Mp/F . C . **

You sigh and decide a couple extra cookies won’t hurt. You understand making mac and cheese from scratch isn’t the same as a four-course meal. You had hoped your boyfriend would appreciate the gesture, yet he found an excuse not to make it.

The double-chocolate cookie is still moist in the center and slightly warm. Even if it truly goes to your hips, it’s worth it. Seeing as how he just stood you up he won’t be getting any tonight, and the chocolate melting on your tongue is as close as you’ll get to an orgasm tonight.

You lean back, groaning in frustration. It’s true what they say: vibrators are a girl’s best friends. With a constant supply of D batteries, they don’t repeatedly ditch you to assemble a forty-piece epic weapon or a dumb-ass fucking tiger mount.

Moaning again, wishing your frustration could somehow carry over the internet and suffocate him, you turn off the computer and head to bed. You don’t even care there is a pile of mac ‘n cheese on the table fit to feed a small family.

Opening the door to your bedroom, you see something unexpected.

“S-soarin?” you mumble.

That’s right, there appears to be a pony from the show Julie talked you into watching recently. With all that extra free time, the series had started to grow on you. And now, the pegasus was walking around your room, searching through cabinets, in his full Wonderbolts outfit.

“Oh, hello!” Sorain stopped to face you. “Say, I was pretty excited today to visit Earth but I forgot to eat. Please tell me you’re hiding the food in one of these big cabinets.”

“I . . . um . . . mac ‘n cheese?” you mutter in shock.

“That’d be awesome, where’s it at?” Soarin smiles in excitement, giving you a pair of puppy dog eyes.

You suddenly really wish you had a pet puppy. Maybe I could even have a pet pony. After all, I’m standing here staring at one. You lift an arm, pointing out the door behind you.

He runs past, skidding his hooves along the carpet as he half-runs half-flies.

You follow him into the kitchen, where he has already landed on the table. “Want me to heat it up?”

“Mno shmanks,” he mumbles. “Mits shmine like thjis.” He continued to scarf down the large bowl of heavenly, cheesy goodness. Just watching is making you hungry again. At least you still have coo—

“Mm, cookies!” Soarin knocks over the empty bowl, landing on the counter to eat the cookies directly off the tray they were cooling on.

You watch with a morbid fascination at how agile his tongue is. In fact, ponies aren’t supposed to be nearly that flexible. The fact his tongue is able to completely curl around a cookie before gently lifting it off the pan begins to send your mind to naughty places. A tongue like that inside me—

Soarin turns his head away and tries to hide a loud burp. He fails miserably. “Sorry, that was delicious! I should totally find a special somepony who can cook like you.” He glides the short distance down to the flood and sits down, looking up at you.

“Uh, thanks,” you say, shyly looking away.

“Something wrong?” Soarin asks.

What the hell, no one is going to believe I talked about my boyfriend problems with a magical talking pony.

“I just got blown off by my boyfriend,” you explain.

“Ah. Anything I can do to make you feel better? I did get sent here for the whole night,” he replies.

You look down at him as he licks a bit of cheese off his lip. That tongue. . . “Nothing comes to mind.”

“I could, you know. . .” Soarin rubs a hoof against his mane nervously. “We sorta get sent here for the sex—”

You gasp in shock, causing him to pause and tilt his head. “But. . . ponies . . . humans. . . we can’t just have sex!” you shout in confusion.

"Sure we can,” He laughs. “I'll show you how it's done.”

“Are you asking or telling me to have sex with you?”

“Asking. I mean, unless you think you can do better. You have heard the expression ‘hung like a horse’ right? This will be a fantasy come true.” Soarin states.

You just stare down at his groin. The spandex flight suit begins to bulge, as if it can sense your stare. “Uh. . . yeah, I’ve heard it.”

“Well, a gentlemen lets the lady go first. Why don’t I show you a good time, and if you like what you see, I’ll show you what a stallion can really do.”

You look around, then pinch yourself. Yep, this is real. . . or I had a stroke and am slowly bleeding out into my brain on the floor. . . nope, it’s real.

“Okay. . .” you say, wondering what could possibly go awry. Oh wait, I’m about to have oral sex with a talking pony I barely know from a TV show. There are probably a lot of things that could go wrong.

He follows you into the room where you apprehensively undress and sit on the bed. While you’re getting ready, he takes off the flight suit. Just watching him remove a skin-tight lycra flight suit from himself with nothing but the aid of his mouth and two hooves is impressive. Ponies are definitely are more dexterous than you ever imagined.

