"C’mon, it’ll be fun," the scratchy voice of Rainbow Dash calls out as the mare tugs at your arm. She’s all decked out in leather and spikes, black dye on her face and even her mane has been dyed various shades of grey. The most you’ve been able to pull together on such short notice is a ratty pair of jeans and a battered leather jacket.
Even from the edge of the town you can pick up the roars and cries of the crowd, the screeching of the guitars and the thundering drums. The pony brand of heavy metal wasn’t anything to sneeze at but the lyrics still left something to be desired; despite their, according to some, heretical message even Princess Celestia herself had endorsed the genre.
Then, once Dash had gotten word that you were a fan, she’d been adamant that you’d go with her to a concert. When one rolled into Ponyville there was no resisting it any more. You already have all the bruises you’d ever want from the mare, you’ll need to find some way of getting away from her if you want to survive tonight. If you want to? Have you really made up your mind so readily?
She’s got a sparkle in her eyes and the excitement you can feel from her is infectious. It’s been a long time since you’ve been to a concert, hell it’d be nice to get out for a while and have some fun, just as she says.
"Alright, let’s go!" You toss on your jacket, Dash pumping the air with a fist and taking off along side you towards the venue.
It’s one of those run-down arenas these gigs always take place in, lights aplenty outside and with ponies of all ages streaming in. There’s more than a few teenagers, sporting their signature shirt with a crossed-out sun; their own show of rebellion towards the very Princess who had been seen banging her head alongside her sister to the music.
But the irony is more than a little lost as you mingle amongst the ponies filing in alongside you. The music’s deafening at this range, like one of those mythical beasts from the Everfree Forest has been trapped inside. There’s an excitement and energy in the air that you can’t deny and it tugs at your limbs, drawing you in and making you want to move yourself.
A pegasus stallion stands on the stage, a mic clutched in his hands and his wings flared out behind him while his thick, black mane whips about his face as he screams near unintelligibly. The crowd is a roiling mass of bodies, thrusting themselves against each other in a veritable mêlée and with a shove and a grin, Dash sends you reeling into them. You knock against a burly earth pony who barely moves so you pull back and then take a harder shove at him, this time making him lose his footing momentarily.
For a split second, you feel fear run cold through your veins as he turns about and stares you down but a blue arm on your shoulder and a wild, wide grin from an equally blue pegasus has you readying up. The stallion snorts and dives at you but with the added strength of Dash the two of you manage to slowly push back at him until, with an almighty shove you knock him into the crowd. Dash gives a loud cry, ascending into the air before diving back down and losing herself in it all.
This is what you’ve missed – the sheer intensity of it all, the chance to finally blow off some steam, losing yourself to the intoxicating sounds that don’t even need to make sense to make you feel more alive than you have in months.
You’re about ready to move deeper when there’s another blow to your side; if it’s another earth pony thinking he can push you around then… But it’s no earth pony, nor even a pegasus. It’s a slender, white coated unicorn with a two-tone purple and pink mane but who sports less clothing than any other pony here.
"Sweetie Belle," you ask but your voice is swallowed up by the music. The tank-top that could barely even be called that just about hides her breasts; she’d really filled out in these teenage years. More alarming is the black panties that you’re sure aren’t held up by the roll of bullets about her waist. Apart from a pair of heavy black boots and spiked bracers that end in fingerless gloves there’s not a scrap of clothing on her.
The young mare grins wickedly, tackling you again and you’ve just about enough time to position yourself not to be knocked over. She must have put all her weight behind that as its given you a chance to push back, sending her hopping into a pegasus. Those green eyes meet yours and you grin back, meeting her shoulder as the two of you press into the mass of ponies.
More than once you meet each other, grappling a few times and knocking together at others. Sweetie Belle doesn’t let go of you easily, gripping your arms and chest and you wind up doing the same, uncaring for how your hands touch upon her breasts or hips. It’s every man and mare for themselves, after all, and you’re not going to let her push you around that easily.
When the sweat drips from her cheeks and the two of you are left panting from struggling so hard, Sweetie grabs you and drags you off – she’d caught you off-guard after you’d been dealing with a pegasus stallion who made it his business to try and send you reeling. You’re so pumped up from all of that and so unsuspecting of her to change tack that you go along with it, sticking closer when she winks back.
