I Can't Get No Satisfaction

by StormbadgerXIII

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Other, Romance, Sex, Slice of Life
Length: 6158

Ms. Harshwhinny tries to reach orgasm but is interrupted every time. Hilarity and sexy shenanigans ensue.

Ms. Gloria Harshwhinny is preparing to view Mustangia as the next potential candidate for the Equestria Games. And since her friend Ms. Anna Peachbottom elected to drive, it’s gonna be a long trip. With heat bearing down from the outside and a full bladder, what could one possibly do to pass the time?

Trigger warnings: Clop (with a semi-plot), anthro, lesbians (for the most part) and oral sex.

(Fic by me, edited by IRpony, cover image from Tumblr (reblogged on my own, deep down in the depths of my posts))

Published 2013-10-07 23:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-10-07 23:40:02 UTC

I Can't Get No Satisfaction

~I Can't Get No Satisfaction~

Due to a weather scheduling mix-up, as well as a few drunken pegasi, the scheduled rainstorm for the day had been delayed for several hours, leaving the area near Mustangia practically baking under the heat of the sun.

For Gloria Harshwhinny, however, the clouds seemed far too distant. Pulling at the collar of her dress shirt she let air down to her chest in an attempt to cool off. She groaned with frustration, trying to ignore the fact her blouse was practically fused to her coat from the sweat.

It had to be Equestria's hottest day of the year. However, Mustangia couldn’t be the next location for the Equestrian Games without somepony to check on it, so she was making the trip despite the weather.

The driver of the automobile, a green-maned, tan-coated mare named Anna Peachbottom, didn't seem fazed by the heat at all. She happily sang along to the radio, its signal a little distorted by distance and the fact that the car was quite old.

Ms Peachbottom was quite the vocalist, even if she did sing ear-piercingly high every now and again.

Ms Peachbottom, or Anna as she preferred her friends to call her, had offered Gloria a ride and a place to stay over in Mustangia, free of charge except fuel and food. Gloria wanted to pay for the act of kindness, but Anna turned it down, giving a thank you nonetheless.

But she could at least turn the air conditioner on.

"How long until we get to Mustangia?" Gloria gasped, fanning herself with a hand.

"I'd reckon 'bout three hours, if we don't stop for a break," Anna replied, then tapped the fuel gauge, "Speakin' of which, we're gonna need some more fuel soon."

Gloria peered over Anna's shoulder, squinting to the horizon. "Well I don’t see any service stations."

"I'm sure there's one 'bout ten miles away." Anna countered. " I passed it earlier when I came through."

With an approving grunt, Gloria leaned back into her seat. A train ride to Mustangia from Manehattan would have been faster and more comfortable, but the ticket was far too expensive; and besides, it would allow her some time to get to know her friend a little better, too.
The Crystal Empire was much closer to the metropolis, plus she had a discount from a cousin working the station. Sighing, she remembered the sweet chill of the Empire. A small comfort on this otherwise unbearable afternoon.

"Don't mind me askin', but…" Anna asked, eyes still locked onto the road.

"But?" Gloria raised an eyebrow.

"Ah, never mind, just tryin’ to think of somethin’ to talk about,” said the driver, excusing herself.

"Fair enough," Gloria said, before fanning herself again. “Could we turn the air conditioner on, please?"

Anna, without any further prompting, reached for the dial of the air conditioner. It hummed to life as the automobile filled up with cool air. Gloria closed her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest, content to let the cold wash over her perspiring figure.

"You could've just opened the window, y'know," Anna muttered after a moment.

"It's a hundred degrees out there," Gloria retorted. "Opening the window would cause more problems than it would solve."

A shrug was the only response Anna gave. "Well, looky there! Here’s that pit-stop I was tellin’ you about."

Gloria glanced up. True to her friend's word, there was a service station a fair distance up the road, the air near it shimmering, radiating of the baking landscape. From what she could see there was only one truck and another automobile. Aside from that, the place was deserted.

