Bucking Above Your Weight

Featherweight let out a sudden moan as her hands rubbed down his neck. As their lips locked, his hooves pressed along her back, pushing her closer. He had never experienced anything like it. She curled her tongue around inside his mouth, both their eyes tightly closed, jolts of bliss shooting through his head. Their heads slid a little to the side, kissing passionately.

Finally, Melissa pulled back. He watched his saliva dripping down her smudged cherry lipstick on her lips as he began to pant. She looked so deeply happy as well as supremely confident. He scrunched his face and lips without even thinking, accidentally tasting her tangy lipstick. Her hands went down to his chest, fingers grooving into his fur.

"Was that your first kiss, Featherweight?" she asked in a soft, smooth whisper. She leaned down and let her long red hair slip over her eyes.

"Second," he replied. And I am hoping that that little dare with Snips in front of the colts doesn't actually count as a 'kiss'. "Nothing like that. Nothing like this." He tried to get his breathing under control.

"That's a pretty nice reaction from just a kiss," Melissa commented, smirking. "Down there." She pulled him several inches over, with his body sitting up atop her legs. She nudged her left leg upwards, stroking the area between his legs a little.

He squealed embarrassingly. She made a smug, happy nod. "So, Featherweight, I assume that you, well," she commented, "know more or less what to do. You've seen and read certain things."

She tweaked her fingers along his chest and down his belly. He shivered, feeling such amazing pleasure from just the contrast of her skin on his fur, and he bopped his head up and down. She chuckled. "I read issues of, uh," he said, blushing, "Cum Covered Cutie Marks, from the convience store. Snails sends me some Fuzz Comics, too. I, uh, hide them under my, erm, dresser." Oh, Celestia, I feel so... so... it's...

She just gazed upon him. Her fingers went up to his cheeks, touching along his splatters of freckles. I don't know, really. It's not working. It's not happening. I just feel so nervous that I can barely move. He felt her legs shifting about underneath him, her bottom hooves getting stroked. I can't blow it, not now. I have the alien seductress of my dreams right here, Shouldn't my innate animal instincts be taking over or something!

She picked up his front hooves, and she slid them over to her shoulders. He glanced along her wonderful face, moving from her delicate yet beautiful looking eyes with such a mix of gray, brown, and green along her pretty features over to her huge chest. He found his head naturally leaning down. His hooves rubbed up against the bottom of her white cotton top.

"Go right ahead," she muttered, her own breaths getting faster. Little beads of sweat popped up.

He blinked. He tried to keep himself from freezing in place, anxiousness just coursing through his insides, and he pushed his hooves up. The top curled up and off of her, with her fingers helping him along. He nudged his face even closer as his eyes swelled to the size of saucers.

"Oh, my gosh! There-- those-- these-- they are--" Featherweight sputtered. His hooves groped along the edges of her wonderful, full breasts. "So soft! So cuddly! It really is!" He squeezed them a bit from the sides, hearing her let out a nice moan. His mouth hung open. "I can't believe it."

"Go right ahead," she muttered once again, voice even lower.

Featherweight slid his head down and pressed his face onto her chest. His hooves rubbing and massaging her left breast, he littered a trail of wet, sloppy kisses against her right breast. He slurped up and down, finally pressing his mouth down and just groaning. She made a soft, low squeal, her hands going through his mane.

"Oh, Celestia!" he called out, and he licked his way over to her other breast. His hooves nudged her hard, perky nipples, and he started to nibble. Every last inch of her seemed to taste so amazing. "Your alien breasts! Your huge alien breasts with their alien curves and alien pink, puffy things on your smooth, warm, peachy-pinky alien skin! Alien things on your chest!"

Tears started to well up underneath her eyes. "Your alien-- oh, gosh," he moaned. He pushed his face down and started to suckle, his hooves rubbing up, down, side to side, and all over. "Daylight!" He cried a lot more.

She shifted a little back, leaning over, and kissing him on the forehead. Her hands dug into his mane, scratching up and down. "Let's not get too crazy too late."

"Okay," he murmured. He moved his head up, and he watched as she put her hands around his sides. She scooted herself along on the couch, positioning his body down as well. He rubbed up against her feet, feeling her toes curling up around his bottom hooves, and he took a deep breath. His eyes danced up from her smooth belly to her large breasts and back down again.

"And now," she said. She made a devious sort of smirk. "Keep going."

"Going," he repeated. He didn't want to stop staring at her delicious looking chest. She moved her hands down to her jeans shorts, sliding them over to the big golden button. He finally looked down as her fingers opened up her shorts a bit. Oh, dear sweet Celestia, she has striped pink and white panties. He felt himself trembling a little. With soft pink lace. He put a hoof over her hands. "Melissa?"

"Pull them down," she said.

