The Sexy Tale of Honey Dip

"This is the last stop before we hit Canterlot," Acrylic said as he led me into the little town. "Ponyville. Not too fancy, but not a bad place to chill out, either. It's peaceful."

I looked at the mountain in the distance; the outline of Canterlot castle was quickly fading in the dim light of the setting sun. "I guess we'll have to finish the journey tomorrow," I said. "It's too dark to go on tonight."

Acrylic snorted and gave his bright green mane a toss. "We could have been there hours ago if you could fly," he said, ruffling his wings in mock annoyance.

"Well, excuse me for being an earth pony."

Acrylic laughed. "Don't sweat it, I'm not in a hurry. We'll just catch a train tomorrow morning and be there by noon."

"Good," I sighed. "I'm sick of walking. Heck, I'm sick of this whole trip. I need a pick-me-up or something."

Acrylic grinned. It was one of those knowing grins, too. The kind that lets you know he's up to something.

"Looking for a way to unwind?" he asked. "Boy, do I have a treat for you. Turns out an old friend of mine lives here in Ponyville, and if she's around, we could get a place to crash for the night and maybe that little pick-me-up you're looking for."

I knew trusting Acrylic's ideas was almost never wise, but he had a point; we didn't have anywhere to stay. I shrugged and followed him down the dirt road.

How Acrylic even found the place, I will never know. I swear it looked exactly like every other house. Even so, he trotted up to the door and confidently knocked.

"Come in!" a mare cheerfully called from somewhere in the depths of the house. "Door's not locked!"

The pegasus grinned and pushed his way inside. I followed along, looking around the dim room as I went.

"Yo, where are ya?" he called into the semidarkness.

"Upstairs," the mare replied from somewhere above. "I'm in the middle of a session, but you're welcome to come up and hang out!"

"A session?" I asked quietly. "What is she, a shrink? I don't need a shrink, Acrylic, I just need a little break."

Acrylic laughed. "She's not a shrink. Just follow me, you'll see."

I followed him up the steps. A sliver of light radiated from one of the rooms down the hall. Acrylic pushed it open without reserve. I peeked in and gasped.

The room was lit by a single, yellowish light, and the curtains were drawn. An assortment of... questionable objects lay scattered on the shelves and generally all about. And a brown pegasus mare with a honey yellow mane lying spread-eagled gave a few pleased squeaks of delight as a particularly bulky stallion gave her a thorough fucking.

"Hey, Honey Dip!" Acrylic said, somehow impossibly nonchalant.

The mare turned her head. "Acrylic! I haven't seen you in ages," she greeted, her voice not wavering in the slightest despite the rather large cock pounding at her nethers. "Who's your friend, and why's he look like he's seen a ghost?"

Acrylic glanced at me and put his hoof to his snout to stifle a laugh. "I don't think he's used to walking in on ponies having sex."

"Oh yeah, that does bother some ponies, doesn't it," Honey Dip replied, tapping a hoof to her chin thoughtfully. "Well, we'll be done in a minute, and then we can—"

The stallion grunted and thrust his hips forward harder. A copious amount of semen spilled out of Honey Dip's vagina around his cock.

"Scratch that, we're done now," Honey Dip laughed. "Hope you had fun, pal. I can tell you needed it."

The stallion mumbled some thanks. Avoiding my gaze, he brushed past me and hurried out of the house.

"So, what brings you back to Ponyville, Acrylic?" the mare asked, idly running a hoof through the thick cum dripping from her entrance and seeming rather oblivious to my discomfort.

"I'm just accompanying my friend here on a business trip to Canterlot," Acrylic said, nudging me with a wing.

Honey Dip turned to me. "Ooh, Canterlot, huh? Boy, I've had some fun there. Anyway, what's your name?"

"F-Footnote," I stuttered.

"We needed a place to crash, so I figured we'd check in with you," Acrylic continued. "Footnote's feeling a little high-strung, so I figured you might be able to help him take care of that, too."

I finally pieced together what Acrylic was implying. I looked at him in shock.

"Are you saying... I mean... I don't even know her!" I sputtered.

Honey Dip, however, laughed playfully. "That won't be a problem," she said in a singsong tone. "And how about this, Acrylic: you two can stay the night, but you have to cook dinner. The market doesn't close for a little while yet."

Acrylic shrugged. "Works for me. You and Footnote can hang out here, I'll be back in a flash."

Before I could object, he had already vanished. Damn pegasi and their speed.

Honey Dip turned to me, looking concerned. "You still don't look well. I apologize if my, uh, current state when you came in was a little surprising."

I nodded slowly. "No problem, I suppose, but... does Acrylic really think you and I are gonna..."

Honey Dip shrugged. "Well, why not? You look like you have some tension to relieve, and I'll never say no to another fuck."

My mind was boggled by how casual she was. "So are you like... a prostitute, then?" I stuttered, immediately regretting my bluntness.

Honey Dip pouted. "Aww, that's no fair. Only ameteurs charge for service. I'll take donations now and then if ponies are feeling generous, but I'm in the biz for the sex, not the cash."

Now I was really confused, and somewhat startled by her answer. "So then, you're, uh..."

"Not a prostitute, just a bit of a nymphomaniac!" Honey Dip chuckled.

She caught me glancing at her soaked groin again and grinned. "Or, well, maybe a lot of a nymphomaniac."

Her smile faded. "But hey, if you're not up for, you know, diving right in, then we can just sit and talk. I'm nothing if not good company. Hope you don't mind if I play with myself a bit, though."

I managed a weak smile. "G-go ahead."

Honey Dip grabbed a tissue and cleaned herself up, and then immediately set to work on herself with her hoof again. "So, whatcha' heading to Canterlot for?" she asked.

"The Summer Sun Celebration's coming up," I replied. "I'm a reporter for the Manehattan Gazette, and I'm on my way there to get info for my article firsthoof."

"Ahh, I love that time of year," Honey Dip said dreamily. "It's the biggest holiday there is, and that means a lot of ponies want to party. And more than a few like to celebrate with a little... decreased inhibition, shall we say. A mare who offers herself that evening can potentially have a field day!"

I laughed. "You're really into fucking, huh?"

"Fuckin', suckin' and everything in between!" the mare announced proudly. "I eat, sleep, and breathe sex."

"And how'd you pick up a habit like that?" I asked.

Honey Dip stopped masturbating for a moment, and again tapped her fluid-soaked hoof to her chin quizzically. "You know, that's quite a story. I'm not sure if I've ever told anypony about all the adventures that put me where I am today."

She paused, and licked the sticky substance from her hoof. "I don't suppose you wanna hear about it anyway?" she asked, a thin line of fluid running from her hoof to her lip.

"I got time," I said, trying not to blush too hard at the mare's casual lewdness.

"Great!" Honey Dip replied, clapping her forehooves excitedly. "Gee, when did it all start? I'm pretty sure my first experience was on a regular old school day, years and years ago..."