Either she knows her way around or got lucky, leading you off to a massive iron door that takes the two of you to push it open. It falls shut with a loud clang behind the two of you, cutting off most of the music but leaving just enough to enjoy. Both of you are panting, sweating, bodies heaving until with one pull of your hand she brings you in close. Then it’s you who takes control and lunges at her, lips crashing together as Sweetie readily kisses back.
It’s not the first time you’ve seen the young mare wearing so little – ever since this whole heavy metal craze took off she’s been sporting the skimpiest outfits she could, much to her sister’s chagrin. But it’s the first time you’re able to run your hands down that smooth, shivering back, feel her sweat soaked coat rippling under you as your hands drift lower and lower. Sweetie grunts, lifting a leg to straddle one of your hands and you grab her tail, giving a sharp tug.
She squeals, hungrily diving back into the kiss and you slap one hand against her rump while keeping a taut pull on the base of her tail. Another tug, she sinks her fingers into your behind, one more and she’s shaking. Your fist is full of the thick hair of her tail and you can feel it quivering all through.
The kiss is broken suddenly, Sweetie leaning back to take a massive gulp of air. Her hips stay close to yours until you feel something shift between her legs and you jump back against a wall that throbs with the music it’s holding back. The young mare advances on you, still grinning and in the dim light of the room you can just about pick out a bulge in her black panties. Without any warning, she takes your hand and yanks it down, pressing it to that bulge.
"You can have it all if you want it," she grunts, grabbing your hip now, "but you gotta tell me you want it!"
Now you’d heard things, rumours mostly. You’d heard that Sweetie Belle wasn’t like other mares, not just in the clothes she wore but in what those clothes concealed. Whispers that she had a tool that could put any stallion to shame, that she’d driven away more than one colt-friend who couldn’t put up with her having more than most mares.
But you… you were intrigued. Never enough to ever say anything, that wouldn’t have exactly been appropriate but it still left you to dream and imagine and now here you were, with your hand on the proof that those rumours were true.
It’s almost like you’re in a daze, not really realising what you’re doing until you’re doing it – gently, slowly sliding aside her panties to reveal the thick pink sheath and balls that tumble out having been constricted in it. She’s more than most mares, alright and damn if between this and getting so worked out outside hadn’t left you more than a little careless about getting involved in this.
"I want it all," you growl, leaning in to kiss her again. Sweetie moans loudly, grinding herself into your hand as her hot flesh spills out of its sheath. You quickly stroke up and down the flaccid cock, wrapping her tail around your hand, ready to give another hard tug when Sweetie suddenly pushes you off.
"Wait!" She’s barely able to get it out between her heavy pants and with shaking hands she reaches behind herself, pulling something off her tail… something round and spiked. The young mare hands it to you, sashaying in against you and whispering into your ear, "put it on me."
A cockring. Of course. Trust someone like Sweetie to find a way to wear it without really wearing it.
A booted hoof rubs against your leg as one of your hands stuffs the cockring onto her while the other squeezes and kneads her rump. The thick member between your fingers throbs and pulsates angrily, growing by leaps and bounds as you rub; precum dribbles over your fingers and you slather it along the shaft.
Sweetie’s biting on your neck, rolling her hips in against you in waves while you bring her to full attention. Her hands feverishly pull at your jacket, ripping it off before they set to work on your shirt, pulling that up just as easily and baring your chest to her. The young mare’s smooth, svelte stomach slides against your own and suddenly you lose all control of one of your hands, watching as it tugs at her tank-top; her pert little breasts spill out and you pull her back in against you, letting her cock grind against your abdomen as your hand now sets to wrapping her tail about itself.
She must surely know what’s coming, digging her fingers into you and nuzzling into your neck. You pull on her tail, hard and she leaps into you, squealing and wrapping her legs around your own. The sudden shock of it leaves you reeling and you spin about, now pressing Sweetie into the wall and then letting her fall back to her hooves.
Both of you are panting heavily, struggling to find breath and reason out what you’re going to do next.
"All of it," Sweetie growls at you, pulling your hand around to her hardon. Then she runs a hand through your hair, the leather of the glove cool against your scalp, and pushes you down. Did she plan all this or is she nervous, deep down? Is she wondering, fearing and hoping that you’ll keep going along? She needn’t be because you’re more than happy to slowly get onto your knees and breath in that heady musk.
