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Friends With Benefits (NSFW)

By Mobius
Created: 20th December 2020 05:59:44 PM

  1. “So are we doing this or what?”
  2. >You look at the frazzled mare standing at the edge of your bed, her hair was all over the place and her fur and some feathers stuck up in odd directions.
  3. >She was having a rough one.
  4. >A few minutes ago she’d come barging in, interrupting your nap time.
  5. >Apparently it was estrus season again, it wasn’t the first you’d heard of it, but you were grateful for the warning either way.
  6. >Estrus was like a switch in this small town. You’d be fine one morning and by sunset you’d be running for your life.
  7. >Well that was a bit of an exaggeration. Mares didn’t turn into sex zombies, they just got really…forward and indiscriminate with their advances.
  8. >Dash tended to get hit by it early on, so she agreed to let you know when one was coming…kinda like your own early warning system.
  9. >You may not be a prime target, but you did your best to avoid unnecessary awkwardness.
  10. >Normally you’d keep to yourself or go hang out with some of the other stallions.
  11. >The only mare you would dare approach during that time was Rainbow, and even she kept her distance when she could.
  12. >But this is the first season you might not get away completely unscathed.
  13. >Actually, as long as the jittery prismatic mare in front of you didn’t rescind her request, you were for sure not getting away.
  14. >The one thing that made this season different from the previous ones is that Rainbow Dash had asked for your help this time.
  15. >You weren’t crazy about the idea, you were primarily concerned about messing up your best friendship yet.
  16. >But…at the same time you couldn’t say you weren’t at least excited at the prospect of having sex with her.
  17. >She wasn’t shy about showing off her body, whether she did it on purpose to mess with you, or inadvertently displayed her privates when you gave her belly rubs.
  18. >Needless to say you’d developed a heathy interest in her.
  19. >And now you’d been given an opportunity to fill that interest.
  20. >On top of that there was the fact that the normally brash pony was now standing shyly in front of you, her body was causing her discomfort and she trusted you enough to find a solution.
  21. >And you weren’t about to turn a cold shoulder to that. Not after all she’s done for you.
  22. >Besides, you were a bit pent up yourself.
  23. >You notice she still hasn’t responded.
  24. “Rainbow…hey…earth to Dashie, make up your mind.”
  25. >She snaps out of her deer in the headlights look and nods vigorously before biting her lip and looking at you.
  26. >”Yeah…”
  27. “Yeah we’re doing this? Or…”
  28. >She steps over you pile of recently discarded clothes and puts a hoof on the edge of your comforter.
  29. >”Yeah we’re doing this. I just uhh…didn’t expect you to be that easy to convince. And don’t call me that by the way.”
  30. >Dangit! Almost got away with it.
  31. “Well, like you said earlier, I can’t leave you hanging.”
  32. >She looks at you pensively with a concerned crinkle of the brow. You don’t flinch at the sight of her magenta eyes boring into you.
  33. >”Y-you…you’re sure?”
  34. “Yeah, I kinda need to relieve some tension too.”
  35. >You look at the clock and do some quick math.
  36. “The next hour’s all yours, after that I have a hoofball game I want to watch.”
  37. >She freezes in the process of hoping onto your bed and misplaces her hind hooves, slipping half-way off.
  38. >You reach out and grab her by the midsection and with your help, she kicks back up to the safety of the mattress.
  39. >Once she recovers she stares at you like you just grew horns.
  40. >”Whaddaya mean an…hour?”
  41. >Her perked ears and wide eyes stood ready to hear your response, her tail swished gently side to side.
  42. >With how desperate she seemed earlier, she sure was taking a while to get to it.
  43. “Oh, well…if you need more time I guess I can just watch reruns of it. I kinda want to keep the…you know, confined to here.”
  44. >She doesn’t appreciate it though, her mouth is a bit agape and her eyes are wide with…dissapointment?
  45. “Sorry, detergent is expensive!”
  46. >”…We’re talking about the same hour here right? Like uh…the long hand around th-the whole…all the numbers?”
  47. >You seemed to be on two different pages.
  48. “Yeah…same hour.”
  49. >She finally takes a few steps forward, carefully placing her hooves between your legs. She gulps audibly.
  50. >”T-thats…it’s just that it usually takes me a few minutes…and that’s by myself.”
  51. >Okay so she wasn’t disappointed then.
  52. “And when you’re not by yourself?”
  53. >Her ears perk up again and her face turns a bit red.
  54. >”W-well, I uhh…don’t really k-know.”
  55. >This was a twist. Now you had to really take good care of her.
  56. >Not that you weren’t before.
