Loosing a Bet

>"Awww yeah! Chalk another one up for the Dash!"
>You stumble through the gate to Sweet Apple acres, your makeshift finish line, wheezing and out of breath.
>Who were you to think you could've beaten Rainbow Dash in a footrace.
>Even with your longer legs it didn't make much difference, and she didn't take any pity on you despite your status as her 'bestie.'
>Still, you at least made her break a sweat so your ego wasn't completely destroyed.
"Yeah yeah whatever, next time I'll win and we'll see who's bragging then."
>"Pffft! Not likely!" She laughs before quirking her brow, "You're not trying to back out on the bet are you?"
>Her suspicious glare almost made you laugh...almost.
>If only she knew how you really thought about your little bet.
"And give you an excuse not to blow me the next time I win, heck no!"
>She looks a little relieved and more than a bit excited at that news.
>You throw your hands behind your head to help catch your breath as you walk past her.
"Come on, let’s find somewhere to get you off."
>She watches you with her eyes wide and ears perked, only when you reach the end of a ten-foot invisible rope does she spring back into action, trotting up quickly beside you.
>"Y-yeah, what about behind the barn?"
"That'll work, as long as no one's inside doing chores." You smile down at her.
>She initially mirrors your smile before her cheeks turn a little red.
>"And if they are then I'm sure they'll think all the grunting and slurping and giggling is from a bird or something."
>You pause.
"A bird?"
>"Heh, yeah! What you've never heard birds make weird noises before?"
>You ruffle her mane.
"No but I'm sure this little birdie's going to make some weird ones in a few minutes."
>"Hey! I've already told you pegasuses aren’t related to birds!"
"Keep preaching featherbrain, I'll believe it when you stop preening every time we settle down to watch a movie."
>At that her blush deepens.
>"That's just a thing we do when we're comfortable!"
>And that's almost enough to make you blush in turn.
"And what's all this about giggling?" You smirk, "I can see the grunting and slurping, sure, but I doubt there's anything down there in that sweaty mare sheath I'll want to giggle about."
>She looks at you quizzically until she remembers.
>"Well it's ticklish for me, duh."
>You look at her with some concern.
>"What? Don't tell me you don't know how this works."
"I know exactly how this works."
>"So if you've done it before then you should know how to tickle me."
>You sense a strong dose of innocence in her words.
"Umm, well...I haven't done this before, but I'm pretty sure it has nothing to do with tickling."
>"Well how else are you going to make me cum?"
>You reach your hidey spot behind Applejack's barn and come to a stop.
"Dash, have you ever gotten a blowjob before?"
>She looks down and kicks the dirt, "No, but I've masturbated before and it's all the same thing!"
>You take a seat on the grass in front of her and her face turns beet red.
"Let me guess, you use your feathers?"
>She nods, "My hooves are too rough."
>She's close enough that you can feel her breath on your face, a warm humidity in the midst of a cool summer breeze.
"I see. It seems like we've got a lot to learn here, then."
>You pat the grass next to you, coaxing her to sit down.
>Now she was starting to feel awkward.
>All of her brash facade crumbled in light of her inexperience and the unexpected fluttering in her chest.
>This was already more intimate than she thought it would be when she had her bright idea to bet blowjobs.
>In fact, the only reason she hadn’t already rocketed off to sulk in the clouds all day was because of how well she knew and trusted you.
>And you certainly didn't take that for granted.
>She looks at you expectantly, her wings ruffling lightly at her sides.
>"So how do you want me to, um..."
"However is comfortable for you, if you want to just lay back or maybe lay across my lap, heck if you want to brace on my shoulders to give me a face full of winner dick, whatever you want."
>She seems frozen with indecision, before tentatively rising to her hooves in front of you.
>Well you didn't expect that but you did list it as an option.
>You slide to place your back against the barn wall.
>She bites her tongue as she maneuvers to stand in front of you.
>In-between her cyan legs, a watermelon appendage can be glimpsed dangling loose and springy.
>You could smell it already.
>A wet, musky scent that rang with the sharp tang of sweat and workout pony.
