrination-uhh...induction curriculum." Her eyes dart around nervously. "Yeah."
  776. >You thought you'd seen the last of that horrid program since you've adjusted to life here.
  777. >Half of it was learning how to hold a fork right, which apparently was like an ice pick according to Equestrian customs.
  778. >Still, you're not sure which verbal slip up to be concerned with.
  779. >Must just be her being her awkward self.
  780. "Whatever, just promise to let me know if you're going to squirt so I don't ruin my new shirt. Okay?"
  781. >She smiles excitedly. "Sure thing! Now where were we?"
  782. "Pegasus habits. The threesome with Dash and Fleet, she kept spreading her wing when I'd lean into her."
  783. >You took a heck of a detour.
  784. >"Oh right! So pegasi kiss for intimacy, and when they establish with a new partner they need to do it a lot to make sure their partner imprints on them."
  785. "Hence why she tried to kiss me every thirty seconds."
  786. >"Yes, and as far as strutting goes, that ties neatly into the second most misunderstood aspect of pegasi intimacy..."
  787. >She bites her lip and looks at you.
  788. >Dear Celestia you were actually doing this.
  789. "And what's that, miss Twilight?" You whisper against her lips as you nuzzle her nose.
  790. >She shudders as she nuzzles back into your touch.
  791. >A hoof suddenly hooks around your neck to pull your cheek against hers.
  792. >Her wing flares as her tongue tickles its way to your ear lobe.
  793. >"Scent." She breathes.
  794. >Interesting.
  795. "What does scent have to do with anything?"
  796. >One hand scratches behind her ear while the other runs up the leading edge of her erect wing.
  797. >Her hindlegs grind together a bit.
  798. >"Everything. Especially for the pegasus."
  799. >You plant a wet kiss on her mouth amidst the pause.
  800. >Eyes linger on the wetness left on each other's lips. Whether it was the lively mare or secondhand caffeine you were starting to feel more alert.
  801. >You fingers sift through her silken feathers.
  802. >You'd always admired wings, they were really beautiful in the right light.
  803. >Dash's wings were a good bit bigger and a lot stronger, but just as smooth.
  804. >If you had a fetish, this might just be one of them.
  805. >No. Your protesting erection needs a break.
  806. >"The scent of a stallion, his pheromones, are so crucial to the mating process that some mares have been known to become unable to be aroused when their mate switches scented shampoos."
  807. "Really? That's kinda...weird."
  808. >Twilight leans in to dip her muzzle behind your ear, sniffing audibly. "Weird or not, the more you understand it the more you'll be able to use it to turn a mare into putty."
  809. >Ok, this was starting to get you a little heated.
  810. >It was one thing if it was a common kink, but the fact that it was some primal aphrodisiac brought a whole new level of sexy to the encounter.
  811. "Keep going..."
  812. >You can almost hear her smile as her nose trails down your neck and under the collar of your shirt.
  813. >Short puffs of air tickle your bare skin.
  814. >She surfaces with a glossy look in her eye.
  815. >"The condition mostly affects a certain tribe of pegasi, it's another evolutionary holdover from having to find and successfully mate their partners in the dark of a sealed nest in harsh winters."
  816. >This nerd speak was pretty hot, actually.
  817. "Why are pegasuses so w-weird?"
  818. >You were too ashamed to admit weird wasn't exactly the word you'd use to describe it.
  819. >Twilight moves down your chest, unbuttoning your top button with dexterous lips and sniffing across your exposed chest.
  820. >"It's a bit extreme perhaps, but hardly unique. In fact..."
  821. >Her tongue flicks at your nipple.
  822. >No boner, you're doing this for her, not you.
  823. >"...a lot of ponies seek out pegasus partners because of that simple trait."
  824. >You shiver as she licks up your sternum.
  825. "How have I never heard about this?"
  826. >"It's something that appeals to a certain group. It tends to make things more drawn out and intimate and leads to a commitment beyond the casual encounter many are looking for."
  827. >That sounds strangely appealing, almost like an echo of your own thoughts.
  828. >Dammit you're not in love with her.
  829. "All that because of a nosy nose?"
  830. >"Not exactly, it also pairs with a tendency to become territorial."
  831. >You try to connect the dots as Twilight's tongue connects the space between your nipples.
  832. "Wait, so could that be why Dash and Fleet got into an argument over who would get my creampie."
  833. >Twilight nods as the full memory comes back.
  834. >"The added sexual selectivity pegasi exhibit make them inherently more territorial than any earth pony or unicorn; which is also probably why they each insisted on being inseminated."
  835. "I just thought it was strange because Dash never complained about me cumming outside of her before."
  836. >"Were you here only partner during those instances?"
  837. >Were you? There were other mares present, but they all sort of kept their distance.
  838. >Wow.
  839. >They were probably keeping their distance because Dash was a pegasus.
  840. >And pegasi were territorial.
  841. >That's why nopony ever tried to butt in between you and Dash when you were going at it.
  842. >That's why Pinkie waited until Dash flew off to get her fill this morning.
  843. >That's why Rarity hesitated for a moment when she smelled Dash's juices on you.
  844. "Yeah, I was."
  845. >You stare at her, shocked.
  846. >The princess just gives you a smug, 'bet you didn't know that' look.
  847. >"I love teaching you about mares." She coos.
  848. >You have no doubt.
  849. >Your hand trails down her side, across her belly and down to her spongy teats to softly grope them
  850. "And so the whole strutting thing is territorial...like uh, posturing?"
  851. >"You learn quick!"
  852. >She pops another button with magic.
  853. "Ah ah, remember our agreement?"
  854. >She blushes and furrows her brow.
  855. >"I um...was thinking that I could edge you, you know for later?"
  856. "What do you mean?"
  857. >"Just so you're ready to go tonight with Dash."
  858. "Well I mean nothing's going to happen with half the neighborhood watching--"
  859. >"A mare has needs Anon! And it's not satisfying when you're all covered up like this!"
  860. >That was quite the outburst.
  861. >You sigh.
  862. "Twilight I already told you I don't want to have sex!"
  863. >"And I already told you we're not going to! There's plenty left to learn and if you want to refill those balls faster than a snail’s pace you better take those clothes off!"
  864. >And there it is.
  865. >The kinky nerd comes out to play.
  866. "Ok, but I swear if you make me cum you're going to be the one explaining to Dash why I can't get it up."
  867. >She smiles mischievously, "Oh don't you worry about that."
  868. >This concerns you.
  869. >Nevertheless, you fearlessly face the unknown, placing your folded garments on the couch before returning to the rug next to her.
  870. >"Alright, I already talked to you about scent and pegasi, now it's my guess that Fleetfoot was expecting you to smell her which is why she raised her wing every time you leaned in."
  871. "Yeah, and I didn't because that would be weird."
  872. >"Anon! I know our culture is different to you but if you want to really leave a lasting impression on a mare you have to leave the sidelines!"
  873. >You sigh in defeat.
  874. "Ok, what do I do then?"
  875. >"The next time you see her lift her wing, nuzzle her wingpit."
  876. "I'm pretty sure it was a one time thing and even so that's literally the last thing I want to do."
  877. >"Just shutup and practice while I read what comes next!" She raises her wing and uses her magic to force your head into her wingpit.
  878. >Ok, maybe it wasn't the last thing you wanted to do.
  879. >But it wasn't the first thing.
  880. >It's just so dark and...soft and feathery.
  881. >You could feel the plush down feathers of her underwing cushioning your face like a plush blanket, and the sparse fur of her body was thin enough to feel her clammy skin shine through underneath it.
  882. >It smelled like sweat and Twilight.
  883. >Not as good as sweat and Dash, but not bad.
  884. >Realistically, it's probably the third or fourth thing you wanted to do.
  885. >What the fuck are you thinking?
  886. >You can't actually be into this, can you?
  887. >"Now it says here, upon the obvious acceptance of a partner's scent, the mare will likely reciprocate in a positive feedback loop of cuddly imprinting that can last anywhere from a few seconds to several hours."
  888. "It says that!?"
  889. >"It emphasizes obvious acceptance."
  890. "This isn't obvious to you?"
  891. >You rest your head in her wingpit, not because you wanted to but because it was sorta of warm and comfortable.
  892. >"How do I know you accept me and aren't just tolerating me?"
  893. "Uh...because I haven't left the room?"
  894. >"Come on Anon! You don't have a lot of time left and we still have the next page to get through!"
  895. "Ok!"
  896. >You grab hold of her and audibly sniff across the expanse of her wingpit.
  897. >Coincidentally, you erection throbs and pokes her in the teats.
  898. >She looks down at your penis with some shock.
  899. >"Fascinating! I had no idea the appeal of pheromones crossed species boundaries!"
  900. "Twilight that's not...agh!"
  901. >Honestly it might be.
  902. >There's no other explanation for why such a thing turned you on.
  903. "Ok now what!"
  904. >"Well, a response like that will likely expedite things, but otherwise this would continue until you both decide to move on."
  905. >The mare licks her lips before lifting your arm and burying her muzzle in your armpit.
  906. "This book is BS Twi! I've never seen any pegasi do this!"
  907. >"Well, you never know. It's a delicate exchange and it won't happen if you don't know how to read them."
  908. >She shifts farther down to aggressively huff the musk from your crotch.
  909. >"Besides, discouraging this behavior is the last thing you should ever do if you value the relationship...or want it to progress."
  910. >You stroke her horn as her muzzle nudges under your sack.
  911. "What do you mean, progress?"
  912. >You feel her twitching nose drift lower down your gooch.
  913. >That tickles.
  914. >"If you want to make her your marefriend."
  915. >You try to convince yourself its not her words that make you blush.
  916. "What makes you think I'd want a pegasus marefriend?"
  917. >Rather than wait for her to egg you on, you take the initiative.
  918. >You grab one hindleg and hoist it up to expose her pretty princess bits.
  919. >Her moist nether lips were a bit swollen from the beating her brother had given her, but apart from that they looked just as scrumptious as you remembered.
  920. >She was a decent bit pudgier down there, her teats and cheeks had some heft behind them that always made the most satisfying clapping sound when you went at it.
  921. >Your nose tickles the thin fur of her inner thigh; her fur grows warmer and her humid scent grows stronger until it plateaus in the damp crevice that held her meaty lips.
  922. >You nudge her spongy labia as you take in her scent.
  923. >Like pussy with a hint of lavender.
  924. >You really wish your boner would listen to you and stop twitching at the most inopportune times.
  925. >All it did was reinforce her misunderstanding that this whole thing was a turn on.
  926. >A warm muzzle presses against your erection, then a cheek--Twilight's horn pokes your leg as she rubs her face against your junk.
  927. "Twilight?"
  928. >The fluttering of her twitching dock snags your attention.
  929. >For a brief moment, the sight of her twitching plothole and winking clit captivates you.
  930. "Twilight!"
  931. >She snaps her head up to meet your gaze with a hazy look.
  932. >It makes you feel a bit more confident.
  933. "How does sex work when you have a m-marefriend?"
  934. >"I don't know what you mean, Anon."
  935. >She levitates the book in front of her face while letting her muzzle wander.
  936. >Her lips nibble at the loose skin of your balls and she draws in a few sharp breaths before licking the base of your cock.
  937. >You see no harm in it, you've got stamina to spare.
  938. >As her slender tongue idly wraps around the root of your penis, your finger probes her slimy slit to massage her clit.
  939. >Her dexterous lips make you throb and a bead of pre runs down your upright length as you grit your teeth.
  940. "Do you stop having sex with other ponies or..."
  941. >She licks up your drip without a second thought.
  942. >"It depends on the couple I guess...hmm...have you been eating pineapple?"
  943. >She smacks her mouth before her warm, wet tongue makes another aimed pass right at your urethral slit.
  944. "Agh! Yes I have, what do you mean it depends!"
  945. >You don't know why but you really needed an answer to this question.
  946. >Her hind hooves curl as you isolate her wrinkly bean.
  947. >"Ngh...Interesting. Here's something related to your question." She goes back to reading, "It says that the more bonded the pegasus is with you, the more likely they'll want to mark you."
  948. "Mark me? What like territory?"
  949. >"Precisely! The probability of marking behavior manifesting is directly proportional to the degree of attachment and the number of competitive mating opportunities." She reads straight from the book.
  950. >You trace your fingertip along the inside of her slick lip, circling her opening like a shark circling its prey.
  951. "So do you feel your pegasus side chomping at the bit to pee on me?"
  952. >She looks at you perplexed.
  953. >"Why in the world would I do that?"
  954. "I thought you just said..."
  955. >"Hahahahaha! No silly, that's a totally different kind of marking! Besides, you're my friend not my coltfriend!"
  956. >That's a relief.
  957. >"Though I suppose if you wanted me to--"
  958. "--No that's fine!"
  959. >She jerks again and you isolate that touchy spot just inside her slit with a circling finger.
  960. >Her tongue swipes your glans out of appreciation.
  961. >"Marking refers to a broad set of behaviors that span the spectrum of bodily contact from nuzzling up to but not including reflexive urination..." She trails off as she finishes the sentence.
  962. "Looks like you're not as in touch with your pegasus side as you thought."
  963. >You snicker and dip just inside to poke her urethral opening.
  964. >She blushes.
  965. >"Well I never said I was an expert on this stuff!"
  966. "I suppose not."
  967. >"Anyways, it says that all forms of marking are done with the intent to imbue the scent of one onto the other such that their spectrum of willing sexual partners diminishes."
  968. "That seems a little selfish."
  969. >And a really cute.
  970. >"A mare will do this to a stallion she wants to breed with so that he has no choice but to return to her repeatedly for sexual release."
  971. >Also a little manipulative.
  972. "So if you pee on me that makes me less appealing to other mares, who would've thought?"
  973. >"I'm not going to pee on you! But, yes it seems to be another behavior that the mare isn't consciously aware of, hence the use of 'reflexive.'"
  974. "It's not hard to believe you mares have no clue what you're doing."