"Well, you were right," Gloria murmured.

"'Course, I know this area like the back of my hand! Wait, when did that freckle get there?"

"Ugh..."

Stepping out of the car, Gloria was rudely reminded how hot it was. Not only that, but her clothing felt like it was clinging to her, fur matted by sweat. She desperately needed a shower.

The next thing she noticed was her bladder was full. How she hadn’t noticed that before, she didn’t know. Squeezing her legs together in a desperate attempt not to spring a leak, she heard a low gurgle.

Blushing, she heard the complaints of her stomach, ironically empty.

Anna mentioned she would get some food for the three of them, car included, while Harshwhinny wandered off to take care of business. Though Anna didn't seem to need to go, Gloria assumed she'd probably need to eventually.

Gloria quickly sped off to the toilet, ignoring the generally poor condition of the place as she found a seat. Squatting, she sighed, a natural reaction to relieve herself such a burden.

The room was surprisingly cold, compared to the outside world. She took the opportunity to open her jacket and blouse, exposing her honey-gold chest to the open air. She felt horribly sticky, but at least the sweat allowed her body to cool off faster.

Her eyes caught something written on the bathroom wall: a phone number, followed by the promise of a 'good time'. Her eyes lingered on it for some time. Part of her mind wanted to rub it away, making the stall that much cleaner. Another part of her wondered who would put a phone number on the stall of a service station toilet in the first place, not to mention in one a few hours out of Mustangia, where it would take a long while to drive out here.

A third part however, began concocting a fantasy.

She would call the number, and the gruff voice of a stallion would come through. She would ask, seductively, about what he could do to show her a good time, and he would list, slowly, the things he would do to satisfy her.

Her eyes closed as she leaned back on the porcelain, hand moving across her bosom, cupping a breast, kneading it softly. A quiet moan exited her mouth.

He would soon arrive, a huge, powerful buck, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. Probably a dark coat, too. He would tower over her and press her against the wall, launching into a kiss. He would fondle her, tracing along her bosom, cleavage and all.

Her other hand moved closer to her snatch, rubbing it daintily, before she placed a thumb over her clitoris and began to swirl it around it, the constant drip of her vaginal fluids disrupting the surface of the water in the porcelain bowl beneath her supple, bulging ass complimented the purrs of pleasure echoing in the confined space.

He would reach down below her belt, rubbing along her slit with surprising delicacy, before parting her labia and slipping a meaty finger inside.

Her thoughts became jerkier as she continued, sliding one finger into her pussy with a welcome squelching noise. Groans echoed through the room, a wanton expression of lust, but she was far too gone to notice.

He would pump his finger into her many times, firm but gentle. He would explore her crevices, all the while playing and licking at her breasts with his rough tongue.

She sped up her own fingering, tongue lolling out the side of her mouth. Her body began rocking back and forth a little, beholden to a stallion that didn't exist. A squeeze of her breast caused her to emote breathlessly, searching across the nipple, imitating a lover’s caress.

He would then pull away from her, letting her lick his finger as he brought her down to her knees. Her hands would fiddle with his belt, eyes widening when his stiffening cock finally escaped captivity. She had seen them before, but this throbbing phallus was unlike anything she had known. She would reach forward, lick up and down the shaft, slowly, sensually, stimulating him as much as she could.

She lifted her finger to her lips and began slurping at her own juices, savouring the taste as a delicacy. Her other hand moved from her breasts and filled the void her finger left, sliding another two fingers into her snatch, rubbing against all her sensitive spots.

Without warning he would grab her head, pushing her lips against the pulsating tip of his member, and she would gladly let it in, feeling his pride slip to the back of her throat as she looked up. Then, he would slowly pump in and out, careful not to knock her uvula. Dizzy but loving every second, her hand would fiddle with her sex.

The false sense of having her muzzle fucked by a stallion, in part fulfilled by her sucking her own fingers edged her full throttle toward orgasm. Despite trying to remain silent, little whimpers still escaped her mouth.. She was very close - her insides trying to milk the non-existent stallion for all he was worth.

