Sweets And A Dash Of Rainbow.

I grabbed Bon Bon's mane hard. "Fucking take that cock!" I slammed myself back inside of her, the sticky slip into her pink insides was still as warm and inviting as the day before. "Oh jesus- fucking- gonna cum!" I felt myself reaching that peak yet again. "Shit-come on hold it--" I started pasting Bon Bon's inside once again. "Nope!"

Bon Bon looked back, pulling her own mane as she faced me. Her nose was bright red again, her mane frazzled, curls and bobs unwound and frayed. "Mmm Celestia's sun...I can't feel my legs...." She let her head straighten out as I pulled her mane. "Ahhh-ah-ah-ah." She tried to limply thrust herself back as I shot my seed into her womb once again. "Ooooh gods...it feels like I just peed myself...and I love it."

I pulled out with one slick movement. My mind filled in the sound, shlorp, sticky, wet, as I pulled out of my mate's slammed pussy. I let Bon Bon's mane go, her face falling flat into a pillow as I started to stroke myself. "Come on- little--" I nearly lost consciousness as I shot a few waning spurts across Bon Bon's ass. "Fuuck, oh god there it is." I tired to catch my breath, failing horridly and lurching forward. "Uuugh. Stealing my soul...." I propped myself up on the bed with my hands, my spent cock poking her right asscheek. "Nothing but warm...mother fucking...fuzzies."

Bon Bon let out a sharp, shaky moan. "It's warm.... Oh Celestia...I don't think I can move." She laughed, laying her head against the pillow. "Heat...has been...sated--"

"Not mine." I mumbled, straightening my shirt and sliding off the bed. "Oh man, I feel like I'm half jelly." I shook my legs out, the tingly buzz refusing to leave my lower half at ease. "I'm gonna go, get something to eat. You want--"

"I could eat a horse." Bon Bon stated, flopping sideways and framing her wide hips with the sheets, a few spots of my cum streaked across her. Wide hips, pillowy ass, pink cream filled pussy. This mare was mine, and my body was just reveling in that fact at every possible moment. From the warm feeling in my toes to the tingle in my pants, right up to my brain buzzing like a hornets nest, I was in a strange, sexually fulfilled bliss.

"I'll eat a pony...eat that pussy till you scream my fucking name." I had abandoned my nice guy attitude for a while, slipping back into the jersey punk I used to be. And it felt good, warm in the belly. I never liked being that kind of jerk, but something about laying cum into a girl just pulled it out of me like a grade-A cumshot. "I will return, with food." I turned to the door. "Wrap myself in lettuce for--"

"Ryan...be careful, any more of this and you're gonna set expectations too high." Bon Bon rolled onto her back and stretched her legs out. "Oh god the air feels so nice...." Her back legs twitched and kicked as I stepped back towards the exit. "Cool, soft air...right along my slit, feels sooo nice."

I felt my heart jump as she laid flat on her back, legs spread, spent, half limp and half frozen in place by the violent dicking. "Bon Bon, I'm gonna go...if I stay any longer I'm gonna start hotdogging your ass.... I just- it's too much, too much." I turned to the door and stepped outside. "Too much hotnes-s-sesahhaha!" I yelped, finding Lyra staring at me through a window. "Holy fuck!"

"Let me in! It's been three days!" Lyra smushed her cheek against the glass. "I don't have anymore money! Come on, let me back in!"

I clutched my chest. "Oh Christ Lyra, you scared the dick out of me!"

"Liar! I can see it right there!" Lyra's voice was oddly muffled by the glass. "...Why are you wearing a shirt but no pants?"

I shook my head. "Jesus...wait, three days?" I started walking down the hall towards the stairs. "I though it was two...." I hurried down the steps, walking into the entry and pulling the door open. "Wait...second- how?" I turned back to the stairs, perplexed at how Lyra was peeking into the window. "Probably a ladder--"

"Ryan!" Lyra slid out before me, "Where's Bon Bon?! I mean seriously, three days, is she dead? Is she in your creepy sex dungeon?"

I watched Lyra walk in, tail whipping about like mad. "Sex dungeon? What?" I turned back to the door, watching a Rainbow Mane poke out of a bush. "Oh...that explains the window." I flung my door shut, a stiff breeze rushing past my genitals. "Oh...great, should probably put pants on." I scratched myself. "...Nah." I turned to the small table we kept by the door. "Food...food- oh.... That looks like fun." I flipped over a lakeside brochure for Ponyville. "Should go to the lake...clean off." I set the brocure down and continued looking through the collection of takeout menus. "...God damn it, they need like, Chinese food levels of laziness."

"Oh dear Celestia she's dead!" Lyra yelped, following a slamming door. "Wait...oh holy crap she's pregnant!"

I shook my head. "Lyra...she's--"

Lyra bolted back down the steps, missing the last and landing gut first on the floor. "Ryan...we need to call somepony!"

"Why, because I had sex with a mare?" I set the menus down. "What's the big--"

Lyra pressed her hoof against her horn. "Ryan, there's some crazy magical stuff going on, we need to go, we need to get pills, we need to--"

I ignored my neurotic friend. "Lyra, I need to eat. Now, sorry I forgot about you and the hotel thing, but I'll give your key back and--"

"You don't believe me!?" Lyra yelped, running up to me, nearly bopping herself with my penis. "Dude, you have to listen to me! Something is up, I know I'm not good with magic stuff anymore, but the horn knows man! The horn says weird things are happening in that mare! And it's either a possession, or a parasite, or something, but that mare has something inside of her!"

"So vegan or eggs?" I asked, turning back to Lyra with a pair of menus. "I'll figure something out for myself, but what do you want?"

"Ryan!" Lyra stomped her hooves. "This could be a matter of life or death!"

"No, I know, I fucked that mare's brains out. Now we need to restore brain function, and I don't know what would work better. Flowers or eggs." I held the menus up again. "Your call, but I won't be responsible when she goes comatose from the rigorous clitoral exercise."

Lyra looked at me, head cocked, mouth hanging open. She popped her mouth shut and looked around. "...So you don't--"

"Lyra, vegan or eggs!? This is a matter of life or death!"

Lyra glared at me, eventually easing her look and frowning softly. "Roses, with orchids to open up. You know, something sweet."

I nodded. "I'll make the call!"

Lyra smiled nervously. "Yeah that's great.... Wait, why are you wearing your shirt?"

"I don't want to talk about it."