Light bloomed, momentarily blinding Flitter, and she reflexively ducked. Dry leaves crunched as she landed back in shadow, her hooves little more than flickering lavender blurs as she struggled to adjust against the uneven ground. The wild, overgrown terrain was difficult enough, but it was the periodic shafts of light stabbing through the canopy, and their accompanying moments of helplessness, that threatened her frantic gallop with a painful end.
Flinging herself around a particularly gnarled bole, she barely had time to plant her hooves in order to spring over more half-seen fallen wood. While airborne, her ears swiveled, filtering out the soft roar of passing underbrush and measuring the hammering of far heavier hooves.
They weren’t far behind. She had to lose them!
Bursting through a line of brush, she twisted midair, barely avoiding taking a branch across the cheek. Her weak gasp immediately disappeared into the whistling air.
As strained as her lungs were, it was her legs’ stinging cries for surrender that worried her. Her next breakneck hairpin sent a strident protest along her left foreleg, shocking her clear up into her shoulder. Stopping was not an option and she just had to hope her legs could hold out a little longer.
Ahead through the trees was a broader arc of illumination that allowed her wide eyes a better view of the surrounding foliage. A clearing. It had to be.
Not good! Without any obstacles it would be faster than her!
Her ears swiveled, only to find the sounds of careless snapping and crushing barreling right along. Sensing something massive coming up on her left, she darted to the right between a close pair of trees. Her heart fluttered hopefully at the resulting frustrated basso rumble.
That had been too close! And it had herded her right toward the clearing!
Urging her crying legs to greater efforts, she burst from the underbrush and, true to her senses, low grass and flowers spread out before her with not an obstacle in sight. Her wings twitched-
With a deep squeal of delight, something massive and dark flung itself free of the forest right beside her, peppering her with bits of twigs and flecks of dirt. A hoof far larger than hers broke the ground scant hooflengths from her own. She again shied away from the blur of motion as the beast loomed, all corded muscle and glistening lather.
Too close!
She wasn't nearly fast enough and the crest of its elongated muzzle caught the crook just behind her foreleg, lifting her from the ground with dismaying ease and flinging her sideways. Her senses reeled, legs pinwheeling madly in search of stability, but years spent around Rainbow Dash kicked in and she yanked every limb in close, curling protectively about herself. Crystal clear blue, vibrant leafy green, and trails of her own teal mane flashed across her vision just before her eyes scrunched shut.
The ground struck high on her withers first, flopping her out and ripping away what little breath she had. She rolled to a stop laid out on her other side, head buzzing faintly with dizziness. To her relief, her limbs, head, and body all checked out, leaving only a couple spots of minor discomfort - scrapes probably.
She didn’t have time to spare; she had to move! Flailing, she rolled over-
A too-large hoof came down on the middle of her back and pressure she could never hope to resist pinned her to the warm ground. Then it pushed her back the way she'd just come, rolling her onto her back.
The clearing seemed to dim as she stared agape at her sable-black captor who towered head, withers, and barrel over anypony save perhaps the princesses. Four legs ended in solid, round hooves, its withers supported a long arching neck, a lengthy mane of disturbed, snarled charcoal hair matched the tail whisking behind it, and expressive, pointed ears sat atop its head. Yet, despite many eerily-similar features, it was clearly not a pony. It was of far broader girth in every dimension and brimming with latent strength where ponies were lean and comparatively light. Its face was the most distinctive difference though, with tiny, dark eyes sitting well back from its wide muzzle in a head that was longer and more oblong than a pony's.
Its hoof, which had been hovering just over her, came down again just ahead of her belly, pressing the breath back out of her. It held there, making her position clear while its eyes bored into hers, searching for something.
Apparently satisfied, it lowered its head and a blast of heated air erupted from its nostrils all across her face. She scrunched her eyes and tried to turn away, ears folding deep into her mane, but it followed, whickering softly as its muzzle drew up against the side of hers. It inhaled deeply of her, curling its upper lip to capture her essence, before whinnying triumphantly to the sky beyond the trees.
Held down as she was, Flitter found her breath was slow to return. If she could just get an iota… She jabbed her forehooves against the leg holding her down, testing its strength.
The beast’s great head rushed down, passing beneath her muzzle and nestling snugly into the hollow behind her jaw. Wide teeth grazed against her as a warning rumble rolled into the coat of her neck, forcing her hooves back. The pressure on her chest didn’t waver, so she held helplessly still and tried to draw breath into her still-aching breast.
With her resistance suitably quelled, the muzzle drifted lower. Roaming slowly back and forth, it followed the curve of her throat downward, disturbing her coat with insistent whuffling. Another sharp rumble ended her forelegs’ meager resistance, allowing it access to her breast where little nips tested her reactions, drawing out small shudders as it descended across her.
The hoof holding her down proved problematic and her captor was forced to crane its neck around the obstacle to continue. It persisted though, shuffling to a better angle and eclipsing the sky above her with its heaving charcoal flank.
What was it going to do? She trembled, not daring to move - not with those teeth or those great hooves so close to her tender flesh - as its muzzle crossed onto the bare skin of her midsection. Like it had heard her fears, the nearest hoof lifted and came down right beside her right wing.
Pliable lips and sparse, bristly hairs brushed one teat and she gasped in spite of herself, her core clenching as warmth, little pricks, and tiny, uncomfortable tingles teased one nipple. Her pale noise went unnoticed as the mouth went back and forth across her bare skin, lipping aimlessly. The feel of every touch and gentle caress drew subtle stiffness into her nubs and it was all she could do to angle her head this way and that to try glimpsing what was happening. Distracted as she was, she was still dimly aware of the beast’s near-equine bulk moving directly overhead, hooves crunching down around her into new, too close positions.