A knock stopped her cold. "Gloria, you done in there yet?"

It was Anna. Quickly, Gloria removed her hand from her crotch and attempted to respond immediately, coming out as a muffled grunt as something clamped down on her fingers. Pulling her hand away from her muzzle, she cleared her throat. "Almost!"

"I got you something to eat."

"Thank you" she muttered, the visions of her fantasy all but gone now. Her crotch was dripping a combined mixture of perspiration and arousal, her fur matted. Groaning, she realised she didn't have the luxury to sit any longer and finish up. An entire town was waiting for her. Not only that, but thanks to the interruption she lost the rhythm of her pleasuring, her growling stomach adding yet another vote for her body to move.

Reluctantly, she wiped herself as clean, flushed the toilet, straightened out her mane and clothing, and strode out while fastening the last button on her jacket. Again, she was reminded of how hot it actually was outside of the little stall.

"Dunno what took you so long," Anna said with a raised eyebrow, holding a wrap out to Gloria, tufts of lettuce sticking out. "Here, this should keep them hunger pangs down."

"Thank you," Gloria replied, surprisingly short of breath, before taking the wrap in her hands and tearing a chunk of it off, chewing slowly. The two mares meandered back to their vehicle, ready to return to the road.

Gloria tried not to dwell on her experience in the bathroom, but with her clothes sticking and their rubbing stimulating her body, it was at best stalemate. Images slipped back into her mind, of a stallion giving her the time of her life. Try as she might, she couldn't help but let them stew in her mind while she looked out the window, calming herself with the passing scenery.

"Aww hell," Anna squeaked. "I should'a gone before we left!"

"Why didn't you?" she asked her green-haired companion.

"Cuz I didn't need to!"

Gloria rolled her eyes. "We had this conversation earlier, didn't we?"

Anna balked, face contorting with different pee-stressed expressions to keep from wetting the seat.

"We're gonna have to pull over."

"If we must."

The car came to a stop by the side of the road and Anna shot out of the side of the car, diving behind one of the few bushes around. Gloria stepped out of the vehicle, grimacing as she stretched her arms. The horizon seemed to go on endlessly, fields of green and browns covering the earth.

Of course, as much as she'd love to focus on the scenery, there were only two things on her mind. The first was that the sunny sky had been replaced, covered by ominous grey clouds; not enough to blot out the sun, but forecast the threat of rain nonetheless.

The second, and the one slowly garnering her full attention, was the soft pattering sound followed by a slow exhalation that was coming from Peachbottom's direction. Gloria’s mind instantly visualized the sight of Anna, standing naked from the waist down, pussy spread.

Gloria slapped herself lightly on the cheek to belay the thoughts. It had been fifteen years since she thought about another mare like that, not since she was a lot younger.

Yet, even with the pain in her cheek, she couldn't stop imagining Anna, coyly hiding behind a bush, reaching down to her own snatch and sliding a finger in and out, trying to have a quick orgasm so as not to draw suspicion. Gloria’s hand idly hovered near her behind, hesitating, but silently acknowledging that opportunity probably wasn’t too far away.

She would innocently walk over to Anna, looking behind the bush to ask if she was ok. Anna would have her fingers deep inside her, huge blush on her face. Then she would freak out, quickly rushing to her feet and apologising profusely in her thick Mustangian accent. Gloria would simply smile and cross her arms, silencing Anna with a caress on the cheek, leaning forward into a quick kiss. Gloria’s other hand reaching past up to Anna’s soft behind, grabbing her cheeks and fondling them softly. Anna would part the kiss, moaning her friend's name and one of her hands would slip up Gloria's skirt rubbing the slit line deepening in her panties. The other hand would proceed up Gloria’s shirt to cup her breast, playing with her nipples as it rubbed it against her shirt. Actions eliciting a soft moan and a trickle of juices.

"Oh, Anna..." she would say as a finger brushed over her clitoris.

