>You walk into Sugarcube Corner and make your way to the service counter.
>"Hey Nonny! What'll it be today?"
>You wave at the perky pink pony and look at the menu on the billboard behind her.
>You really didn't know what you wanted. You've had everything the bakery had to offer, twice.
"I'll take a uh..."
>Something new catches your eye.
"Wait, what's with the new offer? It says half off your order if you guess the chef's flavor?"
>She snickers, "Geez Nonny, isn't it obvious? It's a scheme to tap into a wider market segment now that the new tax laws are taking more money from the middle class."
"Yeah but how does it work? I mean, you always taste like yourself whenever I eat you out?"
>"Oh. Well duh of course that part of me tastes like myself silly. You're supposed to guess the last flavor I ate."
>That's a twist.
"Huh, seems simple enough."
>She quirks a brow and ducks behind the counter for a second. She surfaces a moment later, licking her lips clean. 
>If whatever she tasted had any color it was pink, because you couldn't tell the difference. 
>She leans over the counter, "You gonna keep the customers waiting?" She motions to the line forming behind you.
>No sense in stirring up trouble this early in the morning.
>You lean in, leading with tongue as you taste the outside of her fuzzy lips for hints of any flavor, but her own tongue had done a good job of cleaning that up. 
>You press harder against her in a proper kiss and the bubbly mare giggles as she lets you probe around for clues. On her tongue? Nope. Under it? No joy. You pull her head into yours and press deeper to sample the crannies of her back teeth. Her wildly swirling tongue wasn't making the task any easier, but you finally pick up the slightest hint of apples and cinnamon. 
>You grin on her muzzle and pull back with a string of saliva connecting your lips.
"I'll take half off your signature Apple Cinnamon fritter."
>You peck her lips for fun. 
"Please."
>She grins happily, "You got it, Nonny!"
>Her bobbing mane ducks behind the counter once again and the mare returns with a plate containing a fresh pastry, minus one obvious bite.
>"That'll be 2 bits!"
>You drop the bits in her hoof and wipe your mouth before snagging a napkin and heading to the outdoor patio seating. 
>What a nice day it was.
>You pull up a seat adjacent to a couple who looked like they came here for a real lunch and had now moved to dessert.
>The stallion nods at you, his marefriend's head buried between his legs, audibly slurping around his member. 
>It was a bit distracting, but nothing out of the ordinary. 
>You dig into your pastry only to be assaulted by a rush of air and a characteristic voice.
>"Heya Anon!"
>You turn around to see Rainbow Dash trotting up to your bench, clearly sweaty from a recent workout.
"What's up Dash?"
>Her smiling muzzle makes a beeline for your mouth and she leaves your lips with a coat of salty sweat from her peck.
>"Hey, was that Apples and Cinnamon?"
"Yep, wanna bite?"
>"Nah, I'm on a diet." She pauses before leaning in and licking a bit of crumbs and creamy filling from the corner of your mouth. "Heh, Apples Cinnamon and Anon."
"Is that better or worse than just Apples and Cinnamon?" You grin at her.
>She takes a seat next to you and fans her wings over herself.
"You smell like a locker room ya know." You remind her as you take another bite.
>"Eh, you'd still do me over any other mare in town."
>You swallow and refrain from commenting, she was right after all. That athletic body was amazing and she could do some incredible stuff with her wings.
>The blue pegasus sits idly and watches the mare at the other table wipe some cum from her muzzle, her stallion throwing a foreleg around her and hugging her to his chest with a grin.
>Her eyes turn to you.
"Yeah I know, you could bust me in half that time."
>She smirks, "Heh, I was actually going to ask if you had any spare bits so I could go grab something."
"So you're saying you couldn't finish me off in half the time?"
>She grins, "You're really not being that subtle ya know."
"Subtle about what? You're the one so competitive about this stuff."
>"Not gonna work buddy."
"What won't work? You sucking my dick? Yeah I do have quite the stamina."
>"Nice try, but this is a 'I scratch your back you scratch mine' sorta deal, I've been pretty pent up."
"I don't know if I'll let you get too close until you hop in a shower."
>"That's never stopped you before?"
"So you admit you're not here for the snacks."
>You finish off the last bit of your fritter and turn to face her, only to get interrupted by her face intercepting yours.
>Her muzzle invades, her lips sealing with yours as her tongue slips in to scoop the recent bite from your grasp. 
>The pegasus pulls back, ignoring the connecting strand of saliva on your lips and chewing with a smile.
>"I never said that! Now drop those pants."
>Complaining never even crossed your mind as you hurriedly remove your lower garments.
"Ok how do you want to--oof!"
>The energetic mare hops on your lap, her wings lightly flared, a hoof around your neck.
>The other moves your rapidly hardening penis against the slick fur of her muff.
>"I've got an itch I need to scratch so don't try to pull out this time."
"But it's so fun to watch you lick it off your teats!"
>Your glans glides between her slimy folds and she sits down slowly, looking blankly at the passers by as your cock sinks into her.
>"Yeah whatever, just...I need this alright?"
>Fair enough, who are you to turn down the honest request of your friend.
"Ok but don't..."
>She hugs you and buries her muzzle in your neck to huff your musk, staining your shirt with her spicy sweat.
"...make a mess of the shirt...whatever."
>You grip her slick fur as best you could and drive up into her warm canal as she clings to you like plastic wrap.
>It was safe to say there were a lot of mares who felt pretty much identical down below. Not only in the texture and tightness of their holes, but also in their mannerisms and sexual appetites. 
>Carrot top, for example, was just like Fluttershy in that she never pushed into you--both of whom also mirrored Twilight and Colgate in their pattern of winks and time it took to reach climax.
>That's not to say they were all boring to you, but it was a refreshing change to have a wildcard on your dick.
>That is to say, Rainbow wasn't your average fuck.
>Being a world class athlete put her in a league in which she was currently the only member.
>For a while, she was actually quite the prude, but after your camping trip together, your friendship developed and you got to watch all manners of depraved behavior blossom forth from the depths of her animalistic libido.
>Some of the stuff you did together you actually were too afraid to do in public...which was saying something...for both of you.
>The crevice between her hindlegs is even hotter after her workout; spicy humidity warms your legs as your grind enthusiastically against one another.
>Nothing got her in the mood like working out, and whether she'd admit it or not, she needed this more than you did. 
>Her sweaty pelvis mashes into your crotch as she spasms wildly around your few inches of penetration--trying to do little more than rub your naked cock on and in every corner of her excreting sex. 
>You cared for all your friends, but Dash was a special case. You weren't sure why exactly, but it was absolutely adorable to see her change as you fuck the feistiness right out of her.
"You don't have to rush you know!" You grunt.
>You clamp down on her torso and freeze her hips with another hand.
>Unable to move, she resorts to putting her all into her vaginal clenching--as evidenced by the obnoxious squelching that comes in sync with the sensation of her juices dripping down your scrotum.
>"Speak for yourself, you weren't the one who flew all the way from Canterlot for some dick."
"You flew all the way back for my dick? Must be a pretty special dick."
>"Nah I was just...uhh..."
>Got her there.
>"I was coming back to Ponyville anyways so--"
"--So you just stopped by to see your favorite human along the way?"
>She reaches back to push your leg to the side, trying to get you to throw it over the other side of the bench.
>"C'mon dude, you know how to push my buttons."
>Fair enough. 
>You concede her unspoken request. Your now spread legs let her narrow rump sit down all the way to the hilt.
>"Gahhh..." She sighs and tucks her muzzle down the neck opening of your shirt, shamelessly sniffing at your masculine musk.
>As far as sex goes, she was getting pretty into it. Almost enough to start making you self-conscious...almost.
>"Hey Nonny! Whoa! I didn't know you were in town Rainbow?" Pinkie exclaims, walking around the corner with a serving platter.
>"Just got back!" The prismatic mare's rushed and muffled response comes between deep breaths.
>You pat the part of her head sticking out of your shirt.
"She's just working off some steam. Hey, Pinkie...ah! You still have that cookie box deal you were promoting last week?"
>"Um...y-yeah." 
>Her brow quirks as she watches Dash's tail pull back just in time for an audible splurt of crystal-clear mare goo to connect her shivering butt crack to the wooden bench.
>Your finger snakes down to rub around her naked dock crevice--making her anus reflexively flare as she moans.
"Can I get one of those? I have a feeling this one will need the energy boost when we're done."
>"Mmm right here ya know..." The pegasus groans, still spasming from her explosive orgasm.
>You reach around with your free hand to find your wallet in your shorts.
>"Geez Anon, you really know how to treat a mare. Remind me to visit you for a homecoming rut next time I take a trip!"
"Heheh, sure thing Pinkie!"
>She trots back inside, abandoning her two drops of lubricant on the stone patio as she retrieves your cookies.
>You set the bits on the table and your attention returns to Dash as you grab her wings and push her down by them.
>"Ngah! Yeah keep that up!"
>Her frazzled mane hangs loosely above her dopey expression as she emerges from her pheromone hotbox in your shirt. 
>Her cries are drowned out amidst the din of the busy street corner.
>Your pace slows to a steady rhythm as you rut your way to the finale. 
>"H-hey, can you do that thing with your finger?"
"I swear, if you keep asking me to do this one day I'm going to shove my dick in there."
>You move from her muscly dock and reach between her asscrack to wipe up some of her juice. The stingy lube spans your fingers as you massage it into her flexing ponut.
>"Anon...you know that's too b..." She trails off bashfully and tucks her ears.
"What was that?" You ask with a bemused expression.
>"I said it's too big." She whispers before looking around, as if her timidity to get rammed in the ass was something to be ashamed of.
"Well..."
>You slip two slick fingers into her butthole up to the knuckle.
>"Ah!"
"I can work you up to it."
>"Here's your cookies! One dozen, half chocolate chip half raisins and oatmeal!"
>You both snap out of your intimate expressions.
>"Raisins!"
"Raisins!"
>Her eyes narrow.
>"Yes. You're gonna eat 'em and like it!" 
"Ok ok! Dash can have the raisin ones since she's on a diet anyways."
>"Hey! How come I get only the raisin ones?"
"Because you literally just told me you're on a diet."
>"And I was literally joking, dummy."
"How am I supposed to know..."
>You grimace and close your eyes as you lean into her warm neck.
>Your nose runs up the base of her jaw, tickling itself with her soft fur. 
>She needed a shower but...it still smelled nice.
>The rushing in your loins was rapidly approaching its peak and the pegasus responds in kind.
>"Finally dude...agh!"
>She grabs your waist and humps a bit harder on your dick, each tug seems to be in sync with your throbbing heartbeat.
>Your move up her cheek, nuzzling against the softness, down her muzzle, reveling in the hot air you breathe from her.
>"Heheh, Anon quit! Sorry Pinkie, thanks for the cookies...pthhfp!"
>The pegasus snickers and grins as you lose your mind to instinct and start licking at Dash's teeth.
>As intrusive as it was, she couldn't call it annoying, something about feeling so inherently desirable really made her happy to oblige your little quirk.
>Her ears tuck and her chuckling keeps her smile alive for you to taste as she makes eye contact with Pinkie and shrugs.
>"Heh, thowy...yoh know how heh ghets-tttpt!" 
>It becomes too much of a spitwad to juggle so she opens her mouth in the hopes you express your enthusiasm in a more controlled environment.
>"No problem! You two enjoy!"
>"Yep. Will do!" She manages without breaking the string of saliva connecting your bottom lip to hers.
>Finally, you hilt.
>"Ngh...thee we goh...hhat's what ah neehed-ohohohooooh buck!"
>The pegasus talks dirty, indifferent to the extra tongue getting between her and her words.
>Amid all the warm stickyness connecting you two, something new rushes into the mix--hot semen, spritzing her cervix--giving her the same relief as taking a cool shower on a hot summer day.
>She closes her eyes and groans, simply enjoying the long-sought relief that now washed over her at the pace of your twitching dick. 
>Her hot breaths wash over your cheek, the lewd squelching of your moist genitals now swapped with that of your mouths.
>The pegasus remained more or less tranquilized by your injection for the next minute.
>You pull away from her muzzle and tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. 
>"How come you never rut me like that?" A young, turquoise mare asks dreamily at an adjacent table. 
>"Because you're my sister, Sage." The stallion responds tiredly, his eyes on his own menu.
>You spin around on your butt so you can lounge against the table and let your juices drip on the floor rather than the bench. 
>Dash makes no effort to pull away, but rather shoots you her characteristic smirk.
>"I woulda popped ya faster with my muzzle, I swear."
>You ruffle her mane and place a cookie between her teeth. 
"I'll have to see it to believe it."
>She just snickers before bumping the other edge of the cookie to your lips.  
>You take a bite, appreciating her kind gesture before she wolfs down the rest of it. 
