>you wondered if she’d planned it from the beginning
>it was your first time with a pony, or anyone with a penis for that matter
>supposedly it was her first time with a human as well
>she was accommodating, bookending every request with “if that’s okay with you”
>it must have been okay with you, else you wouldn’t have found yourself at the foot of her bed that night
>she was a bizarre creature, with size and strength more than enough to overpower you but with a gentle demeanor that assured you she never would
>right?
>then there was her patience
>you’d never but anything in your mouth longer than a toothbrush
>but now you were kissing something longer and thicker than your forearm
>surely it was impossible
>she understood your concerns
>ponies often had this problem, she said
>but there were ways around it, if you were willing
>you said you’d think about it between licks along her length
>it wouldn’t happen tonight, she didn’t have what she needed
>but you still wanted to please her
>the smell and taste were unexpected, like a mild fancy scented candle
>while you pondered what silly names Yankee might have for her, you finally coated her shaft with your saliva
>just how long had you been at it?
>you looked up to find her with a slightly satisfied smile
>only slightly
>you returned to your work, now stroking her with one hand while the other fondled her sack below
>your mind was a bit hazy at the moment so you couldn’t quite decide on what fruit matched their size
>something between a grapefruit and a cantaloupe 
>you soon found a hoof on your head, petting you like some obscene puppy
>she cooed something about your performance above but you weren’t really paying attention
>you soon started pumping with both hands while kissing her tip
>the task before you was more difficult than you had thought
>you could only service so much of her at a time
>your hands swapped between the base of her shaft and close to the tip while your tongue swirled rapidly around her
>yet you had only her soft humming as encouragement
>until you felt a throb
>that single jerk almost wrenched her cock free of your grip and deposited a small dollop of liquid on your tongue
>things got hazier after that
>you probably kept going for some time, the room slowly growing darker
>but you never grew tired
>there was only her soft voice, her scent, her taste
>which made it jarring when she pushed you away
>awareness flooded back into you, enough to pout up at her
>but she stopped your protests with the same gentle smile and a single word
>”Open.”
>so you opened
>she guided the head of her cock to your mouth and rested it there, your tongue absently lapping at what she fit inside
>then she curled her foreleg around her shaft and stroked
>she was slower than you had been, but more purposeful
>she never took her eyes off of yours and something compelled you to do the same
>there was no signal or grand buildup, she merely sighed as though finally relaxing after a long day
>and then your mouth was flooded
>you hadn’t even had time to puff out your cheeks to take more, the remainder of her first shot already flowing down your chin
>your hands rushed to catch the rest to no avail
>a second deluge had already begun, this time not even making it into your mouth
>she pulled back, allowing you to close your lips and seal in what you managed to catch
>but she kept cumming
>streaks of white flew onto your face, forcing your eyes shut
>all you could sense now was the hot load now coating your body and still stuffing your mouth
>you tried to swallow, but your throat wouldn’t obey
>it was too thick, your tongue almost suspended in the viscous cocktail your pony provided
>but your desire to please her was stronger
>with difficulty, you managed to gulp down some of what was in your mouth
>then some more
>you felt it sinking down your throat
>as your mouth emptied, you could finally taste it
>it was unmistakably semen
>but also unmistakably her
>more intense than the taste of her cock, more intense than the drop of pre that erased your mind
>it encouraged you to swallow faster
>before you knew it, you were licking it off of your lips
>your hands
>your arms
>there was too much, and yet you couldn’t get enough
>you longed for more of her flavor, but your sealed eyes made the search difficult
>there was sound above you
>she was saying something
>no, just giggling
>a pair of hooves hauled you onto her back, your soiled face unfortunately pressing into her fur
>the warmth of her body and the heaviness in your gut reminded you of your fatigue
>the last things you remembered were the clicking of lights and the sounds of running water

>you awoke freshly bathed in an oversized and oddly shaped robe, locked in the embrace of your partner
>it was morning and you had passed out after she came in your mouth
>and, well, all over the rest of you
>despite that, you felt her member jutting into your back
>maybe some other time
>as you both rose to meet the new day, you exchanged pleasantries and conversation that didn’t quite fit the obscenity of the previous night
>it seemed one could still be polite despite having a huge dick 
>she asked about your plans for the day as well as the coming evening
>you gave her noncommittal answers
>there was a lot to take in, in more ways than one
>so you left and went about your day, trying to process what you’d done
>trying
>even after you woke up, after you brushed your teeth, after you ate
>you still tasted her
>you still felt her hoof on your head
>you still saw her front door and your hand reaching out to knock
>it was the evening again, and you found yourself back there
>again
>you were frozen
>you remembered the day well enough
>you’d done all you needed, probably
>but it felt like a dream
>someone pressed up against your back and reached for the door from behind you
>her
>she didn’t ask why you were here or even acknowledge that you’d arrived unannounced
>because she knew you were coming
>she guided you inside and sat you down at a table
>”I didn’t keep you waiting long, did I?”
>you shook your head
>”Good. I had to pick up some things for tonight,” she said, unpacking some items from a saddlebag
>corked bottles of bubbling liquids, glowing wands, unrecognizable trinkets you could only describe as “magical”
>”These should help you.”
>you didn’t ask with what
>you had a feeling
>”Let’s get started.”