“Mmm-Mmm-Mmm -” Anon hummed, as his hand wandered from the alabaster filly’s deliciously flat chest, down her tummy, past her budding bosoms, and to her sopping wet loins, “what am I going to do with you?”
“Well,” Sweetie Belle began, extending her hind legs and hooking a fetlock behind his neck, “after your appetizer, you could give me a nice, rich creampie for dessert…”
Moving his head between her plump thighs, licking his lips, the man’s eyes settled onto her engorged, rosy marehood. “Yeah...Yeah, I think I can do that…”
The scent of her arousal was ambrosial, intoxicating even, yet it was only one facet of the filly’s appeal. Inhaling through his nose, savoring her delicate, feminine musk, he leaned in and lightly kissed her sex. Her honeyed, sinful words paired perfectly with her winking snatch, giving him all the motivation he needed. His tongue crept passed his lips, lightly touching her sensitive flesh, as he took the first steps in their intimate dance.
He never thought he’d find himself captivated by such a young mare before - then again, he would have never assumed he’d be magically whisked away to a land of talking, magical horses either. After the initial shock of finding himself in Equestria had worn off, he’d acclimated rather swiftly - in fact, even he was amazed with how fast he settled in. Getting a job and finding an apartment for himself in Ponyville had been easy, what with how friendly all of the residents were, but there was a seductress in their midst - a seductress who’d had her eye on him since he arrived.
“Oh buck,” Sweetie groaned, clamping her legs around his head, “right there…”
The triumphant pride she felt from claiming him was only eclipsed by the unimaginable carnal bliss the man could and regularly did deliver. He was like a titan, towering over even Princess Celestia herself, although that just one of his many charming features. Strong, witty, and kindly to a fault, he was a paragon of masculinity and humbleness, and she knew the moment she first saw him that she would have him.
Regular banter became flirtatious, their friendly hugs gradually shifted into subtle groping, and innocent questions about relationships inevitably took a decidedly focused turn. Much to her pleasant surprise, he’d hinted relatively early that he thought she was cute - a compliment which she’d swiftly capitalized on. Once she’d assured him that they could become an item, since she bore her cutie mark, all it had taken was a little bit of inspiration to sink the hooks in.
Kneeling beside the bed, with his face pressed to her groin, Anon angled his head upward ever so slightly. Teasing her depths and getting her warmed up was all well and good, a decidedly enjoyable part of foreplay, but he knew what she really wanted. Wrapping his lips around her winking, bulged clit, he lightly suckled upon the sensitive bud of flesh.
Gasping aloud, Sweetie’s eyes flew open. There weren’t many stallions who were willing to pleasure a mare with their mouth, but her bipedal lover seemed to have a preternatural fascination with the activity. Reaching down her body, grabbing the short hair atop his head, she pulled him to her crotch.
“R...right there,” she croaked, as his hand crept around her hip and to one developing teat.
Peeking up her body, seeing her shiver under his touch, Anon brought his free hand towards his groin. Though he was so hard that it nearly hurt, he couldn’t resist stroking himself off. The sound of her voice, feeling her velvety hide, her beautiful smile, her taste, her fragrance - in an all too real way, she was a feast for the senses, and he had every intention of relishing everything she had to offer. As his fingers played over her breast, grazing her nipple, she lightly whimpered above him.
With the soft fur of her luscious thighs sandwiching his head, and the bare flesh of her loins against his lips, he contentedly hummed into her. She really was a wonder, as cute as she was provocative, and getting her off was its own reward. Her natural perfume filled his sinuses with each breath, as the exotic, almost fruit-like flavor of her marehood coated his palate. He couldn’t rightly say what he’d done to deserve her, but he thanked his lucky stars that she’d chosen to be with him.
Weeks ago, when she’d confessed her feelings towards him, he’d been stunned, but not nearly as stunned as her admission that she’d gotten off to thoughts of him. He would have never thought that such an adorable, seemingly innocent creature could harbor a lecherous appetite to match his own, but she had proved him wrong. Simply put, after they’d both come clean with their thoughts for one another, they’d been having the time of their lives.