>You give her rump a few pats.
"Good to go now?"
>"Yeah hold on, lemme just..."
>She grunts and pushes, expelling your flaccid dick along with a dollop of white jizz. 
>"Dang that was a lot dude." She comments, sitting up and straddling the strings of elastic connective fluids still connecting your genitals. 
"Hold on you're going to get it all over the place." 
>You reach for the napkins and hold her hindleg out of the way while you wipe her muff clear.
>Her fur is already starting to stick every which way in a matted mess.
"There we go."
>She skitters to her hooves, her hindlegs a bit jerky as her tail flicks at the air.
"Want a cookie for the road?"
>"Heh, nice joke. How about this, you can take my cookies back to your place and I'll swing by tonight for the movie and snag them then."
"Alright I promise I'll leave the raisin ones for you."
>"I swear Anon..."
"Nah I'm kidding!"
>You wrap her head in a hug and smooch the side of her muzzle before letting her go.
"Now don't swing by with someone else's creampie and expect a rut again, ok?"
>"Pfft! Not my fault your carpet stains easily!"
"Get outta here before I find another job for that feisty mouth of yours!"
>She sticks her tongue out at you and dodges away as you go to spank her, only to duck back in for a parting peck.
*Muah!
>"Later Anon!"
"See you Dash!"
>And with that the mare takes off...dripping on a few passers by who wipe themselves off in annoyance.
>Well that was refreshing.
>You look down at your sweat soaked shirt. Soaked with not your sweat.
>Perhaps your definition of refreshing has shifted since you've been here.
>You were going to need a shower anyways; she always leaks like faucet.
>Speaking of which...you reach for a napkin only find the dispenser empty.
>With a frown, you fold the wet napkin you have in your hand in half and try to wipe up.
>You only succeed in making a bigger mess. 
>"Geez Nonny, are you sure you're not mates or something? She seems really into you!"
"Whoa! Hey Pinkie? What are you talking about? How long have you been standing there?"
>"Oh just the bit where you were like ng ng ng! and she was like mh mh mh! and then whooosh!"
"So...the whole time?"
>"Yep I just love seeing ponies having a good time! Well, ponies and humans hahaha!"
>She trots up and licks the clear string dangling from your tip--making you flinch.
"Hey! Careful it's super sensitive right after--"
>"--I knew it! You're the only stallion I can taste in her my guess is she hasn't let anyone frost her buns since last estrus!"
"What are you talking about--waah!"
>A cold pony nose ducking under your cock and pressing against your balls almost sends you flying off the bench.
>Her tail flags and a pink hoof moves between her legs.
>"Cuz last estrus I was tossing her salad and I could taste every stallion she'd taken since last May and I was like, hey Rainbow I didn't know you rutted Thunderlane and she was like 'yeah he it was super lame he was all..."
>You try to push her off as she rambles on but she doesn't budge, so rather than make a scene you try to relax amidst the hot breath flooding your recently vacated testes.
>What was with these ponies and musk? It was like an aphrodisiac to them.
>Whatever, just let her do her thing and she'll be done in no time.
>You zone out of her rambling to reflect on what she'd said about Dash.
>Could it really be true? Did she actually like you? Well, of course she liked you but...what does it even mean to LIKE like someone?"
>You look over at the mare giving you a dreamy look and her brother trying his best to find something interesting on the menu.
>You start sifting through Pinkie's wiry mane as her nuzzling turns to licking. 
>If you weren't on the recovery you'd be more into her, you almost feel bad. She must've gotten pretty worked up watching as much as she did. 
>At least this way she got what she needed and you got somepony to clean you up...sorta.
"Excuse me, miss."
>"Sage Brush..." She responds as if she'd been waiting for you to talk to her.
>Wierd.
"Yeah, miss Sage Brush--"
>"--Just Sage..."
"Ok, Sage, do you mind if I ask you a question?"
>"Anything at all..."
>Her brother elbows her shoulder but she just shrugs him off.
"Say you've been best friends with a mare, or uh, a stallion for a while, how would you go about letting them know you like them?"
>Her soft gaze lingers on the pink pony vigorously getting off to her oral satisfaction.
>"I'd probably meet them at a cafe for a coffee and rut..."
>"Sage quit."
>"Shutup Wheat Field!" She pushes him away.
>Pinkie humms as you scratch her ear so you keep scratching it. Her tongue worms behind your left nut making you snicker.
"No I mean like, how would you show them you really like them? You know?"
>She seems to ponder for a moment before leaning forward on the table and licking her lips. 
>"Well, since you asked. I'd make sure I get nice and worked up for our meeting, maybe run a few laps around town since he'd like me nice and dirty."
>You nod and lean in, completely enthralled with her explanation.
>"Then. I'd get him to order me something, a pastry...maybe a cookie."
>Dang Dash kinda did that didn't she?
"Yeah? Then what?"
>Her tone comes back barely louder than a whisper.
>"Then I'd make him sweeten it with his cum and eat it bit by bit while he licks my--"
>"Sage I said quit it!" Her brother swats the back of her head with the menu.
>With a groan and a dopey grin, Pinkie surfaces and wipes her muzzle clear of evidence... with her gooey hoof...then the dry hoof.
>"Yeah, you might wanna not take advice from Sage." She whispers, "She's kinda a pervert."
>Says the mare who just rubbed off while sniffing your nuts in public.
>"But seriously dude, after that I'd get us alone together. Maybe to try something new or something I'd never tried with another stallion...which isn't much." Sage ponders.
>"Not much at all."
>"Heheh!" Pinkie laughs in agreement.
>If Sage's advice was to be taken seriously, it might just fit Dash's profile. 
>Actually...
>Nah.
"Thanks Sage!" You wave bye and she sighs disappointedly before turning to face her brother.
>You can't tear your eyes away as a blush spreads across both yours and Pinkie's faces.
>You reach for your pants and put them on before you have to explain an awkward boner.
"Y-you were done, right?" You stutter amidst the background noises.
>"Yep." Pinkie's still watching. Was that surprise on her face?
>You glance back to see some blueberries being used very creatively on a very embarrassed participant.
"Sheesh. Some ponies man." You zip up your shorts.
>Pinkie wipes the streak of pegasus and human cum from her nose.
>"Yeah man, some ponies."
>Only after interrogating you on your movie night plans does the pink mare trot back to the sales counter, trailing some fresh pheromones.
>You gather yourself and make your way back home.
>Home being the budget apartments at the edge of town.
>As you make your way through the busy streets, you reflect on your first time here.
>It was a bit deceiving how everything looked so normal on the surface, ponies milled about, happily chatting about the weather or whatnot.
>There were very few indications that nearly no one had any shame when it came to their bodily needs.
>The fact that clothing was nonexistent should've tipped you off.
>But it wasn't until one morning a month ago when a certain pegasus mare chose greeting you with her wet lips that you figured out something was up.
>Be it coincidence or lack of awareness, you hadn't seen any overtly sexual acts in public up until that point.
>A lot changed that day.
>For the better too.
>Needless to say that may be why you always felt partial to Dash. She was your first after all.
>What are you talking about?
>You're just friends. Pinkie's gossip is just getting to your head.
>You freeze in your tracks before you walk past the Carousel Boutique.
>You had a few new shirts on order from Rarity and she was the only one who could properly dry clean the delicate shirt you were wearing anyways. Might as well stop in and say hi.
>A short knock precludes your entry.
>"I'll be with you in just a moment!" Comes her sing-song voice from somewhere in the back.
>She seems to be talking to somepony else...probably in the middle of a custom fitting.
"Ok, take your time!" You close the door behind you.
>You take off your sweat-stained shirt while you wait, turning over the damp fabric in your hands.
>A few cyan hairs pop out--vibrant against the maroon background.
>The scent of pegasus sweat starts to tickle your nose.
>She really wasn't that bad. A bit spicy maybe, but with a soft, earthy overtone...what's the word...
>Petrichor. The smell of fresh rain on dry dirt.
>That's it, she smelled like rainy BO.
>You chuckle to yourself. How cool is that?
>The Rainbow pony smells like rain.
>"Anon! I thought that was your voice!"
>You snap out of your trance and fold up the shirt.
"Hey Rarity. Just wanted to stop by and see if my t-shirts were finished?"
>She quirks a brow and smiles.
>"I see you're quite eager to try them on already?"
>You look down at your bare torso.
"Oh, no uhm...I mean yes. I just, this one got a little messy."
>"Oh, quite understandable darling, I can take care of that for you in a snap."
>She reaches for a dry-cleaning tag.
>You hesitate.
"Actually..."
>Don't do it. You're just going to make things weird.
"...it's fine. Just spilled some water on it is all."
>Aw shit you've gone and done it now.
>Your cheeks flush and you feel guilty like you just stole some panties or something.
>It wasn't that bad was it?
>It was just a comforting smell...
>Yeah, no you're a pervert.
>What would she think of you if she found out you were stealing her scent for...whatever it is you plan to do with it?
>Well it wasn't stealing, it was more like pirating.
>And since when have you been into musk?
>"Darling are you alright? I asked if you could follow me back to the fitting room?"
>Did she? You didn't even hear her.
"S-Sorry! Coming!"
>You follow her to the back room and notice another mare you didn't recognize sifting through some articles of clothing.
>"Take a seat Anon." She points to the bench as she trots over to her clothing rack.
>You do as you're told, and enjoy the scenery as she filters through the dozens of finished products.
>Something catches your eye, and you lean over to get a better look.
"Hey, Rarity, is that a plug I see?"
>You point at the glittery item peeking out from under her tail.
>"Oh? This?" She looks back and pulls her tail to the side, presenting her bare pink genitals, complete with a gem-studded butt plug.
>You'd be lying if you said the sight didn't get a rise out of you. 
>Even with how accessible sex is, and how recently you just came, you find yourself rearing to go again.
>"You haven't seen it before? I could've sworn I had it in last time we fornicated."
"Nope, never seen it. It looks nice though!"
>Your other head agrees.
>"Oh how sweet of you darling! I find it makes it easier to entertain company back there."
"Interesting, so do you have different sizes or...?"
>"Mhm!" She nods and unhooks your shirts after finally finding them. 
>She floats them over to you on a blue aura before making her way over to you.
>You start trying on the first shirt as she explains.
>"Most mares start off small and work their way up to a medium size. This is somewhere in between."
>A blue aura drops the item in question into your other hand.
>"I find it keeps me just loose enough that it's not uncomfortable and just tight enough to satisfy."
"That's...very considerate of you."
>You examine the sizable metal spade-like object. It was a lot longer than you thought it'd be, and warmer.
>The polished metal stud is a bit tacky on your fingers as you hand it back to her.
>Rather than take it she just turns around a lifts her tail--revealing the slightly agape cherry red orifice it originated from. 
>"If you would moisten it a bit please..."
>You glance awkwardly at the other mare in the fitting room, she was going about her own business but spares a glance your direction.
>You pop the plug in your mouth and lather it with your tongue before pulling it out like a lollipop and pressing it back in.
>For some reason, the sight of her wrinkled anus stretching to fit the bulb is extremely satisfying.
>Almost as satisfying as it is to feel her plothole clench as you bottom it out and give it a twist.
>"Mgh! Thank you."
>She turns around to check the fit of your shirt.
>"Good. Next one."
>You repeat the process with the next article of clothing, this time a button-up.
>"Why are you interested? Do you want to borrow my training plugs--"
"--No! Ahh, not my cup of tea."
>She smirks. "With how much time you spend with mares I'd say that's not exactly surprising."
"I was just asking because Dash and I...uh."
>"Oh? Rainbow was asking about it?"
>Should've kept your mouth shut. 
>Now she's going to be mad at you for spilling her secret.
"Well, not exactly."
>"Oh do tell dear, is she trying to branch out and try something new?"
>You sigh in defeat.
"Lately she's been asking me to slip some fingers up her plot, but she's been too nervous to try anal. She's coming over tonight for a movie and...aww..."
>Spilled the beans there too dumbass.
>"A movie night? That sounds fun! What time?"
>You rub the back of your neck.
"Around seven...anyways, I was going to see if she wanted to give it a shot."
>"Hmm...that should work with my schedule."
"Rarity."
>"Oh yes, sorry, um...well that's an improvement I suppose."
>She checks the fit of your final shirt and you take it off.
>After a quick glance down at the tent in your trousers, you shuffle out of those as well.
>If she's going to crash your party you're going to crash her ass.
>Rarity levitates over a bottle of lubricant and passes it off to you.
"Wait, an improvement?"
>She looks at you with mild surprise. "Yes, she's always been a bit bashful of her plothole, I'm surprised she's even going as far as talking to you about it."
"Really? Since when?"
>"Since forever darling. As far as I am aware your appendages are the only thing she's let anywhere near her."
