Dirty Sexy Pony

Author's Note: This takes place within the events of Her Smile 1 & 2

Inside.

She always wanted it inside.

"Ah..."

No matter what position, no matter how many times, no matter who could hear them in the next room, she would call out to him.

"Nnnah! Spike..."

He would silently respond to her summons, craning his neck up so he could nibble at her neck then plant a trail of kisses until he teasingly brushed his lips against her chin.

"Mmmmm." She moved her muzzle to meet his, but he deftly swerved his head to kiss the other side of her face.

"Spike..." She breathed out, growing frustrated.

His thrusts grew faster, harder. Finally they kissed.

Pinkie shut her eyes tight, feeling Spike's tight embrace as his scalding jets of hot fluids washed inside of her. It was an amazing feeling. It was addictive.

To feel him within and without at the same time. His body against hers. The short arms wrapped around her barrel could barely blanket her against the slightest breeze and yet she felt protected against all of the elements.

And yet she could never take comfort in the feeling, never safe.

Their lips met again and once more the exchange of passion resumed. His length stayed within her as he thrust slowly but deeply, grinding against her center.

She pressed forward.

His tongue swirled.

She greedily lapped up the taste of his saliva.

He desperately inhaled her smell in her moans.

Their touching lips broke contact and he resumed full thrusts.

Her back arced and she ached for release.

She gasped and whimpered. Lightly bit her bottom lip and nickered. Breathed in and whinnied. All the while her tension continued to build.

She wished this could go on forever. That they could remain like this together.

However, that was impossible.

There was no fantasy, no illusion, no dream or scenario that could shatter the reality that they found themselves in.

No matter how many times he complied with her wishes or lust-filled cues, no matter how much he poured into her, no matter how much their tongues met or how deep his warmth penetrated her...

She couldn't respond to his mid-coital pleas of

"Do you love me too...?"

She could never answer.

She could not forget her promise.

She couldn't allow it.

"Ah..." Tiny embers licked her spine. "A-ah..." Ice pressed against the base of her tail. "A-aa-ah..." Electricity surged through her entire being. "A-AA-A-A-AAH!"

Her body, front and rear legs, neck, all of her muscles tightened and spasmed, constricting against him tighter and tighter until her cup had spilled out its contents and she gushed forth in white hot ecstasy.

In loud gasps, the both of them lied quietly on the bed, breathing heavily and panting.

Remaining silent, Pinke held Spike close to her, slowly swallowing his length as though milking it, until it withdrew back into his sheath.

As though that were a signal, she rolled off of him and lay there, looking off. He did much the same, watching the opposite wall as the both of them laid there to catch their breath and compose themselves.

No exchange of words, no cuddling, no languid sighs or satisfied smiles...

...nothing.