Hot Bruises

Why couldn’t the grass at Sweet Apple Acres be this comfortable? Softer than the pillows back home under my butt, and it was so long you could make a bed out of the stuff. The warmth from the sun was really nice, too, but I had that back at the farm at least. But there was one thing that I didn’t have back there.

And he was standing right in front of me. His head leaned from side to side until a definitive crack echoed from his neck. For a tense second, I was afraid he’d give away our position.

He must have noticed my worry. He kneeled down and touched my cheek with one hand, the other brushing just above my breasts. “They won’t hear us. Listen to that ocean.” He held a hand to his ear, and just like that, the white noise of the crashing waves that I had tuned out hours ago became noticeable again. It was like being reminded of the fabric of my clothes; forgot it was even there. My concern was irrational… though now my bikini felt kinda itchy. At least it would be off in a second.

But in a refreshing turn of events, I wasn’t the one who made the first move. After stealing a kiss off of my lips, Creed stepped back.

“There a blast radius I should be worried ‘bout?” I asked with a sensual smirk.

Creed simply chuckled. “It’s not that impressive.”

“I’ll be the judge a’ that.” I pointed my finger at him, then pointed it downward. “Off.”

Creed smiled as he stuck his thumbs under the band of his shorts, half-lidding his eyes at me. wondered if manes could catch fire from smoldering stares of lust. “Yes ma’am.” My eyes went straight to the promised treasure to see as he tugged down on his shorts. I never thought a minotaur could be slow and sensual, but there he was.

Helloooo, rising sunshine.

Creed was obviously examining me for my reaction, and the way he chuckled made me think what I did was… expected. Like he had a focus group for his junk or something. I bit my lip and tightened my fists, cursing myself for not acting on my urges in the cabin, White Knuckles be damned. He could have watched for all I cared. Long story long, Creed’s dick was a national treasure.

Black as the darkest night, and slick as a new coat of motorcycle paint. Smooth where others would be wrinkled. Perfectly straight without a hint of a misdirection. Most impressive, though, was its size. Not that it was monstrous. In fact, I was pretty sure Caramel was bigger. But I was more invested in Creed’s size because it suited him. Not an inch too long or short, and it wasn’t too girthy either. Best of all, Creed didn’t even have to pose to make it look good on him.

After that overly long mental appraisal, Creed kicked his swim trunks away. “Perhaps you might want to show me something?” he asked quizzically.

I blinked, ear flicking as he said that to me. After a few more seconds of staring at that mastercrafted cock, I looked back up at him and smiled. “Well, I might have somethin’ for ya to gawk at...”

“Plenty. I'm sure it'll blow my mind.”

I raised an eyebrow at that, standing back up as I reached back with my hands and tossed out my mane, giving him a half-lidded stare. “I don’t already?” A grin settled on my face as I reached around behind my back, my bikini suddenly feeling a bit too tight. A quick grab and pull on the strings released the pressure, and I tossed the top off like an afterthought. I felt his eyes move down from my face, but I turned around too quick for him to get a good look in; besides, I had something way better for him to look at.

I tucked my thumbs under the strap for my bikini bottom and pulled, bending down and flicking my tail out of the way to show myself off better. A breeze blew through and I felt a chill rush up my spine from my crotch. I dunno when it happened, but my body opened a floodgate, I was sure of that from all that shiny lube starting to show on my thighs.

The next thing I knew was realizing just how long I’d been waiting, as Creed stepped forward and grabbed me around the belly, spun me around and shot in for a kiss. I felt his leg sneak in between mine as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing as tight against him as I could, tight enough that I could feel every racing beat of his heart. One his arms kept me pressed against him as another moved down, his hand settling on my ass and giving it a rough squeeze.

“Mmph!” Hoo, that felt good, even better with how I was grinding against his thigh. That tower of muscle holding me so close barely moved, though, letting me wriggle and moan against him as much as I wanted. Couldn’t shove him over to get on top, which was kind of a bummer, but as he moved down to the grass, I didn’t really wanna take control.

