Size doesn't matter


                                            >Be Anon in Equestria.

                                            >The local awesome glorious sex god with a dick so massive, mares cream themselves at the sight of it.

                                            >Well, not really.

                                            >You're just big.

                                            >[spoiler]For them.[/spoiler]

                                            >Them being ponies.

                                            >You see, you ended up in an alternate dimension.

                                            >You knew you should not have messed around with stuffing that microwave full of stuff that'd make it catch on fire and explode for dumb YouTube views.

                                            >Who knew it'd tear a fucking hole in reality and toss you in another dimension?

                                            >Anyway.

                                            >The local populace is ponies. Magical little equines.

                                            >Unicorns, pegasi, the works.

                                            >"Little" being a rather important detail.

                                            >There's quite a lot of variation between pony sizes.

                                            >Stallions are larger than mares, and you've seen some ponies that are quite large, their foreheads almost reaching to your chin.

                                            >Those are few and far between, though.

                                            >The Princesses are one of the few that can almost look you in the eye. Celestia, at least.

                                            >Her subjects, though...

                                            >They're... Compact, let's say.

                                            >Compared to you, at least.

                                            >The average mare is almost three times smaller than an alicorn, which puts them...

                                            >Slightly below your crotch height for their faces.

                                            >They can rub against your hands adorably, but they really have to crane their necks to look you in the face if they're standing close by.

                                            >Which makes the next thing extra weird.

                                            >The magical tiny horses are also sexist.

                                            >Way sexist.

                                            >The males here are apparently all whiny little losers.

                                            >From your point of view, anyway.

                                            >From their point of view, they're just stallions.

                                            >Since there's fewer of them than mares, they're the "weak" gender in Equestria.

                                            >Apparently, that's also the norm for many other species, too.

                                            >...And you're a guy.

                                            >Which leads you to many hilarious situations.

                                            >The mares want to treat you like a weak loser, they really do.

                                            >But when you're four-five times their size/weight, it makes their cute little sexist brains short out.

                                            >Mostly, it's just lewd comments about your legs and stuff.

                                            >Them being longer than most mare's bodies puts you in a legendary position as the longest-legged "stallion", or something.

                                            >However, some of them seem to assume that you're just going to let a mare do whatever she wants to you.

                                            >Because you're a "weak, sensitive stallion".

                                            >Despite the fact that you can literally pick up a bunch of these mares and freaking juggle them.

                                            >Especially pegasi. They're very light, for some reason.

                                            >That led to one such situation.

                                            >A mare bit your hand and tried to drag you away to an alley for "some fun, you lewd pervert, wearing socks in front of mares, you're just asking for it"

                                            >You just looked at her for a minute, standing there with no effort as she futilely kept tugging at you in confusion.

                                            >Was she retarded? Should you call her tard wrangler?

                                            >No one was around, though.

                                            >Two more mares burst from the alley, berating her for not being able to "show some dumb colt his place."

                                            >You started laughing your ass off at that point.

                                            >All three were trying to drag you away.

                                            >Even with their magic, it wasn't working very well.

                                            >You then proceeded to grab them by whatever body part was closest, and toss them into the air one by one.

                                            >Their screams gathered some attention, and soon enough, more tiny mares, this time wearing golden armor, were there.

                                            >You explained the situation (while still juggling the mares)

                                            >The guards all laughed their asses off, and cuffed the would-be rapist mares.

                                            >Once you put them down, that is.

                                            >Turned out, yes, they were entirely serious about dragging you away and raping you.

                                            >...Despite the fact they probably couldn't even fit your dick inside them.

                                            >Yeah, it looked like the average mare's brain was 90% sexism and 10% actual thought processes.

                                            >There were some newspaper articles about you then.

                                            >"The Giant Stallion", "The Sexy (but unreachable) Giant", and "Long-legs alien stallion" were some headlines.

                                            >Things calmed down after that.

                                            >You still saw some mares staring longingly at you now and then, but after you demonstrated your ability to effortlessly "marehandle" even the biggest of them, none of them tried any more >rape.

                                            >Ponies mostly treated you as an exotic traveler.

                                            >Which was fine.

                                            >Still, it wasn't the end of it.

                                            >You were still an exotic male, in a land where males, of any kind, were badly wanted.

                                            >And there are things like "size queens", after all.

                                            >Then there was also the issue of your voice.

                                            >Compared to the ponies, your voice was quite low.

                                            >Again, size difference.

                                            >It made it sound like you had a hyper-masculine voice, which was the equivalent of a gentle, suave super-sexy female voice on Earth.

                                            >Still you, were an intimidating giant.

                                            >And so, mares still hit on you, though a fair bit more respectfully.

                                            >Or fearfully.

                                            >They clearly wanted you, but it was pretty obvious that they were intimidated by the possibilities.

                                            >"So, uh... You're a big guy, so... How big... Um, how big is your... Uhmm, nevermind, I really shouldn't be asking a colt that..."

                                            >Yeah.

                                            >You're pretty sure you're average size. Or maybe an inch or so above average.

                                            >Which means you're massive to the little ponies.

                                            >You shrug, showing the length from your downwards-extended thumb to your forefinger.

                                            "About that long."

                                            >"Oh, uh, wow... I'm not a small mare, but.. Well, I don't think I could... Uh, let me buy you another drink...?"

                                            >And so it went.

                                            >You didn't really mind it.

                                            >On Earth, it would have been rude, to say the least.

                                            >But here, with the size differences, it was a reasonable question.

                                            >What would be the point of bringing a "super-sexy long-legged absolute alien stud" home if you couldn't even fit his dick inside you?

                                            >And, once again, so it went.

                                            >Mares tried hitting you up, but would chicken out before they got anywhere.

                                            >Rumors started flying that you had a dick bigger than your arm. That didn't help.

                                            >Still, eventually, some mare or other was going to say "screw it, we'll figure something out.".

                                            >Which was exactly what happened.

                                            >You were chilling out in a bar one day, sitting on one of the tiny pony-sized stools.

                                            >The bartender loved you, since you could put down a whole load of drinks (pony-sized ones), and not get drunk or cause trouble.

                                            >It was a nice place.

                                            >Calm atmosphere, lots of cute ponies to pony-watch.

                                            >Most mares assumed you were checking them out, but really, you were just appreciating their cuteness.

