Archery

You awoke to the sunlight streaming in through the sliding doors. You felt around, but couldn’t feel Archer anywhere. You inched your eyes open, hoping to see that she was actually out of reach, but she really wasn’t there. You could hear the sound of the bathroom shower running, and deduced that Archer was taking a shower. You get up, and put the boxers you were wearing the previous night.

You stretched a bit, feeling the stiffness in your back melt away as your bones creak. You let out a yawn, and contemplate the events of last night. You weren’t really sure if they really did happen, but you wouldn’t mind if they happened again. You smiled to yourself, and headed for the kitchen. There was a basket of fruits on the table, accompanied by several bottles of water. You took an apple and several grapes as a light breakfast and drink a quarter of a bottle of water.

You felt dizzy, most likely the effects of the wine last night, but you weren’t entirely sure. You took a map of Canterlot from a magazine rack and flip through it, looking for any clubs that offered archery. You set the map down on the kitchen table and studied it. There was a club near the outskirts of Canterlot that had a big field, completely suitable for archery, and offered carriage service back to Canterlot. You circled the location on the map with a pencil, and went through several other parts of the Canterlot map. There were several other clubs around town that had archery, but you wanted complete privacy to guarantee maximum focus during practice.

You chewed on a grape, happy to know it was seedless, as you studied the map further. The club you circled was called the Golden Arrow and was situated roughly a mile or so east of Celestia’s castle. You estimate the area of the club and its field, and guessed it to be around six hundred metres square, four hundred metres just for the field, which meant about two hundred metres of firing distance.

Distance didn’t really matter that much to you. What mattered most to you, and to Archer, was the accuracy of every arrow let free of the bowstring. Accuracy was among the strictest aspects in a tournament as a few centimeters off to the left or the right could mean the difference between winning and losing. Archer’s accuracy was exceptionally well, yours on the other could use a bit of repairing.

The sound of water running in the bathroom stopped, and several moments later, the door opened, and a very wet Archer came out in a robe, and a towel wrapped around her mane. She walked around the bedroom, wondering to where you could have gone to. You watched on as she finally realized that you were already out of bed and were going through a map.

“Good morning there.” She said, eyes falling half-lidded again.

“Ohh no, not now, not yet. We still have training to do.” You stammered.

She pouted innocently, “But I was just saying good morning.” She grinned adorably. She walked up to the kitchen table and gave you a kiss on your cheek. “So what are you up to?” She asked.

“Well, I was just checking out if there were any clubs in Canterlot that offered archery. Sure enough, there’s a club on the outskirts of Canterlot that doesn’t look that busy. We should probably check in later.”

Archer nodded, and went back into the bedroom. You went over the map one more time before Archer came back out, her robe and towel gone, with her mane done and her fur close to dry. You try to ruffle her mane, but she seemed to anticipate the move, and moved back a bit. She chuckled in triumph, but you still had a trick up your sleeve, you bury your face into her neck, and nuzzle her narrowly wet fur. She stepped back further, giggling hard as your face finally left her fur.

“Stop that, I’m ticklish!” She exclaimed, blushing. You folded the map, went up to her, and kissed her on the lips. “Well then there’s something I can look forward to tonight.” You gave her a sly grin. She grinned and playfully hit you on the cheek. You chuckle, and head into the bedroom to change into a new set of clothes. You put on a clean polo shirt, and a pair of jeans before heading into the living room. Archer was going through her archery equipment in her bag, and you figured that you should check yours as well.

You walk over to your case, and unzipped the bag. You opened the bag, and inspected the bow. You had remembered to keep this bow in a good condition, because the first time you received a bow, you assumed that it was meant for playing large scale instruments, and proceeded to rosin the bowstring every time before you go for archery. You chuckled silently at the memory, and zipped up the bag, satisfied that nothing was out of order.

You glance over your shoulder at Archer, who was glancing in turn at you. She giggled and picked her equipment bag up. “Let’s go!” She said.

The two of you took the lift down and exited the main entrance of the hotel. Outside, the sun was bearing down on the city, but despite the weather, the city had its usual hustle and bustle of daily activities. Archer called a carriage over, and the driver looked bewildered at you.

“What is he?” he asked.

You frowned, “I’m from another country.”

The driver shrugged, “Hop in.”

The two of you got into the carriage and Archer notified the driver where to go. The driver nodded, and started trotting. The location was roughly a few kilometres from the hotel, but nothing a short walk or trot couldn’t handle. But still, you had no idea where to go, even with the map folded in your pocket.

Archer hefted her bag up onto the carriage seat, and gazed at you. “It’s going to be a hot day today, judging by the weather.” She said. That might be true, but two of you wouldn’t know what weather would be scheduled today.

“Hot days with a slight breeze are always the best days to train. Sweat up a storm and the wind cools it onto your skin. Really invigorating.” You said back.

“Wet fur starts to stink after a while, so I don’t think we’ll be practicing for that long today. It rarely rains in Canterlot from what I’ve heard, but back in Ponyville, I used to play in the rain every time I get the chance to do so.” She grinned.

Back on earth, you used to enjoy rain as well, the only thing that was safe from the rain was your mug of coffee which you covered the top with the palm of your hand as you enjoyed the rain against you. You missed the feeling, and the only rain that occurred since you arrived was when you were in hospital, still mending your wounds.

You nodded. You turn your attention out the window, watching the city pass you by as the two of you made your way to the archery club. Soon, the city gave way to little cottages the further you got from the city. In the distance, you could see the Princess’ castle as you got further and further away.

The cottages here reminded you of the english cottages that were by the countryside every time you drove to meet your cousins. They seemed cozy, and smoke was barreling out several of the chimneys. You knew that lighting a fire on a sunny day made no sense, but hey, you’ve only been here the best of a couple of weeks.

The carriage pulled to a halt, and you turn your attention to a double story building right outside the carriage. The building wasn’t that big, it was roughly the size of two cottages stacked up on top of two cottages. It occupied just a small section of the vast field it was structured on.

“Alright, we’re here.” The driver announced. The two of you got out of the carriage with your bags, Archer paid for the fare, and gave an extra bit as a tip. The driver nodded, smiled, and went on his way. You waved after him, to which he waved back, even though he wasn’t looking back. You turn to Archer, who was putting the bag onto her back.

