Friends With Benefits Part II (NSFW)



                                            ”I *huff…hate running.”

                                            >You place a hand on a nearby tree to stabilize yourself while you take a breather.

                                            >Your blue friend looks over at you; she was sweating too but not as out of breath as you.

                                            >”If you ran more you wouldn’t hate it so much.”

                                            “How much farther are you dragging me?”

                                            >”Another mile.”

                                            “Dang!”

                                            >”I’m kidding, it’s just ahead so keep up!”

                                            >She flashes you a sadistic smile before she takes off in a light trot which was just fast enough to make you jog.

                                            >This mare.

                                            >Apparently she found the ‘best camping site ever’ a few days ago, the only problem was, it was quite a long walk.

                                            >But you had nothing better to do this weekend so you’d agreed.

                                            >If you didn’t keep up though you’d definitely get lost…and the Everfree would quickly lose its allure without your native guide.

                                            >After another hundred yards you reach your destination out of breath again and covered in sweat.

                                            >It was a small clearing in the trees with a pond in the middle.

                                            >It was large enough to swim in, but otherwise it looked pretty murky.

                                            >Good thing you packed clean drinking water.

                                            >Dash sees what you do.

                                            >"It uh...looked better from the air."

                                            "And how high were you flying?"

                                            >She turns to you with a guilty look.

                                            >"Like, maybe a thousand...but I swear it—“

                                            “—it's fine Dash I didn't plan on swimming anyways."

                                            >She swallows her blunder and her attention turns to potential campsites.

                                            >The pack you’d been carrying drops to the ground and you twist to pop your compressed spine.

                                            >Dash moves to silently sit by a tree, letting the cool breeze whisk away some of her perspiration.

                                            >You didn’t have things so easy.

                                            “Why do you weather ponies make it so hot and sunny all the time?” You complain as you start to disrobe.

                                            >”Celestia controls the sun dummy so if you’ve got a problem with it you’ll have to bring it up with her.”

                                            “Well you were the one that made me run all the way out here with a fifty pound pack.”

                                            >”I’m doing you a favor, you’ll be thanking me when you look in the mirror in a few months.”

                                            >You toss your stifling shirt to the side and work on your pants.

                                            “You mean to tell me that this isn’t already gorgeous?” You gesture to yourself.

                                            >She checks over your form with an unimpressed look as you slither out of your comfort zone.

                                            >”Eh…could do with some bigger flanks.”

                                            >You quirk a brow at her.

                                            “I thought that was just a stallion thing.”

                                            >She shrugs.

                                            >”Mares like it too.”

                                            >You pull your shoes through your pant legs and tuck your clothes into your pack, finally in the nude.

                                            >”You shoulda started off like that dude, then you wouldn’t have had to stop so often and slow us down.”

                                            >You shirk her jab.

                                            “I know, it just feels weird. I mean…I’m okay around you and…well, you. But I just can’t bring myself to walk around town like this.”

                                            >”I told you no pony cares that it hangs out like that.”

                                            >Her attempt at consoling you only reminded of your differences.

                                            “I don’t know, it’s just that there’s kids everywhere and…I don’t know…”

                                            >”Dude, they’re more likely to see a stallion’s junk than yours with how short they are.”

                                            >That’s actually a good point.

                                            >You move to sit back down and she places a hoof on your stomach before leaning in to sniff at your sweaty neck and shoulder.

                                            >Her little ritual was pretty commonplace, for some reason she really liked the saltiness of your skin—especially post work-out.

                                            >A hot, slender tongue starts lapping at your shoulder and migrates down your chest.

                                            >The feeling was mildly pleasant, and you’d fallen asleep to it more than once.


                                            “Yeah…it’s just…I’m no stallion.”

                                            >She cranes her neck to look up at you.

                                            >”You get me off just fine so get over it.”

                                            >Rarely did Rainbow Dash take on the role of consolation. And as blunt as it was, you could appreciate her efforts.

                                            >You scratch the side of your best friend’s neck as she goes back to licking.

                                            “Heheh…over it already.”

                                            >You watch the driven mare with mild amusement as she coats your chest with her saliva.

                                            >You’d reached a point in your friendship where you were…adjusted to each other.

                                            >Originally you’d bro’d out with her hard for about a year, but eventually you couldn’t help but get more touchy and accommodating with the cute feathery pony.

