[One Week Later…]

Eric slunk into his darkened room silently, and quietly shut the door behind him. Using the plentiful moonlight afforded through the one large window, he gripped onto the sides of the bunk bed and hoisted himself up. After a few creaks and thuds from the sturdily constructed, yet older bed frame, he lazily crawled to his pillow and fell onto his back, allowing himself to be embraced by the comfort of his bed once more along with the perfect-temperature air that rendered his covers unnecessary.

Arms folded behind his head, Eric reflected momentarily on the past week as well as some important subject matter from school. It was nearing the end of the term, and as such, final exams would be upon him… but he was not too worried, actually; the environment Equestria afforded was not all that conducive to academic stress, and the fact that he was pulling excellent grades despite not having to devote his entire life to his studies further allowed him to rest easy. Soon, it would be final exams; then, it would be winter break in which he’d have all the time in the world to become more involved on the rock farm; and then, winter quarter would be upon him, and the cycle would begin anew.

There would be few worries from here on out, and as such, the only actual stress he would have to deal with would be the frictional variety; simply done.

What also helped him along further was the other individual taking up valuable space in his bed.

“Boo!” Marble cutely blurted as she threw herself upon the recently-returned Eric. She beamed brightly, nuzzling herself into his chest, to which Eric responded by happily wrapping both of his arms around her. His left hand honed in on its rightful place, her shoulder, and he began gently tracing lines up Marble’s forearm with the fingers of his right. Adding extra mood to the atmosphere, the moonlight which peered through the window shined on the opposite side of the room, casting a shadow over the resting couple.

Business as usual.

“Hey, you. Still awake?” he greeted with a whisper, planting a gentle kiss onto her forehead; he felt he earned that much freedom at the very least when considering all that had happened so far. Marble agreed fully, evident by her soft snickering at the gesture. Letting his hands further roam over her form to more comfortable positions, Eric still could not truly fathom just how soft Marble’s skin and coat were. To him, it felt like she did not even have a coat on at all!

“Mhmm!” she affirmed. “What took you so long?” she further asked, though her question was not really all that serious; she just wanted to talk to Eric at any length. Culminating her own question, Marble gently dragged her hand up Eric’s stomach, and it soon found a comforting connection with his own hand.

“I was probably gone for a total of five minutes,” Eric jokingly deadpanned, and Marble responded with a silent chuckle against his chest. As if by instinct at this point, their fingers wrapped around each other’s hands and held each other close on his chest.

“Yeah…” she conceded. “But that was still five minutes without you here, duh!”

“Oh really,” Eric replied with his own sarcastic tone. “And just what could I have possibly missed in the five minutes that I had been indisposed?”

At the end of his last few words, Marble opened her eyes and donned a much more impish complexion, as Eric had just activated her trap card.

“This,” she said simply, and with one fluid motion, Marble swung her leg over Eric’s stomach and positioned herself atop of her human coltfriend. Straddling him, she retained her mischievous smile before biting her lip and lowering her face to his with puckered lips. As for the man, he got the message quite clearly, and eagerly placed his hands on Marble’s back to further encourage her descent downward until their lips were reacquainted with one another.

Letting out a breath they both were holding, the two let their lips do the talking and negotiating on their behalf, working each other over and filling the deathly-silent room with nothing but gentle smacks and breathy sighs.

Eric ran his hands up her shirt and traced random lines up and down Marble’s back, letting his fingertips cartograph each and every bit of musculature that he felt under the mare’s velvety coat. She smelt of lavender, as he had grown accustom to, and further, the smell had become addictive to him. He would associate it with Marble and Marble only, and each time they snuggled and he caught a whiff of her, he had the overwhelming desire to kiss her to his heart’s content.

“Hah~!” Marble tersely groaned when Eric latched his teeth onto her lower lip. Holding it in place, he ran his tongue in circles over her ensnared lip before releasing it and allowing the two of them to separate momentarily. Taking the half-second lull to catch her breath, she renewed her offensive, reattaching her lips to his and attempting to replicate his technique with moderate success. Spurred on by her forwardness as well as the heat of the moment, Eric’s hands ran down her back and made the decision to use her butt as a dual handhold. Their tongues were pushed to the frontline of the battle for their mouths, and at the same time, Eric slid his hands up the legs of her mesh shorts and dug his fingers into her bare, fleshy cheeks.

Marble shuddered at his touch, and pressed her butt further into his gripping hands as much as she could without separating from his lips. Given every single green light possible, Eric damn-near abused his liberty to fondle her perfect rear with abandon. His fingers rhythmically massaged her cheeks, kneading into her skin as if attempting to pierce the strong, underlying muscle. His attempts were in vain, however, and only served to elicit more breathy moans of gradually increasing arousal.

“How’s that?” Eric whispered with an accompanying grin when the two separated momentarily. Marble returned the gesture with the tiniest lip bite and lidding of her eyes.

