A Mare & Her Shark


                                            >you look at your mare

                                            >her ears are down, and she's making the most pathetic eyes she can muster, silently begging you not to leave her for the 3rd day in a row

                                            >you feel guilty

                                            >work has been, well... working you

                                            >more than before

                                            >you didn't work this much before

                                            >you can tell she doesn't like it because she's been cuddling things in the bed while you're away

                                            >it's cute, but kinda sad

                                            >it's things that are soft because her pony affection is unable to be sated when you're not here to cuddle her

                                            >you swing by that one place, with the meatballs or whatever

                                            >get her that shark

                                            >mares love sharks

                                            >you come home, pull it out from behind your back and you see her light up

                                            >a Designated Cuddling Object!

                                            >now she can't cling onto your pillow like a liferaft in a sea of No Master Time

                                            >shortly after you watch her drag it with her mouth to the bed like a cat with it's prey

                                            >she's a little small, so she has to walk weird to accommodate

                                            >if she hadn't been through enough you'd tease her for this

                                            >but she looks so happy she's about to cry

                                            >you both climb into bed

                                            >she's completely unaware that you snagged a few pics of it

                                            >you'll bring it up once she's out of her funk

                                            >you're cuddling your mare in bed

                                            >you can feel her wings against your torso as she wraps her hooves around the plushie

                                            >a small kiss on the back of the head before you try to drift off

                                            >it's been a couple of minutes

                                            >she can't seem to sit still

                                            >more unfortunately for you you can feel her flanks bump against your dick ever few seconds

                                            >is she...

                                            >she wouldn't... surely not.

                                            >you lean in close, as to not let her know she's doing a terrible job of hiding whatever it is she's doing

                                            >little whimpers and moans meet your ear, and you can feel yourself start to smirk

                                            >all you had to do was get close to her, and you know she can't help it

                                            >getting off like a little animal, are we little pony?

                                            >she doesn't hear you think this to yourself obviously

                                            >she probably thinks you're asleep

                                            >your arms are still around her barrel

                                            >you move your hand lower, and she's too preoccupied to notice

                                            >eventually you start to reach the danger zone

                                            >she's absolutely SOAKED down there like jesus christ

                                            >she is absolutely slamming her mare clam into this poor little blahaj

                                            >she's starting to let out more little noises

                                            >she's not one for lasting long

                                            >you decide to help her, like a good Master does for their needy little mares

                                            >you run your finger along her fuzzy little thighs as she grinds against the plushie

                                            >she's picking up the pace, and with a tweak of her nipples you slide your fingers in

                                            >she cries out "M-Master!"

                                            >awwww, she was in the zone

                                            >your fingers slide in easily, and you pump them back and forth

                                            >you know exactly where her pleasure spots are, and you finish her off easy, a little torrent of her arousal coating your digits, which you promptly hold up to her muzzle for her to "clean up her mess"

                                            >she does

                                            >you lay there in satisfaction and contentment, smiling at your pony

                                            "So... you like your plushie?"

                                            >she's fast asleep