A Bossy B*tch
Sitting on his couch, staring down in disbelief, Anon read and reread the letter he’d received. Getting something in the mail that wasn’t junk or a bill was surprising enough as it was, so getting a formal invitation to the Rich family estate had taken him completely off guard. Squinting at the somewhat terse message, wondering if there’d been some mistake, he scratched the side of his head.
Anon,
I trust this letter finds you well. While I’ll admit that I was somewhat surprised to see your offer so brazenly posted in the Ponyville Daily, I couldn’t resist taking you up on your offer. Please see yourself to our estate on Saturday morning, before noon if possible.
I look forward to seeing you,
S
The correspondence raised a number of questions - questions he was struggling to answer. He had no memory of posting anything to the Ponyville Daily, nor could he fathom what his alleged offer consisted of. Perplexed and more than a little curious, he glanced over to his calendar. Considering the town was small, and that it had likely only taken a day or two for the letter to arrive, he was left to assume that the Saturday mentioned was in fact that very day.
Unseating himself, he trudged into his room to get fully dressed. Seeing as how he didn’t have any plans for today, outside of a brief trip to the grocery store, he saw no reason not to visit the Rich family and see what they were on about. Though he didn’t know Spoiled, Filthy, or their daughter personally, he’d heard of them plenty of times before.
The Rich family were easily the most wealthy ponies in Ponyville - at least, as far as he was aware. From what he’d gathered, the lot of them were pretty full of themselves, didn’t typically mingle with those they deemed below themselves, and they tended to flaunt their lofty financial standing - in short, they were supposedly some of the worst type of well-to-do creatures. Trying not to let the rumors and gossip taint his thoughts, while he donned a clean t-shirt and shorts, he prepared to depart.
Seeing as how the mail pony had only delivered the letter an hour ago, and it had already been mid morning, he briskly strode out of his apartment and towards the Rich manor. Outside of receiving the nebulous message, his morning had been pretty routine - then again, most days had become pretty routine. Equestria may have been a magical place, literally and figuratively, but he still had responsibilities.
He’d taken a job at the Hayburger shortly after his arrival, with Twilight insisting that the regular employment would help him adjust to his surroundings and make new friends; she’d been right, for the most part, yet it had still taken him months to get comfortable with the strange land he found himself in. Little by little, steadily grasping that he was likely in Equestria for the long haul, he eventually settled in and started genuinely enjoying himself - well, mostly enjoying himself.
While he’d made a number of friends, gotten his apartment furnished, procured a new wardrobe, and even picked up a number of hobbies, there was one element that his life utterly lacked - romance. Try as he might, having taken swings at a number of young, charming creatures, his advances had been shot down each and every time. He knew the letdowns weren’t because of his species, since interspecies relationships were openly accepted, but that did little to assuage him.
As far as he could tell, he was simply unlucky with females of any species. There’s only been a small handful of women he’d dated on Earth, with each of those relationships failing shortly after they’d begun, and it seemed as though that trend followed him to Equestria. Going without his special somepony would have been bad enough by itself, yet there was another facet to his dilemma - he’d found himself increasingly attracted to the little quadrupeds.
Be darned if he could explain it, but there was something alluring about most of the mares he’d met. A great many of the charming creatures were adorable to a fault, virtually none of them wore clothing, and nearly all of them were pretty short compared to himself. The top of most adult ponies’ heads only came up to his groin, which really, really tickled his fancy. Not only did his height make him a veritable giant amongst the townsfolk, but his latent interest in vertically challenged girls had gone absolutely wild over his relatively large stature.
“Morning, Anon!” a voice chipperly shouted, shaking him from his thoughts.
Looking to the side, spying a crimson maned mare waving at him from beside a flower cart, he smiled. He often ran into Roseluck on his way to or from work, especially if he was on the early morning shift, and he’d quickly grown fond of seeing her. Diverting off his course, if only to give her a brief hello, he raised his hand.
“Doing alright today?” he asked, squatting down before her.
“I sure am,” she responded. “I just got a big order in, so that’s going to keep me busy for a few hours. Are you out taking a stroll, or is the Hayburger finally doing away with their uniforms.”
“Nah, I’m just taking a stroll over to Spoiled and Filthy’s house. I got an invitation from them this morning,” he replied, fishing into his pocket and presenting the letter.