The wide muzzle didn’t linger long before it quested onward, leaving behind pinpoints of coolness where flecks of spittle lingered. Her heart, still racing, went back to hammering frantically in her ears as her hind legs, having closed protectively of their own accord, were parted far too easily by its powerful head. She trembled, her skin flinching with pent up need to-
Teeth clacked near the tender insides of her stifles, ending any thought of resisting further. Only when she stilled did its bristly chin continue worming its way along the crease leading to her most private area. One last protective barrier separated her from the world, but it was the work of a moment to nudge her clamped tail away.
She was truly and utterly bared, her vagina on display and at the beast’s mercy! She twitched, heat rolling across her in a full-body blush.
Warm breath washed over her nether lips, teasing the entire area with unworded promises and pooling in the crook of her tail.
"Nn-" Her half-formed thought died as something wet and flexible trailed firmly across her nethers from tip to tailhole, curling over and around the entirety of her sex while conforming to every little detail.
It had licked her! And not just that, that broad tongue could lick the whole of her everything! Her nethers already yearned for more!
Unfortunately, squirming was all she could do, the new dampness cooling her skin, as opposite parts of her burned to flee and begged to stay. Trying to move earned her another warning rumble, but with her most sensitive point pressed beneath its chin, that just sent pleasing vibrations coursing outward through her.
Then the tongue came back to wash away her resistance with more long, caressing strokes. Each swipe drew to one side or the other, never quite taking a straight path downward, and tugged her supple mound this way and that. Its tongue kept pressing against her entrance, yet always refused to venture inward! She knew exactly what she was missing and all the teasing was inexorably drawing her out.
A slow warmth was building just under her surface and, unable to bear the forced idleness any longer, she flung her head back and sent her long mane sprawling. Directly above was the great bulk of the beast’s gray-black belly. Its two powerfully-muscled hind legs stretched upward on either side of her, and now she was close enough to appreciate them, seemed to dwarf the surrounding trees.
Nestled snugly where those legs came together was a proudly-hanging sack, charcoal like the rest of him, its surface smoothed by the two large orbs within. Ahead of that and extending from the underslung sheath was a rod of stallionflesh nearly as wide as her hoof, solid black up around the broad, tapered head and shockingly pink at the rear. It already stretched farther than it had any right to - maybe not quite half the length of her leg - yet the just-emerged medial ring meant it was only halfway out!
She gaped, watching the thing droop under its own weight, impressions of veins just beginning to line its length as the tip swung gently back and forth like it was searching for something. For her. And she just knew that if it found her, it was going in her. She tensed, her lower lips clenching next to the tongue that still refused to enter.
No! She had to escape!
But at the next heavenly touch of his tongue, her body happily betrayed her. Muscles within her crotch flexed and pushed a pulsing point outward to meet it. Her clit was greeted warmly in return, the friction of his lick sending a glowing shot of pleasure radiating up under her tail and out along her belly.
Then, as if to answer her hind-brain's prayers, he sent his tongue after her retreating button. It was only for a moment, and only the faintest dip between the edges of her lips, but the instant of contact inside drove a spark of wonderful need through her groin.
Her nostrils flared, but she couldn’t even gasp; she didn’t have any wiggle room!
A longer, gentler grumbling indicated his happiness with her reaction. Above her was a surer sign as his cock, now extended well past halfway, flexed and lifted away from her. At the apex of its swing, a glistening bead appeared at the very tip, forced out by the momentary rigidity. Then his cock swung back down, gravity and momentum pulling the bead into a streamer. It bounced up once, snapped free, spun, and fell unceremoniously across the bridge of her muzzle.
Her silent attempt to gasp filled her sinuses with the familiar scents of forest greenery, freshly thrown dirt, and sweat. Yet something else was creeping in around the edges, sticking to the inside of her nose. Heavy stallion musk. It refused to allow her respite while it worked its magic, letting her know that he was ready for her, so she needed to be ready for him.
He suddenly lifted his head from her nethers, shifted his stance, and pushed her sideways with the hoof on her belly. Unable to resist such force, she was rolled over in a disorienting whirl.
Finally freed from under his hoof, she drew in a deep breath-
-and yelped as a mouth clamped harshly around the base of her tail. It thankfully fell into the slot between two sets of teeth, sparing her any pain, but the sides were still pinched uncomfortably.
Then, before she could draw another breath, her rump was rudely hauled upward. The force of his pull echoing through her hips and up her spine was such an odd feeling: uniquely discomfiting, like her hind end might detach, and a hair shy of being painful. Her rear legs, desperate for any semblance of balance, did their job and kicked out, finding purchase regardless of her distraction, planting her fully upright in short order.
Her mind reeled from the rough ponyhandling, so it was a slow realization that the warm surface laying over her back was actually his underside. That jump-started her other sensations just in time for her to note his hind hooves taking turns moving away, his stance widening. Held as she was, she had a front row seat to the last of his length disgorging from the shadowed hollow of his sheath while, behind her, hot breath brushed the back of her haunch, moisture seeping into her dock.
He made an aimless noise that vibrated along her tail as his cock slowly lifted up toward her, hardened and throbbing to a tune of its own. The muscles above and around her flexed again, bringing his cockhead up to bump beneath her chin. It left a second spot of dampness in her coat there, giving her two smears - one atop her muzzle and one below - that filled her sinuses with the heady scent of his arousal, muddying her thoughts.
She shook her head, her mane brushing against him as she shied away from the behemoth in front of her. Escape was still on her mind, but with her tail firmly held, she couldn't think of how she might.
He stamped a forehoof and snorted. His semi-hard length was just so distracting, but apparently her awe wasn't what he wanted. When she was still sorting out her response, he snorted again, giving her a shake by her tail, and his hindquarters moved forward, sending his stallionhood rebounding off the side of her muzzle. With no other options left and his intentions quite clear, she swallowed and wet her lips. She'd have to be careful; that monster could probably spear her clear down to her stomach.