She slid up her fingers, and he moved his hoof down into her open fly.

"No, no," she murmured, somehow sounding even more seductive than before, "use your teeth."

He took a gulp. He positioned himself several inches lower along the couch, sweat pouring down his cheeks, and he pushed his head forwards. He bit part of her fly and tugged down. Her shorts came right down easy, finally rubbing up against her knees.

"And my panties."

His heart rattled like a jackhammer. He closed his eyes for a while, trying to keep himself together. This is it! This is really it! He moved his face back into place, and he bit against the lace tip of her panties. He opened his eyes as he tugged down. She made some sort of happy chuckle.

She leaned her legs up and to the side, making Featherweight pop himself off of her. She kicked her shorts and panties onto the floor, and she swung herself back into position on the couch. This time, she opened her legs up, one of them poised over the back of the couch and the other rubbing up against the floor.

"A-a-a-a-alien p-p-p-pussy," Featherweight stammered, feeling drool coming down his face. He seemed to sweat more than he ever had in his entire life. His eyes feasted on the peachy-pink slit in between her legs, with just a very light layer of brown hair around the top. Dear sweet merciful Celestia, it's like she has a blasted landing stip going to her... her... She also looked pretty wet, little bits of moisture dripping down onto the couch.

"Keep going," she remarked, sliding her head from side to side. He leaned down, his face just inches from her crotch. She's nothing like any mare... like... wow. Just, wow! He nudged his hoof up against her thigh and massaged along her slit. She grunted.

He pushed a little to the right. This is her, I guess, 'womanhood'? His eyes felt like nails knocking into her skin, staring straight with every fiber of his being. He opened up her slit a little, seeing such wonderful looking pinkish folds inside. He opened up his mouth a little, sucking in a huge breath. It's now or never, face to face with an alien enchantress' "hidden treasure"-- just like Issue II, Volume V! Thank goodness she doesn't have any claws or tentacles inside there like Fuzz Comics always said.

He licked, sticking his tongue inside of her womanhood. He slurped from side to side. She made a serious of groans. He pressed his head in, and he licked straight up. He felt himself rubbing up against something small and round, sort of like a jellybean. He paused as her groans amped up even louder. He went on licking again on that same spot.

"Oh, Featherweight, you don't just stampede to the clit like that," she murmured, tapping him on the head. "That's not cool."

"The clit," he repeated, leaning his head up. He might was well have had question marks floating up atop his head, his ears flickering around.

"You don't know--" she began, but she froze mid-sentence. She made a suppressed laugh, something that felt like a stab to the heart for poor Featherweight. "Oh, virgin. Right."

"You don't want me to lick your, uh, thing, then?" he asked, slurping up and down instead and trying to avoid the beady pink glob of flesh.

"Do it. Just do it in balance."

He froze, his tongue buried in the middle of her slit. What the hay does 'balance' mean? He looked up at her with his big eyes, putting them into a 'sad puppy' sort of pose.

"Uh, little tip," she said, running her fingers through his mane. "Just do the alphabet backwards."

"What is the what backwards? How?"

She laughed, and she moved her fingers down onto his cheeks, squeezing them. "Your tongue is a pencil. Write the alphabet backwards. Like Z, Y, X, W, V, U, T-- and so on." She closed her eyes.

Before he could even think of a response, she pushed her womanhood back up in his face. He drank in her wonderful scent and taste for moment. Backwards! He stuck his tongue out and slipped it around in a zig-zag motion like a 'z'. She made a soft moan. He slurped up and down before smacking his tongue against her clit, making a loose 'z'. She moaned once again, her body shivering. Oh, gosh, I'm doing it! He kept on eating her out, taking his sweet time with letter after letter. He could sense the sheer pleasure rippling across her body.

Finally, putting the finishing touches on a 'g', he gave the top of her womanhood a big, sloppy kiss. As his tongue danced around, she made a deep scream. Her hands smacked into the back of his head, fingers scraping against his mane. He knew that she had explosions of pure joy going off along her sides. Her head rocked back and forth, mouth opening up wide. Her hair scattered all across the couch's pillow behind her.

"Oh, Featherweight," she murmured, gazing down with her beautiful face back at him. Her hands gripped his shoulders, and she shoved him forwards, his face buried on her breasts once again.

"This is what they call an 'organism', right?" Featherweight asked. He just feasted on her satisfied expression, and he made a huge smile. He felt so giddy that he shook a bit. "I did a good job, right?"

"Right," she said, scuffing his hair. She smiled, and she leaned over for another kiss. Their heads shifted from side to side, lips slurping against each other's.

Featherweight felt almost pained in between his legs. Her thighs rubbed up against his, and he shivered, intense pleasure shooting through him. She broke the kiss, and she took a little breath.

