Moon Dancer was sprawled face first across the bed, mouth wide open, snoring loud enough to wake the dead. Drool oozed down her cheek as a consequence of her unhinged jaw, the sticky substance pooling onto the covers and matting her fur to the soft fabric. She was no doubt going to wake up with a crusty coat.
In addition to the uncomfortable crooked position of her neck, the mare’s rear was propped up; hind legs spread wide, tail hiked to the sky, revealing to all the world her plump marecunt. She must have fallen asleep the instant her head touched the sheets, the poor dear.
The unrefined position looked extremely inviting to the lone stallion that followed her home. Especially when her dock occasionally twitched in her sleep, bringing attention to the cream-colored ponut nestled underneath her frizzy tail. The round bundle of flesh perfectly complimented her labia of identical shade, the partially wrinkled folds tightly tucked within her slit. Further below, he could just make out her petite teats hanging on her lower belly, mostly hidden by pale fur.
He licked his lips and praised Luna for his good fortune—it wasn’t every night a pony crashed in a position so tantalizing.
Her pussy may not be wet at the moment, but with his magic touch, he was sure she’d be slick in no time, her soft folds flushing with arousal. He could imagine it now: the mare begging him to pound her into the mattress, to become his. Her insides would ripple around his cock as she came again and again, screaming at him to never cease his relentless assault on her cunt. Sadly, he knew the odds of her sleeptalking were minimal, the spell he cast on her being much too potent.
Climbing onto the bed, his gaze locked onto the mare’s treasure, he slapped her haunches to determine how responsive she was. The sound of his hoof hitting fur-covered flesh resonated throughout the room, but other than a swish of her tail, and tensing of a hind leg, she stayed fast asleep. Moon Dancer’s soft snores remained uninterrupted, the poor mare, completely oblivious to the danger she was in.
“You’re mine now, and you don’t even know it,” he whispered in palpable anticipation. From the snippets of conversation he had eavesdropped, all Moon Dancer wanted was to have a fun night clubbing with her friends. His understanding was that she was adamantly against alcohol, yet her friends nonetheless pressured her into it.
Naturally, it didn’t take long for her to have a bit too much to drink; even in her drunken state, she was quite a cutie. After saying goodbye to her friends and assuring them that she could find her way home by herself, she left the nightclub. He trailed behind her, easily remaining out of sight. Twenty minutes later, he found himself in her room, casting a spell on the slumbering unicorn to keep her asleep—no matter what was done to her.
Assuming he used the right amount of power—which he was confident he did—she shouldn’t wake up for at least eight hours, the magical miasma keeping her mind under tight lock and key. The previous versions of his spells were little more than modified medical anesthesia spells, which just knocked his ‘partners’ unconscious, completely circumventing the sleep cycle. In short, they woke up dazed and confused. With this version, Moon Dancer should awaken nice and refreshed, blissfully unaware of anything done to her body. Well, as long as he cleaned up properly and was careful not to injure her. A sore and leaking behind would raise questions.
While spells already existed which accomplished what he desired, those were classified as dark magic and were well known to the guard. This meant their magical signatures were easily traceable, which was unacceptable. In order to get around this, he dedicated most of his time modifying anesthetic spells to have similar properties as their dark counterparts, yet without the same thaumanetic signature. Yes, it was tricky and he still hadn't perfected it, but the results thus far couldn’t be argued with.
Just the sight of Moon Dancer’s rear filled him with giddy excitement. He couldn’t wait to get started, so he scooted close enough to get a whiff of her natural scent. It wasn’t very potent, which was to be expected given how dry she was. Something he aimed to immediately rectify.
He reached a hoof out towards the mare’s beautiful rump, eyes closed as he felt her soft pussy lips compress under his touch, the flesh lacking in moisture as predicted. Her labia clung to his frog as it was rubbed in slow circles, the folds parting slightly as the edge of his hoof got caught within her slit.
Slowly, but surely, she began to grow wet.
Opening his eyes in order to drink in the sights, he observed her raised tail, the two-toned bundle of curled hairs seemingly calling out for him. He happily complied.