The mare’s eyes widened slightly, and a blush crept into her face. “Is this about your - Uh…”
Anon rocked back, unsure of how to take the peculiar reaction. After giving her a moment to say something, hoping she’d simply had a mental hiccup, he squinted over at her. “Is this about my…?”
“Nope, I’d rather not know,” she huffed, closing her eyes and shaking her head. “You’re an adult human, and I respect whatever decisions you make.”
He lifted a finger to say something, but his mind went blank. Something was definitely amiss. For as long as he’d known Rose, he’d never once seen her get flustered, let alone act in such a strange fashion. Thinking fast, hoping to derail whatever awkward moment he’d just put himself in, he got to his feet, placed his hands on his hips, and pursed his lips.
“Can’t quite say what you’re on about, but wish me luck,” he chuckled, grinning down at her.
Holding her ground, giving him a quick once-over, Rose shook her head. “And I can’t quite say why I’m going this, considering what you’re going to be doing,” she began, plucking a rose from a partially finished bouquet, “but good luck.” Smiling sheepishly, avoiding eye contact, she extended the flower towards him.
Taking the small offering, he dipped his head. “Thanks, I’ll -”
Dong...Dong...Dong…
A rhythmic clanging caught his ear, prompting him to peer over his shoulder. Resting in the distance, with its hands resting squarely on twelve, the clock-tower bluntly reminded him of just how late it was. Though he wasn’t certain why he was supposed to be at the Rich family’s home before noon, being punctual had gone straight out the window. Setting his brow, he wheeled around and took off towards his destination.
“Thanks again, Rose! I’ll catch you later!” he yelled, jogging away from the florist.
Moving at a decent clip, it didn’t take him long to reach his destination. Filthy, Spoiled, and Diamond lived on the very edge of the eastern side of town, which meant he hadn’t had to travel all that far - that being said, the impromptu cardio and unseasonably warm weather took a heavy toll. Reaching the walkway that led to the front door, fanning his shirt, he slowly approached the sizable home.
Truth be told, the building was more akin to a mansion than a traditional house, being three stories tall and one of the largest structures in ponyville. He’d passed the place more times than he could count, but he’d never had a reason to actually walk up to the colossal manor. Catching his breath, as he stepped to the threshold, he wiped his face, brushed off his shirt, and attempted to make himself presentable - after all, even if he hadn’t been invited for some formal engagement, he didn’t want to look like a total ragamuffin.
Lifting his hand to knock, the door mystically opened before him. Knitting his brow, the man glanced downward, spotted whom was waiting just inside, and swallowed hard. The magenta mane, pink coat, and teal eyes were unmistakable in and of themselves, but the haughty look of disapproval was totally singular. Without a doubt, he was standing before the mother of the household.
“You’re late,” Spoiled huffed, leering up at him.
“I’m - uh -” he fumbled, grasping at the first thing that came to mind, “fashionably late.” Lowering himself, he knelt down and presented the rose he’d been carrying. “But really, sorry for being off by a few minutes.”
The mare’s eyes swept from the flower in his grip to his face, locking eyes with him. “Is this a joke, or are all human escorts as droll as you?”
Anon shook his head, positive that he’d misheard her. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Your ad, you simpleton. I saw your ad, penned you a letter, and here you are, although I’m already questioning my decision on the matter,” she groaned.
“Ad? Listen, I didn’t post any ad,” he sighed, growing increasingly befuddled. “Maybe you misread -”
“I did not misread anything!” Spoiled blared, angrily stomping one hoof. “Do you think I’d summon you here simply to have a chat? If I hadn’t seen your listing in the personals section of the paper, you wouldn’t be standing here,” she continued, reaching up and grabbing his collar. “Now then, if you’re quite finished with whatever little game you’re playing, you’re going to carry me up to my room, fling me onto the bed, and rut me like it’s the last day of your miserable life.”
Anon gulped and held his hands up defeatedly, when the memory struck him out of the blue. The details were hazy, very hazy, but he had some vague recollection of writing a message to the Ponyville Daily. Pinching the bridge of his nose, screwing his eyes shut, fragmented flashes came flooding back. A bottle of brandy, a tearful night of lustful self-pity, a notebook, and a pencil had proved a deadly combination, leading him to apparently pen something scandalous to the newspaper; frankly, he wasn’t sure what was more disturbing - the fact that he’d drunkenly submitted a classified advertisement or that the publication had seen fit to run it.