"Yeah?" Anna asked, for real, snapping Gloria out of her fantasy. The blond-maned mare nearly jumped out of her pelt, realising her hands had been fixated on some rather heavy petting, what with one on her chest and the other kneading her crotch through her skirt. Her resulting blush nearly set the surrounding landscape on fire, which would have been a nice reprieve considering she wanted to die of embarrassment.

"Don't do that!" Gloria squeaked, quickly dusting herself off.

Anna simply stood there with her arms crossed in an odd reversal of fortunes. Gloria had hoped to be the one in Anna’s position. "So that's what took ya so long in the loo earlier."

Gloria tried to speak. Only a whimper came out.

"I didn't think you liked me... like that." Anna spoke slowly and carefully, keeping her eyes trained on her friend.

"I don't!" Gloria hastily retorted, feeling pathetic justifying her feelings.

"Then why were ya touching yourself and muttering my name?"

"I..." Gloria started, and then sighed, her arms flopping to her sides. "I guess I just let my mind wander. I don't think about you like that… Normally," she added at the last second.

Anna's muzzle turned up a little at the pseudo-compliment. "An' I guess that happened when you were in the loo as well?"

"No, I imagined a stallion then." Reluctant, she leaned back against the car. The admission of guilt did not stop her need. Rather it seemed more excited: the prospect of getting her friend’s attention... "I just didn't finish."

A few moments passed. Gloria wondered if what she said had offended her friend, or if she was still mulling over being sexually idolized in somepony's fantasy. The apology about to leave Gloria’s lips caught in her throat at the sight of Anna’s rather sultry expression.

"So, was I any good?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.

Gloria gulped. "Anna, are you...?"

Anna just rolled her eyes. "Alright, I might have been fiddling a little behind the bush, and I might have done a little imagining of my own. About you."

"That’s awfully coincidental."

"I know, but with you getting all heated in the backseat … it just sort of popped into my mind."

Gloria's mouth opened for a quick reply but nothing came out. "I- I never knew you were..."

"Don't you remember that night in the Crystal Empire when some stallion asked me out?"

Gloria's turned back to those events. A stallion from Baltimare had indeed come up to the two of them while they were sitting in a cafe, trying to seduce Peachbottom.

"C'mon, you're cute. No reason we can't have a bit of fun, hm?" His attempt was sloppy at best.

"Sorry, you're not my type," Anna quickly replied, a smug grin on her face.

"Then what is, babe?" His sentence oozed subtleties about changing himself to suit her.

"The type that’s gotta try harder." Anna nearly looked like she was about to laugh. After the embarrassed stallion walked away without another word she did.

"I remember feeling annoyed he didn’t try to hit on me," Gloria muttered, folding her arms across her chest.

Anna nodded, "You're tellin' me. Thought for sure he'd come up to you next."

The blond-maned mare gave a little shrug. "Oh well."

"You still haven't answered my question, ya know." Anna chuckled.

"Oh! Well..." Gloria hummed, trying to remember, “you were good."

Anna smiled, then reached up to her own shirt - a pink affair that had been tied just under her breasts. With her hands, she undid the knot and let the sides drop free, revealing her rather generous bosom. Gloria gulped and felt a spot dampen at her crotch. Slowly Anna yanked her bra down, breasts bouncing free as she did so.

"Ahh, it's good to get the twins out and about again," Anna giggled, reaching forward to Gloria's chest to do the same. As she prepared for the unveiling, she couldn’t help but stop and have a little fun, cupping Gloria’s breasts with her hands, kneading them softly, sensually. Soon the bosom was swiftly freed, and Gloria gasped breathlessly as Anna began rubbing over the flesh, the practiced touch of somepony who had worked with mares before.

Gloria bent down on her knees, sliding skirt and panties off to reveal her soaked muff to the elements. She was already damp between the legs, growing more so with every second. Anna wasn’t helping the situation any either, the main contributor to the mess. Gloria reached up to unbuckle Anna's shorts and tugged them down, panties coming off too, now face-to-face with her friend’s bright-pink slit, winking, ready for action.