Continuing to glide his right hoof across her moistened cunny, he grasped her tail with his free hoof. The long fibers felt like silk against his bare frog. Having the need for more, the stallion wormed his hoof down to the base of her dock and tossed her tail onto his face, the hairs obscuring his vision and tickling his ears. He took a deep breath; she smelled like sweat with a hint of raspberries, the sweeter scent most likely a remnant of the last time she bathed.
The thought of Moon Dancer lathering her mane and tail with globules of shampoo, a few drops spilling onto her anus and oozing down the seam of her labia, filled him with a burning need. A need that grew along with his cock as her pussy produced lewd sounds while he rubbed her, the flesh now slick with her natural lubricant.
He leaned into her tail until his nose pressed against her dock. The end of her tail twitched against him, her musk much stronger than before. It was intoxicating. He had to resist the urge to start touching himself, else the night would end before it even began. That wouldn’t have been fun.
Lowering his head until he escaped the confines of her tail, he ended up with his chin touching his right hoof, nose against her protruded anus; muzzle squished into her moist entrance. The musky odor was all encompassing as her pussy quivered against him. It reminded him of previous mares, but she was just unique enough to excite him.
Her snores gave way to a brief moan as she winked for the first time tonight, the flesh of her clitoris unfolding against his hoof. He expected it to be the first wink of many. She wasn’t waking up, yet her body was completely responsive to external stimuli. A bit different than intended, but much better than the unresponsive husks he was used to. One of his earlier spell modifications left a mare without any response to stimulation at all. Self-lubrication? Nope. Clitoral winking? Nadda. Orgasms? Not a one.
It was like fucking a blowup doll, something he never wanted to be reminded of when trying to have sex with a living creature, completely killing the mood. Especially since he couldn’t even enter her pussy.
Sure, he could have gotten some lube, but that defeated the purpose. He wanted flesh and blood ponies with perfectly functional, self-lubricating genitalia—who got off. Not some realistic fleshlight that he had to keep lubricated. Although, her mouth was kind of fun, saliva glands unaffected by the spell. No, what he desired was right before him.
He extended his tongue and brushed it against Moon Dancer’s labia, the tangy flavor electrifying his taste buds. Her flesh quivered at the touch and the intervals between each of her fleshy winks grew increasingly shorter. The sensation of the nub unfolding against his chin was unbelievably hot, quickly getting his cock to full mast. He promised his dick that it’ll get release the instant Moon Dancer experienced her first orgasm of the night.
He pulled away from her, a strand of saliva connecting him to her plump flesh, and noticed that her clitoris rapidly winked at him, the pink innards begging to be stimulated. The stallion was all too happy to comply with his sleeping partner
He dragged his tongue along her clitoris, across her vulva, and ended with a lick to the outer edge of her taut anus, before repeating the process all over again. She tasted delicious, her fluids smeared all over his muzzle. Her tail flagged higher and higher, the automatic response extremely arousing to the stallion.
While lapping at Moon Dancer’s cunt like a dog dying of thirst, he reached between her legs and felt around for her teats. The fur here was much lighter than her coat, the hairs silky smooth. After a few moments of fumbling around her low stomach, he encountered two bumps in the otherwise uniform fur. They were small and easily compressible, the nipples growing hard under his touch. He wanted a better look.
He nibbled her labia for a few more seconds, alternating between the two puffy lips, before pulling away once more. His hooves kept feeling up her teats but then he gripped her by the waist and pushed her onto her right side. She emitted an adorable squeak as she fell over. He froze at the sound, yet quickly calmed down as her snores continued much more peacefully than before.
He grabbed her hind legs and pulled them apart, allowing him to see her underside in all its glory. Perky teats, winking vulva, a tight looking anus: all of it begged for his attention. Moon Dancer’s face was in clear view at this new angle, a small smile across her muzzle as she slept.
