The Queen of Ponyville

Rumble kept on throwing glances at his watch, waiting for the minutes to tick by and signal for him to enter Silver Spoon’s room. Realizing how nervous this made him look, he stuck both hands into his pockets and rocked on the heels of his feet. Now he realized this made him seem even more nervous.

He exhaled slowly, blowing onto his thumb to slow his heartbeat. “I guess some things don’t change.” He leaned over the railing and slapped his hands against it. Even though he could see the still well and going party on the floor below, he was having an unusually difficult time hearing any of it. He knew what to blame for that. “Damn you, nerves! I already confessed my love to Vinyl Scratch, I don’t have any right to get all uppity!”

Stepping away from the balcony, Rumble pressed his ear to Silver Spoon’s door. He could hear the thumping bass of a slow, lusty R&B track. He almost recognized the song, but he couldn’t be certain with a wall in the way.

Furrowing his brow, he stood up higher and leaned on the door, trying desperately to get any indication of what Silver Spoon was doing behind those doors. He found out real fast, however, when Her Highness opened the door, nearly causing Rumble to tumble inside.

Barely catching himself from flopping on the ground like an idiot, Rumble made his best attempt at composing himself in a relaxed manner. He adjusted his jacket to perfection and gave Silver Spoon a smooth gaze. “Why, hello there!”

He repeated that sentence in his head as he looked his conquest over. Her legs were uncensored by any sort of cloth, freshly groomed with no trace of hooficure leftovers or post-swimming clumps. Unfortunately, the view of a perfect coat was ruined by Silver Spoon’s audacity to put on a towel. However, she was a generous queen, showing plenty of plump cleavage, as if her breasts could burst forth at any moment. To top her freshly cleaned appearance off, her mane was tied into a deceptively elegant bun, which betrayed the side of her that Rumble knew. But she still looked suave and sensual as sin with it.

“Do get comfortable,” she said. Her voice was edged with a slight purr.

The room was basked in the artificial blue light of a lava lamp, which was set next to an almost oversized, circular bed. It overlooked the rest of the room’s luxurious and I’m-richer-than-you-so-deal-with-it atmosphere. Despite that, it still felt warm and welcoming.

Rumble tapped his hoof to the R&B, which came from a wallbound sound system next to the window. As he did so, he kicked off his shoes (His socks went with them) and did a stylish spin over to the bed. “I’m aware that wasn’t necessary, but I did it anyway,” he boasted.

“Charming.”

Throwing himself on the fluffy, comfortable softness of the bed, Rumble instantly felt like he was laying on a cloud. Then he realized he had flaked out on clouds before, and decided this was a much better experience. Craning his neck over his chest, he was pleasantly surprised by the view of Silver Spoon leaning slightly over him, her cleavage practically leaping into his face.

Silver Spoon parted a wet lock of her mane out of her face, a devious smile clear on her cheeks. “So, it looks like you’ve settled in just fine. Good to know. Some ponies are intimidated by my taste in decor,” she said. She rested a hand against his knee, soon resting both on either side, parting his legs open. “So eager so early?”

“I can ask you the same thing,” Rumble mentioned. His smirk widened, needing no further prompting from Silver Spoon to widen out his legs for her.

She reached out, sliding up upon him on the bed so that she was straddling his hips in between her legs. Grabbing him by the shoulders, she smiled seductively, the moisture from her recent shower dampening Rumble’s clothes. Not like he minded that, since he was more preoccupied by something else getting wet right about now.

“Okay, so we’re both young, eager, and impatient. Go figure.” Her Majesty’s lips were drawn to Rumble’s cheek, parting sweet kisses on his face, her touch leaving a blush everywhere it went. Reaching his ears, she whispered, “Maybe that’s why we were drawn to one another in the first place. Great minds think alike.”

Rumble’s hands reached out and firmly cupped her luscious sides, the thin material of her towel the only thing preventing him from touching that sweet, wet skin of hers. “You know what I want to see.”

Rumble caught a handful of the towel and pulled. Like a knot tied by a child, it came loose in a heartbeat, falling abandoned over the side of the bed. Silver Spoon didn’t looked the least bit phased. She looked downright amused, despite her blush. She rose, presenting her supple breasts to Rumble, their succulent plumpness dangling in front of his muzzle. “You like my breasts, don’t you, Rumble?” Silver whispered. Her voice was innocent, but her words, not so much. “Do you want to touch them?”

Rumble’s eyes were drawn instantly to her nipples, which sat in the middle of the ample expanse of Silver Spoon’s breasts. Reaching out hesitantly to touch them, Rumble said, “Yeah… yes, very much so.”

“Well, don’t be shy,” she giggled. “Touch me. Feel me.” She leaned closer, her tits jiggling at the slightest movement.