Soarin steps forward towards the edge of the bed, nearly diving in like your snatch is another bowl of macaroni and cheese. He sees you shudder and slows down, choosing instead to place his tongue on your thigh, above the knee.

He extends his tongue until he’s running it along the entire inside half of your thigh, up and down as if lathering up your thigh. You decide to lay back and enjoy the ride.

A chill goes down your spine as you feel his tongue switch to the other leg. The slick, slightly abrasive tongue slides up your thigh, not stopping this time until it reaches the lips of your pussy.

You shudder slightly again, spreading your legs to invite him in. Soarin continues teasing you. He runs his tongue along the left folds of your labia majora, then the right. He strokes your clit, sending a tingle through you, until he can slid his tongue deeper into your folds.

Your body is doing a good job lubricating itself by this point. Soarin has no problem when he decides to push his tongue deeply into your vagina. You thrust into him, guiding him as deep as you can.

He begins to swirl his tongue around, massaging the walls of your pussy with the deceptively long tongue. You feel the tip of his tongue probing around, searching for your cervix. Just when you think he can’t get the tongue any deeper, he finally hits the bottom.

You continue setting the rhythm of your hips against his tongue. In return, he continues to make it writhe around like a serpent, hitting sensitive spots you didn’t even know you had.

Without warning his tongue finds the jackpot. You were so lost in the pleasurable, alien sensation that you’re caught off guard as your pussy clenches down on his tongue. Your whole body convulses in waves, a sense of euphoria and warmth floods over all other senses.

Soarin continues with a single minded determination. He dutifully seeks out new spots deep in your vagina, pushing your buttons as if you were the piano and he a master pianist.

You lose track of time, sure that this was the longest orgasm you’ve ever had but unable to verify it. The tongue is nearly frictionless now from your combined juices.

Soarin finally withdraws his tongue, and makes the effort to smile while he enjoys your flavor. He then sends another chill down your spine as the tongue hits your labia again, cleaning up the excess fluids.

You open your eyes and sigh. You’ll never admit this to anyone, even Julie the pegasister who introduced you to ponies, but Soarin is the best sex you ever had.

You suddenly remember he offered to do more than just oral. You sit up in bed and smile at him. You do a double take as you see a completely new leg on him—no, that’s his cock.

Soarin follows your gaze and smiles. “You like what you see?”

“H-how?” you stutter. It looks at least two feet long, and thick. four inches? six inches? When he was in the flight suit there was no trace of the massive dick. Yet, there it is, occasionally twitching as it seemingly continues to slowly expand.

“It’s equine anatomy, doesn’t come out of it’s sheath until it’s time to play. . . you would like to play, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes.”

You bite the inside of your lip nervously. He was gentle enough with his tongue, and you’re curious how much of his cock he could fit inside you. Would it hurt? Or would it feel even better than the vibro-pro 6000?

You make up your mind. When will you ever have a chance again to have guilt-free sex with a magical pony with a two foot cock? Surely, people would kill for this oppurtunity.

“I’d like to put on a little something special for you. After all, it is a bit chilly.” You bounce your breasts playfully, feeling a tad silly, but it has the desired effect. Soarin’s eyes are locked tightly on your pert nipples. All he can do in response is just nod his consent.

You head into your closet and head for the boxes in the far corner. Carefully stored on the rack is a full-body latex catsuit, dusted with talc. It was a gift you from a former boyfriend, yet you only got to use it once with him. He broke up shortly afterwards. After that you began to explore the world of self-bondage, slowly finding riskier and more thrilling games to play alone at night. You recall with a smirk the frist self-bondage session you had, foolishly misplacing the handcuff keys, and how the vibrators rocked your world for 3 hours. Somehow, you knew beyond a doubt, Soarin was about to shatter that record-breaking night.

You take the latex castuit off the hanger, sliding the first leg in. The talcum powder causes it to slide in effortlessly. The cling of the latex against your skin, sliding slowly up your right leg, sends shivers down your spine. That one foot hitting the bottom of the catsuit brings a yearning back to your sex, eager to be filled by Soarin.

You rush the second leg in, eager to seal the latex around your tight ass. Jiggling and tugging at it, the latex soon forms a second skin. You rub a hand over your pussy against the latex and smile. You have just the idea for what Sorain should do first. You check the zipper over your crotch to make sure it works.

You stick your arms in and begin to work the latex up your arms, soon pulling it tight against your chest. It clings to your stomach as your tits bulge against the latex. You look down to admire the curves of an impossibly fit body. The latex has turned you into every man’s dream.

Reaching behind your back, you begin the familiar ritual of zipping up the cat suit. Every time you feel latex against your skin your mind is instantly lost to all the passionate nights you've spent wrapped up, embraced by the latex.

