You remember that one annoying kid in every class; we all do. The quiet one with long hair who constantly made drum beats on his desk and occasionally hummed a repetitive yet catchy tune all day, every day. Every class had one, and in Cheerilee’s fourth grade class, this specific colt went by the name of Alex.
Alex was a light blue pegasus colt. He had a long, dark blue mane and tail. His cutie mark was a small circular mark, mysterious in shape; similar to his blunt, quiet personality. Alex never once in his life had many friends. He preferred to stick to himself, only expressing his true identity through his love for music as any absolutely artistic pony would. Alex loved to be different; it offered a contrast to the world as opposed to the boring, average wear of a blunt lifestyle based around being as similar to somepony as one can, which tends to be a common feat of ponies in and around Ponyville. This town happened to be where Alex subsided as his lonely yet open-hearted attitude spread amongst the students of his class.
Alex trotted into his class and sat down as he always did. He liked to sit near the window and watch ponies bustle about the town in a common chaotic harmony that every pony seemed to be highly accustomed to. It induced thought in the young pony’s mind, a kind of thought that inspired many works and ideas in an art one may call music. Alex loved music. It was his life, one of the few things he actually cherished. Electronic music was more his forte than any other genre he heard. The exhilarating beats and synthesis created a very magnetism of a metaphorical euphoric ‘field’ for the young pony, letting him truly indulge his self into his own world and thought. An escape, as he called it.
As Alex pulled out the necessary various school supplies from his bag, he looked to the side of his desk to see three fillies he’d never seen. The three most beautiful fillies he’d ever seen, and it seemed they were all friends, calling themselves the “Cutie Mark Crusaders”. Alex jerked his head forward as he looked to the front of the room and saw his teacher, Cheerilee, behind her desk, preparing for class to start.
“Okay, everypony, class is beginning. Take your seats!” Cheerilee said in a sweet tone, as she did every morning.
Cheerilee turned away and began to write various vocabulary words on the chalkboard. Alex’s concentration faded as he looked back over to the Cutie Mark Crusaders’ faces in awe of their beauty. In spite of all three ponies having such stunning appearances to Alex, one filly by the name of Sweetie Belle seemed to catch his attention as though she were a lonely cloud
“Alex! What are you doing? You are not paying attention to me!”
“S... Sorry, ma’am. I’m just a little out of it today, that’s all.”
“All right, Alex, but you need to pay attention. You have a test coming up, and your grades don’t seem to be doing very well.”
“Okay, Ms. Cheerilee.”
Alex looked down at his desk and flipped open a large book. The book was no longer than any other textbook, however it was much thicker. Each page was dull with extreme wear to the degree that it almost crumbled into dust each time Alex opened it. Continuing to carefully flip through torn and vandalized pages to find the appropriate page for notetaking, Alex released a sigh as irrelevant thought raced through his head. He could not stop thinking about the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and more specifically, he could not stop thinking about Sweetie Belle.
Alex occasionally glanced over to see Sweetie Belle, embracing what sheer beauty he could before Ms. Cheerilee noticed and shouted at him. He was used to continually getting in trouble for not paying attention, cheating on tests, or talking in class. He was usually always focused, he simply never tried.
Alex looked through his books for his math homework. As he quickly flipped through the unorganized notebooks and textbooks, he soon realized that he did not have his homework. It was at home, on his kitchen table.
“Aw, man.” Alex said audibly. He slammed his forehoof down onto his desk in anger, and then sighed.
“What’s the matter, Alex?” asked a sweet, smooth voice from the filly next to him. He turned to see his heroine, Sweetie Belle, smiling at him in curiosity.
Alex was enraptured by the sheer voice of his ace. Her mane seemed to flow in a way that was not native to Alex. The sun from the window that Alex was sitting by shined onto Sweetie Belle, brightening her already lucid appearance.
“I... I um... I just, I forgot my h... homework... and my grades aren’t doing too hot.” Alex stuttered out, trying not to choke on his words.
“Well, if you want, I could give you my homework if you want. My grades are great! It won’t hurt me.” Sweetie replied with a luminous grin that seemed to stretch from ear to ear.
“Are... Are you sure? Would you really do that?”
“Sure, why not?”
The alabaster filly turned and looked into her saddlebags for a minute, then using her mouth pulled out a clean, completed sheet of paper. She leaned toward Alex, who grabbed the other end of the paper with his mouth and gently pulled it away.