                                            >…Like when you learned she liked salt.

                                            >The breeze cools your bodies while you continue to run your fingers through the hair of her neck in soothing strokes—her wings slowly unfold in limp relaxation.

                                            >Her warm tongue glides across your nipple and you giggle a bit.

                                            “You know I could totally eat you right now.”

                                            >She stops her salt mining and smirks up at you.

                                            >”No you wouldn’t.”

                                            “Oh sure I would, you’re neck is wide open.”

                                            >You run a finger down her nape playfully for emphasis.

                                            >She giggles a bit at your touch and cranes her neck further, telling you she wanted scratches.

                                            >You can’t help but grin and concede the demand.

                                            >She knew full well that you were a predator in your own right, but at this point she knew there wasn't a chance you'd hurt her.

                                            >”If you eat me then start between my legs.”

                                            “Hahahahahaha!”

                                            >She cocks an eye up at you and starts chuckling along.

                                            “On second thought that might be a tastier alternative,” You smile down at her.

                                            >Hot air blows on your face as she laughs at your stupid joke.

                                            >You weren’t sure if she was in the mood or not, but you’d learned that it was better to pre-empt her sex drive than try to catch up with it.

                                            >Despite your appetite, it took a lot to satisfy her once she got some momentum.

                                            >You take a moment to reflect on the fateful afternoon that started it all.

                                            >Thoughts drift back to four months ago—the start of 'your' first estrus.

                                            >Her vicious knocking on your door, the embarrassed explanation of why her fore hoof fur was matted and why she smelled so strong.

                                            >Neither of you were completely in your right mind that day, but you never regretted the decision to take you friendship to the next level.

                                            >You comfortably avoided all the hassle of romantic tension while maintaining the same chilled atmosphere you had before.

                                            >But it was also uniquely satisfying in the sense that neither of you really felt the desire to pursue a affection or romance elsewhere.

                                            >What you had seemed to give you your fill.

                                            >You weren’t sure if that was normal or not, but it was something that both you and Dash experienced and you’d talked about it at length.

                                            >Of course, you could if you chose to, Dash had even offered to be your wing pony more than once. But in the end it just wasn’t worth it.

                                            >You knew that beneath the rough and tumble exterior of your relationship, there existed a strong attachment that neither of you dared to overtly recognize.

                                            >Besides, if you started dating other ponies, you’d have to stop rutting each other.

                                            >And you really liked rutting each other.

                                            >Countless hot afternoon affection sessions and sleepovers had given you detailed knowledge that would likely have taken years to build with any mare that had a lower libido.

                                            >You could read each other’s bodies like a book and give each other exactly what they wanted without having to vocalize anything.

                                            >And you really only had to follow one unspoken rule: never leave a friend behind.

                                            >It originated after your first encounter—which was much more successful than you’d anticipated.

                                            >As a result, you felt like you had a reputation to keep up through the rest of her heat.

                                            >But as the days went on, you found that it became increasingly difficult to do so…Dash was a quick learner.

                                            >You eventually reached an equilibrium, but the effort you put in didn’t go unnoticed—Rainbow was more than grateful, and she wanted to return the favor.

                                            >There existed a brief and awkward week shortly after her heat where she would refuse her own urges and instead focus solely on yours, whether it was out of gratuity, or because she had something to prove you never really knew.

                                            >While you’d never complain about surprise blowjobs, eventually the healthy competition devolved into a friendly agreement which brought you back to the furry dilemma in your arms.

                                            >Magenta eyes try to discern your thoughts.

                                            >You make your decision and snake your hand down between her sweaty, furry thighs.

                                            >She makes no effort to spread her legs as your hand starts gyrating around her naked labia.

                                            >You always got a kick out of her uniquely equine anatomy.

                                            >Her soft fur tapered off to bare tan skin that covered her very accessible fun bits; her larger vagina housed a mobile clitoris and her anus protruded out under her dock.

                                            >Your other hand moves to pull a stray leaf out of her mane as your fingers peel her folds apart.

                                            >Your index finger works its way into her hot crevice and she feels a little damp.

                                            >You spread her open farther up and try again, but you only feel tacky flesh.

                                            >She wasn’t aroused…though you could change that pretty quickly.

