There's No Lay Like A Pony Gal...
Sweet Apple Acres. It was older than the town itself by leaps and bounds. Over two hundred acres of pristine farmland; some of the most fertile in the country if rumors were to be believed. It was a land that —very obviously— revolved around the growth and selling of everything apple. What most people didn’t know however was that wasn’t all the farm did.
Milk was produced here, as well as a small herd of cows for meat. The Apples also grew corn and potatoes and the like. There were even some other fruit trees grown throughout the farm, though anything that so much as looked like a strawberry bush was uprooted and burnt with extreme prejudice.
At the northern part of the farm, past fields of corn and peas, was a small stable. This had been a project of Bright Mac’s; a space to hold and train folks’ horses to help earn the farm some more money. What had been a side project—almost a hobby really—had evolved into a rather profitable enterprise when Big Mac had taken the reins. Under his watchful eye, some of the best competition horses in the country were raised and trained.
It was here that Sunset Shimmer found herself. The fiery-haired was seated on top of a wooden fence, watching horses mingle and graze. Many were thoroughbreds, champion horses both for showmanship and rodeos. Some of their coats shone in the setting sun, some moved around with a dancer's grace, playing and neighing, without a care in the whole world. They were really spectacular animals.
The girl found herself sighing, resting her head in her hand as she watched a mare rolling around in the grass, hooves kicking happily into the air.
There was a noise behind her. Someone was walking toward her. It didn’t sound like Big Mac, and Applejack and Applebloom would have shouted a hello as soon as they saw her. Hopefully it wasn’t Granny. The old woman was sweet once she got to know you, but if she found strangers walking around on her property she wouldn’t hesitate to grab her shotgun. Sunset had met the woman more than once, but Granny was getting forgetful in her old age, and she didn’t want to be shot at. Again.
She looked over her shoulder to see someone very unexpected.
“...Anon?”
Anon E. Mous. He was a pretty strange guy, and not just because of his name. Not too talkative, and he had the most uncanny ability to disappear into a crowd. He was a lot like Wallflower, though he didn’t seem too bothered with being ignored. In fact, he seemed to prefer it that way. An oddball, but he wasn’t too bad once you got to know him.
The two had formed an odd friendship in the aftermath of Sunset destroying the school. He didn’t seem too bothered by the fact she had almost taken over the world, something which she had very much appreciated at the time.
“Sunset,” he said, not breaking his stride.
He hopped onto the fence right next to her, hands settling in his lap and fingers intertwining. Sunset stared at him, eyebrow raised, until he finally looked over at her.
“I wanted to watch the horses,” he said. “I like to do that sometimes after work.”
“The Apples are okay with that?”
“‘Course they are. I’ve known Mac since we were in Second Grade.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really. I’ve helped around here too. Whenever they need help bailing hay I usually get a call. What about you, Mrs. Twenty Questions? What are you doing here?”
“I was helping Applejack around the farm today and wanted to rest for a bit before going home, Mr. Grumpy Pants,” Sunset replied with a grin, bumping her side against his. “It’s zap apple season; she needs all the help she can get.”
Anon made a face. “Don’t really care much for zap apples.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I don’t know why, but they kinda taste like soap to me.”
“Huh… that sucks. Zap apples are amazing. I’m getting a few jars free of charge. I’ll have to come tomorrow to help though. You should come help and give me the jars of jam Applejack gives you.”
A snort was Anon’s reply. The two lapsed into silence, watching the horses frolic in their fields. One of the stallions had somehow gotten his hooves on a beach ball, and was deciding whether to play with it or be scared of it. A group of horses watched from a safe distance, ears flat against their skulls and bodies tensed.
“They really are majestic creatures, huh?” Anon said.
“Yeah, they are,” Sunset agreed.
The ball was popped when the stallion slammed his hooves down onto it with a snort. The noise it created was enough to send the herd scattering down the field with panicked whinnies.
“They are as dumb as rocks, but they are majestic…”
“Sunset?”
“Yeah?”