“You need help with that?” you offered.

Archer nodded, and you took your bag off her. Her bag wasn’t that heavy compared to your case. Your equipment was heavier than hers anyway. The two of you strode into the lobby of the building, where a unicorn sat at a counter, archery equipment behind her. There were bows hanging from the walls via nails, quivers full of arrows on the floor and little drawers with finger tabs and forehoof guards.

She smiled as the two of you approach the counter.

“Welcome to the Golden Arrow! May I help you with anything?

Before you could speak, Archer had spoke, “Why yes. We were wondering if we could use the the field for practice.”

“Why of course! You didn’t really have to ask actually, the field is for public use anyway. I’m just here selling equipment for anypony who is interested in archery.”

You nod and ask, “How many bits does a dozen carbon arrows cost?”

“Four bits for a dozen, and six for two dozen.”

You weren’t really sure how much a bit was in Equestria, but back on Earth, carbon arrows were a mighty bit expensive. You decline and thank the unicorn for her assistance. She nods and smiles as the two of you go through the double doors into the field. The intensity of the sunlight had decreased somewhat, making it slightly more comfortable for archery.

There was a couple of ponies in the field, all firing at targets that were close to them. The targets on the field were arranged according to distance : two targets at thirty metres, one target at fifty metres, three targets at a hundred metres, four at a hundred and fifty metres, and two at two hundred metres. You smiled inwardly, knowing your rough estimation back at the hotel wasn’t more or less correct. It was dead accurate.

Archer glanced over to you. “How far do you wanna try firing? The tournament’s furthest distance would be a hundred metres.”

The other couple of ponies, a pegasus and an earth pony, were occupying the thirty metre targets, so you told Archer that a hundred metres would be good. She nodded, and the two of you got into your firing positions. You took your bow out of your case and put your finger tab and arm guard on.

You took a deep breath, trying to make your heart rate go as slow as you can. You lift your bow up and aim at the target, a hundred metres down the field. You nock-ed your arrow and pulled back on the bowstring and shut your left eye. You take a deep breath and count to four before releasing the arrow.

The arrow zipped out of your visual range, and the bowstring lashed at your arm guard. You hear a “thuck” sound as the arrow struck its target and you lower your bow. You glance over at Archer, who was standing on her rearhooves much like she always does when the both of you practice. She lets the bowstring go, and your eyes try to catch up with the speeding arrow. You hear another “thuck” as her arrow struck the target and she grinned at you. You smile back and go back to practice.

Four arrows later, you were sweating. Sweat covered your forehead, and you could feel the sweat stain your polo shirt. Your jeans seemed to shrink with the sweat diffusing into the fabric. You suddenly realize that wearing jeans might not be the greatest idea when practicing. You flexed your neck, and fire another arrow. You dropped your bow too early, and the sound of a thuck was heard, albeit softer, signalling that it had hit the outer rings of the target. You wiped the sweat from your forehead with your sleeve. And took a deep breath. Five minutes had passed, but you were sweating up a storm.

Archer fired her final arrow, and exhaled. You kept an arrow in your arrow holster which hung from your jeans. Archer’s quiver was void of any arrows, and she was sweating as much as you were. Her fur was slightly wet, along with her mane. The couple of ponies earlier had left the field, leaving the place all to yourselves.

“Damn, I didn’t really expect it to be this hot today.” It was close to noon, and you just started with the practice. You decided to go and get the arrows by running. You ran, feeling the air crash against your face and feeling your sweat cool your skin. The sound of hooves crashing against the dirt behind you made you turn your head around. Archer was chasing you, the air disruption making her wet mane blow in all directions and sweat roll off her fur. She was grinning as she ran, and you ran faster.

You reached the target first, and shouted “First!” and turned around. Immediately after turning Archer leapt onto you, knocking you into the ground and nibbled on your ear. You chuckled and rolled her off you. The two of you laughed as your heart rates started decreasing. You stood up and took your arrows, and she took hers as well. You continue your walk back to the firing line, your sweat still running as the mare next to you had sweat running as well.

After half a minute of walking, you pick your bow up, and proceed to practice. A couple of hours later, your polo shirt was completely soaked and your pants were as tight as hell thanks to the sweat your thighs were pumping. You exhale as you fire your final arrow of the day, and set your bow down. Archer was breathing heavily, drinking from a bottle of water. You volunteer to collect the arrows, and Archer nods, before dumping the rest of the water all over her figure.

You take off, albeit slower than just now. There was wind picking up, much to your delight. The wind was making you run slower, but you didn’t care. The wind was cooling, and the sun had shifted roughly forty-five degrees from its zenith. Signalling there was another forty-five degrees before it touches the horizon, which meant it was roughly three in the afternoon. You were hungry, and were sure that Archer was hungry as well, considering how she didn’t eat anything for breakfast.

You quickly removed your arrows and Archer’s before turning and walking slowly back down the feel. You recall seeing a small cafe within the building on the ground floor close to the equipment stall. You quicken your pace as you see Archer packing up her equipment. You gave her her arrows, and kept your equipment in your case. You flex your neck, feeling the stiffness disappear with a ‘pop’.

You turn around and speak to Archer, “Hey Archer, you hungry? You haven’t had anything since last night.” Archer put her bag on her back before turning and answering. “I’m famished!” You grinned. “If I’m not wrong there’s a cafe on the ground floor of the building. Wanna go give it a check?” Archer nodded vigorously and the two of you disembark.

The air inside was much cooler compared to the outside. It wasn’t really air conditioner quality cool, but it was good enough to keep your sweat at a minimum. True to your memory, there really was a cafe near the equipment stall. You and Archer went to a table with two seats, and lay your equipments on them before going to the counter to order lunch.

The cafe had cake, which brought back sweet memories of last night’s experience. You shook your head clear of those thoughts, and order some fettuccine with salmon and a slice of carrot cake. Archer requested a trout sandwich and a caesar salad. You ordered a jug of apple juice, and the two of you retreat to your table and sit down after moving your equipment case to the side of the table.

