Soarin vs the forces of dat ass.
Adding Lime makes everything better.
Today, like many of the days before, was going to be boring. Just a routine job. Bring the stone from the quarry to the town. Set up shop. Exchange the stone for money. Bring the money home.
Limestone Pie sighed in utter nihilism. She'd rather spend her life actually managing a stone empire. If she couldn't do that, she'd rather be cutting the stone herself. She loved the feeling of a pickaxe slamming down on the ancient layers of rock. Alas, it was not for her, as she was tasked with the most mundane of jobs: having to deal with customers.
There were however a few bright moments in her day. Somewhere before lunch, there was an annoying foal skipping around, begging his parents for ice cream. The foal finally got his ice cream, only to immediately lose it to his own clumsiness, falling face first into the cold substance. Limestone couldn't help but feel a spark of happiness.
Yes, Limestone knew she could be a bit of a sadist, but she was hardly ashamed of it. If the world wasn't going to put her on a pedestal and reward her properly for her efforts, the least she could do was stop caring about how the world felt.
It was still early noon, but it felt like days had passed, when Limestone decided to relieve some stress. She locked the register and checked the clock, confirming it was break time. Feeling tired, stressed and angry, she went straight for the nearest pub. It was a small establishment, but they had some sugar heavy drinks and that was all she craved right now. Well, not exactly all she craved. There was something else stressing her out, a peculiar little thing called heat. Not the kind of heat that makes you sweaty, tired and sticky. No, the kind of heat that makes you sweaty, tired, sticky and horny.
She sincerely hoped other ponies hadn't smelt it. It wasn't like it was uncommon for a mare to be noticably in heat, but barkeepers weren't always as keen on having horny mares attracting other horny ponies in their workplace.
Limestone found a seat near the window, with view on her selling stand, and gently sipped her glass of lemonade. The hot sensation in her nether regions was starting to become hard to bare. She crossed her legs in an attempt to conceal her pheromones. She tried to remind herself how bored she was, but the sudden need for relief was uncanny. She glanced toward the empty bottle next to her glass. The shape looked allright. If she could smuggle it to the restroom... She tried to shake off the thought. She'd never get away with something like that.
The glorious Soarin, most wonderful of the Wonderbolts, strutted through the halls of the academy with a feeling of grandeur, basking in the attention of the dumbstruck cadets. After all, the top tier flyer didn't come to the academy all too often. He knocked on the door to Spitfire's office. There was no answer, but there was the sound of grunts. It was unusual for Spitfire not to answer the door. He considered leaving, but the increasingly loud sounds were a clear sign somepony was in there. He nudged open the door. Before him, Spitfire sat in her usual spot behind her desk. She was wearing her sunglasses indoors, something Soarin had always thought was hot. Her firey orange mane was frazzled, as if she hadn't slept well, and her usually yellow face was a flushing red.
"Are you okay Spitfire?" Soarin asked, worried.
"Just uuuhn fine, Soarin," she groaned, "Why are you here?"
Confused by her alien way of answering, Soarin had to recount his steps in order to remember.
"Oh, Surprise mentioned something about a late shipment of marble for the new barracks. Do you know something about that?"
"ghhn, what?" Spitfire groaned, tensing her neck muscles not to throw back her head.
"Marble. We need marble. Do you have a cold?"
"Oh, if you need maahhaaaaaaaarble," she squealed, "just go buy some."
Soarin frowned as he left. Spitfire could be a strange pony.
The severity of her orgasm made Spitfire fall over with her chair, as Cloudchaser consistently licked the right spots between her legs.
"You should've stopped when he entered" the commander grunted.
Cloudchaser lifted her head, "But it's so much hotter when they're close to finding out,"
before driving her muzzle straight down Spitfire's folds.
Spitfire squealed in delight. She rested her forehooves on the cadet's head.
"You sure got that right."
It wasn't long before Soarin found the Pie family stall. He found it odd the Wonderbolts wold need to order their stone from a small enterprise, but he did recall the Pie family being on good terms with the military. That, and it was on Surprise's list. You don't argue with Surprise's lists.
Now, ordering marble would've been a breeze, if not for one particularly annoying thing: the stallkeeper wasn't there.
"Hello?" he asked, "anypony around?"
Sure enough, a mare popped up from directly behind it somehow. What could she have been doing down there? A siesta?
