I adjusted the knobs until the temperature of the water was suitable and I hummed in contentment, enjoying the sensations of the warm water running down my back and wings. I extended them a little, making sure to get every feather wet.

My ears gave a little flick, as I heard the bathroom door close with a muted thud, and I turned to see Elizabeth already in the middle of undressing herself. She grabbed the hem of her top before pulling it over herself in one quick motion, exposing her breasts. She then pulled down her panties before unceremoniously tossing her articles of clothing to the side.

My face started heating up again (Gah! Stop it face!) as I continued to stare at her. How does she do this to me every single time?

She stepped into the showers with me, my eyes following her every movement, my grin getting wider and goofier with each stride. She looked at me, and I instinctively turned away, before remembering that I was in a relationship with her, and that it was probably okay for me to gawk at her.

Stupid! Stupid!

I turned to look at her again, admiring her unabashedly. I watched her as she stepped into the showers, the water bouncing off of her skin as it made contact with her body. I watched as rivulets of water slowly travelled down her soft naked skin, my eyes tracing every curve the water made in its destination towards the bathroom floor. Her hair had run down the side of her face, and there was something undeniably sexy about that.

She flipped her hair and gave me a smirk. “Enjoying yourself, Crunch?” she asked innocently.

“Uh-huh.” Came my intelligent response.

She then took her customary place on a stool and sat down while she took the shower head in her hands, and spraying me in the face without warning. “Gah!” I spluttered, turning my face sideways to avoid the watery assault.

She relented after a while, pointing it away from me. “Sit.”
I plopped my ass down immediately like a whipped dog, and sat there obediently as she grabbed one of the many hair products on the side. She squirted some of the substance in her hand, and began the process of lathering up my form.

Her fingers traced over my form deftly, efficiently covering every inch of my body. I chuckled as I felt her fingers through my fur, and blushed as she got reacquainted with more… private areas.

She continued her work for some time, until I was just one giant mass of bubbles. She proceeded to spray me again with the shower head, washing off all of the soapy substance.

I shivered, and shook myself violently on instinct. “Gah!” she exclaimed in a mixture of surprise and annoyance. She gave me a deadpan stare to which I responded with a sheepish smile. Apologetically, I grabbed one of her hair products and offered to do the same to her to which she responded with a soft smile.

I could already tell that her mess of hair could, and would take a lot of effort to get under control, but I didn’t mind. I’ve got all the time in the world for her.

~

We were both laying on the bed, generally being lazy, the thought of doing anything productive was drowned out as I felt the contact and warmth of the person right next to me. I was currently resting my head on her lap, idly batting her hair that draped over one of her shoulders with my hooves.

She had a newspaper on her other lap and held a pencil in her hand which she was chewing on in thought. She was doing one of the crossword puzzles. I never found them appealing, as words weren’t exactly my forte.

We weren’t saying anything to each other, merely enjoying each other’s company. The silence only broken by the sound of our breathing or Elizabeth’s pencil scratching on the newspaper. That and the bustling streets of Manhattan down below that could still be heard despite how high we were in the sky. Still, I couldn’t complain.

“What’s a three letter word for happiness?” she asked suddenly.

I mulled her question over for a moment, tapping my hoof against my chin.

“Sex?”

She groaned at that, and I didn’t even have to look at her face to tell that she was rolling her eyes. “Does your brain have any other setting than ‘horny’?”

I chuckled. “Nope.”

She smiled in amusement, and we lapsed back into another comfortable silence.

“Hey, Elizabeth?” I asked her suddenly.

“Yeah?”

“I was thinking about going back to Equestria…” I said slowly.

She turned to face me suddenly, her hair whipping violently behind her back.

I chuckled inwardly and made the saddest face that I could manage, pouting slightly with my brows furrowed.

“You… you’re leaving…?” she asked with a quivering voice, tears rimming her eyes.

I couldn’t take it anymore, and I let out the tiniest of chuckles. Elizabeth’s eyes widened, then her brow creased in mild anger and annoyance.

“That’s not funny.” She said unamused.

“Sorry.” I replied sheepishly. “But I was serious about going back to Equestria. Not for good, but for a little while…”

“Well-” before Elizabeth could continue her sentence, she was interrupted by the doorbell ringing obnoxiously. We cringed at the sudden noise and my ears folded back instinctively. We both knew who it was and I stared at Elizabeth in despair to which she could only respond with a helpless shrug.