The two of you were silent for a few minutes, the both of you being in your own thoughts as the first few minutes sailed by. The parallel trains of thought were derailed when your orders arrived. The two of you ate silently, once more continuing the trains of thoughts as if the trains had not derailed at all. The fettuccine was delicious, not that you ate it at often back on earth. You poured Archer a glass of apple juice before pouring yourself a glass. Archer gave a nod of thanks and proceeded to finish her sandwich before moving on to her salad.

You finished up on your fettuccine and drank half a glass of apple juice. You were about to dig into the carrot cake when you suddenly had the urge to look up. Archer was gazing into your eyes with eyes that pleaded you to feed her the first bite. You continued looking into her eyes, and observed a blush surfacing on her face before giving in. You chuckle, and slice a piece off with the dessert fork provided.

You held out the piece of cake to Archer, to which she grinned before biting into the cake. She chewed with her eyes closed, maintaining that adorable grin of hers as she chewed. You loved that adorable grin of hers, moreover when her eyes were closed. You cut off a piece of your cake, and chewed it. It tasted good. You cut a bit more and glance up at Archer, leaning across the table and bringing the dessert fork up as she laid her tongue out. You put the slice of cake carefully on her tongue, and she quickly closed her mouth and chewed on it.

Before you knew it, Archer grabbed onto the collar of your polo shirt and pulled on it, forcing your head forward. She kissed you on the lips, and you kissed back, but her tongue sought entry which you allow. What she did surprised you, she slipped in the carrot cake she had quickly chewed on earlier and broke the kiss. The taste of her saliva mixed with the cake made it all the more delicious as you continued the chewing of the cake and swallowing it.

Archer giggled, her face blushing profusely, and you could feel heat rising to your face. What she did was weird, but for some reason, you liked it. You turned your head to the counter and see that the pony who had served you your food was missing. You glanced back at Archer with a devilish grin, and cut a piece of cake for yourself. You chew your cake, and Archer leaned forward. You pushed your lips against hers, and kissed hard. She opened her mouth, and you transported the half-chewed cake into her mouth. She broke the kiss and continued chewing it, moaning as she tasted your saliva with the delicious cake.

There was a bit of the cake left, and it had cream on top of it. You took an unused spoon and smeared the cream across the top of Archer’s muzzle. She pulled her head back an inch in surprise before you held the remaining piece of your cake out to her with the fork. She grinned and accepted it wholeheartedly. She chewed on it and tried the same technique she had done earlier, and you accept. Pulling away from the kiss, you lick the icing off her muzzle with your tongue before you continue the chewing of the cake. She blushed harder and giggled.

The two of you blushed and nodded at each other. It was time to head back. You paid for your lunch and the two of you leave. You give a final wave to the unicorn at the equipment stall, and she waved back. Stepping out of the lobby once more into the warm air of the afternoon, you spot a carriage and wave at it.

“Hey carriage!”

The driver looked at you before shouting back, “Hey pedestrian!”

WHAT. Archer guffawed at the driver’s joke and waved the driver over. You notice that it’s the same driver that had sent the both of you over to this club in the first place. The driver was still chuckling at his own joke. You gave him a poke in his side, and he yelped.

“Nice joke you did back there.” You smiled.

He smiled back warmly, “Hey, I was bored. At least I had something to say and entertain myself. Anyway, you need a ride back to your hotel?” The both of you nodded. “Well then get in. You two sure stink though.” He chuckled.

The two of you hustled into the carriage, setting the equipment bags on the floor this time. You finally find out what the driver meant about the two of you stinking. Both you and Archer were reeking with sweat. You weren’t sure why, but the smell of Archer’s sweat turns you on. You try to compose yourself by breathing slowly. The slower your breathing, the slower your blood circulation. You weren’t sure about Archer though. You glance over to see Archer looking out the window, blushing as she watched the cottages pass by.

A few minutes into the ride back, the cottages turn into shops, offices and hotels as the carriage enters Canterlot, and the Princess’ castle looms into view. The city goes by in a blur. There were ponies trotting all over the place, save for the occasional carriage that would go in the opposite direction of your carriage. Fruit stalls, antique shops and tiny roadside stalls that sold food started frequenting as you traveled further. You were wondering why you hadn’t seen those when you left this morning. Probably a different route.

The carriage stops outside your hotel, and Archer leaves first. Before she took her equipment bag, you grabbed it for her and she pouted at you. You merely grinned, and took your equipment case as well as you descend the carriage. You pay the driver, and tip him with a bit and he smiled and went on his way. You liked the driver, a very cheerful sort of pony, kind of like Archer. The two of you enter the lobby and make your way to the elevator.

During the trip up, you covered your front with her equipment bag and your equipment case as your pants tighten. Her scent was overwhelming, and you felt heat rise to your face. You shifted nervously in your position as the elevator finally reaches your floor. The two of you step out of the elevator, head down the hall, and enter your room. You set the cases down on the floor, and you plop down on the sofa.

You took a deep breath, and exhaled, feeling your boner recede. You took off your sweaty polo shirt and laid it down on the sofa. You stank of perspiration and a small trace of the carrot cake earlier. You contemplated taking a shower, but Archer had a towel draped over her sweaty form. She approached you and gaze you a nuzzle at the neck, eliciting a giggle from you. Her sweaty scent back, your boner once more gained strength, and you could feel your pants tighten.

Archer nuzzled your neck further, and you could feel the heat radiating off her blushing face as she spoke. “Have I told you how wonderful you smell when you’re sweating?” She licked at your neck. You turned your head, disrupting her mid-lick and pushed your lips against hers.

At first she was surprised, not processing the situation as fast as you were taking it, but then she loosened up a bit, and kissed you back. The wonderful taste of her saliva in your mouth as the two of you exchanged tongues was glorious. You could still taste a bit of lunch on her tongue, and you were sure she could taste your lunch judging by the greediness of her tongue sweeping the whole inside of your mouth.

She broke away, grinning. “You know, the both of us do stink, not that I’m complaining..” You nodded and were about to give her another kiss when she held up a hoof. “I’m going to take a shower first.” She winked. “Care to join me?”

