Post workout BJ


                                            >>53535839

                                            Rainbow coercing an unwilling anon into worshiping her fat, sweaty, stinky balls after her workout.


                                            >>53535982

                                            >"Come on bud, one more set, I'll spot you!"

                                            >Rainbow swats your ass with her tail as you take a swig from your water bottle.

                                            >Ever since you'd agreed to these daily gym trysts with her, you've gotten noticeably more toned, however, her coaching wasn't without its costs.

                                            >She didn't charge you bits, she didn't make fun of you when you struggled to keep up, she doesn't even harass you when you fail to show up on some days...at least not much.

                                            >Instead, she seemed to have some sort of odd fetishistic fantasy indulged by your coach and coachee relationship.

                                            >Of course she would never do something so mushy as to come out and admit it, but you knew.

                                            >It wasn't all the time, but you were starting to recognize a pattern.

                                            "I already did my 5x5 on bench, I'm good."

                                            >Your excuse doesn't cut it.

                                            >"You told me you wanted to look good for the mares this summer, I'm trying to help you!"

                                            >She shoots you a disappointed glare that could rival your father's.

                                            "I know but...ahhh fine. One more set. But drop the weight."

                                            >"Nuh-uh! You're going up ten!"

                                            "Up ten! I've never benched that before!"

                                            >"That's why it's called a personal record, idiot." She deadpans.

                                            >You sigh.

                                            "Fine! But I'm only going for one or two reps!"

                                            >You really weren't feeling this right now, but it had been a while since you went up in weight.

                                            >As much as you hated her for it sometimes, she was a damn good workout coach.

                                            >The fucking mare knew you better than you knew yourself.

                                            >Figures.

                                            >She was your best friend.

                                            >Kinda.

                                            "Alright, let's do this."

                                            >You lay down on the bench and square up under the bar.

                                            >"You got it dude. Don't worry, I've got your back."

                                            >The pony-sized bench was not the most comfortable, but once you got past the lift-off it felt pretty normal.


                                            >What didn't look so normal was the four-legged mare standing up on her hind legs to spot you.

                                            >It wasn't her standing up that looked odd, it was the fact that her sheath and apple-sized testicles jutted out to block out the ceiling light.

                                            >You swore she was doing it on purpose.

                                            >"Hold up, let me get in position."

                                            >She shuffles closer until her sweaty ballsack touches your forehead.

                                            >You shuffle away awkwardly.

                                            "Dash! That's close enough!"

                                            >You wouldn't have minded the sight of her naked body so much if it wasn't for the smell.

                                            >Dear Celestia the smell.

                                            >It was like every locker room you'd ever smelled, combined and concentrated in the naked skin of her ballsack.

                                            >It was sour, bitter, covered with stale sweat and a deep, punchy musk that told you she needed a shower with a lot of soap.

                                            >If only she would take one before your gym sessions.

                                            >"Quit moving away! I need to properly spot you if you're going for a PR!"

                                            >You grumble and relent.

                                            >You close your eyes and await the sensation of her testes dragging up your forehead.

                                            >The smell.

                                            >Dear Celestia the smell.

                                            >It made your sinuses burn and your tongue salivate.

                                            >You should probably offer to wash her crotch for her.

                                            >Poor mare probably didn't know how bad she stunk.

                                            >And you hadn't even smelled the inside of her sheath.

                                            >You shudder.

                                            >"Alright, need a lift off?"

                                            "No!"

                                            >Flustered, you push the weight off and bring it up on wobbly arms.

                                            >You peek an eye open just in time for her to scoot forward and burn your vision by smearing her ballsweat into the corner of your eye.

                                            >You take a deep breath.

                                            >After nearly coughing, you feel a sudden rush of energy.

                                            >Bringing the bar down you knock out one rep.

                                            >"Nice! Again!"


                                            "Rrrgh!"

                                            >You drop the bar for another rep.

                                            >Your arms shake and you feel her hooves ghosting your hands.