She tentatively started with the bead that had trickled down to the bottom edge of its head, scooping the drop with her tongue before licking upward across the smooth surface to flick off the tip. His precum was a bit slimy, but tasted a head-warming blend of faint salt, something earthy she couldn't quite place, and raw masculinity. And now, with his arousal filling her whole muzzle, a whole new kind of heat was building through her body.
Lick after lick over the slowly pulsing head built up a sheen of saliva and rewarded her with more drops of the tantalizing liquid. Her eyes still darted off to one side or the other once or twice, but she found more and more of her attention occupied by the changes in the glistening rod. Just running her tongue over the surface was well and good and kept it mostly rigid, but a sharp chuff into her tail told her that her captor wanted more.
Tracing the outside edge of his mostly-hidden flare got a quivering twitch out of him. Cupping the whole tip with the broad of her tongue coaxed out more succulent nectar. Parting her lips, pressing them against the somewhat taut surface, and undulating her tongue against the little opening made him shudder and give a strained blow down the back of her haunch.
That was the ticket! She kissed him again and again, her tongue nimbly tracing a different pattern each time. Breathing through her nose allowed her to pleasure him unendingly. It also gave her time to plan.
She hadn't gotten far when, during a particularly deep suckle, his haunches suddenly jerked, driving forward. Wings twitching, her shock and his grip steadied her as his steely flesh wedged her jaws apart. She belatedly realized she was out of time and relented, opening wider to accommodate the inches of throbbing cock filling her mouth right to its roof. Her lips stretched thin and her jaw ached as she neared her limit, but she managed to eke out space enough for both his hot flesh and her teeth.
If she hurt him now... She didn't even want to think about it!
Almost immediately he gave another tiny thrust, as though testing her ability to take him, but she had already lowered her head into line and braced her neck. His tip gave the opening of her throat the barest brush but, much to her relief, stopped there.
She clamped her eyes shut, knowing exactly what he wanted. The curved underside of his shaft had her tongue thoroughly squashed, so it was a struggle to get her deft muscle up one side of his slowly pulsing shaft and then around to the other. With so little room to maneuver, she couldn't properly explore his penis' surface, but she did her best to make up for it by working up a sloppy slather. Of course some escaped the seal of her lips and began slipping down her chin and wetting her coat.
Trapped as she was, it was hard to give his dick anything but the barest back and forth, but twisting her head from side to side let her strained lips make up for it. The heat suffusing into her muzzle was incredible.
A long, low nicker vibrated into her tail, the sensations coursing outward and through her every sensitive area. Then her tail was freed. Even as the realization hit her, his head dipped down behind her haunches and brushed her tail roughly aside. As though rewarding her for her good behavior, that wonderful tongue graced her again, wetting under her tail, over her anus, and down over the whole of her mound.
Entirely covered by tongue again, her eyes snapped open and she could do nothing but stare along the impossible length extending away from her muzzle. Her clit voiced her feelings, flaring firmly, and with it a short trickle escaped from her pussy. It began exploring its way along the crevasse between her hind legs and her captor made a go at catching it. Yet his tongue landed short and she felt it find a home hidden away under her.
The slow build of pleasure threw off its bindings, doubling in a moment as her captor opted for the sweeter prize, sending his undulating tongue in pursuit of her fleeing nub. It reached wonderfully deep up inside her, contorting and folding, but was gone just as quickly.
"Mmmm...!" She... wanted it back!
He was only too happy to oblige, darting back in to stroke the her inner walls. She could feel steady dribbles of liquid following his tongue about. His random pattern of shallow flicks and longer, probing strokes caught most, but some managed to escape to take the path blazed by the first. His explorations weren't that deft or well-targeted, but with his width it didn't matter; his tongue touched everything.
"Mmmmmmmm...," was the only thing she could think of to say.
When she moaned, his cock flexed, forcefully lifting her head. He rumbled softly right back, the whole of her pussy vibrating. She nearly sucked his head right into her throat.
"MMMMM!" Her wink pushed vainly against the underside of his chin.
He must have noticed because he lifted his head just to stroke the entire length of his tongue right across the concentrated bundle of nerves. A long shock of pleasure raced outward across all her limbs, rebounded back, and sent her whole body trembling. In her shock she couldn’t even voice another, more vehement moan.
He took advantage of her momentary weakness, stepped one hind leg forward, forcing her to bend her forelegs and drop her chest to avoid impalement. Keeping the rest of herself in position lifted her tail and bent her neck up into a much more submissive pose. He seemed to appreciate the new position, reaching his neck further around to plant his lips firmly against her quivering lower ones, and then whickered softly into the intimately lewd kiss.
His new angle also allowed his tongue to reach new depths, quickly finding a spot inside her that fired electric jolts of pleasure through her whenever he crossed it. It was like he was licking every single pleasurable nerve in her body all the way down to her hooves. She shook and twitched, gasping tiny moans. Her button joined in, pressing itself into him with every tremor, becoming the center for a diffuse knot of pressure that pulsed rhythmically, growing stronger.
She was building to a climax, she realized. As if her body hadn't been interested before, she was finding it harder and harder to pay attention to anything other than what was happening here and now. Escape might - might - still be an option, but did she really want to?
Her decision had already been made for her and she redoubled her efforts, sucking and slurping at him. She wasn't willing to take him all the way into her throat, not with the way he kept jostling his mammoth stallionhood around, but it was almost a game to see how far she could take his tip.
The process was thoroughly sloppy and, with his increasingly frequent dribbles filling her with his sticky flavor, her lips were slathered with escaped slobber. His shaft glistened several inches beyond what she could reach and the whole of her muzzle, from the base of her nostrils to the underside of her chin, was thoroughly damp. A couple streamers were even working their way down her neck.
Her rear wasn't faring any better. With his muzzle smooshed right against the source of all her juices, his every little motion smeared their mixed liquids farther afield. Her coat out and around the bare skin of her nethers was already matted and it was only going to get worse.