  57. >You smile comfortingly and reach out to her with open arms, making a beckoning motion with your fingers.
  58. >She returns the smile weakly before tucking her ears and moving slowly until she was right next to you.
  59. >She stood there for a moment, waiting for you to give her some direction.
  60. >You sit up a bit and pull her into a deep hug.
  61. >Her soft chest fluff cushions against your bare chest and her warm fore legs return your hug; a pungent cloud of sweat and musk wafts over you.
  62. >She’d definitely had a rough morning.
  63. >A pointed, smiling muzzle lays across your spine and her neck traps some of her hair against yours.
  64. >Her hind leg steps across your knees and braces next to your hip, saddling you for balance.
  65. >Her ear twitches against your cheek as you turn your face towards the back of her head and whisper.
  66. “I’m ready to start when you are.”
  67. >Her wings ruffle a bit at your anticipation of her emotions. She’d never admit she’s nervous, but you could tell.
  68. >She finally withdraws her hug and sits straight down in the gap between your legs, resting one fore hoof on your bare thigh.
  69. “And you don’t have to worry, I’ll do all the work.”
  70. >Her ears are splayed back and she gives you a look of appreciation.
  71. >”Heheh thanks.”
  72. >You smile, you were happy you could make her happy.
  73. >Her grin morphs into a wry smile.
  74. >”Yeah soak it up, cuz that’s as sappy as I’m gonna get!”
  75. >You just snort in response.
  76. >”Oh, one more thing.”
  77. “Yeah?”
  78. >Her eyes turn unabashedly to your limp junk and she points to it with a fore hoof.
  79. >”I’m not gonna get pregnant or anything right?”
  80. >You own eyes follow hers down to the organ in question as it twitches under scrutiny.
  81. “No, you shouldn’t. I know we have a different number of chromosomes so I’m pretty sure it’s impossible…but if your worried about it we can just…”
  82. >”No I want…uhh…I-I mean I’m sure you’re right.”
  83. >Her face was beginning to hold a permanent light flush now and her wings had started extending.
  84. >You were also just beginning to get excited, it was harder than you’d thought it’d be.
  85. >Over the past few months Dash had been encouraging you to go commando more often so you could at least look like you were trying to adapt.
  86. >After the first few awkward boners, she’d learned to stop staring at your midsection and you’d gotten used to being naked when she came over to hang out.
  87. >Ponies were much more open about nudity and sex. They were by no means a bunch of swingers, they just didn’t really make a big fuss out of it.
  88. >It wasn’t uncommon for friends to help each other out when they could…or if they could find a willing stallion that is.
  89. >Eventually nudity became the new norm around her and pretty much in public.
  90. >You still wore clothes occasionally though, like you were today. Pockets were convenient.
  91. >So in a way you were both a bit desensitized to each other, but you had a feeling that was about to change.
  92. >Dash leans forward a bit, her eyes locked inquisitively on the appendage between your legs.
  93. >You watch with amusement and decide to let her take her time exploring…or whatever the hell she was doing.
  94. >You’d promised to make her comfortable, rushing her wasn’t the way to go about that.
  95. >You twitch a bit as the tip of her hoof comes into contact with your penis.
  96. >A look of concentration fills her features as she gently nudges it around a bit.
  97. >Her eyes dart up to you and she withdraws her hoof suddenly.
  98. >”You don’t mind if I…uhh, get it up first?’
  99. >She bites her lip, waiting for your response.
  100. “Well it kinda has to for this to work you know.”
  101. >Her nervousness disappears.
  102. >”Haha! Y-yeah of course.”
  103. “Oh…and here I was convinced you were inexperienced.”
  104. >Her face flushes again and she diverts her gaze.
  105. >”I am, but the PlayColt magazines make them look a lot different.”
  106. >Oh.
  107. “Well that’s probably because I’m not a colt.”
  108. >A look of realization dawns on her.
  109. >You spread your legs a bit as her hoof returns to your still limp penis and you hold your breath.
  110. >She peels it away from your slightly sweaty balls and plops it back on your belly.
  111. >With little left to hide, you start to swell up.
  112. >She watches with wide eyes as it twitches and rolls across your belly, filling with blood.
  113. >Looking up, she meets your eyes and smirks at you before diverting her attention back.
  114. >She lays down, resting both forelegs on your thighs and uses both fore hooves to pick up your balls.
  115. >She rolls them back and forth and overtly sniffs at your man-musk.
  116. >Her tail visibly twitches and her wings start to spread.
  117. >She returns to the shaft in between her fore hooves and looks right down the barrel of the gun with crossed eyes.