"Like what you see?" Anna asked huskily.

Gloria's response was to give her slit a lick-over, only just parting the soft lemon-yellow labia. A squeak of approval from Anna added to it.

"I'll take that as a yes!"

Gloria leaned in further, burying her tongue in the crevice and lapping up the juices. The probe explored every nook and cranny of her friend's sex, while her hands moved up to mash Anna's protrusive bottom. She resisted the urge to make a pun with her friend's name as she licked and fondled.

Anna's oratory kept Gloria going, squeals of delight unrestricted - who would be listening in anyways? Gloria rose to her hooves, grabbing her companion's chin and pulling their muzzles close, interlocking their lips as her fingers dipped between Anna's legs. Sticky syrup coated her digits as it flowed out of Anna’s snatch, a soft squelching accompanying each thrust. Anna's own hand began rubbing against her friend’s snatch, soon thrusting a finger inside. The two mares ate at each other, working their pleasure higher and higher, before pulling their muzzles away to breathe.

The tan mare's breathing soon became heavier, body starting to ride up and down with each finger thrust. Wasting no time, Gloria leaned down and, with her fingers still busy, began flicking her tongue over Anna's nub. It only took a few minutes of such loving attention for Anna’s entire body seizing up as she started leaking profusely all over Gloria's hand and muzzle, the honey-gold mare eagerly lapping it up. Gloria felt surprised Anna was so quick to reach her climax, envious she still had pent up demand growing in her loins. Anna, once spent, proceeded to seat herself against one of the rear wheels of the car, excitement frosting the road.

"Whoo-wee, that was one heck of a finish..." She managed to get out after a few minutes.

Gloria however, was far from satisfied. With little warning, she practicallypushed her snatch into Anna's face, needing the dripping marehood to meet with some sort of resistance. One aching second passed, followed by the sensation of a tongue piercing her folds. She gasped, feeling her friend's slobbering, flexible organ writhe around inside her pussy, edging her closer to the climax she so desperately desired. She almost erupted when her clitoris was teased, the fleshy bump being rolled around and sucked by a pair of hungry lips. Her knees grew weak and she had to place her hands on them just to be able to stand upright. The pleasure soon started making its way through her whole body. Breathing became laboured, speech impossible, and her eyes rolled up in anticipation. Closer... closer... closer...

Finally at the last second, her friend screamed "truck!" and proceeded to dive straight into the car. Gloria's body followed faster than her mind, and she too threw herself into the automobile. A few seconds later, a large truck zoomed past, rattling the windows of their vehicle. It took a second for Gloria to realise they wouldn't have been hit by the truck regardless, figuring that it was more a case of Anna not wanting them to be seen than anything.

Groaning, Gloria glared at the panting Anna. "Did you have to interrupt it?"

"They would've seen me eatin' you out otherwise hon,” came Anna's reply, confirming Gloria’s suspicions.

After a long pause, Gloria cast her gaze back to the sky. The clouds had moved quite a distance now, covering a good portion of the sky and almost covering the sun. Soon, blessedly cool rain would fall and cool things off, in more than one way. "I guess that makes sense."

The trip into Mustangia hadn't taken much longer, about three-quarters of an hour. Even so, it had been the longest forty-five minutes in her life. The car ride did little to calm her down as she was still just as eager to just cum, the suspense killing her sanity. The car finally stopped at a rather humble abode: a two-story house, painted off-white,

"Well, here we are!" Anna chimed, bounding out of the car. "Oh my, that storm's looking a might rough."

Gloria glanced up at the sky again as she stepped out. The clouds were scarily dark, the air still warm with just a hint of the coming coolness. "You aren't wrong."

Anna already moved up to the door and was fiddling with the lock. Gloria shrugged and shut the car door, eyes still trained on the sky as she meandered over. The latch to the house clicked open, and Anna ducked inside, flicking the light on. Gloria noted the house was rather spacious. Anna didn't seem to be acting any differently from her normal self, despite having eaten a mare out at the side of the road not less than an hour earlier; Gloria, on the other hand, was a mixed pack of conflicting emotions, shame, and arousal.

