Roses And Thorns

"It's lube."

Cork shook his head. "That doesn't look like lube...."

I nodded and sat down behind the dragon tongue dildo sitting on the towel. "Hey, you wanted this. Be glad I didn't break out the mare panties."

Cork's face was precious, meek and worried, his hooves knocking together softly as he stepped in place. "Um, this isn't what I agreed on."

I nodded slowly. "You wanted sex...I warned you plenty of times, now are you gonna sit and let me have some fun, or are you gonna bitch out and find a hotel?" I smiled at him wide. "Your move, bingo."

Cork took a deep breath, his right hoof still scratching at the carpet slowly. "I'm bigger than that...."

I nodded. "Oh I know, I started you off small. It's also pretty squishy, nice and wiggly in your ass." I felt my stomach heat up. "Nice long tongue in your ass, all wet and slippery."

I watched Cork's face turn from afraid to horrified, his eyes wide, his body trembling. "I don't think I want to do this!"

I shrugged. "Okay." I sat back, my legs shot out like a V. "Beds are in the foyer still, I'll stay in here for the night."

Cork frowned at me. "But, I slept really good last night...it was all warm and--"

"Adorable." I leaned forward, the dildo poking my bare chest. I propped myself up with my wrists. "I actually slept pretty well too. You drooled on my hair, but hey, warm sleep is always worth it, right?"

Cork crossed his back legs, his cock peeking out slightly. "Can't we just, I don't know, do normal stuff?"

I shrugged. "This is pretty normal for me."

Cork trotted quickly with his forelegs. "So, I can stay if I don't do this?"

I shrugged. "Until your sister gets here, sure."

Cork frowned at me. "But, you're really not going to go with me if I don't do this?"

I shook my head. "I'm not looking for squishy huggy coltfriend, I have Blueblood for my squsihy hug friend, even if he doesn't like it." I smiled. "No, you want to stick around, you're gonna put out."

"That's fine! I'm offering!" Cork stomped his hooves. "I'd love that! What I don't love is having a cock up my ass!" He shook his head like a rearing stallion. "I don't want it up my ass!"

I laughed softly. "That was really horse, give a little whinny."

Cork stomped the carpet. "Stop it! Be serious!"

"I am!" I sat back and held my arms out. "There's the bed in the entry! But you're still standing here."

Cork lowered his head, his deep red mane spilling over his neck. "You were gonna use your hand things...right? I've been with a griffon once, back when I visited Ponyville. It was pretty...weird."

"Good weird." I leaned back, my hands scratching the carpet behind my back. "Always good weird with griffons--"

"But humans are soft! I know, I mean look at--"

I slapped the carpet. "Are you gonna sit on my fake dick or not?"

Cork scratched the carpet. "I thought it was a tongue--"

I threw my hands up. "You did--"

"But I don't want jelly in my ass!" He ran up to me and stomped his hooves like a little filly. "Please!"

I stared at him and leaned in, pressing my nose against his own, cold to the touch. "I'm not making you do anything." I wiggled my nose against his. "Do something."

Cork narrowed his eyes. "Oh I will--"

My stomach churned as he stepped over me. My skin burned, muscles tightened up as I swung my arm up into his chest. "Back up!"

Cork took the hit hard and scrambled back. "Oi!" He pressed his hoof against where his neck met his chest. "Ow! Why!?"

I felt myself twitch. "Don't! Don't threaten me okay! Just don't!" I hugged myself and curled my legs against my chest. "That's not okay...."

Cork's face flashed from anger to confusion, his face going from a thick bitter frown to a soft simpering one. "But you're--"

I shook my head and rested my forehead against my knees. "No...I don't force things." I grimaced, unseen. "Don't joke about that." I felt queasy. "It's not okay."

Cork stepped up to me. "Hey, you alright?" He scratched the carpet near my toes. "Marylin?"

I took a deep breath. "Just go, go sleep, you can stay and all that, just go." My voice was quick and quiet. "Just go."

I could smell the soap on my bra. "Em? ... You alright? ... Is this because of the dildo--"

"No." I shook my head, nuzzling deep into my knee. "It's not your fault. Just go."

"Em? Hey? Hey?" I felt something tap against my back. "You--"

I jerked upright. "Don't touch me!" I pushed him back. "Don't!"