Elizabeth got up, making her way to the door.

Goddamnit I cursed inwardly. And everything was going so well!

~

“Pony!" came a high-pitched scream as a small child barreled through the door. I closed my eyes and braced myself for impact as she ran straight into me.

“Oof!”

“Hello, Madeline…” I responded exasperatedly. I looked up from the little ball of energy that was busy trying to fish out a brush from her little backpack to the woman still standing at the door with an apologetic grin on her face.

“And hello, Jennifer.”

“Hi Crunch.” She greeted politely. Jennifer was a young mother and a good friend of Elizabeth. She had short brown hair that was tied up into a ponytail underneath the sunhat that she was wearing. She took off her sunglasses, revealing her sharp brown eyes. “And hello Elizabeth!” she said with more enthusiasm.

She stepped through the threshold and hugged Elizabeth, whom returned the gesture. They stayed like that for a moment, before breaking away, smiles apparent on their faces.

Meanwhile, I was looking on, trying my best not to wince or cry out in pain every time I felt a rough pulling sensation on my mane.

It wasn’t easy.

“So… are you ready?” asked Jennifer.

Ready? Ready for what?

“You bet! Just let me go get changed!”

What’s going on here?!”

“Is someone going to tell me what’s going on?!” I blurted out.

“Oh. We’re going shopping.” Elizabeth replied simply.

“Oh, okay then.”

“And you’re coming along.”

“What?!” I exclaimed. “Why didn’t you say anything about this?!"

“If I did, you wouldn’t have come along. And it’s been ages since we went out together. Come on! It’ll be fun! Just get ready. We’ll be leaving in ten.”

Can this day get any worse?!

“Yay! Pony ride!”

Goddamnit…

~

I opened the door and I trudged wearily inside. My muscles were aching something fierce and my bones felt like lead. I've never liked shopping and I don't think I ever will.

Shopping bags were hanging from my feathery appendages. I walked over to the corner of the living room and unceremoniously dropped them on the ground.

There weren't anything fragile in them so I didn't bother being careful. A loud obnoxious snore came from directly behind my ear, reminding me of the little passenger I had on my back.

Carefully, I walked towards the couch, my hooves feel like I'm wading through muddy swamp water, and I gently slid her off my back as she continued to snore.

I turned to Elizabeth and Jennifer, and breathlessly said, "I'm going to hit the showers." Without waiting for an answer, I made my way into the bathroom.

I made my way to the master bedroom where I shared with Elizabeth, and walked straight into the adjoining bathroom.

I was adjusting the temperature of the water for a nice long soak when I realized I had run out of mane shampoo. Inwardly cursing, I turned around, exiting the bathroom.

I had remembered that whilst trailing behind my two tormentors that I had miraculously remembered to buy some more mane shampoo.

I grumbled, resigned to my fate to delay the rest and relaxation that I so rightfully deserved.

"Seriously?!" I heard a sudden shrill voice coming from beyond the door. It was Elizabeth's voice.

Look, I knew eavesdropping was considered wrong and a breach of privacy, but there was something in her voice that gave me pause.

I stood still for a moment, internally debating whether or not I should partake in this questionable act while partially listening to the muffled voices through the door.

"I am!" That's it. I made my decision and tip-hoofed my way to the door, wings extended slightly to help me balance. I figured that listening in for a minute or two wouldn't hurt anyone.

Wearily, I pressed my ear against the door.

"So let me get this straight," came Elizabeth's voice. "You want me to tell you, what it's like to be with a pony?!"

"Yes!"

My heartbeat quickened, and I pressed my ear harder against the door so that I wouldn't miss anything.

"Well..." Elizabeth began.

~

It was a clear and cloudless night and the moon was out in full, its pale light casting an eerie glow on the modest two-story suburban home. Inside, said home sat an odd couple, huddled closely together on a couch watching a cheesy horror film back in the nineties.

Elizabeth shifted her position on the couch, watching with bemusement as the lead actress in the movie screamed her lungs out just before she was viciously gutted. Her eyes would wander to the other occupant in the room, occasionally stealing glances when she thought he wasn’t looking.

Elizabeth was a nervous wreck right now, being with her special someone all alone at her parents’ house for the first time was beginning to gnaw at her and it was getting harder and harder to hide her anxiety.

Her parents had decided to go on a little vacation, and had left her in charge of the house for a couple of days. It was their anniversary and she had insisted that they go out and have fun while she looked after the house. She was independent enough.

