Bonbon's big bountiful butt jiggles above me as we go down on each other, I think its gotten bigger since we've started going out and Im kind of afraid that I'm gonna be smothered under it. I can see the headlines now, manic mare musician goes down while going down.
My mind goes blank as an orgasm rips through my slinky body, I can feel Bonbon shaking above me making her plot jiggle even more. As I lay there, mind fogged by my post orgasmic bliss, she turns to me and smiles wide as she asks in her nasely high pitched voice,"was it as good for you as it was for me, honey?" I smile and node, deciding it would be easier than explaining just how much I had feared for my life during our coitus. She smiles as she turns around and snuggles her generous curves up to my body. I feel bad about thinking about Bonie like that, but I cant help it. I workout everyday for her and I cant help but think that she could reciprocate a little; not too much of course, I like my mares plump and thick, a pony should always get to dig into a hearty homemade meal when they go down south. But there is a point where pleasently plump becomes frightfully fat, she isn't there yet, but the thought is there.
Eventually Bonie drifts off to sleep and I carefully slip out of her embrace and slide out of bed. Silent like a mouse I slowly make my way to the basement, careful not to wake Bonnie. I look around the basement, the part of the house that I have made my own little lair. I saunter over to my little magic ice box and grabe a hard cider, then I make my way over to the shelf I keep my models and books on and grab my new copy of "Homosaipeans and Spacestations 4th edition." I collapse on my well used couch and just vegout for a few minutes and let my mind wonder. This room, this couch, always makes me nostalgic, makes me horny. Even though I just got off with my marefriend, I reach down and start playing with myself. I think about my former conquest as I clopoff in the room, on the couch I fucked them on. Faces and other bodyparts, of mares and stallions, flash through my mind. I'm thinking of college, of gray fur, of eyes and a mane the color of cheap golden maredi gra beads, of panting moans begging me for more, of a fat plot, and a distended belly. I'm gasping now, my eyes are tightly shut, my hoof bumps my clit and my body arches up like a drawn bow as I climax hard. I lay there sprawled out, spread eagle, for a while before I bring my hoof up to my mouth and lick it clean, savouring my own tangy mare juice with a satisfied grin on my face, if I didnt know better I would swear I could taste taste the grey mare. I think I should feel guilty, but I just don't. It isn't like I acutally cheated. I've been doing this more often lately, I wonder if thats a bad sign. I take a long drag on the hard cider, and those thoghts go silent.
I sit up and skim through my H&S player's handbook. I love the early morning hours, this is uninterupted me time. Bonnie doesnt approve of my hobbies, she thinks there childish, and she isnt shy about letting me know it either, its easier just to say sorry and just partake when she isn't around then fight with her. These early/late hours are golden. As I'm reading I consider leaving Bonbon, but I think it would be to much trouble to find someone new, and the sex is pretty good too. Honestly the thought of having to go and look for sex again is just exhausting.
I get up and slowly walk back to our bedroom, and sneak back into bed. I stare at the ceiling for a long time before I drift off to sleep.[ce
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Author's Note
Inspired by the novel "Average American Male"
Chapter 2
By the time I wake up its already noon, and Bonbon has been gone for a few hours. This is the rule not the exception. As a talented musician from a well to do unicorn family I've never had to work a nine to five job, I've never really had to work hard for that matter. Sometimes it makes me feel like I never grew up, like I'm just some filly playing at being a grownup mare. Usually that doesn't bother me, but sometimes I can't stand to look others in the eyes.
I get up and stumble into the shower, where I clop off fantasizing about what naughty whore Princess Celestia might be behind closed doors. After I get out and dry off I make my way to the kitchen for some sugary cereal. I'm sitting here eating my cereal when I glance at a picture of me and Bonnie. It makes me feel dirty for the things I was thinking last night, for my late night clopping thinking about some other mare. Now im crying big fat tears, and It amazes me just how Bonnie could love somepony as pathetic as I am.
She happily gets up early every morning to go run her candyshop. I could never be that passionate about anything, except for useless stuff like games. What the hell is wrong with me, why can't I be happy. I have a beautiful mare, I have an easy job that pays will, and a loving family. None of it make me happy, I want to be young again, I want to play games all day, drink all night, and go to bed with a different pony everynight. I can't be an adult yet, I'm not ready yet.