Gnawing her lip, bucking into the man’s face, Sweetie felt herself getting close. His tongue - sweet, merciful Celestia, his tongue was what wet dreams were made of. It didn’t matter if she was riding his face or pinned to a wall being eaten out - regardless of how he put his heavenly mouth to work, she’d never failed to be satisfied. Flexing her hind legs, teetering on the brink, she spurred him onward.
Feeling her thighs tremble, and hearing her shuddering breaths, he knew she had to be close. It didn’t concern him that she’d peak before he did - if anything, it fanned the flames of his passion all the more. There was something profoundly gratifying about satiating another creature’s sexual urges, regardless of their age or species, and he’d discovered that his little marefriend was no different.
Though it shamed him to admit it, he’d been exceedingly pleased to find out that he could legally court the filly - not because he had some inherent interest in youths, but because he’d always had a sexual attraction to smaller women. The ability to pick her up and have his way with her, plowing her in any number of depraved positions, was exhilarating beyond words - doubly so, given how much she enjoyed being manhandled.
“I...I’m gonna,” she wheezed, tensing in his grasp.
With his diminutive lover teetering on the brink, he sank the final nail in her coffin. As he twisted and pulled her teat, while lightly nibbling her clit, she came with all the force of a small tsunami. From the tips of her hooves to the top of her horn, her little body quaked and trembled in delight. Climactic nectar gushed from her spasming marehood, coating the man’s face and marking him as her mate, as she was overcome with bliss.
Anon smiled, slowing his motions and easing her carnal torment. Being in her splash zone was a guilty pleasure of his, viewing her messy climaxes as the mark of a job well done, but he wasn’t done yet, not by a long shot. Grasping the root of his tool, more than ready to take things to the next level, he slowly pushed himself up and got to his feet.
Panting and staring up at the ceiling, some part of Sweetie wished she could lay there and enjoy the euphoria washing over her - having said that, another part of her realized they were far from finished. Steeling herself, shakily propping herself up, she dreamily smiled up at the man. His stature and physique were impressive, but his endowment - stars above, his endowment was downright heavenly.
As her eyes settled on his manhood, despite having just cum, her marehood hungrily seized upon itself. He was easily as well hung as most stallions, though that wasn’t the only thing he had going for him. For starters, unlike an equine, the tip of his shaft was rounded and smooth, almost as if it was designed to please a mare - secondly and more prudently, his stamina was unprecedented.
Even stallions who worked as porn stars, literally paid to have sex day in and day out, could only last a minute or so in the sack, but Anon...Anon was a different beast entirely. The first time they’d done the deed, she honestly thought she had died and gone to heaven. Either his kind were unparalleled lovers or she’d simply gotten lucky with him - either way, the sight of his package reignited her engine.
Lifting and splaying her hind legs, bending forward at the waist, she drew her forehooves down her thighs and to her groin. As she spread herself open, giving him a peek at her succulent, pink interior, her eyes shot to his face. They both knew how the night was going to end, that neither of them would be satisfied until he’d pumped her full of his creamy essence, and she was just as eager to get to the main event as he was.
“You know,” she purred, seeing his hand gliding over his dick, “I got somewhere you can put that…”
“I bet you’d like that, huh?” he mused, stepping forward and slapping his manhood on her crotch. “And would you look at that,” he continued, laying his cock against her, “seems like you’re the perfect size for it.”
Gazing down at her, seeing just how deep he’d reach within her, Anon’s pulse quickened. The tip of his length rested just beneath her rib cage, and was nearly as thick as one of her legs, but she knew she could take it - hell, she’d taken it more times than he cared to count. It was insane to think that someone so much smaller than him could not only accommodate his endowment but delight in it, but he was definitely not going to complain. Rocking his hips back, bringing his glans to her entrance, he grinned.
“You ready, babe?” he asked, fighting the urge to impale her.
Igniting her horn, surrounding his waist with her magical aura, Sweetie nodded. “I was born ready.”
The moment she finished speaking, she sorcerously hauled him forward. The sensation of his member driving into her, stretching her canal, was godly, and she genuinely didn’t think she’d ever tire of it. As he steadily sank into her depths, allowing her to acclimate to the monstrous intrusion, she moved one forehoof to her clit.
