Thinking Inside the Box

by Ireyah

Rating: mature
Tags: Mrs. Cake, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Sex, Bon-Bon, Caramel, Big Macintosh, Slice of Life, Human
Length: 7145

Some simple, dirty clop, ponies and humans in a glory-hole box!

Warning. Contains: Glory hole use (duh), voluntary sexual addiction, male pony on female human, unknowing male-on-male pony, hetero-pony-on-pony, little to no plot of any kind.

There's a box, it's inside a back room in a closet and intrudes on the Ponyville Spa. And, with so many needy females around, the box serves a much needed purpose in keeping their anonymity.

Sometimes it's not just ponies. Sometimes it's not just females. The box is anonymous after all...

Inspired by the events of GloryShy by Anonymous Pegasus.

Published 2014-06-22 21:40:05 UTC
Last updated 2014-06-22 21:40:05 UTC

1 Hole

She hated herself for doing this. Every time she hated herself.

Sliding in the door and closing it behind her, she made her way around the various stacks of storage that cluttered the room and within touching distance of the square door.

The little sign above the handle was red... it was occupied!

Listening close was... wrong! So wrong. But... she leaned in anyway until she made out the soft moans, the sharp slurps and the quiet, masculine moans of both the occupant and the stallion they were pleasing. Celestia's tits they were really going at it...

There was the bumping and scraping of the occupant turning around, obviously going for the real deal, and then the lip-biting pause before... the long, drawn out groan of a mare being filled.

Slow squelches of hot marehood grinding on the anonymous pole and the thump of hooves, probably the mare's legs kicking out a little. Her own hoof found its way to her nethers, just brushing herself to find out how wet she was... plenty. She chanced starting off a gentle rub, circling around and around to pull and push as she listened to the repetitive thumps of rough rutting build louder and louder through the small square door.

It wasn't long, few sessions were, just long enough for her to get into the swing of things, but not long enough to be satisfying, and the grunting, panting climax of both mare and stallion. With a final grunt and thump that should be the mare pulling away and bumping into the other wall, there was a little splash of liquid that had the rough splat of something thicker and she realised that, whoever the mare was, she was jealous of the massive load the stallion had just blasted inside her.

There was a waiting screen you could pull across, for those like her that arrived before the session ended but didn't want to be seen going in or out (if you put it across the door before closing), so she stepped behind it. Wouldn't do for rumours to start. Of course, that didn't mean she didn't peek.

Slowly, with the reluctance of one still bathing in afterglow, the little door opened and out stepped Ponyville's confectioner, Bon Bon, grinning lazily and moving carefully. A sticky white trail oozed down her back legs and she didn't seem to care, just headed for the door into the small shower room to take care of it, little creamy puddles forming every time she put down her back hoof.

As soon as the cream mare was out of sight, she made her move, stopping only to scoop just a little taste off the top of the largest puddle just outside the square door and pulling the screen behind her. She wanted to exit privately, and prevent anypony from potentially doing what she'd just done.

Inside the box smelled incredible. The stench of sex and sweat was so powerful she thought she might faint, but as she breathed deep of that heady aroma, she winked involuntarily. She shivered at the shock. There was a thick slick of semen sliding down the wall to her left from the last session which she bent to sniff deeply of. Mmm... nothing smelled like this, nothing else was this... alive.

Turning away to lock the door, she decided to open the opposite hole to the one dripping ejaculate, when she was being properly railed that slick mess would be right in front of her, filling her nose... she winked again, once more without meaning to.

Sliding the cover open with a shaking hoof, she knocked twice on the wall.

Looking through, careful to not let the light fall on her too much, she gazed into a veritable heaven of masculinity. Todays bath-goers were certainly up to par, although three of them didn't respond to the knocks. Maybe, on closer inspection, because all of them sported exhausted looking post-coitus penises; limp, but still free of the sheath, one still wet from its encounter. That Bon Bon certainly had an appetite.

One, however, seemed interested. A young one, farm worker, light coat and cutie mark of three horse-shoes. She'd seen him in the shop plenty of times, and he always seemed quite gentle.

