A little find

The human woke up with a start. It was pitch-dark around, save for a faint green light emanating from the alarm clock on the bedside table, and for a moment, he lay frozen still, silently staring into the invisible ceiling.

There was something heavy, fuzzy, and very, very hot squirming under the blankets on top of his stomach.

“H-hey,” came the familiar voice, slightly muffled. “Good morning, I guess.”

There was something very distinctly off about her tone; too strained; too shaky; too stiff; as if the pony behind it was dangerously close to breaking down.

“Don’t worry,” she continued, breathing heavily. “I-I got this.”

Her breath caught, and before he could say anything, the human felt something wet and soft squishing against the head of his member, already erect and angled towards his belly. Where and when did he lose his briefs, he didn’t know - and, frankly, didn’t care.

With a muted grunt, he flinched, hips jerking upward against the touch. The little thrust was enough to make the tiny pony yelp and fall face forward onto his body, breaking the intimate contact.

For a few very quiet moments, neither of them moved. He stared into the darkness, feeling her warm breath fall heavily onto his skin in short, irregular gasps. Barely noticeable, her tense little body shook against his.

“Al-alright.” She propped herself up under the covers. “Alright. Let me… Let me try this again.”

“Wait…” He put his hand on the pony over the fabric, voice hoarse with sleep. “I don’t… You don’t have to do this right now.”

“But I’ll have to!” she snapped, throwing her head up from under the blanket. In the greenish dark, he could barely make out the outline of her face and a ruffled mane.

“If not right now, then later, but I’ll have to do it, right? Because that’s what I’m here for, aren’t I?” Her voice broke off.

“...Yes,” after a short pause, came the answer.

“Yeah. Yeah. Exactly. Because that was the deal.” She shook her mane back, huffing a strand of hair out of her face. “You did your part - I’m alive and fed, thank you very much - and now I have to do mine, and I’d rather get it over with as soon as possible than wait for you to deign to decide that for me. That is, if you don’t exactly mind.” Her tail swished agitatedly, brushing against his erection. “And I’m pretty sure that right now, you don’t.”

After a pause, he silently took his hand away. She glared at him for another moment, before taking a deep breath and disappearing back under the blanket.

Damn it. She bit into her foreleg and screwed her eyes shut, pushing back tears. Had to get a hold of yourself. Had to keep it together, before provoking the human any further, before making it any worse. Because it wasn’t all that bad right now, no, no, not at all. After all, the human was nice to her, sort of, and, and she was in control, kind of... Yeah. Right now was okay. Right now was fine. And if she can just, if she can just calm down, and do her job...

Everything will be fine.

She let her breath out, laying down on top of his body. Right. Her job. The size difference was still a problem, and all she accomplished earlier with her blind poking was getting herself unnecessary excited, as well as waking the human up - neither of which seemed to help. It wasn’t going in, and she was already winded trying to maneuver herself around with a single hoof.

So instead she propped herself up one more time, and slid all the way down along his frame until she was between his legs facing her target.

The smell was the strongest there. The heat, too, radiating off of his body and filling what little space there was under the covers, but it was the smell that hit her in a wave powerful enough to make her head spin and body tingle. Not exactly nice or pleasant, it was so much sharper and so much richer compared to the scent of stallions she was used to, that she just couldn’t seem to get enough of it. Without thinking, she wrapped her hoof around the shaft’s base and brought it closer, pressing her muzzle against the skin and inhaling the strong musk.

It took a strong throb from the length in her hoof and a groan from the human himself to snap her back to her senses. She jerked away with her face burning red, panting heavily. That… That wasn’t what she was here for, she had to remind herself. It wasn’t about her or her own pleasure; it never was.

She closed her eyes for a moment, collecting herself.

Then she got her mouth full of saliva before sticking out her tongue and giving his member a long, wide, wet lick all the way up from the base to the very top.

Quiet or not, he shuddered all over at the touch, once again throbbing in her grasp. A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth - yeah, they were pretty similar after all, humans and stallions. And if so… She could work with it.