In that moment she realized what she really wanted: to drench and be drenched. The knowledge that she was going to be getting her wish, and soon, sent shivers across her coat, flying her toward the looming peak. And since she was getting what she wanted…
Drawing her head back, she brought her lips to bear against the sensitive rear of his flare. Small wriggles, squeezes, and scrunches teased and coaxed the raised edge. Finding that she’d made a little free space at the back of her mouth, she brought her tongue to bear against the front of his head, caressing its smooth, tapered surface. Playing with the little nozzle near the middle, she prodded and ran her muscle over it, coaxing it to respond.
It did. As though her new ministrations had been the key all along, his head almost immediately broadened, flattening out and forcing her jaws to an almost painful width. She could keep up; she had to!
He whined a rumble then and strained, shoving his cockhead into the back of her muzzle with irresistible force. It squeezed past her teeth, still widening.
Sudden fear jolted through her. Could she even take his full size? What if he got stuck?!
As though the princesses had heard her muffled protest, he stepped back and yanked himself free with a wet schlorp. She gasped in shock as he also rudely stole the air from her lungs. For a moment, his flare swung back and forth in front of her nose, dribs and drabs of her spit and his precum scattering toward the grass.
Even if his cock had been too big for her mouth, the cool air on her now abandoned pussy was unwelcome. She was so close, her tail standing straight up!
He chuffed out a sort of growl as his hindquarters swung away, taking his rigid member and its already-shrinking flare from her.
She stepped sideways as well, attempting to… do something about the situation, but he mirrored her turn. A vigorous neck shake flung his mane everywhere as his small, dark eyes found hers. He loosed a wild neigh and lunged toward her, teeth clamping shut on the tip of her crest before she could do more than flinch.
Her head was forced down an instant later. She stumbled, wings flaring for balance. He seemed oblivious though, moving his head back and forth a couple of times and taking hers along with it.
Confusion closed around her like a vice. What was he doing with her?
He paused, facing them toward a seemingly random point along the clearing’s edge, then sudden movement in his hooves carried through her neck and yanked her forward. Her loud cry of surprise became a string of staccato gasps as he dragged her bodily along, her eyes darting wildly to figure out where he was taking her. With her head held down, long teal mane spilling into her vision, and his bulk on her right, she couldn't tell quite what was going on. And with so little time to react to each passing hummock of grass, she had to keep paddling her wings for balance.
The approaching forest edge doused them in shade and, unfortunately, the fresh coolness only hastened her fading arousal. Near the overarching trees, lying across the ground and thick enough that she'd have to climb to get over it, was the long carcass of another. A cloying, loamy scent rose from its patchy moss- and mushroom-riddled gray bark, very effectively clearing the mingled scents of their exertions from her nose. Her vulva gave a last, disappointed wink.
As they came up on the felled tree, her captor paused, kicking out a forehoof. The resulting solid thunk must have been a signal for something because he then released her head. Another snap of his teeth a hair’s breadth from her ear kept her gaze submissively down. Still, she tried to follow along, peering through the messy strands of her mane as he turned and stomped off around her. He was still so close - looming so large behind her - and the underbrush ahead was too dense-
A sharp nip stung her just behind her cutie mark, wrenching a shrill yelp from her. She shied to the right, her head snapping up as she rolled her eyes to see, but no more bites came. Instead, he brought his head down to thump against her haunch, pushing her a half-step sideways. Several times he did this, butting her back and forth.
She… was being adjusted? Yup! He herded her until she was standing perpendicular to the fallen tree. Her heart fluttered at the thought. It meant-
A snort against her dock was her only warning before the front of his chest slid forward over the crest of her rump. For a moment their coats brushed together and the narrow of his girth hugged her hips in a strange sort of intimacy. Then, with a whuff of effort, he heaved himself up and away, forelegs whisking the tips of her feathers while his rear hooves danced heavily through the grass behind her. The air around her shifted, pregnant with the impending impact of something massive. She shrank down just before his forehooves flashed past her to smash the ground ahead of her own, his undercarriage slapping the whole of her back.
Crouched awkwardly, she couldn't have been caught in a better cage, not with his massive legs bracketing her on all sides. And he, himself, was an impenetrable roof of equine; her rump pressed into the smooth skin of his belly while his barrel heaved right above her withers. Craning her neck, she peered upwards just as he bent his neck to look down at her. That was when his still-rigid member found a home between her hind legs, the veiny rearmost reaches resting snugly against the insides of her thighs.
The heat in her loins ceased its slow withdrawal, deciding that it would very much like to see what would happen next.
Now that their noses were so close together, he inhaled one of her exhales. He snorted it right back to her and she shuddered as the scents of stallion, exertion, and arousal again roared through her senses. Her vulva, riding the top of his shaft as it was, flared sympathetically and she felt a fresh dribble escape to join the mess she was smearing across the top of his shaft.
He broke away, dropping his head down to one side of her and curling his neck to look beneath them. She had to duck when he swung his neck around to their other side.
Curious, probably too much for her own good, she lowered her head a fraction and angled it to peek under herself. The sight of his cock jutting from between her hind legs like it was her own was just too comical. Shifting one of her hinds made the stiff dick bobble and, unable to help herself, she grinned.
Reality crashed rudely back down as his teeth again latched onto a swath of her mane, this time hauling her head up. He ignored her indignant squawk and instead stepped into her, the fronts of his hind legs slapped against the backs of her thighs, bouncing her forward. A combination of pushing against her rump and pulling with his mouthful brought her up to the fallen tree. It was an ungainly process with the two of them straddling each other, and his dick kept swinging up against her, tapping its tip impressively far ahead of her teats.
When she put a tentative hoof on the fallen tree he suddenly let her go to snap at it. Flinching, she dropped the offending limb back to the ground and waiting dutifully for him to let her know what to do next. Somehow, despite the way she had to bend her legs to fit beneath him, she found herself almost eager.
One after another he planted both forehooves on the log, the bark crunching and caving, and levered himself up and away. Doing so lessened the sense of oppressive mass above her and allowed her to straighten up properly. His plan suddenly made perfect sense.