                                            >They thought they were sexy, puffing out their chest tufts and winking at you.

                                            >You just found them adorable. Silly sexist little fluffballs.

                                            >Then again, they did have the right curves in all the right places, and after months of solitude, you were getting more interested in actually bedding one.

                                            >If you could work through the whole size thing, that is.

                                            >What's this?

                                            >Looks like some mare decided to enter the ring.

                                            >A coal-black pegasus approaches you, her mane a pale blue.

                                            >"Hey there, hotstuff. I've been coming here for a while, and whenever I see you, you're either alone, or a mare is running away from you in embarrassment. Mind if I keep you company for the evening?"

                                            "No, go ahead. I don't mind at all."

                                            >"Wonderful. I'm not going to tell you that a colt shouldn't spend time alone, since I heard what happened to the other mares that tried to take advantage of you. Still, doesn't it get lonely?"

                                            "It does, actually. I've been overwhelmed at first, just trying to adapt to living in another dimension. But after a while, common concerns started coming back. Concerns like "I lost everyone and everything I ever knew." So yeah. You could say I'm lonely."

                                            >"Oh, uh..."

                                            >That stumps her a little.

                                            >"Okay, I'll be honest with you. I came here to offer you... Companionship, and, uhhh... A... Warm bed for the evening. I don't... I didn't expect such heavy stuff. I'm sorry, you must be crushed. Do you... Want a hug, or something?"

                                            >Well, would you look at that.

                                            >She's actually quite nice and empathetic, by local standards.

                                            "You know what? Yes, I actually would. Please."

                                            >She nods, clambering on the bar stool and standing on her hind legs.

                                            >You sigh, grabbing her and shoving your face into her chest.

                                            >She gasps, squirming a little.

                                            >You stay there for a few minutes. At least.

                                            >Probably more.

                                            >Her chest fluff is nice and amazingly soft.

                                            >Long, too.

                                            >You shudder a little as you think about all your friends and relatives.

                                            >Sure, they were mostly assholes, but they were your assholes.

                                            >She awkwardly runs her hooves through your hair, hugging your head with her wings.

                                            >It's really nice.

                                            >Slowly, you run your hands along her body, dragging your fingernails through her coat.

                                            >She gasps again, squirming a little harder.

                                            >Though she starts muttering, too, and it doesn't sound like she wants you to stop.

                                            >"Oh yeah, you sexy beast, right there..."

                                            >You snort, running your hands in between where her wings connect to her body.

                                            >She does her best not to flinch.

                                            >You scratch the spot, knowing that it's an eternally itchy place for pegasi.

                                            >(You were able to pick up some things here and there from the time you spent in Equestria.)

                                            >She whines, her hindlegs kicking a little in pleasure.

                                            >You spend a few more minutes squishing her against yourself before setting her down.

                                            >She's a little red-faced, and seems to have trouble keeping her wings down.

                                            "Sorry," You chuckle. "But thanks. I needed that."

                                            >"You- You're welcome," She says with a dopey smile.

                                            >You wait for a minute for her to compose herself.

                                            >Once she does, she immediately waves to the bartender to get you a drink, tossing a coin on the counter.

                                            "Trying to get me drunk won't work," You say with a smile.

                                            >"Not even trying that. I saw the kind of stuff you can put down. I'm not stupid," She replies, eyeing the half-dozen empty mugs you acquired so far.

                                            >You chuckle again, taking the drink from the barmare.

                                            >Both of you sit there, enjoying your drinks for a while.

                                            >Eventually, she speaks.

                                            >"So, uh... Should I... Should I go? I'm not the kind of mare to take advantage of a colt when he's hurting," She says, looking away with her ears folded.

                                            >My goodness, how honest.

                                            >You think you like this mare.

                                            "No, actually. Having someone this cute to fall asleep next to, and then wake up next to, would do wonderful things for my mental state, I think," You reply.

                                            >"Really?" She looks back at you cautiously, studying your face.

                                            >Ponies always have trouble trying to figure out your emotional state, since your ears and other things that ponies have don't move.

                                            "Yup. I'm not averse to having some "fun" before we go to sleep, either. Just, you know... You know that I'm, what, three times your size?"

                                            >She snorts into her drink.

                                            >"Yeah, colt, I'm not blind. But hey, where there's a will, there's a way. Even if you can't fit yourself inside me, well... I'm sure I can think of something. If you really come with me, I'm not going to leave you hanging, that's a promise."

                                            "Oh yeah. I like *that* atittude," You say, which makes her chest puff up in pride.

                                            >"Hay yeah, those other mares just lack imagination. Bunch of sissies. I'll make you feel good, colt, even if I have to use my entire body to rub you off."

                                            >You laugh at the bravado from the small pony.

                                            "You know what? Alright then. Let's finish our drinks and be off."

                                            >She pumps her hoof in the air with a glint in her eye as she guzzles her beer.

                                            >You finish the drink quickly as well, waving to the barmare.

                                            >She gives you a dramatically raised eyebrow and a wink.

                                            >You smile, winking at her as well.

                                            >The pegasus walking beside you looks proud as hell, her chest puffed out and her wings fluffed.

                                            >It really looks comical when she's so small.

                                            >Other mares don't seem to think so.

                                            >A few let out wolf whistles, encouraging her.

                                            >One mare does a salute, which quickly catches on.

                                            >Soon enough, half the bar is saluting the mare, with faux-solemn expressions.

                                            >"Good luck, soldier. Even if you survive, you'll never be the same," One onlooker says.

                                            >That breaks the floodgates, everyone in the bar bursting out laughing, hooting, hollering and cheering on the pegasus.

                                            >You laugh as well. That was funny.

                                            >Still chuckling, both of you exit the bar.

                                            >You look around, waiting for the mare.

                                            "Where to?"

                                            >"Oh, right. You know, usually I might be able to fly a colt to my place, but... Well, I guess we're hoofing it. This way."

                                            >You move out, neither one of you speaking.

                                            >A few minutes later, though, you ask her something.

                                            "So, I never caught your name?"

                                            >"Oh, crap. Sorry. Uh, I'm Night Watch. Just, I heard your name already, so.. Sorry. Slipped my mind."

                                            "It's fine. So, Night Watch? Guard of some kind?"

                                            >"Ehhhh, nah. Far too uptight for me. Private security. Bouncer for a nightclub, other gigs now and then."