He never broke his contact with him as he laid me out on the grass, the soft blades flattening out into the greatest bed I’ve ever laid on. And soon to be, ever gotten laid on. I opened my eyes slightly to look up at his face, my tongue wrestling against his as my legs wrapped around his back and our gazes met.

I was burning worse than AJ in heat, and Creed didn’t waste any time with lining up against me, rubbing the tip of his cock against me. I tugged hard against his back, trying to force him into me, just begging for a rough thrust, c’mon, Creed, don’t make me wait, don’t—

“Ah!” I broke the kiss and yelled out as he shoved into me, stretching me out just enough for a bit of pain to mix in with the mind-blowing pleasure of it all. I had him, and he had me, and I couldn’t’ve been happier. I panted as he started thrusting into me, dragging out every draw back before thundering back in. “Ohhhh...”

Creed just grinned as he lifted himself up slightly, eyes drifting down to watch my breasts bounce with each hard thrust he made, and the sight just drove him on harder. I was shaking all over from how pent-up I was, and I think he could tell just how bad I wanted it, making me huff and squeak - squeak - with every hump. “Someone’s been anxious...”

“C-Could say the same ‘bout you, buddy!” I panted out, grinning up at him. “Don’t tell me y’ didn’t like... seeing Skippy bend me over like that...”

“Couldn’t lie like that, e-even if I tried.” He snorted and slammed hard into me, ears perking as I screamed. It felt like time slowed down with that, like the world was letting my brain catch up with what my body was doing. My vision went blurry and pink, and it took a bit for Creed’s confused face to come back into focus. “Did that hurt? You clenched hard...”

“Haa... y’ think that’d hurt me?” I just smiled up at him as my hips rolled, his dick feeling nice and slippery in me. “Don’tcha know what a mare’s orgasm feels like?”

He just blinked at me again, starting up the thrusting as he gritted his teeth. “That fast?”

“You ain’t the only one who’s been waiting for this...” I pulled myself back up and kissed him again, forcing my tongue into his mouth. I found it kinda weird how that was the only place that didn’t feel like an iron wall, but it kinda made sense; he was always kind of a pushover with that voice of his. “Mmm...”

But every other part of him was as aggressive as a dragon. I felt my ass get picked up off the ground on those thrusts, his legs shifting forward a bit so he could take me better. His breath shooting out through his nose in heavy snorts, with me crushing down on him as hard as I could with my vag... it was Nirvana, no better way to describe it.

“Okay, okay…” I pressed my hand to his chest once again. “D-Don’t run me ragged just yet, fuck…” I planted my hooves in the grass and scooted away. Creed got the hint and pulled himself out of me. I exhaled a breath I didn’t even know I was holding and pined for his cock’s absence. How I longed for it. But I had to savor the moment. I pointed upwards. “On yer knees. Let’s make up for the gap.”

“Gap?” Creed asked as he did as he was told. Good boy. His cock, which looked delectable with my juices coating it, stood proud before me.

“Sex ain’t a competition, but…” I, by some miracle, got on my hands and knees without collapsing, and crawled up to Creed. I beheld his dick in my hands, rubbing its underside and lightly cupping his sack. “You know I’m way farther along than y’are, know what I mean?”

“Oh, right.” Creed nodded. “Head’s in the clouds here.”

“Eh, y’ain’t alone.” I kissed the tip of his dick, causing it to throb. “Now, let’s see how ya taste.” I was curious to feel his meat on my tongue, but I also wanted to see if I could make this mighty fella squirm. Even more than that, I had a new trick I figured he might be interested in. But first, an old classic.

I folded my arms beneath my breasts, propping them up for Creed to see. I looked up at him for his approving gaze, and as he gave it, his cock hardened a little more. It seemed he would never tire of seeing my precious apples.

His cock settled in the crevice of my cleavage. I re-positioned my hands, then pushed my breasts forward and wrapped them around his length, leaving only the head and base exposed. The rest was snug within my mounds, being assaulted with warmth and sweat. The sweat would be decent enough lube to make his cock's stay within the embrace of my tits all the more pleasurable.