  975. >She stops nuzzling your cock to shoot you a glare.
  976. "I'm kidding!"
  977. >"Marking is a very broad category of activities, and as a human you need to be patient with her and let her instincts take hold."
  978. "Ok."
  979. >"So I suppose, to answer your question. Sex is a lot like marking. Different couples come to different agreements on when and how they want to rut."
  980. >Wait.
  981. "I don't think that's what I meant."
  982. >Her cock licking slows as her brow puzzles.
  983. "Do you stop having sex with others when you're in a romantic relationship or not?"
  984. >"Oh! That depends on the couple, commonly they'll limit their sexual activities to mutual friends."
  985. "That's...interesting."
  986. >"Of course, if you're asking about pegasi in particular, their territorial tendencies only increase with further commitment, and because pegasi are so matriarchal, the mare will usually at the very least refuse insemination from anyone other than their mate..."
  987. >She trails off suggestively, then lolls out her slender tongue to slowly lick your tip.
  988. >Your heart soars a bit.
  989. >And that confuses you.
  990. >Why was that such good news, it's not like you cared if Dash got creamed by other guys or not?
  991. >And why did she even come to mind when Twilight mentioned the word, mate?
  992. >Either way you're more excited for tonight, and that's a good reason to wrap up this little study session.
  993. >You sit up and sprawl over the lounged princess; you close the book and pin both hooves above her head.
  994. >"W-What are you doing?"
  995. "You said to let your instincts take hold, you can't do that if you're reading instructions from a book."
  996. >"But it's valuable informat-mmmh"
  997. >You meet her muzzle tip in a kiss, laying your erection between her fatty teats.
  998. >A brief swirl later, you pull away--your tongue the last to leave her sucking kiss.
  999. *muah!
  1000. "I think you taught me enough to push your buttons, princess."
  1001. >You nibble down her jaw, jumping to her neck, then her legpit.
  1002. >"Haha! It seems you do!"
  1003. >She jumps at the sensation but quickly realizes the appetite for her scent was at least partially genuine.
  1004. >At least, the exuberant nuzzling and rise in her heartrate told her so.
  1005. >She moans and presses into you, her hindlegs push off the carpet to sandwich her teats against your cock.
  1006. >Her saliva smears into the plush fur of her mounds and leaves her nipples sensitive as it wicks away.
  1007. >Your positions slowly evolve as you make your way from her legpit to her wingpit as you massage her trailing feathers.
  1008. >"Oooh you're really taking my lesson seriously."
  1009. >Slowly, you drag your tongue across her short patch of thin fur, tasting the salty skin underneath.
  1010. >Apparently that was a good move, she shudders and moans.
  1011. "Like you said, it's valuable information."
  1012. >Her hips reposition against to press her raw genitals against yours.
  1013. >A hard erection sinks into the hot mess of slick flesh between her cheeks and she begins rubbing at you like she's scratching an itch.
  1014. >That reaction warranted you dousing her wingpit with a second lick, and a third.
  1015. >Your free hand moves back to deftly snag her dock, using it as leverage to massage your thumb into her plothole.
  1016. >A wet, sticky, squelching overcomes her heavy breathing as your other arm locks her hips firmly against yours as the rubbing increases in intensity.
  1017. >The shameless erotic dance continues until you begin to feel your nethers tingle, and not from the slimy marejuice she's massaging into you.
  1018. >You lift your head from her wet wingpit but before you can voice your concern you feel a different sort of sensation take hold of you.
  1019. >Quite literally.
  1020. >You see her horn glowing and a similar aura wrapped around the base of your cock.
  1021. "Twilight, stop I'm gonna-agh!"
  1022. >She doesn't stop but instead lays back on the floor and locks her hindlegs around your hips.
  1023. >You feel your testes pressed against her twitching plothole and you look down to see her naked lips spread to either side of your well juiced penis--her clitoris winking against your sensitive underside.
  1024. >You want to hold back, but you couldn't.
  1025. >Sloppy wet rubbing leaves strings of slick princess stickiness that seems to act as a fertilizer for your nerves.
  1026. >You can feel every last detail of her thick labia, spasming muscles and clenching hole pressed against the base of your cock.
  1027. >"Ngah! Here it comes!"
  1028. >Bliss begrudgingly overtakes you; starting from where her clitoris is sloppily kissing your glans, a wave of pleasure shoots down your penis and explodes somewhere in your center of your groin.
  1029. >Her clit bulges.
  1030. >Your tip swells.
  1031. >"Oooh!"
  1032. "Dammit Twi!"
  1033. >A rush of sticky warmth splatters across your crotch as her abs clench rhythmically and expel her stores of fluids across you.
  1034. >But you don't cum.
  1035. >You jerk and hump and drive your naked cock desperately against the smelly mess of slime, fur and flesh between Twilight's legs but nothing comes out.
  1036. "Aaaagh!"
  1037. >The contractions continue, increasing in intensity with your increasing feverish rubbing.
  1038. >Nothing helps.
  1039. >The magical aura surrounding your cock and plugging up your piping wouldn't allow it.
  1040. >Finally, the mind-numbing sensations begin to subside and you're left between her legs as your own start to go numb.
  1041. >You catch your breath as the odor of your combined workout and mixed ejaculate hit your nose.
  1042. >Wait.
  1043. >You didn't cum.
  1044. >Then why are you both covered in...
  1045. "Aw, you didn't say your brother came in you!"
  1046. >As proud as you were as a man, there was no way you'd deposited a load that...voluminous.
  1047. >Of the many mixed emotions you feel, you can't help but find the humor in the situation.
  1048. >Even if you didn't show it.
  1049. >Perhaps it was the lack of post-orgasm clarity that wasn't making you run to the shower, perhaps it was the newfound joy in your heart, but it just wasn't at the forefront of your mind at the moment.
  1050. >"Heheh, uh sorry about that."
  1051. >The tired looking mare scoots away from you, her clit winking amidst the slurry of glossy white that stains her fur and drips down her taint.
  1052. >You didn't want to look at your own tool, or really think about all the non-Anon jizz that likely painted it in a similar fashion.
  1053. "And what the heck did you do to me! That was the most uncomfortable I've been since the dinner party with your parents!"
  1054. >She tucks her ears shyly, "Well, I didn't want to ruin your date tonight, and besides, you're the one who asked me to."
  1055. >That was true.
  1056. "Twilight, it's not a date, but-ah!"
  1057. >She cuts you off with a dainty lick.
  1058. >"Huh, tastes better the first time."
  1059. >Your heart stutters as her tongue languidly traces every contour of your still sensitive, near orgasmic erection--cleaning it of the myriad of sticky juices.
  1060. "Alright, just-ah! G-go slow."
  1061. >You weren't going to stop her.
  1062. >There was no way you're putting your clothes back on like this and it was too cold to walk naked outside.
  1063. >Walking to the bathroom would only stain more of the carpet.
  1064. >Your head snaps over to the corner of the room as you hear footsteps.
  1065. >The resident purple dragon walks in to see his benefactor lick a tongue full of white out of your bushy pubes.
  1066. >"Hey, Twilight, I'm going to the grocery store, need anything?"
  1067. >Twilight swallows.
  1068. >"Just what's on the list on the refrigerator."
  1069. >His eyes lock onto your smug ones as you lean back and let her lick another dollop of cream off the length of your cock.
  1070. >"Got it."
  1071. >He walks out of the room.
  1072. >That's right.
  1073. >You look to the clock.
  1074. >It reads a quarter to seven.
  1075. "Oh crap! I've gotta get the house ready!"
  1076. >"Now?"
  1077. "Yes! Movie night's in fifteen minutes!"
  1078. >Without further bidding she swallows your whole penis to the root, washing it with her tongue as it emerges pristine from her muzzle inch by glistening inch.
  1079. >That alone nearly brings on a second orgasm.
  1080. *pop!
  1081. >"There, now that I got all that..." She licks her speckled white muzzle.
  1082. >Her horn flashes and your clothes fly at you.
  1083. >"Throw these on while I finish up!"
  1084. >You shuffle into your shirt while she licks every nook and cranny clean of her sibling explosion.
  1085. >Her darting tongue makes your knees weak as you try to step into your boxers.
  1086. >Her muzzle does its duty as long as it can and even after you snap your waistband into place, she ducks underneath to give a final few parting licks to your gooch through open leg of your shorts.
  1087. >It was really distracting.
  1088. >Not to mention you could barely zip your pants with that erection.
  1089. >She wasn't lying when she said she'd get you worked up for the big night.
  1090. >But it wasn't a date.
  1091. "Thanks for all the help and uhh, advice."
  1092. >"Glad to be of help! You and Rainbow will have fun, just...remember what we learned about the more subtle points and keep your mind open."
  1093. >What was she getting at?
  1094. "Sure thing. Uh..."
  1095. >You go to kiss her muzzle but the cum on her lips makes you pause; you plant it on her cheek instead, leaving her clueless pucker hanging.
  1096. "See you later!"
  1097. >And with that, you set off into the street determined to make the most of the night with your blue best friend.
  1098. >You weren't sure where your confidence came from.
  1099. >Perhaps it was excitement of the night ahead.
  1100. >Perhaps it was the newfound knowledge that relationships still had their privileges in this sex abundant land.
  1101. >Or perhaps it was the thought that your best friend, Rainbow Dash, might become part of both those realities.
  1102. >The more you reflected on it, the more you got comfortable with your own feelings.
  1103. >Those being the fluttery feelings you get when you think of her.
  1104. >It was funny how that sort of thing snuck up on you.
  1105. >One moment you're best friends, then all the sudden you want something more.
  1106. >At least you think you do.
  1107. >And you think she does too.
  1108. >Who knows, you could be wrong about either.
  1109. >But that doesn't seem to account for all the turmoil mixing about in your chest.
  1110. >You manage to finish cleaning just in time for the first knock at the door.
  1111. >Excitement forces a smile to your face as you go to greet your first guest.
  1112. >"Hiya Anon!" A pink bubbly mare beams at you.
  1113. "Hey Pinkie, you're the first one to arrive!"
  1114. >"Well yeah you can't have a party without me silly!" She rises to her hindhooves to wrap you in a hug.
  1115. >Her muzzle presses to your lips without delay, depositing the slightest touch of moisture and a hint of sweet icing.
  1116. >It still caught you off-gaurd how affectionate ponies were sometimes.
  1117. >But it wasn't the slightest bit unpleasant.
  1118. *muah!
  1119. "It's not supposed to be a party, Pinkie. It's a quiet movie night, so I expect nothing but your best behavior." You boop her nose for emphasis and she snickers.
  1120. >"Hehehehe! I know, I promise I won't make a mess of the place."
  1121. >You let her drop to her hooves.
  1122. >"Oh, do you need some help?"
  1123. "Sure, popcorn's in the kitchen if you want to make some."
  1124. >"No, I meant with that."
  1125. >You follow her wide-eyed gaze to the hefty bulge in your shorts. It was twitching with excitement.
  1126. "Uh, thanks for the offer, but I wanted to save this one for Dash."
  1127. >You don't bother explaining that it was supposed to only be for you two to begin with, no sense in hurting her feelings.
  1128. >Her smile twists, "Well that's going to be fun to watch!"
  1129. "What do you mean?"
  1130. >"You seem just as excited for tonight as she is! I don't think I'm the one you gotta worry about making the mess hehehehe!"
  1131. >Your heart leaps in your chest.
  1132. "You talked to her?"
  1133. >She nods, "Yep! Just an hour ago! She was absolutely giddy! She said you always had fun hanging out."
  1134. "Y-yeah I guess." You blush.
  1135. >Pinkie just smiles knowingly and turns away, "One dozen bags of popcorn coming right up!"
  1136. >And with that she shoots off into the kitchen.
  1137. >You finish picking a few things up to the sound of cluttering in your kitchen.
  1138. >A moment later Fluttershy arrives with Rarity and Coco Pommel. Their excited chattering gives them away before you even open the door.
  1139. "Girls, welcome to my humble abode."
  1140. >You take a knee next to the door for the customary greetings.
  1141. >Rarity pecks your cheek as she trots past, "Did you get new curtains? I love the way it matches the furniture."
  1142. "Yeah, I uh-mmpf!"
  1143. >Coco's tongue lavishes your mouth as she nearly pushes you off balance with her exuberant assault.
  1144. >You fall back and wipe your cheek and mouth clear of her saliva.
  1145. "Heheh, still a little pent up are we?"
  1146. >Was that carrot cake?
  1147. >She pauses and shoots you a surprisingly innocent grin, "I apologize, Anon. I'm starting my estrus and I guess I'm just a bit forward."
  1148. "No need to apologize Coco! I know how it gets."
  1149. >"Hmhmhmhm..." A soft giggle interjects.
  1150. >Both of you look to the shy butterscotch pegasus hiding behind her mane.
  1151. >"Anon's pretty handy to have around during a heat."
  1152. "Yeah well you would know, you stopped by everyday for a month during your last one!"
  1153. >You pull her into a hug and she meets you halfway for a quick, dry peck on the lips.
  1154. >She was the only friend you had who wouldn't let you eat her face...except for that one time when you made her squirt three times back to back.
  1155. >She was pretty happy about that.
  1156. >With your newfound knowledge on pegasi, you now know why.
  1157. >It was pretty neat, actually.
  1158. >"I wasn't the only one!"
  1159. "No but you were the most horny by far."
  1160. >She blushes and leans into a hug; you feel her fuzzy muzzle next to your ear.
  1161. >Hot breath tickles your earlobe.
  1162. >"I can smell your hard cock you stud..."
  1163. >She pulls back with her soft smile and catches up with Rarity, leaving you speechless.
  1164. >What just happened.
  1165. >Whatever it was, all this estrogen was starting to affect your dick.
  1166. >You really hope Dash gets here soon.
  1167. >"Hey, Anon! What movie are we watching?" Pinkie asks.
  1168. "Uh, I actually haven't picked one out yet."