                                            >You allow her lip to seal back up against it’s partner and you gently gyrate your palm against her warm mound to promote blood flow.

                                            “Do you want it later Dash?” You breathe into her muzzle a few inches from yours.

                                            >”Ummm…” She looks down at your chest and contemplates her options.

                                            >She was the opposite of shy when it came to asking, but everyone could appreciate a bit of proactivity.

                                            “I could lick you if you’d rather.”

                                            >”No, well…sorta…”

                                            >Her ears fold as looks down at your hardening member before glancing back up at you.

                                            >You pause your circling movement and make eye contact.

                                            >”If you want to…I kinda want to try doing it in the butt again.”

                                            >Your member had already been growing but now it went full mast—throbbing very obtrusively between your lounging bodies.

                                            >She smirks, already knowing what your answer will be.

                                            “I could go for that.”

                                            >Your words seal the deal and she rocks to her hooves.

                                            >Dash moves some pinecones and sticks from the immediate area while you pull your bedroll from your pack.

                                            >It spreads nicely over the level ground and you sit down on it to kick off your shoes and socks.

                                            >This was an unexpected turn of events.

                                            >You’d only tried anal once before, and she found it unsatisfying and uncomfortable despite the copious amount of vaseline.

                                            >Physically she had no problem taking you, but she simply didn’t like the feeling of something traveling the wrong way.

                                            >But apparently her never quit attitude had since been bugging her conscience.

                                            >Luckily, you’d done your homework in case she had such a change of heart.

                                            >She tugs your pack over and lays it at the top of the bedroll to hold it down.

                                            “Aww crap, we don’t have any lube!”

                                            >”Oh…can’t we just use your spit?”

                                            >She maneuvers in front of you and licks at the tip of your bobbing member for emphasis.

                                            “Yeah…I guess, it dries so quick though.”

                                            >”Look, if you’re gonna do me up the butt you’re gonna do it wet so either put in some effort or—“

                                            “—Alright alright I’ll keep us lubed.”

                                            >She lays a more deliberate lick on you now.

                                            >”Good.”

                                            >You bite your tongue as she takes your full length into her long muzzle and lathers it up.

                                            >Her tongue traces every crevice and contour—it probably tasted salty too.

                                            >She wasn’t aiming to get you off, but you tended not to last long regardless whenever you saw her face in your crotch.

                                            “Ugh! That should be good for starters don’t you think?”

                                            >She pulls off of you trailing a string of clear saliva before she slurps it away.

                                            >”You sure? Cuz I’m not licking this again after you put it in there.”

                                            >She really was concerned about it hurting.

                                            “Well when you put it that way…”

                                            >You dangle a spit wad down and move your erect member to catch it; you were pretty sure you’d had enough already, but you wanted her to know that you were just as concerned about it as she was.

                                            >She mixes your glob in with more of her own spit as her tongue fans out over your length.

                                            >A few long licks go from your tip to the base of your shaft, fanning out into your pubes and your balls.

                                            >She finally pulls away from you and analyzes her job.

                                            >”That should do it.”

                                            >She spins around and backs up to you.

                                            >Her prismatic tail flicks to the side and you gaze at the naked tan geography between her furry globes.

                                            >You knew her like the back of your hand, but you still felt the rush in your chest, the sensation was heightened by the knowledge that you were going to be taking a less beaten path today.

                                            >You slide up behind her on your knees and grab her dock—leaning down to hock a wad of spit at her twitching pink donut.

                                            >The first one hits off center so you form another one and get a bit closer.

                                            >She looked clean on the surface and her athletic equine diet left her surprisingly un-smelly…by human standards at least.

                                            >But knew for a fact that she wasn’t completely sterile in there.

                                            >Her concern about that particular fact was shown in her earlier cautionary request.

                                            >The next spit wad hits dead center on her taunt little pucker and your work it around with your thumb as she watches you out of the corner of her eye.

                                            >Satisfied with her coating, you lean back and align your hips with hers.

                                            >You shuffle forward some more and she takes a half-step back.

                                            “You ready?”

                                            >She looks back at you with her ears folded.

                                            >”Y-yeah, just take it slow.”

                                            “That’s a first coming from you.”

                                            >The mare blushes a bit but otherwise doesn’t respond as you rub the saliva around her heated skin with your tip.

