I stood there in the bathroom for a couple of minutes, wondering what I should do next. Maybe I should go speak with Spitfire? Confront her about what happened in the bathroom? Sure, why the hell not? It'd be one step further than just staring at myself in the mirror the whole night.

I strode out of the bathroom, still completely in the nude, and spotted Spitfire sitting on the single bed right next to the one I woke up in, her back facing me. She was wearing a blue tank top with a pair of red shorts.

Huh, how in the hell didn't I notice another freakin' bed next to me?

"Hey, Spitz-"

"Look, Soarin," She began, still having her back towards me,"what happened just now was completely awkward and I think that we would both be better off not mentioning it ever again. Are we clear?"

"But-"

"I said are we cle-" She stopped mid sentence after finally turning to face me. Her mouth hung open as she stared in a mixture of shock and disbelief at my nude form, her eyes slowly traveling south to semi-hard phallus. I was standing right next to her now, my penis dangling dangerously close to her face.

"Hey Spitz, I was wonderin' that maybe...y'know...you could get my rocks off?" I said. This was dangerous. Even more dangerous than sticking my dick into that one hornets' nest that one time. My 'best friends' had dared me to do it. It was the most painful five bucks I had ever earned.

But damnit I'm horny, and I'm not willing to turn down the opportunity for a quickie, especially from a mare like Spitfire.

"C'mon, Spitz. You know you want it," I cooed. I then proceeded to do what could questionably be the most moronic thing to do in this situation.

*smack*

The sound of my penis making contact with her face reverberated throughout the room, enhanced further by its dead silence.

Did I go too far? Nah, I just sold my soul to the devil (I had just realized that) and damnit if I'm not going down in a blaze of glory!

Looking back at her, I saw that she had still the same look on her face. She looked kinda funny, with her face like that.

Desperate to avoid another awkward situation like the one in the bathroom, I then proceeded to do what any other man in this situation would do.

*smack*

I chuckled, suddenly finding the sound of my dick slapping on her face highly amusing.

*smack smack smeck* Smeck?*smack*

Hey, I wonder if she minds that I'm doing thi-owowowowow!

My thoughts were interrupted by her grabbing my dick. Hard.

"Hey Spitz...y'might wanna...soften your grip...just a little...?" I said through gritted teeth.

"Soarin...," her voice was low and dangerous, and I suddenly got the feeling that I might be in for some shit. "You have ten words to explain to me what you're doing and if I don't like your answer, your dick will be the least of your worries." She punctuated her sentence by squeezing my dick even harder.

"Understood?"

"Y-yes ma'am." I wheezed.

"That's two."

"Hey, that's not-"

"Five."

I got her message, and wisely shut up. Oh why oh why must I be so impulsive? And why did I think that smacking my dick against a Spitfire's face would get me any? Was I high again? Looks like I didn't need drugs in order to do something stupid.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by Spitfire, who continued to tighten her grip. If this continued, my time with my new equipment would have been short-lived! If there was any moment for divine intervention, now would be a good time!

"Hey, Spitfire I was wondering if-"

Time seemed to freeze for everyone except for me, who was too busy trying not too scream like a little girl due to the increasingly tightening grip on my dick.

The new voice, which I didn't recognize, belonged to none other than Fleetfoot, who was standing in the doorway (which she so rudely barged in without knocking), looking not unlike a deer caught in the headlights.

I silently thanked whatever God that had answered my silent prayer, as I let out a sigh of relief.

This must be somewhat terrifying for Fleetfoot, walking in on her superiors, with one of which is completely nude and the other has her hand on the other's dick.

A few awkward seconds past. There was enough awkwardness in the air that if it were substantial, we'd all be drowning in it.

Me, being the gentleman-damnit-horse, I once again decided to diffuse the situation.

"Wanna join in?" I said with the most shit-eating grin.

"..."

"..."

More awkward seconds past.

Finally taking back control of her mouth, Fleetfoot said,"Um, I'm s-sorry for interrupting you guys! I'm just going to leave now!"

I saw her face was a rosy red, as she shut the door with a little more force than necessary.

"Our door's open anytime!" I yelled after her, admittedly having way too much fun at someone else's expense.

I felt a certain pressure has been lifted and I looked down and was happy to see that Spitfire had relinquished her vice grip on my cock.