“Well? Are you going to stand there all day, with your mouth hung open like some simpering buffoon, or are you going to rail me out?” she demanded, sneering at him.
The man blinked, finding himself in a very precious situation. On one hand, he knew she was married, and had assumed she was in a relatively happy relationship - on the other, she’d been painfully clear about what she wanted him to do, having been led on by some bawdy, brandy fueled rant he’d sent to the news paper. It wasn’t like he was opposed to having his interspecies cherry popped, though the thought of plowing a taken mare didn’t quite settle well with him. Steeling his resolve, he uneasily lifted a finger.
“What about your husband…?
“What about Filthy?” she snarled. “He’s away on a business retreat and, knowing him, he’s likely balls-deep in some svelte little kirin femcolt.”
“Wait, seriously?” he blurted, taken aback by the flippant claim.
“Did I stutter?” she countered, only then seeing the genuine surprise on his face. With a heavy sigh, relaxing her grip, she shook her head. “My husband and I have a mutual understanding. With the fires of our passion having long since burned out for one another, we’ve agreed that we can sate ourselves with others, so long as it doesn’t upend the household or cause any undue stress to our dear, sweet Diamond Tiara.”
Gingerly removing her forehoof, the man withdrew. “So you’re both cool with this - I mean, if we do go upstairs to - Um…” he trailed off, feeling his cheeks redden.
“Not like I’d particularly care what Filthy’s thoughts are on the matter, but yes,” she grunted.
“So you called me over here to-” his dallying cut short, as she stepped forward and pressed her nose to his.
“Anon, I am in the midst of a terrible heat, have the house to myself, and I need to get fucked by the biggest, strongest thing this pitiful excuse for a town has to offer. If you don’t carry me up to my room, I’ll drag you there myself,” she seethed, curling her lip in disdain.
Though the sudden and wholly unexpected turn of events was jarring as all get-out, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit turned on. He’d always had a weakness for older women, back when he’d been on earth, and the interest had carried over to equines as well. The fact that she was being domineering and exceptionally pushy hit several more buttons of his, sending blood racing to his face and loins. Ultimately, telling himself that he had little choice in the matter, he wrapped his arms around her, secured his grip, and stood.
“That’s more like it,” she smugly grumbled, adjusting herself in his grasp.
Stepping inside, kicking the door closed behind himself, Anon took stock of his surroundings. He’d never been close to the mansion, let alone stepped foot inside it, so he had no idea where her bedroom was. She’d mentioned he was supposed to carry her up to her room, but he didn’t have the foggiest clue exactly where that was within the expansive home. Strolling to the stairs, doing his best to make sure his host was comfortable, he began to ascend - that was, until something stroked and rubbed against his chest.
Peering downward, he slowed. The mare pressed her cheek against him, quietly breathing through her nostrils; it would have been relatively cute, had her intentions been less lecherous, but he wasn’t about to complain. Hastening his pace, reaching the second floor, he turned his head and peered down a long, straight hallway leading to his left and right.
“Third door on your right,” she hummed, bringing her lips to his nipple.
Anon shivered and quickly marched in the direction she’d indicated. While he could hardly believe what he’d been summoned for, his excitement steadily mounted. His pants tented, his pulse spiked, and he gnawed his lower lip, as she gently lipped and kissed his chest. Reaching what he assumed was their destination, being the only open doorway he’d come across, he stepped into a dimly lit room and scanned the interior.
A large, king-size bed rested against one wall, opposite an expansive vanity, with a veiled window casting a soft light on the chamber’s interior. With two doorways resting within, leading to what he assumed were a walk-in closet and a restroom, it was quite a lavish and spacious bedroom, nearly as big as his entire apartment. Sadly, his admiration was cut woefully short, when the mare bit down on his nipple.
“Bed,” Spoiled huffed, peeking up at him.
Doing as asked, he walked over and gently deposited the bawdy equine onto the bed. “You - uh - want me to close the door.”
The mare nodded, getting to her hooves and moving to the center of the mattress. “And lock it, please. I’d hate for one of the maids or our gardener to get a free show.”
“Right,” Anon sighed, wheeling around and moving to secure the entrance.