The zipper clicks into place at your neck. Without thinking, you have already strapped a leather choke collar over your neck. On the back is a small ring, and you lock the zipper to the cat suit in place with a small lock.

You smirk, realizing how much sexier it is to have a partner for this play. You carry out a bottle of latex polish for Soarin to use.

Immediately upon seeing you, he slumps to the ground and his mouth falls agape. It’s clear he’s never seen anything quite like you. Maybe they don’t have latex suits where he comes from.

“Here, I need you to rub me down with this,” you instruct.

He tilts his head, before flying over and taking the bottle in his hooves. You stand there as he works out how to squirt some of the polish onto his hooves.

His hooves start at your breasts, and he begins to massage the oil into the latex. In under a minute your chest and back are as shiny as it’s possible for latex to be. The desire building inside you is driving you crazy and you wish Soarin would hurry up.

He makes quick work of your arms, then your legs. He spends extra time getting the shine just right over your pussy, nearly pushing you over the edge.

You smile at him and kneel down to the ground. “Let’s take that thing for a test drive,” you say.

Soarin sits down, presenting the monster cock. It’s still just as large, two feet give or take with a two to three inch girth. He leans back against the foot of the bed. You bend over, unsure how he’ll taste. Beginning at the base, you fondle his balls then run your tongue up the full length of his shaft.

He’s already shivering after the first pass, and the taste of the pony’s dick isn’t as bad as you worried. It’s salty, almost sweet, and you begin again at the base. Slowly you paint his dick in your saliva, one lick at a time. Slowly working your way around you’ve eventually shined his cock to a shimmer.

Soarin continues his shivering, gasping when you stop to work one of his large testacles into your mouth. It would make an excellent ball gag, filling your mouth completely. You suckle on his scrotum, enjoying your work.

The burning in your loins and desire for his cock becomes too much. You bring your head up, kissing the head of his penis lightly. It quivers against your lips as you slowly bring the head into your mouth. You suckle on the tip for the moment, tasting the pre-cum leaking out of his dick.

You loosen your jaw a little to take him in completely. You’ve never tried to take in something this large. It hits the back of your throat and you begin to breath through your nose. You position yourself so you can get a few more inches in.

Slowly you draw yourself off his cock, letting a bead of saliva drip from your mouth. As it hits the head his dick quivers. You can tell by the strained expression on his face he’s enjoying it, trying to savor the unusual sensations as long as he can.

You lick your lips and take him back in. You begin a steady rhythm, teasing the underside of his cock with your tongue, as you gently rise and fall against his dick. Soarin begins to moan and you smile as best you can.

You rake your teeth along his dick to guage his reaction, eliciting another groan of pleasure. You speed up the tempo slowly, bringing him slowly towards the edge. You feel your hand on your pussy, massaging it through the latex. Bringing it back down, you tell your aching loins to wait just a little longer.

Soarin is breathing heavily now, heaving his hips to get just an inch further with each thrust. Just when you think you’ve hit the perfect rhythm he groans loudly. His wings spring out, fully erect. He grabs your head with both hooves, and begins increasing the tempo.

You let him speed you up, forcing your tempo as he nears his limit. You begin to feel him swelling up inside you, until his head suddenly flares itself wider.

You lift up in shock, trying to draw the penis out. Now that it’s flared open, it’s lodged itself into your throat. Soarin is still trying to maintain his rhyhtm, bobbing you up and down on his dick. Seconds later you feel the first load coursing through his dick.

You manage to get a little air past his dick, until he cums deep in your throat. You start coughing and choking as the small load starts dripping down your throat.

Then the next load hits, far bigger than the first. With a gag, it starts to flow into your nose, quickly dripping back out onto his shaft.

Load after load fires into your throat, and you swallow as much as you can. For each load you swallow, another finds it’s way out your nose.

Finally, when you fear the burning in your lungs may signal your last breath, he pulls himself out with a loud, wet plop. The flared penis has finally shrunk once his orgasm ended.

You cough up some cum from your lungs, grabbing the nearby bedsheet to wipe the cum off your face. You take several deep breaths, reveling in the sensation of oxygen in your lungs. Surprisingly, the sensations nearly pushed you over the edge too and you know now beyond a shadow of a doubt, you want him back inside you.

Soarin opens his eyes and sees you, covered in his cum and drooling on the carpet. “Are you ok?” he asks.

“Yeah—just a lot bigger—then I thought.”

“Can I make it up to you?”

“Yeah, wait here.”

