Buddy BJ

 

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 didn't even harass you when you occasionally failed to show up on some days...at least not much as she could’ve. Instead, she seemed to get her satisfaction from kicking your butt and dragging her nuts across your face.

 

Literally. Like, you still smell her ball sweat on your cheek from your last set.

 

If the geometry allowed, she would stand close enough to lay her nuts across your face while she was spotting you…for proper spotting technique of course. It was weird.

 

She would never do something so mushy as to come out and admit it she enjoyed it, but you knew. It wasn’t like she had to straddle you while you worked out. She didn’t even really need to spot you at all. The whole situation was a little embarrassing to say the least. What could you even say? Hey Dash, can you get your fat nuts out of my face so I can focus on lifting?

 

No. No, it was best to just avoid the topic, "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…”

 

She glares at you, her narrowing eyes force you to weigh perpetual harassment against another thirty seconds of getting tea-bagged.

 

“...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. For somepony who was a completely different species, walked on four legs and was capable of flight, she knew your body and your limits better than she had any right to. The mare knew you better than you knew yourself.

 

Figures. She is your best friend.

 

"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 wasn’t so normal was the four-legged mare standing up on her hind legs to spot you. It wasn't her standing up that was odd, it was the fact that her sheath and apple-sized testicles jutted out to block out the ceiling light. You swear she does this on purpose.

 

"Hold up, let me get in position." She shuffles closer until her sweaty ballsack touches your forehead.

 

You slide down the bench awkwardly, "Dash! That's close enough!"

 

You don’t mind the the sight of her naked body. You’ve seen everything she’s got more times than you can count and had been desensitized to her and ponies being nude in general. But being this close…you couldn’t get past the smell. Dear Celestia the smell.

 

It was like every locker room you'd ever been in, 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 bubble bath.

 

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.

 

Dear Celestia the smell.

 

It made your sinuses burn and your tongue salivate. You should probably offer to wash her crotch for her seeing as how she’s always like this. Poor mare probably couldn’t reach all the spots she needed to with those blunt hooves. And that’s not even counting the inside of her sheath.

 

You shudder.

 

"Alright, need a lift off?"

 

"N-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.

 

“Fffuck!” You take a deep breath. After nearly coughing, a flush of heat and hormonal strength overtakes you. 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 it.

 

"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!"

 

"Ngaah! Help!" You ask for a spot but she doesn't immediately react. Her eyes were fixated on your chest and burgeoning muscles.

 

“Push!”

 

She adjusts her stance and places her hooves next to your hands but not helping just yet. Her slick balls drag off the side of your head and drop next to your ear. The moment that happens, you catch a glimpse of an inch of red Dash penis poking out of her sheath. She’d been looking at you a little too hard it seems. But that doesn’t concern you as much as the eye-watering smell that comes with it.

 

"Gah! F-fuck!"

 

The scent 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. Darting to your feet, you vigorously wipe off your face 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? I wasn’t just going to lift it for you?”

 

“No, I’m talking about the ballsweat and d-dick sticking out!”

 

She frowns, “So? I’m a mare. It got your testosterone flowing didn’t it?"

 

"That’s beside the point!" 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 nuts the past few weeks!"

 

"I told you its so I can spot you properly!"

 

"Yeah and what about wagging your penis in my face? Is that part of spotting too?"

 

"Oh whatever!" She turns around with a snort.

 

You sigh and wave her off. The handful of ponies milling about the gym all look away when you glance at them. Rolling your eyes, you set off towards the free weights so you could finish the rest of your workout by yourself.

 

 

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You shuffle up to your locker in the gym’s changing room with a towel around your waist. A fresh shower after a workout always felt refreshing.

 

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 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 right next to yours. Coed bathrooms were the norm almost everywhere except for Canterlot or other high-end places. It was normal to change, shower, or even use the urinal in front of the cyan pegasus.

 

It wasn’t like her dick was the ticket to feeling casual around her. She had all the parts a mare did as well, it was the way she just didn’t care about it. It never occurred to her that your differences were any reason to act differently around you. That was part of the reason why you liked her so much…and couldn’t stay mad at her no matter how much of an annoying braggart she was.

 

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

 

"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. 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, "Heh! I suppose. Still, I do kinda owe you I guess.”

 

“Yeah, well you can make it up to me later. Come on, let's hit the showers."