Her mention of having the house to herself had apparently excluded any of the help the family employed. Closing and locking the door, going so far as to test the knob, he turned towards his host and froze. Sprawled beneath the headboard, laying on her back, the mare slowly spread her legs and beckoned him to herself; it was, without a doubt, one of the hottest things he’d seen since coming to Equestria, and his body immediately responded.
Even from a dozen feet away, he could appreciate her full, mature figure. A pair of ripe, relatively large bosoms rested on her lower abdomen, just above her nethers - nethers which glistened in the faint light. It wasn’t like he was an expert on horses or anything, but he’d heard enough about winking to know it when he saw it. Spontaneously opening and closing, the meaty lips of her marehood revealed her succulent, pink interior.
“Now that I have you here, how about you show me that exotic body you’ve been hiding from everypony,” she purred, unabashedly reaching down to stroke her loins.
Keenly aware of just how turned on he was, feeling his erection struggle against his shorts, he numbly nodded and started pulling at his shirt. It wasn’t like he was some top-tier athlete or anything, having what he could classify as an average build, but she seemed genuinely interested in his body. Seeing as how she was a bit older, middle aged by pony standards, he could only assume the prospect of bedding a large alien got her motor running, but he couldn’t be entirely sure - regardless, he deftly removed his top and threw it to the side.
“Now the rest,” she hummed, with her ravenous eyes locked upon his groin.
Already reaching for his waist, Anon made short work of loosening his belt and buttoning his shorts. Slipping glances to her, watching her lazily rub her sex, his heart raced. He’d had no way of knowing this was how he’d get his first lay in Equestria, yet he was too excited to give it much thought. Hooking his thumbs over his trunks and underwear, hauling them down his legs, he revealed himself to her.
“S...Sweet, merciful Celestia!” Spoiled gasped, staring dead at his boner.
The utterance hit him out of the blue, taking him by surprise. In the blink of an eye, his hands sailed to his crotch, covering his manhood from the licentious pony. The thrill of being brazenly asked to lay her withered and disappeared in an instant, replaced by a heady cocktail of self-conscious shame and doubt. He should have figured his endowment couldn’t rival a stallion’s, but he hadn’t even considered the size of his endowment until that moment.
“It...It’s not that small,” he stammered, keeping his eyes glued to the floor.
“Small?” she scoffed, causing the man to glance up at her. “If that’s what you human’s consider small, I’d hate to see a large one!”
“I...Really?” he muttered, shocked by the statement.
Waving him over, the mare rolled onto her belly and crawled to the side of the bed. “Come over here, I simply must have a better look at that behemoth! And stop covering yourself like some bashful young colt - for goodness sake, we’re both adults here.”
Her admission bolstered his confidence beyond all reasoning, making him feel like a titan. Moving his hands to his sides, as he leisurely strolled over to the bed, his manhood proudly swayed back and forth. Considering the shocked reaction she’d had, he was almost positive her admission had been genuine - which gave him a much-needed confidence boost. Reaching the side of the mattress, bringing the tip of his length just within her reach, he rested his hands on his hips.
“Closer,” she urged, prompting him to step forward. Dragging her cheek along his length, she pressed her snout against his bare crotch, sharply inhaled, and visibly shivered. “Absolutely amazing.”
“Thanks,” he whispered, seeing her lift a foreleg.
Gently pressing the frog of her forehoof against his cock, she cautiously stroked him off. The sensation was odd - not unpleasant, but definitely different from any sort of handjob he’d had before. Though the wall of her hoof was hard and unyielding, the sole was actually quite soft and warm. Content to enjoy the show, curious if she’d had a sudden change in tactics, he watched her play with him.
Bringing her nose to his tip, staring down his length, she glowered up at him. “How many mares have you ruined with this, you beast.”
“I…” he faltered, feeling a knot form in his stomach.
“Five? Ten?” she pressed, shifting her grip to his balls.
“None,” he disheartedly admitted, hanging his head. “You’d be the first…”
Without saying a word, the mare released him, pushed herself up, and trotted to the center of the mattress. “I would say you’re lucky, but that simply isn’t the case.”
“Why?” he asked, lifting his head.
Easing herself down, she flipped onto her back, grabbed her rear fetlocks, and promptly presented herself. The sight was staggering, the sort of thing he’d only ever seen in pornos or dirty magazines, yet this was real. Somehow, be it from fate or sheer dumb luck, he’d found himself with a haughty, older, married mare who was practically begging to be dicked down. As if on cue, she snickered and licked her lips.