>She notices your eyes wandering.
>"Are you sure about this?"
>You lick your lips and grin before booping her on the nose playfully.
"Are you kidding? You owe me a fresh Wonderbolt protein shake ma'am."
>At this she snickers and starts the awkward dance of trying to mount your face.
>She only had porn to go off of, so it was far from a flawless performance.
>Her hooves shuffle and draw closer next to your relaxed legs.
>Hot, excited, nervous breaths buffet your hair as her warm, sweaty presence slowly isolates you from the fresh Equestrian afternoon.
>Your hand moves up to brace her withers as she takes the first hop to place her forelegs on your shoulders.
>Hind legs quickly step to straddle your waist as she firmly plants her forehooves on your shoulders.
>Suddenly, you're face to face with her quivering pink penis in all it's moist and clammy glory.
>She was bigger than you expected, having an inch or so on you in length and a good bit in girth as well.
>The very base of her shaft ends in a corucopia of sweaty wrinkles--her sheath, that tapers off into a pendulous cyan-furred sack.
>"D-does that work?"
>Her cock slaps her belly with excitement, dripping its first crystalline orb of precum.
"Yeah I think so," You reach back to grip her buttocks and she jolts in your grasp, "Heheheh! A little jumpy for your first BJ huh?"
>"N-no!" Comes the eloquent response from somewhere above your head.
>You use your grip to walk her hindlegs closer, bringing her meat into a more accessible region.
"Geez I should've made you shower before this."
>"Is it too ss-ssmelly?"
"Nah it's fine."
>You lean forward and lick her flaring cockhead.
>It flares some more and laces your chin with a spurt of precum.
>Her hind hooves do a little tapdance and you can feel her glutes shudder under your grasp.
"It's kinda salty and...buttery maybe?"
>You lick her glans again, this time bracing her base with your firm grasp.
>Your tongue excavates the flavor out of the small cavern around her urethra.
>"Hnnng!"
>Whatever it is carries a light burnt aftertaste that seems to blend well with the raw umami of her naturally-kept meat.
"Heheh! I think I found a new favorite snack!"
>She was either too embarrassed or overwhelmed to respond.
>Her hips thrust forward in an attempt to masturbate with your hand so you bring the other one up to grip around her medial ring.
>A few firm, dribbling thrusts lubricate your hands with stringy precum and you have to calm her down before you can get your head back in here.
"Hold on, hold on, just let me..."
>She pauses long enough to let you wrap your lips around her tip and swallow her meat down to the medial ring.
>"Oh ah-I...nnnnnngh!"
>Yeah, just as you thought. Not ticklish.
>Her hind hooves scrape up the turf as she does all she can to push more of her penis into your mouth, but you don't allow it.
>You keep her firmly hilted to the medial ring and no further, mostly because you were about to gag if you had to deal with any more.
>Her ripe flavor permeates your tastebuds and you can feel her rapid heartbeat twitching down her rapidly flaring length.
>You pull back and bob down, slurping the penis-flavored spit up along the way.
>A proper blowjob was working wonders on the mare.
>Her wings were fully erect with arousal and her forelegs moved to clamp around your head.
>You feel some cold drool run down the back of your neck but that didn't concern you.
>Long, curly pubes matted together with sweat tickle your brow and rain salty droplets of crotch perspiration onto your face.
>Her scrotum cinches up to her body, hinting at just how eager she was to pop.
>You decide you trust her enough to stop bracing her hips with both hands and you reach out to give her fuzzy little sack a tickle.
>"Oooh! R-right there!"
>Her hindlegs freeze in their semi-splayed position, kept from slipping by the sheer rigidity of her musculature.
>The pause surprises you, but you don't waste any time giving her the requested reward for being such a model friend.
>Fingernails scratch past the forest of cyan pubes into her oily sack.
>"Ah yeah!-Nngh!"
>Once you scratch her itch you gently cup her special organs and feel around for the actual testicles suspended in at what feels like a quart of seminal fluid.