  1169. >"Oh I know! How about Iron Mare!"
  1170. >"Don't you think the occasion calls for a bit more class than a supermare movie, dear?"
  1171. >"Aw but those are the most fun!"
  1172. >"How about the Beauty and the Dragon?"
  1173. >"Um...Coco, that movie's a bit speciesist."
  1174. >"She's right darling, besides, the sex scene always made me uncomfortable. His penis is just so big."
  1175. >"Yeah I never understood why some mares like being stretched like that."
  1176. >"I heard his semen was all magical effect too, real dragons cum less than stallions."
  1177. >"Speaking of cum...where's...hey Anon?"
  1178. "Yeah?"
  1179. >"Dibs on your load!"
  1180. >"Coco! You can't do that!"
  1181. >"Dear that's not fair to the rest of us!"
  1182. >"Um...during estrus he just pulled out after the first spurt and shot the rest in somepony else...that might work."
  1183. >"No silly! He'll spill a bunch in the transition between us, besides, his last shots never make it deep enough."
  1184. >"My uterus has been cramping since I'm starting estrus. That should give me priority."
  1185. >What have you gotten yourself into?
  1186. *knock knock
  1187. >You open the door looking for an escape as much as a pony.
  1188. >"Twilight! You uh...cleaned up well."
  1189. >Was that ok to say?
  1190. >"Hey Anon! Hey girls!"
  1191. >Her eyes drift amidst the murmur of greetings.
  1192. >You meet her halfway for the customary kiss, opting to plant it more on her nose than her recently incestuously cummy lips.
  1193. >She seems a bit annoyed by that, but not as annoyed as she is with something else.
  1194. >"You know I don't think she'll be mad if you relieve yourself?" She states, noticing the dark spot growing at the tip of your bulge.
  1195. >"That's what we've been trying to say!"
  1196. >"Oh hush Pinkie, he's saving himself for a mare and it's quite romantic..."
  1197. "It's not a romantic thing!" You respond quickly.
  1198. >"Well...if you change your mind a chastity spell is quite easy to cast and I'm sure--"
  1199. "--No. Just, no. You don't have balls so I can't expect you to understand, but one time going through that was more than enough."
  1200. >"But you were having fun--"
  1201. >"--Well yeah I was grinding your pussy, but that doesn't mean it wasn't really uncomfortable too."
  1202. >"Wait, you got Twi off but you don't want to rut us?"
  1203. >Holy cow. Talk about peer pressure.
  1204. "Girls, please. Just pick a movie and we'll sort this out later."
  1205. >You felt like you were swimming in a shark tank.
  1206. >Once Dash gets here she'll get them off your back.
  1207. >She tends to get territorial over you, especially when she's on top of you.
  1208. >Come to think of it, she compliments you quite nicely.
  1209. >You'd make a really good couple.
  1210. >Stop.
  1211. >You were starting to come to terms with this being a possibility, but you can't ruin things by jumping to conclusions.
  1212. >You brace yourself against the door breathlessly as the mares go back to sorting through movies and arguing over who should have creampie priority.
  1213. >They were great girls.
  1214. >But like Rarity said, you were saving yourself for somepony else.
  1215. >Your pants twitch and you feel the spot of precum grow.
  1216. >You'd take your pants off if you didn't think you'd get jumped on like a rat in a tank of piranhas.
  1217. >Where is Dash!
  1218. >The longer you wait, the more time you have to watch your friends in the living room fiddling with the TV.
  1219. >Tails swishing.
  1220. >Rumps jiggling.
  1221. >Five horny mares...
  1222. >And they're all your friends so you know they'd give you the royal treatment.
  1223. >You've been with them all more than enough times for them to know what you like.
  1224. >Except for Coco, but she's in estrus and that's a wonderful trait in itself.
  1225. >The most you've ever had was two at once, Dash and Fleet.
  1226. >And that was a lot to handle.
  1227. >Especially two world class athlete, competitive pegasi.
  1228. >It was really nice though, basking in the afterglow with two warm muzzles smooching and nibbling on you.
  1229. >Tangled in their furry limbs, covered with their warm wings, the scent of their sweat, the sensation of their cum cooling on your bare crotch and legs.
  1230. >If two were that great, five would be...like a sea of sex and mare.
  1231. >Full of friendly kisses and at least ten warm, wet, willing holes to hide your aching member.
  1232. >But something's missing.
  1233. >Someone's missing.
  1234. >The only one that could really give you what you needed.
  1235. *click-thud!
  1236. >The door flies open behind you and clocks you in the back of the head.
  1237. >"Sorry I'm late I was looking for that movie we...oh shoot, are you ok?"
  1238. >You turn around to see the cyan and rainbow face behind the scratchy, concerned voice.
  1239. "Hey Dash!"
  1240. >At once you feel your chest tighten, all the normal greetings and words you usually exchange escape you.
  1241. >You try to think of something to say like 'hello' or 'what's up,' but you're speechless.
  1242. >Did she do something with her mane or did she always look that cute?
  1243. "Uh...y-you're late."
  1244. >Your favorite mare stands in front of you, you're desperately in need of release, and that's the best you could do?
  1245. >She just chuckles, "Heh, sorry I thought of a good movie to watch at the last minute and tried to make it to the rental place before it closed, but I was too late so I flew to Fleetfoot's because I knew she had a copy and...wait..."
  1246. >You watch her rant on slightly out of breath.
  1247. >It was clear that she'd been rushing around, and came out empty-hooved by the look of it.
  1248. >Her spicy odor tickles your nose, and it only primed your appetite for more.
  1249. >She snorts as a bead of sweat tickles her nose.
  1250. >A nose that was sniffing its way towards your midsection.
  1251. >She suddenly looks up at you.
  1252. >Then to the plethora of mares muddling about in front of the TV.
  1253. >She looks mad.
  1254. >"Alright, which one of you blueballed Anon!? Was it you Twi!"
  1255. >"It wasn't me I swear--"
  1256. >"--His dick smells like egghead so who else could it be?"
  1257. >Dang, she was on her like a shark on blood.
  1258. >Also that was a pretty good roast.
  1259. >"I told you I didn't mean to we've been trying to--"
  1260. >"--I asked you to teach him not torture him!" The rainbow pegasus stamps her hoof and snorts.
  1261. >Wow, she was actually getting agitated over this.
  1262. >You place a hand on her withers.
  1263. "Dash, it's not her fault. I told her I didn't want to."
  1264. >Wait, what did she say?
  1265. >"What do you mean?" She looks perplexed, her wrath momentarily defused.
  1266. "Hold on. What do you mean, teaching?"
  1267. >Her eyes go wide.
  1268. >"I asked you first you have to answer first!"
  1269. >"Hey you two!"
  1270. >You both turn to look at Fluttershy who seemed a bit annoyed.
  1271. >"The movie's starting so please stop arguing."
  1272. >You look back at Dash who squints her determined eyes.
  1273. "I'll tell you when you tell me!" You say in a hushed tone as you make your way to the plethora of pillows and cushions the girls had laid out in front of the television.
  1274. >"Nuh uh! You first!" She follows after kicking the door shut.
  1275. >Pinkie trots in with a bowl of popcorn in her mouth and another balanced on her back, "Who wants!--"
  1276. >"--Shhhhhh!" A half dozen shushes silence her.
  1277. >But the popcorn is distributed all the same before she trots back into the kitchen to stir up something else.
  1278. >You sit down next to Rainbow, your needs momentarily forgotten.
  1279. "What did you ask Twilight to teach me?"
  1280. >She turns red, and not from anger.
  1281. >"That's not what I said!"
  1282. >"Oh but darling, those were your exact words to me--"
  1283. >"--Shutup Rarity!"
  1284. >Wait, something is fishy here.
  1285. >You quirk a brow at her.
  1286. "Sounds to me like you have something to tell me."
  1287. >The added pressure only hardens her resolve.
  1288. >"It doesn't matter! Just go on with what you were saying."
  1289. "Not until you tell me what's wrong."
  1290. >Part of the reason you had an affinity for each other was that you weren't all that different from one another.
  1291. >But sometimes that meant your temperaments clashed.
  1292. >Dash pouts and you can tell at once that you've hit an impasse.
  1293. >A moment later you realize a few pairs of eyes are on you.
  1294. >"Soo...are you two not rutting now? Because I could use him if you're not." Pinkie comments.
  1295. >If Dash really was upset at you, all that emotion was now completely deflected in the pink mare's direction.
  1296. >"What do you mean...use him?" Her voice drips with a dangerous venom.
  1297. >Uh oh.
  1298. >Pinkie seems to shrink away and you start to feel uncomfortable as the blue pegasus confidently steps in front of you.
  1299. >"Hold your horses Rainbow Dash I was just saying I'm a little--"
  1300. >"--He has a name you know!"
  1301. >This wasn't the first time she'd gotten defensive of you; Twilight's lessons were making a lot more sense now.
  1302. >Speaking of which, the other mares were just keeping their heads down, their eyes glued silently to the TV so as not to attract Dash's wrath.
  1303. "It's ok, Dash. Calm down, it's alright."
  1304. >You lay a hand on her withers and her tense frame seems to melt at once.
  1305. >She looks back at you with genuine concern.
  1306. "She didn't mean anything by it, she's just a little pent up is all."
  1307. >The cyan pegasus rolls her eyes and sighs.
  1308. >"I know...sorry Pinkie." She drops her eyes, "I'm just tired of ponies talking about you like you're some sort of sex toy."
  1309. >You shrug your shoulders.
  1310. "Well you gotta admit I'm pretty good at it."
  1311. >She catches your contagious smile.
  1312. >You lift her chin and force her sheepish eyes to meet yours.
  1313. "Thank you." You whisper.
  1314. >You were far away enough, and the TV was loud enough that no one else could hear your gratitude.
  1315. >No one but Dash, that is.
  1316. >You plant a lingering peck on her lips.
  1317. >She follows it up with a candid lick across your mouth, then another, and a third up your cheek.
  1318. >Your eyes flutter across one another's as she waits for you to return the gesture per custom.
  1319. >She keeps her muzzle slightly agape for you to properly lick against her teeth, lips, and tongue.
  1320. >The exchange was oddly soothing.
  1321. >Something about having the always active world-class athlete contently sitting in your lap sharing saliva made the activity seem rare and meaningful...despite how often it occurred.
  1322. >It's so apparent now that her gestures were precisely tuned for an "exchange."
  1323. >When her turn came around a second time she paused to gather some saliva before pressing her dripping tongue past your lips.
  1324. >That tongue spends the next half minute painting your mouth with it.
  1325. >You always just thought she was a wet kisser, but she was actively choosing to be one, with you.
  1326. >Some might find that gross, but you can't help but wish for more.
  1327. >She finally pulls back--a string of moisture connecting your lower lips.
  1328. >You pause to do the same, then quench her fiery appetite for your immune system benefits with an equally wet kiss.
  1329. >The intimate exchange lasts long enough that the group is on their second bowl of popcorn by the time you finish.
  1330. >You don't bother wiping your lips clean.
  1331. >The contact seems to sap her remaining feistiness, and her smiling muzzle follows the kisses with an affectionate nuzzle.
  1332. >You wrap your precious friend in your arms.
  1333. >Why does your chest flutter like that when you feel her hug you?
  1334. >Whatever it is you don't want it to stop.
  1335. >For how awesome it was, your excitement for sex had tapered off in the time you've spent here.
  1336. >Your appetite hadn't changed, but the butterflies associated with experiencing intimate contact with another had migrated south for the winter.
  1337. >You still felt the drive to copulate, of course, it just didn't seem all that taboo or unique anymore.
  1338. >Until now, that is.
  1339. >For some reason, you start to feel some excitement bubbling within you as you look into her magenta eyes and share her warm breath.
  1340. >This wasn't some pony who was nuzzling and kissing you just to be polite, she wasn't even doing it for fun.
  1341. >If her soft expression said anything, it was that she cared deeply for you.
  1342. >And beyond that, she knew you. Intimately.
  1343. >And you, her.
  1344. >It was a deep set friendship that differed from a romance only in that you hadn't verbalized your feelings.
  1345. >As long as you don't count cries of ecstasy as verbalizing.
  1346. >You glance over her shoulder at the row of mares chatting among themselves and eating popcorn.
  1347. >You lean back against the couch, using the coffee table as a shield to give you a modicum of privacy.
  1348. "So before, when we started arguing...I didn't want to tell you because I was a bit embarrassed."
  1349. >She quirks her brow.
  1350. >"You can tell me, dude. You know I won't make fun of you, right?"
  1351. "Yeah I know. I just...I told Twilight I didn't want to cum with her because I...I wanted to save it for you."
  1352. >You can't help but look away as your cheeks flush.
  1353. "I just didn't want to say it out loud because everyone's been saying I have a crush on you and stuff and...I don't know."
  1354. >This sort of talk never got you flustered before.
  1355. >Must be all the weird feelings swirling about in your chest.
  1356. >Or the way she's looking back at you with a similar blush.
  1357. >"Heheh, geez dude we're like, the bestest buds of course they're gonna think that. I mean, everyone teased me after I stopped rutting Soarin..."
  1358. "Wait, I thought he was your go to rut buddy on trips and stuff?"
  1359. >She starts to look uncomfortable.
  1360. >"I mean...he was. But why would go to him when I could get my besti off instead? Ya know?"
  1361. >You nod, still embarrassed with how heartfelt this conversation was.
  1362. "Y-yeah."
  1363. >You sit there for a bit, listening to each other breathe and watching your hands and hooves toy with one another.
  1364. "So what about that thing Twilight and Rarity were talking about?"
  1365. >You cautiously ask.
  1366. >"Oh, that."
  1367. >You hear her gulp nervously.
  1368. >"I uhh..." She looks over her shoulder to make sure her friends weren't listening, then lowers her voice further, "I asked them for some help..."
  1369. "Doing what?"