Holding onto the shaft she brought herself up, planting a serie of soft little licks and kisses to the tip before circling her head around, properly bathing the sensitive flesh with her tongue. The taste, with a hint of her own flavor, was every bit just as strong and rich and sharp, sending waves of rolling heat from her tastebuds all the way to her nethers, and she couldn’t stop herself from collecting a few more of the savory drops appearing from her efforts - before wrapping her lips around the head and pressing down, hard.

Even thoroughly drenched, it wasn’t getting in any easier. She squeezed her eyes shut as the tears came; at the thickest part it was wider than her muzzle, and she could feel her teeth scraping against the flesh. Slowly, painfully, it pried her mouth open inch by agonizing inch, before finally with a last pang of pain through her jaw the bulb popped past the teeth, resting on her pinned down tongue.

She allowed herself another pause, breathing heavily through her nose and feeling the tears streaming down her face. It was fine. Big, yes, alien, yes… But it was fine. She could take it.

Reaching just a little bit further down, her lips formed a snug seal around his girth, trapping the very tip in the warm wetness of her mouth. The tight fit didn’t allow much room for movement, but she did her best, slipping and sliding her slick tongue against the sensitive underside while slowly stroking the shaft with her hoof. The human rocked his hips softly in rhythm with her, his hand again on her head over the cloth, gently guiding her closer. She took the hint, pressing her body in and shifting up and down against the burning hot skin, hugging his pulsing member tighter for support. Soon it would be over - already she could feel his sack twitching, buried in the fine fur of her belly, and each further stroke and lick and caress pushed him closer and closer to the edge, closer and closer, and closer, and closer, and… closer, and…

Something wasn’t right. She was running out of breath, and her hoof was getting sore, and her jaw hurt more and more with each passing second, and yet she still, still couldn’t get him to come. As she felt her lungs burning up with pain, she started to panic. Why was it taking so long? It never took more than a minute before. Was she doing something wrong? Was there something she didn’t know? Do humans even-- She wasn’t-- She couldn’t--

With the last of her strength she pulled up, forcefully yanking his member out of her mouth and drawing a deep breath. She could feel her head spinning, blood pumping feverishly in her ears. Okay. Okay. It was fine. She just, needed to ask him. In a moment. As soon as the ringing stops, she’d ask him everything, and it’ll all be f--

She didn’t get to finish that thought as the grip on her head tightened and with the sudden force she was pushed violently back down. The shaft hit her, pressing onto her lips for a moment before forcing her jaw wide open and slamming into the back of her throat. She made a quiet choking sound, her eyes popping out of her head, and threw her hoof forward against the human. He paid no mind to the barely noticeable push as he picked the pace, steadily pumping his hips up and down with her head held firmly in place and the rest of her body shaking with every powerful thrust. She batted at him until her hoof gave out, and then went limp in his grasp, tears running down her cheeks and falling in cold drops onto the human.

He abruptly stopped. As the pressure was gone from her head the pony weakly pulled away, trying to dislodge herself from him - but the moment later his hand was there again, this time firmly grabbing her mane under the covers and once again ruthlessly shoving her down. His other hand pressed between her wings, pushing her whole frame against his crotch, and he resumed his thrusting with renewed vigor, stroking the underside of his length across her fur while ramming the tip against the roof of her mouth time and time and time again.

He never said a word. Only his low, guttural grunts and growls were filling the room, along with the pony’s choking, strangling noises muffled by the heavy fabric. She wasn’t struggling anymore, only sucking in precious breaths of thick air between the thrusts. Strings of saliva mixed with pre escaped from the corners of her mouth, dribbling down his shaft and leaving dark stains on her fur.

He sped up his movements, pressing the pony harder still into his groin, stroking himself feverishly with her body as if it was a soft fuzzy rag. His thrusts became erratic, rapid jerks, as his breath quickened and he hunched forward over her form, nearly threatening to crush her. Then, finally, with a quiet moan and the last forceful thrust of his hips he shoved her head as far down as he could and peaked.

