The Sailor and the Stripper

by Michael Hudson

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Anthro, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Sex
Length: 1962

A night of passion in Manehatten between a viking, and the treasure he will never get to keep.

A night of passion in Manehatten between a viking, and the treasure he will never get to keep.

Features: Normal sex

Published 2016-08-31 17:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-08-31 17:10:02 UTC

The Conquerer

Love Tap collapsed against the bed with a light, appreciative sigh. It didn’t matter that it was dirty, or if the sheets probably were hiding whole colonies of bugs, only that it was kind of soft. After a long night of being on her hooves though, it felt like a cloud, and she couldn’t have been happier.

Well, at least, since she also knew she had a big, strong stallion on the way. Love Tap bit into her lip as one of her hands slid down her body. It only gave a light brush to her bosom. Most nights she may have lingered, allowing her hands to wander more, but she knew she did not have the luxury of time. No, she had to get herself ready, for tonight, she had a stallion that would give her no time.

A small moan escaped her lips as she teased her nethers, letting her soft hand run along the fold. She wasn’t a whore, but she was definitely a looser mare. I it came with the job, she told herself. When one danced half naked, minimum, in front of a crowd each night, you stopped caring about boundaries.

She would never accept money for this though. Not for the sexual part. She believed it crossed a line, and would lead to her being ashamed of herself. There was a firm difference between enjoying it, and paying the bills with it.

It also gave her one more advantage as she saw a large hand push her door open. The green stallion that walked in wore no shirt, but did have trousers on. On his belt though was no phone, pager, or anything of that sort. It was a dual headed war axe, the type that could only be held by mountains of muscle like him.

Yes, those whores that were downstairs would never get him. Never get the real good looking ones. Ones with deep pockets? Sure. But would they enjoy the week, old men? Never.

She flicked her fingers out of her snatch, small drops of her arousal splashing onto the bed as she smiled at Axe Head. “I hope you don’t mind that I didn’t get changed. I thought my work outfit would be fine.”

A smirk crossed Axe’s lips as he stepped into the main part of the room. His hands were already fumbling with his belt as his eyes drank in the view he now got. Sure, he’d seen the mare completely nude as she gave him and his troop of sailors a dance, but this was more… enticing. When a mare danced, she teased, hid, and you couldn’t get a part of her.

Now she was all his, which was how he liked anything he saw.

A slight worm of nervousness wiggled within him as he began to pull his belt out of its loops. Back on the floor, she hadn’t coveted his muscles, his scars, or his boasts. No, he could remember her sitting, cross legged, staying supposedly only for more cash. She wasn’t showing off anything though, and at one point, him and his men had stopped paying for her service. No, they’d continued to stop her from getting in trouble, which made her a friend. One they shared stories and laughter with.

And that worried him.

Axe gripped the waist of his pants as he set his lips into a grim scowl. “Now, Miss Tap…” He paused as Love Tap raised an eyebrow. Again, that worm of doubt came back. He was used to wenches, sure, but this wasn’t some airhead whore. No, there was a dangerous gleam in her eyes, one that spoke of an intelligence you didn’t find in her profession very often.

Love Tap lifted herself away from the bed so that she could sit up and take a closer look at him. He was a viking, no way of getting around that, but as she teased him by squeezing her bosom, she knew he was also just a stallion, and any concerns he had were… stupid. Yeah, no getting around that either.

She rested her head on her hands and glared at him now, causing the hulking mass of stallion to wilt back. “Look, you’re nice, but I by no means need this. I’ve just put in a long shift, and while I’m hot and bothered, I’m also really tired. So, you can either shut up and take me like a town, or you can ask another stupid question and leave with your cock tucked between your legs.”

Axe, while he was one to know his size and power could be a problem, was also not a real thinking man, and he took this as a challenge. And he wasn’t about to back down from a challenge.

His pants hit the floor with a loud thump, and Love Tap’s eyes noticeably widened. It was now her turn to have a bit of doubt, as the hard, throbbing cock presented to her now definitely beat any she’d seen before. The doubt was matched with a level of excitement, and she fell back onto the bed. “Alright, my sailor, let’s see if you can ride my motion.”