All of it indeed, you think to yourself as your eyes wander over and back along the length of her cock. The cockring is doing its work, the massive shaft throbbing angrily before your eyes with veins the length of it bulging out; if this mare could get any harder you wouldn’t believe it.
You waste no time, grabbing the shaft just below the medial ring and stuffing the head into your mouth. Sweetie Belle lets out a cry, slamming a hoof against the wall and then again when your hand, still holding her tail, tugs it again. Her cock throbs in your mouth, ejaculating a fat gob of precum that you giddily swallow. A quick look up shows her with her head back and mouth wide open, a hand running through her sweat-matted mane.
Your tongue, swirling about the head leaves her shuddering and you with more pre trickling in. A hand squeezing her balls makes her grunt, giving a thrust of her hips and then leaning out from the wall, eager to stuff more of that member into your throat. Damn if you don’t agree with her – between the movements of your tongue slathering that cock in saliva and the gentle bobbing you’ve started it shouldn’t be long until you’ve got yourself filled.
"Bucking Celestia," the young mare swears, grabbing onto your head and pushing forwards. You pull just as tightly on her tail, making her tilt her hips into you, one of those booted hooves rising to your shoulder as you start to swallow what she’s giving you. Inch after hot inch invades your throat, forcing you to keep swallowing the continuous stream of precum that exudes from it. You can just about hear her panting over the thumping drums but you don’t need to hear that to know what this is doing to her – your nose is pressed against one of the spikes on her cockring and her balls bulge in your hand.
But you’re feeling particularly wicked right now and for being so daring, Sweetie deserves another pull on her tail. The silky locks between your fingers strain as you tug, her stomach rippling as she gasps and haltingly orders you to, "wait, please, s-so close!" And then just as quickly you wrench yourself off her, peering up as she gawks down; you can’t help but smirk at the look on her face that’s quickly wiped clean when you wrap your lips around one of her aching balls.
Your hand takes up the slack on her cock, long slow strokes that make the mare moan and buck her hips into. Thick strands of pre shoot over your shoulder, liberally coating the ground – wasted when it should be filling your stomach. Just as you feel a sudden twitch you stop. And stand, facing her.
"I said gimme all you got," you grunt, roughly kissing her and then struggling to break free when one of her hands keeps you tight to her lips.
"You can’t handle it!" For such a light, youthful voice it’s amazing how much force she can put behind it.
"Just for that I’m gonna ride you raw, missy." The young mare coos back to you but that has to be a light little blush on her cheeks. "Right after I’ve gotten a taste."
You kiss her lips, her chin, her neck and chest—tweaking one nipple and drawing a wonderful little squeak from her—you smooch her stomach and then peck her abdomen before finally coming back down to your prize. Precum oozes copiously from her cock and you grab it near the base, thrusting yourself onto it.
That booted hoof comes straight back onto your shoulder and it’s put her thighs in the perfect place for you to grab hold of. Lapping and suckling on her member makes her quiver and you eagerly keep at it, by turns making her grunt and thrust and then whimper and fall back against the wall. The head of her cock’s starting to flare out, filling your mouth and signalling that the mare’s getting close, tantalisingly close now.
You don’t even pause before jamming it into the back of your mouth, stuffing it down your throat as you leverage her tail to bring her back to inclining forwards. Your throat squeezes down on her, drawing her on, pushing her ever closer to that elusive orgasm – a hand strokes up and down on her shaking rump and thigh, the other not letting up and inch on that tail.
"Buck-buck-buck! Ah… Ponyfeathers, can’t hold it!" Of course she can’t.
Readying yourself as best you can is pointless, the first fat glob of semen is almost enough to choke you before the dam bursts and Sweetie’s cock throbs hard, a veritable flow of cum following after. Load after load courses down your throat and you can only do your best to swallow the heady, musky liquid. Until you’re forced to pull off her and let that long cock spray the rest of it over your face and you lap up whatever you can while Sweetie shakes and shivers.
Taking a firm grip of her cock and having gotten your breath back, you force your lips around the flared head and start swallowing again. This time you’re in a better position to catch the rest of her semen, greedily sucking the last few strands of it clean from her cock as the young mare twitches at each.
But with that cockring firmly in place she’s not going flaccid and when you pull off—after making sure her cock’s perfectly cleaned up—it bobs stiffly. Well, you did threaten to ride her raw after all.