  1370. >You caress her sides, fingers raking across her sore flight muscles as you try to soothe them.
  1371. >"I-I've been wanting to try something, a-and I thought it might be easier if they show you first."
  1372. >You're completely at a loss.
  1373. "What are you talking about, Dash?"
  1374. >She gathers her resolve and meets your eye.
  1375. >"I want you to be my first plot rut."
  1376. >You pause, not believing your ears.
  1377. "You want me to take your anal virginity?"
  1378. >She blushes, beet red.
  1379. >"Don't say it so loud!"
  1380.  
  1381. >You just stare at her, dumbfounded.
  1382. >That's what all this was about?
  1383. >"I just thought, it'd be easier if my friends warmed you up to the idea because I'm not exactly...experienced."
  1384. >It took a lot for her ego to admit that.
  1385. "Dash."
  1386. >She looks up at you, unsure of what to say.
  1387. "I'd love to do that with you."
  1388. >Her features brighten as the corners of her mouth start to curl upwards.
  1389. "I've been thinking the same thing, actually. I just wasn't sure how to ask you about it."
  1390. >She looks like a kid on Christmas morning.
  1391. >"You shoulda told me sooner! We would've done it like a week ago!"
  1392. "I know, I'm an idiot."
  1393. >Her smile turns into a snicker and you join in.
  1394. >You sit there for a moment, enjoying the view of her cute face smiling back at yours.
  1395. >You lean in for a peck, then whisper in her ear.
  1396. "For the record. I didn't need any help to know how special this is for you."
  1397. >You hear her gulp as you nibble at the fur next to her ear.
  1398. "And I certainly don't need any advice on how to make you cum."
  1399. >You can hear her dock pull back as her tail drags across your shorts.
  1400. >Once you got past her tough exterior, she was a readable as an open book.
  1401. >You kiss her cheek, down her jawline, and finish with a lingering smooch on her chin.
  1402. >Her eyes are wide, but she's clearly eager to move on.
  1403. "Shall we get started?"
  1404. >The cyan pegasus nods.
  1405. >But nothing could've prepared her for the amount of effort you were about to put into your union.
  1406. >Being rut buddies and best friends meant that there really wasn't much of her you hadn't seen.
  1407. >While many mares still tried to keep up appearances, Dash didn't particularly care how presentable she was when you got intimate.
  1408. >It was part of her allure, really.
  1409. >You never got any sultry gazes, or dirty talk from her.
  1410. >Just good, honest, genuine expressions and straightforward requests for sexual favors.
  1411. >It was incredibly cute.
  1412. >But her whole attitude was entirely too innocent for the sorts of things she was capable of.
  1413. >You found that out once you got comfortable enough to start exploring your kinks with one another.
  1414. >Scent had always played a role in your relationship, far moreso than it had with any of your other friends.
  1415. >But you'd never exactly...indulged in one another.
  1416. >That's why Dash squeaks in surprise when you bite lightly on her nape and take a deep breath.
  1417. >"Geez dude you really are pent up."
  1418. >Her fur tastes a bit salty, evidence that she was telling the truth about rushing about to find a movie.
  1419. "I've been looking forward to you all day..."
  1420. >Both of you crumple against the shag carpet, her lithe frame pinned underneath yours.
  1421. >You hold her forelegs above her head and nip at her jawline before kissing down her sternum.
  1422. >The thick fur of her breast was always soft, and you can't resist nuzzling into it a bit on your way past.
  1423. >Then, you decide to take a detour.
  1424. >If Twilight was right, this just might earn you some brownie points.
  1425. >"Dude what are you--"
  1426. >She trails off as she feels your nose tickle the light fur of her damp legpit.
  1427. >Her head snaps to the side to check for voyeurs, and relaxes a bit once she realizes she's conveniently blocked from view by your furniture.
  1428. >Her cheeks tint red and her eyes dart everywhere but to you as you sniff her raw scent.
  1429. >Whether it was your own bias or some trick of the mind, you actually found her scent rather enticing.
  1430. >It was spicy but not remotely unpleasant.
  1431. >You wouldn't mind making a habit out of this if she enjoys it.
  1432. >Plus it's fun to play with her ticklish spots.
  1433. >You can hear the softest whimper of embarrassment as her wing knocks against the table in its arousal.
  1434. >Your hands massage the frogs of her forehooves in an attempt to soothe and reassure her that she had nothing to be embarrassed about.
  1435. >With how often she did this sort of thing to you, you expected a much more exuberant response from her.
  1436. >But that's not to say she doesn't like it.
  1437. >"Eeep!"
  1438. >Your tongue lapping at the sensitive cavern makes her jerk.
  1439. >Lips nibble their way down her touchy ribs and stop to play at her forcibly exposed wingpit.
  1440. >If her legpits were pleasant, her wingpits were a comparable aphrodisiac.
  1441. >Per her namesake, she smelled like rain.
  1442. >Petrichor.
  1443. >The mild, soothing odor of fresh rain on dry soil that lingered all the way up the underside of her wing.
  1444. >"W-wait I'm all s-sweaty..."
  1445. >The pony wriggles as you quite obviously relish a part of her that only a close companion would even consider.
  1446. >You let go of her hooves to massage her wings only to find that she's holding your hands.
  1447. >You let her keep hold of them while you nuzzle up and down her little hotspot.
  1448. >The raging force behind the bulge in your shorts seems to agree with your head and your heart on this matter.
  1449. >And with the soft squelching emanating from between her legs with each wink, it's clear you're not the only one turned on by your new behavior.
  1450. >Twilight's words come back to you, and you decide to seal the deal.
  1451. >You plant a kiss on the clammy skin of her wingpit then slide up to her sweating, blushing face.
  1452. >A kiss on the cheek and a whisper into her ear makes her wings bulge so hard that her back lifts off the ground.
  1453. "I like it when you're sweaty...you silly, smelly little mare."
  1454. >Suddenly your face is frozen in a deathgrip between her forelegs as she clutches you to her face and rubs her cheek against yours.
  1455. >Her hindlegs hook around your waist and she moans into your ear.
  1456. >"Breed me..."
  1457. >You needed no further encouragement to awkwardly slide your clothing down your legs, your erection slaps your belly as it bursts free--throwing an arc of precum across her oh-so-sensitive engorged genitals.
  1458. >She twitches when it hits her naked skin, her clit winks out in a rabid attempt to come into contact with your fluids.
  1459. >And you thought you were horny.
  1460. >Your bodies are far too warm to be pressed up against one another, but the thought of leaving each other's embrace never crosses your minds.
  1461. >Instead, you resolve yourselves to ignoring the beads of sweat building up on your faces and dampening all your contact points.
  1462. >You never really had a plan going into this.
  1463. >Things always came naturally to you when you got down to it.
  1464. >Your member slides on her slimy muff, her swollen clit smears her juices on your twitching glans.
  1465. >Your lips meet hers and your tongues move to explore one another's home as your cock sinks into her engorged canal like it had a hundred times before.
  1466. >You find yourself balls deep, your tongue raking the ridges on the roof of her mouth when you realize you picked the wrong hole.
  1467. >Well, that was one way to look at it.
  1468. >You pull back with a wet smack and huff of breath.
  1469. >"Don't pull out!...Please..." She asks in a panic once she reads your thoughts.
  1470. >You sink back in, you testes coming to rest against her drooling asscrack as her hips tremble and her muscles nibble on your spear.
  1471. >If she's blushing any further, you can't tell amid the mess of sweat and red that's already adorning her face.
  1472. >"I-I just wanna feel it--"
  1473. "--Shhh..." You quiet her panicked explanation with soft peck on the lips.
  1474. "It's ok, it's ok. Don't worry, I'm going to breed you...the other stuff can wait."
  1475. >Something about admitting that to your vulnerable companion in her time of need was extremely heartwarming.
  1476. >Not just because she had a particular obsession with insemination, but also because it felt good to finally give her something she wanted at the cost of your own desires.
  1477. >Of course, that's all relative.
  1478. >Any time spent rubbing your privates together was time well spent, and being balls deep in Rainbow's marehood was certainly nothing to complain about.
  1479. >Besides, this way you'll be nice and lubed for the second course.
  1480. >You readjust your grip on one another before you begin rutting her receptive cunt with a passion that could only be developed through intense attachment.
  1481. >Hot breath buffets your face and makes it harder for you to breathe, but it doesn't matter.
  1482. >A bead of sweat forms on your nose and threatens to fall off only to soak into the pegasus's ever-attentive tongue.
  1483. >You snicker as you keep eye contact with the beautiful creature you're rutting.
  1484. >She smiles and snorts when you lick a few budding drops from her nose as well.
  1485. >An obnoxious squelch echoes through the room as she clenches just in time with your thrust--forcing a dose of her juice to spurt against your balls.
  1486. >"She always gets so wet, I don't understand?"
  1487. >"It must be because she hydrates so well."
  1488. >The background conversation remains in the background as you remain focused on your colorful friend.
  1489. >Her tail flicks up to tickle your testes when you pull out, and occasionally your taint and butthole when you hilt.
  1490. >It was surprisingly stimulating and you find yourself macking down on her slobbery, grinning muzzle out of appreciation.
  1491. >Talk about good, wholesome fun.
  1492. >Feeling naked and exposed to each other was extremely refreshing, and not just in the physical sense, but in the emotional sense as well.
  1493. >You'd been inside every mare in the room, driven them to climax, imbued them with your essence, and even had some passionate, friendly make out sessions with them.
  1494. >But that didn't mean you knew them, nor them, you.
  1495. >Sure, you felt like you could talk to them and come to them with problems, but...they weren't Rainbow Dash.
  1496. >Maybe it was your biology, your upbringing, or some culturally ingrained custom that made you uncomfortable with getting close with more than one pony.
  1497. >Or maybe she was just the one that you clicked with.
  1498. >All you knew was that you felt no barriers between you and the down-to-earth pony affectionately grinding against you with a joyous grin.
  1499. >You could tell her your dirtiest desires without fear of judgement, and better yet you could even put them to practice without reservation.
  1500. >Spending hours upon hours joined at the waist and mouth, exploring your bodies and fetishes in ways that would get you banned from town, had left you with a particularly deep understanding of how each other think.
  1501. >The only other one who had any inkling of that side of you was Twilight, and only because of the amount of sex books you and Dash checked out from the library.
  1502. >Even with all that, you found that you didn't need the extremes to enjoy each other.
  1503. >The fact that you'd gone to the extremes made a simple vanilla rut with each other much more fun than it would be with anyone else.
  1504. >And there was something about looking into each other's eyes mid-coitus, knowing you were each other's repository of dirty secrets, knowing that you were rubbing your essence into one another with a vigor that will leave you stained with the evidence for days to come.
  1505. >Each pursuing only what's best for the other--a race to orgasm without the pressure of needing to perform.
  1506. >Valuing closeness and intimacy for intimacy's sake.
  1507. >That's what sex was all about.
  1508. >Just another tool to achieve an end; an end you could no longer deny to yourself or to her.
  1509. >Love
  1510. "A-Am I hitting the right spot?..."
  1511. >Her tongue wipes your sweaty cheek.
  1512. >"Heh, what do you think I'm dripping like a faucet because I'm bored!"
  1513. >You bottom out and grind against one another, her clit gets tickled by your curly pubes and your balls get tickled by her twitching anus.
  1514. >She liked being filled, she liked feeling you deep and throbbing in her body, and the short grinding motions were all you wanted out of each other.
  1515. >That and cum.
  1516. >You shamelessly watch each other's expressions for cues of pleasure and adjust accordingly.
  1517. >Dash had her dock and tail to flick against your sensitive crack and she had incredible muscle control to tune your expression just the way she like it.
  1518. >You had the motion of your hips and your fingers to tune hers.
  1519. >The distinct lack of outward motion and vigor was misleading, in reality your exchange was very active and involved.
  1520. >And somewhat competitive.
  1521. >Dash bites her tongue between her smirking teeth.
  1522. >Her muscles fight your throbbing blood flow to tug on your member, testing its temper.
  1523. >She was an athlete but you were no quitter.
  1524. >Flexing your pelvic floor muscles straightens your rod and flares your glans against her naked, slimy walls.
  1525. >A bead of your sweat hits the corner of her eye and she winces but doesn't drop her competitive demeanor.
  1526. "Agh..."
  1527. >"That's it, let it all out big guy."
  1528. >Her scratchy voice responds immediately upon sensing weakness.
  1529. >You hold her by the wings and push deeper.
  1530. >A loud squelch echoes through the room as the last bit of air squeezes out of her depths and blows bubbles in the frothy mixture of sex fluids piled up at your juncture.
  1531. >"Ooaah!"
  1532. >You grin triumphantly and nibble her ear as you strain to stay pressed into her.
  1533. >You can barely feel her turgid cervix kissing your tip.
  1534. "Not until you do, you horny little thing..."
  1535. >Your toes dig into the carpet to push your hips against hers.
  1536. >Her clit has to strain to squeeze out of her folds and each wink sends shudders through her pelvic floor.
  1537. >"M'not little..."
  1538. >She groans and pulls on your neck to lick behind your ear.
  1539. >You gasp as you feel her hot, wet muscle dance around one of the erogenous zones you didn't know you had until you met her.
  1540. "No, but you are horny."
  1541. >The loud sound of licking occupying your senses gets mixed in with a snicker.
  1542. >Your hand traces down to massage her sweat-soaked wingpit.
  1543. "And you're going to have to cooperate if you want me to get it in your womb..."
  1544. >Her breathing grows shallower and her licking more rapid and indiscriminate.
  1545. >It was no mistake that she used the word, 'breed.'
  1546. >And it was far from the first time you've given yourselves over to her favorite fantasy.
  1547. >This was, however, the first time you've played into it this hard.
  1548. >And as expected, your partner was responding in kind.
  1549. >Her wagging tongue migrates from your neck, across your cheek and finally finds your mouth.
  1550. >She'd reached the point where anything she attempted to say would be incoherent.