“Really good,” she answered honestly with a whisper of her own. Gently laying her lower half atop of Eric’s she pressed her chest into his and framed his face with her hands before guiding her lips back to his. There, they reinitiated their kiss, Marble more than happy to play the dominating role while Eric made her involuntarily squeak at variable frequency with his continual massaging of her ass. What made the whole act much more exciting for Marble was when Eric’s fingers would just barely brush the periphery of her most intimate area. He never touched it, but the fact that Marble could just wiggle her butt and have him ‘accidentally’ slip into her sent an armada of butterflies to her stomach and a rush of heat straight down between her legs.

Further, Marble had begun to feel a much more euphoric flow to her core every time she and Eric embraced each other so intimately. When they started that time ago, she had no experience whatsoever and let her instincts, and Eric, dictate her actions. Practice had allowed her to develop more technique of her own, and Marble would always find herself craving his lips and his body against her so she could put said technique into practice.

Their joined mouths opened wider against each other, letting their tongues lovingly wrestle with extra room as their oral embrace descended into the throes of ever more intense passion. For both Marble and Eric, their clear minds were shrouded by the familiar and benevolent haze of monotonically increasing lust, their rationality and logic dissolving in the mixture of pent-up arousal and another emotion… an emotion that neither wished to address at the moment for fear of acknowledging the quite rapid pace of their strengthening relationship.

In fact, Eric was guilty of this much more than Marble; he had come to really care for the mare since they first met. He had been taken by her presence even when she would run away from him. However, his concerns were mollified when Marble trapped his tongue between her teeth and sucked on it, as well as massaging it with her own.

She was definitely getting better at this.

“Mmm!” Eric hummed in surprise when Marble bit down particularly hard, but not unpleasantly so. The extra stimulation on his tongue had an equal reaction in the form of digging his fingers into her butt that much harder, which in turn drew out a moan from Marble.

“Hah! Heh… heh…” The both of them exclaimed and caught their breath when they separated from their particularly steamy joining. A thin strand of saliva kept their lips connected while they panted and regained control of a normal breathing rate. Their hearts fluttered when their eyes peered into one another, conveying the wordless message to each other that neither had the gall to say out loud.

Breathing under control, the two smiled softly, Eric bringing his right hand to Marble’s face and affectionately stroking her cheek with his thumb. Such a gesture was well received by the latter, and she beamed while leaning into his hand, a hand in which she felt so secure and comfortable; like nothing could possibly go wrong in her life. After a few seconds of relishing in his touch, she pulled away and lunged for his thumb, attempting to playfully chomp it in her mouth. Eric was much too quick, however, and he countered by booping her nose with his index finger, which extorted another giggle from the adorable mare.

After brushing her nose against his, Marble smiled at Eric beneath her yet again and laid her body down into its natural position, wrapping her arm around his midsection and letting her nose wedge itself into his neck. With that, Eric resumed running lines up and down the length of her arm with his fingers.

Both were a bit riled up from their little session, and even though they comfortably rested their eyes in each other’s embrace, neither would be falling to sleep any time soon. For at least a short while (in Marble’s case at least) she was more than content to synchronize her breathing with Eric’s, using it as white noise to clear up her muddled mind, if only a little bit. Every now and then, though, she would plant the tiniest, chaste kisses on his neck which only served to wrest an occasional hum from him.

They lived for these little moments.

“You’re affectionate tonight,” Eric softly commented, running his hand down her arm and curling his fingers into her hand. She instinctively curled her fingers in return, taking his hand into hers.

“…Am I bothering you?” Marble asked in return, allowing her insecurities to well up in her just a little bit. The last thing she’d ever want to do was scare Eric off; she never wanted to go back to her shut-in, anxious ways… though of course, she wasn’t completely free of them. Eric, however, helped her put her fears aside and level off her anxiety, so in short, she just could not see herself improving as a pony without Eric.

T’was a long-winded internal justification for her question to Eric, but a necessary one nonetheless.

“Huh? No! We’ve been over this,” Eric said, reminding Marble of the countless times that he’s reassured her of her presence. He propped himself up on his elbow to get a better look at her, ready to nip this resurgence of reticence right in the bud.

“Yeah, I know, I know. It’s just… know what? Nevermind,” Marble dismissed her own worries, laying her head back against Eric’s propped-up chest.

“Hey now, don’t be like that; you know you can talk to me about anything,” Eric said, further reassuring the girl by running his index and middle finger through her mane, separating out a few strands and placing them out of her face. Her lavender orbs stared back at him in the darkness and Eric could’ve sworn he saw them twinkle. Nevertheless, Marble only smiled and craned her head up, pecking him once on the lips.

“Mhmm!” she acknowledged. “But l-let’s not talk about that; I’m okay now. I promise,” she concluded, smiling at him and pecking him a second time. However, Eric snaked a hand behind her head and held her there for a few moments, letting his lips get another fill of hers before they separated with mutual smiles.

They lay down again, resuming their positions.

“Well, if you don’t want to talk about that…” Eric’s words trailed off as he clicked his tongue, thinking of something to pass the time other than silence. “What do you want to talk about, hmmm?” he asked, slithering a hand into the crook of her neck and tickling her lightly, which garnered quite the heart-melting squeak and laugh out of her.

