Doggy Style (Or: I'm a mailmare, not a cop.)
Even in the night, the light howl of wind could be heard whistling through the streets, sending snowflakes gingerly this way and that, sending them to their timely doom at the hands of a storefront, or the ground. The crunch of pawprints sounded out in the darkness, some bipedal creature staggered through the streets of Ponyville. It was a diamond dog. He didn't seem the least bit worried about being seen. Instead, the dog was gazing at the individual flakes of frozen condensation as they wafted past his vision, Trying to catch one or two on his tongue.
It was surprising just how comfortable he was in plain view. Most Diamond dogs carried themselves like paranoid sex offenders, yet this one, looking as grey and nondescript as the rest, seemed almost normal.
Meanwhile, Crosswind, the ‘lovable’ mailmare, smiled as she made her way through the streets, feeling the snow under her hooves. She loved winter, especially when the weather ponies let it snow. It made her feel like a kid again. "Oh the weather outside is frightful~" She began to sing. "But the snow is so delightful~."
The dog looked over to the familiar looking creature and, seeing it speak his hopes were raised even further. It couldn't have been much smaller than he was, Maybe a foot? Maybe less? He quickened his pace, falling to his fours, He began galloping towards the pony in his more familiar, animalistic way. "Hey!" He called out, excited to see the pony. "Hey!" The dog barked once more.
Cross looked at the creature, stopping in confusion. "Um... Hi?" She said to the dog. Dogs don't talk, do they? I'm not high, am I? She shook off the notion, stroking the animal behind his ears when he was before her.
The dog was about to get on his hind legs again, but that absolutely wonderfully amazing thing the pony started doing with her hoof made him melt on the spot. The pup let out a low, lovestruck little whine, flopping over on the sidewalk, His flop whipping up snow around him. He laid on the ground, his limbs splayed, showing his stomach and his ratty jacket. The thing looked warm enough, it was long and it went down past his claws, causing a slight inconvenience when he sprinted. It had a large collar lining of fur that jutted up high, black and dark grey.
"Aww." Cross said. "Good puppy." She rubbed his belly, totally unaware that the creature was sentient. "Where'd you come from, cutie?"
His leg Jerked downwards rhythmically as she rubbed his belly. His tongue hanging out, He panted happily, his breath forming short, sparse little bursts of air from his muzzle." Hah! Ahh~! Haha! That tickles! S-stop!" he cried out suddenly. "N-no no, wait, don't stop, Whatever it is you're doing, this is -- Awesome!" He declared jubilantly, making a quick reflection on his choice.
Cross stopped, retracting her hoof slightly. "Y-you talk?! Oh, I'm so sorry, I thought you were just a dog." She winced, then remembered what he'd said. "But... I suppose you don't mind..." She added with a smile, returning her hoof to his belly, rubbing and scratching at his fur like she did with the neighbour’s dog when she was a kid. "Who's a good boy?" She said, thinking back to those days. "Who's a good boy?"
He dog giggled and squirmed, panting, his leg still kicking at nothing in the air, his brain too wrapped up in the sensation to formulate a proper response. "I-I don't know?!" He finally admitted through thick laughter and confusion.
Cross' smile went even wider. "aww, you're just the most adorable thing! Are you lost, little guy?"
The dog exhaled, panting heartilly, His leg stopping as her rubbing stopped, He finally opened his eyes, excited, he looked around, Smiling up at her. "No No! I'm exactly where I want to be-- Wherever this place is is amazing...!" He said, his eyes wild with bewilderment. "What were you doing to me? Ponies that don't have the thing on their head can't do magic, but whatever you were doing was-- Well, magic!"
Cross blushed. "It was petting. It's what we do to our pets. I thought you were just a friendly dog. Sorry."
The dog gave her a scowl and a broad smile. "Fuck you, that's magic!" He insisted, pulling himself off of his back. He lurched to his feet, standing a good size over the pony. His voice was surprisingly youthful. Most of the Diamond dogs sounded like the crunch of a gravel road underhoof, but this dog sounded... actually pretty normal, Cross noted. He smiled a bit. "So, What are you doing up here? Aren't you supposed to be-- doing something?"