Does she even have a refractory period? It’s not really something you deliberate upon for too long with her still standing over you, heaving for breath. You lick your lips clean, rubbing her thighs before standing back up and giving her a once-over – her white coat looks even whiter in the dim light and against the black paint around her eyes. No matter that her semen is still dripping from your face or that it stains your chest, you can’t help but dive in for another of those kisses.
Sweetie winces, signalling that her member might be a little too sensitive alright but her expression softens when your lips meet. It’s a heady mix of the semen in your mouth and her oddly feminine taste, mingling to make you shiver and lose your footing, falling back against the cool stone wall. Sweetie hooks a booted hoof around your leg again while your hands slide down her smooth back and onto the gentle curve of her rump. She doesn’t stop there, though, grinding herself into you, rubbing her leg against yours and then finally hopping into your grasp.
The kiss is broken, your lips finding only the soft coat covering her neck and chest while Sweetie holds onto your head, panting lightly. Like an iron bar, the bulge in your jeans rubs up against her taint, the young mare tilting forwards and back in your grip until the bulge is pressed into the rear of her panties. Too taken up with licking and nibbling on one of her nipples, it never occurs to you to let her down and get that underwear off so instead you shift them to one side; using one hand to support her and the other to rub into the cleft of her butt, Sweetie’s gasps start to rise in pitch. She grinds down harder onto you, wiggling her hips until she’s pressing taut to your fingers.
Getting a mouthful of her pert breast, you let your hand slip lower, rubbing at her taint until she lets out a little cry and her grip loosens on you. The young mare falls gently back to her hooves, shaking. Your eyes meet hers and in that moment it’s decided – hooking her thumbs into her panties she yanks them down, throwing them off to join her tank-top. You busy yourself struggling to unloop your belt with shaking hands which quickly become enveloped by a green magical field.
Working with far more deftness, Sweetie both undoes your belt and your jeans, sharply yanking them off followed by your boxers to join her clothes. You stand naked before each other, hands coming together gently as your respective erections bob together. The young mare easily puts you to shame but that’s not what you’re thinking right now – she’s been into this scene for how long and you never thought to ask her to a concert.
The leather of her gloves and bracers is cool, the metal spikes far colder and they lightly prick against your skin when your hands rove over them and then down her arms. She looks gorgeous right now, her green eyes betraying not a hint of hesitance or doubt. Even if the long room is covered in dust, tiles fallen from the walls and a broken window at one end, there’s no other place you’d rather be with her. Not without the thundering music that you can still pick out along with the roars of the crowd – you can’t help shivering, thinking of them right there while the two of you come together like this.
Or rather, Sweetie lunges at you, laughing and grabbing onto your behind, lightly squeezing the cheeks. You can’t hold in a gasp and she looks genuinely surprised at that, her smile widening and turning sinister. The young mare steps towards you, walking you back against the wall and then throwing a leg around your waist. One hand on her rump, the other clutching her shoulder, you meet her halfway having already gotten the same idea. Her cock rubs into your stomach as yours is pushed down, sinking into her fat testicles.
You’re pulled in against her tightly, her grip only shifting when she jumps up for you to hold. Your cock slides down between her legs, grinding along her taint until it finally bobs up against her rear. If you’d known that she wanted this so badly—that you wanted it—you might have gone straight for this off the bat. Again, one hand keeps her steady while another twists around the thick, silken locks of her tail. Sweetie pushes deeper into the kiss, no doubt anticipating what you’re up to, before you give a sharp pull near the dock, bringing the young mare down and your member grinding between the cheeks of her rear.
Her cock’s still dry but there’s plenty of time for her to come back to herself, right now just having the long thing poking about at you keeps you hard as the wall at your back.
The smooth leather of her boots drags against your skin, making you shiver and almost lose your hold on her. The music swells up into a frantic flurry of drumbeats and the young mare sitting against you starts grinding herself against your cock, undulating her hips in a way that almost but not quite sees it slip in. Both of you grunt in frustration, Sweetie’s grinding taking on a edge of desperation and your own hips start to push in to meet hers. Once, your member meets its target but pops free to thrust into her tail.
Feeling more confident than earlier, you gently drop Sweetie to her hooves and keep a hand on her hip—leaving her standing facing the wall while you walk around her—stopping when you’re facing her back.
“Ass up,” you growl, yanking on her tail. The young mare squeals, thrusting her rump back and spreading her shaking legs. Your hand gets to work after a quick lick, grinding in against her tight little ring, rubbing back and forth until you pop one finger in and draw another high-pitched squeal as well as a shake of her hips.