  118. >”Hah, I think I found a new way to measure your pulse!”
  119. >Her hot breath makes you flinch a little bit.
  120. “What?”
  121. >”It twitches with your heartbeat dude.”
  122. >Well duh.
  123. >She prods your tip gently with a hoof, making you flinch a little more.
  124. >Her hooves slide down before stroking back up with a bit of pressure, causing a bit of pre-fluid to emerge.
  125. >She looks up at you with wide eyes.
  126. >”D-did…you just cum?”
  127. >You can’t help but laugh at her ignorance.
  128. “Hahaha! No Dash, that’s normal.”
  129. >She looks a bit flustered before she starts regularly stroking up and down in uncoordinated fashion.
  130. >”Well how should I know! You’re an alien!”
  131. >She did have a point.
  132. “Yeah I guess. It’s for uhh…extra lubrication.”
  133. >”Oh.”
  134. >A thought crosses her mind and she stops stroking you for a second.
  135. >Her hoof reaches out and she spreads the large drop of pre across your head and a bit down your shaft with the soft underside of her hoof.
  136. >She waits for no permission before beginning her stroking again with renewed vigor.
  137. >You take a deep breath and spread wider as you feel yourself harden between her two hooves.
  138. >Her wings extend farther and farther until they were at full mast, telling you she was finding some satisfaction in this.
  139. >It wasn’t as comfortable as your hand, but it wasn’t painful either. Most of the stimulation came from the thought that Dash was the one tending to you.
  140. >She continues stroking for some time, stopping only to spread more of your fluid across you and readjust her hooves.
  141. >You definitely weren’t going to complain, but she was the one that came to you with the problem.
  142. “Hey uh Dash. Don’t you wan’t me to start working on you or something?”
  143. >“One sec!”
  144. >She doesn’t look up at you, instead she’s got her eyes locked on your shaft, biting her lip in concentration.
  145. >What the hell is she so intense about? It’s not like—
  146. “Whoooah!”
  147. >In a second Dash’s tongue rolls out and flicks across your engorged head.
  148. >”Heheh!”
  149. >She seems to enjoy the newfound power over you and does it again, this time taking it a bit slower.
  150. >Her warm muscle caresses your smooth tip like a warm, wet velvet ribbon—replacing your light coat of pre with her saliva.
  151. >You reactively buck against her grasp and she giggles.
  152. >”Tastes a bit salty.”
  153. >She looks up at you as her tongue rolls out of her mouth again, destined for more of your pleasure.
  154. >Yeah, you had no problem with her turning you on anymore.
  155. “Ohh…”
  156. >You can’t help but grit your teeth as her long tongue lays against the underside of your shaft and tries to wrap around it lengthwise.
  157. >You barely process the stippling of the large taste buds at the back of her tongue right as she recoils it, lathering your full length.
  158. >She scoots forward a bit before pressing her lips to the top of your head and sucking down on it.
  159. >Her imperfect seal is identified by a light kissing sound as she flicks her tongue invisibly across your tip.
  160. >She goes a bit deeper now, wrapping her lips tightly around the edge of your mushroom.
  161. >Her tongue goes straight down, trying to slip inside your urethra as far as she can.
  162. >She looks up at you to see you looking down at her with a stupid open-mouthed grin.
  163. >She giggles a bit at the sight, but it only comes off as vibrations around your head.
  164. >You buck again. She giggles again.
  165. >Then she goes even deeper, taking half your shaft into her mouth and closing her eyes.
  166. >You feel her tongue helicopter around you a bit before she begins bobbing up and down slowly.
  167. >Each bob takes her a bit farther down your shaft until her nose was bumping against your crotch.
  168. >She bottoms out a bit and sucks down with a light slurping noise. Hot air escapes her nostrils and parts your pubic hair.
  169. >Her tongue slips out between her bottom lip and the base of your shaft, reaching down to lay across your balls.
  170. ”Agh Dash…”
  171. >You’d never thought that a longer muzzle would let her do this with such ease.
  172. >She withdraws her wet grasp, coming off your tip with a loud pop.
  173. >She looks at you with slightly watery eyes and a toothy grin while she wipes some hair from her face.
  174. >”How’s that for my first time?”
  175. >You’re heavy breathing and glossed over look said enough, but you responded anyways.
  176. “That was…awesome.”
  177. >And you meant it.
  178. >”Hah! I knew it!”
  179. >Your member was standing straight up, twitching and throbbing with your heartbeat. It glistened with her saliva as she turned back to it with a grin.
  180. >Whether you were uncomfortable with all the attention, or you wanted to warm your member again, you were eager to move on.
  181. “Turn around already.”