“You used to be a little horse, right?”
“I was a pony, not a horse, but yes. A unicorn to be more precise,” Sunset said. “Why?”.
“No reason,” Anon replied, shugging. “Didn’t think you’d be so casual about it though. Saying that sort of stuff brings around men in black suits.”
“The whole school and half the town saw me turn into a giant demon, Anon. Trying to keep people from knowing that I was a pony is the least of my worries.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Has anyone spoken to you about that? Like a cop or something?”
“Nope. The principal and her sister yelled at me, but other than that nothing.”
“Oh. Some people get all the luck I guess. So… are you a banished queen?”
“Queen?” Sunset said, looking over at him with a furrowed brow. “What the hay do you mean?”
“Were you royalty that had to run away or something? That’s why you ran through that weird statue outside of the school—”
“It's a mirror in my world.”
“A mirror?”
“Yeah. I’m not a queen, but I am nobility in my world. My family is an ancient house in a place called Canterlot.”
“Canterlot?”
“I know, I know. I don’t wanna hear it. The pony that founded the city was a big fan of puns.”
Anon raised his hands defensively, a grin on his face. Sunset rolled her eyes, smiling as well.
A black stallion trotted back toward where the destroyed beach ball laid. Slowly, he crept toward it, ears perked up. The stallion gave what was left of the ball a sniff and, seeing that there was no danger, began to graze on some of the grass right next to the piece of plastic. The rest of the herd, seeing all was clear, trotted back toward the upper fields.
“I, um, I left because there was some bad blood between my old teacher and I,” Sunset mumbled, looking away from him. “I was dumb, said some things that I shouldn’t have. You know what I was like a few years ago. How nasty I could get.”
“You did turn into a demon.”
“I did. I also remember you throwing a shoe at me.” She made a face. “One of the few people not under my control and you pulled off a shoe and threw it.”
“Damn right I did. Hit you right in the stomach too,” Anon said, chuckling. “I’ll remember that until the day I die.”
“I could have hit you with that fireball. You should have left, tried to get some help.”
“Oh, I know, but it really was piss funny looking back.”
He started laughing, spooking the horses. Sunset did her best to frown, but couldn’t quite manage it. She hated to admit it, but it was sorta funny.
“You’re pretty talkative today. Usually it’s a pain to get you to say more than a few words.”
“I’m tired. If I don’t talk I might fall asleep right on this post. Besides, I’ve always been kinda curious about the whole horse—”
“Pony.”
“—Pony thing. I never could find a good time to ask you though, especially with some of the stuff that’s been happening. I figured I’d wait until that whole thing at school blew over at least…”
Thoughts of the Anon-a-miss incident crossed Sunset’s mind. She quickly banished them with a shake of her head. Those days had passed. Everyone had forgiven her. She had friends, went to clubs, she even had a job that she enjoyed. She was no longer the meanie that had terrorized the school.
“Thanks, Anon. Really. That means a lot.”
“I figured you would. So… you miss it?”
“Miss what?”
“Miss your horse land. Pony world or whatever it’s called.”
“Equestria.”
“Nuh-uh, it’s not called that.”
“It is.”
“It is not. Don’t go bullshitting a bullshitter.”
“It is. We ponies have had a lot of pun enthusiasts in our history. One of our nation's founders was a huge advocate of them.”
“Whatever you say, Sunny. But seriously though, why not go back? Can’t you just go through the statue and go home?”
“I have, a couple of times actually. I can go back whenever I want to—keep that to yourself though.”
“Gotcha.”
“But I have a life here. Friends that I love, a gecko, I have an apartment that I really like, I was even accepted into North Valley College just last month. I can’t just pack it up and leave.” She let out a sigh. “Still, there’s some things I miss.”
“Like what?
“I miss using magic for everything, I miss the library in Canterlot. Oddly enough, I even miss my tail.”
“I bet you were the cutest little horse, Sunny.”
“You’re darn right I was,” Sunset said, lightly punching his arm. “There’s a lot I left behind, but I have more than enough here to keep my happy.”