“There ya go,” he whispered, grabbing her fetlocks.
Watching his cock slowly disappear into her, seeing her entrance stretch and wink around him, never got old - still, it wasn’t nearly as amazing as the embrace she afforded. Not only was she extraordinarily snug, but her natural body temperature was several degrees hotter than a human’s. Inch by inch, bit by bit, he buried his shaft into her, until he bottomed out.
With the head of his cock kissing her cervix, unable to control himself any longer, he started to move. As he lazily withdrew, feeling her clench around his retreating length, his heart skipped a beat. What she lacked in size she made up for in desire and sheer determination, filling him with a righteous resolve to slake her lust. Holding one hind leg in each hand, keeping her lower half steady, he began to move.
Sweetie would have been happy to let him plow her brains out, but watching him rail was something she couldn’t bring herself to miss. Awkwardly propping herself up on her elbows, levitating a pair of pillows under her head, she made herself comfortable. There were times, when the mood struck her, that she’d take the initiative, fucking herself on him like some wanton cowgirl, but nothing - nothing beat letting him take the wheel.
Her hoof stroked and massaged her clit, periodically wandering to his pistoning shaft, as he languidly picked up speed. An ordinary stallion would have already blown his load, feverishly humping away before popping, but not him - not her man. For all intents and purposes, he was some sort of a carnal god, delivered to her on a silver platter, and she was immeasurably thankful to whatever force had brought him into her life.
“Mmmph-Mmmph-Mmmph,” she rhythmically grunted with every thrust, as he pounded the wind from her lungs.
Even though he wasn’t going all out, each plunge of his titanic cock slammed into her womb. She could almost imagine him sieging her inner gate, eager to sow his seed in her fertile valley; the thought alone was staggeringly hot, and she’d gotten off to it on multiple occasions, but it couldn’t compare to the real deal. Arching her back, rolling her head to the side, she drew a deep breath.
“Fuck me, you stud,” she demanded, bucking up to meet his movements.
A wolfish grin split Anon’s features, as he freed a hand. There was something his vantage afforded him, a view that his pint-sized mate was unable to fully appreciate, although he was sure she’d be able to feel it. Leaning in, seizing her pastern, he buried his cock as deeply as possible and moved her forehoof to her abdomen.
“Feel this?” he murmured, moving her frog over the imprint of his dick. Slowly pulling back, before thrusting back in again, he watched her eyes widen in shock. “Think I can get it deeper?”
“Gods yes,” she whimpered, abandoning her efforts to masturbate.
“Just gotta - Nnngh - hilt that slutty little cunt of yours,” he growled, incrementally picking up the pace.
Evoking her arcane might, Sweetie added a little extra Oomph to her lover’s efforts. While he was fully capable of pounding her into a coma, having done so a number of times, she simply couldn’t help herself. Given how he was speeding up, with the added help from her magic, she felt certain that she’d get what she wanted soon enough - that being said, she saw no harm in dumping a bit of fuel on the fire.
“Don’t stop,” she mewled, locking her hind hooves atop his hips. “I want - Aaahn - to feel your cum marinating in my foal-factory.”
Trying and failing to come up with a witty reply, Anon’s mouth flapped for a moment. Even if he couldn’t get her knocked up, the notion of impregnating her was one of the most arousing things he could fathom. Caving to his animalistic urges to breed, to conquer her and claim her as a mate, he ratcheted up the intensity.
Despite being a fraction of his size, and relatively young, she worked his pistoning length like a seasoned veteran. Relaxing on his thrusts, while clenching upon his backstrokes, her marehood was, simply put, perfect. Angling his plunges upwards, hoping to repay her efforts, he pummeled her g-spot while shifting his thumb to her clit.
Sweetie did her best to goad him, to give some sultry encouragement, but all she could manage was a whorish, guttural groan. A literal titan compared to herself, a gift from the heavens, she never stood a chance against him. His carnal might was unquestionable, his technique divine, and he was hers - all hers. As her magic began to falter, sputtering and fizzling under his amorous assault, she crept ever closer to her limit.