                                            >Locking out your elbows, you complete a second rep.

                                            >"You got one more in you! Come on Anon!"

                                            >Dash eggs you on, and you can't resist.

                                            >You surprised yourself with the first few, how hard could one more be?

                                            >Squinting past your burning eyes, you draw in another deep breath of musk and best-bro ball sweat.

                                            "Gaaaah!"

                                            >You push and get stuck halfway.

                                            >"Come on dude! You got it!"

                                            >She adjusts her stance and her balls drag off the side of your head and drop next to your ear.

                                            >Your arms wobble and you lose an inch of height.

                                            "Ngaah! Help!"

                                            >You ask for a spot but she doesn't immediately react.

                                            >At least not in the way you expected.

                                            >Dash brings a hoof down to her sheath and peels it back.

                                            >A half inch of pink cockmeat peeks out and she pokes your nose with it.

                                            "Gah! F-fuck!"

                                            >The smell was unbearable. Her cock had aged like a fine wine in the air-tight seal of her sheath and you were getting the first, raw, unfiltered whiff of what she'd been brewing.

                                            >You launch the weight up and rack it with a roar.

                                            >You dart to your feet and vigorously wipe your face off with your t-shirt.

                                            >"Nice dude! You did it!"

                                            "What the hell was that, Dash!?"

                                            >You ask, still half-panicked with the pegasus equivalent of pepper spray on your face.

                                            >"What? It helped you didn't it? I know how to get the testosterone flowing in a guy."

                                            "What? That's not what happened!"

                                            >You rebut angrily.

                                            >"Pfft! Don't pretend like you're the expert here! I just got you three reps on a new record! You owe me!"

                                            "I owe you! No, you owe me for using me as a sweat rag for your balls!"

                                            >"I told you I had to spot you properly!"

                                            "And you do that by putting your penis on my face!"

                                            >"Oh whatever!"

                                            >You sigh and wave her off.

                                            >She turns around with a snort and you both finish the rest of your workouts by yourself.


                                            >An hour later you're at your locker in the changing room.

                                            >A towel is around your waist and your freshly washed hair still drips from your shower.

                                            >The familiar trot of hooves catches your ear.

                                            >"Hey."

                                            >Dash's voice is much calmer now.

                                            >The hour of blowing off steam alone also helped your disposition.

                                            >The short spat at the flat bench was just a memory now.

                                            >A recent one, but still a memory.

                                            "Hey."

                                            >Dash makes her way past you to get to her locker...which was also next to yours.

                                            >Coed dorms were the norm almost everywhere except for Canterlot or other very high-end places.

                                            >This wasn't the first nor the last time you'd deal with your sweaty post-workout friend.

                                            >She always finished her workouts with a cardio sprint, and she was absolutely dripping with sweat.

                                            >You kick your shoes out of her way so she doesn't get any on them.

                                            "Hey, I wanted to say sorry about earlier."

                                            >"Don't fret it bud. If you're getting feisty that just means your t-levels are going up!"

                                            >She swats your butt with her tail again, shooting you a smirk as she takes her towel out of her locker.

                                            "Heh! I suppose."

                                            >"Come on, let's hit the showers."

                                            "I already did, I'll wait for you in the lobby."

                                            >There's a silent pause and you can feel her eyes on you.

                                            >"Anon..."

                                            >You look at her.

                                            >She looks a little anxious like she's bubbling with energy and is struggling to contain it.

                                            >"I really think we should hit the showers." She asserts.

                                            "Heh! I just told you I already got out!"

                                            >You take your towel off and wipe your hair down for emphasis.

                                            >Her eyes immediately dart to your penis.

                                            >She'd seen it a million times before, but she'd never looked at it like she's looking at it now.

                                            >"You owe me!"

                                            >The sudden outburst surprises you.

                                            >Glancing around, you see if anypony else is around to see the outburst. It seems like you're alone.


                                            "Dash, what are you talking about? Are you seriously going on about the coaching thing again?"