She hoped he wasn't too hung up on that 'gentle' for this little bit. She needed him not to be gentle.

His mottled penis was nearly full when he mounted up on the box, pushing himself towards the hole, so she decided to go for the quickest way. She opened her mouth and hung there until she caught the slightly soft head between her lips, and then let him keep pushing.

Long experience let her adjust herself to his movements so that, without seeming to move forwards or backwards, she could slide nearly half his length into her throat without pause. It worked wonders on younger stallions who, even if they'd had sex, didn't expect deep-throat immediately on entry.

He stiffened fully inside her mouth, making her gag just a little, but she swallowed, hummed and started to suck quickly to get over it. The swallow clenched his head, the hum vibrated deeply and, of course, the sucking was to pull as much pre-cum onto her tongue as quickly as possible. The poor colt groaned as she threw as many tricks at him at the same time as she was able, finishing off with a long, slow slurp from base back to the tip lapping her tongue at the pre-spilling hole before popping her lips free.

He was throbbing, the whole length bouncing up with every beat of his heart, which must have been going into overdrive by now. She bit her lip on a giggle and turned around, swishing her rump under the length and letting her tail sweep over the top, dragging down off it again as she held it aside, presenting to a stallion that couldn't see her do it... ooh... this wink sent a shiver down her spine and dropped a little patter of juice onto the tiles beneath her.

She rubbed him between her cheeks just a little, slid away and let his bobbing, throbbing cock poke the wetness that spread from her lips. He grunted above her, tapping a hoof impatiently on the top of the box, before swinging his hips back just a little and trying to thrust. She let his thrust press against her, hard, threatening to break inside then and there, but that wasn't quite how she wanted. He pulled away again, a little further, and she moved with him so that his next semi-thrust pressed her lips apart and the very edges of his head found the soft meat within before he hit the wall of the box with his hips and could go no further.

He was panting now, she could hear it just getting a little ragged as he pulled back even further this time, until his cock was barely inside the box at all. Wanting to surprise him, she pushed her hips back too, and this time...

This time when he thrust in, he buried himself to the sheath inside her.

Her hooves threatened to curl inwards, her teeth ground a little and she couldn't tell whether her eyes were open or not. That... felt... amazing...

Now she didn't have to do anything more, she just kept her hole pressed against the hole of the box and that fresh, eager young stallion practically threw himself into the effort. Plunge after plunge, thrust after thrust, he pounded her, not like a lover, or a partner, but like an object.

Yes, like an object... all he could see was the box, she was just a toy, a plaything, a way to spill his seed... She found herself sinking down, her legs giving way a little, so she propped her buttocks on the wall and let her chin fall to the ground, feeling the angle change and loving it.

He was going like a hammer on hot iron, beating his hips into the box and she found her chin sitting in a puddle. The puddle. The seeping waterfall of semen from the last visitor had spread and pooled all over this side of the box and the smell of it was sharp and immediate.

Up above the grunts and pants were getting desperate, but she didn't notice, just that now he was pulling all the way out to the head and plunging it all the way back in with every stroke, because her mind zeroed in on the puddle of stallion spooge in front of her face.

She licked it. The thick taste on her tongue sent a shiver through her, made her squeeze down on that cock and try to lock it inside her, it made the stallion moan above her so she did it again. A long, thick lick through as much of the puddle as she could reach, momentarily pulling away from the wall and slipping back against it. She gasped at the timing as he slid completely out of her, but then shoved right back in with stunning ease, the juice on her tongue, rolling around her mouth, almost able to be chewed between her molars was half lost in the gasp, spilling to the floor.

She quickly licked again, trying to find the thickest, jelly-like lumps to mash with her tongue against the roof of her mouth and all the while she was being railed.

He knocked on the roof and, ignoring all her own warnings, she rammed her buttocks up against the wall and squeezed for all she was worth.

With a hearty groan he came, rod stiffening to completely rigid, practically lifting her up against the roof, head flaring and wedging itself deep, and the moment the first splash hit the sensitive flesh inside, she rippled in orgasm herself.