Anon nodded. The sun was beginning to set, and the herd of horses were making their way toward the stables. Big Mac wouldn’t be around for another hour or so to let them all in for one last feeding and then sleep, but they usually liked to wait around the water barrel whenever it was twilight.
“What is it like; as a pony I mean?” Anon asked.
“It’s not too different honestly,” Sunset said. “My sense of smell was better as a unicorn, but my eyesight wasn’t as good as it is now. The second it got dark it was hard to see anything, even if you had a light spell. I could move my ears however I wanted too, while as a human I can just make them wiggle a bit. Skin also feels different than fur. It’s… hard to explain how, you just have to trust me.”
She lifted a hand in front of his face, wiggling her fingers.
“I really like hands,” she said. “They’re so much more useful compared to hooves.”
“Did you have to shoe yourself like a horse?”
“Not really. Some farmers would do it. I know ponies that worked for the railroad were shoed too. No pony in Canterlot would think about doing something like that though. You’d never get yourself a coltfriend with nails driven through your hooves.”
“Stallions didn’t like ugly hooves then?” Anon asked, grinning.
“If they were nobles no. Most of them wanted a tall, slender mare with a small rump and a long neck. Nevermind that most of them were bucktooth with big guts,” Sunset replied, sticking her tongue out. “A lot of mares I knew liked to fool around with the country folk down the mountain. They might have been as dumb as rocks, but they were built like brick shithouses.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I remember I went with them once. Spoke with a colt with the nicest jaw and legs I’ve ever seen. He also had this cute accent and a cowpony hat. I think his name was Braeburn. My dad found out about it and nearly had a heart attack.”
Sunset smiled at the memory. Her father had chased that poor stallion across half the country. Thankfully, he had managed to disappear somewhere. She hoped that he was doing well.
“You know what? I really sorta miss stallions. You human guys are cute—”
“Cute? I’m fucking adorable, and don’t you forget it, sister.”
“Shut up,” Sunset said, laughing as she punched him again. “You’re cute, but there’s something to be said for a muscular colt with a nice flank. If the sun hit them just right while they were walking you could see their muscles flexing against their fur and it just… unf. They’d know when you were looking too, because they’d lift their tails up just enough to give you a good look at their shea—”
She stopped, eyebrows furrowing as she looked over at Anon.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to get so caught up,” she said, awkwardly smiling. “I’m sure you didn’t want to hear any of ithat.”
Anon’s expression was unreadable, and for a moment, she thought she had been just a bit too open with him. She was about to apologize again when he suddenly smiled.
“It’s alright, Sunset.”
“Really? I didn’t mean to get weird.”
“You’re a pony in a human’s body that I personally watched turn into a demon. You’re probably the weirdest fucking person I know.”
Sunset opened her mouth to retort, lifting up a hand. Before a single word passed her lips she snorted, letting her hand drop.
“Yeah… I guess you’re right.”
“And hey, it’s not your fault that you like what you like. You were a pony for a pretty long time.”
“Nearly my whole life.”
Anon’s smile lessened a hair as he looked away. He fidgeted with his hands nervously. “...Hey Sunny, since we’re on the topic, did you know I have a preference for horses?”
“Really?” Sunset asked jokingly. “Do you mean that how I think you mean that or…”
“Yes,” Anon replied with a slow nod. “I remember when I was real young watching something on T.V. I think it was a documentary, or a recording of a rodeo. The stallions were nice, but I always really liked the mares. Just the way they were shaped, how they moved. They were beautiful. Perfect even.”
He paused, looking over at the horses drinking from the water barrel. His gaze turned toward Sunset. She could tell that this wasn’t being a joke. He was being a hundred percent serious.
“Anon?”
“Hmm?”
“You’re not teasing me, huh?
“I am not.”
“Oh…”
“Yep.”
“Did you ever…?”