  1551. >You didn't have long either.
  1552. >You weren't sure you'd be able to hold out long enough to shoot into her the way you wanted.
  1553. >Luckily, you had one more trick up your sleeve.
  1554. >You frantically reach back between your legs to find her tail.
  1555. >You wait a moment longer until her clenching canal has you walking the edge of the cliff, then, you bunch up her tail, take a breath amidst her spit and tongue, and give it a firm tug as you lurch forward to get as deep as physically possible.
  1556. >"Aaaaaagh!"
  1557. >Hot air from her scream washes over your face but only breaks half of the dozen messy spit strings connecting your lips.
  1558. >Her canal goes limp.
  1559. >Your penis throbs and flares as the wave of pleasure builds in your base and races to your tip.
  1560. >Then, her orgasmic undulations begin.
  1561. >Her clit winks sporadically as her hips rock powerfully against yours.
  1562. >Her cervix distends and dilates over your glans just in time for your first rope of ejaculate to hit the back of her uterus.
  1563. "Oh!"
  1564. >Hooves leave red lines on your back as she grips you like her life depends on it.
  1565. >Her sexual glands empty their reservoirs and sticky Dash syrup sputters forth around your hilted cock and runs down your twitching balls.
  1566. >The remainder of your virile seed paints the opening of her womb; the majority of it jets through the gap and pools in her uterus.
  1567. >Nothing but each other exist for the next ten seconds as you exchange your bodily fluids with one another.
  1568. >Finally, you come down off your home made high.
  1569. >Panting mouths share breath as you sit nose to nose, blinking slowly as you gaze into each other's eyes.
  1570. >Words couldn't describe what you felt in the moment, but a kiss could come close.
  1571. >The scent of her spit-slick muzzle draws you in as you relish the passionate kiss simply for the contact it provides.
  1572. >Tongues languidly massage one another as her heavy breath warms your face.
  1573. >That doesn't stop until the last traces of orgasm leave your bodies and the pasty white remnants stop oozing from her swollen cleft.
  1574. >"Heh, I've never felt it...get that d-deep before."
  1575. >She shyly meets your eyes and you wipe a lock of mane from her face.
  1576. >You pull her into a hug.
  1577. >"I-It tingles a bit heheh!"
  1578. >What a precious little mare.
  1579. "Not bad for round one huh?"
  1580. >Her wings shoot back out.
  1581. >"R-round one?"
  1582.  
  1583. >The well-bred pegasus under you lets out a satisfied sigh as she feels the magical soothing properties of your seed seeping into the deepest corners of her swollen orifice.
  1584. >Judging by the heady musk emanating from between her legs, you'd just had the privilege of catching her at the very start of her estrus.
  1585. >She rolls to her side and another bubble of your brand of white pops from her cleft.
  1586. >Her tail swishes.
  1587. >"Thanks for the load dude...sorry I think my heat's starting or something. I really needed that."
  1588. >What a wonderful world you live in that a gorgeous mare feels she needs to apologize for asking for a creampie.
  1589. "Yeah you're a bit squishier and slimier than usual."
  1590. >You reach down and pull back one of her frothy labia to note the deep cherry red of her innards; a dead giveaway that this was her fertile week.
  1591. >It slips away before you get a chance to really appreciate the private geography.
  1592. >"Heheh! Yeah well I know you like it squishy and slimy so I do my best."
  1593. >You give her rump an affectionate pat.
  1594. "You know me too well! But seriously, you don't need to apologize. It's pretty much impossible to not enjoy this sorta thing, especially with you."
  1595. >Her cheeks flare up and you see Rarity steal a glance at you out of the corner of your eye.
  1596. >Your voice returns as a whisper.
  1597. >"Don't worry..." You graze a finger across her pucker, "...I haven't forgotten."
  1598. >Dash bites her lip and puts on a show of distending her ponut just enough to see the color change to enticing red inner flesh.
  1599. >It's almost enough to make your member rise from the dead...almost.
  1600. >"Just uh, just give me a minute."
  1601. >You sit down next to her and gently pat her cutie mark, tearing your eyes away from the sight so you don't get an aneurysm.
  1602. >After all, you needed to pace yourself for the lapful of rainbow pegasus what this week would surely become.
  1603. >She always seemed to be slightly off-cycle with the rest of her earth dwelling friends and you weren't sure if it was because of her schedule or if it was just because she didn't spend enough time around her friends to sync up.
  1604. >All you know is it meant you needed to go get some extra groceries because you'd be feeding two mouths for the next week.
  1605. >Not being able to impregnate mares meant you had a monopoly on the market when it came to estrus.
  1606. >Of course there were always infertility spells and condoms, but neither of those gave a heated mare the relief she craved.
  1607. >And the latter was downright offensive to even consider between friends.
  1608. >Not that you'd want it any other way.
  1609. *Splrrt
  1610. >Your spidey senses tingle and you peek over the coffee table to the row of uusually well-behaved mares watching TV.
  1611. >Twilight seemed to be tickling Fluttershy under the tail with her magic, but other than that they were all riveted on the sappy rom-com.
  1612. >Apart from the occasional fleeting glance and hushed whisper that is.
  1613. *Schlick
  1614. >Coco seems to notice your attention and flags her tail while whispering something to Rarity.
  1615. >The unicorn steals a glance back and says something to Twilight who promptly giggles and flags her tail as well.
  1616. *Shlap
  1617. >While the mare at your side was your primary concern, you had other duties as a host in Equestrian culture.
  1618. >There were six mares in your home at the moment, two of which were in heat.
  1619. >Only one of them had been successfully satiated.
  1620. >And the movie had only just begun.
  1621. >You gulp nervously and tap Dash.
  1622. >She was your only hope of making it out of this alive.
  1623. "Hey. Hey!"
  1624. >What you were expecting to be her rump was actually her eyeball.
  1625. >"Ow! Watch it!"
  1626. >You look down to see her hunched over, a string of cum and saliva connecting her muzzle to the swirly mess of matted fur around her genitals.
  1627. >She peeks at you behind a squinty eye.
  1628. >Dear Celestia she was flexible...and cute.
  1629. >Even if her muzzle was slathered in cum.
  1630. "Sorry!" You catch yourself and quiet your tone, "Dash, I think I'm in trouble."
  1631. >She licks her chin and follows your eyes to the row of flagged tails and winking sexes.
  1632. >The row of mares even had the audacity to giggle.
  1633. >At at time like this.
  1634. >The nerve of some ponies.
  1635. "See what I..."
  1636. >Coco whimpers and strains, her clit pushes out hard and shovels a tablespoon's worth of maregoo directly onto your carpet.
  1637. "...mean."
  1638. >You sigh.
  1639. >That stuff doesn't come out easily.
  1640. >Dash just snickers.
  1641. "Hey! This is no laughing matter. I can't handle all of you girls!"
  1642. >The cyan smart aleck points to your middle.
  1643. >"Heh! That's not what he thinks."
  1644. >Truth be told, your stamina had increased substantially since you got here.
  1645. >Your first time with a mare lasted longer than you'd expected, mostly due to your nervousness and the fact that it was with Twilight and she was being a huge nerd about it.
  1646. >But the second through at least tenth time...suffice to say you were glad Dash got off on coaching, literally.
  1647. >Because they were with her, and whether it was due to the excitement or something else, you were lucky if you were able to make it past foreplay.
  1648. >You improved, however slow and pleasureful it was, and more importantly you learned that a lot of mares found shorter encounters flattering.
  1649. >How quickly you came was proportional to how attractive you found them.
  1650. >While that wasn't technically incorrect, you did your best to live up to your own standards of performance and didn't really keep it a secret.
  1651. >Which meant you really didn't have an excuse not to make your best attempt at breeding the row of rumps in front of you.
  1652. >That and you were a red-blooded man of course.
  1653. >So why did you hesitate?
  1654. >Younger you would've toppled cities for the opportunity presenting itself to you now.
  1655. >What was different?
  1656. >"Hey, Anon?"
  1657. >You look over at your best friend, only to be surprised once more at how beautiful she is.
  1658. >Maybe it was the afterglow, but her eyes are enthralling.
  1659. >So much so, that you have no choice but to gently scratch behind her ear.
  1660. >You weren't kidding anyone.
  1661. >She was the reason you were hesitating.
  1662. >She leans into your touch, "Mgh."
  1663. >What a precious little pegasus.
  1664. >"You know I don't mind if you help them out, right?"
  1665. >The fact that she would even consider a concept so foreign as that meant she must be reading your mind.
  1666. >Her knowing look seems to back up that theory.
  1667. "Dash, I'm sorry. I'd planned on having a little more privacy tonight so we could try out new things...I really dropped the ball."
  1668. >She furrows her brow.
  1669. >"Hey. No you didn't! I'm having fun just hanging out with you dude! Not to mention you just bred me into next week!"
  1670. >As down as you felt, you can't help but smile at the mix of her expression and explanation.
  1671. >"I mean, we'll get plenty of opportunities to try that out." She points to her posterior with her eyes.
  1672. "I guess."
  1673. >"I know."
  1674. >That earns a chuckle.
  1675. >She puts a hoof on your leg, "I'm not going anywhere, Anon."
  1676. >She winks amidst a modest blush.
  1677. "Yeah especially now that you're in heat--mmpf"
  1678. >Her lips meet yours in a chaste kiss.
  1679. >It wasn't sloppy or deep or full of hot breath and obnoxious sounds.
  1680. >It was so far from a typical pegasus kiss that you wonder if she's still the same pony.
  1681. >But she remains, her mouth to yours, her heart fluttering to match your uncertain one.
  1682. >You felt nothing but affection.
  1683. >Genuine, heartfelt love.
  1684. *smooch
  1685. >She pulls back with rosy cheeks and an unusually timid smile.
  1686. "I love you."
  1687. >At first you didn't know who said that, but her reaction left only one conclusion.
  1688. >It was little more than the logical conclusion of the feelings that'd been building in you since the day you met.
  1689. >Yet it felt like a tremendous weight had lifted off your shoulders.
  1690. >"I love you too."
  1691. >Her response comes reflexively, almost as if she'd been waiting for you to say it.
  1692. >For a moment you just stare into each others eyes and let the weight of your words sink to your very core.
  1693. >Then you smile.
  1694. >A hoof hooks your neck and pulls you into a strong hug.
  1695. >You felt giddy inside.
  1696. >Like you just found out heaven is real and you're going there.
  1697. >You clutch your favorite mare so tight you can feel her ecstatic heart beating against yours.
  1698. >You may not know how this all was going to work out, but you know it would, because you know her.
  1699. >And if there's one mare who would move mountains to make you laugh and smile, it's Dash.
  1700. >Her damp muzzle presses against your ear.
  1701. >"Now why don't you show the girls how much of a stud I know you are..."
  1702. >A bead of sweat forms on your brow as the fire in your loins rages to new heights.
  1703. >She nibbles your earlobe.
  1704. >"...if you've got any left when you're done...we'll do it in the plot right in front of 'em!"
  1705. >The confession of your feelings alone had you on cloud nine, and now you felt like the room was spinning.
  1706. >She gives you a wink and leans down. You feel hot breath on your member as Rarity meets your eye.
  1707. >Dash's tail swishes into view and Fluttershy and Coco take notice and look back as well.
  1708. >"Mmh-gggrk"
  1709. >Hot pony maw envelopes your length and bobs down to the root once, twice and pulls off.
  1710. >The whole time your gaze never wavers.
  1711. >Your hands find Dash's face as she surfaces and slurps up some spittle.
  1712. >"There, now you're all set!"
  1713. >You lean in and kiss her brow, lingering for a moment and enjoying the intimacy with the amazing mare.
  1714. >It was all so clear now you didn't know how you didn't see it before.
  1715. >The casual nature of relationships meant that a greater degree of intimacy was shared with friends.
  1716. >But a great deal more than that was shared with lovers.
  1717. >The love you made together with the mare you cared for more than the world itself was special to you two, and that's all it needed to be.
  1718. "Now sit back and enjoy the show."
  1719. >You whisper before pecking her nose and standing up.
  1720. >Your cock bobs and dangles a bit of pony spittle.
  1721. >A very smug and satisfied Dash hops onto the couch and lounges back with a smirk as you make your way towards the front row.
  1722. >Her forehooves rest on the back of the couch and her hindlegs splay, not having the energy to keep them shut or conceal the slowly oozing pearl filling billowing from her cleft.
  1723. >"Well it's about time you show up to your own party!" Pinkie exclaims.
  1724. >The rest of them turn to you, their expressions ranging from interest to excitement.
  1725. >Coco takes more interest than the rest, however.
  1726. >You couldn't blame her. If there was any merit to what she said earlier about being in heat then you wouldn't expect anything less.
  1727. >The moment you come withing ten feet of her she rolls over and hikes a hindleg; she goes to speak but catches herself and waits for you to respond to Pinkie like a toddler waiting for their parents to get done arguing so they could ask something.
  1728. >Thus, there really isn't much of a decision to be made when it comes to the myriad of colorful rumps in front of you.
  1729. >They were all being quite receptive even though some were still preoccupied with the movie.
  1730. >Only one however, was genuinely desperate.
  1731. "Hey now, to be fair Dash and I had this planned before it turned into a public showing! You can't blame me for taking my time with her."
  1732. >Pinkie snickers and looks to Coco, then snickers some more.
  1733. >"I think we all know thats not the only reason you took so long!"
  1734. >Dash chips in, "Well duh how else is he gonna get his daily dose of awsomeness!"
  1735. "You mean liter of awsomeness?" You ask as you glance towards the large wet spot on the carpet.
  1736. >"Heh! Yeah that."
  1737. >"Nice try Rainbow Dash, but we all heard what went on behind your little coffee table!" Pinkie teases.
  1738. >Rarity perks at the intimation of gossip, "Wait, what exactly did we hear? It must've happened during an important part in the movie."
  1739. >Dash blushes and hides from the conversation as the other mares toy with Rarity's lapse in awareness.