Between his heavy grunts, her lustful groans, and the steady Plap Plap Plap of their colliding bodies, the usual quiet of Anon’s room was filled with the symphony of their passion. The cool air fled from around them, steaming as each fought to satiate the other. It was a tug of war of sorts, one which shifted from one occasion to the next, yet that was part of the appeal; even if one bested the other, they’d have their time to reap revenge.
On and on Anon went, railing the filly like a literal fuck-toy, until he crossed a threshold. There was a point from whence there was no coming back, a line that couldn’t be uncrossed, and his enthusiasm had carried him over it. His restraint withered, reducing him to a primal being of lust, as he rocketed towards release.
Keenly aware of the man’s floundering rhythm, feeling his jackhammering shaft violently throbbing within her depths, Sweetie’s heart soared. Forcing her body and magic to obey her, she clamped her legs around him, summoned her strength, and lent her sorcerous power to aid his efforts. If he was going to cum, she was going to make sure he came as deep and as hard as possible.
“Yes!” she wailed, pawing at the imprint of his dick. “Rut me, screw my brains out, pump a foal into me and BREED ME!!!”
Her desperate plea didn’t fall on deaf ears, sending Anon spiraling over the edge and into the tumultuous maelstrom of rapture. Securing his grip, forcibly pulling her tiny body to himself, he sheathed the entirety of his length into her covetous confines. As the spear-like head of his manhood breached her cervix, sailing to the very back of her womb, a torrent of spunk raced through his pulsing shaft.
Roaring like a warrior of old, his essence erupted into her. The vice-like entrance of her deepest depths snapped shut around his tool, seemingly hellbent on wringing every drop of his precious jizz from him and trapping it within her. The sensation was indescribable, transcending anything any human woman could deliver, and it made him all the more appreciative of his little lover.
Even if older, larger mares were capable of such erotic feats, he couldn’t care less - for him, there was only one pony he gave a damn about being with. Releasing her legs, wiping the sweat from his brow, he peeked down at her. Glistening in the soft light of the room, coyly smiling up at him, she met his eyes.
“God damn, that was amazing,” he wheezed, suddenly feeling parched.
Though she’d suffered through a second, albeit slightly less intense climax herself, Sweetie nodded up at him. The influx of his load never failed to push her past the brink, regardless of how recently she’d cum herself. Playfully constricting her stuffed, battered cunt around him, imagining the billions of swimmers questing for an egg to inseminate, she closed her eyes and contentedly giggled. He’d effectively made her swear off stallions for life, so there was no way in Tartarus she’d ever let him slip through her hooves.
As he stepped back, easing his softening length from her snatch, she bore down and fought his withdrawal - not necessarily because she wanted him to stop, but because she had no intention of wasting a bit of his cum. Finally, with an almost audible pop, he slipped from her canal; the cool air against her gaped, tender entrance was almost tragic, but it couldn’t be helped. Watching him step away, peering down at her sex, a smirk crept across her muzzle.
“I’ll never get tired of seeing that,” Anon affectionately remarked, reaching down and fondly rubbing her marehood. “One of these days, we really should make a home movie.”
“I bet you’d love that,” she tittered, rolling to her side. “But there’s something else you need to worry about right now.”
“Oh?” he quipped, piquing a brow.
Getting to her hooves, Sweetie leaned forward, pressed her chest to the mattress, and braced her hind legs. There was something she’d been meaning to try for a while, although she’d needed time and a bit of practice before she could see it done. It had taken weeks of stealthy, regular exercise, since she didn’t want to give herself away, but she was finally ready.
Flagging her tail to the side, peering back at him, she shot her stud a wink. “Have you ever wanted to double-stuff a filly?”
Before the man could reply, she flexed her abs and sent a small portion of his deposit dribbling from her cunt. In and of itself, seeing his essence leaking from her would have probably been enough to inspire him for a second round, but she’d had something else in mind. Before he had gotten home, she’d thoroughly cleaned and lubricated her chaste backdoor, preparing herself to be violated in a wholly new way.
Anon’s eyes wandered to her dark, pronounced pucker, watching it expectantly wink. Anal was one of the few things they hadn’t done together, and the notion of despoiling her backside practically erased his refractory period. Blood rushed to his loins, bringing him to full mast in an instant, as he looked to her smug face.