“I did try, once,” Anon admitted. “That’s sorta one of the reasons why I started helping Mac around the farm when I had the time. I wanted to get close to a mare and… you know. One night I had a lot to drink and I sorta stumbled here toward the stables. There was a cute white mare that I really liked a couple years ago. Really sweet, always trotted up to me and let me pet her. Managed to find her and get my pants down.”
“And?”
“And I watched her take a huge shit in front of me,” he said. “Sobered me up pretty quick. They’re beautiful animals, but they’re just dumb animals, and no matter how screwed up I am I just can’t bring myself to do it.”
“Yeah... I can understand that,” Sunset said, tucking a bit of her hair behind her ear. “There’s all of these big stallions running around hung like dragons and they do nothing but fart and poop and eat. Big Mac takes really good care of them here, but have you seen what their junk looks like when it hasn’t been washed in a few days? It’s disgusting.”
“The whole “mare pissing in front of you while they’re in heat” thing is also pretty gross too.”
“The stallions here are so mean. They’ll bite you for any reason and they abuse their mares. If a stallion back home pulled half of what they do here they’d be locked in the deepest dungeon and never let out!”
“I’d like some horse kisses.”
“Is it too much to ask for a big, strong stallion to wrap his hooves around me?”
“I just want a big clit to suck and some nice little teats to play with.”
“I’d like a massive cock resting on my face while I lick their big balls.”
“I want to hear a mare whinny while I make her squirt all over my cock. Like the kind of orgasm that makes her weak in the hooves. Then I wanna keep going until she can’t stand and her tongue is hanging out of her mouth.”
“I want to see a stallion flare in my face and absolutely coat me with cum. I mean head to toe with semen. I want to have the smell of it on me for weeks.”
“I wanna kiss hooves. Like really get in there.”
“Why couldn’t your horses be intelligent? Why does life have to be so unfair?”
“It sucks.”
“Yeah it does!”
Both Anon and Sunset let out sighs, leaning against each other as the sun disappeared under the horizon, turning the sky a deep pink. The two were flush, Anon adjusting the very obvious erection in his pants while Sunset fanned herself with a hand as the two let their imaginations run wild.
“...Anon?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s really nice to vent like this. I haven’t even spoken with the girls about…”
“About wanting a big ol’ horse weiner to smack you around?”
“...Yes.”
“Well, thanks for not being freaked out about my weird horse fetish. It feels good to actually tell someone about it.”
“You’re welcome; and it’s not a fetish, you just have superior taste is all.”
Sunset snuggled closer to him, smiling. In Equestria, Anon would be in paradise. He could run around, having the time of his life. A horndog like him would probably gravitate toward the earth ponies. Humans seemed to prefer bottom-heavy females, and there was no fatter ass than one attached to a country mare. Then again, there was nothing like a unicorn in bed. She would know.
If it wouldn’t get her into trouble with Empress Cadence and her husband, she would take him here to enjoy himself, if only for a day or two. She had a feeling that he’d be a handsome stallion. Maybe she could send a letter to Princess Twilight to see if something could be arranged?
She closed her eyes, trying to picture what he would look like in her mind’s eye. Cute little ears, a good-sized muzzle, just a bit of chub around the belly. Underneath that belly would be a mouthwatering sheath, with a big pair of bouncing balls and a rump that you could bounce a bit off of. She licked her lips at the thought.
One of her hands moved toward the button of her pants before she stopped herself. She felt uncomfortably warm. She could see from a sideways glance that Anon was just as rearing to go as her.
Resting her head on his shoulder, she gave the air a sniff. Her sense of smell might not have been as sharp as she would have liked, but she could still take in his scent. It was masculine, laced with a bit of sweat and smoke. Not the scent of a stallion per se, but more than enough to make up her mind.
She pushed herself off him, swinging her legs around and hopping off the fence. “Come on, all of this talk of horse cock’s got me heated.”
“So?” Anon asked, looking at her as she stretched.
“So, I can see from that bulge in your pants that you’re imagining a winking mare squealing underneath you. I might not be a mare, and you might not be a stallion, but maybe we could help each other out?”