"Huh. I had no idea."
>You squeeze the bottle only to find that it's empty. 
"Um...you're out of lube. Do you want to just..."
>She looks over at you as her pert anus distends and pushes out her plug into her waiting hoof.
>"Oh, I could've sworn that was full a week ago." 
>She sighs and leans in, her nose doting around your already sticky tip a few times as her hot breath makes you throb.
>The thoughts filling her mind are a mystery to you as she smells her rainbow friend's scent lathered all over your midsection.
>"In her defense, it's a big step for most mares."
>She takes you into the hilt in one gulp. Her talented tongue escapes her bottom lip to taste your balls.
"Why's that--ngh!"
>The tickle of magic rippling up your gooch jerks your hips forward as you reflexively thrust into Rarity's warm maw.
>The refined mare gags, her eyes squinting as she pulls off in momentary discomfort--a thick string of saliva connecting your member to the back of her tongue.
>"Gah! Ahem!"
>She composes herself and blinks away some tears.
"Sorry!"
>"Whatever for darling?"
>Your turgid spire was slicked with dripping pony spit so you don't waste any more time positioning against one another.
>Rarity lays on the bench next to you and you lean down to hock a wad of spit on her plothole.
>She remembers her train of thought as you massage it in.
>"Well, it's a bit of a trust thing you see. Until you get more experienced like myself, it's rather frightening to feel a cock there...especially if the stallion's a bit driven."
"Yeah, well I don't blame you. You mares are too good to us you know."
>She nods, "Well, I am the element of generosity, and if that's any indication, I would suspect the element of loyalty would need to feel like her relationship is more than a just heated romp before she opens herself up in that way."
>You position your tip against her and start pressing. 
>Her clench immediately relaxes and she lets you pierce her well-trained anus.
"You think so? She's always shied away from those sorts of 'mushy' conversations."
>The unicorn smirks as a forceful thrust sends a jiggle through her rump, "Of course she does. She's always been shy about that sort of thing, but her actions won't lie."
>You smile and give her tail a playful tug as you come to a stop buried balls deep in her plothole.
"So you think she's hinting at something?"
>Her magic tickles your back door and forces you to thrust quite forcefully into her.
>She snickers as you fall back to a steady rhythm, "I don't think the only reason she's broaching the topic with you is because of your magic fingers, I'll put it that way."
"But why not, she's always-ngh! Talking about how great they are!"
>You reach down between her hindlegs to grope her squishy teats.
>"Oh dear, you still don't understand how mares work."
>She readjusts to lay on her back, spreading her legs and giving you a glimpse of her winking clit.
>"I think you should be focusing more on how you plan on popping her plot cherry."
>You grab her thigh and push back into her rectum, your balls tucking nicely into her dock.
"What is there to plan?"
>"Oh all sorts of things! If you handle a brand-new mare like you're handling me you might just scare her into next week!"
>You pause.
>"...Please keep going, I'm far from fragile."
>You continue to buttfuck.
"Ok so take it slow, what else?"
>She sighs, "I'm afraid sex has lost its intimate appeal in today’s culture."
>You move your other hand to get a better grip on her hips; she moves it back to her teats.
>"This is a trust exercise between you two, you can't take it lightly or else you'll alienate her."
"I'm not taking it lightly I lll...like her!"
>Why did you slur your L like you were indecisive about your word choice?
>"I know you do, Anon, and that's why we're having this conversation."
>Her forehoof touches your hand and makes you pause, "Just calm down and let me help you."
>Calm down. 
>You are calm.
>Heavy breathing, the sweat on your brow, and the froth of fuck juices piled up on Rarity's flushed red anus say otherwise.
>You didn't take the situation between you and Dash lightly. She may be a tough cookie to crack but she had a soft, gooey interior that was very fragile indeed.
>...so...so gooey
>"Anon, are you listening?"
"Yes!"
>She quirks a brow but continues anyways, "Alright, listen. Every mare is different. How you work up to it is something only you two can figure out, but I can show you a few tricks that will make her happy with her rut."
>Rarity has your attention back immediately. 
"I'm all ears!"
>"Good." She readjusts and tucks her hindlegs to her abdomen. Her tract immediately loosens up and you find yourself sink suddenly to the hilt with the resistance mostly gone.
>"Holding her legs up like this will make it easier for her to pass you...as I'm sure you can tell."
>You give a few experimental thrusts and notice your dick sinks into her slick butthole almost as easily as it did her pussy.
"Whoa! Yeah, that's a lot smoother."
>She nods, "She'll barely be able to clench so she'll feel very vulnerable if you do this. If it's the only way she'll take you, be gentle with her."
>You nod, feeling some burden of responsibility with this newfound power of sorts.
>"For your first time I'd also recommend you do away with the humping motion; rather, just stay inside her so she can get used to the sensation."
>She uses magic to freeze your hips as you hilt, keeping you balls deep as you throb against her warmth.
>"Thrusting creates friction, friction creates heat which will dry her out and cause her most sensitive parts to chafe. It may not be the most stimulating for you but she'll definitely appreciate your patience."
>You reach down to stream her messy tail between your legs, her winking seems to have tapered off so you graciously circle her clit to work her up again.
>She moans as her lips twitch and expel a drop of crystal-clear juice.
"How can I tell if she's enjoying it?"
>Her sphincter clenches around your cock root and forces you to flare deep in her butt.
>"She'll let you know." Rarity responds with a flushed smile.
>"Now, for a bit of extra credit you can rub on a hot spot most mares have."
>Her hindlegs clamp around your waist as she circles her rump around your piercing flesh.
>"Right...around...there!" She grunts and clenches hard.
>You feel your member pushing towards the back of her tract, the underside of your rod rubbing against a particularly noticeable bump.
>Interesting.
>"A few dozen nudges against that will be enough to finish even the most experienced of mares."
>Rarity takes it upon herself to rub it against you as she groans.
>Her marehood leaks against your pubes.
>Sticky strings squelch lewdly as they span between her muff and your crotch. 
>If the matron of sex herself was having this much fun you can't help but imagine what Dash's virgin reaction will be.
>You still remember the expression on her face when you were able to hit her G-Spot and finger her clit at the same time.
>Apparently, she'd never had that done before.
>You've never gotten so many happy pony kisses in your life.
>That was a fun day, and not just because of the sex.
>What you'd give to experience something like that again.
>To feel her tremble and squeal, unable to express anything but pleasure.
>To see the look of submissive content in her magenta eyes as she leans in to lick your face.
>To feel her hot breath and soft fur in all the right places as she snuggles up against you without a care in the world.
>Your joints strain and your cock swells as the physical manifestation of your emotions surfaces rather explosively in Rarity's plot.
"Ahh...Dash..."
>All you can feel is the seed flowing from you--into the hole that's so graciously milking you for all you're worth.
>The sound of giggling finally convinces you to open your eyes.
>You see the other mare in the fitting room lounged against the back wall, a juice-slick coat hanger prodding at her clenching labia.
>She's obviously been enjoying the show.
>"Hehehe! Sorry Rarity, I'm afraid you're not getting any gratitude from this one."
>Rarity just smiles, "Oh it doesn't bother me any, Coco. It's actually kind of cute don't you think?"
"Who? What are you talking about?"
>The daze of pleasure almost made you forget where you were at...and who you were in.
>The mare apparently named Coco just hums in agreement and stirs at her cleft some more, "I was kinda hoping you'd leave some stamina in him for me."
>The pearly unicorn releases her hold on your hips, letting you slide out and uncork the dam of cum that gushes from her rectum.
>A sizable wet spot on your lower belly--adjacent to her marehood a moment ago--told you she found the relief she was looking for.
>"Sorry but I'm afraid to say there's not much left in him after that little daydream!"
>She moves to clean up.
"What daydream, what are you talking about?" You...didn't say her name out loud did you?
>"Oh that's just adorable!" Coco squees, "Would you be a gentlecolt and lend me a hoof?"
"Uh...I guess."
>The two grinning mares are enjoying their little secret too much to let you in on it.
>You sigh and walk over to her, your post-ejection erection dripping a mix of clear and white cum.
>Her eyes gleam as she spreads her legs and watches you guide down into her messy, musky hole.
>Soft labia squelch as you part them with your naked, slimy penis. 
"Not sure how much longer this'll last."
>"Oh don't you worry stud, I'll be there in jippy!"
>You press back into another warm hole, this one much squishier and wetter than Rarity's plot.
>A decent bit looser too.
>A myriad of glistening juices pile up on her lips as you hilt, but all you can think about is what was going through your head in that last moment of climax.
>"Mmm...there's still so much cum."
>She grabs your hips and slouches farther against the wall as she gyrates against you.
>You make sure she's on cruise control before letting your thoughts wander.
>Did you really feel that strongly about Dash? Or was she just your favorite fuck?
>Regardless of what you think you find yourself loosing temper.
>You lean in to Coco's muzzle and meet her in a deep tongue kiss. 
>Your thoughts race to this morning, and the feeling of Rainbow snickering as you tasted her happy smile.
>The taste of her mouth was different; it's shape: narrower. The rainbow mare's movements were excited and happy, rather than lusty--a difference you could tell as you kissed the horny earth mare.
>The pegasus always licked at your tongue like it was a reward in itself too, rather than simply dodge around it.
>"Oooh!" 
>The pony you're rutting against the wall screams and jerks wildly, her hindlegs twitch as a warm rush of stringy fluid sprays out of her cleft and across the floor--expelling your now limp dick in an audible queef.
>Good timing.
>You weren't going to keep her going much longer...especially not with how much perfume she was wearing.
>You find yourself longing for the pure, earthy scent of your friend; in anything just to relax against and enjoy the afterglow.
>Her wingpits always smelled like rain.
>"Oh Celestia that was good! Thank you, Anon."
>Her slick muzzle sucks another kiss from your lips before she slumps to her hooves. 
>Back to reality, Anon.
"No problem, Coco. It was nice to meet you. I haven't seen you around here before, are you friends with Rarity?"
>"Only the best of friends!" Rarity responds from the other side of the room.
>She's still trying to dry her plothole with a rag.
>You put on your new button up first, before Coco cordially pulls you to the bathroom to wash off her mess.
>Her soft hooves hand you a wet rag before she wets one of her own and starts wiping down her crotch.
>"Sorry about that I haven't squirted on a cock in months!"
"Don't apologize, I'm just surprised I could work it out of you going soft like that."
>She giggles and flushes, "Heh, don't sell yourself short hot stuff!"
>You finish cleaning yourselves and Coco grabs a dry towel to dry off. She flosses it between her hindlegs before hoofing it to you.
>You almost swap it for a fresh towel, but offending her wasn't worth the risk.
>It'd still be the cleanest you've been of mare cunt all day. 
>You file out of the bathroom and finish dressing before heading for the door just as a stallion and his marefriend walk in clearly looking to do business.
"Well, I won't keep you any longer. Thanks again for all the advice, Rarity!"
>You take a knee and give the mare a hug before pulling back to plant a lingering kiss on her mouth.
>She was a good friend and definitely lived up to her reputation as the element of generosity.
>She smiles and wipes her lips.
>"Anytime dear. Have fun tonight!"
>You sigh as you make your way back to your apartment. 
>Today did not go as planned.
>Not that you had any particular plans for it, but it still didn't work out how you would've liked. 
>Normally, nothing could keep a grin off your face after mating three mares in an hour, but your thoughts wouldn't allow you a peaceful moment.
>Mainly because you'd single handedly scuttled your plans for tonight.
>It was supposed to just be you and Rainbow.
>A good old-fashioned popcorn and movie-style shindig.
>The kind that made you reminisce of the few childhood sleepovers you had with friends. 
>Somehow the added company could turn your unremarkable basement and boring videogames into a whole new exciting adventure.
>And that's what you felt when Dash was around.
>She really came out of her shell when she was alone with you, and that was fun.
>She made life exciting again. 
>But with the whole slew of ponies showing up, it wasn't going to be like that.
>There wouldn't be any snuggles under the blanket, or shared bowls of popcorn, or dramatic leaps forward in sexual experience and trust.
>She'd never allow such a strike on her reputation. 
>There'd be other mares, sure. Others that would be more than amenable with whatever you could dream up, but...you didn't want that. 
>Why is it that human greed is never satisfied?
>You could have all the mare puss in the world lined up in front of you and still wish for more.
>But you don't want more, you want less.
>You just want to spend some quality time with your best friend...is that so wrong?
>"Anon!"
>Your eyes snap to a diminutive young dragon blocking your path.
"Spike!" You respond with mock astonishment.
>"Twilight's...are you mocking me?"
"No."
>"Twilight told me to tell you that she knows what you don't know and didn't know if you knew that she knew what you don't know and is willing to help."
"...So is that a question, or..."