                                            >"Y-yeah! You owe me!"

                                            >She stamps her forehoof out of frustration, drawing your attention down.

                                            >Down to where you spot a familiar hint of red peeking out from beneath her belly.

                                            >Oh...

                                            >You owe her...

                                            >Now you get it.

                                            >Truth be told you didn't expect her to have any sort of sexuality besides competitiveness, but she seemed quite pent up so it makes sense.

                                            >Even if you did. You certainly wouldn't let her top like that.

                                            "Oh come on! I'm not touching that thing just because you brought me to the gym for a few weeks!"

                                            >You turn to your locker and grab your clothes.

                                            >"Anon!"

                                            >She seemed upset now.

                                            >"I really need this!"

                                            >She looked like she was about to explode with a mix of frustration and embarrassment.

                                            >A bead of sweat drips off her quivering nose and you hear two drops patter on the tile floor.

                                            >The second drop did not come from her nose.

                                            >You sigh.

                                            >If you didn't do this she was going to be awkward as shit around you for a while until she found some way to get laid.

                                            >There was bound to be a mess of drama and your awesome friendship would take a while to return to normal.

                                            >To be honest, you really enjoyed her company and you didn't know what you'd do on weekends if she wasn't around.

                                            "Alright, fine. Just promise you won't be awkward about it!"

                                            >"Yes!"

                                            >She pumps her fist and stands up on her hindhooves, presenting her rapidly inflating marecock.

                                            "Gosh, Dash! Not here!"

                                            >"Huh?" She looks up at you, a hoof already on her shaft, "O-oh, right, the showers."

                                            >She grins and trots past you, slowing to rub her neck on your leg, almost wiping you out.

                                            "G-geez...quit it!"

                                            >"Come on!" She chirps as she skips excitedly towards the showers.

                                            >You sigh and set after her.

                                            >Your traitor cock was already half erect. You weren't even sure why.

                                            "I just hope nopony walks in."

                                            >"Who cares, they can mind their own business!"

                                            >This mare.


                                            >The hurried sound of your feet clapping across the tile floor towards the showers fills your ears.

                                            >You didn't want to get caught out in the open with your dick out.

                                            >Not that any pony would care, even with the half-chub, it's just that you still felt awkward about nudity.

                                            >You just needed to get to the showers with Dash so you could have a wall to face if somepony walked in.

                                            >Or you could face Dash, you didn't care if she saw.

                                            >She didn't care if you saw her dick either, it seemed.

                                            >It's then that a blush hits your face.

                                            >What were you even going to do about it? Give her a handjob?

                                            >That would work.

                                            >Unless she's expecting something more.

                                            >Surely she wouldn't though.

                                            >She was your bro.

                                            >Anything else would be gay.

                                            >You just hope you can stomach the smell long enough to get her rocks off.

                                            >And get rid of this pesky chub somehow.

                                            >"In here!"

                                            >You hear a shower head turn on down the hall and pick up your speed.

                                            >Rushing naked through the hallways was also a little chilly.

                                            >Especially since you'd just showered.

                                            "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!"

                                            >You round the corner and spot Dash standing with her head under the shower stream.

                                            >She snaps towards you the moment you walk in.

                                            "You could've at least started with your ripe ass!"

                                            >Your joke only makes her smirk.

                                            >"Come on already and quit teasing!"

                                            >She lifts a hindleg, revealing her red crotch rocket and dangling nads.

                                            "Let's get this over with!"

                                            >You step into the shower stream with her, warming up in the warm water.

                                            >You take a knee as she pivots her rear end around, presenting broadside to you.

                                            >"Heh! Oh this is gonna be great! Sorry I've been getting all horny and stuff during training, I've just been so pent up!"

                                            "Yeah yeah whatever, just warn me before you cum so I don't get a mess on my hands!"

                                            >"Pfft! Your hands?"

                                            >She looks back at you like you're joking.

                                            >You weren't joking.