She gave him a smoldering look, using her biceps to press her boobs together.
“You might have a thing for mares, but I’m sure you’ve had a few fantasies about fucking the hottest girl in school anyway, right?”
Anon looked her up and down before looking away. “Eh.”
Shaking her head—though still smiling—Sunset grabbed him by his hand. She tugged on it, almost making him fall off the fence.
“Come oooooooooooooooooon. Don’t make me beg for it.”
She continued to tug on his hand until, grumbling, he climbed off the fence. As soon as both of his feet were planted on the ground, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down toward her as she got onto her tippy toes. She pressed her forehead against his, staring into his eyes. He stared back, bemused.
“You know this is pretty slutty, right?” he asked.
“It’s not slutty, it’s being spontaneous. If I didn’t know you, or if there was a group of guys here it’d be slutty.”
Anon smiled at that. “Pretty quick response. You tell that to all the guys you meet on the farm?”
“Nah, just you,” she replied, rubbing her nose against his. “Now shut your trap and kiss this naughty lil’ filly.”
Wrapping his arms around her waist, Anon did just that. He might not have had a stallions long tongue, but he sure knew how to use his. The kiss was aggressive, but not dominating, allowing her to just enjoy herself. She nudged her tongue into his mouth, pressing herself against him. A moan escaped her as she felt those hands of his slide down to give her butt a squeeze.
She broke the kiss with a gasp, biting her lower lip. “Anon?”
“Yeah?” Anon said, giving her a quick peck on the lips.
“You’re a good kisser.”
“Thanks, you red-headed weirdo.”
“You wanna go in the stable and fuck me, like right now?”
She didn’t wait for him to answer. Arms still around his neck, she leapt up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Anon widened his stance to keep himself upright, hands cupping her ass for support. He carefully made his way toward the stable’s entrance. Sunset wasn’t making it easy, peppering his face with kisses, but he eventually made it to the door. It took a few tries, but he was able to unlatch the bolt that held it closed and yanked it open.
The barn smelled of old hay and grain. Just outside, through the thin metal walls, they could hear the horses milling around. Anon stumbled inside, foot catching on a two-by-four and nearly sending them both to the concrete floor. He caught himself, hand slamming against the door to one of the stables. The noise spooked the horses outside, and caused Sunset to giggle.
She cupped his face. “You okay there? I’m not too much mare for you, am I?”
“That’s a hell of a way to ask if you’re fat,” Anon replied.
Sunset gave his cheeks a squeeze, sticking her tongue out at him as he carried her into the barn. She had never been in the stable before, but he seemed to know the layout very well, carrying her into a room filled with riding equipment. He set her onto a table, grabbing two riding blankets and tossing them onto the floor.
“There we go,” he said, offering her a hand.
She took it, using it as support as she leapt off the table. “Very romantic,” she said.
“Hey, it’s either here or the hayloft. Last time I was here, Mac said there was a rat infestation in the loft.”
He slipped his hands underneath her shirt. She tickled his chin, giggling as he poked her sides with his thumbs. Sunset raised her arms, allowing him to pull her shirt off, revealing her frilly bra that was a size too small. Anon got down on one knee, unbuttoning her pants.
He looked disappointed as he stared at her lower belly. “Man… I wish there was a pair of teats to rub my face against,” he said, pressing his cheek against her stomach.
Sunset patted his head. “You’ll just have to rub your face between a pair of teats that are a little higher and a heck of a lot bigger.”
With her free hand, she groped a tit. Her breasts had been the first thing that she had loved about being a human. They were just so high up on her chest, so… out there. And Harmony above were they sensitive. Just a bit of stimulation would make her shiver.
Her words didn’t seem to make Anon feel better. He looked up, watching her play with herself, with a scrunched up nose. She just winked, thrusting her hips into his face to get him back to the task at hand. He unzipped her pants, and with a few short, hard tugs had her pants around her ankles.
She was bottomless, her pubes well-trimmed. A pair of tight thigh-high striped socks nearly reached the space where leg and hip met. The shiny wetness of her arousal could be seen on her pussy in the artificial light.
