"Friendship Lessons"

For as long as he could remember, Atticus had always wanted to ride a horse. He had grown up watching cowboy movies, seeing big, tough men with their guns riding off into the sunset on their big, tough animals. Seeing those actors—some of whom were his heroes even now— shifting and moving with their horses had awoken something deep inside of him.

He wanted to experience that. To feel the wind in his face, to feel something stronger, bigger, and faster carrying him over a grassy plain. It was a feeling that he knew no car, no airplane, no cold, dead machine could replicate. It needed to be a living thing, a horse with a saddle that had a place to put a rifle.

Unfortunately for him, he had never been able to even see a real horse for most of his adult life. He hadn’t lived anywhere near a farm, and hadn’t know anyone that knew any riders. More than once he had thought about finding a farm himself and just going out for a few days to live out his dream, but he had never been able to find the time.

Even now that he lived in a land full of horse-like creatures he hadn’t even been able to see his dream come to fruition. It just seemed awkward walking up to another thinking, feeling creature and asking if he could sit on their backs and ride them around while hooting and hollering for ten minutes.

But, to his delight, it seemed that today was finally going to be the day. He was going to finally ride a horse off into the sunset. Nevermind that she was a pony and not a horse, and there were no grassy plains or sunsets in sight, and that Rarity looked thrilled, terrified, and extremely embarrassed by the prospect.

“There we go!” Atticus chirped, leaning back so he could inspect his work. “That’s looking pretty alright if I do say so myself!”

He was crouched behind Rarity, doing his best to neatly braid her tail. Rarity, meanwhile, was shifting back and forth, fearfully looking around for any ponies that might see what they were about to do.

“W-We really shouldn’t even think of doing this, Atticus,” she said with a wiggle. “If somepony were to see us I wouldn’t be able to ever show my face in public again!”

She tried to step away from him, but without missing a beat the Atticus gave her tail a tug. Rarity, letting out a squeak, stepped back toward him.

“It’ll be fine. No one comes out this way. Now just relax and let me get this done,” he said, giving her tail another tug.

Rarity’s legs nearly bucked. She sucked a lungful of air through her teeth, looking over her shoulder so that she could give him a nasty glare.

“That’s very easy for you to say. You aren’t Ponyville’s biggest socialite,” she all but growled. “You don’t have an image to maintain. You don’t have a business to think about, or a little sister who looks up to you!”

Finishing the last section of her tail, Atticus gave it a tug to see if everything would hold in place. When the braid held he smiled, grabbing the ribbon in his mouth. As he did that, his gaze wandered up toward her rump.

Though Rarity had been acting as if she were ready to bite his head off since the moment she had arrived, he could clearly see that it was just all an act. Underneath that tail of hers he could see that unicorn was soaked. Arousal had coated her legs, and every time she wiggled it sent droplets of her cum dripping onto the ground.

Resisting the urge to shake his head, Atticus tied the ribbon to the base of her tail before standing up and dusting himself off. “I’ll tell you what, if someone does find us you can just say that I made you do this,” he said.

Rarity huffed, looking away from him. “That would make it even worse,” she said. “Not only would I be humiliated, but everypony would know that I couldn’t defend myself from some two-legged barbarian.”

Atticus smiled. “Barbarian?”

She nodded, her gaze withering. “Yes. Only a barbarian would make a lady such as myself do something as humiliating, degrading, and repulsive as this.”

Atticus’s smile widened. “If you don’t wanna to do this so much then why don’t the two of just go inside and forget about the whole thing?” he offered. “We could just go into my bedroom and have a good time there.”

He crossed his arms as Rarity fully turned around to look at him. Her muzzle scrunched up and her eyes narrowed. He just stared back at her, smile still on his face. The two stared at each other for several seconds before, with a huff, Rarity’s façade cracked.

“I… I’m a mare of my word,” she said, looking away from him. “Whether I like it or not I said that I’d make it worth your while if you let me make you shirts.” She eyed the shirt that he was currently wearing; her shirt, she noticed with a bit of pride. “So now I must keep my end of the bargain.”