                                            "Alright. So, what made you approach me? And then stick with it?"

                                            >"Oh, well... With my work hours, it's pretty hard to find a stallion... Sure, most herds would happily take me in, but that's only because I would bring in money but never get to so much as see any dick. No thanks."

                                            "Heh. I'm the last choice, then?"

                                            >"No, no! I mean- You're great and I'm sure you're a nice colt-"

                                            "Shush, shush, calm down. I'm just teasing you."

                                            >"Okay..." She says, but goes quiet after that.

                                            "Awwww, come on, don't be that way. I loved your previous approach. It's so rare to meet a girl that's honest and direct."

                                            >"Really?!"

                                            "Yes, really. So, please, be as honest and blunt as you can. I absolutely love it."

                                            >"If you're sure... So, uh... Well, like I said, I've been coming to that place for some time, and even though you're a massive sexy beast, I never really thought about you as a possibility, you know? "Way out of my league", I kept thinking. As I kept seeing all those mares chicken out, though..."

                                            "You thought you'd give it a shot? Even though I could crush you like a grape if I sat down on you by accident?"

                                            >"Unf," she mutters, her eyes glazing over.

                                            >It takes her a minute to compose herself.

                                            >Blushing, she shakes her head.

                                            >"Y-yeah, that's exactly what I thought. Heh heh."

                                            "Nice."

                                            >She looks at you in disbelief, but there's a smile on her face.

                                            >"Yeah, so.. You know, I figured, what's the worst that could happen? And, well..."

                                            "I'm sure we'll manage something," You smile, wiggling your fingers at her.

                                            >She looks on curiously at your hands, though she clearly doesn't comprehend what you're implying.

                                            >You make a circle with one hand and start moving your index finger back and forth through it.

                                            >It still takes her a minute to get it.

                                            >"Oh... Oh! Oh my," She blushes, looking away.

                                            >However, you see her staring at your hands the entire way from the corner of her eyes from then on out.

                                            >"So, those look pretty soft," She eventually says. "You don't really have claws, do you? Or are they hidden somewhere in your... Paws?"

                                            "Hands. They're called hands. And no, I don't have claws. Just soft little nails. The worst I can do with those is give you an amazing ear scratch," You explain, bending down and performing said action.

                                            >She freezes in place, one foreleg raised, her eyes wide.

                                            >Slowly, she neighs quietly, almost letting out a purr as you scratch at the base of her ears.

                                            "Like them?"

                                            >"They're amazing," She breathes as you move your hands away and the two of you continue on.

                                            >Soon enough, you reach an apartment building.

                                            >"So, here we are. Let's get up."

                                            >You climb the stairs, bending over so you don't smack your head against the ceiling.

                                            >Reaching her door, you come in, looking around.

                                            >Pretty standard bachelor pad. Not terribly messy, which is nice.

                                            >"So, uh, do you want to do something first or..."

                                            "Nah. Let's just go right to the bedroom. I have a feeling that we're going to spend loads of time figuring things out in there anyway."

                                            >"Awesome."

                                            >She leads the way, moving her tail aside and winking at you.

                                            >From both ends.

                                            >It's an interesting sight.

                                            >Her pussy looks fascinating. Thick lovely black lips, well defined, and inviting.

                                            >Still small though.

                                            >You examine her openly as she looks at you, apparently pleased at where you're looking.

                                            >She reaches back with her wings to grab her butt, spreading herself open and showing off her pink insides, winking at you again.

                                            "Huh. Neat trick."

                                            >"You like that, hmm?"

                                            "Oh yeah. That's hot," You reply, your dick growing rapidly in your pants.

                                            >She smiles wide, a victorious expression on her face.

                                            >"Buck yeah, pegasi rule," She says, opening a door and going towards a bed.

                                            >You smile as you begin to undress.

                                            >She climbs halfway on the bed, her forelegs on the bed while her backside is hanging off the edge.

                                            >It's a relatively big bed, for a pony. For you, it's still way too small.

                                            >She watches you like a hawk as you take your shirt off and unzip your pants.

                                            >"Wait, you have teats? Are you a mare?"

                                            >You snort.

                                            "No, they're vestigial. I'm a guy. See for yourself," You explain, dropping your pants.

                                            >She stares at the bulge in your underpants, drooling a little.

                                            >You step out of your pants, sliding your boxers off.

                                            >"Oh, wow..."

                                            "What do you think?"

                                            >"Is that... As big as you get...?"

                                            "Almost. I'm almost at what I'd call "rock hard."

                                            >"A-almost... Well, uhhmmm..." Her tail twitches, covering her marehood instinctively, though she immediately moves it away again. "Well... One way to find out, right? Come on then, big guy. Come give me the stretching of a lifetime."

                                            "Yeah... Alright. Give me a minute, alright?"

                                            >"Okay...?"

                                            >You approach the bed with the nervous mare, putting your hands on her flanks, squeezing her hard.

                                            >She gasps, her pussy squishing.

                                            >You then grab her hindhooves, gently running your hands from the bottom of her legs to her flanks, then her back, past her wings, then her slender neck, eventually landing on her ears.

                                            >She's shivering, breathing deeply.

                                            "Shhhh.... I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," You whisper in her ear, giving it the gentlest of nibbles.

                                            >She blushes, her ears folding.

                                            >"I-I'm a mare, I can take it... I'm the one who's supposed to be gentle..."

                                            "You know you most likely can't. Come on now, like I said before. Be honest. None of this false bravado. I'll be gentle, alright?"

                                            >She nods silently, looking at you gratefully.

                                            >You run your hands to her flanks again, squeezing them again.

                                            >Sitting down on the ground, you bend over, giving those black mare lips a kiss.

                                            >She gasps, a drop of arousal running down her thighs.

                                            >You collect it with a finger, smearing it back on her lips.

                                            >She whines a little as you bring both of your hands there, massaging the outside of her marehood for a minute.

                                            >Up and down, you knead those warm, inviting lips, watching her clit peek out now and then.

                                            >Once she's panting and truly soaked, you get on your knees, lining up your dick.

                                            "Here goes," You say quietly. "Relax as much as you can."

                                            >She nods, biting the blanket.

                                            >You peel your foreskin just a bit, poking her with your tip, applying pressure.

                                            >Ever so slowly, you start to lean forward.

