Cranky and Matilda gazed out from the balcony of their Canterlot penthouse suite. It was perhaps expensive, but for the first night of their honeymoon it was worth it. After their eventful wedding and the reception, they'd taken the last train from Ponyville to Canterlot, and in the morning, after a leisurely breakfast, they'd be catching a sky chariot at Canterlot airport which would take them to Faris, Prance — the most romantic city in the world, or so Cranky had been told.
After the mix-up with the invitations, they were grateful the hotel and airline had allowed them to move things forward by a day, at no extra charge.
Matilda looked up to the night sky. "It was a night like this in Canterlot when I first met you, Cranky Doodle Donkey. After that night, I always knew I wanted to become Mrs Matilda Donkey."
Cranky smiled at her. "Well, it might have taken a long time for us to find each other again, but now you that's who you are. And that makes me the happiest donkey alive."
Matilda gestured back to their room. "Come on, it's time we went to bed."
"I suppose we do have to get up early. We don't want to miss our flight. Best we get some sleep." Cranky yawned.
Matilda crossed the threshold into the bedroom. "Oh, I never said anything about sleep."
She slipped off her wedding dress, standing before Cranky in four thigh-length white stockings, held up by lacy suspenders. A pair of pearl white panties adorned her flank, so skimpy and tight that they were wedged right into her plot crack. Cranky's jaw dropped.
Matilda smiled at the effect it had had on him. All this time and she still had what it took to drive him crazy. She walked slowly over to the bed, swaying her flank, and his eyes followed her. "What do you think about these panties?" she purred.
Cranky's jaw opened and closed a few times. It seemed he had temporarily forgotten how to speak. Collecting himself he stammered out, "th–they're n–nice?"
Matilda shook her head. "No, they're very uncomfortable. They've been rubbing against my plot hole and pussy all day. All day under that wedding dress, rubbing away, driving me insane. If only there were someone who could help me take them off…"
Cranky just stood there.
"Maybe that's something a husband might like to do for his new wife?"
He picked up on her not so subtle hint and trotted over beside her, raising a hoof to her flank.
"Not so fast. I don't want those hooves on my flank." Matilda smirked. "Not yet, anyway."
He looked confused.
"You have teeth, right?" she prompted.
Cranky approached Matilda's rear. She raised her tail and he planted his mouth into her plot, trying to bite the gusset, but it was wedged right between her ass cheeks. He reached out his tongue to try to hook it around the panties, and his pink protuberance brushed against the sensitive bridge of skin between her plot and pussy, making her quiver.
She'd been telling the truth about the rubbing. Matilda's pussy glistened in the soft candle light, and Cranky could smell her arousal. Using his hoofs to part her flank, he finally managed to hook his tongue around her gusset and tugged at it with that little muscle until he had her panties between his teeth. They tasted salty and bittersweet, as you might expect from fabric that has been slowly coated with a donkey's pussy juices all day.
Dropping the garment on the floor, his teeth went to her suspenders next. "No, leave them on," Matilda said, looking around to wink at him.
She turned fully towards Cranky and nuzzled him affectionately before kissing his neck up to his cheeks, muzzle, and eventually lips. Their tongues met and danced together in a movement reminiscent of their first dance at the reception earlier that evening.
Matilda broke away from his lips and kissed her way down his neck and chest. She looked under his barrel and her eyes widened. She came back up and gazed into his eyes. "It seems someone's come out to play," she chuckled.
Cranky blushed. He was now sporting a proud erection.
Matilda climbed onto the bed and lay down on her front, folding her legs underneath her. "Well, I'm ready when you are." She raised her tail, showing her winking pussy.
He walked to the bed, climbing up so that his front legs were at either side of her shoulders but his back hooves were still on the floor. His cock brushed against her inner thigh. "Go on, Doodle, make me your wife," she purred.
Cranky couldn't resist an invitation like that. He lined himself up with her pussy and pushed forward. Matilda sighed with pleasure as his substantial length slid inside her already wet passage.
He began to thrust his hips, using a slow, steady rhythm, pulling his cock almost all the way out, so that only the tip still remained inside Matilda, and then slid the glistening shaft back in. He used a front hoof to gently stroke her leg, feeling the soft texture of her stockings.
