The Human's Guide to Herding

Have you ever woken up in a bed that wasn't yours?

I did on that fateful day. And you know the worst part of it? There was no alcohol involved. It would be one thing if I didn't know where I was if I had a blood-alcohol content. But no, I knew exactly where I fell asleep, my own bed, but I did not wake up in that same bed.

No, the bed I woke up in was at least one size narrower and at least one foot shorter. Also, instead of the plain white sheets that I was used to, I was covered by a very colorful stitched quilt.

But there was one more thing, which I didn't realize until I tried to move. I wasn't alone in the bed. Again, no alcohol involved, there shouldn't be a stranger in my bed. But, then again, seeing as this isn't my bed, perhaps I am the stranger in its bed. The other individual was curled up against my right side, my right arm very gently laid across its back. I had to look down to get a good look at it, and I immediately made two observations: it wasn't a human, and it was a very nice color.

The other thing in the bed was mainly purple in color, and I could tell from its body being against my side that it was covered in fur. It had hair on its head that stuck out from the rest of it and also a tail which were a slightly darker purple color, like the color of grapes. I could only see its tail because the appendage was hanging off the bed.

At first, I worried that I had been the subject of some cruel joke. Like someone had moved me while I was sleeping, dyed a dog, and placed both of us in the same bed. However, I quickly threw this idea away because one, I didn't have any friends who would do such a thing, and secondly, it was definitely not a dog. It's snout was too curved, and its eyes, which were still closed at the moment, seemed over-sized. I was also pretty sure that it had eyelashes.

The best course of action, I decided, was to get out of the bed and let this other creature, whatever it was, rest. However, upon attempting to get up, I found that I couldn't. Its head was resting on my chest, and its foreleg was wrapped around my torso, holding me in place like a body pillow.

Realizing this, I went to plan B, which was to wake up the creature and get it to move. Very carefully, I brought my right arm up to its shoulder and gave a little shake. It moved in aggravation, like a little kid that didn't want to get up for school. I carefully gave a second shake, and what happened then blew my mind.

"Uhh," it moaned in a distinctly feminine voice, "five more minutes."

My jaw about came unhinged. It had talked! OK, now I was definitely either hallucinating or dreaming. Couldn't be drunk, no alcohol, remember?

"Umm," I stated slowly, not sure what to do, "I want to get up, would you mind moving?"

To its credit, it did move, just not in the direction I wanted. Now, instead of being against my side, it was now fully on top of me. Its head moved to beside my head, its forelimbs wrapped around my neck.

Then I heard what sounded like somebody smacking their lips together. The other creature in the bed then pushed up on its forelimbs, allowing its head to be above and look down at me. I could now see the pink-purple color of those over-sized eyes.

"Great," it smiled, "you're awake."

OK, that confirmed that I hadn't been hearing things before, it had indeed spoken. I was freaking out on the inside, but was trying to keep my cool.

"Yes," I replied, "I'm awake. Would you mind letting me up?"

"I was really worried about you," it said.

"What do you mean? Who are you?"

"Oh, right, my name's Berry Punch. What's yours?"

"William Johnson, Will for short. And I'm confused."

"You don't remember anything?"

"Oh God, there was alcohol involved!"

"Not for you, for me maybe, but not for you."

"Still confused."

"OK, see, I was about to go to bed last night when I heard a crash on my roof. Scared the shit out of me. Anyways, I went outside to take a look, and found you face-down on my Welcome mat. Not knowing what you were or where you came from, and it being too late to find somepony who would, I decided to bring you inside."

"Was I asleep at the time?"

"Yeah, you were heavy as fuck. You must weight what, 220 pounds or so?"

"Good guess."

"Anyway, it took all my drunken strength to get you up here and into bed. And then I just decided to sleep next to you, because why not?"

"You could have just left me on the floor, you know?"

"Yeah, but that wouldn't have been neighborly of me. Especially not with some creature that I don't know. What are you, anyway?"

"I'm a human. Look, I don't even know how I got here. And, Berry you said your name was?"

"Yep."

"Can I ask a question? You didn't do anything to my sleeping body, did you?"

"Like what?"

"Like any frisky stuff."

"Of course not, what kind of bucker do you think I am? But," at this point her eyes got this kind of mischievous look to them, "we could now that you're awake. If you want to, that is."

There went my jaw again. Had I just been propositioned by a talking purple creature.

"Run that by me again?"

"Sorry, that might be the hangover horniness talking. Although," she took a look back for a second, "you seem to be feeling it yourself."

For a moment, I wasn't sure what she was talking about. Then I remembered something important. You see, on Earth, I sleep nude. I know, most people wouldn't understand it. I don't even remember when or why I started doing it, but I do. And at this moment, I realized that I was naked. Naked in bed with a feminine creature I hardly knew. And, on top of that, the morning wood was in full effect, damn blood flow.

"Uh, Berry, I don't think we're on the same page."

"If we weren't, then you wouldn't be so hard."

"It's a human thing, OK. Nothing against you, I'm sure you're very pretty among your species, whatever that happens to be."

"I'm a pony."

"That explains a lot."

"Oh come on," she brought her head to the side of mine and rubbed, in what I could only assume was an affectionate gesture, I could smell the alcohol, "it'll be fun."

I was dumbfounded, "Berry, I think you're still drunk from last night."

"Nonsense," she said, rising back up and dismissively waving what I now knew was a hoof, "Besides, we're two consenting adults."

"You're don't give up, do you?"

"Nope," she now nuzzled her muzzle into my neck, which caused her lower body to slide further down, "I'm horny, you're horny, and morning sex is the best. That's all the reason I need."

I couldn't believe the forwardness of this pony. On the other hand, my body and nature were betraying me, as I could feel myself becoming aroused even though it was a pony that was doing the arousing.