  182. >She gives your tip a final flick with her tongue and spins around in a flurry.
  183. >Her tail flashes in front of your face as she positions her hooves on either side of you.
  184. >You reach out and grab the front of her thighs, pulling her butt closer to your face.
  185. >Her tail raises half-way in response.
  186. >Your thumbs move to knead her cutie marks and you sit back to savor the moment.
  187. >Dash stomps a fore hoof impatiently.
  188. >”What’re you doing back there! Hurry up!”
  189. “Right away your highness.”
  190. >Your sarcastic response is met with a death glare…that she quickly looses as you swipe away her tail.
  191. >You move the multicolored fibers out of the way of progress and hold them to her back, gazing excitedly at the one part of your friend that had remained off limits until now.
  192. >Immediately, you’re hit with a wave of musk and odor.
  193. >This was ground zero.
  194. >Dried, semi-crunchy tufts of hair stuck up around her rump in clumps, undoubtedly remnants of her own sloppy attempts to fix herself earlier.
  195. >You run your fingers through the fur on her left cheek, attempting to flatten the offending patches.
  196. >It felt a lot like dried hair gel, but stuck twice as well.
  197. “Dang Dash, you’ve been at it a while.”
  198. >”S-sorry, I didn’t get a chance to shower first,” She says somewhat sheepishly considering her position.
  199. “Well it’s only fair, I haven’t taken one today either.”
  200. >You abandon the effort and turn your attention to her more active areas.
  201. >Her now exposed, raised anus puckers, and her mare hood winks as she shifts her balance on her hind legs.
  202. >You release her tail and reach for her fleshy dock, choosing that to be your new leverage point.
  203. >You can feel the small vertebrae surrounded by muscle in the few inch long extension of her spine.
  204. >The short blue hair that covered the top gave way to naked tan flesh underneath.
  205. >It was surprisingly strong, it took a tight grip to keep it from twitching out of your hand.
  206. >Her mare hood winked at you again, eager for some attention.
  207. >Her labia were already puffy and engorged and the short fur near the edge of her lips was darkened with her wetness.
  208. >You run your finger around the crack made between her genitals and her cheeks, making figure-8’s around her smooth anus and fuzzy lips—detecting a bit of dampness from sweat.
  209. >Removing your other hand from her dock—which was doing a fine job holding her tail up by itself, you place them on her glutes and squeeze.
  210. >They weren’t the biggest, but you could care less.
  211. >”A-non hurry up! I didn’t tease you this bad!”
  212. >She had a point.
  213. >You reach to the inside of her cheeks and cup your hands, spreading her apart.
  214. >Her flushed, pink canal reveals itself and her clit winks at you again, shuttling some of her fluid to the mouth of her opening.
  215. >A light drop of clear lube accumulated at the base of her lips and you reach up just in time to wipe it away with a finger before it hits your chest.
  216. >Her holes clench in front of you and her cheeks jiggle at the sensation.
  217. >The hot lube on your finger gets returned to it’s owner as you swipe it across the center of her lips, parting them slightly in the process.
  218. >There’s so much heat coming off her it almost feels like steam.
  219. >Your open palm and fingers rub flat against her in circular motions and her clit winks periodically eliciting a moan from her and leaving a snail trail of her wetness across your hand.
  220. >You remove your hand to stick your index finger in your mouth, her taste is kinda weird. Like a bit of salt and metal, but there’s also a semi-sweet aftertaste.
  221. >You remove your finger and hold the glistening appendage an inch from her eager lips.
  222. >Her clit winks one more time and you swipe across it with your thumb, making her jump a bit.
  223. >”Aaaahg!
  224. “This is pretty fun you know.”
  225. >Your teasing comment carried more truth than jest.
  226. >Her tail flicked wildly and her winking was slowly picking up its pace.
  227. >Everything about this mare told you she needed to be penetrated.
  228. >Despite your rough and tumble relationship, you enjoyed seeing her happy, so you quickly move on from playing with her mare bits.
  229. >Your index finger plunges into the top of her hot folds.
  230. >”Aaah!”
  231. >Her wet tunnel contorts around your finger as she gets used to the new sensation of being penetrated.
  232. >You run your finger inside the length of her folds, as if you were scratching an itch for her.
  233. >Her tail pulls up harder and she arches her hips as she backs up farther into you on shaky hooves.
  234. >Dang she really needed this.
  235. >Her pungent musk gets somehow stronger and it draws you in as you continue rubbing around in her.
  236. >You pinch her labia with your thumb outside and index finger inside, kneading her sensitive flesh between them as you work your way around her entire slit.