Anon blinked, looking at her groin before staring back at her. “Really? No panties and long socks? What the heck are you doing, Sunset?”
“What?”
“What do you mean, what? I thought I was making a joke about you meeting boys near the stables.”
“What’s wrong with not wearing panties?” Sunset asked. “I don’t understand why you humans even wear underwear. You’re already wearing pants, why wear pants under your pants?”
“And the socks?”
The girl turned red. “I… um, socks were a pretty big deal back home. They were actually illegal in Canterlot. The House of Lords, the bunch of stuffy colts, thought they were too “immoral” and “grossly lewd”. If someone caught you wearing them there would usually be a big kerfuffle.”
She looked down at herself. “Since they’re legal here I couldn’t help myself and got a whole bunch of socks, since they’re really comfortable and I think they make my legs look really nice.”
Anon stared at her hard. “Sock are not illegal in horseland.”
“They are! Not just in Canterlot either, most of the major cities have bans on them.”
“Don’t you look me in the eye and fucking lie to me, Sunny.”
“I swear, I’m telling the truth! Next time Princess Twilight visits I’ll make sure you know so you can ask her.”
Anon stood up and took a step back, allowing the now flustered girl to kick away her pants.
“Why do you even care? You have a naked girl in front of you and you’re asking about socks!” she said, stomping a foot.
“...Why are you being so defensive about this?”
“I’m not!”
“Are you sure? Cause you seem like you are.”
Sunset huffed as he wrapped his arms around her. She puffed out her cheeks, reaching down to unbutton his pants.
“Shut up.”
Anon chuckled, giving her bare ass a squeeze. She pulled his pants down around his hips, slipping a hand into his boxers and fishing out his cock. He tensed as she ran a fingertip from base to tip, humming. His dick throbbed, some pre pooling onto his tip.
“It’s not a stallion’s, that’s for sure,” she said. “You’re pretty thick though, for a human. I can barely get my fingers around it.”
“Yeah, and I didn’t see a big, beautiful clit anywhere when I was on my knees, so we’ll both have to deal with it.”
“Oh my clit’s still there, ‘Non. She’s just a bit harder to find is all.”
She nudged him with her shoulder hard enough for him to reel back. With his pants like they were, he couldn’t catch himself, and fell ass-first onto the blankets. He was only able to let out a grunt in surprise before Sunset was on top of him. She straddled his waist, her pussy grinding against his cock.
“You gonna make me neigh like some dirty comfort horse?” she asked, her voice husky, pressing his face between her tits.
“I thought you didn’t like to be called ho—”
Sunset pressed his face deeper into her cleavage. With one hand on the back of his head, she used the other to unclasp her bra. Anon had a second to breath as she tossed it over her shoulder before she once again smothered him.
“Come on, you sexy lil’ chimp. You wanna fuck a mare? You better act like a proper stallion.”
Anon tensed. Sunset tried to push him onto his back, but he didn’t budge. His hands found their way toward her ass.
“There we go! I knew you had it in—”
She tensed as she felt teeth bite down onto her boob. Anon reared a hand back and brought it down onto her rump with enough force to make her yelp. Her back arched from the blow, freeing him between her breasts. Wide-eyed and sweaty, he rolled both of them over, pinning her to the blanket. Sunset let out a breathless giggle as he positioned himself. She was no mare, but her pussy felt warm and wet against his cockhead.
As much as he wanted to slam his hips forward, he stopped himself, leaning down to give her a kiss. He could smell her sweat along with the shampoo that she used. Her body felt almost too warm pressed up against him. He broke the kiss, looking right into her eyes. Sunset stared back, giving him a look that could have melted steel as she licked his lips. He kept his mouth away however. She exhaled, and he inhaled. He then inhaled as she exhaled. It took a few moment’s, but Sunset’s eyes widened as she realized what he was doing.
“Hmm~ sharing breath?” she said, wrapping her legs around his waist. “You keep that up and a girl might get the wrong idea, ‘Non.”