“C’mon, put it in,” Sweetie calls back, turning around to look at you. And you dutifully oblige… at least as far as you’re willing to – keeping a firm pull on her tail while you straddle her hips and lean in against her back, pushing her to the wall. Your cock’s ground in tight between her cheeks, doing nothing for the quivering mare who struggles to force herself back.
Cockring or no, you’re sure she’d still be rock-solid and the gasp she gives when you take a hold of her member is anything but pained. It’s the steel to the silk of your sweet little kiss on her neck, letting your tongue trail against her sensitive coat and skin while your fingers and palm stroke and squeeze the head of her member.
“Do it, c’mon!” Maybe you’d pushed it just a little far, with Sweetie thrusting back hard enough to send your cock spattering a few drops of precum against her tail and the small of her back. You’ve forgotten one minor but awfully important detail after all.
Grunting in a mix of frustration and arousal, you step back—letting your cock bob free of her rump’s grip—and get down onto one knee, spreading her cheeks and diving straight in. There’s no gentle build-up, no slow licking, your lips and tongue meet with her rear immediately, lapping and licking hungrily at that little opening.
Sweetie howls, stamping a booted hoof against the ground next to your foot as she works her hips back against you. But you can’t stop, she isn’t quite ready yet; your tongue delves deeper, licking all around inside, making sure it’s well lubed up. Then you start pulling out, swirling in ever faster circles until your lips come off her with a little wet pop and your tongue makes sure the entrance is moistened.
Then you stand back up, grab her tail and pull her back onto you. Another hand keeps your cock lined up and with one thrust you’re inside her, pushing in the rest of the way as the young mare’s voice rises in a quivering moan. Hips meet rump with a dull slap and you just hold yourselves there for a moment, Sweetie squeezing you and you grinding her up against the wall while pulling with all your strength on her tail. Hard yank is followed by harder yank until you’re hilted, heat and tightness assaulting you in pleasurable waves.
A gloved hand comes to rest on your hip, holding there as you make to pull out. She’s not going to stop you, though, not like this. It may be a slow thing to pull out, Sweetie clenching down on you the whole way, but you inch your way back out while both of you groan against each other. Until just the tip of your cock’s left inside her and you’re panting over her back, sweat dripping from your brow and you thrust back with such strength that the young mare almost looses her footing.
“Unf! You call that bucking,” Sweetie snarls back at you with a grin, “harder!”
Her hooves come out further, planting themselves firmly on the ground while you lean across her and hold onto her gloved hands. Her fingers curl around yours and you kiss her neck again, watching with delight as her head tilts back in the act of a soft sigh. It’s the perfect moment to make your move.
The young mare obviously had the same idea, as soon as you thrust forward she thrusts back and your bodies meet with a sharp smack. A few seconds of grinding into her—you swear you’ll never get tired of how tight she is—and you pull back again, giving another thrust when you’re just over halfway pulled out. Sweetie grunts, one of her hands disappearing between her legs and your own follows, gripping her cock before she can. Each thrust is met with a stroke downwards on the massive organ, making it quiver and shake along with her.
The thrusts start shallow, you unwilling to completely leave the heat and tightness of Sweetie’s butt and she unwilling to be left unfilled but as you slowly build into a rhythm, it matches up with the drumming coming through the walls. The young mare pushes back into you, forcing your legs apart as the pace picks up, grunting and moaning under the music. For a moment you just let her take over, only pulling her back with harsh little tugs on her tail that make her squeeze on you each time.
But it’s only momentary and then you’re back to thrusting against her, holding yourself back against the pleasure that mounts. If this isn’t a one-time thing—and you’ll have no hesitation about making sure she knows she’s more than that—then bringing some of your records over to her place while Rarity is away so you can work on your pacing to the music definitely is something you have to do. Right now, sweat trickles down the rounded cheeks of Sweetie’s rump as the young mare puts her all into this.
It’s an idea that makes you yank yourself out of her, to a wild cry from Sweetie and flip her around, watching for a moment as she heaves with her arms to the wall. You don’t waste any time in grabbing her hips and hoisting her up, the young mare swinging her legs readily around your waste as with one push of your hand you’ve gotten back inside her while your lips collide roughly, hungrily. Her hands slip around your head, gripping your head and pulling you tight to her.