“You - uh - you think it’ll fit?” he asked, genuinely unsure if she could handle him.
Sweetie shrugged and invitingly waggled her hips back and forth. “Maybe - then again, I’m sure you could make it fit. How about you grab the lube in the nightstand drawer and try it out.”
Without a second thought, Anon crossed to the side of the bed and retrieved a bottle of lube. She’d always been delightfully impish, and he’d discovered a number of kinks because of her, but the thought of railing her ass struck a special chord with him. Slathering his hardening manhood in the syrupy substance, he moved one slickened finger to her upturned rear.
“Don’t!” she blurted, feeling his digit grace her backdoor. He immediately paused, with a look of confusion crossing his face, allowing her to continue. “I’d hate for you to loosen me up, so take that fat dick of yours and ruin my ass.”
Hearing the provocation, his heart started to race. If she wanted it rough, he’d be more than happy to oblige her. Resting one hand on her waist, while holding the base of his dick with the other, he nudged her succulent little donut with the tip of his shaft. Little by little, doing his level best to restrain himself, he drove his hips forward and increased the pressure on her virginal hole.
Screwing her eyes shut, taking deep, long breaths, Sweetie did what she could to relax. Having him rut her was almost always intense, but having him try to jam his immense endowment into her tush was leagues more difficult. Even with the practice she’d done, having toyed with her backside using a number of small dildos, it almost felt like he wasn’t going to fit.
Seconds passed, as he slowly pressed harder and harder, yet he made little headway. The disparity of their sizes and her relative inexperience with anal seemed to prove insurmountable, making her question if it was even going to work. Just as she was about to tap and tell him that he could warm her up with a finger or two, it happened. Her pucker yielded, being stuffed inwards, when nearly a third of his length sprang into her colon.
Feeling and seeing her tense, hearing her stifled gasp, Anon leapt into action. Draping himself over her, wrapping one arm around her, he brought his hand to her groin. She needed to stay relaxed, lest the experience be an unpleasant one, but he had a solution. His fingers played over her marehood, dancing across her clit, while his lips moved to her ear.
“Such a good girl,” he hummed, causing her to shiver. Gradually questing deeper, taking his time, he eased himself into her rear. “There ya go...Almost there…”
To call the feeling of something so big in her ass intense would have been an understatement, yet his encouragement and nimble digits made it enjoyable - no, more than enjoyable. The twinge of pain mingled with the physical and psychological pleasure he delivered, set her heart racing. Rolling her hips back, eager to feel all of him, she felt as thought she was melting in his hands.
Having sheathed nearly half of his length, he started cautiously humping. Though his progress was slow, each thrust drove his manhood incrementally deeper. Whispering sweetly into her ear, while he continued toying with her sex, his efforts bore fruit. By the time his hips bumped against her supple rump, her tense muscles had eased, her pinched breaths were more relaxed, and her feminine juices leaked and dribbled down his digits.
Unwilling to break the special moment, keeping his mouth shut, he carefully withdrew a fraction of his shaft, steadied himself, and started screwing her in earnest. As much as he wanted to pull out all the stops, utterly destroying her, he controlled himself. He had every intention of molding every part of her to suit his needs, a want she’d voiced on several occasions, but that could wait - for the time being, he wanted to savor his first time with her unused tush.
Sweetie would be lying if she claimed it was easy, but she gradually acclimated to the sensation of having her ass fucked. Though she was a bit disappointed that her enthusiasm had gotten the better of her, leaving her feeling like some sexual novice, she secretly relished the novelty of it. After everything she and her lover had done, and all the places they’d fooled around, the list of new experiences for them was growing shorter by the week.
“H…” she huffed, spreading her hind legs a fraction, “harder…”
Lightly kissing her neck, as he continued to play with her clit, he eagerly obliged. Her determination, both in and outside of the bedroom, was one of her strongest qualities. She’d taken the first steps in their courtship, she’d been the one who insisted an interspecies relationship was alright, and she was the one who demanded he could and would bed her. Giving her what she wanted, gradually increasing his speed, he gave her what she wanted.