"This is so wrong," I muttered, "OK."

Berry quickly raised her head up upon hearing this, her eyes much brighter than before.

"You, my human friend, are the best."

"I try," I sighed, still not sure what I had gotten myself into.

"Now, I think with your anatomy it would be easiest if I just," she began sliding her body lower on me until I could feel a familiar warm sensation on my cock.

Eventually, she reached where she wanted to be, lifting her rump slightly to give me space to maneuver. I decided I was going to let her lead, lest I have to defend myself later.

She reached down with one of her front hooves, cradling my cock in her wrist. I expected it to feel rough, but it was surprisingly smooth, almost velvety. She then guided my member to her pony pussy, and slid it in.

It felt amazing. It was warm but soft, wet yet still pretty tight. In shorter terms, it was the best I had ever felt.

To my surprise, Berry laid herself back on top of me. I had expected her to take the reins of control, but instead she seemed to  pass control to me.

"You sure, Berry," I asked, not wanting to do anything she didn't want me to do.

"Sure I'm sure. I'll tell you if I need you to stop. Don't think I will though, damn you feel good in there."

The OK given, I did the only thing I could do from this position. I reached my hands down to her flanks and latched on. This caused Berry to give a bit of a gasp, but that was nothing compared to the heavy breathing that started once I began bouncing my hips a bit.

"Ooohh, yes," Berrry moaned, "just like that. Aahh, at this rate, I won't last five minutes."

My sex drunk self decided to take that a challenge, squeezing her flanks tighter and bucking a little faster.

"How about this, Berry," I asked, my mind completely lost.

Berry pushed herself up on her forelegs, so that she could look at me. The look in her eyes screamed lust, and I was a bit afraid of what I had unleashed.

"Perfect," sh purred as best she could with the bouncing, "Don't stop until I cum, you hear me. You stop and I will smack you so hard."

"No problem."

We continued like this a few minutes more. Berry's moans and groans of delight increased in regularity and volume, building up to her climax.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm so close. I'm so close, Will, just a little further...aaaHHHH!"

Berry's whole body went stiff, from her hooves to her tail as she peaked in glorious climax. Her pussy gushed with juices as her vaginal walls clamped down on my cock and milked it for my own orgasm, which somehow or other, didn't come.

When her orgasm ceased, Berry gently laid herself back down on top of me, panting heavily. Looking up at me, she crawled her way up to my face, removing my cock from her pussy in the process. When we were nose-to-muzzle, she kissed me. It was a really tired kiss, like she was completely spent.

"You OK, Berry," I asked.

"Yeah," she panted, "just give me a minute. Taste me?"

I gave a nod, figuring that if I've come this far, I might has well. She rolled to the side, and I got up off of the bed. She continued to roll to her back and splayed herself out on the bed length-wise, but I knew that wasn't going to work. Very gently, I grabbed her hips and rotated her so that she was laying across the bed.

I went to my knees, lining myself up with her. From this position, I could actually see her lower lips for the first time, and I was surprised. They looked no different than a human woman's, she even possessed a clitoris.Now I know a few things about horse anatomy, and this was not it. But given the color coats, manes, tails, and the fact they could speak, I already knew that I wasn't dealing with an average equine.

I began with an experimental lick, running all the way up and ending with a flick of her clit, which caused Berry to moan once more. She tasted like strawberries, or strawberry wine to be more precise. After getting used to the pleasantly sweet taste, I dived back in, happily eating out this mare.

However, only a minute or two passed before Berry started making a whining sound. Looking up and to her face, I thought I was doing something wrong, but the look on her face told me otherwise.

"Sorry," she apologized, "it feels great. But I really need you back inside me, it's too much."

Smiling, I stood back up. At first, I considered just keeping her on her back, but then I thought of something. I decided to mount her, the way a pony was naturally built to have sex. Gently grabbing her hips again, I flipped her over. At this point, I noticed a matching pair of brands, one on each flank. The picture was of a bunch of grapes and a strawberry, which I thought was fitting.

Berry, knowing what she wanted, rose to her hind legs, lifting her flank in the air, her tail moving to the side. She kept her face on the bed, resting. Once again, I gave her flank a gentle squeeze, lining myself up. Easily, I slipped myself in again, her pussy even wetter than it had been before. I started slow, rhythmically pushing all the way in and pulling almost all the way out. However, it wasn't long before Berry was calling for me to fuck her harder and faster, which I happily obliged.

As the minutes passed, I could feel myself getting close to my release. I tried my best to ignore my feelings, wanting badly to give Berry another orgasm. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait long for the horny mare to reach this point.

"Just a little more," Berry panted, "I'm gonna cum even more than the first time. Damn you're good."

Her praise was not lost on my body, which began to almost involuntarily pick up speed and power. Each thrust brought us closer and closer until I was about to burst.

"Ugh, Berry," I grunted, "I don't know how much longer I can last."

"Please, just a few more seconds, I want to make you cum. Oh Will, just...right...there...AAAHHHH!"

Her second orgasm felt even better than the first. Her warm juices coated my cock and even splashed onto my pelvis. Her pussy contracted and squeezed, desperately wanting me to fill her.

That was it, I couldn't take any more. With one last thrust, I buried my cock as deep in Berry as I could. My cock gave a massive twitch as it released heavy ropes of semen into the mare. After five or six big spurts and a couple of smaller ones, I was finally done. I slipped my juice-covered cock out of Berry, who promptly flopped onto her side in exhaustion.

Normally, I would worry about cleaning up, but that didn't concern me at the moment. Berry shifted to her side on the bed, just trying to get her breath back. Deciding to be of help, I laid down behind her, pressing my chest into her back and rubbed her chest with my free hand.

"So," I said once I could take a deep breath again, "what now?"