  237. >”Ahhhah! What the hay is that!”
  238. “Calm down, you’re just overly sensitive.”
  239. >”I am n-n-not!” She replies indignantly. But she makes no effort to pull away from you.
  240. >Your fingers continue to work around her lathered hole until they come to the bottom. You can feel her begin to contract, and with perfect timing, you pinch your fingers around her winking clit, trapping it outside of her protective folds.
  241. >”Aaagh!”
  242. >Her knees wobble as her muscles try desperately to retract her pink nub of nerves.
  243. >At this point she really started drooling on you and your fingers started finding it difficult to hold onto her button.
  244. >You roll the pea-sized circle of flesh between your finger pads gently, and inspect it.
  245. >There was definitely some underlying cartilaginous structure to it; the surface was laced with capillaries and surrounded with extra wrinkles of flesh.
  246. >No longer able to resist your curiosity, you lean forward and swipe her clit with your tongue.
  247. >All four of her legs buckle like you just hit the off switch and she collapses onto your torso.
  248. >”Gaaah!”
  249. >You take a moment to catch your breath after she nearly knocked it out of you.
  250. “Told you you were sensitive.”
  251. >All you get in response is heavy breathing and twitching.
  252. >Her rump is sitting right below your nipples with hind legs splayed out to either side of your head. The soft fur of her underbelly breathed against yours and your erect penis sat in her armpit.
  253. >Unable or unwilling to move, she rests her head on the inside of your thigh and points her huffing muzzle towards your crotch.
  254. >You lick her clit again a few times before releasing it and following it back to her folds.
  255. >Your face disappeared in between her narrow globes and your mouth mated with her nether lips.
  256. >Immediately you begin sloppily kissing up and down her slit, penetrating her as far as your short tongue would let you.
  257. >”Haaa! A-Ano—aaa!”
  258. >Her tail told you to to keep going and you could feel her begin to tremble on top of you.
  259. >Your tongue left her folds temporarily to clean up the dried Dash-cum that surrounded her labia and matted her hair.
  260. >Superficially, she was super salty, but once your saliva broke down the glue, it gradually started trending towards that sweet aftertaste you’d noticed earlier.
  261. >You clean up all around her lips before leaving the gold mine to fix a few lone spots farther out on her mounds.
  262. >Soon, every dried cum spot was replaced with a wet spot from your treatment.
  263. >You follow her scent back to it’s source and dig in with your lips, wetting your nose in the process.
  264. >”Ngh! I-I can f-feel it…”
  265. >Her ragged breaths blow against your balls with increasing intensity, telling you she was getting close.
  266. >Her hoof shoots back to your midsection and she starts rubbing circles around the base of your shaft, desperately trying to return your favor.
  267. >You move a hand up to massage her lips against each other as your mouth travels to the bottom of her wet hole in search of her clit.
  268. >After several missed tries, you finally manage to time her winking again.
  269. >You bring your puckered lips to her nub and wrap them around it, sucking back gently while circling it with your tongue.
  270. >The force of your suction as well as the friction from your lips keeps her nub locked into your pucker.
  271. >The overload of stimulation sends her over the edge as she arches her back.
  272. >”Aaaaaaagh!”
  273. >Rhythmic contractions overtake her nimble frame and you do your best to continue her stimulation throughout.
  274. >Her anus clenches in before rolling out and opening up a bit right in front of your nose.
  275. >It gave you a full view of her puckered hole, but luckily nothing came out to greet your sense of smell.
  276. >Your fingers detect a series of contractions happening farther up her tunnel, but you make no effort to investigate them. There’d be plenty of time for that later.
  277. >The sound of her rabid breathing fills the room and you finally relinquish custody of her clit with a smack.
  278. >It disappears back into her folds, only to pop back out again in accordance with her lingering contractions.
  279. >You bring one arm to rest on the small of her back, pressing her to your stomach, while the other continues to rub the outside of her swollen sex in slow motions.
  280. >You finally detect the last of her contractions and stop her stimulation.
  281. >She shuffles before curling her back a bit, she winks hard as you feel her abdominal muscles tense on top of you.
  282. >A long, lazy stream of hot viscous fluid escapes her and sinks in the crack of her muff and your chest.
  283. >Finally you hear her suck in a much needed breath of air and she relaxes back down on top of you.
  284. >You let her lay there for a minute, taking the opportunity to gently explore around her as she catches her breath.
  285. >Nimble fingers peel back her glistening folds, eyes examine her anatomy.
  286. >After all it was the first time you’ve ever seen this part of her.
  287. >Instead of saying ‘thank you,’ she begins slowly licking the base of your shaft and balls in appreciation.