                                            >Her folds move aside, pushed apart by your hard length.

                                            >Your head pushes inside her, spreading her quite wide already. She whines a bit as you keep going, pressing into her.

                                            >There's some serious pressure on your dick already.

                                            >You immediately meet even more resistance as soon as you try pushing in the rest of your shaft, the wider part getting crushed even more.

                                            >You wait a bit before trying again, slowly moving back and forth with just your tip inside her.

                                            >She pants, having let go of the blanket, looking at you with lidded eyes.

                                            >"Go... Go on," She mutters. "Try again. Do it. Ruin me, you massive sex beast."

                                            >You shake your head, the dirty talk only serving to make you harder.

                                            >With a sigh, you push in again, pressing your weight against her, pressing her into the bed.

                                            >It's a very slow process, but bit by bit, you slowly push into her, forcing her marehood to accomodate you.

                                            >She lets out a long groan at being invaded so thoroughly.

                                            >You're forced to stop again halfway, panting from the effort.

                                            "Night Watch, I appreciate the effort, but... I don't think this is going to work. You're amazingly warm, and smooth and lovely, but you're almost crushing my dick like a vice here. I don't think this really feels good for either one of us... Does it?"

                                            >"H-half pleasure, half pain," She gasps out. "More pain if you start actually rutting me, I think. I could- I could- Oh, who am I kidding," She laughs a breathily. "No mare is deep enough for this. Well, maybe some big ones, there are some hefty mares out there."

                                            >With that, you pull out, sighing in relief at no longer getting crushed.

                                            >She looks at your dick forlornly for a moment before her expression gets determined.

                                            >"Well, I'm a mare of my word. It's a mare's job to make a stallion feel good, and by Celestia, I'm going to do it. Come here," She exclaims, starting to shift on the bed.

                                            >You stop her, holding her down with a hand.

                                            "Hold on a minute. Before we do whatever it is you're planning to do, can I play with your marehood a little?"

                                            >"You... What? But.. Huh? Stallions don't..."

                                            "I'm not a stallion. May I?'

                                            >"You... You really want to?"

                                            "Why is that so strange?"

                                            >"W-well, mares love playing with stallion's balls, but they're really not interested in the opposite..."

                                            "Huh. Alright then," You shrug, reaching out towards her.

                                            >She gasps as you start rubbing her again, more firmly this time.

                                            >Slowly, you insert a finger into her. There's almost no resistance due to how wet she is.

                                            >She clamps down reflexively at first, but relaxes almost immediately, using her muscles to pull you in deeper.

                                            >You oblige her, still rubbing her lips with one hand while fingering her with the other.

                                            >From the way she starts panting, you can tell that she's clearly enjoying your ministrations.

                                            >You take your time, exploring every part of her, both inside and out, feeling out the texture.

                                            >She's both firm and smooth, and magnificently warm inside.

                                            >You wish you could experience that with your dick, but oh well.

                                            >"You know, if you keep going like that, I'm going to... Ah, to..."

                                            "That's the idea," You reply, continuing the fingering.

                                            >"Mmmmmmmph...."

                                            >She arches her back, winking on your fingers.

                                            >You smile, enjoying your ability to make her feel so good.

                                            >It still takes a good couple more minutes of rubbing until she starts shivering, letting out a moan as she clamps down on your fingers.

                                            >Juices splash your hands as she finishes, though you keep rubbing to prolong her pleasure.

                                            >"Ah.. haaaaah... That's, that's enough, haaaa," She breathes.

                                            >You oblige as you pull your fingers out of her.

                                            >Curiously, you examine your hands.

                                            >She takes a minute to catch her breath, her eyes glimmering.

                                            >As she watches you, you raise one finger, licking it slowly.

                                            "Hmmm... Not bad."

                                            >Her eyes go wide as dinner plates as you demonstratively lick another finger.

                                            "Kind of tasty, actually."

                                            >She coughs in surprise.

                                            >"Okay, I have no idea how no other mare snatched you up yet, but I'm not letting you go."

                                            "None of them had the guts to get this far," You snort.

                                            >"Their loss. Now then..." She trails off, staring hungrily at your dick.

                                            >Naturally, you're rock hard from making her cum so hard.

                                            >"My turn," She concludes, getting on the bed and gesturing you over. "Come here."

                                            >She lies down on her back, wings spread to her sides.

                                            "Okay, how do you want to...?"

                                            >"Here. Closer, come on," She says, gesturing to her chest.

                                            >You shrug, moving where she indicated. Reaching out with her forelegs, she brings you down, making you deposit your dick and balls in her chest fluff.

                                            >You breathe in sharply. Wow.

                                            >It tickles a bit, but it's also amazingly soft.

                                            >"Yeah, you like that, big guy?" She asks, trapping your member against her chest with both forelegs, rubbing it up and down. "You like my marely, thick chest tuft on your cock, do you?"

                                            "It's - it's pretty amazing," You agree, losing control of your muscles and sitting down on her chest fully.

                                            >She gasps a bit from the weight, but keeps going, despite her voice getting strained.

                                            >"That's right, colts love a mare with a good tuft, mmmmph," She keeps going, using her fetlocks to rub your shaft, eyeing your dick.

                                            >Moments later, she bends forward a tiny bit, popping your tip in her mouth, circling it with her tongue.

                                            >You give a tiny thrust in surprise, making her eyes go wide.

                                            "Sorry, I-"

                                            >"No! Nononono, that was awesome. That's hot. You like it, do you? I'm making you feel good, right?"

                                            "Pretty- pretty damn good, yeah," you breathe out.

                                            >"Keep going, then. Go on, you absolute stud of a stallion, hump away. Hump at my mouth, rub your balls in my fluff so much, it'll smell like you for a WEEK. I'm going to walk down the street, and every mare around is going to be able to smell that I got it on with the biggest stallion in town. Come on, make yourself feel good with my body. Hump yourself til you moan," She eggs you on.

                                            >The dirty talk is certainly encouraging.

                                            >You raise your weight off her a little with your legs, using your arms to brace yourself against the wall.

                                            >She keeps your dick pressed tightly against her with her forelegs, which allows you to just start humping, as she told you to.

                                            >Your balls are getting stimulation as well as your dick, her fluff rubbing all over.

                                            >It's a bit odd, but still very pleasurable.

                                            >With each thrust, your tip pops into her mouth, and she takes the opportunity to give it a lick.