“THNK YOO SWEE BELL!” Alex said, the paper still in between his teeth. Sweetie laughed.
“What did you say?”
Alex dropped the paper onto his desk and looked back to Sweetie.
“Sorry about that.” Alex sheepishly giggled. “Thank you, Sweetie Belle.”
“Oh, don’t mention it. Hey, why don’t you hang out with the girls and I today during lunch?” Sweetie leaned back and pointed her head to her two friends. They looked at Sweetie and winked, then turned their attention back to their teacher.
“That’s Scootaloo.” Sweetie said, pointing her right hoof at an orange filly with a purple mane, with deep, mysterious violet eyes. She pointed to her other friend, who was a bright yellow filly with a red mane and a big, pink bow. She had orange eyes. “That’s Applebloom.”
“Sure, I’ll hang out with you guys later. Thanks, again, for letting me have your homework. I don’t know how I’ll ever make it up to you.”
“I guess we’ll get to that when the time comes.” Sweetie Belle laughed and turned away to face Ms. Cheerilee.
Alex sat and inspected the paper that Sweetie gave him. There was a small spot where saliva soaked into the paper. Alex looked at it and bit his lip nervously.
“Maybe if I licked...” Alex thought for a moment. “No, no, that... that’s creepy.”
Seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours as Alex waited and watched the clock for his lunch period to roll around. When it finally did, he ejected his self from his desk. As his hooves hit the floor, so did his face. Alex was in such a nervous trance that he could barely stand, his entire body trembling with awkward emotion that he’d never felt before in his life. As he steadied himself and stood, he looked to the left to see three fillies giggling and pointing at the distressed colt.
“Hey, what’s so funny?” Alex asked.
“You... N... Nothin’...” Applebloom said, trying not to laugh.
“Hey, chill it. I only fell.” Alex said, brushing his self off with his hoof.
“Sorry, Alex. We’re just poking fun, is all.” Sweetie giggled, lightly nudging Alex on the shoulder.
The three fillies began to walk off, talking and giggling. Alex raced ahead, squeezing between Applebloom and Sweetie.
“Hey, what gives?” Applebloom asked.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to push you out of the way.” Alex apologized. He looked at Sweetie, who swiftly winked at Applebloom. He looked back at Applebloom, who simply nodded.
“Uh. Don’ worry ‘bout it, Alex. That’s quite alright.” Applebloom said. She trotted over to the opposite side of Sweetie Belle, where Scootaloo was walking. Applebloom whispered to Scootaloo, who promptly left her friend’s side. Applebloom and Scootaloo trotted away, leaving the two school ponies alone to converse and spend the lunch period together. The ponies walked outside.
“So, what do ya’ wanna do, Alex?” Sweetie asked confidently.
“I dunno. What do you usually do during lunch? I usually just sit around wishing I had food.”
“Well, I usually play with Scootaloo and Applebloom, but they... left. Don’t you eat lunch?”
“Nah.”
“That can’t be healthy.”
“It isn’t.”
Sweetie and Alex continued to talk, lightening up around each other as every minute slowly passed. Laughing and talking the lunch & recess period away, Alex and Sweetie slowly began to trust one another, slowly revealing secrets and continuing to talk, jumping from topic to topic as the time passed. As the final bell finally rang to dismiss students from their only free period during the school day, Alex and Sweetie began to walk back toward the school, still talking wildly.
As Sweetie and Alex pushed open the large door to the school building, they were stopped by their teacher, Ms. Cheerilee.
“You two may go home. The school day was cut short. It’s Princess Luna’s birthday.”
“Wow, thanks Ms. Cheerilee!” The two students said in gleeful harmony.
Sweetie nudged Alex, and raced off towards home. Alex followed close behind. As they arrived, Sweetie slowed her pace and took a breath. Alex did the same. Amidst his panting and wheezing, he heard a familiar voice from behind.
“Hey, Sweetie! Hey, Alex!” Scootaloo said.
“How’s it going?” Sweetie asked.
“I’m doing okay. How are you two?” Scootaloo replied
“I’m fine, a little tired.” Sweetie said.
“They don’t think it be like it is,” Alex said, still panting. “But it do.”
