The Tiny Tales Of Chrissy And Richie

Richie Loses...Sort Of

(Sex really is the way to a man's heart. That and lots of bacon!)

Richie Pov

The sound of skittles hitting the ground was all around me, though it was usually after the increasingly familiar rolling of a bowling ball.

What usually came after the skittles however…

"Oh yeah, who's bad?!" Chrissy boasted loudly, pumping a hoof into the air as she stuck her disguised tongue out in my direction.

"You are," I groaned quietly, maybe just a little bit envious at the LARGE difference in our scores.

"That's right, I am! Suck it noob!"

I don't think I quite know how to explain the simultaneous amusement and frustration I felt upon hearing this every time my girlfriend got a strike.

And fuck my life, did she get a lot of strikes.

"Where the hell did you hear that word?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow at the little happy dance she was currently doing.

"What, noob?" she asked. "Oh, I heard a kid scream it earlier…he had a really funny hat."

I sighed lightly and shook my head, before making my way to my personalized ball and…finding myself suddenly turned around by an all too familiar green glow.

It was only as Chrissy's eyes flashed a brief green that I noticed her lit up horn. Said mare merely giggled and swiftly swayed her way up to me, a rather devious grin on her white muzzle.

"Aww," she purred, her voice suddenly quite sultry. "Don't be sad baby, it's not your fault. Some people are simply better at bowling than others."

I couldn't help the grin that wormed its way onto my face as she licked my chin, her eyes flashing once again as they gazed up at me lustfully.

"Hmm, I suppose so," I agreed, smirking as she released me from her magic grip. "And have I ever told you that I like the way you use the word 'people' instead of 'ponies'?"

"Not that I can recall," she grinned, her cheeky tongue flicking against my lips teasingly. "Though maybe I should use it a little less, just to keep it nice and fresh for you, hmm?"

"I wouldn't recommend it," I warned impishly, my own tongue sticking out playfully to block hers.

"Oh?" she uttered, her flickering eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "And what, pray tell, would you do to if I…refused to comply?"

I grinned…

"Well," I began. "Since you feel the need to bring it up…hmm, how about no kisses for the rest of today."

Chrissy's eyes finally stopped flickering before finally resting on a very playful, very deadly, yet very loving green. Followed up with that smirk, and it was all I could do not to…um, get it up there and then.

And by the way her eyes looked down for but a second, I knew she knew too.

"No kisses…for the rest of today?" she purred, her open smile quickly forming into a sly grin. "Well that's…unfortunate…"

She suddenly pressed her snout against my nose, her eyes all but boring into mine seductively.

"Because I suddenly feel like sticking my tongue down your throat," she finished, her forked tongue slithering out of her muzzle and flicking against my only defense.

Her eyes narrowed once more…

"Let me in" she crooned sultrily, flicking her tongue once more for good measure. "And I'll take you into the toilet and let you fuck my muzzle until you spill your hot, creamy load down my throat…"

…

I don't believe I've ever opened my mouth that wide before…Meh, it didn't matter.

Chrissy beat it about eight minutes later.