"Make yourself comfortable, I'll cook up some dinner," Anna said with a smile, walking to the kitchen.

"May I use the shower?" Gloria asked, the sweat fusing her clothing to her coat something she wished to alleviate.

"Sure. Door in the hall to your left, got a big sign on it, can’t miss it. Don't spend too long, got a bit of a water restriction thing goin' on." Anna replied from the kitchen, before flicking on the radio and singing along to the song. After a quick detour to the car to grab fresh clothing from her bags, Gloria moved about the house, searching for the bathroom. Soon enough, she found it, just as Anna had described it. Like the rest of the house, the bathroom was surprisingly big.

Or maybe she was just used to living in small spaces while on her travels.

The bathroom contained everything you'd expect - bath, shower, toilet, a couple of mirrors - one full-sized, another just over the sink. She dipped into the freshening stream, letting the water flow over her coat and soak into her skin, removing the sweat from her. The remnants of her earlier excitement washed away too, leaving her crotch feeling much less sticky than earlier, though not any less horny.

The water was the sort of warm she was comfortable with, not like the uncomfortable heat she had suffered through the entire day. She began cleaning her arms and stomach with a damp cloth and some soap, every second leaving her feeling marginally less disgusting.
Before long, her hands found their way back to her chest and crotch. The sensation felt great, coming as powerfully as before and too good to resist. She found herself discarding the washcloth opting instead for the dexterity of her fingers. She must have stayed like that for a few minutes before the rational part of her mind took control of her body. With a free hand, she turned the water off, the last drops falling into her mane.

A kinky thought crossed her mind and she pulled her fingers out, moving over to the towel rack, quickly drying herself off. She stood on display in front of the blessedly un-fogged full-body mirror and gave herself an appraisal.

Looking good, Gloria. Good figure, great hips, awesome butt, lovely tail, breasts not too big but not too small. She mused, a separate pose for each thought. Definitely somepony any stallion would love to spend the night with.

Her snatch demanded her attention when she brushed her clit with her inner thigh. Soon she found herself bowing her legs, one arm supporting her body weight behind her, the other spreading her pussy as wide as she could with one hand.

Look at that honey pot, Gloria. Isn't it something any stallion would die for? She slid her finger in, feeling the familiar but oh-so-wonderful sensation of a digit inside her. She plopped onto her rear, and fingered herself while her other hand began caressing her clit. She felt her fluids dripping onto the floor and soak her tail, the sensation of her orgasm building up again.

She moved the finger that was thrusting into her snatch a little lower, teasing her asshole with gentle rubs. Anal sex wasn’t something she had had much experience, only once or twice; but often found herself teasing her back entrance when in the throes of pleasure. She let her finger slip past the budded entrance into her rectum, the unusual sensation sending another spike of pleasure up inside of her.

Ooh, fingering your ass now, are we? Dirty mare… she cheekily told herself, lying on her side as she simultaneously fingerfucked her ass and pussy. Her tongue lolling out of her mouth and her eyes clenching shut, she was so very close. Just a minute more...

"Dinner's done!" Anna called from the main room.

Aaand there goes the rhythm. Gloria groaned and stifled a curse, once again dislodging her fingers from her holes and shakily rising to her feet, hurriedly washing her slicked fingers and donning fresh clothes for the meal.

Dinner was masterfully cooked and very filling, but Gloria barely noticed. It had been the third time today she had missed out on orgasm, and she was getting desperate. She fought back every urge to masturbate right at the table. Or, even worse, slide one of the carrots up inside of her puffy paunch; a waste of a good meal, too.

Anna however, seemed rather content, and leaned back on the chair, patting her stomach, "Well, I dunno about you but that was a swell meal."

"It was." Gloria muttered distractedly.