She had also thought that it would be a good idea to invite her rather... unique boyfriend over for a movie.
Her boyfriend, or more specifically, coltfriend, was a grey pegasus pony with a dark silver mane and tail. What Elizabeth didn’t know, was that Number Crunch was every bit as nervous as Elizabeth was, if not more. He tried his best to keep his composure, but he could feel his fragile mask slipping.

Number Crunch had a foreleg draped over her, holding her close. He looked from the television, and then to Elizabeth. Their eyes met, and Crunch’s first instinct was to look away, but he held her gaze. They stayed like that for a time, their blood gradually rushing up to their cheeks as they continued to stare into the others’ eyes. Number Crunch inched forward, deciding to take the initiative for once.

Their lips met delicately, a simple peck, and Crunch pulled away, gauging Elizabeth’s reaction. She put up no resistance, and he decided to lean in again, kissing her with more force, their lips meshing slightly as he slowly pushed her down on to the couch so that he was on top of her.
His hooves held firmly around her neck as he pulled away, leaning back to pepper affectionate kisses on her neck. Elizabeth mewled as he kissed her collarbone.

“Wait.” He stopped immediately, concern filling his eyes as he looked at his would-be lover. “Sorry,” she continued. “I’m just… a little nervous right now…”

“It’s okay. If you don’t want to do this then-”

“No.” She cut him off. “I just needed a moment… I-I’m ready now.”

Number Crunch wasted no time, and immediately resumed his ministrations, trailing kisses down her neck, and then moving lower, lifting her blouse so that her midsection was exposed, and he planted a lingering kiss on her navel.
He moved lower still, until his face was level with her short boy shorts. He looked up at her with a questioning look. Hesitantly, Elizabeth nodded, her blush deepening. Number Crunch, who was sporting a blush of his own, smiled a little as he was granted permission, and pulled at her shorts, sliding it off her smooth legs and dropping it to the floor.

Crunch was greeted by the sight of her panties, which were slowly getting wet as her arousal became more apparent.

Crunch leaned his head forward, pushing his equine muzzle right up against where her vagina would be, and inhaled indulgently. Elizabeth gasped into her hand, watching with wide eyes and blushing a shade of crimson.

Crunch looked up, and made eye contact, holding her gaze for a few moments that seemed to last forever, before he leaned back, and grabbed the edges of her panties before sliding them off of her long legs, and tossing it aside, joining the other discarded clothing on the floor.

He was greeted by the sight of her flower, swollen and red from arousal. Her pussy juice slowly trailing down from her cunny and between her ass cheeks.

Elizabeth blushed even harder at the feeling of being completely exposed and laid bare before her boyfriend, but that only seemed to excite her even further.

Crunch’s nose flared as he inhaled her overpowering scent, and his wings extended uncomfortably. His heartbeat started racing, matching the thumping in Elizabeth’s own. Saliva started to pool in his mouth, and he fought to keep from drooling.

Tentatively, he stuck out his coarse tongue, and dragged it up agonizingly slow up against her drooling cunny, swirling it gently around her clit, before flicking his tongue.

Elizabeth fairly jumped, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out, but only barely.

Number Crunch smiled despite his nervousness, happy that he could get a reaction like that out of her. He licked his lips and decided that this wouldn't be the last time he'd go down on her.

He leaned in again, sticking out his tongue and started tracing circles around her lips.

Elizabeth started breathing heavily. Sensing this, Crunch assumed that she must be getting close. He adjusted his position, holding her legs down with his forelegs pressed against her thighs, and wrapped his lips around Elizabeth's second ones.

With that, he began tonguing her in earnest, lapping up her pussy juices like a man who hasn't drank in a week. He used his long pony tongue to reach deep inside her, and wriggled as he could, reaching and touching every surface of her love canal.

Elizabeth's eyes clenched shut and she started moaning so loud that Crunch was afraid that she might wake the neighbors.

Elizabeth's hands slowly found their way to the back of Crunch's head to keep him from pulling back as she was lost in euphoria. She was panting heavily, her chest rising and falling at an erratic pace as lust fueled groans escaped from her mouth.

Number Crunch could barely breath, and when he could, it was the aphrodisiac that was leaking from Elizabeth's vagina. His member had unsheathed long ago, and his engorged shaft pressed uncomfortably against the couch they were laying on. He humped the couch on instinct, his balls swinging heavily.