 

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

 

There's a silent pause when she stops, and you can feel her eyes on you. She looks a little anxious like she's bubbling with energy and is struggling to contain it, "You s-sure you don’t want to join me?" She doubles down, “You look like you missed your mane.”

 

"Heh! Are you kidding? My hair is soaking wet. See?" 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.

 

"C’mon dude…p-please?"

 

The sudden sincerity surprised you. Glancing around, you check to see if anypony else is witnessing this strange conversation. It seems like you're alone.

 

"Dash, what are you talking about?"

 

She blushes and looks down, “Well…I just thought, since we’ve been coming here and all…I’ve been…aww do you have to make me say it!?" 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...

 

That makes sense. Truth be told, Dash was so competitive and tomboyish it never occurred to you that she had anything resembling a sex drive. You figured she just took out all her pent up frustration on everypony that challenged her at flying or running, or anything really.

 

But she was still a mare of course, and a very special one at that. Perhaps there really was something more to the teabagging than you’d thought. As much as you wanted to feel sympathy for her, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do anything with…what was down there.

 

“Sorry but uh…I'm not going anywhere near that thing." You wince at how harsh you sound, then add, “But I’ve got a toy I can let you borrow back home if you want. I wash it after every use!” You finish with a cheesy grin.

 

The pegasus had never felt this vulnerable before in her life. It was a tremendous step for her, a brave foray into the unknown…and you’d just told her her junk stunk too much to help, "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 did this for her, it was going to be super awkward. She probably run away the moment she finished and not talk to you until tomorrow, or the next day. Then, everything would go back to normal and you would never mention what went on tonight to anypony ever, including to her. Hugs with her would be weird, as infrequent as they were, and conversation might be harder to carry during communal showers and whatnot…at least for a few weeks until the memory faded enough to not occupy the front of your minds. Not to mention you’d have to use bleach to get the smell of her dick off your had. A helping hand might get her off your back for now, but you’d have to live forever with the mental imagae of what your bro’s O-face looked like as she blasted ropes of cum out of her filthy dick in a dingy gym bathroom.

 

A steep price, to be sure…but what about the cost of not doing it?

 

If you didn't do this, not only would she get blue balled—which you wouldn’t wish on anyone, but you would also damage the trust you’d built up with her. This trust sat at the foundation of your friendship and was the reason why you felt so comfortable and at ease around her. You knew that whatever you did, she wouldn’t judge you for it. She might tease you, but she wouldn’t actually think any differently of you. While it wouldn’t exactly scuttle the friendship, it would put up a wall between you, a line in the sand…the first of which you’d ever drawn. Perhaps it was a necessary line, but that wouldn’t prevent things from still being awkward between from now on, and not just for a few weeks. She’d probably never drag her nuts across your face again…not that you enjoyed it or anything.

 

As much as your dignity protested, you just can’t bring yourself to buddy down like that, "Alright, fine. Just promise you won't be awkward about it!"

 

"Yes!" She pumps her hoof, “And don’t worry, I’m not gonna get all sappy and gay on you or anything!”

 

“Sure.”

 

“Ah…here we go.” Dash 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, and almost taking you out at the knees.

 

"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! They’re public locker rooms we’ve got just as much right to be here as anypony else!"

 

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 your own nudity. You’ve gotten used to the idea of it around Dash as well as most of her friends, but that took a lot of getting used to, and it didn’t translate to the general populace. You just needed to get to the showers with Dash so you could have a wall or friend to face if somepony walked in.

 

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 pretty 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. A prism of wet mane drapes down past her muzzle, hiding her face apart from her excited smirk. She snaps towards you the moment you walk in.

 

"You could've at least started with the parts of you that need it!" Your joke makes her snort.

 

"Pfft! Come on already and quit teasing!" She lifts a hindleg without hesitation or shame, revealing her red crotch rocket and dangling nads.

 

"Alright, let's get this over with!" You step into the shower stream with her, warming up in the warm water for a moment as you take stock of the mare. She casually sniffs your dick, watches it throb in response, then looks up at you. Damn crazy mare and her crazy pegasus habits. You’re going to get a boner if you’re not careful.

 

“What?” She asks innocently, not knowing what she did to earn the scolding look.

 

“Just…nothing.” You take a knee.

 

She brushes it off and 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 gym, I've just been so pent up with the Wonderbolts training and all.”