"I dunno about you, but I’m stuffed." Anna sighed, content, glancing over at a small television set in the corner of the room. "Might be something on the TV too."

Gloria groaned, resting her chin on the table. She had enough waiting. She needed to cum now, or she'd go crazy.

"You ok, hon?" Anna asked, glancing over at her friend and walking over with a concerned expression.

The way Anna hips moved, breasts and tail swaying subtly with her body, mane bouncing with every step. Gloria’s memory of that mare’s curious tongue, lapping at her stuffy slit, slurping up her juices and poking at her insides…

She couldn't contain it.

Gloria stood up, turning to face Anna. Anna was about to speak but the lusting look of an animal in heat caused her words to dry up.

"Shut up and fuck me," Gloria half-pleaded, half-growled.

"Shouldn't we wait for dinner to settle first?" Anna offered, knowing it was hopeless.

"I've been sitting on an orgasm for six hours. And I've been interrupted every time I've been close." Gloria walked up, grabbing Anna's shoulders with more force than she intended.

"Are you going to fuck me, or will I have to just get myself off here and now?"

Anna whimpered slightly from her grip, but after a second, she smiled and laughed a little. "I was gonna do that anyway, but seein’ as ya can't wait…"

Gloria returned the smile and let go of her friend. Anna lead her upstairs and into one of the bedrooms. The sky was almost black now, and the soft patter of rain could be heard. Anna turned the bedroom lights on, but dimmed them back down low enough to set the mood. Gloria quickly took to the bed, hastily discarding most of her clothing, tossing apparel every which way. Anna disappeared through a side-door, returning buck-naked and with a box in her hands.

"What's in that thing?" Gloria inquired.

"You'll see," Anna replied seductively, before straddling her friend, pressing the full weight of her body onto Gloria. Pushing muzzles together, their tongues mingled in an endless dance of saliva. As much as Gloria wanted to finally cum, she didn't mind a bit of teasing to start things off.

She felt a hand slip between her legs, and instinctively parted them wide, giving her friend full access to her crotch. Within seconds, her snatch excited itself back to the point she had been after her shower. Gloria started wondering why, if it was this easily aroused, she had cleaned herself in the first place. With what little control she had left, she reached between Anna's thighs to elicit the same.

Minutes later, Anna removed her hand, provoking a frustrated moan from Gloria. The applebottomed mare grabbed the lid to the mysterious box and threw it off, reaching inside to pull out-

Gloria's eyes widened. "You've got one of those?"

Anna smiled, fastening the strap-on to her pelvis. "Well, yeah, some mares still love the feeling of being filled, even when another mare is with them."

Gloria nodded. "I can understand why."

Her friend chuckled and turned around, now with a fake cock sticking out above her pussy. She carefully positioned herself so that the plastic member was just poking Gloria’s entrance.

Gloria's heart pounded in her chest. If this didn't finish her off, then what hope did she have? "I'm ready."

"Me too." Anna grabbed her companion's hips and slowly began pushing the member in, letting Gloria savour every inch of it. And savour it she did - vocalizations becoming ever louder as it pushed in, obstructing the noise still emitting from the radio downstairs. Her vaginal walls squeezed against the strap-on slathering it with in sloppy mare sluice. Soon, Anna had pushed as much in as she could.

"Enjoying yourself, hon?"

Gloria only panted in response, with a "keep going" thrown in the mix, in case Anna was actually thinking about stopping.

Luckily, she wasn’t, pulling out as far as she could before plunging back in. Building up a rhythm, the squelching became more noticeable with each thrust. Gloria's world melted away, with only her, the strap on, and the mare it was attached to remaining. She tried in vain to control her shouts, but soon all she could do was cry incoherently as her insides were ravaged by the furious dicking.

Her orgasm was getting closer and closer. Her ears barely picked up the sound of the rain now coming down in full, the distant rumble of thunder adding to it.