Cork jumped back. "Hey! Hey...sorry--"

I shook my head, my eyes burning. "Just go--"

"Just tell me what I did!" Cork sat down. "Please, I didn't--"

"I said it wasn't you!" I pulled my legs up against my chest. "I told you it wasn't you now go!" I pointed to the door, still holding myself in a tight ball. "Go! Fucking get out!"

Cork stared at me. "No...." He stood up. "Just tell me what happened?"

I shook my head. "No. Door's over there."

Cork shook his head and walked up before me. "Tell--"

"I'll throw you out on the street!" I looked up at him, he was standing right before me, staring down at me. "I will fucking shoot you! I have a gun--"

Cork turned around and sat down behind the dildo, his back pressed against my knees. "Tell me what happened."

I took a deep breath, my body trembling as he leaned back against my shins. "You saw it! I will kill you!"

Cork wiggled his way between my legs, back pressed against my chest. "Tell me what I did--"

I started shaking my head as the warm pony flattened out against my chest and stomach. "You don't fucking get it! You don't--" I reached out and pulled him against my, my head met his and I lost my vision in his red mane. "You just don't get it...." He was warm, his hair thick. "Don't pretend like you get it."

Cork sighed loudly and tried to shift his forelegs over my arms. "Well I don't know because you're not telling me."

I took a deep breath, my eyes getting scratched by his mane. "You wouldn't get it if I told you." I took a rattling breath and lifted my chin onto his crown, the pony awkwardly laid out under my arms. "I wasn't always like this...mean, all angry and shit." I squeezed Cork's midsection tight. "I don't want to talk about it anyways."

Cork looked up, my chin slipping off his head and down to his shoulder as he wiggled upright, sitting on his haunches. "That's fine, but I'd appreciate to know what I did to set you off--"

"I wasn't triggered!" I shook my head hard, my stomach knotting up at the word. "Triggers are for PTSD victims and fat people!"

Cork looked down at me. "Wot?"

I shook my head. "Nothing." I pulled him tight again. "I didn't get triggered."

Cork huffed. "I didn't say trigger."

I lowered my head and pressed my temple against his neck. "Don't."

"I wont."

Things went quiet as I nuzzled him. "So you do realized you're in a bad position, right?"

"You were crying. What was I supposed to do?" Cork laughed nervously, his back leg twitching as he sat on his haunches. "It's gonna hurt, isn't it?"

I shook my head. "You were supposed to leave, but since you're here." I reached past him, grabbing the slick dildo and dragging it against his balls. "...Thanks for staying." I whispers, moving my free hand from his chest to his throat. He was a few inches taller than me sitting down and I made it all the worse by forcing his chin upwards. "Probably not smart for your asshole, but thank you."

Cork let out a sharp grunt as I pulled the dildo behind him, between us. "Oh--you know--Mmm-m-- Mister good pony!" His tail shot down as I slid the point of the dildo under his ass. "Okay!" His leg started beating against the towel as he wormed around in my grip. "Easy!"

I kissed his neck and rubbed his throat. "Relax...it'll hurt less going in."

He let out a soft grunt as I wormed the dildo into place under his asshole. "Fuck-buck--piss! It's warm!"

"Cold would have been worse." I kept rubbing his throat, the taught muscle fine to stroke. "Relax."

He popped up, sliding up my underwear clad body. "Trying!"

I held it in place under him. "Lower down when you're ready. Breath and just let things happen, don't fight it when it goes in, just relax."

"You say that like it's easy!" His leg kept kicking like wild.

I made sure the tip was wedged against his ass. I reached up and got a sharp whimper as my nail touched him. "You're clenching." I pulled at his hole, the warm flesh squishy to the touch. "Relax."

He snorted loudly, eyes jammed shut as he looked towards the roof. "I'm trying alright!"

I prodded him with my finger. "Am I taking your cherry?"

"I'm not a virgin--"

I kissed his neck. "That's not what I asked." I rubbed his asshole, the stallion dropping out and letting his cock rest against the towel as he slowly lowered down. "It's okay to whimper."

Cork let out a number of strange half-grunts and whimpers as I played with him. "Oh Celestia it feels weird."

I moved my hand from his ass to his hip. I took hold and slowly guided him down. "Moan...it's okay." I listened as the grunts turned to sloppy moans. "What's it like?"

Cork huffed and whimpered as he lowered down. "Sticky--sticky--sticky--"

"Mmm, feels full doesn't it?" I hung my left hand down his withers, resting across his upper chest. "Must feel good."