Long moments passed as this unexpected stud drowned her cervix in semen, hot insistent pumps that threatened to push open the seal and find her womb. She felt the unconscious squeezes inside her, pulling in waves to massage more and more seed from his length. Eventually though, she calmed enough to slump down, his member flopping free with the most lewd, wet sound she'd heard since... since last time she'd heard it.

As soon as his member retracted, she gathered herself enough to flip the hole closed again. It was enough. This would be enough for now.

Exiting when she could, moving around the screen carefully, just in case somepony else was actually there, and showering off was done in the absolute bliss of afterglow. And only when she went for the door did she catch a glimpse of who was going next; browned skin and a long dark mane, only one female that could be. The human. Good to know that some things didn't change, no matter the species.

But... if she didn't want to be outed as a visitor herself, then gossip about the other visitors was the first sacrifice she had to make. She headed home with a clear head for the first time in a week. She may be getting on in years, but sometimes you just had to scratch the itch.

"Hello honey, welcome back." Her wonderful husband gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before checking on the ovens, "Did you enjoy your spa date? You certainly have a spring in your step."

"Oh, it was just what I needed. Let me check on the little ones and I'll be right down to help you finish up for the day."

"Sure thing, sugar muffin." He assured her.

Of course, Pinkie had been keeping an eye on Pound and Pumpkin all day, as she usually did. But it was a good excuse to stop by the medicine cabinet for those helpful little pills. Didn't want to have to explain yet another foal to Carrot so soon, after all.

Author's Note

Annnnd... I couldn't help it. My first sub to my newly found group Glory Holes! Damn I'm so wet after writing this out...

For a lot of you, I say 'Ha!' you just fapped to Mrs Cake. For the rest of you crazy people, I just fulfilled a little bit of fantasy that you don't get to see enough of, you're welcome.

I'm not stopping with my other fics, just... look, glory hole stuff is my absolute fetish, I've only participated in a few and those times... they were some of the best sex I've had. Ever. So to find a group dedicated to them? I just had to contribute.

More to come!!

2 Hole (M/M Warning)

Yesterday was still fresh in his mind, he couldn't help it, he had to try.

Finding the back door had been easy, finding the little square one had been a little harder, but nothing was harder than he was on stepping inside and smelling the combined lust of the last three occupants before him.

In a small town where the females outnumbered the males, this was bound to have existed. He'd frequented every bar in town, found the only club and eventually had to ask a close friend. So to find out if it was true, he'd headed to the Ponyville Spa and... it was indescribable, really. There'd been a box at the back, behind the main bath in the male section, admittedly it was a small section... but there it had been. He'd watched as three stallions had used it in short succession. First one, then two holes had slid open and whoever had been inside had happily serviced the last two stallions at once.

Their hot, glistening shafts had been swallowed up by the box, and by its occupant, again and again until they tensed, and tensed... and tensed, before happily, lazily dismounting and making their way to the little showers, the ones probably put in for just this reason, before slipping back into the tub to soak. One of them was asleep already with a semi-erection floating free on the surface.

He had been covering his own since the first one had gotten a turn.

Then, the hole slid open again, and the knock reverberated softly through the room. Nopony else seemed to care, it was only the five of them and the fifth was leaving. So he felt no real shame in using it as a chance to explain his hefty log showing itself in the company of other males.

But as good as the hole had been... it wasn't really enough. Sure it had calmed his lust to the point where he could exit the baths without getting hard again from the free-swinging cocks on display, but he wanted... more.

And that's why he was here. Sliding open the hole and knocking twice, just as he'd heard yesterday.

He didn't even look to see who was approaching, he didn't want them to check the hole and see him, wow... his heart was going a mile a minute. But then it was here, a stallion's cock! It wobbled a little, not fully erect, probably only half-way there, but he guessed it might be even bigger than his own...

Remembering what had been done to him yesterday, he reached up and took it in his mouth. He took it... mmm, the taste! He'd never imagined that it could be like this. His tongue was moving on its own, lapping and licking, curling around the head and pressing against the shaft, it was delicious. Salty, musky, tasting a little of the hot bath water the owner had been sitting in, whoever the owner was... He didn't even know! A stallion, some stallion he didn't know, or maybe one he did know, had his cock in his mouth!