                                            “Dash, try to open up a bit…so it’s not as hard as it was last time.”

                                            >”Whaddaya mean?”

                                            “Push kinda like you’re…you know? But…without actually, please.”

                                            >She chuckles at the sick joke, “Heh, you read that in a book?”

                                            “I did actually.”

                                            >She doesn’t immediately comply and you feel her concern spike.

                                            >”Are you sure you’re good with it dude? We can do it later w-when we can…s-shower afterwards.”

                                            “Dash you’re a vegetarian I’m already over it.”

                                            >”O-okay…”

                                            >She sits there, waiting for you to do something.

                                            “Dash, can you—“

                                            >”—Y-yeah! Sorry I forgot.”

                                            >Her dock tenses in your grasp and her anus flares open—giving your spear a line of sight into her depths.

                                            >”Like, that?” She strains, intense concentration etched on her face.

                                            “Just like that.”

                                            >You slowly press into her exposed anus, the opening making it much easier to penetrate her than your first attempt a few days ago.

                                            “Much better…”

                                            >One of her hind hooves comes off the ground as her leg kicks against the air uncontrollably.

                                            >Your naked sex organ glides past her tan flesh—sliding on a mixture of your spits.

                                            >Suddenly the muscly donut contracts on you and halts your progress.

                                            >”Gah!”

                                            >Her instinct gets the better of her and her butthole clenches tightly around you as her leg kicks harder and her tail tries to cover her intrusion.

                                            >The first thing that came to mind was that you’d hurt her and you freeze your movements.

                                            >The second thing that came to mind was how insanely strong her clench was, and that your decision to stop wasn’t really your own.

                                            >You hold her hips steady so she can keep her balance and her donut starts alternating rapidly between flaring and contracting—trying desperately to dislodge the obstruction.

                                            “Okay Dash, take it easy, it’s alright…”

                                            >Your hand moves to stroke her sweaty back as she fights to overcome the urge to push you out.

                                            >You don’t blame her, she clearly had no control over it.

                                            “If it’s too much we can stop.”

                                            >”No! I want to!” She yells through gritted teeth.

                                            >This mare would push herself too far if left unchecked.

                                            >Her well-being sat at the forefront of your mind and you contemplated calling it off.

                                            >But after a few failed attempts and repeat clenching, she finally overcomes her urges and her pink ring calms to a relaxed elastic state…mostly.

                                            >Blood finally rushes back down to your tingly tip.

                                            >You soothingly stroke her cutie marks as she straightens her legs.

                                            >You continue comforting her until she chooses to keep going—replicating the ‘pushing’ technique without you asking.

                                            >Hot red flesh rolls back around your member and you take that as a signal.

                                            >You slowly continue penetrating your best friend.

                                            >Her innards weren’t as pleasurable as her vagina, but the tight insertion point and the erotic nature of your activity gives you all the satisfaction you need.

                                            >You bottom out without any further incident and check up on your partner.

                                            “You good Dash?”

                                            >”Y-yeah I-I’m fine, just hurry up and get off!”

                                            >She obviously wasn’t as into it as you were, but you planned on changing that.

                                            >As you start to pull out, you’re suddenly struck with incredible sensations.

                                            >Her body registers your member as something else and her muscular rectum colludes to escort you out of her system.

                                            >The result is a collide-scope of contractions that encircle your shaft as it pulls out from her depths.

                                            “Holy—gaah!

                                            >She turns her head back to look at you, surprised at your reaction.

                                            >But before she can comment you start pushing back into her—hilting until your dangling balls rest against her labia.

                                            >”Ngh!”

                                            >You repeat the action a few times but her most visible indications of arousal remain folded to her sides.

                                            >This wasn’t going to work. As great as it was, you can’t keep going if it was hurting her.

                                            >But you weren’t finished. Far from it in fact.

                                            >You just had a better idea of how to go about this.

                                            >You pull out of her completely and tap her butt.

                                            “Dash lay on your back.”

                                            >She stays there twitching her holes at you until her brain catches up with the change of plan.

                                            >”Huh?” She looks back confused.

                                            “I think it’ll feel better for you.”

                                            >”What? No just put it back and—“

                                            “—Dash I don’t want to do that if it’s going to hurt you.”