Then he shifted again, bringing his forelegs together against her neck. Locked in place, she was now well and truly at his mercy.
She didn’t have to wait long; he pulled his haunches back, treating her to the unique sensation of a stallionhood sliding out from between her legs. It pressed against the lower tip of her mound in passing, right over her hidden button, and she was sure she’d drizzled a line of her own arousal along the top of his shaft. Finally freed from her thighs, the head of his stallionhood trailed up across her quivering marehood, smearing a fresh, thick trail of arousal over her and up under the base of her tail before springing clear. She shivered at the feeling of fresh mess, faint pins and needles rushing outward across her coat. Inadvertent though it might have been, he couldn't have chosen a better way to coax her back into the mood.
His cock came right back though, pressing into the soft flesh beside her pussy as her tail happily lifted itself away.
Oh, he was big! It made her shudder, but with his tip snuggled in the hollow beside her vulva, the face of his cockhead covered most of her, dwarfing her sex! It was a mare-destroyer that didn't seem possible she could fit. At the very least it would be a struggle.
Bracing her front hooves, she tried to relax her canal a little for him. But, being so worked up, it was almost an exercise in futility.
Another weak thrust prodded her, though his aim was high and distressingly close to her back door. She silently thanked the princesses when he didn't go for it, his hind hooves dancing through the grass as he attempted to improve his aim by repositioning his entire hind end.
It was a bad game of chance that she, feeling a creeping neediness, began trying to help with as best she could. She attempted to angle her haunches to match him, winking her nethers and holding herself open against the cool air. If he landed just right-
The end of his cock blindly struck her bared nub and slid upward, its broad taper finally nestling between her lips like a key finding its slot. The impact forced a startled gasp from her, but the feel of a strong, hard stallionhood poised against her entrance turned it into a low coo. He froze, his cock at the ready, and whickered happily, nosing around in her mane.
Then one of his hinds shifted closer and he bore down with his hips, her nether lips compressing but not giving way. She could feel the very tip of him between the tender inner edges, giving her the barest taste of him. He huffed powerfully into the back of her head and bent more force to the task, struggling deeper as her pussy slowly parted across his tip.
He couldn't be too big. He just couldn't! Her coo turned into a needy groan as she moved her hind legs outward, trying to spread herself while pushed backward.
With an almost physical pop something gave and she was suddenly stretched around the back of his flare, every nerve within her entrance setting off in a wonderful cacophony of feeling that had her trembling from head to hoof. She could feel how her vulva bulged to accommodate him. And her button…
There was no longer any room for her to wink. All her clit accomplished was press itself into his throbbing, immutable surface, increasing the wonderful pressure against it and sending her spiralling toward oncoming release. He hadn't even started yet and she was already so far along! Was she truly so wanton?
The answer she got was his cock questing deeper into her quivering tunnel, little shifts and shuffles of his hind hooves working like myriad small thrusts. Each rolled up over the heels of the previous, giving her no respite. The idea of helping him along by relaxing herself fled like so many other rational thoughts. Then the trailing edge of his rigid head crossed the spot his tongue had so much trouble reaching, jolting her ecstatically.
Yes, she really was so wanton!
She was also already full beyond measure, but he kept pushing more into her, his shaft apparently endless. She was sure he had passed her halfway point. No, he was surely beyond it. He must be; she could feel his dick reaching clear through her pelvis, weighing her hips down.
When he finally stopped, the head of his cock had to be somewhere between her stomach and diaphragm. The thoroughly stretched feeling so deep inside had to be her cervix being pushed out ahead of him. And yet, only smooth, clear shaft had passed into her. His medial ring was still back there somewhere!
For a long moment, he waited - perhaps enjoying the feel of her twitching and wriggling on him - the stillness around them resonating with his hammering heart. Through her taut walls she felt every answering pulse in his stallionhood. She winked again - still a futile gesture - sending a thin line of her juices down the long course inside of her left hind.
His eventual withdrawal was just as glacial as his entry. Some part of her recognized that it was because he had so much to extract from her, but rationality wasn't really on her mind - not with her pussy's every nerve singing his praises. She wanted more and she wanted it now! However, with her shoulders set against his immovable front legs, she was entirely under his control.
At least until his return stroke...
She grinned, eyes unfocused, as he paused, the back of his flare pulling her nether lips outward. Her position couldn’t stop her and she gleefully pressed herself backward when he shoved back in. But she was slicker than she’d expected and slid onto him easily, his stallionhood finding her deepest reaches far too quickly.
Lurching forward, she shouldered into his front legs. If he went any deeper she’d probably be coughing up his precum. Amusement bubbled up at that thought even as the rest of her trilled happily at being full near to bursting.
Thankfully, his first few thrusts were slow draws that allowed her a chance to loosen around his girth. However, he also gave her no respite, each of his thrusts sliding home sooner and leaving more quickly than the last. Her pussy cycled between blissfully stuffed and wonderfully empty.
He seemed unsure what tack to take, shuffling his hind hooves about and making his rhythm erratic. But that was fine with her. Perfect even! Her button enjoyed the way the occasional longer, wonderfully drawn-out stroke snuck between his quick, uneven thrusts. And that sensitive, charged spot deep inside... It absolutely reveled in her inability to anticipate when his careless back and forth would bring his flare barrelling across.
Yet there was still no slapping of flesh between them. She couldn’t bother to care though, not with the way his slick stallionhood slid across her every sensitive point, deftly skirting the edges of her discomfort. And there was this amazing heat radiating directly into her from him, drawing excess lubrication from deep within her to overflow and drip away. All of it was more than enough to bathe her in raw pleasure, rapidly building her toward a precipice.
As ecstasy collected and concentrated into a point at the back of her crotch, her pussy quivered around him, straining to express itself. However, being so completely parted left it no ability to do so, which only rushed her onward. She knew she wouldn’t last long, not with how he was relentlessly driving her, and she locked her legs in a desperate bid to not shake completely apart.