  1740. "Yeah well...I think that was a bit overdue if I'm being honest." You admit with a light blush.
  1741. >"I don't want to say we told you so, but..." Twilight gives you a knowing smile.
  1742. >"Yeah whatever! Just be glad I'm sharing him tonight!" Dash interjects from the couch, still a bit red in the face.
  1743. >Her forehoof was toying with the sticky glaze you'd filled her with--smearing it on her engorged nether lips like it was some sort of soothing ointment.
  1744. >The mere sight of that makes your heart skip a beat.
  1745. >Rarity's eyes go wide at the sight as well, "Oh my...I feel as if I missed a pivotal moment in your relationship." She almost sounds apologetic.
  1746. >"Yeah you did, I mean the climax was just...I wouldn't be surprised if they created enough love magic to overcome the biological barrier to reproduction." Twilight must be horny if she's bringing science into this.
  1747. >Fluttershy responds in kind, "Twilight, I think she's more interested in the c-confession."
  1748. >"Wait, Twi what did you say about the biological whatchamacallit?" Dash suddenly seems concerned.
  1749. >"Oh, yeah, I suppose that was romantic." Twilight blushes lightly at having her mind wander.
  1750. >"Why, there was a confession of love and you mean to tell me there was no fanfare and fireworks?" The regal unicorn almost looks offended.
  1751. >"Am I gonna get pregnant now? Is it because we agreed to be mates?" She almost sounds more excited than scared.
  1752. >"No Dash I was just using it as hyperbole to explain how intense your session was!"
  1753. >You try to slide out of the conversation and take Coco's hindleg in hand.
  1754. >She practically whimpers in relief and pushes her hips off the floor in a desperate bid to show you her inflamed and soggy genitals.
  1755. >The poor mare really was in heat, only she was much worse than Dash.
  1756. >"Hey! As the mare in charge of fanfare I didn't think it was appropriate for such a tender moment. Not to mention it was supposed to be sorta private I think and you were too busy fanmaring over the silly movie anyways!" Pinkie interjects.
  1757. >"I never doubted your judgement in matters of fanfare, but if you think this movie is 'silly' then I certainly question your judgement on relationships!" Rarity defends herself.
  1758. >The comment about the movie really had her miffed.
  1759. >She must be a heck of a romcom fan.
  1760. >"A-Anon?" Coco stammers and affixes you with such a needy look that you were certain she'd pass out from shock if you don't start the lewd touches soon.
  1761. >You feel your heart surge for her.
  1762. >Not in the same way it did with Dash, but more like you would feel empathetic for an adoptive pet.
  1763. >That probably wasn't the healthiest view to have of sentient ponies, but you couldn't shake the overwhelming urge to care for the mare that had chosen you in her time of need.
  1764. >She spasms and jerks, winking and curling into you to show off her fertile, cherry red innards in an instinctive bid to convince you to mate her.
  1765. >"Mhg! Anon I-I'm sorry I'm staining your carpet I--"
  1766. "--Shhh shhh shhh, hey it's alright. Don't you worry about that, there's nothing you could do to this apartment that hasn't already been done."
  1767. >You offer a reassuring smile as you stroke her inner thigh in a soothing manner.
  1768. >She immediately sighs in relief once she realizes you have every intent on rutting her.
  1769. >It was almost universal in how it calmed randy mares.
  1770. >Kind of cute to be honest.
  1771. >"Ooh ooh! Can I be next? Pleaaase?"
  1772. >Pinkie is suddenly next to you bouncing up and down with excitement.
  1773. >"Hey! Don't be rude, Coco's a much more urgent case than the rest of us!" Rarity still wasn't done with the argument.
  1774. >You hear a whisper, "Umm, I'd also like a turn after Pinkie, i-if that's alright?"
  1775. "How about this, you girls figure out who's next among yourselves and get back to me?"
  1776. >The chatter turns to background noise as you look down to really soak up an eyeful of the tan mare's genitals.
  1777. >She wasn't kidding.
  1778. >Inflamed, pink lips protrude form between her cheeks like two jumbo marshmallows squished together in a smore.
  1779. >They glisten with a sticky sheen--a mix of anxious sweat, syrupy arousal, and oily pheromones that seemed to squeeze from her lightly fuzzed pores like water out of a sponge.
  1780. >The almost sour scent of the overripe musk somehow told you that she hadn't gotten any action for far longer than was healthy for a mare in estrus.
  1781. >The little tryst this afternoon had done nothing to help either; a mare could only have the fire in her womb quenched with one thing, and the residual semen you'd spread around her canal earlier likely just made her body crave it more.
  1782. >The surprisingly heady scent emanating from between her legs wasn't a turn off, however.
  1783. >Instead it made you even more eager to help her, to right the wrong you'd caused by accident.
  1784. >You glance back at Dash as the din of disagreeing mares gets a little louder.
  1785. >The rainbow Pegasus chuckles quietly and smiles at you as she keeps her hoof hovering around her sex.
  1786. >She looked pretty tuckered out, yet she was clearly looking forward to the show.
  1787. >She shoots you a wink and a nod, giving you one last go-ahead to abandon your human mindset and enjoy the time with your friends.
  1788. >Your return smile tells her all she needs to know about where your heart lies.
  1789. >And that's all either of you need.
  1790. >You turn back to the mare in hand and gently peel back a nether lip before leaning in to gently inhale her musk.
  1791. "Geez Coco, you should've told somepony before you got this bad."
  1792. >Your tongue lolls out to lap at the clammy maresnatch.
  1793. >It's a bit bitter, but you honestly didn't expect much else in her state.
  1794. >She tucks her ears and bites her lip; she didn't expect this much flattery and it was driving her up the wall.
  1795. >It turns out school lessons are good for something.
  1796. >"Oh, well you looked like you were really enjoying yourself with her and I didn't want to come between that...especially since we've only just met.
  1797. >Not wanting to keep her waiting any longer, you guide your member into the shadow of her crevice.
  1798. >Her breath hitches as your moist sexes touch and start rubbing their essence on one another.
  1799. >"Mmmgh!"
  1800. "Just because we've recently made acquaintances doesn't mean I don't want to help you out."
  1801. >A few swabs refresh the lubrication on your glans and cause the poor, pent up mare to jerk and wink at an impressive rate.
  1802. >"T-thanks. I'm new in town and I don't know a lot of ponies, or any stallions to hmm-mmmh!"
  1803. >You press in before she can protest the teasing.
  1804. >She pushes back at the same rate you sink into her, clearly eager to take as much as you have to offer.
  1805. >"Mmmmm...just stay right there!"
  1806. >You remain hilted deep in her hot crotch sleeve.
  1807. >She's a decent bit looser than Rainbow, and the lack of pelvic musculature gives her orifice a very malleable and mushy feel.
  1808. >She's noticeably hotter than Dash as well; all symptoms of her advanced stage of estrus.
  1809. >The poor thing must've been dying waiting all day for you then hearing you and Dash go at it.
  1810. >The fact that she had enough self control to behave and wait patiently really exacerbated the empathy you felt for her.
  1811. >Every clench and spasm is accompanied with a lewd squelch and the sensation of her slime dripping from your testes.
  1812. "I'm no stallion but-ngh! I get the feeling you're a nice mare and I'd love to be friends."
  1813. >Her face had been glowing with lust before and now it was glowing with a surprisingly innocent happiness.
  1814. >"I'd love that, Anon!"
  1815. >The interest you'd shown in her as a mare seems to do wonders for her confidence.
  1816. >She hooks her hindlegs around your hips and looks you in the eye as she playfully winks against your pubes, enjoying the little throbs and chuckles you gave in return for her deliberate clenching and pleasuring.
  1817. >Movement was minimal, but you nudged and ground against one another as necessary to feel every intimate detail.
  1818. >Every mare had their own way they liked to bond and this was one of the more common practices.
  1819. >Just getting a feel for one another, quite literally.
  1820. >"Oh Anon, you feel a lot better than a stallion!"
  1821. "Hahah! Oh really?" You place your hand on her clammy muff and feel up her warm belly to a spot just under her teats.
  1822. >"You're a lot harder and your tip is so smooth and it has that rim that-mmh! It just feels like it belongs-hah!"
  1823. >She looks surprised at the sudden jolt of pleasure that explodes from the bottom of her canal.
  1824. >Your fingers knead her lower abdomen again, massaging her g-spot against your soaking shaft as you remain hilted.
  1825. >"Now you know what all the fuss was about dear." Rarity chimes in, her eyes roving over your body as you mated her fashionista partner.
  1826. >"He has some notable stamina as well, almost as much as a dragon which is pretty impressive for a primate."
  1827. "Yeah, well I've had plenty of practice."
  1828. >You feel hot breath on your moist crotch and look down to see a pink muzzle dart in to lick Coco's slick muff.
  1829. >It earns another groan out of her as you continue to rub her sensitive anatomy between your thumb and a hard place.
  1830. "You're not too bad yourself. You feel like a hot, sticky, cloud."
  1831. >She giggles and bites her forehoof, "And I take it that's a good thing."
  1832. >"It is." Dash interjects with a mirthful tone.
  1833. >Oh no she's going to tell everyone about that time when you--
  1834. >"--Trust me, I jerked him off with a hoofull of cloud once, it was kinda weird but he loved it."
  1835. >The entire room erupts in laughter.
  1836. >You thrust into Coco to stop her from laughing.
  1837. "Yeah it's a good thing."
  1838. >"Hahaha! I bet you had her shape it into a human girl!" Pinkie snorts.
  1839. >The blue maned mare nods with a cheesy grin and you start your steady in and out rhythm.
  1840. "Mgh! No she-ngh!...just held it between her-agh!...hooves!"
  1841. >"Hahaha! Well I guess it makes for easy cleanup!"
  1842. >"No, humans aren't really affected by clouds, cum just goes everywhere." Dash corrects.
  1843. >You grip Coco's clammy thigh with a hand and lean over her.
  1844. >It gives her more freedom to hump back as you thrust.
  1845. "I never heard you complain!" You tease Dash.
  1846. >"Pfft! That's cuz you'd been eating all those pineapples and it tasted like syrup!"
  1847. >Coco snorts at the joke, her breath warms your face as you meet her eye.
  1848. >The close proximity makes it difficult to focus on anything else, even as you feel Pinkie dart in to lick your slapping sack from behind.
  1849. "So-ah...you're not originally from here?"
  1850. >"No I-mmh...moved from Manehatten to work with Rari-haah!"
  1851. "Oh ok, so I can-ngh...come to you if I need a jacket for winter?"
  1852. >"I mmm-mostly work with ornamental fabrics, but-agh!...I could always try my hoof at it!"
  1853. >"Don't let her fool you dear she's got a lot of real talent." Rarity adds, having now split her attention 50/50 between the TV and the fornication.
  1854. "Real talent eh? As opposed to fake talent-ah!"
  1855. >Rarity nods, a short smirk on her face.
  1856. >"Indeed, just like you climaxed in a real cloud as opposed to Coco's lovely fake cloud."
  1857. >"Bawhahahah!" The laughter from the couch is almost contagious.
  1858. >"So who's turn is it next?" Fluttershy asks somewhere in the background.
  1859. >Every other thrust ended in a meaty thwack as more and more marejuice spurt from your juncture and coated your thighs.
  1860. >You meet her dazed expression.
  1861. "Don't worry, I like your cloud better."
  1862. >"Heheheh I know...mmgh! Anon I'm about to--"
  1863. "--Yeah I can feel it."
  1864. >You readjust your grip and the girls quiet down as the aroused room shows some reverence for the heat-broken mare's well deserved climax.
  1865. >Your thrusts grow longer and you dwell deep inside her before pulling out to repeat the process.
  1866. >She squirms and spasms and kicks her hindlegs but doesn't make a sound as her climax hits.
  1867. >The only audible indication was a catch in her breath and uniquely wonderful sound of a mare ejaculating.
  1868. >Heavy spurts soak the carpet in muffled impacts as her brain rewires itself to create a strong bond with the funny looking but kind stallion who'd granted her such a pleasant experience.
  1869. >You grip her tight and ride it out with her, stroking her mane and letting her hug you until she was all done.
  1870. >She keeps her forelegs around you and nuzzles you before pressing her lips to yours in a passionate gesture.
  1871. >"Aww...Nonny made a new friend."
  1872. >"You know you don't have to narrate everything that happens in life Pinkie." Twilight sighs.
  1873. >"Y-you were great, Anon." Coco whispers after pulling back.
  1874. >You peck her lips again, refreshing her smile.
  1875. >She tasted faintly of vanilla.
  1876. >Must be a flavor in her chapstick or something.
  1877. "You good to go now? Got your itch rutted out?"
  1878. >"Hehehe! Lemme check." She gyrates her sopping crotch on yours playfully, "Yep I think so!"
  1879. >You smirk at the obvious climax high she's experiencing.
  1880. "Alright miss Coco, I'm going to have to let you go now."
  1881. >"Mmhmmm..." She giggles and licks your chin.
  1882. >Dear Celestia mares were adorable.
  1883. >You give it another moment and when she doesn't show any sign of letting you go you start the process of untangling without cooperation.
  1884. >Amid your labored breathing your mouth gets intercepted by pony maw.
  1885. *muah!
  1886. >"Mmm you smell good." Her muzzle runs down your jaw.
  1887. "Ok, yes, I like you too, let's not get too carried away now."
  1888. >Despite her orgasm, you knew it'd take a heavy load soaking into her depths to really quell her need.
  1889. >Unfortunately that was a scarce resource in these trying times.
  1890. >You give her an ear scratch and a wink and she loosens her lock with her hindlegs so you can pull out.
  1891. >Unsheathing from her depths feels like stepping outside into a blizzard.
  1892. >All but a few determined strings of natural lubricant snap back to her drenched muff.
  1893. >"Oh wow Coco you're a faucet when you're in heat-oh!"