Taking special interest in her convulsing clitoris, he gave it a brief kiss. It returned the action with a wet wink, the inner flesh unfolding to scrape along his lip. Before the sensitive nub could reenter its folds, he opened his mouth and engulfed it completely, suckling it like a foal and his mother’s teat. His right hoof cupped her plump vulva as he did this, the edge clipping her anus and dock.
The concentrated bundle of nerves futilely twitched between his lips, each spasm causing her anus to contract in turn. He responded by slipping his tongue within the clitoris’ exposed innards and sucking. To his surprise, her vulva and anus powerfully contracted against his hoof, a smattering of fluids gushing out of her.
He swiftly spat out her clitoris, which rapidly winked in freedom, and put his mouth against the slit of her orgasming pussy, swallowing the small amount of fluid which squirted out of her. The tangy taste turned him on like nothing else could. He loved the one's who squirted.
Slipping his tongue between her soft folds, he quickly found her urethra and lapped at the fleshy opening, enjoying how his ministrations caused her to tense up. Her vagina wasn’t too deep this close to her clitoris; nonetheless, she still squeezed him tightly with her fleshy walls, each orgasmic contraction oozing out a rapidly declining amount of marecum. Once the amount of fluid dwindled to normal levels, he removed his tongue with a wet plop and sucked on her labia nearest to her anus, softly compressing the folds between his teeth.
While her lower lips were fun to nibble on, he had yet to sample the real deal. So, with one last, deep kiss along her vulva, making sure to stick his tongue as far inside as he could, he pulled back and grasped her haunches with his hooves, forcing her onto her back. He watched as her clitoris winked at him, then crawled up her body, making sure to give her little kisses and nibbles along the way. Once he reached her neck, he felt the tip of his penis brush against her inner thighs, sending a shiver down his spine. He tried to ignore it as he kissed along the nape of her neck and up to her check, but the fur against his shaft felt too good.
Placing his hooves against Moon Dancer’s cheeks, he leaned in for a kiss while moving his hooves down to tightly grip her dock. Moon Dancer’s mouth was parted slightly, which made it easy to slip his tongue inside. He moaned as he fondled her lax tongue with his own, her cold nose mashed against the side of his. He shifted his hips upwards as well, making contact with her slick cunt in the process.
He broke away from the kiss after a few seconds and gave her nose a lick. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered to the verbally unresponsive mare. Her pussy winked hard against the side of his cock.
To his surprise, she wrapped all her legs around him and mumbled something unintelligible. He knew she couldn’t have been waking up, so maybe she was having a dream? It was possible. She then started to grind her vulva against him, fluids splashing against his shaft, her smile growing in intensity as her clitoris unfolded again and again with physical desire.
He tutted. “Naughty, naughty mare. You’re having a wet dream, huh?” She responded by grinding her slit along his shaft even harder, the wet friction making it obvious how ready her body was. “Oh, you are soaked!”
He wrapped his hooves around her barrel and proceeded to prod against her unfolding clitoris with the flared tip of his cock. Aligning a bit downwards, where the heat was much more intense, he felt himself press against her plump vulva, her folds easily parting for him. However, before he could give the initial thrust, her own hip movements caused him to sink inside with an audible squelch, the aroused flesh offering no initial resistance.
“O-oh, b-buck you’re tight,” he gasped as her sopping wet cunt engulfed him down to his medial ring, her muscular insides tensing up and instantly constricting his progress. He could feel her heartbeat all around him, each throb a stark reminder that her body was experiencing this just as much as he was. The thought made his cock twitch within her, the snug passage responding in kind with a rapid clench of its own, forcing a rush of fluids out from between their union. He felt the thick mess splash against his balls, watching as it spilled all over Moon Dancer’s behind.
Moon Dancer started panting as she was gloriously spread by his length, her warm breaths tickling his muzzle while her hooves moved to unconsciously cup his rear in her slumber. The action caused him to jerk in shock, but he relaxed once he noticed her eyes were still shut. Her dream must have been intense if she were this active.