Sweetie’s eyelids drifted closed, as she slowly began enjoying herself. Almost insidiously, her pleasure overshadowed the soreness and discomfort. She’d known he could do it, yet the satisfaction of feeling him steadily ravaging and reshaping her interior was far more rewarding than she could have ever imagined. Synchronizing her movements to his own, she rhythmically slammed her ass back against him.
Their bodies moved in tune, like two parts of a well-oiled machine, as they mirrored each other’s movements. Though it was the first time they’d tried with anal, they took to the act like fish to water. Regardless of what lustful activity they tried, or where they tried it, the two were made for one another.
“Keep - Mph- keep going,” she grunted between thrusts, flying into a rut-lust.
Straightening up and rising to his full height, Anon playfully slapped her ass with his free hand. While laying atop her was nice, the view of her soft, pillowy buns shaking and wobbling beneath him was fantastic - easily one of his favorite sights in the whole world. Pony or not, his lover’s little dump truck never failed to get him going, even if it was his first time plowing it.
“Bet you love that, slut,” he chuckled, giving her a second spank. “Such a naughty bitch.”
“Yes,” she brayed, as drool crept down her cheek. “I’m your little slut!”
“Damn right you are!” he responded, driving her small body forward with each plunge. “Need to get a - Nnngh - collar for you slutty ass; that way everyone can know who you belong to.”
Imagining herself trotting through town, wearing a collar and leashed to Anon, sent an excited shiver up her spine. Most people in town knew they were an item, but doing something so brazen as to advertise it would be provocative and brazen beyond belief. Turning her head, peering up at him, she feverishly nodded.
“Y...yes, please,” she bleated, seeing a predatory look in his eye.
“Or I could just skip the collar and knock you up,” he casually noted, his cool words standing in stark contrast to his pounding hips. “Let everyone know you’re carrying my foal.”
The image of herself strolling through town, exceptionally gravid and with swollen, leaky teats, nearly caused Sweetie to climax on the spot. As far as she was concerned, he’d more than earned the right to sire a child with her. Matching his zeal, throwing her ass back with every bit of strength she could muster, she inched closer to release.
Ordinarily speaking, Anon’s endurance would carry him for some time before he reached his limit, but the combination of screwing her behind, the sensitivity of his last climax, and knowing she’d intentionally planned to trap took a heavy toll - a toll he had every intention of making her pay for. The fingers of his hand became a blur over her marehood, ruthlessly teasing her clit, as he leaned forward.
Judging from her shaky legs and light whimpers, she had to be close - then again, he wasn’t faring much better. He truthfully wasn’t sure who was going to climax first, but he had every intention of trying to best her. Kissing his way up her neck and jaw, bringing his lips to her ear, he drew a breath.
“Cum for me, bitch…”
And just like that, she came. A flood of fem-cum and his load cascaded out of her quivering sex, coating his legs, the blanket, and the floor below. Her pucker twitched and violently gripped his cock, practically begging him for his seed. Throughout it all, wracked with ecstasy, she somehow found the will to remain standing, letting her mate finish up and paint her interior with his hot, seething load.
Gritting his teeth, fighting tooth and nail to hold out, Anon lost the battle against his welling bliss. As he hilted himself, pressing his nuts against her marehood, he shot his essence deep into her ass. Considering it was her first time letting him try anal, he wanted to make good and damn sure that he left his mark as deeply as possible.
Locked together, recovering from their bliss, it was all they could do to haul air into their lungs. Sweat covered their bodies, causing them to glisten in the dim light, as he tenderly stroked her back. Having both climaxed at least twice, over such a short span of time, the two of them were well and thoroughly spent.
“S...step - Cough - back,” Sweetie croaked, reaching back and grabbing her cheeks.
Pulling out, doing as asked, Anon was treated to an amazing sight. Her once snug pucker hung open, slavering lube and his thick nut down her legs. As he longingly gazed upon the sight, feeling his manhood twitch in excitement, he shook his head. He really was a lucky bastard for bagging her, and he desperately hoped that the feeling was mutual for her.
“Gods, what am I going to do with you,” he wearily sighed, shakily picking her up and holding her to his chest.
“What you said you would,” she cooed, kissing his chest, “breed me and make me a mother…”
