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Hewitt, or just Hew as he preferred to be called, was sweating. From the heat of a fine summer day, from the running around he'd been doing a few minutes ago, and from pure nervousness. He sat with his feet dangling from the over-sized park bench while next to him sat a pony who was 5 meters (16.5 ft) tall, larger even than an African elephant. Her name was Sweetie Belle and when she was standing Hew only had to duck his head to pass underneath her.

Her white fur glistened in the setting sun. Her eyes were closed as her ears swiveled in the direction of tweeting birds. Her mane hung nicely combed, but curled upward at the ends as it always did. Her cutie mark, a striped shield emblazoned with a musical note, was just a little smaller than his chest. Though Hew's face was red at the very thought of turning to look at it. Looking at Belle's flank.

True, at this moment they were finishing up their first date, he was still a bit flustered at the idea of it all. Romance and relationships were awkward enough back on Earth. But here on Equuis? With ponies as large as walking whales? It had been... unusual.

Sure, he considered Belle and many other ponies good friends. And with the absence of things like the internet he spent a lot of time out and about with the lot of them. Hew even saw a few others as potential girlfriend material. But Sweetie Belle and her amazing voice? Her endless honest interest in all things Earth? It was only natural he'd eventually find the courage to ask her. To a date. Just the two of them. With nopony else.

It had gone very well.

They went to a play. They had dinner. They talked for over an hour. Really, it didn't even feel like a date. Then they finished it off with a peaceful walk in the park. Though Belle had to be reminded twice to slow down. His short legs couldn't hope to keep up with her massive gate.

They had laughed at that.

But now they were here. Seated on a bench. The sun was setting. The potential relationship ahead seemed both clear and foggy. How would a huge pony and tiny human work? Obviously they had great chemistry, but she was so much... bigger.

Hew was happy, yet uncertain. His human mind and sensibilities felt twisted. He thought Belle was beautiful. In some way that was very strange. Something he'd have to get over soon, seeing as it looked like they were going to be a couple going forward and there really weren't any human woman for him to pursue anyway.

He sighed.

Belle's ear twitched and her eye cracked open. "Something wrong?" she asked.

Hew wiped some sweat from his forehead. "Just thinking about... us. You know? How is this going to work and all that." Hew didn't think he was very good with words.

Belle huffed quietly. "You worry too much."

He chuckled at that. "Maybe I do. It's just... I want to do this right."

She smiled. "There is no real "right" way to date."

Hew shrugged at that and gave the sunset a meaningful glance. "Today was nice."

"Yeah," Belle agreed dreamily. "We still need to finish it off though."

Hew blinked. "What do you mean? I think all that's left to do is walk each other home and say goodnight."

Belle giggled. "Oh Hew, you forgot the most important rule of the First Date."

Hew sputtered. "I didn't forget anything. And you just said there is no "right way" to date."

Belle giggled again, longer and louder. "Well, there are a few expectations. Like the First Date." She turned to him and leaned, looming over him a bit. "We're suppose to kiss."

Hew swallowed and blushed. "Kiss?" he asked uncertainly. His eyes focused on her lips, each as thick as a tire. He didn't want to hurt Belle's feelings by refusing. He liked her. This was also a good first test. "Okay."

"Pucker up then, because here I come," she announced playfully.

Hew might have rolled his eyes if a mouth the size of a car's front end wasn't speeding toward his head. The man tensed, but stood his ground. Hew even managed to tilt his own head up before impact.

Like a squishy meteor, Belle's lips engulfed Hew's entire face. She was gentle and it was little more than a peck before she withdrew. For his part, Hew sighed in relief. That wasn't so bad. Definitely a new sensation, but he couldn't complain. Belle hummed with joy and the two shared a smile.

Then she zoomed in for another.

Hew's eyes bulged in renewed fear and surprise as her enormous lips closed over him again. Her muzzle parted slightly and a suction tugged the man's head forward while also not allowing him enough room to slip inside. The result? His head felt like it was being stretched. Hew's hands didn't stay at his sides this time. This time he braced his palms against Belle's furry chin and resisted the sucking as discretely as he could.

With a pop he was free.

The man fell back gasping for breath, his face wet with saliva. That hadn't been as nice for him. But Belle's eyes were lidded with love and her mouth hung open, her monstrous tongue just visible. She was lost to the passion.

"Oh Hew," she mumbled dreamily. "Just one more?"

Hew's first emotional response would have been a resounding "no!" But his instincts kept him from barking at the first pony he'd dared to love. He wanted to make this relationship work and that could mean enduring other struggles like this in the future. Hew had to do this. Love was about sacrifice and compromises. This was a sacrifice to keep Belle happy. He could do this for her.

"Just give me a second," Hew said.

Belle exhaled a hot steamy blast that swamped the diminutive human. Was that supposed to be her signal for "okay"?

Hew stood on the wood bench. Smoothed his shirt. Wiped the spit from his face. Took several deep breaths to fill his lungs. Then braced himself for contact.

"Alright, let's do this," he said.

Belle grinned. Then moved in.

She parted her lips about as wide as Hew's head before crashing into him and sucking with such vigor and lust, she threatened to draw the man right into her great maw. The human struggled against the huge force pulling him deeper by bracing his arms against the mare's dominating lips. Belle moaned and tilted sideways, twisting Hew to the right and making him stumble as his head remained locked to the end of her muzzle. He grunted and persisted in holding his breath for the duration of Belle's make-out session.

Finally, Belle relented and his head popped free. Yet, as he wobbled backward, one of her white hooves caught him. He tried to whisper an apology and catch his breath at the same time. Then Belle struck with something new.

Her huge tongue, wider than his chest, darted from her mouth. She dragged the meaty soaking organ across his upper torso and over his head, coating him in mare slobber. Then she lapped his head again, steamy breath flooding his lungs as she did so. Then a third time, slowly, allowing each taste bud bump to roll over his chin and nose.

Then time lurched back into motion as Belle withdrew and gazed down at him, limp against her hoof, legs barely keeping him upright. Her smile was so genuine. So loving.

"That was wonderful Hew. I'll never forget today."

He couldn't even respond. She took that as a sign of his own joy.

"I can't wait to do this again some time. Next week work for you?"

Author's Note

This short is both a request and based on an old Tumblr blog (back before Tumblr banned all lewd material). The user's name was Boneless and I'm not sure if they are still around or care. The blog was mostly based around a Sweetie Belle doing pretty sexual stuff with an Anon of about the scale in this story. Including: stuffing him in her panties, laying on top of him, licking his entire face, etc.

The hardest part of this short was the ending. I wasn't sure where to cut the dialog exactly. Did I want Belle to offer to take him home before ending it as one last joke? Oh well.