                                            >You keep going like that, keeping up a steady pace, precum dripping from your shaft now and then, Night Watch licking it up immediately.

                                            >She shifts her forelegs a little now and then, making sure to squeeze and cover as much surface area of your dick as she possibly can.

                                            >Briefly, you stop, letting her circle your cockhead with her tongue furiously, before humping away again.

                                            >The pleasure is building up, and you feel yourself twitch now and then.

                                            >It's amazingly good, but you still remember your good manners.

                                            "I'm- I'm getting close," you warn her, pulling back a little bit. "Uh, where..."

                                            >"Inside me, every drop," She says in a surprisingly stern and commanding tone of voice.

                                            "Wha, how..."

                                            >"My mouth, silly. Jam it in there when you finish and let me enjoy the treat. You'll let me, won't you? I've been a good girl, right?"

                                            >Huh?

                                            >That's the complete opposite of what you expected her to say.

                                            >You guess mares are really into different things around here.

                                            "Well, if you're sure."

                                            >"Yessssssss," She groans. "Yes, bucking yes, you stud, fill me, let me feel you twitch against me, let me taste you, let me heft your balls as you empty them into me, let me feel your cum gurgle in my stomach, mmmpppphhhhh...."

                                            >She goes quiet as you thrust into her mouth again.

                                            >Guess she really wants this.

                                            >Well, who are you to deny her?

                                            >Damn, she knows her dirty talk.

                                            >You start thrusting faster and faster, her eyes glimmering in anticipation.

                                            >She rubs your back with her tail, encouraging you.

                                            >You really can't hold on much longer.

                                            >Half a dozen more thrusts against her fluff, you do as she told you and jam your head into her mouth, Night Watch wrapping her soft pony lips around it eagerly.

                                            >You erupt as she watches your dick like a hawk, holding it down firmly with one hoof as she snakes the second one towards your balls.

                                            >As promised, she hefts them, caressing your ballsack lovingly as you empty yourself inside her.

                                            >One, two, three, four, five...

                                            >She gulps down every load the second it leaves your dick, licking you eagerly for more.

                                            >Eventually, you stop, but she keeps going, pumping your shaft slowly as the last dribbles drip into her mouth.

                                            >After a good minute of that, she finally relents, letting go of your dick and balls, a pleased sigh escaping her.

                                            >"Buck... Yes..."

                                            >You sit down on the bed, panting from the intense experience.

                                            "Hooo. Wow."

                                            >"Was it... Good for you?"

                                            "...Do you seriously need to ask that?"

                                            >"Just making sure," She smiles bashfully.

                                            "It was great," You reassure her, lying down next to her and gently rubbing her neck.

                                            >She smiles happily, though her eyes are drawn towards your crotch.

                                            "Hmm? See something you like?"

                                            >"W-well, when I lifted your balls, they were very impressive, and I just, umm..."

                                            "Go on? Is there something you want to do? What was it that you said about mares and balls before?"

                                            >"Could I, well, play with your balls a little? Please?"

                                            "I guess?"

                                            >You shrug, lying down straighter and spreading your legs a little.

                                            >She looks at you in disbelief, moving slowly.

                                            "Oh, go on. I don't bite. Just be gentle."

                                            >"Of course!" She confirms eagerly putting her forelegs on your thigh as she stares at your ballsack.

                                            >"Sweet Celestia, what size even is that... unf..." She mutters as she slowly, reverently lifts your balls with her hooves.

                                            >She kneads them gently, licking her lips, slowly inching her muzzle closer.

                                            >"You really don't mind?"

                                            "Why would I? This feels really nice, actually. Go on."

                                            >"Could I even... Motorboat them? Maybe?"

                                            "Wha- whahahahah, what?"

                                            >You bust out laughing.

                                            "Is that for real? No way is that for real. You're pulling my leg. Do ponies actually do that?"

                                            >"Yes...?" She confirms, slightly embarrassed. "Well, stallions think it's really rude and disrespectful, so they don't really get to..."

                                            "I think it's hilarious. Go for it."

                                            And that was how your balls got motorboated by a cute pegasus.


                                            >You were shaking with suppressed laughter the entire time she was doing it.

                                            >Not just because of how ridiculous it was, but also because it tickled.

                                            >Mostly because of the hilarity of the situation, though.

                                            >Mares really like balls, apparently.

                                            >Now that you think about it, it's pretty nice.

                                            >It's nice to have your assets appreciated instead of judged for once.

                                            >Night Watch appreciates them thoroughly, once she's done having fun motorboating them.

                                            >You don't think you'll ever find it not silly, but hey, whatever floats her boat.

                                            >After she's through, she just hefts them with both forelegs, staring at your ballsack with unabashed wonder.

                                            >"So heavy..." She mutters, bringing her muzzle closer again.

                                            >Her eyes dart towards your face, hesitating a moment.

                                            >You snort and pet her, indicating your approval.

                                            >She smiles widely, getting to work again.

                                            >Ever so slowly, she carefully kneads your balls, making sure to only apply the lightest pressure.

                                            >With her mouth, she nibbles on your ballsack, licking and tugging on the skin, running her tongue across your balls.

                                            >Every now and then, she sticks her muzzle under your balls, licking your taint as she lifts your ballsack with her muzzle, enjoying her arabian goggles.

                                            >Not only does this go on for quite a while, but obviously it feels pretty damn good, too.

                                            >Far as foreplay goes, this is the best one in your entire life, hands down.

                                            >Not that she seems to think of this as foreplay.

                                            >She's lost in her own little world, sighing happily.

                                            >Which is why she seems highly surprised when your shaft, fully extended and hard again, flops on top of her head.

                                            >"Huh?"

                                            >She stares at it for a bit, clearly not understanding.

                                            >"Wait, you're hard again?"

                                            "Well yeah. Why is that such a surprise, given what you were doing just now?"

                                            >"Uh, stallions don't - okay, this is mostly hearsay from what other mares told me, but they all say that it's damn hard to turn a stallion on. Outright impossible if they're being catty. And if mares want to go for several rounds, they start complaining that mares are needy and sex-crazed."

                                            "Ha. Well, I'm not catty, nor a stallion. And I have needs, too. Pretty damn sure even the so-called "stallions" have needs aplenty, they're just being whiny and using sex as a bargaining tool. Just like the girls back home."