She found him hovering just above her and bent her neck to lift her head. Their muzzles came together, bumping lightly each time he jostled her world. That was the ticket. He was so strong, so masculine, so virile...
Somehow she found breath enough to moan into his nostrils. "I'm so close. So close... So..."
He stopped, his solid length just resting deep within her hips. Then his whole body shuddered, cock flexing against her. She grinned as a matching tremor ran through her, imagining all the delicious precum he'd just basted her with.
But all he did was snort heatedly and shake out his mane. Stretching down, he casually sniffed her leg. She swore his eye met hers.
That was his game?
With his neck extended he was vulnerable and she took her opportunity, darting down to nip at the underside of his throat. He might have caught her, but he wouldn’t deny her orgasm!
Jerking his neck up and away, he must have gotten the hint. He loosed a mighty whinny and resumed where he’d left of, pulling partway out of her just to shove himself right back in.
The momentary break had only made the anticipation nearly unbearable and she found herself biting her lower lip, lungs working frantically to blow shallow breaths through her nostrils. The dam holding back her nethers was so thin now, constantly buffeted as it was by the diffuse, throbbing knot centered at the base of her straining slit. An intoxicating physical pressure was building, not unlike the need to pee, and all it would take was one little-
As though sensing her state, he bunched his haunches at the apex of one withdrawal and sent his next thrust powering to new depths. His cock kissed something so deep in her that she was surprised by the lack of pain. Her reward was great though: her nethers, from the base of her pucker to the nub of her clit, pinged pure ecstasy as his medial ring popped past her lips. The knot within her writhed, breaking free, sending her rocketing far beyond the point of no return.
Flinging her head back and forth, she shrieked wordlessly as his backstroke treated her to more of the same. Wings vibrating madly and body shaking around her, what breath she'd managed to find washed away with the tide of ecstasy. Only his rock-solid presence kept her upright.
Liquid gushed from her in rhythmic spurts now that the gates were loosed. With no room between them, there was only one way it could go, gifting her with the exquisite sensation of her cum spraying from the narrow seam her sex formed around his. From haunch to hock, her coat was soon riddled with streamers of the excess.
Yet, in complete disregard of her state, he was relentless, not slowing as she writhed all over his member. He was rude, rough, and completely bestial, his new rhythm of long thrusts tugging her vulva outward before sliding forcefully home. The sheer girth of him rocked her shoulders against the back of his forelegs.
She was his and he was going to get what he wanted from her.
Even so, his accuracy was immaculate, each stroke just enough to dip his medial ring into her. Her button pushed madly back at him and received an electrifying tap every time he passed in or out, rewarding her with continuous pussy-wracking spasms. He clearly knew exactly what he was doing, prolonging both his pleasure and hers, and that brought a gleeful little smile to her muzzle. After all, he kept her riding the high long after she should have crashed.
However, her orgasm eventually wore itself out. The steady pattering of liquid in the grass behind her slowed to an occasional drip and her quivers tapered to a gentle thrumming. Still, he never let up. He continued ramming himself far down into her and she found that, though she had finished, she wasn't coming down. There was another peak ahead and he was determined to ride her over that one too.
The ridge at the back of his flare was now the only source of friction between them, his cock glided in and out of her with amazing ease. Her pussy slurped with each withdrawal and squelched with every thrust, not unlike a hoof stuck in the mud, just much, much wetter. It wasn't solely her fault either. His cock kept tensing inside her, surely depositing fresh coats of precum to keep her sloppily slick.
With another shake of his mane, he dipped his great head, muzzle hovering just above hers. Somewhere along the way his basso bellows had taken on a lighter, more frantic pitch and now their breathing lined up almost perfectly, driven naturally by the powerful flexing of his body. It was so intimate and her heart fluttered happily. They were a single sweaty mess.
And so, so hot.
Her wings trembled with the effort, but she managed to extend them, wafting cooler air around herself with downstrokes that quavered every time he rammed home.
Then one thrust hesitated a bit long, buried in her core. The next returned only to leave a little too quickly. They became increasingly jerky, losing their surety. He was close!
The realization made the twisted knot in her core roil again. She was going to be awash with his seed. How could she not? There was no room! Her grin widened as the thought made the humming in her nerves redouble.
He lowered his head further to rest his wide cheek on hers, eclipsing one side of her vision. She pressed back against him, feeling his stallionhood catch within her. Jerking forward, he bottomed out, ramming her against his forelegs as his cock gave up all but the thinnest pretense of softness. His flare had become too big for even his prodigious strength to move and she was tugged back and forth by his last few jerks, the stretching within her rising to an aching sort of pinch. But it was an oh, so good pinch that resonated throughout her body.
Buried deep inside her and with nowhere to go, his cock flexed mightily one last time, pulling upward. Her hips lifted and, joint by joint, the weight on her hind legs lessened...
"Hmmmmnnnnn...!" Her moan was a pitiful, strangled thing, yet brimming with eagerness. "Co-o-ome f-for m-me-e!"
Her plea drew a long, aching groan from his mouth and nostrils that seemed to empty every ounce of air from his body. Then his cock let her go, returning her full weight to the ground. Taut as her pussy's walls were, she couldn’t miss his urethra distending.
Liquid heat shot into her.
Her eyes bulged, staring upward through his mane. The force of it against her was incredible! Pressure rose higher and higher as his apparently endless ejaculate made room in her deepest reaches where there was none.
Oh! Ohhhhhh... She had been wrong! A streamer of blazing warmth had found its way even deeper, to a place he’d never touched! It was hard to think what that might mean, teetering so precariously on another crest the way she was.
She bent her back upward against him in a desperate bid for any amount of relief. But it was hopeless. She was well and truly spitted.
Could she even hold any more? Or…?