Replacing her stunned expression was a scowl so deep and a gaze so intense that it made me wish I was back in hell, bent over satan's office desk and being spanked by a cattle prod.

Her blush was still there though, so I still had that going for me.

"Hey, Spitz...," I began, "no hard feelings, right?"

*smack!

This time the sound did not come from my dick coming in contact with Spitfire's face.

Ow...

I held my hand to my face, cupping my cheek due to the new stinging sensation. Before I could come up with a retort that I would more than likely regret in the future, she promptly got up and left, slamming the door on her way out, probably to catch up to Fleetfoot before any scandalous rumors started popping up.

Not like she could do anything about it, considering the compromising position we were both in.

Great. I guess I done fucked up now. My only hope would be to apologize to her. Hopefully she won't slap me again. That shit hurt.

I walked around the room, looking for something to occupy myself with while I waited for Spitfire to return. I saw a pile of suitcases, and decided that sneaking a peek wouldn't hurt. One of them is bound to be mine.

I opened one of them and was greeted by the sight of many articles of clothing belonging to the opposite sex. I looked around as if to check if someone was watching me. Well, what Spitfire doesn't know won't hurt her. I thought to myself.

I rummaged through her luggage as quickly and as neatly as possible, trying not to leave it in a complete mess. I felt around until I felt something soft and silky. Liking what I feel, I pulled out a small, frilly black thong with a tiny pink ribbon on the front. If she wasn't planning on getting laid, why the hell would she pack panties like this?

Well I'm not complaining. I stuffed the provocative piece of clothing in my...oh wait, I'm still naked. Fitting it on my head, I zipped up the luggage and placed it back where I found it.

I admit it. I'm a huge perv.

I would have rummaged her luggage a little more thoroughly, but I didn't want to push my luck. All that's left to do is to wait for her to come back, I guess.

~

I was lying down on my bed, reading an issue of playpony that I had procured from Soarin's luggage. Damn, those mares are flexible!

I was also wearing a pair of shorts now. It probably wouldn't do me any good to try and apologize to Spitfire in the nude.

As I was mildly wondering as to why almost all of these pages were stuck together, I heard the door open and close with a soft click.

I looked up from the magazine to see Spitfire wearing a completely neutral face.

We didn't move. I was still lying on the bed while she stood a few feet away from me.

"I'm sorry." We both said at the same time.

Both our eyes widened at the same time. Do my new freakishly large ears deceive me?

Taken aback by her abrupt change of behavior, I said, "Ladies first."

"Urm, well, I know it's your fault that you so rudely slapped your penis against my face,"

I winced at her words. Wait, wasn't she apologizing?

"But I also realized that I may have gone too far by squeezing it as hard as I did, so for that I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?"

"I will if you'll forgive me too." I said with a soft smile.

"Deal." She replied warmly. She hugged me, and I hugged her back. I guess the love and tolerance theme isn't just a gimmick.

"Does it still hurt?" She asked.

"What? Nah, I'm a big boy. I can take it." I replied, sweating a little.

"Are you sure? I know some basic first aid that could help with the pain." She said while reaching out for my shorts.

"No!" I replied a little too quickly. "Er, I mean, that won't be necessary."

She raised an eyebrow and put both her hands on her hips, clearly suspicious. "One minute you're slapping your dick on my face and the next you're not willing to take off your shorts when I want to see it?"

This is bad. Retreat! Retreat!

I got off of my bed and started thinking quickly. My eyes looking everywhere except for Spitfire.

"Uh, I-I need to pee! Yeah! I drank lots of fluids while you were gone and now I need to pee! Yup, so if you'll excuse me I'll be heading over to the bathroom now-" my rambling was cut short as I felt a sudden breeze through my thighs. Did she just pants me?!

Not good. Abort! Abort!

"Soarin?"

"Uh...yes?" I replied.

"Are you wearing...my underwear?"

"What? No, what are you talking about? You mean these?" I said pointing down to the offending garment.

Fucking think, Ethan! Think like you've never thunk before!!

"These? Well u-um t-these? Uh,these are mine. Yep. Totally mine." I said feigning confidence.

There's a window to your right! Do what the assassins do!

"Don't you know that a guy would want to get in touch with his feminine side every now and then?"

Leap of Faith!