                                            >"Oh, WOW. I'd pay money to see the expression on a stallion's face when he'd hear you say THAT. Ha! I mean, mares *know* that stallions have needs, but they all act like they don't and that sex is some kind of bother- wait. The GIRLS back home?"

                                            >You snort.

                                            "Yeah. I'm an alien, remember? Things work quite differently where I'm from. That's a long story, though. We could probably spend weeks talking about all the ways my dimension is different from yours."

                                            >"Right, right. There are harder, mmmmmf, bigger things to focus on right here and now..."

                                            >She sighs on your shaft, bringing her muzzle to it and hooking her forelegs over it again.

                                            >Shifting forward a little, she sits down between your legs, pressing your dick against her chest fluff again, stroking up and down with both forelegs.

                                            >"So, playing with your balls turns you on, does it?"

                                            "Pretty sure it would turn on most guys. Heh, maybe not the motorboating, that was just funny. But the rest of it was really, really good. You're a natural."

                                            >"Thanks. That's... good to know," She says, her ears folding in embarrassment at the mention of the motorboating. "Sorry if this is a bit... Repetitive. I haven't really... Thought up anything else yet," She breathes, panting a little as she pumps your shaft with a small, apologetic smile.

                                            "That's fine. Really, if you're tired, you can take a break," You say, reaching out to cup her cheek, caressing her.

                                            >"Whaaaa, no way. You already did almost all of the work both times. Come on, big guy, just let me do this. A mare's gotta know how to make a stallion feel good, I'll feel like and embarrassment otherwise," She argues, giving you puppy-dog eyes while she hugs your dick to her chest.

                                            "Fine. But I'm laying you down and sticking my fingers inside you afterwards, and there's nothing you can do about it."

                                            >"...I can live with that," She smiles, cracking a lecherous grin.

                                            >The room goes silent for a few minutes as Night Watch keeps jacking you off, her expression a mix of pleasure and wonder.

                                            >As she watches your dick bobbing right in front of her muzzle, she gets thoughtful.

                                            >Opening her mouth wide, she goes down, taking the glans inside, locking it in place as it slips behind her teeth.

                                            >She starts suckling on on rhythmically, adding another level of stimulation.

                                            >You sigh in pleasure as she carefully watches your expression, satisfied with the results.

                                            >As she keeps sucking on your glans and rubbing your shaft, she extends her wings, reaching for your dick as well.

                                            >Trading forelegs for wings, she cradles your ballsack with her hooves again.

                                            >The feeling of her wings on your shaft is unlike anything you've ever felt before.

                                            >She's still able to press your shaft against her chest and stroke you, though her wings are able to exert far less pressure than her forelegs.

                                            >Her feathers cover more surface area though, tickling you a little.

                                            >It's definitely a fascinatingly new and exotic experience.

                                            >Arousing as well, needless to say.

                                            >You pet her mane, expressing your approval of her creativity.

                                            >She huffs happily, giving a particularly hard suck, making your dick twitch and drip precum into her throat.

                                            >Though you finished once already, you feel yourself reaching your peak again.

                                            >It's been a while since you took care of things, and the stimulation on every part of your equipment is really pleasurable.

                                            >Doesn't hurt that Night Watch is pretty hot, either.

                                            >Curvy, decently muscular, and you honestly love her coal-black coat.

                                            >In the darkness of the bedroom, she's almost invisible, save for her glimmering blue eyes and pale mane.

                                            >Some ponies' coats and manes are almost eye-rending neon colors, which is kind of a turn off for you. Something in the lower parts of your brain doesn't accept them as potential sex partners. They just look unnatural, you suppose.

                                            >Not that you couldn't find them attractive, especially if they're pleasant to be with.

                                            >It'd just be harder.

                                            >Night Watch, though?

                                            >Unf.

                                            >Even if she has a bunch of extra limbs.

                                            >More unf to go around.

                                            >You sigh in pleasure, gently running your fingertips across her cute little muzzle.

                                            "I'm close," you warn her as your dick twitches against her wings again.

                                            >She lids her eyes, increasing the speed of her stroking as much as she can.

                                            >You bite your lip as some of the feathers run across your belly, tickling you.

                                            >It doesn't take long.

                                            >Less than a minute, and the pleasure reaches it's peak.

                                            >With a groan, you grab her head with both hands, holding her tight as you unload into her throat.

                                            >Just like before, she drinks it all up, eager as ever.

                                            >And just the the previous time, she stays there, still slowly stroking your shaft with her wings and suckling gently as you enjoy your afterglow.

                                            >Eventually, she carefully pulls off you with a pop, making sure not to drag her teeth across your sensitive head.

                                            >Aww. You think you really like this birdhorse.

                                            >Time to show your appreciation.

                                            >As she pants, trying to catch her breath, you reach out and lift her effortlessly.

                                            >Her eyes go a little wide.

                                            >"You really can just toss mares around like it's nothing, huh," She mutters.

                                            "Pegasi especially. You're extra light, for some reason," You confirm.

                                            >"Really got me at yourt mercy, huh... "

                                            "Oh yes. Oh, the things I'm going to do to you..." You mutter in her ear as you turn her around, laying her down with her back on your chest, her head right under your chin.

                                            >You nose against her mane a little, nibbling on her ears.

                                            >She squirms a tiny bit, but doesn't fight it.

                                            >"L-like what?" She asks with some trepidation, though she's obviously highly excited, too. "Are you going to squeeze me against your chest? C-crush my head between those, mmmmf, thighs?"

                                            "...You're actually excited by the prospect of getting squeezed, aren't you?"

                                            >"...Maybe."

                                            "Heh. Maybe later. Catch your breath a little while I do... This," You tell her, reaching out for her cute, fluffy, unprotected belly.

                                            >She gasps a little as you run your nails through her coat, putting your palm on her belly afterwards and start to rub.

                                            >"H-heeeey, what are you... Come on, I'm not some... Mmmm, kitten, for you to... Stooooop..." She wiggles a little, fruitlessly trying to get away.

                                            >You grin the most shit-eating grin you ever grinned.

                                            "Nope. Going to give you the bellyrub of a lifetime. And there's nothing you can do to stop me. Cute little kitten."

                                            >"Nooooooooooooo....." She trails off as her eyes cross a little, stopping her squirming entirely.