  288. >You take the moment to appreciate her gratuity.
  289. >Her tongue seemed less modest in comparison to before.
  290. >It shamelessly followed the curvature of your gonads and dug into the crevice of your genitals and thigh—likely to get at your salty sweat.
  291. >She’d licked your sweat before after workouts, but the activity was primarily confined to your arms and neck.
  292. >You’d love to sit there and stare at her butt all day, but you had some more pressing matters to attend to.
  293. “Dash, you ready to continue?”
  294. >She pulls her flushed muzzle from your crotch, a bit of drool hanging from her bottom lip.
  295. “You know…round two?”
  296. >All you get is a look of astonishment.
  297. >”Round…two?”
  298. “Well it would still be round one for me…”
  299. >Finally understanding what you were trying to get across, she snaps out of her haze and tries to look confident.
  300. >”Y-yeah! Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
  301. “Well…maybe to get back at me for that one time I put salt in your soda.”
  302. >”You mean the fifteen times you put salt in my soda.”
  303. >Her mock anger makes you wish you hand’t reminded her of that. Even if you knew she was joking it was still uncomfortable.
  304. >She glances to your midsection then back up before shuffling a bit. A hint of playfulness returns to her eyes.
  305. >”You do owe me for that, big time…I guess I’ll just have to make you rut me for it!”
  306. >You were fully intending to anyways, but you weren’t going to argue her logic.
  307. >Without further waiting she crawls off your chest on shaky legs, leaving the remnants of her first orgasm to dry on your chest.
  308. >As her crotch passes yours, she lowers herself to drag her soaked muff across the sensitive underside of your erect member.
  309. >Her lubrication combined with the softness of her fur was indescribable.
  310. “Agh…take it easy Dash…uhg, don’t want to end the party too soon.”
  311. >She spins around and lays her forelegs on the mattress, sticking her rear up in a very accessible position.
  312. >”Then hurry up an mount me!”
  313. >Your new objective propels you to your knees and you take position behind her swishing tail.
  314. >Your hands find their spots on her rear and as if on queue, her tail moves to the side, draping over one of your arms.
  315. >One hand leaves her to steady your member and she turns back to look at you.
  316. >”Take it slow at first…I uhh…I need time to get used to your weird alien thing.”
  317. >”Okay?”
  318. >That was not the ideal choice of dialogue for the occasion.
  319. >You shuffle a little closer to her and her head returns to plant itself in-between her fore legs.
  320. >Predictable winks break up the geography of her smooth, moist folds.
  321. >Moving forward a bit, you bring your tip into contact with her crevice.
  322. >Your lubricant mixes with hers and she instinctively tries to push back onto you, but you maintain your distance.
  323. >You swipe your head in between her labia, gathering more lube which you then spread over the rest of your shaft.
  324. >Your heart races as you move to the dead center of her opening and slowly push in.
  325. >The smooth texture of your head paves the way in between her wet walls, your thicker shaft following close behind.
  326. >Warmth envelopes you like a glove and you feel her tremble a bit.
  327. >She wasn’t super tight, but you could care less. Her wetness, heat, and texture made all the difference.
  328. >”Mmmmmmff!”
  329. >She groans a bit, but the sheet clenched between her teeth muffles her pleasure.
  330. >Her canal guides your shaft up and into her at a slight angle, complimenting the natural position of your erect penis.
  331. >Your hands guide her back onto you slowly as you disappear inch by inch into her eager hole.
  332. >Finally, you hilt inside of her and you feel her clit swipe across the base of your shaft and balls.
  333. >Her toned butt flattened against your hips and her anus depressed your pubic hair against your abdomen.
  334. >She lets out a slightly louder moan, sliding forward a bit from your weight pressing against her.
  335. >”GHAAAAH! Stay there! F-for a s-s-sec!”
  336. >She pivots her head to the side and her hind legs inch a bit farther apart.
  337. >Her vagina hugs you tightly and you feel some slight trembling in her as she adjusts to her welcome intruder.
  338. >The heat inside of her is incredible, it wasn’t initially uncomfortable like hot jacuzzi water, but it wasn’t mild either.
  339. >It was like she had a fever or something…maybe that’s why they called it heat?
  340. >You move her tail to lay across your shoulder and rub her cutie marks in lazy circles, helping her get used to your full length.
  341. >She winks again and you feel yourself twitch inside her, undoubtedly depositing some pre-cum deep in her canal.
  342. “*huff…you’re really…really warm!”
  343. >You were tempted to explode simply staying there inside her.
  344. >Luckily, her nervous jitters soon come to a stop and you take that as permission to continue.