“Dear, sweet Anon,” she tutted, looking him from top to bottom, “because once you’ve sampled what a seasoned mare has to offer, you’ll never be satisfied with anything else…”
The assuredness of her words were the final nail in his coffin, sealing his fate and leading him onward. Stepping to the bed, unable to restrain himself any further, he crawled to the mare. As he approached her loins, bringing his face to within an inch of her slavering sex, two things struck him - the heat radiating from her nethers and the aroma of her arousal.
As silly as it may have sounded, he swore he could have roasted a marshmallow off her snatch. He’d realized that ponies had a naturally higher body temperature than he had, having received or given hugs to several of the colorful equines, but he couldn’t have fathomed just how big the difference was. Propping himself on one hand, drawn by her ambrosial scent, he brought his lips to her entrance.
Pushing herself up, Spoiled peered down at him. “What are you...Oh...Ooooh,” she exhaled, closing her eyes. “What a gentlecolt. It’s been ages since somepony was kind enough to warm me up beforehoof.
Softly kissing her snatch, wetting his lips with the nectar dribbling from her depths, his palate went alight. Sour and with a unique tang, the flavor of her lust was only vaguely similar to a human woman’s. It was hard to describe, but there was a distinct grassy note to her juices. His first taste was followed by a second, then a third and a fourth, until he was steadily lapping away at her.
“Mmmmmn,” she groaned, softly squeezing his head between her plump thighs.
Though he was aware that she’d said something, his hearing was muffled by the pair of meaty legs warming his ears. Wormed his arms under her thighs, intent to savor the moment, something brushed against his hand. Blindly groping the soft, supple mass, it took him a second to realize what he was squeezing. His fingers played over the doughy mound, eventually brushing against a stiff, warm bud of flesh.
He hadn’t expected his fondness for breasts to traverse the interspecies barrier, but he couldn’t help himself from appreciating her rack. Propped on his elbows, he delicately twisted and pinched her nipples. Whereas most mares had very modest teats, Spoiled was an exception. Being a bit older, and having birthed at least one foal, her bosoms were more than enough to easily fill his hands.
His tongue probed into her canal, as he lazily turned to the side. Laying on a raging boner wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing in the world, but adjusting his positioning served an additional purpose. Freeing one hand, seeing no need to devote his full dexterity to her generous bust, he reached down and lazily jacked himself off.
Craning her neck, locking fetlocks on his shoulders, she pinned him against her cunt. She’d been clear enough with her intentions, but her actions reaffirmed her words. While he still wasn’t sure if she was in heat or not, having never really discussed the topic with anyone before, he was almost certain she’d been serious about her condition. As she bucked her hips, smearing his face with her arousal, he doubled down and jammed his tongue into her.
The mare moaned and winked fitfully against his nose, while he fully committed herself. The unusual taste and fragrance mingled with the sound of her passion, causing his heart to thunder in his chest. Getting himself off, while feverishly feasting on her nethers, was fun enough, but he couldn’t say how long he’d be able to stand it. Fortunately for him, he didn’t have to wait long.
As quickly as she’d begun, Spoiled leaned in, unlocked her legs, and patted the top of his head, putting a halt to his ministrations. “Lay on your back.”
Eager for things to progress, Anon pushed himself away and rolled onto his back. Though he wasn’t on the dead center of the mattress, there was still plenty of room for them both to maneuver. The sound of a grunt caught his ear, drawing his attention to his host. Getting to her hooves, the mare moved to his side, swung a hind leg over his hips, and straddled him.
“Try not to disappoint me,” she intoned, gradually lowering her drooling snatch to his turgid manhood.
Squatting down, bringing her entrance to the tip of his length, the mare swiftly impaled herself. Seeing his comparatively large length slip into a creature so much smaller than himself was impressive enough, but the fact that she did so by feel alone gave Anon a moment for pause. He was definitely wrangling with a pony well-versed in the carnal arts, and she obviously wasn’t concerned with bedding a different species, so he was immediately put on the back foot.
