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>you wondered if she’d planned it from the beginning
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>it was your first time with a pony, or anyone with a penis for that matter
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>supposedly it was her first time with a human as well
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>she was accommodating, bookending every request with “if that’s okay with you”
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>it must have been okay with you, else you wouldn’t have found yourself at the foot of her bed that night
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>she was a bizarre creature, with size and strength more than enough to overpower you but with a gentle demeanor that assured you she never would
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>right?
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>then there was her patience
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>you’d never but anything in your mouth longer than a toothbrush
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>but now you were kissing something longer and thicker than your forearm
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>surely it was impossible
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>she understood your concerns
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>ponies often had this problem, she said
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>but there were ways around it, if you were willing
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>you said you’d think about it between licks along her length
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>it wouldn’t happen tonight, she didn’t have what she needed
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>but you still wanted to please her
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>the smell and taste were unexpected, like a mild fancy scented candle
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>while you pondered what silly names Yankee might have for her, you finally coated her shaft with your saliva
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>just how long had you been at it?
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>you looked up to find her with a slightly satisfied smile
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>only slightly
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>you returned to your work, now stroking her with one hand while the other fondled her sack below
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>your mind was a bit hazy at the moment so you couldn’t quite decide on what fruit matched their size
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>something between a grapefruit and a cantaloupe
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>you soon found a hoof on your head, petting you like some obscene puppy
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>she cooed something about your performance above but you weren’t really paying attention
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>you soon started pumping with both hands while kissing her tip
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>the task before you was more difficult than you had thought
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>you could only service so much of her at a time
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>your hands swapped between the base of her shaft and close to the tip while your tongue swirled rapidly around her
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>yet you had only her soft humming as encouragement
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>until you felt a throb
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>that single jerk almost wrenched her cock free of your grip and deposited a small dollop of liquid on your tongue
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>things got hazier after that
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>you probably kept going for some time, the room slowly growing darker
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>but you never grew tired
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>there was only her soft voice, her scent, her taste
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>which made it jarring when she pushed you away
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>awareness flooded back into you, enough to pout up at her
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>but she stopped your protests with the same gentle smile and a single word
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>”Open.”
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>so you opened
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>she guided the head of her cock to your mouth and rested it there, your tongue absently lapping at what she fit inside
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>then she curled her foreleg around her shaft and stroked
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>she was slower than you had been, but more purposeful
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>she never took her eyes off of yours and something compelled you to do the same
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>there was no signal or grand buildup, she merely sighed as though finally relaxing after a long day
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>and then your mouth was flooded
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>you hadn’t even had time to puff out your cheeks to take more, the remainder of her first shot already flowing down your chin
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>your hands rushed to catch the rest to no avail
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>a second deluge had already begun, this time not even making it into your mouth
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>she pulled back, allowing you to close your lips and seal in what you managed to catch
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>but she kept cumming
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>streaks of white flew onto your face, forcing your eyes shut
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>all you could sense now was the hot load now coating your body and still stuffing your mouth
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>you tried to swallow, but your throat wouldn’t obey
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>it was too thick, your tongue almost suspended in the viscous cocktail your pony provided
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>but your desire to please her was stronger
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>with difficulty, you managed to gulp down some of what was in your mouth
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>then some more
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>you felt it sinking down your throat
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>as your mouth emptied, you could finally taste it
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>it was unmistakably semen
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>but also unmistakably her
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>more intense than the taste of her cock, more intense than the drop of pre that erased your mind
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>it encouraged you to swallow faster
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>before you knew it, you were licking it off of your lips
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>your hands
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>your arms
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>there was too much, and yet you couldn’t get enough
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>you longed for more of her flavor, but your sealed eyes made the search difficult
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>there was sound above you
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>she was saying something
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>no, just giggling
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>a pair of hooves hauled you onto her back, your soiled face unfortunately pressing into her fur
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>the warmth of her body and the heaviness in your gut reminded you of your fatigue
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>the last things you remembered were the clicking of lights and the sounds of running water
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>you awoke freshly bathed in an oversized and oddly shaped robe, locked in the embrace of your partner
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>it was morning and you had passed out after she came in your mouth
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>and, well, all over the rest of you
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>despite that, you felt her member jutting into your back
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>maybe some other time
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>as you both rose to meet the new day, you exchanged pleasantries and conversation that didn’t quite fit the obscenity of the previous night
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>it seemed one could still be polite despite having a huge dick
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>she asked about your plans for the day as well as the coming evening
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>you gave her noncommittal answers
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>there was a lot to take in, in more ways than one
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>so you left and went about your day, trying to process what you’d done
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>trying
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>even after you woke up, after you brushed your teeth, after you ate
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>you still tasted her
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>you still felt her hoof on your head
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>you still saw her front door and your hand reaching out to knock
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>it was the evening again, and you found yourself back there
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>again
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>you were frozen
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>you remembered the day well enough
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>you’d done all you needed, probably
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>but it felt like a dream
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>someone pressed up against your back and reached for the door from behind you
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>her
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>she didn’t ask why you were here or even acknowledge that you’d arrived unannounced
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>because she knew you were coming
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>she guided you inside and sat you down at a table
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>”I didn’t keep you waiting long, did I?”
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>you shook your head
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>”Good. I had to pick up some things for tonight,” she said, unpacking some items from a saddlebag
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>corked bottles of bubbling liquids, glowing wands, unrecognizable trinkets you could only describe as “magical”
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>”These should help you.”
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>you didn’t ask with what
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>you had a feeling
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>”Let’s get started.”
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