                                            >"Wait, you're gonna blow me right?"

                                            "What? I'm not putting my mouth anywhere near that thing! A handjob is already asking a lot!"


                                            >She stands there in shock, her cock twitching as that desperate looks returns to her eyes.

                                            >"You've gotta be bucking kidding! I don't want a handjob those are lame! I can do that with my hoof! I need something w-wet!" She stammers, a bead of precum drips from her throbbing tip.

                                            >The mare pivots towards you, her intense magenta eyes find yours underneath the stream of hot shower water.

                                            >You never told her, but she really was quite beautiful in the right setting.

                                            >Her puppy dog eyes start to well up.

                                            "F-Fine! Geez, just...don't expect much I'm not exactly an expert!-whoa!"

                                            >"Thankyou thankyou thankyou!" She nuzzles strongly into your chest, hard enough to push you over.

                                            >Your hands shoot out and splash in the pool of water as you catch yourself.

                                            "Alright, calm down, I'm not gonna leave my buddy hanging."

                                            >You reach down and look to the wall as you feel the hot, naked meat find your palm.

                                            >You begin kneading it for her, and her hindlegs nearly buckle.

                                            >"Aaah! Yeah!"

                                            >You raise a brow and pat the back of her head.

                                            "I thought you said you didn't want a handjob?"

                                            >"I d-d-don't!" She lifts her hindleg and humps her hips into your palm as you gently stroke her.

                                            "Sure..."

                                            >A bit of water helped wash the sweat off her cock, but it was far from enough to clean it.

                                            >The more you looked at the pegasus you called your best friend, the more you could empathize with her.

                                            >After all you had one too, you know how bad it can get sometimes.

                                            >You still don't want to stick your face down there, though.

                                            >Pushing her back, you release her cock.

                                            >She takes the hint and immediately props herself up against the shower pole, presenting her meat in a more accessible spot.

                                            >At first, you don't smell anything and hope flares up inside you.

                                            >Maybe she'd gotten wet enough to wash away all the sweat?


                                            >You lean in and place a hand on her rump.

                                            >Nope.

                                            >Nope nope nope, she certainly did not.

                                            >You recoil at the overwhelming, eye-watering sting of unwashed musk.

                                            "Geez! That's ripe!"

                                            >"I-it's natural! It's not like I can help it!"

                                            "Have you tried soap and water!"

                                            >"It causes rashes!"

                                            >Whatever.

                                            >You'd probably be killed if you left her like this now.

                                            "Just try to make it quick!"

                                            >You lean in again but a second thought makes you pause.

                                            "Also, if I do this you owe me a BJ too!"

                                            >"Sure dude, whatever just hurry up!"

                                            >Score.

                                            >You lick your lips, hold your breath, and home in on the flared red tip of your buddy's meat.

                                            >The moment your mouth makes contact with her phallus she groans and thrusts.

                                            "Mpfh!"

                                            >You place a stabilizing hand on her thigh and attempt to acclimate to the eye-watering scent and salty brine covering your tongue.

                                            >It's just as bad as you imagined.

                                            >Actually a bit worse because it's harder to breathe.

                                            >You never knew blowjobs were this intense.

                                            >Determined, you dip down and wrap your cringing lips around her salty pole.

                                            >"Ooooooah buck yeah!"

                                            >That was actually kinda neat.

                                            >It sort of felt good to make her make that sound.

                                            >A sudden spurt of salty precum silences that thought and makes you cough.

                                            >Fuck...

                                            >Gripping her thighs you bob on her length again, trying to muster the courage to touch her tip with your tongue.

                                            >Eventually it's so deep that you can't avoid it and your tastebuds begin to burn with her acrid taste.

                                            >Rashes be damned. You're going to make her wash this thing the next time you do this.

                                            >Not that there would be a next time.

                                            >"Ngh! M-more!" She humps forward and her hindhooves slip on the wet tile.

                                            >She nearly collapses onto the floor with your face under her belly, but your hands and her forehooves catch you just in time.