As came close to fully sheathing him, with only an inch or so of his length left to go, she grunted. Enthusiasm and experience could only get her so far, leaving her to struggle with the root of his tool. Setting her jaw, taking a second to compose herself, she threw her weight down and hilted him. He would have congratulated her, or possibly offered a bit of affection, but the sensations she afforded left him unable to speak.
Like molten silk, her interior was downright heavenly. Hot, slick, and deliciously snug, he couldn’t remember ever feeling something so wonderful - that or his protracted dry spell had taken a toll on him. He’d hoped to savor the moment, especially since he presumed she’d need some time to adjust to the intrusion, yet he’d been mistaken. Lifting herself up, freeing the root of his dick, she started fucking herself on him.
“Well,” she groused, nonchalantly bouncing on his lap, “are you just going to sit there or are you actually going to do something?”
Anon tensed, reminded that he had a job to do. As much as he would have liked to take his time and enjoy himself, she wasn’t going to let him dally. Lifting his legs, bracing his feet against the mattress, he started thrusting into her. Seeing as how she appeared to be struggling a bit with his girth, softly grunting and wincing atop him, he didn’t want to be too rough with her, so he started off slow.
Gingerly bucking his hips, completely out of sync with her movements, it didn’t take long for the mare to disapprovingly note his lack of technique. Though she didn’t stop, keeping her steady rhythm, she scowled down at him. The contemning look stood in stark contrast to how amazing the sex was, causing him to question what little sexual technique he had - still, he wasn’t about to throw in the towel. As he extended his arms, hoping to grab her hips, she batted his hand away.
“If you can’t even fuck me properly, just play with my clit. For goodness’ sake, why did the one human to come here have to be so inadequate in bed,” she groused, leaning back and giving better access to her groin.
“Sorry,” he murmured, dutifully reaching out to rub the exposed nub above her stuffed entrance.
“As well you should be,” she huffed. “Honestly, if it weren’t for your size, I would have already sent you home.
The scathing critique robbed him of any enjoyment, immediately souring his mood. His first time with a pony, let alone any different creature, should have been memorable in a good way. Stroking her clit with one thumb, he grabbed one of her breasts with his free hand - that was, until she stopped dead and stared at him.
“Did I say you could play with those?” she growled.
Dealt yet another blow, he winced. “I just thought -”
“No, you didn’t think,” she continued, abruptly unseating herself from him. “If you had thought, you’d do what I told you.”
Flopping beside him, she exasperatedly sighed. He’d realized she wasn’t exactly pleased with him and his lackluster performance, yet he hadn’t anticipated she’d end things so quickly. Leaving his slickened manhood to cool in the open air, she shimmied up to the head of the bed, got comfortable, and waved him over.
“Considering the only thing you seem proficient at is oral, you may as well eat me out,” she grouched. “Just don’t get too preoccupied with getting yourself off.”
With the fires of his passion all but quenched by her vitriol, a righteous indignation welled up inside him. There he was, having just sank his dick into the uppity mare, and he wasn’t even going to be able to get some genuine action. Rolling onto his stomach and getting to his hands and knees, he crawled towards her.
“What’s with that look?” she petulantly asked, noting his frustration. “It’s not like I had to invite you over! Actually, you know what, how about you just get dressed and leave. I’m sure one of my regular - H...hey!” she bleated, as he grabbed one hind hoof.
Pulling her to himself, a feat which was only possible due to the disparity of their sizes, he seized both her hind legs. After everything he’d gone through, having shamelessly bared himself to her, licked her well-used snatch, and done his level best to entertain her, he was not about to be dismissed so easily. Wrenching her lower limbs upward, crawling atop her, he nudged her entrance with his cock.
Fretfully peering up at him, wriggling slightly in his grip, a cold sweat broke out on her forehead. “A...Anon, w...what are - Mmmph!”
Before she could finish whatever she’d been about to say, he plunged his length into her. It wasn’t like he’d intended to throw her in a mating press - then again, he hadn’t expected her to be as insufferable as she was. If he was being honest, he would have been perfectly happy for a protracted lovemaking session with her; sadly, with that option off the table, he’d have to resort to something a little less tender. Fueled by resentment, he jammed every inch of his length into her.
“This better?” he mockingly countered.
Waiting just until she opened her mouth to reply, he pulled out the stops. Withdrawing his shaft from her velvety canal, leaving just the very tip inside her, he launched his assault. There was no skill or grace, utterly lacking even the slightest trace of mercy, as he plowed her like a field in spring.