“Hehe, well… I always meant to ask you; why’d you decide to come to Equestria for college?” Marble fielded her question once she settled down.

“Simply put, I wanted an adventure,” Eric answered, arching his back so he could smooth over his shirt. “Irvine, California is pretty fun and super gorgeous, and I loved to just get lost in the various places to hike and what not… but when I got the message that they were opening up a bunch of study programs across the portal, that was probably the greatest adventure I’d’ve gotten! I mean, completely new planet with different ‘people,’ or ‘ponies,’ rather, among other things? I just couldn’t resist when I saw that ‘biology’ and all its specializations were on the list of acceptable majors,” he explained.

“Hmmm,” Marble pondered over his words as she let her eyes flutter shut. She placed her hand on his chest and began drawing figure eights. “You always do say that you enjoy getting lost; is that what you wanted to happen?”

“In a sense that is what happened. Getting lost is one of the greatest things a person erm—or a pony can do! You never know what you might come across,” he elaborated anecdotally. His features then morphed into a much more devilish expression. “I mean, after all… I came across this gorgeous mare,” Eric added, emphasizing that specific word by latching his fingers to her neck, initiating yet another brief tickling spree.

“AHH! STOP IT ERIC!” Marble squee’d, laughing as he attacked her neck. The compliment was not lost on her, though, and when Eric finally relented and found himself leaning over the mare, it was Marble’s turn to cup his face in her hand.

“You’re really too good to me…” she confessed with a sigh.

“What’re you talkin’ about?” Eric asked with a smirk, wanting clarification but not taking her assertion too seriously.

“I just wouldn’t expect anypony to be as patient with me as you are. Here you are, on a big adventure far away from home and of all ponies that you’ve met at school who are so like-minded as you… you choose me?” Marble questioned. Her earlier assertiveness and confidence had receded, replaced by her own familiar, internal insecurities that she had yet to put forth; questions that should have been asked—in her mind—weeks ago were now spilling over one another to her forethought in a seemingly desperate attempt to be answered and assuaged.

Before Eric could respond to the ludicrousness of her implications, Marble continued.

“A mare who barely leaves the farm and who might as well be afraid of her own shadow… me?” she reaffirmed her question, and through the gentle reflection of what little light there was, Eric thought he could see her eyes misting over. Musing internally, he was no stranger to these types of questions, though admittedly, he was not usually the subject of said questions. Still, he knew what the best course of action would be, through enough experience with a friend that Marble reminded him so much of. He had a few options on how to answer her question and uncover that smile he so loved to see…

…but his ‘status’ with Marble afforded him one other option that would be most effective.

Silently, Eric leaned down and tenderly kissed the confused mare, molding his lips so familiarly against Marble’s and with such effectiveness that the girl stood absolutely no chance. Her anxiousness and unease were swiftly replaced by the much more welcome feelings of belonging and sheer happiness. Eric’s lips against hers were the only reminder that she needed, a reminder of the simple fact that she was being silly.

He separated from her with a prominent ‘smack’ of their lips, and Marble’s eyes were lidded with a far-off stare, her mouth left slightly open.

“Whoa… that was nice.”

“Stop doubting yourself,” Eric said. He pecked her lips. “You’re.” He kissed her again. “Just.” And again. “Perfect.”

His little actions meant the whole world to her, and Marble felt that invasive heat emanate from her core and spread out all over her body. Her cheeks colored in the darkness and she had no chance of stopping the stricken smile from carving its way across her face.

“S-See?” she stuttered out. “You could get any mare you want by just smiling at them…”

“Says the better looking one out of the two of us,” Eric pointed out with another nose boop, and the praise that he was heaping onto her was having an incrementally greater effect on her. This time, Marble could not help but retreat behind her hands, attempting to stem the flow of her face exploding with how much blood was flowing to it. Of course, Eric made sure that didn’t happen, and he gently pried her hands away from her face so he could continue staring at that gorgeous visage in which he had been so captivated by the first time.

“Well… if you’re so sure, then you better not act so smooth at school, because I have no plans of sharing you,” Marble warned, regaining her earlier bit of confidence with a more sultry smile, placing her hands around Eric’s neck.

“Why don’t you come with me sometime?” the human proposed, and Marble’s smile quickly morphed from relieved to bemused.

“Wait… what do you mean?”

“Well, if you want…” Eric’s words trailed off a tad. “…if it’s an easy day here and with everyone else’s permission, why don’t you come to school with me? I’ll show you around the university and you can see my daily routine. I’m guessing you’d like to get out a little bit more so… it’s only a thought; no obligation, of course,” he expanded upon his initial proposal.

“You’d take me with you?” Marble asked.

“Of course! There’s usually enough room where you could probably tag along and sit in class with me but other than that, we can make a day out of it,” he suggested with a tilt of his head and a half-smirk. “Whaddya think?”