>"Just come on she wants to talk!"
"Uhh...are you sure she's not tangled up in another violating vine spell and needs me to come untangle her?"
>"No not this time."
>What is this cryptic nonsense?
"Fine, but only because you almost passed out asking me."
>To be honest, the princess of friendship was a bit exhausting.
>If it wasn't some sort of experiment or inspection, it was some other perverted stunt disguised as an experiment or inspection.
>It's like she couldn't just ask for dick.
>Spike leads the way and you follow along.
>You had a few hours before seven anyways, and you might get some fresh ideas along the way.
>What could go wrong?
"You know, I don't think that's what she actually said."
>He quirks a brow at you.
>"I think you forgot what she said and remembered bits and pieces that somehow fit together in a coherent sentence and then refused to admit it knowing I'd probably just count it as one of Twilight's inane ramblings."
>He just huffs and looks forward.
>You really shouldn't be such a dick.
>And you wouldn't be, except that whenever he got horny he really turned into some soulless pussymonger.
>Other ponies tolerated it, but you didn't take that shit.
>And he definitely was not going to touch Dash.
>...
>Stop thinking about her.


>To her credit, Twilight wasn't wrapped up in a tentacle monster or experimenting with a futa spell.
>The purple book horse was actually reading a book when you walked in.
>"Anon! So glad Spike found you!"
"What's up Twi, you needed to talk?"
>You look around cautiously, ready to run at the first sign of perverted mischief.
>"I do actually, you see, I just got this new text in from the Canterlot archives and I was hoping you could lend a...hand."
>She had to think about that last bit.
>She was pretty thoughtful.
>And a good friend.
>Maybe you shouldn't be so hard on the mare.
"I've got an hour or so, what do you need me to..."
>You get close enough to read the title on the spine of the archaic looking book.
>'Erotic Whispers of the Equine Form'
>Should've known.
>"Well, see I'm on this section about interspecies sex cues and you're really the only male of another species I'm comfortable experimenting with and--"
"--Hold on. First off: I'm happy that you're comfortable experimenting on me...I guess." 
>The purple unicorn beams a radiant grin.
"Second: If this experiment involves magic tendrils tickling my taint I am going to walk the fuck out of here so fast!--"
>"--I promised you I wouldn't try that again!"
"You also promised not to grow a dick in the middle of sex but look what happened last time!"
>"That was important research! I needed to see if simultaneous orgasm was possible with post-coital magic manipulations! Besides, you were taking me from behind and didn't even notice!"
"Well I noticed the half liter of your pony jizz that stained my carpet. I think it's safe to say you owe me a nice normal, dickless, pleasant evening."
>She turns back to her book slightly miffed, "Well I had planned a nice normal, dickless, pleasant meeting, for your information."
>Aww, now she's all pouty and upset.
>You kneel down and pinch her cute cheeks.
"You're an adorable little princess but I already finished twice this afternoon and I'm spent."
>She quirks a brow.
>"Yeah I know. I'm not trying to rut you."
>Wait what?
>"My brother was the one who brought the book down for me and he left me a bit sore."
>That explains the perpetually horny mare being unusually celibate, but how did she know?
"How did you know?"
>She snorts at your shocked expression and kisses your nose.
>Her warm lips feel refreshingly moist and affectionate, and it proves she's not actually mad at you.
>"Really? 'Movie night at Anon's house' is practically the talk of the town."
>Oh shit.
"How!?"
>"You thought you could talk about a party around Pinkie and she wouldn't catch on?" Twilight smiles knowingly. 
"It's not even a party, it was supposed to just be me and Dash and...don't give me that look!"
>Twilight's bemused smirk and judgmental gaze seem to pick you apart.
>"I'm not giving you any look."
"Yes you are! You all think it's some sort of budding romance but we just wanted to hang out alone for a bit like we have a thousand times before!"
>"You all?" She perks an ear.
"Yeah, Rarity gave me the same look. And Coco Pommel, but that might've just been her horny face I don't know I just met her."
>"Two mares in one morning and all you can think about is tonight with Rainbow?"
"Three, I was getting off with Dash when I spoke with Pinkie."
>She just smirks wider and blinks.
"Ok that sounds bad, the truth is we've been working on something together that she's a bit shy about and tonight was supposed to be a big step in that but...whatever!"
>That sounds worse.
>"Hey, look on the bright side. Pinkie hasn't extended any invitations on your behalf...yet...that I know of." She rubs her jaw with her hoof.
"Great. I guess."
>You sigh.
>You still have all the ponies you invited you blundering idiot.
>You feel a hoof on your shoulder.
>"Hey, you two are best friends, I'm sure she'll understand."
>You collapse onto your back next to her; defeated.
"I hope so."
>"Now lets get to experimenting, I think you'll find it more interesting than you expected."
"Why do you say that?"
>"No reason. Let's get started! Paragraph one: The hooves are an often overlooked part of the arousal matrix, especially with non-equine partners..."
>Her voice is so light and happy, how does it put you to sleep so fast?
>Your fingers sift through the carpet as the mare drones on next to you.
>This feels like new carpet.
>Nice carpet.
>Lush.
>Heheh, like Dash's breast tuft.
>"Anon!"
>Your eyes snap open.
>"The next time you fall asleep I'm going to magic myself a penis and teabag you!"
"Alright, I used that term one time--"
>"--As you were dangling your testes in my face."
"...Y-yes, but that doesn't mean you can go around using that word and scarring ponies with the sight of your abnormally large magical balls."
>You hold eye contact for a moment.
>"My point still stands."
"Ok I'll stay awake! Geez!"
>You roll over to face her as she continues reading, your free hand idly combs through her mane to straighten it.
>She had the nerdiest mane style.
>"Ok now it says here that the three things most species don't understand about the pegasus are body language, scent, and intimate behavior."
"Pegasus? I thought you were an alicorn?"
>Her eyes shift uncomfortably, "I am, but...I'm reading up on my acquired pegasi traits."
>Interesting.
>"Here."
>She places a forehoof near your face.
"What?"
>"Take my hoof!"
>You take hold of the purple hoof awkwardly.
>Her eyes scan the page in front of her nose.
>"Now start rubbing from the base of the frog upwards."
>Your thumbs start working the soft, spongy pad, one digit on either side of the cleft in her frog.
>It feels squishy and rubbery. 
>Rubbing hooves would be a good replacement for squeezing those stress ball things.
>Much to your surprise it makes her squirm. 
>"Ooohohohooo...that's good."
"Is it?"
>You watch her face melt with relaxation as you knead her underhoof.
>For the equivalent of a foot, it was surprisingly clean.
>You mix it up and start digging around the edge of her frog with your thumb tips.
>Her foreleg jerks as if you were tickling her, but she doesn't try to keep it from you.
>"I never knew your fingers could do this...ahhhh..."
>You massage her pad until it's nice and pink, then move on to her other hoof.
>She rolls over to give it to you.
>Splayed on her back, it's quite obvious how soothing the experience is.
>And arousing.
>Her wings begging to unfurl as you finish up.
"Twilight?" She cracks open an eye, "Is this part of the body language thing?"
>"Huh? Oh, yes. Umm...when a mare's wings unfurl it means she's let her guard down in your presence."
"Her guard? What is every mare paranoid or something?"
>"No, well, yes...sort of."
>You reach out and grab her hind hoof to massage it while she continues explaining.
>"Pegasi are more, shall we say, primal creatures. They tend to be more combative and reserved which is why they aren't always the most amenable when you approach them for a rut."
"That's not my experience."
>"Well how many pegasi have you had intercourse with?"
"Three, four if you count the one that gave me a muzzlejob."
>"And how well did you know them?"
"Well, uh, Dash, Fluttershy, wait do you count?"
>"No Alicorns aren't exactly the same when it comes to temperament."
>Then why is she studying the pegasus section? 
>Never mind.
"Uhh...ok, Dash brought over Fleetfoot when she learned I hadn't done a threesome, and I honestly don't remember who that mare was that sucked me off at Haypatty Paradise."
>Twilight nods, "There's always outliers, but you and Dash...pretty close there I'd say."
>You blush and look away.
"I'd say so yeah."
>"Fluttershy knows you well."
>You nod.
>"And Fleetfoot most likely had sex with you because she trusted Dash's judgement. I'm guessing it wasn't just a quick rut?"
"No, it was a whole ordeal. The three of us got dinner together, then we came back and talked for an hour. I just remember her being really kissy and she kept trying to show off her wings or something."
>"Pegasi kiss for intimacy whereas most unicorns and earth ponies kiss for utility."
"Utility?" You lean up and peck her lips. 
>Tastes like book horse and coffee.
>She smirks, "I'll admit it's pretty fun too, but what's really neat is why it's fun."
>Oh here we go.
>"The sharing of saliva has long been understood to function as a bolster of the immune system, which is of great benefit to close communities."
>You nod, then lean in to smooch her rambling lips.
>You're going to keep this up until she stops.
>She barely pauses.
>"For decades researches couldn't understand why ponies only manifested this behavior with friends and acquaintances, until one stallion by the name of Co-thpth!--"
--*smooch
>"...discovered that the carrying capacity of the immune system was too small to safely proffer oral intimacy with more than twenty to thirty ponies at a-tthp!--"
--*smooch 
"...time so-mmleh!--"
--*smooch
>"...Listen! This is where it gets interesting!"
>You lean back and watch her explain with an amused expression. 
>"Most ponies' natural instinct makes them uncomfortable kissing outside of this number, but pegasi have a weaker immune system than most due to their hollow bone structure. This means they need lots of supplemental help while simultaneously being limited to only a hoofull of oral partners."
"Supplemental help?"
>You peck her now wet lips in the brief interlude and she snorts playfully.
>"It means they need a steadier immune stimulant to keep their white blood cell count up."
"In laypony's terms?"
>"They need to kiss more frequently with a few partners that they choose very carefully, which is why they've evolved to see it as intimate rather than a simple greeting."
>That would explain why Dash was always strangely exuberant and diligent to get her smooches, and why Fluttershy was strangely devoid of oral expressions. 
>You were part of Dash's kissy group and not Fluttershy’s. 
>That was actually pretty cool. 
>You should talk to book princess more often. 
"So ponies naturally regulate their number of smooching buddies by what, instinct?"
>"Yep! Most of the time it manifests as whether or not we feel comfortable with it."
"Wait, so you had to stop kissing somepony else to start kissing me?"
>She chuckles.
>"Hahaha! No, but I can say Rainbow hasn't once touched my muzzle since you've shown up."
>Huh.
>"Oh and when Fleetfoot was 'showing off her wings,' that was probably just her strutting."
>The pregnant pause draws your inquisitive eyes to hers.
>You stare at her and drop her hoof.
"Is making people ask you questions your fetish or something?"
>Twilight tucks her ears; her only response is her growing blush.
"Oh my god. Fine!"
>You collect yourself and lean in to press your lips to her furry ones. Your tongue darts in to pry the sharp edges of her front teeth--tasting her breath as much as the flavor of her coffee. You kiss away the string of spit before you pull away. 
"Oh princess...I'm desperate for an answer only your infinite wisdom can bestow."
>Her eyes waver a bit as your hand strokes across the sensitive skin of her wingpit.
>Was this actually turning her on?
>You cup her cheek and lean in to playfully bite her neck; then up, nibbling her jaw...farther, to whisper in her ear.
"What's the definition of strutting?"
>You drift over to nibble behind her ear, only to catch a bit of her stray mane on your tongue.
>Your joke comes back to bite you on the ass, or more accurately, the tongue as the aroused mare registers your satirical dirty talk as legitimate.
>Her muzzle burrows into your smacking maw as her sloppy tongue swirls with yours amidst strands of stray mane.
"Twalot! Stahh!"
>She pulls away, panting heavily as her magic unbuttons your new shirt.
>You pull her mane from your mouth and hers and push a finger to her muzzle to hold her back before she can dive in.
>She just starts sucking on your finger.
"Ok, a few things."
>She sucks down on it like a lollipop and you can't hide your tired boner.
"One. No." You pull your finger free with a wet...
*pop!
"Two. I like you but your breath smells like coffee."
>That seems to snap her back into her wits enough that she pauses to smell her breath.
"Three. That doesn't really bother me but I need to save some stamina for Dash tonight, even if nothing happens. Lastly: I actually don't know what you mean by strutting."
>At this she sighs dejectedly.
>Ok maybe that was too harsh.
>Especially since you started it, sorta.
"Ok ok ok, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. Let's just...keep going through this stuff and I'll see what I can do for you."
>She perks up a bit.
>"You mean you want to keep going through 'Erotic Whispers--"
"'--of the Equine Form' yes! I'll play along with your fantasy but only because it's actually educational and I'm keeping my clothes on!"
>She smiles excitedly and looks away.