Inching a hoof down to her madly winking clitoris, he rubbed it in order to bring her more pleasure, as the concept of having a mare orgasm while he thrust in and out was too perfect to pass up. Squirming to get deeper, he shuddered as his balls impacted her anus, her tail intermingling with his own. He could vividly just how drenched Moon Dancer was, her velvety tunnel actively sucking him deeper with muscles that squeezed in waves starting from her vulva and ending at the entrance to her womb, the undulating motion gently plopping him against her cervix. The sensation of his flare scraping along her innermost walls was intense, the feeling complimented by how her cervix squished against his urethra. He concluded that Moon Dancer was one of the slickest and tightest mares he’d had the pleasure to enter, the heat and friction of her tender flesh igniting his every nerve.
In almost no time at all, due to his careful clitoral ministrations, Moon Dancer’s supple insides started to contract tightly around him, a cute squeak escaping from her lungs. He moaned as she came around him, each powerful squeeze of her soft passage feeling better than the last. Her clitoris winked in tandem with her vaginal contractions and he could have sworn her anus was convulsing against his balls.
The cherry on top was her cute little expression, her tongue dangling out her mouth as her cherry-red face grinned softly. This might have been his best spell so far if it allowed her to be this expressive. He wondered what she might have been dreaming about.
He hadn’t even started to thrust, yet the situation was so hot that he almost popped a load right then and there. So, before he forgot, he cast a simple contraceptive spell, the magic causing her belly to glow pink for a moment. Better safe than sorry.
Pulling out of her for the first time was difficult, to say the least; her supple flesh squeezed and massaged him, her passage seemingly trying to pull him further inside with each and every pulsation. In contrast, her cunt eagerly welcomed him the next time he pushed forward, her slick walls parting with a loud and wet squelch.
He grinned as he began to buck her pussy in earnest, her insides tugging at his folded up flare, sending flashes of white-hot pleasure to his brain. The rhythmic clenches of the warmth around him were too much as he felt his peak rapidly approaching, his flare unfolding to its full girth and locking him inside mid-thrust. Pushing as deeply as he could, her cervix impacting against his sensitive tip, he softly hugged her head to his chest and gripped her tightly. He took a deep breath of her mane, the sweet smell was the last straw.
Stars danced across his vision as a rush of liquid fire erupted up his shaft, the release of pressure resulting in an explosion of sensation. Again and again, his contractions expelled life-giving fluids up against the entrance to her womb, each ejaculation sending jolts of pleasure throughout his body. Despite his flare, the amount of semen produced caused a torrent of thick spunk to ooze out between their union, her insides noticeably constricting as the pressure was released.
Moon Dancer’s breathing was heavy, her hips softly moving back and forth in time with her dying orgasm. The motion scraped her soft insides along his flare, milking his orgasm to its full potential. He held onto her and softly thrust as he came, trying to extend his pleasure for as long as possible.
Sadly, his orgasm quickly died down to a few weak spurts. Her vagina held onto him for a good minute, but with a loud pop, his softened length slipped out of her. He moved his hips back just in time to witness a rush of their mixed fluids pouring out of her flushed opening, the thick soup splashing onto her dock and anus, a few drops dripping down her vulva. He dragged his flaccid dick across her used cunt, smearing his fluids everywhere, loving the wet sounds that the action produced.
“Well, that was fun,” he remarked to the sleeping mare, giving her a kiss on the nose. “Time to clean you up.”
Moving down to her spread hind legs, he watched as her quivering folds oozed his seed, the sight filling him with satisfaction, not unlike how an artist reflected upon his work. It truly was a shame he had to erase all evidence of his deeds.
With a flourish of his horn, a soft pink glow encompassed her pussy and spread her lips, revealing her slightly reddened innards. He snaked a thin tendril of magic all the way to her cervix and expanded it to fill the back of her vagina. She moaned as he began to pull the magical construct along her walls, scooping his semen out of her and onto her tail and anus.
He noticed that her clitoris, calm since he came inside her, started to act up again at the no doubt intense stimulation, winking madly. Rolling his eyes, he decided to give her one last orgasm once he finished cleaning her of his essence. She earned it for being such a good mare, after all.
