Coitus Interruptus
Mister Coffee
“Are you home, Sunset?”
“Yeah. I'm in my bedroom. Come on up.” A muffled noise from her current boyfriend greeted that last statement, but Sunset ignored him and lifted her head up to glance at the door before leaning down again.
Pinkie Pie eagerly bounded up the stairs, her mind bursting with the gossip she just had to share with her most recent BFF. As she skipped down the hallway towards the open door to Sunset's room, she hesitated just for a second: a rather distinctive smell was coming from the room.
Before she could stop, though, she was in the doorway, completely unprepared for what she saw. Sunset was completely naked, grinding her pussy against some guy's face, while she went to town on his dick.
Seeing Pinkie, Sunset leaned back and looked at her friend. Her right hand lazily stroked up and down his saliva-soaked cock, while her hips ground against his head. “Hey, Pinks, what's up?”
“You're . . . fucking.”
“Sixty-nining, actually.” Sunset glanced back at the stiff cock clenched in her hand. “It's a lot more fun as a human. I wasn't really sold on hands at first, but they're a lot better at fine control.” She gave a little squeeze and ran her thumb across his glans, before returning to her stroking.
“This is really awkward. I think I should leave.” Pinkie looked over at the door. She heard a muffled sound from the bed and correctly assumed it was coming from the guy who Sunset was currently face-fucking.
“Why? You just got here. You must have come here for a reason.” Sunset leaned forward and traced her tongue up the stiff member, swirled it around his head, and then sat back up and looked at Pinkie expectantly. “So what's going on?”
“Mrgh.”
“Huh?” Sunset looked down. “Oh, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to be rude.” She lifted herself off the guy underneath her, carefully pivoting so that she could keep her hand wrapped around his shaft. “Nolan, you know Pinkie Pie, right?”
Instead of answering, he pulled a pillow over his face.
“Sheesh, way to be social.” Sunset used her free hand to yank the pillow away from him. Any protest he might have made was forestalled when she finished turning and sat down on his dick, teasing him by sliding herself up and down the length of his cock without actually letting him inside. “Sorry, Pinkie. He's not much of a conversationalist, I guess. Got a great tongue, though.”
Pinkie snapped her mouth shut and took a deep breath. “Sunset, thisisnotnormal.”
“Huh?” Sunset stopped grinding on Nolan for a moment to look her friend in the eyes. “What do you mean, not normal? I took sex ed class.”
“Not . . . not having sex. I mean, having sex. That's normal, I guess. This whole 'trying to have a conversation with a friend while having sex,' that's not normal.”
Sunset pinched one of Nolan's nipples before responding. “It's not?”
Pinkie shook her head emphatically.
“Really?” She looked uncertainly at Nolan for confirmation. He was nodding his head, although it could have been because she'd gotten bored with teasing him and had let him enter her. “You didn't say anything yesterday when I was talking to you on the phone.”
“You . . . you were doing it while you were on the phone with me?”
Sunset nodded.
“Why?”
“I was horny, and so was he.”
“But, you could have waited to answer the phone.”
Sunset shrugged. “It might have been important.”
“It wasn't! I just wanted to tell you about the doughnut sale.”
“And I bought a box this morning.” She pointed over to her desk. “There are still a couple of cream-filled longjons, if you want one.”
“Is . . . this is a pony thing, isn't it?” Pinkie moved into the room and sat on Sunset's desk chair. She twirled it around a few times, trying to decide whether or not she should just turn her back to her friend, or if she should face her but try and keep her eyes up rather than look at how Sunset's breasts bounced as she enthusiastically rode Nolan's dick.
“How do you learn about sex if you don't watch?”
“I dunno.” Pinkie picked up a doughnut and tore a piece off the end. “Gossip, sex ed, maybe pornos.” She stuffed the piece in her mouth and chewed it thoughtfully. “So, you're saying that you do it in public?”
Sunset shrugged. “Depends on the circumstances. Like, back at school, we shared dorm rooms. Eight mares to a room, so whenever somepony brought her coltfriend or marefriend back . . . and when I was younger, I saw my parents doing it a bunch of times.”
“Ew.”
“It's not that weird.”
“Yes it is.”
“How so?”
“I'd freak out,” Pinkie admitted. “I heard them sometimes, and once I saw a used condom in the bathroom wastebasket and that was really weird.”
Sunset didn't answer right away; she closed her eyes and clenched her fists against the sheet, then let out a shaky exhale. “Sorry, orgasm.” She gave Pinkie a dreamy look. “After I got used to my bipedal body, one of the things that worried me most was my sex life.”
“Clearly you've gotten over that.”
“Most unicorn stallions don't have a lot of endurance,” she said. “I'd heard earth ponies could go for longer, but there weren't any at the school, and not very many in Canterlot . . . plus, we weren't really supposed to fraternize.
“So I was with this unicorn stallion one time. It was the first time I'd ever been mounted, so I was kind of nervous, and when he climbed up on my back, he missed, and before he could get it in, he just blew his load all over my back.” Sunset sighed. “After that, I learned to help line them up, but even then they usually didn't last for more than a minute, and that was hardly enough time to get off.”