>"Well, it's more educational than fantasy and I am supposed to teach you about..."
>She trails off and stares at you wide eyed.
"What?"
>"I-I meant uh...this is part of your Equestrian indoctrination-uhh...induction curriculum." Her eyes dart around nervously. "Yeah."
>You thought you'd seen the last of that horrid program since you've adjusted to life here.
>Half of it was learning how to hold a fork right, which apparently was like an ice pick according to Equestrian customs. 
>Still, you're not sure which verbal slip up to be concerned with. 
>Must just be her being her awkward self.
"Whatever, just promise to let me know if you're going to squirt so I don't ruin my new shirt. Okay?"
>She smiles excitedly. "Sure thing! Now where were we?"
"Pegasus habits. The threesome with Dash and Fleet, she kept spreading her wing when I'd lean into her."
>You took a heck of a detour.
>"Oh right! So pegasi kiss for intimacy, and when they establish with a new partner they need to do it a lot to make sure their partner imprints on them."
"Hence why she tried to kiss me every thirty seconds."
>"Yes, and as far as strutting goes, that ties neatly into the second most misunderstood aspect of pegasi intimacy..."
>She bites her lip and looks at you.
>Dear Celestia you were actually doing this.
"And what's that, miss Twilight?" You whisper against her lips as you nuzzle her nose.
>She shudders as she nuzzles back into your touch.
>A hoof suddenly hooks around your neck to pull your cheek against hers.
>Her wing flares as her tongue tickles its way to your ear lobe.
>"Scent." She breathes.
>Interesting.
"What does scent have to do with anything?"
>One hand scratches behind her ear while the other runs up the leading edge of her erect wing.
>Her hindlegs grind together a bit.
>"Everything. Especially for the pegasus."
>You plant a wet kiss on her mouth amidst the pause.
>Eyes linger on the wetness left on each other's lips. Whether it was the lively mare or secondhand caffeine you were starting to feel more alert.
>You fingers sift through her silken feathers.
>You'd always admired wings, they were really beautiful in the right light.
>Dash's wings were a good bit bigger and a lot stronger, but just as smooth.
>If you had a fetish, this might just be one of them.
>No. Your protesting erection needs a break.
>"The scent of a stallion, his pheromones, are so crucial to the mating process that some mares have been known to become unable to be aroused when their mate switches scented shampoos."
"Really? That's kinda...weird."
>Twilight leans in to dip her muzzle behind your ear, sniffing audibly. "Weird or not, the more you understand it the more you'll be able to use it to turn a mare into putty."
>Ok, this was starting to get you a little heated. 
>It was one thing if it was a common kink, but the fact that it was some primal aphrodisiac brought a whole new level of sexy to the encounter.
"Keep going..."
>You can almost hear her smile as her nose trails down your neck and under the collar of your shirt.
>Short puffs of air tickle your bare skin.
>She surfaces with a glossy look in her eye.
>"The condition mostly affects a certain tribe of pegasi, it's another evolutionary holdover from having to find and successfully mate their partners in the dark of a sealed nest in harsh winters."
>This nerd speak was pretty hot, actually.
"Why are pegasuses so w-weird?"
>You were too ashamed to admit weird wasn't exactly the word you'd use to describe it.
>Twilight moves down your chest, unbuttoning your top button with dexterous lips and sniffing across your exposed chest.
>"It's a bit extreme perhaps, but hardly unique. In fact..."
>Her tongue flicks at your nipple.
>No boner, you're doing this for her, not you.
>"...a lot of ponies seek out pegasus partners because of that simple trait."
>You shiver as she licks up your sternum.
"How have I never heard about this?"
>"It's something that appeals to a certain group. It tends to make things more drawn out and intimate and leads to a commitment beyond the casual encounter many are looking for."
>That sounds strangely appealing, almost like an echo of your own thoughts.
>Dammit you're not in love with her.
"All that because of a nosy nose?"
>"Not exactly, it also pairs with a tendency to become territorial."
>You try to connect the dots as Twilight's tongue connects the space between your nipples. 
"Wait, so could that be why Dash and Fleet got into an argument over who would get my creampie."
>Twilight nods as the full memory comes back.
>"The added sexual selectivity pegasi exhibit make them inherently more territorial than any earth pony or unicorn; which is also probably why they each insisted on being inseminated."
"I just thought it was strange because Dash never complained about me cumming outside of her before."
>"Were you here only partner during those instances?"
>Were you? There were other mares present, but they all sort of kept their distance.
>Wow.
>They were probably keeping their distance because Dash was a pegasus.
>And pegasi were territorial. 
>That's why nopony ever tried to butt in between you and Dash when you were going at it.
>That's why Pinkie waited until Dash flew off to get her fill this morning.
>That's why Rarity hesitated for a moment when she smelled Dash's juices on you. 
"Yeah, I was."
>You stare at her, shocked.
>The princess just gives you a smug, 'bet you didn't know that' look.
>"I love teaching you about mares." She coos.
>You have no doubt.
>Your hand trails down her side, across her belly and down to her spongy teats to softly grope them
"And so the whole strutting thing is territorial...like uh, posturing?"
>"You learn quick!"
>She pops another button with magic.
"Ah ah, remember our agreement?"
>She blushes and furrows her brow.
>"I um...was thinking that I could edge you, you know for later?"
"What do you mean?"
>"Just so you're ready to go tonight with Dash."
"Well I mean nothing's going to happen with half the neighborhood watching--"
>"A mare has needs Anon! And it's not satisfying when you're all covered up like this!"
>That was quite the outburst.
>You sigh. 
"Twilight I already told you I don't want to have sex!"
>"And I already told you we're not going to! There's plenty left to learn and if you want to refill those balls faster than a snail’s pace you better take those clothes off!"
>And there it is.
>The kinky nerd comes out to play.
"Ok, but I swear if you make me cum you're going to be the one explaining to Dash why I can't get it up."
>She smiles mischievously, "Oh don't you worry about that."
>This concerns you.
>Nevertheless, you fearlessly face the unknown, placing your folded garments on the couch before returning to the rug next to her.
>"Alright, I already talked to you about scent and pegasi, now it's my guess that Fleetfoot was expecting you to smell her which is why she raised her wing every time you leaned in."
"Yeah, and I didn't because that would be weird."
>"Anon! I know our culture is different to you but if you want to really leave a lasting impression on a mare you have to leave the sidelines!"
>You sigh in defeat.
"Ok, what do I do then?"
>"The next time you see her lift her wing, nuzzle her wingpit."
"I'm pretty sure it was a one time thing and even so that's literally the last thing I want to do."
>"Just shutup and practice while I read what comes next!" She raises her wing and uses her magic to force your head into her wingpit.
>Ok, maybe it wasn't the last thing you wanted to do.
>But it wasn't the first thing.
>It's just so dark and...soft and feathery.
>You could feel the plush down feathers of her underwing cushioning your face like a plush blanket, and the sparse fur of her body was thin enough to feel her clammy skin shine through underneath it.
>It smelled like sweat and Twilight.
>Not as good as sweat and Dash, but not bad.
>Realistically, it's probably the third or fourth thing you wanted to do.
>What the fuck are you thinking?
>You can't actually be into this, can you?
>"Now it says here, upon the obvious acceptance of a partner's scent, the mare will likely reciprocate in a positive feedback loop of cuddly imprinting that can last anywhere from a few seconds to several hours."
"It says that!?"
>"It emphasizes obvious acceptance."
"This isn't obvious to you?"
>You rest your head in her wingpit, not because you wanted to but because it was sorta of warm and comfortable.
>"How do I know you accept me and aren't just tolerating me?"
"Uh...because I haven't left the room?"
>"Come on Anon! You don't have a lot of time left and we still have the next page to get through!"
"Ok!"
>You grab hold of her and audibly sniff across the expanse of her wingpit.
>Coincidentally, you erection throbs and pokes her in the teats.   
>She looks down at your penis with some shock.
>"Fascinating! I had no idea the appeal of pheromones crossed species boundaries!"
"Twilight that's not...agh!"
>Honestly it might be. 
>There's no other explanation for why such a thing turned you on. 
"Ok now what!"
>"Well, a response like that will likely expedite things, but otherwise this would continue until you both decide to move on."
>The mare licks her lips before lifting your arm and burying her muzzle in your armpit.
"This book is BS Twi! I've never seen any pegasi do this!"
>"Well, you never know. It's a delicate exchange and it won't happen if you don't know how to read them."
>She shifts farther down to aggressively huff the musk from your crotch.
>"Besides, discouraging this behavior is the last thing you should ever do if you value the relationship...or want it to progress."
>You stroke her horn as her muzzle nudges under your sack.
"What do you mean, progress?"
>You feel her twitching nose drift lower down your gooch.
>That tickles.
>"If you want to make her your marefriend."
>You try to convince yourself its not her words that make you blush.
"What makes you think I'd want a pegasus marefriend?"
>Rather than wait for her to egg you on, you take the initiative.
>You grab one hindleg and hoist it up to expose her pretty princess bits.
>Her moist nether lips were a bit swollen from the beating her brother had given her, but apart from that they looked just as scrumptious as you remembered. 
>She was a decent bit pudgier down there, her teats and cheeks had some heft behind them that always made the most satisfying clapping sound when you went at it. 
>Your nose tickles the thin fur of her inner thigh; her fur grows warmer and her humid scent grows stronger until it plateaus in the damp crevice that held her meaty lips.
>You nudge her spongy labia as you take in her scent. 
>Like pussy with a hint of lavender.
>You really wish your boner would listen to you and stop twitching at the most inopportune times.
>All it did was reinforce her misunderstanding that this whole thing was a turn on. 
>A warm muzzle presses against your erection, then a cheek--Twilight's horn pokes your leg as she rubs her face against your junk. 
"Twilight?"
>The fluttering of her twitching dock snags your attention.
>For a brief moment, the sight of her twitching plothole and winking clit captivates you.
"Twilight!"
>She snaps her head up to meet your gaze with a hazy look.
>It makes you feel a bit more confident.
"How does sex work when you have a m-marefriend?"
>"I don't know what you mean, Anon."
>She levitates the book in front of her face while letting her muzzle wander.
>Her lips nibble at the loose skin of your balls and she draws in a few sharp breaths before licking the base of your cock.
>You see no harm in it, you've got stamina to spare. 
>As her slender tongue idly wraps around the root of your penis, your finger probes her slimy slit to massage her clit.
>Her dexterous lips make you throb and a bead of pre runs down your upright length as you grit your teeth.
"Do you stop having sex with other ponies or..."
>She licks up your drip without a second thought.
>"It depends on the couple I guess...hmm...have you been eating pineapple?"
>She smacks her mouth before her warm, wet tongue makes another aimed pass right at your urethral slit.
"Agh! Yes I have, what do you mean it depends!"
>You don't know why but you really needed an answer to this question.
>Her hind hooves curl as you isolate her wrinkly bean.
>"Ngh...Interesting. Here's something related to your question." She goes back to reading, "It says that the more bonded the pegasus is with you, the more likely they'll want to mark you." 
"Mark me? What like territory?"
>"Precisely! The probability of marking behavior manifesting is directly proportional to the degree of attachment and the number of competitive mating opportunities." She reads straight from the book.
>You trace your fingertip along the inside of her slick lip, circling her opening like a shark circling its prey.
"So do you feel your pegasus side chomping at the bit to pee on me?"
>She looks at you perplexed.
>"Why in the world would I do that?"
"I thought you just said..."
>"Hahahahaha! No silly, that's a totally different kind of marking! Besides, you're my friend not my coltfriend!"
>That's a relief.
>"Though I suppose if you wanted me to--"
"--No that's fine!"
>She jerks again and you isolate that touchy spot just inside her slit with a circling finger.
>Her tongue swipes your glans out of appreciation.
>"Marking refers to a broad set of behaviors that span the spectrum of bodily contact from nuzzling up to but not including reflexive urination..." She trails off as she finishes the sentence.
"Looks like you're not as in touch with your pegasus side as you thought."
>You snicker and dip just inside to poke her urethral opening.
>She blushes.
>"Well I never said I was an expert on this stuff!"
"I suppose not."
>"Anyways, it says that all forms of marking are done with the intent to imbue the scent of one onto the other such that their spectrum of willing sexual partners diminishes."
"That seems a little selfish."
>And a really cute.
>"A mare will do this to a stallion she wants to breed with so that he has no choice but to return to her repeatedly for sexual release."
>Also a little manipulative.
"So if you pee on me that makes me less appealing to other mares, who would've thought?"
>"I'm not going to pee on you! But, yes it seems to be another behavior that the mare isn't consciously aware of, hence the use of 'reflexive.'"
"It's not hard to believe you mares have no clue what you're doing."
>She stops nuzzling your cock to shoot you a glare.