He felt his own cock bounce against his stomach, thumping like a colt learning what an erection was for the first time and finding that it ached for something to touch it... but he didn't touch. He brought his hooves up to caress the length that stiffened for him, that filled his mouth and dripped a sweet, salty, slimy drool onto his tongue. He swallowed it and felt himself jerk again.

His stallion was fully erect now and he pulled free to lash his tongue up and down the length, anywhere his hooves weren't pumping in slow motions he slurped, before going back to gobbling the head. It twitched in his mouth, a small spurt of pre on his tongue and he rolled it around, sucking to get the rest of it.

This was heaven! This was exactly what he'd dreamed of! His first stallion and there was nopony who could tell it was him, no need for the awkward, tentative steps to find out if another stallion felt the same way, no chance of rejection or ridicule for opening himself up... just complete abandon to anonymity.

He'd practiced, a little, he'd found himself a toy that was about the size he thought was average, around his own size, maybe a little bigger, and he'd tried to push it as far down his throat as he could, as far inside himself as possible from both ends actually, and he'd managed it well enough, so he was confident that he could do this now.

Taking a deep breath through his nose, and feeling himself throb once more at the stench of cock sweat, he opened wide and relaxed, pushing himself as far towards the hole as he could. It. Felt. Incredible. The slick, smooth flesh went over his tongue, past the point of no return and then down, down, down his throat, just an inch at a time, but filling, oh so filling.

It wasn't until he touched his nose to the tile around the hole that he realised he'd taken all of it. The entire length was twitching and trying to jerk inside his throat! It wasn't enough... more... he needed to make this complete before his stallion came and left him with nothing but a full stomach and an aching jaw.

He swallowed by accident and his stallion groaned, the cock swelling as if nearly there, making him panic a little. He slipped himself free of the thick, pulsing length and shuffled around. His partner must have heard him moving, because he pulled back in anticipation.

Spitting on his hoof, he massaged it quickly into the flesh of his rump, lubrication was key no matter how much foreplay had been done, and he then lined himself up.

Pressure... he pushed against the head that hung behind him. Nopony could complain about anal in a glory hole, it was entirely up to what the one in the box wanted to do, that's how it worked, but the stallion above him muttered something that sounded like, 'Ohh, you play that way, my favourite.' and he knew it would be okay. It helped him relax more, and, with a push from the stallion mounting him, his ring stretched completely and allowed entry.

He bit his hoof... so... good... the pain he'd felt the first time his toy had dug into him was a memory, the stretch was like nothing he'd ever felt, and the burn of hot flesh on his sensitive sphincter was a fire that begged to be stoked.

Slowly, just slowly for now, he rocked back and forth. He got used to the intruder within, the stretch feeling more and more natural as he went on. But he needed more, more and more and more, so he thrust a little harder. He pushed back, and back more with every thrust until his butt met tile and there was the odd tickle of sheath at his backside.

He'd done it. He'd done it! He'd taken a cock so far inside himself that the owner had been sheathed completely. He held it for a moment or two, flexing his ring around the very base just for fun, but his stallion grunted and knocked twice on the roof. He felt daring, so he knocked twice in return, which his stallion took as an 'okay' to start thrusting himself, just as he'd hoped it meant.

The long pull was fast, like taking a large dump, but the thrust in was slow, leisurely, relaxed. Another pull, fast and hard, leaving him empty and shuddering, followed by a second slow thrust. It was a little faster, but not by much, and made his tongue loll out in pleasure.

His stallion was a master, he must be, the roll of his hips and the oddly reversed pace of regular sex was perfect, he'd never imagined he could feel so hot, so sexy, so completely overwhelmed and dominated by a stallion, without feeling any guilt, any shame, nothing could hold him back except the desire for nopony to hear his moans.

As a tribute to how good he must be, he'd never slur his stallion by calling him quick, it was only a few, agonisingly pleasurable moments before he felt the flare. It was deep inside him at the time, although it slowly started to pull back, but it left fire in its wake. Thick ropes of semen, he felt every one land in the space his stallion's flare vacated, right up until it was pulling at the muscles of his hole, leaving only dribbles of that fiery white liquid now.