  345. >You slowly start pumping into her with deep thrusts, rocking her light frame.
  346. >Each withdrawal brings you out until the bottom of your engorged head slipped free of her lips.
  347. >Each thrust hilts you completely inside her.
  348. >You were a bit surprised that you mated up with her so well, after all you were no stallion.
  349. >Must have to do with the height difference or something.
  350. >Occasionally you’d barely tap a donut deep inside of her.
  351. >Her cervix just out of reach, if you shifted positions you’d bet you could press onto it better.
  352. >But for now you’d best keep it simple.
  353. >Her wings half-flap as you start to pick up speed. She starts timing her hips to slam back into yours.
  354. >The action would normally create a loud slapping sound, but the fur of her rump muffled the clap.
  355. >Once you get a good rhythm going she turns back to look at you with a confident grin.
  356. >”Awwwww yeah! This is—huungh!…even better than I thought it’d be!”
  357. >Good to know she had such high expectations.
  358. >The sensation of her winking is lost against your saturated nerves.
  359. >Your balls slap the wet fur of her muff, pulling off strings of her fluid with each pump.
  360. >Sweat starts to bead down the side of your face and you momentarily regret not getting that air conditioner while it was on sale.
  361. >Soon her breathing takes on a familiar patterns and her movements get more sporadic.
  362. >Her head sinks back down in the covers as she stops moving all together, allowing you to be the only one pushing her over the edge a second time.
  363. >”Gaaaagh!”
  364. >Your teeth clench as you feel spasms rock her body and vibrate through your sunk shaft.
  365. >She winks several times and pushes back into you as a second orgasm rocks her body.
  366. >More of her fluid gets squeezed out of her, but you press it right back in with a short pump.
  367. >Despite her body’s best efforts to milk you, you still had some stamina left.
  368. >Before she’d fully recovered from her second orgasm you pull your soaked member from her hungry canal and sweep her legs out from under her.
  369. >She hits the bed with a thump and your roll her over onto her back, giving her time to adjust her wings.
  370. >She looks at you with a dopey smile and a giggle, but doesn’t question.
  371. >That’s good, because you weren’t in the mood to talk.
  372. >You hold her legs apart and guide your throbbing organ back in between her saturated folds.
  373. >This time you get the privilege of seeing her cute pleasure grimace as you penetrate her most private of spaces.
  374. >You waste no time hilting in her again, sending a small jiggle through her exposed teats.
  375. >”Uhhg!”
  376. >The remnant contractions of her last orgasm still traveled her tunnel, and you start pumping wildly into her.
  377. >You lean forward with your hands on either side of her shoulders and she reaches up to hold onto your midsection for support.
  378. >Her head lays back and she closes her eyes as she sucks air through a gaping mouth.
  379. >Sweat now lathers your bodies and throws more water to the flood.
  380. >Your thrusting rocks her up and down across the bed, the harder ones elicit a quiet ‘umpf.’
  381. >A hand snakes down to push her clit against your shaft every time it winks.
  382. >“Oooooh! Yeah!”
  383. >That seemed to do the trick as you feel her edging close for a third time.
  384. >You sit back on your knees to give you a better angle to thrust. The new position allows you to stimulate her top wall.
  385. >Her wings jolt and her hind legs buck reflexively.
  386. >”AH! R-Right there! Keep it t-there!”
  387. >The base of your member wedges against the bottom of her crease and displaces her butthole a bit.
  388. >Your head—somewhere inside her—gets leveraged to press on her top wall directly beneath her abdomen…her g-spot.
  389. >The wrinkly patch of flesh a few inches inside of her grates across your head like well lubricated speed strips, sending vibrations throughout your body and hers.
  390. >One hand moves to massage her erect nipples and the other’s thumb digs for her desperately winking nub.
  391. >Your testicles dangle down against the crack of her cheeks and dab off sweat against her damp fur with each thrust.
  392. >Her hind legs start to buck with each push and abs start to clench with pleasure overload.
  393. >You’re not going to last much longer either.
  394. >She registers your erratic throbbing and looks up to make eye contact with you.
  395. >”You b-better *hugh…jizz inside! *huff”
  396. >Absolutely.
  397. >Your pace picks up for the finale and your genitals turn into a wet, hot mess of ecstasy.
  398. >This time her orgasm takes you by surprise as a narrow string of fluid escapes underneath her clit with some velocity, shooting down the length of your withdrawn shaft.
  399. >”Anon—aaah!”
  400. >You grab the inside of her hind legs and lean forward, hilting as deep as you can.
  401. >Her twitching anus tickles your dangling testes as contractions rock her body, harder than before despite her fatigue.