“All righty then. You guys wanna hang out for a while since school is out? Applebloom has to work with her brother.” Scootaloo asked
“Sure.” Alex and Sweetie replied.
“So, what do you want to do?” Sweetie asked the two.
“Why don’t we play Truth or Dare?” Scootaloo suggested.
“Sure. Alex, you go first. Truth or Dare?” Sweetie asked, leaving no room for his word.
“I, uh... Dare, I guess.” Alex replied, feeling confident. Alex was willing to do anything to prove his fearlessness. Alex never had many friends, he was lonely. In spite of the neutral, jaded emotion constantly being felt by the small colt, being a loner did bring some upsides, like being reckless and adventurous. Alex did a lot in life for a colt of his age. Most other colts would be off playing organized sports or working to get their cutie marks. Alex already found his talent, so nothing seemed to have importance to him. He made music and he created adventures for his self. What more could he need?
Love, maybe, but as a small colt, things like this were seemingly out of his reach and out of his league. Neglected by family at a young age, Alex never learned to love. Alex never had social activity, he never felt the warm feeling of any kinds of love in his life.
Love. One aspect of life that can sway the decisions of anypony with even the smallest touch on their hearts. It's impossible to put such feelings to words, or even explain it. It comes to you as a feel rather than being audibly present. The feeling of love, from a touch to the sweet smell of somepony's perfume, it is ever present in the world we live in. We see those with a glance, and claim to love them at first sight. We cling to them and adore every aspect about them, even though we may not comprehend why we do it. Sometimes it isn't love, but it is the love of a sister or a brother. When the things we know turn on us, and we find ourselves looking to someone that we see as a sister or a brother to help pull us out of the rut in life. If they can help us to aspire to be something greater, then they hold a higher standard in our hearts. They become our obsession, every little thing about them seeming greater than the next. We find them to be our idols, and try to make every aspect of our life just as theirs is.
“I *dare* you to cut your mane. Into a mohawk. A long one, straight down the middle.” Sweetie blurted out, content with her daring dare.
“What? No! You have to be kidding me! This is like, 6 years of hard hair-growing work!” Alex replied, screaming, nearly bursting the eardrums of the two fillies next to him. Alex pranced around some ideas in his head. Are there any loopholes? How can I possibly get out of this? He thought harder and harder, but he failed to come up with anything logical. He glanced up to his luscious locks, drifting in the slight breeze. He closed his eyes as they leaked slight tears. He didn’t want to give up his amazing mane, but he didn’t want to look like a coward to Sweetie Belle. “Alright, fine, I’ll do it.”
Before Sweetie or Scootaloo could say anything, Alex was well on his way to the local barber’s shop. Sweetie and Scootaloo trotted quickly behind him, trying their best to keep up with the speedy colt. Alex entered the barber shop to see that it was empty aside from Edward, the barber.
“Hey, Edward, I need a mohawk, like now.” Alex said impatiently, as Sweetie and Scootaloo entered behind him. Alex dropped three bits in front of the barber pony.
“Sure thing. Get in a chair, it’ll take only a few minutes.”
Alex swiftly hopped into the nearest barber chair, and sat. He closed his eyes and began thinking about the only thing that could possibly comfort him now, Sweetie Belle. As he heard the buzzer start and touch the back of his scalp, he flinched. Sweetie and Scootaloo giggled. As hair fell from his head and landed in his coat, he could only cringe.
“All done”, the barber pony said, clicking off the buzz cutter thingy. Alex felt his chair being spun around. He slowly opened his eyes to see a new Alex, a clean-shaven, normal looking colt.
“Oh, Luna...” Alex said, as everything around him faded quickly to black.
“Ugh, what happened?” Alex said, shrugging off what felt like a 10-year-long slumber.
“You passed out for a while... Oh, and Scootaloo went home. She got bored of poking you and left.” Sweetie replied. “It was funny at first, but then you didn’t wake up. So I dragged you out here to try and give you some sun.”
“Oh, great.” Alex looked around, realizing that he was outside. “Ugh, it’s getting kinda late. I really don’t want to go home.”
“Why don’t you just come hang out with me for a while, then?” Sweetie suggested, in a sweet tone that Alex had never heard before.
“Will your parents mind?” Alex asked.
“I don’t live with my parents, silly~ I live with my sister, Rarity! But she’s in Canterlot for the week, so I’m pretty much home alone... She said not to tell anyone, but I trust you!”