Matilda whimpered and rocked her hips back and forth against his thrusts. "Fuck me, Doodle! Fuck me harder with your donkey dick!" she moaned.
Cranky didn't need any more encouragement than that. He shifted his front hooves forward a little and started ploughing into her pussy, thrusting his eighteen inch cock into her warm sleeve as hard as he could, his balls slapping against her inner thighs.
Matilda was panting hard, and scratched at the sheets with one of her front hooves. "Harder, Doodle! I'm almost th–there!" Cranky gave her several hard, almost brutal thrusts and she shuddered and brayed. Her pussy started to rhymically milk his cock, but he wasn't there quite yet.
Cranky kept thrusting into Matilda, and she rested her head on the pillow, gritting her teeth, overwhelmed with pleasure. Her pussy quivered with each new thrust, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Hold on, Tilly! I'm going to fill you up!"
He bit his lip and grunted, releasing his donkey seed inside. He pumped almost half a pint into her in three quick thrusts, filling her up, the excess seeping out of her and trickling down her inner thighs.
Cranky collapsed onto Matilda's back, happy and exhausted.
After a few minutes to recover, he took a couple of steps back, his long dick flopping out of his wife's pussy and almost hitting the floor. He hauled himself up onto the bed and snuggled beside her.
She rolled over onto her side and rested a back hoof on his still sensitive cock, eliciting a shudder and a sigh. She gently rubbed the slick shaft up and down, kissing him on the nose. "That was fun, Mr Donkey." She smiled at him, gazing into his arctic blue eyes.
Cranky returned his wife's loving gaze. "Yes, it was, Mrs Donkey. We should do it again sometime," he chuckled.
"Why not now?"
"I… umm…" Cranky didn't know what to say.
Matilda kissed him again and laid a trail of gentle kisses, down his neck, chest and belly before reaching his semi-erect cock. She took the tip into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. His dick made an involuntary jump at the sensation.
Her mouth was warm and moist. She sucked gently, massaging the underside of his cock with her strong tongue. It wasn't long before he could feel himself starting to harden again.
She let his cock slide out of her mouth with a satisfying pop sound. Too long to take the entire length into her mouth, she satisfied herself and Cranky by kissing her way along the underside before using her long tongue to clean his shaft of their combined juices.
Soon he was fully erect and Matilda shuffled back up the bed and rolled onto her back, this time hoping to make love face-to-face. It was not the normal position for their species, but she'd seen it in a racy film once, and had always wanted to try it.
Cranky was no stranger to that position and propped himself up between her legs, his front hooves at either side of her barrel. He teased the head of his cock up and down the length of her slit, making sure to rub it against her clit, and making her groan with pleasure.
Without warning, he thrust into her, her dripping wet pussy squelching and some of their donkey cum from last time drizzling out onto the sheets.
Matilda moaned, looking into her new husband's eyes. "Fuck me, Doodle!" She ran her hooves through his chest fur, feeling his strong muscles.
Cranky leaned in and nuzzled her, still moving his hips up and down, his long donkey shaft penetrating her deeply. They kissed and he could taste her juices and his own seed on her mouth.
Matilda's breathing became heavy and irregular. Her sighs and moans became louder. She alternated between looking into her husband's loving eyes, and closing her eyes to better concentrate on the feeling of fullness inside her.
The couple moved like one animal, thrusting their hips together in perfect timing, each getting closer to their orgasms. Matilda was close, but bit her lip, trying to hold back as long as possible for her husband.
"I'm coming, Tilly," grunted Cranky.
"Me too," moaned Matilda.
With a final hard push, Cranky came inside his wife, this time only releasing a tiny spurt of his donkey juice. At the same time, Matilda climaxed and her pussy started sqeezing out every drop it could.
Cranky gave a few more half-hearted thrusts before collapsing on top of Matilda in a tangle of hooves. She nuzzled against him and hugged her new husband with both pairs of legs.
After a few minutes like that, the pair rolled over onto their sides, still holding each other in a tight embrace.
Cranky remembered that they were supposed to be catching a flight to Faris in under twelve hours. They really needed to get some sleep. "So, Tilly, are you looking forward to tommorrow?"
Matilda smiled. "Of course. And the next day, and the next day…"
Author's Note
Yes, I'm British, but I'm using "ass" instead of "arse" in this story because double-entendre.