What worked for me when it came to giving Creed paizuri (that's what they call titfucking in Neighpon, apparently) was a mixture of the old standbys. While I rose up and fell in a slow and steady rhythm, I squeezed and released my breasts around Creed's cock, pumping him up from the bottom to the top.

I found myself scooting closer to Creed as my breasts held his dick close to my heart. His balls lightly tapped against my chest every time I rose up. I cherished the brief contact I had with all of this glorious phallus.

I heard Creed clear his throat, though he was just covering up a gasp. "Your breasts are..." He pondered what to say. "Hm. What can I say that hasn't been said before?"

"Y'can't, hon," I said, kissing his cock again. "But I know whatcha thinkin', and I appreciate it."

Creed lightly shrugged. "You're welcome."

"In fact, I'm so grateful, I'm gonna reward ya with a new trick." I let go of my breasts and let them fall back to where they belonged. Creed's dick was fully exposed, allowing me to play nice with it. Specifically, with my mouth.

The beauty of a long and less girthy shaft such as Creed's was the unimpeded challenge of how far I could get it into my mouth. My vaginal fluids and sweat were wiped off his dick as my lips took in his length. I closed my eyes as my cheeks stretched out to take him in. I tasted salt and musk. It was beautiful.

“Watch the teeth there, kiddo,” Creed whispered.

“Mmmhmm…” I wanted to praise the feel, texture, warmth and comfort of his cock with my words, but I had to put my mouth to use in another way. I dove in even deeper, ignoring the friction of the bare parts of his cock on my lips. That’s when I realized that he hadn’t even entirely filled me up when he fucked me.

I looked down once the tip of his cock hit the back of my tongue, and I could see some of him still sticking out. It was totally dry, too. I didn’t pay much thought to just tasting what I had and working with that, furrowing my brow and pushing forward. Fortune favors the bold, and mares who can hold down gag reflexes. “Nghk...”

My eyes shut even tighter as my throat clenched. Creed’s cockhead moved down into me, gradually, and my mind raced. Mind over matter, mind over matter... Ohhh, he tastes good… It was like swallowing a pill. I just had to step way out of my comfort zone and let an unfamiliar object breach the recesses of my mouth.

“This is uncharted territory for this bull…” Creed said, folding his arms and spreading his legs a little further. Doing that freed up a little room for his cock and balls, allowing me to dive along the rest of his length and touch his base. I had it all inside of me, from my lips to my throat. I knew my nostrils would be burning after this. “What now?” asked the hunk attached to the dick in my mouth.

I couldn’t answer because, well… dick, but he would see soon enough. I was surprised he couldn’t figure it out. I summoned a bit of my voice from the deepest part of my throat, what little of it wasn’t taken up by a penis, and began to hum.

Creed’s expression remained content, except for his eyes, which widened very suddenly. It was like a teenager receiving his first blowjob all over again, but seeing it on a grown male’s face made it all the more endearing.

I was like a living fleshlight, with my throat serving as a vibrator against Creed’s meat. He was at a loss for words, so he just remained kneeling, his torso leaning back and his eyes going half-lidded. It was oddly comforting to have his hand touch my head, tousling my mane as made him shake.

And yet, I still couldn’t tell whether or not he was even remotely close to cumming. I was normally skilled in that department. A sudden blush, a lapse in breath, there would always be some sign that the guy was about to lose it. But not Creed. It was then that I realized just how much stamina I was putting up with here.

Then again, why didn’t I figure he’d be able to keep himself contained to begin with? A large bull employed in the royal guard who knew martial arts and yoga, and had gotten enough tail for me to be envious of. Of course he wasn’t about to blow his load into me so easily. But he made me cum already… I was doomed to fall behind to begin with.

I fell into a good rhythm. I would hum, causing Creed’s cock to vibrate inside the reaches of my throat, and once I ran out of breath I would inhale through my nostrils. The repeating cycle helped stifle the discomfort of having him so deep inside my throat, which wasn’t even all that plentiful to begin with.

Just when Creed started to blush, he patted the top of my head. “Okay, I’m good.”

He stepped back gently. I gagged a little as his medial ring escaped my throat, and found myself in a small coughing fit when the rest of his dick exited my mouth. I swore he was even more soaked in my saliva then he was in my vag juice.