Elizabeth in the meantime, was teetering on the edge. Her skin was coated with a thin layer of sweat as she dug her fingers into Crunch's mane. Crunch winced slightly, and pressed his head against her entrance and extended his tongue as far as it could go. He continued to wriggle inside her with newfound enthusiasm, and he brushed against her cervix.

That was enough to push Elizabeth over the edge as she came, a healthy amount of her nectar splashed into Crunch's awaiting mouth. Despite the obvious, Number Crunch wasn't fully prepared for Elizabeth's release. He clenched his eyes shut and began gulping down her juices urgently, lest he chokes, the excess dribbling down his chin and soaking his fur.

After what seemed like an eternity, Elizabeth finally came down from her high. She laid on the couch, panting and unmoving, her chest visually rising and falling due to her heavy breathing.

Number Crunch licked his lips between his own labored breathing, savoring the spoils of his hard work. He leaned back on to the opposite end of the couch, unintentionally exposing his now aching stallionhood.

Elizabeth caught sight of his impressive member in her periphery and her eyes widened. She turned her head to fully look at the size of her coltfriend. Despite the hazy state her mind was in, she still felt intimidated by the giant piece of meat before her.

After awhile, Number Crunch got up. He crawled his way to his girlfriend, and Elizabeth suddenly tasted herself on his lips. It was not completely unpleasant, but she'll remember to pay him back for this.

The kiss was sloppy, their tongues dancing together messily. They parted, and multiple strands of saliva and other substances connected their mouths.

Suddenly, Elizabeth felt something flat and warm press up against her entrance. She looked down at the intimidating size of horse cock that she was about to deal with, its flat head leaking pre cum from the tip.

This was by no means her first time having sex, by this was the first time she was going to have sex with a pony. She had heard about the rumors. The one pertaining to their size and girth, but looking at one face to face was making her anxious. That thing is going to tear me apart!

Elizabeth quivered slightly underneath Number Crunch. Number Crunch noticed this and paused, looking to meet Elizabeth's eyes. He smiled reassuringly, as if sensing Elizabeth's discomfort. "I'll be gentle," he whispered into her ear, his hot breath tickling her. "I promise." He said as he ever so slowly began sliding in.

Elizabeth clenched her eyes shut as she felt him entering her, her body desperately trying to accommodate his wide girth. She grit her teeth as she felt him stretching her completely. She brought her arms around Number's back, holding on tight and her legs wrapped around his mid section in a vice grip.

Time seemed to slow as she felt her lover slowly travel up into her. He was inside her. The friction created while he pushed inside her were making her nerves go crazy.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, she felt it hilt inside her, pressing right up against her cervix. The bulbous tip leaking a small amount of pre cum making her gasp.

"See?" Came a breathless Crunch. "No problem."

Elizabeth couldn't describe it. She had never felt so full before. She could feel each and every veiny throb of the giant dick inside of her.

Suddenly, Elizabeth felt a pulling sensation as Number Crunch slowly pulled himself out, and she was assaulted by the feeling of being empty, and she desperately wanted it to go away. Her insides clamped down onto Crunch’s retracting member, desperately trying to pull it back in. The combination of Number Crunch’s wide girth and her tight pussy made pulling out of her an incredibly laborious task for Number Crunch.

“Um… Elizabeth? Could you please relax a little?” Elizabeth blushed even harder at his words, but did as she was told. She closed her eyes and took slow, deep breaths to calm herself, and Number Crunch was able to pull out all the way but leaving only the tip in.

Slowly, Number Crunch began pushing back in again, but with a little more force. A mixture of pain and pleasure entered Elizabeth’s mind as he made the return trip into her core. Tears rimmed her eyes but she dared not to interrupt him.

Number Crunch began picking up the pace, his member somehow sinking deeper and deeper into her entrance. Wet slapping sounds could be heard as Number Crunch successfully bottomed into Elizabeth, his balls and hips smacking lewdly into Elizabeth’s skin.

They were both covered in sweat due to the intensive rutting they were doing. The air around them stank of the heavy, musky, primal scent of sex, and it was driving them wild. They weren’t making love anymore, they were having sex.

All pretense of being gentle had long been pushed to the back of Number Crunch’s head as he mindlessly rutted Elizabeth into the couch like an animal. Elizabeth moaned into Number Crunch’s ear, encouraging him to go faster. Her skin rippled from her nether regions, travelling all the way up to the rest of her body, making her jiggle slightly every time Number Crunch drove his penis home into Elizabeth’s wet vagina.