Rumble didn’t need anymore convincing, grabbing ahold of her soft and plentiful breasts and delivering a grateful squeeze. He pressed in their fluffy mass and kneaded them against Silver Spoon’s chest, eliciting small purrs of bliss from her.

Silver held the back of Rumble’s head and pulled him in. While his hands mashed and squeezed her, much to her contentment, she brushed her lips against his and kissed him. Something about the way she kissed blurred the line between tender and desperate, nothing more than what Rumble expected from her. He was quick to surrender himself to her tongue, the foreign object quickly invading his mouth and making itself right at home. The taste of her was succulent and sweeter than he had thought, yet the want behind that sweetness surprised him more than anything else. Silver Spoon wanted his tongue, his mouth, his lips, all to herself, and he was more than happy to give them all up to this amazing goddess.

She moaned into his mouth, his hands becoming less careful and more desperate to squeeze and grope her breasts like never before. A particularly tight squeeze forced Silver to break the kiss early. Her mouth remained open as she moaned to the intensity of Rumble’s touch.

“That’s it. Now, off with these…” Silver forced her hands onto Rumble’s chest, parting to reach under his coat and lift it off, his arms going with the tug of his sleeves. He smiled, deciding to let this one play out. Next came his shirt, with Silver starting at the bottom, dragging her palms over Rumble’s hardened athletic frame and taking the fabric away in the process. Both the jacket and the shirt joined Silver’s towel at the side of the bed.

Silver Spoon ate up Rumble’s shirtless frame, running her hands over his pectoral muscles and rubbing his biceps. She kissed him once again. “When did you have the right to turn into such a mighty stallion?” she asked.

Rumble raised a finger. “I had a goal. But I know one part of me that hasn’t changed…”

“Oh, I remember how gifted you are…” Silver continued to breath heavily, sliding her hands along Rumble’s rather mare-like hips. “You have a present for me, don’t you?”

Rumble smirked. “How’d you tell?”

Silver Spoon rolled her eyes, tugging at his pants. “You’re not exactly the best at hiding it.” Silver Spoon’s delicate fingers traced a path along his thighs, promptly stopping at a rather large bulge in his pants. She cupped her hand around the shape, tugging and pulling with a teasing gleam in her eye. “Not that I’m complaining, of course.”

Rumble’s wings flexed, threatening to take full span, but he commanded them to remain folded. He wanted to appear at least somewhat dignified. His hands joined Silver’s at his waist, where he tugged on the belt loops of his pants. “I know you want it.”

“So you figured it out. You know I want it, Rumble. And you’re going to give it to me.” Silver Spoon’s grabbed Rumble’s pants, and she tugged, taking his boxer-briefs with him.

Rumble’s erection wasn’t a shy performer, presenting itself as soon as it escaped the enclosure of his underwear. The cool night air made it throb as it stood at attention. Silver’s eyes widened, her lips forming a pleasant smile. His cock was situated like a mighty black mountain on his groin, flecked with errant white spots near the base. It was almost disproportionately large and firm compared to Rumble’s teenage body. Just by looking at it, Silver could tell it needed, no, was practically begging for some form of release from its heated state.

“Oh, it’s wonderful,” she murred, pawing at the flare. Even the slightest touch caused Rumble’s dick to throb once again, with Rumble himself letting out some heavy breathing of his own. Silver Spoon resisted the urge to wrap her whole hand around it, feeling a spark of creativity come to her when Rumble squeezed her breast again. “Hm, Rumble?”

“Yeees?” the young pegasus asked.

“Could you sit at the edge of my bed for me? I want to show you something special.”

Rumble did as she commanded, scooting over to the edge while watching her slip off the bed and saunter around to him.

“Spread your legs. Let me see your huge cock.”

“Okay…” Again, Rumble did just as she asked. “You seem to know what you’re doing.”

“This is me you’re talking to, Rumble…”

Kneeling down. Silver Spoon picked up both her breasts and spread them apart, laying the naked flesh of her chest against the base of Rumble’s dick. Then she wrapped her tits around his thick shaft, their large size managing to fit all of Rumble’s cock in between her tits. Squeezing her tits together with the palm of her hands, Silver Spoon looked up at Rumble and winked. “So, Rumble, has a mare ever done this for you before?”

“No way,” Rumble exclaimed in mid-breath. His entire cock was enveloped in Silver’s breasts, the heat from her chest wrapping around his dick like a blanket. A really squishy, soft, irresistible blanket.

She giggled. Planting a kiss on the head of Rumble’s penis, Silver Spoon looked up at him with innocent eyes. “Well, looks like I get to be your first, then.” She slowly slid her tits up the length of his shaft, the moistness of her coat allowing ease of movement. Once she reached the top, she quickly slid down. The pressure on Rumble’s dick increased as Silver applied more force to the squeezing of her breasts.