“I’d…” She smiled. “Really like that,” Marble answered after a brief moment of mental deliberation. With that the two shared a ‘moment’ and leaned in for yet another kiss. The way Eric made Marble feel was just too much sometimes; he really was a sweetheart, in her eyes… and in her quest to even return a modicum of what he gave her, she recalled a rather pressing detail that she felt needed to be addressed at once.

“You know…” Marble said when they parted, chewing softly on her lower lip whilst looking into Eric’s eyes hopefully. “I never did pay you back for ummm… the shed and your room a week ago…” She glanced away when she felt Eric’s confused gaze upon her.

“Oh, that?” Eric recalled immediately, understanding exactly what she meant. “Stuff like that’s not supposed to be a tit for tat thing; there’s really no ‘repayment,’ nor did I expect you to ‘repay me’ in that sense,” he continued, trying to dispel any notion that he was expecting some form of sexual reciprocity from her. Of course, that didn’t stop him from imagining things, especially on his own time or in the shower for his own ‘scientific purposes.’

He just hoped that Equestrian pipes were tested to handle a human male’s natural alfredo sauce.

“I know… but I want to anyway, so~…” Marble refuted, pressing her hand against his chest and lowering her eyelids. “Besides, I’m not thinking of much else right now since I felt something poking me down there a bit earlier when we were making out.”

“Oh yeah?” Eric asked with a little bit of hesitance in his words, but nevertheless he busied himself by burying his face in Marble’s neck, trailing kisses up her jaw line. The mare craned her neck up and to the left to allow Eric as much room as he needed, and she let out a breathy sigh, encouraging him further. “Sorry about that.”

“You better not be… I’m the apologizer, not you,” she joked, inhaling sharply and biting her lip when Eric nipped down on a particularly sensitive spot. She squeezed his bicep, feeling the muscle that was certainly a measure larger than when they first met, and allowed him to have his way with her. “Besides, I liked it.”

“I suppose; you’re just so… sexy sometimes,” Eric continued, and as much as he wanted to say ‘beautiful,’ he couldn’t muster that word. He called her that all the time; lavished her with compliments when she least expected it. This moment, however, called for something more forward in terms of ‘oomph,’ and his choice in word seemed to fit just fine.

Eric removed himself from her neck and took the tip of her ear into his mouth, gingerly rolling it between his teeth and earning himself a garbled groan from his mare. Knowing well that he had full control over her, Eric released her ear and kissed down the side of her face, giving her lips one teeny peck before continuing back down her jaw line. He planted his lips down her neck and trailed below her collarbone to where her shirt began, but did not stop there. He continued kissing even further down between her breasts and to her tummy… though there, Eric took the liberty of lifting the hem of her shirt up so he could get a nice look at that toned midriff he enjoyed.

Of course he continued kissing downward.

Shooting his gaze back up at her momentarily, as well as a devilish smile which sent a heat surging to Marble’s lower abdomen, Eric continued lower. He circled his tongue exactly twice around the periphery of her navel and continued his fateful descent. Having more than implicit permission from the romp a week ago, he hooked his fingers into the hem of her mesh shorts and slid them down.

As if time slowed to a crawl, Eric (and to a small extent, Marble) watched as his hands peeled down the thin layer of cloth that separated him from his prize; he knew for a fact from the last time that Marble did not wear panties to bed. He did not have to wait that long, though, and through the dim lighting of the night-time room, Eric was able to dispose of Marble’s shorts when they reached her hooves, and he was pitted face to face with her already-sopping marehood. The thin coat over her body that extended to even the most intimate of places was stained a much darker color, indicative of her profound arousal that came about just from their earlier lip-action.

Her immaculately-crafted netherlips were on complete display, and the human had to sate his quickly growing hunger immediately. After all, it was a carnal, evolutionary desire for a straight man to have a vagina on his face at all times; biological fact.

“I see someone’s ready to go…” Eric commented, licking his lips and urging Marble to spread her legs by running his hands up the inside of her legs. The latter moaned sharply when Eric squeezed her inner thighs, and she had no qualms with doing as he ‘asked,’ spreading her legs and revealing all of herself to him.

“Eric… d-don’t stare…” she muttered, suddenly feeling judged as Eric’s eyes wandered over her aching, soaked pussy. Marble covered her face with her hands.

“Why not? Don’t you like to see what you’re about to eat?” he quipped, unceremoniously hooking her legs over his shoulders and under his arms as he pressed his lips squarely onto her nethers, initiating a kiss of an entirely different kind.

“Ahhh~” Marble moaned, her reply to his little play on words dying in her throat. Her eyes shut tightly and by instinct, her right hand shot to the back of his head the moment she felt his tongue loll outward and grind up against her entrance. She gripped Eric’s hair and held him squarely where he was, silently communicating… no, pleading for him to continue, as she would make sure he would not be going anywhere anytime soon.

“Mmmm…” Eric groaned in response to her sexy noises, though only in part, as his reaction was from her taste… a taste that had grown on him since the first time. He continued to grind the broad side of his tongue right against her opening, teasing her before tracing her labia with his tip, letting her feel everything yet denying her what she yearned for so much… to shove that thing inside her and truly eat her!