Number Crunch’s fur was matted due to the exertion. His muscles were on fire, but he couldn’t stop even if he tried. He felt Elizabeth’s grip on his mane tighten and he looked up. Dull grey eyes met blue vibrant ones.

Right then and there, he knew he wanted to wake up to them, to those wonderful blue eyes, every morning for the rest of his life. Time seemed to have no meaning as he found himself leaning his head in, and giving her the most tender of kisses.

He hilted one more time, making Elizabeth break the kiss in ecstasy as she came, her vaginal walls milking Number Crunch’s dick for all its worth. With a grunt, he came. Hot sticky strands of his seed came gushing out of his member in urgent spurts, filling up Elizabeth’s womb. Her face was locked in a silent scream as she experienced the most intense orgasm of her life. Her whole body felt like she was on fire.

It seemed to never end. Spurt after spurt of Number Crunch’s hot load kept pouring into her, until it started leaking out betwixt their connecting organs.

Number Crunch’s hind legs wobbled, and gave way. He collapsed onto Elizabeth. “I love you.” He muttered.

“I love you too.” Was the last thing he heard before sleep overtook him.

~

“Wow…” was all Jennifer could say. It was pretty funny seeing the usually talkative person rendered utterly speechless. Her face was as red as a tomato and her mouth was locked in a silent ‘o’.

I was currently peeking through a crack of the doorway. During their conversation, they had failed to notice me opening the door ever so slightly, so I was able to see what they were doing.

“Mmm-hm,” hummed Elizabeth. “I was pretty nervous at first, but after that, I wanted to do it all the time.”

“Wow...just...wow.” Said Jennifer. “So...um, how big was it again?”

I saw Elizabeth put both her hands up in front of her face, and slowly drawing them apart.

Jennifer’s jaw dropped. It isn’t that big. I felt like Elizabeth exaggerated a little bit but the compliment stroked my pride nonetheless.

“Do you think, I could, y’know…?” Jennifer trailed off suggestively. At this, Elizabeth’s face turned red and a gasp of disbelief escaped her lips.

Meanwhile, I gasped as well, but for very, very different reasons. My unsheathed dick gave a small twitch. What? You expected me to not get a boner?

“No!” Came Elizabeth’s instant reply.

Jennifer slumped a little, but recovered quickly. “Well, does he have a brother?”

“Well...come to think of it..”

I may have forgotten to mention, but Jennifer was a single mother. She and her ex-husband had a nasty break up. She doesn’t like bringing it up.

“Well…,” Elizabeth began.

“Yes…?”

“Huh. You know what? I actually don’t know.” Said Elizabeth.

“You don’t know whether your boyfriend has a brother or not?!” Exclaimed an incredulous Jennifer.

“Coltfriend.”

“Whatever!”

“Well he never brought it up. So what?”

“So what? You don’t even know who he’s related to! How about his roots! How much do you really know about him?!”

Elizabeth paused at that, mulling over Jennifer’s words.

This was bad.

“Tell you what. You should totally go back to his homeworld or something. Then he’ll be able to introduce you to his family! Besides, visiting a new world sounds like a pretty fucking cool idea.”

“Jennifer!”

“What? Madeline’s asleep.”

Elizabeth huffed indignantly. Despite that, I could see that she was seriously considering Jennifer’s words.

This was really bad.

“You know what? Number Crunch did mention that he was going back to Equestria…”

I awaited her answer with bated breath. Seconds stretched out into forever as sweat began to bead on my forehead.

“I’ll do it,” Elizabeth proclaimed. ”I’m going to Equestria with my coltfriend.”

Shit.

Author's Note

First of all, I'd like to apologize to everyone for the lack of updates. Rest assured that I am not dead. Yet.

College had started up and is currently raping me in the butthole. Even so, it's still not a good excuse for me to just leave all of you guys like this. Whatever free time that I had, I had used it to play video games and I'm sorry.

I'd say I'm sorry about the quality of the chapter, but I know you guys deserve better, so I promise I'll try to improve my writing as well.

Anyway, thanks for all the support that you've given me so far! I really love you guys!

P.S. Please disregard the fact that Elizabeth had to taste her own ejaculate and Number Crunch didn't. I've never had sex before so I wouldn't know. (I are not sexist)

Welp, time to study for the test on economics I have tomorrow...Goddamnit...