Rumble’s nostrils flared in perfect synchronization with Silver’s wonderfully unusual motions over his dick. He had a feeling that if it were anypony else’s breasts massaging him into an orgasm, he wouldn’t be able to enjoy it nearly as much. Silver Spoon’s bust was perfect, after all. Smooth and slick, with a perpetual shine brought on by a well nourished coat. He loved how they felt against his skin. They were so smooth, even his medial ring didn’t get in the way.

His absolute favorite part of this little breast massage, however, wasn’t even its namesake; what made him utter quiet, guttural moans was whenever he thrusted upwards into her cleavage, Silver Spoon would meet him with her lips, kissing the head of his cock, admonishing him with small, sensual licks. “Mmm…” she hummed, taking him into her mouth. She looked unforgivably lusty as she pulled away all too soon. “You like that, huh?”

“Can’t you tell?” he said. His cock throbbed despite being captured in Silver Spoon’s bust. “I’m crazy about this.”

“Oh, you love it so much, Rumble. You love it when I touch your cock with my tits…” She dived again, swirling her tongue around his tip, feeling his pulsation against her lips. “You’re close?”

“Damn straight.”

“And where do you want to cum?”

Rumble smirked, feeling the first telltale throbs along his cock that signaled his eventual climax. “You don’t mind getting your face a bit dirty, do you, Your Highness?”

Silver Spoon shook her head, running tongue around the head of his shaft while giving him a wink. “Not at all. Shoot away.”

Rumble arched his hips higher and higher, a wet slap of Silver’s tits hitting his groin filling the room. His cock throbbed harder with each thrust between her lusciously soft breasts, and before he knew it, Rumble had tapped out the last of his endurance that round.

Silver Spoon squeezed her breasts extra hard against Rumble’s hard shaft, the throbs coming in faster and faster until the gates for release finally broke. Rumble came.

Silver closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide, eagerly awaiting her prize. The first strands of jizz hit her square on the nose. Before too long, a few sticky threads of Rumble’s seed made it into her mouth. The salty flavor complemented the cheesy aftertaste of the pizza still on her tongue. The tip of Rumble’s dick kept on blowing strand after strand of semen, like a torrent, into her mouth and face, covering her cheeks and neck in a white slime along, with a few drops falling atop her breasts. Finally, with one last shot, Rumble was done. Silver Spoon licked her jizz covered lips in contentment while she wiped away a stray white strand that had fallen against her eyelid.

“Heh, dirty boy… You’ve made a mess of me.” She gathered up the puddle forming in her cleavage and lapped it up like it was peanut butter. “Mmm, you taste good.”

Rumble couldn’t tell if she was being overly slutty or she truly loved the taste of his semen, but her breathy voice was a sound to behold all the same. He exhaled, allowing his body to relax, and scooted away from Silver, his penis flaccid enough to escape her breasts’ grip. He rolled over to the side farthest from her and patted the pillow, beckoning to her.

Silver got onto the bed, deliberately crawling like she was some sort of erotic performer. Rumble wondered if she was even trying to look sexy for him, or if this was just how she always acted. Either way, she got down next to him, laying on her side with her silvery mane falling across her face. Even when she was unkempt, she looked like nothing less than a platinum trophy to Rumble. He decided to bless her beauty by sliding up to her and giving her a kiss, holding her blushing cheeks with both hands.

The exhilarating moment before where he marked her with his own seed still stuck with him, and he felt like a part of her after completing the sticky act. Their lips met together in a slow, passionate kiss that took all the time in the world to mold together. They were stuck in their own little world, entirely alone save the two of them, so they were going to enjoy each and every second.

However, for Silver Spoon, she wanted a bit more. With their lips still locked, she dove her tongue forth into his mouth in a sneak attack to wrestle with his own tongue. In retaliation, Rumble returned the favor in turn by invading her own mouth with his tongue, noting the cheesy yet salty taste of semen and pizza. He lathered her gums and teeth with saliva, exploring all the corners of her mouth with his tongue just so he could taste every inch of her. He felt her moan, could taste the passion on her tongue, the need for more and more the longer they held their kissing embrace. And from the indication down below from his already hardening cock, he wanted the same thing.

Silver raked her fingers through Rumble’s mane. She had grown quite fond of his new look, feeling his new mane helped him stand out from the rest of the crowd. He was like an emo kid with none of the emo tendencies, and that made him more than sexy enough for her. She brushed his mane again as she whispered in his ear, trying to sound as desperate and lustful as she could. “You can fuck me now, Rumble…”

“Oh, hell yeah.” Rumble only waited a second before he seized Silver Spoon by the shoulders and lifted her up. He was strong, but still tender enough to avoid harming her in any way. Still, it came across as dangerous and assertive on his part, and that made Silver feel a little wetter.