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want you doing anything you’re uncomfortable with,” Atticus replied, giving the saddle sitting next to him a nudge with his foot.

Rarity’s gaze snapped toward the saddle. She shifted her weight, chewing her lip as her eyes widened ever so slightly. A shiver ran through her body, and if Atticus listened very carefully he could hear arousal hitting the dirt.

“No… n-no, do what you will,” she said, tearing her gaze away from the saddle to look back at him. “Just know that I shan’t enjoy a moment of it. You cretin.”

“Oh I’m sure you won’t,” Atticus teased, bending over and picking up the saddle.

While it was nothing like those leather-made monstrosities that he had seen in his favorite westerns, this saddle did have some real heft to it. Even so, he was able to place it onto her back without much trouble.

Rarity’s back arched when she felt its weight. She bit down on her bottom lip, shutting her eyes tight. “H-Higher. It needs to be higher, dear.”

Grabbing the back of the saddle and the horn, Atticus pulled it up her back.

She let out a very quiet groan, her backside wiggling and her tail flagging for all to see. “T-There we are…”

“Okay, now how do I tighten this thing?” Atticus asked, crouching down beside her.

Rarity took a few deep, shaky breaths. “Just slip the strap through the buckle.”

Looking under her belly, he grabbed the strap and slipped it through the buckle. Looking at her, he tugged on the strap as hard as he dared.

Rarity’s backside visibly clenched. “You’ll need… to tug a… little harder…” she said, now panting. “Make sure… it’s secure on my… oh my goodness… on my… back…”

Atticus nodded. Pressing his knee against her side, he tugged on the strap hard. To his surprise, what sounded suspiciously like a whinny escaped her mouth as the strap dug into her coat. Her back legs shook as he then fastened the strap in place and gave the saddle a tug, making sure that it wasn’t going to send him tumbling to the dirt the second he tried to sit on it.

“Is that it then?” he asked, giving the saddle a once over. “Do I need to do anything else so I don’t kill myself?” He gave one of the fenders a tug. “What about these leg holding thingies? Do I need to tie these up or something?”

“Those leg thingies… are called… stirrups, Atticus,” Rarity said as sweat dripped from her face. “And no… they are… fine as is…”

Atticus smiled. “Great! So I can get to riding, then?” he asked.

The unicorn closed her eyes. Taking a few moments to gather herself, she slowly shook her head. “No, you’ll need to place…” She shivered, rubbing her back legs together. “You’ll need to place the bridle on me…”

“The bridle? Are you sure?” he asked, looking down at the royal purple bridle that was lying in the dirt by his feet.

“If you don’t use a bridle then you’ll have to grab onto my mane, and you’re not getting those filthy hands of yours anywhere near my hair,” she said. “So, you shall need to use the bridle.”

“But don’t you want to be able to talk in case I hurt you or something?”

Making it a point not to look at the bridle, Rarity looked over at him. “As I said before, Atticus, I’m made up of far sterner stuff than you expect. I doubt a little r-riding is going to hurt me,” she said with her best smile. “And besides, if anything does happen, I still have my horn.”

Nodding, Atticus bent down and grabbed the bridle. Seeing that there was a bit of dirt on the metal bit, he cleaned it off as best as he could with his shirt.

“Okay, so how do I put this thing on?”

Rarity’s gaze finally settled on the bridle. She stared at it for several seconds, a flurry of emotions flashing across her face, too quickly for him to identify them. Eventually, the tip of her horn glowed, and with a spell she lifted it out of his hands.

“Allow me dear.”

With practiced ease she slipped the bridle onto her head, putting the bit into her mouth. She nickered as she tasted the metal tickles her taste buds, her tail flicking side to side as if she were trying to swat away flies.

As much as he wanted to start teasing her with how much she was clearly enjoying this, Atticus couldn’t help but rub his hands together.

Child-like excitement was beginning to well up inside of him. He didn’t see a sweaty, frazzled pony that was obviously getting off to this, but his mount. A mount that would carry him across deserts, help him chase after war-like Indians and outlaws alike, and take him to that special river where he would strike rich with mountains of gold.