"Well, it's your turn," she said. Confidence just seemed to drip from every inch of her face.

"Turn?"

Her fingers clutched his flanks, stroking his cutie marks, and she shifted him around several inches. He looked at her face, seeming so warm and inviting. He looked at her enormous breasts, seeming so soft and tasty. He looked over at the areas in between their legs. His throbbing hard colthood lined up right atop her soaking wet womanhood.

"Melissa," he groaned, closing his eyes. "Will the-- the-- p-p-parts f-f-fit?"

"Sure as hell looks like it," she replied, squeezing his flanks.

He pictured his teenaged thing, magically changed just like the rest of him but still way more on the small side for a stallion. Still, her womanhood, a lot more snug and smaller looking compared to the marehoods that he'd spied on time after time again, appeared to be perfect for him. He couldn't really think anymore. He just felt her fingers against his fur, his mouth against her breasts, and their bodies poised in exactly the right way. He slid his lips down, and he sensed the tip of his colthood nudging up against her wet slit.

*Thrust!*

"Oh! My! Gosh!" Featherweight screamed out, grinding his hooves against her belly as his face bounced upon her breasts. He slid himself as far in as he could go in just a matter of seconds. The feelings didn't hit him at first. But when they did, the solid blast of total, pure pleasure seemed to simply melt his brains. "It feels so good! So perfect! For you! You! Youuuuu!"

He heard her making a torrent of whine-like noises, and her hands gripped his back. He could barely keep himself together. He softly slid backwards, inch by inch, and every last tiny move swelled up sheer bliss through his insides. He moved his mouth over and suckled her breast. He pumped back inside.

Again, he felt such powerful pleasures running through both their bodies. He kept on pumping, immediately starting to turn into something quick and mechanic. He nibbled a bit, feeling her groan. He finally threw his head up, his flanks thrusting fast and faster.

"I can't! I can't last! I can't take it! It's too much!" Featherweight yelled. Tears flowed like waterfalls from his face. "I'm not going to last!"

She didn't say anything back. She merely curled her legs up along his backside a little and pushed his flanks forwards. Her breasts went against his face once again, and he decorated them with messy slurp after messy slurp. He couldn't believe it. She finally clenched herself, his colthood shoved in as far as he could manage, and he felt himself crossing some sort of line.

He screamed again and again. He poured himself into her, feeling himself pulsing inside of her snug, wet womanhood. She held him close, almost cooing. Nothing in his entire life had ever felt so good, and he seemed totally convinced that nothing could ever again. The pleasure rocketed through every last inch of his body.

He slumped over, falling off of the couch and landing atop the floor. He tried to stand up, feeling very woozy and hardly being able to see straight. He blinked, and he held a hoof up against the bed. He looked out, and he watched as thick cream flowed out from between Melissa's legs. He smiled as he panted.

"Holy... oh..." she moaned, sitting up on the couch with her hands rubbing all over her sides. "Oh, God, you stallions sure do cum a lot..." She cupped her right hand over her womanhood. "It's like hentai, only real."

He couldn't think of a response at all. He just threw up his hooves and made a pointless wave. She smiled from cheek to cheek.

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Featherweight wiggled to the right, hearing a faint squawk. He rubbed his eyes. He felt warm sheets all over him. The sun poked around through the room, but it all seemed totally faint and still pretty dark. Oh, my goodness. He blinked. Was that all just a dream?

He shifted to the right, and his hooves rubbed up against smooth skin. He turned his head around, and he saw Melissa, looking like some kind of divine spirit of beauty with her legs curling up and down over a pillow. It wasn't a dream! I did it! I really did it!

He leaped out of the bed. He stood right besides the massive window, seeing part of his relfection in the glass, and he pumped a hoof into the air. "Yeah!" Featherweight called out. "Virginity status-- defeated!"

He heard Melissa stirring from her bed behind him, but she just slid a few inches over while making a light moan. She seemed to want to grab as much sleep as possible. He put a hoof against the window. I have to be the luckiest guy in Equestria. Not even Shining Armor can top this.

He suddenly noticed something wrong about his hoof. Oh, no! It's so small! It's so frail! He leaned in close to the glass and glared at his reflection. His eyes hopped from his splatters of acne along his filmy, sickly looking cheeks over along his skinny, wiry body down to the floor. He knew that he had to stand several inches shorter.

"My voice is," he said, and he put a hoof to his throat. "I'm back." He stomped on the floor in anger. "Blast it! I'm just another stupid tween colt again!" He saw Melissa moving up, popping the pillow out of her legs. He froze, feeling his heart sinking. However, her eyes remained as closed as ever. She sighed, and she pressed her head down, still sleeping.