Alex was confused by Sweetie’s change in attitude, and was especially worried about the grin that was slowly inching across her face. However, Alex was, and always has been reckless and adventurous.
“Well, as long as she’d be okay with it.” Alex pondered for a moment. “Which, if she is leaving you home alone for a week, I guess she’d probably be okay with it.”
“Yeah. Rarity loves sleepovers! I’m sure it’ll be fine~ It’s too bad she’s not here...”
“All right, lead the way, I guess.”
Sweetie began walking off, away from the barber shop. Alex followed, right beside the filly.
Night rolled around as the two young ponies passed Sugarcube Corner. Sweetie Belle took a deep breath and sat back on her haunches.
“It sure does smell good in there...” she said
“I know.” Alex said, positioning himself next to his heroine. “Hey, Sweetie?”
“Yeah, Alex?”
“Well. We’ve only known each other for about a day now, so this may seem weird. But, You look pretty in this dim moonlight. All glowy.”
“Thanks.” Sweetie blushed and looked away. “You know, you look kinda cute with that haircut.”
“Really?”
“Sure! It suits you. Wild, like you!” She squeaked in a strangely endearing manner.
There was a silence. Alex and Sweetie spent the time looking at each other, unsure of what to say or how to act. Alex grinned. He stood up, and grabbed Sweetie Belle by her front hoof, attempting to pull her forward into a warm grasp of a hug. Instead, he ended up with a face full of Sweetie Belle as she fell on top of him. The two ponies laughed. Alex rolled over top of Sweetie Belle, who was still giggling at the incident. Sweetie looked up at the sky, then to the conveniently placed clock above the door of Sugarcube Corner.
“We should get home before it gets too late, Alex. Or, at least to the boutique...”
“All right.”
Sweetie lead Alex to the boutique.
After they arrived, Sweetie lifted the welcome mat to reveal a shiny, silver key, to which she lifted in her mouth skillfully. She gently slidthe key into the door and turned it, causing a clicking noise to occur. The door opened, and Sweetie walked in. Alex followed close behind, unknowing of what was to lie behind the door.
Sweetie flicked on a switch that filled the room with fluorescent light.
“Ha, you look even more glowy now.” Alex said.
“Thanks... I think...”
“No problem!” Alex said, content with his breathtaking compliment.
“Let’s go upstairs, I have more stuff to play with up there. And chairs, chairs are nice.”
“Okay.” Alex shrugged.
Sweetie Belle opened the door to her bedroom and stepped in. Alex followed, embracing everything; his entire day with Sweetie Belle.
In only one school day, he managed to get close to the most beautiful filly he’d seen in his life, and now it is as if they are best of friends. Alex’s lack of social activity made it hard to do things as a colt, being young with no friends, no activities, and rarely seeing the outside world made it especially hard to keep up with what was normal for other peers of his age. He didn’t care for much else but himself, but that is only because no one seemed to care for him. Music was his outlet, playing instruments and of course listening to it. Other fillies and colts gave him the ‘weird-o’ look for it, but he didn’t care. If he was having a bad day, which for the social dud was common, he would simply work on a new melody and let it all fade behind him. Nothing mattered but music before the present, before today. But this lack of common activity scared Alex now. He was the closest he had ever been with a filly; what should he do? Improvision had never worked for him to be social before, in spite of how hard he tried. Alex made it this far, however, and he was not going to give up. He’d do anything to get as close as possible with the filly, and he was completely willing and determined to do so.
“So, Alex...” Sweetie said, her voice slightly cracking in the process. “What do you do? I mean, you’re usually really quiet in class, and I never see you outside of school...”
“Um, well... I just kinda sit around... and do...” Alex quickly thought. What if Sweetie Belle thought Alex was weird for his liking of music? No other pony he knew had ever liked music quite as much as he did. But he didn’t want to lie...
“Well, I... I make music. I play instruments and stuff.”
“Really? That’s so cool!” Sweetie said.
“Yeah, I’m getting pretty good, at least I think.” Alex took a deep breath, and trotted to Sweetie’s window. Looking out, he noticed a shooting star. “I hope I can just-- Hey, that’s kinda pretty.”
“What is- Wow...” Sweetie said, joining Alex’s side, looking out the window.
Alex giggled for a moment.
“It’s not as pretty as you, Sweetie.”