The thought made him squirm, and for a second or two he imagined the weight of pistols hanging at his sides, the smell of gunpowder and beans, and the sound that a spur made as one walked across a wooden floor.

“Oh, goddammit am I excited,” he said, closing the distance between him and Rarity and placing a hand on her head.

Seeing that some of her mane was jutting out oddly from the bridle, he took a second to fix it. He then made sure that none of the straps would rub any part of her head uncomfortably. He had absolutely no idea if it helped in anyway, but Rarity seemed to appreciate the effort.

“Fank fu,” she said as best as she could.

Atticus barely heard her, his mind in far off places. “Man, I should have asked Applejack to borrow one of her hats,” he said, giving her head a few pats before he stood up. “That would have made this even better.” He looked around, a great big smile on his face. “Maybe next time I guess. Are you ready Rare?”

Rarity nodded, rolling her shoulders and widening her stance.

With barely contained excitement, Atticus swung his leg over the saddle and sat down. He heard Rarity grunt as his full weight settled on her back. She stomped a hoof, saying something around her bit.

“Are you okay?” he asked, looking down at her. “I’m not hurting you?”

Rarity shook her head, making his smile widen.

“Awesome,” he said, grabbing the reins and wiggling around in the saddle to try to get more comfortable. “Now let’s see what you can do, Rare. Mush!”

With a giggle, Atticus flicked the reins and started kicking the unicorn’s sides, trying to get her to move. Rarity’s back legs buckled for a moment, nearly throwing him from the saddle. He let out a yelp, his legs clamping down on her sides. He leaned toward Rarity’s head, trying to balance himself. Though he didn’t realize it, this caused him to roughly yank on her reins, forcing her head back.

Rarity let out a loud neigh at the treatment. Her whole body jerked, and for a moment it appeared like she was going to just fall over. At the last moment though, she was able to lock her knees, keeping the two from sending both of them to the ground.

“Whoa, easy there,” Atticus said, grabbing the saddle horn with both hands. “Are you sure you’re alright there?”

Rarity didn’t answer him. She couldn’t. Instead, she began making her way forward.

Atticus leaned back in the saddle, holding the reins out in front of him. “You’re alright then?” he asked, becoming more and more excited. “Great! Giddy up then! High ho Silver! Fill your hands you son of a bitch!”

Since the saddle he was sitting in was not made with humans in mind—and therefore its stirrups were too small for him to use—he was forced to hold his feet in the air to keep his feet from dragging in the dirt. It was also a size too small for him to sit with any sort of comfort, but he didn’t care. He was riding like he wanted, like he had dreamed about ever since he was little.

He had absolutely no idea how to ride a horse, or even sit in a saddle, so it was up to Rarity to do most of the heavy lifting. She slowly made her way around the human’s backyard, doing her best to get used to the feeling of someone riding her.

Twice she had to shift her weight to keep him from spilling out of the saddle as he let out a yell while waving an imaginary hat in the air. She stumbled, tripped on her hooves, and resisted the urge to cuss and swear but as minutes passed she found that, to her surprise, she was quickly getting used to it.

“Come on Rare! Come on!” Atticus said, tapping her sides with his heels.

The unicorn sucked in a lungful of air, her eyes widening. She paused mid step as a bolt of pleasure raced down the length of her spine.

“Come on, giddy up!” Atticus said, giving her sides another nudge. “I wanna go faster!”

With a toss of her head and a nicker—which made her stomach turn in embarrassment as the sound reached her ears—she did just that. Her walk became a trot, though a careful trot so she didn’t find herself lying face first in the dirt.

“There we go!” Atticus said, leaning back in the saddle and giving her rump a smack. “Come on girl! Get it!”

Her trot turned into a gallop as Rarity crossed the back yard. As she neared the forest, Atticus gave her reins a yank, forcing her to turn.

“Come on! I wanna see dirt flying! Go, go, go, go, go!”