You wipe the rest of the cum from your lips with the back of your hand, heading into your closet. You take out your favorite ball gag, large enough to fill your mouth nearly as full as Soarin had. You unzip your crotch and pull out your secret weapon, a six inch vibrating butt plug. You quickly lube it up and take a deep breath, sliding it in while you exhale.

It resists until passing the base and seating itself deep in your anus. You flick a switch on it, causing it to begin vibrating. It’s not enough to make you cum by itself, but you’ll have Soarin to help.

You decide to crawl out of the closet on all fours, making your way over to Soarin. He watches you, curious to see what’s next. His cock is already making it’s way back to a full erection.

You turn around when you crawl over to him, presenting your uncovered ass and pussy to him. You feel Soarin stand up behind you, nudging you over towards the wall. Once you’re there, you feel him mount you.

You can feel the juices dripping from your pussy, at this point you would give anything to have him in you. The only thought in your head is how empty you feel without him. “Mmmph” you moan, beckoning him to hurry up.

You jolt forward when you feel his head press firmly against your labia. You take a deep breath, feeling him slowly push in, testing out your limit.

Slowly, inch by inch, he drives you crazy as his dick fills you up. After several agonizing seconds of anticipation, you feel him bottom out inside you. You can feel his dick against every inch of your vagina simultaneously. Your pussy starts tightning up on his cock in a steady rhythm, milking his cock and inviting him to get started. As he starts to pull back out you clench down harder, not wanting him to leave.

You felt so full, so complete, with him inside you. As he draws out you begin to feel that emptiness and longing again. You want—no, you need him back inside you.

Once he’s almost all the way out he thrusts back in quicker. In just seconds this time he’s filled you all the way back up, and then backed out again. You begin to buck your hips against each thrust, begging his cock to bottom out just a little harder this time.

The tempo begins to speed up between the two of you. You put both your hands against the wall to brace yourself, understanding now why he wanted you here. He’s beginning to thrust with incredible force for his size, and your arms are already feeling the strain.

You begin grunting into the gag, a small “mmph” to match each thrust. The muscles in your pussy are straining to contain his manhood, and you quickly find yourself upon the edge of orgasm.

Soarin has sped up to a frenzied pace. You can only manage short breaths between grunts, pushing hard against the wall to brace yourself. You can fell a full foot of his cock sliding in and out every second, rubbing against your pussy and sending shivers up your spine.

With a final gasp you feel the familiar explosions as you come. Muscles tighten and convulse, your pussy bears down with all it’s might on his cock, and your vision begins to black out.

Your orgasm is only just beginning and you can feel Soarin speed up even faster. He was closer than you thought, his cock flaring and swelling up in your pussy.

If the feeling of his cock filling you completely was good, then the feeling of his cock expanding a full foot deep inside you is amazing. You never imagined such a fullness as this, his flared head forcing the walls of your pussy away as he rubs the head against them.

The pressure is so much you can feel the butt plug being pushed out of the way. Your stomach seems to be bulging slightly too. The friction building deep within your pussy pushs a new button you didn’t know you had, and your orgasm continues to intensify.

You’re rapid breathing is catching up with you and in your ecstasy your vision has nearly blacked out.

Soarin explodes deep inside you, adding to the pressure. Load after load is thrown into your pussy, unable to escape around your taught vagina and his massive dick. Each load feels like it will fill your stomach up to bursting.

Somewhere around the sixth load you realize your vision is gone, and your arms go limp. You slump to the floor, drooling around the gag and riding an orgasm so powerful it shuts down your brain.

You wake up in the morning laying on your bed. The feel of latex surrounds you, and every slight movement brings back a flood of memories. Just taking a deep breath causes enough friction within the slick, sweaty latex to nearly make you come. The very feel of the latex reminding you how amazing Soarin felt.

“Soarin?” you call out. You notice the ball gag and butt plug were removed, and your latex cat suit has been polished and cleaned up, then re-zipped.

You slowly sit up, feeling light headed after your ordeal and zoned out. Looking around the room, you find no sign of your new lover. You nearly burst to tears at the thought of never getting to feel him inside you again, until you notice a large photograph on the nightstand.

It’s a large photo of Soarin performing a stunt in his wonderbolt outfit.

Thanks,

You were stunning, I’ve never experienced anything like it.

Wait for me, please. I know we didn’t talk much, but I’ll do everything in my power to visit you again soon. There is nopony I’d rather be with than you.

XOXO,

Soarin

Author's Note

... the hell? The author wrote a normal chapter?!

Dedicated to the only two females I know in the fandom, because this will totally make them like me. Right?

Also, bonus points if you identify the fic this story references.
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