  1894. >You grip Pinkie's tail and pull her rump around while standing up on your knees.
  1895. >"Heheh! Gosh Nonny I haven't seen you this horny in a while!"
  1896. "Yeah well I have all of you to blame."
  1897. >"Anon you asked us to come up with an order and Pinkie was third!" Twilight sighs, her tail twitching.
  1898. >She must've been next.
  1899. >You don't even need to use a hand to guide your slimy member into the pink pony's canal.
  1900. "In my defense I never said I'd follow it. But get your purple rump over here anyways."
  1901.  
  1902. >You coax her over and she brightens up.
  1903. >Pinkie didn't have intense texture or muscles either, but she was very energetic.
  1904. >A rhythmic thwapping starts echoing through the room as she drives herself back against you without any coaxing.
  1905. >The force of the impacts makes you loose your balance just as the purple mare approaches and she literally rides you into the ground; her warm, voluptuous rump situated heavily on your middle.
  1906. >You prop yourself up to see Twilight's smirk.
  1907. "If you were ordering based off of necessity I think I chose right."
  1908. >"She's always like that it doesn't count!"
  1909. "And you're always the well behaved little princess is that right?"
  1910. >She folds her ears at the tease.
  1911. >"A-Anon, not everything is that black and white you know."
  1912. >She gets close enough that you can snag her foreleg.
  1913. >"Hey!"
  1914. "Get over here miss smarty pants!"
  1915. >You pull her towards you until she's forced to brace a foreleg on the other side of your body for balance, effectively straddling your torso.
  1916. >"I don't wear pants!"
  1917. "No pony does, it's a figure of speech."
  1918. >You lean in with puckered lips, closing your eyes late enough to see a toothy grin on her equally eager muzzle.
  1919. >Lavender lips massage into yours, comfortably wet, excitedly bold, and with the confidence of a well acquainted friend.
  1920. >It felt good to kiss her, she'd certainly earned that affection from you.
  1921. >You certainly cared for her as you did the rest of the mares here; it was a connection that felt great to share without also needing to feel as important as breathing itself.
  1922. >She licks lightly at your teeth, but refrains from being as bold as she normally is when you go at it.
  1923. >Perhaps out of respect for your newly announced mate spectating eagerly in the back.
  1924. >She pulls away trailing a string of spit.
  1925. "Thanks, Twilight. That stuff you taught me about really helped out tonight."
  1926. >You offer a genuine smile amidst the wet thwapping pounding away on your erection.
  1927. >Pinkies hindlegs hook around yours as she finds a provocative angle to sit and begins to grind heavily while striking up conversation with the other bystanders.
  1928. >"No need to thank me. I just like helping out when I can!"
  1929. "Well you do a good job of it. Thank you."
  1930. >Her purple cheeks tint a shade red.
  1931. >"Aww, it was nothing really, I just read from a book."
  1932. "You did more than that."
  1933. >She blushes harder and tries to shuffle to the side but you don't let her.
  1934. >Instead you lean in and nibble her jaw before sniffing her neck.
  1935. >"Ahh...that only works for pegasi, r-remember?" She chuckles nervously, her tail flicking past the thin gap between her thighs.
  1936. >Somewhere in the background your senses perk at Dash's groaning.
  1937. >You feel Twilight's neck muscles tense as she glances back, then you hear her gulp at the scene she was taking in.
  1938. >You're not sure if you should look just yet, you had to endure an onslaught of mares and you certainly weren't going to last if you looked too much at that gorgeous blue pegasus.
  1939. >Your hand sifts through the mare's wingpit as the other hooks around her sturdy Equine shoulders for support.
  1940. >"Mgh..." She shifts, but this time into you to better facilitate your reach.
  1941. >You feel up the damp fur in her wingpits and stroke the sensitive underside of her wing as you nibble around her neck.
  1942. >"She's really into you, you know..." Twilight whispers in your ear before licking your earlobe.
  1943. >Pinkie's sopping clit winks out to nibble at your balls and you push back into her as if to say 'keep doing that.'
  1944. >She gets the message without stuttering.
  1945. "Oh is she?"
  1946. >"Mhmm..." Twilight moves to straddle you now, one hoof moves between her legs as she lays her chest down on yours to balance and return the playful nibbles and licks.
  1947. >"The way she always looks at you when you're rutting...the way she's looking at us now, rubbing your cum into her crotch and fur..."
  1948. >You lick up her neck and behind her jaw, then nibble on her ear which she conveniently folds for you.
  1949. >She mirrors your move.
  1950. "She's always been like that."
  1951. >"With you."
  1952. >Twilight moves to the other side of your neck where your masculine scent was fresh, leaving the other side to cool on a sheen of princess spit.
  1953. >Your hands finally reach back to take over for her, one guiding her wet hoof away and the other taking its place on the patch of wrinkly, slimy mareflesh.
  1954. >She winks into your fingers and you quickly take the opportunity to follow the nub back under it's clitoral hood.
  1955. >"Hah!-mmmmh..."
  1956. "Still love those fingers huh?"
  1957. >She goes back to sniffing and licking. Her wings rock hard and throbbing.
  1958. >"Mhmm...I bet you keep her up all night with them."
  1959. "That's not the only thing we keep each other up with."
  1960. >Her tongue runs up your neck and behind your ear; hot breath preceding her soft voice.
  1961. >Sloppy, unprincesslike kisses pepper your cheek and drift across your eye into your brow.
  1962. >"I-I bet you l-lick a-and-mgh! Sssniff and b-b-breed load after load into her hot-aah...oooooah!"
  1963. >Her muscles clench and you desperately finger into her, finding her g-spot with practiced digits.
  1964. >You quickly coax the edges of her orgasm out into the limelight and she's overcome with trembling like you've never seen before.
  1965. >Geez, maybe you should invite her over to watch you and Dash sometimes.
  1966. >After a moment she recovers and the trembling slows until she has limited control over her body.
  1967. >"Oh that was ni--eeep!"
  1968. >You hook her forelegs and roll her onto the floor until her pudgy belly is facing the ceiling.
  1969. >Simultaneously you sit up and pull Pinkie out of her conversation by pulling her to your chest and off your dick.
  1970. >It unsheathes with a loud
  1971. *sclorp
  1972. >As you lay the surprised party pony beside the lavender one.
  1973. >It re-sheathes with an even louder
  1974. *splrrt
  1975. >Right in the glistening folds between Twilight's couch potato ass.
  1976. >"Oh! Anon that's ngh!" She cries and pushes off the ground to eagerly grind into you.
  1977. >You spread the party mare's legs and lean in to repay her for the inconvenience.
  1978. >"Hehehe! Golly Anon you haven't gone down on me in months!"
  1979. >She snickers again when you playfully motorboat her fatty teats.
  1980. >The next second your senses explode with the soft, squishy, and sickly sweet sensation of tasting a mare's genitals.
  1981. >Most had a similar feel but the tastes and scents varied quite wildly.
  1982. >For such a sugarhead, the pink mare really wasn't all that sweet.
  1983. >The taste varied mostly based off of diet and exercise, but there were some trends you'd noticed based off species.
  1984. >Unicorns tended to be more tart and pegasi tended to be more milky, with earth ponies spanning everywhere in between.
  1985. >It was actually a by product of magic use to some extent, and according the the mare eagerly rubbing herself off on your cock, it was universal between mares and stallions.
  1986. >A fact you were certainly willing to just take her word on.
  1987. >Apparently pegasi had an additional protein structure in their blood and other bodily fluids as a result of their increased vascular demand by their high output flight muscles.
  1988. >That's what made the spot between their legs taste like watered down marshmallow.
  1989. >It extended to all their mucous membranes including the lining of their cheeks, hence why you could stay up for hours kissing.
  1990. >Partly at least...
  1991. >"Nonny!"
  1992. >"Oh Anon!"
  1993. >Pinkie pulls on the back of your head with both hooves, mashing her sopping lips to yours in a sticky, smelly kiss.
  1994. >Her clit is the only firm texture in a sea of soft flesh and wet fur.
  1995. >It firmly butts against your teeth, then tongue in random sequence.
  1996. >You feel Twilight shift and bring a hand back to hold her hindleg out of the way.
  1997. >She was still laying down, but had shifted on her side to position your hips perpendicular, giving you an extra half inch of penetration.
  1998. >A half inch that she eagerly takes advantage of.
  1999. >"Ngh I'm a-almost...!"
  2000. >"Oh Nonny righttheredontstop!"
  2001. >Pinkie's donut clenches against your chin as you dig deeper to lap at the soft unidentifiable patch of nerves that she seemingly enjoyed.
  2002. >The firmness that you felt from her clit you suddenly felt inside Twilight.
  2003. >It took a second to realize you'd hit her cervix, and another to realize the warm swabbing on your balls wasn't her twitching tail.
  2004. >"Eeeeep!"
  2005. >Marecum sputters forth around your chin, some squirting up your nostril as you refuse to release from the ardent crotch smooch.
  2006. >Twilight's leg goes limp in your grasp as the last of her ejaculate drips from your dangling and now quite full testes.
  2007. >You weren't sure how exactly you were doing this, but it certainly helped to know you had a goal you were working towards that wasn't just the explosive release of your guests.
  2008. >You pull away from the Pink mare's crotch as she starts to giggle.
  2009. >She makes no effort to cover up the mess of matted fur and mareslime that strung her labia to her tail to your chin.
  2010. >You rub her belly and give the inside of her thigh a parting kiss--salty from a light sweat that you all were working up.
  2011. >At this point the room was well on it's way to smelling like sex and mares and the panting Twilight wasn't helping.
  2012. >You pull out your still throbbing but thoroughly soaked erection, a stubborn string of her natural lube remains attached even as you roll onto your side and lay between them.
  2013. "Phew! You girls are wearing me out!"
  2014. >Twilight snickers and Pinkie giggles as they both lean over to kiss you on the cheek.
  2015. >"You're doing good Nonny, just two more to go!"
  2016. >You look over to a smiling Rarity and Fluttershy, who pointedly begins to drift a hoof between her legs when she makes eye contact.
  2017. >Yeah you weren't getting off easy.
  2018. >"Too bad I'm not in heat...next time you'll have to put it right in my womb." Twilight finishes with a whisper and an affectionate lick on the cheek.
  2019. >You lean over to peck her lips.
  2020. "I've never hit anypony's cervix before..."
  2021. >"It was a little something I read in the pony sutra. I can teach you later."
  2022. "I'm counting on it." You lean in to whisper in her ear, "Maybe you can stay up all night and watch me fertilize Dash?"
  2023. >She bites her lip and goes red, her clit winks loudly despite her recent release.
  2024. >Pinkie pushes her head into your back and Twilight sits up under your arm to help.
  2025. >Behind them are two small but pooling stains of mare, a perfect complement to the absolute monster of a wet spot that Coco unleashed and the smattered dribbling behind the coffee table.
  2026. >The landmare is definitely going to get you on that when you move out.
  2027. >You groan and idly scratch the two mares behind the ears.
  2028. >A Yellow muzzle suddenly provides something to focus on, all of three inches in front of your face.
  2029. >"I-I think it's my turn...i-if you don't mind."
  2030. >You take a moment to catch your breath.
  2031. >The little ponies were relatively easy to satisfy, but if you really let yourself go you could easily reach your limit with any one of them.
  2032. >There was a fine line of looking at the dirty business for the fun of it, looking at the floor to tame your libido, and focusing on their adorable little faces.
  2033. >Eye contact was important for the vast majority of mares; it was something you always tended to do anyways so you never learned of it as a uniquely Equestrian practice.
  2034. >Unfortunately that meant you had to watch all the cute little unf faces they made as they squirmed and squealed around you.
  2035. >That was counterproductive to the prime directive of the dick.
  2036. >Stay hard for bluefast bottom.
  2037. >Your original plan was to make it to the finale without popping, but that was starting to look increasingly unrealistic.
  2038. >Fluttershy stares unabashedly at your dripping erection.
  2039. >Your entire crotch was glistening with the telltale sign of the friends you'd conquered, but the battle was wearing you down and there was only so much you could resist the onslaught of enjoyment.
  2040. >"Oh my."
  2041. >You don't let her quiet tone fool you.
  2042. >She had a mean libido that could rival Rarity in sultriness and Twilight in kinkiness.
  2043. >It wasn't exactly your thing, but it certainly wasn't unpleasant.
  2044. >And she was your friend after all.
  2045. >She meets your eye and licks her lips as she steps closer, her wings starting to puff excitedly.
  2046. >You glance back at the carnage of leaking mares behind you, only Pinkie is watching the TV, Twilight and Coco are watching with bated breath.
  2047. >The latter of the two massages her wet cleft and shoots you a knowing wink.
  2048. >A soft muzzle presses to your ear, "You really are quite the stallion, Rainbow is a lucky mare to have you around."
  2049. >Your eyes move to the colorful pegasus on the couch who was clearly coming down off a recent self-induced orgasm as evidenced by the froth surrounding her marehood.
  2050. >You smile and she grins back before licking up a bead of sweat from her nose.
  2051. >Her tail swishes to the side and she spreads her cheeks with her wings to pucker her anus at you.
  2052. >You take in a shaky breath and place a hand behind the butterscotch mare's head, scratching her nape gently.
  2053. >Screw it you're going to hold out until the end.
  2054. >Attention snaps back to the mare at hand as she nips your ear almost painfully.
  2055. >If she was going to play the quiet pushover you were going to call her bluff before she had a chance to change her story.
  2056. "Let me guess, you're in the back of the line because all the other girls wanted to go first and you were too shy to tell them how needy you were?"
  2057. >You massage her neck up to the base of her skull and down to her withers.
  2058. >"Mhmm..."
  2059. >The quiet mare stifles her satisfied groans but leans into your touch as she curls her neck to expose the spot that felt the best.
  2060. >You scratch her fur roughly and earn a grunt from her.
  2061. "I'm sure it was torture watching me take your friends one by one, spreading their legs and piercing their hot, wet pussies with my hard human cock."