But his stallion wasn't done, he began to pull, the flare grinding against every edge at once, pulling and circling, tugging in sweet, painful ecstasy as it made slow bids for freedom.

He stretched, and stretched, the uppermost edge began to slide free and, with a pop, the whole head followed.

That's when he came. His own head flaring and his legs giving out, collapsing down on the floor and pressing his jerking member between his chest and the cold tiles, feeling it flood his fur with spurt after spurt after spurt of creamy release.

His insides were still aflame, the semen within feeling like a glow painted on his walls, his hole was trying to clench closed in the sudden absence of his beloved stallion cock, but every time the sensitive flesh managed to touch closed, it twinged in pleasure and opened up again for more...

Sadly, he only had time to lean up and plant a quick kiss on the mottled skin of his anonymous lover, before it was withdrawn. There was no way he'd be able to stand long enough to have a second, either, so he slid the plate home over the hole and let himself gasp and pant in the darkness.

* * *

Two days later he was looking for his favourite foods in the market when a familiar voice called him over. His good friend Macintosh.

"So, you uh... find everythin' okay?" The big stallion asked, pretending to be offering him an apple.

"Sure did." He grinned back, "Next time you're heading there, maybe we could, uh... meet up?" He tried his best at a conspiratorial wink.

"Next Tuesday fine for you?" The farm stallion winked back.

"Oh I'll be there." He confirmed, "Count on Caramel, they say."

He bought an apple and chewed it slowly as walked away, murmuring to himself as he cast glances back at the sturdy apple farmer, "You may not see me, but I'll be there for sure..."

Author's Note

Gah... I need a cold shower! This is too much fun!!

More to come, crazy people!

3 Hole (M/M/F Warning)

Straw, short for Strawberry. Shorter for Strawberry Picker. A name that had gotten her teased at school, but here it was completely normal.

It had been the most liberating, happy thing, adjusting to life in Ponyville after the whirlwind of events that saw her deposited stark naked in front of Princess Celestia during Day Court. Nobles had been scandalised, conspiracy theorists fainted away from sheer joy of a human of legend, guards had thrown their weight around, and eventually Princess Twilight had been asked to study the new arrival and see if she would fit in well and become a productive member of society.

As soon as she was on her feet, proverbially, things had been going spectacularly well. Her family had been farmers, so she wasn't averse to work, and she'd been taught to never take advantage of others kindness without repayment, so she took to the Ponyville work ethic like a duck to water.

After a good six months she'd even managed to get a fully functional bra out of Rarity, who had the funniest notions of what fashion could do for her curvaceous human. It felt wonderful to not have to wrap herself in cloth every day anymore, and the sudden difference in her apparent size was the fascination of more than a few stallions.

Oh yes, the stallions. There wasn't really a way to get around that fact.

She had been trying, really she had, to get closer with the stallions of her new home town. But there was something so deeply ingrained in her psyche about beastiality that she was having some real issues shaking it.

Luckily there was something that was helping to shake it quicker and quicker by the day. She was, completely, beyond her own control sometimes, horny.

Back home she'd discovered the joys of a boyfriend almost as soon as she was old enough. Backed by the fact that her breasts were C-cup bordering on D by age fourteen, still growing to be frank, and her preferred clothing being the shortest denims and thinnest shirts she could get away with. Boys loved a healthy working girl, even better when she was willing to flaunt what she had and was short enough that it looked almost out of proportion to the rest of her. Sex had been on her mind from the first time she'd found her daddy's porn stash at age fifteen... virginity wasn't a thing she really regretted losing.

Here in Ponyville, though, she was it. Humans didn't exist here, just her, so she'd tried day after day to comfort herself in a way that satisfied like a solid pounding from a man. The longer it went, though, the more attractive those stallions were starting to look.