You didn’t need to be asked twice. You nodded, and proceeded to take your jeans off. Archer giggled and galloped away into the bathroom. “Leave your boxers on!” She shouted before turning the shower on. You didn’t know why she would request such a thing, but you decide to play along with it. You walked quickly over to the bathroom, feeling your erection strain against your boxers with every single step you took.

The sound of water splashing onto the floor masked the sound of your footsteps, but you knew Archer could see your shadow through the shower curtain, because you could see her shadow through the shower curtain. She giggled as you approached. You put your face to the shower curtain.

“Knock knock.” You whisper playfully. A pair of hooves crashed through the shower curtains onto your shoulders, and a wet face appeared before it kissed you. You kissed back for about a second before you were pulled in by the blue earth pony. You struggle to your feet as Archer closed the bathroom door and leapt back into the shower. She nuzzled the front of your boxers, playfully running her muzzle around your raging erection as water impacted the both of you. She breathed in the scent of your sweaty boxers as you moaned. The feeling of her muzzle against your hard-on was pure torture as it sought escape from its cloth prison.

The smell of Archer’s sweat was much stronger in the shower, much to your delight. If your boner hadn’t extended all the way before this, it certainly has now. You wanted to take in her scent, but you didn’t want to interrupt her nuzzling. You had a thought.

“Hey Archer, let me lie on the floor for a while.” Archer glanced up at you with a confused look, but she nodded. You lay down on the floor, and a look of realization came across her face as she finally understood your intentions. She lay down on you, her pussy to your face as she leaned forward and continued nuzzling your penis.

The scent of Archer’s wet marehood in front of your face was driving you crazy, and adding to the fact that she still reeked of her wonderful sweat, you couldn’t contain yourself as you ran your tongue against her slit. She gasped in delight, “Hey! That’s not fair! I didn’t start yet!”

Right after she exclaimed that, she pulled your boxers up, moving herself across your body just to make sure it got over your boner. The storm of water crashing against the both of you made the diffusion of both of your scents into the air all the more easier, and soon, the shower started smelling like an arousing mix of both of your sweats. She ran her tongue from the bottom of your shaft all the way up to the head, making you shiver in delight.

“Oh it is on!” You said. You took in a deep breath of her sweat and marehood as she continued caressing your hard-on with that wonderful tongue of hers. You exhale, and let your tongue venture into the once-unknown. You ran your tongue around the sides of her wet slit, making Archer moan in between her licks. She decides to retaliate by sucking on the head of your penis. The heat of her mouth and the stimulation her tongue is giving your boner was a good counter attack, but you decided to fight back.

You lick at her clit a couple of times, making her tremble with pleasure as she sucked on the tip of your throbbing manhood. Her tongue was swirling around your penis as she took half of it into her mouth and easing it out before slipping it in again.

You moaned and slipped your tongue into her pussy, making her tremble further. You decide to do her further justice and slip a finger into her anus. She gasped in surprise and took your whole penis into her mouth, all the way to the base. She arched her hips into your face, making your tongue and finger go all the more deeper into her sensitive parts as you trembled further in ecstasy as she sucked harder. You were quite certain pre-cum was already leaking like a faulty tap into her mouth as she moaned and sucked it all up. She ran her tongue across your penis hole, licking up as much pre-cum as was coming out. Your throbbing escalated, and you could feel Archers walls start to contract around your tongue.

You were close to your climax, and you were certain she was as well. She brought her head up and down your penis as gently but as quickly as she could, coiling her tongue around your penis every time she did so. You were really close, but you weren’t going to give in yet. You slip a second finger into her anus as your tongue crashed all around the inside of her marehood walls. She yelped in delight, inadvertently ending the war by running her tongue along shaft of your throbbing penis like a lollipop, making you ejaculate. But at the same time, her walls shoved your tongue out as a tsunami of her orgasmic juices splashed down all over your open mouth.

You came hard, the first few streaks of cum splattering across her face before she took your penis in her mouth again. The heat radiating from her mouth made you cum harder, firing your sperm on the roof of her mouth and near the end of her tongue. The last few shots were lapped up as she licked up your penis. You proceeded to clean her pussy with your tongue.

She moaned again, prompting your limp penis to harden a bit. The smell of her orgasm and her sweat further aroused you, making your penis rock hard again, which you thought was impossible considering how much you dumped into her mouth. She turned around, eyes half-lidded as her tongue hung out, sperm and saliva mixing and dripping down onto your chest as the rain of water raged on. She retracted her tongue and swallowed. “Mm...that’s some good cum you had there.” she hummed in approval.

She got off you and leaned into your ear and whispered, “That was rather cheeky what you did with your fingers earlier. Can you do more than just fingering?” She ended with a giggle.

You get up and wipe the cum Archer dripped onto your chest off. Archer stood on all fours, her hindhooves spread, but her wet tail was blocking her asshole and pussy. You ran your fingers across her flanks, dancing them across her cutie mark. She giggled, but still wouldn’t let up. Her wet tail across her pussy and asshole, you ran the tip of your penis near the parts around her sensitive areas. She moaned at the feeling, so close to penetration, but yet so far. You move the tip up and down, tickling her, smiling as her tail slowly raised itself into the air.

Both of your hands grip either sides of her flank, and she gasped, tail immediately lifted from her sensitive spots. She giggled and wiggled her tail around, as if inviting you to do what you already knew you had to do. You prod the tip of your penis at her asshole, hearing a muffled moan come from Archer. You prod harder, feeling less resistance. You decide that teasing probably isn’t the best idea at the moment.

You thrust your penis forward, burying half the length of your penis into her anus as she let out a yelp of surprise. “Hooohhhhh man, that was good.” She moaned. You weren’t sure whether Archer would stick with anal from now on, but that should be decided later. You withdraw, hearing her moan before thrusting it back into her. You heard a mixture of a giggle and a moan, like she was enjoying it more than yesterday. You grinned inwardly. The walls of her anus were much tighter than her pussy’s, but you felt that the pussy seemed like a better place to stick your dick into. Nevertheless, you continued carrying out Archer’s request.

You brought your penis back out before slamming it back into her. Her moans slowly becoming squeals that were masked by the sound of the water dancing and crashing all over the shower stall. It was a tad bit harder to thrust considering how tight her ass was, but nevertheless you were thrusting hard. Archer lowered her front half onto the floor, leaving only her hind quarters raised for you to do your deed. The slamming continued, each thrust filling the both of you with euphoria.