Again and again Rarity found herself making her way back and forth across the backyard. With each pass she became more and more confident, not just with the uneven dirt but the rider on her back. She was beginning to get a feel for his moments, making adjustments accordingly.

As minutes turned into an hour all the horror and embarrassment that she had felt faded away. Her limbs felt lighter, the weight on her back became nothing. Her gallop turned into a full sprint as she let out a throaty, lust-filled neigh.

She wasn’t being degraded, or put in her place as she thought was Atticus’s intention and her quiet hope. It was so much better, fuller, more natural.

Something primal had awoken inside of her, something that she had never felt before. She could feel it in every vein, in every labored breath she took, every time Atticus nearly tumbled out of the saddle only for her to save him.

Racing toward the forest, she took a sharp left, tracing the edge of his yard. Though she didn’t notice it, Atticus was holding onto the saddle’s horn for dear life, smiling from ear to ear.

“Yeah! Go Rare! Go! Whoo!”

Suddenly turning, she sprinted toward the center of the yard. When she had reached the center, she let out her loudest neigh yet, digging her hooves into the dirt so that she could skid to a stop.

Atticus let out a yelp as the momentum lifted him from the saddle over her head and into the air. “OhsweetfuckingCHRIST!”

He flailed his arms as he flew head over foot. Somehow, through good luck or Rarity’s skill, he landed on his back with a grunt. Rarity, shaking like a leaf and breathing hard, watched as he laid there motionless for several seconds before he threw both hands up into the air.

“That was fucking awesome!” he said.

Though he didn’t see it, Rarity’s horn sparked to life. The saddle and reins that she had spent countless nights cutting and sewing were yanked off and tossed to the ground like trash. Snorting like an angry bull, the sweaty, dirty, half-crazed mare lowered her head let out a yell, and charged.

Laughing to himself, Atticus sat up. He was just about to dust the dirt off of his head when he saw her racing toward him at full speed. His smile disappeared and his brow furrowed in concern and confusion. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could even utter a single syllable the unicorn was on him.

“MINE!”

He let out a grunt as she crashed into him with enough force to send both of them rolling. The world became a blur filled with cursing and feral grunts. Atticus felt a hoof slipping under his shirt to grope his chest while his pants were being unbuttoned and zipped. But then, as suddenly and unexpectedly as it had started, the spinning stopped and he found himself staring up at the sky.

Dizzy and disorientated, he looked up to see Rarity looming over him. She was breathing hard, her mane and coat were covered in sweat and dirt and sticking up at odd angles.

“…Rare? Are you alright there?” he asked, gingerly reaching up and giving her side a few light pats. “Do you nee—thmp!”

He tensed as Rarity’s mouth crashed against his. She pressed her full weight down on him with a growl, her tongue slipping out of her mouth and all but forcing its way into his. He attempted to fight back, trying to beat back her tongue, but it was no use. Her wet muscle beat his down with a savagery he had never seen in the unicorn.

Leaning back under the assault, he did the only thing he could think of and reached down to give her rump a squeeze. Rarity nickered, deepening their kiss.

“Oh you… you savage,” she said, breaking this kiss with a gasp. “You brute, you beast, you Neanderthal, you terrible, horrible stallion…”

Her hooves left his shoulders to cup his face. Staring down at him with a mixture of warmth and outrage, she began peppering his face with kisses.

“How dare you subjugate me to that degrading, vile, embarrassing, fantastical, eye-opening, amazing…”

She paused, kissing both of his cheeks before pressing her lips against his. The tip of her horn glowed, and with a spell she pulled down his pants.

“Oh, by the Celestial sisters… you two-legged simpleton,” she said, grinding her soaked rump against his rapidly hardening manhood. “Oh you… you…”

Atticus smiled up at the mare. “So you had fun too then?”

Rarity’s eyes, already huge and wild, nearly bugged out of her skill. “Fun? Fun?! Oh I’ll show you just how much fun I had!”

Horning glowing, she grabbed his cock with her magic and pulled it through the slit in his underwear. Then, kissing him, she positioned herself over him and lowered herself.