>Her tail alternates between swishing with joy and hiking up with arousal.
>Her penis simply bathes in the warm tonguebath you were giving it, and it does all it can to tell you how good a job you're doing.
>Watery precum dribbles out every half dozen seconds, sometimes briny and sometimes nearly tasteless, but all times at her body temperature of a hundred degrees.
>Crystalline rivulets ran down your chin and clung to the underside of her angry red crotch rocket only to soak into the plethora of aromatic sheath folds.
>Your position offered you a good look at her anatomy and needless to say it was supremely intriguing.
>Apart from her distinctly shaped, veiny equine phallus, she had a pudgy base of greasy crotch folds that blended into her swollen sack.
>Normally, it would've been a modest skin sock to hide her private in, but now, it was turned inside out, revealing to you all its explicit and quite honestly stinky secrets.
>Or was that her dick itself?
>It wouldn't surprise you given the ripe taste that you can never seem to suck completely from her pores.
>Then again, a Wonderbolt's sweaty post-run crotch wasn't exactly a field of flowers to begin with.
"Mmm-*schlick..." You pull off her just in time to take another shot of precum to the chin.
"Just warn me before you cum, alright?"
>"Mhmm!" She agrees in desperation, already jabbing your cheek with her slimy cockhead.
"Hey! Take it easy I'm not gonna leave you hanging!"
>You reach up to give her shaft a few reassuring pumps--to which she only thrusts harder.
>"Anon p-please!"
>Certainly.
>You simultaneously wrap an arm around her back and pull her into your mouth again.
>Somewhere above you hear a sigh of relief and feel an affectionate hoof stroke your hair.
>You redirect that goodwill right back at her.
>One hand finds her muscly dock nub and you grip around the root of her tail while the other boldly shimmies a finger around her gooch just behind her balls.
>The unexpected sensation makes her lurch forward and into your expecting maw.
>You angle so her spongy glans rubs against the ribbed texture on the roof of your mouth.
>Each time you draw back you graze her turgid meat lightly with your teeth.
>Each time you sink down you manage to get her a smidge deeper.
>Over time it added up and you soon find your lips kissing just past her medial ring.
>She had absolutely no idea what to do.
>She tries to time her thrusts with your bobs but fails miserably.
>She tries pushing deeper but stops when she realizes it was making you gag.
>Eventually, she resorts to bracing against the barn wall while letting your work on her.
>It was an incredibly satisfying feeling.
>Not only blowing your best friend and making her feel as good as she's ever felt.
>But feeling her surrender herself to you as if she knew you would take care of her better than she could take care of herself.
>That thought fills you with resolve and with a deep breath, you take her to the medial ring and stop.
>She seems to sense that you're trying for her and she too holds her breath--a perspiring monument to luck considering how much action she was getting without having to take a shower.
>You calm yourself and breathe steadily.
>Her spicy crotch funk clears with each exhale and suffocates you with each inhale.
>Luckily for both of you, whatever comprised her concoction of pheromones happened to taste pretty good.
>And it just so happened to get stronger the farther down her shaft you went.
>A well timed swallow allows her flaring tip into your throat, and her medial ring past your teeth.
>Another pause, another sputter of precum, another breath.
>You savor the fresh flavor setting fire to your tastebuds and push another half-inch.
>By now she was balancing on one hind leg, hiking the other up to allow your sideways face room to ingest more of her body.
>You knead her balls like a batch of rising dough as you swallow even more--determined to take her to the hilt for sheer bragging rights.
>And maybe you were a little into it.
>"Oh Anon thank you so much!"
>Her almost pained expression of gratitude caught you so off guard you start laughing.
>Your throat constricts and your teeth tickle her a bit too much causing her to jerk.
"Gah-hrrrrk!"
>You gag hard around her sunken shaft.
>Drool runs down her dick and drips from her balls as you struggle to maintain the position you worked so hard to achieve.
>"S-sssorry...C-cummin-nnaaah!"
>The timing couldn't have been more impeccable.
>Between watery eyes that were stinging with her sweat, you see her balls pull up to her body.