The tight walls massage the entire shaft of your penis with every entry and exit your boner made. The smell of sweat still hung in the air, the scent still driving you crazy. The musky smell of her sweat made every single thrust all the more worth it as she squealed in delight. Every time you thrust all the way, your balls would slap against her pussy, making her squeals all the more louder as she experienced two pleasures at once. You weren’t complaining, anal made you feel good.

Your pre-cum was pouring as you pounded, providing all the necessary lubrication as you pummeled her asshole senseless. She was gasping now, feeling your throbbing penis crash around the insides of her anus. You decided that she needed more, and slip your index and middle finger into her pussy. Her head snapped back up as her gasp was sharper this time before you pulled your fingers back out again. She lowered herself onto the floor again as your fingers and your penis continued thrusting.

Her pussy was extremely wet, making the penetration of your fingers all the more easier as the resistance was near zero. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge, and thrust your fingers and raging erection faster. Her gasps were uneven, as if she was unsure as to moan at the fingering or the fucking of her anus. You thrust your final and feel yourself explode inside her as you cum inside her. Her gasps become moans of ecstasy as the heat from your cum washes against the inner walls of her asshole. You continue your fingering as you cum, feeling your sperm quickly fill her asshole up. You felt it wash over your penis, and you pull out, firing, hopefully not the last, of your seed across her ass and her pussy.

You were spent. You lay your back against the shower stall wall, right under the shower head and let the warm water wash away your semen. You were panting, and so was she. She was shuddering as your seed leaked out of her anus and traveled down her inner thigh.

“T-That was great!” Archer stammered between pants. She licked your face, and you give her a short kiss. Her sweaty scent was slowly dissipating, but yours must still be lingering, because
Archer’s face was blushing heavily, and the licks on your face were becoming more and more frequent by the moment. You didn’t want to continue any further fucking, but your penis didn’t seem to agree as Archer pushed her lips against yours, laying down on you as she did. She rubbed her crotch on your pelvis as the kiss deepened.

Your dead boner slowly came back to life as her kisses became a bit more violent. The water was hammering away at the both of you, mostly on Archer. You thought she looked beautiful with her mane wet and matted across her face. Of course, as the kiss deepened, you just closed your eyes and enjoyed yourself as she rubbed herself. You could feel something warm, which no doubt her wet pussy mixed with your shot seed earlier.

She broke the kiss, a thin thread of saliva still connecting your tongues. The thread was destroyed as she leaned in and whispered, “I hope you still have enough for one last go.” She giggled. “You didn’t finish with your fingers earlier, but you probably know what else I want inside me.” The heat of her blush was maddening, probably stronger than the heat from the shower.

You turn, and whisper back, “You really are a horny mare, aren’t you Archer?” and lick her ear. She shuddered, and gave an mhmm of agreement. With your penis resurrected, Archer raised her hindquarters off your pelvis, and positioned it right above your erection. She looked at you, eyes half-lidded and giggling, before she lowered herself slowly onto your penis.

You felt like taking back what you said about anal. Anal felt good, but vaginal penetration felt better. Her hot, swollen walls rub against your shaft as she slid your erection all the way in. The both of you let out audible moans as she continued. She brought her pussy back up, once more massaging your shaft with her soft, velvety walls before dropping back down onto it, impaling herself with your ‘spear’. She continues the process, slowly increasing in both speed and ferocity as her ascents and descents got harder and harder.

You were in pure bliss, but the expression on your face didn’t show as much as it did on Archer’s, as her tongue was hanging out, her face blushing like mad as she fucked you. She lay down on you, but continued to skewer herself as you lean in and kiss her, which probably wasn’t the right thing to do at the moment. The kiss was as hard as she was slamming her pussy down on your dick, which, in a way, hurts, but somehow you enjoyed it .

Her walls start to clench around your throbbing manhood as she rapidly increased her skewering pace. The kiss was broken as you try to let Archer finish up, but somehow she was still going a bit too slow. You decide to help her out. You grab her on both flanks mid-penetration, surprising her. Before she could ask, you brought her up and slammed her down. She moaned as you quickly brought her up before slamming her down again. The rush of pleasure was evident for the both of you as your moans became one under the pouring water of the shower. You had forgotten that the water was still running.

The familiar pressure coming from your penis came back as a sign that this will soon be over. Archer let out a loud squeal as she orgasmed, her orgasmic juices exploded around your penis as you continued the thrusting. The new hot liquid made your erection throb harder as you decided to end it right there and then. You increase your pace, Archer moaning and gasping as you continued thrusting. Your peak arrived, and you came, firing your sticky load inside her pussy as Archer was recuperating from her orgasm. She moaned breathlessly as her tongue was on your chest, the heat of your seed heating up the inside of her pussy with every single shot you fired.

With your magazine empty, your ‘gun’ went limp, you sighed as the ecstasy from the orgasm that started fading. You could feel your seed seeping out of Archer’s pussy as she continued gasping for air. Soon enough, she got off you and proceeded cleaning herself up. You promptly get up and clean yourself off too.

“Hey,” Archer began. “That was awesome.” She grinned her adorable grin. You smiled, “No, you’re awesome.” She blushed and fired back playfully, “No, the both of us are awesome.” You chuckle and ruffled her mane.

“Say, would you mind helping me with the soap and shampoo? I’m kinda tired out from the fun just now.” She smiled cheekily. You complied, and lathered up some shampoo onto her fur. She looked cute blushing through a sea of bubbles all over her. You chuckled at her as she moaned, albeit like a purr from a cat. A moan of content, rather than a moan of arousal. She decided to play a trick, and shook her fur, pelting you and the walls with shampoo. You laugh it off, wiping off the splatter of shampoo off yourself.

You wash her fur, moving it around as the shower rained down on the both of you. She looked up at you, her wet mane matting against her face as you gaze into her beautiful eyes. She grinned and stood on her rearhooves, reaching her forehooves over your shoulder as she leaned in to kiss you. You kiss her back, and already you could feel her tongue pushing against your lips. You part your lips, and feel her tongue back. You let her take over your mouth from that moment on until the end of the kiss.