Cross shook her head. "Slow day at the post office." She kicked some snow. "I was enjoying the weather. You didn't... hear anything, did you?"
The dog nodded slightly, giving a slight smile. "Yeah! You were singing... So wait... Are you a slave? or.. a designer?" He finally asked, sounding a bit uneasy. "Or Is that how it works up here?"
"I'm a mailmare." She said with a mock salute. "Whether rain, shine, snow or hail, I'll never let a delivery fail. At least, that's what they tell us to tell the customers." She shrugged.
"So you're not a slave then." He said nodding a bit. "Okay. Sorry. The Crust is not like The Core." He said astutely. "They told me that any pony that I saw not doing something I was supposed to yell at, but they haven't captured ponies in forever. They're all big puppies now." He said with a warm smile, Tilting his head a bit. "So... Which one of these is your den?" He said, Looking about the different, strangely colored houses. He turned, his tail swinging around behind him. Most of the dog's head hair was jutting backwards, spiked back. It gave his head a slightly square look.
"Oh, I live in the bungalow just off of-" She stopped when the dog moved towards a storefront, squinting, he stepped towards the window.
He saw his reflection, his brows raising in surprise. "Oh! Huh."
"What is it?" She asked, you see something?"
The dog nodded a bit, smiling at the reflection, as if greeting it. "Yeah I di--" He cut himself off, looking surprised. "Uh, sorr--". He blinked, raising one of his paws, the sleeve falling down his claw. "Is... that me?" He said, looking into his reflection. He waved, seeing it copy him. The exact mimicking baffled him. He scowled and tilted his head, sneering in confusion, he leaned forward, looking closely at the reflection. "What the... What is this?"
"That's your reflection." Cross said. "Have you never seen your reflection before?" She asked, her reflection appearing next to the dog as she stood next to him.
He looked at it, Smiling a bit, He made a face, Pulling his cheeks open wide as he opened his maw, Writhing his tongue out. "Blaaaaaaahhhlala!" He vocalized, Chortling happily. Looking down at the mare's reflection.
She laughed at the display, the mare in the glass laughing along with her. "I don't know how it works, I'm not the smartest mare, but some egghead I know said it was something to do with light bouncing around?"
The dog chuckled a bit. "Eh. Not a lot of light where I come from." He said dismissively. "C'mon, There's also not a lot of this cold stuff... Can we get to your den now?"
"Uhm, I suppose I can take you to my place." She said. "It is a little cold out…” She turned to leave. “Follow me, maybe I can teach you my song, if you want." She smiled, the dog's boundless energy rubbing off on her, in a good way.
The dog nodded eagerly. Walking quickly behind her, he smiled a big, childish grin. "Heh! Yeah, sure! I'm not a great singer, but... I'll try!"
"Alright." She said, "I'll start. 'The weather outside is frightful~, but the snow is so delightful.~ But since we've no place to go~, Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow~'!" She sang, kicking up snow as they made their way down the road.
The dog followed behind, Trying to mimic the kicking of the frosty pale powder, he followed along in her song, Repeating her lyrics in a slightly lower octave then she. "Oh the weather outside is frightful. But the snow is so delightful. And since we've no place to gooo... Let it snow, let it snow, let it snoww~!" He sung powerfully, Almost amounting to a yell once he'd reached the end.
Cross chuckled, "Close, pretty good for your first try." She continued further on the song, and before long they came to the doorstep of a run-down looking bungalow, painted a faded blue.
"Home sweet home." She said, opening the door. "Sorry about the mess."
The dog stepped into the house behind her, looking about curiously. "Oh, no no... don't worry about it. Where I live is a lot dirtier." He said, slyly hoping she'd get the subtle joke he'd put forth.
"I guess living underground, it's a lot easier to get dirty." She walked over to the couch, moving an empty pizza box. “But I don't have much excuse." The couch creaked as she sat down. "You... don't drink, do you? I don't know much about... sentient dogs?"