“Now that was risky,” Creed said, wiping his brow.

“Says the royal guard biker street fighter,” I snipped.

“Even if I did have a lesser stamina pool, how could I make use of it when I’d be worried about you choking on me?” Creed offered a kind smile at that, scratching a bit behind my ear.

“Like ya’d have to worry ‘bout me, big guy. D’ya know who yer fucking?”

“Well, I know her name, and I may have heard stories in a few letters she sent me… Maybe I’ve seen her amazing carpentry.”

“Master-craftin’s her specialty, after all.” I smiled and moved up to his face, placing my hands on his chest. “‘Course, there’s other things to show off.”

Creed wrapped his arms around me, pulling me gently into his lap. It was still hard to not just mount him right there, but I wanted to give him a show. Once I spotted the tree behind him, which boasted a nice smooth spot on its trunk, I knew I had my stage.

Creed followed my gaze as I pointed over to it, raising his brow. I gave him a smooch on the cheek and whispered in his ear. “Sit down over there, bucko. Yer gonna see the best part of me.”

That got a twitch out of him, his cock tapping me on the belly. He slid out from under me and gave me a last kiss before standing up and walking over to the tree, taking hold of a branch to steady himself as he sat down in front of it. A low groan came out of him when he leaned back against the smooth spot, and a smile settled on his face as he beckoned me over to him.

I picked a winner of a spot, perfect for what was coming. I got up and, just to tease him a little, put my hands behind my back and pushed out my chest a little, swaying my hips as I walked over to him. Those eyes of his were locked on every part of me, and when I looked down at his pride, I couldn’t help but giggle a bit; it was standing so straight, I coulda sworn it was saluting me.

He reached up with his hands once I came close enough to him, but a quick spin and a brush of my tail against his face stalled him. “Ah, you ain’t takin’ over just yet...” He still took hold of my hips and guided me into his lap. Had to shift my legs as I turned around, but once I felt my hooves sitting next to his hips, and my rump rub up against his shaft, I let myself relax in the best seat in the house; a hot and moist one.

If there’s one thing I loved about doing it with the lights on, or the afternoon sun, it was presenting myself. I leaned forward and brushed my ass upwards along Creed. While I kept enough control, I was absolutely twitching at the thought of that big thing entering me from this position. Lying prone and letting somepony go to town was one thing, but to be on top, and in control… I couldn’t wait to feel Creed squirm.

Creed was eager to explore what I was presenting, stretching the fat of my ass with his fingers and thumbs. He didn’t remain in the safe zone for long, with his naughty thump slipping towards my moistened nethers. There was a bit of a forest of fur, but underneath all of that, he found my slit, which he spread open.

My lip started to tremble. “Oh fuck…” I gasped in anticipation. My body started to lower, and my vulva found its way around Creed’s dick. I fell onto him. “Oh fuck!” I crushed back down on him and leaned up, his arms wrapping around me. One got around my belly, keeping me close, while his other hand found my breast, and if his groping wasn’t some of the best in the world, I’d be shocked. I’m glad he chose to squeeze my left breast; it was slightly bigger than my right.

I heard him chuckle about something, probably how red my face was getting, but I didn’t care. I reached back with an arm and wrapped it around the back of his head, pulling him down into my neck. I almost lost control there for a sec, but once I started sliding my hips along him, massaging that incredible cock in me, the beast was tamed. “S-Shoot, you were holdin’ back on the grass, weren’t you?”

“Mmph...” He squeezed my breast a little harder, stealing a gasp from me. “Maybe... didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me? Honey, it hurts knowin’ you didn’t stuff me full the first time around!” My tail twitched and tried getting around Creed, but with his back against the wall, all it could do was bat uselessly against the tree; that thing had a mind of its own, and it was one heck of a cuddler. The sound of it hitting the tree mixing with the sound of Creed sliding in and out of me, and his rumbling breaths and snorts against my neck, it was like fighting a super-horny dragon. But enough about spring cleaning with Spike.