                                            "Yup, you're enjoying this a whole lot, aren't you?"

                                            >She decides to remain quiet, though she scrunches her muzzle as she glances at you.

                                            >Her cute display just makes you rub her soft belly even more.

                                            >She huffs softly, but doesn't resist.

                                            >You're pretty sure she'd be blushing like a beetroot, but her black coat likely saves her from the embarrassment.

                                            >While your right hand is busy with that, you use your left to pet her, running your fingers through her mane and tweaking her ears.

                                            >A minute later, she's completely blissed out, her eyes lidded and her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth.

                                            >Looks like you pet her into submission.

                                            >Nice.

                                            >You'd be happy to keep going like that, but you did promise something, and you are a man of your word.

                                            >Slowly, your belly-rubbing hand starts trailing lower and lower.

                                            >Her teats are the first to fall victim to it as you rub and gently tweak them.

                                            >This wakes her from her stupor, Night Watch squeaking and whinnying quietly, covering her eyes in embarrassment as you play with her tiny teats.

                                            >Once you have your fun, you trail lower, to her lower lips.

                                            >Predictably, they're soaked, likely both from sucking you off and the situation she finds herself in now.

                                            >Gently, you part her folds as you slowly insert your middle finger into her, using the other fingers to press on her marehood.

                                            >Her breathing gets faster again, her clit winking as you get the finger in up to the second knuckle.

                                            >You keep wiggling your finger the entire time, feeling out her lovely insides and looking for any special spots.

                                            >You lower your other hand there as well, using your fingers to move her lips aside and expose her clit.

                                            >You press on it with your thumb, ever so gently.

                                            >"MMMMMmmmmmhhhhhhhhhh...."

                                            >A few minutes of prodding and exploration later, she bucks involuntarily, letting out a neigh.

                                            >A splash of juices lands on your chest.

                                            >Jackpot.

                                            >You press harder into the spot that garnered the reaction, though you make sure not to overdo it.

                                            >Don't want to hurt her.

                                            >"Ah! Ahhhhhh...."

                                            >You watch her reactions carefully, trying to make her feel good without ending it too soon.

                                            >Her hind legs buck and wiggle in the air as she presses her forelegs against her chest.

                                            >"Please, harder, just a little more..."

                                            "Aww, but I want you to feel good a little longer..."

                                            >"I can't- I can't- AAAAHHH!"

                                            >She clamps down on your finger as she cums, hard.

                                            >You do your best to keep rubbing that spot, though it's not an easy task.

                                            >Her vaginal muscles are crazy strong, trapping your finger firmly inside her as she cums around it.

                                            >You use your free arm to start rubbing her belly again, feeling the tense muscles there relax and contract.

                                            >Panting, she slowly relaxes, all of her limbs going limp, her wings completely splayed out to either side of her.

                                            >You keep your finger inside her for a minute more before pulling out, making her twitch a little.

                                            >You look down at the fruits of your labor as she basks in the afterglow.

                                            >Her feathers are messy and misaligned from that wingjob she gave you.

                                            >Her tail and nethers are soaked with her arousal.

                                            >The rest of her is actually fairly neat, though the fluff on her chest could probably use a brushing. And a washing.

                                            >Lots and lots of dick and balls got rubbed into it this evening.

                                            >All in all, she looks thoroughly satisfied.

                                            >Mission accomplished, looks like.

                                            >Eventually, she rolls over, a satisfied smile on her face.

                                            >"Mmmmm... Looks like approaching you tonight was the right decision, damn... You total *stud*..."

                                            "I'll aggree with that. I had lots of fun. You cute little pony."

                                            >She rolls her eyes a little.

                                            >"I'm not cute, I'm a tough, average-sized, marely mare. You're just a freaky giant from some crazy dimension of sexy giants."

                                            "Not the worst way to describe the place I'm from, I guess," You muse, running your hands across her entire body.

                                            >She sighs, leaning in to you.

                                            >"I really shouldn't be enjoying you outright... Petting me this much," She grumbles.

                                            "Awwww... But I really like petting you," You say with a grin. "Aren't mares supposed to keep stallions happy?"

                                            >"Ffff.... Fine. Just because you like doing it so much. No other reason."

                                            "Sure. Not like you enjoy my fingers running through your coat, scratching the spots you can't reach, massaging you in ways hooves cannot..."

                                            >"Yup. Totally. Uh huh. Just letting you have your fun."

                                            "Alright then. I'm going to keep petting you now."

                                            >"...Yeah, you do that."

                                            >You chuckle at her attitude.

                                            >Mares are hilarious.

                                            >Soon enough, though, the warmth from all the excitement fades, and you start feeling slightly chilly.

                                            >Ponies care about it less, since they have coats, but you do need your clothes. Or something else.

                                            >With some regret, you let go of Night Watch, depositing her on the bed.

                                            >"Hmmm? What's up, big guy?"

                                            "Fun's over, getting chilly and sticky now. Gotta clean up."

                                            >"Oh, alright. Let's, huh... Think you can fit in the shower?"

                                            "I can. Carefully. While I squat down. It's a bit of a hassle. Same thing with bathtubs. I can *just* about use them, though not entirely comfortably. I'd love to shower together, but... Well, not really an option."

                                            >"It's alright. I'll go dip my butt in the bath and clean my hindquarters. Let's go, bathroom's through there."

                                            >She hops off the bed, leading the way.

                                            >Bending over so you don't bonk your head on the doorframe, you follow along.

                                            >Moments later, you're in the bathroom.

                                            >You were happy to discover that even though ponies' technological development seemed a bit lower than humanity's, plumbing, cold, and hot water were still nearly universally accessible.

                                            >So their bathrooms look almost like the ones on Earth, except for the size, of course.

                                            >You roll your eyes as you cram yourself into the shower. The showerhead is way too low, but at least it's wide enough, since ponies stand on four legs.

                                            >Getting furniture your size was hard enough. You haven't managed to figure out how to adapt the bathroom yet.

                                            >That'd require lots of custom work, and you were no plumber or construction worker.

                                            >As you didn't have the bits to hire people for it yet, and no experience to do it yourself, the appliances remained pony-sized.

                                            >Soon.

                                            >You'll save up enough bits eventually.

                                            >Night Watch climbs into the bath, eyeing your naked form with undisguised curiosity (and appreciation).