Then, precisely four weeks ago today, Tuesday, she'd spotted one of the little mares... little, they were easily the size of her if they reared back, same body mass too, likely, but considering they were four-leggers, little. She'd seen the one with the cream coat and curly, pink-and-purple mane trying to sneak into a small side-street near the Spa. Trailing along, the mare was really acting sneaky, she watched her vanish into a door right in the mid-point of the alley.

Now, this wouldn't have been all that odd, ponies went where they wanted, but the way the mare'd been sneaking was just so... odd, that she couldn't help but follow.

Needless to say the box was an eye opener. She'd listened to the dirty sounds of sex for nearly an hour, not constantly, obviously the mare had to wait for different stallions to come along, but there it was, nearly an hour of sex and four climaxes from her own fingers later, that mare had come out of the box stinking of semen and her face dopey from satisfaction, showered in a little cubicle, and left without saying a word to her.

That day was the first time she'd sampled stallion cock. Not sex, just pleasured a couple with her mouth and hands, which seemed to excite them a lot, maybe that had been a mistake since hands were so rare here in Ponyville that her two callers had probably guessed who was in the box... but she couldn't stop.

She was fine with stallions now, beastiality be damned, this was sex the way it was supposed to be! Guilt free, no-strings-attached, and hot as the Princess' Sun.

Today, then, was her seventeenth visit. She obviously didn't go every day, nor was she so horny that she needed to, but the experience was so freeing to her that there'd been no need for any other kind of relationship in her days. Go to work on the farmland, Golden Harvest was a great boss, meet her friends in the afternoon, or for lunch, Fluttershy and Discord were her favourite to visit if she and they had the time, and then it was either home for a meal, reading and bed, or to the box for a solid shafting and then the food, read and bed.

She didn't even try to sneak, to hide herself from the ponies she passed, just breezed on through the market, around the Spa, and in through the door as if she had every right to be there. It was the best way to make ponies ignore you.

The square door, however, was occupied, and the waiting curtain was drawn across it. This didn't, however, stop her from seeing who else was waiting their turn on this side of the curtain.

A young stallion. Well, well... Not many of those came to the box, and it was a shame too, he could be on the receiving end of her hands today, but instead he was taking his turn as a hole himself. At least she knew him, and that could make this interesting...

"Good afternoon, Caramel." The little stallion jumped.

"Ah, Straw! I'm- wouldja- I- uh- I mean-" He panicked and couldn't make a sentence, it was cute.

She giggled and reached out a hand to ruffle his mane affectionately, "You taking a turn?"

"I... yeah..." He hung his head, his face falling and all anticipation for it seemed to be gone. Poor guy, she hadn't meant to make him feel ashamed.

But how to cheer him up? Nopony, and nobody, liked to be outed on their sexuality by another, it was something they should volunteer. But... thinking about it, she knew for a fact that Caramel had used the hole himself. He'd been the one to use it right before she got in last week! Which meant he was open to other ideas too... Oh... this was going to be fun!

"You, uh, wanna go in together?" She offered.

His head jerked up and his eyes stared straight into hers, "T-t-t-t-to-t-t-to-" She pinched her hand over his mouth and gave him an embarrassed look,

"Sorry, if you don't want to, I guess that's fine... Just wanted to know if you were up for it."

Caramel shook his muzzle free with a "No!" Which made her flinch, "I mean, no, I'd just... never thought about going in with somepony else before... how would that even... I... I guess we could try?" His little face was adorable!

"Well, how's about... We open both holes, you pick a side and I'll take the other. But when you want a little action yourself, why don't I help you with that?"

"H-help?" He looked at her a little askance.

"Yeah, he does you, you do me and both of us get to do the one on the other side together!" His eyes lit up a little in genuine curiosity, "Haven't you ever wondered what a mounting a human would be like?"

His eyes roved over her body, so, to tip the scales in her favour, she started to strip for him. The thin top was first, bra second, to let her much-loved chest mountains hang free. Rarity had measured her, and by her own remembered sizing chart she had grown even since coming here, to a rather appreciated E-cup, her toned, petite body making them seem positively enormous. Caramel watched them swing and jiggle like any first-timer, not sure what to do with them, but loving them all the same. Then she stood a little to shimmy her shorts down, the joys of going commando had faded to the simple utility of not having to buy panties after a few months, but now was coming back a little as Caramel took a deep sniff at the suddenly-released aroma.