It was only when Eric’s tongue brushed the underside of her clit that Marble had to cover her mouth to avoid crying out at the sudden contact. That risk was more than okay with Eric, however, when Marble felt him envelop her little nub in his mouth. A surge of pure, unadulterated ecstasy pulsed through her entire corporeal form when she felt him suck hard, all before pressing the tip of his tongue straight into it, pressing it as if it was, indeed, her pleasure button.

“Uhhnn… Ahhh… Mmmm~” Marble continued to whine, and each and every noise that she made was like a symphony of the most beautiful voices Eric had ever heard. In his lust-drowned mind, all he felt compelled to do was make this girl moan, cry out to whatever deity she prayed to, just so he could continue hearing that beautiful melody of pleasure.

And with an end-goal in mind, Eric steeled himself and dipped his tongue lower, parting her lips and worming his appendage inside her. His hands in perfect reach, he called upon the use of his thumbs to spread her out and give him further access to her warm, welcoming depths. He slithered his tongue inside her, and pressed it flatly against the top of her inner walls, drawing out yet another muffled squeal.

“MMPH! Right there… THERE!” Marble noted with urgency, and the sudden onset of pleasure continued in earnest when she felt Eric’s tongue seem to dance inside her. Her breathing rate rapidly increased as she only allowed herself to feel, not see… and her attempts to stifle her nigh-involuntary moaning was admirable, but there was only so much a painfully-bit lip could muster. Her legs closed around Eric’s head, crossing over his back as she let him continue to voraciously eat his full with her unequivocal consent.

Eric did just that, retreating for a moment so he could trace the inside of her slit with the sides of his tongue, before resorting to his previous method of grinding the broad side of his muscle against her. Then, he resumed his earlier ministrations, sometimes literally tongue-fucking her while he slurped and drank up everything she gave him.

Marble was drowning in her own pleasure, but there was a singular moment of clarity, a proverbial aperture in the dense fog of sexual hunger that led her to an instant realization.

This was supposed to be for him, not for her!

Her eyes shot open and, with some monolithic convincing on her own part, she lifted her hips and pushed Eric off of her, the latter looking up at her quizzically with the lower half of his face drenched in her juices.

“Wha…?” he began to ask, wiping his face on the inside of his shirt. “What happened?? Did I do something wrong?” he quickly asked, frantically going over everything he did to at least convince himself that he didn’t do anything stupid.

“No no! But damnit, Eric… this happened last time!” Marble protested, pouting as she sat up completely. “It’s your turn to feel good!”

“I am feeling good! Hell, going down on you like this is pretty goddamn awesome,” Eric admitted candidly. Marble, however, rolled her eyes.

“Not like that! Just… ugh,” she groaned, exasperated at his cute selflessness and stubbornness. She ran a hand through her mane once.

“I wanna make you feel good, Eric… what can I do to do that?” she asked so innocently, her eyes widening in inquiry as she leaned forward in preparation for anything that Eric might say.

As for the human, the ‘innocent’ look on her face nearly sent his cock into low-earth orbit with the force of how fast he hardened. Moreover, he caught a glimpse of Marble’s boobs when her shirt rode down her chest a tad low.

It was about that time that Eric needed to work out how to tactfully articulate ‘I’d love to just stuff my head—among other things—between those gazongas and molest them until I pass out.’

“Oh! You like these, right?” Marble, adorably, asked whilst hefting her breasts upward for emphasis. This action further bloated her already impressive cleavage, and Eric had little option but to admire for a few moments.

Marble had saved him from potentially embarrassing himself.

“You could say that…” he downplayed smoothly, nodding before meeting her gaze with an eager smile, like he was a child promised his favorite toy.

That was technically correct.

Marble sighed knowingly, lidding her eyes once more before hooking her fingers under the hem of her shirt. With a tantalizingly slow motion, she pulled the unnecessary garment over her head and left herself in a standard black bra, one which supported her bosom to perfection. Eric had no time to gawk, however. With another fluid motion, the statuesque mare reached a single hand behind her, and with the subtlest flick, her bra lost all ounce of support for her orbs.

In an attempt to be as sexy as possible, Marble kept her eyes trained on Eric as she held the cups of her bra firmly against her boobs. She squished them together and against her chest, further pronouncing her cleavage and ensuring that she had every ounce of Eric’s attention before letting them fall to her lap. There, Eric was greeted with the sights of one of the most breathtaking tiddies he’d ever seen… of the few that he had the pleasure of seeing naturally, of course. Dark, hardened nipples barely a shade lighter than black rested right in the center, commanding the entirety of Eric’s attention as he nearly began salivating.

Marble cradled her impressive chesticles in her arms, framing them as if it was a picturesque work of art for Eric to ogle… or do whatever else he wanted with them.

All he needed was the signal.

“Well…” Marble cocked an eyebrow, and then grinned. “All yours.”