                                            >You snort, extending one leg as far out as you can, pouting sexily (or something akin to sexy.)

                                            >She stares at your leg, slack-jawed, before smacking herself and turning the water on.

                                            >"Dang seductive sexy long-legged alien..."

                                            "Heh."

                                            >You turn the water on too, grabbing the bar of soap.

                                            >You're only sweaty from the sex, not really dirty, so it doesn't take long to clean up.

                                            >Grabbing a towel, you get to drying yourself.

                                            >Night Watch seems to need more time than you did, even though she's only cleaning half her body.

                                            >Probably all that fur. And tail. Must be a lot of work to maintain it.

                                            >As you finish rubbing yourself down with the small (for you) towel, she pulls the plug from the bath, letting the water drain.

                                            >You watch her curiously as she rises up, running a hoof through her tail squeezing out some of the water.

                                            >It doesn't seem to be all that effective.

                                            "Can I help?"

                                            >"Huh?"

                                            >Instead of replying, you come over in a single step, wrapping your fingers around her tail and giving it a squeeze.

                                            >You're rewarded with a splash of water against the bathtub.

                                            >"Huh. Neat."

                                            >You help her wring out most of the water out of her tail and coat, passing her a towel.

                                            >"Thanks, Anon. That was nice. It usually takes me hours to dry."

                                            "My pleasure."

                                            >While she finishes drying, you go to the bedroom to assess the situation.

                                            >Yeah, it's not looking too good.

                                            >The bed is... Not sufficient. Putting it mildly.

                                            >Night Watch joins you a minute later, seeing your expression.

                                            >"Something wrong?" She asks nervously.

                                            "Nothing that you did, no," You reassure her. "Just... Well, your offer of a "warm bed"? You might not be able to fulfill that," You explain, lying down.

                                            >Half of your legs are left dangling on the floor.

                                            >Her ears fold as she watches you.

                                            >"Oh, wow... Um..."

                                            "Not much you can do there. At first, I just slept on the floor on three pony-sized mattresses that I pushed together. It was far more comfortable than trying to cram myself into a bed."

                                            >"At first? What did you do after?"

                                            "After looking for some beds, the only ones in my size were also horribly overpriced, clearly made for rich folks, or were really weird. Like, they were four times as wide, but still short as heck."

                                            >"Herd beds," Night Watch explains. "Some herds like to sleep together in the same bed, though plenty others like to have individual beds and rooms. Depends a lot if the mares have the same work hours or not."

                                            "Huh. Okay. Well, I might have been able to sleep on them sideways, but they still cost a fair amount of bits, so I had to improvise. I just bought some planks and made my own bed frame. Plain as heck, but hey, it works."

                                            >"Really? You made your own bed? Hammered it all yourself, and everything?"

                                            "Sure. It's not that hard, when you think about it. Beds are relatively simple. Just need the right timber and nails."

                                            >She looks a little sceptical, but doesn't say anything.

                                            >Huh. Guess ponies have trouble holding hammers, or something.

                                            >Whatever.

                                            >Grabbing your underwear, you start to dress.

                                            "I'm really sorry, Night Watch, but I don't want to have a sore back and get no sleep just to stay the night with you. 'Fraid I'm going back to my place.

                                            >She seems a little panicked, biting her lip.

                                            >"Well, uh, I'd never want a colt to get hurt over me, and, uh... Well, I was thinking that, maybe tomorrow we could..."

                                            >She trails off, tapping her hooves together.

                                            "Yeah? I remember you said something while we were having fun. Something about not letting me go?"

                                            >"Well, I wasn't sure if *you* would be up for anything but a one-night stand, especially when you find out about my work situation, but if you're okay with that, well..."

                                            >Dawww.

                                            >She's nervously tapping her hooves on the ground, unable to look you in the eyes.

                                            "What's the matter, Night Watch? Can't talk to a "stallion"? I thought you were a marely mare?"

                                            >She snorts in indignation, her head snapping upwards.

                                            >"Hey, watch the tongue, sassy colt! I'll have you know I could tie you into a-"

                                            >She flies up to your face as she says it.

                                            >You take the opportunity to grab her, holding her effortlessly.

                                            "No you coulnd't," You state calmly with a massive grin.

                                            >She deflates immediately.

                                            >"No I couldn't..." She mutters.

                                            "Aww, come on, you're making me feel bad. We're both adults here, Night Watch. We just had some pretty great sex. You had my dick in your mouth. Twice. If you want to tell me something, just do it."

                                            >"A mare's gotta be able to protect her stallion... I don't see how I could even offer myself up to you if I can't even be a proper mare..." She says, looking away.

                                            "Well, as I keep telling you, I'm not a stallion. I'm a man. Also, "her" stallion? Night Watch, if you want us to get into a relationship for real, you'll just have to accept that I'm not a pony and a lot of your customs and traditions are not only irrelevant, but outright detrimental. I can handle the fact that you're a night worker, no problem. Can you deal with the fact that I'm able to defend myself better than just about any mare out there, save some military types?"

                                            >She looks you in the eyes then, her expression unsure.

                                            >"Anon, would.. Would you... Like to be my coltfriend?"

                                            >You kiss her on the muzzle.

                                            "Sure."

                                            >"Really?!"

                                            "Yup. A dinner and a movie before any sex, though. Don't think I'm easy to get."

                                            >"Wha- We just HAD sex! Twice! I still feel a little full from all that delicious cum of yours you pumped into me with that monster dick of yours!"

                                            "Yeah, but I wasn't your coltfriend back then, was I? Just some guy you picked up for some fun. I am now, though."

                                            >Her eyes cross a little.

                                            >"Buh- whu- *Fine*. Momma didn't raise no quitter, nor a bad mare."

                                            >You laugh a little.

                                            "So, I'm going back to my place. If you still want to warm my bed, well... Feel free to join me."

                                            >She bites her lip.

                                            >"Are you sure?"

                                            "Well, I understand if you're nervous. After all, you'd be going to the home of a guy you just met. Can't be sure that I won't try to take advantage of a poor, helpless mare..."

                                            >"You- what- THAT'S THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF HOW THAT WORKS!"

                                            "Not with meeee," You sing out.

                                            >"Gaaaaah... You're right, of course. I'm sorry for shouting at you. I- I think I'd like that. To come with you. Please."

                                            "Sure. Let's go."