He plopped down on his hindquarters, sitting with his legs spread, careful that his spiked tail didn't knock anything over. "Oh! Yes, we have to drink. Or else we pass out. And some dogs even die." He said simply.
"I mean booze." She said, reaching into the mini-fridge that doubled as the table at the side of the sofa. She pulled out two bottles of Poniken. "You know, alcohol?"
The dog sniffed the air, looking at the bottle, He made a bit of a face. "Gah... that stuff... " He said, as if realizing what it was. "Yeah, some of the workers drink it on breaks... I haven't tried it before." He said, looking down. "They say I'm too young. They always sound like they're joking though. I don't really get it."
"Would you like some?" She deftly popped the top off of one bottle with her teeth, holding it out to the dog. "I mean, I don't know what the drinking age for a dog is, but hey, I'm a mailmare, not a cop."
The dog took the bottle, And clutched it in his paw gingerly. He clutched it, and raised the bottle to his mouth, Taking back a subtle little sip, he made a face, sneering a bit. He wasn’t quite pleased with the flavor. "Ech... " He looked to the mare still holding the face. "No offence, but why do you ponies do this?"
Cross shrugged opening her own and spitting the cap across the room. "It's an acquired taste I guess." She took a deep swig. "It helps us calm down, makes us a little stupid, and forget our problems for a while." She looked at him. "Say, what's your name? I just realized I never asked it. My name's Crosswind, but you can call me Cross if you want."
The dog smiled a bit, politely putting the bottle back on the table in front of her. "Well, Here. Have mine." He said with a smile. "And... uh... Well, the other dogs just call me names, So I picked my own. 'Rocket Rock-stomper'!" He said with a triumphant little smile, puffing his chest out, posing in a manly, burly manner with his claws on his hips. He quickly deflated, scowling a bit. "The bigger dogs think it's funny calling me 'Red-Rocket'."
Cross snarfed her beer. "Seriously, Red-Rocket? That's hilarious! No offence. But I suppose you don't want me calling you Red, so Rock it is." She reached up to scratch behind his ears. "Cute name though."
The dog smiled, pushing his head up into her hoof, He moved closer, Hefting himself up onto the couch, he plopped down next to her. "Hehhhh~... Haha..." He giggled dumbly, before pulling away "Ooh... Red sounds cool but, I'm not red at all. And 'Rock' just sounds dumb. I see nothing but rocks all day. Can you call me 'Rocket', please?" He said, smiling down at the pony.
"I suppose." She said, smiling at his reaction to her head scratch. "Rocket, I have a question about where you came from. Do you mind?"
The dog gave a swift nod, Smiling a bit. Before realizing he answered wrongly, He quickly shook his head "Oh, shit, no no-- Wait. Yeah, no! Go ahead."
"Did they make you leave?" She asked. "You seemed really eager to come back to my place, and you were just wandering through the town." She stopped for a minute. "Belly rubs aren't some sort of courtship gesture to your people, are they?"
He seemed a bit overwhelmed by the sudden influx of confusing questions. "Ooh.-- Uh, No. I left myself. It sort of... sucks down there. I'm supposed to be out stealing food. It's my first thing to do. They trusted me to go find food, and let me go to the surface, so here I am!" He said, smiling, holding out his claws, the things still covered by his jacket. His expression changed a bit, shifting slightly. "And... No, 'Belly rubs' are something I just now know exist. When diamond dogs see a dog they like they just sorta. ... Well, we just... Sorta... Do it to them." he said, His cheeks starting to burn over rosey.
"You... do 'it'?" she asked. He can't mean? no, it must be something else she thought. "What's... 'it'?"
The dog raised his brows, a little surprised. Thinking now that the pony didn't have a grasp for what 'sex' was. "Well, They'll usually just walk up behind the female, bend her over and... Well, Mate with her." He said, Smiling a wide, devious smile. "Don't tell me; You ponies don't have sex, do you?"
Cross' eyes went wide. "Oh." Was all she said. "Well, I'm no newbie to sex, but I gotta say, this is a first. You're... interested in what I got?" she added, her sultry tone slowly returning.