The earth pony gave him an odd glance. Soarin had trouble reading it. If the mare had been in fangirl mode, Soarin woldn't have had any trouble talking to her, but now she seemed a bit intimidating. Not like Spitfire. Spitfire had rehearsed being intimidating. This mare had this aura of purely natural intimidation. Her face was stern, one eye partially hidden under her short, brushed to one side grey mane. Her body was curved, with a perky bottom. She was muscular. Not in a bodybuilding kind of way, but a hardworking pony kind of way.
"Are you going to buy something?" she asked in monotone.
She pointed towards the many different kinds of minerals displayed on the stall.
Soarin realised he had been staring. He quickly darted his eye back to the wares. Oh no, wrong wares: he was still looking at her butt. Something she must've noticed, since he basically had to glance over her shoulder to see it.
"Look, buddy, are you here for some stone or just to oogle me. I don't like the latter," she commented.
The pegasus managed to reclaim his focus. This was not a pony he wanted to mess with. Besides, that marble wasn't going to order itself.
"I uhm," he began. He wasn't very good at talking to ponies who were neither colleagues nor fans.
"I'm here for your marble- I mean to order you marble- I mean for marble."
The mare gave him a strange look. "You know my sister?" she asked.
The question came out of nowhere. Soarin shook his head. It was easier than talking. His eyes went in the wrong direction again.
"Hey, eyes up here Wonderboy," she said, with an irritated expression, "If you're here for my sister, no need to look at what I've got to offer. Though it doesn't matter, I'm out of your league anyway."
Soarin was flustered. At least she'd recognised he was a Wonderbolt. But 'out of her league'? He hadn't heard that since academy.
"Look, I'm not here for your sister, I'm here for your marble," he said. A full sentence. Progress.
"Looks like me you're here to be an awkward nobody. I don't feel like having to deal with you."
The pony had a strange smile on her face, almost like what she had just said had been a challenge. Soarin didn't back down from challenges.
"That's just bad company policy," he replied. He was surprised at his own snappiness. Score!
"I don't take orders, of any kind, so I don't think I can give you servie, of any kind," she replied.
It didn't take Soarin long to pick up the innuendos. It only made him more certain she was playing games.
"Surely you have to ship out a lot of stone. Who do you ship it to, if you don't take orders?"
She thought of her reply before answerring. She turned around and bended over to grab something off the floor. Her rear was now completely in Soarin's view, with all its glory. He could see the image of a lime on her flank.
"What's your name?" he asked, "Are you one of the Pies?"
"Limestone, and I'm the Pie that's going to hit you in the face if you don't stop looking at my butt."
She lifted a book on to her stall. It was some sort of ledger or journal. Soarin didn't really know the difference.
"I can fit a shipping, but I'll have to inspect our supply first. If you get your mind out of the gutter and stop staring at my ass, you can tag along."
Soarin grumbled to himself. He felt like she was intentionally drawing his mind deeper into the gutter.
"Just give me some time to close up shop," she added, before undoing the knots keeping the stall's roof in place.
Her tail swooped back and forth as she worked. Soarin barely managed to conceal his boner. Luckily, the flight suit's padding didn't bulge. This was going to be a long day.
In all honesty, Limestone was also having difficulty hiding her horniness. She liked messing with the minds of stallions by calling out their sexual interests, but that never happened when she was in heat, because she preferred staying at the farm. Now, she was starting to wonder if she would be able to control herself. The lightblue stallion surely was a looker and an athlete at that.
She looked at all the marble in the depot. She'd have to weigh it in order to give the customer a proper deal, but she estimated there was enough in there to build three houses.
"I'm going to need your name," she said. And your dick.
"Soarin," he replied.
"I'll also need to be payed upfront," she added. And your dick.
"I don't have any cash on me. Can't you just bill the Wonderbolts? I have a list here with the exact order and the adress number."
"I guess we can arrange that," she finished.
She turned her face towards the marble. She could feel a drop of her juices stream down her inner thigh. It felt cold and tingly in the open air. She bit her lip in frustration Her face was probably going red now. He had to have smelt something by now.
"Are you okay?" he asked, "You look tense."
"Stay back," she gnarled. He took a step back.
She knew he was looking at her rump. He had to be. She stole a glance, before turning her head away again. Yes, he was looking. She could feel his prying eyes darting over her buttocks, moving to the wetness of her pussy as her tail was slowly lifting. She turned around again, breathing heavily, only to see he was looking away. AWAY. She was revealing herself to him, and he wasn't even LOOKING.
"Just fuck me already!" she blurted out. She hadn't expected herself to be this direct, neither had she expected herself to break so easily.