Like a balloon popping, something gave and slickness burst backward through her, instantly filling the faint space around his shaft. His stream eased for an eyeblink as his stallionhood relaxed faintly, and the tide was stemmed by his medial ring.
Then his member heaved again and fresh, hot cum jetted against her innermost barrier. She wanted to hold it all - keep it for herself - but the second shot was just as voluminous as the first. The mass of it churned, refusing to be denied. With how snug she was around him there was only one way out for it.
His cum erupting past her nether lips did it for her. Waves of pleasure exploded from where she enveloped him, uncoiling outward one after another. As the first of his seed splattered the ground between her hind hooves, body-rattling spasms ejected her own juices against him. Marecum met and merged with the outpouring stallion seed, thinning the streamers and globs and helping them along their courses. Her already-damp crotch became sodden with streams of mixed cum, dribbles making their way along her belly to drip from her teats. There was no escaping the volume of it and the insides and backs of her hind legs were soon matted clear down to her hocks.
The rhythmic pulsing of his appendage, the overwhelming fullness, the fluids flowing out of her, the intimacy of a stallion pressed against her body and so deeply within... She shook helplessly as sweet release overtook every sensation, her body locking up around her while her wings trembled, extended primaries vibrating against the air.
There was an edge to it this time - a bite - from her being denied any time to relax. It worried at her tender nerves, yet made the pleasured high so much greater. She would have screamed her undying joy had her voice not also failed her. So she gaped toward the sky above, tongue lolling and neck straining beside his as sparks danced across her vision.
Gradually his pulses lost their potency, growing further apart, and the spurts of seed from her entrance settled to a waning dribble. Her own tremors lessened alongside his like he was directing them, letting her down gently as they tapered off together. Somewhere along the way she managed to draw breath enough to huff and groan, working out the stranglehold on her vocal cords. However, now that she had the ability to, she found herself with little to vocalize and no energy to do so.
Both she and he stayed still for some time, simply enjoying the afterglow's muted ease. Shakily, she brought her muzzle down and ran it along the side of his neck, filling her nose with the salt and musk of his sweat. He remained with his neck bowed, allowing her to reach, and heaved a great, rumbling sigh. She grinned tiredly, feeling so close to him - so connected.
In that moment, his stallionhood gave a sure sign of its fading rigidity and shifted within her. He gently bumped her chin with the tip of his muzzle, released her neck from his forelegs, and then began withdrawing. Hoofspan after hoofspan of him slid from her, providing a different sort of near-orgasmic relief as her strained tunnel was finally allowed to let go. Even so, every nerve along her canal gave tired chimes of joy as he brushed them one last time.
The last of him left her in a rush and a messy slurp, pursued outward by one last dousing of his seed. His dick must have been the key to the spell holding her upright because her exhausted hind legs immediately gave up on her, dropping her rear right into the mess the two of them had made of the ground. She vaguely sensed him swinging freely behind her as, from dock to wing joints, a thin string of dampness laid itself up the center of her back.
Well-used and well-marked from muzzle to tail, she basked in satiated euphoria. Her tail was a lost cause, weighed down and stuck firmly to the ground as it was by copious creamy fluids. Her entrance, still gaping from his girth, played host to curious tickling, gooey grass blades. It was a wholly strange feeling that intruded on her bliss, but she could do something about that. With a long, pleased sigh she let her forequarters down, taking her nethers off the ground, and rested her chin on the old, craggy log. Her wings found the clean, undefiled grass to either side, soft blades filtering between her spread feathers to sap away much of the overwhelming heat.
Her partner had moved off a little ways, apparently finally giving her some respite. His hooffalls still felt earth-shakingly heavy, but in stark contrast to earlier, each was exactingly placed as he maneuvered out and around her wings.
He drew closer again and the coat of her haunches lifted as the air just above her was disturbed. The only thing to accost her were puffs of air as he sniffed from one side of her to the other. Then his tongue returned. It wasn't teasing or sensuous like it had previously been but simply laid itself across a swath her coat, following the grain backward from the point of her hip to near her dock. He crossed over her hips like that, wicking away the collected sweat and cooling her all the sooner. Up her haunches he continued, then along her back, following the line of her spine, and eventually he licked his way between her wing joints. When he began swiping her withers clean she shuddered and murmured happily. She still wasn't sure why, but he enjoyed licking her clean as much as she enjoyed his ministrations.
He sniffed around a bit more, and she let him. At least until soft lips and sparse, bristly hairs lightly grazed the area where she'd taken the landing earlier, causing the skin of her shoulder to twitch. She was tender enough to flinch mildly a couple of times which meant she would likely develop a bit of a bruise later. It really wasn't that bad, at least not in light of what it had just led to, but having any lingering mark would frustrate her to no end. She was tougher than that! Her sister had seen to that.
"Don't worry about it," she mumbled hazily, "'s fine."
A dismissive snort and deep rumble was his reply. His broad nose then found its way into the soft flesh just behind her elbow, rocking her in place with a nudge.
She snorted right back without moving her head from its place atop the log. "I'm serious. I've had so much worse just being on weather teams with Rainbow."
A couple of final licks across her tender shoulder was his way of making his point while also letting the matter drop.
Then, with a massive whump of displaced air, he settled to the ground just behind her right wing, rumbling happily. She smiled again, taking his broad tongue across the face when she turned to look at him.
"Ack! Hey! No fair!" She laughed brightly. "I always end up the messiest and you're not helping!"
He flippantly dismissed her with a chuff-snort before bringing his tongue to bear again. She managed to ward off his slobbery appendage by flailing a tired hoof, but not before he'd gotten the top of her muzzle and her brow. For a moment his small, almost-black eyes locked intently on hers, then he launched into a string of rumbles, clicks, blows, and a stuttering hiccup-like sound that made her ears perk.
Ancient proto-Equestrian wasn't the easiest language to follow, but for the umpteenth time, she silently thanked Princess Sparkle for learning the long-buried language - somehow - just so he could speak to them. It was the only language the Princess had found that he was even capable of.