Anon said nothing, pressing his face into the nape of her neck. He began to grind his cock against her pussy, coating it in her arousal. Sunset’s breath quickened, her body twitching each time his tip rubbed along her lips. She lifted her hips, forcing him to grind against her more firmly. Her hands left his face, moving under his shirt and toward his back. There her nails gently racked his skin.
The two stayed like this for what felt like hours. With each grind, each little gasp, each lust-filled whisper, the room grew warmer and warmer. The smell of leather and horses disappeared, replaced by the scent of sex. Anon’s grinding became jerkier, quicker, his cock twitching and leaking. Sunset’s gentle racking of his back turned into the kind of scratches that would be hurting in the morning. Her moans had stopped; she was now doing her best impression of a neigh. It sounded close enough to the real thing that soon, Anon could no longer take it, pressing his tip against her.
One of Sunset’s hands left his back and snaked between them, grabbing the base of his cock. She held him in place as, slowly, he pushed himself into her. There was some resistance, his tip parted her lips. Sunset closed her eyes tightly, helping him find the perfect angle for penetration. A small twitch of the hips was all it took.
Warmth, wetness; he could feel her inner walls forced to spread around his length. His hips jerked again, and a few more inches were pressed into her before he had to stop. Anymore and he might have exploded inside of her. It just felt too good.
Anon exhaled breathlessly through his nose, trying to catch his breath. Sunset let her head flop back into the blanket. Her hand fell away from his back, her heels digging into the saddle blankets as she squirmed underneath him. The hand around his cock tightened.
“Fuuuuuuuucccccck~” she groaned, back arching.
When it felt like he wasn’t going to cum, Anon bucked his hips and stopped. He did this again, and then once more, before he realized that he couldn’t go any further. Forcing himself up onto his elbows, he looked down. Sure enough, he had hilted her. Looking back up, he saw Sunset staring down as well.
“Bigger… than you look,” she managed to get out, swallowing. “Go slow... please.”
Anon nodded, pulling back a few inches before thrusting forward. Each time he hilted, Sunset made a noise. As he went faster, those noises grew in volume and pitch. Soon, each thrust was rocking the girl forward, causing her body to shift up the saddle blankets until her shoulders were pressed against the bare concrete floor.
It was hard for him to get a good rhythm going. Sunset‘s womanhood was able to flex and tense almost like a pony. As hard as he could buck his hips she could just squeeze and turn his legs to jelly. She was also a biter, leaving a couple of nasty bite marks on his neck and shoulder.
When he was able to set a good, hard, pace, and the wet, meaty sound of his pelvis hitting hers echoed off the walls, those neighs and knickers sounded more and more real. He could feel himself twitching; it wasn’t going to be long now.
“Come on. Harder!” Sunset demanded, face contorting in pleasure. “You fucking monkey. You Celestia-damned stallion. Oh fucking, fuck, fuck fucccccccck!”
Her pussy became a vice that was so tight that Anon found he couldn’t move. Sunset then let out a scream that made his ears ring as her inner muscles began to powerfully milk him. He grunted in surprise as a rush of fluids hit his groin, toes curling.
He could feel his balls clenching. Even in his lust-fueled haze he felt panic as he tried his hardest to pull out. Sunset’s scream rose in pitch as her back arched. Her legs around his waist tightened, and her fingers left bloody marks in his back as she shook.
Anon bit his lip hard. He could feel himself pulsating. Using the floor as leverage, he pulled back with all of his might. Somehow, he was able to pull away from his warm, wet, tight prison just in time. As soon as he felt his tip hit cold air he let out a groan. His hips thrust forward, instinctively, causing Sunset to squeal as her overly sensitive clit was jabbed by his cockhead. With the thrust, he fell forward, holding her close as he found his release.
Pleasure went from his tailbone to his brain like a lightning bolt. He closed his eyes, shaking, just along for the ride. It lasted a long time, longer than any orgasm in living memory. When it was finished, he felt beyond exhausted. He was able to stare at Sunset’s cum-covered belly to admire his handiwork for a few moments before his body gave up on him and he fell onto his side with a groan.