“Aww, thank you, Alex. You’re really sweet!”
The two young ponies walked back to where they were previously sitting and chatting as the meteor faded off into the darkness of the night.
“So, what were you saying, Alex?”
“Oh, right. I hope I can just get big someday, you know? Make a difference for once.”
“Yeah. I like to sing... But I don’t think I’m very good at it. I like to do other stuff too! Like dancing and... Well, dancing...”
“You sing? Can I hear?”
“Umm...”
“It’s okay if you don’t wanna.”
“Okay! Good, because I really don’t...”
“That’s okay.”
“All right. So, Alex, what do you wanna do?”
“I don’t know. This is your place, what do you wanna do?”
“Well, I mean... We are here, alone...”
“Yes?”
“So, we could always... um...”
“We could ‘um...’ what?”
“We... Let me just show you, okay?!” Sweetie said, aggravated.
Alex started to get worried when he noticed that an angry Sweetie Belle was headed his way. In what felt like a heartbeat, she jumped, screamed, and tackled Alex, holding him down. Alex was much stronger than Sweetie, but his dad taught him an important lesson at a young age.
If a mare is ever holding you down, never resist.
Alex stared at Sweetie Belle. This was unlike what he had seen before; the beautiful, smart, sweet, energetic filly had turned to a still beautiful, less sweet, seemingly insane filly. Sweetie leaned her head forward, wrapping her two hooves around Alex’s neck, pulling him in close. She gave Alex a light, yet wet kiss on his cheek. She continued to lightly deliver her affectionate, warm kisses to Alex as she lightly moaned; almost teasing Alex. Alex was oblivious to what was going on, but he liked it. He reached a forehoof around Sweetie’s back, pulling her in as close as he could, in a warm, blissful clutch. Sweetie gently squirmed in Alex’s arms, creating a new kind of friction; something Alex had never experienced before. The light-blue colt closed his eyes, enjoying every moment. The alabaster filly quickly rolled off of Alex, slightly panting, eyes wide. She stared at the ceiling for a moment, and Alex did too. Neither pony knew quite what to say, but Alex simply had to ask...
“Why did you stop?”
“I... I just... I don’t know. I don’t know why I started! I’m sorry Alex... That seemed. Rapey.”
“I... It’s... I was enjoying that, so it wasn’t rape. I think.”
Sweetie looked over to Alex, who stared back at the filly. Alex, still on his back, looked up to the ceiling for a moment.
“Wow, Alex. Looks like you already are pretty big...” Sweetie exclaimed.
“What do you me-” he replied, looking to the filly. Her eyes averted from his face to his lower body, accurately in between his hind legs. “Oh.”
“Yeah...” Sweetie said, biting her lower lip. “C... Can I... touch it?”
Sweetie said the last few words in almost less than a whisper. She looked back to Alex, who barely gave more than a small blush.
“I... I guess?” Alex replied, unsure of what to say, let alone think of the situation.
It was not long after her permission was granted that she was in between Alex’s legs, her snout practically buried in his prepubescent genitals. Sweetie began with a gentle hoof stroke of Alex’s mostly flaccid cock. Her left hoof moved up and down, almost inspecting, embracing the length and size of his penis. Sweetie started to stroke faster, now using two hooves. Alex’s heart began to race, faster than he’d ever remembered. His penis became nigh rock-hard, to Sweetie Belle’s pleasure. She smiled and slightly released a “squeeee~” noise.
Sweetie stopped the stroking and began licking the length of his shaft. Starting from the bottom, and slowly working her way up. The alabaster filly’s saliva slowly dripped from her mouth, and slid down the extent of Alex’s penis. As she reached the top, she enveloped the entire tip in her mouth, rolling her tongue around it in the process. Alex moaned in pure ecstasy as she continued extemporaneously. The improvisation of Sweetie’s acts worked well with Alex, mostly because of his completely unexpectant virgin body. Alex tried as hard as he could to contain himself as Sweetie continued to stroke her tongue around his massive phallus. She slowly moved her head back and grinned at Alex, who was now embracing her complete beauty. The soft, creamy, white coat nicely complemented the pink and purple mane, which created a rather sweet frame for her dull, untouched horn. A mere glance at this filly is enough to melt anypony’s heart - and it had already done more than simply melted Alex’s.