Every thrust sent her body lurching forward, practically driving the air from her lungs, but he didn’t care. She’d asked for everything he had to offer, having apparently sought him because of his stature and physical might, so that’s what he gave her. Focusing on himself, having turned the tables, he cut loose.
Her venom gave way to whorish moans and whimpers, as the man literally plowed the arrogance out of her. Like some ancient siege weapon, the head of his cock slammed into her cervix with every plunge. Her throaty groans, paired with the meaty Plaps of their colliding bodies were a symphony, compared to her attitude from minutes before.
The change of pace was leagues better than the harsh treatment he’d been subjected to, spurring him onward. Though he kicked himself for not taking her advice earlier, it made little difference in the end. She’d wanted it rough and, by Celestia, that’s exactly what she was getting. Shifting ever so slightly, altering the trajectory of his thrusts, he pummeled her womb with reckless abandon.
Aside from just how amazing she felt coiled around his pistoning length, the utter control he felt was intoxicating. He’d often fantasized about dominating a lover, pinning them and mercilessly having his way with them, but he never would have imagined he’d be able to live it out. Judging from the entirely depraved noises she was making, and the way she clung to his dick with every backstroke, she was loving the ruthless screwing as much as he was.
“Don’t stop!” she brayed, bucking up to meet his pounding hips.
It was only at that moment did he fully comprehend exactly what she was doing. Clenching with his withdrawals, while relaxing on his plunges, she milked his length like the whore she was. He wasn’t sure if he should be impressed or angry, having effectively been goaded into savagely railing out, but it didn’t matter. Wrenching her hind hooves to either side of her head, he lent his body weight to the endeavor.
His hips were a blur, pounding her so hard that she sank into the bed, as he dominated her. He doubted he’d have any lasting impression on her, since she’d likely had her way with every virile stallion in town, yet that didn’t stop him from doing his best to ruin her. Inching closer to release, delighting in every sinful utterance and plea that escaped her lips, the octave of her mewling increased.
He hadn’t realized just how close she was until it was too late. Screaming to the heavens, damn near convulsing under him, Spoiled came with all the tectonic force of an earthquake. Climactic nectar gushed from her stuffed, spasming cunt, while she thrashed in his grip. Peeking down at her, without slowing in the slightest, his eyes widened.
He’d heard the phrase cum-drunk before, but he’d never been lucky enough to see it before - that was, until he saw her face. The mare’s eyes were rolled back, blurry and unfocused, as a trail of saliva crept from her open maw; without question, it was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen and it pushed him to the breaking point. Knowing his time was short, with mere heartbeats to spare, he leaned in and locked lips with her.
The moment his tongue pressed into her maw, he hilted and unloaded within her depths. The physical ecstasy flooding his system was only rivaled by the knowledge that he’d conquered someone so much older and more experienced than himself, leaving him awash in pure, unfettered bliss - sure, the start of their little encounter had been pretty darn rocky, but the crescendo had more than made up for the tumultuous and unpleasant opening acts.
The orgasm was cathartic to a fault, clearing his mind and bringing with it a euphoric sense of joy. His balls churned and throbbed, sending his seed deep into his mate. He couldn’t say if the influx of spunk gave her another climax, but he assumed it had - after all, it would explain the way she enthusiastically moaned into his mouth and shook against him. Biding his time, enjoying the impassioned kiss, he waited until the final shots of his essence bathed her interior before he pulled away.
“F...fuck,” Spoiled croaked, wearily peering up at him. “I - Cough - I stand corrected.”
Releasing her legs, immeasurably pleased with himself, Anon couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, you were kind of a bitch.”
Spoiled shrugged and rolled her eyes, as she clamped her hind legs around his hips. “You’re not the first one to say that.”
Turning his head, seeing that she’d locked him to herself, he scrunched his nose. Despite having nearly been fucked into a coma, she seemed like she was ready and raring for more. His grin broadened, twisting into a predatory smirk, as he gazed down at her face. As far as he was concerned, if she wanted another round, he was game.
“So - uh - is your afternoon free?” he softly inquired, reaching back and grabbing her flank.
Her heavily lidded eyes went alight, and she drew her tongue over her lips, as she flexed her marehood around his semi-rigid shaft. “I was hoping you’d ask…”