                                            >Her hoof then moves to the back of your head and begins to apply pressure as she curls her lower half into you.

                                            "Gulk!...*cough! cough!"

                                            >You pull off her tip, connected with a string of spit.


                                            "Fucking calm down"

                                            >You wipe your mouth, gritting your teeth from the smell caked to your lips.

                                            >"Ngh! Anon!"

                                            >The pegasus writhes, yearning for your touch.

                                            >The upper half of her body and one wing are splayed out in the shower stream, her eyes are locked on you, a bit of drool runs down the corner of her mouth.

                                            >She throbs and her glans swells, expunging a dollop of murky precum that runs down her throbbing length and disappears into the fetid folds of her sheath.

                                            >Fuck that was gross.

                                            "Fuck this is gross!"

                                            >"T-then why is your d-dick hard?"

                                            >You look down at the shaft bobbing between your legs.

                                            "S-shutup and cum already!"

                                            >You don't have the courage to put your mouth over her gaping urethra so you focus elsewhere.

                                            >Your lips plant timid kisses on her ballsack, touching each nad with a peck while watching her reaction.

                                            >She seemed to enjoy that well enough.

                                            >You might even be able to cheat and--

                                            "--Hey-mpf!"

                                            >Dash wraps her thighs around your face, trapping you in position and worse...trapping your nose against her gooch.

                                            "Mmmh! Ngggh!" You practically scream in panic, but your cries are lost in her sweaty thighs.

                                            >"Just l-lick a bit and I'll let you go!"

                                            >She almost sounded apologetic, as if she were a hostage of her libido, being forced to take you hostage in turn.

                                            >You plant your hands on her buttocks and feel that they're rock solid.

                                            >You're not getting out of this.

                                            >Desperate to finish the job, you push your tongue out of your mouth into whatever you could find.

                                            >Salty, briny, bitter flavors assault you and all the odors of ripe pegasus make you light-headed.

                                            >You can breathe, but just barely.

                                            >The air is filtered through her clammy thighs so it was no reprieve.

                                            >The more you lick the looser her muscles get.

                                            >Eventually, they slacken enough that you can move.

                                            >Lifting a leg off your cheek, you finally catch a glimpse of the peach-fuzz covered perineum you'd been forced to taste.

                                            >As well as a nice tan pucker that you hadn't felt yet.


                                            >Possessed by something other than rational thought, you lean in and mash your lips to her asshole.

                                            >"Gah! What the hay!"

                                            >You pry your tongue at her wrinkled opening as she recoils.

                                            >You still have hold of her hindlegs, however, and you pull her back towards you as you aggressively search for gold at the end of the rainbow.

                                            >Her tail tries to clench off as she starts to panic.

                                            >"Q-quit it! That's-ngh!"

                                            >You pull away after a moment longer.

                                            "What?"

                                            >"Why did you lick me there?"

                                            "You want me to get you off don't you?"

                                            >"Y-yeah but that's...d-dirty!"

                                            "Well it's not like anything else is clean now is it!"

                                            >"Just...not there." She almost sounded shy about it.

                                            "But isn't your prostate back here or something?"

                                            >You lick a finger and start worming it into her anus.

                                            >She jolts and clenches.

                                            >"Hey! Not everything's like what you see in PlayColt magazines!"

                                            "Oh of course not. Every mare wants the throat-swabbing blowjobs but no one is cool with a guy getting them off up the butt!"

                                            >She blushes and tucks her ears, but doesn't disagree.

                                            "You better really try when it's my turn to get blown!"

                                            >You grip her cock and point it towards your lips.

                                            >Squinting, you take her to the medial ring.

                                            >"Ngah!"

                                            >She wasn't too difficult to palate as long as she didn't...

                                            >"B-buck!"

                                            "*Gack!"

                                            >Pinning her hips to the tile floor you prevent her from thrusting anymore.