When she ended he kiss, she grinned at you and said, “Thanks.” before licking you on the cheek. You smile back and nod. The smell of sweat has all but dissipated, making the musky scent all but just a memory of the events that just happened. You turn off the shower and step out, wiping yourself dry first. Halfway through, Archer nuzzled you in the thigh. You stop and look down at her smiling face.

You descended your towel upon her. First wiping her mane dry, and double checking to see that it was really dry. Then, you move onto her coat. Though the smell of sweat was gone, there was no denying that there still remained a trace of sweat still let out. You dug your head into her coat, feeling her giggle as you do so before continuing the wipe down with the towel. You ran your towel down her hooves, feeling her giggle under the touch of the fluffy fabric.

Then it was time for the tail. You raised her tail, and she playfully tried to swing it around as you wiped it. As you wipe it dry, you notice there is still sperm leaking from both of her love spots, but decide not to say anything. You’ve had enough sex for the time being.

“Hey Archer.”

“Hm...?”

“Mind if I clean up back here? Still got what I left behind.”

Archer turned her head, blushing furiously but said nothing for the first few seconds, as if contemplating the decision. A moment later, she nods, and says, “Be gentle.” and giggles. You nod back, and ran a wet part of the towel around her asshole, cleaning it of any white pock marks. You could feel her tremble a bit, but she says nothing. Next, you wipe up the trail of sperm still trailing out of her pussy. You dab at it, but then a bit more leaks out. You wipe it along her tiny little slit, inadvertently making her moan in the process. Having wiped her dry, you stood up, and continued wiping yourself off with the same towel, careful not to get the cum anywhere on you.

You and Archer exit the bathroom together, and you go and get some new clothes, leaving the towel on the bed. You put a T-shirt and pair of shorts on. You were tired, from today’s practice as well as fucking in the shower.

“Hey Archer, I’m going to go take a nap, if you don’t mind.” You informed her.

She nods and says, “Go ahead.” She hopped into bed, pulling the towel earlier with her mouth and lay down next to you, covering her back with the towel. She looked adorable, and you give her a quick peck on the cheek. She blushed and playfully swatted at your face. You laughed as her hoof smacked your face. You sigh, and proceed to go to sleep. As your eyes close, you feel Archer nuzzle into your side before falling asleep. You smiled, feeling the warmth of the magnificent creature next to you, and the warmth from the sun as the rays came through your sliding door. The sun was sinking into the horizon, and you fell asleep knowing that it was another day well spent.

You woke up roughly three hours later, in the midst of the moon’s slow ascent into the starry night sky. You straighten your back, and yawned. You glance to your side, and chuckle at the sight. Archer was sprawled across the bed, with the towel wrapping her midsection, making her look like one huge blue sushi.

You leaned and ran your hand through her mane, feeling the softness run through your fingers. You had remembered seeing another pony like her in Ponyville, but her coat had a different colour, and so did her mane and tail. If you recalled properly, you could swear that that pony was a pegasus that went by the name of Scootaloo. You had seen her riding around on her scooter several times around Ponyville.

You sigh, going back to sleep. The sleep was rather uneventful, and by that you mean you cannot recall any of the dreams that surfaced in your sleep. This rarely happened since your arrival in Equestria. You woke up a couple of hours later, and arch your back in a stretch that would rival a cat’s. You yawn, and glance over to Archer. The blue sushi had unwrapped herself, and was now missing from bed. You stretch a little more before getting up. It was close to midnight, and you were hungry. You doubted that Archer wasn’t hungry, and decide to look for her around the room.

The bedroom was void of the blue earth pony, save for some fur left from the previous activity. You head into the living room, and find Archer checking on her arrows. She glanced up at the sound of you approaching and smiled at you before checking her arrows again.

“The arrows have started bending. I’m going to need a few new ones before the tournament.” She said.

“There were quite a few good arrows I saw at the equipment stall yesterday. Why not we stop by later?”

She shrugged. “Since we’re going to practice again today, we might as well then.”

You strode over to your equipment case and open it up. You take out all the arrows and inspected them. Your arrows were starting to bend a little, but you know that any curvature, even the slightest, would be enough to change the course of the tournament. You decided to have yours replaced as well. You put the arrows back into your case and zip it up.

You wondered if the Golden Arrow was open at this hour. Your fingers were just itching to fire a few arrows. You walked over and sat on the kitchen table stool and took an apple from the fruit basket. You note that the fruits were slowly decreasing, and add ‘buy some fruits’ to your mental checklist of things to do. The fruits were refreshing, and you wanted to be sure that you stay fresh throughout the tournament the next day.

Archer tapped you on the shoulder. You turned and glanced at her. “Hey, are you hungry?”

You nodded, still chewing on apple.

“How about dinner in town? I heard the restaurants here open until really late before closing, and the food is absolutely delightful!” She grinned.

You shrug, and finish off the apple before throwing it into the waste bin. “Alright then. But let me change clothes first. I’ll be with you in a minute.” Archer nodded and went into the living room. You wipe your hands, sticky from the sweet apple earlier, on your shorts and quickly make your way over to the bedroom.

You changed into a pair of cargo pants and a polo shirt, leaving the t-shirt and shorts on the bed. You flex your neck for a short moment, glancing out the sliding door onto the nightlife of the city. You step out into the living room and see Archer waiting by the door. She nods, and leaves through the door. You pick up the key she left on top of a drawer cabinet near the door, and exit the room, shutting the door behind you.

Archer grinned at you when you met her in the hallway, and the two of you made your way over to the elevator. The elevator ride down was a quiet one, the two of you engrossed in your own thoughts as the elevator descended. The doors opened, and had Archer not called out to you and snapped you out of your reverie, the doors would have closed.

You grinned sheepishly and apologize. Archer merely shrugs and states, “It’s okay.” The two of you strode out the lobby doors and breathe in the air of the night. You weren’t surprised that the air seemed cooler and purer at night. You both take a slow walk into town, small talking as Princess Luna’s moon and the night keep you company.

The night was very much different compared to day, with most of the ponies being party goers that fancied several nightclubs across Canterlot. You take a glimpse into one nightclub as you walk past it and see a white unicorn with an electric blue-mane standing at a turntable, headbanging to whatever it was she was playing. You return your attention to your walk with Archer as the nightclubs fade away behind you, and the buildings started reducing.