Her bloodshot eyes shot open when the throbbing head buried in her mouth swelled up, stretching her jaw beyond reason, and the first load hit the back of her throat instantly bulging her cheeks out. She jerked reflexively, only for the hand on the back of her head to firmly keep her down, making sure she takes the next one in full, and the third, and the fourth, and she gagged and coughed around his flesh as his sticky seed poured down her throat and shot out of her nose and leaked from her lips.

Then it was over. With a satisfied sigh he lay back, letting go of the pony, who slowly slid off his softening member, slick with spit and semen. A few moments passed before she moved, weakly gasping for air and coughing up white. Grasping at the sheets with her good hoof and trembling all over, she crawled out from under the covers to the edge of the bed, and went quiet.

A minute later the human was up, humming a lively little tune while rummaging in the dark for his clothes. He found his underwear, lying on the floor nearby. He grabbed his pants from the chair and put them on, buckling the belt around his waist. He picked up his glasses and breathed on the lenses, carefully rubbing them with a handkerchief before placing them on his nose. He threw on his shirt and buttoned it up. He tucked the shirt into his pants.

Then he looked over at the pony.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” he said. “Do you need to clean yourself up?”

She winced at the sound of his voice.

“I… Wha…?” She raised her head and stared blankly at the dark silhouette, jaw hanging limp.

“Do you need to clean yourself up?” he repeated the question.

“Y-yeah.” The pony nodded shakily, struggling to get the words out. “Yeah, I do. Pwe-- Please.”

He carefully picked up her little form, soaked through with sweat and still shivering, and stepped out of the room into the unlit corridor. They walked in silence. It was perfectly dark; the pony couldn’t see the human’s face hovering mere inches above her, and the distant ringing in her ears concealed the quiet sound of his steps. His tender embrace, as he held her close to his chest, felt like a strange, cruel joke. Maybe if he’d hit her instead, she thought. Maybe if he’d hit her and yelled at her and insulted her then it would’ve made sense. It would’ve been miserable, and scary, but it would’ve made sense, and instead he was polite and quiet and gentle and cold and she just felt wronged so profoundly inside that she couldn’t even tell what was real and what wasn’t anymore. How long have they been walking? She felt a dull stupor settle over her, numbing the senses; it was like they weren’t even walking anymore; like she was merely floating through the endless darkness, surrounded by a fantasy of a creature never existent; like it was all, after all, just a bad dream. Maybe she was still there in that alley, her brain hallucinating as her body bled out onto the cold ground. Or maybe, she was already dead, and that was the inexplicable and unfathomable afterlife, and she would swim like that through the void forever and ever and ever...

Then there was light. She shielded her eyes against the sharp brightness as the human carried her into the bathroom. When she blinked the pain away she found herself sitting in the oversized sink, with the thin stream from the faucet splashing against the enamel nearby. Without second thought she pulled closer, getting under the tepid water. Washing the smell and dirt off her body. The taste out of her mouth. The soreness out of her muscles.

Some of it, anyway.

Still, the shower actually made her feel a little better, clearing up some of the confusion and hurt fogging her mind. She tried to remember when was the last time she had an opportunity to properly wash herself with her own hoof. It was all the way back then, in the previous life, before the human got to save her from it. She recalled the human giving her the choice to return when they first talked. Could she still go back there now? Could she go back to her world?

Did she want to?

The fact that she couldn’t give an immediate answer even now left her with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

She poked her head out of the sink, leaning onto its edge. Clean walls with a simple pattern. Empty shelves, save for a glass with a toothbrush and a piece of soap. A single beige towel on a holder. Another dull, soulless, and so very, very real room.

The human was there, standing by the toilet and relieving himself without a care in the world.
Something about this scratched at her mind. Oh, right. He never really cared if she was here or not, didn’t he.

“It’s smaller than I thought,” she blurted out without thinking, unsure if to hurt him or get his attention.

