Transparency Part II - XRaynon


                                            >U B Anonymous.

                                            >It’s been a while since you’ve moved into the Crystal Empire with your crystal mare-friend.

                                            >Apparently the country’s thermostat works on how happy its citizens are.

                                            >You’ve fucked your mare-friend senseless so many times after you got here that she started gleaming like a diamond.

                                            >That has been enough to raise the temperature in your house by a few degrees.

                                            >The seat in your toilet is still uncomfortably cold for your balls, though.

                                            >Speaking of the mare, she’s sitting right beside you on the dining table.

                                            >That adorable little lava-lamp is eating breakfast before she heads out to work.

                                            >It’s been months, but you don’t tire of watching how her body functions.

                                            >It’s another one of your quirks that she slowly started getting used to.

                                            >If anything, she loved the attention you gave her. Girl was pretty touch-starved.

                                            >She’s munching on some hay-bacon when she catches you staring at her, and smiles tenderly back at your goofy face.

                                            >God she’s so pretty.

                                            >While you can’t literally see everything inside her, if you focus hard enough you can see her esophagus gulping down your food.

                                            >You silently thank the horse deities that you can’t see her nasty bits. That’d be gross.

                                            >That throat looks so tight, you bet you could see your dick hammering inside her.

                                            >Your mare-friend is happily eating your meal, glowing from the love that she’s receiving from your stare.

                                            >She looks back at you once more and notices that you’re looking very intensely at her and biting on your lip.

                                            >And that there’s a bulge on your pants.

                                            >Her smile turns sheepish and her hooves fiddle around embarrassed.

                                            >”Oh, Anon…”

                                            “Yes, me.”

                                            >You lean in and kiss her on the lips, which she reciprocates with joy.

                                            “Hey there, gorgeous. Sweet lips that you have.”

                                            >Her eyes zigzag around the room as she giggles, gulping some saliva after she fails to give you a comeback.

                                            >You see that motherfucker slide down her throat, taunting you.

                                            >That’s it, patience is gone.

                                            >You grab her in the mid-section and lift her body.

                                            >”A-Anon?”

                                            >You shove all of the plates to the other side of the table to make space for your mare.

                                            >Flipping her upside-down, you put her on the table with her belly facing up.

                                            >After she regains her balance she gets face-to-face with your bulging pants.

                                            >”Anon, a-are we doing this r-right now?”

                                            “Yes, we are.”

                                            >The fly on your pants comes down, your erection flops atop of her muzzle.

                                            “Open up.”

                                            >She does as you say and rolls out her tongue to welcome your member.

                                            >The sensation of her tongue dragging at the top of your cock is sweeter than any honey.

                                            >You steadily insert more of yourself in her mouth, her tongue peeling off your foreskin and rasping at your uncovered head.

                                            >Her mouth is filled with your musk and she can’t help but love every second of it.

                                            >It doesn’t take long for your cock to reach her throat and invade the canal mercilessly.

                                            >You put one of your hands on the table to support your body, while the other holds her at the throat, watching in awe as her transparent skin shows to you how her throat widens to make space for your cock.

                                            >The gagging sounds only help make you even more turned on.

                                            >You slowly exit her mouth to give her some breathing space before smashing back on her face.

                                            >As she desperately tries to take in that sweet oxygen, the smell of your balls fills her nostrils whenever you swing your hips onto her face, the sack slapping at her muzzle.

                                            >The wet sounds coming from her mouth converge with her grunting and gurgling, the symphony vibrating in your meat and filling you with the sweet sensations only a crystal mare could.

                                            >Maybe you should buy some dildos and see what kind of sounds she can harmonize.

                                            >Your pace quickens further, fucking her face as if it was an onahole that you had filled with glittery lube.

                                            >The mare underneath you struggles to receive your package, her hooves are flailing haphazardly in the air and her tail whipping at nothing.

                                            >Meanwhile your cock is sliding up and down her wet fuckhole with no problems at all, the mare’s drooling like mad, some of it drips from her mouth and onto your balls.

                                            >Meanwhile her throat gives you the visage of your cock pumping her insides full of meat.

                                            >You watch as the her folds push back your skin whenever you insert yourself, and cling to it whenever you push back.

                                            >Her groaning isn’t as loud as it usually is, but that’s excusable at the moment.

                                            >After some time her limbs stop trotting in the air and grow rigid, with a wet splash being heard on her back side shortly after.

                                            >Your hips start moving at the speed of sound as you get close to painting your love white. Again.

                                            >At the final push, a hot load of jizz is shot inside of her, parts of it going directly into her tummy while the rest float back out.

                                            >She coughs as your cum exists forcefully through her mouth and nose.

                                            >You quickly exit yourself from her, letting the last strands of your seed hit her ruined face.

                                            >It’s all wet with drool, cum and some tears.

                                            >You clean yourself on her fur by slapping your meat on her cheeks for a little while.

                                            >After the excitement is over, you grab a wet towel and gently put the mare on your lap, ruining your pants, and tenderly clean her face.

                                            >You give special attention to not ruin her mane even further, and to pick all fluids from her coat.

                                            >You kiss her in the snout, and she shyly smiles back at you.

                                            >You both spend the rest of her free morning cuddling with her on your lap while you comb her mane back to its pristine state.

                                            >And maybe kissed a whole bunch, too.

                                            >The clock strikes 8, and she excuses herself to go to work, while you clean up the mess you both made.

                                            >With a lopsided grin, dreamily observe as she goes out of your door with two globs of cum floating inside her body, each in a different place of her body.

                                            >God, you love that mare. One day you’ll put a muffin in her oven.