>Her muscles clench and she tries to poke deeper despite her best efforts not to torture you.
>And surprisingly enough, you manage to inhale her once again.
>The urge to gag subsides and you bring a hand up to roll her sheathmeat up and down her bulging cock root.
>For a second, you chest swells with pride.
>You were about to give your friend the best orgasm of her life.
>Until her cum hit the back of your throat with the force of a super soaker water gun.
"Uuuurk!-Gah!"
>You reel back mid-spurt, catching a thick glaze of bitter ball batter to the roof of the mouth.
>Drool waters the grass as her cock pops free and into your hand--jetting you in the teeth with another angry spurt.
>You hack up the cum she'd tried to make you inhale and quickly bring your lips back to glans...only to find it far to engorged to wrap your lips around.
>That miscalculation led to more hot pegasus jizz catching you in the eye and lacing through your hair.
>You settle with sucking on her dilated urethra as she finishes excreting her voluminous load onto your tongue.
>It takes a few pre-emptive gulps to keep your mouthful from exploding back out in an equally messy display, but you manage.
>Finally, the...
*sssst-sssst
>Of her rushing fluid abates, allowing the sounds of nature and her ragged breathing to greet you once more.
>With a wince, you swallow the aged nut butter she'd given you and give her one last cummy kiss right on the tip of her limpening cock.
"Muah!"
>You let her cock go to dangle freely between her hindlegs, not caring that it was dripping over your pants.
>You lick your lips clean as she tries to clumsily dismount.
>She stumbles into your waiting grasp and gives up halfway down, allowing you to catch her and land her squarely against your chest.
>The pegasus strains to right herself for a moment before giving up on that too.
>She slumps against you, panting and twitching.
>Her eyes turn up to meet you and you're beholden by the most sincere and grateful look you've ever seen.
>She didn't need to speak to express her gratitude for upholding the little bet she'd never expected you to follow through on.
>In fact, words couldn't say enough.
>She leans back to lick some of her own cum off your cheek, then pauses to sniff at your lips.
>You sit there, sharing breath and letting the explosion of pheromones strengthen your bond.
>It was a long shot but it happened, and needless to say this would become a tradition if you had anything to say about it.
>You lean forward and plant a short peck of affection square on her fuzzy lips.
>She looks surprised at first, but she quickly smiles.
>One of those big, eye-to-eye face splitting grins that said her feelings were in total synchronicity with yours.
"So...I guess you were pent up, huh?"
>You scratch the fur of her neck, enjoying the closeness.
>"Heheh! Yeah I guess I kinda was."
>She reaches back to style the part of your hair that was laced with her semen.
>"Sorry, next time I'll make sure to race you to the showers." She snickers and blushes a little.
"Well, I'm not going to lie, whatever you've got going on down there tastes pretty good as is."
>At that her blush deepens.
>She looks down at her hooves for a moment, before glancing at her receding cock still draped over your leg.
>"Y-yeah I guess that's why we're best buds and stuff..."
>You scratch her ear in agreement.
"It certainly takes a best bud to still suck you off through that jungle of BO you got going on down there!"
>You tickle her underwing to make her giggle.
"Geez you should've told me you wanted to breed my face into the wall I thought it was just going to be a little blowjob!"
>Her giggling turns to laughter from your fingers and the joke.
>"Heheh...well, I'll make sure to warn you next time."
"Oh so you're already planning on a next time?"
>She snickers and licks your chin playfully.
>"Sure! It's fun to get blowjobs!"
"Oh you...You better pick a race I have a chance at winning then!"
>She looks at you with a grin.
>"Nah I like winning."
>You like her too much to be angry with her, but if you didn't you'd be angry with her.
"Really, Dash? After sucking down all your slime that's what I get?" You prod her ribs making her giggle some more.
>"Pfffft! Nah, you're my best bud of course I'll return the favor!"
>Oh.
>Well that was easy.
>"We'll make up next movie night, how about that? Then you've got no reason to tease me for preening again."
"You know what, Ms. Dash? I think we've just struck a deal."