Threnody let out a nervous giggle as she and Hickory looked at one another. She had no idea what to do exactly, and neither did Hickory for that matter, who kept looking away from her, breaking eye contact and blushing shyly.

“It cannot be that hard,” Threnody soothed. “You just need to climb up on my back, mount me, and find your way in,” she explained.

Hickory smiled sheepishly and made a “huhyuh” sound in the back of his throat. The colt was now painfully shy and terribly afraid, a bad combination for the earth pony.

Threnody turned and presented herself once again, lifting her tail and throwing her head back. She began back up towards Hickory, making an odd purring sound that only her species could make, a rumbling resonance in her throat.

Hickory took a bold step forward, lowered his head, and then gave Threnody a sniff just below her tail. She froze and made an odd clicking popping sound deep within her throat, followed by a shrill whistle. This was the first time actually seeing a mare up close. He had seen glimpses, but this was his first time to get a really good look. He sniffed carefully, feeling a heady desire fill his body as he did so, and parts of him began to awaken. Each sniff caused Threnody to make a little whimpering cry.

“Oh please just do something,” she begged. “I don’t know what is going on, but it actually kinda hurts back there!”

“Well, if it is hurting, maybe we should wait until some other time,” Hickory said in concern and pulling his head back.

“No!” Threnody growled. “Gaaaah I feel wet and sticky and hot back there!”

As Hickory watched, a single droplet of moisture leaked out from the glistening slit and began to trickle down Threnody’s left hind leg. Feeling bold, he stuck out his tongue and gave a lick, which caused Threnody to leap across the room.

“Aaaaah!” Threnody shrieked.

“It’s salty,” Hickory commented.

“You licked me!” Threnody accused.

“Come here, I’ll do it again,” Hickory said.

“Pervert!” Threnody shouted.

“I was curious!” Hickory said, defending himself from the accusation.

He took a bold step towards the filly and she back away, eventually bumping into the bed. She let out another nervous giggle, extended her wing, and gave a playful slap to the colt.

“Don’t be a pervert,” she commanded.

“Look, you told me to mount you, who is being the pervert?” Hickory asked.

“Why do you want to lick me?” Threnody questioned.

“Because, I was curious, and then I found I kind of liked it,” Hickory replied.

Threnody turned and presented herself again, lifting her tail and arching her back slightly, exposing her opening. It was now even wetter and slicker looking than before.

Hickory, feeling emboldened, gave another lick, this time directly to the glossy looking skin of her swollen folds. Threnody made a throaty mewling sound and pressed herself backwards as she felt the contact of his tongue.

“This is torture,” Threnody whined.

Hickory rose to his hind legs and leaned on Threnody’s backside. A major problem became apparent as he did so. He grasped Threnody’s sides with his forelegs. “My love, you are too tall, and I am too short, I cannot reach for entry,” he whispered.

Threnody tried to kick her legs out sideways, lowering herself slightly.

Hickory gave a grunt and lept, landing on Threnody’s back. All four of his hooves were now off the ground. He slid around, trying to get a grip, and Threnody’s wings unfurled. They began to smack him as she flapped in panic.

In the middle of all of this, he could feel his tip brush up against something wet for brief moment and it set him on fire when he did so. He squeezed with his forelegs, and tried to hold on. He had his forelegs hooked in front of Threnody’s wing joints and he used them as handles to slid up along her back, pulling himself forward slightly. He felt himself pressed against something wet again, and Threnody continued to dance around on her hooves, forcing him to hold on for dear life.

“Hold still you silly filly!” Hickory chided.

“But something keeps tickling me just under my tail,” Threnody protested.

“I can’t get it in if you don’t hold still,” Hickory grunted.

“But it tickles!” she repeated. “Feels like a snake slithering over my backside!” she complained, and then she giggled at her own words.

Hickory fumbled and thrusted as the filly began to buck, trying to find his way in, unable to brace his hind legs against the ground for assistance with his penetration. All he could do was make a few half hearted pokes that did nothing but leave him frustrated and left Threnody giggling.

“Feels like I am pissing! I can feel something wet and sticky running down my legs!” she exclaimed.

Hickory was thrusting wildly, trying to gain entry. He grunted with each grind of his hips. He pressed his nose into Threnody’s mane, taking in her scent. He was wild with desire now, almost feral, and his hind legs hooked around Threnody’s hind legs, which made it harder for her to kick around.

A brief moment, Hickory slid into her slick velvet folds. He struck something solid that blocked entry for only a moment, and then it gave way, allowing him to slide in. Threnody gave a cry of pain. She bucked hard, which sent Hickory flying. He landed on the other side of the room on his side, the wind knocked out of him. He lay on the floor sucking air, worried about his bride, and Threnody let out several more cries of pain.

“Are you alright?” She said, her voice full of worry. “I am so sorry, but something hurt really bad back there… I smell blood.”

Hickory lay on the floor, still trying to breath, unable to reply.

“I’m so sorry, it hurt so much, I feel so bad,” Threnody babbled.

Hickory gave a gasp as he finally caught his breath, and he began sucking the wind back into his lungs. He heaved and panted, his lungs burning, and his throat felt like it was on fire.

“I’m bleeding,” Threnody said calmly as she looked at her forehoof that she had just rubbed herself with. “A little blood is normal, I remember hearing that. I really am sorry, you spooked me… I would never intentionally hurt you.”

“I know,” Hickory gasped.