His cock head had drooped out of his sheath enough to touch the floor, and he'd obviously only just noticed since he jumped a little at the contact. Then he jumped again as the door unlatched and the current occupant made her exit.

"Shall we?" She proposed, scooping her clothes into her shoulder bag and pushing them to one side where they wouldn't be noticed.

"Yeah." He nodded, a little dazed.

She crawled in first, squeezing up into the corner to allow him to enter, then reaching past him to lock the door. Together they slid the holes open and his hoof knocked.

He gasped, obviously seeing somepony he was interested in, and immediately made to switch sides, his hoof nearly scraped her skin in his hurry, but she wiggled around and made room. When she was settled again the stallions made their entrance.

Her side was a cock she knew, pink and brown mottled and belonging to one of the pegasus weather team, but on Caramel's side was a cock of brutal poportions, black and pink with a solid six inches extra length on the one she was moving towards. Brave boy, that Caramel.

Together they began ministering their stallions. She stopped paying attention to Caramel at all as she worked the shaft in front of her. Her hands went to work up and down, rippling along the length in the way that made males groan in pleasure, before shoving her mouth at it and circling the head with her tongue.

A lot of mares liked to suck, apparently, and it was fun, but she liked to lick. She liked to slather spit from one end of a penis to the other and back again, coating each inch, both sides, the top and the bottom alike with shiny, slick saliva. Her hands could then squeeze as she worked up and down, no longer stroking, but pumping from sheath to medial ring with one, ring to head with the other. By alternating speeds and timing, no stallion could resist moaning aloud and trying to thrust, only to find that her uneven rhythm was better than their own.

She jammed her lips onto the head, tongue working all over it, tracing the ridge that would become the flare, probing the hole at the end and exploring the thick taste of pre that welled from within, then back once more to slather the whole length with her dripping mouth, drooling over the smooth, veined length as if trying to dissolve it into her hands.

There was a grunt behind her, knocking her forwards and accidentally grazing her teeth along the shaft, she worried that the stallion would have been hurt, but her lubrication turned the sharp graze into a gliding nibble, pleasure... she'd have to remember that. Behind her, Caramel was turning around, having to lift himself up over her to try and get in position.

This was exactly what she'd been waiting for! She ducked herself against the tile floor and edged sideways until he was forced to step up and over her back, straddling her back and facing the throbbing, dripping penis she'd just left for him. When he then started to slide back, rocking his body, she knew he was forcing that stalagmite of a cock inside himself.

Her back was being moistened too, the top of Caramel's cock was being dragged downwards along her; in a few moments it had slid off and down the crack of her arse. That was her cue, she got to her hands and knees, pushing her body up into his, feeling the warm, sweaty fur of his coat and the tingling slap of his cock jerking up underneath her.

It was a simple matter to lean forwards and reach back, guiding his length to her sopping mess of a hole. It was one thing to visit the box, it was entirely another to have a stallion actually mount her, and it only served to make her drool out of both ends.

Caramel was engrossed, she could feel his body starting to rock as his huge stallion started to pump in and out, but he wasn't being stingy. He was lapping the tip of the stallion she'd left behind, trying to gobble it a little whenever he was pushed towards it by the thrusts in his rear.

She took the chance and braced her hips, waiting for the thrust to push him again, then felt him slip inside, just a little, and press against every sensitive spot that lay within those first few centimeters.

His hoof curled around her barrel and made her shudder... this was a stallion, he held her close, and so she rewarded his gentle embrace by pressing herself down his shaft until he was buried as deep as she could take him. It wasn't as far as she'd like, sadly she just wasn't as deep as pony females, but she knew that a solid chunk of nearly twelve inches of stallion meat was currently being ground into her body by the thrusts of another stallion.

Sliding her knees out a little made it easier, and she started to flex. The thrusts from behind Caramel were getting harder, jolting the cock back and forth inside her and the only thing that kept her from climax right then and there was shifting her balance enough that she could reach forwards and help Caramel out with the other stallion, who was being sorely teased by Caramel's head-only assault.