Cork grunted as I pulled him all the way down with my right hand. "Oh--piss!" He jerked in place as he touched the ground. "Too deep, it's gonna kill me--"

"It's not that deep." I reached across his belly and touched the lowest part where his stomach met his sheath. "Gooey stallion ass, all full and sticky just for me." I blew up past his chin. My panties were starting to get a bit damp as the warm creature under me started to whimper and adjust to the slick intruder wiggling under his every movement. "Don't cum until I tell you to."

Cork grunted and looked down at his half-hard cock. "I don't think that's gonna be a problem." His breathing was heavy, his cock hot as I slid my hands from his belly to the upper side of his cock. "Hey hey hey--"

"Fat Albert." I slid my left hand up his throat and over his mouth. "No talk." I pulled my hand tight against his lips and wrapped my right around the base of his pony cock. "No talk...."

Cork tried to open his mouth and I quickly pulled my hand flat against his mouth. "I said no talk." I took a deep breath as the hot colt under my hands grew hard and twitched under my touch. "Pretty pony...pretty pony with painted hooves." The pony's breath rushed over my fingers as he drew breath through his nose. "Come on pony, that tongue in your ass feel good?" I squeezed his meaty cock, letting him grow slowly as he dropped out of his sheath, growing from a floppy soft colt to a growing stallion.

He let out a long groan and bucked his hips, his half hard cock warm and smooth as I worked him like putty. Cork closed his eyes, his lips scrunched up as he settled back down, his leg twitching softly as he straightened out and grew to length. "Good pony...good colt." I nuzzled his neck as he mumbled and grunted, my hand squeezing up and down his cock. "Beat someone to death with that." I laughed softly, Cork bucking gently and sliding the now rock hard meat across my palm. "Look at that...hard and ready, that dildo really must feel good."

Cork tried to shake his head, restrained by my hand. "Mmm-mm--"

I laughed and dragged my hand up his cock, the throbbing meat stick already leaking out pre. "Mmmhmm, I know, squishy. You move around it drags across your insides and it just-- Mmmmm." I buried my face against his neck. "Don't you dare cum until I let you, until I tell you to." I flicked the head of his cock, making him jump and tighten up around my toy. His legs crossed as he tried to adjust. "Oh no you don't."

I parted my legs, sneaking my heels between his legs. I forced his legs apart with my own, wrapping myself around him, forcing him to present and keep quiet. "You're mine...ten, maybe fifteen minutes and one hell of a ride later you're gonna come back." I kissed his neck. "Could have run."

Cork mumbled something into my hand. I reached back and grabbed a bottle of lube. "Slippery cock all over the place." I poured some onto my hand and brought the bottle to his cock, slathering the horse in sticky fake cum. "Feeling better?" I stroked him a few times, the thick meat throbbing as I squeezed and tugged at his spotted cock.

Cork closed his eyes and breathed slowly through his nose. "Mmhmmhm...."

"Bap-ba-bah-bap." I tightened my grip and pulled up and down, stroking him, making him mumble and buck. His legs were spread wide, his balls were sitting heavily on the towel, his cock was standing tall like a flagpole as he sat on his punctured ass. "Oh god, you're adorable."

Cork just went slack against me, gently licking my palm as I squeezed him and slid my hand up and down his now greasy cock. "Remember, you cum before I tell you I'll have to do something bad."

Cork continued to lick my palm, eyes jammed shut as her bucked and tried to gleam every extra bit of touch from my strokes. I couldn't help but smile and look down at her wiggled around under me. "Don't cum."

Cork grunted, his tongue rough as he begged me. "Better not cum, better not." The heat from his cock was shooting up my arm as I sped up, going from tip to base in a flash. A loud slimy slap started to fill the room as I squeezed hard and ground him into a whimpering mess. I watched over his withers as the beast pointed straight up at me, throbbing and pink. Each time my hand passed over the ring dividing the pink head from his beige shaft was painfully noticeable.

Everything was smooth and thick, then a ring telescoping out the rest of him stood like a speedbump. Each time my fingers passed over it I gave him a squeeze, getting a jerk and a grunt, and even a lick, for my actions. "Who's a good filly?" I asked sweetly, peeking up to find him watching me watching him. "Who's a good filly?"

I moved my hand from his mouth. "Oh--fuck!" His leg tried to kick free of my foot. "I can't--"

I held his base hard, squeezing as tight as I could and filling the room with the stallion's pained groans. "Good fillies cum hard, now who's a good filly?"

