My Little Porno: Fluffing Is Magic

I woke up the next morning with little to no recollection of the night before, after my break down in front of Smutty, the whole night becomes a blur. I hop out of bed and walk around, trying to piece together the night before. I find my answering machine, beeping, a new message. I let it play while I make something that could barely be described as breakfast, A small glass of watered down whiskey and a hastily prepared hay sandwhich.

"Hey, it's Smutty!"

Great that fat fuck again, at least he might shed some light on last night.

"About last night, it's nothing to be ashamed of, it's perfectly normal for stallions your age."

You've got to be shitting me, did he really just say that?

"We can find ways around it, just go in dry and if we need a close up we can get a stunt cock!"

So it's down to this now, I'm a pretty face with a soft cock, just great.

"Anyway, if ya get this, call me. Ciao!"

Celestia, this is depressing. I used to be top of my game and now this. I slam the whiskey to take my mind off of things, then turn on the TV while I eat my sandwhich. The sandwhich is disgusting, the bread is hard and I'm pretty sure the hay is stale, but I can't stop myself, judging by the smell eminating from my bathroom, I puked up half my guts last night, I need the fulfillment that only a nasty, greasy, fattening burger could offer me, but this limp piece of shit will have to do for now.

It's all gone, the sandwhich, my career, all gone. I stare blankly into the TV as I think about it all going away. I quickly shake my head, regaining my focus on happier things, I need to see a friendly face, Creampie, she'll get me out of this rut.

I threw on my sunglasses and hailed a cab. Creampies place wasn't that far away, but I couldn't wait, I'd never felt like this, I wanted to rip my hair out, kick a wall, just destroy everything in my path. The cab fare was four bits, what a fucking rip. I hop out, slamming the door behind me.

I saw it, her apartment building. My heart began to beat a little faster, and the mere thought of seeing her made me feel a lot better. I walked up and pressed the buzzer.

"Hello?"

That voice, so beautiful, so angelic even garbled by this shitty intercom.

"H-hey, it's Carl."

Fuck, I sound like such a dweeb. I'm still twitchy from the night before, still a fuck ton of alcohol in my system, should have tried to drain myself before coming down here.

"Oh, hey Carl. How've ya been? Come on up, I'll buzz you in"

I hear that harsh electronic bzzzzzt, and right now, that's the most beautiful sound in the world, inviting me to her home, her domain.

The elevator ride up feels longer than usual. It was a sterile, white box, the back wall being replaced with a giant mirror. I looked horrible, I was unshaven, a harsh blanket of stubble was tightly wrapped around my jaw, and my hair was a complete mess, but even worse than both of those things, was the light pink aura that surrounded my eyes, visible, even through the sunglasses. I began to blink, profusely, but it was no use. Celestia, I looked like a fucking wreck.

The doors opened behind me, and I heard that amazing voice again.

"Checking yourself out?"

I realise what I'm doing and quickly spin, trying to act suave but only succeeding in delivering an awkward smile to the incredible mare, now in front of me.

"Cam't blame ya, if I had a body like yours i'd be checking it out, too."

She ends with her cute little giggle, it's almost intoxicating, but I can't afford to be any more intoxicated. She nods towards her couch.

"come inside."

I follow her instructuions, the couch is comfy, I don't recongnise the material, but it's damn comfy.

"So, why are you so quiet?"

She gives me another cute smile, and I realise what she's asking.

"Look, Creampie, I need help."

"What is it this time, trouble getting it up?"

She's just kidding, she's not trying to mock me, I have to remind myself.

"Well, yea."

I must look so fucking pathetic right now, hunched over, staring at the floor, one hoof on my neck and awkwardly smiling, looking up at the living embodiment of perfection. She drops the smile and I feel like bursting into tears, the very thought of being the reason she stops smiling makes me die a little inside.

"Oh, Carl."

She sits next to me on the couch, holding me close, comfortingly. For a brief moment I get worried that she might make me hard, then I remember why we're in this embrace.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

I pull away, disgusted by my impotence, and try my hardest to explain what even I don't know.

"I don't know, it all started awhile ago. One minute i'm balls deep, and the shoot's going great, and the next minute I can't even get hard, I just don't know what to do."

I put my head down, grabbing onto my scruffy, unbrushed mane with my hooves.

"How've you tried getting hard?"

"Just. Y'know."

I extend out my arm, jerking my hoof back and forth in a masturbating motion. She nods.

"What, like this?"

She grabs my cock, and begins to tenderly stroke it. I can't believe it, she's never done anything like this before, except when we worked together, but that was work. Does this mean anything? Or does she think that since we're in porn it won't mean anything? This is almost too much, until I stop overthinking things and just enjoy the moment.

She gets down on her knees in front of me, putting my entire dick in her mouth, she tightens her lips around the base of my cock and begins to suck, her head begins to bob up and down, her tongue pokes out ahead of her lips, and she begins to lick my shaft, my still soft, numb shaft. Oh fuck, come on, of all the times this had to happen, not now, please not now.

I stop her, holding back her shoulder as I scoot further back onto the couch.

"Why'd ya stop me?"

Fuck, don't look at me, please don't look at me. I get shaky again, and start walking to the elevator, trying not to make eye contact with her.

"I-I have to go!"

I can't bear to look at her face, her beautiful face. Fuck, just get out, get out, and then you can wallow in self pity, but right now just leave.

I start to breath heavily as the elevator descends to the flea ridden shit hole of a city below me. I start to feel out of breath, really out of breath, is this a panic attack? I step outside the elevator, only to collide with the warm pavement, face first.