“Hey Archer, where are we headed anyway?” You ask.

“The place we’re going to is located on a cliff nearing the end of town. They have a lovely view of the night from there!” She exclaimed with a grin. You nod at her, and continue the walk. The night air got more cooler as the two of you got closer to the end of the town. There was another nightclub looming up on your right, but Archer walked past it. You follow close behind, breathing in the air as Archer led the way.

Soon there was a crossroads, with a few more buildings ahead and to the right. Archer turned left, and you follow after her. The two of you start small talking again as you walk. The buildings were starting to decrease as the two of you approach a sign with the words ‘Restaurant of the Night’.

“We’re here.” Archer said. The building roughly a few hundred feet away was an open air restaurant, with yellow lights lining the roof and a deck over the edge of the cliff for ponies to view the city. The restaurant had roughly a dozen ponies seated, which was surprising considering what time it was. Archer walked in and once again you follow behind her. Not many of the ponies paid you any heed as the two of you made your way across the restaurant and onto the deck.

There was a table for two with a candlestick and a couple of wine glasses, and the both of you sit down. The chairs were comfortable, the cushion against your back making you relax a bit. A waiter came by and set two menus down on the table and said he would talk your orders shortly. You nod, and he goes on his way. The two of you shrug and separately pick up the menus.

You found it hard to concentrate on the menu as the view of the city was tempting. You never had a chance to see a city from this vantage point before. Being a pilot, you could only see the bright lights of a city below you, but somehow, all the cities you had seen before this cannot compare to the view now.

Your mind goes back to the dinner with Archer on the train to Canterlot two nights back. She had said she was distracted often by archers in her field. You glance over the top of your menu and find her looking over the city, just like how you did moments before. You chuckle, and she looks over.

“What?” She asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Oh it’s nothing. I just remembered that you tend to look outside your window whenever there were archers in the field while you study. Now there’s a city, and you still get distracted while you study the menu!”

She blushed, “Hey, the city looks awesome! It’s hard not to get distracted!”

You chuckle again, and return to your view of the town. It really was a spectacle. Lights were still lights, that was the only similarities between this view and a view from your plane. The only difference is that you could actually see the life in the lights from this view. Ponies around town, although much less than in the morning, were enjoying Princess Luna’s night with some stargazing while the rest were partying the night away.

The stars over the skies of Canterlot were beautiful as well, with several constellations sticking out like a sore thumb. . You decide to test Archer. Seeing distracted she was at the moment, there was no guarantee that when she’s studying at night, she wouldn’t look out the window and admire the stars.

“Hey Archer, do you often watch the stars while you study at night?” You ask, just to make sure. After all, assumptions will remain assumptions. She lowered her menu, even though she was looking in another direction.

“Not that I’ve noticed, but I guess so. I’ve been scolded by my mother for drawing stars in my books whenever I try out exercises.” She mumbled something inaudible, but you could assume what she said. You chuckle. “Why do you ask anyway?”

You shrug, and say “Just wondering if you admire the night. It really is something wonderful to watch at night, don’t you think?”

Archer nodded with a smile on her face. She pointed at The Southern Cross amidst the clouds. “If I’m not wrong, an arrangement of stars that form something is called a constellation.”

You nod, “Yes, they’re called constellations. Pilots have to learn a bit on constellations just in case anything happens. Occasionally, the compass would go haywire and we’d have to rely on constellations for directions should anything else fail.” You shrug. “Hasn’t happened yet, but who’s to say it won’t happen?”

Archer said nothing, and turned back to her menu. “Feel like having just a salad. Unless you want cake…” She lowered her menu, and winked at you.

You fought back a smile. You didn’t want any action tonight; you’d want to train to your fullest tomorrow. Whatever she’s planning could come after the tournament, when everything is settled. You plan on living the rest of your days with Archer, but you weren’t really sure of the future. You shake the thoughts out of your head, and merely chuckled at Archer.

“We’ll have time for cake after the tournament. We have about...” you stuck your tongue out as you mentally calculate. “We got the letter from the tournament officials roughly 24 hours ago. The best we can assume that is the tournament starts tomorrow, considering how another 24 hours would be close to morning, like right now.” You summarize.

Archer shrugged, folding the menu as she said, “Last 24 hours for practice? That’s rather unorthodox, don’t you think?”

“No, no. I don’t mean it like that. I mean, at least we should a bit longer than we did yesterday, don’t you think? It’s like last minute studying before an exam.” You smile.

Archer’s face lit up, “Hey! I know that feeling very well! When I procrastinate on studying, normally it’s until the last day before I start studying at a double pace!” She grinned.

You chuckle, and fold your menu before setting it on the side of table. “We’ve all had a sense of procrastination before. It’s nothing unusual. It just matters how quickly you recover from procrastination I guess.”

The waiter who gave the menus earlier came back, and proceeded to take our orders. The both of you order Caesar salads, you requesting a little more salmon on yours, and a bottle of apple cider. The waiter nodded, took the menus, and left.

Cider wouldn’t be the best beverage to order now, but it was what you felt like having at the time, and you were sure Archer didn’t mind either. You turn your attention to Archer, who was looking out into the city of Canterlot. Guess she really does get distracted easily. You shrugged, and looked out into the city as well.

Your shoulder hurts a bit, which was rather unusual, but soon the pain was numbed out by the night air. You breathe in, hopefully not too obviously, and exhale. The air chilled your lungs, and you felt good. You loved the night air mainly for the feeling of chilled lungs, but you rarely did get to enjoy the night air as a pilot. Going to different countries resulting in you taking in different states of night air.

Somehow, the night air of Stuttgart, Germany, or Kuching, Sarawak, can’t really compare with Equestrian night air. The air was, in a way, like a bottle of chilled wine. The feeling of the chilled air creeping into every single centimetre of your lungs made you shudder with delight. You find yourself unknowingly smiling.