She pushed me back down on the bed. "What the hell Soarin?!"

"Agh! I'm sorry! Don't hurt me! I'll do anything!" I said using my arms to shield my face.

She paused at this."Anything?"

Damnit, brain!

"...yes?" I whimpered, already regretting my proposition.

She grinned evilly and I started to wonder just how far this love and tolerance bullshit would go.

"Alright, then," she said, all of her previous malice gone from her voice. "Obviously you're hornier than a rabbit in mating season, and I don't want to be constantly bothered by your advances. Since we're going to share this room for at least a couple more days, I think we should resolve this problem right now. Plus, I'm in heat, so we'd be helping each other out."

Wait, seriously?

"Unfortunately, I don't want children right now so we're going to have to settle with oral play."

Aw sweet, so I am getting some!

"On two conditions."

Crap.

"One.You do not mention this to anyone. Ever. If my coltfriend ever finds out, I'm coming for your head."

Wait, she has a boyfriend?!

"Two. You will do what I say, when I say, got it?"

I nodded curtly, fearing to step out of line.

"Good." She then proceeded to take off her pair of red shorts and unceremoniously tossed it aside. She laid down on my bed and splayed her legs, showing off her small, tight vagina.

I must've been staring for a little too long as she was calling my name repeatedly to get my attention.

"You are going to eat me out Soarin, and you are not going to stop until I'm satisfied. Got it?"

Wiping the drool from my mouth I nodded so fast, you could hear my head rattle. I covered the distance between her and me clumsily as my massive dick would get in the way, swaying with each step I took.

I placed my head between her legs and I took my time to admire the object of my desire. Her smooth yellow mound was a shade darker than the rest of her body. It was winking at me, her clit visible every few winks.

Neat.

It looks like I'm not the only one excited.

I stuck out my tongue and tentatively ran it along the entire length of her opening and was rewarded by a long lengthy moan.

"Fuck, it's been so long~!" She cried.

I continued my ministrations, suddenly finding my throat as dry as a desert, and eager to quench my thirst. I used both my arms and placed it on top of her stomach to stop her from squirming. I licked her inner thighs and continued to prod and tease her entrance with my tongue, never actually entering her and savoring her flavor. I can be such a tease sometimes. She tasted like...cherries? Interesting.

My musings were cut short as my partner gave an impatient whine. "Soarin! Stop teasing me already for Celestia's sake! You're lucky I'm letting you do this to me!"

Deciding to comply, I dove right in. My tongue lashing at her inner walls, reaching in as far as it could. Her love button poked out every few seconds and I would immediately shower it with my attention, licking and sucking it as hard as I can, before switching back to my usual tongue lashing. My chin was soaked with her juices at this point. She gasped and panted, and her moans grew steadily louder and throatier. I wouldn't say that I'm experienced in eating girls out, but judging by her thrashing and squirming, I'd say that I'm doing a good job.

I looked up at her and her eyes were completely glazed over, completely lost in her own euphoria. She had subconsciously put one hand behind my head, keeping it in place, while her other hand was fondling her breast, tweaking the nipple. Her tongue was lolling out, and she was drooling on her now wet tank top.

Damn I'm good! I mentally congratulated myself.

I continued my service for a few minutes, as my tongue licked and thrashed around inside her warm, slick entrance. Her moans became louder, until she was nearly screaming and I briefly wondered if I should be worried that someone would hear us.

"S-Soarin!" She cried in between pants." Ah~! I-I'm close, Soarin! Ah~! Soarin,I-I'm cumming!!"

I suddenly felt a warm flood of her juices coming from her love canal, dribbling down my chin. I wrapped my lips around her clitoris, and suckled on it, not unlike how a newborn foal would its mother's teats, prolonging her orgasm. She had grabbed a pillow, and was currently screaming her head off into it. As she came down from her pleasure-induced high, I lapped up her sweet nectar, sending post-orgasmic tingles up her spine, and swallowing it without hesitation.

I looked up at her. She had moved the pillow from her face. Her eyes were still glazed over and she had the goofiest grin plastered on her face that could mirror mine. I climbed up on her until my face was level with hers, and shoved my tongue past her lips. We made out sloppily, making obscene squelching noises as I shared her honey and saliva with her.