At an instant, Marble found herself on her back with Eric having straddled her legs, his head level with her two breasts as he took them hungrily into each hand. She giggled at his eagerness, which faded into a drawn out moan and sigh when he squeezed her two tits together and proceeded to bury his face between them. Marble, knowing that Eric could easily take care of himself at this point, opted to just enjoy the firm yet sensual attention and massage she was being given, resting her eyes with a bright smile on her face.

Smothering himself gluttonously, Eric relished in the feeling of having ‘tits all over his face,’ and he had little intention of stopping anytime soon.

Fuck school; priorities.

Pulling back, he took Marble’s left nipple into his mouth for a brief moment, delivering a gentle suckle before drawing circles around it and tracing her areola. He lavished her right breast with the same treatment, receiving pleasured sighs out of Marble, who was certainly not in any uncomfortable straits. He hummed in delight, gnawing at one breast and trying to get as much of it in his mouth as humanly possible, all while massaging whichever one was neglected at the time. His tongue memorized each and every bit of curvature that her chest sported, his fingers digging into and feeling just how soft, velvety, yet firm they were to his admittedly rough treatment.

A painful twitch from between his legs brought him out of his boob-filled, drunken stupor. He was horny as fuck right now, and it was this exact moment that he was thankful that Marble did want to reciprocate his earlier actions… and he knew exactly what he wanted to do; it would be a crime against all of humanity to at least not ask.

“Marble…?” Eric huskily called.

“Hmmm?” Marble replied, feeling quite good at the moment.

“Did you mean that I could do anything I wanted to your tits?” he asked, though he kinda winced at the cruder language that he used in front of Marble; he wasn’t sure why that was.

“I did say they were all yours… what did you have in mind?”

“Well… erm… first let me lose my shorts,” Eric noted, beginning to shimmy out of the suddenly cramped article of clothing, but Marble stopped him just before he could.

“Wait… can I do that?” she asked, having sat up so she could get a better look at him. Of course, Eric felt there was only one rational answer to this question, and even if not, it wasn’t like he had any fortitude to say ‘no’ to that face of hers.

“All yours,” he said, using her own words against her. He leaned back with the support of his arms and presented the bulging tent in his own shorts to her.

The smallest amount of her naturally reserved nature made itself known when she covered her mouth; she was about to finally see it! She was going to see just what would poke her in her leg and tummy every time they made out with each other. That desire to see and know more immediately killed all other uncertainties in her mind, holding said uncertainties’ heads under the figurative water until they drowned in a sea of arousal.

Marble placed a hand flat on Eric’s lower stomach, making contact with the hem of his shorts. Her earlier, pent up impatience necessitated her using her other hand to help pull the hem down below his spire, revealing his engorged member to her in all of its glory. Marble’s jaw slackened a tiny bit as she lay eyes on the first penis she had ever seen. Both of their breathing was ragged, the only sound that was made during the pregnant pause, and ultimately, Marble looked up at Eric. Her eyes conveyed to him a silent request for her to continue, and without a single physical or verbal cue, she was able to get his message.

They both wanted this.

With the gentleness one might show a baby, yet with the eagerness of a horny mare, Marble lowered her hand and pressed her palm up against the underside of Eric’s cock, instinctively curling her fingers around his shaft and sizing it up; he was more than adequate for any of her future needs, in her mind. With a mouth that seemed to have a perpetual ‘o’ shape at her experience, Marble utilized her thumb to massage him horizontally, which garnered a light shudder from the human.

“I’m sorry was that bad!?” Marble fired off rapidly, ready to cease her actions immediately.

“No! Not at all… it felt really good, actually,” Eric reassured her, though he internally vomited at the somewhat cliché wording that he used. Nevertheless, Marble donned a much more confident smile and resumed her ministrations, pressing her thumb into his shaft and feeling the resistance of the blood flowing powerfully through it. She felt each and every time he throbbed in her grasp, and the side of her index finger suddenly became wet; that’s when she noticed he was leaking a small trail of precum from his tip.

“S-Someone’s excited,” she commented, looking up at Eric through her bangs as she took in the feel of his pre. By some foreign instinct assuming control, Marble gave into the urge to stroke him, letting her hand glide to the base of his cock just above his balls, then all the way up to just under his head, where, again, curiosity got the better of her; she dipped her thumb into the modest-sized bead of precum and let it spread and lather over her finger and his tip.

Eric was sent reeling, which was a massive surprise considering he had touched himself in similar ways without this sort of reaction. Then again, that probably was not too unexpected, considering the context of the situation as well as the fact that it was Marble waxing his porpoise.

Whatever her curiosity was dictating her to perform, Eric was enjoying her treatment wholeheartedly. Her hand continued to caress and envelop his shaft in the warm embrace of her palm. Even though he was more than content to lay back and get a handjob from this gorgeous mare until he blew, he had already committed to something else in his mind, and found himself on the fringes of conveying his desires.

As if by divine intervention yet again, Marble beat him to it.

“What did you want to do with my…?” she began to ask, but her words trailed off when the two locked eyes.