"I'm kidding!"
>"Marking is a very broad category of activities, and as a human you need to be patient with her and let her instincts take hold."
"Ok."
>"So I suppose, to answer your question. Sex is a lot like marking. Different couples come to different agreements on when and how they want to rut."
>Wait.
"I don't think that's what I meant."
>Her cock licking slows as her brow puzzles.
"Do you stop having sex with others when you're in a romantic relationship or not?"
>"Oh! That depends on the couple, commonly they'll limit their sexual activities to mutual friends."
"That's...interesting."
>"Of course, if you're asking about pegasi in particular, their territorial tendencies only increase with further commitment, and because pegasi are so matriarchal, the mare will usually at the very least refuse insemination from anyone other than their mate..."
>She trails off suggestively, then lolls out her slender tongue to slowly lick your tip.
>Your heart soars a bit.
>And that confuses you.
>Why was that such good news, it's not like you cared if Dash got creamed by other guys or not?
>And why did she even come to mind when Twilight mentioned the word, mate?
>Either way you're more excited for tonight, and that's a good reason to wrap up this little study session.
>You sit up and sprawl over the lounged princess; you close the book and pin both hooves above her head.
>"W-What are you doing?"
"You said to let your instincts take hold, you can't do that if you're reading instructions from a book."
>"But it's valuable informat-mmmh"
>You meet her muzzle tip in a kiss, laying your erection between her fatty teats.
>A brief swirl later, you pull away--your tongue the last to leave her sucking kiss.
*muah!
"I think you taught me enough to push your buttons, princess."
>You nibble down her jaw, jumping to her neck, then her legpit.
>"Haha! It seems you do!"
>She jumps at the sensation but quickly realizes the appetite for her scent was at least partially genuine.
>At least, the exuberant nuzzling and rise in her heartrate told her so.
>She moans and presses into you, her hindlegs push off the carpet to sandwich her teats against your cock.
>Her saliva smears into the plush fur of her mounds and leaves her nipples sensitive as it wicks away.
>Your positions slowly evolve as you make your way from her legpit to her wingpit as you massage her trailing feathers.
>"Oooh you're really taking my lesson seriously."
>Slowly, you drag your tongue across her short patch of thin fur, tasting the salty skin underneath.
>Apparently that was a good move, she shudders and moans.
"Like you said, it's valuable information."
>Her hips reposition against to press her raw genitals against yours. 
>A hard erection sinks into the hot mess of slick flesh between her cheeks and she begins rubbing at you like she's scratching an itch. 
>That reaction warranted you dousing her wingpit with a second lick, and a third.
>Your free hand moves back to deftly snag her dock, using it as leverage to massage your thumb into her plothole.
>A wet, sticky, squelching overcomes her heavy breathing as your other arm locks her hips firmly against yours as the rubbing increases in intensity.
>The shameless erotic dance continues until you begin to feel your nethers tingle, and not from the slimy marejuice she's massaging into you.
>You lift your head from her wet wingpit but before you can voice your concern you feel a different sort of sensation take hold of you.
>Quite literally.
>You see her horn glowing and a similar aura wrapped around the base of your cock. 
"Twilight, stop I'm gonna-agh!"
>She doesn't stop but instead lays back on the floor and locks her hindlegs around your hips.
>You feel your testes pressed against her twitching plothole and you look down to see her naked lips spread to either side of your well juiced penis--her clitoris winking against your sensitive underside.
>You want to hold back, but you couldn't.
>Sloppy wet rubbing leaves strings of slick princess stickiness that seems to act as a fertilizer for your nerves.
>You can feel every last detail of her thick labia, spasming muscles and clenching hole pressed against the base of your cock.
>"Ngah! Here it comes!"
>Bliss begrudgingly overtakes you; starting from where her clitoris is sloppily kissing your glans, a wave of pleasure shoots down your penis and explodes somewhere in your center of your groin. 
>Her clit bulges.
>Your tip swells.
>"Oooh!"
"Dammit Twi!"
>A rush of sticky warmth splatters across your crotch as her abs clench rhythmically and expel her stores of fluids across you.
>But you don't cum.
>You jerk and hump and drive your naked cock desperately against the smelly mess of slime, fur and flesh between Twilight's legs but nothing comes out.
"Aaaagh!"
>The contractions continue, increasing in intensity with your increasing feverish rubbing.
>Nothing helps.
>The magical aura surrounding your cock and plugging up your piping wouldn't allow it.
>Finally, the mind-numbing sensations begin to subside and you're left between her legs as your own start to go numb.
>You catch your breath as the odor of your combined workout and mixed ejaculate hit your nose.
>Wait.
>You didn't cum.
>Then why are you both covered in...
"Aw, you didn't say your brother came in you!"
>As proud as you were as a man, there was no way you'd deposited a load that...voluminous.
>Of the many mixed emotions you feel, you can't help but find the humor in the situation.
>Even if you didn't show it.
>Perhaps it was the lack of post-orgasm clarity that wasn't making you run to the shower, perhaps it was the newfound joy in your heart, but it just wasn't at the forefront of your mind at the moment.
>"Heheh, uh sorry about that."
>The tired looking mare scoots away from you, her clit winking amidst the slurry of glossy white that stains her fur and drips down her taint.
>You didn't want to look at your own tool, or really think about all the non-Anon jizz that likely painted it in a similar fashion.
"And what the heck did you do to me! That was the most uncomfortable I've been since the dinner party with your parents!"
>She tucks her ears shyly, "Well, I didn't want to ruin your date tonight, and besides, you're the one who asked me to."
>That was true.
"Twilight, it's not a date, but-ah!"
>She cuts you off with a dainty lick.
>"Huh, tastes better the first time."
>Your heart stutters as her tongue languidly traces every contour of your still sensitive, near orgasmic erection--cleaning it of the myriad of sticky juices.
"Alright, just-ah! G-go slow."
>You weren't going to stop her.
>There was no way you're putting your clothes back on like this and it was too cold to walk naked outside.
>Walking to the bathroom would only stain more of the carpet.
>Your head snaps over to the corner of the room as you hear footsteps.
>The resident purple dragon walks in to see his benefactor lick a tongue full of white out of your bushy pubes.
>"Hey, Twilight, I'm going to the grocery store, need anything?"
>Twilight swallows.
>"Just what's on the list on the refrigerator."
>His eyes lock onto your smug ones as you lean back and let her lick another dollop of cream off the length of your cock.
>"Got it."
>He walks out of the room.
>That's right. 
>You look to the clock.
>It reads a quarter to seven.
"Oh crap! I've gotta get the house ready!"
>"Now?"
"Yes! Movie night's in fifteen minutes!"
>Without further bidding she swallows your whole penis to the root, washing it with her tongue as it emerges pristine from her muzzle inch by glistening inch.
>That alone nearly brings on a second orgasm.
*pop!
>"There, now that I got all that..." She licks her speckled white muzzle.
>Her horn flashes and your clothes fly at you.
>"Throw these on while I finish up!"
>You shuffle into your shirt while she licks every nook and cranny clean of her sibling explosion. 
>Her darting tongue makes your knees weak as you try to step into your boxers.
>Her muzzle does its duty as long as it can and even after you snap your waistband into place, she ducks underneath to give a final few parting licks to your gooch through open leg of your shorts.
>It was really distracting.
>Not to mention you could barely zip your pants with that erection.
>She wasn't lying when she said she'd get you worked up for the big night.
>But it wasn't a date.
"Thanks for all the help and uhh, advice."
>"Glad to be of help! You and Rainbow will have fun, just...remember what we learned about the more subtle points and keep your mind open."
>What was she getting at?
"Sure thing. Uh..."
>You go to kiss her muzzle but the cum on her lips makes you pause; you plant it on her cheek instead, leaving her clueless pucker hanging.
"See you later!"
>And with that, you set off into the street determined to make the most of the night with your blue best friend.
>You weren't sure where your confidence came from.
>Perhaps it was excitement of the night ahead.
>Perhaps it was the newfound knowledge that relationships still had their privileges in this sex abundant land.
>Or perhaps it was the thought that your best friend, Rainbow Dash, might become part of both those realities.
>The more you reflected on it, the more you got comfortable with your own feelings.
>Those being the fluttery feelings you get when you think of her.
>It was funny how that sort of thing snuck up on you. 
>One moment you're best friends, then all the sudden you want something more.
>At least you think you do.
>And you think she does too.
>Who knows, you could be wrong about either.
>But that doesn't seem to account for all the turmoil mixing about in your chest. 
>You manage to finish cleaning just in time for the first knock at the door.
>Excitement forces a smile to your face as you go to greet your first guest.
>"Hiya Anon!" A pink bubbly mare beams at you.
"Hey Pinkie, you're the first one to arrive!"
>"Well yeah you can't have a party without me silly!" She rises to her hindhooves to wrap you in a hug.
>Her muzzle presses to your lips without delay, depositing the slightest touch of moisture and a hint of sweet icing.
>It still caught you off-gaurd how affectionate ponies were sometimes.
>But it wasn't the slightest bit unpleasant.
*muah!
"It's not supposed to be a party, Pinkie. It's a quiet movie night, so I expect nothing but your best behavior." You boop her nose for emphasis and she snickers.
>"Hehehehe! I know, I promise I won't make a mess of the place."
>You let her drop to her hooves.
>"Oh, do you need some help?"
"Sure, popcorn's in the kitchen if you want to make some."
>"No, I meant with that." 
>You follow her wide-eyed gaze to the hefty bulge in your shorts. It was twitching with excitement.
"Uh, thanks for the offer, but I wanted to save this one for Dash."
>You don't bother explaining that it was supposed to only be for you two to begin with, no sense in hurting her feelings.
>Her smile twists, "Well that's going to be fun to watch!"
"What do you mean?"
>"You seem just as excited for tonight as she is! I don't think I'm the one you gotta worry about making the mess hehehehe!"
>Your heart leaps in your chest.
"You talked to her?"
>She nods, "Yep! Just an hour ago! She was absolutely giddy! She said you always had fun hanging out."
"Y-yeah I guess." You blush.
>Pinkie just smiles knowingly and turns away, "One dozen bags of popcorn coming right up!"
>And with that she shoots off into the kitchen. 
>You finish picking a few things up to the sound of cluttering in your kitchen.
>A moment later Fluttershy arrives with Rarity and Coco Pommel. Their excited chattering gives them away before you even open the door.
"Girls, welcome to my humble abode."
>You take a knee next to the door for the customary greetings.
>Rarity pecks your cheek as she trots past, "Did you get new curtains? I love the way it matches the furniture."
"Yeah, I uh-mmpf!"
>Coco's tongue lavishes your mouth as she nearly pushes you off balance with her exuberant assault. 
>You fall back and wipe your cheek and mouth clear of her saliva. 
"Heheh, still a little pent up are we?"
>Was that carrot cake?
>She pauses and shoots you a surprisingly innocent grin, "I apologize, Anon. I'm starting my estrus and I guess I'm just a bit forward."
"No need to apologize Coco! I know how it gets."
>"Hmhmhmhm..." A soft giggle interjects.
>Both of you look to the shy butterscotch pegasus hiding behind her mane.
>"Anon's pretty handy to have around during a heat."
"Yeah well you would know, you stopped by everyday for a month during your last one!"
>You pull her into a hug and she meets you halfway for a quick, dry peck on the lips.
>She was the only friend you had who wouldn't let you eat her face...except for that one time when you made her squirt three times back to back.
>She was pretty happy about that.
>With your newfound knowledge on pegasi, you now know why.
>It was pretty neat, actually.
>"I wasn't the only one!"
"No but you were the most horny by far."
>She blushes and leans into a hug; you feel her fuzzy muzzle next to your ear.
>Hot breath tickles your earlobe.
>"I can smell your hard cock you stud..."
>She pulls back with her soft smile and catches up with Rarity, leaving you speechless.
>What just happened.
>Whatever it was, all this estrogen was starting to affect your dick.
>You really hope Dash gets here soon.
>"Hey, Anon! What movie are we watching?" Pinkie asks.
"Uh, I actually haven't picked one out yet."
>"Oh I know! How about Iron Mare!"
>"Don't you think the occasion calls for a bit more class than a supermare movie, dear?"
>"Aw but those are the most fun!"
>"How about the Beauty and the Dragon?"
>"Um...Coco, that movie's a bit speciesist." 
>"She's right darling, besides, the sex scene always made me uncomfortable. His penis is just so big."
>"Yeah I never understood why some mares like being stretched like that."
>"I heard his semen was all magical effect too, real dragons cum less than stallions."
>"Speaking of cum...where's...hey Anon?"
"Yeah?"
>"Dibs on your load!"
>"Coco! You can't do that!"
>"Dear that's not fair to the rest of us!"