They rocked together with the thrusts of that huge rod embedded into Caramel, the twinges of pain that she felt at having her cervix prodded soon melded into the pleasure of being so damn full, and her hands gripped the second member in front of her, finding her a-rhythmic pace along the length once more.

The smaller cock started to throb at her ministrations, Caramel's body was being shoved back and forth like a toy as his partner started to really cut loose, and she felt her own climax starting to mount higher and higher, threatening to break through and break her completely.

Tremors ran up the cock in her hands, Caramel latching onto it with his lips and groaning into the head as she watched it swell up and fill his maw. She pulled her hands up the shaft in time with its pulses, trying to milk each spurt as it shot once, twice, three times, four, five... Caramel's lip seal failed and the load started to dribble out of him and down the shaft to her hands. She took one and licked the thick load, savouring the taste of clean stallion semen.

With a gasp, he let go, the stallion pulling free and dragging his softening member out of the hole, which she reached up to close. Now she could really concentrate on what was going on within her. The bigger stallion was thumping long, powerful thrusts against the box, not fast, but so deep and strong inside Caramel that she could feel the stallion's stomach bulging against her back with each one.

In response Caramel's own cock was being jammed again and again inside her depths, pushing and pushing against the barrier she knew shouldn't be pushed, except...

She timed it as best she could and braced back, pushing against the thrust and feeling, with the most painful pleasure she'd ever felt, the head of Caramel's dick drive into her cervix, pushing the folds apart and invading deeper than anything had dared to go since she'd abortively tried tampons.

That was obviously too much for him, he tensed, the flare expanded and she had to stifle her scream with both hands as it did so in that place, before the first... wonderful gout of sperm flushed into her womb. Her orgasm was intense, ripping her hands free and making her nearly slam her head to the ground, before arching her back into Caramel's chest. She tensed all through her body, again and again. But it didn't even start to trail off after those initial spasms, it got stronger.

She couldn't scream anymore, there was no breath, her mouth hung open and her hands flapped like fish against the ground. Spurt after deep spurt gurgled inside her, filling, seeming to inflate her. She pressed a shaking hand to her stomach to see if she really was inflating, only to find that she could feel the length of him through the flesh as it twitched and gushed more scalding liquid into her. She wasn't blowing up like a balloon, no, but the contractions of her muscles were still making her tense and arch again and again.

Her orgasm lasted as long as his did, it seemed, until she heard a knock above them on the box ceiling, and Caramel tensed again, she felt the solid thump of the stallion bottoming out inside her new friend's hole, and heard the long, high-pitched keen as Caramel bit his lip to stop from screaming.

Caramel's cock tensed and twitched yet again, not as deep inside her this time, and the stretching she'd gone through before leaving her only pleasure as it happened again, the flare pried her open and Caramel's second load gushed forth. She kicked her toes against the ground as her own climax juddered her up and down on his pulsing member, she was probably gasping, probably drooling, maybe even laughing a little in the sheer pleasure of this second, whole-body pulsing orgasm.

* * *

She woke up when Caramel started using the shower to try and flush his semen out of her. It was a warm, gentle sensation that brought steady tingles with it, instead of sexual pleasure.

He met her eyes briefly and blushed, placing the shower head down long enough to say "Sorry, Miss Straw, you passed out."

"No trouble," She replied groggily, "thanks for cleaning me up."

He blushed again and went back to rinsing her off.

When they were done, her legs shaking a little, but holding, she pulled her clothes back on and made for the door. Before she left, though, she turned and knelt down next to Caramel, folding her arms around him in a hug.

"We should do this again sometime." She planted a kiss on his muzzle,

"Uh, sure. I'd like that. But... maybe not for a little while, I'm still awful sore." He blushed to the tips of his ears.

"Well, how about the next time that big stud of yours comes to play? We could take turns." She dropped him a wink and ruffled his mane again.

"Now that you can count on." He grinned back.

Author's Note

Hnng... my Caramel... I want to make him mine!

Anyway, enough for now, more later. Catch you then, crazy people!