“Do you like this, Alex?” the squeaky voice wonders. Reaching up with both hooves, Sweetie Belle quickly stroked the insane magnitude of Alex’s cock. Alex screamed in pleasure. He sat up before Sweetie could continue; the pleasure was nearly too much for the sheltered colt to handle.
“It’s my turn, Sweetie.”
Sweetie giggled with joy. Alex trotted around to her hindquarters, and pushed away her raised tail with his snout. Breathing in, he caught a whiff of the filly - and even though these were her sitting quarters, they even smelled beautiful to Alex. Alex started with one hoof, similar to the works of Sweetie Belle. He lightly stroked it up and down, occasionally playing with her nub of a clit, which caused her to squeal in pure joy. Prodding the prepubescent privates, Alex leaned his head in. He removed his now damp hoof, and began stroking with his tongue. He lead a circular motion around her clit, and then prodded his tongue inside of her vagina. The further his tongue entered, the more he could taste the salty juices excreting from Sweetie’s vagina. She moaned in pleasure as he moved his tongue around inside. Her vaginal walls contracted, becoming more tense around his tongue as Sweetie moaned louder and louder. Alex pushed his tongue in as far as he could, only slightly moving forth, millimeter by millimeter until he reached his limit. He quickly slid out his tongue, which caused the virgin alabaster filly to reach her first climax. The sweet filly’s sap sprayed wildly onto Alex and dripped onto the floor. Sweetie fell down from already weak legs, panting heavily.
“I... Alex...” Sweetie managed to squeeze out. “That was great...”
“Ha, you aren’t done until your partner finishes, too.” Alex joked. The unicorn rolled onto her back, which created a perfect entrance for Alex. Taking the chance, he walked over and stood his self over the filly, and swiftly guided his thick member into his heroine’s tight sheath. She whined in pure blissful ecstasy as Alex felt her walls contract again. Alex started to thrust his hips, most specifically to the beat of one of his songs. The filly beneath him moaned in harmony with his quick thrusts. Pulling out, both ponies moan and sigh softly. Alex slows down. Sweetie Belle gasps as she experiences Alex’s warm, hot penis sliding across her tender, silky filly lips. Occasionally, Alex prods her vagina with only his tip, teasingly spreading her sex and giving him a nice view of her tiny hole. Alex stops and takes a breath as Sweetie pants and stands herself up on wobbly legs. Alex positions himself back on top of her, ready to fuck the sweet young foal. Alex prodded her pussy again, but instead of swiftly entering her pussy as he did before, he instead slowly began to enter her tight, puffy ass hole. Teasingly pushing in and out, sure and careful not to hurt Sweetie, Alex leans forward to grip her. He can easily feel her thighs tensing as a lustful squeal is occasionally released. She tries to pant out words, but she can not. As Alex pushed his length into Sweetie’s tight asshole, he moaned in harmony with her fully crying out, a complete wail of pleasure. Not caring if anyone hears, of course. Keeping up with his strokes, Sweetie seems to slump down beneath him from so much work. His penis still deep inside of her foal-hole, Alex rolls over, balancing Sweetie; level on his chest and stomach, two hooves around Sweetie, grasping her close and holding her steady for each hip thrust into her tight passage. Alex finally began to reach his climax as he sped up his thrusts. Finally ejaculating, still inside of Sweetie Belle, he felt a rush of warm, sticky goo fill her ass to the brim, practically pushing his cock out of the way. Pulling out, Sweetie fell to the side of Alex with a thump, still panting and moaning. With a peek, Alex saw that his cum was dripping - yes, dripping - out of her much less tight asshole.
“Now, Sweetie...” Alex panted out. “Now you’re finished.”
“W-wow~” the distressed filly squealed in pure post-orgasmic bliss. “I w- wish I had met you s- sooner, Alex...”
“I’m glad you feel that way, Sweetie...” Alex struggled to pick up his head, but forced himself to roll over next to his heroine and grasp her again in an affectionate, post-coital grasp.
“Hey, Sweetie?”
“Yeah, Alex?”
“I think I know what love is now. And I think I’m in love with you.”
“Me too~”
The ponies were silent for a moment, soaking in the experience.
“Goodnight, Alex~”
“Goodnight, Sweetie.”
And the two ponies lay on the floor, one filled with cum and the other filled with lustful post-orgasmic ecstasy, sleeping in each others’ arms.