A scream caught in my throat, sounding like another gag. My hips slid backward, with my ass pushing especially hard against Creed’s crotch. I knew another orgasm was about to catch me by surprise, and I wanted him to feel all of me when it hit. So I pressed my back against him, reached up with my arm, and used his neck as a support, my muzzle nearly touching the underside of his.

And then he licked me, from my cheek to my ear. Bull tongue, heheh. Its roughness traced around my ear, causing me to squirm, which only allowed my nethers to further feel his cock, clasping around him like a predator having caught its prey. Another rush of lube burst from me and coated his shaft all the way down to his ballsack.

I shuddered, exhaled, and laughed, pausing my grinding, though Creed didn’t stop in the slightest. I smiled up at him. “I came. Heh.”

“Want to take a breather?” Creed asked, only now slowing down.

“Not on your life,” I boasted. “Two in a row? C’mon, that’s child’s play.”

“Child’s play, huh? Why are we just messing around, then?” He turned my head, forcing me to face him head on. “On your front.”

I would have done as he said, but I should have known that he’d play rough. Although he caught me off guard by standing up, clutching my shoulders tight and laying me flat on my stomach along the comfortable grass, I liked it. Saved me the trouble of doing most of the work after my last orgasm; my pussy was still dripping marecum. Sorry, grass.

Creed brought his muzzle intimately close to my back, inhaling my scent. I’ve gotten used to the apple and hay smell that’s been engraved into my skin, but to Creed, I was an entirely new flavor. I thanked Celestia he didn’t have a nose ring, as having his nostrils graze my body made my twice-rent nethers quiver.

It was a whole other kind of experience being pinned down under a bull. All it took was a hand to press me down against the grass, the other placing itself between my legs as he lined himself up. “D-Don’t think I could take both your dick and a finger, Creed...”

“It’s not going in, calm down.” He leaned up and took my ear between his teeth, nibbling on it as he pushed in. The world melted around me as he filled me up, not bothering to hold back this time around, and the ear nibbling sent really nice trembles down through me. Not to mention his middle finger circling around my clit, making everything so much more intense. I didn’t care if I was being squashed under a bull ready to fuck me a new one; he was a big, heavy blanket over a cloud-soft bed of grass, and thankfully, it wasn’t a vibrator going into me today.

“Ngh!” I squeaked as he shoved into me, hilting himself before going into that same, smooth rhythm from before. I closed my eyes, moaning as he thumped into me over and over, his dick gliding in and out and stretching me so nicely. My rump buzzed as his hips slapped into it. My legs shuddered from his weight. Even my eyelids didn’t want to go back up. If sex was music, then Creed knew my favorite song.

And in the middle of our melody, Creed halted the band. I groaned as I pressed my cheek against the grass. “What is it?” I asked.

Creed was looking over his shoulder. "Did you hear someone breathing?"

"Big guy, I'm pantin' over here. Are you gonna or not?"

Creed shrugged and took ahold of my hips. "I'm gonna, don't worry."

I was howling like a she-wolf the moment his cock pushed back into me and his balls slapped against my vulva. “Ah! There you go!” I cried out. “F-Fuck!”

“Easy, girl,” Creed whispered, this time in a far more comforting, less husky tone. One of his hands left my hip and reached around me. As he did, his chest collided with my back. It was like a puzzle piece snapping into place. Then, Creed wrapped his fingers around my hand. “You don’t need to cry out.”

Suddenly, his fucking became… different. He didn’t let up in the slightest, make no mistake, but that didn’t stop him from feeling a little closer to me. And here I thought that having him inside of me was as close as he could get, but I’ve been proven wrong before.

If I was in bliss before, this was something I didn’t have a name for. I held on for longer this time. Creed’s sudden act of tenderness caused me to have a paradigm shift of my own; I was no longer focused on his dick or the ecstasy or his hot body. I was focused on him.

It was only then that I realized how selfish I was being this whole time. Why was I so preoccupied with lust that I couldn’t see how amazing Creed was as a person? I saw some of it beforehand, but only after finally getting what I wanted did I realize how good it felt to know him. A creature of stature and cleverness.