Axe couldn’t help but smirk as he came up to her, his hand brushing against her thigh as he got close. Her smooth, tan fur was only a part of what had him excited. Love Tap was really any sailor’s dream treasure. She had wide, child bearing hips, toned thighs that showed she could actually stand, and oh, that lovely chest. He’d seen many treasures in his day, but they were by far the most beautiful.

One of his hands came up, grabbing one of her breasts firmly, and he got rewarded with a sweet, sweet moan from those pretty lips. For a moment, he considered trying to get them wrapped around his broadsword, before pushing it away. She could do without him. He couldn’t lose this chance.

His long, throbbing cock brushed against her pussy, its moist drops sliding along him as another discreet sound escaped Love Tap, and Axe grinned. “Say, I come to this port from time to time. Do you think it’d be possible that I can come by, and we do this again?”

Love Tap raised an eyebrow to her again, before letting out a small giggle, which was not what Axe liked to hear when in bed with a mare. “What’s so funny?”

She grinned and looked back to him, before flicking him on the nose. “The fact that you don’t think you’d need to prove that you can actually control that dog between your legs before it gets a normal house to live in. You could just last five se-”

Axe didn’t let her get out another word, before his free hand grabbed onto her thigh, and he thrust his hips forward. Love Tap’s eyes widened as the air was ripped from her lungs was forced out of her mouth. It felt like a log had somehow made its way between her thighs and… and it felt good.

She was tight, she knew that, and that only made this better. His girth filled her to the brim, and she knew that he wasn’t anywhere near done. Adding to that, Love could feel every twitch, every vein, every shift in his cock. They were truly connected, and she didn’t want him to move.

Not that Axe would agree with that. Yes, she felt amazing, her breast in his large fist, filling it entirely as he filled her, and he swore she would squeeze his cock off. It was only more proof that she was a special mare, rather than just some wench. No wench kept her nethers in such great condition, or made him want to go all out on her.

Love howled as he began to move his hips again, giving her the same, hard, rough treatment as he continued. She swore a battering ram was knocking against her womb, and she felt her first orgasm shudder through her. It was like a wave of pleasure, but his treatment to her kept the tide high. For a moment, she wondered if he ever used his cock to break down doors, instead of his axe, and tried to muffle her giggle into the pillow on the bed.

Axe still noticed, and scowled. His arms reached out, grabbing her sides, before pulling her up. Love Tap let out a yelp with it, and for a moment, felt fear. She was now kept over his cock only because of his big, strong arms, but that also meant that she could be dropped at any mo- “Ah!”

Axe grinned at the sound, before his eyes widened. It had seemed like a good idea, to force her all the way down, and it felt amazing. That was the problem though. As his hips kept moving, his cock trembled and shuddered around inside her tight lips. Her moans in his ear didn’t make it any better, as they called for him. Called for his cum.

And much to his anger, he couldn’t resist such a beautiful. He wrapped his arms around Love Tap, and pulled her in one more time.

A loud scream echoed from Love Tap as she felt his seed pour into her, feeling her like none had before. And the pleasure! It felt like her tide of arousal had been turned into a storm that rocked her to her very core. For that moment, all she was was the pleasure. She forgot about everything else, and just gave in.

Once he was done cumming, Axe let out a deep breath, and collapsed onto the bed, after having set Love Tap onto it. He didn’t know the last time he’d enjoyed a lay like that, and was a little sad that he didn’t know when he might next. Then again…

He turned to Love Tap, a weak smile on his face as he touched her shoulder. “So, have I gotten myself a port to dock in when I stop by? I’ll even pay whatever tolls you might need, as you’re too good to allow to be captured by some other captain.”

For a moment, Axe was proud of himself. She couldn’t even catch her breath to answer him after their rough tumble. But that sense didn’t last long as her sides continued to rise and fall, and he tried to gently shake her. There still came no response from his captured princess.

Axe looked to his hand, and though he wanted to, couldn’t even make a fist with it. She wasn’t ‘his’ anything. She was a fortress, with her own goals, and own thriving life, and something told him that he could never change that.

Then again, he thought as he laid back down beside Love Tap, he was never good at letting go. Besides, she might like the gesture of staying by her side, at least for this night.

And as his breathing evened out, Love Tap gently touched his hand, and let a smile cross her face. He was right that she wanted no more than this jovial friendship with him, but she was more than happy to have him there. It was a nice change from the lonely nights her job left her with.

And so the two slept, friends in their wild, ever changing lives, at least for the moment.

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