Pinkie nodded. “My first guy wasn't very good, either. He tried his best.”
“Never is good the first time.” Sunset pushed a hand against Nolan's chest. “My thighs are getting tired. Let's change positions, okay? You wanna do it from behind, or on top?”
“Top,” he muttered.
“Alright.” Sunset climbed off him and bumped him with her hip to get him to move over. She stretched out on the bed, her head facing Pinkie, and spread her legs, waiting for him to climb on. Before he even had, she renewed her conversation. “If I'd paid more attention, I would have seen it coming.” She giggled as Nolan thrust inside. “No pun intended. Rosemary always had to guide the stallions in.”
Pinkie snorted. “Must be weird to make out without hands.”
“Besides magic, you can do a lot with your mouth.”
“Hold the phone.” Pinkie briefly forgot the awkwardness of the situation and leaned forward. “You can use magic to make out?”
“Not anymore,” Sunset told her. “But there are spells to make fake phalluses, and for mares who aren’t that good at spellcraft, you can enchant an ordinary dildo or a strapon. Make it feel warm, fleshy, and if you’re good enough, you can even make it cum.”
Pinkie’s eyes widened.
“Of course, you’ve got to remember to disenchant it when you’re done playing. Lilac Links forgot hers was in her saddlebag and it went off in class. She was rummaging around for her notebook and must have jiggled it enough . . . got her right in the eye.” Sunset turned her head back towards Nolan. “Wanna pick up the pace a little bit?”
He nodded and began thrusting faster.
“Oh, yeah, that’s perfect.” Sunset closed her eyes and lost herself in pleasure. For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the slapping of flesh against flesh, Sunset’s soft moans, and a muffled chewing as Pinkie finished her cream-filled longjohn.
I’m sitting here eating a doughnut and watching my friend have sex with one of my classmates, Pinkie thought. Weird. Tomorrow at school is going to be really awkward. She felt like she should say something to break the silence, but she wasn’t sure what to say.
Does my face look like that when I’m having sex? She leaned in a little closer, and sure enough, Sunset was drooling just a bit.
It was just at that moment that Sunset opened her eyes again. She jerked back in surprise just as Nolan was pushing forward, burying his dick all the way inside her. She gasped and then shuddered as another orgasm overtook her.
“Sorry!” Pinkie’s face turned bright red.
Sunset let out a long breath. “It’s okay, Pinks. You know, you’re lucky to be human. Not only do guys last longer, but I can get an orgasm more easily than I could as a pony.”
“Weren’t there spells that could make a stallion last longer?”
She nodded. “Yeah, but most of ‘em wouldn’t cast them on themselves, ‘cause they were convinced that they were the one stallion who didn’t need a spell like that.”
“Oh.” Pinkie tapped her fingers on her leg. “And girls—mares—didn’t know any of those spells?”
“Of course we did. But there weren’t many stallions who’d let you cast a spell on their cock. Although, there was this one, I think his name was Party Favor, who did let us cast both an endurance and a recovery spell on him. We shared him around the room all night.”
“Party Favor?” Pinkie laughed.
“Yeah, his cutie mark was a balloon pony with streamers around it. Best rutting I ever got. And when he came . . . when we were all sexed out, Rosemary jerked him off by hoof to see how far he’d shoot. He got me from across the room.” She sighed. “Couldn’t get all his jizz with my tongue, and I was tired, so I just fell asleep and let it dry on my face. Big mistake. Took an extra half-hour in the shower to scrub it all out the next morning. Last time I forgot to clean up after getting a facial.
“I wouldn’t have minded spending more time with him, but Rosemary got all clingy, and she wouldn’t share any more. Nopony was happy about that . . . not only did we lose the best stallion toy we ever had, but Rosemary gave the best head of all of us.”
“You’re bi?” It was the first thing Nolan had said since deciding to go on top.
“Practically everymare is. There just aren’t enough stallions to go around.” She looked up at him uncertainly. “It’s not the same here?”
“I wish.”
“Because I’ve hooked up with a few girls when I couldn’t find a guy who wanted to fuck. If you’re looking, Lemon Zest is a really good lay. She’s got a really nice dildo collection, too. Best Rabbit I’ve ever used. If you haven’t got one, you need to buy one. It’s almost as good as having a guy.”
Nolan gave out a loud grunt and then collapsed across Sunset’s chest. Pinkie averted her eyes long enough for him to pull out, turn around, and cover himself with a sheet.
Sunset poked at the obscuring fabric. “Hey, Nolan, wanna be a sweetie and get me off one more time?”
When she didn’t get an answer, she traced her finger over the diminishing tent in the bed, then felt around for his hand. Finding it, she scooted back and pulled his hand free, touching it against her dripping pussy. Almost reluctantly, he began moving his fingers.
“The Rabbit wouldn’t have protested,” Sunset muttered. “Do you want to have a go, Pinkie? Nolan’s lost all his enthusiasm.”
Pinkie shrugged. She’d never considered having sex with another girl before, but Sunset had made it sound like it was a lot of fun, and she did like getting eaten out. Rather than answer out loud, she pulled her shirt over her head.
Author's Note
And then they fucked.