"F-fffuck, I'm close!" Gloria screeched, eyes squeezing shut as she felt a familiar pressure build up inside her. Anna smirked and doubled her efforts, thrusts becoming faster and harder. Gloria's snatch squeezed tighter and tighter as the strap-on stirred her depths.

With one final, powerful thrust from Anna, the pressure finally went critical. Gloria experienced orgasms before, but nothing could or would ever rival this one. As a flash of white from outside and a crack of thunder shook the house, her entire body seized up, back arching as she screamed. Her crotch didn't just pour vaginal fluids; it gushed all over her friend, soaking both their nether regions in a sticky emulsion of girlcum. Gloria’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she came through the peak of her climax, and her scream was reduced to a series of sporadic moans as Anna returned to thrusting, prolonging the orgasm as long as possible.

After what seemed like forever, the spray of fluids reduced to a trickle, and Gloria's entire body fell limp, practically melting onto the bed, whimpering and panting from the seizures of pleasure still wracking her body. Her face almost frozen in a look of permanent ecstasy, her breathing trying to return to its normal pace. Anna grinned and slid the plastic phallus out of her friend.

"Feel better, hon?" Gloria could only nod slowly, a dazed and very, very pleased look on her face. Anna chuckled, casually tossing the fake cock away, and lay down chest-first next to her

“You know, it’s been a while since I’ve brought anther girl home,” Anna remarked, her own breathing taxed. Her tail flicked to the side. “When you’re up for it, I guess you can repay the favour.”

Gloria had to breathe a few more times before speech became a viable option.

“Well… I will be here for a few days…”

Anna smiled softly. “In that case, I’m sure you won’t mind this not being a one-time only thing?”

Gloria let her head flop to the side. “I’d… like that, actually.”

Anna nodded, right before she leaned over and gave her honey-gold-coated friend a soft peck on the lips. “So, I’m guessing this is just a ‘friends with benefits’ sorta thing?”

Gloria waved the question off with a hoof. “Ask me tomorrow, Anna. I need sleep.”

Anna smiled. After a few minutes, she sat up again, much to the beleaguered surprise of Gloria. “What are you doing?”

“Gonna relieve some of my own tension and get myself cleaned up,” Anna responded matter-of-factly, leaning past the bed and retrieving the strap-on. “Feel free to stay there. I was gonna let you use the couch, but I don’t mind sharing.”

Gloria nodded, then waved her hand at her friend. “I’d offer to help you out, but I’m….”

“Don’t worry, I know.” Anna chuckled and, rising to her hooves, quickly departed from the room. Gloria couldn’t help but notice the subtle sway in her rear.

She could talk to Anna about –this– later. For now, she decided she needed sleep. After all, it would be a busy few days coming up, full of much activity and moving around.

Stretching a little beforehand, Gloria groaned and rolled onto her side, closing her eyes and allowing sweet sleep to fall upon her.

Author's Note

Welcome to Stormbadger's clop. After five-billion years in development, I hope it has been worth the wait.

Inspired by the internet and my own imagination.

Truth be told, I like Ms. Harshwhinny and Ms. Peachbottom. Maybe it's their appearance, maybe it's their voices, maybe I just have a thing for older characters, but I don't really know for certain why.

Unlike my other clopfic, Duet D'amour, this is more of a 'pure clop'-type fiction. Ultimately I just wanted to write Harshwhinny and Peachbottom having sex. When I was planning this story, I thought it would add an interesting element to make it that Harshwhinny was interrupted every time she was close to orgasm; a frustration I'm sure a number of people have suffered on occasion. Of course, I had to have her climax at the end. That would just be cruel to the audience if I didn't :twilightsmile:

Hope you enjoyed this story! Please feel free to check out my other clop and non-clop stories, hopefully they'll be as enjoyable as this one :twilightsmile:

Stay awesome people,
~StormbadgerXIII

PS: Uber kudos for IRpony's editing help, he did a splendifermagnififabulous job. Without him, this story would be a little less enjoyable.
PPS: And again, for him doing a second edit. I didn't plan this story to take so long, but regardless, it did.