“I’ll show you…”

The two tensed as Atticus’s tip brushed against Rarity’s folds. Rarity whimpered into his mouth, wiggling her backside as he gave it another squeeze. She nickered, giving his chin a nuzzle, rubbing his tip up and down her marehood, coating it in her juices. Atticus kissed her cheek, doing his best to ignore his heart pounding in his chest.

Rarity lowered herself a bit more. There was some resistance against his tip. Atticus found himself tensing. Rarity grinded her hips a little more forcefully, muttering something that he didn’t quite catch. He murmured something back, looking the mare in her eyes right as he finally slipped inside of her.

Atticus’s eyes slipped shut. His toes curled and he did his best not to buck his hips. Rarity, seeing his expression, let out a breathless giggle, pressing her forehead against his.

“Easy there dear. We wouldn’t want you ruining the moment now, would we?” she teased.

“I’m just amazed how l-loose it is is all,” he murmured.

This was a mistake, because he had barely finished his sentence when the unicorn’s inner muscles tightened around him, stealing his breath away.

Rarity snorted. “If you continue to spout lies I’ll—” She grunted, taking more of him into her. “—I’ll ravish you so thoroughly that your stallionhood will rip out of those dreadful pants of yours if I so much as raise my tail”

“That’ll be a problem, since you raise it all the time, you slut,” Atticus said through gritted teeth, digging his fingers into her cutiemarks.

His cock twitched. Her marehood spasmed. Both of them let out groans as Rarity lowered herself another inch.

Atticus could feel every ridge and bump inside of the mare. Her heat was all encompassing, and her marehood seemed like it was trying to milk him. Every inch she lowered himself his cock would twitch, leaking pre into her.

Two inches, three, half his length, Rarity lowered herself down and down. She never broke eye contact with him, even as her shapely rump settled in his lap. Atticus gritted his teeth. “Fucking hell…”

Rarity took a few deep breaths, looking down where the two were joined. A smile came to her face at the sighted, and without saying a word she rose up an inch or two before coming back down with a wet, meaty slap.

A bolt of pleasure raced through Atticus, causing him to thrust upward. Rarity giggled as he made her bounce, nosing his cheek.

“Language~” she cooed, raising herself up and slamming herself down to the hilt again and again.

With each bounce she rose herself higher and higher until just his tip was inside of her. She would move horribly slow one moment then blazingly fast another, never giving him chance to adjust.

Atticus did his best to keep his composure, but his hips began to move on their own, rising to meet her downward strokes. His hands wandered away from her rump, at first grabbing and groping but soon just touching. Even as sweaty and dirt covered the mare’s coat as it was still impossibly soft.

His cock twitched as Rarity wiggled her rump back and forth in his lap. He let out a gasp, legs tensing. To his shame, he could feel that familiar pressure beginning to build. Rarity seemed to sense that he was nearing his finish, since she picked up her pace.

“Come on dear,” she said, leaning down and giving him a kiss. “Give it all to momma. Paint her womb with your seed~”

She kissed him again, slamming herself down onto his lap and staying there. The muscles in her marehood went absolutely wild, squeezing and massaging.

Atticus, squirming underneath her, let out a groan before letting the pleasure overwhelm him.

Rarity let out a groan of her own as she felt the first spurt of his cum firing inside of her. That groan turned into a throaty hum and then a giggle as she grinded herself against him, trying to draw out his pleasure as much as possible.

Atticus had no idea how long he came, but when he finally found himself in his afterglow he was staring up at the sky, panting like a racehorse and sticky from the waist down. Somehow managing to pick up his head, he saw that Rarity had settled herself on top of him with her muzzle buried in his neck.

He wiggled around to see that he was still very much inside of the mare. A sigh escaped him, and he let his head fall back into the ground. Rarity nuzzled his chin, reaching down and grabbing his hand before closing her eyes.

“How’s it going, Twi?” he said with a smile.

In an instant, Rarity’s head shot up. “Twilight? Oh Celestia help me!” she shouted, her head darting around. “Atticus? Atticus! Why are you laughing?!”