Once all of his cum was outside of Moon Dancer’s body, he picked up most of the thick fluid (which was stuck to her anus and dock) in his telekinesis and walked over to where he assumed her bathroom was. Finding it, he swiftly flushed the mass down the toilet and walked back to Moon Dancer’s bed. Now to clean her tail and sheets, a much trickier endeavor.
Probing his magic through her tail, fur, insides, and sheets, he cast a complex spell that used the genetic markers in his seminal fluid to separate it from any other substance, allowing him to carefully extract the rest of his semen from the area. He would have used this spell in the first place, but it honestly would have been too much for him. The amount of energy needed goes up exponentially in accordance with the volume of whatever needs isolation, so it's always best to get the easy part out of the way first. It’s not high-level magic, but the spell is out of reach for unicorns who lack a magical education.
Now that he knew where the bathroom was, he was able to teleport the small droplets of semen he accumulated directly into the toilet bowl, flushing them immediately. While he couldn't quite teleport anything larger than a rat, this was a breeze. With that out of the way, all that remained of his presence was her own arousal, something which was easily explained away by an intense wet dream.
Her clitoris continued to wink unabated as her body produced lubricant by the truckload. He licked his lips and lit his horn. “Time for your parting gift.”
Snaking a thin magical tendril down to her clitoris, he slipped inside the upper slit. Not bothering to wait for a wink, he forcefully unfolded it himself, watching as the poor bundle of nerves desperately twitched and convulsed as it tried in vain to re-enter the safety of its warm pouch. Then he started to carefully squeeze it over and over, making Moon Dancer’s entire pussy spasm at the intense sensations inflicted on her. He loved how wet she was, her vulva just dripping with arousal.
Holding the two sides of her clitoris open with his magic, he leaned in and stuck his tongue inside, brushing against the most sensitive part of her quivering nub. She came instantly, her pussy clamping down on itself hard enough to produce a wet shlick. As her vagina gushed and convulsed, he removed his tongue from her clitoris and released it from his magic’s grip, allowing it the freedom to wink in tandem with her orgasm. Moving his attention downwards, he nibbled on her folds a bit more but nonetheless passed them by to give some attention to her dock and anus.
It was mesmerizing to watch her soaked ponut clench over and over, the ultimate indicator of Moon Dancer’s pleasure. He leaned in and pushed his nose against the puffy muscle, the musky scent filling him with desire all over again. His mouth was now in the perfect position to give her twitching dock a few sensual licks. So, with a short nuzzle against her soft asshole, he slathered his tongue up and down her dock, making sure to massage her flanks with his hooves in the process.
The licks appeared to extend her orgasm, her anus contracting against his nose with a slowly declining frequency that, even after thirty seconds, was still a single clench a second. Up above, her pussy lips quivered and drooled, her urethra on full display due to her slightly parted folds. He noticed a small amount of clear fluid leaking from the hole, no doubt from her own lubricant slipping inside.
As her final orgasm died with a whimper, he felt a bit disappointed. Sure, he came inside of her, as well as gave her some pleasure of her own, but he felt it was ending too soon. Oh well, he was satisfied and she was no doubt having some sweet dreams, so he figured it was time to call it a night.
He gave her ponut a wet, sloppy kiss in thanks, making sure to twirl his tongue around the rim in the process. Her clitoris winked hard at that, so he released her twitching anus with a wet splat and gave her rear a long lick all the way from her dock to her clitoris, lingering on the fleshy nub to give it one last burst of stimulation in the form of a very gentle nibble.
Leaving her genitals for the last time, he moved on to her teats and sucked on the erect flesh for a good ten seconds each, saving the sweaty flavor. He twirled them around in his mouth, then released them and continued up her body to say goodbye.
“You’re such a beautiful mare,” he whispered to Moon Dancer as he burned her facial features into his mind. With a hoof against her cheek, he moved up to her horn and gave it a gentle kiss, the electric tingle of dormant magic numbing his lips.
And with that, he left, knowing he would never see her again.