>"Um...during estrus he just pulled out after the first spurt and shot the rest in somepony else...that might work."
>"No silly! He'll spill a bunch in the transition between us, besides, his last shots never make it deep enough."
>"My uterus has been cramping since I'm starting estrus. That should give me priority."
>What have you gotten yourself into?
*knock knock
>You open the door looking for an escape as much as a pony.
>"Twilight! You uh...cleaned up well."
>Was that ok to say?
>"Hey Anon! Hey girls!"
>Her eyes drift amidst the murmur of greetings.
>You meet her halfway for the customary kiss, opting to plant it more on her nose than her recently incestuously cummy lips.
>She seems a bit annoyed by that, but not as annoyed as she is with something else.
>"You know I don't think she'll be mad if you relieve yourself?" She states, noticing the dark spot growing at the tip of your bulge.
>"That's what we've been trying to say!"
>"Oh hush Pinkie, he's saving himself for a mare and it's quite romantic..."
"It's not a romantic thing!" You respond quickly.
>"Well...if you change your mind a chastity spell is quite easy to cast and I'm sure--"
"--No. Just, no. You don't have balls so I can't expect you to understand, but one time going through that was more than enough."
>"But you were having fun--"
>"--Well yeah I was grinding your pussy, but that doesn't mean it wasn't really uncomfortable too."
>"Wait, you got Twi off but you don't want to rut us?"
>Holy cow. Talk about peer pressure.
"Girls, please. Just pick a movie and we'll sort this out later."
>You felt like you were swimming in a shark tank.
>Once Dash gets here she'll get them off your back. 
>She tends to get territorial over you, especially when she's on top of you.
>Come to think of it, she compliments you quite nicely.
>You'd make a really good couple.
>Stop.
>You were starting to come to terms with this being a possibility, but you can't ruin things by jumping to conclusions.
>You brace yourself against the door breathlessly as the mares go back to sorting through movies and arguing over who should have creampie priority.
>They were great girls.
>But like Rarity said, you were saving yourself for somepony else.
>Your pants twitch and you feel the spot of precum grow.
>You'd take your pants off if you didn't think you'd get jumped on like a rat in a tank of piranhas.
>Where is Dash!
>The longer you wait, the more time you have to watch your friends in the living room fiddling with the TV.
>Tails swishing.
>Rumps jiggling.
>Five horny mares...
>And they're all your friends so you know they'd give you the royal treatment.
>You've been with them all more than enough times for them to know what you like.
>Except for Coco, but she's in estrus and that's a wonderful trait in itself.
>The most you've ever had was two at once, Dash and Fleet.
>And that was a lot to handle.
>Especially two world class athlete, competitive pegasi.
>It was really nice though, basking in the afterglow with two warm muzzles smooching and nibbling on you.
>Tangled in their furry limbs, covered with their warm wings, the scent of their sweat, the sensation of their cum cooling on your bare crotch and legs.
>If two were that great, five would be...like a sea of sex and mare.
>Full of friendly kisses and at least ten warm, wet, willing holes to hide your aching member.
>But something's missing.
>Someone's missing.
>The only one that could really give you what you needed.
*click-thud!
>The door flies open behind you and clocks you in the back of the head.
>"Sorry I'm late I was looking for that movie we...oh shoot, are you ok?"
>You turn around to see the cyan and rainbow face behind the scratchy, concerned voice.
"Hey Dash!"
>At once you feel your chest tighten, all the normal greetings and words you usually exchange escape you.
>You try to think of something to say like 'hello' or 'what's up,' but you're speechless.
>Did she do something with her mane or did she always look that cute?
"Uh...y-you're late."
>Your favorite mare stands in front of you, you're desperately in need of release, and that's the best you could do?
>She just chuckles, "Heh, sorry I thought of a good movie to watch at the last minute and tried to make it to the rental place before it closed, but I was too late so I flew to Fleetfoot's because I knew she had a copy and...wait..."
>You watch her rant on slightly out of breath.
>It was clear that she'd been rushing around, and came out empty-hooved by the look of it. 
>Her spicy odor tickles your nose, and it only primed your appetite for more.
>She snorts as a bead of sweat tickles her nose.
>A nose that was sniffing its way towards your midsection.
>She suddenly looks up at you.
>Then to the plethora of mares muddling about in front of the TV.
>She looks mad.
>"Alright, which one of you blueballed Anon!? Was it you Twi!"
>"It wasn't me I swear--" 
>"--His dick smells like egghead so who else could it be?"
>Dang, she was on her like a shark on blood.
>Also that was a pretty good roast.
>"I told you I didn't mean to we've been trying to--"
>"--I asked you to teach him not torture him!" The rainbow pegasus stamps her hoof and snorts.
>Wow, she was actually getting agitated over this.
>You place a hand on her withers.
"Dash, it's not her fault. I told her I didn't want to."
>Wait, what did she say?
>"What do you mean?" She looks perplexed, her wrath momentarily defused.
"Hold on. What do you mean, teaching?"
>Her eyes go wide.
>"I asked you first you have to answer first!"
>"Hey you two!"
>You both turn to look at Fluttershy who seemed a bit annoyed.
>"The movie's starting so please stop arguing."
>You look back at Dash who squints her determined eyes.
"I'll tell you when you tell me!" You say in a hushed tone as you make your way to the plethora of pillows and cushions the girls had laid out in front of the television. 
>"Nuh uh! You first!" She follows after kicking the door shut.
>Pinkie trots in with a bowl of popcorn in her mouth and another balanced on her back, "Who wants!--"
>"--Shhhhhh!" A half dozen shushes silence her.
>But the popcorn is distributed all the same before she trots back into the kitchen to stir up something else. 
>You sit down next to Rainbow, your needs momentarily forgotten.
"What did you ask Twilight to teach me?"
>She turns red, and not from anger.
>"That's not what I said!"
>"Oh but darling, those were your exact words to me--"
>"--Shutup Rarity!"
>Wait, something is fishy here.
>You quirk a brow at her.
"Sounds to me like you have something to tell me."
>The added pressure only hardens her resolve. 
>"It doesn't matter! Just go on with what you were saying."
"Not until you tell me what's wrong."
>Part of the reason you had an affinity for each other was that you weren't all that different from one another.
>But sometimes that meant your temperaments clashed. 
>Dash pouts and you can tell at once that you've hit an impasse.
>A moment later you realize a few pairs of eyes are on you.
>"Soo...are you two not rutting now? Because I could use him if you're not." Pinkie comments.
>If Dash really was upset at you, all that emotion was now completely deflected in the pink mare's direction. 
>"What do you mean...use him?" Her voice drips with a dangerous venom.
>Uh oh.
>Pinkie seems to shrink away and you start to feel uncomfortable as the blue pegasus confidently steps in front of you.
>"Hold your horses Rainbow Dash I was just saying I'm a little--"
>"--He has a name you know!"
>This wasn't the first time she'd gotten defensive of you; Twilight's lessons were making a lot more sense now.
>Speaking of which, the other mares were just keeping their heads down, their eyes glued silently to the TV so as not to attract Dash's wrath.
"It's ok, Dash. Calm down, it's alright."
>You lay a hand on her withers and her tense frame seems to melt at once.
>She looks back at you with genuine concern.
"She didn't mean anything by it, she's just a little pent up is all."
>The cyan pegasus rolls her eyes and sighs.
>"I know...sorry Pinkie." She drops her eyes, "I'm just tired of ponies talking about you like you're some sort of sex toy."
>You shrug your shoulders.
"Well you gotta admit I'm pretty good at it."
>She catches your contagious smile.
>You lift her chin and force her sheepish eyes to meet yours.
"Thank you." You whisper.
>You were far away enough, and the TV was loud enough that no one else could hear your gratitude.
>No one but Dash, that is.
>You plant a lingering peck on her lips.
>She follows it up with a candid lick across your mouth, then another, and a third up your cheek.
>Your eyes flutter across one another's as she waits for you to return the gesture per custom.
>She keeps her muzzle slightly agape for you to properly lick against her teeth, lips, and tongue. 
>The exchange was oddly soothing. 
>Something about having the always active world-class athlete contently sitting in your lap sharing saliva made the activity seem rare and meaningful...despite how often it occurred.
>It's so apparent now that her gestures were precisely tuned for an "exchange."
>When her turn came around a second time she paused to gather some saliva before pressing her dripping tongue past your lips.
>That tongue spends the next half minute painting your mouth with it.
>You always just thought she was a wet kisser, but she was actively choosing to be one, with you.
>Some might find that gross, but you can't help but wish for more.
>She finally pulls back--a string of moisture connecting your lower lips.
>You pause to do the same, then quench her fiery appetite for your immune system benefits with an equally wet kiss.
>The intimate exchange lasts long enough that the group is on their second bowl of popcorn by the time you finish.
>You don't bother wiping your lips clean.
>The contact seems to sap her remaining feistiness, and her smiling muzzle follows the kisses with an affectionate nuzzle.
>You wrap your precious friend in your arms.
>Why does your chest flutter like that when you feel her hug you?
>Whatever it is you don't want it to stop.
>For how awesome it was, your excitement for sex had tapered off in the time you've spent here.
>Your appetite hadn't changed, but the butterflies associated with experiencing intimate contact with another had migrated south for the winter. 
>You still felt the drive to copulate, of course, it just didn't seem all that taboo or unique anymore.
>Until now, that is.
>For some reason, you start to feel some excitement bubbling within you as you look into her magenta eyes and share her warm breath.
>This wasn't some pony who was nuzzling and kissing you just to be polite, she wasn't even doing it for fun.
>If her soft expression said anything, it was that she cared deeply for you.
>And beyond that, she knew you. Intimately.
>And you, her.
>It was a deep set friendship that differed from a romance only in that you hadn't verbalized your feelings.
>As long as you don't count cries of ecstasy as verbalizing.
>You glance over her shoulder at the row of mares chatting among themselves and eating popcorn.
>You lean back against the couch, using the coffee table as a shield to give you a modicum of privacy.
"So before, when we started arguing...I didn't want to tell you because I was a bit embarrassed."
>She quirks her brow.
>"You can tell me, dude. You know I won't make fun of you, right?"
"Yeah I know. I just...I told Twilight I didn't want to cum with her because I...I wanted to save it for you."
>You can't help but look away as your cheeks flush.
"I just didn't want to say it out loud because everyone's been saying I have a crush on you and stuff and...I don't know."
>This sort of talk never got you flustered before.
>Must be all the weird feelings swirling about in your chest.
>Or the way she's looking back at you with a similar blush.
>"Heheh, geez dude we're like, the bestest buds of course they're gonna think that. I mean, everyone teased me after I stopped rutting Soarin..."
"Wait, I thought he was your go to rut buddy on trips and stuff?"
>She starts to look uncomfortable.
>"I mean...he was. But why would go to him when I could get my besti off instead? Ya know?"
>You nod, still embarrassed with how heartfelt this conversation was.
"Y-yeah."
>You sit there for a bit, listening to each other breathe and watching your hands and hooves toy with one another.
"So what about that thing Twilight and Rarity were talking about?"
>You cautiously ask.
>"Oh, that."
>You hear her gulp nervously.
>"I uhh..." She looks over her shoulder to make sure her friends weren't listening, then lowers her voice further, "I asked them for some help..."
"Doing what?"
>You caress her sides, fingers raking across her sore flight muscles as you try to soothe them.
>"I-I've been wanting to try something, a-and I thought it might be easier if they show you first."
>You're completely at a loss.
"What are you talking about, Dash?"
>She gathers her resolve and meets your eye.
>"I want you to be my first plot rut."
>You pause, not believing your ears.
"You want me to take your anal virginity?"
>She blushes, beet red.
>"Don't say it so loud!"

>You just stare at her, dumbfounded.
>That's what all this was about?
>"I just thought, it'd be easier if my friends warmed you up to the idea because I'm not exactly...experienced."
>It took a lot for her ego to admit that.
"Dash."
>She looks up at you, unsure of what to say.
"I'd love to do that with you."
>Her features brighten as the corners of her mouth start to curl upwards.
"I've been thinking the same thing, actually. I just wasn't sure how to ask you about it."
>She looks like a kid on Christmas morning.
>"You shoulda told me sooner! We would've done it like a week ago!"
"I know, I'm an idiot."
>Her smile turns into a snicker and you join in.
>You sit there for a moment, enjoying the view of her cute face smiling back at yours.
>You lean in for a peck, then whisper in her ear.
"For the record. I didn't need any help to know how special this is for you."
>You hear her gulp as you nibble at the fur next to her ear.
"And I certainly don't need any advice on how to make you cum."
>You can hear her dock pull back as her tail drags across your shorts.
>Once you got past her tough exterior, she was a readable as an open book.
>You kiss her cheek, down her jawline, and finish with a lingering smooch on her chin.
