The Party Must Go On

She let Pound open the door, mostly because she had never stayed in a hotel before and wasn’t sure how the door opening process worked. They walked into the room and Gala closed the door. Pound set the key down on a table that was near the single bed. Gala took off her heavy saddlebag, moaning softly as the weight was lifted off her back.

Pound heard her moan and he looked over at her wondering why. “Gosh, that thing was sooooo heavy.” She complained. She set her front hooves further out in front of her, and without realizing that Pound was right behind her, she pushed her backside up into the air to stretch her aching back.

Pound stared at her flank, which was mere inches from his face. Pound’s face grew bright red, and he wanted to back away, but he was too drawn to her. Gala’s tail swished back and forth, covering her marehood and then revealing it and then covering it again. Pound finally took a step back and turned around.

Gala groaned slightly as she stretched a little more, pushing her rear up further and bringing her front down lower. Once she was satisfied, she stood up straight once again. She turned to see Pound facing away from her.

“Pound?” She asked. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah… Fine…” He said. “I’m just tired, I guess.” He said.

“Then we should go to bed.” Gala said.

Hearing Gala say this, it finally dawned on Pound that they were staying in a hotel room with only one bed, which meant they would have to share it. They would have to sleep in the same bed. Pound’s face grew red at the thought of sleeping with her. He noticed that Gala’s face was slightly red as well. “Gala, maybe we should stay somewhere else.” Pound said.

“But I’ve already paid this place, and you look like you can hardly keep your eyes open.” Gala said. She walked over to him and kissed his cheek gently. “Come on, you should really get some sleep.” She gently urged him closer to the bed and then he got in. She walked around to the other side and got in the bed as well.

At first they laid with their backs to each other, facing the walls opposite each other. They both slowly turned to face each other. They each slowly scooted closer, their faces growing redder as they got more embarrassed and nervous. They hugged each other close, and kissed a few times.

“Happy birthday, Pound.” Gala whispered.

Pound said nothing in return, he just stared at Gala and at the small smile on her face. Pound sighed and he kissed her nose. She scrunched it up for a moment, and then she looked up at Pound. He smiled, “Gala, I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too.” Gala whispered back to him. They stared at each other for a moment, and then Gala’s eyes closed slowly and she leaned closer to Pound. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, sending vibrations of pleasure and love throughout their bodies.

They wrapped their legs around each other and began to cuddle with each other, their lips never parting. They began to make out lovingly, their hooves traveling around each other’s bodies as they did so. Pound broke the kiss and his lips traveled around Gala’s face and down her neck and parts of her torso.

They had been together longer than many mares and stallions, but had never done anything more than a few kisses. Soon, they both become overwhelmed with the pleasure of being so close to one another and being all alone, able to do whatever they wished. As they kissed each other, moans escaped their lips and their tongues intertwined.

They both began sweating, though they stayed underneath the blanket as they gently caressed each other’s bodies lovingly, carefully. Pound stopped for a moment, he had somehow ended up standing over Gala, looking down at her beautiful face. He lifted a hoof and gently brushed Gala’s curly, tangled, matted mane out of her face, looking into her eyes.

She stared back up at him, breathing heavily, her face red from the neverending heat inside her that was taking her over. Pound smiled at her, and Gala’s lips slowly curved up into a weak smile. She looked up at him, staring at him with her blue-green eyes, beckoning him to come back down to her.

Pound let his body slowly fall down on top of her. He rested himself on top of her quivering body, holding himself up slightly. He kissed the tip of her nose, and Gala crinkled it up slightly. Pound smiled, and chuckled. She was so adorable, and he loved her so much. “Gala?” He whispered softly, staring down at her face, her cheeks flushed, her eyes barely being held open, her mouth parted slightly.

“Yes?” She whispered through her parted lips, her eyes widening slightly, staring at him eagerly.

“I love you.” He said to her, leaning down and kissing her lips tenderly. Gala happily kissed him back. She reached her hooves up and pulled his body down, closer to her own. She was aching to feel his touch, she never wanted him to leave her.

She broke the kiss, only for a moment, to whisper, “I love you too.” And then she continued kissing him. She kissed him with such passion, such love. The love inside her that blossomed for Pound Cake, more love than she could keep inside.

Pound kissed her back, loving every moment that he was close to her. They began to make out once more, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, their tongues intertwining inside each other’s mouths.

Without either of them knowing exactly what was happening, their instincts took over as they engaged in an act of pure bliss and love for the very first time. They were gentle with each other, whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears as pain and pleasure came together. The act of love ensued late into the night, and seemed to last for hours, days even.

Eventually it all came to an end. Both Gala and Pound were tired, and happy. They were wrapped up in each other’s grip and they kissed a few more times, whispering, ‘I love you’ before falling asleep holding on to each other.