                                            >Her ears fold and she starts to do as she’s told.

                                            >”Okay, but don’t start making out with me like last time.”

                                            >Every time you have sex facing each other one of you ends up kissing the other in the heat of climax. It was usually you kissing Dash, but not always.

                                            >It wasn’t a big deal, you’d just apologize and forget about it until she’d bring it up to embarrass you again. In reality you doubt she really minded, but you weren’t about to let her get away with the sly comment.

                                            “Aww come on I know you enjoyed it just as much as I did,” You flash her a playful smile.

                                            >She plops onto her back and flutters her wings.

                                            >”Nuh-uh!”

                                            “Yeah-huh, remember the first time we did it and you were the one who—“

                                            >”—That’s cuz I was in heat!”

                                            “So?”

                                            >”So I get a little carried away, you know that!”

                                            “Oh I see, it’s okay for you to get carried away but when I do it you get all grossed out—“

                                            >”—Okay fine! You get one freebie per month and no tongue!”

                                            “Per month?”

                                            >”Per week! Whatever! You happy?”

                                            “I wasn’t actually going to ask for any freebies, but yes, I am happy with the generous offer.”

                                            >She narrows her eyes and growls at you.

                                            >”And this is just to make up for m-my…during last heat!”

                                            “Of course Dash.”

                                            >You smile at her as you massage the inside of her furry thigh.

                                            >”Stop messing with me dude and just rut me already!”

                                            “I’m trying, I’m just waiting for you to get in the spirit of the occasion.”

                                            >She just gives you a ‘seriously?’ look.

                                            >You waste no time lining up your head with her clenched butt.

                                            >The angle was a bit more difficult than when you’d penetrate her vaginally, but you made it work.

                                            >You finger her muscular orifice to prime her for what was to come before you rest your head on the entrance.

                                            >She bites her tongue and practices her muscle control again—opening up for you.

                                            >You slide past her inflamed walls into her sweltering tract with an audible schlick.

                                            >She grunts but doesn’t start clenching until you’ve bottomed out.

                                            >Her dock flickers against your balls and you can feel your member contacting the anterior of her rectum.

                                            >You rest there for a moment as she tries not to pinch you off inside her.

                                            >You make eye contact and smile, circling her soft belly and teats with an open palm.

                                            >”Ah!”

                                            >She squints and clenches hard again.

                                            >She was still having a difficult time with this.

                                            >You lean forward and place your hands next to her wings, which were beginning to unfurl despite her situation.

                                            >The hot sun beats down through the shadow of the tree on your back and Dash finally glances up at you—appreciating the shade your head provided.

                                            >You start your agonizing withdrawal from her depths and notice that she’s a bit more comfortable with your movement.

                                            >Another plunge in and she only contracts briefly before letting you glide into her.

                                            “Better now?”

                                            >Her wings were at full mast but they lacked the stiff throb that only pleasure provided her.

                                            >”A little…”

                                            >She was getting turned on by the erotic taboo of the act, but not sexual stimulation.

                                            >You determine that she’s comfortable enough, and you set out to fix that problem for her.

                                            >Your arms snake under her hips and lift her up—the natural angle of your erection and the artificial angle of her hips pressed your head against the outside of her vaginal canal.

                                            >Because she wasn’t completely turned on at the moment, her canal had yet to descend, leaving her cervical region in a very reachable position.

                                            >You drive a short thrust into her to test the waters.

                                            >”Aaagh! Whoa—dude what’d you do that feels great!”

                                            >You thrust into her again and enjoy the smile that grows on her face.

                                            “I also read that you can stimulate the vagina through the rectum if you get the right angle.”

                                            >”Thats—nnngh! Awesome!”

                                            “See—gh!…Books are good for—ng!…Something!”

                                            >”I never—mmpf!…said they weren’t!”

                                            >She cranes her neck up to watch as you free one arm.

                                            >Your middle finger goes to your mouth and you lube it up while you adjust to hold her hips’ weight with one arm alone.

                                            >Her features light up and she grins enthusiastically like you’re about to hand her a birthday present.

                                            >You nod and wink as another thrust rocks your bodies.

                                            >Relief washes over you at the sight of her excitement.

                                            >You hated the idea of getting pleasure at the expense of her own, but today that wasn’t going to happen.