"Oh," he replied as his pupils shrank, now looking directly at the odd display.
"I'll uh, have to unsuit first."
She was at him in a flash. She started hungrily prying off his suit. She had completely lost it. Then, Soarin smelt it. The pheromones in her scent. She wasn't just horny, she was supermegaextrahorny.
Soarin's member revealed itself as soon as the suit was pulled off. It was fully erect and reasonably sized. His balls were full and ready for action. Soarin sat on his but with Limestone leaning over his legs. Her forehooves were at the base of his shaft and she hesitantly licked her lips, inching closer to his testicles. Soarin wondered if this was her first time, but his impatience was already getting the better of him. Rather than letting her get closer on her own pace, he grabbed her head between his forehooves and pushed her face onto his balls, her open mouth covering them with saliva. She moaned in delight. His erect penis was now rubbing on her mane, leaving musky sweat behind. He let go of her head so she could breathe.
"You like it rough huh," he asked. She nodded with a flustered face. No more bold words there.
He aligned his dick with her open mouth. "We are just getting started."
He shoved his penis into her mouth. His wet balls slapped against her chin. Her hot breath sent shivers down his spine. The mare that had looked so stern earlier, was now quivering in delight and subordinance.
He spread his wing and lifted himself into the air, pulling her along. She was now on the top of her hooves, whilst he bobbed her head back and forth, fucking her face as best he could. Her eyes rolled back as she accepted her fate, gleefully giving in to his musk and member.
She was lapping around his dingdong with her tongue, and it wasn't long before he could feel his balls contract, churing out his semen. He pulled out just a second too late, leaving a strand of his white cum dripping from her lips, as the rest promptly shot across her face and back.
She didn't even acknowledge the fact. She simply turned around and displayed her butt again. Her intentions were clear.
Soarin had never seen a mare so messy. It only made him more determined to continue.
And dat ass. DAT ASS WAS GLORIOUS.
"Are you going to do something, or what?" she suddenly said with heavy breaths.
Soarin slowly licked across her dripping slit, causing her back to arch and her muscles to contract. She gasped loudly, making no effort to conceal her arousal. He squished her cheeks, changing into a different position. Not taking his tongue off of her slit, he managed to lay down on his back with his eyes directly under her pelvis. He signalled her to move down. Resting her butt cheeks on his chin, she sat on his face. Her tails was fluffily brushing his chest. She arched back, so he could see her entire body and her eyes, with moving his own. He stuck his tongue as deep inside her vagina as it could go, eliciting another deep moan from her. Saliva was now dripping from her mouth as she lost control, thrusting her hips back and forth across his mouth, whilst his tongue played between her walls.
Her rhythm increased. The frequency of her deeper gasps increased. He could feel it, her walls contracting around his tongue. Her muscles tensing under his massaging hooves. Her eyes rolled back, seeing nothing but the pure light of bliss whilst down below her mare juices poured from her climaxing body, stickying the fur in Soarin's face.
She let herself drop on her back next to him. Her body trembled, slumping as if she had lost all energy. Her expression was deep in euphoria, showing little care for her surroundings. As Soarin stood up and came to loom over her, still with an erect member, she simply responded by spreading her legs. That was enough of an invitation.
Soarin lowered his body onto her, placing his forehooves above her shoulders. Their faces were now close enough to one another to feel each other's breath upon their skin.
He slowly pushed his penis inside of her, inching deeper between her needing walls. She immediately climaxed again, wrapping all four of her legs around him, clamping onto his member, losing track of reality. She screamed in delight. A scream loud enough to wake a dragon.
He started his rythm, plling out, pushing in. Her hips swayed in the motion, bucking up to recieve more of him. The sound of his balls slapping against her butt reminded them how wet and sticky they were. She kissed him, wrestling their tongues together. She came again. He couldn't keep up anymore. His mind too, was trailing off. He could feel the pressure building up in his balls. She accidentaly bit his lip as his rythm increased. She pulled out of the kiss, giving him eyes more wanting than any he had seen before.
"Inside..." she said.
He held her as close he cold when he pumped her juices deeply inside of her. She squealed in delight, squeezing her thighs for more.
Eventually, the flow stopped. He pulled out, his wet penis, resting against his belly.
They laid down next to each other. A wet, sticky mess of pony, covered in body liquids and the strong scent of sex. Their bodies quivered.
Limestone thought of a good insult, but fell asleep before she could speak it.
Author's Note
I have issues, but I'm too fond of pony sex to care.
Anyone willing to point out spelling errors is welcome to do so.