Cork grunted as I slid my hand up and down his throat, his face wrought with pain and confused pleasure. "Fuck my ass!"

"Good fillies get to cum, bad colts get punished. Now who's a good filly?" I stroked him like mad, grunts and the loud slapping filling the air as I threatened to cover his mouth again. "Better answer me--"

"I'm a good colt--"

I covered his mouth and pulled him back into place. "Wrong answer, now don't you dare cum." I leaned forward, forcing him diagonal, the dildo in his ass coming out slightly as he leaned. I pulled my hand away from his cock and pressed two sharp fingers against the thick bulge between his balls and his now lube spattered asshole.

Cork let out a mad grunt and started snorting hand huffing as I ground his taint like thick dough. "I asked who was a good filly, you'll answer right next time." Cork went back to licking my palm, harder, longer, forcing the burning in my body to spread from my groin to my chest to my arms until I was on fire. "Don't you beg...you're not even close to done."

Cork's cock bobbed and twitched as I slid him back and forth, keeping two fingers pressed against his taint hard as I spread his ass. His eyes crossed slightly as her grunted into my palm. His breathing picked up, nose straining to draw and expel air fast enough. He tried to shake his head free, but he was mine, he was staying right there. "I said don't cum."

Cork's cock betrayed him, the muscles in his taint tensing up as his balls tried to climb back up. I pulled my hand away and held his length as he came, shooting cum onto the carpet and his own chin. He grunted as a stray shot slapped his chin and my pinky. He let out a long, self satisfied groan as I let him go limp into my hand. My skin flushed hot as the thick meat went slack, twitches and throbs spurting out the failed shots. "I did say don't cum, right?"

I stood up and let him sit back onto his haunches, the tongue still lodged deep in his ass. "Oh dear Celestia I can't feel my legs...." He grunted and tried to push off the floor with his forelegs. "Uuuuuugh, tired.... Oh Celestia that was.... I'm so tired...."

I walked around before him, standing over him. "Open."

Cork looked up at me. "Uh...did you pee--"

"Open!" I put my hand under his chin and lifted him up. "Bad colts get punished, remember." I buried his face into my panties. "Come on, it won't take much." I slid myself over his muzzle, the dazed stallion flitting his tongue out mindlessly as I found myself against him. "Fuck--Fuck--" I held my breath as the heat in my body rattled around, my groin rushing with pleasure as my leg started shaking. "Fuck--" I dropped to one knee. "Oh Jesus...that really didn't take much." I swept my hair back with one hand. "Holy crap...that was fun."

Cork slumped forward, muzzle wet, stomach damp, cock limp, asshole occupied. "Uuuurgherherher...." He laughed like an idiot. "Mutha of Luna's great spotted ass I'm pissing tired." He closed his eyes and scratched the carpet, a dumb smile sitting over his face as he nickered at me, more of a horse's weird grunt than anything I'd come to expect from ponies.

"Wow...sexy. That is a sexy sexy horse noise." I shook my head and flopped down onto my butt. "You like having that--"

"Can't even feel it." He laughed. "Don't care...came."

I smiled and scooted over towards him. "I said not to--"

"I did. And you know what, worth whatever you're going to do to me." He laid flat over the towel and shut his eyes. "Dress me up, do whatever, but dear pissing moon, I almost died."

I reached behind him and pulled the dildo out. He let out a sharp grunt and opened his eyes. "You know, you wouldn't believe how roughly I have to treat these when I clean them, still, have to have different ones for different holes."

Cork looked up at me, eyes only half open but still a rather pretty shade of green. "Why?"

I shook my head and tossed the dildo past his ass. "Because ass to vagina is a really, really, really bad idea. Took me one UTI to figure that out." I sighed loudly. "Also, Jesus.... That's all, just Jesus."

Cork closed his eyes and let out a long yawn. "Isn't that your god or something?"

"Or something." I looked around the bright den, the windows near pitch black and speckled with rain. "Well...bed time I guess...shower in the morn--" A loud knocking rattled the house. "Oh...fuck...no...." I paused with my hand on Cork's head. "Is she--"

"Cork!? It's raining! Open the door!" Roseluck's voice came from the door out into my back garden. "Cork, I've been knocking for ten minutes! What's wrong!?"

I flopped onto my side. "God damn it pony! Why!?"