A sudden feeling of loss washes over you as the effects of leaving the human world finally bears down on your shoulders. You shake the thought out of your head, knowing that the feeling will come back very soon.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

You looked over at Archer, who had a worried face. Despite her adorable eyes, you didn’t like others worrying over you. You felt that others weren’t really worth knowing the trouble you were going through. It made you feel selfish at times, but the feeling passes really quick.

“It’s nothing.” you lie, smiling. “I just had the thought of missing the night air here once we leave Canterlot.” You sigh and glance up, hoping to see that she had believed your lie. She merely shrugged and turned towards the starry sky.

You decide to go back to the topic of constellations. “Do you know a bit on constellations, Archer?”

Archer merely shrugged. “I have a book about stars in my bookshelf that I rarely ever open. I don’t really think ponies study the stars that much nowadays.”

“Even if they did, it’s probably out of curiosity?”

Archer nodded. “Not many ponies apply stars into whatever job they take, so it really is, in a way, redundant, if one were to take it. I would say studying the stars would be a hobby unless required in the field of work one were going to take.” She sighed. “If you didn’t need to learn about constellations and stars for work, would you still do so?”

You think over it. The night was beautiful, regardless of whether or not the stars came out. Different cities all over the world had the same problem. Stars cannot be seen because of the light pollution coming from the city. In a place like Equestria, however, the lights aren’t even close to disrupting the view of the stars at night. The night here was certainly more beautiful compared to the night back on Earth.

You snap back to Archer’s question. “As a hobby, of course. In fact, I do read a bit on constellations and stars whenever I have the time.”

Archer shrugged, before smiling and asking, “Do you get distracted at work by the view outside your window? You’ve probably seen better sights from your seat than anypony else here from flying, teleportation or just walking.”

You didn’t know whether or not you should nod, or shake your head. You did get a good, distracting view of cities from the cockpit window, but you always hesitate to do so. Leaning over to look out the window for your own pleasure could accidentally set something off. More often than not, your co-pilot would accidentally pull a lever down whenever he gets a look out the window himself.

“I don’t get distracted that often at work. I could, but for the safety of others, I’d rather keep my distractions at the minimum.” You shrug. “I do, however, get a lot of good views from my seat. Even so, I’d rather be out and about in those views instead of just being a spectator. It just makes me feel more alive that way.”

Archer chuckled. “More alive you say? That must be a great thing to feel, getting out of your chair to enjoy the life of many different cities. I would travel if I could, but I’m forbidden to travel without reason. One of the reasons is competitions, or tournaments and stuff like that.” She frowned, “It’s not just my mother restricting my access to Equestria. Most of the residents in Ponyville miss ponies who leave Ponyville, with or without reason. I don’t really like being missed that much.”

You tilt your head. “And why is that?”

Archer sighed. “I don’t know. I mean, it’s not that being missed is a bad thing or anything. It’s just that, the guilt one feels when leaving...”

You nod. You often had the feeling as well. Waving goodbye to most of your friends as you fly off into another foreign land.

“But it’s a bit distressing when everypony misses you. Makes tournaments and competitions all the more challenging. It’s like a driving force, pushing me to my limits just to make sure the missing isn’t in vain.”

You nod again. “So isn’t being missed actually making you better at this?”

Archer shrugged. “I don’t know actually. Progress is progress, yes, but there should be other ways to gain some progress, right?” She grinned.

You could tell from that grin of hers that the progress she meant was probably from you, but you didn’t want to say anything. You chuckled. Just then the food arrived at the table. You thank the waiter, and he nods, smiling before leaving.

You stab a fork into the crisp lettuce, eliciting a crunch as you bring it back up and bit on it. The salad tasted better than the one on the train yesterday. There was a healthy portion of salmon with your salad, along with some shreds of carrot, other colours of lettuce, croutons and cheese. You jabbed at a piece of salmon, making a squish sounds as the fork stabbed into the salmon.

Archer, on the other hoof, was chewing away at a piece of salmon as you chewed on your own. She poured herself some cider before pouring some for you. She grins, and you thank her. She nods, and the two of you continue your meal. There would be occasional small talk between the two of you, just like the dinner on the train.

Archer left a quarter of her salad left on her plate, while you finished yours. The apple cider was sweet, and you drained the glass. Archer had drained hers prior to you draining yours. Your mind backtracks to the conversation about constellations.

“Say, Archer, how much do you know about constellations?” you ask.

Archer rested her head on her forehooves as she thought. “Not really that much. Just a basic few things. Names of stars or constellations, the history behind most of the constellations and the brightest among many of the stars.”

“Names of stars and constellations, now? Name a few.” You grin.

As soon as that challenge left your mouth, Archer was firing away at you with her answers. “Pegasus, Ursa Major, Ursa Minor, Scorpio, Aquila, Canes Venatici and Microscopium. The last two I’m not really sure of, but the rest I know are real.”

You wanted to clap, but didn’t want to draw attention to the both of you. You simply nodded. “Tell me, what star is the brightest in Equestria?”

“That, I’m not sure. It could either be Rigel or Sirius. I’m never sure if it’s the former or the latter.” She shrugged. You were surprised and impressed at the same time. Most of the stars and constellations, if what Archer was saying was right, are identical to those on Earth. You wonder for a brief moment if Equestria might be a piece of dark matter in the universe. You hold back a chuckle.

“The same stars and constellations actually exist from where I came from. I’m actually a bit surprised about that.” You shrug.

Archer giggled. “Well, not everything is different between the two of us now isn’t it?” She grinned.

“Well I guess not...” You pour yourself another glass of cider, and leaned across the table to pour for her. She nodded, and you sat back down. Archer yawned.

“Still a bit tired from earlier. Since we’ll be training our last in the next 24 hours, I guess it’s best not to train sleepy.” she said.

The two of you clink glasses together and say at the same time, “For the tournament.” before downing the sweet beverage. The waiter came by with the bill, which you paid for, and he nodded and patted you on the back. You chuckle and nod, before leaving with Archer. The trip back was rather silent, but it was still good to have the presence of each other with every step you take.

Author's Note : Late and long update is late and long. Forgive me, school and sleep have not been agreeing with *gets whacked by newspaper* GOD DANGIT SLEEP LEAVE ME BEEEEEEEE.
*Cough* Last Chapter should be up soon. Expect it to be more or less this long, if not longer. Cheers!