Inevitably, the school day ended, and she was left with no good reason to put off thoughts of her phantom lover. Perversely, however, it turned out that once she was free to do so, her thoughts did not dwell on him as much. Indeed, she managed to buy groceries and return home with only the most fleeting of thoughts of him. She noted this as she returned home, and irritably wondered why she could focus when she didn’t want to and couldn’t focus when she did. Still, it was reassuring to know that she was capable of focusing on something other than him – it meant there was hope for her yet. She didn’t need this flame burning out from too much obsession. And she didn’t need an even worse possibility – becoming utterly, hopelessly enamored with him. She knew well the tale of Wild Rodeo and Muliet Rose, and had no desire to enact their tragic example.

Of course, her thoughts about him were still more common than were convenient, as she discovered to her chagrin while attempting to grade her students’ homework. For some not-hard-to-guess reason, it was far more enjoyable to think about her consort than to do such silly things as work. This combined with her fatigue meant the night was not a productive one.

Nothing could stop the advance of time, however, and every heartbeat brought her closer to a deadline, and she had no choice but to do what was necessary. As she put a smiley sticker on the last piece of homework, she glanced at the clock to see that it read 10:23. She sighed and rubbed her eyes. She really needed to get to bed at a decent time for once, she thought. As she turned out the lights in her house and advanced upon her bed, she wondered what he’d do tonight if he came and saw her sleeping instead of waiting for him. But, as she slipped beneath the blankets and closed her eyes, she thought, buck it, he could wait. She needed her rest.

Unfortunately, sleep did not come easily, and her thoughts returned to him, in a jumbled but fiery mix of memories of their nights together and the ways he made her feel. Idly, her mind drifted back to the time they first met, as her hoof drifted downwards…

Her first memory of him was hazy, fluid, like that of a dream, which she full well believed it had been at the time. She had indeed been dreaming that night, a dream where an unseen stallion moved his hooves along her back as she lay on a cot in the Ponyville spa, her space lit only by the moon. She sighed in pleasure as he worked the muscles in her back, melting her stress away with the heat of his hooves. She closed her eyes, perfectly happy to let him work, making soft sounds of relaxation all the while.

The feeling started to grow more intense, just a little. She opened her eyes, and the cot was now her bed, and the stallion had stopped using his hooves and was nuzzling her with his snout. She arched her back lightly, and he moved his snout up, traveling up her spine until his breath was on her neck. She gasped lightly at the pleasure, and let out a murmur of “Mmm, more…”

Her masseur-turned-nuzzler obliged, pressing into her lightly and moving his snout around her neck, working around it as though seeking the best spot. She led him on with her voice, making increasing sighs and gasps as he approached her most sensitive areas. When at last he hit her sweet spot, she let out a soft moan, her body perking up at the touch. He read the signs well, skillfully exploring her pleasure spots (in the present day he knew her body with heavenly intimacy), and pressed in further, rubbing her neck at her most vulnerable point. As she moaned again, she suddenly felt his tongue, applying wet warmth to her coat and sensitive skin. She closed her eyes, her breathing picking up, and after another lick she suddenly shifted – turning her head to face him, pressing her mouth to his.

They remained like that for a long moment, as he slowly reacted to her sudden spark of desire. At first she led in force, but after a few moments he was pushing back at her with an eagerness and desire that thrilled her. Finally, she could take it no more. She rose to her hooves, took a couple steps forward, and bent her forelegs while moving her tail to the side, giving him a view of her moist marehood.

She heard a sharp intake of breath from him as he saw her exposed entrance, but he didn’t immediately move in. A couple seconds passed, and then she wiggled her hips slightly, making an annoyed sound of impatience. Then, she felt his breath on her nethers, before he took a deep sniff, breathing in the scent of her arousal. Then she felt his tongue, and she gasped at the sudden feeling of him going straight for her clit.

He pressed into her gently at first, almost cautiously. He licked lightly and erratically, as though testing her, or himself. It was only when she made another small noise and pressed back into him that he pushed deeper, licking with more force and pressing his tongue between her nether lips, caressing her marehood with skilled motions. She shuddered in delight as he went down on her, letting out soft sighs and moans, lowering her head to the bedsheets.