                                            >Your finger wiggles between her still dry folds and snakes to her G-spot, an easy find for a veteran like you.

                                            >”Buck yeah I-iee!…I might actually cum from this dude!”

                                            “That’s the idea.”

                                            >You start a rhythmic thrusting while your finger rubs on her inner wrinkles.

                                            >”Gaaah! Yeah!”

                                            >She was definitely into it now.

                                            >Wings stiffened further and her legs lost their timidity—opening up to give you unrestricted access to her private area.

                                            >Your bodies start to perspire more as your physical activity compounds on the already hot day.

                                            >You found that you didn’t need to keep lubing her up. The mucus that naturally coated her tube also allowed her to pass your shaft.

                                            >She was also starting to get a handle on her clenching.

                                            >Your hips start to buck violently against each other and the blue pegasus starts to giggle and cry out at the new fun activity you’d just discovered.

                                            >Instead of getting dryer, you noticed the longer you copulated, the less friction there was.

                                            >You look down to see her crevice drooling sex fluid past her second hole.

                                            >For a moment you’re mesmerized by the sight of her mechanics.

                                            >Every thrust pushed her protruding anus back into her body and every pull popped it back out again.

                                            >Her much more familiar clit winks in satisfaction.

                                            >Her rectum lacked the purposeful texture of her vagina, but the feeling of mounting your mate lower on her body was instinctively satisfying in that it made it feel like you were penetrating her deeper and more directly.

                                            >You weren’t sure what she felt, but the open-mouthed grin on her face proved that she enjoyed something about it as well.

                                            >You hold out as long as you can and focus on massaging her sex canal through your makeshift rectal sock.

                                            >It took a while, but once you got her to where you wanted her to be, you bring your thumb in to massage her clit as well.

                                            “Gaoh! K-ep that!”

                                            >Dash’s face is frozen in a wince of satisfaction as two fingers and a penis stimulate the complex matrix of nerves that ran under her female anatomy.

                                            >Her hips maneuver deliberately against her friend as she pushes herself over the edge.

                                            >”Ugh!”

                                            >A short, grunt is your only warning you get before she cums.

                                            >Her winking doubles it’s pace and you happily oblige by rapidly fingering the pink clit.

                                            >Blue feathers ripple with pleasure and her tail shakes violently—her anus contracts predictably around your shaft.

                                            >Her vagina leaks a little more sex fluid into your juncture and you slowly rub more pleasure into her.

                                            >You have to admit, Rainbow Dash was absolutely gorgeous when she orgasmed.

                                            >You’d never tell her, but seeing her rock with pleasure was uniquely satisfying and had become one of the reasons you never tired of your heated sessions.

                                            >She takes in a deep breath as her high leaves her.

                                            >”Dude *hugh…that was awesome!” She grins up at you.

                                            “Haha…it looked pretty awesome.”

                                            >You continue your slow thrusting.

                                            >”You oughtta be a detective,” She responds sarcastically.

                                            >You’d love to poke jabs at each other, but you’d be an easy victim due to your limited brainpower.

                                            >You start to pick up your pace and feel your climax drawing near.

                                            >Dash’s mission shifts from fencing with you to getting you off.

                                            >One thing about having sex all the time is that your stamina was so long it was annoying.

                                            >You both knew right away that she wouldn’t finish a second time, so your hand move to her legs—preventing wandering fingers from winding her up half-way.

                                            >Luckily you partner enjoyed your orgasm almost as much as you did.

                                            >You lower her hips back to the ground and hilt into her.

                                            >She looks up expectantly, but you’re not quite there yet.

                                            >Dash sees the ache on your face and rushes to find a solution.

                                            >She scoots her hips farther down and curls into you—giving you an extra half-inch of penetration.

                                            >”Ngh!…That better Anon?”

                                            >You squint and nod as you stay hilted in her.

                                            >You were so close now; you circle your hips around her opening and helicopter your member around her loosely fitting innards.

                                            >She watches your face as she tries to time clenches to help massage your load out of you.

                                            >Unfortunately, when you hilted in her, it inverted her pert anus and the sticky hilt of your shaft glued to her sticky outer skin.

                                            >She finds the bug in the code and focuses all her efforts on fixing it..

                                            >Her drooling labia stare blankly up at you while you hover on the edge of insanity.