Your own hand slides around her rump, positioning her just right for you to get a fistful of tail and pull down. It’s one nice smooth motion, one that makes her groan into the kiss as you pick up the pace again. There’s nothing for her to do but just lie back against the wall and enjoy it and you fully intend to make sure of that – if the way her cock dribbles pre is anything to go by then she certainly is already.
It’s Sweetie that flips you around again, your hot back meeting the cold wall as she grabs onto your shoulders and starts thrusting herself on you. One hand on her back, the other still holding her tail, the room echoes with the loud, wet smacks of your bodies meeting in time with the thundering music. You kiss once, twice, tongues wresting control from the other each time; you’re getting close, you can feel it.
“Don’t pull out,” Sweetie grunts raggedly, grabbing onto your hip, “don’t you bucking pull out!”
With the last bit of strength you have, you thrust as hard as you can into the young mare. She’s bouncing wildly on your hips, cock bumping against her stomach each time as your own is squeezed like it’s between a vice grips. Your arms hook around her shoulders, holding her hot body close to yours as she rides out the last of your thrusts before you feel heat rising between your legs.
One hard pull on her shoulders down onto you and you’re finished, your cock twitching as it unleashes the first string of semen into her. Sweetie lets out a throaty moan, mashing her hips against you as your arms wobble and you struggle to keep her up. She’s still squeezing, forcing every drop she can from you as you cum.
Pulse after pulse, she doesn’t stop grinding and your body continues to give up its goods, waves of pleasure crashing over you; it’s almost like you’re being milked dry. Heat mingles with moistness to create a sensation unlike any other, leaving your cock still twitching even after you’ve emptied yourself inside her. For moments longer the two of you just stay like that, letting the last vestiges of pleasure slowly dissipate and Sweetie to lower down off you.
But in all that you’d casually overlooked that she’s still hard – she hasn’t cum yet. And it’s a wicked look in her eyes that she now looks at you with, taking hold of your hips and flipping you around yet again.
This time it’s her cock that comes to rest against your rear and her lips to brush against your ear.
“My turn,” Sweetie growls hungrily, pre dribbling over the small of your back. Just what are you in for?
Starting at your hips, Sweetie Belle slowly slides her hands over the smooth skin of your stomach and chest. The leather’s warmed up from your exertions and its rough texture scratches against you, contrasted to the way she walks you up against the wall; her glistening wet, iron-hard cock is as hot as a fire, grinding against you. Every little droplet of pre that spatters against you draws a shiver, until she has you firmly in her grasp and you’re panting just as heavily as she was not long ago.
"Suck it," she coos sweetly, slipping two fingers up along your chin. They slide past your lips without waiting for your response, another quiet little coo coming from the young mare as your tongue swirls about on her fingers. "Such a good boy, I think I’ll take you home." Her voice is still soft, barely audible over the music still coming through the walls. Hot breath comes with it, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on edge.
You’re barely aware of the fact when she gently pulls her fingers from your mouth, rubbing your hip and pulling you back against her. The smooth, warm coat covering her body brushes against your legs and back as she leans in close, her breasts pressing against you. There’s a light shiver still running through her that you can just about feel – excitement or anxiety it’s impossible to tell but probably the former with her still stiff cock ground in to your back.
"Just gonna stand there," you growl, letting an edge of frustrated lust creep into your voice, "or are you gonna d-unnh!" Just as one of her hands slides down over your stomach, pulling you back, the other—lubed up with your saliva—slides down over your butt, pressing in against your ring.
Those fingers slide forth and back, threatening to delve in but not quite doing so. Sweetie’s breath turns to a series of slow, heavy gasps interspersed with malicious giggling. "You’re good, real good but I think I need to show you how to really do it." Her fingers slide close in again, this time pressing forward and slowly entering you – it’s impossible to hold back a grunt and the sound leaves Sweetie giggling again. "If I’d known you needed it this badly I would’ve brought you back to my place before."
You’re caught between making your own quip and just standing there and enjoying what she’s doing – digging her fingers in deeper, stroking them against your warm insides and making you squirm back against her. You can only hope your grunts and whines aren’t any louder than the music or that she’s intent enough on what she’s doing that she doesn’t hear.
"You want a real cock in you, huh?" The softness is gone from her voice, back to the hard, rough growling of a mare who hasn’t yet had her fill. "Got a bucking need to be filled up." She sounds like she’s run through Whitetail Woods, hot breath washing over your face as she rocks her hips in against yours. "I get pretty hot listening to Maretallica, too."