His lungs felt like they were on fire, his head was spinning, and sweat was stinging his eyes. He tried to wipe his face, but gave up after a few feeble attempts, just trying to catch his breath. Both him and Sunset just laid there, dead to the world for what felt like an hour, until Sunset lifted her head and looked at him.
“You okay over there?”
Anon said nothing, just giving her a thumbs up.
She smiled. “Best pussy you’ve ever had, huh?”
“You want me to be a hundred percent with you?” Anon said, forcing his eyes to open. “Honestly? Yeah.”
“Really? No kidding?”
“If I’m lying I’m dying.”
“Well, you weren’t too bad yourself. Not too many stallions could make me squirt like you just did.”
“You’re just saying that.”
“Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye. I wish you would’ve aimed a bit more at the end though. I’m all sticky.”
“It was either on your belly or inside, and I’m ready to be a dad just yet,” Anon said, sitting up with a grunt. “Come on, lets get cleaned off before we go. I know there’s a hose somewhere.”
The two got onto shaky feet. Anon stripped out of his now thoroughly soaked shirt and pants, poking his head out of the room. Seeing that the coast was clear, he walked out to see that the horses had been put in their stables. Most of them had their muzzles buried in their feeding buckets, noisily chewing away.
Mac must have come in while they were going at it. He was going to have to make it up to him somehow.
“You look like you got your ass kicked.”
Anon looked over his shoulder to see Sunset pulling her socks off. Seeing him looking, she smiled, bouncing on her heels, causing her tits to jiggle. He rolled his eyes.
“I’m probably gonna need something for the scratches. I can already feel them starting to ache.”
“Sorry.”
“No you’re not.”
Sunset stepped out into the room, giving his ass a slap as she strutted past him. “You’re darn right I’m not. So, where’s that hose?”
Not only did they find a hose with the water already ready turned on—another thing Anon would have to thank Mac—they found some soap and shampoo. Horse soap and shampoo, but neither were going to complain.
Turning on the hose, Anon immediately lifted the stream of water so that it began to pour down his back. He hissed as he felt the cold water hit his scratches.
“You want me to soap you up?”
“You soap me up Mac is gonna find you hanging upside down from the ceiling.”
“I have some bandages back at my place. You can come over and I’ll fix you up.”
“I would appreciate it.”
Anon didn’t bother with the soap or shampoo, he just quickly rinsed himself off, trying to get as much sweat and grime off his body as he could. Dripping wet, he then turned the hose onto Sunset, who let out a yelp.
“Cold! Asshole!”
“You’re lucky there’s any water in here at all. Now stop moving.”
He rinsed her off. She grumbled and winched, especially when he soaked her hair, but soon got used to the water. She used the soap to lather herself while Anon got her hair.
“You sure wanna use this stuff? It might make your hair fall out.”
“It actually works great. This is the same brand I use at home.” One of Sunset’s soapy hands ran along Anon’s neck, carefully touching the bitemarks there. “Wow, human skin is thinner than I thought.”
“Also doesn’t help you got teeth made for biting into meat now,” Anon replied, placing the stream of water over her head.
“...Now I actually feel kinda bad. Are you sure you’ll be alright?”
“I’ll be fine. You better have peroxide back at your place though.”
Seeing that Sunset was soap-free, Anon turned off the hose and made his way back into the saddle room to grab his clothes. Sunset followed him.
“Anon?”
“Yeah?”
“After I’m done helping Applejack tomorrow would you like to go out and do something? Maybe go see a movie?”
Grabbing his pants, Anon gave them a hard shake, sending bits of hay and gravel flying everywhere. He turned toward Sunset, still naked as a jaybird, hands behind her back and a hopeful look in her eye. A smile came to his face as he grabbed her clothes and handed them to her.
“I could go for a movie. You’re paying for the snacks though. I'll pay for the movie and the dinner after.”