  2062. >Her hindhooves curl and she arches her back. Her wings were at full mast already as she pushes into you.
  2063. >Her tail flags to the side; you can't see what's underneath but it's enough to tear Rarities eyes from the climactic arc of the movie.
  2064. >"It made me so moist, t-thinking about how it would feel when it was my turn."
  2065. >She bites your neck, "How I would force you to spill all your hot human spunk in me..."
  2066. >So it's gonna be like that is it now?
  2067. >You're on your elbows now, looking up at the increasingly perverse mare straddling you.
  2068. >You could simply ask her to take it easy, you could tell her that you were saving yourself for the finale with Dash, but that would really put a damper on the mood not to mention the contract with the cyan pegasus was still a secret to the rest of the crew.
  2069. >Part of you was excited to surprise them.
  2070. "I'm sure it did."
  2071. >Your hand on her nape grips her firmly and you start to pull her down.
  2072. >Her eyes meet yours, briefly surprised by the turn of events.
  2073. >You smile and wink and guide her muzzle down to your chest.
  2074. >Once her breath is close enough to tickle your skin she stops resisting and eagerly drags her tongue up your sternum.
  2075. >The next lick takes her to your nipple which she sucks in hard as if she were trying to prove you had milk to give somehow.
  2076. >She pull off with a pop and hesitates before kissing and nuzzling back up to your neck.
  2077. >It was like she thought you might change your mind.
  2078. >But you know what you want, and you know what she wants, and more importantly, you know this is the fastest way to finish her off.
  2079. >You halt her and she seems to bounce off your resistance, traveling back down to your belly with the clear understanding to go lower.
  2080. >"Hehehe! I was wondering when you were going to ask for it." Twilight snickers, watching the scene laying next to you.
  2081. >You scratch her chin as Fluttershy reaches your belly button.
  2082. "Are you documenting my sexuality now, miss Twilight?"
  2083. >She snickers and leans into your scratches.
  2084. >"Not now silly, I don't have my notepad on me!"
  2085. >Oh, she was serious.
  2086. >The yellow pegasus hits your pubes and skips your goods to lap at the inside of your wet thighs.
  2087. >She nudges your legs apart.
  2088. >Clearly she wasn't in the mood to be stalled any longer.
  2089. >You spread for her and flinch at the hot breath that buffets your tacky member, making it jump and drip a lazy bead of precum.
  2090. >She lets it hit your belly before licking it up and nuzzling your member.
  2091. >Her eyes open and look up at you as her tongue rolls out to taste her friends on you.
  2092. >You groan and Twilight fidgets as she starts obnoxiously shclicking her nethers.
  2093. >"Oh for heaven sakes! Can you keep it down this the best part!" Rarity scolds the princess.
  2094. >Twilight blushes and pauses, "Sorry!"
  2095. >Fluttershy doesn't really live up to her namesake as she lets her tongue wander across every nook and cranny she could find.
  2096. >Under your sack, between your thighs, the base of your cock all the way up to the rim of your glans gets a gratuitous lathering of her spit.
  2097. >Maybe it would've been easier to take her between the legs like the rest of them.
  2098. >Luckily, she's got a hoof buried in her nethers so the effort wasn't completely wasted.
  2099. >"Oh..." *schlick! Twilight freezes again as Rarity shoots a look her way.
  2100. >Poor mare, hooves were far too blunt of a tool to use there.
  2101. "Here, scoot over here I'll help you out."
  2102. >She almost looks embarrassed that she needed to take more than her fair share of the attention, but you nudge her over and she rolls against you.
  2103. >Her head lays on your chest so she gets a good view of the show and her body lays against yours.
  2104. >A hand snakes it's way between her cheeks and she kicks a hindleg into the air.
  2105. "Don't tell me I'm gonna have three estruses to deal with this week?"
  2106. >Your fingers find her clammy genitals, pausing to massage her plothole before rubbing up her gooch to reach the slick, well fucked lips.
  2107. >"No, nothing like that. I suppose I'm just a little pent up."
  2108. >You lean forward and lick her horn, making her jolt.
  2109. "Well that's what friends are for."
  2110. >Your finger suddenly curls into her courtesy of the mouth on your nethers gulping your member to the root.
  2111. >The sporadic interruptions only increase in intensity and frequency causing Rarity to sigh in defeat.
  2112. >Twilight rides your fingers as they curl against all the spots you know she likes.
  2113. >A spot of drool escapes her lips; her eyes never leave the scene of debauchery unfolding in front of her.
  2114. >For somepony who seemed hesitant at first, she clearly wasn't holding back.
  2115. >Pink mane brushes across your belly and legs as glossy wet lips purse around your length.
  2116. >She shamelessly tickles your urethra with her tongue before twisting her muzzle down to your very root and swallowing.
  2117. >Soft mewls and satisfied groans compliment your member.
  2118. >It was far more than you bargained for and you find yourself struggling with not getting lost in the moment.
  2119. "A little help here?" You quietly ask Twilight as you slip a thumb into her ponut to put pressure on her sensitive spot from the other side of her anatomy.
  2120. >After a brief delay her horn cackles to life and you feel a sudden tingle envelop your nuts and lightly tug them.
  2121. "Agh!" You reflexively buck into Fluttershy's dripping maw.
  2122. >A soft thwack precedes a muffled gag that you feel more than hear.
  2123. >Dribbles of fresh saliva drip from your sack as she recovers without pulling off you. The shy pegasus looks up with an ardent, watery gaze--her lips curling into a smile.
  2124. "N-not me! Her!"
  2125. >"Sorry!"
  2126. >The magic shifts into something you can't quite see illuminating the underside of her flagged tail a darker shade of pink.
  2127. >Whatever it is, you can practically feel it enter her as she leans back, the blowjob momentarily on pause.
  2128. >Her wet forehoof is no longer needed, so she uses it to help her smiling lips work your glistening shaft.
  2129. >The fingers you'd been using to stroke Twilight's mane somehow finds their way into her mouth.
  2130. >She lets you explore around her tongue and sucks down between lite bites.
  2131. >Each nibble is met with a firmer push into her relaxed orifices.
  2132. >You lay your head back down on the carpet and try to focus on something else, anything else to stave off the inevitable a little longer.
  2133. >Suddenly your view of the dimly lit ceiling is overtaken by a busty tuft and smiling face.
  2134. "Hey Coco...mhh...enjoying the movie?"
  2135. >She carefully lays herself down, her forelegs to either side of your head as she scoots forward to push her tuft to your hair.
  2136. >It was very comfortable and she even starts massaging your neck.
  2137. >"Hmmm..." she hums happily, looking at you all the while, "...oh I haven't looked at the TV in awhile." Hot breath washes your face and a bead of sweat runs across your brow.
  2138. >Twilight curls back against you so you could reach a bit deeper and Fluttershy pops off with a slurp to vigorously lavish your balls with her velvety tongue.
  2139. >You look back at your pony pillow just in time to squint at the sight of her lips closing in.
  2140. >She kisses the sweat off your brow, then licks slowly down the bridge of your nose.
  2141. >Your fingers curl against the ridged roof of Twilight's mouth as even more drool runs down your knuckles.
  2142. "Sorry I'm not really in a position to retrace my steps...even if I could spare the stamina."
  2143. >"No...no shh...I just want you to relax."
  2144. >You blush and surrender to Coco's altruistic kissing and licking.
  2145. >"--Mmmmgh!" Fluttershy moans so loud Rarity turns up the volume.
  2146. >She leans back into the magic phallus and nudges a muzzle under your sack to huff your musk and nibble your gooch.
  2147. >You almost feel embarrassed with how you throb wildly at the myriad of sensations.
  2148. >You really couldn't take much more of this treatment.
  2149. >Fluttershy's tongue tackles your slippery cock like a salt lick and you see pinkie's shadow close in and take a spot next to you.
  2150. >"Heheh! Are we all saying thanks to Nonny now for being such a generous stud?"
  2151. >No, please no more! You want to scream but can't.
  2152. >Twilight squirms but doesn't let up.
  2153. >You can feel the butterscotch pegasus tremble as her orgasm hits her; once more your member disappears into her mouth as she makes a final bid for your load.
  2154. >Coco's moist, furry lips smush into yours as she kisses you hungrily, hoping to help you burst that much harder in your friend's throat.
  2155. >Everything is frozen for a moment and the only sound you can hear is Fluttersy's wings flapping, Twilight's clit winking, and Coco's tongue tasting it's way under yours.
  2156. >It couldn't come soon enough and you stop right on the edge of the precipice.
  2157. >Then, Flutters slowly releases your thoroughly slobbed member from her matted muzzle; her tension drips out of her like the last drops of sap from a young pine.
  2158. >Coco pulls off the kiss trailing a string of saliva and you think for a moment that you'd passed the trial.
  2159. >But you'd underestimated mares.
  2160. >Pinkie licks her lips and shoots Coco a look that makes her blush before both of them turn to you.
  2161. >Hot breath fills your lungs as your eyes go wide.
  2162. >Two mares meet you in a kiss full on the mouth.
  2163. >Pinkie lets out a surprising moan and Coco sandwiches your tongue between the two as an explosion of intimate flavor suddenly presents itself.
  2164. >Fluttershy seems to sense an opportunity and gives your cock a test kiss to which it eagerly throbs with a will of its own.
  2165. >The edge was suddenly closer than you thought and there's not a thing you can do about it as the presence between your legs breathes hot and heavy and lays determined licks up your length.
  2166. >An idea suddenly hits you and without time to think you pull your fingers from Twilight's maw and wiggle the ones buried in her nethers to get her attention.
  2167. "Mm-helpth!" You plead with the resident wizard to somehow stave off the orgasm that was now upon you.
  2168. >Your heart sinks when you feel her simply tremble harder in response.
  2169. >"Ngaaah!"
  2170. >Hot mare juice spurts into your palm as Fluttershy plants her forehooves on your thighs.
  2171. >There was nothing to do now but to cum.
  2172. >It was a valiant effort by anyone's standards.
  2173. >You'd given more than your fair share but in the end they were just too well equipped and too well meaning to do anything but drive your explosive finale.
  2174. >You genuinely regret not being able to hold out for Dash one last time, you weren't sure you'd get the opportunity to breed her in front of her friends again.
  2175. >But she wouldn't hold it against you, and like she said, you'd have all week to try out new things.
  2176. >Heat surges through your erection and you give yourself to the sloppy kiss as you try to make the most out of the incredible experience.
  2177. >Everyone seems to sense what's coming and they all lick a little harder just to make it as good as possible for you.
  2178. >Even Twilight is rubbing and kissing your belly amid her high.
  2179. >Only after another second of almost intolerable pleasure you start to realize something's wrong.
  2180. >The pressure was still there and it had yet to burst.
  2181. >You thrust against Fluttershy's muzzle and kiss into the two mares but your desperation gets you nowhere.
  2182. >Twilight comes to just in time to catch you amidst the throes of needy release and immediately fires up her horn.
  2183. >The sound of lapping tongues gets overtaken by your groaning as a massaging aura kneads and tugs on your balls and rubs your gooch.
  2184. >Coco looks up in surprise, and Pinkie steals one last kiss before she pulls off as well.
  2185. >Your orgasm was still pumping and Fluttershy could feel it, she was sucking down like a leech to draw your man juice from your straw.
  2186. "Ooooh!"
  2187. >You groan and squirm trying to cum and Coco pets your hair reassuringly, unsure of the source of your sudden handicap.
  2188. >Twilight is the first to figure it out.
  2189. >"Rarity! What's the big idea doing that to Anon!"
  2190. >The magic massage stops and the pegasus pulls off with a pop, huffing and looking more than a bit annoyed at the unicorn behind her.
  2191. >Her muzzle was a matted mess of dripping pony spit, and your entire crotch was it's matching counterpart.
  2192. >"Now dear don't get carried away. I'm merely acting in his best interests."
  2193. >Rarity's horn, which you just realized was lit, suddenly extinguishes and relieves the pressure you'd felt inside.
  2194. >The magical block that had kept your plumbing plugged suddenly disappears, but you'd already passed the peak and can do little more than expel a single watery spurt onto your belly.
  2195. >Coco's nostrils flare and she licks her lips, but Fluttershy notices before she has a chance to move.
  2196. >Her broad tongue eagerly cleans her reward from your belly while the argument continues.
  2197. >"What do you mean? You can't just blueball him like that!" Twilight was getting upset.
  2198. >Even though she did the same at your behest earlier.
  2199. >Come to think of it...
  2200. "Girls, please! It's fine. Rarity was just looking out for me because of something we'd...discussed earlier."
  2201. >You push yourself to a sitting position to look them in the eye. The yellow mare was still licking your erect tip for flavor, but that ship had already sailed.
  2202. >"Why would you ever want to not cum?" Pinkie asks.
  2203. >Rarity deflects the question to you and Twilight looks at you, confused.
  2204. >Coco kisses your shoulder, still concerned about your apparent lack of release.
  2205. >You look back to Dash who was now sitting on the edge of the couch looking pensive.
  2206. >She takes a deep breath and gives you a nod before dismounting and trotting over.
  2207. >There's something off about her walk, it's like she's trying to hold an egg between her thighs or something.
  2208. >You lift your arm and pull her into a hug.
  2209. "Well, Dash and I were uh..." You look down at her and she gives you a confident grin, "...we were thinking of trying something new to celebrate."
  2210. >You feel the lithe pegasus gulp but she stifles any nervous ticks.
  2211. >"Y-yeah. We're uh, you see I've never done um, we've never really..."
  2212. "We were going to try anal."
  2213. >Rarity nods in approval then looks smugly at Twilight.
  2214. >The purple mare just looks surprised.
  2215. >"Oh, that's great! It should make for a potent bonding exercise since you'll be the first to enter her plot--"
  2216. >"--Twilight can you just cut the nerd speak for a bit?" Dash snaps.

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