>Her eyes are wide, but she's clearly eager to move on.
"Shall we get started?"
>The cyan pegasus nods.
>But nothing could've prepared her for the amount of effort you were about to put into your union.
>Being rut buddies and best friends meant that there really wasn't much of her you hadn't seen.
>While many mares still tried to keep up appearances, Dash didn't particularly care how presentable she was when you got intimate.
>It was part of her allure, really. 
>You never got any sultry gazes, or dirty talk from her.
>Just good, honest, genuine expressions and straightforward requests for sexual favors.
>It was incredibly cute.
>But her whole attitude was entirely too innocent for the sorts of things she was capable of.
>You found that out once you got comfortable enough to start exploring your kinks with one another. 
>Scent had always played a role in your relationship, far moreso than it had with any of your other friends.
>But you'd never exactly...indulged in one another.
>That's why Dash squeaks in surprise when you bite lightly on her nape and take a deep breath. 
>"Geez dude you really are pent up."
>Her fur tastes a bit salty, evidence that she was telling the truth about rushing about to find a movie.
"I've been looking forward to you all day..."
>Both of you crumple against the shag carpet, her lithe frame pinned underneath yours.
>You hold her forelegs above her head and nip at her jawline before kissing down her sternum.
>The thick fur of her breast was always soft, and you can't resist nuzzling into it a bit on your way past.
>Then, you decide to take a detour.
>If Twilight was right, this just might earn you some brownie points.
>"Dude what are you--"
>She trails off as she feels your nose tickle the light fur of her damp legpit.
>Her head snaps to the side to check for voyeurs, and relaxes a bit once she realizes she's conveniently blocked from view by your furniture.
>Her cheeks tint red and her eyes dart everywhere but to you as you sniff her raw scent.
>Whether it was your own bias or some trick of the mind, you actually found her scent rather enticing.
>It was spicy but not remotely unpleasant.
>You wouldn't mind making a habit out of this if she enjoys it.
>Plus it's fun to play with her ticklish spots.
>You can hear the softest whimper of embarrassment as her wing knocks against the table in its arousal.
>Your hands massage the frogs of her forehooves in an attempt to soothe and reassure her that she had nothing to be embarrassed about.
>With how often she did this sort of thing to you, you expected a much more exuberant response from her.
>But that's not to say she doesn't like it.
>"Eeep!"
>Your tongue lapping at the sensitive cavern makes her jerk.
>Lips nibble their way down her touchy ribs and stop to play at her forcibly exposed wingpit.
>If her legpits were pleasant, her wingpits were a comparable aphrodisiac.
>Per her namesake, she smelled like rain.
>Petrichor.
>The mild, soothing odor of fresh rain on dry soil that lingered all the way up the underside of her wing.
>"W-wait I'm all s-sweaty..."
>The pony wriggles as you quite obviously relish a part of her that only a close companion would even consider.
>You let go of her hooves to massage her wings only to find that she's holding your hands.
>You let her keep hold of them while you nuzzle up and down her little hotspot.
>The raging force behind the bulge in your shorts seems to agree with your head and your heart on this matter.
>And with the soft squelching emanating from between her legs with each wink, it's clear you're not the only one turned on by your new behavior.
>Twilight's words come back to you, and you decide to seal the deal.
>You plant a kiss on the clammy skin of her wingpit then slide up to her sweating, blushing face.
>A kiss on the cheek and a whisper into her ear makes her wings bulge so hard that her back lifts off the ground.
"I like it when you're sweaty...you silly, smelly little mare."
>Suddenly your face is frozen in a deathgrip between her forelegs as she clutches you to her face and rubs her cheek against yours.
>Her hindlegs hook around your waist and she moans into your ear.
>"Breed me..."
>You needed no further encouragement to awkwardly slide your clothing down your legs, your erection slaps your belly as it bursts free--throwing an arc of precum across her oh-so-sensitive engorged genitals.
>She twitches when it hits her naked skin, her clit winks out in a rabid attempt to come into contact with your fluids.
>And you thought you were horny.
>Your bodies are far too warm to be pressed up against one another, but the thought of leaving each other's embrace never crosses your minds.
>Instead, you resolve yourselves to ignoring the beads of sweat building up on your faces and dampening all your contact points.
>You never really had a plan going into this.
>Things always came naturally to you when you got down to it.
>Your member slides on her slimy muff, her swollen clit smears her juices on your twitching glans.
>Your lips meet hers and your tongues move to explore one another's home as your cock sinks into her engorged canal like it had a hundred times before.
>You find yourself balls deep, your tongue raking the ridges on the roof of her mouth when you realize you picked the wrong hole.
>Well, that was one way to look at it.
>You pull back with a wet smack and huff of breath.
>"Don't pull out!...Please..." She asks in a panic once she reads your thoughts.
>You sink back in, you testes coming to rest against her drooling asscrack as her hips tremble and her muscles nibble on your spear.
>If she's blushing any further, you can't tell amid the mess of sweat and red that's already adorning her face.
>"I-I just wanna feel it--"
"--Shhh..." You quiet her panicked explanation with soft peck on the lips.
"It's ok, it's ok. Don't worry, I'm going to breed you...the other stuff can wait."
>Something about admitting that to your vulnerable companion in her time of need was extremely heartwarming.
>Not just because she had a particular obsession with insemination, but also because it felt good to finally give her something she wanted at the cost of your own desires.
>Of course, that's all relative.
>Any time spent rubbing your privates together was time well spent, and being balls deep in Rainbow's marehood was certainly nothing to complain about.
>Besides, this way you'll be nice and lubed for the second course.
>You readjust your grip on one another before you begin rutting her receptive cunt with a passion that could only be developed through intense attachment.
>Hot breath buffets your face and makes it harder for you to breathe, but it doesn't matter.
>A bead of sweat forms on your nose and threatens to fall off only to soak into the pegasus's ever-attentive tongue.
>You snicker as you keep eye contact with the beautiful creature you're rutting.
>She smiles and snorts when you lick a few budding drops from her nose as well.
>An obnoxious squelch echoes through the room as she clenches just in time with your thrust--forcing a dose of her juice to spurt against your balls.
>"She always gets so wet, I don't understand?"
>"It must be because she hydrates so well."
>The background conversation remains in the background as you remain focused on your colorful friend.
>Her tail flicks up to tickle your testes when you pull out, and occasionally your taint and butthole when you hilt.
>It was surprisingly stimulating and you find yourself macking down on her slobbery, grinning muzzle out of appreciation.
>Talk about good, wholesome fun.
>Feeling naked and exposed to each other was extremely refreshing, and not just in the physical sense, but in the emotional sense as well.
>You'd been inside every mare in the room, driven them to climax, imbued them with your essence, and even had some passionate, friendly make out sessions with them. 
>But that didn't mean you knew them, nor them, you.
>Sure, you felt like you could talk to them and come to them with problems, but...they weren't Rainbow Dash.
>Maybe it was your biology, your upbringing, or some culturally ingrained custom that made you uncomfortable with getting close with more than one pony.
>Or maybe she was just the one that you clicked with.
>All you knew was that you felt no barriers between you and the down-to-earth pony affectionately grinding against you with a joyous grin. 
>You could tell her your dirtiest desires without fear of judgement, and better yet you could even put them to practice without reservation. 
>Spending hours upon hours joined at the waist and mouth, exploring your bodies and fetishes in ways that would get you banned from town, had left you with a particularly deep understanding of how each other think. 
>The only other one who had any inkling of that side of you was Twilight, and only because of the amount of sex books you and Dash checked out from the library.
>Even with all that, you found that you didn't need the extremes to enjoy each other. 
>The fact that you'd gone to the extremes made a simple vanilla rut with each other much more fun than it would be with anyone else.
>And there was something about looking into each other's eyes mid-coitus, knowing you were each other's repository of dirty secrets, knowing that you were rubbing your essence into one another with a vigor that will leave you stained with the evidence for days to come.
>Each pursuing only what's best for the other--a race to orgasm without the pressure of needing to perform. 
>Valuing closeness and intimacy for intimacy's sake.
>That's what sex was all about.
>Just another tool to achieve an end; an end you could no longer deny to yourself or to her.
>Love
"A-Am I hitting the right spot?..."
>Her tongue wipes your sweaty cheek.
>"Heh, what do you think I'm dripping like a faucet because I'm bored!"
>You bottom out and grind against one another, her clit gets tickled by your curly pubes and your balls get tickled by her twitching anus.
>She liked being filled, she liked feeling you deep and throbbing in her body, and the short grinding motions were all you wanted out of each other.
>That and cum.
>You shamelessly watch each other's expressions for cues of pleasure and adjust accordingly.
>Dash had her dock and tail to flick against your sensitive crack and she had incredible muscle control to tune your expression just the way she like it.
>You had the motion of your hips and your fingers to tune hers.
>The distinct lack of outward motion and vigor was misleading, in reality your exchange was very active and involved.
>And somewhat competitive.
>Dash bites her tongue between her smirking teeth.
>Her muscles fight your throbbing blood flow to tug on your member, testing its temper.
>She was an athlete but you were no quitter.
>Flexing your pelvic floor muscles straightens your rod and flares your glans against her naked, slimy walls.
>A bead of your sweat hits the corner of her eye and she winces but doesn't drop her competitive demeanor. 
"Agh..."
>"That's it, let it all out big guy."
>Her scratchy voice responds immediately upon sensing weakness.
>You hold her by the wings and push deeper.
>A loud squelch echoes through the room as the last bit of air squeezes out of her depths and blows bubbles in the frothy mixture of sex fluids piled up at your juncture. 
>"Ooaah!"
>You grin triumphantly and nibble her ear as you strain to stay pressed into her.
>You can barely feel her turgid cervix kissing your tip.
"Not until you do, you horny little thing..."
>Your toes dig into the carpet to push your hips against hers.
>Her clit has to strain to squeeze out of her folds and each wink sends shudders through her pelvic floor.
>"M'not little..."
>She groans and pulls on your neck to lick behind your ear.
>You gasp as you feel her hot, wet muscle dance around one of the erogenous zones you didn't know you had until you met her. 
"No, but you are horny."
>The loud sound of licking occupying your senses gets mixed in with a snicker. 
>Your hand traces down to massage her sweat-soaked wingpit.
"And you're going to have to cooperate if you want me to get it in your womb..."
>Her breathing grows shallower and her licking more rapid and indiscriminate.
>It was no mistake that she used the word, 'breed.'
>And it was far from the first time you've given yourselves over to her favorite fantasy.
>This was, however, the first time you've played into it this hard.
>And as expected, your partner was responding in kind. 
>Her wagging tongue migrates from your neck, across your cheek and finally finds your mouth.
>She'd reached the point where anything she attempted to say would be incoherent.
>You didn't have long either.
>You weren't sure you'd be able to hold out long enough to shoot into her the way you wanted.
>Luckily, you had one more trick up your sleeve.
>You frantically reach back between your legs to find her tail.
>You wait a moment longer until her clenching canal has you walking the edge of the cliff, then, you bunch up her tail, take a breath amidst her spit and tongue, and give it a firm tug as you lurch forward to get as deep as physically possible.
>"Aaaaaagh!"
>Hot air from her scream washes over your face but only breaks half of the dozen messy spit strings connecting your lips.
>Her canal goes limp.
>Your penis throbs and flares as the wave of pleasure builds in your base and races to your tip.
>Then, her orgasmic undulations begin.
>Her clit winks sporadically as her hips rock powerfully against yours.
>Her cervix distends and dilates over your glans just in time for your first rope of ejaculate to hit the back of her uterus.
"Oh!"
>Hooves leave red lines on your back as she grips you like her life depends on it.
>Her sexual glands empty their reservoirs and sticky Dash syrup sputters forth around your hilted cock and runs down your twitching balls.
>The remainder of your virile seed paints the opening of her womb; the majority of it jets through the gap and pools in her uterus.
>Nothing but each other exist for the next ten seconds as you exchange your bodily fluids with one another.
>Finally, you come down off your home made high.
>Panting mouths share breath as you sit nose to nose, blinking slowly as you gaze into each other's eyes.
>Words couldn't describe what you felt in the moment, but a kiss could come close.
>The scent of her spit-slick muzzle draws you in as you relish the passionate kiss simply for the contact it provides.
>Tongues languidly massage one another as her heavy breath warms your face.
>That doesn't stop until the last traces of orgasm leave your bodies and the pasty white remnants stop oozing from her swollen cleft.
>"Heh, I've never felt it...get that d-deep before."
>She shyly meets your eyes and you wipe a lock of mane from her face.
>You pull her into a hug.
>"I-It tingles a bit heheh!"
>What a precious little mare.
"Not bad for round one huh?"
>Her wings shoot back out.
>"R-round one?"