An Erotic Symphony

by PuzzlingInsanity

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Anthro
Length: 375

Psychotic Symphony and her coltfriend, Crazy Orange, try something new at her parents' house.

Psychotic Symphony and her coltfriend, Crazy Orange, have been together for a few weeks, but it feels like an eternity. Psychotic suggests they try something new at her parents' house… sex in her car!

Contains: Level 4 Anthro, sex in a car, non-canon characters, and heavy usage of pet names.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-08-21 19:43:58 UTC

The Pre-Date

It was a fine August night in Equestria. Psychotic Symphony had picked her coltfriend, Crazy Orange, up in her white 2004 Saturn Ion L300. They were on their second date. She kissed him on his pale orange muzzle before driving off.

"I love you, baby," Crazy Orange cooed as they turned into the pink mare's driveway.

"I love you too, Daddy," she purred, nibbling his ear as they exited the car, "my parents can't know about what we're going to do in a short while."

As if on cue, a large, elderly, red stallion opened the front door, filling the lovers' nostrils with the smell of fresh hayburgers. He had a nail gun in his hands. "Who's this?"

A chubby, blue mare with a gray mane came out and confiscated his nail gun. She replied, "This is Psychotic Symphony's coltfriend, Crazy Orange. You, Buckeye, will not make him feel uncomfortable."

"Yes, dear," Buckeye mumbled, glaring at the pale orange stallion.

Hayburgers in a House, Sex in a Saturn

"Eat up," Buckeye said bluntly, plopping hayburgers onto the table.

Psychotic Symphony picked hers up and bit into half of it with no effort. Letting out a cute burp, she giggled, "Oopsies."

"You're so beautiful," Crazy Orange purred, eyeing the chunky, pink mare. He sank his teeth into his hayburger and swallowed a bite.

Psychotic Symphony put her plate in the white porcelain sink and brushed her quickly flagging tail against his increasingly tight pants. She ran out the door to her car, the smell of lust still fresh in Crazy Orange's nostrils.

The orange stallion left the table and followed the aroma of his marefriend outside. He opened the rear driver's side door and couldn't believe his eyes: sitting there, open-legged, was Psychotic Symphony. She gently ran her left hoof down his trunk and grabbed a tuft of bright orange hair with her right hand, pulling him into the back of her car. His boner threatened to split his jeans. She nickered in pleasure as his teeth grazed her neck. His warm, soft, wet tongue dragged slowly down her body and teased her already dripping pussy.

"Mmmmmnh, Daddy..." Psychotic moaned softly, running her fingers through his hair. She was already in paradise.