                                            >The spectrum of colors in her tail swirl around you in the pooling water as you set upon the ripe pega-penis with the intent to finish the job.

                                            >Fuck the smell.

                                            >Fuck the taste.

                                            >Fuck cheating with a prostate massage.

                                            >Ok maybe you'll try to sneak that in again.

                                            >But you're getting your buddy off.

                                            >She does kinda deserve it after all she's done for you.

                                            >Not just the gym coaching but being a solid friend and all that other gay stuff.

                                            >You bob as best you can on the top half of her dick.

                                            >Adjusting so you could put pressure on the inside of her thigh with an elbow, you free up a hand to stroke your spit into the base of her shaft.

                                            >The gross sounds it was making were mostly drowned out by the shower.

                                            >But you both could hear them quite well.

                                            >"Aaaaaah...it's..I'm...ngh!"

                                            >You don't slow down. In fact.

                                            >Taking a risk, you lift your immobilizing arm from her hips entirely and position your spit-lubed finger under her tail.

                                            >Her anus tries to pucker but it can't prevent you from forcing your way inside.

                                            >"Ngah! An-un!" She tries to protest.

                                            >But you don't relent.

                                            >You knew what was best for her, she could get over all the insecurity bullshit later.

                                            >You don't find the bulge of her prostate until you're up to the knuckle, but it was within reach.

                                            >At least, you think that's her prostate.

                                            >It could just be some random bulge in her colon.

                                            >You have no idea what he fuck the insides of a pegasus asshole looked like.

                                            >Stroking it, you try to fit your lips over her medial ring.

                                            >"NghaaaAAAAAH!"

                                            >The mare sizes and her cockhead swells--the bell shape of her tip actually pulls itself a little deeper to lock in behind your tongue and soft palate.

                                            "*Huuur!*"

                                            >You try to gag but can't.

                                            >Your eyes water and you focus on trying to breathe through your nose, while somehow your finger still digs away at the suspicious butthole bulge that made her squirm.

                                            >You hear the semen before you taste it. It burbles somewhere in her midsection as it fills her vacant ducting.


                                            >Then it rushes down her shaft and exits straight into the back of your throat.

                                            >Your focus on breathing doesn't last long and a sudden cough forces some ejaculate up your nose.

                                            >That only starts a feedback loop of coughing and cum-snorting that ends with tendrils of off-white dangling from your nostrils as you're forced to suck air and ball-snot back in to breathe.

                                            >Your fingers pops out of her ass with the help of some muscles that push you out.

                                            >Gripping the base of her shaft, you pull off her flared cock with a pop.

                                            "*Gasp! *cough! cough!"

                                            >Tears and cum run down your face as she unloads the last few spurts onto her chest.

                                            >Wiping your face, you catch your breath.

                                            >Beneath you, lay Rainbow Dash.

                                            >Her inches of red meat start to go flaccid on her cyan belly underneath an abstract painting of her own production.

                                            >The bleachy smell of semen was a welcome one amidst the stale sweat, ripe musk, and pony ass that floated around the pegasus' overly productive middle.

                                            "Fuck, Dash!...*cough cough cough!"

                                            >She looks at you demurely.

                                            >"T-thanks...for t-taking it in the mouth...I really needed that..."

                                            >You wipe your lips.

                                            "It's not like I really had a choice at the end there. What the hell was that flaring thing?"

                                            >She smiles shyly, "Heh, oh I thought you knew about that."

                                            "Knew about it? Do you think I go around sucking mares off all the time?"

                                            >"Pfft! You better not be!"

                                            >She nudges your shoulder.

                                            >What was that?

                                            >You look at her questioningly.

                                            >She sits up, shaking her wet mane as shower water still poured over you both.

                                            >"Thanks for the plothole thing too...that was really good."

                                            >You roll your eyes.

                                            "Maybe don't fight me on it so much next time."

                                            >You both catch onto your slip up at the same time, but Dash is the only one who grins.

                                            >"So...I think I owe you a blowjob?"


                                            FIN