                                            >Her donut finally succeeds in flaring open and the slippery inside of her anus glides down to engulf the root of your penis.

                                            >The feeling of it protruding so far out that it touched your scrotum doubled the mental stimulation you were getting.

                                            “Oh!”

                                            >”That’s it dude you got it.”

                                            >Her eagerness to see you finish was just as alluring as the thought of being buried so deeply in her body.

                                            >You nudge into her a few times and your sweaty balls slip into her sweaty dock-cave.

                                            >She instantly detects your surge in intimate pleasure you get from the contact rocks erotically to emphasize it.

                                            >It becomes too much to bear and you ride the thought of deeply fucking Rainbow right off the edge of the cliff.

                                            >You remain motionless inside of the pegasus’s butt as your testicles spit stream after stream of hot semen into her rectum.

                                            >She feels your familiar contractions before she registers the ticklish butterflies indicative of your gooey warmth splattering her innards.

                                            >She abs flutter and ass clenches as she giggles at the addicting sensation.

                                            >”Aww-ha buck yeah!”

                                            “Aagh!”

                                            >She grins in satisfaction as she feels your sperm pool at the lowest point. It gave her a sense of pride to know that she made you feel that good.

                                            >She saw your stamina as a challenge, and your seed as a valued trophy.

                                            >It was like being on two-pony sports team, when one of you won, the other did too.

                                            >You finish depositing and finally come out of your trance.

                                            >You see Dash’s cocky grin staring up at you.

                                            >”Geez dude, you came pretty hard.”

                                            “Y-yeah…”

                                            >She chuckles a little bit and holds you there—knowing from experience not to overstimulate your member in your post-orgasmic sensitivity.

                                            >In an instant, you bring your lips down to kiss.

                                            >But she’s too quick and you have to chase her muzzle around as she laughs.

                                            >Eventually you manage to trap her and wipe your lips across hers briefly.

                                            >”Haha-stooop! Anoon! Mmmpf…bleh! Gross dude!”

                                            >She wipes her mouth with her hoof and stares indignantly at you, trying to hide her playful smile.

                                            “Oh come on Dash, of all the things to get queazy about you choose that?”

                                            >She thinks for a moment while she frowns at you—distinctly aware of the act you’d just committed.

                                            >Your argument was valid and the best she could do was avoid the topic.

                                            >”That was you one freebie this month!”

                                            “Alright fine. But for the record you said I get one per week.”

                                            >You struggle to catch your breath and smile appreciatively at her.

                                            >Eventually she can’t escape your contagious attitude and her disdain was quickly forgotten amidst your intimate touch.

                                            >Your sex shrinks inside the pony—your burning appetite satiated.

                                            “So did you enjoy it too? It looked like you did.”

                                            >”Yeah, it started to get better when we got going; this position works really well for me.”

                                            >A parting shove escorts your limp member from her butt hole, a thin string of semen connects your tip to it’s recently vacated home.

                                            “Yeah I can’t really hit your spots when you’re on your hooves.”

                                            >The tool in question bobs in an aftershock and you both look down at it.

                                            >Much to your surprise you see a few flecks of hay.

                                            >It wasn’t a lot and you definitely didn’t hit anything inside her, but it did sober her up a bit.

                                            >”U-uhhh…s-sorry I’ll get a r-rag or something.”

                                            >You place a hand on her chest to keep her from scrambling to her hooves.

                                            “I was prepared for this at the start, okay? No need to worry.”

                                            >Her remorseful look tells you everything.

                                            >”S-sorry I—“

                                            “—Dash. It’s fine, really.”

                                            >You smile at her and her cheeks flush a deep red.

                                            >A minute with a water bottle and spare rag left both of you squeaky clean.

                                            >She quicky regains her courage.

                                            >”So how’d it compare to my snatch?”

                                            >You snort at her lack of subtlety and think back to your climax.

                                            >It seemed more…mental than physical. Most of the pleasure came from the thought of your deeper mount.

                                            “Your vagina feels better, but your butt was still pretty fun” You give it a playful smack for emphasis, “It’s good to have some variety I think.”

                                            >It made sense, after all she did have a dedicated organ designed specifically to accept part of your body.

                                            >There may have been better alternatives on paper, but you still considered the venture a success. After all she got off too.