Oh, Featherweight, you idiot! You knew that this was going to happen! Either you magically advanced your age for good, getting in huge trouble with your parents, with Twilight, and everypony else... or, you just used a temporary spell and then got into a sticky situation where you'd have to explain it all to Melissa! There was no easy way out! He felt his lips trembling, and he tried not to cry.

"I can't stay here," he whispered. He glanced around at the plain bedroom, trying to find something to help him. He spotted some simple looking ferns, some tables, a dresser, stacks of boxes, and various other assorted items. Blast it! He felt about to dash downstairs, but then he locked onto something from the corner of his eyes. Yes!

He sped over and picked up the small black typing machine, a tray of paper set below with an arrangement of grayish-black arms, gears, and levers. The haphazardly looking and probably self-constructed machine didn't seem as pretty as what they would have used in a newspaper office, but it seemed alright enough for Featherweight. He sat down, trying to turn the surge of raw emotion into something concrete, and he stuck out his hooves.

Dear Melissa,

I have to confess two important things. Before I do, please let me apologize for leaving you this morning. I just couldn't stay for a whole lot of reasons. I hope you'll understand when you finish reading this message.

He took a deep breath, tears bubbling up beneath his eyes despite how much he tried to fight it.

First of all, I'm not who you think I am. My name is Featherweight, yes. My parents met just like I said. I have the same background and the same dreams that I told you yesterday.

But I'm not who I made myself to be. I'm not a teenaged stallion, and I don't really look like the way that I looked yesterday. That was the result of a magical transformation spell. I'm actually just a colt, barely at the age where I'm coming out of school. I felt ashamed of my normal, tween-aged self. And there's more than that.

I don't know what the legal rules are for humans, and maybe nothing applies. But I have to be honest. I'm just right up against the line, not old enough to give consent in Equestria until next year. If you were a mare and if I had just been myself, then what we did yesterday would have made you a criminal, arrested and profiled for your entire life. I turned myself into a temporary adult so that I could have you. Since you really thought that I was an adult, I think you should be okay.

The second thing is that I lied when I said that I'd never met you before. I've seen you time and time again around Ponyville. And I never had the courage to even be noticed by someone that beautiful. I could hardly bear to be around you. I know it doesn't make sense, but I now know why.

I love you.

I've loved you from the moment I first saw you.

I should have done the responsible thing. But I felt like I had to change myself. It's not just that I couldn't wait to have you. It's not just that I hated how my tween self looked from the acne to the greasy hair and everything else. No, what made the difference was that I had to have you until you left Equestria forever, since humans can only stay here for a matter of months.

I'm sorry. I can't tell you how badly I feel.

= Featherweight

Well, I'm sure that I'll see a lot of things I'd want to write in there differently when I look back. He picked up the message and put it down on his place in the bed. He wiped off his tears. He then hunted around for his saddlebag, getting ready to head back home.

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Featherweight took his sweet time. He stopped for a nice breakfast at Lulu's place, chatted with Roseluck about her new flowers, bought a newspaper, and otherwise enjoyed himself before knocking on his front door. His father, thank goodness, had to spend most of that whole week out of down. His mother bought his story of staying over at Snails' place.

He prepared to go through some homework, picking up his backpack. His mother said that a scroll had arrived for him. He trotted over, seeing her head out the door to some kind of errand or another. He waved a hoof dismissively. A message? He felt his heart quickening.

Featherweight!

->I hope you don't mind that I'm skipping the 'Dear Blah' part, since writing that just makes me feel like I was naughty at school and I'm writing in supplication to my parents with the principal watching or something.

Anyways...

Oh, sweetie, you're so overly dramatic! Seriously!

I guess... if you're worried about being a little under the line, then I can assure you that I don't give a rat's ass. Not too familar with the rules here, but if you're like 16 when the limit is 17... really? So what?

I doubt anyone would really make a stink about this. But, hey, if you want to keep things just between us, I'm totally cool with that.

Uh... yeah. So you exaggerated a little. No need to get so dramatic over it, sweetie! Gosh, you should see what they do on my planet! You didn't shove a sock in your pants, at least. Or go all blah-blah-blah about how you have a degree when you don't, driving a Toyota Tercel when you say that you own a Lexus, etc.

I'm a little pissed that you hi-tailed it out of there so early in the morning, though! Seriously, who the hell wakes up that early? Are you part owl back in your family tree or something!

Love at first sight is so cliche, sweetheart! But coming from you, I guess it's 100% true. And I am really touched. No foolin'.

Okay, tl-dr=

I'll see you again tonight.

P.S. Hope it's not creepy to message your house when you didn't tell me your address. My bestest pal Spike recognized your name and everything immediately.

"Mom!" Featherweight yelled, sticking a head out of the door.

"What!" She yelled back.

"What's a--" He grabbed the message and held it up right under his eyes. "A tl-dr?"

The End