The dog's face was blank and nervous, His cheeks burning with embarrassment. "W..Would it be weird... If I was?" He said, Hoping he hadn't just landed himself a cold night outside.
"Well, I gotta say, you've got me curious." She scratched that spot behind his ears again. "And you are still really cute. Why not? I can play along."
The dog smiled, pushing his head into the mare's hoof, his lids going low, HIs foot starting to lightly kick the couch he sat on. "Ooh-- Uh, It won't be weird right...? I mean-- I'm not quite sure where Your bitch parts are. And... Just... doing you is sorta... Well, It's not... very romantic.
Cross laughed. "Romantic? Rocket, we're sitting in my shitty bungalow, after you followed me home singing about the weather. I'd say that's plenty romantic. More attention than I normally get at least." She smiled, "And I can show you where my 'Bitch Parts' are." She got up on her knees to reach, and kissed Rocket's cheek. "You're even cuter when you're flustered."
He took the peck with a smile, Putting a forepaw over his cheek with a smile. His loins started to stir with the intimate little display from the mare. He looked down, embarrassed at the sudden wash of blood into his further extremities. "Uhm... Is it hot in here?-- I'm going to take my jacket off. It's definitely hot in here." He said, mushing his chilled forepaws to his face, He then quickly started to pull his jacket off of his torso from his head, Pulling it up and over, Getting a bit stuck somewhere in between, Struggling to get it off of his head.
"Hold on, hold on, let me help." She grabbed the jacket and slowly guided it off of his monstrously sized arms. "Calm down." She said, her tail accidentally brushing across his sheath as she moved.
The Dog jumped a bit, Yelping slightly as the soft, silken bristles slipped past his sheath. The thing began to stiffen, pushing more of itself out, Rocket gasped, finally freeing himself, He chuckled in embarrassment, Throwing his jacket behind the couch, He looked down at his cock, Wincing in embarrassment, He looked to the mare, smiling a bit. "Well... I said I didn't want to just... Have sex with you, but... It does feel kinda nice..."
"Hm?" Cross said, before looking down at what her tail was doing. "Oh! Sorry!" she said, blushing. "My tail has a mind of it's own sometimes. Uhm... Do you want to... go at it now? Since I accidentally drew it out?"
The dog smiled, Nodding eagerly. His cheeks still flush with embarrassment. "Feral desires always beat out romance... Heh~" he mused rather simply. "Uhm... Can you... do whatever crazy pony magic you have... to it?" He said, smiling a bit. Expecting her to blow his mind.
On the subject of genitals, The dog was rather well equipped. While his knot still wasn't out of the sheath, signalling it was essentially 'flaccid' as she'd learned from another similarly shaped cock. Though, in such a state, this one already made that old acquaintance look stout in comparison.
"I'll see what I can do." She said, taking a second to look at it. It did indeed resemble the Ringmaster's cock, with a few marked differences, but if she was right, it wouldn't make too much of a difference. She got off the couch, kneeling between his legs, and began running her hoof up and down the shaft, not wanting to put her mouth on it just yet and scare him.
The dog gasped a bit, exhaling a heavy, relaxed sigh of pleasure as the pony began working over his cock. "Ahhn~ This... is like Belly Rubs... but awesomer..." He said, his visage stricken with a lovestruck grin, his eyes half-lidded, He stared down at the mare, smiling. "Hehe... This is... weird, but... You're... pretty much the male here. I'm the bitch."
She smirked. "Oh really? Well wait until you get a load of this." she said as she ran her tongue along the underside of his pointed dog dick, before engulfing it with her mouth, taking it as deep as she could before pulling back, making slight gagging noises as she did so. Damn... this is bigger than Ringmaster's. But I suppose proportions matter.
She repeated the process, still rubbing up and down the unengulfed parts of his member with her hoof as she took it deeper into her mouth.