  402. >She breathes through clenched teeth as her eyes squint shut and her ears try to merge with her nape.
  403. >Her fore hooves are pulled to her chest, you can tell she’s trying to hold on long enough for you to finish as well.
  404. >You don’t want to turn down her courtesy.
  405. >A hand moves to cup her teat and you massage it gently in your palm.
  406. >You pull out a half inch and buck back into her several times in quick succession, both pushing yourself over the edge and ensuring her orgasm was sustained.
  407. >You collapse on top of her warm, damp body and press her down onto you by her shoulders.
  408. >Your testicles twitch, shooting stream after stream of sticky, hot fluid deep down her wet tunnel.
  409. >She writhes in your grasp, spreading her legs wider and pressing into you to get your seed as deep into her as she could.
  410. >More fluid leaks out from between your connection as the last of your semen escapes into her depths.
  411. >When your orgasmic high finally subsides, you find Dash’s fore legs wrapped around your midsection and her muzzle buried in your neck, breathing heavily against you.
  412. >Her wings begin to go limp, but they don’t fully return to her sides.
  413. >You stay in her and massage her inpregnated belly as you give yourselves time to recover.
  414. >You weren’t gonna lie, she smelled like sweat, musk, and BO right now, but something inside of you found comfort in that smell.
  415. >You shift position, taking your weight off her and allowing you both to lay on your sides facing one another.
  416. >You were still connected at the waist.
  417. >You hold her against you for a few minutes, allowing you to catch your breaths.
  418. >She looks into your eyes with a tired smile.
  419. >”That. Was. Awesome.”
  420. >Her breath tickles your nose and you smile back at her, equally exhausted.
  421. “Yeah…I kinda wish you’d asked me for help sooner.”
  422. >She chuckles a bit.
  423. >”Heh, I would’ve I just…”
  424. >Her eyes divert as she trails off.
  425. “What’s wrong Dash?”
  426. >”I-I…you’re…I trust you Anon. I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, but…I was afraid it would ruin our friendship.”
  427. >You’re touched by your friend’s confession.
  428. “Well for the record this isn’t weird, it’s fun.”
  429. >She giggles a bit.
  430. “And I’m honored that the most awesome mare in Equestria trusts me. If anything I’d say it’s made our friendship closer don’t you think?”
  431. >She blushes and nuzzles against your arm in agreement…until she catches herself and blushes harder.
  432. >You change the subject so things don’t get too awkward.
  433. “I think we may have found a new favorite activity.”
  434. >Her smile returns and she makes eye contact again.
  435. >”Heck yeah we did! Just uhh…don’t go telling any pony else about this.”
  436. “Why?”
  437. >Her eyes divert shortly before looking back to you.
  438. >”…Because I kinda want you all to myself…I-I mean I just…I don’t want you to smell like other mares.”
  439. >You let out a short laugh that catches her attention.
  440. “Dash I’m not going to just start banging random mares.”
  441. >”Huh?”
  442. “It’s just like you said. I trust you and I’m comfortable around you. That took a lot of time to build and I’m not interested in replacing you anytime soon.”
  443. >You cock a grin at her.
  444. >Her eyes study your face.
  445. >You feel her nethers twitch in the afterglow.
  446. >A bit more fluid leaves you and you clench to try and push it out.
  447. >Sensing your intentions, she spread her legs a bit one last time and bobs down onto your limp member with a giggle.
  448. >A final drop of watery semen smears in between her engorged folds.
  449. >You glance down just in time to see it spill out between your flushed head and disappear into her cyan fur.
  450. >Her hoof moves to your jaw and pulls your gaze back up. Wet lips crash into yours and she lingers for a moment with closed eyes, ignoring your surprised look.
  451. >She pulls away with a smack before grinning.
  452. >You wipe your own mouth reflexively, getting a bit of her taste in the process.
  453. “What was that for?”
  454. >She gets up on her hooves and plods over the ruffled sheets to an open side of the mattress, leaving your wet member to dry in the seemingly cool air.
  455. >She stretches for a moment, lifting her tail in the process. Another drop of your semen escapes her.
  456. >She turns to you with a furrowed brow.
  457. >”For…closure…or something.”
  458. >Closure?
  459. >She ignores your confused look and hops off the bed, ruffling her wings.
  460. >You move up to the sitting position.
  461. >So how the hell do you start a conversation now?
  462. >You start pulling the stinking sheets off your bed.
  463. “So uhh…got any plans for the rest of the day?”
  464. >She looks back with a wry grin.
  465. >”Of course we do! You still owe me for fourteen sodas!”
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