Sitt

 

If there was anything Quick knew for certain, it was that he was alone.

 

Every room had been checked. The living room, the dining room, each bedroom and the bathroom; Quick had checked every single nook and cranny to ensure that there was no other pony in the apartment. Nor should there have been, with his roommates' work times all overlapping with this, singular, moment. None of them would so much as think about coming home for hours.

 

It was with perfect confidence, then, that the unassuming little unicorn took the first few inches of silicone up his ass.

No one would hear the adorable moan as the well-lubricated tip pushed past his virgin muscle.

No one would see him scrunch and shakily huff when it bumped up against pleasure button.

Not a single soul in the whole of Ponyville knew exactly what he was up to: shamelessly riding the top half of an equine dildo designed for mares.

The medial ring had proven to be a little *too* stretching for his tight hole, and the length he could use was more than enough for pleasing his insides. He rocked back and forth, and he couldn't help his squeaking at every press of the flared head against his prostate.

 

Quick had known this vice for some time, but nothing quite realised the wonderful internal pressure this dildo did. He'd made the purchase by mail and watched his shared PO box religiously to ensure it didn't fall into the hooves of his roommates... but it had been well worth the saved bits; he soon felt himself approaching another one of those delicious anal climaxes. A pleasure that radiated out from his insides in waves and sent perfect yet pathetic bursts of his seed leaking out onto the ground... just the thought of it practically made him melt with lust and anticipation.

 

He was so enraptured by every hammer of that fake dick against his insides that he didn't hear a key turn in the front door, nor the creaking of hinges as it opened, nor the sound and vibration of hooves trotting casually about the apartment.

Quick's orgasm was rapidly approaching when the unmistakable squeak of his bedroom doorknob twisting set his fur on edge.

 

Someone was home.

Quick was not alone.

 

The shock sent a jolt of weakness through his muscles, and within a few moments his ponut was kissing the base of the dildo. It took every single inch of will in his body to keep himself from squealing - the last few fragments of his concentration were spent disguising the uncovered portion of the silicone dick. With his dick quivering and leaking as it teetered on the edge of an explosive climax, Quick turned to stare rather abashedly at the pink baker stallion standing in his doorway. "O-Oh, hey!... y-you're... home early."

 

"Yuh huh." There was clearly confusion displayed in the boy's features, but Quick's 'scent' had yet to reach his snoot. "The shop closed early today 'cuz I needed an electrician to take a look at the wiring, and he might be there a while. That means I got the day off."

 

"R...right..." Quick swallowed hard. Deep breaths... keep calm... if you just tell him to leave, it'll seem more suspicious. "Do you n-need anything, Sprinkles?"

 

"Wellll, I kinda wanted to talk about the oven. Now that I'm free for a little while I thought it would be a perfect time for us to *finally* get it replaced."

 

"W-w-what, like, *right* now?"

 

"Yeah! I mean, everypony else has already thrown in some funds, and you and I together should be able to cover the rest. I just need an extra set of hooves to get the thing in here - heck, we could probably let our horns do most of the work!"

 

Not good. Not good at all. "...oh, uhh... listen... S-Sprinkles, I'm kinda busy right now, maybe this afternoon would be...?"

 

It was then, of course, a certain smell crossed the baker's snoot. A very *male* smell... the slightest of smirks twisted his cheeks as he realised exactly why it was Quick hadn't turned his entire body to face him. "Busy, huh? Busy trying to 'bake' without an oven?"

 

Before the colt could react with mortification or embarrassment or confusion, a sudden warm buzzing from inside through his mind into disarray. Panic built up in his mind as the inexplicable vibrating pulsed against his button, and his dick let out a sticky rope of pre that left a trail from his tip to the ground. "A-ah-! I-I..." But there was no explanation Quick could give, and the pink unicorn's grin only widened while he forced the poor little stallion to grow closer to a climax around the hidden dong.

 

In a final moment of defeat, Quick let out a mortified squeak and buried his face in his forelegs... though that turned inevitably to moaning with his rump giving trembling spasms around his toy and his flare spilling a thin load onto the floor. There was nothing he could do but take shaky breaths and wait out his orgasm in front of his roommate. The buzzing didn't let up until the unicorn had milked every single drop he could out of himself, at which point it slowed to a soothing hum.

 

"A-ahh..." Quick was left feeling confused, terribly embarrassed and a little sore after it all. The dildo didn't have a vibrator... so, he surmised, whatever happened must have been Sprinkles' doing. He lifted his snoot to peek back at the implicated donut boy who smirked right back at him.

 

"I kinda envy you. That looked like a strong one." The aura around his horn dropped as did the vibe inside Quick. "Why don't you clean up? I'll make beignets~"

 

In just a few moments, Quick was once again alone. Panting, messy, a little fuller than expected... and feeling more than a little violated.