But being a wicked lover never hurt, and boy, did he make me sweat. The heat alone was making my vision go hazy, but his body gave me a wall to lean on, and his hand was an anchor to hold on to. I just drifted off on the waves of pleasure rushing up through me, Creed nuzzling and nibbling my ear to add in just a little hint of closeness.

Creed whispered once again to me. "This doesn't have to end until you say it does."

"A-And how does... does that work...?" I was lost in both pleasure and confusion as to how he could dictate how long this would go for. Even the most composed and enduring stallion has to lose his spunk at some point. At least, that’s what I thought, but apparently Creed had yet another trick up his sleeve.

"I'll be able to hold it in as long as I need to. Trust me, years of practicing meditation does wonders..." He flashed a grin as he ran his thick fingers through my hair. "But if you want me to... well..."

I growled as he pulled on the end of my mane. "Cum inside me, you fucking beast...?"

Creed grunted in response. "Well, yes. If you want that to happen, just say my name."

Oh, I’d gotten these types before… Not that I could blame the big guy for getting off on hearing someone cry out for him. Hell, even I would get a little bonkers from somepony saying the name of the pretty farmgirl riding them wild. I’m talking about me, of course. But this isn’t about me. It was always Creed, and his indomitable spirit, raw sexual charisma, and how good he made me feel; on my insides and in my heart.

In a way, I didn’t want it to end. But I didn’t want to grow complacent, and the whole intimate experience just wouldn’t have been complete without having him fill me up with his, well, essence. I wanted all of him, and that included his semen.

It was with a heavy heart that I cupped his cheek in my palm, craned my neck, and whispered in his ear, “Cum for me, Creed. Drench me. Make me pour out for you, Creed.”

I heard his breaths become a lot heavier. It really did spur him on. He didn’t lose any of his force as his hips picked up the pace. My insides were burning from the friction, but in the best possible way.

Creed kept holding onto my hand, but he took his other hand off of my hair and brought it around my stomach. He turned over onto his side, taking me with him. He had amazing control over himself, being able to keep fucking me while moving his whole self.

I kept talking. I wanted him to finish so bad. I needed this. “Fuck me, Creed…” I said without subtlety. “Fucking cum inside me.”

Creed licked my neck, clasped my breast, and said to me, “As you wish, Bloomer.”

A mutual orgasm is something I would put on my top ten of the best possible things in the world, next to apple fritters and rain on a sleepy morning. How fitting that someone as amazing as Creed would treat me to one of my favorite things. Not apple fritters, of course, but absolutely perfect timing in a climax, delivering that final, decisive thrust just as my walls clamped down upon him and my body surged.

And like pressing a finger to a faucet, he went off in me. With every press of my pussy against his cock, his cum would push it right back out, forcing my orgasm up higher and higher. I pressed back up against him as I heard myself squealing in ecstasy; it was all hollow and distant in my head. Like hearing somepony cum from across a field, and being there to feel every surge at the same time. How could anypony, bull or not, make an orgasm feel this great?

But that was the miracle, wasn’t it? I woke up this morning thinking it would just be a normal, boring day. I would have flaked out by the pond in one of my older bikinis eating whatever decadent sweets I could’ve gotten from the fridge. I would have watched the sun rise and fall without any influence on the world it illuminated. I would have probably cranked one out to the fantasy of three naked stallions having a chance encounter with me. And then I would have gone to bed without any thought towards my future.

Yet here I was, having my existential crisis washed away as the bull of my dreams made me his. What a day...The bull who made me enjoy carpentry again. The bull who believed in me. The bull who listened to me. The bull that made me want him. The bull who made me cum three times to his one.

Somewhere between my orgasm and coming out of my haze, Creed had presented a bag of clover. As I lay in his lap, he passed me a blunt, which I let sit lazily in my mouth as the comforting steam of it filled my nostrils.

Creed was something else. Lots of ponies are something, but this bull was something else.

“No, Apple Bloom,” he said to me, making me realize that I was thinking out loud again. “You’re something else. You just didn’t realize it.”

I smiled as I took the blunt out of my mouth to blow some steam. “Creed, you complete me.”

“I know. You said that already,” he said, returning the smile.

“Just making sure you heard.”

“I got it.”