Unicorn Mating Season

by BoxenMyBoot

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Slice of Life, DJ P0N-3, Anthro, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1502

It's been a normal time for Band since him and Fluttershy had "done it" and now it's the beginning of mating season for Band's kind, but how will he get "relief?"

It's been a normal time for Band since him and Fluttershy had "done it" and now it's the beginning of the mating season for Band's kind, but Fluttershy's going with Twilight on a mission.

Unicorns need to mate so they can feel relieved, or else they're tense and/or depressed through the whole season. He'll need help.

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Published 2016-04-02 05:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-04-02 05:00:02 UTC

Unicorn Mating Season

I wake up the next morning in Fluttershy's bed, she left the bed and didn't wake me up. The previous night she told me she was having a "Furry Friends Book Club" the next morning, so I guess she didn't want me to interrupt.

"But I have to go downstairs," I think. I take the blanket off of me and head down the stairs, where I see the living room empty, except Angel eating out of his food bowl. I walk over to him and he looks up at me with a neutral complexion.

"Where's Fluttershy?" I ask.

He points at his but and pokes the side.

"Her cutie mark?"

He nods.

"Did it summon her?"

He nods.

"Great," I moan sarcastically to myself. Angel seems confused, but he doesn't know what time of year it is and what it does to mare unicorns and me. It's unicorn mating season!

Every year, there's unicorn mating season, and during this time mare unicorns go in heat, except Twilight (or she hides it very well), and I become very, mentally, sexually hyperactive. In other words, I get horny. And Fluttershy's not here to give me my own release.

I text and remind her of the season and here's how it goes.

Fluttershy: I'm sorry, Band Berry, but I had to go. It must be urgent of a mission.

Band Sickle: Okay, but what should I do?

(Ten minutes pass and then,)

Fluttershy: You can find some pony else.

My eyes widen and my ears perk up.

"Is she serious?" I wonder. I text her text her if she's serious and she says yes.

Band Sickle: Are you okay with that? I mean I still love you.

Fluttershy: I'm okay. Go ahead.

Band Sickle: Okay. Thx

Fluttershy: Your welcome.

I stuff my phone in my pocket as I sit on a public park bench and think for a moment.

Who'd want to do me? I don't really know many people who are mares other than Fluttershy's friends, and I don't want to do any them.

I instantly remember.

"My ex-girlfriend," I think, "besides, her roommate is gone, too, during this time of year."

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I walk up to this apartment complex where I know she lives and press a button to buzz me in.

"Who is it?" I hear Vinyl's voice ask in a chilled tone.

"Uhh..." I scratch the back of my neck and smile, "It's me, Band."

"Band my man!" She says, "Come on up."

"Thanks."

I came to Ponyville and I landed my first job working as Vinyl Scratch's effects designer and technology repairmen. After a few weeks, me and her thought we could be together. Eventually it got boring for both of us, and we decided to be just friends, but she might want to do me, or let me do her.

After I make my way up the stairs, I make it to Vinyl's door. I knock and she answers by opening the door.

"What's up, man? Come on in."

I walk in and see the first sign that Octavia's been gone for a while now: Clothes, either dirty or clean, spread all over the floor in places, a coffee table with a couple of empty beer bottles, and a broken flatscreen TV (Vinyl hates losing at video games).

She sits on the tan leather sofa by the coffee table and pats beside her to allow me to sit.

I sit down and I say, "You're probably wondering why I'm here."

"You just wanted to hang out. Right? But shouldn't you see Fluttershy?"

"That's the thing," I Pause, "She went on a friendship mission with Twilight to the Smokey Mountains."

She slowly puts on a sly smirk, "Oh, really?"

I look to the floor, "Yeah, and," I breathe in and sigh, "You of all ponies should know what time of year it is."

"Yeah," she says, her smile growing, "and?"

"And," I begin to feel my cheeks warm up. It doesn't help when I look up and my eyes lock on to Vinyl's plump ones on her chest.

I quickly look away and she places a hand on my shoulder, "I think I know what you want."

She places a hand on my shoulder, "I think I know what you want."

I feel my crotch begin to be rubbed and I look to it to see Vinyl's fingers massaging it.

"Or rather," She continues, "what I need."

I begin to pant with anticipation and I look to Vinyl who's looking back at my eyes.

"I miss those red eyes," I think. I begin to lean in and she leans in as well, planting our kiss on each other's lips and fighting the other's toungue with ours. Our toungues wrestle as Vinyl begins to unzip my pants. After that, we let go of the kiss and I slip her eighth note shirt off of her. As usual, she's not wearing a bra. She never really liked the restraint.

I look at her grey nipples and lean toward her right one and begin to suckle it, releasing a soft moan from deep in her. Obviously, I was sending an electrical feeling through her from this sensitive spot. I cup her other breast and she slides her hand into my boxer briefs.

I squirm a little once her cold hand grasps my shaft, but continue suckling.

"Hey, Band," She pants softly.

I stop and look up at her as she looks down at me with her soft smile.

"We should continue this in my bedroom."

"Okay," I say. She takes back her hand and I stand up. I pull up my pants and I follow her to her room.

She gives me a mischievous smirk and opens the door. I see that her bed is decorated with blue wub machines and a beat pad.

I look at Vinyl and she walks backwards into the room while seductively moving her finger to gesture me in.

"Come here, lover boy," she teases. She lays on her back on top of the bed and I jump on top of her. She gives out a laugh and I begin to kiss the side of her neck. She giggles and moans from the affection.

"Fluttershy really, *gasp*, made you more affectionate," She pants.

"Yeah," I say and go back to kissing her neck.

"But come on," She whines, "I want the bad boy."

"You want the bad boy?" I ask rethorically seductive.

"Yes," she gives out another pant.

"Okay," I slip off my pants again and take my boxers off, showing her the "bad boy" throbbing and pulsing.

She sits up and grabs a hold of the shaft.

I cringe from her cold hand and she apologizes.

"It's alright," I say.

She looks to my cock's tip and begins stroking the shaft. I give out a moan of relief.

"Finally," I think and give out a sigh.

"Mmm," she says, "Has someone waited a while for some girl to tickle his pickle?"

I sigh again.

Then she leans forward and starts licking my tip. It almost sends me over the edge, but I force myself not to blow her face full of cum, for now.

My back gives and I fall forward, but hold myself up with my arms with Vinyl now sucking me. The feeling is so sweet and warm that I say, "Stop, I'll cum!"

She lets off with a loud smack. I'm panting loudly, but I manage a few words.

"You... Bend over..."

She turns around and takes of her pants, along with her panties, and bends over. I don't dare tease her with her attitude. I stuff my cock straight in her marehood and she lets out a pleasured yelp. I keep still until I feel her insides turn accustomed to my shaft and begin to make a slow back and forth pace.

The bed's supports creak with every rock to each side. All I get out of Vinyl, now, is elicited sounds of pleasure and joy. She obviously was in heat, just as I thought. She was enjoying each and every thrust I gave her. She always enjoyed being fucked doggy-style.

She enjoyed being dominated and pleased at the same time by her lover. I know this.

After a while, I begin to pick up the pace, feeling pressure between my legs growing.

"Inside?" I ask.

"Yes!" She screams. That pitch of her voice is all it takes to make me blow cum inside her. I keep cumming and she keeps gripping harder on the sheets with each spurt. Eventually I finish and pull out my limp member with a shlack.

I fall over my right on the bed and she falls to her left. We lay beside each other, basking in our post-orgasm glow. She must have cum, cause my cock was slick with a liquid that was not my own.

"Did... Did you like that?" I ask still panting.

After a few pants, she says, "Yeah, man."