Soon he stopped, and a moment passed before she saw dark-coated limbs wrap around her barrel, felt his weight settle lightly on her, and then felt his length pushing at her entrance, finding passage easily and pleasurably. She gasped and made an eager little whimper, pushing back lightly against him, making him slide in even faster. He made no sound, but his grip on her tightened slightly, and he withdrew just a little before thrusting into her, beginning their lovemaking with the same steady skill that he had used while eating her out, and which she desired so deeply. He moved smoothly but powerfully, and she felt a rush as she felt him begin to take her. It wasn’t long before she started moaning, and only a little longer before she softly whimpered, “Harder… really rut me…”

At this, he slowed down, just for a moment, then pressed in, further than he had gone before, until he bottomed out in her. She felt his balls rest against her marehood as she felt his length fill her. She gasped loudly, shuddering from pleasure. He quickly drew out, then repeated the process, hilting her again, then again. She felt him bury his muzzle in her neck, felt him take a deep breath.

And then, he began to really fuck her.

He drove himself into her, thrusting harder than before. His cock pushed into her willing body, over and over. Her pussy went wild, now thoroughly soaking his base and balls as well as his length. Her inner walls squeezed at his cock, willing him to make her really feel him rut her. His grip on her barrel tightened, pulling her body into him, moving her up and down his cock even as he drove it in and out of her. She let him handle her, willing him to make her his, with all the skilled, firm desire she wanted from him. He pounded her with both intensity and tenderness, and she began to feel her need growing, then burning. She wanted him to make her cum.

And he did, so easily, and she came so hard. The memory of that first orgasm with him would thrill her for a long time to come.

She pressed herself back into him, reverse-thrusting as best she could. Her moans were loud and constant, only broken by gasps for air. She didn’t care about anything at that moment but her stallion and how firmly he was fucking her.

Then the last of his control went away, and he started thrusting, pounding, hammering her. There was only one thing besides the feel of him driving his cock into her quivering pussy, and that was the rush she felt as he pumped his cum into the deepest parts of her body. At last he plunged his dick as far in as it would go, and held it there, pressing into her body all the while.

After a long moment, he relaxed, and she sighed in contentment, letting her legs relax and sinking to the bed. She let out a soft moan as she settled into the warm, inviting embrace of her bed. He lowered himself onto her, still inside her, and embraced her with his body. As he nuzzled her neck and mane gently, she giggled, giddy from the rush of sex and the warmth of her afterglow. She closed her eyes and let her worries drain away like their mixed juices draining from her pussy, and soon fell into satiated slumber.

The next morning, she had woken up relaxed and satisfied. Her body hadn’t been sore, and the blankets had been over her. She had blushed and giggled at the incredibly naughty dream she had believed she had had.

It had only been later that evening, when washing her blankets and bedsheets, that she had noticed that the expected patch of dried vaginal fluid was stained with a covering of semen. She had spent a moment processing that, and then gasped at the realization that the previous night had been real. There had been one thought going through her mind, over and over:

A strange stallion came into my home and had sex with me.

In the present, that same thought went through her head as she imagined that first night, and she gave a gasp of pleasure as her hoof coaxed her marehood into soaking the sheets once more with her juices. She wanted him, needed him, in this moment. She wanted that experience again – his skilled, gentle, but firm motions, his complete attention on her, and the fierce passion they shared. And she wanted that feeling she had when he made love to her, the surreal sense of being in a dream, despite the pleasure feeling so real.

A part of her knew it was wrong, that he shouldn’t be doing this to her and she shouldn’t be letting him. But what she felt was only desire for his return.

Author's Note

Yes! The clopping resumes! There is hope for me yet. I wrote most of this, except for the four paragraphs before the beginning of the flashback, in one sitting, so where there's a will, there's a way.

Of course, it was also 4 AM when I started, so quality is not guaranteed. I had a couple friends take a look at it, and it's gone through some editing, so hopefully it's relatively error-free. Yes, I delayed your satisfaction a few days to ensure quality. Never let it be said that I rushed the development of a story. Again.