                                            >”Yeah I definitely don’t want to do this every day, but I think it’d be nice to break up the routine…”

                                            >She suddenly winces and you watch her hold a clench for a few seconds.

                                            “You okay?”

                                            >”Y-yeah it just burns a bit.”

                                            >Your eyes shift to inspect her pained region.

                                            >The grimace you saw on her face concerned you and you wanted to make sure you hadn’t hurt your friend.

                                            >She props up on her fore hoof and curls over to see between her legs.

                                            >She can’t see far enough so she spreads her legs further and turns to you.

                                            >”I’m not bleeding am I?” A hint of worry in her voice scares you.

                                            “Let me see.”

                                            >She lays back down and silently studies the tree above you while you study her.

                                            >The exterior of her anus was flushed pink from friction and blood flow—a stark change from her natural tan color.

                                            >You don’t see anything alarming so you investigate further.

                                            >Fingers gently spread her open and you check her insides.

                                            >She clenches but relaxes and you eventually get a proper look

                                            >No damage, just a string of your semen trailing off into darkness.

                                            >You bring your palm to press against her muscular chute and gently massage it.

                                            >Dash lifts her head to look at you.

                                            >”Am I good?”

                                            “Don’t worry, you’re just a little irritated.”

                                            >Relief dawns on her face and her head hits the bedroll again as she draws a deep breath—the forgiving warmth and smoothness of your palm soothes some of her immediate discomfort.

                                            “I guess it’s a good thing I’m not as big as a stallion.”

                                            >”Yeah there’s no way I’d do that with anything bigger.”

                                            >You remain like this for a few minutes while you start to enjoy the scenery around you for the first time.

                                            >A calm breeze cools your sweaty bodies and you study the natural beauty from the comfort of your bed roll.

                                            >You find no cause for concern, the Everfree legends were pretty over-exaggerated.

                                            >Sure hydras and manticores existed, but the probability of running into one was the same as running into a bear in the Rocky Mountains.

                                            >You’d still have to set up your tent and hang a bear-bag…and eat for that matter. But all that can wait.

                                            >Dash’s accomplished little hole had relaxed under your touch and you continue your massage for a few more minutes before you consider your job complete.

                                            >You look up and go to speak, but see that her eyes are fighting to stay open.

                                            >Orgasms tended to tire her—something you’d thought only affected guys.

                                            >But it was still before midday, so a nap wouldn’t hurt.

                                            >You slide up next to your favorite pegasus and tuck her wing against her body.

                                            >She shuffles to get comfortable, knowing you were settling in for a nap.

                                            >Even before you became fuck buddies, you got in the habit of taking naps together.

                                            >It was just too cozy to make excuses for.

                                            >The broken shade of the tree covers your nude bodies and you curl around Dash’s petite form.

                                            >The little pony reeked, but you take comfort in the thought that you were the only one who got the privilege of getting close enough to smell it.

                                            >Her furry body demanded to be held and you bury your face into her mane.

                                            >Your fingers scratch her chest hair softly and she lets out a comfortable coo.

                                            >You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel some sort of spark in your heart when you were with her.

                                            >Honestly you might be madly in love with her and  not know it. She never sought the attention of other stallions so you never had the opportunity to get jealous.

                                            >She turns her muzzle to nuzzle into your neck before giving your cheek and ear a few licks.

                                            >It was a pony thing, but you eventually learned to distinguish between licking for fun and licking for affection.

                                            >These happened to be the affectionate kind.

                                            >They never failed to elicit the warm affinity for her that you’d always written off as the sex talking.

                                            >It was something she only ever did in the aftermath of an orgasm, and you were pretty sure your obvious care for her instigated it.

                                            >You smile and nuzzle back into her before you both go limp against each other.

                                            >The cool breeze battled your shared touch over ownership of your perspiration.

                                            >Streaks of sunlight warmed your back and legs as the tree branches swayed gently above you.

                                            >Rainbow’s hot breath takes on the pattern of sleep and you sigh in content.

                                            >You were a foreign creature in a foreign land, your friends and family from your past life were long gone.

                                            >But you’d found something in this azure pegasus…something that made you forget all of your heartache.

                                            >You may not like to admit it to yourself or each other.

                                            >But you found love.