“Hmm?” he looked up at her, then down again. “Oh. It’s about average for humans, actually,” he said. “Though I can see how it’s much smaller proportionally when you compare it to an animal’s.”

Her ear twitched. Animal’s.

Finished with his business, he stepped closer, running the water into the tub. Up close, he looked brighter and more lively than she'd ever seen him before, even wearing a slight smile and humming another little tune. She felt like throwing up.

“So, that’s… That’s it, isn’t it?” she asked as he washed his face under the stream. “You... Use me like, like a cumrag, and then… Then you just…”

“Sorry?” he turned the water off to look at the pony. “Did you say something?”

“No.” She looked away. “It’s nothing.”

He nodded, as if it was all the answer he needed. Then, after drying himself with a towel, he picked the unresisting pony up from the sink and stepped towards the exit.

“Wait,” she said, without looking up.

He stopped and raised a brow at her.

“I… I need to go.” She glanced at the toilet. “Put me down? Please?”

“Of course.”

Getting down on one knee, he carefully sat her down at the far edge of the seat, against the raised lid. Then he got up, brushed some nonexistent dust from his pants, and seated himself on the bathtub edge, leaning forward and settling his gaze on the pony.

For a moment, she stared back in confusion. Then her expression fell.

“Is that…” she helplessly looked around, the stumps of her hindlegs pressed tightly together. “Is that another thing you want? To watch me... do that? Really...?” Her voice cracked with despair.

“Yes,” he said calmly.

“But I can’t go like this,” she stared into the water below. “I… I can’t, I… can’t, please, you’ve already… Please…” Her voice trailed off.

“That’s odd,” he said. “I was under the impression you had fully recovered, and was ready to use the facilities normally. Are you telling me I was wrong? Do you want to go back on catheter, then?”

“No,” she said hollowly after a pause, her wet mane hanging down to hide her face. “I’ll do it. I’ll do it, alright.”

Slowly, she spread her legs open and grabbed her tail over her back, getting it out of the way. The human glanced down, his expression unreadable, before returning his eyes to her pale, vacant face.

There were silence. Droplets of water from her mane slowly dripped into the bowl.

“I can’t,” she finally breathed out, cuddling her tail to her chest. “I just… can’t, okay? S-Shy bladder. It’s not going to work unless you stop staring.”

“Oh.” He looked thoughtful for a second. “That’s unfortunate.”

He lowered himself to the floor, sitting on his heels before the toilet. The pony glanced up to meet his stare, his face mere inches away from hers, and quickly looked away.

“You see, I don't want you to misunderstand. I'm not particularly into... something like that. But..." He reached out with his hand as the pony shrank back. “I can't really have you say no to me, no matter what it is. I do hope you understand.”

She flinched at the touch as he firmly placed the palm of his hand onto her belly.

“So let's fix that, shall we? Start by driving a deep breath,” he instructed. The pony didn't react, wide eyes staring helplselly at his hand and panting quietly.

“I said, draw a deep breath.” He raised his voice ever so slightly. The pony winced and inhaled sharply.

“Good. Now exhale - and hold your breath, until I allow otherwise.”

She sat there, hiding her face in her tail and not breathing, while the human gently massaged her stomach just above the pubic bone without ever looking away. Her chest and the tips of her ears burned bright red under her fur as her nipples painfully stood out, grazing against his palm with every stroke. She trembled and squirmed as he pressed harder, kneading the soft flesh, and she could feel the nearly bursting fullness shift rhythmically inside her, sparking tingles of agonizing pleasure all over her nethers. And yet she still couldn’t find release - even as the aching pressure grew absolutely unbearable, even as her lungs screamed for air, even as her mind was going blank with pain and shame and an overwhelming need to let it all out, she still couldn’t--

The human stuck his finger deep into her sex and sharply pressed up.