The Dog panted lightly, Shutting a single eye in a surprised tinge of pleasure. "Hhnn.. Hahh..." He moaned, His ears falling flat on his head. "Hnn... Just don't.. bite my... My red rocket." He said with a smile, still wincing. “B..But... Whatever you're doing... don't stop... It's... awesome... " He started to pant softly under his breath. His cock started to really harden now, Throbbing and pounding in the mare's mouth, It became rather endearingly warm, Like he was already getting close to finishing. The thing was now standing fully erect. The knot on the end looked far too large for the mare's holes to fit, Though one parts drunk, horny pony to two parts tall, feral beast would surely find a way.
When she saw the knot, Cross rose slowly off of his dick, flicking it with her hoof. "Well, it looks like you're at full mast." She said. "You could always finish in my mouth first, or we could skip to my 'Bitch Parts'. Since this is your first ride on the Crosswinds, I'll let you decide... Red." She giggled.
The dog gave a soft, nod, Looking into the mare's eyes beggingly. It was rather cute, the mare mused, he was learning to beg. "U-Uhm... I... 'Inside Crosswind's holes' would be... best. Please..." He said, His cock twitched and jumped with every thundering pound of his heart. His claws digging into the couch's upholstery, His tail lightly bounding and rebounding into the cushions. "H..How... Do I...?" He asked, trailing off, Knowing the proverbial 'male' would take care of the situation.
"Shhh... Let me show you." She said, turning around and bending over the table. "They're right there, see them? Two holes, one above, one below. The bottom one's the 'mating hole'." She ummed and erred for a second. "This is the position dogs take, right? It's not different for your people?"
The dog leaned forward, looming impressively over the mare, The big mutt looked over her needingly, He lusted for the chance to pierce his way into the pony. He licked his muzzle a bit, before starting to pant again. His large, powerful claws wrapped around the mare's ribs as best they could, The dog positioning her in front of his slab of throbbing cock. He pressed it hard into the mare's cunny, the girth of it being comparable to a pony's pipe. He had to give it some force, but after a little effort, his cock parted the mare's lips, slipping comfortably inside her slippery, experienced orifice. The dog let out a low, wet moan of mind numbing pleasure. He'd seen the act committed frequently enough that he got the idea; Letting instinct take over, He inches his hips inward, burying the shaft of his powerful rod deeper into the mare. His claws moved down to the mare's hindquarters, firmly clutching her flanks, getting a firm grip for them, he began working himself into a jagged, novice's rhythm, bumping his hips into the mare, burying what he could into her, till the knot obtrusively stopping him, the thick, spherical mass pushing greedily against her lips, eager to slip inside, hallwaying her cunny.
"Whuph!" The mare gave a bark of her own in surprise. She was incredibly glad that her virginity was long gone, and also glad that her cunny was finally getting the dicking it so wanted, after the Ringmaster's anal fixation. "Watch it back there Red." She gasped, "You don't want to knot me just yet!" Even though she said that, she still couldn't wait for it to happen. After feeling it in her plothole, she'd wondered how it'd feel in the proper place.
The Dog began to learn. He thrusted into the mare rapidly, every so often positively burying his cock into the mare's hole, Stuffing it completely, The knot mashing into her slippery outer labia. The dog panted, groaning heavily, He switched his position up, His upper body pushing into the mare's upper body, forcing her forehooves to the floor. He was bent over the mare, His head down just over her shoulder, Down on one elbow, his free claw holding the mare's ass up by grabbing her tail, Yanking it upwards from beneath him, the powerful beast now rutting the much smaller being properly, Ramming his hips downward into her, Pounding and pumping into her cunny. The mare's juices slicking his cock with every deep, powerful penetration, his knot glistened, daring to split the mare in half any second now.
Cross could feel the thing pistoning in and out of her, crashing against the gates of her cervix like a battering ram. For the moment, it seemed that the defenders would hold that gate, but holy hell did it feel as if things were getting rearranged in her nether regions. Looking down, she could almost see Red's rocket bulging out her belly, moaning as he pulled roughly on her tail. His claws had left a few scratches on her barrel, but they really only added to the experience. The was easily the biggest cock she'd ever had inside her, and she was loving every second of it. Holy hell, Cross. She thought to herself. You going to fuck a dragon next? She moaned again as she felt the knot brush against her slit again, she needed it inside her. She needed to hear that pop, to feel it spread her to her absolute limit. "Faster Red!" She cried. "Faster, come on! Who's a good boy?"