“You can stop me if you feel at all uncomfortable but…” It was Eric’s turn for his words to fail him, tactful articulation troubles being the cause of the loss of his wordpower. Instead, he opted to show her rather than tell her, sitting up and placing a hand on her shoulder. With the tiniest bit of effort, he directed her to lie on her back.

She complied, watching with wide-eyed excitement and inquisitiveness as to what this boy above her had in mind. Continuing to leer at him, her lascivious expression transmuted into one of confusion when Eric straddled her upper tummy and lay his throbbing length right on her sternum, between both of her breasts.

“Oh… hmm?” Marble questioned this odd orientation, looking up at Eric for clarification, a clarification which she received when she witnessed him squeeze both of her girls around his rigid cock. She glanced down at the helmeted tip pointing directly at her face, and then she got the message completely, her mouth forming that ridiculously cute ‘o’ shape before she smiled up at him. This was certainly… different; neither Maud nor Limestone had told her anything about something like this.

As for Eric, feeling his dick buried tightly in Marble’s cleavage almost sent him over the edge immediately, but marshalling his self-control prevented the worst from happening. Even so, Marble’s earlier exploratory teasing as well as his slight fetish for larger breasts would overpower his own ability to prevent from finishing early. All he could do at this point was just enjoy what Marble was willingly letting him do to her.

And that’s just what he planned to do.

Keeping his eyes trained squarely on hers, his own precum afforded him bountiful lubrication as he made his preliminary thrusts out and through the chasm of her breasts, massaging her tits around him as he gradually built up speed.

“Mmm, this is… not what I expected but that feels nice~,” she admitted sheepishly, shielding part of her face with her mane and leering up at him with a lone eye.

“You have no idea how amazing it feels up here…” Eric chuckled out, picking up his pace as he thrust his entire length through her valley. His thumbs tweaked and played with her nipples, coaxing a few moans out of the mare which further spurred him on. Eric groaned each time his hips made contact with the underside of her tits, the soft slap reminding him that he was having his way with her chest; fucking her tits. His cock seemed to throb in tandem with Marble’s heartbeat, the entire feeling enhanced by that extra layer of silken smoothness that her coat brought to the table… a smoothness which quickly became a slickness since he was leaking precum like a worn faucet.

“Mmm… how’s that?” Marble whispered, just loud enough to grab his attention. She bit her lip once and tried to be sexy by licking her lips all the way around; it worked beautifully. However, Marble couldn’t keep her eyes on Eric’s pleasure-ridden face the entire time; she was more curious about the head of his cock making itself known each and every time he thrust his hips forward; she almost had half a mind to try and taste him right then and there.

“So good… your tits are perfect…” Eric could only muster, pressing his hips a bit hard into her boobs to punctuate his words. Marble smiled hungrily and placed her hands atop of Eric’s, helping to keep his cock firmly sealed in the slippery vice-grip of her mammaries. The soft ‘schlick’ that sounded each and every time he beat forward further enhanced the jolts of pleasure swelling into his lower body. His cock bulged almost painfully, engorged by the desire to release its pent up payload and cheered on by Marble’s heaving breasts.

“Good…” she further encouraged, feeling his thrusts become more and more erratic. The way that Eric was violating her in the best of ways made her feel unbelievably dirty… and she loved it! Her nipples pointed diligently at the ceiling, and seeing Eric in such a state of euphoria was sending her heart racing; she wanted to make him feel like this all the time, every minute of every day! A slew of thoughts entered into her mind, all centered on a multitude of lewd things she could do to him, and he to her… oh god the list was endless!

But first, she wanted Eric to enjoy his release…

“Marble… I’m close,” Eric noted, further evident by the harsher treatment of her tits; his fingers dug seemingly painfully into them, further erecting her nipples to the ceiling but allowing Marble to feel at least marginally good herself; they were sensitive, after all. His thumbs continued to diligently pivot over her nipples and her resounding groans gave him the motivation to drive his cock home through her cleavage.

Marble’s excitement soared, as Eric would finally get the release he so deserved after he was so generous with her. She was not biologically illiterate; she knew what happened to men when they got sexually stimulated and had a decent understanding of sex despite being sheltered and a shut-in. Of course, that provided her no beforehand knowledge of what ‘titfucking’ was but, regardless of formal terminology, she knew exactly what the end result would be.

And she was hungry for it.

It was hard to pick her memory while Eric erratically humped her girls into submission and made her feel just as good in ways she never thought possible… but through his dirty talk with her in the shed and on the bed a week prior, she decided on a single word to use to help encourage Eric to let go. Biting her sore, slightly swollen lip for the umpteenth time, Marble spoke:

“Cum.”

It was not the word that completely destroyed the dam of self control, but how she said it, combined with that sultry look that Eric tattooed to his brain. That lone word held a commanding, imperious power to it that suddenly surged his pleasure to new heights as he fucked her breasts… and with one last, deep thrust, Eric let himself succumb to the throes of a powerful orgasm, growling through bared teeth as he emptied his balls into her cleavage (as well as distinctly hearing a solitary squeal of delight from Marble below). Each consecutive thrust was accompanied by another spurt of his thick, warm ejaculate.

