You made your way back to your home, but you were able to feel the burning gazes of other residents as they stare at your flank. You tried to hide your winking clitoris with your tail, but your instincts prevented you, leaving your tail swishing from side to side, exposing your sensitive nub for everypony to see. You slam the door shut behind you, your face a burning red and you pant from exhaustion, the run definitely took a toll on you. You lean against the door, resting and thinking about your next steps.

I need to get rid of my arousal... maybe a cold shower will help? You look towards your staircase, leading to the bathroom and your bedroom. It has to help... Your whole body shivers as your clitoris leaves your sensitive folds once again. You move upstairs on shaky legs, enter your bathroom and quickly hop into the shower. With a quick motion you close the shower doors behind you and turn back around to the two valves for the shower head. You place your left hoof on the valve for the cold water.

Just turn it around and get it over with... You look at the valve and don't find the courage to let the cold water pour over you.

Okay, okay. I'll count down. That should do the trick. Once again you look at the valve. You nod and close your eyes.

Five, four, three, two... one... You grit your teeth before opening the valve, but you do open it a moment later. Ice cold water falls down on your coat a few moments later. Even though you expect the cold hit, you still scream in surprise. Your body tenses up as the water reaches your delicate skin. Your scream reaches a higher tone. If somepony would listen they'd think somepony is hurting you really bad. After the short exposure you close the valve and jump out of the shower, opening the doors in the process with a loud thud. You grab the nearest towel and dry yourself off quickly, only for your clitoris to brush against the towel as you dry your rump.

"Ugh, come on! That isn't fair!" you groan with a frown. The whole ordeal of a cold shower for nothing. After you have finished getting yourself dry you walk over to your bedroom and open the bottom drawer of your nightstand. In it you find your most intimate possessions: dildos in different sizes and colors. One even is transparent and has been modeled after an anonymous stallion - that one is the biggest in your drawer. Every one of your toys have a suction cup, much to your delight. You look over every one of your precious toys, but decide to take a medium sized one. You grab it with your right hoof, lick at the suction cup and place it on the floor. You grab the tube of lube and squirt a decent amount of it on your hoof. You apply the lube softly on the fake orange shaft until it glistens like your own aroused nether lips. Your whole body shivers in anticipation.

You change your position so that the fake, rubbery shaft is below your nether lips. You lower your lips until the flare touches your sensitive folds. Biting on your lower lip you push down softly, letting it push through your soft flesh. You suppress any moans that could escape your delicate lips as you push it deeper and deeper, until your rump touches the cold wooden floor of your bedroom. You rest in that position as the feeling of fulness overwhelms you. You let your hips move forward and backwards and let soft gasps escape your throat as you enjoy the feeling that most stallions are not aware of how good that feels to a mare. With your left hoof you caress your cutiemark, sending a shiver down your spine.

You feel your orgasm nearing the peak so you decide to switch to a circular movement. Your inner walls press against the shaft that rests inside you which pleasures you even more. Driven by your lustful moans you move your left hoof to your teats, massaging them. Because of your needy state you reach your climax faster than usual which causes your body to tense up as a throaty moan escapes your lips. Your whole body shivers as you rest in that position.

"Hello?" calls a male voice from your front door, followed by three hoof taps on the door. "You left your milking machine at the hospital, miss."

"Fuck!" You curse to yourself. "Why does he have to arrive now?" You turn your head to the hallway to shout. "Leave it at the door."

"I'm sorry miss, but Doc wants me to give it to you personally, to show you how it works."

You growl in frustration. "Give me a minute!" You get up from the false phallus and run over to the bathroom, drying your rump off from any bodily fluids that have been caused by your intimacy with said toy. You swing the towel back on its stand and walk towards the front door. A few deep breaths later you open the door, revealing a grey unicorn stallion with a chocolate like brown mane. He offers you a smile. "Hi! I'm that intern that does the hospital deliveries. But some ponies call me Cubic."

You shift your gaze upon his flank and wonder if they call him cubic because of his rump. Then you spot his cutie mark: A three dimensional cube in a diagram. I wonder what his talent is... But sweet Celestia, look at that flank...

He tilts his head. "Everything all right, miss?"

You blink a few times and look back into the stallion's eyes. "Yes... yes."

"Good! Then let's get started, shall we?" He says with a smile to which you nod in agreement. "I'd say we go to your bedroom to set~"

Your eyes snap open as you realize that your "toy" is still erect in your bedroom. With a blurt you interrupt him. "No! We can't!"

He tilts his head yet again and looks rather confused at you. "Oookay. How about your living room?" Your face blushes deeply as you come to realize that you blurted at him. I need to apologize myself for that behaviour. But doing that know feels awkward. I'll do that later. You nod in response to his question.

He takes a few steps and then stops to look at you again. "Uhm... where is your living room?"

"Follow me." You walk towards the living room, Cubic following behind you. Your thoughts flash back to the flank of that handsome stallion behind you, leaving your tail to swish from side to side, giving the stallion behind you a good look and smell of your nether region. After all you only dried your nether region, but didn't clean it. Cubic, however, seems to enjoy both the smell and the looks, walking closer to you to get more detail of the beautiful landscape in front of him. He takes a deep breath through his nostrils and shudders slightly in delight.

Both of you arrive in the living room, a room with a nice sky blue carpet and wooden walls. It contains two couches and a coffee table and various picture frames, showing your relatives and friends.

"Please lie down on the couch." The grey stallion says, his hoof pointing at one of the two couches. You hop on it and lie down on your stomach. Cubic tilts his head and frowns. "You need to lie on your back."

You look at him and frown yourself. "Why?"

"Because... well... your teats are on your underside." he scratches his neck with his right forehoof. This situation is clearly awkward for him. You decide to switch into a sitting position: Your rump on the couch cushion and your back against the backrest of the couch. Your tail hangs down and flicks nervously, trying to hide your assets that are in plain sight for Cubic to stare at. You clear your throat, causing Cubic to look up into your eyes, blushing furiously. "Uhmm... yes... uh... milking..." He turns around and lifts the machine on the couch, detaching the cups from the machine.

"First we need to hold the cups against your teats, and then we~" You interrupt him with a gasp and a kick against his snout out of reflex, as the cold cup brushes against your soft flesh. Both of you lift their forehooves to your and his snout: you out of surprise and Cubic because his snout hurts like Tartarus.

"Ah! FUCK! And Doc told me to preheat the cups with my breath! Ugh.... should have seen that coming."

"I'm sorry, you startled me with those cups and~"

He cuts you off with a wave of his hoof. "It's okay... it's my fault." He looks at his hooves to check if his nose bleeds, but sees that it doesn't. With a sigh he picks up the cups again and breathes softly against them, warming them. You observe the unicorn stallion, his horn glowing slightly to hold the cups. As he finishes with both cups he looks up to you, the cups hovering above your teats.

"Are you ready?"

Author's Note

The character "Cubic" is from @Internetianer from Twitter.
I could also use some OCs! Send me your OC :)