 

"Yeah yeah whatever, just warn me before you cum so I don't get a hot sticky 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?"

 

Your whole face turns red, "What? I'm not putting my mouth anywhere near that thing! A handjob is already asking a lot!" Where the hell did she get the idea you were going to give her a blowjob?

 

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 hoofjob those are lame! I can do that at home whenever I want! I need something like a mouth or b-butt!" She stammers, a bead of precum drips from her throbbing tip. 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, “Well, first off it’d be a handjob not a hoofjob, it’s much better.” You wiggle your fingers enticingly, “And second…nothing’s going up my butt.”

 

She actually wimpers. What the hell was she expecting?

 

“What about a blowjob?” She asks hurriedly, “It’ll be qick and you don’t have to swallow my wad or anything!” Her desperate pleas collude with her puppy dog eyes to tug at your heartstrings.

 

Fuck. You’re going to regret this, "F-Fine, I’ll give you a blowie! But don’t expect much, I’ve never done this before-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, alright, calm down. It’s not like I’m getting you a new Daring Do book or anything!"

 

The mare hugging your chest and nuzzling you uncharacteristically made your chest feel funny. It felt illegal to not hug her back, so you throw an arm around her and pat her back, “I’m not gonna leave my buddy hanging…now, let’s see what we’ve got.” You reach down between her hindlegs and look off to the side as you feel the hot, naked meat of her penis find your palm. It’s slick with precum already, and surprisingly spongy. Curiously, you give it a gentle squeeze, and her hindlegs nearly buckle.

 

"Ugh! 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 your glans kneading turns into gentle strokes.

 

"Told you it was better than a hoof.”

 

“S-shutup!” She mewls as her hips start to piston with sudden bursts of speed. It was obvious she had next to no experience. She looked like a lost rabbit trying to find the right hole. You suppress a snicker and continue working towards the thicker base of her shaft.

 

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 desperate, needy humps. 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.

 

But, you made a commitment and you’d be damned if you didn’t see it through. Patting her back, you release her cock. She takes the hint and immediately steps back.

 

Some malingering bit of instinct forces her to lift her hindleg again just to show off her throbbing dick, before she reigns herself in and hops her forelegs up against the wall of the shower. This put her meat in a much more accessible spot, and you scoot forward to take advantage of it.

 

“Atta boy! Go for it, stud!”

 

Stud? That’s new.

 

As you get closer, you don’t smell anything at first 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!"

 

"Obviously! It causes rashes!"

 

“Agh…whatever.” You'd probably be killed if you left her like this now, "Just try to make it quick! I’m definitely not going to complain about any lack of stamina!"

 

“Hey I can last!” She gets defensive out of reflex, then tucks her ears, “B-but I’ll try to c-cum quicker s-since you asked.” Her red pole throbs.

 

You lean in again, but a second thought holds you back, "Also, if I do this you owe me a BJ too!"

 

The mare was too desperate to barter, "Sure dude, whatever just hurry up!"

 

Score.

 

Now you had a reason to blow your friend. Apart from the other reasons, that is.

 

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. It’s a miracle you didn’t bite her.

 

You start to readjust, but her hoof 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 of pegasus penis 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. Her balls stick to her inner thigh, giving you a glimpse of the plump labia and puckered anus beneath them.

 

Fuck this is so hot.

 

"Fuck this is ho-I mean gross!"

 

"If you think it’s so 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 dribbling urethra right now 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 crack.

 

"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 now 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 pussy and 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 nothing you’ve got down here is exactly a rose field now is it!"

 

She blushes, “Yeah but…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, "Fine, but you better really try when it’s your turn to give the blowjob!"

 

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 every 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 if it’s the last thing you do.

 

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 finger 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 and try to swallow or spit out whatever bitter flavors stained your tastebuds. Oddly enough, one of the first thoughts you have is how her cum didn’t taste as bad as you expected it to.

 

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?"

 

You spot a nice glob of lumpy ball jelly next to her belly button, threatening to be washed away by the stream of shower water. You lean in and slurp it up without hesitation, then shoot her a look that dared her to question you.

 

Even Dash knew enough to not look a gift horse in the mouth. Or, at least she was meek enough after nutting that she thought twice about a teasing you with a snarky comment. Thus, you appreciate the taste of her semen unmolested.

 

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.

 

She changes the subject, "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?"