“I’m a good boy!” The Dog yelled as he continued pounding his cock down into her, Slamming his hips into her tailend, Pulling her tail taught like a leash as he mashed and rammed his cock ravenously into the mare. With the severe spreading and pummeling the mare was taking, It was a small service to her surely tiring hindlegs that his cock was skewering her rump right where it was, His makeshift leash uncomfortably assisting as well. Faster and faster he bucked until finally, painfully, his knot simply slid inside, filling her hole completely. It spread the mare's lips like an apple, letting the dog engorge himself on the mare's rearend. The Mutt finally hilted the mare, his rocket's pointed peak piercing her innermost reaches, His hips mushing hard into the mare's tail end. He Groaned out a powerful whine of pleasure. The walls of the colorful little being below him hugging tightly, squeezing his cock into submission. It wasn't long after he locked himself into the mare's lips that his cock quaked with a powerful orgasm, His rocket jumped and twitched, His payload shot out, spattering the mare's womb, Stuffing her with his cream. The mare yelled in a strange mix of pleasure and pain, weaving a new language from profanity and moans. The knot totally plugged her marehood, and the spunk that filled her finally overwhelmed the guards at the gate of her cervix, filling her womb with canine seed. Just when she thought he was finished, more kept coming, filling her over the brim, to the point where she had no idea where all of it was going. She honestly would not have been surprised if some of it had found a way to leak out of her mouth and nose. Her own orgasm worked against her, still trying to milk more seed from Rocket's member, despite the horrendous lack of room for more. Locked thoroughly in place, her legs gave out, and she was glad that he was holding her up, even by her tail. "Oh my goddess... That was... one of the best fucks of my life..." She managed between panting. "I might keep you around if you're not careful, Rocket... Oh my..."
The dog panted heartilly. Groaning, he pulled back, trying to dislodge his hips from hers. "Hah...Mhn... That was... way better than belly rubs..." He admitted, still trying to get the mare off of his cock. "Let's do that instead of 'Belly Rubs'..."
The mare squealed as he tried to pull out. "No!" She cried out in actual pain, no pleasure this time. "Don't just pull it out!" she gasped. "Y-you need to let your knot deflate..." She said, remembering what the Ringmaster taught her. What she did manage to do, however, was rotate herself to face him with minimal twisting of his dick, thanks to how slick her well used pussy was. She looked him dead in the eyes, looking for all the part like a cocksleeve. "And I'd be willing to give you a 'belly rub' any time you want." She said with a wink. "Maybe I could even show you a few things. There was more I could have done with my mouth."
The dog raised his brows in surprise. From what she was telling him, That rocket of his wasn't planning on deflating any time soon. The dog scooped up the pony, Moving to lay on his back, Leaving the mare to lay on his broad chest. "C-Can I stay here with you, Miss Crosswind?" He said as politely as possible. "I'll be super good!" He said, Looking down his chest at the pony with his big bright pair of puppy eyes.
"Aww..." She said. "How could I say no to that? You can stay here as long as you want. So long as you're 'good'." She smirked, rubbing his belly one more time.
The dog smirked happily, Gingerly grabbing the pony, He hoisted the both of them up, transferring carefully onto the couch. He plopped down, laying with the mare on top of his chest once more. He sniffed the air, wincing slightly. "Ew..." He said, continuing after another investigative sniff. "The room stinks... Like... Well, I haven't smelled whatever that is before..."
"That's what sex smells like." She said. "I'd ask if you'd been living under a rock, but I suppose I know what the answer to that is." She joked. "Don't worry Red, it's a good smell. It lets you know you did something right."
The dog gave a warm smile, Snuggling into the mare, he quickly began slipping into a tired sleep. Unable to go anywhere, the mare gave him one last scratch behind the ears, and drifted off herself.