The heat of her body suddenly vanishes, replaced by a rush of cool air that makes you shiver. The fingers inside you are wrenched out, the hand coming against your other hip with a sharp smack; it makes your whole body tense up and even more so when Sweetie roughly pulls the cheeks of your ass apart to expose your now glistening little hole. Licking her lips, Sweetie pulls back and positions herself tantalisingly against you, the head of her cock still smearing plenty of pre where needed.
Suddenly, you’re pulled back against hips that push against you, hands that slip around your waist to find greater purchase on your body. There’s no gentle lead-up, no frustrating misses – Sweetie Belle’s cock bears down on you, inching your ring apart until it can finally pop inside you satisfyingly. A few spurts of pre erupt from the tip, splashing across your interior and making you wince and shudder. Your feet push down onto the ground as Sweetie’s arms encircle your shoulders and she puts her strength into her hips.
Inch by slow, almost painful inch, the young mare pushes her cock into you – the heat and hardness fill you, leaving you breathless. The medial ring forces you wider again and you gasp while Sweetie yelps and suddenly jumps forward, burying the last few inches into you in one, smooth motion.
"Ahhn, more! More!" Sweetie grinds her hips up against your butt, her cock pulsing gently inside you while she does. Her eyes tilt back in her head and she falls against you, having only the power to keep herself on her legs. The room reverberates with more than just the sound of the drums and guitar as Sweetie stamps her booted hooves on the ground, pushing you right against the wall.
Your own cock bobs up against your stomach, now rock-hard again. Unsurprising, really, with the little throbs of pleasure coming from every inch that Sweetie’s filled.
But you don’t really have time to consider your own arousal before the young mare starts slowly pulling out, your body fighting to keep her inside and slowing her down only slightly. The constant stream of precum has made her movements smoother and easier, alright but she still only pulls out to the medial ring before slamming her hips back against your ass with a thump that’s lost under the music.
But it doesn’t morph into a full fledged bout of fucking – Sweetie’s content to grind herself into you for the moment, making her cock throb and twitch inside you, ejaculating more precum. The warm wetness does just as much to heat you up as the young mare against your back, her stiff nipples rubbing up against your skin as she leans in closer. The song swells up into another flurry of drumming and Sweetie’s hips start rocking about almost in time.
Until she pulls back at least and then slams a booted hoof against the wall to your side. Hands on your hips, she pulls out just past the medial ring and then thrusts forward so strongly you’re almost lifted off your feet. The resultant smack of her coat on your skin is, this time, loud enough to be heard even over the drumming. As is her grunting, muttering oaths that you’re sure would make her sister blush.
That’s when she finally starts, opening up and fucking you in earnest; levering her grip against the wall, Sweetie’s able to make smooth but powerful movements out of you before driving her hips forcefully back into place against your own.
"Bucking… c’mon! Take it! Make me- Whoah!" It all happens in a matter of seconds that feel far longer – Sweetie staggers suddenly, wobbling on her one grounded leg; pulling her other hoof off the wall only leaves her more unbalanced and when she grabs onto you, you’re suddenly tugged back and can’t right yourself in time before the two of your tumble down together.
It also makes Sweetie yank her cock free of you with a pop that makes her squeal and reach out, trying to grab onto you. But thankfully, she comes to rest on the small pile of clothing and you find yourselves lying there atop one another. The smiles that grace your lips turn to giggling and then full-blown laughter.
Then it’s Sweetie who ends it just as quickly with a hungry, lustful kiss and a hand on your back, pulling you down. You grab on, hand running the length of her body and then pulling her over to lie atop you as you roll aside. Sweetie squeals, half in surprise half in excitement as she thrusts suddenly against your stomach. Her hooves scrabble against the smooth stone floor and your hands squeeze and knead at her butt, pulling her against you until suddenly you’re rolled back to the other side and you pin her.
There’s no gentleness or the sweetness of her namesake when Sweetie latches onto your ass and pulls you down into a seated position on her groin. Your hands sweep up her body, cupping her pert breasts and squeezing a nipple to make the young mare’s lips curl back in a smile while her cock smacks against you. Frantic, you push yourself up and then back onto her, Sweetie doing the rest in pulling you down onto her in one, powerful thrust.