Her eyes slowly came into focus, and she promptly shoved me off of her.

"Oof!

"What was the second condition, Soarin?!" She yelled.

"Uh..." Fuck! What was it?!

"What was it?!"

"To do whatever you say?"

"Yes! And did I tell you to shove your tongue down my throat?!"

"Um...no?"

"I'm going to give you this one warning Soarin. You step out of line again, you're going to go to sleep with that." She said, pointing at my crotch.

Now that my face wasn't buried in Spitfire's, I realized just how uncomfortable my erection was. My inhumanely large horsecock had stiffened to the point where it's starting to ache, made even worse by the incredibly tight, incredibly silky thong that I was wearing, which was now grinding up my ass and giving a very unpleasant sensation to the base of my new alien tail.

Wait, what did she say? Surely she must've been joking! She can't possibly expect me to go to sleep with this! Surely no one could be so cruel!

I looked into her eyes and saw no hint that that she was joking. By God's name, she's serious!

"I'm sorry, Spitfire! I swear I won't do anything unless you say so!" I begged pathetically.

"I dunno. I'm feeling kinda tired." She replied while nonchalantly inspecting her fingernails.

"Please!" I cried while getting on my knees, on the verge of tears. I must've looked ridiculous in my prostrate form.

"Alright, alright. Get up, you big baby. You look pathetic."

Giddy at the prospect of getting serviced myself, I shot up to my feet, only to be pushed back down on her bed.

"Excited, are we?"

You have no idea.

I sat up on the edge of her bed, my feet dangling off on the side of it. She kneeled down in front of me so her head was level with my massive erection.

She gave me the most smoldering bedroom eyes that could melt a glacier, and gently grabbed my dick, and started stroking it slowly. The friction with the fabric provided a welcome feeling as I felt it glide along my skin in time with Spitfire's stroking. If it was even possible, my erection got even harder, and I was afraid that it might tear through the fabric.

She finally pulled the panties down and let my boner free. She paused momentarily and gaped at my member's length. So it wasn't average after all!

Getting back to her senses she gently stuck out her tongue and ran it along my member, starting from the base, past my medial ring, right up to the tip where she swirled her tongue around it, before giving it a light kiss, all while keeping eye contact with me.

"Fuck..." I muttered, overwhelmed by the sensations. She's clearly done this before.

She then proceeded to lick all up and down my length, coating it with her saliva. She turned her attention towards my balls, and gently licked and nibbled them, doubling the pleasurable sensation.

I screwed my eyes shut, and clenched the beds sheets. It was incredible!

After a few minutes, she positioned her mouth at the end of my dick, looked up at me and smiled daintily. She suddenly wrapped her lips around my member, enveloping it, swallowing my length until about halfway.

Caught off guard by the new sensation, I gasped in surprise. She continued her service, bobbing her head up and down my length, while she used her hands to stroke the rest of my dick at a fast pace in a twisting motion.

She then used her trump card, in a bid to make me finish quickly. She swallowed my length, all the way past my medial ring and started gagging. Tears started to form in her eyes, but she remained firm. Her gag reflex was working overtime to try and push out the foreign object from her throat, but only served to massage my dick, as it contracted around my length to try and accommodate it.

Glk. Glk. Glk.

The obscene sounds were coming from her throat, due to my dick hitting the back of it every time. I was rocked with tidal waves of pleasure.

Glk. Glk. Glk.

She continued deepthroating me for some time, and I briefly wondered if she even needed to breath. I instinctively put one hand on the back of her head to help her keep rhythm, while my other hand kept the stray strands of her mane from her face.

Glk. Glk. Glk.

This was it. I couldn't hold on for much longer! My dick started twitching violently and she seemed to have acknowledged it, as she picked up her pace, her head bobbing quickly and her throat continued to contract around my member.

Glk. Glk. Glk.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!!

In a torrent, I came. Hard.

I came down her throat. Load after load, she took it all, swallowing it seemingly with ease. After the fifth spurt, she had to come up for air. The rest of my semen landed across her face, on her mane, and on her cleavage.

We both laid there for a minute, completely out of breath, panting and gasping from the exertion.

The last thing I remembered before passing out was Spitfire's slow and steady breathing, as I made my trip to dreamland, where I would dream of milkshakes and boobies. Today was a good day.

Author's Note

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