Eric finished his final thrusts and twitches, and all of his residual energy was drained from him upon the comparable drainage of his balls… all over Marble’s neck and through her cleavage. The end result of merely a few minutes of him in control was as clear as day.

Regaining some semblance of sense about his lustfully fogged-over mind, Eric looked downward and found a sight that would forever be etched into his memory: Marble staring back up at him with an intensely shocked, yet lecherous smile… complete with one eye closed for a very good reason: a lone, errant volley of his seed had struck her right in the cheek, and his combined essence from her face down to her cleavage shimmered dimly in the moonlight.

His hands had still kept a tight grip on her breasts up to this point, and he released them from around his quickly softening length, allowing her literal funbags to separate bouncily on her chest, pert nipples as hard as ever.

Both breathed heavily from their little carnal deed, and Marble—drawing from her memory with Eric back in the shed—let her curiosity get the better of her as she dipped her middle finger into the puddle that collected in her ‘natural valley.’ She lifted her hand back up and observed the consistency of his load, toying (almost sexily, in Eric’s eyes) with the viscosity before shooting him a bit-lipped stare and taking her finger into her mouth.

Eric watched in absolute astonishment, as he was almost afraid she was having remorse over letting him essentially violate her tits to his own liking; as if she would suddenly push him off of her, run to her room, and close the door like the first time they made out on his bed. But no… this was something he had literally zero expectation of.

This was furthered when Marble took yet another small serving, doing her best to sexily suck her finger as she pondered the musky, bitter taste before it absorbed too much into her coat.

“Hmm…” She bobbed her head. “Not really sure what to think of that, honestly,” she commented on the taste.

Eric blinked hard.

“…Not gonna lie, didn’t think you’d do that, nor take the… erm, end result so well,” he expressed, gesturing to the little bit of his cum that reached her left cheek. Hammering home his point, he took the liberty of wiping it off with his thumb and depositing it on her breast, an action which made her giggle cutely; her cheeks were still very much colored from the lewd act.

“It’s because it was you who did it and nopony else,” Marble admitted bluntly. Her face, however, suddenly belied her own horniness and giddiness.

“Did… did you enjoy that? My t-tits… that is?” she finally finished her question, token insecurity rearing its head. She had some trouble saying that crass word that never entered into her vernacular, but some habits of Eric’s were slowly but surely rubbing off on her.

Eric glanced down to the massive load he spilled, courtesy of his favorite toys, and surveyed the damn-near collateral damage that he caused. He left a few notable marks and indents on her chest from where he harshly fondled and assaulted her breasts, not to mention just how spent he felt; that was probably the greatest orgasm of his life, to date.

He nodded sarcastically.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that, heh… thank you, babe,” Eric spoke, smiling gratefully down at his lover. Marble beckoned him downward with outstretched hands and her own smile that spoke volumes more than her own words would be able.

More than willing to comply with the silent request, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers for one of the last times of the evening, and this time the two of them held little qualms in wrestling tongues immediately. Marble moaned gently when she felt Eric invade her mouth, and instead of aggressively repelling the intruder, she opted to let him rest there, and caress his muscle with her own.

They stayed locked in a fiery, yet passionate embrace… feeding off of each other’s emotions that seemed to pass unabated through their mouths and gentle coos of pleasure. Unfortunately, it was necessary to abort after a while when Marble tenderly pushed him away.

“You’re welcome, babe,” Marble threw his little pet name back at him with yet another giggle. “But… because of a certain somepony I’m gonna need to shower again before we go to bed so, if you don’t mind…” she gestured with her eyes towards his lower body, which was still very much straddling her stomach.

“Oh! Heh, right,” Eric said, being brought back to reality as he dismounted her stomach, letting her sit up and stretch her arms over her head. The human was afforded a much more unobstructed view of his ‘markings’ upon her… she definitely needed that shower.

Jesus, dude, you did a number on her.

Flicking her tail out and brushing Eric’s face with it once, Marble gave him a rare, confident yet mischievous smirk before dropping to the floor; her bosom bounced hypnotically for a singular moment thereafter. Without asking and without taking her eyes off of her boyfriend, Marble yanked Eric’s towel off of the footboard of the lower bunk.

“Don’t fall asleep without me, okay?” she requested over her shoulder. She then sauntered outward into the darkness and shut the door behind her, the only cue of life beyond the veil of night being the sound of the shower suddenly running from the bathroom.

Eric chuckled to himself as he looked to where his mare exited, shaking his head… but that’s when he noticed that something felt wet on his chest. Glancing downward questioningly, he found a nice big stain of what was clearly his own cum… and that’s when he remembered that in leaning down to kiss Marble, his shirt dipped into the damn lake of his seed that he left in her cleavage.

“Oh for fucks sake…

“Meh. Worth it.”

Author's Note

And there's chapter 5. Definitely steamier than the others.

Marble is getting bolder (Heh, boulder). Wonder what's gonna happen next time?

One more chapter remains, y'all! Let me know what you thought, below