You gasp, eyes falling shut as a shudder passes through you – pleasure lances through you as your bodies come flush and her fat balls give a little smack against your behind.
"Fuck me," you whisper to her, your face next to hers and your lips to her ears. You’re caught up in another kiss before you can say more, Sweetie’s lips haphazardly working against your own while her hands grip your hips like vices and her own start to bounce you against her body.
Shallowly at first, enough that only a few inches of that delicious cock slip out of you at a time before you’re brought back down. Sweat drips off you, mingling with the droplets that run down the young mare’s body while she slowly speeds up. The wet smacks of your bodies meeting fill the air along with the music, almost complementing it in a way.
You’d never ridden a pony like this, hell you’ve never ridden a mare before! But her cock maddeningly leaves you empty at the start of each thrust, hot inches sliding against your entrance before Sweetie grunts and bucks her hips hard up to meet you as she pulls you down and you push. It’s still not enough, though, not for either of you. It’s like an itch you can’t quite scratch, and it moves you to lean across her body and allow more room for her to pull out further and thrust in harder.
Each one is punctuated with another "Unf, unf, unf!" The grunts getting louder each time as Sweetie’s grip on you grows tighter until she just latches onto your back and pulls you down against her body. You’re rocked back and forth with the force of her fucking, Sweetie almost pulling out entirely before hilting in you in one sweet motion.
Once or twice she does pull out full, pausing for just a second, letting her cock hang stiff and free in the air before plunging you back down onto it. You’re biting her shoulder by then, grunting loud enough to drown out both her and the music but not the wet smacking of her balls against you. Those things beg to be emptied in you, to fill you to the brim and then beyond and that’s why you hold back as little as she does.
"N-Nearly there," she grunts, "make me cum."
So you do your best to – pulling yourself up off her until just the head is left inside you and then dropping down, letting gravity do the work in getting you there with enough force and speed to make her cry out. You’re practically leaking precum as it is and your own cock smacks almost painfully against your stomach at each passing but Sweetie doesn’t stroke you – you at least have some more ideas for what you’d like to do to her.
But that’s all ahead of you, past this point in time where the head of her member starts to flare out, stretching you further than you thought you could be. Each full-bodied thrust becomes more difficult, both of your bodies fighting to slow you down but neither of you want to; you need this just as much as she does. A gloved hand suddenly seeks out your own and you grab onto it, fingers interlacing before you’re pulled down and into a kiss.
It’s wild and passionate and utterly messy but in that one moment you haven’t a care for that, your mind totally turned towards the young mare giving you the ride of your life.
"Ah, Ah-Buck! Can’t… C-Can’t hold it!" She tries to pull you down onto her, to hold you there but you don’t stop, you can’t.
As her cock erupts with thick strands of semen spurting from the thickly flared head you continue to thrust on her, drawing ever more. It splatters across your insides, warming you and giving a strange but still enjoyable wet feeling. There’s just enough room for it to leak out, though, to form a little pool between her legs as she shows no signs of stopping.
Each thrust makes her cock throb again and another shot of cum follows it, filling you further. Your hand grips hers tightly as you feel you can’t take any more but still can’t stop yourself riding on her. At least not until your body finally gives out and you land with a loud, wet smack against her, panting heavily.
You’re not sure how long it takes to realise she’s no longer cumming but, still, due to that cockring she’s not going flaccid. In the end you just have to pull off her with a loud pop and then fall to her side, still holding tightly on to her hand.
The two of you fight to get your breathing under control, swimming in the warmth of the afterglow and buoyed up by the continuing music. How many more times can you do this? How long and hope that no one stumbles in on you?
You make to ask Sweetie but she’s ahead of you, already grinning.
"Rarity’s… out of the house," she pants, "We… We can make it… gotta be quick."
"Clothes?" You ask, tapping the shirts and other essentials below you.
Sweetie shakes her head, her grin growing. "We can… do it… won’t need them… back home. Just… one of Maretallica’s… LPs."
And then it’s still holding hands that you suddenly smile along with her, realising just what she’s getting at. Despite your tired limbs crying out for rest, you get up alongside her, pausing only momentarily to lean in and kiss before you stumble your way to a door at the far end of the room. Music pours in through it but only the night sky above, soft grass below and gently swaying trees are your company.
You take one look to Sweetie, her hand clutched in yours, before the two of you set out into the night, racing for her home and the promises it offered…