A jolt of lightning pierced her core and the pony exploded, sucking in a sharp gasping breath as her back arched in a mind-numbing spasm. Every muscle in her body clenched as she shook and gulped for air, convulsing around the digit still firmly lodged inside her. With every contraction, a jet after jet of sexual fluids shot out of her along with a warm yellowish stream, both mixing and flooding the human’s hand before trickling over into the bowl. He never let go, caressing a little ribbed bump on her inner wall and pressing down onto her tensed belly for all the while she was riding her orgasm.

When it was over, she lay limp against the lid, shivering and sobbing quietly into her tail. Dark matted fur of her rump glistened with moisture, occasional heavy drops trickling down her thigh.

The human stood above her, wiping his hands with a towel. He seemed unfazed by the pony’s crying, silent and expressionless as usual.

For some reason, he avoided looking down, instead thoroughly examining the tiled wall before him until his hands were dry.

The pony never let go of her tail, hugging it to her chest and hiding her face inside even as the human picked her up, dried her with a towel, and carried her back to the bed. He laid her down and went back to the door, flipping a switch to turn on the lamps. Under the sharp white light, a little quivering ball of disheveled fur on his sheets looked especially alien in the otherwise clean, orderly room.

Eventually, the pony stopped sobbing. Even though it took her a few minutes to quiet down, she knew the human was still there, in the room, standing still like a statue and staring at her, as usual. She didn’t mind. As long as she didn’t have to talk, or think, or feel anymore, she didn’t mind. She lay there and waited for him to go away.

Instead she heard his steps getting close.

“Say,” he said. She could tell he was towering over her, casting a shadow over her whole body. “Say, what happened back there, in the bathroom…”

Her ear twitched. His voice sounded… weird. Almost unsure.

“Does it… Does it upset you?”

After a pause, she moved, propping herself up with a hoof and sitting upright to look at the human. Behind the thin strands of mane falling on her face, her eyes held more disbelief than anything else.

“‘Upset me’?” she echoed hoarsely. “‘Upset ’ me? Are you even… Do you even…” A hiccup of laugh burst out of her chest mixed with another sob as she looked away, shaking her head. “Goddesses help me, he must be serious…” she muttered under her nose before turning to look back up at him, eyes glowing with hatred. “What the everloving hell is so damn wrong with you, you heartless monster? I mean-- I mean, have you ever freaking seen yourself? You’re like, you're like what, five, ten times my size and-and-and you still force me to be your… your…” She threw up her hoof. “What the fuck even I am to you? A teddy bear with a hole? A pet you can fuck? Both?! I KNOW I DON’T LOOK LIKE MUCH, BUT I’M A PERSON, GODDESSES DAMN YOU!” she screamed out, slamming her hoof down on the bed. “Even the fuckers who screwed me back in that dumpster of an alleyway at least treated me as some kind of a pony, not just a thing, while you, you-- You nearly fucked my head off as if it was nothing, for fuck’s sake!”

She paused to catch her breath, before continuing in a quieter tone, her voice shaking:

“And as if that wasn’t enough… As if toying with my feelings to the point where I never know just what the fuck to expect of you anymore wasn’t enough, wasn’t fucked up enough, you decide to trample on what little bit of privacy I had left and shove it into my face just how much you own me together with all my bodily functions? What will you want next? A sneeze down your throat? A spit on your limp dick? Would that turn you on? Ah? Would it, you sick, fucking, freak!?”

There was no answer. She pulled back, deflating visibly and once again just looking so very tired.

“So yeah,” she nodded. “Yeah, it does ‘upset’ me. It disgusts me. You disgust me.” She spit out the last words, glaring straight into the human’s lifeless little eyes.

He listened to her entire tirade without moving a muscle. He barely even blinked, as he stared blankly back at the pony. Even as she finished, he didn’t say anything at first, motionlessly watching as she struggled to stay upright.

When he finally started to speak, there was a hard, cold glint in his eyes that the pony had never seen before.

“Well,” he said slowly and clearly, accentuating every word. “That’s too bad, then. Because, for as long as you live here, it’s not as if you have any choice.”

Having uttered the last word, he turned around and walked out of the room, with a loud click shutting off the lights.