Rumble held up a finger. “Whoop, hold on…” He grabbed his pillow and put it behind Silver, allowing much more comfort for her head as it rested against the headboard. She smiled at his forethought. She wished she knew more gentlecolts with enough common sense to keep her head from hitting solid wood.

“Thank you, my darling.” She crossed her arms as they wrapped around Rumble’s neck. She kissed him for a split second before she repeated herself. “Fuck me.”

Taking a gander downward and appreciating the bare naked body of Silver Spoon underneath him, Rumble lifted up his hips and aimed his erect shaft towards the succulent, sweet lips of Silver’s nethers. Reaching down with a hand, he adjusted his cock’s position so that it lined up just right for easier entry. Penetrating her with the head of his cock and getting his first satisfied moan out of her, he asked, “Like that, Your Highness?”

Her gratified moans served as good enough response, but Rumble knew she couldn’t help but top that off with more of her signature dirty talk. “Just like that… It’s so good.”

“Yeah, it is.” He thrusted his whole self up against Silver, taking his cock with him into the motion and filling her insides. He felt her walls squeezing him, making her lust apparent not just with her voice or her fluttering eyelids, but also with her body. She really did want him, and bad. He remembered the last time they did this. She wasn’t so liberal with her words, and they only had their time in a fit of semi-drunken sympathy. This was infinitely better, if only because there was legitimate passion to be shared between them.

Silver Spoon had her first orgasm in just a few minutes. Her whole body shuddered, her arms tightening around Rumble’s neck so hard she feared for a moment that she was hurting him. When she was sure she wasn’t, she leaned her head back against her pillow and purred loudly. “Ooooh, don’t stop… Don’t you dare stop, it feels so good… So deep…”

“I can go deeper,” Rumble suggested.

Silver nodded, once again blurring the line between slutty and genuine. “Please. I want all of your thick cock.”

Rumble felt her legs wrap around his hips, pulling him in closer. Rumble smiled, thrusting forward so that his shaft dived deeper into her tight walls. Just as Silver moaned in response to such a deep impact, Rumble was already putting everything had into her, nearly pulling out entirely before coming back with a penetration much more powerful than before. The force of Rumble’s constant pounding against her pussy caused Silver to cry out each time he entered her, her vaginal walls clenching tighter along his hard, thick shaft.

“Are you pleased, Your Highness?” Rumble whispered in her ear, beads of his sweat dripping against her naked chest. “Do you want me to go faster?”

“I want it all, Rumble…” she replied with a depraved, open mouthed kiss. “Fuck me as fast as you can. Fill me up with your sweet cum and make me pour out for you. Give it to me…”

Rumble was already bottoming out inside Silver Spoon. She was squeezing him in a vice grip, threatening to take everything he had, but he somehow managed to pull out once again. He repositioned himself over her, wrapping his arms around her in a dissonantly sweet embrace, which also served as a means of support for his thrusts. One of his hands found the small of Silver’s back, which made her shudder again. A new coating of nectar drained from her slit and coated Rumble. He decided that was all he needed; he cast himself into her again, thrusting with reckless abandon.

Silver Spoon was moaning loud enough, Rumble was slightly worried some of the party guests outside this room of unspeakable acts might hear her. He threw those concerns away as Silver turned his head towards her. “Look at me, Rumble. Don’t worry about them. It’s just you and me here.”

“Heh, as it should be.”

As if her cries for more weren’t loud and chaotic enough, Rumble was ramming into her hard enough to warrant a slap each time his pelvis connected with hers. His hips were on fire and had a mind of their own, quickening the pace of his thrusts in a never ending motion that wouldn’t stop even if he tried to slow it down. Not like he wanted to, with Silver Spoon digging her fingers into his shoulders.

Looking into her eyes, Rumble was overtaken by Silver’s beauty once again. The pools of her irises entranced him like never before, his thrusts growing quicker and deeper within her the more he stared. Before he knew it, the last dregs of resistance within him were spent, and one last, mighty thrust caused him to push his groin against her as hard as he could.

Silver Spoon cried out just as Rumble grunted, both their backs arched up as they came at the same time. Silver’s juices coated Rumble’s dick and groin in her succulent nectar, while Rumble’s own brand of sexual fluids filled up Silver Spoon to the brim. A stream of semen poured inside her, covering her walls in sticky whiteness while she herself clamped her nethers onto him so tight that she could feel each throb and squirt of semen leave his shaft. Just to make sure he was truly spent, Rumble pulled in and out a few times, Silver’s extra tight cooch milking his cock for every last drop of jizz it could squeeze out of. Before too long, a puddle had formed between them from their combined fluids, dripping out from their still intimate connection and making an utter mess of the bed.

Silver Spoon opened her mouth. “That was—”

Rumble shut her up with a forceful kiss. “Yeah, I know.”