"Yes, I know we'll be washing off soon,” she huffed playfully as he laid his neck across hers.
For a moment she just enjoyed the contact. Her sister might call her a size princess, but what really drew Flitter to him was that he was a big softie under that massive form.
Even in the earliest days, after being found wandering lost and skittish outside of Ponyville, he’d been so careful about not stepping on things or bumping into ponies. Somepony had instilled good values into him. It was a shame he didn’t know who, but the difference between “dim memories” before finding himself near Ponyville and “bright memories” after - his words - apparently made a mess of things.
In fact, his values were perhaps too good. Once she and he had gotten serious, it had still taken her nearly a year to convince him she would be perfectly safe during some of the more... energetic ideas for adult activities Cloudchaser had suggested.
Not that it had taken Flitter any less time to work up enough courage to approach him in the first place.
Unfortunately, they couldn’t stay intertwined like this forever, especially it she wanted to avoid becoming a crusty, itchy mess. Her legs protested tiredly, but she folded her wings and got her hooves under her, extracting herself and standing with only one small wobble. The feel of their mess draining off her, slipping down her legs and dripping from her haunches and belly, was a distraction that she used to fuel her scolding.
"Y’know... You should have let me get closer to the stream first!"
He teased back with a sharp nicker and shook his neck. Rearing, she jabbed his side with both forehooves. Though she wasn't nearly strong enough to move his bulk, he rolled anyways.
After a soft whinny, hiccup-clack, and chuff he bared his teeth much like a pony smile. Then his ears flicked and he began twisting and thrashing happily, grinding his back against the soft grass. He still hadn't retracted his penis and rolling like a fool made it flop around lewdly, flinging the mixed remains of their passion far and wide. His chest and belly got the worst of it, but a few blips and blops managed to pepper her.
She rolled her eyes as his foalish presentation burned away what little ire she actually had, grinning as she tried to flick her sodden tail. He was such a powerful and majestic creature when on his hooves, with long legs and ample muscles, yet upside down like this his legs seemed a little too short and his body a bit too wide, making him look... squat and stumpy. It wasn't the greatest look, but the difference was always entertaining.
"Yes, you're adorable, but I'm going to be crusty by the time we get there."
He showed how much he cared by rolling some more, chuffing lightly.
Placing a forehoof on him stopped him cold and he looked up at her, his long, almost-pony face tilted with ears at attention. She bared her tongue at him and then dipped her head, tracing the center line of his belly. Her tongue flicked once, twice, and more, seeking out various globs of cum where they stuck to his skin. The heavy, cloying taste of his cum made her core flutter faintly, but she was too spent for there to be any heart behind it.
Still, her lips found the tip of him, tapered again now that his penis had relaxed. He whickered as her tongue traced his contours, squirming to place his limp cock across his belly and within easy reach. There was just so much still coating his member and she hummed happily as she worked her way along, picking out every little whorl and eddie of her taste and his.
Swallowing what she'd found and leaving just her saliva marring his length, she came back to his head only to open wide and engulf it again. With her lips sealed around him, she ran the soft frog of one forehoof up the underside of his member. Like a miniature orgasm just for her, and one she could take without drowning, a small mouthful of delicious, creamy cum poured onto her tongue. She hummed appreciatively and he weakly tried to flex.
Lifting away, she swallowed and smacked her lips. Looking up between the boughs and leaves toward the blue sky above, she ran her tongue across her lips and smiled. It had been a wonderful day.
"Alright, let's go." She patted his belly soundly, each slap resounding through his gut. "And get something into you. Have to keep your strength up."
Getting up proved harder than expected, her knees groaning and giving a little wobble - especially her hinds - but she managed.
"Ooooo..." Walking would probably be fine, but why should she have to? It was his fault anyways. "I think your punishment for not letting me get closer is that you get to carry me there."
He answered with a barked grumble-chuff and then twisted about again.
She rolled her eyes and nipped at his barrel, careful to avoid his waving hooves. "We don't have to get clean right away-"
Just like that he was upright, belly on the ground.
"You're impossible."
He shook his neck and nickered, bringing his head up under her so that the broad flat of his forehead rested against the underside of her neck. She did her best attempt at a friendly rumble, placing her chin across his poll, and brought a forehoof up to hug around under his jaw. Even after all this time, the contact still filled her with electric excitement and made her wings flutter against her flanks. Again she tried to express her happiness with a tail flick, but it was still quite stuck to her right hind leg.
When she let go, she playfully swiped her tongue up across the little white patch between his nostrils. Let his sinuses bathe in their combined musk until they reached the stream!
Stepping around to his side, she clambered onto his back, gingerly placing each hoof so as to not hurt him - not that he'd notice. She then nestled in with hind hooves tucked to one side and forehooves draped forward over his shoulders. Sure, it meant that she was smearing their mess all over his rump - though he never seemed to mind that either - but it would also let her rest her head on his neck and see where he was taking her.
She just couldn’t help one last look around the clearing. They’d been so noisy so she could only hope that nopony had heard them. Or seen. Glancing upward through the trees toward the slightly cloudy sky, she blushed. Any of those clouds could be hiding a peeping pegasus.
However, her mount was getting antsy while she dithered, so she wrestled those embarrassing thoughts into the back of her mind.
Giggling brightly, she extended an imperious hoof. "Onward, Mountain Rush! To the stream!"
He brayed excitedly, tossing his head just a little, and then set off at a measured pace, careful that she wasn’t jostled her from her perch.
Author's Note
Working on this was... an experience. It wasn't really any harder to write - I was just more nitpicky - and it wasn't that I was embarrassed to be typing adult happy fun time words (though having my roommate move his computer into the walk-in closet directly behind me was worrisome).
Whenever I worked on it I spent the time mildly aroused. Aren't you supposed to contact a doctor if you spend more than four hours aroused? Or is that just for drugs?