“This is a lot harder than I thought it was going to be,” Threnody admitted.

Hickory nodded but said nothing.

“Should we ask somepony for advice?” Threnody questioned.

Hickory shook his head no.

“Do you still love me?” Threnody asked sheepishly.

Hickory glared with narrow eyes and nodded.

“I was worried… I’ve heard talk about stallions not loving a mare if she resists breeding, I wasn’t resisting, I swear,” she said pleadingly.

“I know,” Hickory wheezed. “I love you, you silly filly.”

“I’d kiss you, but you are still struggling to draw air,” Threnody stated.

“You… go lay on the bed, on your back, with your hindquarters on the edge of the bed,” Hickory said in a slow wheeze.

“What? Why?” Threnody asked as she went and laid down on the bed.

Hickory rose, and seeing Threnody supine on the bed made him begin to go hard again. He crossed the room slowly, sniffing, still huffing for air, and trying to restore what he thought was a cocky swagger. He mounted Threnody, easing himself downward, and rested his body against hers, barrel to barrel. His hind legs were extended, hooves planted on the stone floor, and he wiggled while trying to find his way in again.

“Oh… this is different,” Threnody said nervously. “Never, uh, heard of this. Hello my handsome lover.”

With a grunt, Hickory found entry, and Threnody cried out again.

Hickory waited, holding himself inside of her. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“Just was uncomfortable for a moment, but the pain is gone now,” she answered. “Go slowly,” she urged as she reached up her head and then planted a kiss upon his lips. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she might be tasting herself on his lips and the thought intrigued her.

Hickory pulled out slightly and then eased his way back in, hearing a wet sucking sound as he did so. Threnody moaned beneath him, her lips still pecking at his. “So hot,” he murmured. “It almost burns,” he added.

He pulled away from her kisses and buried his face against her neck, his nose pressed into her mane. She smelled of sweat and faintly of soap. There was something feminine about the smell, and it filled him with fervent desire. He heaved one shuddering breath, braced his hooves, and with a forceful shove, buried himself into Threnody, causing her to squirm and squeal beneath him.

Threnody wrapped her hindlegs around Hickory’s waist and began to squeeze, pulled him closer to her and trying to get parts of him to rub up against parts of her. There was a hard little pebble of flesh she could feel throbbing down there, and Hickory’s body would occasionally brush or rub up against it, causing electric shivers all over her body.

The colt collapsed on top of her, plunging himself in and out, lost in the moment, going solely by instinct. “I love you madly,” he grunted.

Threnody felt Hickory spasming above her. This was not the sweet, gentle, timid colt she had known, this was a feral beast with lustful needs. And she liked his lustful needs. She felt a raw tingle of ecstasy knowing that she was his burning desire. She could feel her back sliding along the blanket and her body rocked back and forth as he ground away on top of her. She had to fight back the urge to bite something, a desperate hungry bestial desire to sink her fangs into something. The smell of her own blood, heated from friction, was driving her wild, and she had to hold back the predator within.

Hickory looked down and realised he had a delicate and sensitive part of his body buried deep in a vicious predatory beast. She was looking up at him with crazy looking eyes, and her tongue lolled out of the corner of her mouth. She was drooling with some sort of desire, and he wasn’t so sure it was just plain and simple lust as she flicked one of her fangs with her tongue. He felt cold chills running up and down his spine, and cold terror made his balls prickle. Cold sweat beaded along his back as he continued grinding away, and he felt his balls slapping up against her with each thrust, producing a wet smacking sound as he hilted himself repeatedly. He squealed with terror as he felt her jaws clamp down on his throat… he felt two fangs pressed against his tender skin, but they did not pierce his flesh. He felt her rough scratchy tongue licking against his pelt, its pebbly texture parting the hairs and scraping against the flesh below, and its pointed tip pressing against his artery. The four points of her upper and lower fangs pressed against his flesh, stinging, her tongue licking back and forth over his artery.

It set his body ablaze with lustful desire, and he picked up his pace.

Hickory realised that Threnody’s jaws being clamped around his throat was all about trust. She trusted him, and he had to trust her. She was, after all, a predatory creature who was laying belly up, with her vitals exposed to potential danger and he was just smart enough to realise the significance of this. “I love you,” he grunted. He felt her body tense below him, and for a moment, her fangs felt as though they were certain to break through his skin and tear into his throat. Her breathing was ragged and she made whimpering cries. He hoped he wasn’t hurting her, but there was no way he could stop now.

Above her, Threnody felt Hickory increasing his pace, and his muscles twitched and spasmed. She could feel the pulse of his life force upon the tip of her tongue as she frantically licked the thin skin of his throat. She didn’t know what had just happened, but it felt good and she wanted it to happen again. Her nose was filled with too many scents to keep track of, and she was overwhelmed. She felt his pulse increasing and his breathing grew heavier.

Finally, Hickory seized above her, and plunged in as deep as possible. She felt a hot wet sensation deep inside of her, and then Hickory let out a few whimpers. She released her hold on his throat. He went limp on top of her, and she had to pull him up onto the bed with her as his legs went out from beneath him. He shivered and trembled in her embrace, and his body was wet and sweaty against hers.

“That was wonderful,” Threnody whispered.

Hickory did not reply with words, but rubbed his muzzle along her jawline, and then snuffled into her mane, causing Threnody to convulse from ticklish tingles.

Author's Note

Awkward first love...

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